#and he'd throw a mock tantrum

[evverest]

something abt seeing my dad become a granddad - seeing my nieces do things w him that i did as a little kid, seeing them carry on silly traditions or jokes or messing with him the same way as i did, hearing him sing to them. it fucks me right up. fucks me up so bad. one of the only things i've ever seen that makes me have some sort of distant longing to be a parent. having a dad that good and having it reaffirmed as an adult seeing him w young kids again. i am going to Cry

[dollfacefantasy]

kinktober day 21 - sex toys billy butcher x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, sex toys, daddy kink, brat taming

Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.

The sounds of pure torture echo between the four walls of your bedroom. Each wet squelch taunts you. You hate them. Loathe them. Despise them. All because they're not coming from you. No, instead they're coming from the piece-of-shit, fake, plastic pocket pussy your boyfriend was thrusting into above you.

"You're so mean," you whimper, tears threatening to spill over your lash line as you watch the flesh-colored sleeve hide his shaft.

Your sad expression garners no sympathy from Billy. He continues pumping himself into the fleshlight while straddling you. His pupils are dilated as he stares down at your form, limp on the mattress between his legs. His lips curl into that smug signature grin of his.

"Maybe just a bit. But you like that, don't ya?" he taunts, "That's why you were throwin' a tantrum in the first place. Cause you wanted daddy to get you back in line."

"But you're not, you're just like bullying me!" you cry. The tears are no longer potential as they roll down your heated skin, creating wet trails down your face. Your lip wobbles, on the verge of another fit.

"Oh, it's not bullying, love. Just a little discipline," he says, free hand reaching out to stroke down your jaw and lift your chin.

He keeps fucking that stupid little toy. Pumping into it like he should be pumping into you. It's fucked up. Evil, dare you say it. Just plain cruel. It's almost as if you can feel the phantom sensation in your cunt that rests a foot below where he's thrusting. The imaginary feeling of what should be happening makes reality so much more excruciating.

His head falls back and he lets out a moan. He barely ever moans for you. All you get are grunts and low groans, but he lets out that beautiful sound for something that isn't even real? You can't take it. A sob pours from your lips.

"Stop!" you wail.

"Oh, what's wrong, sweetheart?" he coos at you. You love that tone when it's sincere, but right now, it's mocking.

You don't even bother with an answer. You just keep watching him with your glossy eyes and constant sniffles.

He looks so good too which makes it hurt even worse. His face presents an image of peace, his chest shines with a light sheen of sweat. His abdomen twitches as his hips piston into the artificial orifice. You reach out to grab him and try to get the despicable item away from him, but he simply leans back and tuts at you.

"Ah ah. Move again, and I'll make this punishment a whole lot worse."

So you settle back into your collection of plush pillows and watch. In your mind, you did not deserve this. All you'd done was backtalk and tease him in front of the others a little. You'd just wanted a spanking or even a slap to the face or two. You didn't think he'd do something like this.

However, in his mind, this was the most effective form of correction he'd found for you yet. He knew you, and he knew you loved spankings. You loved when he tagged you across the cheek when he was balls deep inside you. Those weren't true punishments, and after the constant old man jokes and ever-present bratty attitude, in front of your friends no less, he was in the mood to properly put you in your place.

He groans as he continues working the fleshlight over his dick, the sticky noises persisting over the sound of your weeping.

"Feels so fuckin' good," he murmurs. A sigh leaves him, and his smirk deepens as he hears the whimper you let out in response. "So tight and soft."

Your crying picks up again. "It's not better than mine."

He huffs out a laugh while his fist keeps moving the toy. "I didn't say it was, did I?"

"You're acting like it," you accuse through tears.

"'m not. Just telling the truth," he breathes, "This thing feels fucking great. Think I should use it more often."

Anguish courses through you and you throw your head back against the satiny pillow case. "Then why don't you just fuck it all the time instead of me?"

His free hand grabs your chin and makes you meet his eyes.

"Watch the attitude. You're not bein' replaced. You were a bad girl, and now you have to deal with the consequences," he reminds you. He feels himself getting close and bites his lip.

You know that face. Normally, it'd bring you joy, but now it just intensifies your agony. "I'm sorry," you sob and cover your face.

"I know you are," he says, softening the tiniest amount. It wouldn't be noticeable to the untrained ear, but you catch it. The slight difference keeps you from toppling over the edge or blubbering out the safeword.

His hand knocks yours away from your face with a tender touch. "Eyes on me. A few more minutes and you're all done."

"Fine..." you pout.

You do watch, but you continue to cry. That wasn't against the rules. You watch as your boyfriend fucks that dumb waste of space and mentally wish death upon whoever it was that invented these things.

He growls. The sound he always makes when he's about to unload, and then his hips sputter and hot ropes of his precious cum shoot into the toy. You bite your lip and try not to glare too hard.

When he's done, he tosses the toy aside. He leans down over you, lowering himself so he hovers near your face.

"Think you've learned your lesson?"

You nod, pouty expression still plastered over your features.

"Good girl," he coos. The words feel like a victory after the series of losses you just suffered.

He kisses your lips, pushing his against you gently. "Daddy loves you. You're still his favorite," he whispers, voice slightly teasing.

[ctheathy]

The Claim of an Operational Sin

Claude Frollo x Reader

Suggestive Oneshot

Is this damn priest dilf energy or nah

Author's note: Have you ever disliked a villain so much you wanted to hate breed them and make them your bitch? Read this, cuz you can :)

You're one of the few ladies the tyrannical man has taken interest in. Something he'd refer to as being bewitched by those who are innocent. Intrigue driven by his own lustful desires similar to his captivation by the beautiful dancer, Esmeralda. But unlike her, you were certainly not as lucky preventing your imprisonment and attempting to escape the minister's grasp.

Frollo/Reader [Romantic Tendencies(???)]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

!Female Reader! • Seductive/“Succubus” reader • Imprisoned reader • We're basically gonna be assaulting him WOOHOO • Threats • Reader is unfearful of death • Arousal • Teasing, but it's bordering on degradation • Desperation • Drooling/Salivating • Kissing • ...Leaking...iykyk • He's an old man who's never satisfied his primal desires, what did you expect • This entire fic and concept in general is TW worthy tbh-

I REGRET NOTHING ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“...You are a bloody!” Frollo spoke sharply. Taking a deep breath as he looked at you with a bitter gaze. His eyes were cold now, a sour expression on his face. His eyebrows were raised, as if he was trying to control his anger. He was currently in front of you in one of the many dungeon cells underneath the Notre Dame. “... How long do you think you're going to be alive? If you keep acting like this.” He said, sounding almost like he was threatening you.

And despite his subtle warnings, you kept your time in the cell undisturbed, paying no mind to his little hissy fit. To the point it looked like you were straight up ignoring him, which only fueled his already angered state. Demanding you to not even think of not listening to him whenever he spoke. But in all honesty, his constant irritation was just getting you more entertained by the man. It was like watching a child throw a tantrum. Well. You were more than ready to show him that he picked the wrong lady. That your abduction was an easily regrettable decision for him. He was stuck here with you, not the other way around.

Grinning with anticipation, you leaned against the wall with a careless posture. You couldn't care less about what series of threats he had to offer. “Mhmm? Won't that something you should be worrying about as well? Lusting after women and harassing them for centuries can cause for quite the revolution, if I may” you were sneering with sarcasm. “The most recent victim has certainly been influential. Miss Esmeralda, was it? It’s difficult to control yourself, isn’t it~?” you mocked

“... Silence yourself!” He yelled in a half-angry, half-desperately demanding tone, something that noticeably made you laugh out loud. Frollo felt a hit of shame and embarrassment by the fact that you've taken note of him lusting after her. It was a sin ...he wasn't supposed to feel this way. And it was that gypsy who has bewitched him! Tainting his purity with her alluring words and movements. At least, in the minister's head it was, blaming a fairly innocent soul for his own shameful and unholy impulses.

“Many peasants have faced the consequences of the witches’ actions through either custody or death. So choose your words carefully.” trying to warn you and keep you in line, but your reaction would be ...unexpected. “So what? Everybody will die one day.” You glanced back up to the priest and cocked your head to the side. “Perhaps nature shall take its course in the next future for me too. Who knows? Which would be beyond fine with me” you murmured with yet another chuckle, raising an eyebrow. “But atleast now you still have somebody to turn to, wouldn't you say?” He noticed you sending him a wink of mockery, but was too baffled by your sudden statement.

The eyes of the minister widened, as he heard you say that. “You... You don't value your people's freedom. You... You don't care about your own existence." He gritted his teeth. You could practically see his temper exploding. He never understood how somebody could be so unflappable towards the idea of their own very demise. He felt like he had no control over you, which infuriated him greatly. Though you remained in a calm posture, a look of disinterest in your eyes as he felt the need to mention it. “Look," you began with a bit of attitude, unconcerned about how far you might be pushing him over the edge with your next few words.

“Don't treat your lustful motives as superior over what I lack. Eventually, natural selection shall take its course for all of us anyway. And I'll greet it with open arms as soon as the time comes” you half assed with a small smirk. But Frollo? He did not like that one bit, seething with rage as he snapped

“You don't care if nature takes its course, huh!? Well, I will be the one to take its course, if you will not! I am going to give it my best to make you suffer. I shall tear you down with my own hands.”

You took in his words, as your grin slowly started to expand a little the more he went into detail about his description of how exactly he was gonna take your life. You softly chuckled at his threat, hanging your head down as your hair was resting over your eyes, covering them up as you continued to giggle with pure amusement. “Awh..~” you glanced up at the man once again, some of your teeth exposed with your grin as your eyes were smugly half lid. You readjusted your hand as you gently, yet firmly grabbed him by the jawline, placing your thumb right under his chin as you pressed his skin. “It is truly adorable how undeniably obsessed you are with me. Do you clop to the idea of hurting me too?”

You curled up your index finger as it caressed Frollo on his cheek, your little smirk becoming smaller, but still being very visible nonetheless. “I'm quite flattered, my sweet~” your prying eyes were full of glee as you fluttered your lashes, attracting the man even further if that was even possible. You took a step even closer towards him, your chest almost pressed onto him as you got further into his personal space, so inviting...

And oh dear God. Everything you just said... Your smirk, your stance. It didn't take a genius to figure out that you were attempting to seduce him. You were trying to provoke him. And it was working. “H-hngh..!?” Frollo's breathing grew shallow. Every muscle in his body was starting to tighten in exasperation. He was shaking in anger. That's right. He was angry- so unbelievably, extraordinarily angry. But, he was also... Tempted.

And though his body was noticeably still somewhat stiff, you did not miss him beginning to melt into your touch, despite the obvious death stare in his eyes. He was so easily affected and getting worked up by your shenanigans, it was almost cute. Almost. You smirked to yourself as your soft fingers continued to tease his facial features. You were completely leaning into him at this point, both breasts squished onto him as you kept the eye contact with assertion.

Your free hand even wandered over towards the back of his neck, your fingers gently digging into his spine as you rubbed them up and down, but slowly beginning to add more pressure. “You seem to be making yourself comfortable with me quite swiftly, minister...” you stood on your toes to add on height and match his level, “Is that something you enjoy? Making quick development instead of taking things slowly~?” Frollo's heart literally started beating faster. The way you were saying these things. It was so very seductive. And your finger that was caressing him? You... A-Ah...

“H-How dare you!” His tone sounded so frustrated, like he was trying to hide something. Something he wouldn't want you to find out. You could practically see the rage in his eyes, but the way you spoke? And the way you got so close to him, you could practically feel his anger, his resentment, slowly melt away. His head started to turn red, as he gritted his teeth. He really couldn't take it, you had completely caught him in your trap. And you did that so... effortlessly.

It made him feel weak and submissive, a foreign feeling to the priest. You were completely dominating him. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. You made him vulnerable. You got into his... frozen and rock cold heart. You were in control now, and he was just so very powerless to your charms. His entire body was beginning to tremble. His breathing, it was slowly getting quicker and more shallow. It almost felt- the way you touched him, with such delicate care. The way you were teasing him like this. His entire body was starting to feel so hot. He felt the blood surging, pumping him up, preparing him for something he didn't dare to acknowledge.

And being less vigilant, he admitted to his thoughts much more easily. “It... astonishes me... when you... make me lose control” He said, the tone in his voice being a mix of anger and lust. Of desire. Of passion. Words that you hadn't really expected. You'd never guessed for a response like this. It was so sensual. He was clearly losing control now. The way he had just admitted to you that he was enjoying this? It felt as if he was a man on a chain. And you were the one holding it.

This was not supposed to be happening. Not like this. Frollo was... He was tempted. He was extremely tempted. He did not want to be tempted! He did not want to be lured by your feminine allure and your seducing gestures! Why. Why were you seducing him!? He was supposed to kill you, not fall for your antics dammit! He was literally getting flustered now, much to his embarrassment. And the way you pressed your body against his, as if trying to get as close as physically possible? It was really, REALLY making him nervous.

“Don't... you even DARE ...think that I am enjoying this! I... I am simply attempting to ...to” he began to trail off, unable to even think straight. And the more he was trying to desperately deny your claims, the more amused you became with the show. Without warning, you took another step forward and pressed your hips against him... pinning him with one of your thighs. Both of your bodies rubbing on one another as you adjusted your position again. Wanting to see just how hollow his words actually were.

And now he was definitely flustered. And you could tell. His breathing hastened, and he was literally going bright red. Frollo was trembling. And the fact that you could sense just how aroused he was, just made it worse. Because... Your intimate areas were rubbing against his, and there was not a single inch of space between the two of you. “S-Stop... this, you... Y-You witch..!”

His eyes widened as soon as you stepped into him further. You were just getting as intimate as could be. Your thighs and hips were rubbing against him. And it was making him... He was literally drooling now. Frollo was speechless. And he literally was making a mess out of himself. Like... He looked like a fool! One of the most dangerous people in the country, was... drooling... His mouth was open slightly, looking like he was going to say something. But instead, he closed his mouth shut again, and looked almost ashamed. As if he had been caught doing something humiliating.

Your eyes just lit up at the sight while you showed off your teeth with a shit-eating grin, confirming how amused you were by the situation. You tried making yourself even taller than before, as if trying to take away his confidence height-wise as well. You were having this heart-to-heart exchange with him face to face. Your face now literal millimetres away from his, intimidating.

But then you did something that caught him off guard, as you licked off the saliva that was dribbling down his mouth. Your tongue firstly stroking his spit-covered chin before seductively brushing it up to the crook of his mouth where the running drool started. But your tongue quickly wandered to his upper lip, sending a shock right through his veins. Your warm and sweet tongue began teasingly brushing left and right over the entrance of his lips, attempting to pry them open for a good three seconds before pulling back. You glanced at him right in the eye again, a cheeky glint in your eyes. “Aww, you poor man~ He almost spilled..~ Are you actually gonna soil yourself in front of me?” you purred with a tease.

As soon as you started licking the drool off of his lips, He got an electrical shock. A wave of pure nervousness and tingles running down his veins. The blush on his cheeks was getting redder, and you could hear his heartbeat. The saliva that was dropped, got licked up by you. You were staring at him so seductively. A warm, sweet feeling, of just pure ecstasy was flowing through his body.

And the way you were so close to him. You really were an actual princess. Or the queen of sin, rather. He looked like he was about to just collapse. Frollo... His wide eyes were now looking at your lips when you pulled back, and you could see the desire in them. And when you licked the saliva from his lips... He almost- almost let out a moan. He was literally about to melt away.

The priest's entire face flushed a deep, deep red. His blush was... it was so obvious to you, along with the fact that he was salivating at this. But the fact that you licked it off...? You could practically see his entire world begin to break down, right after that. You didn't just break his walls down. You obliterated them. He didn't know what to say. You were just... Ah, God. so, so cruel.

The way you did just that. The way you licked it. It was... Oh, heavens. You would be an absolute demon in bed. He blinked, shaking his head and basically still drooling all over himself. Damn it. What in the world.

“You... You b-bitc-... Yo-... wh-” He couldn't get a word out. He was too stunned. All of the blood in his body seemed to be rushing down to his cheeks at once. And he could feel a warm liquid start to soak into his undergarments. Yes. That thing, the thing that he desperately didn't want to get hard. He clenched his jaws shut, as he started to sweat. He didn't know how to react or respond. You were playing with him at this point. You could practically see the steam rising off of his head. And he could feel the liquid seeping into his cloth.

This whole situation was just mortifying to Frollo, both for his reputation and pride. He tried to take a step back, but he was getting too caught up in his own... reaction, to realize he had his back pressed against the wall in here. He could feel his breathing getting heavier. And just his reaction of shock was more than enough to keep you going, as your hand clung to the back of his neck, your fingertips digging into his flesh again. “I can’t help but wonder what other places are getting hot and moist for me” you purred with a mischievous chuckle, leaning in close to his face once again.

“I recommend you stay in line” you murmured with a sense of warning as you took his bottom lip between your teeth, the tip of your canine pressing into it. Your hot and damp tongue came in contact with it as you pressed it against his parted lips, teasingly tracing it against the entrance of his lips but never actually going inside his mouth... Smearing your saliva over the base of his lips, while you seductively sucked his bottom lip, just watching how long he could keep it up before losing his sense of self control

His body was quaking. His frame was like a leaf in the wind. He was being absolutely manhandled. The way you nibbled his lip, you were making his legs go weak. There were no words. There were just... sounds. Sounds coming from his throat, as the heat and moisture inside him really began to build up. The way you continued to use your tongue. The way you continued to play with his lip like a cat with a ball of yarn. It felt like this was never going to end. And he... his moans. You could hear his voice. Those soft moans, that were only for you to hear. He was losing focus, and he did not care. His body getting wet. And it was all your fault. You were doing this to him. You were teasing him, playing with him like a puppeteer.

His lips were now opening up for you. His mouth inviting. Something which made your eyes darken with glee as you got the ultimate invitation from him. Not hesitating for any second thoughts. Your tongue slowly wandered in and began brushing against his inner lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of having your tongue deep into the back of his mouth. You pressed it in further, going slightly deeper as you rubbed your tongue against his gum tissue. Before reaching the inferior labial frenulum, as you teasingly slid your tongue over it. And that... that was an especially loud moan, coming from a person like Frollo, who's usually calculated and reserved. Reserved on that level, as it was clear he was enjoying this right now.

He was being completely seduced and he didn't care. His vocal groans were beginning to fill the room. The way your tongue was exploring his mouth... It was sending shivers down his spine. His eyes widening as he felt himself start to become damp. Your hand, wrapped around the back of his neck with your fingers pressing into his flesh. He liked how you were being so rough and so dominating at the moment. But your comment, about his other... moistened areas. He felt a hot liquid rushing through his body as he thought about it, as if he was being cooked alive.

He was just completely, utterly, and miserably lost in you. His eyes were staring at yours, with that warm glaze of lustful desire. And he was letting his inner demons play with his soul. They weren't being suppressed anymore. They were getting out, completely free. He was struggling to keep himself from just giving into you. He was almost tempted to just... get on the bed, and invite you on top of him. His lips were now completely split apart. His mouth was inviting you to go in deeper. To do whatever you pleased. The tip of his tongue was inviting you. And you could practically taste his wet tongue. His breath was starting to falter. The way you rubbed against his gums, the movement was so perfect and experienced. Frollo's entire body felt hot and wet. And it was making him want more. So much more.....

You could definitely tell he was getting desperate. His tongue eagerly and impatiently begging for it to intertwine with yours. He wanted your tongue at the back of his throat... And feeling eager, he desperately began to lick at you, desperate to taste you. And wanting to feed into that desperation, you began moving your tongue up and down, making the tip of his tongue rub over yours. Right before your tongue began wandering, slipping it flat on top of his. You slowly began pressing your tongue to the back of his throat, using his tongue as a guide as you slid it down to his tonsils, rubbing them. Sometimes pulling back for just a few seconds before teasingly sliding it down again, keeping him needy for more.

He was practically begging for it by now. His mouth was literally begging for your tongue to get deeper. But you were just teasing him so hard, and that's what was making this so hot. The way your tongue was moving, it was like a damn tongue dance. And you were playing the damn instrument that was his mouth perfectly. Teasing his tongue, nibbing at it and just being absolutely filthy with him. His mouth was just yours now.

You were literally eating him, was the only thing Frollo could think. He couldn't help but groan out as soon as your tongue went deeper inside his mouth, sliding alongside his own tongue. Your warm, wet tongue was rubbing against the sensitive skin in there, and you were teasing his mouth. You were making him melt. You were... making him weak. His neck and back started to arch involuntarily. The way you slid it down his throat as it touched his tonsils... The priest's body was starting to jerk. His eyes went blank, as he let out moans and gasps. It felt like you were controlling his mind and body, and that only made him feel even more desperate and in need of you.

Frollo was in a trance, practically. You were just so tempting. So delicious. His voice was turning into pure moans as he opened his mouth, letting out the sound of a beg. It was as if he was trying to say he wanted it. That this was what he wanted. His jaw was opened, his hands were hanging limp besides his body, behaving so submissively. The minister, who had been feared by everybody around him, was just completely done for.

You pulled back for a bit, as he moaned out in relief. A string of saliva now connecting your tongue with his mouth. “Don't go rabid on me now. You've been wanting this for a long, long time, hmm?” you teased him as one of your hands travelled towards his chin, before you started pressing your thumb into his mouth. You pressed your finger on his tongue, sliding it further to the back of his throat, threatening to make him gag if he disobeyed and forcing his jaw open even further. “Be a big boy and open up wide for me..~” you purred with a sadistic giggle, tempting him by sticking out your tongue.

There was no way out of this. His expression now completely rearranged from frustrated, to a look which was flaring with excitement. He was literally sweating. In one move, you had basically turned him from an egotistical man, into your own personal toy at your disposal. You owned him. Even when he got some of his control back when you moved your mouth away from him, he didn't wanna stop what you were doing. He was just hopelessly addicted to you, His brain was you. Nothing BUT you.

“You're playing under my rules now, minister.”

And he was just another piece of your collection to satisfy your needs.

[possiblyreallyme]

Kinktober day 14: lingerie with Paulie

warning: idk paulie as a whole??? he's got problems bro, so like lowkey misogynism and stuff, also lowkey paulie slander, degradation, fingering, mentions of blowjobs, mean paulie idk how that happened tho.

Kinktober Masterlist

Paulie got on your nerves sometimes.

"Put some damn clothes on, tramp!" He'd yell with reddened cheeks when you came out in a pair of shorts. "Hey! Your tits are practically hangin' out!" He'd scream angerly when you walked by in anything less than a turtleneck. "If you don't cover up your ass now-" You don't even need to look back at him to know he'd fuming at your shorts.

It was tiring, and it made going just about anywhere with him impossible. Thank god for Kaku and Lucci, who usually mocked him for being so perverted, to which Paulie would chew them out because he was "anything but a pervert! not my fault she dresses like a slut!"

"..." This had to have been the quietest he's ever been before, staring wide eyed and slack jawed at the pretty lace peeking out of your lowcut shirt, hammer still mid-swing while he held it out awkwardly in the air.

You'd given up on Paulie's "dress code" long ago, and when Iceburg offhandedly joked about you wearing a lace set to go on strike, you found it a little too tempting to resist.

Though now, his silence was almost... scary. You expected a fit, throwing his fists in the air and screaming like a toddler, but his lack of reaction other than shock almost made you want to pull your skirt down a little further to hide your ass.

"...What do you think you're wearing?" He finally asked, and the urge to roll your eyes suddenly crept up your spine like nothing ever had before, but you resisted the urge and put bounced on your heels instead.

"A shirt," You answered dumbly, putting on an innocent pout as you looked at him through your lashes. "Why? I thought it looked good on me."

"...Oh," The look on his face was almost anger, a fire brewing behind his flickering gaze, snarling around his cigar. "It does look good on you."

Huh?

Your spine almost tingled at the look in his eyes, and his answer sent a flutter to somewhere you tried to ignore, pausing for a moment to take a breath and wonder what was going on. Again, you expected a tantrum, not for him to agree with you.

"Damn it." It seemed as though Paulie was catching on to how odd his responses made you feel, because he pinched the bridge of his nose and set down his hammer, white tank top stretching nicely over his damp muscles when he leaned into his workbench.

"I don't think you get it," He murmured, finally looking up to meet your curious gaze and fuck, you wished he kept his eyes down. The look of lust was something you never expected to see on the man, but it made your walls flutter around nothing anyway. "I've been tryin' to keep it together, warn you not to wear that shit around here, and you just can't help yourself, can you."

Now you're the one going quiet, shifting uncomfortably under his surprisingly heated gaze, suddenly aware of how warm the sun felt on your rather exposed skin and how wet the air around you felt. On one hand, your clothes kept you cool. But on the other hand, they made Paulie hot.

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"Yeah, thought you could just strut around in your little outfit and I wouldn't see?" Paulie growled lowly, fucking his fingers into you faster and curling them just right, like he knew your pussy front to back. "What a little slut."

A quick reminder about how he was the one staring at your tits would have saved you some shame, but all you could muster was the sweet little whine, clinging to him with a hot face and a tearful pout. The most humiliating part had to be how he hadn't even fully stripped you before he set you on his table and shoved his hands into your panties, watching your resolve melt away while he pinched your clit and licked at your nipple through your lacy bra, watching the bug harden against the fabric in real time.

"Where'd you even get this, hm?" He asked, bullying his fingers deeper into you pussy until you had to sit in his palm, bouncing slightly each time he pumped his fist to go deeper. "What, d'you go to the shop and pick this up just for me? You tellin' me you went down the aisles and just had to get the tiny one with the pretty bows on your hips?" You hated that he guessed it right, choosing to whine in his ear instead of responding properly.

"Hm, dumb little girl, can't even speak right when I ask you a question," He grunted mostly to himself, finding a pleasure in the way you squealed when he suddenly slid a third finger into your squelching cunt, smirking smugly at the way your lashes glimmered with unshed tears and you tightened up around his thick digits.

"Tell you what, babydoll, you come on my fingers, and I'll let you suck my cock; how's that sound?" He cooed in a mock sweetness that had you arching into him, pussy quivering around his fingers the way you shamefully imagined you would on his cock, lace-cladded breasts pressing against his own much tougher chest.

He laughed in your face when you could do nothing but tremble, finally tipping over the edge of your release while he thumbed at your clit and pressed a kiss to your neck, glancing down to watch your cum slowly drip out of your ruined panties and onto his table, fabric stretched around his knuckles so tightly it looked a little see-through.

"See that? Now you know why I don't want you wearin' those skimpy little things," Paulie chuckled, pulling his fingers from your cunt with a squelch so loud it made you shiver and shrink in shame, but he wasn't having any of it.

"Nu uh, princess. You still gotta suck this cock, remember? Don't worry, I won't let ya choke," He soothed meanly, smirking as he pulled you right off the table by your hips and set you on the ground.

[allfearstofallto]

If you're still doing the Yandere Alphabet - no worries if you aren't, could you do: A, C, D, N, P, V, and X for Diluc?

Definitely!! I've got you friend!!

TW for mentions of violence against reader, Slight NSFW

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Before and after he takes you, Diluc's love and affection are shown through material items. He knows what he has to offer and that's more money than he knows what to do with.

He loved the way your eyes used to light up when you received a new gift from him, claiming that you were undeserving, but after you were forced to live in his mansion, you no longer wanted those things.

He'd offer you a new necklace or perfume and you'd scoff at them, turning your nose up in distaste. There would be something else he could give you, something that you'd love, he just knew it, but as of right now, that was the only way he could show affection towards you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Consider yourself lucky, Diluc treats you with compassion. Maybe it's because of the intense remorse he feels for what he's done to you, or because he's truly a compassionate soul, but Diluc treats you like royalty while you're with him.

But like a princess locked in a tower, expect more than a few rules. Diluc is doing this to protect you, because he loves you even though you may not feel completely the same. You have free reign to walk around the manor at your leisure, even the vineyard if you'd like. Anything you wish for will be brought to you, without you even having to lift a fingertip. But don't think you'll ever be allowed to leave. Not without Diluc at least.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Nothing you don't want will be given to you and everything you desire you will have. His only rule? Don't leave.

You can eat what you want and wear what you want. Your hobbies will be accommodated and you'll be pampered if that's what you'd enjoy. The only freedom you don't get is the outside world. You're stuck in the manor and when you beg Diluc to let you go, all he can do is use his affluence to hopefully buy you something instead. The one thing he cannot give you is freedom.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Punishment? Diluc scoffs at the word. You can do no wrong in his eyes. If anything happens, it's his fault and never yours.

Because of that you have a tendency to “act out.” Everyone from the outside looking in thinks you're just Diluc's spoiled wife who has a tendency to throw tantrums, how idiotic they truly are. The situation is stressful, he knows that. You're somewhere you don't want to be and with someone you don't want to be with.

But there is the one time you actually escape. The one time you manage to sneak off in a rainy night. He finds you quickly, because of course he does. He is a former knight of favonius after all. The look on his face is hard to read when he grips your arm and pulls you back as you kick and scream.

He strikes you for the first time that night. A firm slap across your cheek that knocks your head to the side. His chest heaving with anger. Even he's surprised by what he'd done, looking at his own hand in disbelief. But the way that strike silenced and calmed you, the darkest parts of him felt tempted to do it again.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

As patient as a saint. There's very little you can do to actually upset him. Even when you do begin to get on his nerves, he'll try to excuse himself to another room to decompress.

Diluc isn't usually always this patient. He can be a bit irritable. But not with you. He understands what he's done to you and why that would cause you to lash out at him, so he does his best to be more gentle on you.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Affection. Even thinking about it makes him shiver in excitement. You stopped loving him the day he took you and with that loss of love, you also took all physical touch and affection.

He'll never ask for it. Not really, but he wants to be intimate with you. He fists his cock at night, wishing it were you. Your skin, your body, your touch. It drives him crazy, to the point where he wants to beg you for it, but he knows he's undeserving.

If you really want to get away, sleep with him. It'll only take one good time. One good night. He'd tell you over and over that you don't have to do this, but his hands would be all over your body. Finally feeling you. Who knew that the best time to get away from him was when he was sleeping right next to you, satisfied after all you did for him.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a god, but something close to it. Diluc loves and idolizes you, but he always infantilizes you beyond comparison. In his eyes, you are weak, unable to even protect yourself, so he'll do it for you.

He'd kiss and worship the ground you walked on, only if you asked, but not because you forced him. You could never force him, not with your meager strength. He adores you and looks down upon you at the same time.

[stairain]

Gun that doesn't shoot.

You've grown tired of the princess treatment from Spencer, just wishing he'd slap you around for once, so you don't stop until he does.

Warnings: Hard Dom Spencer, Bratty Reader, spanking with a belt, degrading, hair pulling, slapping, fingering, crying, orgasm denial. 

WC: 3.7K

For reasons you don’t know, you were being overly bratty towards Spencer today. Actually, you had a completely valid reason. He’s gone soft, to put it simply, and quite frankly you were tired of being babied 24/7

So today, whenever he asked you to do something, it was met with a mocking grumble and hesitance to do said task. He thought it was just a one time thing, and let it slide, but now here you are again, facing the other way with a pout as he talks to you.

"What is the matter with you, Princess?"

Your heart skips a beat as you hear him call you by your favorite name, but you huff and cross your arms over your chest, as if throwing a silent tantrum.

“Don’t give me attitude, Princess. You’ve been in a sour mood all day and I haven’t done anything to you.” 

Spencer crosses his own arms across his chest as his tone is one of pure disapproval and disappointment. He sighs. 

“What has gotten into you?’

You almost make a show out of turning your head away from where he stood, exaggerating how much you wanted to do everything but look at him. 

He slightly bends over to firmly grab your chin and force you to look in his eyes.

"What's the matter? Speak."

You suck your teeth as you look up at him with malice burning in your eyes.

“Why should I tell you?”

Spencer’s eyebrow twitches as he becomes irritated with your behavior.

"Because you're being bratty, and I'd like to know what you're upset about." His voice starts out stern, but slowly turns gentle at the end of the sentence.

“And why would you care? It’s not like you’re gonna do anything about it.” You’re still avoiding his question, wanting to see just how far you can push him before he snaps. He was always so gentle and caring with you, and for once you just wanted to see what’d it’d be like once he finally lashes out on you.

"Why wouldn't I care?" He seems genuinely lost at your response.

"Just tell me what's wrong, and I'll see what I can do to fix it, okay?" His tone is still gentle, but he seems a little confused and maybe even hurt. With a scoff, you turn your body so you’re facing away from him.

Spencer sighs heavily as he stands back upright, getting more and more frustrated. 

"Look, I can't fix what's wrong if you won't tell me. So talk, or I'm going to give you something else to pout about."

You have to suppress the small smile that grows on your face, you’re finally getting somewhere. You huff once more.

“You wouldn’t.”

"Try me, Princess." He says the name in an almost mocking manner, and takes a few steps closer to you. He leans down and grabs your chin again, forcing you to look up at him. He gets just an inch or two from your face.

“That’s what I’ve been doing all day, didn’t think it’d take a genius like you to take this long to figure it out.” Your voice is sarcastic as your words bite at him. 

You can see violent anger flash in his eyes for a moment, before he’s squeezing his eyes shut and taking a deep breath. His hand slides around the back of your neck and grabs you there, dragging you like a dog over to the kitchen counter. Your back hits the edge of the island, and his voice is quiet as he speaks to you. 

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but for your own sake, please tell me what's made you so angry."

You simply bite the inside of your cheek as you stay silent, despite all of his warnings and pleads for you to just talk to him. His hand slithers from the back of your neck to your throat, and gently holds it in his fingers. 

"You don't give up, do you?" He asks after a moment, still holding you there against the counter. As his frustration continues to grow, his grip tightens, but he doesn't seem to realize it.

"I'm begging you, sweetheart. Just talk to me."

You push down a sound of pain at the feeling of him gripping at your throat, and swallow nervously before speaking. “Or what?”

Spencer sighs and his grip on you gets tighter and you can tell his frustration is only growing at your stubbornness.

"Or I'll have to punish you. You know how much I hate doing that, Princess." He sighs again, clearly hurt by the thought.

This time, you don’t stop the soft grunt that escapes your mouth, and you stutter when trying to speak.

“Y-You’re all talk..”

The man's eyebrow quirks up, and he shrugs. 

“If you say so.." His expression is now cold and serious. "Your choice, Princess." He suddenly lets you go and takes a step back. He crosses his arms and stands in front of you, waiting to see what you will do next. 

A look of confusion and disbelief crosses your face, and you’re sputtering out your words. 

“W-What are you doing? You..You’re supposed to punish me, why are you just standing there?” 

As you speak, you can see a cocky grin spread across his face.

Spencer looks at you for a moment before speaking, his tone coated in disdain as realization sets in for him.

"You really want to be punished, don't you? That must be it." He starts walking in circles around the kitchen island that you’re leaning against, slowly shaking his head.

"You're being bad on purpose to get my attention.” His tone is mocking and his grin is teasing, but there's still some coldness behind his words.

He knows he’s read your intentions perfectly, just as you had recited them in your head. Your heart starts to pound in your chest as you try everything in your power to not look at him, as he circles you like a shark would their prey.

He continues to circle you, his look turning more predatory as time goes on.

"Is that what this is really about? You get some sick satisfaction out of pushing my buttons until I snap at you and have to put you in your place? You just like seeing me angry." His grin grows, and he chuckles darkly. "Does it get you off, Princess?"

The tone in his voice is dark and condescending, and it sends a shiver through your senses. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

“I-I..”

Spencer watches you as you try and fail to speak, and his grin only grows darker. His eyes are cold and unforgiving now, looking down on you like you're one of the worst of the worst that he's put behind bars.

"Speak up, Princess. Unless you have nothing to say?" He gets even closer to you, getting right in your face and leaning a hand against the counter next to you. You can see the anger starting to boil in his eyes, despite him trying to keep himself calm.

And it’s clear by the way all your previous confidence has crumbled underneath you, that you have nothing to say. You were trembling with fear and anticipation as you could feel the huffs of his heavy breathing hitting your skin.

His eyes narrow at your silence, and his hand suddenly shoots out to grab a fistful of your hair. You are pulled forward painfully and he pulls you close.

"Speak. You don’t have a choice." He growls at you as he grabs your hair tighter and his face looks like he's just one step away from losing control.

You wince in pain at the feeling, but also moan softly. As his fist gripped at your roots, it shot a feeling of pure arousal through your body. You take a shuddering breath before you speak.

“Y-Yes.. Just-Just wanted you to put me in my place..” 

His face doesn't soften at all at your confession. He seems just as cold and unforgiving as he did before you spoke, and his other hand now grabs your throat.

"And what is your place exactly, Princess? Remind me."

His gaze is piercing and his breath is as heavy as your own is.

“I-I’m yours, Sir..”

The grip on your hair and throat only tighten as you whimper out your words. 

"That's right, Angel. You are mine. And you know what you do when you're mine?" He leans in even closer, so that he's nearly nose-to-nose with you, his grip becoming almost unbearable. 

"You behave, Is that understood?" 

Your lips drop in an attempt to gasp for air, and you manage to nod in his hold. You swallow and squeeze your eyes shut.

Reid lets go completely and you gasp for air, coughing and sputtering. You choke on your own breath as your lungs greedily fill with air.

"That's what I thought." He mutters in a low, almost whispered tone. He watches you with a sick look of sadism for another moment as you fight to breathe, then lets out a sigh and steps away. His face is blank for a moment, then his eyes quickly fill with desire.

"On your knees."

The tone he uses is colder and less forgiving now as he says that. He hasn’t moved in his place away from you, and he crosses his arms, waiting for you to obey him. 

At his command, you take a few steps forward and immediately fall to your knees. You bow your head down to the floor as you await his next order.

“Yes, Sir.” 

He looks down at you and reaches a warm hand out to run over the expanse of your jawline, before quickly pulling it away to slap you across the face. Your head jolts to the side and you let out a quick noise of shock.

"I don't want you to say another word unless I ask you to. Understood?" His eyes are trained on you as he withdraws his hand, waiting for you to respond and confirm that you’re actually listening to him now.

“Yes, Sir.”

You nod and say not another word afterwards. Your body was practically shaking in both excitement and fear for this, you had him exactly where you wanted him.

Spencer nods and reaches out for the belt he keeps on his waist. He pulls it out of his belt loops and holds it in his hand, seemingly taking his time to torture you.

"Look at me." His voice becomes harsher, and you can tell he's lost his patience.

Your head almost immediately lifts to look him in the eyes, and you can feel the littlest of tears brimming your wide, “innocent”, eyes as you gaze at him through your long lashes.

"You’ve left me no other choice, Princess.” He states monotonously as he holds you in his gaze. 

"It won't be pretty, or gentle. You're going to leave with bruises." His voice is dripping in condescension, and the look in his eyes sends a shiver of fear through you. He holds the belt tightly in his fist, waiting for your response. 

“That’s exactly what I want, sir.”

The look in his eyes doesn’t waver as he sits down on the couch and looks over at you expectedly.

"Over my knee."

There's no room for argument. His face remains unmoving as he holds his arm out, waiting for you to do as you're told. With a nod, you lift yourself from trembling knees and walk over to him, before bending your body over his legs, your stomach resting against his thighs and your ass raised in the air.

Spencer looks down at you as you do, his face blank and his expression serious again. Once he makes sure you're fully in position, he flips up your skirt and pulls back his arm. 

"Don't you dare move, Princess.” 

You hold your breath as you wait for the first hit and squeak out.

“Yes, Sir.”

The thick leather of the belt crashes down against your bare bottom and you hiss through your teeth. It hurt, but you knew this was as gentle as they would get, so you take it with gratitude. 

"Let's see if that attitude of yours is the same after a few more, hmm?" He asks in a condescending tone, his voice having turned into a cruel whisper. He pulls back his arm again as he speaks. 

"Tell me again what you are, Princess."

“I-I’m yours, Sir.. I belong to you—“ Your words are cut off as he swings the belt and lashes it against your pink tinged skin, making you cry out in pain. The tears that brimmed your eyes before fell down your flushed face now.

"Good, Princess. That's a good girl, isn't it?" He says in that unforgiving mutter as he pulls the belt back and whips it forward again, just as hard as the last.

"Tell me again, Princess. I want to hear you say it. What are you?"

Your body lurches forward in his lap and you practically scream at the pain.

“I’m yours, Sir.. Y-Yours..”

"And how should I treat my Princess? Do you think I should treat her gently? Is that what you want?" His voice is sarcastic yet menacing and it sends a shiver down your spine. He pulls the belt back and whips it forward once more, hitting you with even more force than before. 

You know better than to answer him, you know he’d like you better with your mouth shut right now. But that proved to be quite difficult, as the second the rough leather slapped against your bottom, your mouth dropped in a screech.

"Shut up. Do as you're told." His voice grows brutal and he continues to spank you, his face becoming one of rage and fury as his hands turn red and white from the tight grip he has around the belt.

"I don’t want to hear a single sound from you unless I want it, Princess. Now, say it again. What are you?" He asks, his voice once again dripping in a scornful frigid tone.

You don’t even have to look back at your ass to know it’s absolutely bruised with purple and red marks, you can just feel them.

“I-I’m yours, forever..”

"Yes, that's right. You belong to me. So don't you ever behave like this again, understood?" 

He stares you down and punctuates his words with a bruising hit.

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry sir..” Your voice is wavering as tears stream down your face and your body is shaking against his. His free hand reaches up to grab a handful of your hair and he forcefully yanks on it, making you groan in pain. 

“I don’t fucking care. Shut your mouth or I will make you.” 

An animalistic sob leaves your lips when he tugs at your roots harder and brutally assaults your already abused bottom. It’s like you can almost feel every line and crack of the texture of the belt at this point, as with every hit he dealt to you, the pattern was being imprinted on the red raised surface of your ass.

Then, suddenly, the hand in your hair lets you go and you can hear him switching the belt from his left hand to his right. All you can do is hang your head low and pray he’ll take it easy on you. But you know better. This is exactly what you wanted. You wanted to watch him snap, break from that caring and nurturing role he always regarded you with, and ruin you. 

When rough fingers take hold of the bottom of your panties, the fabric is ripped with an unforgiving tearing noise. Your eyes widen against the darkness of the couch and you clench at the feeling of being exposed so suddenly. 

Above you, you can hear him let out a deep chuckle at you bent over his lap, arching in anticipation as your folds glistened pathetically. 

“So pretty.. Shame you have to be so bad.”

Is all he says before you feel two large fingers prod at your hole, not giving you a moment to think before they roughly push into your plushy wet walls. Your cunt hungrily swallows what he’s given you, and he shakes his head at the sight of his fingers disappearing inside of you.

“It’s never enough for you, is it, Princess?”

The digits curl inside of you, making a scooping motion as they thrust deeper and deeper into you. Your eyes cross as they fall under heavy eyelids, and a strained whimper leaves your mouth. 

“You just.. take, take, take..”

He pulls back his fingers and fucks them back into you with each word he lets leave his mouth. 

“And it’s still never enough, hm?”

You shake your head the best you can, and moan out at his claims. 

“N-No, Si-”

The otherwise forgotten leather belt in his other hand thwacks down against your already welted ass, cutting you off. You practically scream in shock at the feeling, before he does it once more, just to shut you up again. 

“Do not fucking speak to me right now.”

A third finger joins the others inside of you in a slick motion, and the stretch has you dizzy in his lap. It doesn’t sound like he’s speaking to his girlfriend right now, not speaking at all to the woman he loves so unconditionally. No, it sounds like he’s talking to one of his worst enemies. 

His tone is full of hatred, malice, and coldness. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on beyond belief. He’d never treated you this roughly before and you were getting used to it all too easily.

Usually when he opened you like this, he took his time with you. Slowly pushing in each long digit and feeling your warm liquids gush around him, making sure you’re alright before moving another centimeter. 

But now, his hand was pistoning into you like he didn’t know how to do anything else, and his shaking fist held onto the belt above your ass so hard you were wondering how long it would take for him to pierce his nails through it.  

He was furious with you, and you adored it.

“People would kill to be treated the way I treat you. Pampered like a princess, spoiled rotten.. And yet-”

Spencer raises his hand once more and slashes the leather against your bottom before he finishes his sentence. You hold back a cry.

“You don’t want it.” 

His fingers push impossibly deeper into you and stay still against your stretched walls, giving your soaked pussy the opportunity to finally mold around them, tight like a vice. 

“What happened, baby? What happened to my Princess?”

There’s a faux tone of concern and sympathy for you in his voice, but you see right through it. You simply shake your head in response and try your damndest to not squeeze around his digits to avoid him getting even madder at you, as tempting as the idea sounds.

You can hear the material of the leather hitting the couch as he drops it, and you can feel a comforting hand come around to lightly run through your hair.

His fingers start to move once again, but much slower this time, and much more gentle. The 180 turn confuses you, but you didn’t want to be ungrateful and prove him right. 

The once stoic tone in his words softens, as he speaks to you in a comforting voice.

“Think you can cum, just like this, Princess?”

This time, you don’t stop yourself from squeezing around him, urging him deeper to press against your sensitive spot. When he reaches it, the pads of his fingers caress over it, and it makes you whimper pathetically. You nod, and swallow the drool that’s started dripping from your lips.

Spencer smiles down at you and brushes his hand through your hair. He can feel your arousal leaking out of your cunt, dripping from the fingers stuffed into you and onto the surface of his palm. 

He twists his digits around inside of you as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge, and it doesn’t take much for him to get you there, because after he deals one last press of his middle finger against your spot, you’re crying out.

“Sir.. Sir, I-I’m.. cum..I—”

Your eyes cross and roll back into your head as you right there, and just as fast as he’d gotten you from that point, he robs you of it. 

Before you can even finish your sentence, he’s pulling all of his fingers out of your drenched pussy and looking down at you with a cruel smile. The hand that was in your hair was still running gently through the strands, almost mocking you. 

Your eyes widen and you’re quick to look back and up at him, a look of panic and betrayal all over you. Tears quickly fill your waterline, threatening to fall at a moment's notice. 

“W-Wh..Why?”

A dark chuckle leaves his mouth before it’s stifled by his fingers dipping against his tongue. He cleans all of your slick from his skin, groaning at the taste. 

You can fill your impending orgasm crashing back to square one and it takes everything in you not to scream at him to just make you cum. 

“You can’t have it both ways, my love. If you want to be a bad girl, then I’ll treat you like one, understand?”

Tears finally begin to stream down your face, and even though you asked for this, you still couldn’t help the pitiful cries you let out at his cruel but deserved actions. 

“Are you ready to be my Princess again, or are you still going to be a bratty little bitch?” 

As he throws the insult at you, his fist tightens on your head and pulls tauntingly at your hair. You shake your head and swallow down a moan, your cunt is still painfully wet, pulsing and clenching around nothing. 

“I-I’ll be good, I pr-promise!” 

You weakly whine, and it’s humorous to him how quickly your little charade ended. You had planned on breaking him, but it’s clear now that you’re the only one left broken. 

As you beg him for forgiveness, you feel the teasing touch of his fingers slowly pushing between your silky wet folds. An evil smile creeps onto his face, and his voice is as dark and taunting as ever. 

“That’s what I fucking thought.” 

[baby-tini]

TW- Yandere Manila!Mikey, Implied murder, Threats of murder, Implied kidnapping, hints of noncon, forced affection, Abuse, Implied stalking in Y, Manipulation, Victim blaming. Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? Manila Mikey, in this timeline, is pretty standoffish. He's not super affectionate besides the occasional kiss or round of sex, he just.. watches you. He'll sit and stare until you start to get chills, he's not the most friendliest or passionate at this point.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? Well, in this timeline, he's already killed his friends, so obviously, he's not against killing for you. I do see the relationship more of a convenience for him, as in, he was probably lonely or you caught his interest. So he's willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe until he's done with you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them? He'd be very upfront with you, he may not tell you his intentions at first, but he'd make it known from the get-go that you are too behave and follow his rules. He won't be cruel or mock you and he can be pretty nice- sweet even, when you behave. He mostly leaves you be, sometimes when your asleep, he'll run his fingers through your hair.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will? Yes, he would. He truly doesn't care what you want, if he wants sex, you're having sex. If he wants a kiss and you try to move away, he'll grab you by the throat and kiss you, shoving his tongue down your throat. If he wants to hug you and you push at his chest, he's pinning you to him and holding you there until he lets you go.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? Not any really, you have caught him in moments of vulnerability, where he's thinking about his past and the friends he killed, reminiscing about Toman and the fun he had as a child but that was all accidental, he'd never purposely be vulnerable.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back? Don't. Fucking. Try. Mikey, himself, has said he doesn't hit women. I do believe he wouldn't put his hands on you unless he was deep in his dark impulses, but he is much stronger then you, more experienced in fighting, his reaction time is faster, I mean, this man got hit with a steel fucking pipe and took it, like it was nothing. There's no point in fighting or trying too fight, cause you'll lose. 100%.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape? It's not a game, don't treat it like one, cause it will end bad for you. Don't try too escape either, he will catch you and he'll either bring you back and tie you down or he'll kill you, simple as that.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them? The first time you, in his words, threw a tantrum. Right off the bat, he makes it known that he won't take any bullshit, no bad behaviour, no back talk, no escape attempts. Nothing. So, when you throw a "tantrum" he wraps his hand around your throat as he holds his gun to your head and stares you down, eyes empty as he flicks off the safety.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? He doesn't have one, he wants his life to come to an end. With you though, if he's done with you, he'll kill you. But, until then, he'll just go with it and whatever happens, happens.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? So, you're locked away, in his apartment. You're not going anywhere, you won't see anyone, won't talk to anyone but him. There's no one too get jealous of because there's no one but him around you. You're family and friends are gone, you'll never see them again. It's just him.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling? As I said, he's pretty standoffish but he can be sweet, rarely. If you've been relatively good for him, he'll let you sit on his lap and lay on his chest as he plays with your hair and nuzzles into your neck leaving the occasional kiss.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? He doesn't court or approach you, he takes you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? No, Mikey doesn't beat around the bush, he's very upfront with you and what he expects from you and how you should behave. He sees no point in playing pretend when he has you too himself.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling? Well, depends on what you did. He has different punishments for certain behaviours. If you try too or succeed in escaping, he might break a bone or tie you down. If you refuse too eat, you don't get food for a while. If you act like a brat and give him mouth, he'll bend you over his knee, and this man? He hits hard.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? He gives and takes privileges, depending on your behaviour and his mood. Like I said , if you refuse too eat what he gives you, you'll go hungry for a bit. If you try and lock yourself in a room, you're not allowed any privacy. You're taking a piss? Don't care, keep the door open. But if you're good, he'll give you high quality food, buy you the best smelling body washes, give you the prettiest clothes and treat you nice.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling? He can be pretty patient, but again, he doesn't take disrespect from anyone. It doesn't matter that you're starving and you're irritable, you'll need to ask him nicely and behave. He has the mindset that if he lets you get away with one thing, you'll try and get away with multiple things. So, it's best he shuts that shit down immediately.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? He would do everything in his power too get you back, no money, resources or manpower is enough. But, if you do successfully get away, however that may be. He wouldn't care at first but then he'd start too miss having someone around and if he really did like you- love even. He'd be very upset.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go? No and no. He doesn't feel guilty because it's not about you, if he wants you to stay with him, you will stay with him. No amount of pleading and crying will change that.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)? I'd say, boredom and loneliness. His friends are dead, his family's gone, he has no one. So when he sees you, looking so pretty and sweet, he wants you, and he takes you.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? You can't isolate yourself, there's no door he can't kick down, quite literally. There's no space he can't get you out of and there's absolutely no place you can hide. Screaming and crying though? Depends on how he feels, he might just sit there and watch you and wait it out, or he'll become very hand's on and make you stop crying and screaming because sometimes, it does piss him off.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere? He's not super obsessive or clingy, he's sometimes not even around because of his... job. Also, like I said, he will kill you when he's done with you.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape? Not many if any, you obviously can't fight him, can't really run from him or hide. So, it'll mostly have to be mental. You could try and play on the little empathy he has left, if you did know his family, you could play on that. Ask him what Draken and Shinichiro would think if they knew what he's done or how his friends would think of him now... but be careful because that could get him too back off or piss him off even more.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling? Yes. Yes he would. Especially if you try and challenge his authority, he's very used too people bowing to him, following his every order and looking up to him like a God essentially, so, when you challenge him and test him, he'll lose it.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over? There's no winning you over, you're his whether you like it or not. Worship though? No. You, are supposed to worship him, not the other way around.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? There's no pining, he does it more on impulse, he would only wait if there's people around and he can't take you away. He doesn't have a problem fighting or killing people but it's so much easier for the both of you if you just come quietly and behave.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling? If it was necessary? Absolutely, yes he would.

[ellenhghg]

It's a rainy day, and Zack is stuck home with his S/O.

The original plan was to have taken a picnic on this day, a hike and a river swim. UNFORTUNATELY, rain came with thunder and lighting.

Zack is clearly is disappointed none of his plans came to fruition...does the fun get spoiled since he's stuck at home with S/O?

P.s. there's LOTS of hot chocolate at home!!

Thank you for another request!! ♥ ♥ I hope you like it, poor guy needs all the cuddles. Feel free to request more ♥

Zack pouts as he stares out the rain-streaked window, watching lightning fork across the steel-grey sky. Of all the days for a storm to hit… He had such awesome plans for today!

"Man, this totally blows," he grumbles, flopping down on the couch with a huff. "No picnic, no hike, no swimming… Stupid rain, ruining all my hard work!"

He kicks his feet up on the coffee table, ignoring the disapproving look you shoot him from your cozy armchair. Normally he'd be all about snuggling up with you on a day like this, but right now? He's too busy wallowing in disappointment to appreciate the silver lining.

"I mean, I had it all mapped out, babe!" Zack throws his hands up, gesturing expansively. "The perfect spot by the river, a totally drool-worthy menu, even a little surprise for when we got to the top of the trail… Ugh, why'd the weather have to pick TODAY to throw a tantrum?"

He slumps further into the cushions, lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout. You have to bite back a smile at the picture he makes - your big, badass SOLDIER, sulking like a kid whose birthday party got rained out.

"Aw, c'mon honey," you soothe, setting aside your book and moving to join him on the couch. "I know you had your heart set on today, but it's not the end of the world. We can always reschedule for next weekend, right?"

Zack just grumbles, stubbornly avoiding your gaze. You sigh, reaching out to card your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp the way you know he loves.

"Tell you what," you murmur, leaning in close. "How about we make the most of being stuck inside, hm? We've got plenty of hot chocolate, a whole queue of movies to watch… and maybe a bit of 'indoor recreation' to keep us occupied, if you catch my drift…"

You punctuate the last bit with a playful eyebrow waggle, gratified to see Zack's pout twitch into a reluctant grin. He finally turns to face you, mako-bright eyes sparkling with renewed mischief.

"Indoor recreation, huh?" He loops an arm around your waist, tugging you into his lap with a cheeky grin. "I like the sound of that… Gotta say, babe, you sure know how to cheer a guy up!"

You laugh, booping him on the nose. "Well, I DO have a vested interest in keeping my favorite SOLDIER happy… even if he DOES act like a big baby sometimes."

"Hey!" Zack yelps, looking affronted. "I am NOT a baby! I'm a very manly man, I'll have you know! Practically oozing testosterone over here!"

He flexes exaggeratedly, waggling his eyebrows at you. You just roll your eyes, shoving playfully at his chest.

"Uh huh, sure thing, stud. A very manly man who pouts when his plans get rained out…"

"Alright, alright, I get it!" Zack throws up his hands in mock surrender, a rueful grin tugging at his lips. "No more sulking, I promise. From now on, it's nothin' but good vibes and cozy times!"

To prove his point, he reaches out and snags the fluffy throw blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over both of your laps with a flourish.

"There, see? Instant snuggle heaven! All we need now is some of that hot chocolate and we're set!"

You laugh, shaking your head at his antics. "Alright, my very manly man. You get the movie queued up, I'll go fix us some cocoa. Deal?"

"Deal!" Zack grins, stealing a quick kiss before releasing you from his lap. "Make mine extra marshmallow-y, yeah? Gotta get my sugar fix somewhere, since SOMEONE vetoed my 'all junk food' picnic menu…"

You just snort, flicking him lightly on the forehead as you stand. "Yeah, because 'all junk food all the time' is totally conducive to staying in fighting shape, right? Gotta protect this SOLDIER bod!"

You give his abs a playful poke, delighting in the way he squirms away with a yelp. Zack's always been ticklish, much to your endless amusement.

"Alright, alright, I give!" he laughs, batting your hand away. "No more junk food slander, I get it! Now go on, woman, fetch me my cocoa! Your very manly man demands sustenance!"

You flip him off with a grin, sashaying towards the kitchen with an exaggerated sway of your hips. "Sir, yes sir! Anything for my big, strong, SOLDIER boy~"

Zack's laughter follows you out of the room, warm and bright. As you bustle around the kitchen, fixing up two mugs of cocoa (extra marshmallows for Zack, just a sprinkle of cinnamon for you), you can't help but smile to yourself.

Mugs in hand, you make your way back to the living room, ready to snuggle up with your favorite goofball and while away a cozy, rainy day.

Zack looks up as you enter, a wide grin splitting his face. He's got the blanket arranged just so, the TV already queued up to your favorite feel-good flick. The sight makes your heart melt, a surge of affection rushing through you.

"One extra marshmallow-y cocoa for my very manly man," you announce, handing him his mug with a flourish. "And one cinnamon-spiced for me, because I'm a classy broad like that."

Zack snorts, taking a big slurp of his cocoa. He comes away with a marshmallow mustache, grinning unrepentantly. "Mm, you sure do know how to spoil a guy, babe! C'mere, I need my cuddle partner!"

He sets his mug aside and opens his arms invitingly, waggling his eyebrows. You laugh, settling yourself against his broad chest and pulling the blanket up to your chin.

"Mm, this is more like it," Zack murmurs, nuzzling into your hair. "Who needs a picnic when we've got a perfect setup right here? Snuggles, hot chocolate, cheesy movies… I'm in heaven!"

You hum in agreement, lacing your fingers with his. "See? Rainy days aren't so bad after all. Especially when you've got the right company…"

Zack chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. "You got that right, babe. There's nobody I'd rather be stuck inside with than you. Even if you DO veto my junk food binges and make fun of my very manly sulking…"

You elbow him lightly, grinning. "Hush, you. Less sassing, more snuggling. I'm trying to watch the movie!"

Zack just laughs, pulling you closer. "Sir, yes sir! Operation Snuggle is a go!"

And with that, he settles in to enjoy a cozy, love-filled day at home with his favorite person. Rain or shine, every day is perfect as long as he's got you by his side.

[ryp3004]

Rebecca tells Michael before she tells her parents. He... Didn't react the way she thought he would. She thought he'd be excited... Or at least react, but it's fine. It's a lot at once so she's not upset, though it's weird that he's not answering her calls anymore.

Looks like she'll have to tell her parents by herself.

Her parents rage. Screaming vile things, admitting every twisted thought they'd had about her, their daughter, since she was born. How she ruins everything they have ever worked for. How ungrateful and selfish she is. And most of all, how could she?

Rebecca leaves with just the clothes on her back, flipping them off behind her. She can hear Adam's mocking tone as she drives away.

"You'll be back, Rebecca. You can't survive on your own and you'll finally get it through your thick skull that you need us."

Fuck him. He doesn't know what he's talking about, him or Lucille. She's not on her own, she has Michael, and Emma, even though they haven't talked in ages. This will be fine.

...

Michael breaks up with her. Tells her he'll send her money like that's what she cares about. Just leaves her, alone and scared and pregnant and she's just a kid herself, she can't do this!

...

Emma.

She calls Emma.

Emma finally picks up on the fourth try.

"What?"

"Emma? Hey, it's Becca. I know we haven't talked in a while..."

"Becca? It's, like, it's 2 in the morning."

"I know, I'm sorry, I just... I need help, Emma. I fucked up."

Emma scoffs and Rebecca feels tears stinging at her eyes.

"Becca, I tried to do this the easy way but I guess you're just not getting it. We aren't friends anymore. I'm 19 years old, I'm not gonna be bumming around with a 16 year old."

Rebecca feels the hot tears stream down her face.

"Emma, I'm pregnant." Her voice cracks.

There's a pause on the other end.

"Okay? Good for you, I guess. Don't call me again."

And she hangs up.

And Rebecca is all alone again.

...

She makes it a week before going back home, her mother sitting in the living room reading her kindle.

"Are you done throwing your tantrum yet?"

...

And that's how it goes for the next eight months.

She walks on eggshells around Adam and Lucille, not engaging with them. It's easier this way. For all of them.

Ryanne Marie Prince is born on April 4th. A healthy baby girl. She's... She's perfect. Rebecca never knew that she could love something as much as she loves this little pink bundle in her arms. Every sound she makes, every yawn, everything.

She sends Michael a post card with a picture attached as a courtesy. It'd be criminal to hide this perfect little thing from the guy that helped make her. And there's a vindictive little voice in her head that relishes in the idea of him realizing how badly he fucked up.

She graduates high school on time, surprisingly. Her upbringing made her damn good at multitasking. She gets a job at a bank, just to be able to afford everything Ryanne needs.

She thinks the biggest surprise was her parents.

They love Ryanne.

They constantly dote on her, and watch her without having to ask.

And Rebecca has to admit that it hurts.

She can't remember them ever looking at her that way.

Ryanne is 3 when she gets a letter.

It's a man willing to finance her education t- holy shit. Holy shit, Hollywood U!?

It's a dream come true for Rebecca, but it takes her three weeks to respond yes to whoever it is that sent the letter. It takes a month for her to tell her parents.

They're angry, of course, but it's more resigned. Rebecca's not a teenager anymore. She has her own money, her own career, and now she'll have a place three hours away from them.

"What about Ryanne?" Lucille asks, voice quite so she doesn't disturb the sleeping toddler.

"I was actually gonna ask for your help with that..." Rebecca says, and she's nervous for the first time in a while about what her parents think. Has she done enough for them? Do they love Ryanne enough to make up for it?

"Fine. But you are still her mother, Rebecca. You need to be responsible. You aren't abandoning her with us."

Rebecca bristles, an angry flush on her face.

"I would never abandon Ryanne. Don't you ever imply that again. If it comes down to it, fuck Hollywood U, I'd move her in with me."

Lucille rolls her eyes but that's that.

Rebecca's going to Hollywood U.

Rebecca's going to direct movies.

And even though she already misses Ryanne, the tears of her goodbye driving a stake through her heart, this is the lightest she's felt in 20 years.

She just hopes Ryanne will understand when she's older.

[eisforeidolon]

Robbie Thompson tried to put an OOC I love you in Dean's mouth in Goodbye Stranger, but Jensen shut it down because it wasn't appropriate to the character. Nobody would know that, except Misha told the hellers to wind them up - conveniently leaving out that the replacement line of being family was the same intended sentiment as the original according to Thompson himself.

The set design in Stairway to Heaven for Castiel's fake heaven was going to be full of pictures of Dean in a mocking jab by Metatron, but when Jared pointed out that fans would take it as a serious hint at the ship being a thing, it was promptly taken out. Nobody would know, except Misha told the hellers to wind them up - conveniently leaving out that it was removed for being a potentially misleading joke in bad taste.

So yeah, nobody could make Jensen do the confession scene even when Misha and Bobo the Assclown conspired behind his back to cook up what looks to me like SPN's only legit queerbait and present it to him as a done deal. But when the speech itself was that pointedly ambiguous as to type of love? When it didn't involve Dean as other than a baffled spectator who explicitly couldn't reciprocate whatever feelings according to their own shitty script? When it had no impact whatsoever on Dean's own story - past, present, or future? When J2 had already been talking about having more creative control when they did a revival down the road? Would it really have been a notably better choice for Jensen to refuse to do the scene ... and wait for Misha to inevitably wind up the crazies with suggestively misleading hints of what might have been? He'd have basically been fighting against Misha ruining only his own character, when the little weasel would almost certainly turn around and sic the lunatic fringe on him specifically for saying no. Again.

I mean, I do think it was a terrible idea to throw the shippers any kind of a bone both in principle and in a practical sense, but really? We all know they were not going to be happy with anything other than the show ending in a completely OOC schmoopy fanfic-esque glurgefest D/C HEA with Sam conveniently somewhere ... else. Tantrums were inevitable. Hell, SherIock ended with the two shipped characters raising a baby together with the mother conveniently dead - the starting premise of a million shipfics. Yet shippers on the same level of batshit and refusal to accept being told no repeatedly as hellers? Rioted because it wasn't the Mostest Important-est Gay Representation EVAR they'd been promising themselves TPTB were really writing (in secret for reasons, naturally).

The goodbye scene didn't cause the still-ongoing meltdown, nor were the particulars of the finale what was really behind it - it was the decade plus of built up entitlement and delusions which not only caused it, but made it inevitable.

[ms-cartoon]

I gotta be for real, I actually like this episode. The only reason why is because Vox is introduced and I'm starting to like Vox. He might be my favorite character second to Husk. As a matter of fact, I change my mind about what I said about his voice, it actually fits pretty well! Maybe not with his character appearance, but Christian still did a great job fitting the rest of his character.

I also like his rivarly with Alastor as well as their song! Though I wish the musical number had less talking in it since it was hard for me to keep up.

Now that I got my positivity out of the way, let's start complaining.

WARNING: SPOILERS!!!

-- Alex Brightman as Sir Pentious does NOT work for me. He doesn't match with the pilot voice actor at all. It's too high-pitched and annoying.

-- It's kinda off topic and I should've brought it up earlier, but Vaggie's voice acting is off too. Stephanie doesn't sound completely bad. She still fits the role sorta, but at the same time, she also sounds dead, like she doesn't have much emotion in her when she speaks, unlike her pilot version.

-- As expected, the three V's don't seem much of a threat AT ALL. They're so unserious, that you forget they're overlords. Their dialogue is like they're still in high school especially Val being the youngest baby of the litter. Honestly, I think Vox acts much more of a villainous overlord than the other two. He may not look it, but he still fits the role and is much more serious than the other two.

-- Valentino is NOTHING like how he's portrayed in the addict video or the comics. In the comics and music vid, he actually looked like someone you don't wanna mess with in any circumstances. And with the way Angel Dust gets so nervous around him, you'd think he'd look and sound like someone we're supposed to see as abusive and controlling. Not to mention that he's an overlord so he's most likely powerful than he seems to be. But in the show, all I see is a stupid, whiny little brat who throws a temper tantrum when pissed off and is babied by Vox who feels he needs to "calm him down."

-- And what is up with his voice???? No disrespect to the voice actor, but this is NOT what I was expecting him to sound like. So Val is supposed to be hispanic, but dude keeps falling in and out of his spanish accent. It's like he can't even decide whether to stick with it or not. Whoever voice directed him didn't do the best job. Also, this is mostly a preference, but I also pictured him to have a rather deeper and sleezing tone in his voice, along with some sass.

-- Valentino: "That slippery twink is gonna remember who owns him. I'm going to f**k everyone in that rancid shithole, I swear to god!"

Yeah okay Slickback

Val is fully aware that Alastor works at the hotel now. Alastor, the same scary-ass demon that could even take on Lucifer in a fight. Not to mention Lucifer's daughter is currently owning that hotel. What makes Valentino think he could even stand a chance against either of them??

-- Angel Dust: This chump was trying to kill us, like, 6 hours ago. Now you wanna bring him in here to live with us??"

Why does Angel care so much about Pentious staying in the hotel?? Dude doesn't even take the snake seriously enough to even care about him being around. Is he worried about him trying to kill him or something? If so, where was this care when you got involved in the turf war with Cherri or when he showed up to try and kill Alastor? All he ever did was mock Sir pentious with his carefree attitude.

-- Charlie: I'm so excited to have our first real guest!

Angel Dust: What the hell am I then??

Umm . . . NOT their guest. You were a TEST SUBJECT. They brought you in to see if the chances to be redeemed and sent to heaven are possible, except you never cared enough to compromise. Don't be surprised that their not giving you the same treatment.

-- Vaggie: "You constantly make us look bad, sexually harrass the staff, and never once tried to improve.

I mean- she ain't lying. Is Angel Dust making a sad face supposed to make me feel bad or something, cuz . . . . it isn't. He didn't even participate in the game Charlie was trying to set up calling it "stupid", which further proves Vaggie's point. If you want approval so badly, actually try to compromise. Doesn't even seem like he can make up his mind about it anyway. He'll find all this redemption activity to be stupid and a waste of time, but then looks at Charlie praising Sir Pentious instead of him and he'll start to act all sad and jealous??? Like dude- PICK A LANE!!

-- Not that the way Angel's acting makes sense anyway. In the pilot, and even in the addict video, it is clear as day that he doesn't give a shit about the Habzbin Hotel! He doesn't even wanna behave and he doesn't trust the idea of sinners redeeming themselves. He wasn't even all that friendly with Charlie or Vaggie. Now in this episode, he'll start to feel all bad and jealous when Charlie is praising Sir Pentious. It's like Viv can't make up her mind on how she wants Angel to feel.

-- Also Vaggie openly calls out Angel Dust for sexually harassing the staff and the fans (including Viv) will look at this as "Haha heehee, that's funny" and not "Eww! What is wrong you? That's disgusting!"

-- Instead of sounding like Angel's pimp, Val sounds more like an crazy ex-boyfriend in the dozens of voicemails he sent. Am I really supposed to take him seriously as a villain???

-- Angel was chugging a bottle of booze like its a Gatorade bottle. Idk why, but something about that bugged me, lol!

-- This is a genuine question I don't get, so feel free to answer. When Angel catches Sir Pentious setting up the spy camera like he was instructed by Vox to do, how does he immediately assume Pen is working for the three V's?? Is it cuz of the camera? Does he recognize it as belonging to Vox??

-- Once again, I don't understand why Angel cares so much about what Sir Pentious does since it's been shown how much he doesn't care about the Hotel. So it doesn't make any sense why he's angry and trying to stop him. Also, what causes him to jump Sir Pentious is when he's called a whore by him! WHY??? Back at the pilot, he was called a slut by Travis and didn't give much of a reaction, back-talking him. Which only shows he doesn't care about what people's opinions are of him. He'll be called a tramp and he'll reply with an "i don't care" smile. However, with Sir Pentious, he's immediately triggered and attacks him?? Something tells me that Angel's character is a whole other retcon. Viv can't decide if she wants him to be someone with a devil-may-care attitude who doesn't care about redemption or someone who really does want to change his ways and cares about the well-being of Charlie and the rest of the characters.

[yanderes-galore]

yandere alphabet randy marsh

Oh, how am I going to make this work...? He is a character I like so I am down but how could I hurt Sharon like that- Originally was going to have a platonic side, but it was scrapped

Hope you like it :)

@okchijt helped me with ideas.

Alphabet Found Here

Yandere Alphabet - Randy Marsh

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Drinking, Intimacy mention, Obsession, Divorce, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Unhealthy coping, Violence, Alcoholic violence, Jealousy, Stalking, Very mature themes, Delusional behavior, Emotional breakdown, Clingy behavior.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Randy is shown to be rather obsessive over things in the show itself. After his divorce he probably went to a bar to drink his heart out before meeting you.

How Randy shows love is an obsessive need to be around you. He wants your touch and attention, at first to get over his divorce, but soon because he wants to start something new with you. There's also no doubt his attraction quickly turns to intimacy when he falls for you due to his extreme appetite for that kind of thing. He can come off as very intense.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Randy is definitely one for fist fights so he'd get bloody in those for you. He doesn't mind getting a little messy.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He would probably try to recreate that relationship he used to have with Sharon, not entirely over her in his obsessive state. Randy wouldn't mock you as he feels it's unneeded. The goal is to make you love him, not be rude. (Except for the whole, trapping you in his house thing.)

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Randy probably would, he gets very obsessive with fitting you into this fantasy role that he may not be very considerate. He's very selfish.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Randy can be pretty vulnerable towards his darling. Usually during a drinking binge. He'll cry towards you about what he's going through and clings to you. At times he does seem like a manchild. Although other times he pretends he isn't, wanting to be a strong man for you and protect you.

Alcohol is a strong substance though....

Extremely hurt and he's going to throw a fit over it. He is extremely immature. He's just trying to show he loves you! Why do you fight him on this?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No and No.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

His alcoholism and obsessive stalking towards you. Randy is a desperate man and him watching you from the bushes, doing unspeakable acts, is probably the worst.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

At first, Randy just wants to party and hook up with you. Only sometime after would he consider marriage again.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He does get jealous. He also will lash out more than silently cope. He can get pretty violent, honestly.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

At times he'll be very affectionate, immature, or upset for whatever reason. He may fight with you some times but he is mostly just clingy and invasive. Even during fights he tries not to hurt you. Instead he'll probably throw objects around like a tantrum. It certainly scares you into complying.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Exactly what I said up top. Randy is shown to be rather obsessive over things in the show itself. After his divorce he probably went to a bar to drink his heart out before meeting you. He's fallen for you and chases you for the idea of fixing him.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Somewhat yet also not entirely. He's certainly more obsessive about you than anything else.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

You'd think he'd used violence but he actually doesn't hurt you. He'd threaten you, isolate you, you manipulate you as punishment instead.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He'd try not to take any except you staying by him.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He can be impatient with his darling.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Probably not? He's going to hit the bottle hard. If you left he's going to beg for you back. If you died, he'd probably never recover.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

It may come up once or twice but he tries to justify it with his delusions. He probably would only let his darling go if he knew you loved him and would stay with him.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

The divorce between him and Sharon.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He tries to be caring and comfort you as you did him during his divorce. Granted, you'll fight him more, but Randy tries to care for you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He's reliant on you like his addiction to alcohol. He's very different than the classic yandere in his behavior.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Putting him in an alcohol induced sleep or playing along with his delusions. He's persistent, however, so if you don't hide or get rid of him, he'll find you.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not intentionally, maybe by accident. He only fights people who he's jealous of around you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He'd worship you a little for helping him out of his depression. He would go to great lengths to win you over due to his obsessive behavior.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Not very long at all. Give him a few months of rejection maybe?

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No.

[samuelroukin]

Anyway in an effort to not turn one of my coworkers into a goresplosion, that scene I told you about. (Anon, hear me out. What if it's good omegaverse)

There's a silence, afterward. Daeron would have wanted to believe he'd misheard, somehow, or that he'd missed a jape in the words or the tone. But the whole table freezes, faces pained. His own fingers go still where he'd been spinning the ring on his hand. It really is beautiful, wonderfully crafted, the curl notches with lines to resemble dragon scales, the exquisitely cut stones set into the face. Gleaming with Targaryen colors in every light. It must have been amongst the ugliest in Rhaenyra's collection, easy to give away and forget. He'd been so happy to wear it, to show it off to her. She must have been laughing at him the whole time. Look at him, so easily placated, so very silly, so very eager to please. "Apologize," Rhaenyra snaps, making everyone jump. She sounds every inch the cold, commanding Queen. Joffrey stares back at her, confused. "No, that...I don't need..." Daeron says, sounding every inch the fool they know him to be. Defending Joffrey, again, despite the fact that his husband has made it clear at every turn that Daeron is nothing to him, and will never be anything but. It's true, though. Daeron doesn't need jewelry. He doesn't need care, or love, or affection. Or anything at all. He's the perfect omega, pretty and silent and unfeeling, there to do his duty and be ignored in the meantime. How could he forget that? How could he cling to a silly little ring that he thought might mean Joffrey actually thought of him, if only sometimes? Saw him? He slides it up and down his knuckles, feeling it catch and release. "Might I. I am so sorry, might I be excused? I feel..." Sick. Unwell. Unwanted. He's moving before he's chosen to, chair scraping the stone with a wail, hurrying into the hallways. Rude of him, and stupid. Rhaenyra had not dismissed him. He knots his fingers together, anxious and picking, and realizes the weight is gone. He's left the ring on the table. An insult. Spitting in his own face. Like a stupid, petulant child, throwing a fit. A foot stamping tantrum because... what? He was given jewelry that costs more than a merchant might see in five years and it was not picked out personally? Because his alpha mocked his spoiled little presumptions? They must be laughing at him now, if they aren't furious. His stomach lurches, despite there being nothing in it. Just as well. Daeron couldn't bring himself to eat now. He curls up on the bed and waits, wondering what Joffrey will do when he comes back.

[Also if you haven't watched Gosford already, come back and reread this after you do. Just. Trust me]

coworker goresplosion made laugh out loud glkjdhsh but nooo poor guy 😓 he's really going through it

[cannibalcreepers]

HII! LOVE YOUR WORK! Do you think Mars ever tried having a gf or something? But went horribly wrong since he's a 🗑️man?

Makes me so happy that you do ❤️

Oh he definitely has tried and it never goes the way he envisions it, he definitely tried to get a girlfriend when he was in his teens, eventually giving up in his mid-twenties as he realises its easier to just get what he wants there and then.

Either he fucks it up for himself or the other clan members fuck it up for him (which is one of the many reasons why he gets aggressive with Pluto)

How he fucks it up himself is he has such a twisted view on relationships, getting angry that they weren't just falling for him and just screamed and cried all the time.

Trying to force his female victims into a submissive backwards traditional role of being at his beck and call, cooking and cleaning, just basically someone he controls.

Instead they would (obviously) attack him, which resulted in him abusing and beating them in return, eventually killing them when he becomes impatient with them not just abiding to his wants (which usually doesn't take long as he's incredibly impatient)

How the other Clan members fuck it up for him (say he doesn't get a chance to just abuse the shit out of the poor girls himself) they usually mock him or attempt to just take the victim for themselves to kill or assault, which is mostly Pluto trying to sneakily swoop in, which throws Mars into a tantrum of "This is mine" and either killing the victim in a 'if I can't have you to myself, no one can' or thinking that his potential gf has now been stolen and sullied so since he doesn't want that he disposes of them like some toy.

Really it's his own fault he can't get one and even if he found a gf as insane as he is, he'd still find a way to screw it up as he doesn't know a good thing even if it smacked him across the face

[arthyritis]

Nightmare

P has a nightmare involving Anti and the eye.

Warnings: violence.

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He'd learned his lesson from last time: if the alarms go off, you stay put in your designated area. For P, that was his small, safe security camera room.

It was in the name, damn it! And after last time, well, let’s just say he didn’t want a repeat of that ALTR interaction.

The anomaly had, of course, found him, crouched pitifully next to a fallen friend he'd used as bait, but then he’d just… stared. No mocking, no children’s laughter that usually accompanied his form as a taunt.

Just staring.

Whether he knew about P’s status as a hidden anomaly or not he hadn’t made clear. But P guessed he hadn’t ratted if he did since the ALTR was back in his cell and P was a free-roamer.

But it seemed like it was happening all over again.

P crouched somewhere between the two doors of the cam room so he could see one and his ponytailed hair allowed the eye to keep watch on the other. Even though both doors had locked as soon as the lockdown started, he was wary to take any attention off of anything.

At least in here, the horrible, horrible screeching of alarms wasn’t bothersome to his hearing aids—

A tap. Faint, but at the door right behind him.

He turned, almost ready to go ahead and duck under his desk when the ALTR appeared directly in his peripheral vision. He made quick move to hide, but the ALTR was quicker, grabbing him by the ponytail and throwing him to the ground face-first.

The pain was overshadowed by a burst of adrenaline, but 114209 pressed him into the floor before he could do anything, not even lying a hand on him.

More of the force appeared around his wrists, holding them against his back as the anomaly gained on him, a fact he could only see through his own anomalous eye that was now not as hidden as last time.

The ALTR knelt down, almost gently moving P's hair to reveal the eye. He was always so insanely calm, though P had heard stories about him prior to being captured and apparently he wasn’t always so.

Insane was one word that was thrown around a lot and used to describe him. P was sure it still applied in this type of instance.

114209 lightly traced the eye with a normal, padded finger (P thought he remembered hearing the anomaly—no, all of the ALTRS—had no fingerprints, but it was weird to actually see and feel that up close) before a sharp nail came out and traced it again. The nail dug into the skin around the anomalous eyeball.

It couldn’t close if it wanted to, petrified at the sights it was seeing. P tried to will it, but it never did listen well, a mind of its own.

The static sound that normally surrounded the anomaly and bugged out his hearing aids started up, P’s attention shifting for a moment as he tried to struggle away from the noise but it was no use. He was left helpless, watching the ALTR make him bleed from a backwards only view until the eye finally shut tight, having witnessed enough itself.

Then he was waking up, the sight of his own bedroom a shock as he tumbled off the sheets and lay on the floor, staring dizzily up at the ceiling. He cradled his head with a shaking hand, lifting himself off of the floor soon after and making sure he wasn’t actually hurt.

The eye was moving around in its own sleep, undisturbed by P’s nightmare and tantrum.

Of course, yet another reason he needed to hide it. Protect it. There was no telling what the ALTR in his dream was actually trying to accomplish, but he was pretty sure he never wanted to find out.

Knowing he was only going to have a fitful sleep after all of this, he went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

[simiansmoke]

@citizensofeggton

Twee could tell DK wasn't expecting that in the slightest, though that just made if funny to her. The fennec was a bit surprised to see him roll into a ball to dodge her kick, though it seemed the ape could move a bit faster like that. She saw the attack coming, though made no effort to block as she was hit with full force. She stood her ground, only being knocked back a few feet as her magic barrier revealed itself having cracked in a few places. "Looks like you can pack quite a punch, though you'll need more force than that if you wanna break my barrier." As she spoke the barrier repaired itself and once again became invisible to the naked eye. "Not sure what this power-up stuff you're talking about is, though if you're accusing me of using magic to lift you then that's a wrong assumption." Twee had always been strong, though that was a common trait in the Darling family, not counting Kit. "If you can't handle it I can stop using my magic, though I just assumed you wanted to fight me at my best." The fennec was clearly mocking DK, though it was stranger how he just didn't counter, though maybe he need one of these power-up thing she mentioned. "Tell you what? Since I want a good fight I'll let you use a power-up." Twee was also curious to see just what they were. The fennec would then sit down as she began to wait and see what DK would do in response. She was prepared for the ape to attack as it seemed easy to get under his skin which could make him attack first and bother with other things later. With some time to think to herself she wondered just how mad Vix would be for picking a fight with the person she wanted to talk to.

Blinking when he notices the cracks in the air, he couldn't help but be reminded of the strange crystalline shield that he'd conjure randomly...given the circumstances. It wasn't just something he could throw out there, but almost like a being that knew when he really needed a block. And a play fight was not it. "The hell is-...OK you have got to be using SOMETHING." Complaint given, he rolls his shoulders back to pop them. He's getting tired of upstarts taking advantage of his Kong-like nature to shun power ups in battle for favor of brute force. No magics, no gimmicks...just FISTS.

"Yeah-hea sure! That's what they all say." He grumbles, pounding his knuckles slightly in place upon the ground just to SMASH the road in his annoyance knowing the magic field would build it back. Huh...handy for tantrums. "Well, if you're using magic...then yeah! I need a power up...I mean I'm all for all out death matching with nothing against magic users, but this isn't the time."

Huffing, he glances from side to side...noticing a power-up block off towards a shop selling ice cream. That would do. "All right, fucking wait over there." He growls, padding over to the block. With a little punch underneath, he catches the spoils in his open palm. Whatever it was remained hidden as he kept his back turned. Though the icy blue flower would give him pause as he winced from the frost that bit him as it swirled around his fur and dyed it pale blue with frosted tips.

Turning back to the fight, he huffs...not his favorite power-up, but he'd figure it out. "All right...check THIS out." Balling up, he rolled over full force towards his opponent, swerving at the last second to avoid a hit and roll behind her. Popping out mid slide, he bangs a fist down to catch himself, though the momentum causes him to slide a little bit back as the ice power exits his knuckles and begins to freeze the magic protected board deck until there was an ice rink in place in front of him. Slippery...which would make the ice balls he started firing a bit weird to dodge.