#except hes too sweet and nice and docile and would not need to be treated like marchy for forsy

[ratatatastic]

prime example of "you may only handle me once because i have to have dignity and shit and if you try it again i will bite your dick off"

or alternatively marchy doing marchy things and somehow forsys the one being provoked into it go figure

florida panthers @ boston bruins | 10.14.24

[strawbabysimp]

Adult Trio as Yanderes HCs

Chrollo

He's so lonely traveling around for jobs, it's an unstable life and he doesn't have any real motivation for doing what he does. But you? You were so interesting. He made obtaining you a sort of game, except this was a far more exhilarating game than he'd ever played before. It was a new sort of mission that required a different way of going about things and that sparked something in him. Something he had been missing and craving this entire time unknowingly.

You quickly became friends with the new charming man in town, he asked you out a few times and it was all going well. He brought you flowers and candies, showering you in expensive gifts that you didn't have to even do anything special to receive. You said he didn't have to do these things but he made it clear he was glad to do it.

It's a very gradual progression as he gets more and more possessive. He'll want you to wear everything he's given you, especially when you go out in public. The way he turns your head to meet his gaze even when you two aren't talking, as if your attention had to be directed at him for fear that your outside surroundings would somehow taint you.

When you bring up cutting your hair differently or trying a new look he's quick to panic, telling you in a breathy voice that that was a horrible idea and you were perfect just as you are. He wants to keep you the same as you've always been since he first met you, only allowing you to change to his wishes, never your own.

"You belong to me just as you are. Nothing will change that. I won't allow it to." His gaze is gentle but his words held an unspoken threat that both of you were very aware of. You were his rock. The only constant in his life and after gaining such a thing he would destroy anything that could possibly take that away.

You come along with him for all his jobs, no point fighting someone when there was no chance of getting away. You had to admit the life was somewhat entrancing; traveling around with a man quick to give you anything you so desired, only having eyes for you, a precious gift. He's never cruel, always so tentative, the darkness only fills his aura when directed at others for you could never do wrong in his eyes. The world was what was corrupt and ever-changing. He was a clear example of that.

Hisoka

Hisoka is the king of manipulation and while some part of you respected his skill, when it's directed at you it's an entirely different story. When it happens it just seems like jokes, small things he says that plant these cruel ideas in your mind, and they just keep building up. When you bring up his comments he laughs you off, saying if you are overthinking things perhaps there is a good reason for it. That was the start of it all.

Your idea of your friends was tainted, the way they smiled at you became a reminder of the horrible things Hisoka said a smile could hide. Your own family made you doubt your worth, thinking you'd never reach their standards. When you walked with Hisoka those harsh thoughts remained in your head but the presence of the magician made you happy, the way he had said you were perfect for him and that he didn't have expectations for you. He simply wanted you and everything you were willing to give. Only he didn't tell you he would have you give everything you had to offer and make it seem as if it was all your own choice.

You went on about your insecurities, voicing the fact that the world could be such a confusing and unfair place. It made him angry. The card would slip from his fingertips, blood rushing to the surface of your skin as the sharpened edge brought about a twinge of pain. Your eyes widen but a guilt fills your stomach. Hisoka had said you were perfect so why did he hurt you? He remains quiet as he walks towards you but his calm demeanor does nothing to calm your nerves. He explains in the sweetest voice a blood-thirsty man could provide - which was the equivalent of honey in vocal form for this gifted performer - that he was not mad at you but your words. To stop putting yourself down and instead direct your hate at the world. Your mind quickly twists things, Hisoka seeming to have had a sweet reaction. He wasn't mad at you. He loved you. He just wanted you to be happy and the fact you weren't stirred something in him. He cared and the world didn't.

He shows you off to the crowds like you're some divine thing. Something to be proud of. You're happy and he gives you a tender smile whenever he finds you in the stands of the arena. He'll dedicate the following bloodshed to you and call out in your direction his words of dedication. It was violent yet loving, a perfect description of the man who you cared for.

The death didn't stop at the stage, however. You'd find him coming home with clothes stained red from a person he never tells you the name of, going on about how he loves you so much sometimes he just can't help but express it. How he makes the last words those people mutter be your name as blood spills from their lips. You grimace. This isn't what you wanted. But what can you do? He loves you.

He lets you go out on your own, knowing you'll always come back. If you don't? That's not even a possibility at this point. Everything you are is his. You placed the very value of your existence in this beautiful man and he eats it up greedily. Without you, he'd starve. You didn't want to be cruel after he helped you accept the world as it is and yourself. The killing never stops but you do learn to accept it. Eventually, a smile finds its way onto your face as he drags a bloody finger across your cheek, leaving a red streak he kisses gently before dragging you to the shower to wash up with him. If the world is already cruel then isn't he just a byproduct? An adapter? Simply someone who has learned to love in a place where even love can't remain untarnished?

Illumi

You're getting kidnapped right off the bat. This man takes you the second he finds any sort of special interest in you as a person. He has this urge to protect you, the same as his own blood, that's not something he can just ignore. He won't be like his father. He won't allow you to rebel against his wishes or run off with another. He'll keep you to himself until you yearn for nothing more. Your cries fall on deaf ears as he looks on at you emotionlessly. This is for the best.

You'll be walking one day, there won't be many people around or none at all, and then he'll just appear. You hadn't met him before, he had wanted to study you to see if the two of you were compatible before he actually moved forward with his plans. One moment he's standing before you and the next you're out cold, a needle placed perfectly in your neck causing you to fall limp in his hold. He cradles you gently against him as he quickly makes his way to a secure home for the two of you. He wouldn't allow his family to have a taste of you. He didn't need their help. They always failed it seemed and he wouldn't have you suffer the same fate.

You wake up in a home straight out of your wildest dreams. You think you're still asleep as you first take in your surroundings. It's simply perfect. Your dream room. Your feet find the floor and as you put yourself upright a voice calls out to you asking if this setup pleases you or if you'd like something different. You're stunned and the ground beneath your feet suddenly feels all too real. The long-haired man comes to face you, his speed inhuman as he soon stands before you. You're scared and you're confused but the night before comes back to you and the explanation is clear. This man had taken you and it doesn't seem as if it had been the first time he laid eyes on you.

As time goes by he stays at your side, quietly observing you as you go about your day in the confines of the home. You'll walk to one room only to turn around and find him relaxed in a different spot only a few feet away. You were never out of his sight. You began to become curious about his intentions, why he was acting so nice - albeit a bit creepy - after taking you away like this. "My parents attempted to make the perfect family through what most would deem as cruelty. It didn't work out in their favor. I thought I had turned out quite nicely but they did not think the same. The closest thing to perfection for them is my brother but even he is not right yet. They treated him far... kinder than me you could say. Perhaps if I treat you even better you will be good for me."

With no way to escape, having witnessed this man's own abilities the first day of your "stay," you adapted to the situation. Becoming docile yet not overly submissive. You were still you and it seemed he was content with your occasional minor defiance and own personal wants or needs. It seemed he only wanted your presence and something about that was far easier to accept. He doesn't force you to do anything but rather encourages your interests and even becomes curious about them himself. While he wasn't much one to talk in the beginning he became more comfortable in your presence. You both had to adjust to the other despite him being the one in control of the situation.

Being with him is a reassuring thing, the little gleam in his eyes as you show him something new or express your gratitude over something he does/brings you has your heart beating loudly in your chest. You had begun to care for him. You missed the world and the new adventures and life you used to live but there was no fighting to be done. You knew what the result would be. In the back of your mind you knew this was wrong and an inhumane thing to do to another person but he seemed so tender with you. You watched him grow into himself and what's wrong with making the best out of a bad situation?

[littobin]

sprung

genre: suggestive romantic stuff, with a tiny bit of angst

pairing: tattooist!moonbin x reader.

warnings: none ? just a minimal language, and kinda heavy making out... yeah

- summary: sanha, the well known skater, had an older brother. and maybe his best friend y/n was too in love to proper think.

a/n note: this is kinda long and emo, it's just my first time writing in this genre so hfjbfn sorry in advance. gender neutral, also for a special friend who encouraged me to post on her birthday. planning on do stuff for the other boys soon. :)

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[1:02AM]

putting a bit of effort into it you open your eyes, tired after waking up from what felt like a long nap.

your head still was unsettled, confused, looking around the place you found yourself at. by some point then you manage to recognize the living room and the nice sofa on which you were lying, such things from nothing less nothing more than the comfy, simple house of your best friend, sanha.

honestly no matter how much you tried to recall it on your mind, nothing reminded you of what could have happened for you to wake up there. despite how it was already one habit of yours to often visit this house where the tall, half black half blonde haired boy used to greet you in with his bubbly smile several times, and of course with his extra peculiar style, ripped pants, bandaids and chaotic printed t-shirts you always thought to be funny.

to be friends with a professional skater since high school days wasn't so bad, after all sanha was indeed one of a kind, such a mature and high spirited boy. he was such a nice goofball, always ready to talk about any topic, share taste on music or learn new things, the actual opposite of what people say about someone like him. sanha has always been an amazing friend, making you feel comfortable and your days a lot lighter every time you went to see him after dealing with responsibilities.

whether your short visits were to spend some time for both of you to help each other with things about studies or just when you missed spending time with him, you were already a common guest. for textbooks and notes purposes or for when it'd all turn into laughs, popcorn and your best friend's favorite games, or even in skate competitions he used to bring you with him at the square down street.

or else, when you'd also come to secretly see the black haired handsome man always on his casual clothes living there with your friend, who at the time he was home would stay sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes doing his works outside at the small desk near the garden, sometimes practicing sketches in his own room.

sanha introduced him as his older brother bin, who unlike him was a lover of all kinds of arts. whom you shouldn't pay so much attention to, but before your mind could go against it all of your thoughts were just as they ended up. constantly filled with him, with the need to see him everyday.

however now instead of going on trying to figure out any other possibilities to what could've brought you there, or even letting your thoughts wander over sanha's brother again, you hear calm footsteps approaching and immediately close your eyes, burying yourself on the sofa's recline. there you pretend to be still asleep, yet not understanding why your first reaction was like this, if it could be just your best friend.

for a few minutes the atmosphere remains monotonous, but soon enough turns tense as you feel someone come too close. two strong muscular arms embrace you carefully, bringing a sweet smell of shampoo you instantly could recognize so well. since the time when, in a game match with your best friend and his brother, both you and sanha attacked him with tickles for being the loser, as a form of punishment. you'd never forget it, for how it was your very first time hearing bin's boyish giggles, and touching his so silky, smooth hair, like a thin fabric tinted by the late night hues.

all of this together sent your heart pounding madly, already knowing who was there with you, especially when his jaw's downy skin brushes against your face for the proximity. at first he made a kind of awkward attempt to put you into his arms, in a position you could be carried comfortably. after one more try he gets to pick you up, and just when he easily manages to hold you firmly in bridal style, taking you off the couch like a light plush on his arms, nervousness started taking over you in silence as you couldn't assimilate where he planned to carry you to.

albeit a bit sudden at times and without much control of his own strength, except when you saw him drawing extremely detailed lines with his tattoo needle for customers at the studio he worked in, to where once sanha took you to bring him lunch, albeit he was too broad and intimidating, and his own homemade food didn’t always come out good for that little rough way of his no matter how hard he tried to do something thinking of you and sanha, albeit it all bin was always too gentle, too loving. it was so much whenever he'd open his mouth to talk with such sweetness and even a tiny bit of timidity to express his thoughts, even though how excellent he is with words, all of his little 'eh?'s when he'd be confused or cute neck scratches, you'd never believe he'd be a professional tattooist for years. he could normally work for all kinds of people, from madams to rockers, and do any type of drawings, from small daises to pretty complicated dragons and skulls. you'd have no clue of it if sanha didn't tell you, also about the fact bin always wanted to be a dancer, but because it was just the two of them and life tends to adapt itself according to necessities, he never thought about doing tattoos, yet casually came to work on it with time.

outside his job bin always took good care of his younger brother, though the troubles sanha would occasionally cause or how mischievous he could be even with him, and bin had to hit his head sometimes. all of his gestures were always docile, humble, treating you as if he was also a friend, and always being a real gentleman. not mentioning the countless times he had his crescent moons smile on up his eyes, just utterly enchanting.

all of this inevitably got you even more lovestruck, and your heart weak, no matter how hard you tried to muffle down those feelings. bin remained as the only man whose your mind and its daydreams for hours never grew tired of, the only one who gave new colors to your days. the more you knew him the more you were sure you couldn't be in any other way than hopelessly in love with him, too affected whenever he'd be around.

before you'd notice it you were thinking about this, about all you kept hidden inside for him. so you just settled yourself to forget what would be going on and let him believe you were really asleep, although in fact tension ran down your nape feeling his body's warmth, heat uncontrollably up your face while you leaned against his large chest.

after a few minutes of more footsteps sounds on stairs and doors opening through he carried you, bin stops at a certain point, slowly placing you carefully over another soft material, which you deduced to be of a bed.

you held yourself static, thinking he'd soon leave you there to rest and go, as you figured out sanha's brother probably would do so by his cordiality. nevertheless almost all at once you were simply taken aback when the male leaned on the bed, and slowly on top of you. his elbows and one knee supported him over, in such a way that made you too weak under his figure covering yours up, as if he was like a huge brown bear in charge. shivers hardened your shoulders, as you feel a heavier breath against your face.

"i know you're awake." he says softly, yet his characteristic boyish voice sounding way huskier than normally. you instantly open your eyes in disbelief over what you've heard, and just so your cheeks turns crimson, realizing how both of you were just few centimeters apart. his stunning almond eyes sparkled brightly into the room, dark and hooded while staring deeply at you. every one of his features on his manly face were lined on a serious expression, seeming concentrated, but almost fatal.

"bin.." all you could do was just mutter his name sheepishly over embarrassment, only to get a sigh from him in response. "shh..." his index finger lightly touches your mouth, tracing its tip to the corner of your lips, your hands starting to sweat cold just by the small contact with his digits.

bin then suddenly towered over you, without removing his intense brown irises from yours and rests his arms around your face, so his long fingers would now caress your hair. solely in this move his body quickly cornered you on the bed by his height. butterfly swarms rush into your stomach, as for a few minutes both of you kept quiet, staring intently at each other.

you swallowed hard. any trivial action like breathing now seemed dull, with him there so close to you as never. bin was like the definition of being drop dead gorgeous, every detail, every fiber of him exuded beauty, to almost seem unreal. through these few seconds watching him you couldn't keep your eyes from wandering, over each one of them. his thin, dainty rosy lips, which looked a little swollen, begging for another one's touches. black hair strands resembling the universe's dark matter hovering messy on his slightly sweaty forehead, and over his expressive frowned eyebrows. soft, milky skin which became a little more flushed as he stared at you, thick neck exposed by his t-shirt colar, wide shoulders covered by his cardigan tucked on his elbows.

oh everything about him was, so breathtaking.

although you couldn't understand why he was doing this, for how in your head you wondered why such an attractive man like him, who anyone would want to have, was there looking this way at someone so simple, still you couldn't hold back such things he made you feel. too many things screaming for you to let them out. and it was just the same for him.

"you know what.. damn it.." you heard bin break down the silence with a shaky whisper, and before you'd realize or question anything he placed your noses together in a soft brush and collided your lips with his eagerly, both of you sighing in the contact.

fear still was the main emotion taking over you, even though you closed your eyes right away and gave in to him, millions of beautiful sensations coursing through your veins at once. you simply didn't have any idea on how to act, what you should do in the first place all because of the frozen state his attitude caused, something you'd hardly come up with in your dreams by how far out of your reach you thought it'd be. however now you just put everything aside, gradually melting away with your knees getting weaker, as you felt bin kissing you in an irresistibly slow, delicate way.

not even through any of your deductions with yourself you'd imagine these little things which had your heart to almost explode now, that his nose would be so soft, and his lips would taste so sweet, velvety in their texture extremely hot and moist, pressing and moving gently as if they were massaging yours. easily you were found anesthetized, like one who reaches the ninth cloud. when they started to move more, just a bit hungrier between small sucks created by him and nibblings on your lower lip, you began to gradually further correspond them into the kiss, wherein he lets out quiet sounds, his pulsations so out of control and his cheeks burning red just as, or perhaps even more than you.

bin was still trying to not lose his composure. still trying to keep the feelings he had hidden for you from being all poured out at once, like a waterfall.

since the first time when sanha introduced you to him as his best friend, after he came home from a rough day at work. since then when you smiled saying your name and he could sense flowers blooming all over his chest, stealing the air on top of his lungs. to every time you locked eyes for too long or your hands accidentally touched his when you'd volunteer to help him in the kitchen. every little conversation, every time you patted his shoulders to encourage him when his brother would as well, never looking intimidated, like most people he knew.

he didn't want to show each drop of his honesty so fast in case you wouldn't flinch, but it was too hard when he had you there kissing him back, only the two of you in this moment, feeling you not repress him but otherwise, just wanting his touches as much as he's been longing for yours. he couldn't help but lose his mind more and more into each of your small actions. your hands timidly plugged on his waist, almost embracing it while his warm, long fingers intertwined with your hair strands, that somes mixed a little in his bangs, or your leg unconsciously poking his. in a way that without noticing bin tightened his arms more around you as well as the pressure of his chest, looking for more and more closure to you.

it didn't take long until the male would part his lips like a bud's petals, and so you shudder with his hot tongue there rubbing your lower lip, asking for entrance. you just give in not even being able to think through all the flustering this new sensation sent on you, and bin slowly deepened the kiss, making it fulfilled by all the so suffocated attachment you had for each other.

little by little his tongue slides in intertwining with yours, as the first thing hitting you was the fresh flavor of his chocolate mint cereal bar, which you were used to always see on bin's hands or pockets, and it just added an even better feeling through you explored his mouth. plenty more touches come up between the two of you so that the male, after staying still in the same position for a little while, suddenly slides one of his arms down. his huge veiny hand grips firmly and gives light squeezes on your side what caused you to jump a few times, running it down in a path of pure shivers to your hips, until he catches your hand still on his waist and without any previous warning pulls it in, under his shirt.

air immediately hitched on your throat out of shock, but bin was immersed, focused on only feeling you more. in the intervals his tongue's tip traced your mouth tilting his head for access, and when he brought it back so he'd press and gently suck your lips with his, the male kept the pace guiding your hand on his large back. slowly he also brought it down to the point of his firm, built up abdomen, which caused chills on himself, and moved your palm to make contact with the warmth of his absurdly soft, fragile bare skin inside the fabric. uncontrollable pulsations took over you the moment you get access to this new touch, your head in a fog of only bin.

this one was indeed a little different from the docile person you knew, with his contagious smile behind gloves and a tattoo needle you were so used to see. instead bin showed to be such an intense man, and why not say sexy, full of alluring gestures you didn't know how to handle, solemnly irresistible. over an impulse you make up a little of courage and start moving your hands by yourself, caressing and feeling his muscles, that have always been apparent on his manly athletic body, as each of his proportions under the shirt.

"god.." he suddenly said under his breath in a way sounding too sensual from his gracious, still husky voice among the kiss, melting completely in sensitivity and a cardiac mess because of you. bin then pressed a few more pecks a few more times on your lips, not wanting to pull away but doing so already for running out of air, through both of you parted trying to catch it.

yet you fail miserably, as soon as you see your best friend's brother face, completely flushed and breathless. his coffee colored eyes dripped fondness and loads of tiny stars all together, eyebrows pressed in such a lovely, affectionate expression you swore you never saw anything so endearing in your life. if it wasn't for another beat skipping your chest when you noticed a small amount of saliva, that you could clearly define as traces of the wonderful kiss of a few seconds ago, in the corner of his mouth.

as soon as he notices your widened eyes, bin's face changes and he cleans it by licking his lips seductively, as if he knew how much it affected you. the cardigan he wore falls from over his shoulders and he removes the cloth piece, dropping it on the floor. a small smile sprouted on his captivating features when he looks over at you watching him, as he lowered himself to your neck, putting his lips near your ear.

"keep going.." bin closed his eyelids, feeling the characteristic and comforting smell of fabric softener on your clothes. this smell which he always had on his memories from that day he shyly hugged you on your birthday, that now made him ask sweetly into whispers for your hands on him again, pressing more of his fine body and chest against yours.

his hips suddenly rolled down in a slow move, stimulating waves of electricity and adrenaline onto your stomach, your state now broke into sighs. you squeezed his waist slightly and involuntarily, moved by your latent feelings as he nuzzled against your neck, like a fluffy cat purring. bin was panting still heavily, sending incessant shivers down your spine.

"bin... you.. you're too much.." losing any lasting control over yourself you buried your face deeply on his shoulder and grabbed his huge biceps, letting out any first thing that would come out of your mind.

he smiled against your skin with a muffled chuckle, light and content for how cute you sounded to him, what got you even weaker as well as over the moisturizer perfume on his exposed collarbones by his shirt, before you went to fulfill his request. soon enough your palms were all over his muscular back once more, massaging them in up and down movements. bin took time to appreciate the feeling of having you into his arms, touching your hair, your nape, your lower back, or your cheeks where he decided to put gentle, tender kisses, that got you forgetting even more about the destination of your fingers under his shirt.

they ran all over his torso, sides, down to his beautiful abdomen once again to trace trembling patterns with your fingers under his stomach, running them up to reach the area of ​​his chest, where you accidentally touch one of his nipples. bin stopped when he felt the stimulus, letting what sounded like a frustrated moan resonate in response, and you move your hands right away. yet you didn't expect him to feel so flustered to the point of, having his weight against you, to this time start distributing wet kisses, full of desire onto your neck and jaw.

in the middle of them bin took pauses where he sucked some of your skin to mark it slightly, or moistened each sensitive spot he left with the way too warm texture of his tongue. his hands also return to be entirely over you, one putting stronger, breath taking grips and squeezes on one side of yours as the other entered under the hem of your sweatshirt, his thumb touching your belly's area. each thing he did left you helplessly more and more of a mess for him, while his hips gave another roll once again in an enticing motion, causing you to feel an inevitable friction you tried to ignore but his moves only made it harder and harder, between his thighs wrapped tight by his jeans and yours pressed in the middle of his from jumping so much with his touches.

"sanha, saw you fell asleep, and asked me to take you to a room.. i went to see you and heard, you mutter my name.. saying that you wanted to have me..." for a moment, your eyes widen in realize, and finally you get how you were there.

your mind gets back remembering how sleepy you were before you'd come to see sanha, something which was again the result of another pulled night thinking about life, studies, and about bin constantly, about how incredible would it be if you had the courage to confess to him. but before you could even die of embarrassment for letting your dreams go too high right at your bestfriend's house, right next to him, bin slowly brings another trail of his warm kisses up your neck, eliciting quiet whimpers from you this time, especially when he stroked your waist skin inside your sweatshirt and reached for your earlobe, instantly capturing it in his mouth to suck on the small cartilage.

"do it now.. do whatever you want." you heard him confess with a bit of difficulty on his tone, for the much any response from you for now would mean to him. therefore he stopped, pulling away as he looked at you with sad traces, insecure.

bin needed to know about you, to get a reassurance from you, one more time of you expressing fully whether you were in love with him as much as he was with you to let yourself stay with him more, or if not, as hard as it could be he'd stop there, despite how reciprocal everything was from your side. he didn't want just a make out with you.

uncertainties still bothered him inside, through several sleepless nights spent on his room's desk among all his draft drawings and work notes, but thinking of the stupid, probably one sided attachment he developed for you, growing everyday because of how regularly he could see you. way too quickly you stole a space on his heart, bigger than the passion for art and colorful designs his job gave him. even when his needle did its work putting on pigment, when he found himself alone before a customer would come, he often wondered about what you'd feel, if you saw him only as your best friend's brother, if it'd be too risky to try and tell you what he felt.

there wasn’t one moment in 24 hours all of this didn't cross bin’s mind for once as the days went by, but he was too afraid of being rejected, to the point of thinking his brother could have much more chances with you. though he left all these things aside when he finally heard you demonstrating something for him as simple as saying his name on your sleep was, losing it all while he held you on his arms.

and so you knew you had to get all that fuss of feelings off your chest at once before the chance slipped from your hands. before you had no option but to go back to your routine of sinking in sighs about what could have been, wanting to be in his arms for a day, when you wanted it to be always.

taking a second to comprehend his eyes you raised your arms around the middle of his back to caringly engulf him on them. it caused bin to unhesitatingly lower himself again, resting his chin on your shoulder and hold onto your lower back, his heart rushing loudly, unsure by your action.

"i want what you want, love.." you confessed as well, still feverish for his previous caresses. then you just rested your face on his shoulder, and with all the sincerity within your heart you tightened your arms in a hug, trying to show your intention of making him feel exactly this, your simple embrace.

love.

as he heard you clearly when you hugged him, the moment you loosened the grip bin pulled his body a little away to look at you again. his serene, loving eyes flickered until they were deeply on yours, oceans overflowing with hope and anticipation into them. "did you say.. love?"

"yes, i.. always wanted to call you like that. can i?" your knees flutter with your own question, just by the idea of ​​being able to call him as something that in so long would describe him so well for you.

bin, however, sighed till the bottom of his lungs, both now filled as everything within into a magical warmth, through every inch of his longing feelings were complete over his exhale. he wondered if he was dreaming, if this was finally the pure and graceful joy of touching clouds, or the lightness of blowing dandelions to the wind, of knowing that you felt the same, despite how he still couldn't believe it at all.

"you're so cute, i adore you so much y/n. if you say it like that, i'll be addicted to you.." the male's palm comes back to find itself cupping your cheeks, as his fingertips against your ear. once again you watch his fascinating gaze and face too close to yours, his irises, his lips to his shoulders, as if it turned into a new habit which would give you life. his voice sounds honeyed, like a blanket on winter, yet intimate, breathy.

almost as an immediate response you blinked repeatedly at the main three words on his first sentence, as of it didn't take long until you blushed violently trying to proccess everything, surprising bin while you placed your wrists at your nose's level to hide your face. you were now too caught up on a mixture of inexplicable waves of euphoria and emotions hitting you, too overwhelmed at all of these extremely heartfluttering things he just said so naturally. god, indeed he was too much to handle, but he still was your favorite.

"don't do this, fool! i adore you too.. a lot.." with your wrists still there your embarrassed expression only increase as you let out, but soon you moved them aside when the sound of his soothing laugh echoed into your ears. "wow.. i guess i'm the happiest fool now."

bin was smiling widely, grinning, perhaps in the most angelic, genuine way among all the days you've seen him do through routine. the crescent moons forming his beaming eyes harmonized as his lashes half closed with the curves on his lips up, giving room for two light dimples, forehead aligned with yours, emotions all over that you still couldn't read, as of relief and affection at the same time on his details. to hear him laughing in a tender and so spontaneous tone, his body seeming relaxed, comfortable, and to be a part of it almost like watching stars at midnight, all of this also made you smile along with him.

without being able to express too many feelings at once or what you'd like to say to him now you simply place your fingers against his face, the small, gelid earring on his ear, touching his bangs between them dearly, as if he'd be made of crystalline glass. another silence raised as you both kept looking at each other, like the night stopped passing around you, until bin draws another small smile and breaks the short distance again.

you took a deep breath, grabbing a certain spot on his shirt when you feel all the coziness of his thin lips pressing more kisses on different points of your face all slowly. on the area next to your nose where he placed the most of them, or on your mouth as he initiated another sweet, luscious round of lips on lips, pulling you closer and closer by your lower back, which seemed to be his best choice for a comfort zone.

but it doesn't take long for his attention to turn back to your neck, stopping to scan and softly trace his thumb on the small crimson hickeys he left there.

"some of them, look like tattoos... sorry, i.." bin whispered, trying to explain himself somehow embarrassed, but gets interrupted by you taking the initiative to hold on his back and get closer.

there you bury your face on his neck and kiss him gently, under his jaw to the beginning of his collarbones, as of every inch of his velvety skin flushed hot and sensitive in goosebumps where you explored. still being a bit taken aback bin shut his lashes and rested his cheeks now tinted in shades of pinkish hues against yours, disarmed by your suddenness. the more he felt your timid lips going so intimate on him, the more unrestrained beats and pantings had the best of him at that moment, bin no longer being able to maintain the same calm. you always had that power to leave him like that, definitely. the only one who ever did.

"there's something i always wanted.. but first tell me, if you want me by your side." one of his thick arms hug your waist, a barely audible moan escaping through he said out without thinking at all, just letting himself upon your guidance, locked on your touches.

the moment you proccess bin's words and what they'd mean your fingers slip from curling the silky strands at his nape, also leaving the curve of his shoulder where you planted more confident kisses, as if by magic your heart was sent on another unbalanced marathon. did he really ask it?

"of course.. of course i do." you answered his doubt with your whole chest, and it was all he ever waited to have you saying.

bin didn't know what exactly made him feel so lost on everything about you, wishing to stick to your side more and more. but he knew it was such a thing way too heavenly for him to not want to dive deep in. one drink, or a way too pure cup of water on thirsty times he'd last there appreciating till the last drop, a room wherein he'd feel better than in any other, or even a necklace he'd carry on himself everyday, a permanent tattoo.

any way it all should be, he wouldn't care. as of the moment he heard you a smile flourished across the corners of his lips again, and in a matter of minutes he held your sides pulling you with him as he sat back among the sheets, placing you onto him all too fastly and strongly in a way you had to look for support by putting your trembling palms on his chest.

you were left once more in a loss of words, swallowing hard over another wave of butterflies when you found yourself held sitting on his lap and facing him, through he gave you such a dangerously charming, sexy smirk, gaze so intense it almost knocked you dizzy like you never thought to be. yet less even would you imagine he'd strip off his t-shirt right in front of your eyes, and reveal his toned, absolutely perfect torso, all of his muscles there totally exposed from collarbones to his lower abdomen, where a black butterfly spreading its wings showed up printed on his skin at his side. bin just let your shocked eyes hover on the sight of his whole sculptural half naked body, before he'd glue your foreheads and squeeze your sides excitedly, also giving attention to your right thigh caressing and gripping it with his other hand through he adjusted you on his lap.

"everything i want is us, y/n..."

he couldn't wait to throw aside his stupid composure with you.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Family Matters (Zelda Spellman x Reader) - Part 29

Synopsis: You have not been having a fun time with Bella

Words: 1282

Warnings: torture I guess, biting, blood drinking, a little gore

AN: I finally have my laptop back and I can’t tell you how relieved I am. Boy it’s nice to not be using a really old, incredibly slow, dodgy internet connection family computer that everyone in the family hates. Anyway, let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters!

Lying on the bed should have been a luxury for you. It had been so long since you were given the opportunity to do nothing but lounge in bed all day. You were dressed in a beautiful gown that cost more than your entire wardrobe put together. It should have been perfect.

Except there was a cuff on your ankle chaining you to the bed.

The skin underneath the metal band was red raw, the wound still seeping. It was a constant stinging, keeping you awake long into the night. You couldn’t move further than five feet away from the end of the bed. You been trapped there for the last week but unable to do anything. Your raw, bruised flesh was testament to your attempts to pull free from the shackle.

Every day Bella would come in, changing you, bathing you, treating you like the pet she saw you as. She’d murmur to you, continually asking you to reassure her about her ability to take care of you. Every night she’d come in, feeding from you, leaving you weak in the middle of the bed, blood still wet on your skin. Any fear that had once existed in you had seeped away as the hours had ticked by.

You were certain Zelda wasn’t coming for you, that this was your life from now on. Zelda might think that you had agreed to go with Bella, that this is what you’d wanted and had been lying to her ever since you’d been released from the pit. The thought sent an ache through your heart, a constant reminder of the the way your decisions had led to your own heartbreak.

Bella had not mentioned your family once. She didn’t have to anymore, not with you chained up in her clutches. There was no possibility of you doing anything to go against her. She was completely safe with you now, keeping you weak and docile.

And in her defence, other than the blood drinking and the shackle, she was keeping you well looked after. But even a gilded cage was still a cage.

You turned your head, listening to a noise outside the door. You assumed it was Bella, coming for her nightly feed. You pushed yourself up on shaky arms, wondering if she would stay long enough to tell you about her day. She’d done that a couple of times, complaining about the noises from the neighbouring house. Not that it was close enough for you to hear.

You curled up, wrapping your arms around your knees. You sat in the middle of the bed, your head turned towards the door, waiting for the vampire you’d once loved so desperately to enter the room. You were finding it hard to keep your eyes open.

A loud bang startled you, your eyes snapping open. You crawled to the edge of the bed, straining your ears for some other sound. Another bang and a screech sounded from bellow. You looked down at the floorboards, imagining you could see through to the floor below. In all your time in the house you had never heard a single sound as loud as what was now filtering up towards you.

The house fell silent. You waited a few moments, wondering if something more would come. When nothing did you climbed back on the bed, lying down to stare up at the ceiling. Your eyes slipped closed, tiredness taking over your body. The lethargy that had overtaken you since arriving at the house was too much for you to fight at this time.

The bedroom door slammed open. You turned your head on your pillow, blinking your eyes open. Bella must have taken too much blood last time she fed as you must have been hallucinating. A fallen angel was standing in the doorway, staring down at you with fire in her eyes and in her hands.

“Oh Luna.”

You smiled to yourself. The flames flickered out and a warm hand gently cupped your cheek, turning your face to look up into the blue eyes of the woman standing over you. Her thumb stroked over your cheekbone.

“What has she done to you?”

Her voice was soft but the pain was dripping from each word. You scrunched up your face. That wasn’t right. Your angel wasn’t meant to in pain. She was meant to be happy and safe and not in that room with you.

“Zelda?”

“I’m here my sweet girl.”

She disappeared from your sight, her hand slipping from your face. You sat up, trying to follow her movements. Everything felt fuzzy, the way it did in a dream. You couldn’t get your thoughts in order. Only one thing made sense.

“Bella,” you breathed.

“She is currently being kept occupied by my sister and troublesome niece,” she said, “do not worry. She will never lay a hand on you again.”

She tugged on the chain keeping you tied to the bed. You groaned, the rub of the metal cuff on your skin sending sharp pain up your leg. You grabbed her wrist, stilling her movements. She looked at you, the line between her eyes appearing. You reached up with one hand, your thumb smoothing it.

“Hurts,” you mumbled.

“I know,” she said, “but we have to get you free.”

Loud footsteps sounded on the stairs. You jerked away, looking at the doorway. She turned too, stilling, focusing on the sounds from below. A familiar figure appeared in the doorway.

“Ambrose, get these chains off her,” she snapped.

Ambrose approached, wary and limping. He grabbed the chain, tugging your foot towards him for a better look. You whimpered, feeling tears spring to your eyes. He murmured to himself as he bent over your ankle. Zelda took your chin in hand, pulling your head up to look at her.

“I need you to keep being brave for me, Luna. Just a few more minutes.”

You felt the metal fall away from your ankle. You let out a long breath, a single tear falling down your cheek. You shuffled to the edge of the bed, placing your feet on the floor. Zelda looped her arm around your waist.

“Can you walk?”

You nodded. You took a step forward, your ankle collapsing under you. You cried out, falling forward. Zelda caught you before you could face plant. Her grip tightened on you.

“Ambrose, help me here.”

Another arm wrapped around your waist. You got your feet underneath you again. The pain was rocketing up your leg from the wound on your ankle. You whimpered but took a hesitant step forward anyway. With both Spellmans supporting you you managed to stay on your feet.

“Auntie, this is going to take too long,” Ambrose said.

“You’re right. We need to get out of here now,” she said.

You felt yourself hoisted up into a pair of strong arms. You wrapped your arms around Ambrose’s neck, letting him carry you out of the room. The hallway was dark and you were surprised either of the Spellmans could see where they were going.

An animal howl sounded from downstairs. You buried your face in Ambrose’s shoulder, breathing in the comforting scent of old books and ink. His arms tightened around you.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured.

You kept your eyes squeezed shut as he rushed down the stairs. The cold fresh air that hit you told you that he’d left the house. You looked up, finding yourself surrounded by trees. Ambrose kept walking, not stopping for a moment, even as you noticed no other Spellman join him in the empty garden.

“Let’s get you home,” he said.

You didn’t have the strength to fight any longer.

Tags: @theenglishwizard @eyesofanangeltongueofadevil @hallospaceboyy @alexusonfire @justkeepbreathingnow @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @r0sethehat @praisezeldaspellman @escapetodreamworld @panicnymph @anxiousgoldengirl @theprassebox @witchessticktogether @vintageolives @plooffairy @whostoknow @spicyrice20 @fallenangelmuse @step-intoyour-power @basicwitchtm @lovelyleafylesbian @saucy-sapphic @zeldasnackman

[shoujolover-666]

Bloody Promise

Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19838506

Summary:

A new Pureblood Vampire joins the Night Class.

Fandoms: HypMic and Vampire Knight

The moonlight shone through the window of the building, illuminating the classroom that was full of people. Each of them wore a white uniform, each of them beautiful in their own way. Whispers filled the silence of the room, the atmosphere was restless. In the front row, away from all the gossip, sat a man with shoulder long, brown hair and red-brown eyes. A book was in his hand, his demeanor and the air around him calm like the night itself. At the seat beside of him sat a man whose hair was blond and whose eyes had the intensity of emeralds, a worried gaze adorning his face.

“What’s wrong, Takuma?”

His silky voice echoed through the room, stopping everyone else from talking. Eyes were pointed at him, giving the man their full attention. The brunette wasn’t disturbed though, being used to it since he could think for himself. He put his book down, turning his head to the man, who took a look at the clock.

“Another Pureblood Vampire is supposed to join our class. Do you know, when he is going to arrive, Kaname?”

That was the reason for the uneasiness the vampires had. A Pureblood was rare, strong, the kings and queens in their world. They were the ones supposed to rule and lead them. Kaname was their leader, so what would happen, if another one joined them? Would they create chaos and try to overthrow their king? Or would they be docile and collected, trying to stay as undetectes as possible? Many of the noble vampires were curious. What kind of personality would they have? Before Kaname was able to answer his friends question, the door of the classroom was pushed open with a bang. A flash of pink entered the room, their minty coloured eyes gleaming with a spark of mischief as he strode over to the table of the dark haired vampire, taking a seat on it and leaning down to get on his level. His legs were swinging back and forth, a lollipop stuck between his lips that sported a grin. He took the candy out of his mouth and grabbed the others chin with his free hand, tilting his head so he could take a better look.

“How pretty. I may or may not ask you to be my model in the future~.”

A second later, the pinkette stood in front of the class, flashing a bright smile at the other vampires. Their eyes turned red for treating their leader with that much disrespect. Any lesser man would be intimidated by that sight, but the newcomer was completely unaffected.

“My name is Amemura Ramuda, designer and Pureblood extraordinaire~.”

His voice was sweet, sugary, almost dripping like honey. It was almost sickly sweet, underlining his cute and childlike appearance. If there wasn’t the pure power that radiated of him, nothing would have indicated, that he was just as powerful as their king. The whole room was quiet, most of them not sure, how to interact with a person like him. Even Hanabusa and Takuma weren’t that quirky, and they were already quite difficult to handle from time to time.

“Amemura-Kun, is that you?”

A surprised tone came from the direction of the door. Two vampires stood there. One was a slender girl with straight, orange hair that were tied in two pigtails and big, cerulean coloured eyes. The other was a boy with pale skin, mahogany coloured hair and his eyes had a blue tinted hue. Both of them seem to know the pinkette, something that surprised the people who already were in the classroom before they came.

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His grin turned wider as he stormed over to them, knocking both of them to the ground with a hug.

Who would have thought that both of his favourite models would be his classmates? Both of the aristocrats were people, who he worked with in the past. They were a delight to work with, none of them bitching around about not wanting to wear certain pieces of clothes and acting like real professionals. In return, both of them seemed to like his designs, for they liked to request buying clothes from his collection, especially the girl, Rima Touya.

“It’s none other than me, the one who is beloved by all, ‘easy r’ at your service~. I missed the both of you, when are you going to work with me again, Rima-Chan? Senri-Chan?”

He was better known by his stage name. Some of the people in the room seemed to recognize him now, for excited murmur was heard through the room. It seemed like his designs were even more popular than he first thought. Others were wondering, how the both of them didn’t seem to know, that someone they worked with were about to join their class.

“Whenever our manager gives us the next job.”

Senris voice was as calm as ever, the other seemed like as if he was about to fall asleep any moment now. The sound of a loud clap resounded through the room before they could continue their talk. Kaname was standing, his aura authoritative as he looked at the Pureblood Vampire, his smile composed but cool.

“We all should calm down and take a seat. Yagari-Sensei is here, and he seems to have a colleague with him.”

At the teachers desk stood two men, both of them silent until everyone else stopped talking.

Yagari was the one with long, wavy, jet-black hair and a blue eyes. He was tall, wore a cowboy hat and a black coat, his hands were covered by black gloves.

The other man was just as tall, his lavender coloured hair straight and flowing down his back while his eyes gleamed blue. A white laboratory coat was his choice of clothes, and he was also wearing gloves, his colour of choice was white.

“Who would have thought, that we would see each other again like that, Jinguji Jakurai?”

Ramudas deep voice rang through the room, he was almost growling, surprising everyone except the one whose name was Jakurai. In an blink of an eye, the designer stood on the table, towering over the man who he was already more than acquainted with. Fingers grabbing his hair with a tight grip, a feral grin covering his lips. His lollipop cracked, crunched between his sharp teeth.

Oh how ironic it was to see the man again at this kind of place.

The human wasn’t concerned though, not at all.

Instead of cowering in fear, the man looked at him with calm eyes. This calmness, this composure… oh how he wanted to ram his teeth into his neck, rip it apart, gulp down his blood and make him his slave, his pet. His own, little Level E vampire. Make him beg to drink from him, to save him from the insanity that consumed the mind of every single End Level Vampire one day.

Before he was able to let his instincts go wild, the sound of a cocked pistol stopped him from doing so. It seemed like the Hunter was not happy with that situation.

“Take your hands off him, Pureblood.”

His finger slightly loosened, and the grin that resembled that of a carnivore disappeared of his face. What was left was a cheerful smile as the other jumped from the desk with a flourish.

“How mean, I just wanted to play a little~.”

He sounded cheerful, his voice high and sweet again. There was no trace left of the violent urge he had just a second ago. Ramuda felt that all eyes were on him, everyone of them curious, wanting to know what kind of past the two of them had. Even Kuran seemed to be interested in their relationship. Maybe it reminded him of someone else?

Not that it really mattered to the pinkette. By now, he was sitting at a free seat, supporting his head on his head. Everyone else slowly started to get to their own seats when they noticed, that the situation won’t escalate any further with the hunter in the room.

“Amemura-San already told you my name, so there is no need to repeat it. I am going to be your Biology and Science teacher in the future. Hopefully, we will get along nicely. If you have any questions to anything, please feel free to ask me.”

Oh how the other dared, not to look at him. To not give him the attention he deserved. To ignore what happened between them. He gritted his teeth for a second, before he put on his mask again. Jakurai will regret it, he would make sure of that.

His eyes wandered over to Kuran, who looked at him with a warning glance. That look made him giggle and he winked at him, it was cute to see how the ‘King’ tried to chide him.

How amusing.

Too bad that he was a ‘King’ himself.

A ‘King’, who had his eyes set on his prey.

If the other dared to get in his way, he wouldn’t mind ruining the plans he had for that human girl, who he seemed to cherish so much. It wasn’t a secret, that Yuki Cross was dear to him. Anyone who bothered to research for one minute would know that much. She was your typical naive human girl who thought, that humans and vampires could live together peacefully.

Someone, who had no appeal in his eyes whatsoever, but he didn’t mind playing with her if it meant to get back at the brunette vampire.

He giggled silently behind his hand, ignoring the stares he got for that action.

His attention was was caught by the teachers deep, smooth voice as he started class. Jakurais long, thin fingers glided over the pages, his look concentrated as he spoke about genetics or something like that.

Ramuda watched every single move the other made, his view locked on the tall mans face.

How pretty would he look underneath him, silken lips red from being bitten raw, tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. Hair fanned out, inviting him to pull on it.

The pinkette licked his lips, looking forward to unravel the former doctor completely and make him lose himself.

His obsession was deep, and his love dark. A vampires ‘affection’ came with a cost, and Jinguji Jakurai was a victim of it.

A victim who had no say on whether he wants to be loved like this or not.

This would be his own bloody promise to him.

[otomeshistarlight-blog]

for the headcanon meme.... can I get uhhhhhhhh one of each for my boy Shoji pls...... and thenk u i love you mwah

Yaaaas! Give that boy the love he deserves! 

1. Sleep: Shoji is a defensive sleeper who prefers to lie on his side with his arms curled in front of him, i.e, the fetal position! People who sleep in this position are described as having a tough exterior, but on the inside they are very shy and sensitive which, imo, is a perfect description for this good boy. He seems like the type who would prefer to sleep alone but in reality he’d love to have someone to cuddle with and be the little spoon to his big spoon! And the best part? You wouldn’t even need blankets in the summer because his big strong arms will keep you more than warm enough inside their protective cocoon! Not much of a snorer but he does have nightmares fairly often, however they’re rarely bad enough to do much more than make him toss and turn the entire night so that might be the biggest drawback with sleeping together. That being said, having a loving partner who he trusts and can cling to during these dreams would probably help alleviate the issue almost entirely.

2. Sad: Shoji’s nightmares are partially due to being bullied and mistreated as a child. Even for people with ‘mutant’ type quirks, his is particularly alarming in appearance, especially to small children. This is why he wears the mask to cover the lower half of his face because he really doesn’t want to scare anyone OR be treated like some kind of monster for the way he looks. He isn’t necessarily insecure about it, he accepts that this is who he is and at least one of his parents probably looks similar, but he is aware that he doesn’t exactly fit the description of what most people would consider attractive. Or even normal, for that matter. I imagine he was probably told quite often that he could never be a hero looking the way he does. Any girl that approached him would be met with initial distrust but if you can prove that you truly harbor romantic feelings for him then he will eagerly welcome you into his life. A real Beauty and the Beast scenario. 

3. Happy: Shoji has a soft spot for animals, especially the small, defenseless ones that could really use his help. He’s seen his fair share of orphaned kittens and puppies but he’s also taken in baby rabbits, at least one raccoon, a laundry list of hatchlings and a suspiciously bear-like creature that he insisted was just a dog with a bad hair cut for an entire week. It’s almost like a personal fault at this point because he just can’t stop himself when he stumbles upon a creature that can’t take care of itself and he’ll go to any lengths necessary to give them a fighting chance. Caring for these animals really gives Shoji a sense of accomplishment and it makes him so happy to help others that it was actually what inspired him to pursue a hero career even though everyone told him he wasn’t fit for the job. He wants to prove them all wrong!

4. Angry/Violent: Shoji is not a man with a short temper and, in fact, his patience actually borders on being saint-like. However, he is still human and he has his limits just like everyone else. I think the thing that would make him snap the fastest is someone targeting his loved ones. So if you two were in a relationship and someone decided to, oh. I don’t know. Kidnap you. They’d better be very, very good at hiding because Shoji will absolutely deliver a smackdown the likes of which have never before been seen as soon as he finds them. This goes for his entire family and his circle of close friends. Something else I don’t think he’d let slide is maliciously two-faced behavior. He seems like the kind of person that values honesty above all else and any kind of backstabbing behavior would set him off. For being as docile as he is, Shoji can actually be quite destructive when he finally loses his shit so its probably best to steer clear when this happens. 

5. Sex: Shoji is a sensitive boy who truly cares about his partner and their needs. His default speed is slow and steady with a truly tantalizing emphasis on technique over raw size - though he’s certainly not lacking in that department, imo. He enjoys being able to take his time and not only explore your body but also make sure that you’re getting just as much out of it as he is. However, if you would prefer him to speed things up, he’d be happy to oblige. What it boils down to is that he wants you to have a good time and he’d be willing to try just about anything but hard limits would include: any kind of blood or weapon play, as he does not want to even think about hurting you like that, public or semi public sex, for a few different reasons, and probably threesomes just because I see him being the sort who values loyalty over the thrill of something. He doesn’t want to share you and if you want to share him then that might be a problem.

6. Living Quarters: Shoji is a tidy boy who keeps his areas clean and organized. The messiest you’ll ever see his room is when he’s taking care of an injured/orphaned animal because things can become quite messy when you’ve got five screaming kittens demanding to be fed every two to three hours but even then, there is a method to the chaos. He isn’t one who’d need to rush around picking up dirty clothes off the floor and stuffing AV’s under his mattress before you come to visit but he’d definitely go the extra mile and give the place a once over just to make sure you felt completely welcomed. 

7.Romantic: Shoji may not have a ton of experience in this department but he has strong feelings about how his significant other should be treated. He will go out of his way to do things for you, such as helping you carry stuff (even if its not particularly heavy) or reaching tall places that would be difficult for you to get to, and he’s also quite the fan of giving you little gifts. They may not always be the most extravagant or even romantic by normal standards but when he brings you a freshly picked wildflower, you’d better damn well believe that he spent at least twenty minutes carefully picking out the one he thought would suit you best. He’s not entirely comfortable with public displays of affection as he gets flustered and self conscious when others are watching, but he absolutely loves holding your hand. His favorite thing is standing in line at a the movie theater or waiting for your food to come up at an in-and-out place and inconspicuously curling his big hand around yours. And the best part? He’s got six to choose from, so you two could hold hands all day every day! 

8. Family & Friendship: Shoji is very protective of both his friends and family and he would sacrifice himself to save any one of them in a heartbeat. I decided to make this one section, rather than two, because I think he’s the type who would consider his friends as extended family and would treat them as such. If they need something, he will drop almost anything to lend a hand. If they need an extra pair of capable arms (or three), he wouldn’t hesitate to offer his assistance even if the work in question was backbreaking. And like I said earlier, god have mercy on anyone who tries to harm the people in his life for he will rain down a hellfire of epic proportions on their very soul. If you’re dating Shoji, expect his protective nature to become even more apparent and while he certainly wont be overbearing about it (you might not even notice it right away) he would master the art of watching over you from the sidelines. A creep is eyeballing you from across the room? He steps in front of you to block the strangers view and squares his shoulders in silent threat. Someone is talking about you behind your back and he overhears? He’d clear his throat to get their attention and fix them with a look of warning. By no means would he overstep his boundaries and try to fight your fights for you, but his protective nature just wont let him ignore these kinds of situations.

9. Hobbies: Shoji strikes me as the sort who’d be more into relaxing hobbies that take his mind off the stress of the day to day rather than something like rock climbing that gets the blood pumping. So reading books and trying his hand at painting or even sculpting, perhaps some gardening and, surprisingly, I see him being into meditation practices such as yoga. I don’t think he’d openly admit it right off the bat, but something that helps balance his mind and spirit alike fits him really well in my opinion. He’s smart, caring and sensitive enough that this really shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone but he still guards this secret out of uncertainty about how it would be received by his peers.

10. Likes/Dislikes: Shoji likes animals, soft things, calm and quiet places, nice people he can rely on and trust, being active and simple pleasures in life such as good music. He dislikes any kind of suffering or misfortune, cruel people, being unable to help those in need and, incidentally, foods that are too sweet. 

11. Childhood: Shoji, like I said earlier, did not have a picture perfect childhood in my opinion. Even in a world dominated by quirks, it seems that the ones you could describe as being ‘mutant’ like, i.e, they change the physical appearance of the person to something decidedly not human, aren’t super common. And most of the quirks like this belong to villains which leads me to believe that even in this setting, theres still a societal lean towards ‘normal’, or what constitutes for it. The sludge villain? There was no way he could’ve ever been anything except a villain and he really got screwed by the genetic lottery. So, looking at Shoji’s appearance, I don’t think he was generally accepted with open arms. I imagine he went through a lot of the same bullying that Shinso did, where other kids told him he was tailor made to be a villain, but he took a much different route and didn’t let those feelings of distrust consume him or warp his view of the world. He knew he was better than that, so he strove to prove that everyone was wrong about him.

12. Old Age: Shoji, ideally, would like to find someone to love, spend the rest of his life with them, maybe have a few kids, save some animals along the way, and (hopefully) retire to a nice cottage in the countryside at some point. He hopes that by the time he’s reached old age, he will have managed to make the world just a little bit better of a place to live in. He doesn’t aim for the top of the hero ranking charts, he just wants to make a difference, and if he can do that much, then he will be able to die happy.

13. Cooking: Shoji isn’t much of a cook but he’s willing to try. I don’t imagine having six hands in the kitchen would be a bad thing but it would certainly help if he knew what to do with all of them. He doesn’t strike me as someone who would take to it right off the bat and instead would need some coaching to really get the hang of it. However once he decided to actually learn, absolutely nothing would keep him out of that kitchen. He’s a man of principal so if he says its time for him to take up the spatula then be prepared to find him slaving away over the stove at improbable hours of the night. He’d be fine toiling away on his own but it would make him really happy if you and him cooked together, as a team. 

14. Random: Shoji is a strong boy with plenty of muscles (and hands) to go around. As such, his favorite positions are the Elephant

Lace (just be mindful of his teeth)

And of course, the Seasaw

He loves the intimacy of these positions and they also allow him to make sure that you’re enjoying every minute of the act. Don’t be shocked if he’s got a hand tangled in your hair, one groping your breasts, one rubbing your clit and one teasing your ass while the last two hold you in position. He’s got an adventurous, naughty side for sure but his main focus will always be to drive you absolutely wild until you’re squirming against him in overstimulated desire before he even thinks about his own needs. A good boy. A service top by all means. If he’s comfortable enough to share his passion with you, then be prepared for one hell of a tantalizing experience thats going to keep you coming back for more.