#semi yandere (?)

[raiphoria]

Mine | Scaramouche |

Paimon clapped her hands together as her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Look, Traveler! We're almost to Liyue Harbor!" She exclaimed.

(Y/n) laughed nervously as a small smile appeared on his lips, glancing at his companion in amusement.

"Do you have any plans once we reach the harbor?" The (H/c)-haired male asked, already knowing the answer that the young female was going to be giving.

"Wanmin Restaurant, of course!! Ooh, Paimon can imagine it now!" Paimon squealed as her mouth watered at the smell she supposedly could sense.

(Y/n)'s eyes sparkled as he shook his head as he took a pouch of mora off of his hip.

"I'm not hungry, but... How about you get yourself something to eat?" He asked, raising a brow at the white-haired girl.

Paimon gave her companion a confused look as she took the pouch of mora into her hands. "Are you sure?" She questioned, worried.

(Y/n) gave a reassuring smile. "Yes, I'm sure. If you want to, you can get me something from there for later," he answered.

Paimon pouted lightly but made a sound of agreement. "Okay! Bye bye, Traveler!" She chirped before floating off in the direction of Wanmin Restaurant.

With a sigh of relief leaving the male's lips, he pulled out a commission that was given to him in secret by Katheryne.

"Thank the archons," (Y/n) whispered before reading the commission's information that he wanted to go over.

Furrowing his brows, a single name captured his attention throughout the whole ideal.

"The Fatui, huh?" The (H/c)-haired murmured with a muffled sound of disappointment escaping from his lips.

His (E/c) hues drifted to the side making sure that Paimon was nowhere near him, before departing in the direction of where the commission wanted him to start.

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"This should be the–" (Y/n) began but was cut off by a bullet being shot in his direction, which narrowly missed him.

(E/c) eyes widened in surprise before looking ahead, and noticing the multiple Fatui members that decided to fight rather than ask questions.

(Y/n) placed a hand on his hip where a sheath would be sitting out.

"What is with you guys attacking first?" (Y/n) grumbled as he allowed his blade to manifest and pulled it out of the sheath.

He quickly jumped back as a blast of cold air was sent toward him.

"One... two... and three..." (Y/n) counted to himself quietly as he took in the weapons that the three Fatui members had.

The third Fatui member stayed behind as if they were trying to remember something the second that they and the others took notice of (Y/n).

"Who was the person that Balladeer said not to make contact with?" The Fatui member mumbled while placing a hand on their chin, ignoring the fighting that was going on in front of them.

The sound of two bodies hitting the ground captured this member's attention and saw how their team was now down for the count.

"Oh, wait. Are you the Traveler that the Balladeer talked about?" The Fatui member asked in recognition.

(Y/n) blinked as he allowed his blade to materialize back onto his hip, realizing that the third Fatui member wasn't going to attack him.

"The Balladeer talks about me?" (Y/n) asked, raising a brow in disbelief.

The Fatui member nodded their head, relieved that they didn't join in the fight.

"Sorry about them, I'm guessing you're here for something?" They asked.

The (H/c)-haired male deadpanned before nodding his head.

"I'm only here for a commission," (Y/n) answered.

The Fatui member seemed to make a sound of understanding as they casually grabbed their teammates by the back of their uniforms, and started to drag them away.

"I see... Have fun!"

(Y/n) was even more dumbfounded, but decided to slowly look away from the leaving Fatui.

All of a sudden, he felt a shiver crawl up his spine as he quickly turned around.

"Scaramouche!" (Y/n) hissed out as he took notice of the shorter male before him.

Scaramouche had a scowl on his face as he walked up to the (H/c)-haired male, and forcefully pulled him to sit on the ground.

A grunt escaped (Y/n)'s lips as he felt a hand clutch onto the front of his shirt.

Scaramouche narrowed his eyes when he took notice of scrapes and bruises forming onto (Y/n)'s skin, which he knew wasn't there earlier.

(Y/n) gritted his teeth as he grabbed onto the hand that Scaramouche had on him.

"Let me go," the (H/c)-haired male hissed out, not liking the fact he was forced to sit down.

Scaramouche finally allowed a smirk to crawl on his lips, as his indigo hues sparkled with a hint of craziness in them.

(Y/n) stiffened up as he felt a hand place itself on the back of his neck.

(E/c) eyes wavered for a quick second before glaring up at the shorter male.

"Who did this to you?" Scaramouche asked in a snippy tone.

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" (Y/n) snapped back before flinching at the feeling of the hand tightening.

"Tell me," Scaramouche ordered.

(Y/n) scoffed lowly. "Your Fatui. Happy now?" He answered.

Scaramouche's lips stiffened up into a straight line as his eyes wavered to show the hidden anger and possessiveness behind them.

"Why do you care anyway? Weren't you the one that sent them out here?" (Y/n) grumbled.

"I did, but I told them not to touch or get into a fight with you," Scaramouche said with an annoyed scowl on his face.

(Y/n) narrowed his eyes at the male before him. "And why's that?"

A crazed smile slipped onto the shorter male's lips.

"Because you're mine. Mine to hold. Mine to fight. And mine to have bruised and defeated," Scaramouche answered.

[hawnks]

Uh oh

[welcome-to-alice-in-helll]

[yandereunsolved]

The self aware ones of aemond, aegon and cole made me think. What if? What if the Hotd cast, show or book, are sentient and reader suspects about it but pretends to be dumb, making comments that can be innocent to downright filthy with no filter.

Reader: *sees Rhaenyra and her dragon on episode* she and her dragon looked like kitten when smiling and an angry feral cat when pissed.

-

Criston: *fighting Aemond scene on screen*

Reader: imagine giving the element of suprise punching him in the face

Aemond: *proceeds to punch Criston square in the face*

-

Friend: Rhaenyra age like fine wine, right?

Reader: *staring intently at the screen* my head between her thighs

Friend:....

Reader:....

Rhaenyra: ....

Friend: what-?

Reader: what?

Ya know? Like Reader is going along with the flow and being a gremlin about it🙂

Reader trying to watch HOTD with the yandere self-aware characters in it:

I love you platonically anon. You always have the best thoughts. I would respond quicker, but I want to savor the thought like a slowly cooked pot roast.

Have some more random scenarios I thought of—

Reader: watching that one scene of Aemond. "Smash."

Aemond: "???"

Reader: Still trying to act like they don't know the characters are self-aware. "I would really want to have intercourse with Aemond. He wouldn't be able to walk the next day."

Aemond: struts out proudly.

Aegon II thinking: So all I had to do was show you my cock and you'd be in love with me!?

—

Reader: "I wonder what Daemon would look like as a blonde?"

Daemon: comes in the next scene with blonde hair.

—

Reader: "I want to cuddle Helaena so badly. She looks like such a good cuddler."

Helaena: "Aww..." tears come to her eyes.

—

Reader: "You know what? I'd fuck Cregan."

Jace: "Me too."

Reader: "What?"

Jace: 0-0 "..."

[devotion-disorder]

AUGHHHAKAAKDHH

*Choking on water*

NOEL AND KUUYA DICK HCS???

AUAUAGHH AHAAHUAUA

i think we've already had some noel/kuuya penis discourse at some point (had noel battling small pp allegations for a hot minute) , and while its still ultimately up to everyones interpretation, i think the semi-conclusion that we came to is that noel is thicker and kuuya is longer ^^_b

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Yandere diaries. || Toby x reader. A new (possible) series I got the idea to do of the creeps doing diaries showing them gradually becoming yandere.

3k words. CW: Yandere, adult content (mentions of arousal and references to masturbation), descriptions of violence and gore, unhealthy relationships, severe abuse, delusions, Toby slipping into insanity and also being an unhonest/unreliable narrator with how awful he’s being.

4/26/22 -

I met someone new today! We bumped into each other at a park I like to go to on Earth. They were so kind to me. We ended up getting ice cream together and exchanging numbers. I hope I can see them again soon.

5/11/22 -

I’ve been able to see them a couple more times. We’ve been messaging regularly, and have also called a couple of times. I’ve never felt so connected to someone so quickly before. We have a lot in common, and they don’t even mind any of my tics or odd quirks. We have a plan to meet up this weekend and go to the movies together, I’m really looking forward to it. I hope we continue to be friends with each other for a long time!

5/14/22 -

I just got home. We had such a fun time at the movies! We saw one of the more recent horror films together. They got scared partway through and clung onto me to feel better, and it made me feel really happy and protective over them. I wouldn’t mind seeing more horror movies with them in the future if it means that they’d do that again. We haven’t known each other very long, but I feel so connected and interested in them, I feel sparks every time they touch me. Is this what falling in love feels like?

6/21/22 -

I haven’t been able to see them for a few weeks because of our schedule differences. I feel like I’ve been excessively sad because of that. I just feel like my life is so much dimmer without them. I wanna go to the park with them again, eat ice cream, and curl up under a tree with them. I wish I could be with them every day.

7/29/22 -

We haven’t known each other for a very long time, but I’m certain they’re the person I’m meant to be with for the rest of my life. They make me the happiest I’ve ever felt, they understand me like nobody has ever understood me before, I just feel so carefree and excited in their presence. I think they might feel the same way about me too. I need to try my best to build up some courage and ask them to be my partner before someone else can.

8/11/22 -

I asked them on a date and they said yes!! I’ve never felt more excited than I am right now!! We’re going on our first date in a few days. I need to make sure I have a nice outfit to wear because I want to take them somewhere nice to eat, and then we’re gonna go for a walk together and stargaze. My life truly feels so complete and wonderful right now, I feel like I’m finally on a path to keep getting better with them in my life!

11/24/22 -

I haven’t been dating them very long, but I convinced Slender to allow me to invite them to Thanksgiving dinner. Normally we have to date our partners for a year, but I just know our relationship is going to work out, so I don’t feel the need to wait that long. They had so much fun meeting everyone, and they were happy the whole time. I felt a bit jealous that they didn’t pay as much attention to me, but that’s okay because there were so many new people they had to meet. I’m sure next time I invite them over they won’t pay anyone else any attention. I’m looking forward to having them over here more often!

12/14/22 -

I got into an argument with Jeff today. I had them over to visit me, and I stepped away for a minute to get us some snacks and Jeff so rudely decided to try and steal their attention from me. It isn’t fair! He was trying to make them laugh and hang out with him instead of me!! I got really angry and I started yelling at him, and he yelled back at me, claiming he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He’s not allowed to just walk up to them and act like they’re buddy-buddy. They’re my partner, and they’re here for me. Nobody else has the right to their attention but me.

12/25/22 -

I got to celebrate my first Christmas with them today. We spent a little bit of time downstairs with the others, but then I wanted to bring them upstairs to my room so we could be together alone. I gave them a bracelet with our names on it so that everyone would know they belonged to someone, and they seemed to like it. However, I got a bit upset at them. They said they had to go home so they could celebrate with their friends and family too, but aren’t I good enough? Aren’t I their family now? It doesn’t make any sense to me why they couldn’t just stay at the mansion, but I let them go. I’ll have a talk with them about this later.

1/24/23 -

We had another argument again. They have this friend that keeps overstepping his boundaries and I don’t appreciate it. He’s been hogging their attention recently and hanging out with them more and it’s seriously fucking pissing me off. They wouldn’t stop talking to him so I had to lie to them about him to finally get them to back off from him a bit. I wouldn’t normally want to do that, but it’s for their own good. Nobody should be hogging them away from me that much. Their friends are lucky I even allow them to talk with my dove at all. I think that’s what I’ll start calling them, now that I think about it. My sweet, soaring Dove.

2/17/23 -

I ended up getting into a fight with one of Dove’s friends. I was trying to make sure I could spend Valentine’s with Dove, but this friend wanted to be able to see them that day since he’s going on a trip soon or some other stupid excuse. It pissed me off. IM their boyfriend, that day is for US. I confronted him to get him to back off but he had the nerve to stand his ground. I had to beat the shit out of him to get him to understand his place. It’s been three days, and apparently, he hasn’t contacted them since. Good. One less pest I have to worry about. Dove was a little suspicious when I came home with torn-up knuckles that day, but I just told them it happened during training and they believed me. They even took the time and care to bandage me up. They really are so special to me. Nobody else can have them.

3/18/23 -

I’ve never really thought much about blood before. When it’s on myself or my victims, I’ve never really cared about it, I’ve actually usually thought it was gross, but it was different today. Dove got this gash when we were out on a hike from tripping and slicing their arm on a sharp rock. Normally the blood wouldn’t have bothered me, but it was just so pretty. The red spreading across their skin was just so alluring. Of course, I got them cleaned off and patched up as soon as I could, but my heart is racing just remembering it. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I hope they get cut again soon. I have to confirm if this feeling inside me is real or just a one-off.

3/28/23 -

It wasn’t a one-off. We were cooking, and they were using one of our sharper knives. My curiosity got the better of me, and I “accidentally” bumped into them from behind. They ended up cutting themself, and their blood was just as alluring today, flowing freely out of their finger. I ended up putting their finger in my mouth to suck the blood off, and I’ve never tasted something so intoxicating before. They were a bit confused, but I just played it off and they let it go. Holy shit. I feel like I have to taste it again. I have to. The red on their skin, the metallic lingering taste in my mouth. It’s so addicting. It honestly made me a bit excited, I had to take a moment to myself so they wouldn’t notice.

4/16/23 -

I bit them. We were making out, and I just felt myself getting so worked up. I pinned them down on my mattress, and I started kissing down Dove’s neck. I couldn’t help it, my heart was beating so fast and I felt myself getting dizzy, and I bit them really hard. Their skin was so soft in my mouth, and blood started oozing out, running against my teeth and my tongue, and my lips, it was so warm and exciting, it felt like I was getting drunk. Dove didn’t like it though. They screamed and cried and begged me to stop, and I didn’t want to, but I did. I bandaged them up and apologized and feigned innocence. They said they wanted to go home early, so I took them to not get on their bad side anymore. I was so worked up though. I had to take care of myself when I got home, I was just so turned on. I have to do it again somehow. They won’t like it, but I have to. Nothing has ever felt so pleasing before.

4/29/23 -

I tried to bite them again, and they realized it wasn’t an accident this time. They yelled at me and hit me to get me off of them, and I hit them back much harder. They looked so broken and upset while they cried, but their tears and screams got me just as turned on as their blood did. The bruise that formed on their cheek was so beautiful. I held them close and apologized a whole bunch because I don’t want them to hate me. I cried a lot and I meant it. I promised I wouldn’t do it again, which I guess I didn’t mean. However, they can’t just disobey me like that. I need to try and be on my best behavior so they can be more relaxed around me. I can’t have them fighting back every time I want to do something to them.

5/09/23 -

I think my Dove needs to be caged. They’ve gotten so used to flying free that they need to be grounded and brought back to reality. I keep trying to limit their interactions with others because they keep poisoning my Dove against me, and Dove tried to fight me today. We got in a big yelling match, but I was able to calm myself down in the nick of time so that I didn’t make things worse. I got them to calm down, and we’re gonna have some space between us for a few weeks. I think I’m going to take this opportunity to my advantage.

5/30/23 -

While we haven’t been spending time together, I’ve been working hard. I found an old house in the Underworld for cheap, and I’ve been rebuilding it and fixing it up. I altered it to be able to hold Dove in without their escape, and I’m so excited about it. I’ve got a bedroom I’m setting up for them, and a nice kitchen because they’ve always liked cooking with me. I know Dove is going to love it so much when I bring them here in a few weeks. It’s going to be the best thing for us. Dove is too innocent about the world around them, and I have to be able to protect them. Nobody else can do a better job than I can.

6/08/23 -

[Parts of the entry have been torn. Words are smudged or crossed out and it is not completely legible, but some of it remains visible. *Full translation will be added at the end for those that use translators/text to speech.]

I CAN'T FU—— BELI— TH—!! DOVE WAS TRY— TO MOVE!! THEY W— TRYING TO LE—E ME!! THAT STU— BASTARD [Redacted] TRIED TO TA— THEM F—M ME! WHEN ALL IVE ———— IS PROTECT TH— AND THIS IS —— REPAY ME?!? I'VE NEVER BE— SO ANGRY!!!

Dove is FUCKING LU—Y I had the home re—y! If not, I wo—d’ve just thrown th— in the fucki— basement!!! [Redacted] got wh— they deser—. I be— the- so bad you —— —king recognize —. I’ll du— the bo— som—ere else.

7/06/23 -

Dove hasn’t been making things any easier. Since they last tried to move away things have been such a fucking pain in the ass. They were so scared when I locked them in here. I wanted it to be a warm welcome, where I’d bring them here voluntarily, but they had to go and ruin it because of [Redacted] sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. They tried to run away a few days ago, and I went to write about it but I was so fucking pissed I ripped the page to shreds. I had to break their ankles so that they wouldn’t be able to run again, least not for a long while. I’ve also been keeping them tied up more, but it’s easier now that they can’t walk. The bruises on their legs are just so beautiful. I think I might keep them like this, even though they cry every day from the pain and the circumstances, but their tears are beautiful as well. I have to get more painkillers soon for them.

10/18/23 -

It’s been a while since I’ve updated. Things have been going smoother lately. Every time Dove’s ankles start to heal, I’ve been breaking them again. I just can’t trust them because they tried to escape again. I’ve been enjoying myself a lot more. I can bite them and cut them and hit them whenever I want to. I can taste their blood and chew their skin and bruise their beautiful body however I like. Of course, sometimes it makes me sad when Dove gets so upset about it. I don’t know what to do. It gets me so turned on and riled up like nothing ever has before, but I also want them to love me. They haven’t been fighting back anymore, so I think they’re getting used to it. We’ll see.

12/25/23 -

It’s our second Christmas together. I got Dove a bunch of things they asked for since they’ve been so good. They seem to have given up hope of resisting me, and it’s made me so happy. They even made me a cake for Christmas, and it was so delicious. I’m so happy we can be together again like this, just a happy couple with no interruptions. It’s truly the best gift I could have received this year.

2/16/24 -

I’ve been letting Dove’s ankles and legs fully heal. They truly haven’t been trying anything, and they’ve been so devoted to being a good partner for me, I don’t think I need to break them anymore to teach them a lesson. They can nearly stand on their own now, and they seem so happy. They said it’s because they can hug me while standing, and that made me so happy to hear. We’ve started cooking together again. We’re becoming a happy family, and I’m so glad I was right that Dove is the one for me. They even let me bite them as much as I wanted today, and they let me scratch them too, they didn’t even cry out today. I could tell they were trying really hard, so it made me very happy.

4/25/24 -

Things have still been going well. Their legs have healed up perfectly. It’s been five months since I last broke them, and I think they’re so grateful for it. They don’t disobey me, they do everything I ask, they’re so affectionate and loving with me. It makes me so happy to know that they’re truly settling into life with me. I don’t think they mind how much I hurt them anymore. They don’t complain as much, but they still cry those same beautiful tears for me. I think they’re starting to enjoy it.

5/26/24 -

I have to go on an extended trip for a week soon because of work and I’m nervous. They said they’ll wait happily for me, but I’m still so, so nervous. However, earlier this month I was gone for a few days and they didn’t go anywhere. Dove actually welcomed me back happily. I think we’ll be okay. I think this is it, the true test. I know they’ll pass, but still, I can’t quiet the anxiety in my heart. I’ll have to spend as much time as possible with them and get out all my excitement before I have to leave. I’m going to miss the feeling of their skin beneath my fingers and teeth.

6/11/24 -

[This page has also been smeared and torn in anger. *Another fully corrected version will be at the bottom.]

I — FUCKING BE—VE THEY DI- TH— AG—!!! THEY R— AW—!! THE- STOL- SO MU— —IT FRO- ME!! THEY TO— THE MO—Y I HA- HIDDEN!!!! THE- TOOK FO— AN- CLO—— AN- LEFT!! I- SO FUCK—- ANGRY!!! I'LL K— THEM!!! I JUS- MIGH- FUCK— KIL- THEM!!! AT TH- VER- LEA— THEY— NEVE- WAL- AGAIN! WHEN I ———— NEVER ES— AGAIN! LOCKS, CA—S, CHA—S!! WHAT—— IT TAKES!!!!!!

Dove, you’d better pray to —y FUCKING DIETY in EXIST—— THAT I DON- FIN- —U!!! When I d-, you’re goin- to su——— much for do— th— to me.

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6/08/23 -

I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!! DOVE WAS TRYING TO MOVE!! THEY WERE TRYING TO LEAVE ME!! THAT STUPID BASTARD [Redacted] TRIED TO TAKE THEM FROM ME! WHEN ALL IVE FUCKING DONE HERE IS PROTECT THEM AND THIS IS HOW THEY REPAY ME?!? I'VE NEVER BEEN SO ANGRY!!!

Dove is FUCKING LUCKY I had the home ready! If not, I would’ve just thrown them in the fucking basement!!! [Redacted] got what they deserved. I beat them so bad you can't even fucking recognize them. I’ll dump the body somewhere else.

6/11/24 -

I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE THEY DID THIS AGAIN!!! THEY RAN AWAY!! THEY STOLE SO MUCH SHIT FROM ME!! THEY TOOK THE MONEY I HAD HIDDEN!!!! THEY TOOK FOOD AND CLOTHES AND LEFT!! IM SO FUCKING ANGRY!!! I'LL KILL THEM!!! I JUST MIGHT FUCKING KILL THEM!!! AT THE VERY LEAST THEY'LL NEVER WALK AGAIN! WHEN I CATCH UP THEY WILL NEVER ESCAPE AGAIN! LOCKS, CAGES, CHAINS!! WHATEVER IT TAKES!!!!!!

Dove, you’d better pray to every FUCKING DIETY in EXISTENCE THAT I DON'T FIND YOU!!! When I do, you’re going to suffer so much for doing this to me.

[ilylovelyz]

hi omg i love your works ,, would you ever write eita semi smut?

⍣ ೋ captain save a hoe

˚ · . semi x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ semi is a nasty band member, audio recording, i promise semi loves reader tho, cheating, semi-public sex, cockwarmimg, ofc ill do semi eita smut he's like one of the prettiest haikyuu boys >.<

yeah, you wanna kill me 'cuz i fucked ya bitch

semi's hands fondle and stay on your ass, his lips capturing yours into a lazy kiss.

despite the seriousness of this all, you still can't help but grin against his lips, giggling when you feel him reciprocating your contagious smile. "stop it~," you squeal, wrapping your hands around his neck while you readjust your grip of your legs around his waist.

"you're cute," he rasps, his hands still firm against your ass. his eyes are low, full of love and lust as he holds you against him. "you're cute too," you praise back, one of your hands reaching up to entangle with his soft grey locks.

you're currently sitting on his lap, the only thing still on you from the previous evening is your bandeau top and thong. semi is wearing everything aside from his shirt, his pants and boxers pulled down to his thighs. your thong is pulled to the side, his cock fully sheathed into your warm walls.

the two of you have been in this position for almost an hour, basking in each other's presence. neither of you feel a twinge of guilt nor shame, you just can't help yourselves. he can't help the way he's drawn to you, nor help the way his cock twitches at the sight of your short denim skirt. you can't help the way you ignore your boyfriend's many phone-calls, too enamored by the sweet attention the famous band member gives you.

some will call it adultery, the two of you call it love.

"hey, i wanna try something with you." he whispers against your skin, placing sweet open-mouthed kisses against your collarbone. "hm? what is it?" you asks curiously, goosebumps rising on your skin at his warm touches.

he's pulling away from you at that, circling the spinning chair the two of you are in. there's a static hum coming from the audio-speaker when he presses a certain button before it silences when he presses another.

you're eyes widen with curiosity and surprise when he's then pulling a microphone towards your lips. "y-you want me to sing?" you ask bewildered, eyebrow raised with curiosity.

he smirks cheekily at your question. you gasp out when he's suddenly thrusting sharply into you, your hand gripping at his shoulder for purchase. "no, i want you to moan," he casually says, watching with amusement as you subconsciously moan and mewl into the microphone.

a couple of weeks later, your now ex-boyfriend is blowing your phone up with calls and texts, asking for an explanation after you sent him a link to semi's new song, featuring you and your sweet moans.

please leave a like and repost with tags :)

[depravitycentral]

Haikyuu Dick Headcannons, Pt. 2

Ft. the Shiratorizawa men: Wakatoshi Ushijima, Eita Semi, Satori Tendou, Kenjirou Shirabu, Tsutomu Goshiki

Tw: implied yandere, masturbation, excessive talk of cum, spitting, facials, implied breeding, pubic hair, oversensitivity, fem reader, MDNI

Because I've sort of been neglecting my followers who came for Haikyuu content, here you are! Hopefully this will tide you over for a while <3

He’s easily six inches, and thick. It resembles the cock of a porn star; every virgin’s nightmare, with a few veins puffing out and a defined, swollen mushroom tip that always just barely slips inside you with a soft pop!Maintenance isn’t too big of a concern for him - he doesn’t really trim, instead preferring to just let it all grow wild but shower frequently to minimize any sort of odor. He doesn’t really like the way he looks shaven, not totally understanding why he should bother, because it’s natural and it’s his body. He doesn’t expect you to shave either, and will in fact question you relentlessly if you do. He’s decently sensitive, mostly because he doesn’t have a whole lot of experience - both with other people and with himself. He doesn’t jerk off much, and as a result he always lets out these slight, barely-there gasps when you touch him. He likes when you pay attention to his slit, especially if you dip your tongue against it, and his hips always jerk forward, cock pushing into your mouth and nearly choking you because it just happens so fast and forcefully – he doesn’t mean to do it, he just can’t help it. (He’ll always cup your cheek afterwards, his voice strained as he asks you if you’re okay, and he’ll promise to be gentle moving forward – which lasts right up until you pay attention to his slit again, and the cycle continues.) His balls are also pretty sensitive, and actually likes it when you go a bit rough on them – squeeze hard, and he’ll groan your name and shut his eyes tightly, brows scrunching together and his knuckles turning white as he clenches his fists.

His cum is thick, and always warm – warm enough to be considered hot, really. It smears across your skin really easily when you try to wipe at it, leaving a film that can only be removed with cold water and soap, but it’s not too big of a deal because he doesn’t produce too much of it. He shoots moderately far, and he’s only able to conjure up a good three or four spurts before he’s spent. This makes cleanup pretty straight forward because although he likes seeing you with his cum on your face, he wants to be able to kiss you and trace your lips, and he’d rather clean up the mess first and then press you up against his chest to sleep. He prefers to come inside you, and will actually have to be persuaded and explicitly asked before sex if you want him to come somewhere else – it just feels more natural to finish inside you, especially because he tends to lose all self-control once he sinks inside you. (He also likes to stare once he’s pulled out, watching how some of it oozes out and dribbles down your ass cheeks, and will often reach down to stuff it back inside, getting it all over his fingers and spreading them lightly to see the way tendrils of it stick together. He’ll even show you, telling you that he wants you to keep it all inside, where it belongs.) When he’s coming he’ll always make eye contact with you, unwavering even as his hips jerk and spasm, even if he’s groaning and his arms are giving out. He likes the intimacy of eye contact and will sometimes even lightly grasp your chin and force you to look at him while he fucks you. He’s a groaner, for the most part, the sound low and rumbly, but when he gets close the groans becomes more like moans, a little higher and a little more upturned at the ends, the pleasure starting to bleed into every part of him.

His favorite way for you to touch him is just a simple, straight-forward handjob. Because he’s not that familiar with jerking himself off, there’s still a bit of thrill when you wrap your hand around his girth, your fingers barely meeting around the sheer size of him. Plus, it feels better when you do it – his own fist doesn’t rub against him the same way yours does, and he doesn’t get as sensitive with his own touch as yours – he’s told you that you jerk him off better than he can, and he means it. He likes when you go slow, flicking your wrist as you near his tip, keeping a steady, consistent rhythm and letting the dull pleasure build. He’ll keep his eyes fixed on you, watching your face and staring at your body, not saying much as you slowly work him closer and closer, simply content to just observe you as you pleasure him. He likes the intimacy of the moment, how you’re taking care of him and willing to spend so long just to make him feel good (it’s really not that long – six or seven minutes, maximum). It makes him feel special, and he’ll always end up thrusting back against your hand, getting himself just that tiny bit deeper, adding a tiny bit more friction, feeling just a tiny bit better knowing that he’s essentially fucking your hand. Reach down and play with his balls as you stroke him – lightly tug at them, rolling them between your fingers and squeezing. You’ll feel him throb in your hands, this vulnerable, genuine gasp falling from his lips, and although he’s not particularly vocal, he likes it when you are. He wants you to narrate to him what you’re doing, telling him how you’re feeling, even when he’s the one receiving the pleasure. It doesn’t have to be much – just a simple you’re so big, ‘Toshi making him bite his lip, defined abs contracting and trembling as he lets a rushed coming, just enough warning for you to prepare as ropes of warm, sticky cum shoot out, landing all over your hand and coating you in white. He wants you to lick the cum off your fingers one by one, slowly and not breaking eye contact, but he’s too shy to tell you, instead content with seeing it all over your skin. He just likes how sweet the moment is, and although he’ll immediately return the favor by settling his face between your legs for however long you’d like him to, he comes best when you’re touching him in simple, genuine ways. (And, when you’re looking at him and playing with his balls. That certainly doesn’t hurt.)

He’s thoroughly average – five inches, average girth, average sensitivity, just a truly utilitarian, satisfactory cock. However, Eita’s got enough experience to know what to do with said cock, how to make you cry out and cream on him and clench down on him like a fucking vice. He’s very observant, eyes always watching your reactions to things, studying the way you bite your lip when he’s thrusting into you, the way you grip at the sheets, even the way you moan his name. He’s perfected the art of rolling his hips, actually thrusting rather than jackhammering, pushing in fast but pulling out slowly so that you can feel every ridge and inch of him. He’s also got very good aim – once he’s found your sweet spot, he’s able to target his thrusts pretty precisely, hitting at least the general area with every punch of his hips. The end result is that you almost always end up coming on his cock, his thumb pressing circles against your clit to help you along. And this is great news for Eita, because he gets so much more sensitive when there’s copious amounts of slick helping guide him in and out, the extra wetness and warmth giving him just the right amount of extra stimulation to send him over the edge. He keeps himself mostly shaven, liking the way it looks, but occasionally he’ll slack a bit, leaving a layer of light stubble that tickles your cheeks when you’re taking him in your mouth.

He's a shooter, but it’s a pretty weak stream. There’s not a huge amount of force behind it, so when it lands on your body it feels like gentle rain – just with very large droplets. His cum actually tastes pretty decent, which is shocking because his diet isn’t the best, especially when he’s on the road. He likes coming on you, but the longer he spends being sexually active with you, the more he finds himself being drawn to finishing inside you, cock plugging you up between your legs. He’s always fascinated by the side of how your cunt – still convulsing a bit after the orgasm he just gave you – pushes a bit out rhythmically. (Sometimes, when he’s trying to brainstorm for song writing, he’ll think back to those rhythms, inspiration suddenly hitting him as he writes a love song, lyrics full of sexual innuendos and yearning.) Eita doesn’t come too terribly quickly, but even if he does it’s okay because he’s able to recover pretty quickly, only needing a good five minutes before he’s rock hard again, cock still covered in his cum and drooling more pre. He really enjoys overstimulating you, so this comes in handy often. He’s decently vocal during sex, but his talking takes a sharp uptake as he nears his orgasm, the words growing less understandable and more rushed as he gets closer and closer. He curses a lot, labored breaths of shit or fucking hell, babe slipping past his lips. And when he’s right on the cusp, he’s slurring out compliments and praises of you, telling you that you’re so damn pretty, lamenting on about how he loves you, chanting like a prayer mine mine mine. He hips go stock still when he’s coming, completely frozen inside you except for the pulsing, letting your walls clamp down on him and furthering his orgasm.

His favorite way for you to touch him is head, but particularly where he’s in control. He’ll always let you have your fun at first when you get on your knees for him, letting you suck and kitten lick at his tip. He’ll let you do whatever you want at first – his hips will buck a bit if you suck really, really hard at the head, but he’ll let you do whatever feels right. Eventually, though, he’ll reach a point where he wants to take over, because you pleasuring him is teasing him, not giving him quite what he’s so desperately seeking. And so, he’ll tangle his fingers in your hair, physically moving your head rather than thrusting himself, treating you like some glorified hole for him to fuck. He’s still muttering all those compliments from before, telling you that you look pretty below him, that your mouth feels good, that he’s wanted this for so damn long, all the while feeling his orgasm draw closer and closer. But the fantasy really comes into play when he finishes – wrapping his fingers around his base, pulling your head off of him and vigorously, violently rutting his fist up and down, jerking himself off as his orgasm builds and builds and builds, eventually crashing down and making him slur out your name, your mouth wide open as he aims his cock, tip right above your open mouth. He wants to control where it all lands, all against your tongue, lolled out and waiting for him. There’s something about the sight that gets him panting, and when it’s all finished he’ll want you to make a show of swallowing it, opening your mouth back up to show him you’ve gulped down every last fucking drop. He’ll want you to lean in and suckle at him a bit more, tongue swiping out to catch any remaining bits of cum, licking him clean and making sure to take everything he’s giving you. It’ll get him shivering in oversensitivity, not quite ready for another round yet, but he doesn’t mind the pain – not when he's got you on your hands and knees minutes later, sinking into you with a thumb working diligently against your clit, determined to make you feel the same as him if not even better. (Often, when his next orgasm hits him, nothing will even come out – he’s shooting blanks, every bit of cum he had to offer already having been swallowed by you earlier.)

He’s five inches, the average size but with a few above average details. When Satori gets hard, he really, really does - when you reach out to grasp at him, fingers wrapping around his shaft, he’s truly solid, truly firm to the touch. If you try to squeeze you’ll be met with resistance, his cock so genuinely swollen and desperate to be inside of you that he’s rock fucking hard. He’s veiny, too; they criss cross and decorate the length of his cock, sitting up raised and sensitive to the touch. The kind of veins you see on posts of men smoking cigarettes and having long, nimble fingers – those kinds of veins. He likes when you trail your tongue lightly along the different lines and patterns, a draw-out hiss slipping past his lips as his eyes flutter but don’t quite shut. His cock goes bright red the moment he gets hard, the pretty rose color standing out against his pale skin, nearly matching his hair. Depending on the day you catch him, he can be a bit insecure about his cock; he wants you to like it really, really badly, and the first time you’ve got him naked in front of you, he’ll be blushing and watching your every expression, hoping and praying that you like what you’re seeing, what you’re tasting, what you’re feeling. It spurs him on to hear you praise him, and the moment you say anything positive about his dick, he’s fucking you harder, faster, deeper, anything to get you crying his name and clenching down on him like you’ll never let him pull out. 

His cum is thin, always running down your skin and leaving a milky trail behind. It’s plentiful; there’s just so much of it, and when he’s stuffing your mouth, he’ll often have to pull out and finish on your face to avoid choking you. (He likes this, though, if only because the sight of you with his cum dripping past your lips and down your chin gets him ready for round two, the urge to stuff every possible hole full of his cum making him near feral.) He dribbles a bit, streaming out of his tip as he pants and groans, like a faucet that hasn’t been turned off with the way it just keeps coming. His favorite place to finish is on your breasts, liking how it looks against your soft skin. He likes to scoop some up with his thumb and rub it against your nipple, smearing it and leaving a sheen against the pebbled skin. When he comes, his whole body jerks, spasming and shuddering, and he even writhes a bit, as if the pleasure is just too much for him to handle. He’s trembling before, during and after he finishes, needing quite some time to calm down. He has to reach out and grasp onto something (normally it’s you or the bedframe), trying to ground himself because his orgasms are powerful, sucking the air out of his lungs and leaving him unable to walk for a few minutes without his knees buckling. He’s a moaner, too, always saying your name or mindlessly babbling, just needing some way to express the pleasure he’s feeling all because of you.

His favorite way for you to touch him is when you ride him, bouncing yourself up and down on top of him as he lays down, clutching at the pillow behind his head. He likes the way you look, especially when you lean down too, your tits squishing against his chest as your hips keep working away at him, alternating between grinding down and thrusting, never quite letting him comfortable before changing it up. He likes when you kiss him while you fuck him, and his lips will be insistent, eager, the kiss wet and sloppy and fully of passion. He’ll ask to touch you, bringing his hands up to press against your back, tangling into your hair, cupping at your ass, always wandering and wanting to grab and touch more and more. He likes the way your cunt grips him, milking him for all he’s worth as you use him, his cock like your own personal dildo as you make a mess of him. It feels like heaven, and if you bring two fingers down, slipping them past his lips? Well, Satori is immediately sucking and moaning around them, the only thing he possibly enjoys more being when you spit into his mouth. He likes giving you control, and feeling the way you take charge and squeeze around his length gets his head spinning and his chest heaving, his orgasm drawing closer alarmingly quickly with every bounce of your hips. You feel like heaven, and he’ll want to finish inside you, sending ropes of his cum as deeply inside you as possible – this angle lets him get as deep as physically possible, and he’ll want you to just lay with him afterwards, cock still nestled in your cunt as you sooth sweet words down at him, playing with his hair and letting him calm down from the very slight subspace you’d worked him into. (If you call him pretty in his post-orgasmic glow, the tiniest little dribble of cum will come from his tip, making him shudder and gasp your name, embarrassment eating him up and making him even cuter.)

He’s just shy of five inches, but he’s got a decent amount of girth that makes up for his smaller length. His cock is very heavy, always drooping a bit when he gest hard, never quite passing the ninety degree mark. His tip always takes on this dark color, too, a maroon that showcases just how much blood is flowing to his cock whenever you arouse him. His balls are heavy, too, and although they don’t droop as much as his shaft, they are incredibly sensitive. Almost too sensitive, if Kenjirou’s being honest, because even just the brush of your hand against them gets him sucking in his breath, torn between wanting you to do it again and wanting you to avoid them because he will come if you keep going. Overall, his cock’s not particularly pretty, but it’s functional and will make you lick your lips a bit when you see it – it’s a man’s, packing a punch when he bullies it inside your cunt, always stretching you out more than you expect. He’s a little bit insecure about his size, however, so don’t say anything to him about it – he doesn’t even really like you looking at it for long periods of time, if only because it’s just embarrassing to have you examine him like that, with your eyes all wide and glassy and lust pooling in your gut.

He dribbles, and there’s lot of it; it comes out in bursts, oozing from his tip in globs and dripping all the way down his length, down over his balls, even sometimes getting down to his thighs. It’s pretty watery, and not super opaque – it’s more of a slightly translucent white, to the point where when it’s smeared all over your lips, Kenjirou could mistake it for lip gloss. (But lip gloss doesn’t make your lips look as good as his cum does, he swears. Especially when your lips are all swollen and battered from sucking him off, from excessive kissing and biting.) He’s not too much of a moaner, instead grunting more or muttering out slurred phrases and syllables that sound suspiciously like your name. He’ll let out these harsh exhales of breath as he gets closer, almost sounding pained as the pleasure intensifies. (One time you thought it was a sign of pain and pulled off him, straddling him and asking if he was okay, only to receive an honest to god growl while his hands clutched at your hips and brought you back down to sit on his cock, a strained, bitten back keep going slipping through grit teeth.) His face scrunches up when he comes, eyebrows drawing together tight and eyes closing, his mouth settling into almost a grimace as he rides out the waves of his pleasure – it feels good, he promises, it’s just his face. Prefers to come on your body, or in your mouth – inside you is fine, too, but he really likes seeing his cum against your skin. He thinks you look good like that, and sometimes, as he’s coming down from his orgasmic high, he’ll even run his fingertips over your cum-stained skin and mutter a small pretty…

His favorite way for you to touch him is when you’re sitting in his lap, gyrating your hips nice and slow. His orgasms are stronger when they come from long-lasting, duller pleasure, and the grind of your cunt against his cock makes his head spin, yearning for more friction and more more more. He likes when you move in circular motions, going clockwise for a while before suddenly changing directions and going counter-clockwise, the sudden change making him hiss under his breath. He likes you to be fully naked when you do this, because he’ll often lean forward and suck a nipple into his mouth, his hands squeezing at the fat of your hips and waist, brown eyes admiring the way you look perched in his lap, like some sort of god. He’ll often try to control your pacing, those hands at your hips pushing and pulling you, trying to get you to speed up or slow down, almost using you like his own personal toy. As he gets closer he’ll move your body faster and faster, the desperation growing and morphing into something that makes him bury his face into the crook of your neck, or against your sternum, an uneven, shaky exhale of your name filling your ears as something warm and wet smears against your pretty folds. He just likes that he gets to look at your face the whole time, and orgasming this way is less embarrassing than the headrush that being inside you and getting direct stimulation gives  him – he can control it better this way, sound less depraved, sound less needy for you.

He’s a solid five inches with a little bit extra, though he is on the skinnier side. He’s got a few veins that run along the top and on the side; not too much, but enough to be noticeable. He likes when you drag your tongue along them, tracing the lines and making him shiver. He’s decently sensitive, always swallowing and gulping as a way to stop any sound from slipping past his lips. Early into his developing feelings for you, he took the time to meticulously and carefully trim himself, even going completely shaven once or twice just to see how it felt. (He’s got this weird fixation with making sure that he looks perfect the first time that he gets you naked in front of him, and this includes his grooming. Eventually, however, he gives up, deciding that it’s too much time and effort, though he keeps a razor in his bathroom always prepped and ready on the off chance that he thinks he might get lucky with you that night – he’s pretty optimistic, so this happens pretty often, never quite getting fruition.) His cock’s always moving, though; he bobs heavily, always seeming to twitch and throb even without stimulation. It's like it’s got a mind of its own – beads of precum drool from his tip at the slightest thought or suggestion of you doing anything even remotely sexual, and immediately he’s throbbing, sometimes even being visible through his pants when he’s really pent up and achingly hard.

His cum does, unfortunately, taste pretty bad. It’s bitter, incredibly so, and although he tries to make it more edible by changing his diet, it doesn’t work too well. This is pretty unfortunate, because he really loves fucking your mouth, and always ends up wanting to finish inside. However, he’s noticed your grimaces and the way your face gets all puckered when you taste him after he comes down your throat, and he won’t press the issue too hard. (He will, however, try to keep himself inside your mouth for as long as possible, only pulling out at the last possible second. Often, he’s not quite fast enough, however – cum releases both inside your mouth and out, making a mess and leaving the taste against your tongue.) His cum is pretty runny, having more the consistency of water, making it very quick to spread and run down your chin and throat, stopping and bunching up at your breasts. He shoots, and quite far, too – a good foot or so, the force behind his orgasms clearly visible in the way he throws his head back, cheeks bright red and sending cum flying, quite literally strong enough to knock over inanimate objects. He moans a lot, the words turning incoherent as he nears his finish, though it’s not too important you hear them. It’s mostly just your name, little pleas and slurred please’s, all melding together to create something that sounds like a mixture of a moan and a whine. His body jerks when he comes, too, his abs clenching and visibly flexing as it just keeps spurting out of him.

His favorite way for you to touch him, as briefly mentioned, is when you give him head. There’s something about it that he really likes – it’s been his longest standing fantasy, one of the very first things he found himself imagining after his feelings for you formed, and holds a special place in his heart. He’ll want you to be on your knees, looking up at him with fluttering lashes and a tongue flicking out to lick across your lips. He’s not too picky on how you suck him off, but he wants it to be messy, liking the feeling of your spit coating him and god, when you pull off him with a wet noise, the strand of saliva and precum that connects your lips to his tip is enough to get him tangling his fingers in your hair, mumbling your name like a prayer as he guides you to take him in again, to keep going deeper and deeper, even if you’re gagging and choking. He’ll want to finish in your mouth, burying himself to the hilt, balls pressed firmly against the curve of your chin as he throbs, balls clenching tightly and flooding your mouth with cum. He wants it to go directly down your throat, and he won’t pull away until it’s all been released, every drop safe and secure in your warm little mouth. He wants to watch you swallow, and he’ll give himself a few pumps as an afterthought as he watches, once more growing hard and aroused because you just swallowed his cum, do you want some more?

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M.D.S UPDATE

I’ve made progress on creating my itchio page!

Just have to do some minor touches to be fully finished with that.

And afterwards I’ll start creating the main game page of M.D.S. Yandere Vn featuring Uriel’s route!

As of right now I’m Currently in the works of creating official bio’s for the love/rival interests involved which is Uriel, Azrael, and perhaps…

your angelic landlord Jericho

This is just a wip btw! I’ll drop tiny updates here and there. Just to let yall know what’s going on behind the scenes!

A/n: Update on my intro bio formatting

[bloodywankers]

Finally done 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ my kitten 🙏 (grown ass man who is an alcoholic)

I imagine bro looking at you like this after literally kidnapping you because he’s just a girl (severe mommy issues)

[glumet-shadow]

twst x enstars

inspired by shinyjr's post called 'what are you doing in my apartment'

why are they/you in your/my apartment

it was late, you had just got back from a long day at ES. When you entered your home a few people you remembered from a game were inside, but they werent real. Right? In response you pull out your phone and keys to aim at the strangers.

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Heartslabyul

Roses? Did Tsukasa and or the tea club drop off rose tea in your house? When you walked forward onto the stairs you see two men, one with ginger hair with a heart on his face. The other with dark blue hair and a spade mark to match, you scream as you think they broke into your house. Once they hear you they scream as well running into your room.

When you entered your room you saw the rest of the group, nearly panicking you called your favorite idol, but the leader takes your phone and hangs it up quickly. "Hear us out, we dont mean harm we swear."

You want to know what they all do in your home and when they find out about your obsessive coworkers?

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Ace Trapolla

No offense, but why is your house so small? Its nothing like ramshackle. But its very pretty and looks nice.

When ace first entered your home he was shocked to see posters of idols in your home. The first thing he put his hands on was an album which had photos of yourself and the idols. He was amazed-- until he saw someone who looked like riddle. Yeah, he screamed loudly which caused deuce to come and scream at the photo as well. They soon realized the difference once they saw people riddle never met in the photo.

What does he do though? After a few days and being placed under house arrest by riddle he finds your workplace. When he sees the large building he goes in, what he didnt expect was to see you, his precious player with people who looked like himself and deuce. Subaru, the one who looked like him, screamed, thinking it was a crazed fan who broke in. Though after you spoke up about how he doesnt actually know anyone but you he calmed down. Ace ran up to hug you which subaru wasnt happy about but let it happen seeing as you were ok with it.

Riddle and the others quickly followed in, causing a whole mess and you having to explain. No, they arent crazed fans of them, they are just your (obsessed) roommates. Eichi walks forward from the idols and seems skeptical but after a nod from you he holds you in his arms and drags you away from everyone. Noone knew you got roommates! Even those who had cameras! (except izumi but thats for later!)

When ace is alone he often photo copies every album with a photo of you and edits all of them into a collage of you (having removed the idols due to anger and jealousy) He wanted memories with you to!

Ace takes a job at ES, eichi or ibara had offered it to him. They only did so to see what Ace would do when he was guarding (you) the building. Quickly regretting it because ace clings to your side, Subaru panics when ace is basically glued to your hip during trickstar practice. Everyone panics infact. Tori is very livid when he sees ace, after practice tori asked eichi if "yuzuru could get rid of him." Which eichi didnt object to at all.

After work ace always greats you at the door, and when you just managed a concert for the idols he always is anxious wondering what "the crazy bastards" are doing to you.

"Oh, your home! How was everyone else at work? You thought I was there to today? No I was off today (he was he just wore trickstar clothing he had taken and snuck in.) Want me to tell trey you are home so he can start cooking dinner? Oh my day, it was uneventful."

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Deuce spade

Your home is nice, but why are there posters of "strangers" on your walls. Deuce doesnt take them down but takes pictures of them and scratches out the idols' faces in his copies.

When deuce first entered your home he was shocked, so this was your real home. The first thing deuce put his hands on was some of the pictures of the idols, which he didnt know how but they were hidden in a secret compartment in your desk. You didnt know it existed until he told you.

What does he do though? The first few days are mainly him looking around your home for the things the idols gave you, why? He wants them all destroyed to make himself happy. He found every single one, he mainly found tori's since well. Tori also has snuck into your home, and (not so) secretly put photos of him dressed up in places within your house. The "gifts" he didnt find were from izumi, the cameras. When he found them after about a year..... He was livid and, for the first time, came to ES of his own will. He slapped izumi and nearly released all his repressed bad boy feelings.

When deuce is alone you might find him trying to find jobs, he refused any offers from eichi or ibara saying "I already have my place, and anyway I assure you I would be poor at doing my job." Even if he would be very good at it he refuses it because he doesnt trust any of the idols. The only ones he can trust are subaru and hokuto, but even then it isnt much.

After work deuce usually is cleaning or clinging to you. During or after lives however, due to much convincing from you, you got deuce to come back stage with you and ace. He wasnt your guard at that point but after seeing first hand what the idols would do to you. He wasnt taking any chances ever.

"Hey question, why do you have all these photos of your colleges? You dont, well I found like 50 pictures of them. They must have hid them in (y)our house."

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Cater diamond

Nice place you have here- who are those people on those posters? Oh your coworkers. Yeah when he sees mao he sees red. Not his mark but anger. WHY WAS THIS SHALLOW COPY OF HIM ON YOUR WALLS. Oh he already has someone. Who? A guy who is also (obsessed) interested in you.

When cater entered your home he was shocked about everything around him. Specifically the posters of your coworkers. He found the cameras before deuce only tried to connect them to his phone instead, resulting in izumi hacking his phone and sending him messages. Most were along the lines of "get out of their house" and or "STAY AWAY FROM THEM." Oh he wasnt happy about this ever.

What does he do though? He joins ES not as a guard but rather as an idol. He creates a unit and invites you to produce him, of course you agree but when eichi catches wind of cater's ideas he quickly tries to team his unit. He (Eichi) is your (lover) roommate after all, why not support him? Ibara also tries to get cater to join eden, it ends up working. Ibara and cater work well together despite hating eachother.

When cater is alone he is often actually working on stuff for his career. Given the fact he already knows how to use social media well he gains quite the following, even larger than hiyori's almost. Much to everyone's dismay he ends up growing large enough to have a solo unit similar to mam.

After work you can find cater doing chores or working on a new song. During lives, whether it be his own or another unit's he is always near you. Of course he is, who wouldnt want to bring their "lover" with them to success.

"Thank you for coming to practice with me, I appreciate it a lot. Speaking of which I was looking for my unit's file in your office but couldnt find it. I only found fine's in it."

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Trey clover

Your home, yes its very pretty. But what are these little cards in your desk? Are they playing cards? No?

When trey entered your home he was in shock, mainly that he was here but also that there was someone who you seemed to like that was just like him. He was honored but also livid at keito.

What does he do though? He mainly does the chores, since they have ace and deuce as guards for ES and cater an idol he doesnt need a job exactly. So he choses to do the housework often left behind by everyone but riddle and himself.

When trey is alone as said above he does chores but he also helps with cater's unit when you cant. He made "special effects" that made cater almost multiply, even if it was an excuse so they could use their magic together. They made it where cater's clones would do the song. Once it was done trey use his magic and made it seem lke they just disappeared when really he just wrote of cater's magic in an interesting way.

After work you always find trey cooking, you cant help but go into the kitchen and offer him a hug. He of course welcomes it but also explains what he is making.

"Riddle said you have been doing a lot of work lately, dont worry I can help you if need be. I already help cater, what is one more (he offers this to annoy the idols.)"

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Riddle rosehearts

He will take care of you and your home, rest assured. No need to worry about the first years, they wont matter in the end.

When riddle entered your home and heard the troublesome duo's screams he ran to them. When he saw someone who looked like him he yelled, weirdly and luckily tsukasa was off stage was when Riddle used his magic on him. You, you just panicked when you saw the familiar collar on his neck. You ran home to get your phone, you forgot it earlier in your rush.

What does he do though? You often find him organizing your papers for work, even the ones you hid. Often times he burned the pictures of tsukasa but you never noticed him doing so.

When riddle is alone as stated above he will be burning the cards the idols snuck into your home and or bag. He doesnt help with cater's idol work but he does help you manage with knights. Tsukasa and him form a bit of a bond, which is why riddle after about a month of them working together he doesnt burn the cards and instead gives them to you in flowers for tsukasa. An idol he hates after meeting is hiyori. Do not let them in the same room unattended, he will attack hiyori.

After work you may find him drawing outfits, he learned how to draw from shu. Even learns to sew from him just to help on your workload. However after a live he clings to you for dear life and hands you roses as a "reward" for not indulging those idols in "regretful and wrong" actions.

"Rose, you are home early? Oh me, I was just cleaning a bit for you. The thing on the table? Thats the latest design for one of the units."

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In a summary

Heartslabyul is a dorm that helps you a lot, they all work except trey who joined niki's kitchen group. You dont have to work anymore if you dont want to. You have 2 bodyguards who make decent, a super popular idol, a home chef, and a star producer to watch over you. Why leave them now? Cant they "help" you some more. Even get your least favorite idol to stay away from you.

[merakiui]

overblot! Riddle nonconning you in front of Ace and Deuce while going on about how this is the only thing a magicless nobody is good for 👍🏼

Omg yes,,,,,,,,

(cw: yandere, gender neutral, nsfw, non-con, humiliation/degradation, public sex)

Amidst a ruined, debris-ridden rose maze, a monster looms. No one dares stray close, lest they find themselves maimed and sent to the grave, and so they can only watch helplessly from the safety of overturned chairs, tables, and uprooted rose trees. The scene was once serene, an almost-perfect Unbirthday. Now it is desolate and bleak, a nightmarish reality that leaves thick, discomforting silence blanketing the grounds.

Riddle casts a grotesquely bone-chilling shadow, and his appearance mirrors that of a creature torn from the pages of a classic horror; that's the only way to describe him: cruel and cold, all sharp, vicious edges and thorns, dripping blot. He's on the verge of a supernova, toeing the line of life and death, a monstrous mage who has reached the consequences of a culmination of excessive magic, spilled over into bitter negativity. The aura that clings to him is, in a word, utterly terrifying.

And you're right there in his shadow, a fragile, caged thing bent down on your hands and knees. Your fingers curl into the grass, tearing clumps. No one dares to speak up, to demand he release you, to fight for your safety and dignity. Hopelessly collared, Ace and Deuce, your closest companions in all of this mess, look on in horror even though they don't mean to.

It's like a tragedy spun right before their eyes. They want to look away, but they can't. It's morbidly ensorcelling.

"Observe!" Riddle's voice booms, commanding absolute obedience and attention. His pallid hips press against your ass while clawed hands dig into your hips, holding you perfectly still. Blood is drawn; it seeps beneath his sharpened nails, leaving painful indents. You feel filthy and fearful, cut down to something small and insignificant and weak. Droplets of blot speckle your backside each time he shifts. It's warm like candle wax, but it doesn't burn.

The betrayal does, though—stains through to your very soul.

You grit your teeth, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes of drifting off elsewhere. Anywhere that isn't here, speared on his cock for all to see, forced into the grass like you're bowing apologetically before the Queen and her card soldiers.

"You lack the key capabilities all mages must possess, and yet you thought it wise to challenge my rules? Here? When my word is law?" He barks out a laugh, sickly amused. Scarlet eyes narrow with disdain. "Perhaps you're as slovenly as you are disobedient. As expected of a disrespectful, magic-less fool who knows nothing! Absolutely nothing of the order I so carefully uphold!"

He pulls back, seething through grit teeth, and snaps his hips forwards. You collapse on shaky arms, gasping in pain.

It hurts more than heartbreak, more than a bruise, more than a slap. Tears spot your lash line, threatening to fall with one more well-aimed, brutal thrust. Spidery fingers dance along your waist, tracing a line towards your neck. He grips your chin and forces you to look upon a crowd of terrified faces, all ogling with bated breath. Ace is watching and so is Deuce, albeit through the cracks in his hands.

"What did you hope to achieve—to prove—by defying me?" he demands, his grip a deadly vise. "That I could be in the wrong? That all I've worked tirelessly for, all that I've done, is wrong?"

"Riddle..." You wince in your futile attempt to pull away. "Riddle, please... I... I'm sorry, but please... You're hurting me..."

He turns your head towards him, eyes ablaze with a furious tempest, and he leans closer, pinning you with startling ease. His cock presses up against your insides, enveloped tightly in your walls, and you shudder through the discomfort and the agony. A single claw traces dangerously close to your jugular.

"Speak up if you have something to say!"

"It hurts!" You gasp again, outright sobbing now. "It hurts! Please..."

"It's a punishment," he sneers, glaring disapprovingly. "It's meant to impart a lesson—one learned through pain. If you understand this, stop sniveling and respond appropriately."

You're not sure which is worse: humiliation at the hands of someone you considered a friendly acquaintance or the fact that, no matter how villainous he may be, you only wish for him to return to himself. You'd never wish this fate on anyone, but maybe it's your too-big heart that makes it impossible to hate him. You don't hate him. You can't.

And perhaps that's the worst part of all this.

You hang your head, defeated and devoid of hope. "Yes, Dorm Leader..."

And so he teaches you and all those who witness the devastating spectacle a lesson neither will ever forget.

Red is passionate and fiery, a reflection of roses and redamancy. But it is not a pleasant color. Not anymore. Not in the aftermath.

Red is the color of Riddle and Heartslabyul and blood and pain and anger. And every time you spy the slowly healing marks from that day, you feel it all over you. Red everywhere, inside and out. Externally, you may heal with all matter of magical cures, but internally it's not an easy fix.

So red is no longer a comfortable color. You wish you could look upon it and admire it for what it is: a color. But that proves impossible, for a color that is so highly revered as pretty does not evoke pretty feelings for you.

[kichiyosh1]

Deceitful Youth: "III - Eyes on you, always"

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The ringing of the bell echoed throughout the school's hallways, alongside it are the sounds of shoes swiftly coming into contact with the marbled floors. Quickly turning corners and going up stairs, you finally made it to your destination. Panting heavily, the both of you took a moment to let air into your lungs. You didn't even notice you were still holding hands with the new girl when you knocked on the door with your other hand.

After giving the two of you a questioning look through the small screen glass on the door, the teacher let you in shortly. Her expression quickly changed after registering the presence of the person you brought with you. "I see you took it upon yourself to bring in the new student. You really are such a hard worker, y/n." You were quick to dismiss what she said, a little embarrassed by the compliment and a little guilty since you only happened to bring the new girl here by coincidence after bumping into her.

"Really mrs. ningguang, I don't deserve to be called such after arriving late like this, it's unbefitting of me."

"Alright, alright. Best you take your seat now so we can begin the lesson. Oh, but have your friend here introduce herself first to the class, please." You nod your head. Turning to your friend, you felt how her hand slightly clenched yours, an unreadable expression on her face.

Introductions were unnecessary, It's not like he came here to make friends with a bunch of nobodies anyways, but the caress of your touch, both of your hands now clasping his. It surprised him, and the determined look on your face said he had nothing to worry about.

"No worries! if you end up getting scared then just focus your attention on me, it'll be easier and less overwhelming." You gave her a smile before completely letting go of her hand and heading to your seat. Good thing you did because if he was in your presence any longer he'd have surely fainted on the spot. Red quickly brought color to his face, as he could only sheepishly smile.

This was the [y/n] that had helped him in the past. The same girl that insisted on staying by his side even when others had disregarded him. The thought of you alone was more than enough to sooth him. You took away his pain, gave him a new meaning to what he wanted to be with you

But you also caused it when you decided to transfer here.

'focus my attention on you, huh?' He was already standing in front of the class 'I'll make you crave it', the room's gone silent. A few of them still whispering among themselves, but she didn't pay them any mind since her sights were already set on you.

"The name's Scara—" (Using his real name was far too risky. In the past you were one of the only few that he allowed to call him by his real name, Kunikuzushi. He'd prefer if people called him by the new name he made up for himself, but you didn't know that.)

He said a few more things, throwing in some random hobbies and ambitions all while maintaining that sweet voice, but what he said last had you holding in a laugh.

"Oh, and I'm not into guys."

The bell rang to indicate it was finally time for recess. You could hardly keep your hand steady to fit your coin into the vending machine, still thinking about how scara ended her introduction. "What was that about? Not gonna lie but it kind of caught me off guard." A soft laugh escaped your lips, the coin finally slotted in and your favourite snack fell out.

"I don't see what's so funny." He was able to calm down his previous elation from meeting you. Finding it natural to hold a conversation with you now.

"I guess that's just something I wouldn't expect coming from a pretty girl like you, you know?" You said it so calmly while opening your bag of food, you weren't able to notice how red Scara got again. Were compliments this easy to give and receive between girls? He could hardly keep his composer, but inside he's feasting on any positive comment you send his way.

"I dislike people in general, but guys are just the worst." he said it in such a sickening tone but his face stayed neutral, giving you a glance before the clink of the vending machine sounded. He was trying to see based on your reaction how comfortable you were with the topic. Did you perhaps have a change of mind? Was it still necessary for him to keep up this facade? Did you still look at guys with that same amount of discomfort and disgust your mother had?

You pondered for a moment, before a single chuckle left your lips.

"Yeah, guys are just the worst."

You started munching on your food, brows furrowed as you made your way back to the classroom. "Dthey jusht can't vbe chtrusted!" your words were barely audible as you continued to angrily speak your mind. Not that He minded, Scara seemed more focused on the sound of your voice. He hasn't heard it properly in so long (even now when you're talking with your mouth full, but that's besides the point), and even back then, the sound of your classmates and the background noise of your previous school grating his ears. You were actually talking to him, the nostalgic feeling bringing a contented smile to his face.

It was just like back then when you first approached him. You didn't have trouble speaking your mind before you started to distance yourself. The empty feeling in his chest started to fester, to the point that not a minute, not even a second goes by that he's not thinking about you. That he's not imagining the warmth of your first hug. That he's not dreaming of you and him together.

He was scared, that one day you'll disappear for good and all he's left with is the faint image of you and the past memories you shared. So he made sure to watch over you whenever he could. Slipping extra money into your bag whenever he'd hear you complain you didn't have enough on you, (in exchange he'd take one or two of your hair ties). Scaring off any guys that would linger near you locker (so that he could slip in some of the love letters he wrote.) Following you around to make sure you got home safely ( snapping a few pictures whenever he could).

He did all those things out of love, because he cared for you. There are times he wished you'd notice him, how much he's doing for you that it actually starts to hurt. He just wants you to look at him again, the same way you did back when you were younger, more innocent.

But he's afraid. Afraid you'd look at him the same way you looked at other men. Having your eyes on him, only for you to scrunch your eyebrows and morph your face into a look of disgust. It feels too cold, too cruel it has him shivering. He looks at you with so much love and adoration, and not once has he given you such a hateful gaze. So until now that was the extent of it all. Hand reached out but never enough to reach you, as if afraid to hurt you, but more terrified to hurt himself.

The sound of fingers being snapped slowly started to fade in. "Hellooo, Scara? You were spacing out just now." You looked pretty worried, but Scara dismissed it by giving you a genuine smile. 'Good to know you still cared'

"I'm fine. We should hurry though, don't want to be late again, right?" He already took hold of your hand, giggling to himself while you gave him a confused look, but nonetheless smiled along.

He liked that look on your face. He hopes that one day you'd look at the real him that way, but right now this was enough. You were finally looking at him again, and he's able to look at you without being scared that you'd leave. He'll make sure to keep a close eye on you. He won't tear his gaze off you so easily this time.

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[break-a-neck]

I show my love by avoiding you!!<3 (I want to talk to you, but I have nothing to say. I'm scared you're gonna lose interest and leave me, so why not avoid you, to avoid getting hurt.)

[faislittlewhiteraven]

Tower of Dormont ISaT AU

Had a weird dream I figured would make a great ISaT AU if anyone wants to take a swing at it so umm, general idea:

Instead of the House being taken over by the King, instead the Favor Tree is warped into an evergrowing tower reaching up, up, up into the heavens.

Instead of the King's Curse slowly making its way across the land and Mirabelle being the 'Chosen One' to collect the orbs to stop it, it's time freezing Sadnesses raining down from the top of the Tower all over Vaugarde and surrounding countries, with heroes from all over (Euphie, Claude, various Defenders, people from other countries, etc) heading into the Tower to figure out what is happening only to never return...

And well. It looks like the end for Vaugarde, Mirabelle (having finally hit the 'I know what Euphrasie said but I've got to do something' point) has recruited Isa, Odile and Bonnie for a last ditch effort to try and stop the world from ending by Tower and...

Within the first few floors (which keep changing but kind of look like... The House of Dormont? No, that bit there looks like Odile's family home, and that room there is just like Nille's???) they find an unlocked bedroom and in that room an exhausted, terrified and near hopeless Siffrin who can barely remember anything from his life before being imprisoned here (even takes a bit to recall his name over the now despised 'Bright One') but after a bit of coaxing they admit they know a LOT about the floors ahead and might be willing to help the party reach the top of the Tower where they can put a stop to the madness going on outside but in return they must not let the King catch them (not again not again not again)...

Party are actually pretty cool with this (you know, aside from general 'is this person legit or actually an enemy?' concerns) but well, it's hard not to notice as their guide goes from barely able to fight beyond weak scissors craft and buffs to healing and every craft type under the sun. From claiming they don't know what's behind a certain door or above the next floor to explaining in detail that the prisoners in cages on the next floor are all Sadnesses, or that 'the King is coming, he hasn't realised I've left the room yet but I need something, anything, to mask my scent' (and later gets everyone to leave false trails down halls via jars of sugar and honey they picked up a few rooms previous). From claiming that the party are the only other people they've ever seen here to having near breakdowns over finding books or paintings with imagery and words that seem eerily familiar (think a book that reads like 'Claude wonders why Euphrasie and their amnesiac guide are so fussed about the walls here apparently being covered in stars? Why do stars matter anyway?'), etc.

Oh and they glow more and more with each floor which er, is probably going to make hiding from the King (who is VERY DEFINITELY after them judging from all the "Bright One, you know you are not supposed to leave you room. You do not want me angry again do you Bright One?" roaring) increasingly difficult.

...

And yeah. I don't actually know what is going on in this story beyond cool imagery due to the whole 'Literally woke up with this in my head because dream' but...

Been thinking it's kinda like an 'end game Persona series' situation where a chance friendly meeting/talk between Sif and the King right before the King's rampage would've started, led to the King to realizing he could use his Wish Craft to force the people of Vaugarde to 'wish with him' (see: escalating brainwashing madness), forcing a terrified Sif to go along with it (no brainwashing for the Bright One no, not when they were clearly sent by the Universe to be the King's guide ignore the Bright One's screams that this is wrong, that they want nothing to do with this; clearly oracles only relay the Universe's intent not share it themselves), and the current 'raining time freezing Sadnesses/Sif clearly being stuck in some weird looping variant' stuff being the result of Sif's 'Please protect Vaugarde and restore our home' wish said at the King's orders being heard by the Universe as "please Universe do whatever you can to stop all of Vaugarde- No, the world from falling under the King's control! + Someone, anyone save me! + 'immense amounts of self loathing and a desire to known and held accountable for inadvertently sparking a man made apocalypse' + Universe I wish I had people who actually cared about me/who would never only use me as a tool to save the world" and er well. The Universe had a way to 'protect everyone from the King' that would also kind of fit the King's wishes, a whole heap of power from all the brainwashed people the King was leading plus the 'meant to be repurposed' freezing all of Vaugarde in time ritual the King crafted to work from Dormont and... Yeah. Add to that people all over Vaugarde and possibly other countries 'adding' to the 'please save us' wish bank after Sif had already accidently centered it all around himself and basically both Sif's loops and the Sadness hell storm are being powered up by everyone everywhere in one huge ball of 'Hmm, I wonder if this all ends with the King getting killed or is there gonna be a big old morality question thingy post King killing at the end where Sif, upon remembering that "this is all my fault" tries to get the others to kill him which other heroes may have done (and thus triggering the loop, sending Sif back to the start possibly missing memories of them to hide away in shame/terror/etc) whereas Mira, Isa, Odile and Bonnie have gotten far too attached to this tragic, self sacrificing idiot and were willing to let the rest of the world be fully frozen for the rest of Sif's natural lifespan if it meant he could finally be free (not happy about it mind you, but like, just the 5 of them living in a quiet world until everyone else is safely freed after Sif's natural death is better than murdering someone who went through an eternity of horrors to protect a world they couldn't even remember and who's death might not even be the true answer anyway)'.

Oh and the King should basically be treated like a yandere version of the Reaper or something throughout the story (dream had way too many 'and then the King was suddenly there killing someone until Sif slashes their throat -no tears to use in this Tower alas- and from the party's perspective basically has a 'vision of the future' and/or freakout for seemingly no reason in the middle of Snack Time), while each of the many many floors of the Tower are basically due to being altered to match the minds of everyone (frozen or not) in the Tower, kinda like a Palace or P4 dungeon, due to well, Sif unconsciously wanting to learn more about them, wanting to remember/forget, possibly on some level wanting the King to how horrible this all actually is IDK (snack rooms, like the bedroom Sif was in are basically P5 saferooms but less 'area weak in cognition' and more 'Sif wishes for there to be places safe from the King and all the Sadness so there are some even if he knows he can't stay in them forever least they become prisons for him'). ...Might be nightmare floors as well? To represent Sif's terror of bad things happening to anyone he becomes attached to and wanting to be able to protect them so basically, they are accidentally making their own opposition (possibly based off of what they hear the others being afraid of/the desire to be useful to them) and I think Slay the Princess might make for great inspiration there if you need an idea of how crazy that might go~ XD

...So. Yeah. If anyone wants to use any of this for any fanfic ideas, please go ahead as I kind of would like to focus on my Selkie Au and fics for other fandoms more than this weird dream that basically took over my brain and said SHARE in caps so loud I've been stuck thinking about it ever since.

[digenerate-trash]

everybody only ever wanna talk about yan bailey…nobody wanna talk about yan avery making you cockwarm him while he sits at his desk working or suck him off while he’s on a business call…. 💔💔💔

(you're so right. wheres the love for my terrible man with all the money in the world???)

AMAB Avery | GN pc

Avery bringing you to the office as a treat for the day. He introduces you to everyone and they all comment on how polite and quiet you are. He loves that about you. You're the perfect little socialite.

Several people comment on the skirt Avery made you wear. Some even say how much it suits you with a wink. Avery's hand on your shoulder gets tighter at these responses but he's still proud and happy with you as he leads you to his office. It's flashy and nice. With a beautiful view that overlooks the shoreline. Not that you get to look at it before Avery is pulling you into his lap.

His hands reach down under the skirt his lean fingers tracing over your bare skin. His hands are cold and it makes you whimper as he slides a finger inside of you. You're barely ready for it tight and uncomfortable as Avery prepares you.

He's happy to keep fingering you as he looks over his work. Every time he hits a sweatspot you whimper and he hushes you gently. He presses more fingers in as well just to tease you and keep you spread for him. After he's satisfied with that he unzips his pants and teases your hole with his cock he leans you over his desk and takes his time pressing just the tip against you popping the head in and out of your entrance until he can't stand it anymore and he eases you on his cock.

He lets you stay like that for way too long while he works. He lets you squirm and readjust as much as you like. Avery prides himself on his self-control. As you lean back against him your face flushed. Your hands covering your mouth to stop your moans. This is much better than any date he could have taken you on. This way he gets to be entertained and continue his work.

Eventually, though he leans you forward again and starts to thrust in and out of you slowly. He presses you down into the desk by your neck and urges you to be quiet. People are working after all. Your hips are starting to get bruised with every bump against the desk and when you both finally cum you are spent. But Avery still wants more.

He pushes you down to your knees under the desk and urges your face into his crotch demanding you clean him up

"I have a meeting in here in 5 minutes. So try to be quiet."