#several shades of sadism imagines

[hellsgreatestbrainrot]

Cannibal!Vees (x Reader)

Big thanks to @valentinoappreciator for her Cannibal!Val work, Una Hermosa Noche, and gave life to the Cannibal!Val HCs here. Her fic literally got me thinking, "What if the Vees were Cannibals too?"

Trigger warnings: Cannibalism, Vees being freaks, at the end implied Cannibal!Reader too, talks about blood and flesh.

‌I personally think that out of the three of them, the one who kinda "starts" it all is Valentino. ‌

He's the type of demon that's cannibalistic for a few possible reasons: his want for someone, sense of possession, and sadism

Because, really, what better way for someone to stay with him forever than to take a bite out of them? To have them in you in ways that no one else can ever have them.

And truly, carving into flesh and branding them with his teeth and claws? It feeds so much into his possessiveness. ‌To see those marks last longer due to how severe it is? Priceless.

For the sinner to remember how he made them feel during that moment? The fear? The pain and suffering? He can moan about it.

Valentino's a wild card, and a freak. Remember how he threatened someone with a do mey show? I wouldn't put it past him to have the other V's "try" it, maybe even encourage it.‌

Velvette? She's eating her models. Specifically, she's eating past models and workers, those that have failed her and those that didn't meet the cutthroat standards she sets. ‌

Think about how she discovered this side of her during the worst fit she ever had in all her hellish life. Everything's wrong and fucked. Everyone's getting on her fucking nerves. ‌

She hurts anyone that gets in her way. Unfortunately that's how that new intern of hers, the one that can't tell her shades of red from one another, met her fate that day.‌

Imagine Velvette just staring at her blood-soaked hands and being curious? The shade of red is so, so pretty. Finally, her stupid fucking intern did something right! ‌

Surely nothing would happen if she did a little taste? No one would have to know.

‌Velvette's killing and eating the prettier models she has too, after she used them for her runway or whatever.

‌They're competition - they're too pretty, they have to go. ‌If she ate them then she can be the the prettiest one in the room, she makes sure of it.

‌Last but certainly not the least, our dear Vox, a few reasons that I see for him to be a cannibal is for power, control, and dominance.

‌The talk about him being a cannibal becomes a rumor, and he absolutely thrives in the mystery it gives him. It gives another reason for people to fear him.

‌Vox uses it as a weapon too, as a threat even. Because who the fuck's gonna mess with him now? Not only is he an Overlord, a powerful one too, and a tech demon that controls social media, he also kills and eats demons too.

‌He utilizes his cannibalism to gain power through fear. No one truly knows if it's true or not, but who's insane enough to test it? He makes sure that there's doubt to it, even when it's true. It leaves everyone wary of him.

‌And with that, he controls others and establishes dominance via killing competition and taking over whatever space they left. The more he takes out, the more space there is for him to grow.

‌Hypnotizing victims? Abso-fucking-lutely. He also makes damn sure there's no witnesses to his crimes. If there was, well, was it really that what they saw?

‌Who knows? Maybe that's even something that Vox bonded with Alastor back then? Cannibal Buddies before the Thing happened.

And with that, I present you a little blurb:

Imagine being the 4th Vee. They like you! They think you're fun to be around with, and they like hanging out with you! That's an achievement in it's own right!

But what you don't know is how much they struggle from taking a bite out of you. They smell you, you know? They just know that you'll taste divine.

You fuck them so well too, how can they not like you? So they resist the urge. But they fantasize about it.

Fantasize about the way you ask them to bite you while fuck them. Think about you forcing their mouths to your shoulder, and bite.

They often wonder how you'll feel when they accidentally bite you? Would you get mad? Would you punish them? Please say you'll do.

They want you to want it. They want you to be the first to ask. They can see it too. They can sense it. Maybe, you're just like them too.

Please say you are. They'll offer themselves too. Let either of them be your first. Let them be the first to taste you. Let them be your first taste of blood.

Let them be one with you.

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If you want more of Cannibal!Vees x Reader thing, feel free to send an ask, yeah?

Next post: Overlord!Reader x Sinner!Vees

Thank you for reading!

[shira-cosmic-star]

Just a thought

On my last HC writing. When I wrote Taiga’s part. I imagine him pouting like this dude.

If you played this game, YOU KNOW how messed up this guy is. Don’t let his cute face fool you. This game is called several shades of sadism, for a reason. XD

Just a thought, not thoughts for pennies.

[starmocha]

So freakin’ cute! He had a hoarding problem collection since then.

[sevenhottiesalltheirclothes]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEICHIRO kira AND HAPPY NEW YEAR This is an iconic pic. Also, Arithmetic comparing him to Shinji’s dad is very iconic as well. You’re a terrible dad but hbd dude

[lawscorazon]

tagteam - ace x reader

2,765 words | afab reader/femme presentation, no pronouns, but “my girl” is used | nsfw

cw: mention of alcohol, blood, violence and murder, sadism, temperature play, oral (fem receiving), creampie

summary: you and ace decide to bring a little more action into the bed room.

a/n: i have no words, just horny. i’m sorry i’ll see myself out 🚶🏾‍♀️

❦ ao3 link

The bar was alive with energy. A group of pirates had taken over the establishment, celebrating a recent victory. They were chanting, singing, and the drinks were flowing endlessly. You were familiar with the group -  the Jet Pirates was their name if you recall correctly - they were infamous in the Grand Line. And there was their pirate captain, Jet Marcus, licking the salt off your fingers before shooting his tequila shot, you raised the lime to his mouth for him to suck.

He was a rugged yet handsome man, with a raised scar over his right eye presumably from a knife or dagger. His dark curly hair was slicked back with one lone curl falling over his forehead. He was dressed handsomely as well, wearing a black tailored suit with an emerald green dress shirt that was unbuttoned slightly, revealing his burly chest that was adorned with several gold necklaces. His energy was heavy and menacing, but the perceived danger was incredibly alluring. He sat next to you in a red leather booth in the dimly lit corner of the bar with his arm wrapped behind you, resting on the back cushion.

“Have a drink with me,” he purred into your ears, with dark gravel and thickly accented voice. The sudden warmth on your neck caused goosebumps to spread over your skin. He raised a finger stacked with jewel-studded rings up to your face to gently push your hair out of your eyes.

You nodded and the brooding man beckoned one of his crewmates over to bring you a pint of ale. He took the wooden mug, then raised the bottle to your lips.

“Drink.”

You obeyed, wrapping your lips around the wooden rim, taking in the nutty liquid with a subtle sweetness. The fizzy drink tickled its way down your throat and a warm buzz started to spread its way through your body. Marcus watched you intently, admiring your beauty. Your lips were tinted the perfect shade of red, the rest of your makeup was chic and minimal. You wore your hair loose and curly in its natural state, falling perfectly to accentuate your cheekbones. His eyes moved down to trace the curves of your body; your breasts, your waist, your thighs. He loved the way the black velvet fabric clung to your figure, leaving nothing to the imagination.

His trance was broken as he noticed the golden liquid spilling from the corner of your lips and down your neck, trailing into the cleavage of your little black dress. He removed the drink from your lips to lean in and trail his tongue up the streak and left a wet kiss on your jaw. You grabbed the man’s head, leaning into him, humming in appreciation.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar orange cowboy hat exit the bar.

You turned toward the pirate, placing a delicate hand on his chest. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” you posed, whispering seductively into his ear and tugging at his gold hoops with your teeth. “It’s a little loud in here, don’t you think?” A wicked grin emerged at his lips. He grabbed your wrist, dragging from the booth and out of the bar, excusing himself from the festivities.

You ushered him through the dark streets of the town to the small motel that you were staying at. You climbed the stairs quickly and found your room on the second floor. You opened the door and rushed inside, locking it behind you and flicking on the lights. As soon as the door closed, Marcus was all over you. He grabbed and groped at your body, kneading your ass in his firm hands. His lips crashed into yours and he walked you further into the room towards the bed. He broke the kiss and pushed you back onto the mattress, almost knocking the air out of your lungs. He towered over you, removing his jacket and throwing it on a chair in the corner. He stared down at you with hungry eyes, surveying you as if you were his prey and he was about to go in for the kill. You watched up at the dangerous man lecherously, nibbling your bottom lip. The sense of imminent danger sent chills down your spine and straight to your core that was already beginning to dampen your panties.

He crouched down onto the bed, dragging you into his clothed crotch by your thighs. He pushed your dress up over your ass, and hooked his fingers to remove your underwear. You held your hands over his, stopping him from proceeding further.

“I’m not a patient man, sweetheart. What are you waiting for?” he growled, becoming irritated at your reluctance.

You looked past his shoulder and giggled as you saw your boyfriend, Ace, mosey out of the bathroom. Marcus started to turn his head to follow your gaze, but Ace yanked him by the collar causing him to choke, and then smashed his head into the footboard of the bed.

“What the fuck??” Marcus yelled in confusion at the sudden ambush, clutching his hand in his head.

Ace dragged his body to the floor and began to beat the shit out of him. The man tried to fight his way out, but Ace had held him with a boot on his chest and death drip around his neck.

“Jet Marcus, you son of a bitch.” he grunted, continuously landing punches to the other pirate’s face. “First you steal from me, and now, you want to steal my girl?”

Marcus choked and gasped in pain, flailing under him, unable to defend himself having been caught in such a compromised state. From the bed, your view of his body was hidden, but you watched as Ace continued to strike him, warmth pooling between your legs.

Ace was laughing hysterically and his face contorted into a demented grin. “I told you that I’d find you and that I’d kill you. This will be the last time you steal from me you  fucking. piece of. shit.” He enunciated his words in time with his punches. His fist lit up in flames to deliver the final blow, killing the pirate.

He shot up from his previous position, flicking his dark hair out of his face. His bare chest heaved as he started to steady his breath. He hoisted his black cargo shorts back onto his hips and adjusted his hat to hang behind his neck. Noticing the blood pooling out of his knuckles, he raised his hand to his mouth to kiss it off and caught your gaze out of the corner of his eye.

“Whew,” he exhaled, letting out a small chuckle, “I got a little carried away there.”

He kicked the body away from the bed and flashed you his million-dollar smile before crawling on the mattress to meet you and pulling you onto your knees in a searing kiss. You moaned into his mouth and allowed his tongue to slip between your lips, the metallic taste spurred you on.

The Ace you just saw was so vastly different from the Ace you were experiencing now. Seeing him so enraged with passion was incredibly arousing and he looked so sexy while doing it. The way his muscles flexed, the grunting, the anger. You burned the memory in your brain and even recalling it now made your core clench around nothing. You needed him. Now.

But not here.

“We should go before his men show up,” you advised between peppered kisses. You pulled away and Ace pouted at the loss.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d take you right here in front of him” he sneered, motioning his head over to the dead man mere feet away from you.

He gave your ass a quick smack before pulling down your dress and taking you by the hand. Together you ran out of the motel and down the street towards the dock to the Spadille where the rest of the Spade pirates were already looting the Jet’s ship. Ace dragged you by the hand onto the ship, acknowledging his crew with a wave, before disappearing into the captain’s quarters.

He closed the door and pulled you in his arms, snaking his hands around your waist and grabbing at every inch of you.

“You did so well, baby, thank you for helping me. You should be an actress,” he praised, grabbing your face and placing a kiss on your lips. “And watching you almost fuck that guy was kinda hot. We might have to experiment with that sometime,” he added with a waggle of his eyebrows. You laughed at his quip, and pulled him into another kiss, picking up where you left off at the motel.

As you made out, the two of you quickly started undressing, hat and shoes discard leaving a trail as Ace backed you further into the room. He brought you to a nearby desk and hoisted you up on it, you gasped at the sudden movement. He continued to kiss you feverishly, moaning in your mouth.

“You look so fucking sexy, right now. I would let you lead me to my death any day,” he continued to praise between kisses. He pulled your dress over your ass and squeezed it firmly.

He began to travel his kisses down to your neck, sucking on it harshly and soothing it with soft licks, causing you to gasp in pleasure. He pulled the straps of your dress down to kiss along your collarbones and slid the rest of it down to pool at your waist, uncovering your breasts. He took one of them in his mouth and began circling his tongue around your pert nipple and took the other one in his hand to knead it firmly. You let out a hiss at the sudden pleasure, tangling his hair in your fingers to hold him there. He released your breast with a lewd pop and moved to grab the fabric pooling at your waist and pull it off of you, you lifted yourself slightly to help him.

He then kneeled between your legs, opening them slightly, and placed a kiss over your clothed heat. You bucked into his face, silently begging him for more.

“Someone’s antsy,” he teased, his voice muffled between your thick thighs. He hooked his fingers over the band of your panties, pulling them away from you before incinerating them, the black ashes of what was your underwear floating in the air. You yelped at the sudden flash of heat before it dissipated.

“Ace, what the fuck?” you scolded, smacking the back of his head, half irritated and half turned on. That was the tenth pair of underwear that he’s destroyed. You might as well go commando at this point.

He looked up at you playfully and shrugged. “What? They were in my way.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but you choked on your words feeling Ace’s tongue run a slow stripe through your lips, when he reached the top, he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked gently. Your head fell back and you exhaled a long moan. You’d forgive him for now.

As he continued making out with your clit, he slid his fingers through your lips, playing in your slick before slipping into you slowly. You hummed in response, returning your hand to his hair. You felt his fingers warm up as he started fingering you, igniting the nerves in your already sensitive walls further. Him and those damn devil fruit powers would be the death of you… Your moans filled the room. Intense pressure was building in your belly but it wasn’t enough to send you over the edge. You needed more.

“Ace,” you whined, pulling on his hair, “please.”

He removed his fingers and his lips from you. “You’re really not gonna let me take my time with you, are ya?”

He stood up, leaning in to kiss you, but you’d had enough. You were aching and in need of release. The alcohol in your system and the thrill of your escapade had your nerves firing up, the adrenaline still coursing through you, heightening all your senses. Each touch felt absolutely electric over your body and it was driving you mad with lust.

You pushed him away from you and hopped off the desk, your legs wobbling a little as you hit the ground. Ace fell back onto the floor into the side of the bed. He looked up at you with confusion and anticipation, a devilish grin pulled at his lips, studying your body as you swaggered over to him. You kneeled before him on the ground, your deft fingers making quick work of his belt buckle. He looked down at you with amazement. Seeing your need making you act so boldly made him painfully hard. Together you worked to wriggle his cargo shorts off his slender hips and his body. His erection sprung up, hitting his stomach.

You scooched up to straddle his body. Taking him in your hand, you slowly sank onto his length, your eyes fixed on your boyfriend. You both moaned at the feeling of your bodies meshing together. You reveled in the agonizing pleasure of him slowly splitting you open inch by inch. Your movements stilled once you had taken all of him, letting yourself relax around him. His dick throbbed with anticipation against your tight walls. Once the sting had dissipated, you began rolling your hips against his. Ace groaned at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him and squeezing him oh-so tight. It took all of his willpower to not grab your waist and begin rutting into you.

He let out a string of curses as you sped up, grinding against him harder and faster. You grabbed onto his shoulders for stability and his hands snapped to your waist. His fingers dug into you in a deliciously painful way as he guided your movements, eyes fixed on where your bodies met. He rested his head on your chest and screwed shut reveling in the pleasure of your tight, wet heat.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” he panted.

He slid down further against the side of the bed, tilting his hips slightly. You gasped at the new angle. His was dick dragging against your walls grazing that certain spot that had you seeing stars. You felt the pressure in your belly increase, so close to exploding.

Ace was not far from you. He picked his head up to rest it on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you tightly. Lifting you slightly, he began fucking into you at a torturous pace, grunting through his clenched teeth. You stared into his eyes, wrapping one arm around his neck and the other placed on his freckled chest clawing long red scratches on him that he would wear proudly like a battle scar. Wanton moans escaping your lips, shallow and hurried.

“Fuck, Ace, I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, eyes glassy from all the intense pleasure that you’re feeling.

“Cum with me,” he said, staring lovingly into your eyes, before locking his lips with yours.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as the two of you chased your orgasms. The pressure in your belly was building, and building, and building. Your mind flashed back to just a few moments ago when Ace had killed Jet as you watched from the bed, squeezing your thighs together trying to suppress your arousal. The feral grunts, the bloodthirsty look in his eye, the way his muscles flexed, the way he flipped his damp hair out of his face smugly. He was so fucking sexy.

You snapped out of your stupor as Ace rammed into your G spot in rapid succession. You instantly exploded around him, cumming and squirting all over his lap, practically screaming. With your walls choking his dick, his hips stuttered out a few more sloppy thrusts before releasing into you, shamelessly crying out your name.

You stayed there tangled into each other for a while, chests heaving, and his cum leaking from where the two of you connected, mixing with your own. Feeling himself soften, he pulled out of you. He gently peeled your arms from around him and laced his fingers with your own. You looked up at him in complete bliss admiring the face of the man that you loved. He placed a soft kiss on your lips and flashed another wide smile.

“We make a great team, huh, firefly?” he said finally, “If we’re gonna fuck like this every time, we should do this more often.”

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[risarchives]

“(…) we can just fall asleep together, like e’laetum and min’ara did.”

gavin, in his Baking a Cake With Your Incubus Boyfriend audio, mentioned that they're figures from an empathy daemon bedtime story, but he also mentioned that they may have been based on real people at some point. as years progressed, they turned more into ideas that help empathy daemons find purpose.

i had a thought, though. what if those mentioned names belonged to very old empathy daemon— or, generally, just demon— gods who had somehow passed away? fell asleep together? died together? can you imagine caelum and freelancer following their paths and filling in their positions— falling asleep together? dying together? (not romantically!)

freelancer and caelum are best defined by their empathy and compassion all throughout their storylines. when caelum’s rift took him to a place full of pain and suffering, he entered and tried to save the two humans stuck in the cruelty of a sadism demon. when xavier died, freelancer's first instinct was to approach him. not a single thought about the shades getting to them and eventually draining their life force.

they both fall into the archetype of a caregiver. their self-given and almost innate mission is to care for others in all the ways they usually can't/wouldn't for themselves. a caregiver’s weakness can either be as small (not really) as being exploited, or be as severe and harmful as living in martyrdom, or perhaps, dying for it.

if e’laetum and min’ara really did die together for a reason somehow directly connected to their empathy, then it can also be possible for caelum and the freelancer by the end (...hmm...) of the entire plotline. hopefully not, but if it goes so like this, it would, i think, be beautiful as it would resemble a poem and its rhythm. a cycle that never ends. a sand timer that never runs out of both sand and time. two hearts that never failed to beat for the right reasons.

[dabisspouse]

Wow, never expected Rei to be a good dancer 😂

[fandom-collective-writers]

Grand Piano

Fandom: Several Shades of Sadism

Pairing: Mei Tarantino x MC  

Prompt: MC hugs Mein in her sleep and mumbles Mei… I love… you.

Warning: Unrequited Love, jealousy

Word Count: 835

Requested by: @sagaralisa @ikemen-discord-writers

Author: @kiarigirl-blog

Summary: Mei realizes he is in love with his concierge and that, that love comes at a price.  Will his love ever be returned or is he destined to lose the woman he loves?

A / N: I wrote this while listening to Die A Happy Man and Drunk on You when I wrote this.

She looked like a vision in her peach and mauve dress.  The way she had pulled her hair back, leaving twin curls framing her face, made my lips stretch wide.  I couldn’t tear my eyes from her.  She turned to face me and I could see a sparkle in her emerald eyes.  Her brows lifted questioning me about how she looked.

“You’re passable, I guess.”  I couldn’t tell her how I really felt.  

A loud knock from the hall filled the room, alerting us that her date had arrived. I felt a knot grow in the pit of my stomach.  She slid her hand over the knob and opened the door, revealing the last person I wanted to see.  

“Oh hell yeah, you look good enough to eat,” Minami purred.  His eyes ravaged my concierge like a hungry predator.  He noticed me at the piano and smirked.  “Hey Mei-Mei, don’t wait up for us.  I plan to keep her out until late.”

My brows knit as I scowled at my older brother as his fingers slid up her arm.  I hid my face, turning to look at the keys of the piano.  “Whatever.  Just keep her if you want,” I bluffed.  I fingered the keys, dismissing them both.  What I really wanted to do was tell her not to go or lock her away so no one else could have her but me.  

“Goodnight, Mr. Mei.”  Her voice flowed sweet, reminding me of melted honey.  

The door closed behind her and my fingers lifted from the piano.  My head shook and lips twisted into a sorrowful frown while staring after the closed door.  She had cast a magic over me, leaving me incapable of keeping her at bay.  Even the littlest things she did were amazing, so why did I let her leave with Minami?  

A pain planted itself in my heart, growing into a tree of anguish.  I resisted the temptation to race after her and confess my feelings for her.  Doubt sprung up and my head dropped into my cupped hands.  “She’s a sweet person.  No way could she be interested in me,” I mused with a frown.  “Beside’s she is my concierge and she’s so professional.”  

Time ticked away, leaving me and Lady Rachmaninoff alone in the suite.  I filled the otherwise soundless hours playing the piano.  Every song reminded me of the one-sided love I felt for the only woman I had ever loved.  When I could no longer endure the haunting melancholy any longer, I gave up and headed to bed.  

I was awaken from slumber as a long slender arm slithered over my chest.  The fog of peaceful dreams ebbed away bringing to light the realization that the hand that rested against me belonged to her.  I placed my hand over hers.  My fingers entwined around hers for what seemed like an eternity.  I couldn’t tell if it was a dream or some cruel joke, but I knew I didn’t want it to end.  I placed my head back against my pillow, ready to go back to sleep.

Her purrs escaped and danced upon the wind like fairy dust.  I knew she talked in her sleep, giving away her secrets to any who would listen.  It was just one thing I loved about her.  My eyes closed as her melodic and mumbled lullaby soothed me.

“Mei..,” she whimpered as if trapped in a dream.  “I love… you.”  A midnight confession, slipped free to torment my aching heart.  She wouldn’t remember it come morning and it would be, for me, an unfulfilled dream.

I drug her fingers to my lips, kissing the back of her hand.  She deserved to hear how I felt and even if only for my peace of mind, I answered her confession.  “I love you too, my sweet one.”

Golden beams of sun wiggled through the gossamer curtains, illuminating the bed.  My hand shielded my eyes as they opened, finding she was curled up behind me.  I hesitated to let go of her hand, fearing she’d never let me hold her again.  

Her voice trickled over soft lips on a journey towards my ear.  “O-oh.  Good morning, Mr. Mei.”  She pressed tighter to my back, hugging me like a mama bear to her cub.  “Did… did you mean what you said last night or was I dreaming?”  A hint of fear skirted through her voice.  

Turning, I looking at the uncertainty that etched her lips.  “Shall I repeat myself?  I love you and  I want no one else to have you either.”  I paused, hoping that my confession would bring a smile to her face.  “It pained me to see you leave with Minami last night.”

She pressed her lips against mine, kissing me with a passion I never imagined she would show me.  When her lips left mine, I pulled her into my chest.  “Say you will always be by my side and I promise to make you happy.”

“I will Mr. Mei.  I will.”

[ohtomatotome]

These are a few of my favorite things

I am preparing to grieve the loss of two elderly people who are very close to me. 

I wondered what it would be like to have a few of my favorite otome suitors trying to comfort me as I wept.

I was slightly surprised at who my heart was telling me to stay. Poor Makoto. I didn’t 100% expect Robert or Al, but now I know they belonged there. Kind Mitsunari’s presence just made sense. Of course I knew Sasuke would be there, without a doubt.

I stood alone on a featureless plane. Sadness weighed heavy on my heart. I was soon going to lose two important people in my life. My throat clenched, dry and tight, as a soundless sob choked its way out of my chest. My eyes, already red and puffy from hours of crying, stung once more with fresh tears as memories of these two wonderful people swam to my consciousness.

I had had enough enough of sobbing alone. I wanted a hug. I wanted to be held and soothed. I wanted comfort.

Every suitor from Midnight Cinderella and Ikemen Sengoku slowly took form in front of my swollen eyes. There was even some characters from other games I play, such as Rei from Several Shades of Sadism, Takasugi from Destined to Love, and Makoto from Decoding Desire. 

A nervous giggle escaped me as I mentally shook my head at my overactive imagination. No, no. This was NOT going to turn into a smut fic. LOL

There were so many of them. Only half of them looked as if they actually wanted to be there.

A doorway materialized on the plane. I nodded politely to the most obvious ones who needed to leave. Out walked Alyn, Yukimura, Nico, Hideyoshi, Louis, Masamune, Byron, Ieyasu, Leo, Kenshin, Kennyo, Mitsuhide, Rayvis, Takasugi, and Rei. “No offense, boys.” I thought to them kindly. The door closed behind them

The remaining men looked at me expectantly.

Sid was the first to speak up. “Eh, what she usually wants from me ain’t comfort, I’ll tell ya that.” He looked at me with tenderness and understanding. “I’m not worried, princess. I know yer in good hands. I want ya to feel better. These fellas are pretty good at that. Well -- “ He shot a warning glance at Nobunaga and Giles, and raised an incredulous eyebrow at Makoto. “-- Most of ‘em are, anyway.”

He opened the door and walked out, leaving it open for more to follow as if a hint to the others.

Giving a disgruntled “Hrmph” and coming close to me, Nobunaga said in a low rumble so only I could hear, “In order for me to comfort you, I would need further explanation to understand what you need. This … soothing you require is too new to me. Only recently have I learned how to please you, tease you, get you to laugh, and make you cry out in delight. I have never once had to stop your cries of distress or tears of sadness. You seem in need of ... immediate relief. This I cannot give.” His proud eyes were washed over with a look of regret and pain for a moment before placing his hands on either side of my head and bending down to kiss the top of my hair gently. It was the most gentle kiss I had ever received from that man. It made my tears flow harder. For the briefest instant, he looked uncomfortable and out of his element. He turned and swept out of the room before he exhibited any further unfamiliar and weak emotions.

Giles cleared his throat. “Farewell, your highness.” He bowed gracefully and walked towards the door. He turned back and gave me an achingly sweet smile. “I am aware that I am not the best man for the task at hand. It grieves me to leave, but it would pain me further to stay and watch another man comfort you.” With that, he left the room.

Makoto had his arms folded and I could see his knuckles had turned white from gripping his lab coat sleeves so tightly. He stared hard at the floor while he stammered, “I d-d-don’t want to leave, ______. B-b-but I have no way to c-c-comfort you that isn’t selfish f-f-feeling. That’s not what you need right now. I d-d-don’t want to see you hurt …. but I c-c-can’t make you f-f-feel b-b-better, either. You d-d-don’t like it when I’m ... jealous ... and I d-d-don’t want to give you any other reason to be s-s-sad or angry. So I’ll leave. Unless … you want me to s-s-stay, ______.”  He dropped his arms to his sides, turned towards the door and slowly walked away.

I sighed and called out to him, “Makoto. You don’t have to leave. Your hugs do make me feel better. I promise you that I like them as much as you do. But if you feel like you’d be uncomfortable or awkward, then don’t force yourself to stay. I’ll still love you no matter what.”

Makoto turned back to look at me, his eyes shining bright through that unruly mop of hair. “Really? You’d s-s-still love me after b-b-being with these … “ His gaze swept the room, taking in the four gorgeous men. I could tell he was comparing himself to them and felt he didn’t measure up. “... these g-g-guys?” He gave me a sad smile. “I’ll c-c-come ch-ch-check on you later. When you’re alone. I love you, ______.” He shuffled out the door slowly, in a defeated way.

The door softly swung closed and dematerialized from sight.

I looked around at the men still present. I wiped my eyes and sniffed. The tears seemed to have stopped for the moment.

Robert was looking at the floor, his eyebrows pulled together -- whether in concern or thought, I wasn’t certain. His hands were one moment folded in front of him, and then rubbing the back of his neck the next moment. He raked a hand through his hair and let out an nearly imperceptible sigh.  He never looked up from the floor.

Sasuke was as still as a tree, every muscle ready to come to my side and embrace me in a crushing hug. But he stayed rooted to his spot, his body tense, his face taut but expressionless. His eyes never left my face. He waited for something.

The corners of Mitsunari’s mouth were curved up slightly in the tiniest saddest smile I had ever seen. His eyes were begging at me to let him near. It almost broke my heart to look at him. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a bit restless and wishing to be useful.

Albert stood at attention with his hands clasped behind his back. His fingernails bit into his palm as he clenched and unclenched his fists. His face was the very picture of discomfort. He stared straight ahead, only once ever looking my way. He immediately blinked, cleared his throat and returned his steadfast gaze in front of him.

I hadn’t been looking in Robert’s direction, so I didn’t notice that he had moved to stand behind me. He wrapped his long arms around the front of my chest and pulled my back gently into his chest. “We’re here, ______.” He propped his chin on my shoulder and leaned his head against mine. “We are all here for you, my dearest.”

I sunk into the warmth of his chest and let my head rest against his. “Oh, Robert,” I sighed his name.

Mitsunari couldn’t wait any longer. He bounded forward and extended his arms as if he wanted to hug me, but he looked perplexed. Stopping a hand-span from me, he looked behind me, “Ah, Mr. Branche? Can you adjust a bit so I can also hold her, please?” He pointed to Robert’s arm around my left shoulder.

Robert looked slightly bemused at Mitsunari’s suggestion, then acquiesced and removed his arm. I felt the absence of its warmth. He snaked it in front of my torso and hugged me around my waist. The sensation made me close my eyes in contentment.

Mitsunari moved in close and looped his arm around my left shoulder where Robert’s hand had just been, bringing back the warmth. Then he slid his other arm around my back, in between Robert and me. He gave me a somewhat triumphant look and his smile grew wider. “Is that okay, ______-sama?”

I opened my eyes to see Mitsunari’s vivid violet eyes peering earnestly into mine. I nodded. “Mm-hmm. It’s fine, Mitsu-kun.”

There was a twinkle in his eyes as he said, “You know, _____-sama, a hug received is only as good as the hug given in return.” He tapped my left arm which was hanging loose at my side.

I took the hint and placed it around his back. He stepped in closer and laid his head on my left shoulder. Giving a feather-light sound somewhere between a sigh and a whimper, he said “Ahhhh, that’s so much better, hm?”

With Robert’s head on my right shoulder and Mitsunari’s on my left, being hugged from front and back, I felt cocooned in warmth and love.

I felt Robert move his right hand from my shoulder and trail it down my arm. He intertwined his fingers in mine and gently closed his hand around mine. He brought my hand up to his mouth and kissed each knuckle one at a time. I relaxed even more and exhaled the breath I didn’t even realize I had been holding.

Sasuke was suddenly in my line of sight, standing a couple of feet behind Mitsunari. When had he moved? I had never heard him. That’s a ninja for you, I guess.

His face, usually devoid of expression, was now tight with emotion. His lips were pulled in a thin line and his eyes looked pained. “______.”  His voice. My name. All it took was one word spoken by my beloved, and my tears leaked out my eyes and trickled down my cheeks. My left arm had been hugging Mitsunari. I let go of his jacket and extended my hand out to Sasuke in a silent plea to have him hold it. I desperately needed his touch, too.

Sasuke moved swiftly forward and grasped my hand in both of his. He caressed it and then brought the back of my hand to his lips, all the while never breaking eye contact with me. My crying continued, but it seemed more bearable now that he was touching me. I gripped his fingers and mouthed the words “I love you.” He held up my hand so that my palm was against his cheek. He nodded. That was enough for me. I closed my eyes against the flow of tears and tried to enjoy the moment of bliss that was surrounding me.

“Hmm, _____-sama? Your arm is no longer around me. That means this is only half a hug.” I heard Mitsunari say in a plaintive tone.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that Sasuke’s gaze had hardened a bit in annoyance at Mitsunari’s whining.

Suddenly, an authoritative -- but strained-sounding -- voice spoke up. “Stop being childish and selfish. We are all here because Princess _____ wishes our company. If you are going to act out of jealousy, you can leave just as that sad unkempt man did. You will either provide the comfort necessary or you will move aside so another may attempt to soothe her.”

After Al’s admonishment, Mitsunari nuzzled my shoulder with his cheek and tightened his embrace around my lower back. “Please forgive me, _____-sama, for being selfish. I only want to make you feel better. But I get carried away when my body is this close to yours. I’m sorry.”

I couldn’t turn my head to look at Al, so I had no idea what sort of expression he had on his face. But I wanted to know how he was feeling. He had been standing so far away this entire time.

“Al? I am relieved you stayed. But why did you, if all you were going to do is stay over there?”

I heard boots softly make there way towards our little cuddle huddle. He stayed obstinately out of my view, but I heard his voice come from just a couple of feet away. “Princess ______, you are already being …. embraced by two gentleman, and a third is holding your only free hand. Where would you suggest I fit in?” He scoffed.

The emotion and longing I heard behind his words made new tears sting my eyes. It was then that I felt my knees buckle. I hadn’t realized how long we have been standing until then. I sagged a little bit as Robert held me more tightly against him to help support me. I regained my balance just as I heard him suggest from behind me. “Perhaps we should let her rest.”

A large bed materialized beside us.

“Oh no. It’s not turning into THAT sort of story.” I silently scolded myself.

Robert kissed my temple while gently squeezing my hand. “My dearest loveliest ______. You had better sit down or lie down. We’ll watch over you so you can get some rest.” He slid his arm away from my waist and let go of my hand.

Mitsunari took the absence of Robert as an opportunity to give me a proper two-arm bear hug. He squeezed me and hummed softly as he rocked me a moment before releasing me. As he pulled back, he kissed my cheek. His expressive eyes were saying so many things all at once, I couldn’t keep up with the silent conversation he was trying to have with me. All he said out loud was “I’m here for you whenever you need me, ____-sama.” He took a step back, but bumped into Sasuke. “Oh, I beg your pardon, Sasuke-dono.” He bowed his head and moved out of the way.

Sasuke was still firmly holding onto my hand. Looking at our joined hands, I broke out into the first big smile I’ve worn in days.  He silently closed the distance, dropping his grip on my hand. He wrapped one arm around my waist, and gently held his other hand around the back of my neck. He pulled me to him and cradled my head to his chest. He gave a wordless murmur so soft I could feel the vibrations of his vocal chords more than hear any actual sound. He looked to Al and gave a slight nod.

Both of them simultaneously adjusted their glasses.

Sasuke softly said “_____.” Again, I melted at the sound of his voice saying my name. “We’ll hold you until you fall asleep. Come.”

I lifted my head and reached my arms around his neck and kissed his perfect mouth. I pulled away a sliver of an inch and mumbled against his lips “I can’t think of anything else I’d like better at this moment. Thank you, Sasuke. I’d love to rest.”

I looked over at Al, who had removed his bulky uniform coat and boots. He was standing near the bed, ready to lie down after me.

Sasuke had let go my waist and went to the other side of the bed.

I looked around for Mitsunari and Robert, but they had left the room.

Sasuke was lying on his left side and holding the sheet up for me to get in next to him. I looked down at myself and saw I was now wearing the most comfortable pajamas ever. Not sexy lingerie by any stretch of the imagination. But romance was the furthest thing from my mind right now. I simply wanted to be held and comforted by these 2D men who had built a place for themselves in my heart.

I climbed into bed, snuggling up to Sasuke and nuzzling my cheek against his chest. His warmth and scent were exactly what I craved right now.

Behind me I could feel Al inching towards me on the mattress.

My heartbeat started to increase as this situation was opening up new ideas in my imagination.

I repeated to myself in my head “No. This is NOT going to be one of THOSE stories.”

Al slid his hand around the front of my stomach and come to a stop where it was comfortable for the both of us. I could feel his warm breath washing over my neck and ear in a measured rhythm.

Sasuke slung his arm around my hip and moved his body closer. He put his lips to my forehead and didn’t move them for many seconds. I felt a drop of wetness spill onto my forehead. Was he crying on my behalf? My arm shot out from where it had been resting between us, and I quickly wrapped it firmly around his back and hugged him tight.

“I love you. Thank you. I love you so much.”

I thought I would start crying all over again. However, the tears didn’t fall. Perhaps I was all cried-out for the time being. All I knew is that I was feeling thoroughly comforted, and right now the only thing I wanted was to fall asleep surrounded by this delicious feeling of love and support.

...It could turn into one of the THOSE stories when we woke up, I lazily thought as I drifted off to sleep.

[minamisconcierge]

Awwww, all of these scenerios of MC being pregnant/having a baby are so cute! ...but how about one where she has a miscarriage? Bring on the angst/hurt/comfort, please!

Feel more pain meow. 

Chiaki

At the news, he’s just shocked

Stares at you straightfaced and stoic but you can tell gears in his head are grinding and you can see that the usual spark in his eye is gone

After you’re walking out of the ultrasound room, he’s still holding you closely by your waist but doesn’t say anything as you’re both headed back to the car

When you’re back in the suite, he tries to comfort you but he’s literally the worst at it

Wipes away the dried tears on your face but he can’t say anything still

Entirely unsure how to comfort you, he chooses silence, but to stay in your presence

When you’re in bed after the long day, he just crawls in after you and slides up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close

Silently comforts you just by existing and holding you

“Hey.” First words that he says to you after all of that before he turns you to face him, to give you a sweet and loving kiss.

“We’ll get through this. I love you.”

Toma

angry

very , very angry

he feels like it’s his fault because he didn’t take care of you well enough 

even though the fault can’t necessarily be placed on anyone, toma just wants to take it all on himself and he’s just very frustrated

furiously takes care of you like, he’s going to make sure you don’t have to do anything at all

gives you as much time as you need off

when he sees you crying afterwards, just any time about it his heart just sinks and he feels so much pain

cradles you in his arms often and soothes you with soft words and his presence

Shizuka

the pain that he feels is so outwardly and you can see it

and all the people that’re hiring him can see it, his eye bags are so prominent and you can tell that he’s just not eating well either

it’s affecting you hard, but you can tell it’s affecting him harder.

he wasn’t anticipating being a father, but the fact that it was going to happen, he’d prepared himself so much, but to have it all taken away just like that?

he’s absolutely crushed and it just pains him so much

he tries to isolate himself from you but you can’t be alone, not after losing what you guys made together

and you find him in the living room and just curl up next to him

almost ashamed to hold you or anything but you insist and just force yourself into his arms with pleading eyes and just

sob together because it all hurts so much..

Minami

speechless and unprepared

walks out immediately of the room that you told him in and you’re trying to go after him but he’s just too fast, and he manages to get out of your sight

he’s off to new york, or somewhere else again and completely trying to block the image / thought from his mind

slips back into his own selfish ways 

the only way he knows how to deal with pain is to run away from it

would have to be called back by his brothers and would be reminded of your existence

he probably wouldn’t be super selfish though?

he’d take you with him and try to help you cope through the pain

make sure you’re happy

make sure you’re not going to lose anything again and give you everything that you need

Mei

he’s angry too and probably blaming himself

inadvertently blames you because he’s just fucking horrible with words and explaining things

just unsure how to deal with the emotions in general

like is he angry? is it your fault? is it his? could he have done anything to make it better?

Logically, he knows all the answers to these questions but with all these emotions flooding him he’s just unprepared and unsure

locks up while trying to play piano and just can’t and it’s just such a detriment and so heavy on his heart

Rei

tries to stay strong around you

you realize he’s giving you that smile that he’s giving everyone where it never really reaches his eyes

and he’s just acting the way that he does around his clients and is just calm and (obviously) faking it

tries to comfort you and to take your mind off things

takes you driving often and just steals you away off to the ocean or places that you can just be alone together and quiet and just reflect together

wants to talk what the future will bring them when you’re ready, and for the first time since the miscarriage you can see that smile that touches his eyes and it just warms your heart from the cold that you feel inside after so long

[starmocha]

Please. My heart can’t take anymore of this cuteness.

[danieyells]

I picked up Arithmatic's app that I think has/is supposed to have several of their dating sims on it and sss--maybe an older version because it's nit presenting the opportunity to put in my referral code and is also missing Chiaki and Minami's sequels?--is on it so i figured i'll do another route that I'm less drawn to on it, if only to check it out.

I'm a hell of a fan of jerkass-possibly-abusive sadistic options in dating sims so i'm less drawn to murayama than the others. . .so i figured i'd check out his route, no spending money if i could avoid my impulse control.

I'm getting the feeling he. he may be the yandere one? Not sure yet but i'm getting a. . .'something is off and he's a little off when he's upset' vibe. Nothing like Haiji in WW yet but. Getting a vibe.

Most importantly uh THIS ROUTE IS HOW THE GAME SHOULD BE GOING

in murayama's route the MC is everybody's concierge rather than chosing one. And most of them seem openly attracted to her, or at least are openly interested in either pulling her away from Murayama(as you immediately start off in a fake-dating scenario) or teasing them about their relationship and, in the case of Chiaki, scoffing and going "I'm WAY better than that guy." Monogamy is for the birds and I want a harem route in every game goddamn it. I swear if i ever make a dating sim. . . .

ANYWAY THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD BE. I WANT MAIN CHARACTER RELATIONSHIP SYNDROME AT ALL TIMES I WANT EVERYONE TO WANT THE MC BECAUSE IT'S WAY MORE FUN THAT WAY.

Anyway between that, Murayama being different than I expected, and that there's already been some Serious Drama and I'm only in I think chapter 3(she??? Nearly dies???????), I'm much more into Murayama's chapter than I anticipated already. I mean everyone is given a sadist label, even down to their I think 12???? Year old little brother("bro-con" or "chiaki-obsessed" sadist lmao), save for the head concierge whose labeled as just 'An Angel' so I knew Murayama had to have something going for him on that front--that everyone is sadistic in some capacity is kind of the point of it being Several Shades of Sadism--but. I wasn't expecting to be as interested as I am.

I'm still gonna focus on Minami's sequel when I finish stuff on my main but. Murayama's proven an interest. Imagine that.

[mardi-aesthetics]

Ok, here it is. My problem with Love, Simon. First of all, my ex really loved it. Sike! No, that's not a reason why I dislike the movie, I'm not that salty hunty. No. I dislike this movie for a multitude of reasons, all of which come down to a few certain key points, which I'm about to share. I should say at the beginning however that I don't totally dislike this film; it was... okay. Just not the best, for me at least. I should also say that my opinions as a gay man do not reflect the opinions of any other gay men, my voice is mine alone, and WE AREN'T ALL THE SAME BRUH! Just kidding! Well, about the shouting. Not having the same opinions is real talk. It has been my experience as an avid book-reader that movies made from books can be awful (we're looking at you, The Lightnign Thief). But sometimes, they can be divine (Harry Potter series, Divergent series). This however... Is so very appropriately underwhelming.

Number 1}: Why now?! This movie has been praised for several reasons, foremost among them is it's breathtakingly lovely stroytelling (I think Titanic had a better story, though a more depressing one). People all across the globe adore this movie for its seeming originality, and I'm not entirely convinced. There have been a load (get it?) of other, much greater sotries involving LGBT characaters; the books written by Rick Riordan is one luscious example. Queer As Folk and The Perks of Being A Wallflower is another. I should point out that though the film for Perks was made in 2013, it took place in the early 90's. Queer As Folk was filmed in the late 90's, on to the mid 2000's. Love, Simon is a little late in the game, considering those other tales not only represent the life of gay men much more realistically, but they beat Love, Simon to the punch. It is the 2000-teens, truthfully this kind of movie could have been made years ago and made a much bigger splash. And not only that, but this being 2018, we don't need these stories anymore: representation in the media of LGBT life is getting better and better.

Number 2}: Reality checks One thing I know as a book-geek is that some things are just a little too much. Tana Mongeau for instance. A toothbrush! Some things are simply too dumb and highly unlikely to be swallowed. This movie is one such. A gay guy... whom nobody knows is gay... uses emails to talk to another gay guy... all the while being blackmailed... and then outed... and lying to EVERYONE... this is getting worse and worse.... you see where I'm going here. No! I don't buy it. I understand poetic license. I understand that certain liberties can be taken when writing books and other forms of media. But this is a lot to deal with. The plot is trite! It is neither beleivable nor likable. This kid isn't an antihero or some other thing, he's a pathological liar, and nobody calls him on it.

Number 3}: Reality check, part deux I am a gay man. I know gay culture. I have gay friends, I've had gay sex, I've (almost) gotten gay married. But nobody, and I do mean nobody, has a story like this. Case in point: I was talking with an ex-boyfriend after having just seen the movie, and on the drive back we were discussing it. My ex adored the movie, thinking it was so like his own life, so relatable. Yet, when I asked, he couldn't point out a single point in the movie where his life converged.

Number 4}: Gay? No In addition to all that... mess... This movie portrays gay men and teens unrealistically. I recently reread the reimagining of Twlight, called Life and Death, by Stephanie Meyer, and she recalled that her main character got a lot of flack for being a human female so in love with a male vampire. She was called a damsel-in-distress, a boy-chaser, and the shade is understandable. She kinda was. Love, Simon makes gay men look the same. Like we have nothing better to do than pine after a guy we've never met. My question the entire time watching this movie in the theater was "Can't this kid just stop? Stop thinking being in a relationship will make you happy. Stop lying to everyone. Stop being cowardly". Plenty of people exist happily as single and staying that way; plenty of people are anti-marriage and happy; plenty of people are content to remain virginal and chaste until marriage, or until death, and they're... well I won't say happy... but you get the idea. Being with someone will never complete you, not really. Relationships fall apart, move away, make you cry. They shouldn't be reduced to this. Instead, we deal with the protagonist typing on his laptop, imagining every guy he knows typing back to him. Excpet, ironically, the guys he thinks are straight. There's a reason he might still be in the closet hunty, he might have a girlfriend. Or, much more likely, he might be bisexual. Bisexual people exist too.

Number 5}: Relatability I persoanlly never lived, as many might put, 'in the closet'. I never really understood the whole gay-straight thing until puberty, and even then, I never had panic attacks over someone finding out. I never thought it was something to be ashamed of, to hide. Being different is difficult, but it takes courage to be yourself. And the protagonist doesn't have that. Loads of people worldwide enjoy this movie, but are any of them really gay? Or are they just ooh-ing and ahh-ing at how cutesy this film is? The point in the movie when the dork (I won't even try to remeber his name) outs the main characater, and he just kinda... sits there. For someone that didn't want the world to know he was gay, he sure didn't react much. Internal turmoil? Or just cowardice? Even when teased, calle drude words, he does nothing. Where I would bust heads, he sits there and lets a teacher handle it for him. I understand that violence may not be a good reaction, but letting someone do your own dirty work is just lazy. His cowardice, his lying, and ignorance (or should I say sadism), were his undoing.

Number 6}: Ferris wheel blues The last scene of the movie, wher he asks his apparent mystery crush to ride the Ferris wheel with him, after anouncing his identity and his sexuality, therefore outing his illicit friend, is just plain stupid. Why would you go through all the secrecy, all the lies, just to wind up outing someone else? Coming out is a very personal experience, everyone has a different story. Forcing someone to come out, just to be with you, is wrong. On top of that, just because you're both gay doesn't mean you'll have anything beyond that in common. I've met some gay men whom I just couldn't deal with they wre so rude. Plus, the fact that they hadn't seen each other before that... what would happen, do you think, if the illicit friend from the emails said "I'm only into other black guys". Or, "I don't find you attarctive at all". One in every ten men will identify as gay; roughly the population of New Jersey identifies as LGBT. Wait until college or when you have a job and can support yourself to come out, if you're really that scared of your parent's opinions, or of your life changing. Then bump uglies.

A Last Few Words While this film sucks butt, and not in the good way, it has two points that I'm very happy with: The loving speech given by Jennifer Garner, and the Glee actor, Clark Moore. Lets start with the mother. Her speech about her son holding his breath, was very sweet, and inspiring. Many gay guys still in the closet will watch this movie and see an anthem playing, especially with the heart-warming talk between mother and son. Not every coming-out sotry is violent and heart-rending; some of it is actually rather anticlimactic. It's not always so traumatizing, and I really enjoy the movie including gthis little bit. Next, with Clark Moore, whose character is the other gay guy, the openly gay guy. This is a bit more realistic, the fact that they include this one person, because not all gay men look, behave, dress the same way. Moore's character is out-and-proud, in a very realistic way.

[dabisspouse]

I suddenly have the strong urge to braid Rei's hair.

You can read the tags if you want to see my go on and on about Rei and his hair 😂

[minamisconcierge]

Okay but you know how there's only sweet and normal endings What would their bad endings be like THINK OF THE PAIN

[minamisconcierge]

MC putting flowercrowns on the bros' heads bc flowercrowns are life pls

omg the first person i think of is mei kill me

Chiaki

JUST WONDERS WHAT THE POINT OF THIS IS

would find a way to make an investment out of it

probably has them made as something that comes with the room you’re staying in at the british branch

puts it on you instead bc “everything looks better on you, anyway.”

except when it’s on the bedroom floor ofc

Toma

“Haven’t I told you not to waste time on such trivial things?”

takes it off his head immediately and tosses it off

notes how dejected and sad you are when he walks away and locks himself in his room

wears it back out to dinner because he didn’t want to see that stupid constipated look that you were wearing as an expression

Shizuka

takes pictures w/ it immediately

snapchats it to all his brothers lbr 

“ Look at what ________ made me ♡ ”

makes you take selfies w/ him

mostly makes you take pictures of him while he models it for you

-_-

Minami

wears it everywhere you go even to meetings for work

anyone who asks just gets met with that cold glare of his

wants to make one for you

tbh you just end up making more together and having competitions who can make the best one

both of you make one for kokonoe

Mei

listen just imagine his cute blushing face and his averted eyes

that’s it

that’s his reaction

“Why is it so itchy and bulky? It’s just in the way...”

pouty averted eyes that don’t wanna meet yours

secretly enjoys it

Rei

very nonchalant about it

enjoys it but he enjoys seeing that smile on your face when u put it on his head and adjust his hair for him

probably just enjoys when you groom him too tbh like play w/ his hair all day LOL

“Shouldn’t the king have a queen to match?”