#the test is going basically as expected. it always gets so hard when you have to be like hard yes or no...

[saintedbythestorm]

Despite only like 4 hours of sleep... I did manage that psychologist call!

All in all, it went well. She was open to hear that some things may have been misinterpreted by her about when my big teenage depression went away. She listened to a bit more about my gender feelings, and completely understood how I had a hard time to pin point all these things that made me feel the way I do about it, as I've had 17 (fucking) years to think about it. How all these small things that paint the big picture in how i feel are just... normal to me now? Like I've done my questioning around it for all these years and it's pretty clear to me where I fall on it and such. She totally understood that, and how it's hard to explain all of that. Did ask if despite all the alienation I've felt I'd still be uncomfortable with my body and such and I was like oh yeah no doubt. So it was all clear there, and she wasn't questioning my feelings on it and such.

She did seem a bit reluctant to listen to what I had to say about how she mentioned gender affirming surgeries though. I did bring up to her how not all trans people end up doing these and how the surgeries were like 10 years out so it just seemed odd to mention them. But she just kept repeating how she only mentioned it to be about how the gender stuff wasn't all of my issues (yeah no shit sherlock) and how I also had psychological issues. Which like yeah duh, but that doesn't mean that it didn't make it sound like she was poorly informed about trans care?? Which she seemed to have a hard time taking in. So in the end I just had to give up on that one, she clearly wasn't receptive to what I was trying to say. Felt a bit defensive on her part if I'm gonna be completely honest (I've heard a lot of people can struggle with that though when we trans peeps try to teach them about our experiences so can't say I'm super surprised here...)

On a funnier part, she was kinda baffled by my giant headphones that I had on. I was listening to music during the whole thing. She seemed to find that odd 😂 "while we're having this call?" She said. "Yep, helps me keep calm. I get very nervous talking to doctors and such." I told her back. I think it definitely befuddled her, in a sort of funny quirky way. She let it be after asking though. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Helped me A LOT though. Nothing like a Shut your mouth to keep me calm ✨️(imagine if she had known that was what I was listening to 😂😂😂)

Started the.. test? Questionnaire?? Fuck if I know what to call it... but that thing that was requested by the gender clinic. Was the one I found online, and so far so good. We couldn't finish it today, but what we did do felt ok. The depression part made me laugh several times though, cause I had to technically split my answers which is part of the issues I have with being labelled as depressed so fucking quickly by professionals. Cause it literally went "yes as a teen" or "yes after whatever the fuck that thing at 18 years old was" or "only on those meds i just got off" 😂 Like it's soooo spread out and incoherent. And the only time I can say 100% for sure it is depression is during the teenage years. So that part was just a darn mess c:

Starting to think she is open to my idea of it being PTSD though, cause she even apologised for the part about that being like "have you witnessed or been subjected to (only physical things)?" and like completely ignoring even the possibility you may have it due to psychological trauma. Basically she acknowledged that the system is quite broken there, which felt awesome cause I've been saying that for like 10 years lol.

But yeah, other than that we also had time to talk about OCD (with what matched not really seeming like a concern) and social anxiety (which I do have so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯). After that we were out of time so we will see what we end up with in the end lol.

But yeah, it went a lot better this time at least and we will continue the test thingy next time. We will see what happens with that.

So now, all I can do is wait for the next call and hope that goes well too.

[xo100]

Hey, can you write about landos gf breaking her arm and him taking care of her? like having to help her change and shower, doing her hair und stuff line that? thank you <3

In his care - LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary/request: request by anon as you can read above this!

*:･ﾟ Word count: 1562

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Lando Norris had always been the playful, light-hearted boyfriend, the type to tease and make you laugh until your stomach hurt. But after three years together, there was a depth to your relationship that went beyond just the banter and the fun. He’d become your best friend, your confidant, and now, your caretaker.

You hadn’t expected to be in this position—broken arm in a sling, unable to do even the most basic things without help. It was a stupid accident, really. A slip, a fall, and now you were stuck in this uncomfortable, frustrating situation. But as it turned out, Lando was more than up for the challenge of taking care of you. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it.

-

The first real test came on day one, when it was time for you to shower. Lando, always the playful one, had teased you when he realized you’d need help.

“So, I get to see you naked... and it’s for ‘medical reasons’? Lucky me,” he said with a wink, earning him an eye-roll from you.

“Lando,” you groaned, cheeks flushing. “This isn’t exactly a fun situation, you know.”

But even as you complained, you couldn’t help but laugh. He had a way of lightening even the most awkward moments. His teasing helped take your mind off the discomfort and frustration of not being able to do things on your own. Lando knew when to joke, and when to be serious.

“I’m kidding, love,” he said, his tone softening as he walked over to you. “I’ve got you, okay?”

And he did. Gently, he helped you undress, his fingers careful around your arm. There was something about the way he moved—confident yet delicate—that made you feel safe. Vulnerable, yes, but never embarrassed. He was Lando, your Lando, and there was no one else you trusted more.

Once you were under the warm spray of water, he joined you, shampooing your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp. It was a strange, intimate experience, but not in a way that made you feel uncomfortable. In fact, it was sweet.

“Maybe I should do this for you more often,” he murmured, lips close to your ear.

“You think I’ll let you wash my hair when I’m fully capable?” you shot back, a smile tugging at your lips.

He chuckled, his breath warm on your neck. “You never know, you might like the service.”

But as much as he teased, there was genuine care in the way he handled you. He washed every inch of your body with the gentleness you never knew he had. You leaned into him, resting your head on his chest for a moment, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your ear.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“For being... you.”

-

You never realized how hard it was to do something as simple as put your hair in a ponytail with one hand. By the third day, you were ready to give up on the idea of leaving the house with your hair looking decent. But, of course, Lando wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Okay, I’m going to do it,” he said, determination in his voice as he picked up your hairbrush and an elastic.

You sat in front of him, trying to keep still while he struggled to gather your hair into something resembling a ponytail. The concentration on his face was adorable—his tongue poking out a little as he focused on the task at hand.

“Lando, it’s fine,” you said after the third attempt. “I can just wear it down.”

“No way,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m getting this right.”

It took another few tries, but eventually, he managed to pull your hair into a somewhat lopsided ponytail. He grinned proudly, admiring his work in the mirror behind you.

“Look at that! I’m a pro,” he said, obviously pleased with himself.

You laughed, reaching up with your good hand to touch the ponytail. It wasn’t perfect, but it was endearing in its imperfection.

“I love it,” you said sincerely.

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your good shoulder. “Told you I’d take care of you.”

“You’re doing a great job, babe.”

-

As the days went on, Lando had to help you with more than just your hair. Getting dressed with one hand was a nightmare, and you hated having to rely on him for something so simple. But Lando, being the cheeky guy he was, turned it into something fun.

“Alright, love, what’ll it be today?” he asked, holding up two of your shirts. “Sexy red or casual blue?”

You gave him a pointed look. “I’m not trying to impress anyone, Lando.”

He smirked, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “You’re always impressing me, though.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered at his words. He knew exactly how to make you feel special, even when you were at your most vulnerable.

“Blue,” you said with a sigh, and he grinned.

Helping you get dressed was, of course, another challenge. He was gentle but still fumbled a bit, trying not to hurt your arm as he guided it through the sleeve.

“Sorry, sorry!” he muttered as he accidentally tugged too hard on your sling.

You laughed through the discomfort. “You’re not great at this, huh?”

“Hey! I’m doing my best here,” he protested, but there was no real frustration in his voice. He was patient with you, and that was what mattered.

Once you were dressed, he stepped back to admire his work.

“Not bad, huh?” he said, a proud smile on his face.

“Not bad at all,” you agreed, and he leaned down to kiss you softly.

-

By the end of the week, you were starting to feel a little more like yourself, but the pain in your arm was still a constant reminder of your injury. Lando, ever the attentive boyfriend, noticed when you were getting frustrated or tired, and he was always there to offer comfort.

That evening, you were lying on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, when Lando plopped down beside you. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms, careful of your injured arm, and snuggled up close.

“You doing okay?” he asked, his voice soft in your ear.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “Just... tired of this.”

“I know,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “But you’re doing great. And I’m here, okay? For as long as you need me.”

You smiled, leaning into him. His warmth, his presence—it was everything you needed. You didn’t have to ask for his help; he just gave it freely, without hesitation.

As you lay there together, his fingers absentmindedly drawing circles on your back, you realized how lucky you were. Not just because he was helping you through this injury, but because he was Lando. The man who loved you unconditionally, who saw you at your weakest and still made you feel strong.

“Love you,” you whispered, closing your eyes.

“Love you more,” he replied softly, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

And in that moment, broken arm and all, you felt more loved than ever.

-

As your arm started to heal, you began to regain some independence, but that didn’t stop Lando from taking every opportunity to tease you. He seemed to enjoy his new role as caretaker a little too much, and he never missed a chance to flirt.

One afternoon, you were sitting at the kitchen table, trying to cut up some fruit with your good hand. Lando walked in, immediately taking the knife from you.

“Let me help,” he said, leaning in close.

“I can do it,” you protested, though you didn’t exactly mind when he was this close to you.

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yeah, but I do it better, don’t I?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at your lips. He knew exactly how to get under your skin, but in the best way.

As he cut up the fruit, he stole glances at you, his smile never fading. “You know,” he said casually, “taking care of you has been... kind of fun.”

“Oh, has it now?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he said, sliding a piece of fruit toward you. “I mean, I get to spend all this extra time with you, take care of you, shower with you...”

“Lando!” you laughed, swatting at him with your good hand.

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you. “I’m just saying, maybe I should be your personal nurse more often.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, but your heart swelled with love for him.

“I know,” he replied, his voice soft as he looked into your eyes. “But you love me for it.”

And he was right.

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*:･ﾟ Notes; thank you for reading, love’s! Hope you all enjoyed it! If there is something wrong or need to be edited, let me know! Also hey anon! If you read this, I hope that this is what you had in mind!

[redflagshipwriter]

Mamabat- enter Jason 1/2

MASTERPOST

The air was different with Cass, now. Danny felt a little anxious as he followed her to the study after breakfast. Something about her was serious-determined-protective. 

She always felt protective towards him. That was why he'd followed her in the first place. Some ghosts lied, but they couldn't do it with their aura. He knew what she really felt for him. 

“Sit?” She asked him. She gestured at the big squashy chair. Danny did without complaint. Cass perched behind him and started dragging her fingers through his hair, relaxing him.

Man. She was good at this. Top tier mothering, right here. Danny went limp. 

“I'm worried,” Cass broke the silence. She didn't sound worried. She never really did. Her voice was quiet and serious, but still kind. Her thumbs dug into his scalp. He pushed his head back against it. Bliss. “Barbara made you sad. Because you miss your sister?”

Danny tensed. 

‘I should have figured that Batman would track me down.’

Maybe he had known, if he was honest with himself. It didn't hit him like a shock.

“Tim thinks your name is Fenton,” she added, brutally sensible as always. And yup, that was it. No point in denying it. “Declared dead. In danger?”

He sucked in air through his teeth. He wasn't going to lie to her. 

“Worried,” she repeated. 

He thought about it. He really did. Danny bit his lip. 

She was liminal. That probably meant she'd come really close to death, in at least one sense of the word. Would that mean she was desensitized to it, or extra paranoid?

…It was hard to imagine Cass over or under reacting to a possible danger. She was just so steady. But would she see him as a possible danger if she knew what he was, what he really was? 

He could feel it out before he took a plunge with the whole truth.

Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was invasive. She didn't seem to realize that she was liminal. That meant she definitely didn't realize how much she was communicating to him under her words and gestures. 

But Danny deliberately tuned into her quiet aural communication and tested the waters. “Tim is right, I'm Danny Fenton,” he said. He knew he was too tense. She would definitely feel it. But what could he do about that? He was nervous. “I… Maybe I did die.”

Her heart dropped to her stomach. He could feel the crush of grief on her heart. 

But it didn’t wash away the thudding repetition of love-protect-my darling. There was no suspicion, no guilt, no fear. It was just pain for his sake, with no calculation about how to solve a sudden problem. 

God. He wanted so badly for that to have been how his parents reacted. His eyes started to sting.

Danny sniffled. He thought it was safe to tell her. “I died,” he corrected, and he knew he was right when Cass made a little wounded sound and leaned her body into him, aiming to comfort. “Not then, but a couple years ago. I’m different now, and it’s uh… It’s dangerous to be this way.”

“Affects?” Cass asked quietly. She started to pet his hair again. “Mood? Health?”

“...Huh,” he said, because that was a sensible question he hadn’t expected. If he really thought about his mood and emotions before and after the accident: “Yeah, uh, there’s sometimes a mood thing. I might be a little more aggressive than I was before? And I can get kind of intense sometimes.”

He had thought that was basically just a reaction to having a whole bunch of new threats in his life. But would pre-electrocution Danny have been able to actually stand and fight Skulker? He had genuinely been afraid of the jocks. Maybe… Maybe he was different. Sure, Sam and Jazz were up for shooting ghosts with Fenton tech. Would he have been if he was just human? 

…He didn’t really think so.

Oof. Well, that wasn’t exactly great for his sense of self.

Cass shook him lightly. “Health?” she repeated.

Danny forced down that revelation to deal with later. He didn’t like acknowledging that he was kind of a chicken by nature, but historically, there wasn’t much evidence of bravery pre-mortem. “Uh, my heart rate is really slow, body temp is low, so I can’t really afford to go to a doctor for a checkup,” he said. “Uh, sometimes I’ve got none at all and my hair turns white.” He paused there. That was- that was enough, yeah? He was going to be honest with her because she deserved honesty from him. But that didn’t mean he had to explain the whole great beyond and his inhuman status.

“Sounds like Jason,” Cass said, after a long silence.

Danny short-circuited. “Wait, what?” He craned to look at her. “Who?”

Cass darted forward to kiss his forehead. “Little brother,” she said cheerfully. “Want to meet him?”

Uh, yeah. Danny nodded vigorously, wondering what the hell she was on about. “Do you mean he died?” 

“Died,” Cass agreed, getting out her phone and tapping away at it rapidly.

“Not like, heart stopped for a minute on the operating table and he was revived, or what?” Danny pressed.

“Dead in the ground, came back later,” Cass said. “Dead for months. Now, very crabby.”

Danny balked. “What?”

“White hair too,” she said. Then her face did something funny. “I think he dyed it recently,” she said. 

Danny huffed a laugh. “If it’s the same thing as mine, you can’t dye it.” He saw her look over his head for white streaks. He didn’t correct her line of thought.

He hadn’t thought that anything could top the anticipation of meeting Batman. But Danny had to admit the rest of the day was a wash. Apparently Jason couldn’t make it until the evening, about an hour before patrol.

Danny nearly paced a line into the carpet. He had enough energy to do that now, even without ecto. He was getting soooo much food here. A guy couldn’t even stress out for an hour without someone coming by to make sure he had fruit and yogurt or a hot drink.

He didn’t need someone to come and tell him that the much anticipated Jason had shown up. Danny knew it when he went to take a sip of cruelty-free chocolate milk (hand delivered by the most frightening child in the world) and choked on vapor.

Damian gave him a glare and snatched the drink away. “Are you incapable of drinking beverages?” he demanded. His face looked so goddamn cross but he was just worried.

Danny managed a smile. “No, went down the wrong pipe, sorry.”

Damian didn’t seem to even see the fog, so- so that meant that either he was really unobservant or he wasn’t liminal enough to see it the way people did in Amity. That was a small blessing. Danny appreciated it and he took back his drink to have something to hold onto.

That was a whole ass ghost. That was a whole ghost coming onto the property, one that felt big and mad and old. Danny smacked his lips, disconcerted. 

He, uh, didn’t know what to expect from this.

[iridescentflamingo]

TMNT Head cannons

Bayverse Turtles. Just ideas that kind of poured out tonight. (Aged up turtles, you can pick but I want them 30-ish. ~NSFW)

🧡🐢🎇🧡

The easiest turtle to win over is Mikey. He practically throws himself at you. When you give him positive attention back, he just ramps up his flirting. He has pet names for you for days. Eventually, he'll settle on one or two good ones and use them instead of your name almost always. You are going to have to confirm that you have feelings for him before he takes it to the next level. Due to the fact that he is so very straight forward and right out the gates with his cat calling, you have to confirm that you are not just being nice and playing along. He's a flirt, not a creep. (Maturity has found him, it just took him a few more years than his brothers)

Once you do, your fate is sealed. Mikey is definitely a very handsy, flirty, hiding no feelings and having practically no shame kinda dude. He doesn't care if anyone sees, hears, smells etc. his flirting and most of his physical romancing. Telling you how hard you make him a bit louder than he should, toughie tough. Making out on the couch in front of everyone, he doesn't care. Getting caught with his hand down your pants in the kitchen, oh well.

What he does keep secret and quiet is when he vents. Always expected to be the fun and sunshine brother, you become his confidant when he's got heavy feels things to unload. To make sure that it doesn't bog you down, he tries his hardest to end with something more positive and turn it back into good-vibes.

The other thing he'll keep more on the down-low is when the two of you are trying new fetishes or engaging in kinky play for the first time. He doesn't want to be interrupted or for you to get embarrassed and then never want to try again, so that stuff stays in his room, when he knows it's private and he won't be bothered. After y'all get comfortable with it, maybe then he's less cautious.

💙🐢🌊💙

Leo is tough to know. He's dead set on his duties to the point that it's most of his personality, until you get to know him better, and that only happens if he lets you. It'll be slow. He will start by sharing random tidbits of himself that don't have to do with ninjutsu, weapons, or his leadership responsibilities. In the beginning they're bland, basic facts; which pizza toppings he prefers, his favorite type of TV show, his preferred genre of book. They're things you could gleam from just being around him for more than a few days. He's stupid cautious.

His next step would be to ask if you want to do some training with him. He sticks to simple things, testing your abilities and skills. It's really more to learn about you, but it's a start. He takes it easy on you, mostly dodging until you get frustrated, and then maybe he humbles you with a sneaky move like knocking you off your feet. He doesn't ask you if you want to practice again, he waits for you to ask.

Over time, the training becomes more physical and he shares actual details about himself, but you have to be giving info in return. Knowing what his favorite movie is probably would never be information that The Foot uses against him, but you never know. You have got to meet him, tit for tat, and offer your own truths. If he catches you lying, you're not just back to zero, you're in the negative.

Eventually, if you've managed to gain his trust and build a strong connection with him, Leo will open up properly. He will joke, play, swat, and treat you like one of his brothers, with a more gentle approach because you're not a 200lb+ muscled turtle.

If romance blooms, expect another slow trudge full of trust building and honesty before you get any proper boyfriend-esque attention. Once past the awkward "we shouldn't, it's too dangerous, how would this work?, I'm not human, will you really be happy here?" Swamp of despair, it should be smooth sailing. Be honest and he's all yours.

All that time spent building that relationship will return ten-fold from Leo with whatever type of affection you ask for. He wants to please, he wants you happy, and he will make it so if possible.

❤️🐢🥊❤️

Raph is going to keep his feelings secret for as long as he can. He hides his insecurities by trying to be the biggest, heaviest hitter, and a tank for his brothers. And those are just his viewed shortcomings compared to his three brothers. When looking at you, he compares himself against all men. He has little hope. In the mirror he sees a big, green face with sharp features and a scowling, RBF. He may act like hot shit in front of his brothers, but it's a front. Besides his appearance and size, his temper can flare, and he's come a long way since he was a teen, but it can still explode from him, which is terrifying to see, especially up close. He's very aware and is afraid that if you see him in that state, it will only reinforce the fact that he's a monster.

You will see glimpses of how sweet he can be from time to time, but they won't come often. When you're around, his guard is up doing double time; keeping up appearances and keeping his feelings in check. Over time his facade will falter occasionally. He'll be laughing at your jokes, ribbing you when you get frustrated over video games, checking to see if you've eaten, and maybe even leaning against you as he nods off on the couch. When you smile at his playfulness and kindness, he'll smile back until he catches himself and suddenly remembers that he has something to do. It will probably be going to their home gym.

If you can manage to get him to accept that you honestly and truly think he is not a monster, and that you want to be around him, and miss him when you're not with him, you're going to get someone who can be a huge teddy bear cuddler, but also someone who likes to get physical and more rough in the bedroom. This is going to take a lot of repeating yourself and him asking, not always subtly, if you really mean it. If you're sure you wouldn't be happier with some other guy. If your eyes work. If he's really not too big. If if if... You will learn that kisses can usually stop him from spiraling.

Sometimes Raph wants to cuddle and be soft and tender. Despite his size he is careful. He handles you like you're a porcelain figurine in the beginning. With the practiced ability to knit, his large hands can be surprisingly dexterous and delicate. He is not a bull in a china shop unless he chooses to. Quiet times together have him completely wrapped around you, holding you carefully close and seeking your body warmth. You are careful not to laugh the first time he slips and churrs when he begins to doze off in your arms. He won't do it again if you embarrass him.

Over time, he allows himself to be a bit more rough with you. At first it is just careful roughhousing, perhaps some near choreographed play tackles or even picking you up and pretending to slam you on the bed, setting you down carefully with sound effects instead of actual violence (Raph may have loved watching WWE growing up). After a bout of rougher hands-on play, he notices that you're turned on. This changes things immediately. Taking advantage of the situation, the play shifts from silly to sexual in an instant.

You both end up having the most amazing sex you've ever had thus far. The next day you talk about it as you ice bruises and he apologizes as you hobble around when you first get up from bed. As a couple, you set limits and it becomes a more regular thing. You enjoy this rougher type of sex and he enjoys being able to be less careful. Being rough is in his nature and you loving it and getting off to it just helps strengthen your bond.

💜🐢⚛️💜

(Saved the best for last~)

Donnie is guarded, but secretly hopeful about the possibility of a relationship. This busy, brainy, tech wizard of a brother is a master of design and invention, but he still has his own hang ups. Instead of fighting off insecurities, he fights anxiety, boredom, and possibly depression. Instead of working out or training, he buries himself in his work. Keeping busy keeps his mind from wandering into darker thoughts. It also leads him to pass out and sleep dreamless sleep. He knows that it isn't healthy, but the other thoughts aren't good for him either.

When he notices that you've taken an interest in what he is working on, he eagerly shares to the point of info-dumping. If he catches himself, he apologizes out of reflex. You have to dismiss it or he will assume that, like his brothers, you do not have time to hear him ramble. Asking him questions, especially if you do not understand what he is talking about, will spur him on to explain. He's patient and wants to share his knowledge. If you pretend to know, he can tell, and won't say anything, but will take note that you're just trying to be nice in order to placate him and get him to stop.

Always watching and analyzing everything, he'll take notice who you talk to when you arrive, who you spend the most time with, how you react to his other brothers antics and conversations, who you decide to sit next to, how much physical contact you give and to who... He sees it all and makes mental notes. He will also overthink things. Were you just laughing at Mikey's jokes, or was that flirting? Were you smiling at Leo because he was kind, or was that something more? Was that shove you attempted to give Raph just for fun, or were you trying to spur him to touch you? If you don't give him equal or more attention, he will notice and make pessimistic predictions.

If you give him the most attention out of his brothers and are genuinely interested in his projects and research, he will take note and begin to test you a little. While handing him a screwdriver, he notes how you react when his fingers linger on yours a little longer than they should have. As he explains the wiring on a smaller machine, he stealthily monitors your pulse rate when he moves close enough for your arms to press against one another. After some motor oil droplets splash on your cheek, he watches your face for any signs as he gently wipes the dark spots away with his thumb. Every action is inconspicuous and easily dismissed, but a treasure trove of valuable information before he makes any kind of decision as to what to do.

If he is completely positive that you harbor a crush on him, he meticulously plans his own confession. A true romantic, he wants this to be perfect. The two of you will be alone, most likely in his lab space where he is most comfortable. His brothers will either be out or busy. You won't have any idea that this is a special evening and will be under the guise that you're coming over to help him out with a project, as you often did. He'll let the evening start out with that project, but will end up shifting your attention to something else he's made. The secret project will be something impressive that has you in awe, asking how long he's been working on it. That's when he makes his move.

His answers have been rehearsed in his mind over and over, but his nerves still cause him to shake and some of his answers carry a hint of nervousness, but his face is confident and sure. He reports his data to you and details how he's noticed your affection. Still monitoring you, he is careful and has a backup plan readied in case he has to abort his admission. If everything goes as planned, you end up with his hand on your cheek and a gentle first kiss upon your lips.

Donatello is almost clingy with his affection. You receive messages when you are not around him and when you are at the lair, he is close to you or at least nearby. He seeks physical contact often but in more discrete ways when around others. At the dinner table, he'll move his leg so that his calf is leaning against yours. During movie night, he is hip to hip with you on the couch, encouraging you to lean against him once the flick starts. It's not completely hidden, but its modest.

Away from prying eyes, it is a completely different story. Hands end up under and in clothing as kisses turn from soft and sweet to hungry and demanding in seconds. All you have to do is say the right words. Donnie proves time and time again that he is a quick learner and has your body figured out within a couple of weeks. You find it difficult, at first, for him to properly let go and let you take the wheel, but in time the trust is built and he allows you to give without also receiving. He turns out to be a versatile switch after deviating from his original, more dominant, tenancies.

His favorite thing to do is make you climax. His second favorite thing is to climax together. His third is using toys...

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@thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos @sophiacloud28 @thelaundrybitch @the-cauldron-witch @tmntngl @avery73 @tmntngl

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[jakesangel]

how it would be like to date w high school jake ꣑୧ - requested

overall jake was/is nerdy n popular, his good grades in physics n his perfect scores in football made him known as the sim jaeyun who wanted to do music / somehow ?ᩚ / because of that i think he had lots of friends n was also popular w girls.

football player

- he would often ask you to come to his games or even to his practice, wanting to show you off his skills but also showing YOU off to his friends

- would be the type to kiss you during practices, everyone cheering him up

- would even fake injuries so you could take care of him n makes u kiss him

please, come see me at my game, you're my lucky charm bb, he would say the day before the tournament final, a small smirk on his face. if you'd say no or pretending that you won't, he'd take your hips in his hands, forcefully pully you closer, i like to see you in my jersey, i need to see you in it to win. please bby, as his voice goes lower, almost coming out like a murmur. as you finally asgreed, he'd smile would come back, giving you a quick peck before running towards the fields.

physic genius jake

- lots of study dates ᵎᵎ jake doesn't like to study but is naturally good w number so if you struggle w them he is more than willing to study to help you. either at his place or yours in his favorite because it can also means having fun later whereas in the library he has to stay focus

- would be so so proud of you when you get good grades thanks you his teaching n your hard work

- he would do project w you only, leaving his also-not-good-at-science friends calling him a simp

violin player jake

- he would ask you to come over during the weekends to see him practice his violin.

- he would learn your favorites songs n surprise you during those practice.

- he would even play it for you during anniversaries knowing it made you happy.

outside of school jake

- he is busy but will spend them as lunch time w you as possible meaning he will prioritize you over his friends n will make sacrifices towards his football duties for you.

- lots of dates during school break n love going to the beach w you, his friends, n your or dates w layla as well ᵎᵎ

- he would introduce you to his family n you basically be apart of them w the number of time you'll come over so that means lots of sleepovers or even so inviting you for xmas n such ᵎᵎ he would also expect you to do the same for him, as family is very important to him.

want to come to dinner with my family baby ? my mom misses you n layla too, he would often ask you, only meaning that he misses you, studies n football practice tqking too munch of his time. as you read thru him, n accepting, he would be happy the rest of day, completely forgetting the english test he has later that day. but yk my mom really does loves you, he'd add w a pout, i think she love should more than me. she always wants me to give your her cookies and omg layla can't get calm down sometimes. he would keep on nagging until he can't pretend anymore, and you know i miss you too, my princess. i can't catch a break lately n i might pass out lacking of vitamin U.

notes : haii anon i hope you enjoyed it ᵎᵎ i tbh felt a bit uncomfortable talking about minor jake, i hope it's still good nonetheless <3

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[chvnnie]

thoughts on..

chan impregnation kink/just straight up creampie...

it making me crazy

😵‍💫 babes say less.

I’m going to put a cut here because I…went a little hard LMAO

SMUT - MINORS DNI

I am a firm believer in dad!Chan (really dad!skz in general, but I digress). We can see with just how he cares for the members that he would be the most devoted father. Would always listen, bend over backwards to make his children happy, would discipline with kindness. World’s Best Dad? That’s Chan.

It isn’t a secret that his breeding kink is almost uncontrollable. Very, very rarely does he fuck you without filling you to the brim. It’s almost like he has to do it, like he has to chance it. He can’t help it; he loves you, he loves your family, and he just wants more.

More, more, more.

Though he would never tell you, the brief weeks after birth are when his control is really tested. Luckily, a newborn keeps him busy. Bouncing the happy new baby while making sure you’re tended to.

“Have you eaten enough?”

“Let me get you some more water.”

“Want to take the kids on a walk? The fresh air will be nice.”

Doting, wonderful father and husband. That’s Chan.

So when he comes home, careful not to step on his eldest’s daughters discarded toys that have accumulated in the walkway, and the house quiet, he’s confused. All day, he was looking forward to coming home. It’s movie night, takeout night. Why is it so…empty?

“Baby?” He calls into the house, not expecting an answer.

“Upstairs!”

Huh. He drops his bag by the door, quickly sliding his shoes off before he follows the sound of the voice. “Where are the kids?” If they were sleeping, you would have scolded him for being too loud.

“Minho offered to watch them for the night.” The night? Why? His brain is so tired, he can’t put together what’s basically being shouted in his face.

Until he’s in the bedroom. Until you’re in front of him, dressed in the prettiest lingerie he’s ever seen; the lace patterning out flowers, showing just enough for his control to slip completely out of his grasp.

Has the time passed already? Chan isn’t sure if he cares — you’re offering your body up, and he’s sure as fuck not going to say no.

The pretty fit doesn’t last long. Knees by your ears, he grips onto your ankles. His nails dig into the skin, keeping himself grounded as he relentlessly fucks into you.

God, the way you cry out for him. Cold hands wrapped around his own as your full, needy moans fill his ears.

“So fucking pretty.” He says through his teeth, eyes focused on the light bounce of your tits. “I missed you, baby.”

You simply whine, nodding your head in agreement. It’s too hard for you to think, let alone process words; Chan can tell by the vacant look in your eyes, only falling deeper in your hole with each wonderful movement.

Leaning down, he doesn’t stop until your noses are brushing. Bodies sweaty, skin against skin, melting from each other’s heat. It’s not like anything he’s ever experienced. This is home. You are home.

Your fingers lace through his curl, tugging gently. Enough to make your husband moan. “I love you.”

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. “I love you, baby. So fucking much.” When his cock twitches inside you, he knows his time is limited. That home is to be taken from him. “Fuck, I want to give you more.”

“M-more?”

“Of me.” He lets go of an ankle to grab the headboard. Allowing him to go deeper. Faster. Harder. “Of this. Let me give you another baby.”

It’s too soon. Both of you know this, and should be cautious.

But you missed him too. Probably more than he did you.

“Please.” You say as you clinch, eyes starting to water. “Please, I n-need you, Chan-“

Quickly, he silences you with a kiss. Not letting it break until he feels your walls flutter, giving him you so he can give him. Never will you have to beg for anything with him.

When he pulls out, his cum follows. Pretty little trickles out of your cunt, rolling off your skin onto the sheets. With two fingers, he gathers it up and pushes it back in.

“I would say not to be wasteful.” He chuckles, trying to catch his breath. “But when I’m done with you, it won’t be possible.”

[isak-dot-gov]

I'm gon' make you feel it

A/n: Uh hey. This is the first time I'm posting on here so I hope you like it. Kinda nervous btw. Also not proofread.

Word count: 2226

Summary: Months after you and Rhea break up, your best friends decide to take you out for a night in the city after not seeing you for a while. while there, you run into Rhea and the rest of the Judgement Day.

Warnings: Suggestive(nothing actually done tho)

My masterlist :)

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“Y/n, come on. We haven’t gone out in so long,” I heard Jasmine say.

“She’s right, y/n/n, you’ve been MIA for so long now. Please come out with us,” Eve says.

Jasmine and Eve have been my best friends since the three of us were in the first grade. We were placed at the same table in the classroom’s seating chart on the first day and we’ve been friends ever since. They have been with me through all my highs, lows, and everything in between. From celebrating birthdays and acing tests to comforting each other through heartbreaks and family troubles, our bond has only grown stronger. We've shared countless sleepovers, road trips, and late-night talks that have made us inseparable.

Tonight they were trying to get me to join them on one of our ‘late night adventures’. Basically what would happen is that we would get ready to go out and hit the city with zero plans or expectations on what we would be doing or what the outcome of the night would be. Sometimes it would be going from one club to the other and sleeping over at one of our houses. Other times it would end with us getting matching tattoos. The most recent one of these nights was about six months ago, a month after I broke up with Rhea. We got tipsy, went to a trampoline park and I ended up getting a brand new set of nipple piercings. To say these nights were some of the most fun I’ve ever had would definitely be an understatement.

“Girls, I don’t think I’m up to it tonight. I’ve been so busy with work lately,” I said with a tired sigh. Ever since Rhea and I broke up, I’ve thrown myself into my work as a way of avoiding the feelings I not only had for our situation but for her as well. Rhea and I broke up seven months ago after a huge argument. She felt that I shouldn’t be having so many female friends and that I could potentially be cheating on her with one of them, which was completely untrue. The reason I had so many female friends was because I was in an all-girls school for my whole primary and highschool, because of this women have always taken up the majority of my social life. Unfortunately for me, Rhea had always been the jealous type and no amount of reassurance that I gave her ever seemed to calm the green monster that tended to take over whenever I hung out with people she didn’t like. Getting to the point where I was willing to let her go was hard, but I was able to do it after Jasmine and Eve showed me exactly how unhealthy we were together.

I was a wreck for a few weeks after the breakup. Rhea would constantly call, so much so that I had to turn my phone off and only have it on during the hours that she spent working because I knew she tended to stay far away from her phone during those hours. I never wanted to leave the house and I barely got any sleep in. Thankfully, my best friends got sick of it quite quickly and made me start coming out of my shell again.

“Girl, that’s exactly why we should be going out tonight,” Eve says.

“Let loose a little. Give us 30 minutes of your time. We promise if you really feel uncomfortable after that time we’ll go to my place and watch a movie or something,” Jasmine says.

“Promise?” 

“Promise,” my best friends say in unison. 

“Ok ok, I’ll do it,” I say with a smile.

“Yes!”

“Fuck yeah!”

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Two hours later and I’m sitting on a bar stool with my friends on either side of me and my third drink of the night in my hand. We reminisce on our primary and highschool years when four people enter the bar and completely shift the atmosphere in the room. I notice the bartender slightly shift her posture and briefly check herself in the reflective wall that stood behind her, facing those sitting in the bar. After she does so I hear a familiar voice next to me say and my high spirit for the night is immediately crushed.

“Uh can I get two whiskeys on the rocks, a gin and tonic, and a martini?” Damian, Rhea’s friend and fellow Judgement Day member, says next to me. I freeze and shut my eyes tightly, while doing so, I hear Jasmine and Eve fall silent and keep their eyes on me. Once I open my eyes, I notice their eyes on me as they carry sympathy for my current state.

“Oh hey, y/n. I haven’t seen you since…” he trails off and I can hear the cautious tone in his voice as he stops himself from saying anything that would make me uncomfortable. I always preferred Damian over the rest of Rhea’s friends, he always felt the need to make sure I was ok and in moments like these, I really appreciated him for it.

“Hey, Dami. How have you been? What brings you out here?” I saw with a strained smile. I have no idea why I feel this way or why I’m acting this way towards him. He never did anything to me, in fact, all he’s ever done was look out for me.

“I’ve been doing alright. Judgement Day’s going to Wrestlemania, so we decided to go out for drinks as a way of celebrating,” he says with a soft smile. Soon after, the bartender brings the drinks he ordered for him and his friends with a flirty smile and a wink. Uh, ok I guess.

“Anyways, I’ll hopefully see you around. I’ll tell the rest you say hi,” he says.

“Oh you don’t need to…” I start but he walks away before I get to the end of my sentence.

“Well that went better than I thought it would,” Jasmine says obliviously. Eve and I shoot her side-eyes as she gives the two of us a genuine smile, the Essence blush she’s wearing showing on her cheeks a little more due to the lighting in the bar.

“Do you want to leave, y/n. We don’t mind if you do,” Eve says compassionately.

“No no. We were having fun. I don’t want to leave yet,” I say and genuinely mean. I haven’t felt this free in so long and I would be damned if I let Rhea’s presence in this bar ruin that freedom for me.

My friends both give me light nods and we continue with our conversation. As the night continues, one of our favourite songs from our highschool years, ‘No Hands’ by Waka Flocka Flame, starts playing. The three of us immediately get hyped and start making our way to the dance floor to dance. The start of that song marks a streak of throwback songs from the DJ and we continue dancing for a while. As we do so I feel multiple pairs of eyes on me, when I look up I notice Rhea and the rest of her friends watching me. I make eye contact with each of them one by one before my eyes focus on the girl whose whole being makes my heart dizzy. She has an attentive look with a hint of longing in her eyes as she undresses me with them. With the new found confidence in my system brought by the many drinks I've had tonight, I find it in me to wink and decide to give her a show.

‘Feel It’ by Jacquees starts blaring through the speakers and my friends and I huddle up onto each other by our fronts and backs. I’m in front with Jasmine right behind me, her left hand on my left hip and her right hand on Eve’s right hip and Eve’s hands on both of Jasmine’s hips. We start swaying together to the beat of the song and sing along. At the position I’m standing at, I have a clear view of Rhea’s booth on the upper level of the bar. She’s sitting forward with her elbows on her knees and a drink in her hand as she watches me intensely. The chorus of the song starts and I start swaying my hips in circles as Jasmine and Eve take it as a sign to follow my lead. The three of us move in sync as the song continues. I get a little too into the song as a few minutes later I feel Jasmine’s hand remove itself from my hips and two, much larger, hands replace hers on either side of my hands.

“You two wouldn’t mind if I borrowed your friend for the night, would you?” 

My girls take a moment to look at me for reassurance in the response they’re going to give and I nod lightly as a sign of telling them I’ll be ok with her.

“Oh sure, Rhea. Take her home in the morning and don’t do any weird shit,” Jasmine says as she turns her attention to Eve.

“Call us if she starts acting up,” Eve says, sending a glare with her blue eyes to Rhea. I nod and feel Rhea pull me by my waist to the exit of the bar. We walk to her car slowly and in silence as the heels I chose to wear tonight start proving to be harder to walk in. Rhea quickly got impatient with my instability and swiftly lifted me up bridal style before making the rest of the walk to her car. She opens the door to her passenger seat and softly places me in the seat before closing the door and climbing in at the driver’s side.

“You’ve never done that before,” I say as she pulls out of her parking spot and makes her way to her house.

She looks at me briefly with confusion and says, “What do you mean, y/n?”

“You’ve never opened the car door for me. That’s a first.”

“Huh. I guess it is,” she says.

As I look around in her car I notice a bright pink hair tie on her wrist. Without thinking I point at it and say, “Where’d you get that? I like it. Might just get one.”

“Sweetness, this is yours. You left it at mine after you know what happened,” she says.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh,” a moment of silence passes before she says, “How have you been, sweetness. We haven’t spoken in a while.”

Fuck. There’s that Australian accent that I’ve never had the self-control to resist.

“Uh, um, I’ve been good. I mean, as good as a person can be after a break up. You know, I don’t think you should be calling me that,” I say.

“Calling you what, sweetness?” she asks.

“Sweetness. It does things to me.”

She chuckles lightly before she says, “It does things to you? Whatever could you be talking about, my love?”

I tilt my head back into the headrest of the car as I exhale deeply. “Don’t play dumb with me, Rhea. We both know you’re way smarter than that. Don’t act like you have no idea all the things you do to my body by simply being this close to me. This isn’t a good idea and  we know it isn’t.”

“But I’ve missed you,” was her only response.

“I know, Rhea. And I’ve missed you too. You know that,” I say.

As she parks in her driveway she turns to me and asks, “Then why did you leave me?”

I turn towards her and respond, “We weren’t good for each other. You know that. I know that. We were only pulling each other down by being together.”

She gives me a tight lipped smile before saying, “What do I need to do? I can be better, I promise I can. I know I wasn’t a good girlfriend in the past. I was a dick. We both know that, and even when you tried to make me feel secure in our relationship I still pushed you away and blamed you for all my insecurities. I just need the chance to prove that to you. I don’t think I can hand any more time away from you, baby. Take me back. Please?”

This is a side of Rhea I’ve never seen before, and I chose to proceed cautiously because of that. She has always had the ability to use her words to get what she wants from people. However, something in the way she was looking at me made me feel like she was being sincere and my heart couldn’t help but fall for her all over again.

“Fuck I missed you,” I say as I capture her lips with mine. The kiss started out softly but turned hard and passionate really quickly. Rhea held onto me extremely tightly as if she was afraid I’d vanish at any moment. Her hands travelled to my waist and squeezed tightly, earning a breathy whimper from my lips.

“Rhea,” I said in a moan as her lips found their way on my neck.

“Mhm, baby? Tell me what you need,” she said.

“Please take me your house and fuck me.”

“That I can definitely do for you, sweetness.”

[wolfiesmoon]

Making exceptions

Baji x fem!reader

yikes i need copium AND LOTS OF IT (reminds me of a certain long-haired cult leader, or something)

Here's to a good tokyo rev fic debut🙇‍♀️🥂

Warnings: delinquent style™ hurt/comfort to fluff and lots of swearing (but that's on brand for tr anyways)

"Where the hell were you?! I was-" Baji practically broke down the rooftop door, pausing when he noticed your red, cried out face.

You quickly looked away even though you knew he already saw your tears. You've been avoiding him all day, knowing that he'll realise something is up with you straight away if you talked to him.

You thought you finally got him off your trail by sneaking onto the rooftop to cry it out but somehow he saw you leaving.

"Who do I need to kill?" The ominous tone of that question both completely surprised you yet felt completely on-brand for him.

"Don't... go beating up people... please..." you forced out, trying to overpower your hiccups.

"That's not what I was asking. Who the fuck do I need to kill?"

You flinched a little. "I know *hic* you wouldn't..." you knew the basic gist of Toman. That isn't what they do. You wiped your tear-stained cheeks, finally looking up at him. He looked livid, or atleast it looked like an angry face with your blurred vision.

He sighed. "Just tell me."

You can't possibly do that, because the person who made you cry is him. You see, you are hopelessly in love with Baji Keisuke. But the only thing he seems even remotely interested in is his gang. Which is fine, but it really does get to you sometimes.

You've tried everything to stop crushing on him but unfortunately for you, your stubborn heart refuses to let up.

"It's me..." you lied, making up some excuse of failing a test you studied really hard for.

"Did you really think I'd fall for that, idiot?"

You figured. He's too smart for his own good sometimes. It always takes you by surprise, considering his abysmal grades. Definitely not book smart. Or maybe his gang activities just keep him too busy to consider picking up a book.

You looked away again and heard the sound of him sitting down next to you.

"You seriously piss me off when you don't tell me what's wrong. You're lucky you're a girl, or I would beat your ass when you do that."

You laughed somewhat dryly, wiping away the tears on your cheeks. "Lucky me..."

A short silence followed, only interrupted by your ocassinal hiccups and sniffles.

"Are you gonna tell me or do I have to break my 'no-hitting-women' rule?" You could feel his eyes on you. You don't want an innocent person to recieve a beating and saying it's your own problem clearly didn't work, so your only option is....

"Listen... this isn't the best situation to say I'm about to say, but hear me out." You looked up, staring at the bright blue sky. Your vision was starting to clear up.

You didn't see it, but he raised an eyebrow in question.

"I like you. No, I'm in love with you." It simultaneously felt like there was a weight lifted off your shoulders and that ten more were placed on top. You're just desperate to ruin your friendship with him, aren't you?

"I knew that! Why the fuck are you crying over me...?" His words brought your still slightly red, glassy eyes to his, and a sentence jumbled in your throat, coming out as a strange groan.

"You k-knew?! This whole time?!" You tried again, clenching your shirt in your hand.

"You were making it pretty fucking obvious. Even Chifuyu noticed you acting weird." Baji still looked angry, this time at you, but you had a feeling he was very relieved deep down.

"Then... why didn't you say anything?" You held your hand against your forehead in embarrasment. Were you really being that obvious?

"I was waiting for you to confess, did you expect me to casually say 'it's real obvious you're crushing on me' one day?" He raised a brow, moving a part of his hair away from his eyes.

"Fair enough..." the fact he waited for you to confess on your own accord sparked a certain feeling in your chest. Speaking of confessions...

"So, uhh, what's your answer...?" you're not sure why you're even asking. He's made it clear multiple times he isn't interested in girls and relationships.

It is the entire reason you've been on the verge of tears all day.

"Why the hell not. I've been looking for new thrills lately anyways." Your eyes widened, taking a few seconds to properly process his words. You must have looked spaced out of your mind at that moment.

He said it non-chalantly, like he couldn't care less if it was you or another girl but somehow you knew that wasn't the case. You knew he was glad that it's you.

"Well, I'll be damned." You were honestly in too much shock to properly react to the fact he just agreed to be your boyfriend.

He smiled at you widely, showcasing his sharp teeth. "What's up with that reaction? You want me to beat your ass?"

"I'm happy! Trust me, I'm happy!" You yelled out as if you were scared but you knew he didn't mean it.

Does this mean you'll be the primary target if Baji gets into trouble with another gang and they decide to take revenge? How will your life change now? Will your parents approve of a boyfriend like him? Somehow, you never really thought about things like that until that moment.

...Hmmm, maybe the danger is worth it.

[decaffeinatedcandycane]

T1f1 bad traits (in my opinion. Not based on game lore.)

Starting strong with Captain John "I know what is best for you" Price

It has been talked about it in here a lot. This issue stems from John "knowing" everything and dictating people left and right. His partner is no exception.

Micromanagement king.

You gotta speak some serious boundaries with this man or he will guide you and correct you just as much as he will spoil you.

The captain is very perceptive and passionate. Sometimes this passion can turn into obsession. So be aware, if you lit a certain fire within him, he can accidentally burn you with it.

Simon Ghost Riley is our number two. Reboot version - creature of habit - his "own" habit. He will annoying you with his everyday routine and will take a long, long, long time to change it.

Not because he doesn't want to, but because it is hard for him to switch habits.

This includes "forgetting his partner exists", for like the first two weeks of your relationship.

He is loyal like a dog, but will literally your existence. May even tackle you to the ground, after you move in with him, because he though you are an intruder.

Will take your stuff, without asking, so he can have your scent and get used to you.

Also, very mean humor. If he likes you, he will make fun of you, with appropriate, only for him, jokes. (This is how he tests the waters)

Will move your relationship faster. Absolute cavemen behavior. (Blame it on efficiency)

Soap Mactavish. The Sergent, not the captain. ( for the captain, combine all you read about the sergent, minus the energy and passion. He has that tamed, since, well, he is a captain)

I am sorry, but he is a nuisance. Annoying boyfriend energy and clingy af. Loud, proud and always at your hip. On the plus side - he can do tricks on command.

Like a husky, he will whine and test your patience, and boundaries.

Has A LOT of energy. Basically Sanderson on steroids. Jumps and smacks you out of nowhere.

He does not know his own strength, sometimes you wondering he everything a human being, or how his bunkies are still alive?

He is just like an annoying younger sibling, with the exception that he is your boyfriend.

And but not least,

Gaz

Fire, fire, fire.

You see how he speaks in campaing?

Guess how bitchy in everyday life he is. And he gets easily pissed especially after a long deployment.

You can't win an argument against him, even if you strip naked.

He will still hit it, but.... will keep arguing while doing so.

Yes, you are not safe.

Gaz is sassy and feels things pretty deeply. So I would be careful if I was you. Do not piss that boy off.

Also, if he headbutts with Price, or Price offers his opinion on you (paw paw is also the king of unsolicited advice) and Gaz dislikes it, he will get snappy at you. So I would avoid him, if he is in a mood.

Konig is not in the task force, but idgaf so let's go.

Very straight forward, blunt and egotistical. Kind of like Price, minus the empathy.

Will refuse to help, after he told you something didn't work and you did it anyway.

Will cave in after he remembers you are not a soldier and are someone he loves. (Or when you get mad at him)

He will get to his emotional side, eventually and drop the ego act, but until then - you are stuck with him being an ass.

I wanna say narcissist, but not quite. Idk. (Will leave that undone here, not elaborate and fuck off to the next character)

Andre Nikto

Hehe

Lose screws. A lot of them scattered around on the floor.

He is psychotic, has voices in his head and takes his medication if they all feel like it.

Trusts no one.

Will make a move on you after he makes sure they (him plus the voices) won't accidentally or on purpose hurt, or kill you.

It is complicated.

Very forward. Takes decisions and acts fast. Some say, he is a daredevil, but nobody dares to dare him to say for sure. Hehe

Expect lots of jealousy, insecurity and macho energy for him. Traditional man.

Likes when you talk to him and ask how all of them are, and group discuss (yes, you have group discussions) about whatever you want. Soooo, that's a plus. And, you have more opinions on something, so you see more sides.

Also, some voices side with you all the time, so, yeah, you got it.

He isn't THAT disfigured, but he is disfigured. He has a face, but some parts may be missing.

And he is VERY sensitive about the issues. Proceed with caution.

Gabriel T. Rorke

He is the man and will not stop showing it. Chavilerity (can't spell that), handyman behavior....mansplaining who?

He means well, just doesn't realize how annoying he is being.

At least you house is fixed.

Also, lots of trauma. He has night terrors, which he says he doesn't have (loves being tough) and will use you as his therapist.

Sorry girl, but if you get him talking, he is Sharing...sharing.

Protective and will tell men to back off of you, when needed ( it is not needed, he is just jealous and wants the pricks away from you)

[cherishedproperty]

A Submissive Origin Story

Most of the time when people ask what made me submissive, I shrug and say it’s just who I am. I don’t believe that submission inherently comes from somewhere; sometimes it’s just who we are.

But lately I’ve been working through a lot, trying to get to a mentally healthier version of myself. I’ve been thinking about the high expectations placed on me as a child and the stressful environment around me. My dad in particular was emotionally unpredictable. He could come home in a great mood, then lecture us for an hour over some small turn of phrase he didn’t like. And as the eldest daughter (yes yes, I fulfill ALL the stereotypes), he was particularly hard on me. I remember in 2nd grade, I brought home a spelling test and was proud that I got a 99%. My dad lectured me for more than half an hour about how I can do better. This is one example of many. A few years ago, my dad told me, “I never had to spank you or anything. I learned early on with you that all I had to do was make you feel like a disappointment. That always worked. And look how successful you are now.” His intentional parenting philosophy was to cause me psychological pain. Thanks, Dad.

And listen, I know it’s all fucked up. I know he was wrong to do all that. That’s why I parent very differently, and why I chose people to coparent with me who would parent differently. But it did shape me. It still does. All of this made me a person who can read people really well and take the perspectives of others. I know what people want and how to cater to their feelings, because I had to. It made me a more effective communicator because I always needed to choose my words carefully before I opened my mouth. It made me an overachiever—yes, very successful, but also someone who feels I have to work twice as hard as a normal person to have a chance at being good enough. Someone who thinks giving 100% means giving until I legitimately can’t anymore. Someone who needs clarity and validation, because I starved for it with him.

Lately I’ve been processing all this and also working through a present day set of issues with my dad. So all of this has been very much on the surface.

Then a few weeks ago, I was getting ready for bed one night, and it was very clear Monsieur wanted sex. Had been thinking about sex all day. Had the toys all laid out. And my brain was just…not there. But I didn’t say no. Didn’t even tell him where my head was at. And unsurprisingly, things didn’t go well for either of us. I was thinking about it after, and I had this epiphany.

I didn’t say no because some part of me deep down believes that if I say no, he won’t love me anymore.

In my conscious mind, I don’t believe that at all. Monsieur is one of the most unconditionally loving people I’ve ever been with. But what I realized is, no matter how many good things I do as a partner, I feel like all of that gets washed away by one wrong step. Because that’s what has happened in the past. Perfection is the minimum standard.

It got me thinking that maybe this is why I find such comfort in a D/s relationship. I know exactly what the parameters are and what it looks like to be a good partner. The rules and expectations are explicit, and the feedback is clear. Do good girl things, get good girl head pats. Basically, I know exactly what it takes to get an A+ in my relationship, which is both normal to want and possible to achieve.

It also made me wonder if this is part of why I haven’t been feeling as submissive lately. I have a partner who truly sees me—all of me—and accepts me. He loves me not in spite of my quirks, but because of them. And every time I get down on myself because I didn’t do XYZ and I don’t feel good enough, he tells me what a wonderful partner I am and recounts all the good stuff I bring to his life. Clarity and validation. Unconditional love. And maybe it’s because I’m so confident in his love that I can finally stop forcing myself to push through when it’s not good for me.

There have certainly been times in the past when I have pushed myself to submit to a Dominant when it wasn’t good or comfortable for me. I prided myself on being able to give even when I had nothing left. And I often got the good girl pats and validation, which made it all feel worth it. But the validation didn’t replenish me; it just made being empty feel a little less bad.

I don’t say all of this to make D/s seem dysfunctional or inherently bad in some way. I know many people in healthy D/s relationships. And I don’t actually think that my submission is just a product of all this insecurity and need for validation; I’ve had submissive feelings for as long as I can remember.

But I do think my past has shaped the kinds of D/s I pursue and how I conduct myself in those dynamics. For example, it shapes my difficulty safewording because I don’t want to be a disappointment. Even though my partner has done nothing but praise me when I safeword. Even though I’ve seen the negative consequences of my failure to safeword when I should have.

So here’s where I’m at with all of this: I need to understand where my submission comes from a dysfunctional place so I can move forward to build a healthy, soul-nourishing dynamic with my partner. I’m not sure what it looks like yet, but I do believe it’s possible.

[creativesaturn]

hey!! i absolutely love your writing style, and i have notifications specifically on so i don’t miss when you post :) i had an idea that literally just came to me but i don’t really have any plot to go with it 😭

so basically, any cm character (maybe hotch, emily or spence?) walking in on the reader drawing said character & the reader gets really embarrassed and tries to put it away, but the character actually really likes the drawing and asks to keep it and just something wholesome idk 😭🫶

absolutely don’t feel pressured to write this, just had an idea and thought i’d share <3

Summary: Hotch finds out about your drawing hobby.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 515

a/n: sorry this took so long to post! I wanted to scrap it and redo it but I decided not to. That's really sweet of you thank you so much!!! hope you enjoy 💞💞

Aaron knocked on your hotel door, not once, but twice.

You were too busy listening to music that filled your sense of hearing, and completely focusing on the pencil in your hand.

For the past few days you've been struggling to find something to draw. It was one of your hobbies that you genuinely enjoyed, but it was always hard finding motivation.

But today, on the jet. You burned the image of Aaron sitting by the window during the sunset, just so you could draw it later. It was a sight for sore eyes. You didn't care if he could notice you staring, you needed to keep every detail engraved in your mind.

So--as soon as you step foot in your hotel room, you knew exactly what you were going to do.

"y/n?" Aaron's voice startling you as he stood inches behind you.

You quickly turned around, looking up at the tall man. You pulled your headphones out your ears; mouth agape unsure what to say.

He glances behind you to see what had your attention, his face had an expression you couldn't quite make out. So, you thought of the worst.

You quickly turned back, taking the piece of paper to turn over and hide.

"Is that me?" He asked, voice soft as he spoke.

"Uhm--Yeah.. Yeah, it-it is.." You stumbled over your own words, "It's totally stupid though, 's not even done yet." You mumbled, your voice so low he was unsure if he heard you.

"It's not stupid," He retorted, reaching for the paper. You quickly pulled back, watching his eyes as they widened.

"Let me see."

"No.."

"Please?"

You looked down at your hands, sighing as you slowly handed him the paper. You fidgeted with your fingers as you looked anywhere but his eyes, afraid of what you'll see in his expression.

"You're very good with details," He complimented you. "Where'd you learn how to do this?" He asked sincerely, looking up from the drawing to look at your face.

"Just something I learned over the years," You shrugged. "I get bored a lot." You looked up at him, profiling his reaction.

He had a soft smile, his eyebrows raised as if he was impressed and you swore his eyes glistened.

"Can I keep it?" Aaron asked.

"You--You want to keep it?" You asked, shocked at the question.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" He chuckled, bringing the page down to his side to show he had his attention on you.

"Because.. I don't know..." You shrugged, unable to hide the smile that he gave you.

"The team is waiting for us, by the way." Aaron laughed, seeing the bright pink that danced across your face.

"Okay." You nodded, making your exit out of the hotel.

Not many people knew you drew, at least well. When you'd tell people they expect stick figures and doodles you'd find on the side of a middle schoolers test. And every time they'd notice, it was always the same expression. It never failed to bring you joy and validation from others compliments.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[jaehyunssi]

An Unwanted Love Story - l.jn

enemies to lovers ㅡ college romance ㅡ alleged fuckboy!jeno x female reader ㅡ age restrict: 15

Summary: You know what everyone says and warns about how much of a jerk Jeno is, but why the hell is he standing in front of your house now?

Lee Jeno isn’t the one and only man that you avoid in this big, big world.

Despite the fact that you’ve cursed over hundreds of men, he’s still the first guy you don’t want to talk to. Other than being the type of man who looks out for hugs in every single people he met, Jeno is always living in a world of today’s town talk where everyone guesses what kind of girl he slept with tonight. A player, a jackass, an attention seeking man, you were told. And even with thousands of warnings people told others, for some reason, they would somehow still find ways to hang out with the man just for the sake of how fun he is.

You don’t really know what kind of person he really is now, though. Even with how much of a recognition the man has recently, the first time you’ve met him was another type of story than what he surrounded with today. Meeting the man when you were still in high school, of course, made you remember who Jeno was. He was a smart boy, probably still as talkative as he used to, and you still remember the first time your friend ever introduced him to you. Too bad, you don’t really have the time to know him even when he tries to befriend you. If you can put the one to blame, it would be the final exam test that kept you studying for more than ten hours in your last year of highschool.

So, what are the odds that let the universe bring the two of you once again?

Seeing Jeno standing in front of you made it hard for you to hold your mouth close. He, himself, is surely different than what you remembered from him. You know you’ve always getting surrounded over the rumours about the man himself, but you didn’t expect that he would look like what people said. Like an angel who chose to build a hell, the undercut made him looked dangerous, yet the smile he shows felt like a warm greeting. Very gorgeous, yet very risky.

“Wow.” His arms are folded over his chest, leaving the luggage he brought stands by itself. “Look at you.” His eyes take time to observe your body, noticing how many changes you made over two years of not knowing about each other’s existence past highschool.

“So my brother lent his room to you?”

He lifts his shoulder, still smiling. “Want to blame your own brother for studying abroad? Don’t worry, I’m not that thrilled either.”

A quick grunt left your mouth. Quickly, you take your phone, texting hundreds of profanities to your brother for not warning you from who’s going to live with you for the next months. If you knew, you would’ve been in a better situation than this.

Looking at you being all annoyed by his existence, Jeno chuckles as he closes the door he opened when he got in to your (and your brother’s) place. “Come on, I’m not that bad.”

“Ha, right. Don’t teach me what’s bad and what’s not.”

“Relax. We’re just living at the same place, it’s not like we have to be friends or what.”

He’s not wrong for that. Maybe you were just overreacting, maybe you were just afraid of the rumours being right and you have to pretend that you’re okay that he’s going to bring bunch of women in your house every night. Not to mention that Jeno payed his way to live here, it would be rude of you to just kick him out just because you don’t really want to talk with him. Kicking yourself out would be a disadvantage and would be too much of an effort over a fuckboy.

Right. You can just pretend he doesn’t exist.

You sighed, finally accepting the fact that The Unwanted Jeno Lee is going to live with you for God knows how long. It’s going to be hard to deal with the fact that you’re basically roommates with the man who’s going to be the source of your migrains, but you would live. You would live.

The first night you spent with the man is unexpectedly harder than you thought. A view of Jeno unpacking the video games he brought as your first sight when you finally leave your room made you roll your eyes. Oh, the thought of hearing him shouting over some game character at midnight is already giving you headache.

After you walked your way to the kitchen, you took out the soft drink you bought from the fridge. Pouring it on your favorite mug as you shoves ice cubes inside as well. Even when you’re both are technically in the same room, none of you wants to speak to each other. You can see him glancing at you, but you chose to not hold any eye contact with the man.

“So…” Jeno chose to start. “Anything that I should know?” He asks without looking at you, hands are still busy arranging the video games to the rack standing beside the TV.

“Like what?”

“Like, maybe I should take out the trash or maybe you won’t like it if I play these masterpieces in the middle of the night?”

You lift your eyebrows. Clearly, you didn’t know that you’re living with a mind-reader as well. “Of course, you can do that.” You responded, finally finished preparing yourself to look at the man. “But, I need more than the house chores.”

Jeno turns his head, realizing that you’re already looking at him with such mischievous gaze.

“Don’t bring your girls here.”

He furrows his eyebrows. “I don’t fuck around.”

“Right, and birds swims. Look, Jeno, I’ve heard, okay? And I’m not looking forward in seeing strangers my roommates hook up with walking around at my place in the morning.”

He turns his head down, smiling underneath as he lifts his eyebrows, still not believing what he just heard. You can hear him laughing a little right after your sentence, but he suddenly has his eyes back at you. “Sure, whatever. I better not see boys either.”

For the rest of the night, you don’t see him around again. You wonder if you did something wrong, but after shaking your head, you gain your conscious back by realizing that it’s a good thing to not have him on your sight.

As much as you despise the idea of having a fuckboy in your place, after a week living with Jeno, you notice that it’s really not that hard as you thought it would be. In fact, you don’t really have to pretend he doesn’t live there since Jeno is either outside all day or doesn’t leave his room for 24 hours. What surprises you more everyday is how he actually helped with the house chores, and it was all done really well also. The only thing that is left for you to do there is to cook, and Jeno is always thankful for that.

You hate to admit, but he’s really not that bad of a roommate.

On one Saturday night, right when you’re about to go out with your friend at the nearest bar downtown, you found Jeno sleeping on the long couch in the living room, barely having anything to cover his body from the cold air. His hair is messy, and so is the resume papers on the carpet. He’s still a college student after all, and you know it’s hard for him as how hard it is for you. For a moment, you were intrigued to treat him like a real friend like putting on a blanket on top of his body. But, that can lead to things you don’t want to happen, can’t it?

“Silly.” You whispered under your breath before you find your way to the front door. But just when you’re on your half way there, Jeno seems to wake up from his sleep as you hear movements from the living room.

“(Y/n)?” He calls, voice is raspy. Turning your body to look at your roommate, you can see him yawning, already sitting on the couch. It’s sort of unfair that he’s still attractive when he literally just woke up. “You’re… dressed up.” He rubs one of his eyes a few times.

“I need liquor.”

“That’s bad for your body, you know?” He lifts one of his eyebrows, smiling as his eyes blink slowly.

You nod. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see those five cans of Monsters on the floor.”

He throws his hand on his forehead, letting little laughs falls from his lips. The act made him falls back right to the couch like how he slept earlier. “God, (y/n).”

You smiled, still standing as you hear him chuckles. That’s probably the first time you’ve ever heard his laugh, it was melodic, probably one of the nicest laugh you’ve ever heard from a man.

“You’re funny, you know that?” He adds.

“Not that much of a news to me.”

He sits up back, looking at you once more with a smile this time. “I like that about you.” He told you.

You tilt your head. “Not going to fall for that Lee Jeno…”

Before leaving your house, you could’ve sworn his eyes are still on you even when you’re closing the door. You begin to understand why he can get all the girls around still wanting to sleep with the man. You can’t deny how capable he is with words, not to mention how already good looking his face is.

But not you, you won’t fall for a jerk.

Entering the exam week made you and Jeno stays longer inside rather than hanging out with each other’s friends because both of you is studying under a prestigious college. Now that you’ve somehow built a better communication with the man you were avoiding before, you realize that the only thing that changes from him is his looks. Other than that, he’s still an academically committed student that spends their whole day studying.

Studying all day bored every students out and it applies to you and Jeno as well. In the middle of the week, you and Jeno chose to spend the rest of the night together by just talking. You chose to cook some pasta for both of you and ended up eating together at the dinner table. His feet sometimes hit you on purpose, and somehow a battle begin under the table. Without any plans, you became comfortable with his presence and so did he.

From one simple dinner that you both spent together, it sort of turning into a routine. Even when one of you is going out, somehow, both of you still find ways to eat together at night. Jeno would sometimes show up with a box of pizza if you can’t cook that day. Jeno was also once tried to cook but you both ended up with taking drive-thru because he burnt the food. On the other time, you asked him to eat with you as you both watch Kung Fu Panda, which ended with both of you crying.

“You’re crying over a Panda.” He teases you as he wipes your tear with his thumb. You pushed his shoulder, making the man let out a little ‘ouch’.

“We’re crying over a Panda.”

Jeno laughs fades out as he found himself looking at you for a little too long. He takes time, realizes that you’re becoming the one and only reason he wants to go home early.

Feeling a pair of eye on you, you looked at the boy sitting next to you. Jeno shakes his head when you caught him staring, suddenly paying his attention on the TV even when the only thing that shows up on the screen is a credit scene.

You were pretty sure that you’ve never seen him look at you like that before.

“Do you think we can use that beer on the fridge now?” Your question made him turn his head back to you.

He shakes his head, standing up from the couch as he hands his hand for you to grab. “Come on, it’s 12 already.”

You take his hand, but not taking any effort to get your body off of the couch. “We can reeeaaally take a glass or two…” You pleaded.

“You’re asking me to carry you all the way to your room, don’t you?”

With the speed of a lightning, you stood up, already walking towards your room. “Nope! Bye! See you!”

Jeno laughs as he shakes his head, carrying the dirty dishes for him to wash.

What he doesn’t know is how your heart beats really fast by a simple sentence from his mouth. The sharp feeling in your stomach makes it harder for you to hold yourself from making an inaudible scream. You wouldn’t let him, you wouldnt let a person like him to have a way to your heart. Not him. Not him.

After the exam week passed, Jeno asks you to be a friend for him to attend the party his friend made. You hesitate at first, but Jeno has a lot of friends that is also yours. After a lot of bargaining and debates, you chose to come with him. You didn’t expect of what kind of person Jeno is around his friends. Unexpectedly, he introduces you to each one of them. They’re all welcoming you nicely as well, and not to mention the similiar faces you met there. Jeno made you comfortable and doesn’t let himself lose you on his sight either. Even when you were just want to grab a drink, he chose to stay beside you. But you needed a rest after a hard week, so you asked Jeno to leave the party with you, which he agreed to.

You didn’t know if it was the amount of liquors you drank of if it’s because you have the lowest tolerance of alcohol, but it’s hard for you to stand still. You didn’t have trouble in walking your way to your house but standing still made you lose your balance. Jeno sees that you can’t barely hold yourself when you finally unlocks the door, he quickly grabs you arms and waist, not wanting you to hit the ground.

“Watch out, baby.” He told you.

You smirked. “Baby?”

“Since you can’t freaking stand up. Come on, let’s remove those heels from you.” He helps you to walk inside, crouching down as he unties the knot on your heels. You didn’t knew why you chose to wear such a complex footwear as well, but, he helps. “See? Baby.”

“Quit it.”

He stood up, smiling at you when your eyes met his. It surely is the alcohol, since he looks… too good right now.

But all of sudden, Jeno gets his face closer to yours, it made you walked backwards. “Does baby think it’s her time to sleep?”

“Ew.” You push his chest, leaving the man’s back hitting the wall as you walk your way to the living room. “Stop telling me to sleep.” You throw yourself at the couch.

Jeno left you alone at the living room since you somehow chose to watch the TV. He took a shower, removing the reek of alcohol and cigarettes off his hair and body. He didn’t spend a long time taking a bath since you probably would ask him to watch a movie.

But when he walked out of his room, he sees your eyes closed already with your head resting at the small pillow on your couch. He should’ve expected this.

“(Y/n).” Jeno shakes your hand as he crouches down, looking at you as he tucks a part your hair behind your ear. “You’re such a handful.”

Hearing no response, he calls your name once more. It woke you up from your sleep. “What?” You ask, annoyed, but still have your eyes closed.

“Let me carry you back to your room, okay?” He asks for your permission, which you give a nod to.

Jeno carefully lifts up your body, carrying you to your room as you rest your head on his shoulder. For a brief, he felt warm. For a moment, he feels like he would gone mad if he doesn’t kiss your forehead right now.

But he knows you wouldn’t like that.

Carefully releasing your body on the matress, he grabs a cotton pad he knows you always used every time you’re cleaning the makeup on your face. He makes sure that he swifts it gently so it won’t wake you up, taking a moment for him to finish the job.

He looks at your eyes, then your nose, then your lips.

For a second, it feels like heaven for him to just look at you like that.

His right hand hesitates, but it finally strokes your cheek as you move a bit, feeling a little ticklish. He smiles, knowing that this is the first time he ever gets this close to you. He has always known that you’re pretty, but at this exact moment, you’re more than a pretty woman who turns out to be his roommate.

“Jeno.” You mumble.

His eyes got big, but he calms himself down, not even stopping his hands from caressing you. “Hmm?”

“Just kiss me already.”

He smiles. “Friends don’t kiss, (y/n).”

“Good.” You lean towards the man, cranes his neck as you drag him closer to where your face is. “We’re roommates anyway.”

You press your lips agains his, yet he kisses you back as if he wants it the most. His hand cups your cheeks as his chest meets yours, feeling the warmth of your skin against his cold skin, letting himself melts to wherever your kiss brought him. You can feel his smile builds as he continues to kiss your lips, then feels a new warmth from his tongue travels your lower lip. You let him, wasting no time for both of you to finally tangle the tongues. He takes time, learning how you tastes even when it is covered with beer from earlier, it’s still one of the best thing his tongue has ever tastes in this world. He takes time, but every second passed, the kiss is rougher and rougher.

The man you swore you wouldn’t talk to is ironically the person who you asked to kiss. It’s wrong, but it feels so right.

Jeno parts from you, making you see the man looking at you as he breathes. You know you’ve drown in him, but you didn’t try escape either.

“You’re driving me insane, you know that?” He breathes.

You smiled. “Telling this to all the girls?”

“Just you.” He kisses you back, sucking the lower part of your lips a little. “Just you…” he whispers under his breath.

Jeno grabs your hand, pins it right above your head as he lets your tongue and his discovers more of what they want. He presses his body, not wanting any distance exists between him and you. You can feel his nose, that’s just how close he is to you. But just one second later, you can feel his face slides to the side of your face, his mouth close to your ear.

“And don’t talk about other girls. You’re the only one.” He whispers.

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author’s note: aaahh what do we feel about this? anywaysss feel free to ask or even talk to me on the askbox! also sorry for being inactive:-( i’m planning to see our dreamies in march let’s hope i get the tickets lol i love u all sm xxxxxxxxx

[klausysworld]

Can you write human!witch!reader and yandere! Klaus and hes in his rut or breeding season , also where reader is Gothic but kinda shy so when she is horny, Klaus can smell it, but she loves his wolf form, so he reads her mind and decides to ask her about it, and because of that he ends up knotting her multiple times in one night.

(For those of you who couldn’t tell from the ask THIS WILL CONTAIN WOLF SMUT so like go away if it’ll make you uncomfortable. Okay love you, enjoy ;))

Ruining her

Klaus ran his hands down his lovers arms gently as she leant back against his chest. His nose brushed over the side of her neck as his lips pressed soft kisses as he moved along to her shoulder and back.

His fangs and canines elongated in his mouth and his arms circled round her to press her ass against his hard on. Her skirt was so tiny he could see her plump ass perfectly, only her fishnet tights giving her the bear minimum coverage and her thing not helping at all.

His cock was so fucking desperate to be buried deep inside her, he could feel himself throbbing under his jeans as she bent forward to grab a chip from the bowl on the table in-front of them.

He moved forward with her and pressed his lips to her back, he kissed up her spine slowly while listening to her heart patter away in her chest. Her cropped jumper was easy to push up as his hands slid up her torso to squeeze her generously filled bra cups. His crotch ground against her behind as his forehead rest against her back.

He could hear her breathing getting heavier as he knew his was too. Her arousal flooded his senses as he basically humped her like a horny dog wolf. Within seconds he had her pressed right against the couch cushions while rubbing all up on her with his face in the back of her neck.

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Klaus was never ready for the full hit of his rut. He always underestimated just how powerful it was and how hungry he got for her.

He would sell his soul to have her on all fours, bent right down for him to mount her. He just wanted to fuck her until she was so worn out she couldn’t function. He wanted to knot her until she already looked pregnant with his babies.

But really he wanted to have her in a way he wasn’t sure he was allowed to.

He could still remember the first time he showed her his wolf form, how astonished she was by how huge he was. He knew he was many times the size of just any only wolf, and he loved how he could peer down at her like she were his prey.

Having her soft hands reach up to touch his face and run her fingers over his dagger like teeth. Seeing how her lips parted in amazement and her eyes search his frame. The breathless whisper of his name she gave as though she weren’t sure it was him, as if she hadn’t watched him turn just moments ago.

What he hadn’t exactly expected was the addictive scent of her desire for him.

But once he caught it, he couldn’t help but test just how much she liked him like that. So turning became a more regular occurrence for him, loving how she would curl up so his body could trap her in. He would listen to her shallow breaths as dirty little things filled her head. He would lick the area between her neck and shoulder and watch as she bit down on her lower lip to quieten herself.

It only made his rut that much harder to contain when the recurring dream of having her absolutely destroyed with his claws tearing their bed to shreds and the power of his thrusts nearly knocking her out. And what made his obsession with it fall over the edge was knowing that she wanted it too. Even if she wouldn’t admit it yet, he always knew what she needed and he would always provide.

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Klaus couldn’t help the way his nails formed claws and sunk into her shoulders, he could feel his need for her rising by the second.

“I need to have you” he whispered lowly to her and she nodded

“You do have me” she told him while arching her back to present her ass all the more better for him.

“I need you.” He whispered again while breaking the skin of her shoulders making her let out a high moan.

“Then have me” she breathed

“Love…” he murmured, still grinding up against her “I need you in so many ways”

“You can do whatever you like Klaus, I’ll always help your rut, let you finish inside me again if you like?” She offered while looking over her shoulder to him.

“Oh I will sweetheart, I’m gonna fill you up till you’re drunk on my cum” his voice was deep and gravely as he spoke, his eyes near obsidian as he looked to hers. Her arousal multiplied as she looked at his expression and she couldn’t help but imagine how he would look with his jet black fur to match them.

“Klaus…” she mumbled as she slowly pushed herself up and him off of her making a growl vibrate through his chest. Her face was flushed red and he knew exactly where her thoughts had gone. His hand grabbed hers as she went to push herself up from the sofa. He pulled her back to him and brought her palm to his jeans, pressing it against his hard on making her breathing stutter and her brows pull together.

“I know what you want” he whispered “I want to as well” he felt her fingers curve to squeeze his balls lightly through his clothes “you’re gonna be such a good girl” he muttered “just take your little outfit off and go get ready for me in our room okay?” His eyes remained on hers seeing the nervousness and excitement rise in her. “Can you do that my love? Are you ready for that?”

She nodded with that same dumbstruck expression on her pretty face as he stroked her cheek and kissed her lips gently. “I’ll be right up alright?” She nodded again and one side of her mouth curled up as he leant forward to brush his lips over her ear “I’m going to ruin you sweetheart”

The second he stood up away from her she let out a breath she hand realised she was holding before reality hit her and she ran up to their bedroom.

Her clothes were off in the matter of seconds and she was checking herself in the mirror. Claw marks already in her shoulder and her pussy pulsing while her wetness spread to her thighs and sticking them together. She wiped her inner thighs a little before pulling the duvet off of the bed and onto the leather couch that wait against the wall.

She sat on her knees against the bed sheets on top the mattress, her heart was pounding and her teeth held to lower lip up as she began to doubt herself.

Though her thoughts were cut short when the sound of his heavy paws approached the door.

She sucked in a breath as he walked in. She could never get over how magnificent he looked. The pure strength his body must hold was extraordinary and her lips always parted in disbelief at the sight.

His tail wagged low to the ground and he kicked the door shut and steps onto the bed, the mattress sinking under him. He made sure to be slow as he got closer to make sure she was definitely up for it.

He could hear her swallow thickly through her nerves as he towered over her even as he sat before her. Her eyes dragged down his front to his growing pink dick that stood gaining every ounce of her attention. Her mouth watered significantly at the sheer thickness of it as it just kept getting bigger before her.

He let out a rumble to try tear her attention away but her focus was locked in. He bent his neck brown to lick over the wounds on her shoulder making her shudder and lean her head against his chest and stare down at his cock which she assumed, and hoped for her sake that was fully erect and would had finished growing.

“Oh my god” she whispered and although she wasn’t looking at him, a smirk pulled at his face and his paw moved up to push her down.

She went down without any hesitation, her hot breath ghosting his tip making him growl lowly in anticipation. Her tongue gave a tentative lick before a breathy moan left her lips at the taste and her lips were wrapped around it within a second.

His claws scratched lightly at her skin as she sucked hungrily at him, her tongue darted out to rub at his slit. She was too entranced to feel the pain of her mouth being stretched as he somehow got even larger in both thickness and length while in her mouth. His eyes shut as she swallowed around him and pushed herself further down his dick.

His paw curled down to hold the back of her head, forcing himself deeper into her throat and loving how she choked on him. He ached in her soft little mouth as his hips thrust upward making her gag and cough around him but ultimately giving no attempt to pull off him. He looked down to see her eyes nearly in the back of her head as she guzzled him like whore.

He licked his lips as he brought his other paw to hold her down, shoving nearly all of him down her throat had her face nearly purple without oxygen. Begrudgingly he let her pull back for air, though she was soon back on him and sucking him down.

His tail batted against the bed seeing her so hungry for him. He breathed in deeply, a wave of her slick hitting him in full force.

He felt the growing desire to himself inside her. To have her mewling and whining like a desperate slut. After another blissful moment of her mouth before pushing her back onto the mattress, much to her dismay apparently as she whined and tried her hardest to sit up and suck him off some more.

He would have laughed if he could but for now he needed to have her. She was so fucking desperate for him, he would never turn back if this was how she behaved.

Her eyes trailed back up his frame as she gave in and laid still beneath him. He was so big, in every aspect, she didn’t want to be in control. She wanted him to do anything he wanted with her, and if he wanted her to lay down then she would.

He hummed in approval at her quick turn of submission, seeing that glossy effect over eyes as she gazed up at him like he were the most beautiful thing to ever exist. He pulled his paw down her front leisurely, his claws lightly pressing down against her skin creating a pleasant sting and light pink lines down her chest and abdomen.

His tongue shortly follows the marks, licking up from her hip to her neck. His eyes stayed on hers, pupils dilated as she watched his long tongue dance over her body.

“Klaus…” she whispered with a breath.

He growled softly as he lowered himself down so his chest hover just over hers, his fur brushing against her as they breathed in sync. Her hands rose to stroke his face gently, her eyes glancing to his lips with a hint of hesitation. His tail swayed lightly through the air as he licked her cheek and then her jaw, his sharp teeth gently nibbling the sensitive skin of her neck to make her whimper and have her hands in his fur.

He could hear the pulse in her cunt as she tugged at his coat. He nipped his way down to her belly listening to her sounds grow needier and her hands get rougher.

“Please Klaus, please” she whispered in a chant, the plea rolled of her tongue with ease and her eyes held so much need in them he could only laugh in his head as he moved a little lower. Her legs opened without a second thought and her hands were pulling at him desperately, whispered begs repeatedly given to him.

He pressed his muzzle to her soft tight pussy, listening to her gasp and letting his tongue slither out to taste her. “Oh dear god” she whispered as he licked over her folds and clit at a slow, dragged out pace. He had imagined this moment in his head a hundred times over but never had he realised how much stronger she would taste. His senses were his greatest privilege and he took advantage of it as much as possible. He had already felt how much more sensitive he was to her wet hot mouth, then how strong her arousal was and now this? He couldn’t wait to get her on all fours.

The more he thought about it, the more effort he was subconsciously putting into his work. He had been in a daze while he passionately buried his snout in her cunt. Only when her loud cry filled his head did he realise how furiously he was lapping at her. Her chest was pushed up and her nails were dug right into the scruff of his neck.

He gave a few more licks before pulling back. Her legs went limp either side of his head as she let her ragged breathing try to even out. Not that she had much a change before he was pushing her up. His teeth grabbing onto her arm to pull her up making her whimper and sit up.

A deep bark left his throat as he rounded her, getting behind her to give her a hint which she got and looked at him nervously. He nodded his head to her in encouragement and urged her onto her knees.

“Oh..kay…” she whispered moving into his desired position “is..is this…?” She began but let out a squeak as she felt his claws in her hips, pulling her back to him and propping her ass up better. A portion of his weight was against her as he brought himself on top of her, his back legs holding himself up enough so she didn’t feel heavier than she was. He growled to himself as he shuffled against her to slip himself between her legs.

He looked down to see try see what he was doing but only found himself that much more desperate seeing her dripping little pussy shining back at him as she spread her arms out and lay her head and chest against the mattress. He could see and feel his dick growing more eager as her hand moved between them to help guide him inside her.

The loud moan she let out was euphoric to hear, almost as magical as the feeling of his fat cock being shoved inside her.

“Oh god, oh god” she whimpered, her tiny tight hole was barely fitting his tip inside her let alone any more of him. He was stuffing her full of him, inch by inch, his ears twitching at the straight up pornographic sounds she was producing.

He bucked his hips up to sheath himself deeper inside her, the cry she gave was only encouragement. His mind was spinning at the situation they were in. Her plushy walls held onto him so deliciously he was panting beyond relief, his tongue out of his mouth as he got a good grip on her before thrusting his hips at a bruising pace.

She gave no effort to quieten herself as she cried out for more and more. No dreams would ever amount to the real thing, it was like he was on every inch of her body. His hips rutted to hers in a frenzy, the intensity of the breeding season smacking him in the face full force.

He could feel himself swelling at the base of his cock, his knot forming making him let out deep grunts as his claws tore at the sheets beneath them and then at her shoulders, her hips, her back. And she relished in ever pain filled tear of her skin, the adrenaline flowing through her body as she strained as far as she would ever be able to so he could force his knot inside her.

“Oh fucking hell Klaus” she yelled as it swelled inside her. He fucked it in and out her several more times to hear her cry and moan until he found himself unable to pull out and spilling all inside her, not that their was anymore space to fill. Her eyes rolled back as it overflowed out of her and his dick continue to throb inside her. Thinking wasn’t something she could even want to do as she was overcome with the need to please him, to be bred my him and hold his pups.

A full two minute of them both remaining still as he pumped his load into her until she felt heavy with him cum, he was able to get out of her only to have not softened at all.

He backed off of her to see her covered in their mess, he wasn’t sure when she had orgasmed but by the scent and looks of it, it was more than once.

He bent his head down to lick a long swipe up her soaked cunt, savouring the flavour of them both box together as she moaned hoarsely and her body rocked to meet his luscious long tongue. He moved his way from the hood of her clit to the top of her ass, rubbing and rolling his tongue at every opportunity until she was releasing even more for him to eat up.

He only stopped when she crawled away from his mouth and knelt up in-front on him on unstable legs. Sweat covering her forming a desirable glow to outline her body as she grabbed a hairband from the dresser and tied her messed up hair back.

She looked back to him with her lips still parted in heavy pants as she pressed her lips to his, the hesitation completely gone from either of them as she moan around his tongue and her hands pulled at his fur so hard he stumbled on top of her. Her back hit the mattress and her back stuck to the sheets but neither of them could care less.

It wasn’t long at all before her legs were clinging to his waist while his solid dick shoved back inside her. Somewhat easier this time but still with struggle.

She pulled away from his face and squeezed her eyes shut. Klaus felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Seeing her face scrunch up and twist on all versions of pleasure and pain had him bucking into her once again making her moan out and grab onto him

“Mm Klaus just- oh shit- just get it all in” she whined and he did just that, getting as much as he could inside her before rocking just a few inches back and forth to keep as much of him clasped inside her as possible. His body was boiling against hers as they shook the bed with each movement, his breath hit her neck repeatedly making her head tilt back for his teeth to nip and bite at the skin.

He groaned loudly as he pounded into her again and again, he pulled his head away from her neck too look down at her. Poor thing was barely breathing as she hid her face in his fluffy chest and huffed his scent like a drug addict.

He lowed down so his forearms were either side of her head while her hips thrust up and his rocked to meet each other’s at a mind blowing speed. The bed creaked and if Klaus were honest, he aimed to break it just through force of it smacking against the wall.

He could feel how her walls quivered around his dick as he continuously stroked his tip along her cervix until it was bruised and tears flew down her face in a balance of bliss and suffering.

“I love you Klaus” she whispered and that snapped him, he was fucking in and out of her as though his life depended on it.

He was so glad nobody was home, he can only image how this could look. This was something he would keep special for her and only her, he trusted her and he loved her in ways he wasn’t aware he could. And he knew she trusted him just as much if not more, so much that she let him, wanted him to do this to her. To basically treat her like a doll while she screamed and cried for him to breed her.

And just that he would do. Stuff her full of his children and look after her while she carries them. The amount of dreams he’s had of her with her belly all swollen while he stroked her hair and feels their baby kick.

Every thought and possibility filled his mind as he locked inside her again and flooded her with his knot. The loud screams of his name were enough for him to know just how much she needed this too.

Once pulled out he allowed her a moment to breathe, his mouth gently cleaning her up before he pulled the pillow under her head to give her some support. He could sense her aching pain and bruised insides and as much as he wished he could say he felt awful, he just wanted to fuck her until she passed out and he had to stop.

“Klaus” she rasped, her hands pulling him to her “you know I love you” she murmured while kissing his head “and I’m gonna let you do anything you desire until my body can’t take it anymore”

He gave a soft growl of approval and nuzzled the side of her face. “Anything at all” she whispered looking him in the eye and he knew that the night was truly beginning…

(It’s not like overly descriptive mainly because I just wasn’t sure on it yet?? I don’t know like I do like it more than I thought I would and will definitely write something similar/better in the future. If you have some suggestions hit me, it’s a new area for me at the minute so hopefully it’s still working for yah ;) but yeah, love you all lots)

[prozacwhorehouse]

more zeke tyler headcannons. i can’t help myself !! (some 18+)

no one can stop me. i wont apologize. minors dni! not quite proofread sorry

- he’s a softie ONLY for his girl let’s be real

- truly believed he wasn’t deserving of love until you drilled the idea into him

- “i love you, zeke” “really?”

- once you’re together you’re getting married. you definitely break up multiple times though, but always end up getting back together.

- one time you guys got in a massive fight in the courtyard. the last thing you said had people clapping. you ignore him for the rest of the day until he shows up at your window that night for some make up sex!!

- KISSING. so many kisses. the way he caresses tw: Marybeth’s face before and when he’s kissing her? yep. does that to you every time.

- you guys fuck all the time. like 24/7 it’s ungodly. once you start, you can’t stop. you’re fucking in during class in school closets, his car, before school after school literally any chance you get. he fucking loves making you feel good and the way you make him feel.

- “five more minutes..” hed breathe into your neck while you’re sat on some cabinets in a storage closet, him between your legs. “can’t- i- ah, fuck- trig test” safe to say you don’t make it to that trig test

- people KNOW it too. if the two of you disappear throughout the day, word gets around that you skipped to have sex in his car. he’ll drive it away from school though, no interruptions

- obsessed with the way you look when you’re sucking him off it makes him unbelievably hard.

- jealous in a passive aggressive way but good at hiding it. “you’re hanging out with him now?” he’d ask with the slightest detectable edge. you just roll your eyes and ignore it, he does this all the time.

- movie theater makeouts i feel very strongly about this. it’s pretty much a challenge for you two to see how long you can watch the movie before you start passionately making out in the back corner seats you always pick for that very purpose. your record is 20 minutes.

- you two are definitely banned from a theater or two for doing this. he has no shame, either. when the usher flashes his light on you, zeke just smirks, asking “is there a problem?” before going in to kiss you again. you on the other hand are pulling him up and out of there. why would he apologize for kissing his girl?

- king of fingering obviously have you seen his hands? will have you seated infront of him, back to his chest, one arm hooked around your shoulders and the other making you fall apart on his fingers. makes him so hard when you’re gasping, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. you feel him smirk against your neck, and him harden under you. he loves to watch you SQUIRM AKKSNDBD

- if you’re sad he’s kissing your tears away. it makes you giggle and you try to swat him away, but he just pulls you closer so you can’t get away, until all your tears are gone.

- loves laying his head in your lap in the courtyard during lunch. it’s your default place and position, you sitting up against a tree reading a book with his head in your lap. you arm lying lightly across his neck to hold the book, him holding up a piece of grass to fiddle with.

- swimming in the lake dates. done. i imagine like a quarry situation almost, holds your hand the first time you jump off. will hoist you up, absolutely admiring you above him, then lowering you down to wrap around his waist, then you kissing him sweetly. then he’ll basically throw you into the water and you’ll start play fighting, splashing around and swimming away from eachother.

- you kiss him all over. sometimes you guys will just be laying on your bed and he’s looking up at you like 🙂 and you just kiss him all over his face bc he’s such a cutie and he’s blushing and telling you “stawpppp” but he doesn’t really mean it

- “one more? ☺️” you ask and he’s ofc he’s immediately like fineeee and you kiss him on the nose but he was expecting one on the lips!!! guess he gets another one

- steals anything and everything for you. those earrings you glanced at in the mall? they’re in his pocket. you mentioned a book you wanted to read? he already swiped it from the library. he scratched out the “property of Harrington High” on the inside cover and write your name. no one will ever know!

- i know I said you fight a lot, but regardless - when ever his parents flake, he’s welcome at your house. it’s unspoken.

- you’ll hear a knock at your window, looking up to see zeke crouched on the roof. you sigh, making your way over to unlock the window. opening it, you step back and he jumps through. he stands there avoiding your eyes for a moment, before quietly saying “my- my parents..” and that’s all you need to know. you’re dragging him to your bed, letting him lay down comfortably. you turn the light off before snuggling into him, arm slung over his chest, head in the crook of his neck. “im sorry.” he whispers into the darkness. “I know.” you respond, lifting your head to press a soft kiss to his jaw before settling back in and drifting off to sleep together. you’re walking into school the next morning hand in hand again !

- in public he guides you by the small of your back, arm around your shoulders, or his personal favorite, your belt loops.

- this is so dirty. bare with me. he teases the fuck out of you. you’re never getting what you want straight away. “aww, poor thing,” he’ll coo, looking at your soaked panties. you’re on the edge of the bed with your legs up and open, him kneeling between them. and then wait for it…he presses a soft kiss to your clothed cunt. it is the most minimal contact but it’s one of his favorite things to do cause it drives you WILD, you start whining and squirming because you want something more. “what’s wrong? come on, sweetheart, use your words.” he’s tracing the outline of your folds through your panties. “zeke, please, touch me. i want to feel you,” you beg, back arching towards his fingers. “good girl, asking so nicely,” and he slides your panties to the side and softly licks your folds, blowing cool air onto your pussy which makes you squirm and whine again. he takes this as a signal to latch onto your clit, sucking sweetly. your eyes are literally rolling into the back of your head because he knows exactly how to send you into orbit

- aftercare is everything he’s praising you for how well you’ve done, cleaning you up, sharing a cigarette beneath the sheets after.

- he brings up marriage one time during one of these after sex cuddle smoke sesh. he 100% fits the run away and get married at 18 in the chapel of love storyline

- “marry me.” he says. you adjust your head, bringing it higher on his chest. “what?” “marry me.” he’s smirking so goofy and you’re just like babe…”funny.” you scoff. “why?” “why? because we’re teenagers, zeke.” “so what? i already know i want to be with you forever.” and you’re like where is this coming from you tough facade freak but it makes your heart swell bc you have that effect on him duh “tell you what- if you actually graduate this year, I’ll marry you.” and he’s like fuck bc we know damn well he’s going to repeat senior year again

- you have to force him to do his homework. he’s actually really smart it’s just he doesn’t want to put in the effort. you promise him a kiss after every assignment he completes. he manages to get you to agree to a kiss after every question he answers correctly. this is the only reason he graduates on time, he owes it all to you

- you guys are stoners, he just never uses his own stash. he loves getting high amd doing stupid shit with you.

- in all seriousness you’re his confidant. it scares him how much he loves you, and getting him to admit that was difficult at first. he has never once felt judged by you, and felt loved for the first time. he’s marrying you.

- you definitely clean his house for him sorry. his parents aren’t there to help him and he just really doesn’t give a fuck but it gives you major agita so you clean up while he works in his lab. you even make him food! he feels so taken care of he wants you to stay most nights.

- you love his glasses. they’re the cutest thing but he never wears them at school. you wish he wore them all the time. “oh my gosh!” you shriek when you walk into his garage and see him wearing them, he hasn’t in a while. you run over and kiss him all over and tease him like “who’s *kiss* this *kiss* cute *kiss* boy!” and he’s like bro I’m never wearing these again (he loves it)

- most people know you’re a thing but one time a girl saw him at a party and she was like “do you know anyone here?” and he points to you dancing on the table like “her. my girlfriend. want to meet her?” she backs off

- You’ve fallen asleep at his house wayyyy to many times he’s just so comfy :( you wake up in the morning and you’re like FUCK i missed my curfew and didn’t even call my parents!! and he’s like “I did ;)” you were just so cute sleeping he had to call them for you so yoi could rest. you’re RELIEVED bc obv you want to stay in bed with him.

[quartztwst]

Edmond, Rene, and Cedric info (TWST OCs) + some visuals 🤪

[WARNING BEFORE READING: This contains child abuse and images have blood pictured in them. If you are not comfortable with this, please don’t read this or please look at my safer works!!]

(also my writing is trash)

Small Information If You Don’t Know Them:

Edmond Pierre (3rd year), Rene Pierre (1st year), and Cedric Etoile (2nd year) are Twisted Wonderland OCs based of Disney’s 1950s Cinderella. Edmond Pierre is based off of Drizella, Rene Pierre is based off of Anastasia, and Cedric Etoile is based of off Cinderella.

Information About Them Currently:

In NRC, Edmond and Rene are both sorted into Pomefiore’s dormitory, meaning that they’re literally togther often but that doesn’t mean they get along. They are always seen either bickering or messing with eachother since well.. They are brothers.

Their arguements can get quite loud and annoying with leads Vil to shut them up and punishing them. Sometimes Vil has to keep an eye on them so they won’t get too rowdy over petty topics like which color the fabric is (although none of them knows anything about fabrics because it’s just Edmond wanting to impress Vil and Rene is there to sabotage him.)

Although it may seem like they’re always together, they also interact with other students:

Rene often talks to Epel since they are in the same grade and in the same dorm. They share some similar interests like going against things about them like how Epel dislikes being pictured as a weak and meek dude when he actually can stand his ground, and Rene hates the expectations of his mother and being restricted.

Edmond and Rene both find Rook strange. However, Edmond admires Rook’s ability to make such poetic statements about others or about anything.

Edmond and Rene respect Vil a lot since he is the dormleader of Pomefiore. Also he’s the one who stops their petty fighting and puts them in the time-out corner.

Octavinelle is dead.

Edmond is in the same club as Riddle and finds him a promising underclassman. But Riddle thinks Edmond is a bit… like Ace and Deuce. Edmond doesn’t know that so he’s living in his delusion (lol.)

(Other interactions may come soon.)

Edmond, during school, loves to act like he is proper and above people like he’s a prince. He also doesn’t like getting his hands dirty in fights so he avoids them. Basically, he thinks he’s a pretty princess who cannot be harmed. So far, he hasn’t totally beaten up. Just a little roughed up. From the tweels.

Rene, on the other hand, depends. I mean, he doesn’t like people bothering him but if a physical or magical fight can get him out of NRC, he’ll do his best. But usually, Rene is a good student. He doesn’t really bother people unless it’s his brother.

Academics for Edmond is hard. He’s pretty good in P.E. but he struggles with studying for academic tests. He’s grades are pretty low as Rene is doing well, but he’s only doing well if him getting out of NRC doesn’t work out.

SInce there isn’t much about RSA, Cedric’s school life may be short.

Cedric’s grades are average. He’s not perfect but he is passing since his test scores are impressive. He seems to do better in tests rather than other assignments. It may be because he works better with pressure, or he managed to study most of the subjects the night before the tests.

During school, Cedric is a good student, always helping out and assisting others whenever he can which is why some of his assignments get low grades. He also works out often now so picking up heavy things are easier for him.

He oftens hangs around Neige and they’re good friends. (Other interactions may come soon.)

Information About Their Past:

Back in their childhood and they were mostly raised by the Pierre brothers’ mother (Cedric’s stepmother), Cedric did all the chores and was left mostly alone. He was treated horribly by his step-mother and he was forced to be homeschooled and hidden away from others outside of the family.

Before all of this, Cedric used to live with his father but then his father died due to a heart attack right after he got remarried. Since Cedric’s mother died during birth, his stepmother was the only adult to take him in as his mother figure. She had also taken in his father’s popular boutique business in the City of Flowers, inheriting all of the money. Soon, she was consuming and thriving in the rich life as she hid Cedric from everybody.

Despite his step-mother being cruel, his step-brothers weren’t so. They still played with Cedric even when their mother told them not to or pulled them away. She tried to isolate Cedric as much as she could.

Because of that, Edmond as accepted it as Rene thought it was stupid. (But they still interacted with Cedric because THEY’RE BASICALLY BROTHERS.)

Cedric’s scar happened because of an accident.

After Cedric’s stepmother forced everything onto Cedric, Edmond felt upset that Cedric was doing more than him when he was the oldest. So he tried to cook all by himself but Cedric said it was too dangerous for him since he was inexperienced. Edmond was cutting some vegetables angrily until Cedric tried to pull the knife away from his hands and caused a tug of war.

With a slip of a hand, Edmond accidentally made a deep cut into Cedric’s cheek.

Edmond felt so guilty and helped Cedric clean up the blood and patched it up for him. Til this day, he looks at the scar with slight guilt.

Cedric think it made him look badass though lol

END OF THE POST

I literally suck at writing sorry but i really wanted to talk about their backstory. i might change it up too if i don’t like it. 😭😭😭😭 sometimes i feel so awkward talking about my ocs but i hope u guys made it to here lol

Rene and Edmond basic info

Cedric and Moira basic info

[lemonandlime22]

Platonic yandere!Ace & Deuce

Warning(s): Yandere shit, unhealthy behavior, this shits only good for fiction irl this is no fuckin good obv, basically me rambling abt whatever comes to mind, cussing, not edited

A/N: getting more into yandere shit again, might write a fic at some point, but knowing me i doubt it lol. Sorry for the extreme lack on content, ive recently moved and been so much busier then i ever expected, also no wifi yet so its rly hard to to this on the computer. rn im pet sitting for a friend and they let me use their wifi so im able to write.

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These two as yanderes wouldn't be too bad in all honesty

their just both extremely overprotective

and maybe Ace is a lot tad manipulative

Deuce just wants you to be safe and happy.

They downright refuse to let you alone with anyone that has or has tried to hurt you, it took a lot of convincing and reassuring just to let those ppl near you period

and there are quite a few ppl that fall into that category,

All the house wardens + Jamil

except for Kalim,

Crowley

I cannot express into words how much they hate Crowley,

The tweels,

Lilia

just in case.... (≖_≖ ),

Ruggie

he and Leona are kinda a package deal in that regard,

Ortho

for B6 spoiler reasons,

And a bunch of random students

cause a lot students at this school are assholes.

And i think that's abt it so far-

Deuce worries so much abt you all the time, he's like a clingy big dog

he rarely lets you leave his or Ace's sight

Ace acts like he could give a rats ass abt you but rly he worries just as much as Deuce

These two will do virtually anything for you

want answers to a test?

they got them for you by the end of the day!

some rando bothering you?

this world might have one less person or a hospital might gain a patient!

want Ramshackle cleaned

that mf is ganna be spotless once they're done with it!

ok maybe not the last one they'll rly just casually clean when they're there and in a month it'll be sparkling

The only downside to this is that they will always bicker wth each other while doing these things.

Oh Ace and Deuce almost never leave Ramshackle btw

Just imagine having a clingy dog and cat and that's abt the same experience.

Oh and this might go without saying, but by the end of the story they won't let you more than 6 feet away from either of them at all times

and i mean ALL

also there is no way in hell you are ever going to go home

these two will fr get a sledgehammer and go to town on that mirror no matter the consequences.

Buuut before that, they'll mostly Ace try and convince you to stay willingly by saying almost anything from guilt-tripping you too antagonizing your friends and family.

Decue will try to convince you too stay by getting you things, both sentimental and otherwise

he might even go back into stealing if the time comes.

Overall, rly these two aren't all that bad, but kidnapping is still on the table if they ever need to take dire measures....

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