#tmc x male reader

[yeowhy]

[ “The Devil comes to steal, kill, and destroy.” ]

cw :; smut [ Gabriel/M!Reader :: corruption kink, guided masturbation, praise kink, voyeurism, pet names (reader receiving), p.w.o.p, no actual penetration . . there definitely will be if I do a second portion, though!! ] FEM DNI. extra ;: tall gabriel. very tall (though not mentioned). yummers. reader is a follower of gabriel, but not an alternate. . oh! Gabriel is referred to as "Mister Gabriel" once. this was also requested!!

a/n :: my mother had just invited me to a church class and I was going to decline until I got this request . . i ended up going for some ideas. ⭐️ THIS IS ALSO NOT PROOFREAD. we die like jonah/adam; foolishly. ( forgive me for that . . )

Gabriel ( despite being who he is ) isn’t someone who necessarily gets aroused or has any kinds of those thoughts . .

but when it comes to you, however.

just the thought of taking your innocence, whether it be forcibly or consensually, is enticing.

just look at you! his loyal, innocent, dear, follower. he can’t help it,

he wants to teach you anything he can that you aren’t aware of, or have ever tried. whether it be sexual, or not. he wanted to plague and corrupt you and your mind.

gabriel’s thin yet firm hands traced your face, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes, smiling. not the smile he’d use when intimidating or revealing himself to the people in the county, full of malice and greed, but a different one. he seemed happy. . excited.

“ my dear dove,” the false angel cooed, holding your face in between his hands as if it would break with one false move, “ would you like to learn something . . new, today?”

he starts by saying that what he'd be teaching you would bring you closer to him, and would strengthen your bond and loyalty. .

and, of course, you believe him. as a loyal follower of gabriel's, of course you would!

the false archangel's hands begin to creep farther up your chest, underneath the plain, white, dress shirt you had been wearing previously. he stared down at you, face seeming concentrated and stern as his fingers began to lightly tweak and pull at your nipples.

small gasps and whined slipped from you, confused on what was going on and what gabriel was doing. . but you trusted him. he had said the teachings you were going to receive would strengthen your fellowship, so might as well go through with it. there was no backing out now, anyway. .

" mm- mister gabriel? " you mumbled softly, not sure if it would be alright to speak at such moment. what were you even meant to do, anyway? just sit and watch?

" yes, my dove?" he replied, voice soothing and calm. he stared into your eyes, smiling that excited smile again, stopping all movements to pay full attention to what you were going to say.

you gulped now that all his attention was towards you, nervously staring down at his hands as they rested against your chest. " wh- what am I supposed to do? surely all the work isn't just on your part. ."

you were so innocent and adorable.

" mm. you're right," the other replied. " turn around for me, dear. I'm going to show you an . . exercise, and then then you do it on your own. alright?" a simple nod from you was given, turning around so your back was pressed against his upper body.

slowly, he took your hand into his, slipping them both underneath your pants and undergarments, taking hold of your already half hard cock. " oh?" gabriel mumbled to himself, smiling to himself against your neck.

a sharp inhale came from you, beginning to squirm and shake. " ah - did I do something wrong?" you tilted your head back, looking up at the 'angel.' you poor thing, sensitive and worried . . he almost felt bad for how he was going to plague your mind and fill it with filth.

gabriel shook his head, beginning to guide your hand around your cock. he slowly moved your hand, squeezing slightly below your tip so you would follow - small gasps and moans falling upon gabriel's ears. you sounded so delightful.

" good boy."

now that was shocking. your legs tensed, starting to close together from those two simple words. meaningless praise that had you reacting this way, it felt surreal. there was a soft yet strong pressure building somewhere in your body . . but then it ceased. just when Gabriel's hand had pulled his and your hands away together.

you panted repeatedly, legs shaking still as your back slumped against his chest. it felt so tiring, even when you had barely done anything. " now, dove, try it yourself. " Gabriel commanded, humming contently as his hands pulled your pants and underwear down mid-thigh so he could observe properly.

slowly, you began to pump your hand up and down, following what gabriel had guided you to do, but something about it . . it didn't feel nice, nor was the pressure coming back. even when gabriel was guiding you, it had been your hand, so why didn't it feel as . . good?

mewling, you peered up at Gabriel, whining to him about how it didn't feel . . nice. " my poor dove." he cooed mockingly, though you didn't seem to catch it. gabriel pried your hand away from your now throbbing and aching cock, wrapping his own hand around it.

then he began to stroke up and down, squeezing slightly at the base and the tip, rubbing the slit softly with the pad of his thumb. your moans became more and more erratic and messy, the pressure building again, though far stronger than before.

with a few more pumps of gabriels hand and you were shaking, your legs closing tightly around gabriel's hand and wrist, the pressure beginning to fade slowly. slowly, gabriel opened your legs again with his spare hand, having you look down at the mess.

there was a substance of some sort coating gabriels hand and a part of your thigh, dripping down. your eyes drooped, mumbling a soft apology to Gabriel about the mess. . falling asleep not even a few moments later.

oh, Gabriel was going to teach you so much later on.

[yandereworlds]

It's been a hot minute since I've drawn yandere gabriel from my last post, but I had to draw this menace again

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[pastelclovds]

yo @trianglesimp, imagine after reader fucked the other alternates, they decide to keep reader and make their home as their hangout place or a place to gather more alternates into our world, and ofc reader is chill with it.

reader doesn’t fear going outside after dark due to the alternates they’ve befriended always guarding them from other alternates who’d want to hurt them. reader isn’t fazed when they see dark, distorted figures eyeing them everywhere they go. all they see are desperate creatures who want a taste of their dick and euphoric orgasms, and reader is always happy to indulge in their needs cause it’s 100 times better than using their hand to get off.

gabriel is both amused and surprised that reader had survived this long after encountering a number of his creations, and the fact that reader is not even afraid of them nor throwing a fit over them staying in their home is beyond impressive. not only that, but the stories his servants told him about your… sexual acts has him curious. gabriel feels torn over wanting to indulge in his needs or simply killing reader. he decides to let you live with the excuse fact that his creations find you entertaining, and that if they ever need relief; they can use you. your future is unpredictable at the moment, but one thing is predictable, you will have these creatures by your side for a long time (and meet their leader very soon).

i also have a funny scenario that involves reader and an acquaintance they have in their workplace.

you were currently chilling on the couch and sharing a bowl of popcorn with an alternate that was watching the television along side you. it was a cheesy romcom that you’ve quickly lost interest in, but the alternate continued to stare at the screen intently.

you had assumed that since they had used electronics to travel wherever they’ve please, that they would have known about the media that electronics produced. but the fact that their blank, dark eyes continued to stare at the show with curiosity and slight fascination was… kinda adorable.

but still, you remember this one very vividly because they were the first one whom you had railed the hell out of. you still have the looks of pleasure on their faces engraved in your mind as you made them lose theirs. you could tell they have never experienced pleasure that you have given them, and they were greedy for more.

their long, distorted limbs wrapped around your body nearly twice as you continued to ravage into their cunt. harsh thrust after thrust made them forget that their original purpose for you was, they continued to cry out to their creator as they squirted over your pelvis and you didn’t stop until you buried yourself to the hilt and filled them up with warmth that doesn’t compare to anything else. you’ve allowed yourself to drift off to your own fantasies of how it would feel if you had owned the alternate beside you.

make them wear a collar with your name on it, make them choke on your dick while their on all fours, and make them scream your name as you rail them in a park, church, anywhere public. so that if any poor, unfortunate soul were to see your acts, they would know who your alternate belonged to. you were snapped out of your thoughts when a frail looking claw-hand landed on your thigh.

the alternate was staring into your eyes, their pupils were pitch black and held a pleading and desperate sort of emotion within them. their hand moved from your thigh to your crotch, you let out a small gasp when they slid their cold, slim fingers inside your boxers and began to fondle your balls.

you let out a breathy chuckle as you imagined the alternate with a wet pussy, and like magic, it appeared between their thighs. the alternate began to shiver and let out low labored breaths as you slipped your own fingers to play with their clit. “i-i knew you were here for a reason, i asume you want the usual? fucking this pretty pussy until nobody else but me get to use it, filling it to the brim with my cum until you become pregnant, is that what you want, pretty thing?” you ask as you removed your sweatpants and threw it off to floor somewhere.

the alternate nodded quickly as they rolled their hips along with your fingers, and gasped when your fingers entered their pussy and began to finger them furiously. “as much as i love seeing you lose yourself to my fingers, i-i can spread for both of us when i say that we should get to the main event.” you spit onto your palm and stroked your cock to full hardness as well as to lube it, and once that was done, you pushed them down onto the couch and lifted their long legs over your shoulders.

the alternate let out a distorted howl when you entered them and didn’t waste time with waiting, the living room quickly became humid as you thrusted in and out of their drooling pussy, their warm walls made it hard for you to not cum right then and there, but you wanted to make them cry and beg you for more until they couldn’t.

a sudden ringing from your phone made your movements stop for a second, the alternate whined when your pleasurable thrusts came to an end, you simply pulled their legs from of your shoulders and wrapped them around your waist (you noticed how their legs immediately tightened around you) and grabbed your phone that was on top of a small cabinet beside your couch. “sorry baby, why don’t you ride me while i’m taking this call?” you almost couldn’t finish your sentence due to the alternate pouncing on top of you and moving it’s hips in a fast pace.

you looked at who the caller was, it was simon from your workplace, you answered him. “what do you want simon i’m— oh fuck-, r-really busy right now,” you tried your hardest to try to pay attention to what he was saying, something about him being worried because you haven’t shown up in work for the past few days or some shit. you were too fixated on the sight of your cock disappearing inside the alternate and the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin to focus on simon.

at the moment, nothing else mattered except for fucking this creature dumb. who needs work when you have this one and their friends at your doorstep. “what is that noise, are you okay?” simon asked, “oh- i’m more than okay, keep moving your hips faster baby, cum on my cock.” on your command, the alternate let out a cry that distorted all electronics nearby before creaming around your cock, the sight alone was enough to make you burst inside them.

“what the!? are you fucking somebody while on call with me?” your acquaintance asked in disbelief, you bit your lip when you saw your mixed releases drip from the alternate’s cunt and down your balls. “fuck yeah i am,” you chuckled before bidding simon goodbye and hanging up. the alternate let out a whimper as the began grinding on your dick once more, what a greedy little thing. you wrapped one of your arms around their waist and thrust your hips up into their used cunt, “you’re desperate to milk another one outta me, aren’t you?” the alternate nodded frantically, moving along with your thrusts as it spewed out strings of moans.

you were caught off guard when you heard static coming from your tv, the romcom was long gone. in the gray mess on your screen, a hooded figure made himself known, and he was staring intensely at the mess between your cock and the other alternate’s pussy.

you couldn’t help a grin overtaking your face, “hello six, the usual as well?” you we’re gonna be busy after all, and not with work.

authors note: well, i’ve officially descended into madness. that or it’s just my monterfucker brain going crazy because it’s nearly october. I hope you’ve enjoyed this, cause i did ;). love you! 💙

[weird-addiction]

God is Cruel to you, Not Me.

Pairing: House of the Dragon x Male!Targaryen!Reader x Mandela Catalogue Alt Gabriel

Genre: Crossover Angst

Warnings: self-hate, self-harming, guilt, mentions of childbirth death, masochistic tendencies, forcing religion onto someone, manipulation, happy ending for reader but everyone else suffers.

A/n: Final Repost of this. This is official post of this fic. @kawaiiskeletoneggsnerd

Westeros is known for having the religion of the Faith of the Seven, the Valyrians such as the Targaryens and Velaryons. They had the Valyrian gods of old to watch over them, it was always said the Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, they say that because of their dragons.

What if, it was not the dragons that made them closer to god, what if nothing made them closer to the gods.

Well. Except for one.

Y/n Targaryen.

He was known as the younger brother of Rhaenyra Targaryen, when he was born he took the life of both his mother Queen Aemma and his older twin Baelon Targaryen. When he was old enough to understand it, he began to blame himself for killing his mother as he made his way into the world.

The other thing about Y/n is that he was a dreamer, but not just any dreamer. His dreams were not of the future or about the present, it was about something completely different. The first one started at the age of seven, it was a dream of him standing in front of a tree. In front of the tree was a red apple, it was tempting to take a bite out of it. There was a faint voice pulling him ever so slightly forward, but he woke up before he could do anything.

Then the dreams would continue every night, every time he went into the dream he would walk a step forward, inching towards the apple.

Y/n would go to talk to his father about such dreams, Viserys did not fully understand his dreams as they were not the usual dreams of Targaryens that himself has experienced. During the days in the Red Keep, he would hear voices pulling him to places, sometimes he passed out and awake in his room with him on the floor.

He would pick the dagger his uncle Daemon had gifted him during his seventh name day, then begin to make marks on his arms just to relieve the pain he felt building up.

The scars would burn at first, but then he realized he liked the burns.

This was the way he grew up, soon it felt like normal, during nights sometimes he would wake up and see a tall figure at the foot of his bed. The figure was almost as tall as his room, it wore a white robe and had curly blonde hair. Sometimes, he could have sworn he saw wings.

Rhaenyra offered to take him to the sept to pray as to maybe to take his mind off things, but once Y/n even put one foot inside the sept he felt dizzy, like something was restraining him from going inside. He pushed back the feeling and continued in anyway.

“Even though our family worships the Valyrian gods, in Westeros we still have the Faith of the Seven. We should have both as we now live on these lands.” Rhaenyra said.

Y/n stayed silent before speaking, thinking over what he was going to say. “Are there…any other religions in Westeros?” His voice was soft as he turned to his sister.

“Not that I know of.” Rhaenyra then got into a prayer position, she gestured to Y/n to follow her actions.

She then began to pray under her breath, closing her eyes as she spoke to herself. Y/n also tried, but inside his head was something different, a different prayer was said.

‘Say it.’

“My lord, bless for all as I shall never stray. For my blood should be my own, no other gods shall see me bleed.” The words fell out of his lips so easily, he had no control of what he was even saying. And before he knew it, he was done.

And that is how many years passed, the years passed before his own eyes like a blur of colors. The prayer he continued to say over and over again every single night, the tragedies that befall on others, the drama within his family never got to him. It seemed like everyone else around him was miserable, it was he was the only one that was not punished by the gods.

On Driftmark, they were there to attend the funeral of Lady Laena Velayron. He stood next to his sister and his nephews, he kind of felt bored but he gave his best stance regardless. After the speech Vaemond gave, Y/n went over to his uncle Daemon.

“Uncle.” He said.

“Nephew.” Daemon replied back.

“I’m terribly sorry for your loss, I’m sure she was a good wife.”

A smile ghosted Daemon’s lips. “The gods can be cruel, especially to your father.”

Y/n wanted to laugh at that, he pushed back the feeling of it back down. “Yes, they have. Same with my sister. And even you, uncle.”

Daemon had confusion on his mind. “And you?” He asked his nephew.

“Not that I could think of. Nothing has been bad for me in recent years.” Y/n dipped his head slightly, looking out to the ocean.

“Nothing good ever comes to us Targaryens. Every time a Targaryen is born they say the gods flip a coin. If they flipped to the good side, the bad will still be present regardless.” Daemon downed his wine from his goblet in one go.

“What if the gods are just not cruel to me?” Y/n asked with curiosity, his eyes watched the tides below.

“Why don’t you ask your cunt of a step-mother? I am sure that she knows about the ‘higher authority’. Faith and all that.” Daemon lets out a smile, in which Y/n returns to him.

“I doubt she can help me.”

—---------

He went to bed early that night, having the same dream again but this time he was right in front of the apple.

Y/n picked it up without much of another thought, then he took a bite out of it. There was a tree that was planted in front of him, and behind it, a boney pale hand reached out to him, telling him to take its hand.

His body moved on his own as he took it, then everything faded to black.

Y/n felt someone shaking him awake, it was a guard telling him something had happened. He got dressed quickly and went downstairs. Turns out his half-brother Aemond had his eye taken out.

Once he saw how Aemond was sitting in a chair getting stitches, he wanted to care but he just really could not feel any empathy for him. Once again, such events passed with flying colors as before he realized he was already back home in King’s Landing.

His sister, Rhaenyra has distanced herself and has decided to move to Dragonstone. Y/n stayed as in King’s Landing.

Time passed quickly, and soon six years went by and his sister was back to defend Luke’s claim to Driftmark. He avoided the whole thing that was happening in the throne room, he wandered off to the sept again to pray.

Y/n did not know how much time had passed, but Alicent, his step mother, had come to see him in the sept.

“I did not know you came into the sept, I always thought you and Rhaenyra worshipped the Valyrian gods.” Alicent said, walking in while her arms held each other.

“I do not know anything about the Valyrian gods of old, nor do I know anything of the Faith of the Seven. I have never even once looked at the Seven-pointed-star.” He continued to stay in the prayer position of being on his knees.

“Then why do you come into the sept, there is no reason for you to pray to.”

Y/n stood up, his eyes held a dark glint in them. “There is someone else I pray to.”

“Y/n.” He heard being called, looking over to see his sister at the arched doorway of the sept. “Nyra..” He called his sister’s nickname as she walked over.

“I knew I would find you here, though you have told me you don’t know the faith. We worship the Valyrian gods, you know that. It is our heritage.” Rhaenyra held his shoulders in a comforting manner.

“If Y/n is a prince of the Iron Throne, it is best for him to know the religion of Westeros after all.” Alicent spoke as she watched the sister and brother standing by each other.

Rhaenyra gave Alicent a harsh stare. “My brother is of Targaryen descent, from the times of Old Valyria. He should know the Valyrian gods.”

Silence ensued as the two women stared at each other. It was the prince that stood between that broke the silence.

“Then, I guess I failed as a Targaryen.”

Rhaenyra turned to look at him in confusion. “What do you mean brother?”

Y/n walked over to where the candles casted shadows onto the walls, standing in the said shadows as he clasped his hands together in a prayer position. “But now, I belong to him.” The shadows behind him begin to shift and turn into something else.

The figure the shadows shifted into was tall, the silhouette on the walls, soon three pairs of what seemed to be feathered wings sprouted from its back. The face soon had shadows cleared to show eyes and a mouth. The eyes of the shadow were stretched and the mouth was also very wide, the arch of the smile went from eye to eye.

The queen and the princess both could do nothing as they saw the shadow. The lighting soon returned to normal as Y/n turned to leave.

Over the next couple of weeks Alicent avoided her stepson like the plague, she could not get that image of them in the sept out of her mind. Everytime during meal time she prayed to the seven for their guidance and their blessing to set Y/n free of it. One night at supper, he heard her praying and leaned over to say something to her.

“You think the gods have been cruel to me?” He asked Alicent with a smile, the queen looked at him with confusion.

“Think again.” He drinks the wine from his goblet. “The gods have been cruel to you, not me.”

Y/n did not speak to her for the rest of the night, but Alicent on the other hand was even more scared than she had ever been in her life now. Is what he said true? Were the gods just cruel to her?

Y/n went on with his days as usual, until one day he saw someone new in court. A new man in court that somehow worked his way up in his father’s small council, when Y/n saw him for the first time he felt a sense of familiarity.

The male looked ethereal, like a true god that has fallen from the stars. He was tall, easily at least 6ft, blonde curly hair that shaped his face and fell around his neck and shoulders like a curtain, he had ocean blue eyes that seemed to pull him in.

The man looked too familiar to a certain someone from his dreams, the one whom he took the hand of years ago, the same hand that came from behind the tree, the one where the apple fell from. Y/n felt drawn to him at first glance, he saw the man during a small council meeting, when the council was done Y/n left fast.

Once he got back to his room, his face felt like it was burning. Deciding to get some fresh air he walked to the garden, but on the way he bumped into someone. Surprise, surprise it was the same lord that he was trying to get away from. Now that he thought about it, the lord in front of him looked too perfect, it was unnatural in a way, it was not human.

“My prince, I’m so sorry. I did not see you.” The unnamed lord held his hand out for the prince to take.

Deja Vu hit Y/n like a storm, the same hand, from the same dream, now he was sure something was wrong. He took the hand getting himself up to his feet again. “It is alright, I was just going for a walk.”

“Oh? May I join you?” The older one asked. “Of course.” Y/n could only accept the offer as he walked towards the garden again, this time with someone behind him.

Once they made it to the garden, Y/n wandered mindlessly. Until he decided to sit on one of the turf benches, the unnamed lord followed him and sat next to him.

“I have not introduced myself. I am Lord Gabriel of House Seraphthrone.” Gabriel said with a smile.

“House Seraphthrone? I have not heard of this house before? Where does it reside?” Y/n’s curiosity has now peaked.

“My house resides on the edge between the Riverlands where the Tullys are, and the north where the Starks live. But also somewhat close to where House Arryn resides.” Gabriel’s smile did not leave his face.

“Huh. I would like to see it sometime.”

They continued to talk as he escorted Y/n back to his room, but when they got there, Gabriel was hesitant to leave.

“What is it? Something wrong lord Gabriel?”

“Nothing. Just…this..” Gabriel’s hand went to the underside of Y/n’s chin, making him look at him.

“You really are beautiful..” Was all the lord said before he turned on his heels and left.

Y/n was left stunned with that, retreating back into his room and left to contemplate what in the seven hells he just went through. That was not the last time he would see Gabriel.

Throughout the next weeks and even months, Gabriel would continue to be in his company. At times, the lord would even bring the prince gifts and even new sets of robes and clothes for his wardrobe. Soon, the robes he wore of his own house were not only black and red, but also with the white robes from house Seraphthrone.

When the days went by, Y/n would continue to pray not knowing the god he prayed to was the one that hung around him all day. Slowly but surely, Y/n had begun to fall in love with the lord, and Gabriel knew this well.

Gabriel had deceived everyone within court, hell, even everyone in Westeros. No one said a single thing as his house had risen through many other houses, along with him working his way up in the King’s court. He deceived everyone’s weak minds, including the sweet prince that was so naive to pray to him when he whispered it into his ear for the first time.

But soon, he had to come clean about who he was. And when did, it was a reaction he did not expect. Y/n was practically overjoyed and hugged him tight.

“You’re the god I have been praying to? Then I guess I am one lucky dragon am I not?” Y/n said with a smile on his face.

On the inside, Gabriel now knew he had someone that could do his bidding no matter what, which means he could destroy House Targaryen from the inside. Little by little, Y/n did what was asked of him, slowly tearing the family more apart. It got to the point where he started to realize it, but what could he do now, nothing. He kind of liked it anyway.

When the blacks and the greens were very clearly divided, Y/n was on his sister’s side of course, but he also wished he was not part of this.

“Then you know what to do.” Was the only words Gabriel had said to him before leaving his chambers.

Taking heavy breaths as Y/n grabbed the dagger that sat on his nightstand, unsheathing the blade and gripping it within his hands. The dagger then went through his stomach, it was less pain than he thought it would be. And to mark the final blow, he slit his own throat.

Letting go of the weapon and as it dropped to the floor his eyes rolled to the back of his head, also falling to the floor as his blood pooled around him and under him. Taking one last breath as he closed his eyes. Gabriel then came into the room seeing the prince dead in his own blood, putting his cold hand on Y/n’s forehead as he muttered a spell. The ‘angel’ then disappeared into white mist, as the only thing left in the room was Y/n’s body that was slowly going cold and the weapon of his suicide.

Hours later, Rhaenyra went to check up on her brother only to let out a blood curdling scream. Guards and Daemon soon flocked to her side seeing the prince’s dead body, Daemon took his wife away as the guards took care of the body.

Daemon thought the greens had done it, well others say there was a traitor in the guards, very few said it was suicide. Deep down, Rhaenyra knew it was most likely suicide, no murderer would leave behind their weapon, and the dagger that they found next to him was one of the prince’s own.

The dance of the dragons would start, Rhaenyra would avenge both her son Lucerys and her brother. A son for a son, a brother for a brother.

Y/n’s spirit has been guided to a different realm, to a place that looked like heaven and paradise, but just slightly darker. This. Was Gabriel’s realm.

It allowed him to see what was going on below in Westeros, he watched the war rage on in rather amusement. He became a lover to the god he worshipped.

How sad. That everyone else had a bad ending, he had a good one.

God was indeed cruel, but not to him.

[ideceivedthem]

while i work on the old requests, i bring to you this little tidbit to keep y'all fed:

imagine gabriel cocooning you in his big soft wings and petting your hair while he softly reads all the fucked up bible stories to you. pure comfort and asmr.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Give me hcs on the gay alternate (Cesar) being gay

I mean Alex did confirm cesar as queer so there’s gotta be a reason he said that right? Like is there gonna be an alternate gay romance arc or something

Oh fr? I had no idea lol but here we go, gay and fluffy hcs for he

(note: reader is male and their relationship is already established)

.......

For starters, Alt!Cesar didn't even think he could feel attraction to anyone.

Although he had the real Cesar's memories and some of his humanity...as well as undisclosed romantic feelings for you that he was too nervous to express, especially in school.

You did have a crush on him too, though you didn't think he'd ever see you the same way (considering how popular he was, you were too intimidated to say anything).

Next thing you knew, you're dating the creature who took his identity.

You knew it was wrong and this was prob gonna get you killed one day, but hey--the heart wants what it wants.

Surprisingly, he promised to never harm you as long as you "entertained" him with the concepts of human love.

And by Gabriel, were you a champion at that.

You don't shy away from giving him affection when his face is obscured completely by shadows and you see nothing but the whites of his eyes staring you down. It doesn't scare you that much anymore.

Once, "Cesar" accidentally distorted his entire complexion while trying to become "perfect" for you, making himself look worse by the second.

You caught him staring at his reflection at 3AM, screaming nonstop until you managed to calm him down.

All it took was you kissing his flawed features before he melted back into your arms and returned to cuddle with you.

Speaking of which, he's always the little spoon despite being taller.

He likes nuzzling the human half of his face against you, his cheek resting on your chest so he could listen to your heartbeat.

The prom suit is kinda like his "skin" so it never comes off, but sometimes he steals your clothes and wears them over it (it looks goofy sometimes but they just smell nice, especially if you wear cologne at all).

You show him pics of stuff the actual Cesar wore, but he prefers your clothing if anything.

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

Of course dearie! I’m actually surprised more people haven’t asked for more Mandela Catalogue! I hope you enjoy! This is human Cesar!!!

Cesar is nothing if not clingy. Like, unbearably so. There is never a minute where he is not attached to your hip, trying to give you more affection than what one person would be able to reasonably handle.

Definitely the quickest one to kidnap you out of all the cast except for maybe Adam. He just can’t help it! Cesar couldn’t risk you getting hurt by an alternate (or falling in love with someone else), truly he’s just doing this for your best interest!

Before kidnapping you, he’s definitely the type to daydream about holding you close as you tell Cesar you love him. The thought of you returning even a fraction of his feelings makes his heart race and Cesar swore he would implode if he couldn’t have you in his arms soon.

On that note, Cesar is honestly fairly delusional. For example, if you try to argue with him about how him keeping you in his house against your will is wrong, Cesar’s mind will make up something along the lines of you just need a nap plus some cuddles and kisses before you’ll be back to normal.

Cesar absolutely loves to be the big spoon when cuddling you. You just feel so nice to cling onto! Plus this way he can hold you tight enough to where you can’t get away. If your being particularly squirmy, he just assumes your uncomfortable laying on that side of your body, so Cesar flips you around to face him and pulls you flush against his chest until you drift off.

Should you return his affection in anyway, shape, or form, Cesar practically pounces on you. If you weren’t already overwhelmed before, you sure are now.

Immediately pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms around you, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Kisses are pressed to your face with fervor before Cesar licks his lips and finally, finally, slots his mouth against yours, getting lost in your presence.

Regardless of whether you reciprocate that particular action, Cesar is practically vibrating with glee and has decided to make it his personal mission to treat you to anything you desire! Besides privacy or being let go, of course.

Not afraid to kill people if they try to interfere with anything, and honestly I can kind of see him enjoying killing people for you. Luckily Cesar probably won’t have to worry about his mom considering he most likely moved out before kidnapping you.

Overall, as long as you don’t mind being smothered with hugs and kisses throughout the day, it’s not so bad. Just don’t overexcite Cesar to much, who knows what he’ll do.

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can you do some kevin smut from the midnight club? maybe something about giving him a bj when hes having pain? ALSO maybe some mark midnight club smut ? <3

from the pain ✩ kevin - the midnight club

✩ — synopsis. You try to distract your boyfriend from his pain.

✩ — warnings. Pet names. The obvious.

✩ — author’s note. I didn’t write the explicit blowjob scene because I don’t feel comfortable writing that. Just kinda foreplay I guess. (This is me trying to get back in the swing of writing)

   Kevin’s whimpers filled the room as you shut the door to his room and padded over to his bed. The blond attempted to shoot you a smile, but the pain in his eyes dampened his expression.

   “I know, handsome,” you cooed soothingly as he wrapped himself into you. Your fingers carded through his hair while he gripped your waist tightly. “Kev?”

   “Hm?” He hummed immediately, lifting his face from your stomach to look up at you.

   Exhaling slowly, you trailed your fingers down the skin of Kevin���s cheek. As always, Kevin leaned into your touch. “I have an idea that I think will take your mind off the pain… If you’re up for it.”

   “Tell me,” Kev replied, hands lazily taking yours. “Anything.”

   Your eyes glinted at the pretty boy in your arms. “Flip over,” you ordered jokingly, hoping your idea would work. A part of you cursed yourself for thinking of such a nasty action to relieve the pain but another part of you wanted to repay him for doing the same for you not long ago.

   When you shimmied down over his crotch, a ragged smile painted Kevin’s lips. His head fell back on the pillow behind him. You unzipped pants and tugged them down. To your perverse delight Kevin was already flustered- and not from pain. You pressed featherlight kisses to Kevin’s boner through his boxers and felt his abdominals tighten under your hand. “You’re so cute.”

   “Don’t tease,” Kevin pleaded, lifting his head to look at you. “Oh fuck.”

   You chuckled to yourself as Kevin’s head fell right back to the pillow. You pulled down his boxers and felt your own heart beat a little faster as Kevin’s choked moans filled the air.

   One thing was for certain: Kevin definitely would be groaning but it wouldn’t be because he was in pain.

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does anyone know anyone /be willing to do throne baker x male reader?

cuz have you seen the man??

[strwbrry-skies]

☆ RULES! ☆

☆ Do's! :9

platonic/romantic

fluff

angst

any gender reader!

☆ Don'ts >:(

anything nsfw

anything illegal (get out if u like those😇🙏)

ocs,,

☆ WHAT I'LL WRITE☆

headcanons

oneshots

just short silly little fanfics<33

☆ FANDOMS I WRITE FOR☆

faith the unholy trinity (I'm kinda new so might be ooc lol)

ninjago

detroit become human

tmc (only the victims + gabriel n toonbriel!!) (i prefer the victims be platonic!)

fnaf movie (also new)

genshin impact

I think that's all? I'll add em if I have more hyperfixations lol

☆REQUESTS ARE OPENED! ☆

if i didn't do your request, it's either because they are not really specific (example, "john and lisa x fem reader" or "toonbriel x male reader headcanons pls"), i'm not interested or it's just disobeying the rules.

[alohajun]

♡ SAY KIMCHI — KIM DOYOUNG

doyoung x reader | wc : 0.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, the mysterious class au (?), established relationship | loki's lines : tmc class president!doyoung made me feel some kinda way so here goes nothing T^T

“y/n, just take a deep breath and calm down.”

“kim doyoung, we are going to get late to our own graduation because you misplaced your tie! don’t tell me to calm down!” you scolded the male, running around the empty classroom as you searched for the missing tie.

doyoung sighed, pouting slightly as he followed behind. “it wasn’t intentional! i took it off to fix my shirt and then jaehyuk came asking for help, so i went,” he explained.

“are you even sure it’s in class?”

“yep … i hope so.”

you straightened your posture, looking like you were ready to murder as you turned towards him. “kim doyoung, i swear i will–” you paused as he held up his hand, telling you to stop before he bent down near the desk.

“i have good news and bad news. good news is that i found the tie!” doyoung took his tie from under the desk, holding it up with a cheesy smile. “bad news is that the knot is undone, and i don’t know how to tie it.”

you shook your head, walking towards him. “you are a hopeless case. if i knew that two years ago, i wouldn’t have voted you for class president,” you muttered under your breath, brows furrowed as you focused on tying the tie properly.

“you still would've. there’s no way you would've made jihoon or jeongwoo class president.” he chuckled upon hearing your giggle. “i was your first choice.” doyoung wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as you fixed his collar.

you nodded, smiling. “you are always my first choice,” you agreed. “even when you pretend not to know how to tie your tie.” your smile widened as you tightened the tie around doyoung’s neck, laughing when he coughed before you loosened it.

with a look of adoration on his face, doyoung leant forward, placing a quick kiss on your forehead before you could push him away. not that you would, though. “i must be your favourite,” he stated, laughing as you shoved him away.

“aw, kawaii!”

the smiling couple turned to the source of the voice; their eyes widened in fear as they checked who it was. seeing haruto leaning against the class door, the two let out a sigh, relieved it was just him.

“how long have you been standing there?”

“or alternatively; how much did you see?”

watanabe haruto laughed, turning away with a shake of his head. “i saw everything, but that doesn’t matter.” he gestured the couple to follow him. “the others are taking pictures and you two aren’t there. what’s a graduation without graduation pictures? come quickly!”

you followed the tall male towards their class, biting back a smile when you felt kim doyoung hold your hand. you two entered the class hand-in-hand, apologising for your late entrance — which was mainly you blaming doyoung for misplacing his tie and making you late.

yes, all while holding his hand.

the students of class 4 stood near the board, making poses as junghwan set up his camera. you stood near your boyfriend, linking arms with him as you posed for the pictures.

“say kimchi!”

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yandere mark heathcliff headcannons please?

Yay!! A Mandela ask! Thank for requesting my darling, I hope these meet your expectations!

I see Mark as being more of an obsessive yandere than a possessive yandere, that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to kidnap or manipulate you into staying with him, he’s just very gentle about it all.

Any affection you give Mark of your own free will makes him cease to function, not because you did something wrong, but a large part of me sees Mark as touch starved and to finally get that validation from you of all people makes him think he’s died and went to heaven.

just because he’s gentle with you though doesn’t mean he is defenseless against anything he perceives as a threat to you, him, or your relationship. He has a gun for a reason, darling.

In truth, I don’t think he even would have ever gone to Cesar’s house, because Mark would have been so paranoid about leaving you for anything. Instead of the two of you succumbing to the hands of the alternate, you instead spend your time trapped in his suffocating embrace while Mark begs you not to leave him in between sobs and apologies.

as mentioned above, Mr. Heathcliff over here loves physical affection of any kind, and yet he still manages to be overly shy about both giving and receiving even simple things like you cupping his face. Mark’s favorite position to cuddle in is to lay on top of you with his head tucked under your chin, because he’s baby and also because I said so.

Kissing Mark is an experience for sure, and it’s also never a casual thing. If you just give him a quick peck and then try to pull away, Marks turning red and freezing before chasing after you for a real kiss as well as a long cuddle session where he rants about how much he loves you, how he would do anything (even kill) for you, and how he would do anything you asked!!! (except let you go)

your first kiss after he kidnapped you, he looked at your lips constantly and when you asked him what his deal was, Mark turned the brightest shade of red you’d ever seen. You’re also pretty sure you heard him murmur “please, want a kiss” under his breathe, but to this day you still aren’t sure. Mark had slowly crept towards your standing form and encased you in an iron grip as you moved to try to evade him, and held you nearly impossibly close to him. His lips went to your ear and you could hear him whisper “please love me , please” as tears swam in his eyes.

Taking pity on your captor you tried to pull Mark off of you so you could see his face, but the poor man only held you tighter as sobs racked his body and leaked audibly into his voice. Gently gripping his hair and pulling lightly, you told Mark to look at you and you could see what a mess he was as he trembled pathetically in your vision.

Gently cupping his face, you guided his lips to yours. Marks body immediately went taut before practically melting into the kiss, you’re pretty sure you even heard him whimper slightly but that’s neither here nor there. After a few seconds pass, you try to pull away but Mark is quick to object, the soft chanting of “no, no, please, please kiss me more, please don’t stop” is quick to sway you to rest your lips on his once more as Mark all but melts into a puddle of love, obsession, and happiness.

Mark would do absolutely anything for you besides let you go, darling. It seems you have quite the worshipper on your hands, just kiss him and give him affection and Mark will die a happy man.

[ideceivedthem]

hey guys guess who's back :)

sorry for being awol for almost 2 years lol i was depressed as hell and was dealing with stuff like moving out

but i'm back babey!!!

and!! i'm now taking tips!!

i'm gonna do a few of the fic requests in my inbox that were left from before i disappeared and then i'm cleaning out the inbox

happy to be back guys <3

[ideceivedthem]

What are your basic headcannons for alt Gabriel, how do you see him, how does he act, who is he "REALLY", how is he to his s/o

oh yesyesyes!!! i have quite a few of these actually :)

basic headcanons:

+ he's 6'10 (about 208cm i think)

+ generally doesn't need to sleep but will when he feels like he's earned it

+ he's literally lucifer though so that is fairly often because he's vain lol

+ he nests to sleep with expensive bedding like silk sheets and goose feather pillows

+ he has wings but they aren't his, he stole them from the real gabriel since he couldn't shapeshift his own

+ in fact if you look at his back there's scar tissue like meshing where they're artificially fused to his skin

+ holy blood definitely didn't mesh well with his own, seeing as he's the lord of fucking darkness /reference, so he has chronic pain issues relating to his wings

+ his hair is deceptively (heh) thick and curly, kind of hard to brush through

+ smells like rosewater, lavender, jasmine, and frankincense

+ loves all things opulent because of his vanity

+ he holds hatred for his archangel brothers, especially michael

+ he can enter into holy ground but it causes an increasing sense of dread and paranoia the longer he's there

+ holy objects hurt him if he touches them, unless the objects weren't concentrated or have been used to commit sin

how i see him and how he acts and who he really is:

+ he's definitely former archangel lucifer, without a doubt

+ incredibly vain and prideful

+ sharp but can have a sweet side if you're lucky

+ you probably couldn't fix him tbh but we're all simps here so we can pretend lol

+ definite superiority complex, all humans* are beneath him

+ cunning and intelligent and knows exactly how to get what he wants

how he is with his s/o:

+ shockingly he views his s/o as equal to himself, after all a ruler needs a right hand of equal status to rule by his side

+ he's very sweet with his s/o too, doing everything in his power to make sure they have their every desire met

+ a tad possessive (but not, like, yandere lol that trope makes me so uncomfy and won't be written here)

+ his s/o has him at their every beck and call, and that's how he intents to treat them when they're ruling this mortal plane at his side

+ nicknames for his s/o include "lamb", "dove", "sweetling", and "angel"

[ideceivedthem]

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my name is mae, my pronouns are she/they/it

ao3 link

ko-fi link

masterlist below the cut

FIC REQUESTS: CLOSED

COMMISSIONS: CLOSED

HC REQUESTS: OPEN

do not bring up the alex kister drama, that ship has sailed and been settled

dni: proship, yandere, sexualize the tmc victims, minors/ageless accounts

bigoted behavior will not be tolerated here at all

will do: nsfw*, sfw, angst, fluff, smut, platonic, romantic, toonbriel/real gabriel

will not do: child readers (unless platonic), incest, necro, scat, watersports, feet, vore, self-harm, sexual assault, noncon (dubcon is okay to an extent), emeto, real world events (ex: gabriel takes you to a blm protest), drug use (weed and alcohol is okay), yandere (implicitly or explicitly)

hate mail will be deleted

+ sánguinis - ao3 / tumblr

[ideceivedthem]

requests are open now by the way :)