"In this world,hope is such a fragile thing Wouldn't it be better if we just become hopeless ?The risk of pain is lesser after all. That's why I exist,the witch who feeds on hope"
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Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 91
Warnings: yandere, yandere behavior, multiple yandere, platonic and romantic yandere, competing yandere, fem reader, monster AU, envy/jealousy, stranger monsters sexualizing the Human, mention of porn, non-consensual use of the Human's appearance, mention of depraved behavior, mention of NSFW depictions, threats, slightly spicy scenarios with the chosen prospective mates, invasion of privacy, mental anguish, hurt/comfort, Nemean Lion, Hellcat, Harpy, Drider, Plant Nymph, Dragon, Naga, Shinigami,
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As expected, the entire gathering of your guards was congregated in the main lounge of your dorm. Even those from Royal Sword Academy were present.
All eyes snapped to you as you entered the room, feeling the heavy weight of their stares on your body. You were still adorned in the clothes from the Coral Kingdom Royal Family, and the way the fabric hugged your figure had some of the males feeling ever so suddenly famished. Each soft valley and curve of your figure was enticing to the group who so hungrily longed for you attention.
Naturally, it was your appointed "prospective mates" who were quick to convene around you. From the seemingly intense fretting of Riddle to the bashful crowd-avoiding behavior of Idia, the group was quick and keen to check you over for any sign of injury. It didn't sit well with them to have to stay behind all while you were attending a literal execution by combat. The idea that you were anywhere without them by your side- especially without Malleus present to intervene- set their own anxieties buzzing in their minds.
How could they call themselves your mates if they weren't allowed to protect you or even be near you?
"Welcome back, Mousey."
Leona purred, easily pushing past Riddle as he pulled you close to him, his hand gently petting your hair while he smiled down at you affectionately. He was doing a little examination of his own to make sure you were actually as safe as you seemed. He couldn't find even a single cut on your body. There was also a quiet part of him that was pleased with the tired way you blinked at him, knowing the look of someone who needed a nap ever so well. At least he would be able to cuddle and protect you much easier now that you had returned to his side.
Vil was also quick to insert himself into the group, busying himself with examining your outfit and the interesting tiara that had been placed atop your head. It seemed the majority of the places you visited were eager to place some kind of honorary royal or otherwise special title upon your shoulders. Your very presence just as coveted as always as you swayed most beasts to your side. He certainly enjoyed the way the fabric hung from your figure, but he was less than pleased with the Octopus theme that you seemed to have in your current attire.
"Please," you said in an almost exasperated tone, "I'm fine, I promise. Just tired."
The males weren't fully convinced, but they also didn't want to overwhelm you in any degree. You had just returned from a mentally and physically exhausting ordeal. Though you did technically have Trey to help you in the water, it was still a fair bit of swimming on your own. On top of the disquieting feeling of being a land dweller under the waves, you were also dealing with watching the battle itself. They didn't know how it turned out, but they knew how brutal Floyd and Jade could be in battle.
"If you are certain..."
Vil was less than pleased with how exhausted you sounded, and he had half a mind to demand that you rest. For as much as he adored you and wanted to be around you at all times, he refused to compromise your health. Besides, the Harpy wasn't opposed to cuddling your sleeping body and getting his time in with you that way. He might even be able to swing keeping the others males out- with the exception of the ever jealous Malleus- while he cuddles and naps with you.
"Should we skip this little conclave and move right to you resting?"
"Eh, I'm sure there's things I have to do before I can take a nap. No sense in postponing if everyone is already here."
Vil nodded as a sudden coil of scales slid around and under you into a living chair. Clearly, Jamil thought you could use a seat and he was more than happy to use his own body for your comfort. Even as little Grim cuddled in your arms, you felt more at peace among the group than you had under the water. While you settled, you noticed Rielle had also appeared among the ranks of your guards. It made sense, he had quite literally fought his brother in a battle to the death for his own sanity and your safety.
"I would like to be the first to welcome you back, my Baby Bird! It must have been an awfully draining experience for you to have to witness such a thing!"
You let Crowley keep talking. His bluster and fluster seeming all the more exaggerated due to his wing movements and how intensely his feathers ruffled. Though you knew he was desperate to be seen in some sort of parental position, it always seemed like he was trying too hard. True, the Crow was obsessed with Humanity and had been long before he met you. Even so, it was clear he was taking his role of being a pseudo-father to you very seriously.
"Now! Let's move on to the usual task of assigning guards for the upcoming week. I know it begins a few days from now, but I feel it may be ideal to figure it out early. Any preferences, my little chick?"
"How about Diasomnia? It's been a while since they were my guards..."
This caused a small displeased reaction from Leona, who seemed less than pleased at the idea. His low growl was audible as was his more than apparent annoyance at the idea that Malleus was going to be attached to your side yet again. Before you could reprimand Leona's attitude, you noticed a good portion of the others also seemed displeased. If anything, it was as if those outside of Diasomnia were debating between being angry or being sorrowful.
"Diasomnia again? Mousey, you have to be joking. Out of all the dorms, Diasomnia has been guarding you the most."
"Oh? And here I believed you wouldn't argue against my Treasure's choices, Kingscholar. It seems I put too much faith in you after all."
Before the males could fight any further, you decided to step in. It had been long enough that you had somewhat lost track of who was on your docket. Now that you were thinking of them arguing and snapping at each other, you realized that there was a dorm you had not selected.
"New decision! Pomefiore has not been my guards at all yet and they have been so polite and quiet while the rest of you argue over my choices. Pomefiore will be my guards this week."
You could see how Vil somewhat had ruffled feathers when you announced Diasomnia as your guards, now he looked more than pleased. Rook was practically shaking in excitement as he grinned. Even Epel was obviously excited and sent a more than sneering smile at the others in his elation at being selected. They all were thrilled to have a true chance to guard you all while lording it over the others.
"Wonderful choice, Peahen! You will see what excellent guards we are, I can promise you that."
~â˘Â§â˘~
You stood in silence in the room, staring expectantly at the elder who seemed to be struggling to face you. For as old and educated as Hades was, he could never seem to muster up the ability to argue with you to any greater degree than gentle disagreement. Though you were annoyed he pulled yet another stunt while you were not present, you did understand that he likely had his reasons. All you really wanted to know was what those reasons were.
He was not an idiot and he knew that you had rather strong feeling on the matter. Letting him explain himself was more than you just showing him grace, it was allowing him to voice his concerns. You two had discussed the potential issues that would possibly arise from choosing several others in addition with Malleus. The ultimate goal was to keep the Fae from claiming you solely for himself. However, by preventing him from fully claiming you, you were also exacerbating his own protective instincts.
"I would like to begin by apologizing for my behavior. Instead of acting, I should have asked you what your thoughts were prior to my actions. This being said, I don't apologize for my actions."
"Help me understand your thought process. Why take Grim?"
"Because you were not present. Young Malleus is a very confident Dragon, and I worry his confidence will stop him from reaching out for help due to his pride. His refusal to approach me for assistance other than asking if I knew the young Grim's location shows his confidence in himself is an issue. If something were to happen to you, young Malleus would charge in without any support, and it could mean your death. I will not apologize for prioritizing your safety over his comfort. He needs to face reality that he is not infallible."
You sighed, seeing the wisdom to his words but also struggling to parse out your annoyance. He should have spoken to you and he should have asked you first before acting, but he had a point. Malleus was known for his proud behavior and his strength, it would make sense that he would struggle to ask anyone for help. Despite the way you wanted to scold the elder, he already knew what he did to anger you and he had a point.
"You aren't wrong, but I do wish you had spoken to me first. You know this. Still, I can't argue that the lesson it taught was a necessary one."
"I'm glad you see it the way I do."
"Now, I only have one question that I need answered; why the upgraded security? Don't tell me it is just a precaution, you wouldn't have done all of this if it was just a precaution."
The elder flinched at this, grimacing as if the memory truly bothered him. His hesitance to answer you only made your anxiety spike along with your heart-rate. What could have happened to prompt such an extreme response from the usually calm Shinigami? There had to be something that pushed him to this sudden upgrade and to start testing Malleus the way he did. What was it that was making him so paranoid?
"Little one, I feel this isn't something you need to concern yourself with-"
"If it has anything to do with me, Grim, and our safety, I feel it is something I need to concern myself with."
"Very well..."
Hades sighed and began typing on those projected screens, several other screens appearing around him.
For what these beasts clearly lacked when it came to culinary advancements, they had more advanced technology in other fields. Communications, transportation, amusement, all those fields had been developed because there was a need for it. Culinary arts, weapons of mass destruction, and Human centered medicine had all fallen to the wayside as they were not as needed or centered in their culture. Sometimes you were starkly reminded what exactly others could do and achieve beyond their- in your eyes- obvious shortcomings.
As you waited, you kept any eye on the screens and wondered what it was the elder had discovered on the dredges of this monster-centric internet. Your stomach clenched in unease and disgust at the images you were met with. Some were heavily edited videos, some were artistic depictions, and some seemed to quite literally be photoshopped pictures. All of them had one thing in common; they were all of you and they were all sexual in nature.
Your likeness was being used in what was more than obviously porn. From specific fetishes, to wide subjects, even to torture porn, these beasts were using your likeness for their own sexual amusement. Among these videos, you began to read over the comments despite the uncomfortable feeling in your chest as you did so.
'I would love a cute little Human like that...'
'How can I get my paws on one of these?'
'What I wouldn't give to worship her warm holes..."
'Me and who?'
'Who wants to RP? I can be the Human.'
'Makes me wanna march up to that stupid school and grab that little Human as a personal breeder. Who's with me?'
'Wish someone would worship me like that. Need someone to suck on my fat sweaty d-'
You couldn't keep reading despite your morbid curiosity. Clearly, there were more than a few beasts who wanted to get their hands on you in more ways than one. Even among the static images of you, countless thirsty beasts spoke about the way they would use and abuse you to their own delights. It made you feel sick.
"Young Idia found these posts and reported those who made them, but I doubt these are the only ones. It was the threats to your safety that prompted our desire for increased security around you."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Little One?"
"Are the defenses just to keep them out or will these new defenses kill those outside trying to get in?"
"Keep them out."
You frowned at this, watching others use your face and body in various positions. If anything, you didn't want it to just keep them out, you wanted the dorm to kill off these beasts who treated you like a bag of meat. Fuckable meat, but meat all the same. It didn't matter that some of the comments were about their desire to worship you, they all made you sick.
"Can that be changed to kill them instead?"
"... If that would make you feel safer, yes."
"It would make me feel safer."
The elder could hear the anger in your voice as you glared at the images. That sick feeling bubbling inside of you had turned to poisonous hate for all of those who felt it appropriate to use your face. They had even gone as far as to use the faces of your guards- Vil, Neige, and Leona being the most popular- as your 'partners' in this depraved dance. Your disgust was palpable.
"If that is what you wish, I will make it so."
"Good. Now, about Grim..."
~â˘Â§â˘~
You stood and stared out into the shadows that surrounded your dorm. Despite having chosen Pomefiore, all of your 'prospective-mates' had taken their spots in your nest. It was more than obvious to you that these beasts missed you and desperately wanted your presence nearby. Even Azul- who just had a week's worth of quality time with you- was willing to compete with the others for just a moment more.
It was just you and the males, as Hades had taken Grim away to take a look at the little feline's eye. For as upset as Grim was to have to part from you yet again, you were more worried about his wellbeing. If his eye was losing function, you wanted to preserve as much of his sight as you could and that meant acting quickly. Though it was ultimately for the best, it made you incredibly sad to hear the little Kit screaming for you as he was taken away from you.
It also meant you were stuck without any buffer to soothe the tensions of the males when it came to their interactions with you.
They were all aware that you were less than pleased in general with the way things were going in your life. You were sorrowful without Grim and you were exhausted from your trip under the sea. For as much as Trey had carted you through the water, the amount of swimming you had to do left you feeling ragged and worn. Even beyond the way your heart and body ached, the memory of the writhing Feral that was once ErikĂr haunted your waking moment. All of the males knew you were in a sensitive place emotionally, mentally, and physically.
A place that they were eager to offer you reprieve from.
"What's going on in that cute little head of yours, Mousey?"
"Too much..." you sighed and covered your eyes with your arm, brain running a marathon through your head, "way too much."
"How about I give you a little distraction?"
"And how do you plan on-?"
You cut yourself off with a near whine of surprise as the Lion began to trail his lips across your shoulder. His hands easily manipulating your body to pull you towards him and give him greater access to the skin of your arms and collarbone. Every gentle kiss followed by a low humming purr from the Lion.
For as forward as Leona was being with you, it was distracting you. You could tolerate it just this once, provided the Lion kept himself to just kisses and minded where he placed them. Maybe a little bit of unserious fooling around could quiet the ever present sound of your own mind screaming at you.
The others watched on jealously, daring to move towards you themselves as they tested the water and tested your boundaries. You hadn't stopped Leona yet and that only encouraged the others. Perhaps they would be able to woo you over with their own attentive behavior.
Vil slotted himself next to you, glaring at Leona who was currently positioned above you. Though it was difficult to get himself near you with how Leona was blocking off most contact from the others, Vil was rather successful in getting around the Lion. His soft feathers tickling your body somewhat as the Harpy began mouthing at your neck.
All while this happened, you allowed the males to descend. It was peaceful in an unusual and odd way. They weren't being aggressive, nor were they being overly bold, they seemed to just want to kiss over your skin and worship you. Something about the idea of being worshiped settled sourly in your stomach, leading you to pull away.
"Mousey?"
"I'm sorry, I just..."
Leona was quick to back off, as was Vil. The others pausing and looking at you in confusion as to what changed to make you pull away from them. As far as they were aware, you had allowed and tolerated Leona's interaction at first.
"Still stressed about what I found?"
It was Idia who spoke up and clearly got right to the root of the problem. Though the Shinigami was shy around the others- almost to the point of being called timid- he still spoke to you in a steady tone. He had overcome his shyness around you into what you considered to be his true personality. The Idia you knew was smart, nerdy, a little strange in his own way, and surprisingly caring towards you.
"Yes..."
"They can't get to you, not while you're here and safe."
"They're still using my face... My body... Saying thing about me like I'm just a hunk of meat. I want... I want to forget it and just feel at peace, but I cant... I can't feel comfortable like this."
Malleus stepped in then, seeming angrier than you had expected him to be. His voice was a deep rumble and you could hear the thunder beginning to roll in outside. Clearly, your discomfort was unsettling and upsetting the Dragon that answered your every call.
"Who has done this to you, my Treasure? Point them out and I will handle their deaths myself."
"Way to absolutely miss the mark, Malleus. (Y/n) won't know who they are. I'm the one who knows their IP address."
"Then you tell me who it is I am raining fire down upon."
"... Always solving your problems with fighting, and you wonder why most species are afraid of you..."
"What?"
"Eep!"
Idia flinched from the less than pleased tone the Dragon used, trying not to look at the flame-spitting reptile who glared at him. Hades did say it was Idia who discovered the sect of monsters who had been using your likeness. It was probably Idia who knew where these beasts were and decided they were a credible threat to you.
"Tsuno, others have been using pictures of me and of my figure to put me into porn videos. My face, my voice, my body, all of it has been scrapped by monsters who are obsessed with me. They've made videos and pictures of doing horrible things to me for their own pleasure and some even commented on trying to raid the school to get to me. I don't know how much is the usual toxic internet chatter, but either way, I just feel... Sick. Like my body is somehow unclean even though they haven't touched me. Like I'm some kind of breeding toy that is going to be passed around to anyone who wants a shot. I just... I just feel gross."
This softened the hard stare of the Dragon, his electric green eyes fixed on your form as you tried to curl up. The way you held yourself and tried to avoid his stare told the Dragon how deeply unsettled you felt by it all. He didn't even know such images and videos were gaining popularity. Even the simple idea of others getting their filthy bodies anywhere near you or your soft heart made him furious. He could be as angry as he wanted, it wasn't going to calm you down in the moment.
"Do you feel unclean because of the way they see you, or because of the way myself and the others have touched you?"
"... The way they see me as a toy... I'm not even a thinking and feeling being to them, I'm just something to use and be discarded."
A moment of silence passed before a gentle voice spoke up to break the tension. The tone was soft, much like the touch of a fluffy blanket being wrapped around your body. It was Riddle. His voice was not judging or angry, just sorrowful and affectionate.
"You are not something to be used. You are the most incredible and kind soul I have ever encountered. I can only speak for myself when I say this, but I adore you. I don't care if we can't breed you or lay with you beyond simply sleeping next to one another. Your needs and comfort mean more to me than any instinctual desires I can possibly come up with. You mean more than anything to me (Y/n). I can say this is true for all of us; if anyone tried to hurt you or force you to do anything you don't want us to do, we will kill them for you. The Queen's Rules may frown upon harming others without cause, but making you uncomfortable is certainly a valid cause."
"Lady (Y/n)," Jamil's hiss was a gentle sound, as if trying to lull you back into comfort as his tail coiled under you, "none of us would allow any of such vile creatures to lay their eyes upon you without punishment, let alone touch you. We adore you, and if you need space from us, I doubt any of us would argue against it. If you need the nest to yourself and for us to sleep anywhere else in the room, I am certain we will do it for you."
They all waited for your response, not wanting to part from you but willing to do so in order to make you comfortable. All eyes were on you and eagerly awaited your decision. Whatever you chose, the beasts would obey without question.
"It's fine..."
"Come on, Mousey, let's get some rest. If you want, you can also kick that Cephalo-punk for a few laughs and giggles, He'd probably thank you for it."
"Leona."
"I'm just joking with you, Mousey."
The tension lifted from the room despite the still heavy fog of discomfort on your mind as you relaxed among the beasts. You allowed the beasts to cuddle in, Vil to one side, Leona across your legs, Malleus to your other side, and your back propped up against Riddle's flank. Despite the still uneasy feeling in your gut, it was easier to ignore thanks to the beasts that supported you. At least you had an entire group of violent protectors should anyone truly try to get you. Maybe you would have to just accept you can't control how the depraved view you and move on. At least you had the dorm and your vicious protectors with you.
If Yuu is seen cuddling with a guy IN BED, regardless of the nature of it being platonic or romantic, think of it like how she's cuddling Grim like usual but this time it's with a dude, the guy can be just one of the extras or anyone BUT you guys of the main roster, like the dude is just enjoying having his face against Yuu's chest and overalls they just seem to chill together in bed
Would you guys be jealous or murderous?
Remember it's HYPOTHETICAL
Malleus: I shall rain down HELLFIRE
Sebek: waka-sama feels murderous
Lilia: Iâm an ex war general you think this can shake me? Fu fu fu
Silver: father why are you gripping your sword like that?
Leona: boys? You hungry?
Ruggie: always shehehe
Jack: of courseâŚ
Riddle: Trey you know my rules
Trey: well you heard the housewaren
Cater: this is so going on magic cam!
Ace: ready deuce?
Deuce: Iâm going to paint that guyâs face red
Kalim: not to worry, I have hush money
Jamil: or me if that doesnât work
Azul: Jade, Floyd I trust you two would take care of this?
Jade: of course
Floyd: whatever you says Azul
Idia: I have satellites ready to pinpoint a location give me a name
Rook: Rui de poison I shall make sure rui de trickster is protected
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Hiii~ I love your writing and simply adore the way you write Vil! I wanted to request scenarios of Yandere! Jade, Vil, Azul and Cater having their darling 'willingly' return to their side after being given an opportunity to depart (i.e. an open door, or someone coming to get them) or just going to their side if you've done the escape thing before. I apologize if that's vauge or has been done before. You're wonderful~
Firstly,I'm sorry this took very long despite it being one of my earliest asks, and secondly,since I've written a couple of Azul works, I hope you don't mind me omitting him from this one, it's just that with Jade's plot I felt like I would've written it a bit too similar if I included Azul. And thirdly, This is my first request with a Cater feature in it uwu âĽď¸ give him some love ya'll our magicam senpai. Hope you like it, Twisty! (*´Ďď˝*) Vil is a Character I find kinda hard to write for but I'm happy you find him satisfying đ¤§
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Vil Schoenheit
When you slammed the giant mahogany doors behind you, breathing ragged and worn, the sound of familiar footsteps descending the stairs made you lean your head against the door before turning around to see Vil.
His perfectly lined brows were arched, haughtily if not unbearably unimpressed. He was wearing his nightwear, the gentle colour of the satin material made him seemed as if he was glowing underneath the beam of the crystal chandeliers.
"Did you like the fresh air?" He asked, hands gracefully trailing over the marble railings of the stairs.
"Rook mentioned a crescent moon appearing tonight."
You let out a sigh, defeated and dry.
"If there was,I must've missed it. You know me,Vil. Always in a rush."
He didn't let it pass his lips but you knew he wanted to scoff, to mock your response and degrade you as he often did.
"I take it the open space wasn't to your liking?"
Vil stopped at the foot of the stairs and he had this knowing look in his eyes. It almost seemed smug.
"No,I meanâ" Your voice trailed off,gaze lowering as you replayed the scene in your head.
You had found a chance to escape,to run from everything Vil had imprisoned you in, and for half a moment, you were free. Your legs carrying you through the open air as your feet finally came in contact with soil after so long of staying indoors. You caught the whiff of the rose garden behind the Manor and the gates of your nightmares were right in front of you.
All you had to do was push pass it, and freedom was yours.
But then you stopped. Your feet halted and the sudden silence overwhelming you at that moment brought a sense of dread to your system. How long has it been since you've last seen the world? It shouldn't sound so... soundless,right?
"Past the gates and you're free."
That's what you told yourself. What you attempted to tell yourself. But the crushing weight of returning to a society that didn't seem to even recognize your absence made your want to hurl yourself away from it all. At least Vil kept his eyes on you, and maybe a life where you were doted on was far better than a life where people simply forgot about you.
"Use your words, Daffodil." You looked up and Vil was already looming over you, his hand propping your chin up as his thumb trailed over your lips.
"Didn't I teach you how to talk?" He was cooing,coaxing you to place yourself in his arms, and it worked. You leaned into him willingly and gently began closing your lips over his thumb.
"I made a mistake. I want to come home,Vil." You sounded so genuine, so soft. It made him wanted to place you on his lap and have you ride the erection building up underneath his clothes until you couldn't form proper words anymore.
But he held himself back. Tonight was not the time. There would be other times for him to spill his seed inside of you, for now, he should indulge in your submissive acceptance.
"I'm always here for you, Daffodil."
Jade Leech
Jade had kept you in his home under in Coral Sea for so long that when you finally pushed pass the ocean's surface, the thick air of the land almost choked you.
The fins on either side of your neck hissed at the contact and your eyes squinted from the intrusion of the the sunlight. You actually had to bring one webbed hand to shield yourself from it.
Everything felt so different. So foreign. Your scales bristled in annoyance. Was this the world you so craved before? The world you actually lived in before Jade turned you into his own kind?
Maybe you felt differently about it then, but now, all you wanted to do was dive back into the comfort of the sea. Where you truly belonged.
And back down you did go, and immediately after submerging into the water, your scales glistened and your fins flapped happily against your skin. The coolness of it all washing over you pleasantly.
When you reached the entrance of Coral Sea, Jade was there, dutifully waiting for your return. You wanted to rush over to him, aching for the familiar contact of another mer against yours,the human air felt so pungent after all. It really did feel like you were a fish out of water.
Ah,but the whole reason you went up to see was because you had an argument with the mer-male. Swimming over to him so eagerly would just be telling him that he was the sound one in it.
So,you kept your pace slow and deliberate, until Jade extended his hand and you took it in yours.
"Was the world big enough for you up there?" He asked, the slight hint of laughter lacing his words as his gaze fixated on you.
You pursed your lips and sighed, expression grim.
"Maybe a bit too big. There weren't any humans of any of their ships, but it smelled like there was just a crowd of them earlier..."
"Oh? But don't any of it feel familiar to you? You used to live up there too once, that's what you said, right?"
You knew he was going to bring up the argument sooner or later, but for Jade to bring up a subject this quick meant he really was annoyed by your outburst earlier. But could he blame you? He had a tendency to hover over you like a mother octopus with its brood and though he has given you many freedoms ever since he was convinced you weren't going to run away again, it still felt a little suffocating.
"I wouldn't have said it if you just let me be for once." You snapped, brows furrowing as your arms crossed over your chest. You swam further ahead of him too then turned back to face him. A small act of stubbornness.
"This is all I want" You pointed to the slight distance between you and him. "I'm not going run away again or throw corals at you. I just want to have my own space. Don't you trust me?"
Jade did. He did trust you now because you've finally shown him that your life above the sea was a mere past you couldn't even properly project into your own memory. He's waited so long for this too and when you were throwing your words at him earlier, he thought he'd have to keep you on a leash again, the notion of letting you swim above was hard for him to digest because if you hadn't fully converted into the form he's given you then Jade had made a mistake and he would've risked losing you.
But he didn't lose you. You came back to him. You asked him to trust you.
The smile curling on his lips then was one of deep endearment for you and when he swam to your side, you swore you could feel him glow.
"Of course,I trust you,my angel reef."
Cater Diamond
He was soundly asleep, curled in his thick blanket when he felt his bed got weighed down as someone slipped in-between the blanket and him.
Cater half yawned, half uttered an incoherent "What?" before he recognized the oh so familiar curves of your body pressing against him and the scent of the new shampoo he'd just bought for you lingering in your hair.
You were clinging to him, head nuzzling into his chest and hands gripping the side of his arms as if your whole life depended on you.
He smiled in the dark then. He had left his front door unlocked purposely after all. Call it a trust fall test.
"Hey,this is my bed, y'know" He murmured, lightly inching away from your touch as he rubbed his eyes. You simply pulled him back towards you, your form curling into a slight ball as your legs came in-between his. It was such an intimate response. Did you know what you were doing?
"Hm, it's gonna cost ya a lot more rent sleeping here with me, y'know? Are you okay with me charging more?" He was leaning into you now,his warmth making your squirm underneath him. You understood what Cater meant when he used the word 'rent', but you didn't move away or started crying like you used to do before. No, you felt more accepting now, Cater could feel it in the way your body seemed to yearn for his.
He couldn't help himself from chuckling though. The sight of you all needy for him was immensely adorable, he was half tempted to snap a picture, but then it would've ruined the mood wouldn't it? It's fine, he could settle with imprinting this memory in his mind. This moment of victory of his.
"Suit yourself then. But I gotta ask why are you so cold, cupcake? Did you take a long walk outside by yourself without your coat again? It's near winter, y'know. You could've gotten sick."
Not as sick as he was but that wasn't the point. The point was that you did decided to take advantage of the front door being left unlocked, and you did try to run away, but only to realize how dark and eery the neighborhood seemed for someone who wasn't all that accustomed to it. How each passing sound lurking in the shadows of the alley made your skin crawl and your throat dry.
It was terrifying, you realized then standing in the darkened empty street. And when you heard the wind breeze through the chilled air, you subconsciously held out a hand, searching for the familiar grip of Cater.
It was weird. An unsettling feeling you were aware you shouldn't oblige to, and yet, you had never felt so happy to have been inside Cater's house. To be held by him. To hear his voice. It was like you were falling into a trance of madness.
Oh,but isn't that just love in its purest form?
"Hold me,Cater" You whined, burying your face into his chest, earning a small laugh from the male who wrapped his arms around you and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.
Could we get headcanons of Jamil, Leona, and Rook trying to keep a relationship with MC (gender neutral) on the down-low/secret? Only for it to be found out for peak hijinks.
Curiouser and Curiouser...
Rook Hunt
Rook has such a hard time keeping your relationship a secret.
He, of course, wants to shout it to the world--so you had to sit him down and have a serious conversation about how youâd rather not publicize it.
Heâs a very affectionate and touchy person, so the fact that he canât just kiss you or hug you in public, or even whisper sweet nothings into your ear...it kills him.
Plus, itâs hard to misplace his longing gaze. What Rook canât say or do to you in public, he expresses in how he looks at you--carefully, and with much tenderness, like a fawn too innocent to shoot.
Sometimes, there is a feral nature to his gaze--heâs still rather protective and will scare off anyone (but with a smile) that tries to get too close to you. Heâs practically like an animal himself, fiercely protecting his mate.
Rook trips up enough times in public that people start putting two and two together.
The occasional loving nickname slips off of his tongue, the occasional touch on the shoulder or hand grab...yeah, itâs obvious.
Once it gets out, everyone (including you and Rook) just kind of accept it and move on with life. Rook is, after all, the self-proclaimed le Chasseur Dâamour--everyone is actually more surprised at the idea of such a person trying to hide his relationship rather than declaring it boldly.
He can finally go back to loving you openly so heâs super relieved and lays it on thick to make up for lost time--so be prepared.
Leona Kingscholar
Itâs Cheka that rats his Ojitan out.
Whenever this little ball of sunshine drops by for a surprise visit, he inevitably finds you wrestling or napping with Leona.
Cheka starts to make fun of his Ojitan a bit, singing about âOjitan and (Y/N) sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!â
Leona often tells Cheka to buzz off and that a kid like him has no idea what heâs talking about, but Cheka insists he knows all about âhow lion cubs are madeâ, because âMister Stork drops them off when you do a special hug and hold hands for a long time!â
Chekaâs so excited about potentially getting a new playmate that he tells Farena about you and Leona.
The next day, Farenaâs on Savanaclawâs doorstep, clapping Leona on the back, and congratulating him loudly about âfinding a mateâ. Cheka is practically bouncing off the walls and asking about being a flower boy at the wedding. (âO-Oi! Thatâs not how these things work, furball...!â)
This inevitably leads to everyone in Savanaclaw hearing about it (Jack is shaking his head, and Ruggie is holding his stomach and trying to hold back his laughter).
Leona wants to curl up and die--leave it to his older brother to embarrass him in front of his entire pack at school.
After he manages to shoo Farena off (âIf you dare tell anyone about this, Iâm not coming home next winter breakâ), Leona barks at his students to keep their mouths shut.
Since they respect Leona and all, they agree to keep the secret just among themselves, but that doesnât stop Ruggie from occasionally teasing Leona about it.
Jamil Viper
This poor man.
He had wanted to keep your relationship secret...but he made the mistake of letting Kalim overhear him talking to you about how you should keep things on the down-low.
âDonât worry, Jamil! You can count on me! I wonât let ANYONE know about your secret relationship with (Y/N)!â Kalim had declared (loudly), his voice echoing off the walls of the Scarabia dorm.
That was when Jamil knew he was doomed.
Before he knows it, everyone in the whole damn college has heard about his relationship (Kalim just canât resist blurting it out whenever something even vaguely related to it comes up in conversation--heâs just way too happy about his friend being in love).
Jamilâs basketball team mates tease him relentlessly about it. Ace makes loud kissing sounds at him and Floyd asks a lot of invasive questions. (Jamil got suspended from the team for a few days because he threw a basketball at their faces to get them to shut up.)
He also has to deal with some harassment from your friends since theyâve heard all sorts of nasty rumors about Jamil, but you defend him (which he is grateful for, but refuses to admit out loud).
Jamil hides his face in a hoodie and pulls the strings so his entire face is concealed and just...buries his head at his desk.
Eventually, he comes to terms with the fact that everyone and their grandma is talking about his relationship. But so what? He has a S/O that loves him no matter what, and thatâs all that matters.
From what I understood, part of the wider problem in fiction. Something something a certain side of tiktok and twitter wanting a, basically "sanitized" version of a Yandere. Meaning they're obsessed and possessive, sure, but without all the bloodshed, dubious and messed up stuff that comes with the genre. This is their definition of a 'green flag' apparently lol. Though ironically, I heard of this through someone calling out how stupid the take is on twitter itself.
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Pain and pleasure became the same sensation to your sore body as you were forced to kneel in front of your lover, your knees digging into the floorboards beneath you, leaving behind indents on the once smooth skin. Your once bright colored eyes were dull as a crimson collar decorated your frail neck, carrying a tag made of the finest platinum on its leather surface.
The air smelled thick of it, disgusting dark red splatters painted across the now wrecked room. It was a sickly sweet scent, one that had Muscular excited and hungry for more.
Blood.
It was his favorite thing, blood and battle and victory. Oh, he had been victorious! His whelp of an enemy hadnât even had a chance of winning, though it was valiant that he still tried. Now the pathetic creature was laying at his feet, broken and bloody.
How pathetic. How exciting.
And it wasnât over just yet.
Standing up, Muscular smirked at his near unconscious enemy as a nasty, cruel idea began to form in his mindâŚoh, he was going to enjoy this! With the sweet smell of blood and the burning of excitement filling him, the villain stormed away aloneâŚbut he returned pulling you along with him. Ignoring your shaking (oh, how scared you were!) and whimpering (he liked it, really), Muscular dragged you to the broken down hero.
Throwing you to the ground, you crashed into a pool of ruby red blood and looked at the wounded man.
You knew each other.
There was a glimmer of recognition in your eyes and thenâŚhorror. Wide eyes, beating heart, blood racing horrorâŚit was delicious! Laughing, Muscular slung the hero over his shoulder roughly, placing his body in the half-broken chair.
âSo,â he growled, âthought youâd be the big hero, huh? Rescue poor little Y/N from the big, bad villainâŚha! Howâd that work out for you? Feel big now? You feel like a hero?â
You were tucked away behind him, shaking with terror, but Muscular reached back and yanked you forward, forcing you to face the man. He heard the hero whisper you name, just barely, as you began to cryâŚ
He laughed. You cried. And Muscular looked down at the hero with a look of twisted, terrible amusement.
âSee,â Muscular continued, âthe way I see things, the whole hero thing is a promise. You promise to stop people like me and if you failâŚthen you suffer the consequences of breaking that promise. People die. People get hurt. And people like meâŚâ
A smirk spread across his face, his grip on you becoming painfully tight as you cried out.
ââŚWe do whatever the hell we want.â
You screamed when he tore your clothes away, leaving them in shreds all along the floor. As he laughed, he forced you onto his lap. His cruel, heavy hands began to roam along your body. Muscular was not a gentle lover but, oh, he did know how to use you! Smearing blood all over your skin, Muscular began to use you roughly, his hands groping and grasping. His rough touch left bruises along your skin but, oh, it felt so good!
You hated it.
Heâd stolen you, taking you from everything you had ever known and locking you away from the world. All heâd done since was hurt you, often for his own enjoyment, use you and abuse you and treat you like you were nothing.
You loved it.
He was a monster but, oh, a part of you didnât care. Maybe it was lonelinessâŚmaybe it was the effects of what he had done to youâŚbut somehow, a part of you had come to crave Muscular and his cruelty, no matter how monstrous he was. Â
You wanted it.
His touch, his teeth, his kiss, his cock. Your body burned for him, a sweet slickness growing as his hands roamed. You didnât care about the blood he smeared on your skin. You didnât about the bruises he gave you. You only cared for Muscular, him him him!
Thatâs why he had brought you here.
Thatâs what he wanted to show off.
The way passion and terror flowed and mixed deep inside of you, creating a disgustingly, wonderful feeling. The way you cried and whimpered and gave little gasps, each rough touch leaving you feeling hotterâŚwetter. With a wicked laugh, Muscular grasped your thighs and lifted, exposing your slick sex to the hero.
âSee that?â He rasped, âSee how much she wants me?â
His calloused fingers fell to your pussy, pushing their way inside as you screamed in shock and pain and pleasure. Muscular chuckled darkly, thrusting his fingers quickly in a harsh rhythm. Tears rolled down your face as you moaned for him softly, shaming yourself for doing such a thing but still unable to resist it.
âWe all have our place in this world.â Muscular said, teeth grazing your neck, âIâm the villain. Youâre the hero. And Y/N is a play thingâŚa thing to be used. To be broken.â
You screamed.
He laughed.
And the hero began to gasp, as though every breath pained him.
Sobs bubbled up, shaky sad sounds escaping your lips as you begged Muscular to let him go, to please, please not kill him. The villain frowned, fingers leaving your sex as he glared down at you with annoyance. Â
âYou know thatâs not how things go.â He hissed.
The sound of a zipper being tugged down ripped into the air, Muscularâs massive cock being freed from to pants. It was throbbing and thick and quickly being forced into your slickness. A scream echoed in the room as inches of hard, hot cock pushed their way inside of you. You were shaking and crying and beggingâŚoh, how cute! How pathetic!
âYou know the rules,â Muscular snapped. âI use you. I hurt you. I do whatever I fucking want you take it. All of it.â Â
With a sudden snap of his hips, his cock was buried inside of you, every inch stretching and filling your pussy. And, without giving you so much as a second to adjust to his girth, Muscular began to fuck you. Hard.
He grasped you.
Huge hands held you tight, nails digging into your skin and leaving thin streams of blood as they did. There would be cuts later and big bruises in the shape of his handsâŚhe never let you cover them.
He bit you.
Teeth dug painfully into your skin, blood leaking from the wounds Muscular left behind. He tasted it, licked it, kissed you with your blood still painted on his cold lips.
He fucked you.
And you screamed for it, crying as you were forced to watch the hero fade away. His injuries had been too brutal to bear, something that Muscular told you was your own fault. As you fucked you hard, the villain whispered all kinds of cruelty in your ear.
âLittle slut.â
âThis is all because of you.â
âWhore.â
âWatch him. Watch him die!â
âBitch.â
âAnd know that you caused it all.â
âCum for me!â
You didnât want to. Deep inside, you didnât want to believe a word he whispered nor did you wish to humiliate yourself any further. You felt disgusting enough already, with the way you moaned and whimpered for Muscular butâŚ
But he knew you so well.
He knew how to use you, how to tease you and how to fuck you just right. And it wasnât long until you were doing as told, being such a good little slut and cumming all over his thick, hard cock. You sobbed in shame and moaned in pleasure at the same him, juices seeping from your slick cunt as Muscular laughed.
âThis,â he growled, âis what you came to saveâŚhow disgusting!â
Muscularâs thick cock left your aching cunt and he threw you off of him, tossing you to the floor between the villain and the victim. Landing with a heavy thump, you shook and whimpered as he glared down at you, a nasty smirk spreading across his face.
âSheâs not worth it, hero.â
His hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it viciously until he himself came, spurts of thick, hot cum spilling all over you. He covered you in his seed, his violent eyes gazing down at your shaking, shivering, cum covered body. You wondered what he might do to you next butâŚit was impossible to tell with Muscular. You could never make sense of your captor. All you could really do was take whatever he threw at you and try to survive another day.
But he did nothing but step over your body, almost ignoring your very presence as he reached for the dying hero.
âGo to your room,â he demanded, âIâll be finishing this later. Iâve got something else to take care of.â
And then he left, leaving your bruised used body shivering on the cold floor. Though it hurt to so much as breathe, you forced yourself to crawl to the cramped space that was your âroom.â After all, even the smallest bit of disobedience would lead to one of Muscularâs cruel punishmentsâŚand this was what he had done to you while you were behaving. Â
You made it. And then you collapsed.
Sobbing softly, you fell onto the small bed and wrapped yourself tightly in the old sheets. All you could now was waitâŚ
Wait for Muscular to return. Wait for him to âfinish.â
You didnât want to think about what he was doing now nor what he would do after. It hurt now but itâŚwould hurt even worse when he returned. He would be covered in blood and battle wounds, leaving some of his own along your body, growling and biting as he fucked you hard once more. Heâd hurt you, just because he liked it. And youâd take it, because you had no other choiceâŚand because you loved it.
Oh, it was disgusting to admit but a part of you craved what Muscular did to you. A part of you wanted the villain, his rough touch and cruel words and allâŚhe was right, you realized. You werenât worth it, any of it.
You were worthless. Pathetic.
And you deserved everything that he was going to do to youâŚit was your place after all.
(Muscular is so evilâŚI love him!!)
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