Oooo that's a great ask~

Slender: Slender is egotistical, he wants you to worship him, but above all else, do NOT lie to him. If you hate him, say it, don't lie because he'll know. Survival rating: 2/10

Offender: Be his yes man. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Everything yes. If you're lucky you can steer him into getting very intoxicated and make a run for it. Sadly he'll probably find you. Survival rating: 1/10

Jeff: Your love is optional, your loyalty is not. If you want to live, you will kill. If you're lucky, you can kill him before he kills you. Survival rating: 2/10

Nina: Love bomb. Love love love. You love her clothes, you love her music, you love everything about her. She has no desire to outright hurt you, but she might change her mind... Survival rating: 4/10

Jane: Just be quiet, and do Not, under Any Circumstances, say she's pretty. Just don't talk. Don't say anything. Shush. Survival rating: 7/10

Liu: Incredibly unstable and reactive, you want to keep him as calm as possible. No sharp movements, no loud sounds, don't touch him unless you ask first. Don't ask about family. Survival rating: 5/10

EJ: Worship at the alter of the prince of hell. Your body is their body, your flesh is their flesh, your blood is their blood. You are a vessel for their feast. Pray that love is stronger than hunger. Survival rating: 3/10

LJ: I hope you like make believe games and crayons! But yeah I mean if you aren't like younger than 12 you'll probably be fine tbh- oh and don't freak out about dead kids or insinuate he wasn't really their friend because he killed them. Survival rating: 8/10

Ben: I hope you like video games and don't mind a little mind fucking. He isn't going to actively attempt to kill you, but you might need some mental fortitude against his persuasion. Survival rating: 8/10

Toby: Don't flinch. Don't raise your voice. Don't threaten him. Don't tell him he's the bad guy. He is Not the bad guy. Survival rating: 3/10

Doby: Be very affectionate with him. Kisses, cuddles, hand holding, etc. Always offer to share your food. Always tell him it's okay. Always affirm him. Survival rating: 6/10

Tim: Just pretend this is normal, pretend he is normal, do not mention it. Do not mention Him. Everything is fine. Survival rating: 7/10

People with a few f/os, I love you

People with 5+ f/os, I love you

People with a huge list of f/os, I love you

People with human f/os, I love you

People with nonhuman f/os, I love you

People with age gap f/os, I love you

People with evil f/os, I love you

People with morally grey f/os, I love you

People with niche fandom f/os, I love you

People with well known fandom f/os, I love you

People with romantic f/os, I love you

People with queerplatonic f/os, I love you

People with familial f/os, I love you

People with shipcest f/os, I love you

Sharers, I love you

Nonsharers, I love you

Selective sharers, I love you

You approach them, all hot and bothered and red in the face, shifting uncomfortably with a noticeable, seemingly subconscious press of your thighs against each other. They see the way your hips press forward against nothing, grinding against the open air, and they can tell almost immediately what the problem is: you're aroused. And you don't know how to deal with it.

They'd lay you down slowly, probably making a crude comment about the loss of your innocence as they take your much smaller hand in their own, and guide it between your legs. They'd show you exactly what to do, twisting and stroking or cupping and circling, showing you exactly how to build yourself up to your peak.

You'd get a little nervous once you feel the heat coiling in your tummy, the rushing urgency that begins building in your parts, but they'd continue to guide you. Soft praises and reassurances would tumble out from their lips as they watched you intently; they're just barely holding themselves back from taking you right then and there, trying their very best to put your education above their desire first and foremost. They need to teach you what to do for when they're not around, after all.

You'd finally tumble over the edge, and with a shout of their name you'd come, body shaking with the aftermath of your orgasm, soft whimpers of exhaustion and pleasure escaping you as they guide your hand into working yourself through your orgasm. Once you finally collapse, you let out a deep, heavy sigh, allowing your muscles to untense and the mattress beneath you to damn-near swallow you.

♡ touching your body without your consent. They don't care. They will touch their property whenever and however they want.

♡ only allowing you to go outside when it's with them. Why else would you want to go outside? To meet people? Nope, not gonna happen.

♡ pressuring you into drinking alcohol, smoking weed or taking other drugs with them. And if you refuse, they won't hesitate to resort to violence to make you obey.

♡ grabbing you roughly, maybe in a fight. They don't give a shit if you're left with bruises. They're convinced it's your fault anyway for making them angry in the first place.