Oh boy does this man love to overstimulate his pretty girl. He’ll have you shaking and begging him to slow down the pace even though you know he never will.
He’ll have you sitting on his face gripping the headboard with all your might making your knuckles turn white as he grips your thighs that will most likely leave a bruise as his tongue is buried inside your folds. Your puffy clit bumping his nose which adds to the overwhelming pleasure you are hit with. His grip is like steel so even if you tried to move you were incapable until he had his fill.
After that he’ll have you on all fours your face buried in the sheets ass in the air as he plows into your pretty pussy, you’re gripping the sheet tightly as you cum for the fifth time that night, your thighs shaking and you whimpering into the mattress.
“One more, baby.” he promises for the second time. Spoiler: It never is just one more
He’ll flip you over so you’re on your back as he towers over you keeping intense eye contact as you feel the bulge in your stomach get larger the more he plows into you. He squeezes your doughy breasts in his calloused hands as he drags out your orgasm, flicking your nipples every so often just to keep the shock of pleasure rippling through your body. He’ll have you squirming underneath him, desperate for the release you desperately want, trying to get any friction to help you finally reach that edge. Simon soon notices what you’re doing and pins your hands above your head with his hand firmly onto your wrists as he stops all movement together. You let out a small whine and he slaps your puffy cunt which makes your body jolt into the mattress as you stare up at him with pleading eyes. After a few moments of silence and staring at one another he suddenly begins slamming into you with intense pace and intensity, you let out a lewd moan and throw your head back in pleasure as your orgasm is fast approaching that hits you with no warning. When you came again you swear you saw white and your body was shaking and squirting over Simon’s fat cock.
When you come down from your high you suddenly get a sharp shock of pleasure hit you again and when you look down Simon is on his knees with his tongue licking a slow deliberate stripe up your leaking folds. You grab his blonde strands and try to push him away from your core which he actually listens to and goes to the bathroom to get a cloth to clean you up.
After you’re cleaned up you both end up under clean sheets with your back pressed against his chest as he embraces you, his thumb rubbing circles on your cheek as you both unwind after the intense activity.
A/N : so this was my first kinda longer drabble of smut. let me know what you think of it and if you want to see more of this.
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TMNT 2013 reaction to Reader wearing something actually stylish. Like reader was always seen wearing baggy clothing and looking like a bum (Raph calls them a bum), then one day they see Reader hanging out with friends (other friends from April and Casey) wearing clothes they never seen them wear..
The style I’m leaning to is like 2000’s girly vibes. So… their reactions to seeing them like that!!
Upgraded Aesthetic
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 𝖠 TMNT 𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟤 𝖥𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
Pairing: TMNT 2012 x Reader
Pronouns: They/Them
POV: Third Person
Genre: Comedy / Fluff / Slice of Life
Summary: Usually seen in baggy hoodies and looking like a "total bum," the reader decides to debut a full 2000s girly aesthetic while hanging out with April and Casey. The turtles, currently on patrol, are absolutely not prepared for the whiplash.
Leonardo
Leonardo prided himself on his "Tactical Observation Skills." He could spot a Foot Clan initiate from three rooftops away and identify the exact model of a Kraang blaster by its hum. Usually, his observations of you were simple: Subject is wearing a sweatshirt two sizes too big. Subject has a mysterious stain on their left sneaker. Subject looks like they just rolled out of a laundry basket.
"Looking like a total bum again, huh?" Raph’s voice usually echoed through the lair whenever you arrived, his smirk wide as he poked fun at your oversized beanies and shapeless pants. Leo would usually just offer a polite, slightly pitying smile, reminding Raph to be nice.
Tonight, however, the "tactical observation" hit a massive glitch.
Perched on a SoHo ledge, Leo peered down at the sidewalk where April and Casey were meeting up with a group of friends. "I see April and Jones," Leo whispered, adjusting his grip. "But... who is that with them? Some new transfer student?"
Donnie leaned over, his goggles clicking into place. "Uh, Leo... that’s not a transfer student. That’s ____."
Leo’s brain stalled. The person down there looked like they had stepped straight out of a 2005 music video. You were wearing a tiny, fitted baby tee with a glittery graphic, paired with low-rise denim flares cinched by a chunky, butterfly-buckle belt. Your hair was adorned with a sea of colorful butterfly clips that caught the streetlights with every laugh.
"No way," Leo breathed, his blue mask doing nothing to hide the sudden, burning heat climbing up his cheeks. He watched as you adjusted a tiny, rhinestone-encrusted purse on your shoulder—a far cry from the frayed backpack you usually carried. You looked vibrant, stylish, and... confident.
For the first time, Leo didn't see the person who hung out in the sewers playing video games. He saw a person who had a whole, stylish life on the surface—a life that looked incredibly bright.
"We need to move," Leo said, his voice an octave higher than usual as he scrambled to stand up.
"Move? We're supposed to be watching for the Kraang shipment!" Raph protested.
"The... the vantage point is compromised!" Leo lied desperately, already leaping toward the next building. He couldn't stay there. If you looked up and saw him looking like a giant green turtle while you looked like a pop star, he was pretty sure he would spontaneously combust.
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Raphael
Raphael was the one who had coined the term "Bum." It was his favorite nickname for you, right up there with "Smelly" and "Kid." He was used to you being the low-maintenance, hoodie-wearing human who didn't care about looking cool. To Raph, you were comfortable—like an old pair of boxing gloves.
But as he stared down at the SoHo plaza, his jaw didn't just drop; it practically hit the fire escape.
"Donnie, your goggles are broken," Raph growled, his golden-green eyes darting frantically between the stylish figure in the butterfly clips and the memory of the person he’d teased for wearing mismatched socks yesterday. "That ain't them. That’s a Kraang droid in a wig. Has to be."
"Raph, the facial recognition is 99% certain," Donnie whispered back.
Raph’s grip tightened on the brick ledge until it crumbled. He watched as you laughed at something Casey said, your "2000s girly" aesthetic making you stand out like a neon sign against the New York pavement. The "Angel" rhinestone tee caught the light, and the way you carried yourself—head high, totally owning the look—made Raph feel a strange, prickly sensation in his chest that felt suspiciously like nerves.
"Who are they tryin' to impress?" Raph muttered, his arms crossing over his plastron defensively. He felt a sudden, irrational urge to jump down there and throw his own oversized hoodie over you just to make the world make sense again.
He had spent months calling you a bum. He’d made it his mission to mock your "laundry day" fashion choices. And now? You looked... great. You looked like you belonged in a magazine. And most importantly, you looked like you didn't need a hot-headed turtle in a red mask to tell you what was cool.
"Still a bum," he grumbled under his breath, though the insult tasted like a lie. He turned away, his face a bright, flustered red. "Whatever. Let's just go before Jones sees us gawking."
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Donatello
Donatello’s goggles were currently displaying a flurry of data points that his brain was struggling to process. He had spent months observing you in the lair, usually cataloging your comfort-first wardrobe as a "functional necessity for subterranean environments". In his mind, you were the person who wore oversized shirts because they were soft and sweatpants because they were practical.
As he adjusted the zoom on his visor, the sheer amount of shimmer coming from your outfit was causing a literal lens flare in his HUD.
"The light refraction index on those rhinestones is... remarkably high," Donnie whispered, his voice cracking slightly. He watched as you pulled out a translucent pink flip phone that looked like a piece of candy. "Is that a retro-tech aesthetic? And those butterfly clips... the symmetry is actually quite aesthetic."
His heart rate monitor—usually a steady rhythm during surveillance—started to beep a bit faster in his ear. To Donnie, your "bum" look was something he understood. It was safe. It was predictable. This new 2000s-inspired look, however, was a variable he hadn't accounted for. You looked sleek, coordinated, and undeniably stylish.
"I... I should probably take notes on the social impact of this transformation," Donnie mumbled, though his hands were shaking too much to actually type on his wrist-gauntlet. He felt a wave of bashfulness wash over him. You looked so sophisticated that he suddenly felt very conscious of the fact that he was a giant turtle with a gap in his teeth. If you were this cool on the surface, did you only hang out in the sewers because you felt sorry for them?
"Donnie! Stop staring and let's go!" Leo hissed, grabbing him by the shell.
"I'm not staring, I'm analyzing!" Donnie protested, though his lingering gaze on your platform sneakers suggested otherwise.
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Michelangelo
While the others were stressed or flustered, Mikey was having the time of his life. He was the first one to lean so far over the ledge that Raph had to grab his belt to keep him from falling into a boba-shop trash can.
"DUDES!" Mikey squealed, his eyes practically turning into hearts. "____ is literally a pop star! Look at the sparkles! Look at the tiny purse! It’s like a cupcake, but as an outfit!"
Unlike his brothers, Mikey didn't feel intimidated or annoyed; he felt inspired. He had always known you were cool, but seeing you embrace the glitter and the "girly" 2000s energy made him want to go back to the lair and bedazzle his nunchucks immediately.
"I told you they were hiding some serious swag under those hoodies!" Mikey cheered, waving his arms. "They look so fetch! Is that what the humans say? I’m pretty sure they look fetch!"
He watched you do a little hair flip, the butterfly clips shimmering in the neon lights. Mikey let out a low whistle, grinning from ear to ear. "Raph, you gotta stop calling them a bum. They just put your whole wardrobe to shame, and you don't even wear clothes!"
"Zip it, Mikey!" Raph growled, though Mikey just laughed.
As the brothers retreated into the shadows of the rooftops, Mikey was already planning a "glam night" at the lair. He didn't care about the angst or the nerves—he just couldn't wait to ask you where you got that butterfly belt, because he was 100% sure it would look great on his shell.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
🍮🥄 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓐𝓷𝓸𝓷 🍮🥄
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
To the Anon: Oh, I absolutely had to take this on! There is nothing quite as satisfying as a "from bum to glam" transformation, especially when it involves giving Raph a total system error. I’m a huge sucker for that 2000s girly aesthetic—the butterfly clips, the glitter, the sheer chaos of it all. Seeing the guys realize their "low-maintenance" friend is actually a fashion icon on the surface was comedy gold to write. I hope this captures exactly the vibe you were looking for!⋆˚꩜。
synopsis: just some headcanons on what dating Katie would be like! all are sfw, and reader is a female (duh)
tags: fluff/domestic fluff, Katie b x reader, sfw, corny bs, f!reader, cuddling, can you tell idk what else to fucking tag?, daily life (?)
word count: 0.5k
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a/n: ty to @/joelmillersbabymama (Might have that wrong) for requesting! It coould be a bit higher standard but I'm happy with it so this is just how it is now, hope its readable! I kinda forgot I had requests that's why this took so long.. mb bro (if you saw me accidentally misclick and post this before it was done no u didn't)
౨ৎ Katie b, who definitely loves watching you play Fortnite, even if you’re ass at it. You never remember your login, so you just use her account, and it’s safe to say her lobbies are NOT for your skill level. You won a blitz match a single time and she fully got off of her bed to hug you and congratulate you like you’d just won a championship
౨ৎ Katie b, who just has to hold your hand whenever you're walking side by side. If she has a free hand, it’s on you in some way. On your knee while she’s driving; when you’re out shopping together; when you’re sitting next to each other at a table, and especially when you’re on a plane. She’s allergic to not having some form of physical contact with you while you’re in her radius.
౨ৎ Katie b, who is an absolute sucker when it comes to you wearing her clothes. Whenever you do, she’s watching you constantly, unable to keep that smug little smile off her face. When you complain about being cold, she will give up her hoodie with no hesitation, and even when she’s shivering, will refuse to take it back.
౨ৎ Katie b, who will lean over and smell you every now and then. She’ll be sitting beside you on her phone and randomly bury her head in the crook of your neck and smell you, and when you pull a face at her she just shrugs and says “you smell nice i can’t help it”
౨ৎ Katie b, who acts like a teenager at a school camp every time you sleep over. Before you actually settle down to sleep, she will pull some bullshit and then act like if she lets a laugh escape she’ll die. Loves leaning over and poking you then acting like it wasn’t her, looking at her phone, but you can see the corners of her lips twitching slightly.
౨ৎ Katie b, who once a week will tell you a pick-up line that is so unbelievably corny you can’t help but burst out laughing. She then pouts at you, even though the intention was to make you laugh.
౨ৎ Katie b, who is constantly getting annoying ass songs stuck in your head. When she had her whole “heard you wanna” era you couldn’t stop doing it yourself and it drove you nuts.
౨ৎ Katie b, who refuses to make 2 trips for the groceries like her life depends on it. She will have multiple bags over her arm and when you offer her help, she will decline it, even though her arms are trembling under all the weight.
౨ৎ Katie b, who puts an arm around the back of your seat when she’s backing out the car, and pretends she doesn’t notice your reaction to it, but she can’t help but grin just a little bit.
౨ৎ Katie b, who loves cuddling. You’re always so warm, even in the winter. She loves to lay on top of you, head on your stomach, eyes closed, while you read a book. She will also never miss an opportunity to wrap her arms around you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder
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Warning: Dark light romance, stalking and other topics related to the yandere theme - crazy love.
Number of words: 15.7
♡♡A Little Cheat Sheet ♡♡
Sigma, being a fairly responsible person both in the public eye — as a casino manager — and behind the scenes — as a member of the terrorist organization "Death of the Celestials" — doesn't have a lot of free time. But when he realized that a new guest at his establishment stood out from all the others eager to collect their winnings, something wound up inside him like a clockwork key, forcing him to temporarily set aside the documents, the signing of which could determine someone's promotion.
You paced so cutely from side to side, having come, most likely, with your gambler friends. While you yourself, in his eyes, were like a cat, not knowing where to settle on that endless fluffy carpet. The fact that you, one of the few, started looking back at Sigma... oh, why did you? He was already biting his knuckles because of the obsessive thoughts that had long since materialized into timid sketches of your portraits along with pencil drawings of patterns (which would clearly suit your dresses or blouses). He could put a document on hold just by imagining which shade of your favorite color might suit you (how does he know it? Never mind).
He realized you were taking up too much space in his thoughts when, after a half-hour conversation (the happiest stretch of his life), he still imagined the trail of your light perfume, which he had given you by a lucky coincidence as the thousandth visitor to the casino.
You shouldn't have talked to him for so long. You shouldn't have looked back at him and smiled with your blissful lips.
Only one moment could tear him out of the tangle of thoughts about you: when a loyal employee would ask what color ink to use to sign the card on a new gift for you. He tried to be less intrusive, honestly! He didn't want to scare you away.
Between us, he is overwhelmed each time by the feeling as if he were the lucky one whose lap a tired cat chose to settle on, picking him alone out of the entire hall. And he, taking on the role of a gentle guardian, caressed the cat carefully, diligently. Maniacally tender...
· A (Affection) — Attachment: How do they express their love? How intense is it?
At first, these are elegant gifts that, believe me, were chosen for more than just a day or two. He made sure that the item matched your tastes, was useful, and was comfortable. Unless, of course, you liked trinkets that might gather dust on shelves but please the eye with each new day (that's exactly what Sigma hoped for when he gave you a figurine of a beautiful Italian girl, hand-painted by a master).
If he's honest, out of the fear of losing you — the only person who doesn't try to forcibly persuade him or use him — you might receive a bouquet of flowers one week... for every day of the week. And don't worry, he took care in choosing exactly the kind that couldn't possibly cause an allergic reaction.
Or once every two weeks, he gives you a beautiful antique item.
He doesn't know how to appease you, as if you were a deity, so that you definitely won't leave him.
Later, when you became softer towards him (and you weren't cruel to begin with, by the way), he started arranging meetings. He's too shy to call them dates...
And more and more, as long as you allow him, he will court you, at first like in romance novels, and then, having understood your tastes, he will continue to be a devoted gentleman for his lady, who already knows more about her... even more than she knows herself.
But if you say "stop," he will stop. In shock and a slight daze, like a cat caught in a trap, but he will listen to your words and try to ensure they change the situation for the better. Whichever he deems to be the better side.
· B (Blood) — Blood: How far are they willing to go when it comes to their "beloved"?
Far, but not to a criminal extent.
Being a member of such a dangerous and secret organization, he has already seen and heard plenty of killings. Even considering that they tried not to drag him too deep into such dark deeds, he still understood that his hands, albeit indirectly, are stained with blood.
Therefore, if some suitor appears, deciding that you are the one, he will simply be denied entry to the casino, and debts will suddenly surface at his banks.
If any danger threatens (why would anyone threaten such a sweet lady?.. Ah, right... There are many enemies, and they immediately see who has feelings...), then with hidden joy and open fear, he will provide you with refuge in the casino. The fear — he understands it's because of him. He is gnawed by a fear that constricts his chest and hands, the fear that you might get hurt because of him... But the joy. The joy that you are even closer to him. You can become even more sympathetic toward him. And he will drown in you even deeper.
· C (Cruelty) — Cruelty: How would they treat their "beloved" if they kidnapped them? Would they torment them?
It should be said that the kidnapping happened almost half a year after your first meeting. He is patient! And still a little cowardly... For a month, he was tormented by thoughts of whether you loved him back. And after such a long discussion with himself, the following months were spent on establishing warmer contact with you, getting to know you even better, and, naturally, setting up your future room according to your preferences. It's almost like a separate apartment! It's comfortable, spacious! And right next to him... And the soundproofing is good, by the way. Yeah. Just saying. Very good...
Torment a kitty like you? The one for whom he bends over backwards like a lovesick puppy? He would never torment or humiliate you. You are too precious to him. Besides, he doesn't see you as an enemy who deserves misfortune. No, in his eyes, you are nothing less than a cat. But know this: the scenario where you become his wife torments the young man greatly at night. Especially once you're already in the new room, at the casino.
And if you are not too frightened on top of that (he will take care of it), then know, just between us, you will have more privileges than anyone else. Just be his. He begs you.
· D (Darling) — Beloved: Would they do something against their love interest's will?
Rather yes than no. But only in the name of your safety. He has already seen how greedy and vicious even a seemingly saintly person can be. Both the clients and... the higher-ups have proven this to him.
Just don't be too upset with him! He won't be able to decide the best way to calm you down and will try to restore your peace of mind with lulling and tenderness. Although, if you scream, thrash around, and throw things at him, he will patiently leave you alone, giving you a chance to calm down. At least, he considers this the safest option — that's what he read in a dozen books on female psychology...
He doesn't think one-dimensionally! He just simply has no experience in this, and he tries to extract the truth from open sources and filter the information.
· E (Exposed) — Vulnerability: How much do they open their heart? Do they show their vulnerability?
Sigma has many positive qualities; he is not stupid, but perhaps the desire to finally have a soulmate can cloud his common sense and give free rein to all his feelings.
Even if he didn't initially plan to show his vulnerability, during conversations with you, in the pleasantly spent time together, he relaxes and becomes susceptible to any information that pleases you.
What do you want to know about him?
Ask, darling.
Just not about the work that is done far from prying eyes. Please. Don't go there.
· F (Fight) — Fight: How would they feel if their "beloved" fought back?
An understanding of the fight and a desire to calm you down. He himself wouldn't be particularly happy if he found himself under someone's guardianship. But you are not under just anyone's, you are under his. In the best place, with the best person.
The young man will perfectly understand your desire to fight back, but very quietly, without much violence, he will try to quell that fervor in you so that you don't hurt yourself.
So please, put down that heavy bottle of perfume.
· G (Game) — Game: Is this a game to them? Do they enjoy watching escape attempts?
For him, this is definitely not a game. For him, this is life. The realest thing. And... a chance. A chance to become someone's needed, beloved, precious person without the fear of being stabbed in the back or by the warm hands of a formerly close person. He won't scheme against you, won't cause you moral harm, won't test your body's limits. He simply wants happiness for both of you. Calm and peaceful.
At least, he's trying to build it, given the circumstances.
· H (Hell) — Hell: What would be the most terrible experience their "beloved" would have with them?
The most terrible moment came when you tried to run away for the umpteenth time, contriving to find a loophole each time and brazenly using it.
You were caught again. And the most terrible thing for Sigma was not that you almost left the country, but that you almost boarded a plane that was later shown on the news as having crashed. Not a single survivor.
He had never pressed the button to call security so fast in his life. For two whole, agonizing minutes, he was ready to pray and believe in anything and anyone, as long as you were alive.
And you were alive. And on the other end, you could even be heard swearing and shouting in the car, desperately trying to knock something over to attack the guard.
You had no idea that a mere couple of minutes could have divided your life into "before" and "after." Alive and dead.
After this, you were forbidden from leaving your bedroom for two whole weeks. Sigma visited you almost every hour, checking on you and asking about your well-being. He treated you like a porcelain but tightly sealed figurine. With fear, but in a disciplined manner.
After this period, the young man finally allowed you to move around the building more freely, but you will never forget the screams with which you threw one of your heels at your kidnapper when he delicately but firmly grabbed your ankle and put a tracking bracelet on it. You felt humiliated and offended, but Sigma insisted on this accessory, and you could only glare at him angrily from your corner. An angry cat that had a harness put on it, while it was used to being free.
· I (Ideals) — Ideals: What future do they imagine with their "beloved"?
A peaceful time, occurring steadily once a month, when the young man shuts himself off from the whole world and fills his thoughts with airy plans. He would very much like you to become, for now at least, his girlfriend. Voluntarily.
So that of your own free will you would open your eyes, happy, in his embrace (at least on weekends, when you don't need to get up with the first rays of the sun in summer, and in winter even before the sun itself).
So far, that is the limit of his dreams.
· J (Jealousy) — Jealousy: Do they get jealous? How do they deal with jealousy — do they snap or bottle it up?
He gets jealous like a hummingbird. It seems like he isn't showing his jealousy, but it also seems like he's ready to take his beloved by the hand and lead her away from unsuitable company.
He won't be jealous without a reason. If you behave well, you will be able to move freely around the casino and communicate with the staff and guests (personally approved by him).
But, as is usually the case, if an overly self-confident man appears in your social circle, deciding he can talk to such a beauty, Sigma will calmly help you get back to your room.
I hope you won't try to contact this insolent man to run away? Otherwise, the client will receive a permanent ban from the gambling establishment, and another week with a bracelet on your leg awaits you.
But know this: he bottles it up more than he shows it. And if he does show it, he will never unleash it in the form of aggression against you. Only a dry punishment without any injuries.
· K (Kisses) — Kisses: How do they act around their "beloved"?
Sigma's behavior fully depends on the time period — when you first got acquainted, and later — more than acquainted.
At first, believe me, nothing will give away his growing attraction to you. Only coincidences, precise and presented with arrangement, like steps in a waltz.
But when the young man realizes that you have become more than just a client to him, consequently, his attitude towards you will be different. Radically different.
You will start receiving not only more compliments and attention from the manager himself, but also beautiful gifts, which I already wrote about earlier.
He tries to be neither too passive, so you don't mistake him for a spineless ladies' man, nor too pushy, so that next time, as always on a Friday evening, you'll come wearing the jewelry he recently gave you. He won't ask for more.
...
Until the thought enters his head that you are too fragile for this deceitful world.
· L (Love letters) — Love Letters: How would they court or try to get closer?
The courtship is the same as that of gentlemen from old movies, who turned the heads of girls of those times and now charm fans of retro.
To speak of your beauty, that something has changed about you today, to point out a detail that highlights your eyes. He is not devoid of imagination, even if it is rather meager, perhaps, but for the lady of his heart, he can compose any compliments pleasing to the ear. Even if it costs him three sleepless nights and even, oh, the impossible, asking Gogol for advice — solely because that man has a smooth tongue and can say more about anything than Sigma himself can.
He believes in the phrase "actions speak louder than words," so the staff treats you like a dear friend? Or did you notice that less ice was added to your drink, allowing for more liquid in the glass? Oh, just a coincidence. A pleasant coincidence.
Just like a star that fell from the sky, which you are to him. A miracle that cannot be missed.
· M (Mask) — Mask: How much does their true nature differ from how they act around others?
I don't think it differs that much. He's not a cardboard cutout; he has many facets of feeling in his soul. It's quite logical that he can be both serious and more affectionate.
When you are in a relationship with him, the second face of the composed manager is fully revealed to you — a loving boyfriend, trying to devote any free time from his duties solely to you.
· N (Naughty) — Punishment: How would they punish their "beloved"?
Fair punishments set by the rules. Tried to leave the room to escape? A reprimand and a lecture, so tedious that you'll be trying to interrupt his words with your vows of obedience rather than listening to the end.
Tried to escape past security, already almost running out the main doors?
Don't worry, that bracelet doesn't squeeze so tightly anymore, and it even now has a listening feature that Sigma warned you about. So he will hear all your indignation through the speaker.
Admit it, it's better to behave at least not like a criminal attempting to escape, right?
· O (Oppression) — Oppression: What rights would they deprive their "beloved" of?
It's such a shaky boundary that it's impossible to define it precisely.
On the one hand, you have strict prohibitions — do not leave the room, do not talk about escaping with strangers, do not try to kill him, and so on.
But on the other hand — if you are obedient and affectionate, you will instantly melt the manager's heart, and in an embrace, using all your feelings of love and charm, you can wheedle anything you want. A relaxation of vigilance, for example.
I hope you won't ask Sigma for permission to kill him? He loves you, of course, but he's not ready to leave you alone.
After all, the fear of leaving you alone in this dangerous world is exactly what drives his yandere instinct.
· P (Patience) — Patience: How patient are they with their "beloved"?
Boundlessly. Seriously. You would have to try very hard to unbalance such a person. He will never raise his voice or hand against you, and his patience can only snap if, as was said earlier, you put yourself in such danger that your life hangs by a thread.
Only then will he take all measures of strict protection and, with a nervously twitching eye, sit beside you, hugging and soothing. It's just unclear whom he's soothing more: you or himself.
· Q (Quit) — Quit: If their "beloved" died, left, or escaped, would they be able to live on?
In all scenarios, a categorical "no" stands along with the fact that fire cannot burn in water.
Did You leave?
Probably not far, just to look at something in the store, right? You should have warned him so he could assign you at least one guard or, if he had free time, go with you himself. Spending time together is always beneficial, isn't it?
Did you run away?
Darling, you won't get far on the hundredth time if the previous ninety-nine were failures. The 101st attempt might work, but think about it once you're back in bed, not out on the street, where a hired killer could be around any corner. Hmm. What does this remind me of...
The two scenarios above clearly show that Sigma cannot be without you and will bring you back.
But if you die?
He will plead inside for you to switch places, for you to open your eyes, for your body to not be what it seems, and for you to open your eyes right now and hug him.
He won't be able to survive such a blow to the heart. Either a heavy life continuing the role of a manager, or else... He doesn't want to think about it, but no one is immune to, on one of the harrowing nights, drowning in his thoughts and taking the pistol long hidden for self-defense.
· R (Regret) — Regret: Would they feel guilt for the kidnapping? Would they ever let their victim go?
The young man feels regret when he sees your suffering. And therefore, he tries not to give it any ground. He doesn't keep you in a basement, he doesn't mock you, he just... takes care of you. Just courtship! Yes, slightly not in the typical sense, but it's not written anywhere in the world's regulations.
The chance that he will actually let you go is maybe 20 out of 100. His conscience, your words, and your appearance will force him to let you go with an aching heart, if he sees how you are fading away day by day without freedom and a boundless life.
· S (Stigma) — Stigma: What made them this way (childhood, interest, etc.)?
To say that his childhood made him this way will sound mocking, but also technically true from an age perspective.
Remember, he literally experienced coming into existence out of nowhere, he experienced slavery, he even experienced working with Fyodor. He knows what he's talking about when it comes to the cruelty of a world where even your friend can plunge a knife into your stomach.
The fear for a life, which in the current days of humanism is placed first and simultaneously last, makes him hold you tight in his arms, begging to give you one more day of safe life.
· T (Tears) — Tears: How do they react to their "beloved's" screaming, crying, or withdrawal?
Even if he is busy with matters that require his attention every second, he will try to soothe you if you cry and scream, and talk to you if you've withdrawn into yourself.
God, he will start worrying about you so much, if you reach your absolute limit, that he's ready to admit he can't cope and consult a psychiatrist or psychologist.
Just follow the doctor's prescription, and don't try to take advantage of this to run away. The psychiatrist is hired by Sigma.
· U (Unique) — Uniqueness: What sets them apart from the classic yandere image?
A yandere can, in a fit of passion, turn the object of their affection into a corpse. Sigma, however, will not do this under any pretext; even his anger, if it reaches its peak, will be vented on someone else.
He loves you too much to cause you any pain. Maybe... only if it's unconscious and accidental. And even then, he will apologize for it until you forgive him.
· V (Vice) — Vice: What weakness of theirs could the "beloved" use to escape?
Love. The most logical, and yet illogical, thing when you think about escaping from a kidnapper.
As before — you can pretend to be a cat purring from affection and buy yourself time for an escape. But keep in mind — the cat always returns to the warm hands of its owner. Whether by the cat's own desire, missing the love, or by the guardian's wish, who has a leash long enough for his pet.
· W (Wit’s end) — Wit's End: Would they harm their "beloved"?
No. And again, no. And just as many more times, no.
You shouldn't expect any purposeful violence — Sigma is not only uninterested in it but also steers clear of such an option of "care."
· X (Xoanon) — Idol: How much do they worship their "beloved"? What are they ready to do for them?
Sigma tries to avoid idolatry and elevating your personality to a cult. This in no way means you won't be among his priorities and values. He simply strives for real relationships, which have always been and will be the priority for genuine people.
You are the most precious person in this life to him.
· Y (Yearn) — Yearning: How long will they pine before they "snap"?
A long time. Half a year is a fairly good period while you live your life, unsuspecting that the one who desires you does so like a man dying of thirst wants water in the desert.
And, as was previously mentioned, his desire will gradually accumulate and accumulate, and eventually begin to seep little by little into your life in the most harmless way at first.
· Z (Zenith) — Zenith: Will they eventually break their "beloved"?
No. No. No. No. No!
By making you suffer, Sigma will only break himself even more.
His main desire is simply to see you happy and unharmed.
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