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Neighbor (Yandere! Malleus ABO)

Title: Neighbor

Pairings: Yandere! Malleus Draconia x F! Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, aged up characters, NSFW, A/B/O, NONCON, knotting

The city of Night Raven never let you forget your place as an omega.

Suppressants were mandatory for any omega that wanted a normal life. You had taken the same white pill every day for years. It kept your scent faint, made your heats manageable cramps, and let you pass as a normal, ordinary citizen.

The lobby smelled of lemon scented cleaner and faintly of the Alphas that lived there. You headed towards the elevator. It was the same as every day- take the suppressant and survive.

The elevator doors opened and you got in. You were closely followed by a tall man who pressed the button for the floor above the one you lived on. He was tall with black hair and green eyes. He filled out the suit he was in perfectly with his broad shoulders and muscular chest.

Power rolled off him in waves even before you caught his scent.

Alpha.

You kept as much distance between the two of you as possible. Your suppressants held, as they always did, but when the doors slid closed, his nostrils flared and head tilted. His gaze turned to you slowly. 

“New tenant?” he asked. His voice was deep and just the smoothness of it sent shivers up your spine.

You nodded. “I just moved in yesterday.”

“Malleus Draconia.” He introduced himself with a smile that didn’t put you at ease. “Looks like we’re on the same floor.” He held out a hand for you to shake.

You offered your first name and shook his hand, letting go quickly. His palm was large and warm, and his scent intensified with the touch, as though you had somehow pleased him. You wiped your hand on your thigh.

The elevator began to rise. “Well, welcome to the building,” Malleus said, “If you need anything- repairs, heavy lifting, whatever… don’t hesitate. I’m just right above you.”

You thanked him quietly and, when the elevator doors slid open, you hurried out of the elevator and to your apartment. As soon as you were alone in your apartment, the door clicking closed behind you, you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. There were plenty of Alphas in Night Raven, all rich, entitled, and used to getting exactly what they want.

You took your evening suppressant and began working on the stacks of boxes piled neatly against the wall. Hours passed as you unpacked. Finally, you went downstairs to get a boxed-up lamp from your car. You went through the lobby, towards the elevator.

The elevator doors opened, revealing Malleus Draconia.

He had changed into casual wear (gray T-shirt, black sweatpants, white sneakers) and, somehow, his scent was even stronger. “Do you need help?” Malleus asked, reaching for the box before you could answer.

His fingertips brushed your hands as he took the box from you. The contact lingered for much too long.

“I got it,” you protested weakly.

“Consider it a gift from your new neighbor,” Malleus replied smoothly.

When the elevator stopped at your floor, Malleus carried the box to your apartment effortlessly. You unlocked and opened the door. He set it down right where the hallway met your apartment, respectfully not stepping over the precipice. 

However, his eyes did not stay in the hallway. They swiped back and forth, taking in every detail that he could see of your apartment. It was like he was trying to commit it to memory.

“Thank you,” you said awkwardly.

His smile returned slowly, “Any time.”

As he walked away, getting into the elevator and disappearing, something worrying occurred to you. You had never told him your apartment number, yet he had walked straight to your door without hesitation.

You closed and locked your door, heart beating out of your chest, much faster than it was supposed to be.

Across the hall and one floor up, Malleus Draconia stepped into his own apartment. He leaned against the closed door and inhaled deeply, eyes half-lidded. Your scent had slipped through the blockers and you were sweet, warm, and, best of all, unclaimed.

He crossed the room to the tablet hanging on the wall. As a man who owned the property management company, he had records for all the tenants in the luxury apartment building. He turned it on and, with the press of a few buttons, he had your full name, birthdate, license information, delivery schedule for your omega suppressants, etc.

Malleus saved the information, then pulled up the security camera feed for the hallway outside your door. A smile curled across his lips.

“Welcome home, (Y/n),” he murmured, feeling the beginnings of a rut he hadn’t felt in years.

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The next few days blurred together. You had barely moved in, but small inconveniences were popping up left and right. When you had a leaky faucet, you mentioned it to the building super, but before a maintenance request was even officially made, Malleus showed up at your door with a toolbox. 

“It isn’t any trouble,” he told you when you protested, “I’m good with my hands.”

He smelled even stronger up close, his scent wrapping around you like a heavy blanket. You tried to ignore the way his arms flexed and the way his eyes flicked towards you every time you were nearby. He fixed the faucet in under 10 minutes and left.

The next day, after a grueling day at work, you nearly tripped over a package at your door. It contained chocolate, a heating pad, scented candles, soft blankets, and electrolyte drinks. It came with a note attached. For heat preparations -Malleus.

You hadn’t ever told him when your heat was due.

By the end of the week, he had “coincidentally” run into you 3 more times. Once in the parking garage, where he offered to carry your groceries inside for you. Once at the building’s gym, where he asked how your workout went. And once when you were coming home, soaked from a rainstorm. Each time his scent stayed on your clothes, making your skin hot and your mind restless.

Your suppressants were’nt working as well as they should be. Your scent felt sharper to your own nose and the dull ache in your stomach came early. You doubled up on the pills and even sprayed yourself with omega blockers, telling yourself it was just the new job and the move.

Work had also taken a nosedive. Your normally amazing reports got flagged for minor mistakes, client meetings got rescheduled without your knowledge, and the two Betas you hung out with suddenly started avoiding you.

Wednesday evening you returned from work, exhausted and dealing with the start of your heat. Your clothes felt too tight and your thoughts were fuzzy. The elevator opened on your floor and, standing right outside your door, was Malleus, holding a paper bag.

“Rough day?” he asked sympathetically. His nostrils flared as you slowly approached him, something like satisfaction in his eyes.

“Just a little tired,” you admitted.

“I have something that may help.” He handed you the paper bag. You fished out a candle. Not just any old candle, but your favorite scent.

“How did you-?”

“I pay attention,” Malleus replied smoothly, “You look like you need to be taken care of. You work so hard, after all.”

His hand brushed yours as he handed you the bag and a wave of need rolled over you- so strong that it scared you. You pulled away quickly, clutching the bag to your chest.

“Thanks,” you managed to say softly, “But I’m fine.”

Malleus’s eyes sharpened, “If you need anything, I’m just upstairs. I’m available day and night.”

You slipped inside your apartment and immediately locked it. Malleus listened to the lock turn from the hallway. His phone buzzed and he looked at his texts. He grinned at the newest message. It looked like his plant in your HR department was doing their job.

Soon you would have even fewer reasons to leave your apartment. Your suppressants would fail soon too. He could smell your neediness in the air.

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Saturday night, your heat hit you like a train. You felt it building all day- a low throbbing ache that your suppressants and pain killers couldn’t even touch. The scent blockers had stopped working altogether. 

You had doubled the suppressants, then tripled them. It made no difference whatsoever. You could smell your own scent easily.

By the evening, you were in nothing but an oversized T-shirt, facedown in your pillows, thighs slick and trembling. The apartment seemed too hot and too small. Malleus’s scent that remained from the week should have disgusted you, but instead it filled you with need.

Your vision whited out when another wave crashed over you. You cried out into the pillows. The biological need was taking over- you needed an Alpha’s knot and teeth in your neck and you needed it now.

“No… no no no nononono…” You refused to give in. You reached for your phone to call a heat clinic, but it slipped from your grasp and fell on the floor out of reach.

A broken moan slipped from your mouth as another contraction hit. Your scent exploded outwards, leaving the safety of your room and filling the hallway.

One floor up, Malleus stopped talking mid-conversation in a business call. His pupils blew wide and his nostrils flared. The Alpha in him roared to life and his rut hit him like a dam breaking. He ended the call without another word and grabbed his master key.

You didn’t even hear him unlock the door. You were writhing on your sheets, hips rocking against nothing and tears streaming down your face. The pain was unbearable. You needed an Alpha now.

Malleus stood behind you, eyes glowing and chest heaving. “I am here,” he said soothingly.

“Malleus, don’t- Please, I-” You tried to protest, but your body betrayed you by releasing even more slick.

He crossed the room and ripped off his shirt. His large, warm hands grabbed your hips and you gasped at the contact. “You’ve been fighting this long enough. Let me help.”

His mouth found your neck and sucked. You cried out in blinding pleasure. His fingers found your slick cunt, testing your readiness. He found you soaking wet and clenching around nothing.

Malleus growled. “Perfect. So perfect for me.”

Malleus unbuckled his pants and shrugged them and his boxers off. Then, he turned to you, shoving the oversized T-shirt up to your neck. His body covered yours, one hand pushing you down into sweat-soaked sheets while the other guided his cock to your entrance.

When he pushed inside you with one rough thrust, the feeling was so overwhelming that you screamed. He was thick and long, stretching you out perfectly. The first brush of his knot against your entrance made your eyes roll back in your head.

He didn’t go slow- his rut had full control over him. His hips snapped against yours hard and fast. He growled possessive praises in your ear as he fucked you. “My Omega… Mine… I have been waiting for this.”

Each thrust sent you farther and farther into pleasure. Your Omega body began to give in, tilting your hips to give him easier access. 

When his knot finally began to swell, Malleus pulled your hair back and demanded, “Say you’re mine!”

You couldn’t answer, only scream in pleasure when his knot finally slipped through. White-hot ecstasy crashed through you, whiting out your vision and making you arch your back. At the height of your orgasm, Malleus sank his teeth into your neck- the claiming bite.

Pain shot through you, then melted into pure connection. Emotions that weren’t yours were suddenly felt- obsessive love, satisfaction, and primal triumph. Malleus’s feelings.

He roared in pleasure as he came, flooding you with pulses of hot cum. His knot locked you both together as the overwhelming influx of emotions made you too dizzy to even think about protesting. For a long moment, the two of you just breathed heavily, still locked together.

“My apartment is much bigger,” Malleus said, almost casually. “You’ll see soon. After all, you are going to be staying there forever.”

[midnightinshadow]

[yey56]

yooo! How would the Black Hat Org. react to someone who refuses to be “identified”. Someone who isn’t a hero neither a villain. That saves civilians yet kicks hero’s ass?

Good question, lets see

Villainous x morally ambiguous reader

DR FLUG:

He would probably be the most comprehensive out of all of the crew (alongside 505). Since he also is the one who can understand feeling pity or mercy for someone he wouldn't judge you as much. 

Still Flug would be confused on how deep your hatred for heroes is when you always insist on doing the least harm possible to civilians.

But at the end of the day he can appreciate someone capable of empathy and basic human decency. He probably has the most confidence with you to vent his emotions since you never mock him for it.

Somedays, when the missions get out of hand and a lot of people that didn't have anything to do with the objective get hurt, you usually get very sulky and even avoidant. 

Flug is the one to bring you something to eat and watch you as you look at one fixed place without even blinking.

Even though you have your moments of empathy, he gets really excited when you go full on ruthless with most heroes. You just present yourself so ruthless, not even letting them say anything before you launch.

has tried multiple times to ask you about why you work for a villain company when you aren't a villain yourself. Your answer is always the same: you hate heroes with passion but you won't mess with people who haven’t messed with you outside that.

He loves to plan the attacks with you! mainly because you are the only one listening or following said plan. Sometimes a little too well.

There was one time when you went undercover to a funeral as the corpse so you could catch the hero off-guard and even after the hero was neutralised you did not exit the casket until the service ended. Flug worried you might have lost against that hero.

Flug: Reader! I thought you were dead!

Reader: No. Just in deep cover.

Flug: But you were inside an open casket. At a funeral home!

Reader: It was a very deep cover. 

Yeah, you're more of a question about my methods but not my results. And even though flug doesn't want ot admit it, sometimes the results are actually worth the risk.

DEMENTIA:

Again, same dilemma as Flug but she's less kind about it. Or at least more vocal

She absolutely adores kicking hero ass with you and since you can get pretty aggressive she does enjoy a lot of your violence and company but often rolls her eyes at you leaving the people around unharmed.

You have to bribe her if you want her to leave the people on the streets alone and let me tell you, the bribe must be GOOD.

Strangely, you don't seem so keen on showing mercy to people if those people are willingly being dense about “helping” their heroes. Dementia knows this and will abuse the hell out of it so you can go full on crazy.

If you get affected by the death of someone (a death probably you caused), maybe they were in the wrong place at the wrong time, she will not console you, she will tell you to get over it and invite you to go to drink milkshakes together.

Even though you argue with her a lot more than with flug you do get along to the point of being friends. When Dementia and reader go out together they leave a path of vandalism and destruction around them. 

Another reason she is willing to forget your merciful nature is because you are not against vandalism and often participate in it. Most of the time, you don't even realise how much you are recognised only for the damage of public property.

Dementia: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.

Reader: Dem, those are wanted posters!

You always intervene when she's trying to bully 505 or Flug and so she tries to target them when you are working on something else or when you start to disassociate because of god knows what.

She has the mentality of: I dont want to fix them, I can make them worse

BLACK HAT

Most of the time, hes pissed as fuck. But he recognises that you do a pretty decent job even by his imposisble standarts so he lets you be most times.

He's always pushing you to go full villain, like sabotaging a situation so you go full on massacre even if you don't want that. Will feed into your rage since that's the emotion you feel the strongest.

He will reprimand you or even punish you for pushing the team into not causing more chaos and destruction. Sometimes Black hat will give you direct orders to do so if you seem specially unwilling just to push you out of your comfort zone.

Does not care much how the death of innocent civilians affects you. If he catches you dissociating remembering the screams of the people he will just say to get used to it.

Black hat is willing to ignore your most redeeming qualities as a human being because of how feral and brutal you are to heroes. 0 mercy. Following the villain manual like a champ.

You dont let them talk, you dont let them explain you just attack and don’t stop until you bring the head of the hero to his office.

As a tactic for keeping you on your toes, awake and exhausted, therefore more prone to burst in rage, he often doesn't let you sleep, filling you with work. Long and tiring spying missions or bringing a hero alive which is a very exhausting work to do.

Once your all charged up with contempt and in survival mode due to not sleeping he sends you out to end a hero (whether that be killing them or leaving them unable to work anymore).

If you turn back and you performance is satisfactory, he will let you rest. Probably pat your shoulder and if you were exceptionally good (you brought the hero in different pieces) you might get a rare: excellent! from your boss.

The most “solace” he will offer you will be this (dont judge guys, this is the best he can do)

Reader:sigh* I feel so burnt out. 

Black Hat: Don’t worry, it'll be over soon. 

Reader: Are you going to... assassinate me or something? 

Black Hat: Not if you’re expecting it.

If you refuse to go by villain entirely he will start calling you 'villain in training' Maybe he will asign you to the BH camp for young villains so the lessons get to you.

If you ever break and decide to go full on supervillain his smile will practically split from his face. Ypur situaction is similar to Flugs, there's great potential but there's still some sharpening to do.

505:

He doesn't really notice if you make a difference between normal civilians and heros. He only knows that you are kind to him and that you like his hugs!

He enjoys your presence since you often drive dementia away when she's being mean to him. 505 has drawn you saving him, your room is full of his drawings.

The bear can notice that you are in some way similar to his father because you have a soft side (not as prominent as Flugs). You treat him well, protect him during missions and spend time with him. That makes you worthy of his love (and his pastries).

Idk what more to say about him, you probably have some sense of responsibility for 505 since he's the only innocent and pure being in the mansion.

Kinda like: this is 505, and if he gets hurt in any way Im ending everyone and then myself.

Hola gente!! Como villainous está reviviendo he pensado en seguir escribiendo para esta maravillosa serie (Alan turiel porfa no nos dejes con las ganas)

Cualquier petición que queráis de one shot o de headcannons decidme que yo escribo 🫶.

Guys, for those who don’t talk Spanish, request open. Ask whatever you want either by one shot or head canons.

I would love to know your opinion on my work. Have a nice day <3

[hvrbinqer]

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒𝟐𝟎𝟗

𝐭𝐰: 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Your heart beat rapidly as you ran. The pounding of your feet hitting the Earth below you echoed throughout the dark night. Your chest burned as you gasped for air not daring to slow down or stop.

I have to keep going! I need to find the others.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as your friends flashed in your mind. Oh how you missed them. You’d give anything to hear Ace and Deuce teasing you again, how the headmaster complimented and doted on each of his students, or even the brilliant smile that Kalim so often showed you. His vigor and bright personality never faltered even in the worst of situations.

They must be worried sick. Or maybe they forgot about me?

It had been months since you disappeared. You were dragged away from the life you once knew by your captor, imprisoned in one of the highest towers of Diasmonia’s castle. Chained and left forgotten in a cold dark cell, never being able to see the sunshine or enjoy the sweet air.

His callous ways and distorted mind made you reel. You couldn’t get his psychotic laughter and the sadistic flicker in his eyes out of your mind.

He took pleasure in inflicting pain on you, your delicate skin scarred from the lashes and bite marks as a way of “punishment.” He violated and degraded you in ways know one should ever have to be treated.

“You are absolutely gorgeous when you cry.”

His devilish eyes pierced through your soul as he held your chin up, “Why won’t you speak, have you lost your voice?”

His head turned to the side, his childish curiosity was nothing but sinister, “No matter Dollface, It seems I’ve already broken your spirit. You’re to surrender your all to me, and I will be the only person in your life now. Just you and me.”

You shivered as his cold fingers grazed your cheeks, the dark fae smirked and leaned in to kiss you. Your eyes fluttered shut no matter how hard you fought, you would never be able to escape his grasp. Lilia’s kisses were dangerously intoxicating, leaving you limp.

Grim, Ace, and Deuce were the first ones to realize you vanished. When they visited the Ramshackle dorm, there was no trace of you. When they came into your room, no sign of life. Deuce noticed that the window in your room was open.

The morning breeze flowed in, a soft howl that sent his heart beat into a marathon. You were kidnapped, he knew it. They left the building and told headmaster Crowley the news.

“Are you sure?! Maybe she went to one of her classes early.”

Crowley froze in place at the news, the pen in his hand dropped. “No!! It’s not like her to leave without us. We go to classes together everyday!”

Ace’s patience was running thin, “Headmaster…I think it’s best we start a search party. We looked everywhere after checking the dorm. Her window was wide open as well.”

Deuce laid a hand on Ace’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. He couldn’t blame him for his outburst, they were close after all.

Crowley’s fist clenched as a pang of guilt invaded into his heart. He took the responsibility to protect you while you were here at Night Raven. He wanted to make sure your stay here was safe and peaceful, and that you would have the chance to learn like the rest of the students. As so, his fatherly instincts kicked in and anger bubbled up inside of him.

Taking a deep breath, his next words came out in a low careful tone. “I will do everything that is necessary. We still don’t know for sure if this is a kidnapping. Alert everyone you know and I’ll make an announcement today.”

After the trio left, Crowley’s eyes shut and he let out a sigh, “No one dares hurt my students…they will pay.”

News had traveled quickly of your disappearance.The whole school was hushed in murmurs, as the dorm heads instructed the younger years that if they had any information; that it was vital of them to step forth. Leona sent out Ruggie and Jack to your dorm, tracking out your scent and anything left behind that could be used as clues, nothing.

Floyd and Jade searched the parks, questioned students who came into the lounge. Jade used his shock of the heart magic on anyone who seemed suspicious, but no leads. With Rooks hunting skills, he immediately set out to look in the nearby forest.

A few days passed and he returned with nothing. Devastation hit like a tsunami on all the dorms when Vil told them, as Rook would always come back with sources from hunting.

This time there was nothing, it seemed so unfathomable, so surreal.

“How could she just disappear like that?? I don’t get it!” Ace slammed his fist down on the table. He was boiling with anger and frustration, “Ace you need to calm—”

“—No I will NOT calm down!”

Everyone froze as Ace interrupted Riddle continuing with his outburst, shocking the dorm leader, “While Y/n is probably out there scared and lost, or possibly dead. You guys are acting as if nothing happened and having an Unbirthday party!”

Ace felt sick to his stomach as he watched his friends turn away or advert their gaze. “This is sickening. I thought you were her friends..”

“It’s not that easy Ace, we did everything we could. We tried!” Riddle was shaking as he yelled, clearly worked up just as much as Ace. The red head slumped back into his seat, never before has the queen of hearts looked so defeated.

Ace shook his head, “Well clearly we haven’t tried hard enough, now have we.” His voice was filled with venom and he walked off from the table. Leaving the other members in a quiet somber.

That night a menacing storm rolled in. Shaking the ground with its rumbles of thunder, flashes of lightning darting across the dark sky. You couldn’t rest, you can’t even remember when was the last time you did have some sleep or even anything to eat. Droplets of rain slid down the window pane, the sky weeped for you. Tears rolled down your cheeks as a choked sob bubbled out of you.

“Please…”

The crack in your voice said it all. You have never been in so much fear before, confused, and chilled to the bone. Shaking and sniffling as you watched the storm. You were disoriented and weak, but you refused sleep for so long that you couldn’t fight it anymore. Sinking down onto the cold floor, you curled into a ball and your eyelids shut. Wishing that this was all a nightmare, and that you would wake up back home in your dorm.

Home…You felt that since arriving in Twisted Wonderland you would eventually go back to your world. But that all dissipated as you grew close with everyone. They were your family and you felt at home there.

“Y/n…Y/n..”

You groaned as a voice pulled you out of your sleep. Slowly opening your eyes, you squint as small rays of sunlight flooded the cell you were in. Leaving you blind for a few moments. Lilia was sitting beside you with a smile on his face. “Good morning doll, how’d you sleep?”

Sitting up you glared at him, not saying a word. “I’m sorry that your sleeping quarters are not the most… hospitable right now. I had to keep you here for awhile, but you will be staying in my room for now on.”

As he stood up he grabbed your forearm and you began to scream. Fighting and clawing at his hand to release you, but his fingers only dung into your skin. You were not going down with out a fight and you sure as hell were not going to stay in the same room as him.

“Now now Y/n..you need to stop making things so difficult. You remember what happens if you defy me don’t you?”

Your eyes widen and you froze as you remembered clearly. Memories of past torment and punishment. His voice was serious and low as he stared down at you.

“That’s what I thought.” He lifted you up and you stumbled behind him. Your legs felt like jello and your mind was spinning from dizziness.

“I’ll have to get you changed and then feed you. You need to start eating Y/n or your body is going to shut down.” Your heart throbbed, oh how you wished you were dead. Anything is better than this! You’d rather die as an escape from his cruel hand.

You tried to stay calm as you followed him through many dark halls. It was strange seeing how glum and dark inside it was, no light shined as much. Lilia walked you into a big room, a canopied bed set center. Many paintings and picture frames decorated the walls and the many tabletops.

A large bison head was nailed up on one of the high walls, it’s piercing black eyes unsettling you as you stared into its abyss. Tearing your gaze away, you saw a large window that had a latch on it. Your heartbeat quickened ever so slightly at the possibility of escape.

Lilia sat you down on the bed and reached under, pulling out shackles. You began to shake your head, scrambling on the bed as you didn’t want to be chained up. Bruising and soreness evident from the cuffs before that were on your ankles. Lilia’s eyes softened and he slowly sat down beside you.

“Y/n this is for your own good. I need to make sure you don’t do anything to hurt yourself or try to leave.” Your eyes flickered to the window for a second, but he noticed and chuckled.

“You wouldn’t want to do that. We are still quite a ways up, and a fall like that…well death would be certain and more so foolish.”

You felt your heart drop at his words. You wouldn’t be able to climb down. You looked down into your lap, tears staining your cheeks. Lilia inched closer to you and wiped your tears away gently.

“As long as you obey me and don’t pull anything, I might take the shackles off of you later on.” You two stared into each eyes for a few minutes until he leaned into you. His lips were softly pressing into yours. Your heart raced as a blush rose in your cheeks. Lilia’s hands trailed down your sides to your hips, his hands holding you tightly to him. Slowly you kissed him back and he groaned.

He pulled away and looked into your eyes, “That’s a good girl.”

He sat up and showed you the shackles, grabbing your leg gently he cuffed your ankle and locked it in place. “Why?”

Your voice sounded through the room. Weak, brittle, and tiny, you cursed yourself as you didn’t want to sound weak in front of him. You had to keep your guard up, after all he kidnapped you.

Lilia looked up at you and for a second, you saw something flicker in his magenta orbs before they darkened. “As I said..It’s to keep you safe. Y/n I love you and I want to treat you with respect. I know you don’t trust me right now, nor as do I for that matter…but we can build on this and work through it together, you and me.”

His voice grew softer with each word and you couldn’t help but feel slight pity for him. He was always alone, outlived many people, watched over Malleus and other members, and yet he had to go to this extent and imprison you?

His mind was warped, delusional as he thought you reciprocated the same feelings.

You were terrified and wanted to go back to your dorm, back to all your friends. Was the other dorm members involved as well? You felt so betrayed and devestated. You were good friends with Silver and Sebek, and couldn’t help but wonder if they knew.

Lilia sat a tray of food in front of you and moved a few strands of hair from out of your face.

“Eat.”

You stared at him. Anger bubbling up inside of you, your hands shook. Looking down at the bowl of soup in front of you, it was still warm.

‘What if it’s poisoned? So he kidnaps me and then expects me to eat and do whatever he tells me to do like some toy.

You couldn’t calm down, and the next thing you knew, you had thrown the tray of food. A loud clatter and clinging of the dish sent you to rage as you tugged on the shackles crying.

You gasped in pain as Lilia pulled hair from the top of your head, slightly bending you so your faces were mere inches.

“Stop being so ungrateful!”

You froze and started shaking as his eyes lit up, “If that’s how you are going to be then I’ll have to punish you!” He seethed.

With that you were pulled up and then onto the ground. Lilia drew his wand and you started to panick, “No! Please don’t!!”

“There is no escape from me and my love. You will dedicate yourself to me, is that clear little lamb?” A shiver ran up your spine as his voice lowered, his hot breath tickled your ear.

He pushed you back and you sobbed, you were a crumbling mess on the floor. “I’m doing this because I love you.” You quickly looked up and your eyes widened. Before you could do or say anything else, he muttered something and a black mist shot out from his wand.

Your brain felt fuzzy and your vision began to blur as the fog surrounded you. Your body and eyelids feeling heavier by the second till you went unconscious.

Lilia sighed as he looked down at your small form, you looked so beautiful even in sleep. Picking you up he laid you back down on the bed and covered you up. Gently stroking your hair, he can slowly feel the crack in his heart spreading till he felt completely broken.

“I will make you love me.” Lilia rose to his feet and walked out the door, locking it behind him.

A month had passed and you still haven’t left the room you were locked in. Lilia has rarely visited you, giving you time to yourself. Only to give you food, a few words exchanged and he would leave. Only a few times has he spent the night with you, but he didn’t try anything on you.

As he explained on the first night he spent, “I’m not going to force myself on you. I want you to want me first.”

You sighed longingly as you stared out the window, a book in hand. You decided that obeying him and doing as he says would be of your best interest. Not daring to question or cause problems.

You thought that maybe if you gained his trust, surely he would remove the chains eventually, giving you a chance at an open escape.

You jumped when you heard a light knock on the door before it opened, Lilia walking in. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath, putting on one of your brightest smiles. Only they were fake.

Placing the book down, you got up and walked over to greet him. “Hello love, how are you doing today?”

His lips planted a soft kiss to your forehead as his arms wrapped around you, enveloping you in his embrace.

“I’m okay.”

Your voice was soft as you looked up at him. Lilia smiled at you and held your chin in between his fingers.

“You’ve been doing so good as of late and you’ve earned yourself no chains for the day.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he continued, “Its a nice day out and I thought maybe we could enjoy ourselves. Malleus, Sebek, and Silver all agreed to go outside.”

That’s right, the others knew about Lilia’s actions and kidnapping me. Sebek and Malleus had visited you only a few times to brief you on his absence. There were times he was busy and could not check up on you or see you, so he’d asked the others to. You haven’t seen Silver at all though, wondering if he was aware.

Smiling up at him your heart began to race.

This could be my chance..

“Could I help prepare everything?” You wanted to talk to Sebek and hopefully find Silver, maybe he could help you.

“Of course darling, I’d love to eat anything you make. But I know I’d rather have you for a meal.” He smirked as his fingers traced your back. His fingertips touching your spine made you shiver and you blushed. Clearly embarrassed by his words you backed away and changed the subject.

“W-When are we going?”

“I came to take you out now. I’ll have you help Sebek prepare everything.” With those words, he strode over to you and kneeled down at your feet. Pulling out a key he unlocked the cuffs around your ankle.

Lilia fingers gently touched the bruising, discoloration of having them on for too long. “Oh dear, Y/n why didn’t you tell me they were too tight?”

You met his gaze but couldn’t form words. Looking away, he sighed and raised you to your feet. “I’ll have to bandage your ankles later.” He kissed your cheek and escorted you out of the room.

Time had flown by after preparing the meals with Sebek, he hardly talked to you and you didn’t mind it to be honest. You felt less on edge, but you knew he felt bad.

He couldn’t even look you in the eye, as he betrayed his friend. But you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him and Silver, it’s not like they could do anything. They were powerless compared to Lilia and Malleus.

Eventually you made it outside with the others, Lilia taking hold of your hand in case you pulled anything. As you walked out you froze, “Huh?”

It was pitch black out, you could’ve sworn it was still daylight earlier.

“Isn’t is lovely?”

You turned to see Malleus looking up at the night sky, stars scattered and twinkled in the darkness.

The moon flowed brightly as it showned down on you, “Very.” You mumbled.

“I thought it was still daytime. Time flowed by so quickly I didn’t even realize.”

You turned to him and he smiled down at you, “Yes..”

He faltered for a moment, clearly thinking of something before going to sit down near a tree. You followed the others and Sebek pulled out the basket.

You kept quiet as the others engaged in conversation. You were too nervous and your heart was beating fast as you conjured up your plan of escape.

What to do..

You slowly were munching on your sandwitch as you thought of the possibilities. Weighing each one out as much as you could.

I can’t just get up and run, they would surely catch up to me.

Your eyes soon met with blue irises and you froze.

Silver…

You felt your heart break a little as he looked at you. This was the first time he’s seen you since you were captured. In his eyes were filled with sorrow and regret. He couldn’t protect you, and he couldn’t save you from being tainted by Lilia.

You adverted your gaze and turned to Lilia. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

He studied you for a few seconds before turning to Silver, “Take her, and take these with you.” Lilia pulled out small cuffs and handed it to him.

“That way she can’t get far if she tries anything.” He turned to you and kissed your lips before you got up and walked with Silver.

You walked in front of him, a few feet a way from each other. His gaze practically burned holes into you and you can feel the adrenaline pumping through your blood.

“S-Silver I– Just follow me.” Your eyes widened as he laid a finger to your lips, a warning in his eye telling you everything.

Tears flowed from your eyes and you couldn’t help but smile as he took a hold of you. His tight hug was bone crushing but you never felt so safe before.

“I’m going to get you out of here..but you need to do everything as I say, do you understand?” He cupped your cheeks and looked into your eyes, you couldn’t say a word and nodded your head.

“I’m so sorry Y/n.” His voice trembled as his expression turned into remorse.

“It’s okay.”

You two were outside a set a doors before he stopped you from walking out. “Y/n, please be quick. You need to find headmaster Crowley and then find safety amongst the other dorm leaders okay?”

Your heart began to pound faster, “Yes I got it, but what about you? You can’t stay here.”

You looked up at him with fear and hesitation in your eyes. “Just leave it to me to deal with! But you need to hurry or else he’s going to catch us both!”

You smiled gratefully to him as he opened the back doorway for you. Taking in another deep breath you began to run.

Never in your life have you ran as fast before. Your life depended on it, and soon if you didn’t catch up to your friends and Headmaster Crowley, Lilia would find you and drag you back to your doom. As all your friends crossed your mind you ran faster and faster.

Your heart thrumming in your ears as you continued on down the dark path. The trees howled and cried out into the night, branches that stuck out scratching your arms and legs, blood oozing from your wounds. You didn’t care though, your body felt numb as the cold air settled into the night.

You heard a faint laughter somewhere in the trees and your heart dropped. Fear settling in you picked up your pace, knowing that he was coming for you.

“Oh Y/n..you know you can’t run from me!”

His teasing voice echoed throughout the woods. Coming from left to right and even behind you, but you didn’t dare look back. You quickly hid yourself behind a large tree, your breathing was heavy as your lungs were on fire.

Please God help me..

as you prayed, you placed a hand over your mouth when you heard a snapping of twigs. A few seconds later a wrestle in the bushes until a figure popped out. You turned your head back to hide yourself from him. His heavy footsteps sounded in the air, and after a long pause of eerie silence you heard his voice.

“Come out, come out wherever you are little lamb.”

His sinister and mocking tone shook your very core. You knew if he caught you, you were done for. Death was certain. After what felt like an eternity, his footsteps faded away as he took off in another direction.

You slumped down to the ground and took a deep breath, silently crying. I can’t give up now! As your vision adjusted you could see a faint light up ahead, and the shadows of many buildings. Your heart leapt as you were close to the campus, standing you took off again.

As you ran to the edge of the woods you cried tears of joy, but oh how that was short lived.

Within seconds your body was slammed down harshly into the soil, twigs and leafs crunching underneath you as your face was pushed in hard.

“I’m afraid you made a grave mistake lamb.” Horrified, realization struck you like a bus that Lilia has you pinned down.

“What were you thinking my dear? That running off would keep you safe from me?”

His voice was filled with rage and malice, “I was keeping you safe from the outside world, but I guess that wasn’t enough now was it. I’ll give you a reason to be scared!”

As he said this you felt his hands wrapping around your throat as he kissed you. You started thrashing, your screams muffled into his harsh kiss. You felt his wet muscle invade your mouth and you took this chance to bite down as hard as you could.

Pulling away, he growled in pain and anger. The sound was animalistic as he stared at you ravenously.

“You will regret that!”

The night air was filled with your blood curdling screams as he dragged you back into the dark woods. Never have you ever felt so destroyed, so helpless.

Never again, were you able to leave his sight, his touch, his menacing gaze, and his twisted toxic love for you. For he has found you and you were to never see the daylight again.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: @yandere-romanticaa @tsuisute @yandere-wishes @lovee-infected @yan-twst @panacea-wishes @jangmi-latte

[bluessmau]

Raw, Next Question, Pt. 2

In which Fem!AFAB!Reader asks her husband, Trey/Ruggie/Jade/Rook/Lilia, if they can do 'it' without a condom for the first time.

Warnings: 18+, Aged Up! AU, reader is married to the boys, Fem!AFAB!Reader, unprotected sex, mentions of impregnation, creampies, jerking off, sexting, marital shenanigans, etc.

Trey Clover

Ruggie Bucchi

Jade Leech

Rook Hunt

Lilia Vanrouge

Tags: @waitlexist @ryebread0605 @im-no-mechanic-but @lazeriii @oldwokasiv @currapted1glitch0 @ppnuggie111 @mostro-lounge-menu @silverargentu @foxglovepng @maiiamoon @sweetlikevanilaaa @maomaoyuu @th30sstuff @kyuu0 @a-hidden-gem @mx-insert-fandom-here @the-internet-angei @notgoldilocks @byzantiumhollow @echosofmortality @munchkinmag1c

[bluessmau]

Children with Azul

In which Fem!Reader and Azul are married, and are navigating the ins and outs of parenthood together.

AGED UP. Fluff. Fem! AFAB! Reader. Requested by Anon. Each row is a different day, spanning a few months apart.

Children with Sebek

Azul Ashengrotto

Tags: @waitlexist @ryebread0605 @im-no-mechanic-but @lazeriii @oldwokasiv @currapted1glitch0 @ppnuggie111 @mostro-lounge-menu @silverargentu @foxglovepng @maiiamoon @sweetlikevanilaaa @maomaoyuu @th30sstuff @kyuu0 @a-hidden-gem @mx-insert-fandom-here @the-internet-angei @notgoldilocks @byzantiumhollow @echosofmortality

[mystical-lemonade]

I wasn’t sure if requests are open or not still, if they are not please feel free to ignore this.

I really loved your vice dorm leader and the reader taking a bath post, if your interested, I would love to see a dorm leader version. 💕💕

Warnings: N/A

Wordcount: 1,120

Pairings: Pairings: Riddle Rosehearts x gn!reader, Leona Kingscholar x gn!reader, Azul Ashengrotto x gn!reader, Kalim Al Asim x gn!reader, Vil Shoenheit x gn!reader, Malleus Draconia x gn!reader

Riddle is a tad bit worried when you don't answer your door, so he goes looking for you.

Grim was no help, so he decided to look in the gardens. Then in the ruins. Then eventually he stumbles across a lake? Well its a pond really, too small to be a lake, and in that pond is you

A very naked you.

A very qet, very much covered in soap, naked you

Riddle immediately hightails it out of sight, embarrassed that he saw you naked without permission.

But once he makes it safely away, he is appalled. Why would you not tell him you had to bathe outside, that couldn't have a bath in the privacy of your own home. Instead having to bathe with stagnant water.

You could get sick! Or get a parasite!

"Oh I'm so sorry for intruding but i have to say i am shocked and appalled. Don't bathe in ponds, dear! You'll get a disease."

Riddle will be having words with the headmaster about this. And soon you'll have running water again.

Leona would think that this was normal.

His dorm doesn't have reliable running water so he sometimes has to wait to shower until PE class.

He is actually kind of annoyed that you're having a bath right below his new favourite napping spot because of how much noise you're making

Is he mildly pleased that he gets to see his herbivore naked? Absolutely

Leona acknowledges that maybe its not considered polite to watch your s/o have a bath.

But you should have thought about that before you set yourself up right in front of his napping spot

So really whose fault is it that he's watching. After all who wouldn't want an eyeful of that nice ass you have~

Leona falls asleep after you leave with the distinct pride in his chest that comes from having a smoking hot significant other.

Azul is taking a walk to stretch his legs and clear his mind, trying to find that nice lake Jade mentioned seeing on one of his hikes

He ends up hearing 2 familiar voices through the brush, and when he peeks around the tree to look Azul spots not only Grim, but you

Naked as the day you were born, soap bar in hand, hair all shampooed.

Azul immediately blacks out for a second. His delicate constitution not able to handle such a shock.

Once he comes to, still hidden behind a bush, Azul high tails it out of the area.

Running back to the lounge ans into the safety of his office where the twins sat, simply relaxing.

Both are shocked at his dishevelled state of appearance, the bright red of his face, the way he keeps stuttering as he explained what happened

And how he now can't stop thinking about what you look like naked. Yes you two are dating, but he really wasn't prepared to see you in the buff yet. And Jade's comment doesn't make it much better for Azul

"Well Azul, I told you the sight of the lake was beautiful, but you certainly found something much more appealing didn't you~"

Kalim is confused

Why are you having a bath in a stream?

There isn't even a lot of water there to bathe in anyway, do you want more? Maybe he should help you

Uses oasis maker to dump water on you to rinse you off. Kalim thinks he's helping!

Is he? I mean maybe. But the mortification you feel at being caught overwhelms any thoughts of being grateful for the help.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Wait why are you having a bath outside anyway?"

He doesn't run off after you cuss him out though, which is a bit shocking. He stays to listen to you explain the issue. Kalim just wants to help out as best he can

He promises you that you can use his personal shower at Scarabia, so you don't have to get naked outside anymore.

Vil is personally offended when he finds out from Grim that the water in your dorm doesn't work. Forcing you to bathe outside.

He will haul ass down to where you at the lake are and immediately demand that you towel off and follow him back to his dorm.

You're naked you say? Well Vil will simply wrap you in his dorm leader coat and drag you over to Pomfiore.

Vil does not care. You will be forced to his dorm no matter how much you try and protest

No lover of his will be forced to bathe in the wilds. What if you get sick from how cold the water is?

So as you're now sitting in the actually quite nice clawfoot bathtub, Vil washing your hair with his personal bath products he will be gently scolding you

"Sweet Potato, why didn't you tell me you had no water? Pomfiore's doors are always open to you, so no matter the issue i want you to promise you'll come to me. Okay? Okay!"

Vil fussing over you for a good hour is kind of sweet to be honest.

So just lay back, relax and submit yourself into Vil's capable hands for the best pampering session you have ever experienced.

Malleus was going on one of his evening walks around Ramshakle's grounds when he heard a voice coming from the little creak at the edge of the property

Curious, he approached only to realise that the voice was his Rose, who based off the fact he could see soap bubbles floating down the water he assumed was having a bath

Malleus has also bathed in a river, so he doesn't find this too strange.

Remembering back fondly to when he was small and would sing, sometimes with Lilia should he be there, while he and Silver would play and bathe in the streams near the castle grounds.

And so Malleus sat at the base of the tree standing just out of sight of the water to allow for your privacy, and he began to sing.

It was a sweet and upbeat tune, accentuated by the rich and steady timbre of his voice. The words of the song were certainly not in any human tongue, and thus they remained unfamiliar to you as you sat, rinsing off.

You couldn’t see him, which meant he probably couldn't see you. So at least Malleus wasn't peeping.

Plus who wouldn't want to relax by the water while listening to their lover sing a lovely little song to them. All in all, quite a pleasant bath experience.

After you finish up and dress once more Malleus is happy to escort you home while talking about your day.

No Idia for this post, because well...I had no idea what to write for him to be honest. I know that the thought of bathing in a natural body of water can seem like a way to live out a fairytale, but as someone who likes nature alive and healthy i must politely ask that you do not do this in real life. If you do bathe in a river do not use shampoo or soaps while bathing in natural bodies of water. Soap can harm the fish and amphibians that live within fresh water ecosystems. Anyway I hope you enjoyed the post~

If you liked this post and want to see more from me feel free to send in a request or take a look at the previous wishes. See you soon~

Sincerely, Jupiter

[technofeudalism]

Declassified CIA Guide to Sabotaging Fascism Is Suddenly Viral

The World War II-era "Simple Sabotage Field Manual" is full of steps that office workers can take to resist leadership.

A declassified World War II-era government guide to “simple sabotage” is currently one of the most popular open source books on the internet. The book, called “Simple Sabotage Field Manual,” was declassified in 2008 by the CIA and “describes ways to train normal people to be purposefully annoying telephone operators, dysfunctional train conductors, befuddling middle managers, blundering factory workers, unruly movie theater patrons, and so on. In other words, teaching people to do their jobs badly.”  Over the last week, the guide has surged to become the 5th-most-accessed book on Project Gutenberg, an open source repository of free and public domain ebooks. It is also the fifth most popular ebook on the site over the last 30 days, having been accessed nearly 60,000 times over the last month (just behind Romeo and Juliet). 

Link to the Guide at Project Gutenberg can be found here

A Wikisource entry can be found here.

Mirrors can be found here, here, here, here and here.

[breelandwalker]

Gosh it would be a shame if this got even MORE visibility.

Whoops my cursor slipped.

[writingseaslugs]

Riddle | NSFW | Drabbles - Short king shows what he can do to a slightly taller reader, Riddle is angry you called him short so lets it show in his hip thrusts.

Oh look at that, it’s a dom Riddle who knows what he’s doing! Who would’ve thought. It’s a short little Drabble (like Riddle himself), I don’t even think it got to 300 words, but I only have seven minutes before I have to clock in at my job. So hope you guys enjoy your breakfast in the form of me sinning with writing another nsfw piece.

Disclaimer: This is an AU of Twisted Wonderland where all characters (minus Ortho) are 18+. If you’d like more information about the AU, please refer to the links below! This post contains NSFW content, if you are underaged or uncomfortable with, please click away! Content Warning: Height Difference, Top Riddle, Collars

Request Information | AU Information | Masterlist

Riddle Rosehearts: Not So Short At This Angle (NSFW)

In all honesty, you weren’t aware that calling Riddle short all the time would end you up in this position. You weren’t about to complain about it, but it was certainly unexpected as the collar around your neck bit down on your skin. Riddle’s hand pressed down on your back, making you arch it higher as you cried out at feeling his cock slipping between your legs.

“Have you reconsidered your earlier statement?” Riddle asked, grinding himself against you. You bit down on your lip as you looked over at Riddle with a slight glare. It was hard to see him at this angle and, in perspective, he was towering over you at the moment. In fact, this was probably the first time you had to ever look up at the man.

“Just because you have me bent over doesn’t mean you’re suddenly tall, you know.” You grumbled, then a gasp escaped your lips as you felt the head is his cock breach your entrance. You groaned at the sensation, raising your ass higher in hopes he’d just fuck you already. He was being a damn tease and it was driving you insane. He knew exactly what he was doing somehow. The thought itself was pretty hot, but you wondered if Riddle had ever done this in the past. Punishing people by fucking them. A curious thought that soon left as he finally pushed his dick inside of you.

Your hands grasped at the bed sheets as you felt his length inside of you. Note to self, he was certainly bigger than you had anticipated. You had yet to properly get a glimpse, but if feeling was anything to go by, then Riddle was a lucky man.

“Really? You look rather small in this position. Maybe I should keep you in it more often.” He said, snapping his hips to be flush against you. You moaned, loving the throb of his dick inside your warm walls. If this is what you got for making fun of his height, you’d be sure to do it more often. He grasped the collar of his signature spell, pulling your head up to look at him better.

“Nothing else to say?” He asked and you could hear the smirk on his voice.

“Fuck you.” You groaned out and he decided to do just that, pulling himself almost all the way out before snapping his hips back to you.

“If you insist.”

[hanafubukki]

I was thinking “Why does Malleus hide his tail?”

And then I couldn’t help but think, “Silver bit it, didn’t he?” 😆😂

Just imagine, Silver is playing with his toys and he gets hungry or maybe he’s even teething. He sees this swirling, pretty, shiny thing.

He’s mesmerized and he grabs it.

Malleus doesn’t do anything. After all, it’s not the first time Silver grabbed his tail before…that is until he feels something clamp down on his tail.

It takes everything in him not to thrash his tail against the floor to dislodge whatever bit him.

He turns around and right there is Silver, hugging his tail and knawing at him like he’s a chew toy.

The great prince of briar valley reduced to this.

When Lilia returns, he laughs at Malleus’ predicament and has to dodge lightning bolts. For all his pouting, Malleus never separated Silver from his tail.

[kasaneyt]

This is like so cute!!! I can already see this!

[alseras]

I can see this happening.

[jollybelieverwonderland]

[serenity-bitty]

[colormefurious]

[alseras]

Awww

[cxlemon]

𝕥𝕒𝕘, 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥.

✧ ft. yan!overblot!riddle rosehearts x reader

✧ fandom: twst┊genre: dark┊w/c: 3.2k┊format: fic

✧ content: f.afab!reader, dubcon, shameless smut, mean!dom riddle, semi-public sex (idk ya'll are doing it in a maze habkabkaw), mind break, finger fucking, implied degredation kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, choking, reader is sexually confused

— a/n. hi guys! here's another overblot!riddle fic commissioned by @nobu999 !! thank you so much bby for supporting me and i hope i did ur fic justice huehuehue

Your legs ache and your lungs have been working overtime. Fear is the only companion along the looming shadow that threatens to follow you. Each direction, each path—all of them are leaps of faith as you continue to gamble with your life as your bargaining chip. One wrong roll of the dice, it’s your head about to be served on a platter.

Adrenaline is the lifeline that shackles you to this nightmare. You hear a soft tune, a small melody—a tune that the grim reaper would sing at people’s death beds, a lullaby for those who will never wake up. Is a coffin comfortable enough to be your permanent bed? You shouldn't think of these thoughts as if death is the only ending meant for you, but you can’t help but prepare for the inevitable. 

You want to scream but you can’t, not unless you want to be found. Then again, your loud panicked pants, the grass that seem to echo your footprints, and the branches that serve as trail—all of them, even the work of nature, seem like they’re against you in this game of fate. 

Stories where you suddenly wake up in another world usually ends up with a happy ending, the main character doesn’t go through anymore suffering because the new world makes up for the time spent suffering. 

Why don’t you feel the same way?  Why are you still suffering? 

“Are you not tired, prefect?” 

The question draws out a shrill from your throat as you force your legs to run in the labyrinth you wish nothing more but to burn down. You don’t know where the hell you are—if you’re near the exit, if you’re near the entrance you came in, or if you’re lost in the middle of nowhere. The only thing you can think of is running away, hoping that it’ll save your life from the dorm leader’s wrath. 

You let the tears stream down your cheeks, your sobs growing in pitch as you continue to force your legs to run. The muscles cramp in your thighs, your feet must be covered by calluses in your shoes, and your cries are no longer heard by people who can save you. You wonder what the other students are doing. Have they contacted the headmaster? Have they informed the proper authorities? You don’t know; you can’t. 

Perhaps, it’s inevitable—and it is. Riddle offered to play a game. It would’ve been harmless if not for the fact the ink felt like smoke trying to suffocate and asphyxiate everyone. “Run,” He said, and run you did. 

Now, you’re forced into this predicament where you’re a mouse trapped in a puzzle being observed like a sick experiment researched by a deranged scientist. 

It doesn’t take long but your limbs finally give up and you collapse on the ground, the rough surface of the dirt scratching your knees and palms when the impact occurs. 

“You’re not good at this game, prefect.” Your eyes quickly flicker from the ground up to meet the dark crimson eyes of heartslabyul dorm leader. You want to scream again, shout at him and beg for your life but no noise falls out of your lips.

His hands, sticky with black corrupted ink, gently hold your cheeks against his palm. Every decibel you wanted to let out hitches at your throat, only creating a small whimper that puts a smile on his face.

“What’s wrong my dear?” He talks as if you can’t see the ominous glint in his eyes, talks like a caring lover that soothes you in your darkest moments. 

“Why?” You utter a single word that creates a manic grin on his features. 

“You fascinate me.” He hums as he continues to hold your face, his thumbs resting beneath your jaw. “I believe no one has caught my eye before unlike you have—I say, you’re almost perfect, almost.” Riddle plants a kiss on your cheek and you flinch pathetically. 

“What—” 

“You ask the silliest questions, prefect, ” Riddle cuts you off immediately as if he can read your mind. “I suppose a demonstration is needed in order for you to understand, hm?”

Once again, before you can question things—his fingers tap your mouth open and you blindly obey him. Two of his digits trespass your lips as Riddle shoves them inside, the digits play with your tongue and you can taste the bitter ink on his knuckles. 

Riddle can feel his own heartbeat quicken, like it's pumped up with too much caffeine or a drug that suspends all his inhibitions. He wishes you could see how you look right now, saliva drooling down your mouth along with the dark sticky liquid that coats his fingers. Your tears roll down your red cheeks but your display of suffering only amuses him.

“Use your tongue, prefect.” His voice is deep, guttural as he watches you lick his fingers like a dog getting a treat from her master. His pupils are blown-wide, completely dilated as he watches you in pure delight. 

The wet appendage is sloppy, almost shy against his skin but when it gradually moves along the pads of his fingers, Riddle is almost fascinated—his head running in the most obscene scenarios as your tongue continues to move against his digits. 

“You know, forgive me for asking but—” Riddle trails as he tilts his head to study you. “You seem so obedient.” There it is, the condescending tone he uses on incompetent students in his dorm. Yet the feeling of animosity stays dormant, as if he feels calm despite the abyss-like atmosphere that follows his entire physique, surrounding him as if it wants to engulf it in the hellish darkness that awaits. 

What unsettles you the most isn’t his shift in tone but your calm pulse—your heartbeat is steady. You accidentally bite his fingers in a moment of panic. You can’t tell if you’re lucky that he notices your distress, assuming that’s why he let your actions slide. He removes his fingers and he smiles—you fail to read what he’s thinking but you know he’s more than amused.

“Well?” Riddle encourages you to answer him. Not addressing his inquiry seems like the wrong choice.

“I don’t know,” You answer and it’s true, you don’t know anything about the situation but it definitely feels like the calm before the storm. Piecing the pieces together, isn’t the eye, the center of the storm, the calmest section of a hurricane that can turn cities into flooded streets? You’re not sure what to do with that information but it comforts you despite the situation. 

Riddle doesn’t seem disappointed and instead, he beckons you to stand up. He tilts his head again and you bite the insides of your cheeks, ashamed of yourself that you understand the implications of his command. Slowly but surely, you rid yourself of your clothes—unbuttoning your uniform and removing your slacks.

His eyes never leave your form, as if he takes in your entire physique as a piece of intricate art, a painting whose meaning is left unknown by its creators. Unbeknownst to you, he swallows trying to contain the growing appetite—a hunger that you can only satiate. Well, Riddle is particularly known to have a sweet tooth, how can he stop himself from indulging in a sweet little thing like you?

“You’re shaking like a leaf, my dear.” Riddle laughs; it's boisterous, loud, and cruel as he ridicules you with his mere gaze. “I figured you’d put up more of a fight, be that little rebel you are. I was more than willing to put you back in line, but this—oh this… it’s a rather pleasant sight.”

Shame sits in your stomach but your flushed reactions only spur him further. His hand suddenly grips your wrists as he tugs you towards his direction. The momentum allows Riddle to hold you closely, pressing your bodies together and letting the ink brand your skin. 

His lips hit yours and it’s surprisingly gentle, a bit too calculated and it has you melting in his embrace. But, the kiss is nothing but innocent. It’s sloppy, lewd—the kiss feels like he’s eating you alive, taking your ability to breathe as he sucks on your tongue whilst the appendage searches every crevice of your mouth. When you pull away, a string of saliva connects you. You’re panting, out of breath and clenching around nothing. 

The break doesn’t last long and his mouth latches on your neck, his teeth sink in your flesh as if his goal was to break the skin and draw blood. His hands scramble and hold every patch of your body he can touch. Every physical contact is searing, drawing out litanies of moans as he continues to mark your neck, down to your chest, and eventually, his teeth are grazing your nipples, stimulating the areolas. 

“Look at you, you’re falling apart and I’ve barely even touched you.” Being demeaned, all putty in his hands, stirs up emotions that you're sure you shouldn't feel. "Do you really not know why you instinctively want to please me? Or should I believe that you're simply a common harlot unable to contain herself?" 

Your molars grind themselves together in frustration. You couldn't deny the accusations. For heaven's sake, the man in front of you is quite literally on the verge of death, dwelling in the lands of insanity and he's here acting like a serpent so Eve can finally have a taste of the forbidden fruit. 

You stay silent, letting your body lean towards his touch and let the action speak for themselves. You let yourself fall into the rabbit hole he dug for the both of you as your eyes, formerly reflecting fear, glint with lustful greed and desire. 

Silence emerges when no words are exchanged except for your desperate breathing when Riddle removes the rest of your clothing. The blades of the grass scratch your back whilst your calves sit on his shoulders. The dorm leader leaves trails of kisses on your inner thighs before he gives your clit a quick peck. 

"You're rather quiet. I don't mind hearing you whine like a dog in heat but I am curious as to why you refuse to speak. Are you embarrassed?" You're trying to lose yourself in the pleasure, to enjoy it as a blissful dream instead of the nightmare it truly is. But it seems Riddle isn't kind enough to let you get away with your pride intact. 

"What do you e-even want me to say? " You stutter as he inserts two fingers into your sopping cunt, your body immediately welcoming the intrusion as you arch towards him for more. 

"Am I pleasing you well?" His fingers scissor inside you and Riddle can feel how hot it is inside, your walls twitching and clamping around his digits

"You, hah, are—is that what you, hng, want to hear?" You struggle to make the sentence coherent because the way he thrusts his fingers inside is making your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

"Yes, but that's not enough I’m afraid.” He leans down and his tongue flicks the hood of your clit. Your hands scramble and grip the grass, tugging them off from their roots. 

You taste absolutely divine. It’s been a sick fantasy of his when he first met you, how you’d feel like, how you’d scream under his hold—now that he’s able to do that, he can’t tell how long he can play nice under he has you writhing, all spent. 

“Good—it feels good!” You say in fear that he’ll suddenly stop. 

It’s been so long since you’ve been touched properly, been too long since you’ve taken care of the accumulated stress you’ve garnered in this world. Never would you ever think that Riddle will be the one taking care of your needs, waking your dormant sexual desires. Is it sin to enjoy his touch? Perhaps, especially when your former self laments on your clouded pupils.

“More,” He coldly replies, clearly unsatisfied with your begging and wanting to hear more.

Your hips grind both on his tongue and his fingers, chasing your release as your tongue lulls out of your mouth. The red-head harshly sucks on your clit and your cunt greedily swallows his fingers. 

“Want to cum, please, Riddle. Your fingers feel so good, you’re going to make me cum.” You’re babbling praises, throwing what’s left of your pride as long as it pleases him. 

Riddle smiles, a bit happy that you followed through with his request but he chooses to be mean, withholding your orgasm as he decides you’ll be cumming around his cock only. 

“I don’t think you deserve it,” Riddle says as he swiftly pulls his fingers out of you. 

Your juices obscenely coat his fingers and he licks them off, sucking off  each digit loudly  with a deep groan—it’s quite the sight, seeing the fearsome dorm leader in his most dangerous state crumbling at the taste of your cunt. 

Disappointment is etched on your face which makes him grin wider. Something about seeing you like this excites him, a twisted desire of subduing your unruly, turbulent side and molding it into a compliant fool for his beck and call thrills him. It seems your resolve is more fragile that he first assessed it to be—that makes things easier for him to manage.

Riddle dislikes haphazard things: places, objects, including people.

“On your knees, lest you want to lose your head.” The feeling of dread flickers in your eyes as anxiety wraps around your brain like a pesky parasite. However, despite his threat, it’s not fear that makes you obey his words. The increasing need to be filled, to be touched, is messing with your line of thought, nay, it’s the only thought left in your head.

You don’t need to be told twice to finish what you started and you help him undress; the ink is still a hindrance for you to enjoy it fully. 

The scent is strong and you can already taste the salty pre-cum pearling at the head of his cock. You open your mouth and guide the tip past your lips. The head is heavy against your tongue but your body continues to betray you; your hand caters to the rest of his cock your mouth is unable to accommodate. 

“Aren’t you eager?” Riddle quips as he pets your head, debasing you as if you were nothing but a dog that would wag its tail for its master. You give him a glare but it only makes his cock ache for you more. 

Your pace is slow, trying your best to speed up the process but his cock barely fits in your mouth. Your jaw is already aching and Riddle is getting more and more impatient. The remainder of his self-control breaks and his hand grabs a lock of your hair, thrusting into your mouth.

The feeling of your teeth grazing the underside of his cock is heavenly. Your glossy eyes are on the verge of spilling its tears as you helpless choke on his cock. The sight is shameful, pornographic—one that he’ll imbed in his brain and jerk off to during lonely nights. 

Riddle grits his teeth in frustration. It’s so easy to ruin you for anyone else—have you, keep you, and lock you up if he wants to. The thought of someone seeing this has him seeing red, and he swears he might just tear apart the poor chap that lays its hands on you. 

You want to be upset, scream at him but you can feel yourself—you can feel how wet you are and how you’re itching to have the dick lodged in your throat, split you open. 

When he comes, he shoves your face against his pelvic bone and your nose touches his skin. You choke from the sudden asphyxiation and the sticky cum running down your esophagus. 

“Swallow,” He commands like the little tyrant he is—what else does he expect you to do when he gives you no choice but? 

He finally lets go of your hair and you’re naught but a mess. Your hair is everywhere, strands all in disarray, sweat and tears drip down your flushed cheeks, your upper body is littered with the marks he gave you, and the dark ink decorates your body. 

“Do you want to cum?” He tilts his head, still patronizing you. 

“Yes.” You nod, breathing heavily. “Please.” 

How can he say no to that when you’re pleading oh-so desperately? 

The red-head beckons you towards him as he caresses your cheek with one hand. The touch is gentle, as if you’ve been lovers before this entire charade has begun. When your lips meet, you moan, wrapping your arms around him willingly and letting him pin you to the ground. 

His hands wander to move your legs apart and you help him by wrapping your legs around him. 

Riddle knows there’s not a thought behind those eyes of yours as he watches you succumb to your carnal desires, drool dripping down your chin as your hips search for the next thrust he’ll give you. Aligning himself at your entrance, he leaves a kiss on your collarbone before inching his way inside.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Running on primitive instincts, he wants nothing more than to pounce on you and just claim you like an uncivilized animal. He’s practically stopping himself salivating at the feeling of your velvet walls hugging his shaft tightly. 

“I’ve been taught to handle women with care.” His tone is chilling, ominous as if there’s a cruel inside joke only he can understand. He seems unfazed while you’re sprawled on the ground, vulnerable and submissive for a bit of cock. 

But you beg to differ. Riddle has never been a calm individual. When his patience wears thin, he acts out in anger—like a child throwing a tantrum. The red-head pulls out, only to slam back in, the action causing your toes to curl and drawing out a shrill of his name.

His shaft is situated deep inside you and you can feel every ridge and vein of his twitching length. It’s almost addicting and every drive of his hips is filling your head with only thoughts of him. The stretch is too good, he feels too good. Your mind is going blank and being edged prior to this is driving you mad. 

“You look like you’ve been starved of pleasure, darling.” Riddle grins at you as he presses his thumb on your clit, groaning when your cunt grips his dick so tightly as it’s begging to be bred. Every wet withdrawal of his hips creates a squelching sound reminding how much your pussy is enjoying the rough stimulation. Riddle’s soft groans aren't helping either—the fact the normally composed, strict dorm leader is here losing himself because of your wet crevice sets your nerves on fire.  

“Mother is right,” He grunts as he continues to bully his cock into your cunt. “Humans are very flicker creatures—deciding they’re this today and then another tomorrow.” His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer and indulging himself with your body and heat. “Will you deny how you begged me to ruin you once we’re done?” You feel his tongue lick the shell of your ear. “Will you pretend nothing has ever happened? I wonder, prefect.” 

The coil in your stomach twists as your back arches towards him. His grip is bruising, hands pinning you by your waist. “Ahn~ C-cumming! Riddle~!”  Riddle groans, huffing indignantly as he pounds into you deeper. 

“Ah-ah, sit still. I’m not quite done yet with you, prefect. You wanted release, didn't you? Let’s count how many you can take before you pass out”

[groundzerosgirlfriend]

Breaking the Rules.

If anyone ever caught him like this, he doesn't think he'd ever be able to recover. The sound of footsteps wandering a little too close to one of the many abandoned classrooms at the infamous Night Raven College made the hairs on his skin stand up straight with fear, and his soft, labored breathing ceased entirely for a few moments. He'd probably prefer if the ground magically opened up and swallowed him whole, wiping him completely off the face of the world entirely, then to ever be exposed in such a public and lewd demeanor.

It's unbecoming of a young man like himself to be treated in such a humiliating manner. The position he held at Night Raven College was supposed to set him apart from the other 'stragglers' and 'peasants' on campus. It was supposed to show his competence to lead his dorm, his dignity, and his grace. It was all he knew, as he had sacrificed his entire youth for it. An overbearing childhood stuck at a wooden desk and an uncomfortable chair in his designated room, loveless and aggressive words from a guardian who already had his future planned out for him, a lack of physical affection that he now yearns for, and a myriad of sleepless nights and tired mornings staring at the fine print of thousands of textbooks have sculpted him into who he is.

Yet, his current display was significantly less than dignifying. It destroyed and demolished the entire image he had been creating and perfecting over the past 17 years. Instead, portraying how pathetic and touch-starved he truly was, for the smallest scraps of affection and approval, when he had accepted a handjob from the infamous NRC prefect fighting against overblots left and right ever since they had landed themselves in this mystical world.

Though handjob wasn't truly the correct term to describe this scene, Instead, it was more you holding your fist open and him humping pitifully through the hole in your hand as you occasionally squeezed down on him; his back leaned into your chest as you leaned against the wall of the empty classroom. Through the midst of his foggy and melted mind, he heard your soft coos towards him, your soft kisses pressing down his cervical vertebrae (boom, nursing major!).

His body felt hot, way warmer than it usually was in his uniform. He wanted nothing more than to claw his way out of yours and his clothes, craving skin-to-skin contact with you. Yet, all he is given is a hushed whisper as soon as he attempts to speak through choked groans.

"Shhh...just feel my dear. Don't speak. Don't want anyone to see you like this do we." Crooning gently in his ear as you blow streams of cool air on his lobes.

The words are caught in a lump in his throat as his mind screams at him to tell you what he wanted—no needed in this moment. Yet he can't. His tongue is heavy, and his sentences fall flat as he tries not to tear up from how good you're making him feel. This sort of pleasure was unknown to him; doing such a thing in his mother's house was taboo of the greatest extent and would surely end in her screeching at him, just as she does whenever he does something she does not approve of, and though he had knowledge of the reproduction system in high detail thanks to the numerous textbooks, nothing could have prepared him for the prickly feeling running through his veins and the gentle cramping of his balls as he tries to figure out what exactly is happening to him and why he does not want it to stop.

Your hand clutches down gingerly once more for a mere moment, still not entirely wrapped around him as he desperately fights the urge to ask you to do more, not wanting to sound greedy or ungrateful for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity you've given him despite the whereabouts. So, he simply grits his teeth and looks down in shame, quickly noticing the generous amounts of slick wetness now slathering your hand and his dick from his pre-cum alone, embarrassed to be this aroused by such a simple act.

He grimaces internally at the scene but is quickly caught off guard as he suddenly does less of the humping and your hand grips around him entirely, and your ministrations become much heartier as you move back and forth quickly, causing a huge spike in the pleasure he was feeling and bringing back the returning tightness in balls that now lingers in his stomach as well.

This time he has no choice but to speak, the hastened pace throwing him head-first into something he has never been accustomed to, with his words slurred and stuttered as he tries to assemble a coherent sentence. "W-wait..to much..f-feels-."

Yet, his words fly right past your ears and are cut even shorter as you take pleasure in his uncomposed state, his jaw slacks, and as his nails dig into your thighs for comfort and grounding, his uniform more wrinkled than it has ever been since you've met. As he babbles incoherent words drowned out by a wretched whimper, your hand is coated in runny dribbles of whitish-translucent cum as tears prick his eyes as heaves and pants his body, shivering from sensitivity alone.

Suddenly his face blooms into a beautiful shade of red similar to the as the roses he forces all the students, misbehaving or well-behaved alike, to paint continuously every week as followers under the Queen of Hearts, an intense shiver running through his entire vertebrae until it ends at the coccyx, as time seemingly slows down as you push your cream-covered fingers in your mouth, a 'pop' reverberating from your lips.

He sighs shakily, as he composes himself, ready to speak a phrase of how disgusting and unappealing such a thing is, but before he can, you knock the wind out of his lungs, just like everything else you do.

"You taste sweet. Keeping eating all of those tarts." He buries his face in hands, as you giggle, knowing that you owe Ms. Rosehearts a sincere handwritten apology along with chocolates and wine for corrupting her son to a point of no return, because now he's addicted to you in all the wrong (right) ways.

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Yandere Riddle Roseheart x Reader

Someone had an ask about Twisted Wonderland that I accidently deleted 

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Could I please request house wardens catching they're s/o threwing up overblot ink and they're just like 'It's fine' but the ink is slowly taking over and tearing apart their insides? Like, they're not overbloting cuz they're magicless but when they fought off the house wardens, the blot got into their system, and it's not pretty.

Housewarden catching their s/o throwing up blot ink

Riddle Rosehearts

It happened after the fight. After the dust settled, the roses stopped bleeding, and Riddle returned to himself,confused, breathless, horrified.

You were the first to run to him, ignoring the warnings, the lingering sparks of magic still fizzing in the air. You had touched his face, still streaked with blot, and smiled shakily.

“It’s over,” you whispered. “You’re okay now.”

But he hadn’t noticed your hands trembling. He hadn’t seen the ink beneath your fingernails.

The first time you coughed up ink, it was just a droplet. Small. Easy to hide. You wiped it with your sleeve, heart hammering. You told yourself it was a fluke.

Then came the second time. The third.

You started avoiding mirrors because you didn’t want to see the veins blackening faintly beneath your skin.

The corruption wasn’t magical,it couldn’t be. You were magicless. That was the rule. You couldn’t overblot. You shouldn’t be able to.

But maybe… maybe the rules didn’t apply to whatever the blot had become inside you.

And then, one day, Riddle walked into your shared study and found you hunched over the wastebasket, coughing violently.

“Y/N—?” His voice pitched up in panic. He was at your side in seconds, kneeling, grabbing your shoulders,only to freeze as he saw what you’d expelled.

Thick, black ink. Unmistakable.

It clung to your lips. Coated your hand. Pooled at your knees like tar.

You looked up at him with a pale smile. “It’s… fine.”

His heart stopped. “No. No, it isn’t.” His voice was shaking. “You’re not a mage, you—this shouldn't even be possible !”

You tried to stand, but your legs gave out, a fresh stream of ink spilling from your lips. It hissed faintly as it hit the floor, like it was alive.

Riddle caught you before you collapsed, his gloves smearing against the substance as he cradled you. His hands were trembling.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered, his voice cracking. “How long?”

“Since the fight,” you mumbled, barely conscious. “I thought it would pass. I'm not like you… I didn’t think it could overtake me…”

“You’re not overblotting,” he said in disbelief, eyes wide as he looked at your body. “But it’s inside you. It’s killing you.”

You gave a weak laugh. “Guess I'm breaking a few rules, huh?”

He didn’t laugh.

“Don’t joke,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours. “You didn’t break rules. I did. And you’re paying the price.”

Tears welled in his eyes.

“I won’t let this stand. I won’t lose you. Even if I have to rewrite the rules of magic itself.”

And for the first time in a long while, Riddle Rosehearts broke a rule,he left your side only to begin researching forbidden magics, his pristine record forgotten.

Because if the system allowed this… then it didn’t deserve his obedience.

Leona Kingscholar

He finds you behind the botanical garden, hunched over, your hand pressed against your mouth as thick, viscous ink drips through your fingers.

You don’t hear him at first.

You’re too busy trying not to throw up again, trying to breathe, trying to pretend this isn’t as bad as it feels.

But Leona sees. And he freezes.

“…What the hell.”

His voice is low, almost too quiet. Not angry. Not yet. Just… stunned.

You turn your head slightly, weakly, forcing a smile that looks more like a grimace. “Hey…”

His eyes narrow at the blot staining your lips and chin.

“What is that?”

You try to wipe it away. “It’s just… a little leftover blot. From the fights. I guess it got in me somehow—”

“You guess?” He cuts you off, but there’s no venom in it. Just a sharp edge of disbelief. “You’re throwing it up.”

You glance away, embarrassed. “I didn’t think it’d get this bad.”

Leona steps forward, slowly. His expression isn’t scowling or pissed—it’s something worse.

Worried.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want you to worry. You’ve already got enough going on.”

A long silence stretches between you.

Then, softly,so softly it almost doesn’t sound like him,he mutters, “Don’t do that.”

You blink up at him. “Do what?”

“Decide for me.” He looks at you now, and there’s a tightness in his voice that pulls something deep in your chest. “If you’re hurting—especially because of me—I want to know. You don’t get to protect me by putting yourself through hell.”

You try to make a joke, to lighten the moment. “Wow. That sounded dangerously close to sentiment.”

But he doesn’t smile. He just exhales and crouches in front of you, eye-level now.

“You look like your insides are fucking breaking apart.”

“…They might be.”

He tenses, jaw clenching, but he doesn’t lash out. He just reaches out and rests his hand behind your back, steadying you as you tremble.

“You’re magicless. You shouldn't even be able to survive it.” His voice is low, rough. His grip on you tightens slightly,anger, panic, frustration, all twisted into his jaw. “Do you have any idea what this’ll do to you?”

You manage a laugh. “Think I’m finding out.”

His ears flatten. His tail lashes behind him. But his hands don’t leave you.

“I’m taking you to someone who can help,” he says, his voice firm but careful. “You don’t argue. You don’t pretend. You let me take care of it this time.”

You’re too tired to fight. You lean into him, and he lifts you without complaint, one arm around your shoulders, the other under your knees.

His brow stays furrowed the entire time.

He doesn’t say much else. But the way he holds you,secure, protective, just a little too tight,says enough.

And just before you slip into unconsciousness, you hear him murmur something into your hair.

“You saved my damn life. So don’t think I’m letting you throw yours away.”

Azul Ashengrotto

He thought it was a joke at first.

You were always trying to hide things from him, especially when it came to your injuries. You were proud, and he admired that,even if it made him worry. But when he caught you stumbling out of the Mostro Lounge’s back hallway, one hand gripping the wall, the other pressed against your lips, he didn’t smile.

Then you collapsed to your knees.

And the ink came spilling out.

Thick, black, vile. It hit the floor in splatters, sticky and alive, like it didn’t want to leave your body. Your back arched with the force of it, and you coughed so hard it sounded like something inside you cracked.

Azul dropped the clipboard he’d been holding.

His shoes echoed across the polished floor as he rushed to you, faster than he’d ever let himself move in public. “Y/N—!”

You waved a shaky hand, still hunched over. “It’s okay, it’s just—just a little blot..”

“That,”kneeled beside you, “is not a little blot!”

You were tired. Your eyes were glassy. And the ink,gods, the ink was boiling. Like it was trying to crawl its way back down your throat.

He tried to reach for you, but paused, hesitating. What if touching you made it worse? What if his magic triggered something else?

You noticed. Even through the haze, you gave him a soft, crooked smile. “Don’t look so scared… I’m magicless, remember? I can’t overblot.”

“You don’t need magic to be consumed by it,” he snapped, voice cracking. “You were exposed. Weren’t you? During the fights—against me—”

“…Yeah.”

He closed his eyes for just a moment. His chest hurt.

“How long?”

You hesitated.

“How long, Y/N?”

“…Two weeks.”

Azul’s hands trembled, just slightly. He never trembled.

“I could’ve helped you,” he whispered.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

A bitter, strangled sound left his throat,something between a scoff and a gasp.

“You think I’d care about appearances when you’re dying in front of me?”

You leaned into him, your strength fading fast. He caught you this time, arms curling around your form as the ink soaked into his sleeves. He didn’t flinch.

“Stay with me,” he said softly, his voice lower than it had ever been. “I don’t care what it takes. I’ll find a way. I don’t need a contract. I don’t need payment. I just—"

He cut himself off.

Held you tighter.

Pressed his forehead to yours, eyes wide and shining.

“…Please,” he breathed. “Don’t leave me alone again.”

You managed to whisper his name before everything went dark.

And Azul stayed there, holding you, ink pooling around him like a curse he couldn’t bargain his way out of.

Kalim Al Asim

You didn’t want him to see it.

You’d been hiding it for days, shivers, the way you sometimes gripped your stomach like something was tearing through you. You kept smiling, waving off his concern, calling it a cold, stress, anything to keep his eyes off the truth.

But Kalim was nothing if not persistent.

He followed you when you left the party early, weaving through the celebration in Scarabia with apologies and excuses. You’d said you needed air. But he found you behind the dorm, bent over and gasping, your hand trembling as it caught the wall to steady yourself.

“Y/N?” His voice was light at first. Confused.

You turned to him too late.

The ink was already pouring from your mouth.

Thick, black, and writhing,like it was fighting to stay inside. It hit the sand like tar, steaming in the desert air. Kalim froze. His breath caught in his throat.

“Y/N?!”

You coughed again, nearly collapsing, but he caught you just before you hit the ground. His hands were on your shoulders, then your back, his jewelry clinking as he tried to support you.

“I—I’m fine—” you gasped, barely able to lift your head.

“No, no you’re not! That’s blot! That’s overblot ink, what—what’s happening?!”

You looked up at him with eyes too tired to lie. “It got in me. During the fight..with Jamil..”

Kalim blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Then he shook his head, violently. “No. No, no, no—that’s impossible, you’re not even a mage, you can’t—”

“I know. I can’t overblot.” You gave a hollow laugh that turned into a rasping cough. “But it’s inside me. It’s still killing me, just… slower.”

You expected panic. You expected fear.

What you didn’t expect was Kalim to wrap his arms around you and hold on like he’d drown without you.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered into your shoulder, voice shaking. “I didn’t know. I should’ve known. I—”

“It’s not your fault—”

“It is,” he said, louder now. “It is, because I would’ve never let you near him if I knew this could happen! I would’ve protected you-I would’ve done something—!”

You coughed again, ink dribbling past your lips. Kalim wiped it away with a shaking thumb.

“…Why didn’t you tell me?”

You couldn’t answer. Not with the way the pain twisted inside you.

But your silence said enough.

Kalim pressed his forehead against yours, holding you close even as the ink stained his white and gold sleeves.

“I’m going to fix this,” he whispered. “I don’t care how long it takes, or what I have to give up. You’re my light, Y/N. And I won’t let you go out.”

He pulled you closer still.

Kalim Al-Asim felt helpless in the face of something he couldn’t fix with love alone.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil had always prided himself on control.

Poise. Discipline. Perfection. His life was a routine of polished movements, carefully chosen words, and flawless performances. Emotions were something to be harnessed, not shown. Mess was something to be cleaned up not lived through.

And yet.

He found you doubled over in the pristine bathroom of Pomefiore, retching up a substance that didn’t belong in any world where things made sense.

It was black. Viscous. Blot.

It clung to your mouth like tar, trailing in thin strings from your lips as you spat the rest into the sink. Your hands were shaking, gripping the edges of the porcelain like you might fall apart if you let go.

Vil stopped in the doorway. Time seemed to catch its breath.

“…Y/N?”

Your eyes flicked to him through the mirror.Hollow.

“…Hey,” you said hoarsely. “You’re not supposed to be back yet.”

He didn’t respond. He walked forward, slowly, carefully,as if any sudden move would break you entirely. His reflection stood beside yours, immaculate as always, but you,you looked like death.

“I told you I was fine,” you whispered, voice cracking.

Vil reached for your chin, tilting your face toward his with the gentlest touch he’d ever given anyone. His hand didn’t shake but his breath did.

“That,” he said coolly, “is not fine.”

You tried to smile, but it slipped before it even formed. “It’s… from the SDC. I didn’t notice at first. But the ink,it’s been in me since then.”

His eyes flickered, sharp and calculating, but you could see the fracture behind them.

“You knew,” he said, voice dangerously low. “And you kept it from me.”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

Vil laughed,humorless, bitter. “You didn’t want to worry me? Y/N, you are coughing up blot. That’s not a worry, it’s a nightmare.”

You tried to sit up straighter, but the movement sent a violent spasm through your chest, and more ink spilled out of you. Vil caught you as you crumpled, holding you upright against him, not caring that the blot was staining his gloves, his robe,him.

“I didn’t think it’d get this bad,” you admitted, voice trembling. “I thought it would go away.”

“Things like this don’t just go away,” he snapped, but his arms were steady around you. “It festers. It spreads. And now—” He cut himself off. His breath hitched.

And then softer, almost pleading: “Why didn’t you let me help you?”

You looked up at him, tears burning at the corners of your eyes. “Because I knew you'd look at me like this. Like I’m broken. Like I ruined something.”

His expression shattered.

“I don’t care if it’s broken,” he said, voice thick. “We fix broken things. We heal them. But I can’t do that if you keep hiding it.”

You tried to protest, but he pulled you closer.

“From this moment on,” he murmured, voice fierce and low, “you are not hiding another thing from me. Not your pain. Not your fear. Nothing.”

“…Okay,” you whispered.

He brushed the hair from your face, cradling you like something fragile, precious. For once, he didn’t care about his appearance, or who might see him kneeling on the bathroom floor, covered in ink. All he cared about was keeping you here.

Alive. Safe.

His.

“You are not dying from this,” Vil said, not a hope but a command. “I won’t allow it.”

Idia Shroud

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

You’d promised. You told him it was just a scratch,that when the fight was over, you’d be fine. He’d seen you tired, bruised but still standing. Still smiling.

So why were you now curled up on the floor of his room in Ignihyde, your back pressed to the side of his bed, trembling as you violently coughed up black blot like your lungs were trying to reject your own insides?

“Wh-What the hell?!” Idia dropped the tablet in his hands. The clatter echoed too loud in the silence.

You wiped at your mouth, slowly turning your head to look at him with dull, glassy eyes. “It’s fine,” you muttered. “It’s just… leftover. From the overblot. I must’ve absorbed some of it.”

“‘Just’—??” Idia’s voice cracked, his hair flaring in jagged bursts. “That’s blot, Y/N. Not a nosebleed. Not a cold. That’s corrupted magic and pure suffering in liquid form!”

You tried to stand, but your legs gave out, and Idia was at your side before you hit the ground.

His hands hovered, twitching nervously. “Okay. Okayokayokay. This is—this is fine. Not fine fine, obviously, this is nightmare fuel tier, but like—okay, okay, I can fix this. Maybe.”

You leaned against him, breathing shallow. “Idia…”

“No. Don’t ‘Idia’ me right now,” he said, breath quick. “Why didn’t you say something?! I have monitoring programs—scans—serums—okay, mostly for Ortho, but still. I could’ve done something..!”

You rested your head on his shoulder. “Didn’t want to bother you.”

He froze.

“…Bother me?” he repeated in a whisper. “You really think you’d ever be a bother?”

Your silence said it all.

His voice cracked. “You’re the only person who makes this dumb room feel like something more than a digital grave. You show up, and suddenly it’s like I’m not just a spooky background character anymore. You make me feel like I matter. And you thought this wasn’t important enough to tell me?”

You didn’t mean to cry. You hadn’t even noticed it until the ink mixed with tears on your cheeks.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

He pulled you into his chest not with elegance, not with a dramatic speech, but with desperation. “I see you,” he whispered. “Not the ink. Not the breaking down part. Just… you.”

His fingers curled into your shirt as his voice went quiet.

“…I’m scared.”

“Me too,” you admitted.

He nodded, shakily. “Then we’re scared together.”

He adjusted your weight against him, wrapping his arms around you tighter,awkward, too warm, a little sweaty, but real.

“You’re not allowed to die,” he muttered. “I didn’t install a save point. Don’t make me invent necromancy.”

You gave a tiny, painful laugh.

And for once, it didn’t sound like a game anymore.

Malleus Draconia

The storm was still raging when you stumbled through the doors of Diasomnia.

Lightning cracked above the towers, thunder rolling across the moors, but the sound of it couldn’t drown out your gasps or the slick, wet sound of black ink splattering onto the cold floor beneath your feet.

You barely made it three steps before you collapsed to your knees, one hand bracing yourself while the other gripped your stomach. It felt like fire. Like something inside you was trying to rot its way out.

And then—

“Y/N.”

Malleus’ voice.

He appeared beside you in the blink of an eye, his presence nearly making the air vibrate with how quickly his magic reacted to your pain.

You looked up, vision swimming, lips trembling. “I—I’m fine.”

You weren’t.

You were coughing up tar-black blot like your lungs were lined with it, like your very soul had been stained by it. No magical signature, no spell. Just residue,something left behind after fighting too many overblots made of sorrow and rage.

Malleus knelt in front of you, his hands hovering at first, not daring to touch until you looked at him and gave the smallest nod.

The moment you did, he reached out and pulled you close, cradling you as if your body were made of glass.

“You’re not fine,” he said, voice lower than usual. There was a storm brewing inside him now, too. You could feel it.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” you whispered, breath hitching. “I didn’t want you to worry.”

Malleus’ grip tightened slightly, his forehead resting against yours.

“I am always worried,” he murmured. “But I would rather be frightened by your truth than soothed by your silence.”

You flinched as another wave of pain struck, your spine arching as you coughed up more of the ink. It burned your throat. It felt like it was eating you alive.

And still—still—you clutched at his sleeve, as if asking him not to leave.

“I’m here,” he whispered immediately. “I will not leave. Not now. Not ever.”

You barely noticed the flickering green glow wrapping around you until you felt it seep into your bones. Gentle, ancient magic,dragged from deep within Malleus himself. Not offensive, not protective. Restorative.

But it didn’t work.

Not completely.

Because the blot wasn’t a spell. It wasn’t something that could be undone by fae power or reversed by time-honored rites. It was corruption,infectious,cruel and it was already far too deep inside.

Still, he tried.

He kept one hand against your chest, the other against your cheek, murmuring in an old tongue that only the fae still remembered. His words weren’t spells,they were promises.

The ink didn’t vanish, but it slowed. Your shaking eased. The agony remained, but Malleus' magic acted like a shield,like a steady breath amid the smoke.

“I failed you,” you whispered weakly. “I should’ve been stronger.”

He shook his head, his voice tight. “No. You were braver than I ever deserved. You fought battles we could not see. You bore a weight alone that should have crushed you and still, you stood.”

A long pause. Then:

“You were never meant to burn alone.”

He pressed his forehead to yours again, his next words barely audible:

“If this ink dares to take you from me… then I shall walk into the dark and bring you back myself.”

You shuddered, tears slipping free at last.

You didn’t want to die.

And under Malleus’ trembling hands, you felt the same truth written in his every touch:

He would not let you.

English is not my first language !

[alseras]

This is so raw I love it.

[twistedwishingwell]

hi, is it okay to ask for headcannons with everyone dealing with a horror game/movie protagonist! mc/reader who solves her problems with her fists, like reader already dealt with zombies, evil murder robots, demons, etc and when she saw overblots she just thinks "ah shit, here we go again" sorry if it's weird, i saw the trailer for a movie called willy's wonderland, thought it was hilarious and brilliant.

Honestly, I haven’t seen anything about Willy’s Wonderland but honestly is sounds fascinating. I hope this lives up to your expectations and was worth the wait! 

Heartslabyul 

Ace Trappola: He is also included to solve his issues with his fist if he can help it, so he is more than happy to let you go at it. Just cheers from the sideline like “Yeah you go bitch” before sitting on the grass and waiting for the fight to be over. 

Deuce Spade: He is so panicked and worried. He is good with his fists too and it is the way he is best at solving issues... but it isn’t very honor student of you to go at Riddle with a baseball bat even if he kind of deserves it and the overblot is super scary. Eventually gives up on trying to break your habit with the third blot and just sits with Ace on the ground. 

Cater Diamond: Is taking pictures the whole time and coming up with cheesy hashtags like #IRLHorrorMovieHeroine and #NotAllHerosHaveCapesButTheyDoHaveBats. Honestly feels so honored to know you even if you also scare him and he hopes he never overblots and has to deal with you. 

Trey Clover: At first he was ready to step in between you and Riddle because a bat was not going to get Riddle out of overblot. Everyone was trying to save him not kill him. But after getting blown back Trey didn’t have much of a choice. But against all odds you had managed to knock sense into him literally so... yay? 

Riddle Rosehearts: He didn’t remember much about when you dealt with his blot personally. Though he did have the sinking feeling to not let you near the croquet mallets if it could be helped. It wasn’t until he saw Cater’s photos and he watched you deal with Leona’s overblot he suddenly figured out what everyone was going on about. Low key terrified of you but respects your trauma response. 

Savanahclaw 

Jack Howl: Didn’t have the slightest idea what you were like or how feral you could get until he watched you grab a bat and start whaling on Leona. You were normally so chill, but something about the overblot seemed to kick in your fight or flight and he just felt his ears drop in mild fear as you went ham. Did not get better the second time around with Azul. 

Ruggie Bucchi: At the moment he gets you not holding back, sometimes life is fight or die and that is that. He grew up in the slums he gets it. But after the fact, he might whine that you could have gone a little easier than Leona. He was just having a magical mental meltdown. He wasn’t going to end humanity. Still, he is glad you stopped him from getting turned to dust. 

Leona Kingscholar: Again doesn't remember his blot but he will never forget Azul’s as you just launched yourself in the air with a baseball and start trying to beat the shit out of the octo-mer. Is low-key terrified of you since you remind him of the women back in the Afterglow Savanah. You say the word and he is going to do it from now on, no questions asked. He does not want to be on your bad side or the other end of your bat. 

Octavinelle

Floyd Leech: He is so amused and entertained by what he watched go down, even if it was Azul getting the beat down. Is laughing like a maniac as he watches you go to town. Wants to know how you learned to fight like that and all about where you were from after he learned about how crazy it was there. The novelty did not wear off the second time around with Jamil. Probably wants to fight you now. 

Jade Leech: Similar to Floyd but less hyper about it. Mostly just listens to your story as he carefully slots you under people he does not want to get on the bad side of. Mostly no reaction. 

Azul Ashengrotto: When he asked why he felt like absolute crap after snapping out of it he thought the answer would be emotional trauma not that he got the shit beat out of him by the perfect from ramshackle. Partly thought that Jade and Floyd were just messing with him until he watched the same thing happen to Jamil. Now he is obnoxiously nice to you because he does not want to be on the other side of that bat again. 

Scarabia 

Kalim Al-Asim: Was an absolute sobbing mess when you tried to go after Jamil with your trusty bat. He didn’t want you to hurt Jamil. He just wanted his childhood friend back and to stop suffering. Has to be held back by the twins so you can do your job. When everything is said and done he will ask where you learned to fight like that. Then he is crying for you because your life sounded so sad and hard. Just... lots of crying. 

Jamil Viper: He remembered flashes at least of what happened. It is hazy, but he knows that Kalim is sobbing something about a baseball bat and you are holding one with leftover ink on it so he can guess what happened. Admits he probably deserved it. Feels a slight sense of satisfaction when Vil has to experience the same thing later. 

Pomefiore

Epel Felmeir: Please teach him your ways. Seriously he thinks you are the coolest person in the world now. Let him try and use your bat just once and he will be so happy. He does feel bad about why you ended up learning to fight like you did but he still thinks you are super strong and he is glad he met you. Was super satisfied watching you beat the shit out of Vil. 

Rook Hunt: Completely unfazed. Still going on about how beautiful you are and how even coated in darkness and tragedy you rose above it hardened like a diamond... it goes on and on. Might offer to talk weapons with you if you know anything about archery from where you were from. 

Vil Schoenheit: Mostly unphased. Also admits he probably deserved the bat. But man did it hurt even if there was no visible damage that could be seen. Also smug about Idia having to get the bat too. It is honestly a ritual at this point for the NRC students. 

Ignihyde

Ortho Shroud: Was about ready to blast you to pieces when he saw you about ready to go at his brother with the bat. Even if he was in overblot that was still his brother and he wasn’t going to let you hurt him. When everything is said and done he is glad you saved his brother but he is still bitter about your methods. 

Idia Shroud: He is torn because on one hand that shit is terrifying and knowing you beat him up with a bat alone. On the other, he is super impressed and thinks you are just like the characters in the video games he plays. Low key thinks it's hot when you have your turn beating Malleus up. 

Diasomnia 

Sebek Zigvolt: The most obnoxious about trying to stop you from stopping Malleus. He is going to hate you so much at that moment but when it results in bringing Malleus back to his senses he will get over it. Starts wondering if he should follow your technique. Please insist he doesn’t. 

Silver: He was too stunned when you went rushing head-on against a Dragon. Definitely thought you were going to die at that moment. But then you didn’t so that was a plus. Has a lot of respect for you as a fighter even though he doesn't get why you use a baseball bat over a sword. 

Lilia Vanrouge: He knows he shouldn’t be entertained by you beating the shit out of his prince, but he strangely is. he always seems amused by most of the things you do and how quick you are to violence, like an angry frog. Finds it strangely indearing. 

Malleus Draconia: He is still in shock that in his most powerful form of an overblot, he got taken out by some chick with a bat. Just shrugs and lets it go, after all, you stopped him and stopped him from hurting his friends and those he loves so he will take it. Though he wonders how much you have been holding back around the school if you can do that with just a bat. 

[alseras]

This has to be my favorite headcanon set ever.

[twistedwishingwell]

Was wanting to request how the NSR students would react to a female S/O that wears lots of layers and/or baggy clothes so no one really knows what her figure looks like, but when she takes off the layers and/or is wearing something form-fitting, it turns out she’s super busty underneath. If that’s too many people, just the dorm leaders is fine. Thanks!

I’m assuming you meant Night Raven College students. But yeah for head cannons I have no issue with doing that many. Though I am skipping Ortho because baby. I hope you enjoy 

Note: I don’t endorse the behaviors of some of these boys. I just acknowledge the fact they are high school boys who go to an all-boys school and half of them likely have no idea how to react like they should. 

Heartslabyul 

Ace Trappola: He had always wondered what his girlfriend had under all the clothes but now that he knew oh boy. He was not going to get that image out of his mind anytime soon. Probably going to encourage you to wear less as long as you are comfortable with it. 

Deuce Spade: He is already an awkward bean around them but now seeing them with less? He is a stuttering mess. Has to constantly kick himself for having bad thoughts because there was definitely a reason you wore baggy clothes more often than not right? 

Cater Diamond: Whistles and is taking a picture for Magicam to make the occasion with #mygirl and #shesatotal10. He is going to tease you about how if you have it you should flaunt it, but if you whack him he will knock it off. He just thinks you are cute when you are flustered. 

Trey Clover: He has taken note of it. Will file that information away for later. But he isn’t going to act that much different around you. He may tease you about showing off for him or holding out, but it is usually quiet and only said when it is just the two of you. 

Riddle Rosehearts: Has no idea where he is supposed to look now. Especially if you are taller than him and your chest is at eye level. He doesn’t want to look because it is rude but still he finds it hard not to. His face is red the whole time until you cover up again. 

Savanahclaw

Jack Howl: Has the opposite problem of Riddle, in that he is afraid to look down and get a straight shot down your shirt. He loves you and cares about you, but your current outfit does make that very hard to not look, especially if you cover up a lot--there is likely a reason for it. Still, the tail wagging gives away how he really feels. 

Ruggie Bucchi: Is teasing and making jokes about it, but he is from the afterglow savannah so they are all in good fun. The second you look uncomfortable or upset is the second they stop. Mostly he is just using humor to make light of the situation so that it isn’t awkward for the two of you. 

Leona Kingscholar: No reaction. Literally none. He isn’t dumb, probably figured that was why you wore baggy clothes in the first place. For him, it is just another Tuesday. But if he catches anyone else making comments or catcalls at your figure they are going to have to deal with a very annoyed Lion. Low key misses your baggy clothes so that he could keep you to himself easier. 

Octavinelle 

Floyd Leech: The one who is instantly going to try and cop a feel. It just looks so nice and soft and squishy, he loves it. Probably already knew you had a chest from how much he is all over you anyway and is just using this as an excuse to touch you more. 

Jade Leech: The shocked expression is less from you having a chest and more you wearing clothes to show it off. One who also likely guessed what you were hiding under the baggy clothes but didn’t care much because he liked you for your personality, not your looks. He is curious about the change of outfit and will likely ask. Still going to look down your shirt though because of tall person/boyfriend privileges. 

Azul Ashengrotto: Goes red fast and is doing his best to not lose his composure. He is still a gentleman and does his best to keep his eyes on your face and not your chest. Also curious about why you kept it hidden for so long. As someone who has body image issues he does and doesn’t understand why you would hide it. Because it is a desirable feature but maybe that was why? You hated the stares? 

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim: Probably didn’t realize until he went for a hug and was met with mostly skin and not clothing in his face. He is pretty touchy-feely so he likely knew even before you wore less. Complements you to no end about how pretty you are and how much he loves you. Overall a very wholesome boy. 

Jamil Viper: He might sneak a peek every so often because it is new. Rationalizes that once he got used to it he wouldn’t care anymore. Still, there is a slight tint to his cheeks that he hides behind his dorm uniform’s hood. He gets irritated easily though by the comments from his other classmates and will probably end up putting an arm around your shoulder or if you don’t take the offer of his hoodie. 

Pomefiore

Epel Felmir: Has the same issue as Riddle in that he has no idea where he is supposed to look if you are taller than him. His mother and grandmothers would kill him if they caught the way he was looking around your chest but you are his girlfriend, right? It should be fine right? He is trying his best he promises. 

Rook Hunt: Obnoxiously loud about how proud he is of you for embarrassing your body (doesn’t matter if it was just happenstance for what you were wearing he is loud about it anyway) Most definitely knew what your body type was even with the baggy clothes. Still, nothing but support and praise from this boy. He is your number one cheerleader after all. 

Vil Schoenheit: Same as Leona. No reaction. He knows his fair share of women who dress like that and why he isn’t shocked--nor is he surprised by you having a voluptuous chest. He is still going to over clothing advice though to tailor to your figure now so that maybe you can feel confident without looking like a shapeless blob. 

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud: The amount of stuttering and staring from this boy is both alarming. You might have actually broken him. He should have seen it coming since he also hides his body with a hoodie all the time, but he didn’t. Just wants to whisk you away to his room so others don’t look. Please help him, he doesn’t know how to human. 

Diasomnia

Sebek Zigvolt: You would think he didn’t even notice if it wasn’t for the fact his face was scarlet. Super loud and accusatory trying to figure out why you had a sudden change of outfit. Really he is just embarrassed he had no idea what your body type was even though the two of you had been dating for a while. Refuses to stand next to you like this because he knows he will look down on accident. He will get over it...hopefully. 

Silver: Also turns red at the sight but he keeps it much more under control than Sebek. He is going to tell you that you look nice and do his best to not stare. However, he makes no promise that he won’t accidentally fall asleep and use your chest as a pillow now. 

Lilia Vanrouge: He had his suspicions but watching you walk around without your layers just confirmed it for him. A proper gentleman about it and tell you that you look lovely as always. Unless you look disappointed by his lack of reaction, then he might get a little handsy. 

Malleus Draconia: He knew and he appreciates the view. However, he not feels a strange possessiveness at others looking at you. Probably has a hand on you in some capacity until you decide to wear your layers again. If you don’t though that is fine by him, He will never say no to touching you more.