He’s rather unsure about your affection for him, considering how he looks and how he’s used to people’s mockery or revulsion. This leads to a constant need for reassurance and comfort.
He’s clingy, almost annoyingly so, depending on your tolerance for clinginess.
Along with being clingy, he’s highly territorial. Even someone just looking your way could send him into a murderous tantrum, that you’d have to calm him down from afterwards.
He definitely introduces you to the shrine he made of his mother, as if she could actually accept you or not.
Once he trusts you, he actually spends a lot of time around you without his mask on. But, that level of comfort takes a while.
His undead body has varying levels of decay based on how well he cares for himself. You definitely try to prevent any uncontrollable rot from occurring.
He’s a mastermind at getting what he wants from you. His puppy dog act is surprisingly effective, a habit from childhood.
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It takes a while to get him comfortable with the idea of sex, considering he dislikes it when others have it so heavily.
Once he actually has sex with you, it doesn't actually stop the killing, he just only tolerates sex when he has it with you. He’s a bit of a hypocrite.
He doesn't always immediately go for penetration. Sometimes he likes frotting/thigh fucking. Dry humping is one of his favorite things to do.
Seeing you in bondage becomes a favorite of his, he likes seeing you helpless.
He can get a little selfish. You always cum, but he likes controlling the tempo and the pace, and he doesn’t care much if you plead with him to go faster or slower. He’s in control.
Sometimes he just would rather cuddle, but if you’re really horny he lets you ride his thigh or his boot until you get off.
He loves making out, cuddling, and the afterglow. Sometimes the buildup and the aftermath are better to him than the actual act.
There are many people who don’t share this sentiment, but I have an appreciation for when a fanfic is so separated from canon that it could’ve easily been its own original novel, and yet the author was only ever going to put that much energy into it if their favourite characters got to be there
I think there’s a difference between “the author stripped the media of everything it had to replace it with something easy” and “the author thought up a concept they really really like and are bestowing it upon the character like a medal”
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After having taken up the offer of the strange man she met at the bus station Wera finds herself in a situation much worse than the grim reality she left behind. With no real way out, like an animal caught in a trap, she is ready to hunt for any weak spots of imposing organisation behind the games, including the most obvious one: Player 456, the man claiming to have survived once before.
Sadly, she isn't the only one who views him as a means to an end and her newfound rival may prove to be more dangerous than anything she has encountered so far…
