#yandereverse

[cleanershrimpysyanderes]

Omake: The ingredients are WHAT?!

Based on @k3lbug's Yandere Twisted Wonderland series (Masterlist). This omake is meant to take place in book 5, while training for the VDC.

Hosting like 7 yanderes in Ramshackle was not ideal. Not to mention at least 5 of them were after you. Honestly, even just hosting Rook alone would be a huge headache - you did NOT want that guy sneaking around your bedroom. You almost got Ace and Deuce sleeping with you for protection, but then it turned into a whole argument that had to be broken up, and it was decided everyone would have their own rooms.

This begged a question about your current situation: if you were to be left alone, just why was Vil of all people sitting in your room at dawn?!

"A truly beautiful apearance comes with a lot of effort and care." He lectured, as he tugged you out of bed and towards the bathroom. "Which you're frankly not giving yourself. Durinig our stay here I will make sure to transform you from a cute little spud into a proper shining diamond. I trust you will learn from this experience."

"But why?" You questioned blearily, letting him manhandle you as he got to brushing your hair. "I'm not even part of the team, and honestly I'd really rather sleep at this hour."

"Proper sleep is important, but if you're lacking it I suggest you go to bed earlier instead." He tutted at you. "And while you're not part of the team, I find you to be a good source of motivation for most of the members."

Great, so you were a prop for him to use to motivate the team. Why didn't anyone care about your opinion? You just hoped getting 'prettied up' doesn't cause anyone to snap...

❥

"Look at the state of your skin. It's so dry." Vil muttered in dissatisfaction. "Honestly, I Iwasn't planning on dipping into more scarce personal supplies, but you clearly need this..."

"Huh, what is that?" You questioned as he fished out a glass box and opened it to reveal some sort of.. gel? It was weirdly green.

"Moisturizer. The best I've ever used, and trust me I've seen a lot of cosmetics." Vil dips his fingers in the substance and starts smearing it on your clean face. You don't like the texture - it's so slick and slimy. But even a few seconds in you can feel like your cells are sucking in water.

"Wow, what's in it?" You were simply amazed. It wasn't cold, but so, so refreshing...

"Honestly, I'd love to know too." He sighed. "Azul is the one making it, and I think we both know he doesn't like sharing his trade secrets."

❥

"Oya, today you shine even brighter than usual, [name]." Jade slid behind you out of nowhere while you were harvesting greenhouse herbs for a Potionology assignment.

"Hi Jade. Mind helping out?" If he was going to hang off you, you'd rather put him to work.

"My, to immediately use me without even acknowledging the compliment," Jade sighed but but took the notebook with the list of hearbs, "how cruel of you."

"I'm 'shining' as you put it because I got woken up at the ass crack of dawn to get marinated in cosmetic." You grumbled. "I mean, I like looking good, but I like my sleep more..."

"Cosmetics?" He put a hand to his chin, and you did not like that smile at all. "If I recall correctly our future VDC stars are currently lodging at Ramshackle, so by any chance, would it have been Vil?"

"Huh? Yeah." You answered, eyes narrowing in suspicion. The most natural suspect there would have been Rook, given his frequent displays of (stalkery) affection for you. You'd never even been approached by Vil before...

"How... curious." The mereel gave you a wide smile. "May I know what cosmetics he used, exactly."

"...It's not like I remembered all of it." You replied cautiously. Could it be... "Are you asking because of Azul's moisturizer?"

"Oho, so you are familiar with it!" Jade looked downright giddy. Like, gushing over a rare mushroom giddy. What. "You've used it, haven't you? Where did you use it? Just on the face? Or possibly... the whole body?"

"Uh, just the face, and why are you so excited over it?" You asked, suddenly wondering if you should maybe wash it off.

"Oya, pardon me." He got his demeanor back under control. "It's simply that it was made... cooperatively between me, Azul, and Floyd. It feels great to have our effort so appreciated."

"There's something you're not telling me." You stated bluntly. You'd seen how he is when he feeds you something he'd made, and it's certainly not to this extent even when you yourself were more openly appreciative of it.

"Is there now?" He tilted his head innocently. "Oh how suspicious you are. If you don't trust it, I welcome you to come to Octavinelle over the weekend. We're due to make another portion, so you may observe the process. And if you wish... I could even make you some of your own, no payment required~."

"That is.. weirdly generous." You gave him an inquisitive look. "And are you sure you can just promise to reveal the process without asking Azul first."

"Do not worry. I am sure I can persuade him." Jade chuckled in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. Ok, not touching that with a ten foot pole.

"[name] I got my portion of herbs!" Deuce yelled from somewhere to your right. "Now we just got- J-Jade?! What are you doing here?"

❥

You ended up taking Jade up on his offer. It just kept eating away at you, that happy expresion of his, the way he questioned where exactly you applied the cream. Whatever the big secret was, you wanted to know.

Well, okay, but you didn't want to know, quite frankly you had already stumbled upon a lot of secrets you wanted to erase from your mind, but- You couldn't stand not knowing. Especially when Vil insisted on slathering you in the suspicious cream every day.

The moment you entered through the mirror, you were immediately picked up and swung around like an overexcited kid's teddy bear.

"Shrimpy~ you're here!" Floyd laughed freely. "And you're gonna help us cream~."

"Wha-" You damn near choked.

"With cream! And I'd prefer you call it a moisturizer!" Azul shouted. "Honestly, Floyd, must you be like that?"

"You're no fun Azul." Floyd pouted, as he stopped spinning you around.

"Let the Prefect go." Azul ordered, glaring at the hug. "We have to get on with the production, we don't have all day!"

"Eeeh." He whined but you were let go without much fuss.

"Thanks Azul." You nodded at each other in acknowledgement before making your way to the kitchen.

"Oya, welcome [name]" Jade greeted you. You nodded at him.

The Mostro Lounge was completely empty... It was a bit uncanny this way. Was this special moisturizer really such a big secret they had to close up early to make it? You took a look around the ingredients scattered on the countertop. Plants (a few of which you recognized from Potionology), mushrooms, small labelled vials containing stuff you'd expect in cosmetics (collagen, mineral oil...), and a bottle of hand sanitizer.

In short, there was nothing that could warrant this level of discretion.

"So... am I here to watch you make some herb extracts or....?" You questioned in confusion.

"Oh, there will be extraction. Just not from plants." Jade smiled at you in a very shady way. "Now, since you're our guest today, you choose: me or Floyd?"

"You or Floyd what?" You were not making a choice without full information here!

"Me! Me! Pick me!" Floyd screamed enthusiastically, completely neglecting to answer you.

"We will be extracting a... special ingredient." Azul informed you. "I was honestly under the impression Jade already told you about it, but I suppose not."

"Why ruin the surprise?" Jade's smile widened. "Come on now Darling. We have to choose our ingredient. Me or Floyd?"

"An.. ingredient...?" You took a step back, frantically looking between the three.

The tweels were grinning widely, while Azul looked torn between exhausted and curious. Stop stop stop. What the hell did he mean, ingredient?! You've heard legends about mermaid flesh - were they actually going to cut a part off and blend it into the cream?! Oh you were going to be sick...

❥

You spent some very weird, borderline horror-esque next few hours. Oh, it wasn't as bad as you suspected when they mentioned ingredients. It didn't involve any flesh -or blood- getting extracted. Instead Floyd turned into his mer-eel form and the other two... squeezed him like a rag.

You got to touch him on the tail too, discovering a similar slimeness on his skin as the moisturizer. You didn't participate in the wringing part though. For one, your arms were too weak for this. And also, it looked plenty grotesque with the way the skin moved against itself as it was wrought out like a rag, and the slime dripping from it- ugh, you could barely look.

You ended up being Floyd's hug-pillow for most of it, as he complained and cried about the process and how "Darling wasn't even the one doing it!". Honestly, you'd have been way more sympathetic to him without those comments.

"And done." Jade let go of his twin, letting him crash to the ground. "We got quite a good harvest. We could even make a portion for you, Darling~."

"I don't want it." You wheezed out from under Floyd.

"Don't be like that. It is the best moisturizer acknowledged even by Vil Schoenheit himself" Jade brought the slime in the box closer to your face. You glared at him. "If you'd like, I can even add on a bit from myself. How about you, Azul?"

"H-huh? Well, if [name] wanted it..." He agreed awkwardly. "Of course, only if it's for their exclusive use!"

"No, really, I'm good." You shut it down, internally wondering, as you have for at least the past hour, if Vil is aware that he's putting Floyd-slime on his face. If not... there might be a murder in the near future.

"How about a spa treatment then? A bath with eels..." Floyd suggested, still not getting up. "Seven know I could use a good soak too."

"I promise you a bath with an octopus would be much better!" Azul declared, suddenly competitive for some reason. "Imagine getting a massage from eight arms with suction cups at the same time. Relaxing, isn't it?"

"Uh, no, really, I'm fine. I think I'll just go back to Ramshackle..." You finally managed to get away from Floyd, and onto your feet - this was your escape chance.

"If the slime isn't to your tastes, might I suggest a semen facial treatment instead? I hear it does wonders for the skin." Jade proposed with a smile. "Of course, it's on me~."

Oh you were going to die. Or kill someone. Whichever came first.

"There is no scientific evidence of that!" Azul interrupted, looking all red and scandalised.

"Doesn't mean we can't try and see!" Floyd yelled from the floor.

You were swiftly, and as discreetly as you could, backing away.

"Fufu, I truly love your adventurous spirit." Jade grinned at you, stepping closer as you fumbled with the doorknob. "If you'd like, we can even put it in the moisturizer..."

The door abruptly opened behind you.

"Bonjour! I'm afraid I must take Trickster back now! It's been so long everyone is getting worried!" Rook yelled spiritedly, taking hold of you from behind. Did he... hear what the conversation was about? "Ah, and of course, if you're developing a new product as interesting as this... I shall also sign up for a sample!"

"ROOK?!?!"

@m1lly69 @smallerdeuce @marina27826123 @naomi123lover @menyiix @coffee-or-hot-cocoa @pipompurin @cherriiirose

[lovefliction]

gentle parenting

content: yandere virus, yandere themes, some descriptions of torture (burning), short blurb, just something that popped into my head, it's soft i prommy ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶

You snuggled into the wool, crocheted blanket you had made during the spring. The air of the dank basement was stale and stank of mildew, which made your nose wrinkle initially at your arrival. Your breath hitched in anticipation, eyes trained on your guardian, your surrogate father, as he worked, taking care to fasten the ropes that bound his captive and double checking the knots.

He lectured you as he meticulously set up the scene, but it was gibberish to your ears; you were exhausted, but he wouldn't let you go to bed before he was finished. You knew it was just the same old speech chastising you for going outside without permission. To you it simply wasn't fair, so it didn't matter if he made good points. It didn't matter that it really was dangerous outside, that the "lovers" would take you and do unspeakable things to you in the name of adoration. It didn't matter because it wasn't fair, not when you couldn't even tend to your garden without being whisked away by an obsessed infected.

"It's my fault. I let you have too much freedom. Allowing you to have the curtains drawn, and even granting you supervised outside time, that was foolish of me. Rest assured, it won't happen again." You pouted while he droned on, you knew why he was doing this, making you watch. He wanted you to understand how much work it was; it was bothersome but he had no choice but to disfigure the man who attempted to capture you, to send a message to the others.

"I should have made you help me with this." He set the bound stranger aflame, watching him thrash and shriek in agony. You stared entranced by the brilliant light whipping around and swirling in exquisite shapes and hues. After a few moments, he was promptly extinguished, leaving him charred and barely breathing.

He turned his head to you at the sound of your coughing. The sight of you all sweet and bundled up, caused his expression to soften for a moment before reverting back to his 'stern face'. But you knew he could never stay mad at you for too long.

"You're dismissed."

You scrambled to your feet and shuffled out of the smokey room.

"Oh, and leave the door open," his voice was choked like he was holding back a wheeze, and you couldn't help but crack a smile.

[bloodabi]

maybe a lukewarm take: i cant picture a yandere sylus really. ive discussed him a little bit before, and when i do i talk about how he feels bad about his actions. because i have such a hard time putting the yandere label on sylus at all, i think what would be really interesting is sylus succumbing to a yandere virus, which is a subject i havent really talked about in a while.

the idea of a virus spreading that alters behavior in such a way to create a yandere i think would be a terrifying plague to deal with, and i think that those in relationships might deal with dread and remorse for actions they know at some point they'll commit. i think sylus in this scenario is super interesting, as he's always respected your independence and autonomy. now there's something that will make him feel otherwise, and he doesn't want that. so when sylus inevitably gets sick with the initial cough and fever, he panics. he's inconsolable. he's crying in your arms, terrified at what he might do to you. but eventually, the crying subsides, as does the fever. and while he feels guilty the whole way through, he still locks every door and window tight, and you know by the way he looks at you, you're not going anywhere anymore.

[angstyfrog]

❤️🔪🩸TWST Side and Special Event Character Yandereverse Designation🩸🔪❤️

Che'nya is pretty unremarkable in this au honestly. He's a neutral and that's all I really have to say about him. He's a cutie tho.

Niege LeBlanche on the other hand, I have many things to say about.

For one, he was misdiagnosed as a darling as a kid. It was only resolved when he was 7 years old and made a fuss about wanting Vil to be in his latest film. Because he'd formed a bond with the blonde boy and was distressed that the one place he thought he could always be around him was absent of his bonded. He was reassigned as a yandere and Vil was cast as the villain. Niege as a person is just very loving and kind. Using majority of the money he makes as an actor and model to support those around him and donate to those in need. As the years passed and Vil began pulling away, Niege didn't push or become possessive. He just became deeply sad and clung to the moments he got with Vil during rehearsals and filming.

Skully J. Graves is a cutie patootie yandere and a bit of an odd ball. Instead of bonding to a person, Skully bonded to the consept of Halloween.

Oh the other hand, we have our favorite religious freak who probably has bpd, Rollo Flamme. To absolutely no one's surprise, this lunatic is a YY hyperbonded.

Rollo hates yanderes and hates being a yandere. He thinks they, and by extension himself, are disgusting. And darlings are the most pure beings on the planet. Rollo needs to be around darlings to regulate himself but refuses. He thinks that being around a darling would corrupt them. He'd dirty the beautiful and pure darling by forming a bond with them.

It also ties into his hatred of Malleus. Malleus is probably the most extreme case of a YY hyperbonded yandere. Malleus is everything Rollo believes a Yandere should never be. And everything Rollo secretly is. Rollo doesn’t just hate Yanderes. He hates the part of himself that needs what Malleus is allowed to have.

Rollo is such a freak and a lunatic. I live him so much and I hope only horrible things happen to him.

Thank you all so much for the support on my first post. Omg, did not expect that! I hope yall continue to like my stuff and enjoy your time here on my blog.

Also, for all my OVAM readers, chapter 15 is on the way. I have just been having the worst writer's block with it. I know what I want to happen and have everything laid out, but it refuses to sound good. But rest assured, it will be back.

[assortedshrift]

Captivated by the twst yandereverse au!!

Help! I’ve been sucked back into yandere twst content, specifically the yandereverse au written by @thatnonameuser. Just checked back into The Red King holds a Bleeding Head after being off tumblr for a while and chapters 9 and 10 totally blindsided me. I very much recommend their series to any yandere enjoyers!!

Some thoughts I had while reading the last two chapters (major spoilers)

ch9

Darling being considered an insult in Heartslabyul is one of those worldbuilding tidbits that I love to see. It makes sense that Heartslabyul, and probably Rose Queendom, would stereotype darlings as disorderly and in need of constant correction. 

Like oh, darlings are just naturally less disciplined than yanderes, so calling a misbehaving yandere ‘darling’ implies they’re no better than the people they are supposed to be managing.

Also imagine being a darling and hearing your friend/SO call another person darling with the same tone of someone saying a slur. Idk why but it's super funny to me.

Also again, from the flashbacks I'm guessing that the King of Hearts probably took advantage of this to some extent and played off any disobedience as being ditzy and unorganized. But not too often though, or the Queen goes from “oh you silly darling” to “this leash is for your own sake”.

(omg coming back to this because just remembered that Crewel is from the Queendom of Roses and mr “whips are great accessories” definitely made a fashion line of darling-safe collars and leashes)

Also Trey was so unsubtle with the desserts. Clover, please, you can't say your pro darlings rights while watching them eat food that you drugged!

Trey’s parents definitely taught him how to mix drugs into baked sweets and he definitely got a lot of practice with his darling brother and sister. I bet that at some point the siblings have/will catch on to the scheme but like, what can you do about it? 

*annoyed sigh* Big bro Trey noticed me stressing out over my entrance exam so I’m probably gonna get the sedative brownies tonight.

And after Riddle’s overblot he might even consider branching out to some of the dorm members once in a while. ADeuce being yandere in this au makes them like 63% more feral and I would definitely be tempted to sedate them once in a while.

Speaking of our besties, I really like how Grim, Ace, and Deuce are being portrayed. Yes they're yanderes in a society that promotes violence for the sake of love. But they're still single braincelled goofs who just want to hang out with you. 

Ch 10

The MOMENT the author mentioned a metallic scent I KNEW that wasn't normal pet food!!! And Grim eating it… oof!! If he wasn't just as enthusiastic about eating everything including literal grass I would be a bit more scared!

Gotta admit I was feeling stressed out when reader shouted at ADeuce. Like, we know that this is a school for magical villainous yanderes, I just knew someone was gonna overhear. In a way it's probably a good thing that we were almost immediately confronted by Cater who kinda owes us after the overblot, that could have gone a lot worse.

Additionally, I like how Cater’s canon aversion to his sisters is incorporated into this verse while also doing a bit of worldbuilding in how a family in a yandere society would act. Honestly I’m a sucker for worldbuilding.

Riddle was sweet here, But this section also caused the greatest dissonance between me and the reader-character. I would absolutely be salty about the fact that Riddle shouted our darling status like that. Dude put us in serious danger and I’d want to hold it over his head. Going forward, every time he tries to lecture us about safety I’d say “Well it would be a lot safer if SOMEONE hadn't announced my status to the whole world,” which is definitely a bad idea that would build up to a yandere-style meltdown later. TLDR reader probably made the right call in how they responded to Riddle asking for forgiveness.

I know that as the audience we have access to knowledge that the reader-character dosent, but I was low-key cringing (in a fun way) during the interaction with Trey. 

“... have you met your darling, Trey?”

“Yes, I think I already have.”

YeS, i ThInK i AlReAdY hAvE. Trey you mischievous rat (affectionate).

Oh hey, its Che'nya!

Dang, your really gonna narc on Trey like that huh?

The execution was a harsh reminder that we can't treat our friends here like we would in the normal world. A straightforward bitch-fest resulting in a couple of body bags is horrifying, but Chenya did us a solid, even if his reason was almost as horrifying as the murders. 

But now that I know he's stalking us I can imagine the reader (if she becomes desensitized) could get used to an invisible companion she can (sort-of) let her guard down around and complain to him about the NRA boy’s ghoulish acts. 

Speaking of, I wonder if the original Cheshire Cat intended for a scenario like that with Winston, but was thwarted when their snooping was discovered and the Queen decided to go full mask off.

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Yandere is supposed to a red-flag

I’ve been seeing people with posts about “green-flag yandere” and that’s a load of bull. A yandere is supposed to be the most bloodiest red flag but the shameful arousal of being someone’s center attention of their love or having their utmost loyalty with platonic yandere who will kill for their friend. Both make me happy to be so important.

I love yanderes and reading about them was my fantasy and escape, the thought of such love made me giddy. Obviously I don’t want that in real life but that’s what fiction is for. If you want a green flag yandere, removed the yandere and just put green flag person cause you can’t have a Yandere who’s a green flag. They’re toxic for a reason

[yanverse]

I’m curious how the yans would react to their darling suggesting being free use? Some of them would never act right EVER again; but I also think some would start out too nervous to make a move, but once they do it a few times, they become something of a menace.

prrrrr.......free use, you say? i have.......ideas >:) (lmk if u want more! <3)

Elias, Kaito, Lilith, Isabelle, Adrian, Nina

(cws: free use kink, domination, degradation, dressing up, fingering, overstimulation, messy sex)

Elias obviously needs to keep you around while he's working, and it just so happens that he's also in need of a good secretary for his practice. Win-win! He can have the best of both worlds: keep you close enough that he can see you whenever he wants, and you've got something to busy yourself with when he gives you paperwork--but aside from filing a few things you basically just get to mess around on the computer while he's in session. And unless you're into it, you won't be hearing any questionable noises and thumping through the wall--he's had to rebrand and lost some repeat customers, but he's a taken man now, so no more shenanigans.

Of course, that means you've got a much hornier, much needier cowboy on your hands than you're used to. He doesn't need to jerk off between clients or on his break anymore if the mood hits him midday--that's what he's got you for now, right? He can just waltz out of his office, tap you on the shoulder, and drop to his knees right there. Worried you'll get caught, that someone might walk in early or a solicitor will drop by? Then you just need to stay nice and quiet while he's under your desk. He might just end up leaving indents in the floor from the spurs on his boots, cause it's so easy and you're so accessible and you don't even have to stop working! In fact, if he's in the mood to tease, he might dangle the threat of stopping over your head if you don't keep working while he goes down on you.

But knowing him, there'll be an equal chance of him rushing over, locking the door to the office, and just throwing you over the desk like he can't wait a second longer to have you. There's a reason he's got so much time in between his clients, and it's because there's no better time to mess up his cute little secretary, and make sure you have to sit with his cum leaking down your legs the rest of the day.

Kaito has half a mind to just sit you on his lap all day. He doesn't have to go out for work, he barely leaves the house as is, and you're around each other most of the time anyways. Why not? He could game or tweak his latest sketches with you settled and comfy on his lap, his cock twitching softly inside you with those pretty mewls of yours perking him up. That, to him, is heaven.

If that's not the case, though, then sparing a hand to entertain you is just as good. Especially if you're in an argument, or if he's mad at you, or if he's just annoyed but not in the mood to talk about it. He doesn't even have to be paying attention, but more than likely you'll be begging for him to give you some.

With the spare seat next to him and his eyes glued to his computer screen, he only needs one hand to fiddle with his tablet pen as he shades his latest drawing. And all the while he has his fingers buried between your legs, his reactions minimal as you soak his chair with sweat and grab at his sleeve in desperation. You keep cumming all over yourself, you're a mess, and he's already gonna have to clean you up after so at least don't distract him. Each orgasm aches more than the last with overstimulation melting your brain into your skull, but you won't even stop him. You probably could, but why would you? He said it himself: he's gonna clean you up when he's done, you just have to wait until he finishes up. But knowing Kaito, odds are he's gonna make you much, much messier before he actually gets to that part.

Lilith loves providing for you. She loves to make you happy, to come home with money and food and love, and to shower you with everything she has without you having to lift a finger. You love her, you've done enough.

But when the opportunity to bus tables at her restaurant comes around, it's a hard deal to ignore. Extra income, extra time together, and extra chances for you to socialize and put in some hard work? If you're all over it then she can't exactly say no. A good girlfriend wouldn't say no to such a simple request. It may have her biting her nails at first, but seeing you succeed fills her with a feeling of pride that gives her an extra spring in her step on those extra-hard days.

But she's lucky that the diner has so few willing waitresses and such a small staff to begin with, because you two can get so close to getting caught with your pants down. She'd never consider getting off at work before this, but with you so present and available all the time...shooting her those lusty looks across the dining room, bending over just a little too far while you're cleaning tables, brushing by her just a little too close while she's taking an order...if she didn't pull you into the bathroom and push you up against the stall, she might just go crazy. Whether it's your hand up her skirt or hers down yours, it really doesn't matter--if you're going to let her touch you whenever she wants, then she has to take advantage of it. Nearly every break soon turns into a chance to get away, her lunch swapped out for a glorious ten minutes with your legs spread, body bent forward, and her tongue making short work of that promise you made that you'd stay quiet.

Isabelle isn't offered the suggestion of free use. You are free use. You're her toy, you're meant to be used, and you're smart enough to know that she doesn't take such a stance lightly. She's not fucking around with any of that touchy-feely, "casual dominance" crap. You'll know she's dominating you because she won't let you forget your place--look away for a moment, let your guard down, and you'll be pounced on before you can make sense of it. Even if she's just finished making you cum for every year you've been alive, she could very well come back into the room after a minute and decide she's not quite done yet. Bathing, showering, eating, sleeping, it's all the same. So long as you're still breathing, there's an incredibly high chance that you won't go very long without her weight pinning you down or your legs pulled apart for her to have a taste. But at least you're still alive, which is more than can be said for Isabelle's other playthings and romantic interests.

You would think that someone as poised, confident, and professional as Dr. Moorwell wouldn't be nearly as intrigued by the concept. Adrian is a romantic, after all--a chivalrous one at that--so you would struggle to imagine him as being so crass and self-indulgent with his lover.

Alas, he is. In fact, he's like a beast while in pursuit of it. Adrian loves to catch you while you're unawares; reading, reaching up for something on a high shelf, organizing his library, taking a sip of your drink, crawling under the sofa to retrieve whatever you dropped, the view makes him shudder and his belt comes off like the buckle is melting. There's always a touch first, a light tap or a brush down your sides to reassure you that it's him, but it's just a formality. The quick smack of his palm hitting your backside is the real test, because so long as your cute little squeal is followed up by a whine or a moan, he knows there's no risk. He can squeeze you, pull you apart, violate those precious, sacred spots so deep they've never seen the light, and it'll satisfy you to the point of making you gush all over him like he's turned the dial of a sprinkler.

At this point he might as well give you the title of housemaid. Your presence in his home reassures such tidy, homely feelings even amidst the stacked clutter and the piles of unread books. Besides, he'd have an excuse to put you in one of those silly, frilly costumes with the headbands and the wrist cuffs, and you could call him--w-well, it doesn't matter what you call him, so long as you prance around as happy and sweet as usual, and look at him with all that love in your eyes even once he's reduced you to tears and trembling legs.

Nina would be the last person to ever accept such a sinister request. Touch you? Unprompted? Without gloves, or a thorough hand washing, or..? You seriously think she would ever do such a thing on a whim?

That terrible attitude only lasts a few minutes, however, because her complaints are only a farce for how her mind has started working in overdrive. Because you like her enough to ask her for something so lewd. Because you think she's pretty. Because you look at her and think hot, wet thoughts despite her difficult attitude and her insistence on keeping everything clean. You desire her, and that's a feeling that's only come by on very, very rare occasions.

Hence why your request is fulfilled so quickly--like, less than twenty minutes quickly. Less than the time it would take for her to shower and scrub and go through her step-by-step routine in order to touch you, because the waiting is too agonizing and she just has to feel you. To feel your love and your beating heart in your chest, your pulse pounding all the way up your fingertips as you spread her open on your stupid, dirty, filthy hands. The only reason she'll allow it is just because it's you, but don't you dare get a big head! This is just more convenient for her. She'll just take a shower afterwards. But...well, you're coming with her. It'll surely be easier to clean up if you're already in there, so if you think your bathing time from then on is going to go uninterrupted, you'll be very sorely mistaken.

[love-toxin]

every time I think about conrad i think about that tiktok of a couple on a ski lift that's like "you're in his dms, i'm free bleeding in his long johns.we are not the same"

(cws: periods, blood)

tbh this is real shit--Conrad is so unfazed by blood, guts and gore that it's kinda scary, but you soon realize it's less because of his job as a killer and more because he just grew up out in the sticks and he's used to it. Like you think of a big scary man that's lived rural all his life and is very traditionally masculine and it's a given to think he'd be really opposed to that kind of realness, but he's all the way on the other side of the spectrum. Man's never seen a tampon in his life but he'd let you bleed in his clothes and on his bed with just a shrug of his shoulders. It's gotta go somewhere.

He's actually offended if you don't let him touch you while you're on the rag; "You think the blood is dirty? I know dirty, this is not that. Hush now. Open your legs." no fear whatsoever. If it's normal then what is there to fear? Your body is doing what it's supposed to. It's preparing you for a baby. And that's all the better for Conrad to know you're not yet expecting--but you could, perhaps, if the time ever came around.