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ruinaimagines · 9 months

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what do you think it would take for Heathcliff to warm up to somebody? because right now I feel like he'd scare a lot of people off with how brash and violent he is, but it'd be interesting if someone managed to befriend him.

I love him. And yes, I am alive! I am still crawling on. somehow.

Heathcliff Warming up to Someone Headcanons:

It is true that his outwardly brash nature is what a lot of people are initially met with, especially if they happen to be of some authoritative stance, but that’s mainly because of his own preconceived judgements. He’s a rather reasonable and good man otherwise.. Just a bit quick to jump to opinions.

If he doesn’t feel as though you are demanding respect from anyone then you have quite a decent chance of getting along. Talk to him as though he’s an actual person and you’ll find he’s pretty cooperative unless what you’re telling him to do is something he deems as outrageous.

Even though I lovingly call him an idiot, he’s quite the opposite. Heathcliff is a very apt man. We’ve seen this during Canto II with how he diverts the attention of the casino guards. He’s just a bit impulsive in some cases in the same sense that Don is. If he sees something he considers to be wrong, insulting, or similar he is quick to action if no one else is. He’s very good with short-term solutions but doesn’t immediately consider the implications for the long term. That’s Faust’s job. He’s clever and witty.

His recklessness also stems from the fact that death isn’t actually a problem for him (poor Dante), so not much is stopping him from speaking his mind. Unless the situation is really dire he has no desire to shut his mouth. Will still mutter under his breath.

He would immediately get along a lot better with you if you share any kind of similar passions in disrupting the system, calling people out, and overall being very blunt on the blatant ignorance and audacity some people have. While not to say the other sinners don’t agree, they just typically don’t really comment on it either. To have someone else that he can rant with and be brutally honest with? Ohhh that is just going to fuel the flames.

Would find you funny as hell if you insult the smug, sleazy workers of the city you happen to run into. Even better if it’s directly in their faces. Will back you up even if you don’t know each other much at this point because it’s entertaining.

I believe that you have a pretty solid chance of getting along even if you don’t immediately call out someone to their face so long as he overhears you complaining about it later. Not all people have the confidence he does, and sometimes it’s easier for you to let it be in the moment as long as it’s not too treacherous or there’s quips here and there.

The most crucial part in befriending him is first and foremost about establishing a sense of likemindedness. If he doesn’t see you as an agreeable person, then chances are he won’t think well of you either. You don’t have to be as loud about it as he is but even stating something along the lines of ‘That is wrong and it needs to be acknowledged and not smoothed over’ after the fact works for him.

I think that it would be a lot more difficult for him to see eye to eye with someone who so compliantly follows along with orders and seems indifferent to the cruelty and justice around them. There needs to be some kind- any kind of proof that you have humanity and aren’t willing to stay complicit with continuing what is seen as morally wrong by him.

He’s a very passionate guy which can be a little difficult to navigate because he can very easily get lost to more aggressive feuds or grudges, in these situations he’s a bit unreachable in that he is very unlikely to hear others out. When it calms down though his opinion may alter slightly especially the longer he knows a person. Still sticks very close to his own truth nonetheless.

With this it becomes easier to talk to him because there’s no longer that preconceived notion he holds over you, whatever it may be. You might find him even gravitating more near you or valuing your opinions a little higher than the others. When Faust is droning on he tends to tune her out, but whatever you’re saying he’s more encouraged to listen in on. There isn’t much of a difference in the moment, but you’ll notice that he’s completely forgotten what Faust has advised whereas he brings up a note that you mentioned instead.

Don’t expect the bickering to go anywhere. Friend or not, there will still be snide remarks here and there, though if you’re on good terms with him they’re meant in a more playful snarky way as opposed to a genuine complaint. Best be quick witted yourself.

You’re one of the few who can get away with insulting him without paying the typical price of being smacked over the head unconscious with his bat! Something that has happened an unnecessary amount of times with the other sinners much to the displeasure of Dante. Don’t expect to be completely devoid of being pushed around though. I imagine him to be the type of person to slam his hands around your shoulder with such force that it will completely knock the wind out of you for a joke.

Heathcliff is sort of hard to reach emotionally, even if you two get along very well. It can be kind of difficult to delve deeper into his own problems no matter how good on terms you are with him. He’s approachable in the way that his inferiority complex makes it extremely unlikely for him to ever mention his own shortcomings or communicate his distress in a way other than anger. Heathcliff does not want to have someone pity him, and above all he doesn’t want to be seen as weak.

It’s very hard to navigate, there’s hardly a right answer of how to go about it because it’s something that’s so emotionally fuelled that your best case scenario is just trying to listen and be more casual about it if something ever did get brought up. It’s a sore spot, don’t be surprised or feel bad if he snaps at you because he feels like you’re trying to be his therapist, it’s a spur of the moment thing and he’d feel bad afterwards. He just wants to be seen as a person.

Try to pry very little, what small trace amounts you get from him of his own personal experiences is something you’ll just have to take. Heathcliff might seem to be in particularly pissy and broody moods from time to time, whether from a bad interaction or something deeper, you can ask him what happens but if he says to drop it then it's recommended you do.

I feel like he isn’t ready to unpack everything, he finds it unneeded and a hindrance to get all sappy and focus on how he feels. That said I don’t know if there ever would be a proper time… aside from his canto.

You become his complaining buddy. He will trash talk either the others or some unpleasant person you’ve met while at work. It’s honestly fascinating some of the most obscure and abhorrent insults he can construct, beat only by Ryoshu of course. Her’s is just vulgar.

He is so biased it’s not even subtle. Heathcliff might seem a bit unapproachable at first but you’ll quickly come to realize that if you offer a sort of loyalty then he will return it. Might make fun of you for getting into a tricky situation, but he will do everything he can to pull you out of it and I think that’s what makes him such a good companion.

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echoesofblues · 2 years

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Whatever Our Souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

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mhykimagines · 2 years

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this is for a certain... someone.... @pernonix middle finger

Love Me More (Heathcliff/GN!Reader)

tags; fluff, heathcliff blanchett, gender neutral reader, wizard reader

"You're back. How was-Ah...?!"

You had a habit of doing these things to him. Sudden hugs, sudden kisses, sudden everything with you. He could always count on you surprising him with some random idea or thing you wanted, and while with other people he usually disliked the ideas of surprises, he was fond of it when it came to you.

This particular surprise, however, was more embarrassing than some of your others. He had been sitting in the dining room, reading one of his books while eating a slice of cake Nero had prepared for him, when you trudged back inside. You had been out that day on some mission with the rest of the Central Wizards, and for some reason you were absolutely drained. Instead of greeting him and sitting next to him like he initially thought you were going to, however, you're suddenly in his lap, facing him and wrapping your arms and legs around him like a sloth holding on to a tree. His face practically catches on fire, nearly dropping his book into his cake as he stares down at you, startled and embarrassed. It was one thing to do this in the privacy of your own rooms, but this was a common area... If Shino saw this, he would never let him live it down.

"(Name)... W-What're you doing...?" Heath asks, nervously looking around. Nero's still in the kitchen, and nobody's walked out yet, but this was the manor. It was only a matter of time before someone came out here.

"I missed you." is all you say in response, your face burying itself against his neck like a child clinging to a toy they don't wanna part with. "The mission was boring and I missed you. So now I'm here."

He wants to laugh, instead setting his book down cautiously as that hand moves to rest on your back. "Then why don't we go back to my room...? You can hug me all you want there..."

Your head shakes, clinging to him even tighter (if that was even possible). "You were in the middle of reading, and I didn't want to disturb you. Just keep doing what you were doing, it's like I was never here."

How in the hell is he supposed to concentrate on his reading when you're like this...?! He feels his face turning red as he can feel your breath on his neck, and he's almost inclined to just let you stay there until you feel like moving.

That is, of course, until two people walk into the dining room. His head snaps over to the door in a panic, and you don't even seem bothered as chatter fills the dining room. The conversation between the other two Eastern wizards is promptly put on hold, however, when their gaze settles on the situation they just walked into, and Shino can't even go 5 seconds without bursting into laughter. It's so bad he's holding his sides, hunching over as Heathcliff stares at him indignantly.

"It's not funny...!" Heath protests weakly, and Faust even has to turn his head with his hand over his mouth.

"Ahh, young love."

Heath swears he'll never live this down, not till the day his heart stops breathing. But honestly, with how warm you are, and how even just sitting here for a moment seems to have relaxed you more than when you first came in, he doesn't think he hates this as much as he claims. Especially not after hearing your own breathy laughter, your nose brushing against the side of Heathcliff's neck. He eventually relents, sighing softly as Shino continues laughing, his hand on your back slowly tracing small circles. "You're the most embarrassing partner in the world, you know that?"

"Mhm." You hum faintly, and his heart is doing backflips at how tired you sound. Even though you're exhausted, he somehow continues to find more and more things to fall in love with you over. "You love me regardless, though."

"You're right, I definitely do." He laughs softly, his free hand moving back to his book as he tries to get over that if another person came in, he'd get embarrassed all over again. But, if you could be at peace for just a moment longer, he thinks he could deal with all the teasing in the world.

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ourldyofsorrows · 1 year

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Wuthering heights.

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eshnaslibrary · 1 year

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"Just don't leave me in this abyss where I can't find myself"

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serendiquity · 2 years

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Remembrance

Sometimes, when it rained, Heathcliff couldn’t help but think of you. He’d trace the picture framed on his desk, the one that showed the three of you as children, laughing and playing together without a care in the world. It hurt to remember. It pained him to see your smiling face, beaming up at him as if everything was fine again. You were probably an adult now, weren’t you? He wondered if you had accomplished your dream, if you were happy now that you were gone.

He let out a long sigh, slumping down in his seat. What did you look like now? Would you still hold that innocent gleam in your eyes, wearing your emotions on your sleeve? Or had you changed just as he had, becoming quiet and solemn?

The faint scent of cinnamon and sugar wafted in from downstairs, a fond memory of times long past. Heathcliff closed his eyes and allowed himself to remember.

“Shino, stop! You’re doing it wrong. That’s not flour, it’s baking soda!” About the time they had tried to bake, ending up in a mess and a food fight.

“Waaah! “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please calm down! I’ll give you some of my pie!” When he looked out the window to see you crying in the garden with a wide-eyed Shino.

“...” The day you disappeared without a trace. It was funny how his memory worked. Sometimes, he could see that moment with razor-sharp clarity, as if it were happening before his eyes. On others, he could barely remember, mind only managing to create fuzzy silhouettes. Even so, a few things always remained the same.

He imagined himself back then, frozen in the doorway of your empty room. It was bare of everything except for a single resignation letter neatly folded and placed on the bed. His hands trembled as he reached for it, head light with nausea. He opened the letter.

Heathcliff had spent that day locked in his room, staring listlessly at the ceiling. And so it went, day after day, as he listened to his parents argue about him in hushed tones. He couldn’t bring himself to truly care, the same words repeating in his mind like a sickening mantra. Why did you leave? What did he do wrong? What happened?

Tap, tap, tap. Outside his window, something knocked against the glass. Blearily, he stumbled over and slid open the curtains, only to slam them back closed immediately after.

“Heath! Let me in, everyone’s worried about you!” Shino resumed banging on the window, even harder now.

“Go away. I’m fine.” His voice sounded childish and petulant, even to him.

“I’ll break down your window if you don’t.”

A frown.

“... You wouldn’t.”

“Stop.” Thump. “Being.” Thump. “So.” Thump. “Stubborn!” The black-haired youth crashed through the window, tumbling into the room. Then, ignoring his scratches and the screams coming from outside, he proceeded to tell Heathcliff off.

It had been an exceptionally daring act, even for Shino. Both of them ended up scolded for weeks after, and Shino had barely managed to escape punishment. Still, as he thought, he felt warmth welling up inside him, lips unconsciously forming an exasperated smile.

Shino had become furious after he heard his thoughts. “Stop blaming yourself.” It was your fault you left. It was your betrayal, not his. You promised you trusted him, and he’d given you his heart, only to see it thrown at his feet and shattered into dust.

Shino was… so much stronger than him. He had been hurt just as much as Heathcliff had been, but he still stood up straight. Unlike him, who had broken down in tears, Shino had continued on with his duties, protecting Blanchett Castle with an unyielding conviction. He was the only one too weak to let go.

Compared to him, Heathcliff couldn’t help but feel pathetic. He was supposed to be Shino’s master, yet he was always the one being protected. He wanted to become stronger. He wanted to hold the same strength that Shino did, one that would allow him to not be ashamed when standing by his side. One that would make him worthy of Shino’s loyalty, of his respect.

It would take a while, but he had to start somewhere.

He had decided. For Shino’s sake and his. From this point on, he would no longer think of you.

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hecatemoon87 · 2 years

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Happy Birthday @potter-solomons !! Since I can't send you a birthday present, this is the next best thing!! Hope you are having a wonderful birthday, you are the best!

A Rendezvous in the Woods

I finally found him. In his agony, whether he knows it or not, he has summoned me. His siren call is a concoction of sorrow and desire, a bitter-sweet potion that I am all too willing to drink. I have traveled the distance to England. A nation I had not visited since the Romans conquered it. Upon arriving, I purchased a small yet luxurious cottage only a few miles from the estate known as Wuthering Heights. Although I am dead I prefer to reside in comfort. I am able to do this as I have accumulated a vast amount of wealth over these several centuries. And for the most part, I am able to move amongst the human population without inciting their suspicions that I am really not one of them.

I come from a land once known as The Kingdom of Macedonia. I grew of age during the reign of Alexander the Great and met my death in my mid-twenties. How I became a vampire is of no interest to you I am sure. My eyes are brown, my hair black, my skin once a light chestnut brown. But the years of death have faded my color into a paler shade, allowing me to appear more western European. These Englishmen probably assume I am Italian, so I pretend to be a Countess from Venice. That being said, I am invited to a dance, one of those sad little gatherings humans have in order to find a suitor. I suppose due to my beauty and wealth I will be sought after by many. But my actual intention in going is based solely on the fact that he will be there.

The evening is dark, the twilight hours further blackened by the approaching winter. I am able to walk during the day, if there is enough overcast. Tonight, I walk with ease and enter the gathering hall. The abode is filled with blissful youth engaging in merriment, willfully ignorant of the fact that one day they will die. They dance and drink their cares away, everyone is happy, except for one man. I cannot see him yet, but I sense him. It is him, the one I have traveled all this way for. His aura is dark, swirling with resentment and rage. I walk through the crowd, seen but not seen. I will not have my hunt interrupted, I will have him this night. His energy is like a magnet and I am the metal. As I glide through the crowd, I see him.

He is magnificent. In all my previous encounters with him, it had only been via his mind. My lips curl into a slight smile at the irony. A beautiful being with such a wretched soul, delicious. He is what my people would have once referred to as an Adonis. A handsome youth, comparable to that of a god’s beauty. His physique shows that he is in pique condition, at the apex of his prime. His hair is raven black, his eyes deep pools of bluish-grays and greens. All his features are pleasing and aligned perfectly. He has intense eyes, an elegant nose and plush, full lips. His hair is pulled back and the traditional English clothing covers most of his neck, but I can still see a trace of an artery in his strong, thick neck. I feel the pang of hunger, like acid, coursing through my veins.

From what I have gathered from his mind, he is tortured. But he doesn’t see his fault in the matter. He longs for someone that has denied him. A creature that had been cruel to him most of his life and perhaps for a few years graced him with her love. Now, she was with another man. Why does he pine for her if she has scorned him? Well, I have long since left any element of human emotion behind. You see, when you live for over a thousand years, human matters seem rather trivial.

I do not approach him, but stand off from afar admiring him. His beautiful face seems to be set in a perpetual scowl. A young, pretty little thing approaches him and she asks him to dance. He does not acknowledge the girl by looking at her, but simply spouts out a venomous comment that shocks the young woman who then turns and leaves. Naughty boy, I think before deciding to play with my meal. With a slight projection of my mind, I penetrate his senses and whisper his name.

Heathcliff.

He is visibly jolted by my intrusion of his thoughts. His eyes widen and glances about the room in a vain attempt to find the source. But I will not let him see me just yet. He seems to settle back into his bad mood and walks over to the drink table and collects a glass. He drinks it deeply and as he drinks, I call him again. He whips his head around and I allow him to see me disappear out the front door. I know he will follow.

The night is cold, but I do not need a cloak. I walk slowly toward the tree line nearby. My pale-blue dress is illuminated by the light of the full moon that now rose into the cloudless night sky. I proceed through the tree line and I hear his footfall not far behind me. I stop in a clearing and await his appearance. He follows shortly and stops just outside the clearing. I watch his eyes look me up and down, he is confused and for the first time since I’ve felt him, he is anxious.

“Who are you?” he asked, a quiver in his voice.

“I am Kostantina,” I replied.

“That is not what I mean,” he said.

“I know, but you would not believe it if I told you,” I said. “But, perhaps…I can show you.”

I move from the center of the clearing, approaching him slowly. Once I am six feet away from him, I close the gap in a millisecond. My movement, undetectable with the human eye, I am nose to nose with him now. He is taller, by a few inches, and I gaze up into those haunted eyes of his. He is startled and moves backward clumsily. He trips over one of his boots and lands hard onto the ground. I laugh and climb on top of him, I pin his arms to the ground and I bare my fangs at him. Not in a threatening way, but sensual. I lick the tips of my fangs and watch his eyes grow wide with fright.

“Fear not, my love. My intention is not to kill you,” I whispered.

“Then what do you want?” he asked.

“To taste you, to experience you completely. You see, your misery has drawn me to you. Your pain is like…a bouquet of flowers, a scent a creature of the night such as myself cannot resist.”

“You’re a…you’re a vampire?” he said, breathlessly.

It is glorious to be in control of such a man. From his thoughts I gathered that he was always the one in control. He was a brute to all around him, never wavering in his inflexible convictions. But now, he wavers. I feel his heart pounding against his chest, the blood pumping through his veins. I do not like how many layers of clothing these Englishmen wear. Back in Macedonia it was easy to remove your lover’s clothing within seconds.

“Clever boy,” I whispered over his lips.

I retract my fangs and carefully rest my lips upon his. I gently take his lower lip into my mouth, attempting to ease him into the kiss. I can feel that his body is still tense with fear, so I pull back and reassure him once more.

“Do not be afraid, I am not going to hurt you,” I said, seductively.

I could hypnotize him, force him to bend to my will, but I do not wish that. I want him to consent on his own. I am bent over him, straddling him. I move to adjust my dress, so that my femininity is pressed firmly over the bulge of his cock. Even through the thickness of his clothing, I can feel him. I still hold his arms to the ground and wait for him to reply.

“I belong to another,” he said.

I am not pleased by this reply. I do not understand his loyalty for a woman who did not wish to be with him. For the first time in a long time, I feel jealousy. My reaction can be seen in my eyes, for a fiery red ring begins to encircle my iris. My fangs appear again and I hiss at the idea of this other woman.

“Really? Are you so weak of a man that you allow your life to be dictated by one woman? I am disappointed, I thought perhaps you could be more. I wanted to at least offer you more,” I hissed.

I let go of his arms in disgust, but remained straddling him, keeping him to the ground. He does not attempt to sit up, but looks up at me with curiosity.

“Offer me….more?” he asked.

My heart softens once more toward him and I smile.

“Ah, I can offer you so much more my beloved,” I said, bending back over him.

“Can you make it end?” he said.

“The pain?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

“It does not work that way, but in time, the pain does fade,” I answered.

I wish to be honest with him. Becoming a vampire may take away your heartbeat, but it doesn’t remove the soul. Our lips are once again mere inches apart. I can feel the tension in his body dissipate and his fear that had clouded his mind cleared away. I can feel his thoughts, almost hear them. He is rethinking how he has been living his life. If vampires were real, perhaps his silly notions of love were irrelevant. He could do anything, be anything, so why continue to languish over something he had no control over?

“Kiss me,” he suddenly said.

I am glad he has come to this new realization. I do not hesitate and do as he requests. My lips connect with his perfect, plush lips. The kiss begins in modesty, but soon transitions into a carnal exchange of our tongues. His heart rate quickens, but it is no longer because of fear. I can hear his delicious blood rushing through his veins. And I can feel it entering into his cock, stiffening it into an erection. I rub my womanhood against the large bulge that now protrudes from his thick, wool trousers. He has forgotten his affections for that other woman and his focus is now all mine.

My senses are aflame, my arousal craves his penetration and longs for the taste of his blood. I break the kiss and gaze down upon my dark knight, I speak no words but he hears my question of whether I can bite him.

“Will it hurt?” he asked.

“I will make sure that it does not,” I replied.

“No, I want to feel it, make it hurt,” he growled.

This is certainly the man I have been looking for. He turns his head, exposing his neck. I bend to kiss his throat, but then I hear a branch break close to the treeline where we had entered from. I hear people, long before it reaches Heathcliff’s mortal ears. And then we both hear a man calling out for him. I cannot be seen by them, I must flee if I am to maintain my reputation amongst them as a mortal. I look down at him, longingly, but I must go.

“Soon, my beloved, very soon.”

And then I vanish into the night.

A Midnight Exchange

I have returned to my home, it is near midnight. Only an hour before I was with my beloved Heathcliff. I am waiting for the clock to strike at twelve. I can sense my lover's mind, he is upset and once again marinating in his anger. I must go to him before he regresses back into his previous mindset. The clock begins to chime and by the fifth chime I leave my cottage and seek him out on the moors of Wuthering Heights. It doesn’t take me long to find which bedroom is his. I can practically see his black aura oozing out from the third floor balcony. I scale the wall with ease and climb over the balcony. I stand in front of the French doors and call for him. I am unable to enter without his invitation.

In moments he walks toward the doors and opens them. He is surprised to see me and I am surprised to see that he sleeps fully in the nude. My surprise turns to appreciation and I drift over the threshold, into his arms. Although I am much stronger than any man, I allow him to embrace me and I tamper down my powers to resume the façade that I am a meek, mortal woman. We kiss, our tongues fighting for dominance and I gladly let him gain upper ground. His kiss is crushing and I accept it readily. Then he breaks our passionate kiss and moves his head to the side, offering his neck to me.

I do not hesitate and apply my fangs to his flesh. There is a slight resistance against my teeth and then I penetrate through his skin, like biting into a sweet apple. The gush of blood pools into my mouth and he moans softly, pulling me tight to him. He holds me close as I suckle him and I can feel his cock stiffen. He arches his hips and grinds his erection on my hip as I draw in more of his essence. His blood is thick like honey, coating my tongue and throat. His body is strong and firm and most importantly, warm. Oh how I've longed for a man like this. So bold, so stubborn, so delectable. Not wishing to extract too much of his lifeforce, I end my drinking. I sensually lick the bright red blood from my lips and he watches with relish.

“Fuck me,” he said in a deep throaty growl.

It was an unusual request for a man who thirsted for control. But I am more than willing to comply. I regain my vampire strength and I manhandle him over to the bed. I pushed him back and his naked body fell supine onto the mattress. I am wearing a simple cotton robe, the material light and practically see through. His eyes hungrily watched as I removed it, tossing it carelessly to the floor. His cock is firmly erect and I plant myself on him like I am declaring a piece of unknown land for King and Country.

As my femininity consumes his manhood, he moans just as he did when I bit him. It is a beautiful sound that escapes from his lips, a soft yet gravelly moan that only a male could generate. I start off slow, my hands perched upon his supple, firm body. I elevated myself off him before descending back down on to his thick, pulsating member. I can feel this girth dividing my walls in that perfect medley of pleasure and pain. That biting sting that ends with a wave of euphoria rushes through my body. My speed intensifies and he grabs my hips hard, his short nails biting into my flesh. His eyes are defiant, daring me to ride him into oblivion. This man likes pain, both physical and mental. He wants me to either destroy him completely or give him something that no other man on earth could have, immortality.

His body is becoming slick with sweat, but my body remains the same, cool as marble. I like feeling his bodily fluids. First his blood, now his sweat, and I would have him cum inside my walls as the finale.

“Have you forgotten about her now? Or shall I fuck the memory of her out of you?” I tease as I ride him.

My breasts bounce up and down from the rhythm and he reaches up to cup them in his strong hands. He traces my hardened nipples and I pause from riding him to accept his touch fully. His face is masked by contemplation and I tap into his mind to hear his inner thoughts. He is thinking of how beautiful I am and how he had wished for me to have found him sooner. My heart breaks as I feel I have somehow failed him. He glances up as he notices that I am no longer gyrating upon his cock.

“No, do not pity me. Make me feel again, please?” he said in a breathless tone.

I want to make up for all the years he has spent in mental anguish, so I take hold of him again and milk him with my cunt. He is close, I can feel it. His brow furrows and he tenses, the expulsion of his seed begins to fill my void and he releases a masculine moan that jolts me to my very core. As he cums, I bend over once more and bite him. My teeth break once more through his neck and I suck as he orgasms. I can tell that my bite furthers the intensity of his orgasm and as the first one ebbs away from him, I clench my walls around him and bite down harder. This initiates a second orgasm in him and he grips me closer to him, his strong hands grabbing my ass tightly. He whines out his orgasm and whispers self-deprecating things about himself as he cums.

“I’m a wretch of a man, I needed to be punished,” he groaned.

I release my fangs from their hold in his neck. I do not release him from my cunt until he is thoroughly soft again. I climb off him and rest beside him, pleased to have reduced him to a quivering mess. And then I ask him an important question.

“Now that I have had my fill of blood and cum, would you care to become The Vampire of Wuthering Heights?”

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lem0nt1ddy · 9 months

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Only in Mandela County 🤘

#the mandela catalogue x reader #shitpost #the mandela catalogue #mark heathcliff #tmc mark #tmc cesar #alternate cesar #he fucking died #tmc mark x reader #tmc cesar x reader #weird looking dog

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coff33notforme · 2 years

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Mandela catalouge characters as random pictures I have saved

Gabriel

Alt Cesar

Mark

Jonah

Adam

Intruder

PLEASE STOP LIKING THIS POST 🙏🙏🙏

#the mandela catalogue x reader #mandela catalouge gabriel #sus gabriel #alternate cesar #alternate gabriel #cesar torres #adam murray #jonah marshall #analog horror #meme #mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue #mark heathcliff

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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That with mark and alternative Y/n was so adorable!!! :0

May i request like the aftermath headcanons? Like Mark begins to trust alternative Y/n and sees them now as his Guardian “Angel” and they become a duo! him bragging around school catching others attention like adam and Jonah? :3

Aw thanks! I'm glad you liked it! Also we're calling this an AU where "all the victims are besties and attend the same school"

If y'all wanna read the prequel it's here!!!!!

.................

Mark had prayed all his life for a guardian angel.

Never did he think one would come as an Alternate, of all things.

But...how else could he describe you?

Ever since that night, you've kept your promise to protect him, keeping him safe from the others who wanted to prey on his loss of faith and hope.

It still took a while for him to fully trust you, though, getting jumpy whenever he spots you in the corner when he's about to sleep or hears your voice all of the sudden.

And of course his nightmares have gotten 10x worse, but you're always there to comfort him.

The worst ones are where you sell him out to your "Savior", though those eventually faded.

You only went into hiding when Thatcher visited his house for a wellness check after his school's receptionist got concerned with his prolonged absence.

He didn't give away the fact you were still present, but did report his encounters with the other hostile Alternates, allowing the lieutenant to collect evidence.

Once Mark is determined not to show any M.A.D symptoms, he's okay enough to go back to school, where you still watch over him regularly.

Alternates haven't found a way to infiltrate schools yet, but you didn't wanna take any chances.

From your observations, you learn that he's quite the shy/loner kid, sometimes getting teased by others for his personality alone.

You also learned that Cesar usually rushed to his defense...but with him gone, Mark was pretty much on his own now.

One day, he's drawing you during class. But when the teacher left the room for a minute, some jerk snatched his "Reassurances" notebook and made fun of him in front of everyone.

He managed to get it back, but he hid in the bathroom during lunchtime and cried for a while until you appeared in the mirror and asked what's wrong.

Long story short, you gave the bully M.A.D later that night and left them to their fate (spoiler: they were part of the 3% who lived, unfortunately, but they dropped out of school).

Mark's not one to condone this kind of thing from you, but....you actually did him a huge favor by getting rid of them. They've bullied him for years--ever since the day he shared that "scary night" story back in elementary, in fact, and they never let it go.

With them gone, he becomes a bit more confident in himself, eventually telling his friends about how an Alternate actually helped him.

Ofc seldom few actually believe him, though it definitely caught the attention of Adam, Jonah, Sarah, and Evelin.

They're trying to get a paranormal/ghost-hunting club established and think it would be neat to have a friendly Alternate as their mascot and/or helper.

They are surprised when Mark agrees to join, considering he used to say it was "demonic" and didn't want anything to do with the club--but you've changed his perspective.

Obviously they don't want any authority figures getting word of an Alternate hanging around the school, so they do their best to talk to you in secret, learning how you helped their friend that night and why you're so benevolent towards innocent humans.

Sarah and Jonah are lowkey nervous interacting with you (Sarah bc her brother nearly died thanks to the actions of two other members of your kind, and Jonah bc he's skittish around all things scary).

If anyone trusts you, though, it's Mark.

#clanask #anonymous #tmc x reader #the mandela catalogue x reader #mandela catalogue x reader #mark heathcliff #alternate reader #alternate y/n #platonic #headcanons

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morgandoesstuffsig · 1 year

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Can I request the jealousy reactions from the Victims of Mandela Catalogue? I read your other post of victims reacting to receiving affection my heart just absolutely soared. If it’s too complicated, don’t do it. :]

HOLY SHIT MY FIRST REQUEST!!! HIHIHI<333

ofcofc, if it's on my masterlist then I'll def. write it <3 love the victims frfr

also ty for the compliments, got me melting over here💕

c.w // jealousy (obv..), d/ckhead (?) in mark's part ngl, also really oblivious reader

JEALOUS MUCH?

start under cut.

MARK HEATHCLIFF

look at the goofy lil skrunkly

he doesn't get jealous easily

or in general

but...

if you're skipping or canceling hangouts with him just to see someone else constantly...

well, you'll see--

"Hey (Y/N)!" Mark called out behind you. You'd been walking around with (?), and he just happened to be close by.

"Hey Mark." You greeted with a smile as he jogged up to be by your side.

"Who's this?" He asked, pointing at (?).

"Ah! This is (?), my new friend! We've been hanging out a lot!" You exclaimed, and Mark nodded, smiling. But then, (?) locked arms with you and leaned into your side.

"Yeah, me and (Y/N) have been hanging out pretty much everyday this month, only besides the short 2 days when she was hanging out with you." (?) said, with a condescending smirk on their face as they stared down at Mark.

"..I see." He turned to look at you, "Is this the one who keeps having you cancel the hangouts?"

"I don't force (Y/N) to do anything, I think they just like a little better than you--" (?) started.

"I'm sorry? I don't like any of my friends more than the other!! You're all my friends, so I like you all equally!! Please don't pick another fight, (?).." You interjected. (?) just rolled their eyes and looked back at Mark.

"We've got somewhere to be right now, so goodbye." (?) said turning around and attempting to take you with them.

Mark grabbed you other arm softly and pulled you out of (?)'s arm lock, and silently lead you two away from (?).

yeah..

ya'll just left (?) in the middle of nowhere

oh well

skill issue

CESAR TORRES

go homosexual alternate go!!

yeah he's technically an alternate the entire timeline so...

he's one here too

since alternates don't usually feel, well, feelings

jealousy is new to Cesar

he has no idea why he gets that clenching feeling in his stomach when he sees you with (?), all close and even just slightly touching

and that voice telling him to just take you away from them is getting louder and louder

so what does he do?

he listens to it.

There you were, laughing with (?). You two had just gotten back from a fun time at a carnival in the next town over, and (?) was walking you home.

"Oh! Remember how scared you were on the Ferris wheel? Your face was priceless!" You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand.

"Oh, shut up!" (?) said, nudging you with their elbow.

"You know--" You started, but then (?) stopped moving and laughing. They were staring at something straight ahead in fear; you followed their eyes to see Cesar, standing ahead, just a couple feet away. The only thing that really scared (?) was that half of his face was missing besides his eye.

yeah safe to say your friend ran away

"why'd you--"

"I missed you."

yeah he took you away after that <3

away as in home

ya'll had a fun time there doing whatever it is you do with someone

idk i havent had human contact in years leave me alone /hj

JONAH MARSHALL

cute and goofy. perfect combo. just add in some stupid.

↑ recipe to make ur very own jonah

anygays

he is very goofy

so it seems impossible for him to get jealous right??

wrong.

he gets jealous very easily

and constantly tbh

he'll just pout at you and whoever he's jealous of

You were sitting at a restaurant with Jonah and (?). You and (?) had been chatting the entire time since they sat across from you, and the normally very loud Jonah was dead silent.

"Yeah so then I--" (?) started, but you stopped listening after a second because you felt something tug at your (shirt/sweater) sleeve. You looked next to you to see a pouting Jonah, with his cheeks all puffed out and goofy lil' mad face. <333

"How come you're not talking to me too??" He whined quietly, and you just had to let out a small giggle.

you had to let him in on the convo

he was back to normal in no time

when you guys left he was very clingy tho

no im not showing favoritism wdym

ADAM MURRAY

lets pretend adam wasnt a fr d/ckhead in the last volume ngl

he is chill

...sometimes

if he's woken up on the wrong side of the bed or sum

then he will get jealous quickly

not as fast as jonah but still

pretty fast

"Yeah so what movie did you want to watch?" You asked (?). You were at your house, and were going to have a movie marathon together.

"I was thinking.."

Little did either of you know, a groggy and grumpy Adam had entered the room, not have founding you anywhere in the other room with him.

"what're you doing?" he said, shocking both you and (?).

"HOLY SHIT ADAM-- You scared us!!" You said, whipping your head back to see him right behind the sofa.

"So?"

"sighh... we're having a movie marathon."

"Move over then, I'm joining."

he had his arms wrapped around you the entire time

silently pulling you closer and closer to him

he kept going 'till you two reached the edge farthest from (?)

poor (?)

they just wanted to watch movies

adam probably dragged you away to make popcorn with him lmfao

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mhykimagines · 2 years

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helloooo welcome!! im so happy to see another mhyk writing blog! can i please request kissing in the rain with heathcliff (gn reader)? thank youuuu!! <333

Thank you for the warm welcome, and thanks for requesting!!

Do you feel the love? (GN!Reader/Heathcliff)

tags: fluff, kissing in the rain, heathcliff

“Hurry, come this way…!”

You can’t help but laugh. Isn’t this just your luck, being caught in a sudden storm while out on a mission with the blonde haired male? Usually Shino would accompany you and your boyfriend on missions like this, but this time he had to go somewhere with Nero and Faust, so that left you alone with Heathcliff this time. Your mission wasn’t even hard; all you were supposed to do was investigate why this nearby lake had been drying out in a village that relied on it as their water source since it hardly ever rained in this area. You suspected it was a result of the Great Catastrophe, but before you both could even make it to the village, it started raining. In an area where it never rained. You swear you didn’t know if this was supposed to be funny or not.

What wasn’t funny was this rain, though. It was pouring pretty quickly, quickly setting into your clothes and your hair and you were pretty sure there were puddles in your shoes. Heathcliff guides you by your hand to the tree with the best cover you two will get, and you places your hands on your knees as you hunch over in exhaustion, sighing tiredly as Heath leans against a nearby tree, catching his breath from running. “What’re the chances of this…?” He starts off, some sort of a breathy laugh leaving his lips as you chuckle in response.

“Tell me about it. Are we just unlucky, or what?”

You examine your clothing, which is heavy with water now, and while usually you would use magic to dry them out, the shade of the tree wasn’t the best and you were still being hit with rain drops. Granted it wasn’t as heavy and intense as before, but it would be a waste and a bother to constantly dry your clothes out. You’ll wait till the rain lets up, you decide, and with that being said you stand up straight, leaning against the tree with your boyfriend. A comfortable silence fills the space between you two, and your fingers gently reach out to curl around his. He doesn’t seem to be expecting it, so he jumps slightly out of alarm. Heathcliff was always so jumpy with romantic affection, but it’s not like you disliked that about him. After all, it was cute being able to fluster him so easily.

After he gets over his initial embarrassment and the fact that nobody is there, he holds your hand gently, your fingers interlocked with one another. It was nice being able to do these things with Heath, even in a bad or unexpected situation. You felt like things couldn’t even be that bad as long as he was by your side, as selfish as that may sound. But Heath seems to share your sentiments, if the way his face is flushed and the small smile on his lips is any indication. You both reach a silent conclusion to simply wait here until the rain lightens a bit, and you’re fine with that.

Well, until you remember something the Sage told you.

‘You know, a common trope in my world is kissing your partner in the rain! I’m surprised it’s not super common in this world…’

You find yourself suddenly intrigued by this idea. Why would kissing in the rain be so common in the Sage’s world? Isn’t the rain annoying? Why bring your partner into it just to kiss? At first you thought it seemed stupid, since humans don’t have magic like you do and would be forced to dry off the normal way… But, well, you were a wizard after all, and you two had to dry off later anyway… Surely it couldn’t hurt.

Having made up your mind, you push off the tree and start walking forward, making Heath cry out in alarm and stumble after you. “H-Hey, why are you dragging me back into the rain…?!” He says this, but isn’t making an attempt to stop you, despite his hesitation. You simply hum carefreely, not bothering to answer him until you’re both standing in the rain, and you turn yourself to face him.

“The Sage told me this was something they did in his world a lot, and I wanted to try it.”

“You could’ve warned me beforehand…!”

“You wouldn’t have done it if I told you!”

“What are you even planning-?”

You decide to cut him off by leaning forward, your hands untangling themselves from his hand and instead one of them situates itself on the back of his head, your lips gently meeting his. He seems genuinely startled, his hands scrambling to rest themselves on your waist as he lets his eyes close quickly, his mind overheating and refusing to let him keep his eyes open in embarrassment. It doesn’t take long before you feel him start to kiss you back, and you hum happily as your other hand rests on his shoulder. Is it just you, or do his lips taste sweeter than usual…? There’s no way the rain is affecting that, right?

The two of you sit there for a moment, kissing and holding one another like you’re the only people in the world. You think you’d be ok with that, honestly, but that was another thought for another day. After a moment you both pull away, needing air after sitting there stealing each other’s for a good minute or so. His face is bright red, and you can’t tell if that’s all from embarrassment or if that’s just from the rain, but you find yourself laughing before you know it. He speaks up, tightening his grip on your waist playfully. “Remind me to never let the Sage give you anymore ideas…”

“Aww, so you didn’t like it?”

“…I never said that.”

You laugh again, allowing Heathcliff to drag you back to the shaded tree while lecturing you about ‘no more surprises right now’. You had to remind yourself to thank the Sage when you got back.

#mahoyaku reader insert #mahoyaku #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #heathcliff blanchett #heathcliff #Heath #Heathcliff x reader #arias mhyk writings #scenario

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lovelyney · 1 year

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#DATING HEADCANONS, MAIN FOUR. . .

CHARACTERS. . . mark heathcliff, cesar torres, adam murray, jonah marshall

GENRE. . . headcanons

WARNINGS. . . my clear favoritism of Jonah BHAHSHS.

BAKER’s NOTE. . . these aren’t my best work ‹//3 sorry there’s not too much either, LMFAHSJDK. if i think of more, i’ll def add them! ):

#LOWERCASE INTENDED

꩜━━MARK HEATHCLIFF, VICTIM 01. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟏: Mark didn't really initiate the relationship at first, not being all that interested in what relationships had in store.

however, he quickly grew fond of you, and Cesar highly encouraged him to ask you out! and that he did...

𖠵𝟎𝟐: he isn't a very touchy person, but he doesn't reject the idea, either. if you want to cuddle, he'll happily do so, but you have to be the one to initiate it.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: you happened to be a big stress reliever for this man! whenever he feels stressed or overwhelmed, he'll plop himself on top of you and ask if you can rant about something so he can listen to you talk.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: he's always been slightly protective over you regarding getting yourself hurt. when the idea of alternates came out, god, that was multiplied by 100,000.

he would not let you go almost anywhere by yourself. (at least out in public). he'd eye anyone you'd be talking to, trying to figure out if they were an alternate.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: he's a silent lover; he shows he loves you with smaller actions rather than big ones.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: it doesn't take much to make him happy romantically. as long as you're safe and unharmed, that's all that really matters to him.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: isn't much for PDA, but he'll hold your hand everywhere to ensure that you don't wander off anywhere.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: takes really good care of you! especially when you're sick or injured. he'll stress heavily over either one ‹/3 the boy just wants you to be healthy. he doesn't mind either, one of his favorite things to do is take care of you.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: makes sure to check on you regularly to see how you're feeling, physically and mentally; this was heightened after MAD came out.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: has always felt a little awkward around you, given how much he likes you. he sometimes shyly links your pinkies, hoping you'll get the memo that he wants to hold your hand.

for some reason, he won’t directly ask you when he wants affection…

𖠵𝟏𝟏: isn't too big on pet names, but he'll occasionally call you “baby/babe” or “sweetheart.”

𖠵𝟏𝟐: steal all of his hoodies!1!1 i guarantee you he has thousands. he finds you super cute in them anyways, especially if you’re smaller than him so that you drown in them. (he won't admit that, though).

𖠵𝟏𝟑: a really good cook! he always makes sure you’re eating well and enough ‹3

𖠵𝟏𝟒: one of his favorite things to do is run his fingers through your hair or even brush it if you let him ‹//3

꩜━━CESAR TORRES, VICTIM 02. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟏: starting off with alive Cesar. he was more loud with his love! almost the complete opposite of Mark, really.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: a pretty big hopeless romantic, i'd imagine. he loved to take you out on really romantic dates. it doesn't matter if it was a big occasion or not.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: he'd boast on and on about how much he loves you to Mark ‹/3

𖠵𝟎𝟒: a big cuddle bug! he loved to be attached to your hip no matter where you went. he'd hold your hand without meaning to, LMFAO.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: would bring you home the biggest bouquet of flowers he could find and/or afford.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: each and every morning, you'd either wake up to: (A) Cesar literally on top of you or (B) you suffocated in his chest from him pulling you so close.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Cesar liked to call you “baby,” “mariposa,” and “(my) love!”

𖠵𝟎𝟖: we all know he's a family man ‹/3 he was so excited to start a family and get married. starts crying

𖠵𝟎𝟗: loved to pick clothes out for you and choose your outfits.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: now, let's move on to alternate Cesar...

these apply to the theory/headcanon that any human who gets turned into an alternate still has their original features/personalities from their human self and has at least a silver of their dignity left. (@/hornyforgothdick headcanon.)

𖠵𝟏𝟏: he's a lot more withdrawn because he's scared he's going to hurt you accidentally.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: watches over you very intently while you sleep, making sure nothing (meaning any other alternates/intruders) gets inside your house.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: was very against the idea of affection, being incredibly not used to it (as an alternate). however, you've found out that giving him affection helps calm him down and keep his sanity intact — well... whatever's left of it anyways.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: grimaces at literally anyone else but you, given his nature of being an alternate. for that reason, you prefer he stays at home.

however, he despises the idea of you going out alone because he can't be there to protect you.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: i can't decide whether or not he'd tell Gabriel of you because he wants to make it abundantly clear that you should not, no matter the circumstances, be harmed by his or any other alternates hands or because he fears that Gabriel would purposefully try and target you.

꩜━━ADAM MURRAY, VICTIM 03. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟏: Adam is fairly similar to Mark when it comes to romance. although he more actively sought it out.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: Jonah noticed the way he kept staring at you and kept nagging him to confess because “it’s honestly sickening the way you look at them.”

Jonah was actually the one who gave you Adam’s number, LMFAO.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: he's infatuated with you and doesn't hear the end of it from Jonah and Sarah.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: you catch him staring at you with the most lovesick eyes like 24/7 and when asking why he says, “can’t a guy bask in his lover’s beauty?”

𖠵𝟎𝟓: one to hold your hand or have his on your thigh while he's driving.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: felt horrible he had to stop taking you out in public when he became wanted ‹//3

𖠵𝟎𝟕: protested against the idea of you getting involved with his work because god forbid something happen to you under his control...

you normally stayed in the car with Jonah, while he goes inside the houses. (always glaring at him to not try anything, LMFAO).

𖠵𝟎𝟖: gave you one of his hoodies that he adores seeing you in!!! it's because it's a soft reminder that you're his lover and not someone elses ‹//3

𖠵𝟎𝟗: “baby/babe” and “princess/prince.”

𖠵𝟏𝟎: you were the first one he quite literally ran to after his and Jonah's last mission. he clung to you days afterward.

you, however, didn't know what to make of the situation. how were you supposed to know that this Adam was YOUR Adam?

𖠵𝟏𝟏: keeps you closely knitted at his side whenever you two are out together; he wouldn't know what to do if something happened to you.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: sorry y'all, there's no meeting his (actual) parents ‹//3

𖠵𝟏𝟑: the type to get angry-worried at you if you put yourself in front of harm's way. )):

𖠵𝟏𝟒: he knows he probably doesn't deserve you, which terrifies him. he's scared that you're randomly gonna get up and leave one day or that the alternates are going to target you to get to him; you are his one and only weakness.

꩜━━JONAH MARSHALL, VICTIM 04. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟎: LET'S GOOOO MY MANNNN!!! 👹👹 ‼️‼️‼️

𖠵𝟎𝟏: Jonah is 100% your number one hypeman. he's ready to cheer for you on just about anything.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: he always tried to 'subtly' flirt with you before you started dating, thinking he sounded calm and confident. nine times out of ten, he got nervous and stumbled over his words ‹/3

𖠵𝟎𝟑: would not shut up about you to Adam or Sarah.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: a touchy person! he loves to be holding onto you in one way or another. he's basically a koala.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: likes to drag you along on their ghost-hunting uhhh expeditions; Adam doesn't mind because you normally keep him out of trouble, LMFAO.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: loves whenever you run your fingers through his hair! (and he has a lots of it)!

𖠵𝟎𝟕: whenever he gets scared of like... uncertain of something, he'll always pull you protectively at his side.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Jonah probably calls you every pet name in the book, but the most common ones are “baby/babe,” “(my) princess/prince,” and “doll.”

𖠵𝟎𝟗: whenever Adam leaves to investigate the houses, most of the time, Jonah takes that time to make out with you ‹//3

𖠵𝟏𝟎: is the person to go "shh!" whenever you're trying to sleep, and people are being too noisy.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: quite the jealous and protective boyfriend. however, he trusts Adam enough not to be around him.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: has like 10,000 Polaroid pictures of you; he keeps one on him at all times.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: kisses your palms before pressing them against his cheeks, relishing in your touch.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: flirts/compliments you juuust to see you smile or blush.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: squeals very loudly whenever he sees you wearing his clothes.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: boasts about you like he's your mom, LMFAOAOS.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: would throw himself in front of danger if it meant protecting you.

#tmc #the mandela catalogue x y/n #the mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue headcanons #mark heathcliff x reader #cesar torres x reader #adam murray x reader #jonah marshall x reader #tmc cesar #tmc mark #tmc adam #tmc jonah

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