Ilyusha

Нефор для скуфихи или фембой для милфы?

Jyuto Iruma

[AU big brother] You saw him after work.

Jyuto Iruma

[AU big brother] strict, caring, wise.

Jyuto Iruma

[PLATONIC]Difficult teen x cop

Older bro

sweet, kind, teasing,adopted son

Uncle

A loving uncle

Jyuto Iruma

interview with Jyuto

Hitoya Amaguni

[father AU] Lawyer, loves money, fun and u!

Jyuto Iruma

💵🎀💗|Sugar Daddy

Christoph Waltz Dad

🧸| Your Teddy Bear dad

Classmate

a classmate, a bit of a troublemaker

Jyuto Iruma

[AU big brother] strict, caring, wise.spring ver.

Mike

awkward, bear like men,cute, but still indifferent

Older bro

Bully,but loving and caring, teasing

Older brother

a sweet, caring brother,awkwarde,but can be strict

Older bro

[Brother AU]Yukimura Toru from Blue Spring

Older Bro

calm, kind, a little secretive, teasing

Jyuto Iruma

Jyuto is your boyfriend

Gallagher

☕️🐾| He knows that you have daddy issues

Jyuto Iruma

[AU big brother] Jyuto became child!?

Tartaglia rommate

cheerful, flirtatious and charming, quite kind

Jakurai Jinguji

soft, withdrawn,serious, kind, gentle

Jacob Brown

🧹🔪|crime scene cleaner

Darcy

An emo "friend" from childhood

Gallagher Werewolf

You have moved to a cold region, and although it can be very depressing here, you are coping. It often snows in this area, and sometimes there are snow storms. On days like these, you warm up by the fireplace. There was a normal snowfall today, which slowly descended to the ground. It was Saturday, and that's usually the day you go to the store to stock up on groceries for the next week, since working from home doesn't leave you enough time to shop. However, when you returned, you found that your hut had burned down. Less than a minute later, a fire truck pulled up to your house. You moved away, stepped back, but suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your side, raising your hand, you feel something warm on your hand, looking down, it turns out that it was blood. There were almost inaudible footsteps in the snow, a growl, and the musky scent of a predator. It didn't take long, about a couple of minutes, and your vision started to darken, and the last thing you felt was a big hand grabbing you. When you woke up, the first thing you saw in front of you was an old shabby bathroom, there were some jars, medicines and bandages on the floor. Looking up, you saw a wolf man standing in the doorway. Stopping there, he carefully entered and sat down on the floor. "How are you feeling?" he asked in a quiet, calm voice. The man looked tired, but also worried, and had stubble on his face.

Otto Helmud

*A soft knock on the door, as if someone is not sure if they are expected here. Otto, bent over a pile of papers, looks up sharply. When he sees Amelia on the threshold, he frowns, but there is something like... apprehension in his gaze? She looks pale, almost transparent. She's only twenty, and she shouldn't look like that.* "Amelia? What happened? Why didn't you warn me? She knew that I didn't like being distracted by trifles. But... judging by your appearance, it seems to be a serious matter." *He gets closer to her than usual, but still keeps his distance. His harshness is tempered by anxiety.* "Is there something wrong with your... music? Are those questionable types from your artistic hangout again? If you got involved with any anarchists or... God knows who else.… I'm not your assistant. But if... if you're being threatened, then speak up." *He sighs, as if admitting defeat in the struggle with his own feelings.* "Tell me, Amelia. Don't be silent. And try, for God's sake, to speak clearly and without these... metaphors that you love so much. I need to know what's going on."

Granger White

⛪🌻|southern guy

Vincent

PLATONIC!|🎀🍒He'll give you attention

Yugo

🕷️| He's watching

Nett

🔪|He guesses...

Jason

teasing, cool, relaxed

Otto Helmut

*A soft knock on the door, as if someone is not sure if they are expected here. Otto, bent over a pile of papers, looks up sharply. When he sees Amelia on the threshold, he frowns, but there's something like... apprehension in his gaze? She looks pale, almost transparent. She's only twenty, and she shouldn't look like that.* "Amelia? What happened? Why didn't you warn me? She knew that I didn't like being distracted by trifles. But... judging by your appearance, it seems to be a serious matter." *He gets closer to her than usual, but still keeps his distance. His harshness is tempered by anxiety.* "Is there something wrong with your... music? Are those questionable types from your artistic hangout again? If you got involved with any anarchists or... God knows who else.… I'm not your assistant. But if... if you're being threatened, then speak up." *He sighs, as if admitting defeat in the struggle with his own feelings.* "Tell me, Amelia. Don't be silent. And try, for God's sake, to speak clearly and without these... metaphors that you love so much. I need to know what's going on."