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onirique-amaranth · 2 years

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⎮The Doctor's Assistant⎮

⏤ Characters: Dottore⎮reader

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings → sub/bottom Dottore, top/dom Male reader, fingering, getting caught, implied obsessive behaviour, jealousy, size kink, tongue fucking

⏤ 4.400 words

You were one of the last recruits of the Fatui. You haven't been here for long and unfortunately, you were accepted in for your strength and knowledge about weapons, so you knew nothing about the Fatui itself. When your superior proposed you to work for someone since you were new, you were confused, none of those names that he was giving were familiars.

You said one of the numerous names you remembered, uncaring of the outcome when you pronounced the name 'Dottore', your superior's face lost all his colours. With shaky hands, he wrote down your application before leaving in a hurry, mumbling something about 'living a great life'.

You learned later on that he was the 'Doctor' that famous Harbingers for being a monster and killing anyone that would even just dare breathe next to him. This famous doctor who had no to little regard for human life.

Everyone was already considering you as a dead man, they were sure that you would not be here anymore the following week. He had no reason to keep you alive after all, and his temper was as bad if not worst than the Balladeer, there was no way you would not make a mistake that would cost you your life. The day you left to meet him, everyone bid you goodbye, most did not even try to learn your name, knowing it was over for you.

And like they all thought, you made a mistake. But one thing saved your life, your knowledge about Ruin Guards and history. Theses were the only things that helped you staying alive. It happened the first day, while he was working on one of his experiments, you noticed how he misplaced a piece as he was rebuilding a machine. When you tried to tell him, it was your mistake, the interruption made him lose his temper, as he turned to you suddenly, he took away your left eye. You fell to the floor at the sudden pain, holding your face as you look up with difficulty when he ordered you to talk.

“Now, talk. You dare interrupt me, so finish your sentence at least…

Before I kill you.”

It was your end, you knew it, there was no way you could escape this fate. So with angry eyes, you look up at him, ready to spat on his face.

“My apologies, your highness. You misplaced this.

But since you're so smart, you know it's supposed to be on the left shoulder, right?”

Silence took over the room, the tension sending shivers down your spine, but you refuse to look away. His red eyes almost glowed as he glared at you, the pressure making your legs shake as you knew you had already done it. He looks at his experiment, moving the piece you talked about and suddenly, the machine lit up as it seems like it was the last thing that needed to be changed. When Dottore turned back to you, you closed your eyes, ready to accept your death.

But the pain never came, as you thought he was going to torture you instead of giving you a simple death. A hand was placed onto your cheeks, his thumb stroking your jaw gently.

“Tell me more.”

Your knowledge was the only reason why you were still alive. It took you some months to earn his respect, but finally, after some time you became his assistant. He has never been a nice person to begin with, and even less sympathetic to work with, but you made it work. You asked yourself why he kept you alive, and the answer was simple: you had the brain, and it was a good enough reason for him to keep you around. He was not nice nor bad with you, he was just doing his thing.

He got used to your presence rapidly, as you were around him most of the time; he was always working for hours, slouching over his desk as he spent more time on any fragile part of the new experiment. He could sense you in the background, preparing what he needed without waiting for him to ask for it, you were so used to him and his antics that you could almost predict everything he would say or do.

Dottore tolerated you, you were still only someone useful to him, but you were still treated better than any other subordinates. You were well-behaved, not talking without a valid reason, and would ask for permission before doing anything particular. He would always say to the other Harbingers that you were annoying, but any time someone would suggest to him another assistant and to get rid of you, he would refuse immediately before leaving.

He could admit that his workplace has never been this clean and easy to work in before. And slowly, he started to be nicer, you weren't expecting much from the start, but he grew comfortable enough to sometimes ask you your opinion, and let you have a day off once a week.

It was as if you always knew what he was thinking, before he could ask for someone to drink, it was already placed beside him. He needed something? It was already on the metal table. He wanted a report, it was written on his desk with every annotation he required. A material was missing, you were already out buying it. After some time, he decided to make you move into the room next to his workplace, so you were never too far away.

At first, you never had the time to meet the other Fatui, they all thought you were dead when you did not show up after a week. In reality, the work hours with Dottore were hellish, and you had little to no time to do anything, so your day was just: waking up, going to work, finishing all the tasks of the day, going back to your room and sleep. Your disappearance became a mystery, since Dottore himself was not going out too much, neither of you were seen.

But at one meeting, which Dottore was forced to come to, Pierro's order, he entered the room with you following just behind. To say everyone was shocked was an understatement, the three Harbingers present has, themselves, never saw you once. And your appearance was quite surprising, but not in a bad way. Childe could not help but send a wink your way when you looked at him accidentally, which earned him a glare from La Signora and Scaramouche.

Except for your person that was quite attractive, what surprised them the most was your position, as an assistant, for the Fatui, you were a nobody. But you were here, walking as if you were a high-ranked member. They had never seen someone standing so close to him without dying, the only exception being the other Harbingers… and yourself, now. Quickly, the rumour spread and you became someone respected among most, some other rumours were circulating about how you managed to stay alive, but they were all quickly shut down anonymously. Among the Fatui, you were untouchable, rarely seen outside and if you were, it was along one of the craziest men.

Most of your new subordinates respected you and your life was quite peaceful. But this peace was sometimes disturbed by Dottore, anytime he would have a random excess of rage about a recent failed experiment. If you remember good, it was after the fifth time that he stopped injuring you in the process. It was not like it was calming him down to hurt you anyway, since you got used to the pain, and after some time, you stopped reacting as it became something typical. You would just stay in your spot, unmovingly, waiting for the rage to vanish.

It took you another set of months to meet the rest of the Harbingers since you had no reason to see them in the first place. You had the occasion when Dottore send you to deliver a report to Pierro, surprisingly, he trusted you enough for this. On your way, the other nine Harbingers were getting out of the meeting room. As you bow immediately, hiding your face to not get into trouble, you hear someone stop in front of you. You never raise your head, even as a hand was placed on top of your head. The calm voice of the 11th Harbingers reaches your ears.

“Hm… Isn't that… Dottore's assistant?

My My, what a pleasure to meet you again.

Such a great surprise. Is that my birthday gift?”

As he urged you to stand up, you hesitate, unsure if it was a trap to give you a punishment. Thankfully it was not, as he just wanted to talk to you. Actually, he was the one doing the talking since, after months of working with Dottore, talking was not something you were used to anymore. And as you replied, your raspy voice send a shiver down everyone's spine.

You're taken aback when Childe throws his arm around your shoulders casually, or as casually as he could, since you were taller than him, and it forced him to stand on his tiptoes. La Signora was snickering behind him as the Balladeer was looking at you up and down. Childe suddenly asked you if the next day was your day off, making you suspicious, since he had no reason to know this. Even if it was, you weren't really trusting him. In the end, he still invited you to spend some time with him, which you were forced to accept or else you would get killed. Behind your back, Childe was showing a victorious face to Scaramouche, giving him the occasion to talk to you without Dottore in the way.

The next day, Dottore was working as always, in complete silence, since you weren't here, there was no sound of you rummaging through something behind his back. At first, like any of your day off, he was enjoying the silence, but as minutes and hours passed, he grew tenser as if something was missing. Usually, even if you were free to go, you would at least pass by once, just to make sure everything was all right. But today, he never saw you or heard of you, leaving a strange feeling consuming his mind. He left his workshop in the middle of the night, frustrated to an infinite extent as you never showed up like he expected you to. He even brought your favourite drink, which he threw in the bin as he left, angry.

He heard loud voices in the corridor, familiar annoying ones as he recognized immediately who it was, Childe and Scaramouche. He hated them, actually, he hated everything and everyone, but these two particularly, with how insufferable they were. As he passed by them, Childe greeted him with a big sincere smile, his behaviour took him by surprise, even Scaramouche has a gentler smirk than usual. He stopped dead in his tracks out of shock but turned around suddenly when he heard your name get out of Childe's mouth. The sentence that he pronounced made him grit his teeth.

“See I told you that you were going to have fun today.

Isn't he great? And this face and body~ ”

Everything became clear in his mind, you did not show up because you were out with the Balladeer. Who in their right mind would go out with that thing? Suddenly, he noticed how he was not really liked by his subordinates either and took back his words. But still, why would you see him, it made no sense, you never had the occasion to speak with him or Childe anyway. With a frown, he heads to his room, talking to himself, promising that you will never have a day off again. He would not allow it.

And that's how, the next day, when you entered the room, Dottore was standing in front of you angrily. He had his arms crossed over his chest, and an annoyed look on his face, he did not even start work on his new experiment yet, which was surprising.

“So… The Balladeer, uh?”

Your blood ran cold, how long has it been since the last time he frightened you that much? You try to remember any rules related to having no contact with the other Fatui or Harbingers, but nothing came to your mind. Your hands started to shake, knowing it was over for you, you had made your second mistake. As he took a step forward, hand raised, you close your eyes, waiting for the final blow. But it never came, a hand was placed on your torso as Dottore pushed you, making you fall back on the chair behind you. Your mind spiralling, trying to understand what he was going to do, torture perhaps?

One of his hands found its place on your shoulder as the other was resting on your thigh. Before you could process what was happening, he sat down on you, legs on each side of yours as he looked still quite angry. He grips your jaw tightly as he spat each words with so much venom.

“Whose assistant are you?”

“Your assistant, sir.”

“Then why were you with this fucking brat?”

The silence was loud, your mouth opening and closing uselessly as you didn't know how to respond. Dottore had the urge to slice your throat open, but at the same time, he knew it would be a shame to lose someone like you. The Balladeer was the one who needed to get taught a lesson, as he needed to understand that he should not take what was not his. But for now, he had to make sure you understood your mistake. You have been so perfect until now, he gave you everything, but you still left to go out with someone else. With his twisted mind, he was not able to notice how bad his logic was, as he is just your boss, nothing more, but he could not accept it.

He listens as you apologize, but the confusion was still noticeable in your voice as if you did not know what you did wrong. How could you not understand? It was as if he was going to let someone else enter his workplace as you weren't there, it was inconceivable. He had no rights to do so and neither did you have the rights to be close with any other Harbingers. He did not care about the other subordinates, he could just kill them if they were becoming annoying.

You were lost in your thoughts when he grabbed your jaw again, dipping his fingers into your mouth suddenly, forcing your tongue to loll out. He leans forward, sucking on your tongue as he starts to grind onto you, your body reacting on its own as you get hard. What you did not knew, was that he had no experience, and he was already on the edge. But how could you notice it when he was moving like that on top of you. Each roll of his hips was hypnotic, and you could feel yourself drool at the thought of him sitting on your face. You needed to keep your mind in check before it becomes uncontrollable.

You lick your lips, throat drying up as his movements speed up, hips jerking forward as he grew more and more sensitive. He needed more, but his body was already out of stamina. He feels your grip on his hips tighten as your rut against him, an animalist look in your eyes as you lost control of yourself. After all, you spend the last year following him everywhere he went, without a break, never having enough time to be alone and tend to your urges. So what does happen when finally someone offers themselves to you? You go crazy.

Dottore feels tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, he felt his body heat up, a powerful warmth coursing through his body as he was captivated by your blissful face. It seemed like you saw Celestia, you looked at him as if he was your god, finally offering you a sweet release. He gasps as you become rougher, his insides clenching around nothing, he felt too sensitive and wanted to take a break. But as he was going to lift himself up a bit, you forced him down by his hips, you grab his hands, moving them to your neck. You lifted your own hips, rutting your crotch against his clothed ass.

He could feel your length, your breath itching as you bite down on his shoulder, drool covering his shirt as your body is quivering. Your eyes were closed as your body falls lax against the chair, your head rolling back as the sweet feeling takes over your senses. The man on top of you was taken aback, was it that good for you to almost pass out? He starts to think about how you could make him feel that good too, and his thoughts send him overboard.

For the first time in his life, Dottore was not seeing you just as a smart assistant, there was something else. As something clicked in his head, the way you would talk to him, when you would take care of his needs, and the way you move. Nothing about you was innocent or sweet, it was screaming intimidating and lustful, but he never noticed until now. His eyes were going from your parted lips to your blissed-out eyes, before going down to look at your pants. He never saw you in this light, as an attractive man that could, if he wanted to, have anyone kneel in front of him. But no. This man was his assistant, staying in his workplace all day, not caring about anything else than his well-being and experiments.

He leaned forward, licking your lips before kissing you, a strange taste now lingering in his mouth, but he could not recognize it. The way your lips were pressing against his, was making him blush crazily, he wanted to make you feel the same way as he was. He took a deep breath, unbuttoning his pants and yours, your dicks sprang out as his mouth waters at the sight. He could not help but feel embarrassed at the length difference, not only his was shorter but also thinner. But he was sure that he was in the norm, so why were you so big?

As he tries his best to wrap his hand around both shafts, his cheeks heat up at the laugh coming from you, and you look amused as his small hand could not do much. It could barely wrap around your cock only, and this guy was trying to hold both at the same time. You let go of his hip, placing your hand on top of his, holding both your length with one hand, as you start to move it up and down slowly. Teasingly, you look at the doctor straight in the eyes, seeing how he was panting, fighting the urge to cum.

His eyes widened as he just realized that he was in the middle of his lab, perched on your lap as your hand was jerking him off. Anybody could enter the room, most Harbingers doing so without knocking, at any moment they could see you. But as he was going to tell you to stop, your thumb started to play with his tip, forcing him to hold onto your shoulders for dear life as he was losing his mind. Your hand was so warm around him, and the way your cocks were rubbing together was driving him crazy. Slowly, you move your face to his neck, licking the side before biting down, hard. The pain sends tingles to his arms and brain.

The doctor was practically choking on his words, lightly thrusting his hips while letting out loud moans, fucking into your hand. Your thumb playing with his tip, gliding slowly as it lit his nerves on fire, pleasure overwhelming. He was sobbing against you, drooling all over your shirt, so embarrassed at the wet noises filling the room as your hand was almost drenched in his precum. He was crumbling slowly, and you used this opportunity to tease him, stopping all movements of your hand as you lean back, removing your hand from his length. He chased after you, he was so close, and he needed your touch. Your kisses on his jaw paired with some bites distracted him for a second, before you play with the tip of his cock one last time, making him cum instantly.

You watch with hungry eyes as he keeps cumming all over you, body shaking as he can't stop, cock twitching uselessly.

Before he could process what was happening, he was laying on his back, the cold metallic table sticking against his damp and hot skin. As you kneel in between his legs, he wraps them around your head tightly as your tongue slid deeper into his ass. He was so sensitive he could cum over and over again, the feeling of being eaten out made his mind go crazy. Your strong hands holding his thighs apart, head squished in the middle as you lap and suck at his hole, your nails digging into his sensitive flesh.

As he grinds against your tongue, head rolled back as he cries out, unable to keep his noises in, he could feel the knot snap against. He spilt all over his stomach, some drops falling onto your face and hair. As you gently lap at the cum oozing out of his tip, the sound of a door opening is covered by his loud whimpers. The two Harbingers freezing at the view in front of them, Childe and Scaramouche were flustered to no end, seeing you in this position as you make Dottore loses his mind. They leave immediately, but the image could not leave their heads. As they stand in the corridor, still processing what they saw, they look at each other, cheeks red and body temperature rising up as they head to their room, hiding the front of their tight pants with their sweaty hands.

You wanted to fuck him so hard, but his blissed-out face as he was almost passed out on the metallic table told you it was enough for today. He was pathetic, but he was still your boss, and so you decide to please him one last time as you watch his cock hardening again. Dottore whined when he heard some wet sounds, he raises his head, legs instinctively closing as he saw you wet your fingers, your eyes meeting. If you could not use your cock, you could at least help him a little, so he would be able to correctly jerk off to the memory later. You brought one finger to his hole, followed immediately by another one, the foreign feeling heightened his sensitivity, each drag of your fingers into his body send him closer to the edge.

He moaned raspily, throat dry after crying and whimpering for so long. He could see his legs quivering as he cries, tears falling freely from his eyes, the stimulation making him discover something new. When your fingers hit a particular spot, you can't help but smirk, the third finger being added quickly as you slammed them against his prostate. He cried, hips grinding down as he forced two fingers into his mouth, silencing himself. You stretch him more, thrusting your fingers in and out. And before you knew it, he was screaming, cumming untouched as he empty himself over your face, mumbling your name as he gives you the most fucked out smile ever.

His fuzzy mind was not able to comprehend whatever was happening around you, but you were able to. And when the door opened, a single person entered the room too lost in their thoughts to notice the scene in front of them. Pantalone froze on the spot as he raised his head, Dottore laying on his work table as you're kneeling in between his legs, face covered in his cum as you lick your lips. He watches as the doctor's head lolls to the side, too out of it to see who he was looking at, a dumb smile spreading across his face. As he was going to turn around to leave the room, thinking you did not notice him, he sees you licking your lips with a satisfied face when you looked at him, straight in the eyes. You give him a big smile before sticking your tongue out, the black-haired male blushing violently as the door slam behind him.

Dottore barely understands that someone saw him like that, embarrassment hardly reaching his brain, as he grabs a tissue to clean your face. He was weak in the knees, his body too tired to move correctly as he stands up, motioning for you to help him. With shaky legs, he falls onto the chair, panting. He tugs your face closer to his by your hair, kissing you softly, moaning as the gentle feeling eases his aching heart.

As you were going to leave the room, still hard but glad you gave your boss a good time, he surprised you by kneeling in front of you. Jerking you off quickly before letting you cum in his awaiting mouth. Immediately, he tucks you back into your underwear as he buttons your pants. He stands up, leaning against the wall for support as he grabs your jaw to kiss you one last time, acting as if he was not blushing like crazy.

Dismissing you for the day, satisfied with what happened, convinced that you were not going to see anyone else. You do as he asks, just taking the time to squeeze his ass before doing so, just to annoy him. You doubt your life was in danger anymore anyway, after what just happened. When you got out, Pantalone was still there, back leaning against the wall as he looks at you up and down. He makes a strange sign before leaving, hips almost swaying as he walks, as you stand there half-confused at what he meant. While somewhere else, Childe and Scaramouche were separately jerking off to what they saw, imagining themselves instead of Dottore. It's true that you were his assistant, but it did not mean that you could not give a helping hand to the other Harbingers too, right?

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

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bloomries · 1 year

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Uhm hi i don't really know how to use Tumblr lol I think this is how you do requests??

So anyway do you mind doing like the brothers (and side characters including Luke if you want) reacting to Mc that has like REALLY long hair that's like down to their ankles and they have them in 2 braids and all?

And like if Mc spins them around or trips on them or accidently hits someone with them lol

Sorry if it's too much aaaaa

HAVING LONG HAIR

﹙ ✿ ﹚── includes : the seven demon brothers (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor).

﹙ ✿ ﹚── synopsis : you have incredibly long hair, which leads to a lot of shenanigans.

﹙ ✿ ﹚── warnings : 2nd person pov. gn! reader. reader's hair is described as long & flowy, and is usually in two braids (similar to jinx's from arcane/lol).

﹙ ✿ ﹚── blossom's note : you did perfectly sending a request haha don't worry! i hope you like how i wrote your request out!

LUCIFER

It's certainly pretty, Lucifer thinks. He'll definitely admire how long you've managed to grow it out— and also your hard work to put it in a nice style!

Well offer to help you braid your hair, since it takes quiet sometime, but expect the braid to be sloppy— many random strands sticking out.

He'll definitely be watching some Deviltube videos later on how to properly braid hair!

"Ah, so like this?" Lucifer asks, a bobby pin sticking out one side of his mouth as his concentrated gaze doesn't stray from his hard work. He's spent nearly an hour on helping you with your hair. What was meant as a means to help speed up the process only turning into it taking longer.

"It looks good enough," You shrug, but Lucifer isn't having it. If it's not perfect, why bother? He sighs, and begins undoing the side he did. "H- Hey!? What are you doing?"

"I'm restarting, of course. I won't have such sloppy handiwork be associated with me." He tsks, as if that's obvious. You slump, your stomach beginning to grumble- you were already wishing your breakfast adieu, knowing Lucifer truly intended on having it come out perfect.

Lucifer grows more concerned each time you trip on your hair. Please be more careful!

Genuinely wonders how many of your bruises come from you tripping on your hair alone, he can count at least five from the top of his head but he's too nervous to ask.

Finds himself prepared to catch you at all times!

"Ahh, goin' down!" You squeak as you feel first a tug on the back of your head before your foot slipping. Lucifer is already there though, catching you in his arms. He lets out a relieved sigh before giving you a weak glare.

"Honestly, have you ever thought of just... cutting your hair?" He inquires. He's not sure how much more his poor heart can handle. Humans are incredibly fragile, you know!

"Wha- No way!" You pout, pushing yourself off of him and giving a little twirl. "I've worked too hard on growing it~" You simply tell him, before swiping the braid he worked on behind your shoulder and continuing on your way.

MAMMON

Mammon is fascinated. Whenever he gets bored during a class, or just in general really, he always finds his gaze drifting to your long as hell hair.

100% plays with the ends if you'll let him! Twirling it around his finger, flicking it, etc. He just can't help but start playing with your hair!

Once accidentally undid a braid and panicked and tried to fix it but totally failed, but you had no clue until later that day-

Mammon tapped his pencil against the library desk, his cheek flat against the book he was supposed to be studying. His eyes were trained on the pencil until he heard you mumble something under your breath and then his eyes just couldn't leave your hair.

Reaching out, Mammon took the end of your braid and started messing with it, suddenly amused. Was so lost in his thoughts, playing with your hair, that he didn't even noticed when you turned to look at him, nor did he hear when you asked what he was doing.

It wasn't until you flicked his forehead that he dropped your hair and sat upright, his face growing warm. "Uh- I, I wasn't doin' anything- swear!"

Laughs so fucking hard when you smack someone with your hair— like, he might burst a lung laughing so hard! Tears in his eyes, clutching his sides kind of laughter.

Begs you to smack Lucifer with your hair- "it'll be funny!"- and even tempts you with some money if need be.

Mammon gave you a thumbs up, letting you know he was recording. "Oh, Lucifer! There's something I need to ask you!" Lucifer, unaware of Mammon, approaches you and asks what's the matter. "Is there something on my back?" You ask, before twirling around, your hair flying and hitting Lucifer in the face.

The video captured perfectly the loud thwip! and the irked face Lucifer tried to contain, along with Mammon's stifled laughter which was spilling out. Lucifer's eyes darted to Mammon.

Let's just say both you and Mammon were hanging upside for quite some time.

LEVIATHAN

BEGS you to cosplay some characters with him yes that includes Jinx-

Would love to help you braiding your hair, and may even ask if you wanted to try some other hairstyles too! He has plenty of practice with styling cosplay wigs!

"You look amazing!" Leviathan gushed, totally enamored by how good you look in the cosplay he made for you. "Oh, oh, m-maybe try twirling? Wanna see your hair in action!" Levi nods, snapping a few pictures, proud with his choice.

"What about this?" You offer, giving a sassy type pose as you toss your hair over your shoulder. Levi nearly faints from how good it is! Several photos later, and an almost nosebleed, you two are crowded around the computer as he edits the photos.

"Ah, if I do this," Leviathan mumbles as he clicks a few buttons, "Your hair can be blue! Or pink! O-or purple!" He chuckles, looking at your awestruck face. Who knew he was so good with all this editing stuff? Anywhere, expect a few of your cosplay photos to be put on posters around his room.

Yes, you trip over your hair all the time, but so does Leviathan.

You two get tangled up all the time due to your hair. One wrong move and bam! you two will be stuck for hours hoping someone nearby hears your calls for help.

But is this a chance to tease him a little bit? Yes, yes it is.

"You know, if you wanted to be around me, all you had to do was ask." Leviathan whines, so not finding you funny. You chuckle, finding humor in yourself since Levi doesn't. "Well, it's not like this is the first time this has happened, stop panicking."

"That's the problem!" He grumbles, face a warm pink. "Y- You're totally doing this on purpose! You're just messing with a weird otaku like me, aren't you?" Levi visibly gets a relieved kind of excitedness when he hear footsteps. "H- Help! Someone help!"

But as the footsteps fade, Levi can only groan and rest his head against you. "Looks like were knot getting out of this one anytime soon."

"Nooo! I'm begging you, stop!"

SATAN

Finds your hair everywhere. Literally everywhere— and you can't deny it's yours, it's much too long to belong to anyone else!

Has teased you about knitting you a sweater out of your own hair from how much he finds!

Offers to place a few enchantments on your hair to help keep it healthy. After all, that's a lot of hair, it's probably hard to keep it so nice and luscious as you do!

Satan frowned upon seeing yet another very long strand of hair entangled with his sweater. "Again? This is the fifth one I found today," He states, holding it out to you. "I believe this is yours." You take the strand of hair from him, a bit bewildered by the action, before giggling.

"Sorry," You say, playing with the strand out of boredom. "Just think of them as little reminders of me~" Satan was not amused by your words, rolling his eyes. "Kinda like I'm always with you, right?" Now you're just being creepy, Satan thinks as he shakes his head.

"You are always with me anyways." He informs you, because it's true. You two are practically glued to the hip most days— not that he's complaining, of course. "But if I find anymore in my sweaters, I'll start using them with a few spells and hexes I've been wanting to try." Ah, perhaps you'll start being more careful with your hair...

Once he witnessed you slam your hair in the door behind you and then fall on your butt- and then was a good laugh.

Don't worry, he did help you, but only after he calmed down.

Will hold the door open a few seconds longer when he holds it open for you, just in case.

"And then..." Satan's word died in his throat, his classmate forgotten as he spotted you. Whilst his classmates talked on, Satan watched you from afar, content. That is, until he watches as you walked through a door and your hair got caught!

"Oh!" Satan's eyes widened as he watched your head get tugged back and then as you fell to the ground, your body now slumping against the glass door. He snickered into his fist, trying to cover up his laugh as best he could but unable to contain it.

"Ahem, please excuse me." He left his group in order to help you, and possibly comfort if you feel embarrassed. Either way, he'll definitely mentally file this as blackmail, should he need it later.

ASMODEUS

Oh you already know Asmodeus loves your hair! Perhaps he's even a little jealous by how long and pretty it is! Although don't get him wrong, he still thinks his hair is the best.

Wants to try out a bunch of different hairstyles on you, test his skills and all.

When he's out and about and see any pretty hair accessories, he always buys them with you in mind~

"Hold still!" Asmo whines, "I'm almost done, swear!" His tongue poking out the corner of his mouth, his eyes trained on your hair that he's styling. "Aaaannnnd... Done!" He cheers, clasping his hands together as he pulls away from you, admiring his handiwork.

Your usual two braids, however with a fun twist— hairclips! Tons and tons of hairclips! He had collected so many, along with several gifts for you, and now they decorate your hair! So pretty~ He coos as he hands you a mirror for you to see his art.

"Oh wow!" You say, "... My head feels heavy... How many did you put in my hair?" You ask, trying to count, but Asmo hushes you as he takes the mirror back.

"Just appreciate my hard work, won't you?"

Asmo will definitely gasp every time you somehow manage to trip over your hair or hit someone with it.

He'll also definitely be holding back a giggle if you get scolded for hitting someone with your hair.

He'll try to help you to make sure you don't ruin your hair by tripping over it too often though!

"Oh, darling!" Asmo tsks, helping you up after gasping loudly in shock. "Hm, you really need to be more careful." He hums, looking at your hair inquisitively. Perhaps a hairstyle that would give the appearance of shorten length would be better? You'd certainly trip less.

"Asmo? Asmo what are you thinking about right now?" You ask nervously, the glint in his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. There was something brewing in that mind of his.

"Oh nothing," He waves his hand dismissively. "Just wondering which chair is most comfortable to sit in for hours on end." He has many things planned for your hair. No more tripping! You're going to ruin your hair!

BEELZEBUB

Beelzebub doesn't have many thoughts on your hair— it's hair. The length is cool, he guesses? He doesn't really pay attention to it much.

However if you're dancing or spinning around, he might be a bit mesmerized by the flowy movements.

Beelzebub was on his way to workout when he stopped by your room, your door open and revealing you dancing to some of your favorite songs. Working up quite the sweat, Beelzebub couldn't help but smile at your joyous giggles and loud singing. You looked like you were having fun.

It wasn't until you nearly tripped that he took notice of your hair. Of how it trailed after you as you spun around, or how it bounced as you jumped. Sort of like a river? Or something? Beelzebub leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest and a smile on his face.

"Pretty." He mumbled to himself, watching for a little longer before leaving you in peace, you still dancing around unbeknownst to your secret intruder.

Beelzebub does notice that whenever you two go out to eat or something that your hair almost always ends up in your mouth or food.

He's a bit concerned for you... Might unconsciously make sure to brush your hair behind your back or something like that.

"And then I said-" You grimace, pulling a strand of your own hair out of your mouth and staring at it in horror. Beelzebub chuckles at your dumbfounded expression. "Ugh, again- eww..." you grumble in disgust.

"Hold still," Beelzebub says, leaning over the table to brush your hair behind your back, making sure to tuck any stray stands away. "There. Hopefully no more will fall into your food." He says, smiling reassuringly at you.

Your cheeks warm up, and you look down at your food. "Y- Yeah! Thanks, Beel!" Clearing your throat, you continue on with your story, a fuzzy feeling in both yours and Beelzebub's stomach— and not from the good food!

BELPHEGOR

Belphie couldn't possibly imagine how you deal with having such long hair— it makes him tired just watching you style it.

Doesn't really say anything unless your hair ends up disrupting his slumber, but even then that's a very hard thing to accomplish.

Belphie's eyes are trained on your figure, watching as you braid your hair like you do almost every morning. He yawns, snuggling further into his favorite pillow, his eyelids growing heavy. "How long does that take you?" He mumbles, blinking slowly. He's not sure he'll be awake to hear the answer.

"Mm... Half an hour? Hour? Don't know." You shrug, continuing. Belphie hums in acknowledgement, being lulled by the repeated motion of your fingers weaving your hair together. In, out, around, Belphie feel exhausted just watching you.

Honestly, he's impressed you have the energy to do that everyday. With another yawn, he closes his eyes. He's done enough today.

Finds is hilarious when you accidentally trip over your hair or smack someone with it.

Similar to Mammon, he might ask you to slap Lucifer with your hair and say it was an 'accident' or something bc he thinks that'd be fun to watch.

Will get pouty if he gets slapped though, or if he trips over it (which happened once or twice, because he never lifts his feet, he's always trudging around).

"Belphie! Morning- wAH!" What was supposed to be a sweet greeting was interrupted as Belphegor tripped over your hair, pulling you down with him. "Ugh, seriously?" You whine, pain aching all over your body as you look down at Belphie.

"How's this my fault? Get a haircut," He grumbles, staring up at the ceiling. "Mmghm... I don't wanna get up now," He glares at you, and you roll your eyes. Getting up, your offer him a hand, and he stares at it for a few minutes before groaning.

"Only 'cause 'm kinda hungry..." He took your hand and you pulled him up, him stumbling about before composing himself. "Keep your hair to yourself, 'kay?" With that Belphie trudged forward, once again shuffling his way towards the kitchen.

﹙ ✿ ﹚thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!

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moriartsy · 3 months

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beyond gilded chains

pairing: jim moriarty x fem!reader

warnings: toxic parents, anxiety attack, sexual tension

summary: what is the lesser of two evils? your father and his world of elites he wants to trap you in? or the overt yet unspoken reality of moriarty's darkness?

w/c: 1.7K

a/n: okay, i know this is kind of cliché, but i have an idea for a jim moriarty story and i have to warm up before i get into it. so i wrote this. i plan on writing a second part and possibly making it a series of oneshots / drabbles. but we'll see how it goes...you can send in requests if you want (and if there are any moriarty enthusiasts still)! thank you for reading !! <3

The grand ballroom of the opulent Ravenscroft Hall shimmered with a golden hue as crystal chandeliers bathed the room in a soft, ambient glow. A symphony of murmurs filled the air, blending seamlessly with the soothing melodies of a string quartet playing in the background. Lavish floral arrangements adorned each table, their fragrances intermingling with the scent of expensive perfumes a polished mahogany.

You stood at the periphery of the extravagant scene, your eyes wandering over the sea of elegantly dressed attendees, each adorned in designer gowns and tailored suits. You fidgeted with the hem of your own exquisite dress, a creation of silk and lace that clung to your figure with the same precision as the couturier's careful stitching.

Despite the expensive fabric enveloping your body, your mood was in a poor state. Honestly, you’d rather be at home, rewatching The Office for the millionth time, but your parents will never let you not attend these events. It's like a chore.

Your parents were proponents of social grace and high society and they had meticulously trained you to navigate such events with poise, concealing any trace of your true feelings beneath a veneer of practiced smiles and genteel conversation.

You sighed.

Suddenly, you felt a new presence at your side. Following the sound of slow footsteps, you found one of your father's associates wearing a smirk that mirrored the self-assured glint in his eyes, sauntering towards you with his hand in the pocket of his dark pants as the other held the fragile flute, a fizzy liquid swirling inside.

"I can see attending these social shindigs brings you such a genuine pleasure. A sheer joy is just radiating from your every pore.“ he said, his words dripping with sarcasm.

You forced a tight smile. "That would be an understatement, Moriarty."

You took a sip of your Dom Pérignon, the liquid gold sliding down your throat as Jim chuckled, unfazed by your icy demeanor.

"Is there something you want, Moriarty, or are you just here to grace me with your charming company?"

Moriarty grinned, "I'm just marveling at the spectacle, my dear. Your enthusiasm is truly contagious."

Rolling your eyes, you retorted, "If that's all, then kindly go and marvel elsewhere. Go strangle someone just because they looked at you the wrong way."

Moriarty feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart as his lips formed an 'O' and his brown eyes widened.

"Oh, (Y/N), don't be like that. I thought we were bonding over our shared love for wealth and excess this boring bunch put on display oh so exquisitely," he said as his hand, still occupied by the glass, swept over the room before facing you again with a knowing smile. "But just so you know. I just did." He added with mischief.

You honestly didn't know if he was joking just to entertain you or maybe intimidate you. Moriarty was capable of bringing all of those people to their knees right in that instance. Including you.

"Do you really want my father to come after you that much? He won't stand for anyone bothering his precious daughter, you know," you sassed with an ironic smile, bluffing your way through.

"Ah, the protective father card, awfully clever.“ He murmured, his eyebrows knitted together before his expression became serious again as he leaned in. His scent invaded your nostrils as you fought to maintain your composure. "But you and I both know, (Y/N), your dear father is at my beck and call. He wouldn't dare lift a finger against me, no matter how many threats you throw around."

You held his gaze, but as much as you tried to hide the signs of the turmoil he stirred within you, you cou+ldn’t help but grind your teeth together. You knew there was no point in attempting to deceive him. He was remarkably good at reading people and you couldn’t be more of an open book to him.

His eyes fell to your lips just for a millisecond before they bored into yours once again.

Suddenly, a clink of the glasses between your bodies made you jump and he smirked at that.

"Cheers," he said with his psychotically soft voice, taking a sip of his drink. With that, Jim turned around a walked away, disappearing into the sea of the richest.

You exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He seems to always find you at these events, making your blood boil every time.

Your solitude was short-lived, though, because soon enough, your father appeared at your side. He observed you with a scrutinizing gaze.

"(Y/N), my dear, what was that all about? What did that spider want?"

Always adept at concealing the complexities of your emotions, you responded with a nonchalant smile.

"Oh, nothing. Just a brief exchange of pleasantries."

He probed further. "Pleasantries? You seemed rather tense. Did he say anything about me? Any threats, perhaps?“

Your father was a man driven by self-interest and the desire to maintain his social standing. Moriarty was right, your father would be willing to sell you in pieces if it meant saving his own ass.

You shook your head, your expression composed. "No, Dad, nothing like that. Just some small talk."

Satisfied but still slightly suspicious, your father linked his arm with yours. "Well, let's not dwell on such matters. We're here to enjoy the evening, aren't we?"

He guided you through the lavish crowd, engaging you in conversations that held little interest for you. Stock portfolios, luxury vacations, and exclusive club memberships. You hear it all the time.

It didn't take long for your father to notice your disinterest, though, and it didn't make him happy.

"You should really take more interest in these matters. People talk, you know. It's essential for your future, especially in our circle.“ He hissed at you when he made sure nobody was paying attention, his words dripping with toxicity that echoed the unspoken expectations of your privileged world.

In that moment, you fought an overwhelming urge to snap back, to unleash the resentment that had long been bubbling beneath the surface. You just bit your lip, resisting the impulse.

"I'm sorry, I'm just tired is all," you said with a tight-lipped smile before putting on the aristocratic mask and this time truly engaging in the conversation.

But the air started to feel thick and your eyes started stinging. You couldn’t take a nice deep breath and your joints started to tingle. You quickly put the flute on the tray the passing hostess was holding to hide the slight tremor in your hands.

Fuck. Here we go again.

5 things I can see: chandeliers, flowers, couples dancing, gilded mirrors, candles.

4 things I can touch: my dress, the Champagne glass, smooth marble surfaces, my silver necklace.

3 things I can hear: string quartet melodies, hushed conversations, footsteps.

2 things I can smell: rich perfume, and leather shoes.

1 thing I can taste: bitter Champagne.

You'd fought this anxiety battle right in the middle of a circle of elites many times before and you'd always pushed through. And you always will.

As you finally managed to take a breath and your tears dissolved, you took a quick scan of the room, catching the sight of Moriarty as he watched you.

Great. I’ll never hear the end of this.

The circle of riches finally broke not long after your crisis, and you took that opportunity to excuse yourself from the suffocating atmosphere. The sound of your high heels echoed through your personal space as you headed toward the exit. Unbeknownst to you, on the other side of the room, Moriarty discreetly signaled to his bodyguard it was time to leave, making his exit too.

As he stepped into the darkness of the night, he unbuttoned his midnight blue suit jacket, his eyes scanning the grandiose driveway. He started descending down the grand staircase and as soon as he reached the bottom, he spotted you leaning against the newel post of the steps, your eyes closed and arms crossed over your rising chest.

Jim jerked his head at his bodyguard, who nodded and rushed away, leaving you and Jim alone.

"It's a shame for such a magnificent creature to be hiding out here." You opened your eyes, slightly turning your head to follow his nearing form. "I mean, can they even call themselves 'crème de la crème' when you're not around?" he asked with a furrowed brow as if it was a serious question.

"You're disgusting," you said and let your eyelids fall again, rolling your head back into its original position, the sturdy structure of the stone scratching the back of your head.

He was now right in front of you, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

„Your father certainly knows how to orchestrate an impressive show. How long are you planning to dance to his tune?“

You opened your eyes again, the cool darkness giving way to the silhouette of Jim Moriarty standing before you. As your gaze locked with his dark brown eyes, you felt a complex mix of emotions swirling within.

Everything about him was dark, a demon steeped in shadows, but as your eyes lingered on his, you couldn't shake the feeling that, in some inexplicable way, he appeared lighter than the suffocating life you led with your parents.

"Well, you know. It's a waltz I've mastered"

„Sure, sure. But I also know you can only twirl around the predictable steps for so long before the music changes.“

You studied each other in silence before your forms were illuminated by the headlights of a black SUV. He turned on his heels and headed towards the awaiting car, pulling a gum out of his pocket and popping it into his mouth. Once he reached the vehicle, he opened the back door and turned to you, tilting his head as he waited for you to make a decision.

There was no point in stalling, he knew what you were going to decide anyway. You pushed yourself off the hardness of the pillar and walked towards the car. Moriarty smirked as the two of you locked eyes, watching as you got in.

Before he followed your suit, he took a glance at the doors leading inside the manor, spotting your father as he watched the situation unfold with terror on his face. Jim’s smirk widened as his jaw worked the gum, savoring the flavor. Then he disappeared into the luxury of his SUV, and your father only watched as the car sped away, the tires screeching against the rubble of the driveway.

tbc.

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a/n2: thank you for making it this far! sorry for the pineapples.

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marthawrites · 11 months

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I just finished reading "The Gift That Keeps Giving" and omg the way you wrote Daemon is just 🥵😘🤌🏽!!! That said, if your requests are open, I can get you an imagine/oneshot rough nsfw Mean Dom!Daemon x wife poc! fem reader, where they have a great relationship, but reader is the bold and sassy type. And one day she ends up doing something (on purpose) that makes him really , like really really angry (the kind of latent anger that almost makes him take Caraxes and burn everything) but instead he takes it out on the person in charge (reader in this case). With a lot of degradation, spanking, choking, hair pulling and all the kinks you want (be as nasty and bold as possible please🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 I have a very big thirst for this man and I can't help myself, sorry🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️) With aftercare and a fluffy at the end please? (feel free to ignore and sorry for my english)

Hello sweet anon! I love that you enjoyed "The Gift That Keeps Giving". I appreciate your patience and I hope this lil smutty story tickles your fancy!

Punishment

Daemon Targaryen x POC wife reader

Word count: 1.9k+

About: Just because you're in the honeymoon phase with the Rogue Prince doesn't mean you can escape a proper punishment for disrespect.

Includes: Explicit sexual content featuring everything listed in the request, as well as breeding kink

Note: Hello lovely reader! This is porn with very little plot. I urge you to re-read the request to make sure rough themes are something you'll get a tickle from reading. As always, please enjoy! ♥

"You're both dismissed. Leave us. Lest you wish to hear me punish my wife," Daemon said curtly to the guards outside your marriage chamber. He held you firmly by the back of your neck, and the tension of his jaw had both guardsmen bowing before scurrying off.

If you could go back in time – even a mere fifteen minutes – you would. You'd seen your husband angry before, but never quite like this.

Before the guards made it to the corridor's bending curve, the heavy door to your shared quarter opened and slammed closed. Silence followed.

Once inside the room, Daemon's grip around you tightened. "I suppose you think you're terribly funny," he sneered at you, purple eyes burning like the center of a flame. Free hand loosened his belt as he maintained a steady gaze with your umber eyes.

You hissed beneath your breath at the tightness of his grip. The pads of his fingers dug into the smooth flesh of your neck, the slim muscles and tendons straining against his unwavering hold. "You're hurting me. Let go," you said lowly, eyes blazing in a mirror of his own. Both hands lifted to his forearm in an attempt to push it away. It was in vain, however, for he was much stronger than you and he barely budged against your touch. "I said–,"

" –I heard what you said." He released the back of your neck in order to grip the back of your head; your hair a single thick rope of carefully braided tresses. Yanking, he forced your attention up to him. "I've been too easy on you, wife, to think you can run your cunty little mouth like that."

A furious blush rushed to your cheeks. "You Targaryens and your fragile egos," you snapped, daring and bold, glaring at him straight on. A dull ache prickled your scalp and you did your best to ignore it. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing his aggression pained you.

"Fragile egos," he scoffed and finally released your screaming hair. "Maybe today will be when I fuck a dragon inside you. Grace you with the gift of carrying a silver haired babe. Perhaps then you'll understand the fury of a Targaryen."

Your marriage to the Rogue Prince, thus far, has been fruitless. On any other normal day you two were still under the honeymoon spell; wed for no more than six months. As if fated by the Gods, after the death of his first wife a series of events began and within the span of a few short months, Daemon’s courting led to a proper wedding. You were of a lesser House than his own, and your dowry perhaps modest in comparison to what else his name and title could bring. Yet it seemed to matter little to him. The Targaryen prince was more than charmed by you. He gifted you with silks, jewels, and perfumes, carefully choosing colors and gems to accentuate the lovely hue of your skin. Dark, and rich, and shimmering with its softness, he reveled in the stark contrast of your bodies. Often, when you were alone, he requested you wear only the finest of sheer wispy silks so he could see, and appreciate, all of you.

King’s Landing was your home now. Daemon was your home.

“You underestimate the fury of my blood, husband,” you retorted, secondhand anger swelling in your chest. What you said in conversation with King Viserys during the midday meal wasn’t even that bad. Daemon was just moody. Cranky. Crotchety about God's knew what. You had seen the way the two brothers glanced at each other with lingering tension, and you didn’t understand why it was taken so personally. In spite of that you never imagined it would lead to what was happening now.

So distracted by your own fury you hadn’t realized Daemon had you over his lap upon your marriage bed. The thick bulk of his thighs were spread to better distribute your weight across his lap. He pulled the hems of your gown up over the swell of your backside, fingers of one hand curling beneath the waist of your smallclothes. Without even bothering to untie the ribbons around your hips he wrenched them down your legs. In a single skillful motion he fisted the material. He shoved the balled up fabric in your mouth. “You don’t get to talk.”

The makeshift gag muffled your sound of protest. Something even more dangerous than fury simmered beneath your surface. Arousal. You hated, absolutely hated, how soaked the prince’s roughness made you.

He laid a smack against the swell of your ass.

It rendered you speechless, motionless: pulse hammered beneath your chest, behind your ears, and in the tips of your fingers. With the sting and echo of a second smack, your thighs clenched together. And with a third, your fists balled atop the bedclothes as your eyes squeezed shut.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew to never pull these shenanigans again. Yet… a tiny part, a drop of rain amidst the ocean, wondered if it would take the same shenanigans, or something more, for him to reach this level of anger with you again.

A fourth, and fifth, landed on you. It stung. Your flesh throbbed and the sight of redness blossoming beneath your skin had your husband grinning all to himself. A sixth.

You whimpered incoherently behind the gag. It hurt – not only your body but your ego, too – and the slick space between your thighs quivered with desperation.

Calloused fingers dipped to test your reaction to his punishment. They were met with warmth, wetness, and a muffled whimper he was very familiar with. A mocking laugh sounded from above you. “Oh, you like this?” Daemon cooed sarcastically. “My bold, feisty little wife… a soaking, whimpering, gagged mess. You lecherous harlot.” Two fingers pushed into you with little restraint, your reddened ass propping up to coax him deeper.

Pleasure immediately blazed through your senses. The delicious stretch of his fingers had your back arching and fists easing in the sheets. If your mouth wasn’t stuffed full it would have hung open from the sensation. Pain's edge seemed to increase the intensity of your pleasure and he only just started. Between the spanking and degradation a blush burned your cheeks, and now it burned even brighter as the wet sounds of your cunt began to fill the room. You were soaked. He knew just how to work you – where to push, or stroke, or curl – and he did just that. Relentlessly.

Just as the coil of bliss threatened to snap, he withdrew his digits. “Don’t think you get to finish yet. I’m debating if I should even let you find release today.”

A dagger rested sheathed on his belt, and he wasted no time in grabbing its hilt and slicing up through the fabric of your dress; its whispered rip nearly lost between your muffled pants. Once it dawned on you, yet another wave of fury rose to your chest. This was one of your favorites! A gift from your husband. Oranges, reds, and blacks, with intricate stitchery and patterns of gold thread. Finally, that's what made you spit out the ball of your slobbery smallclothes. "What the hells!" You glared up at him from over your shoulder, aghast.

Daemon laughed. "It was mine to give and mine to take." He moved you off him and stood. Even though he'd just sliced your dress in half, he removed it from you gently. Somewhere in the back of your mind you thought perhaps there might still be a chance to save it.

You were too stunned to speak, and merely finished disrobing as you watched your husband do the same. God's he was so lovely. Handsome and strong, his body wholly a warrior's with its scars and subtly padded muscles. Once he was nude the state of his own arousal had your mouth watering. His cock, fully hardened and glistening at the tip, was reddened with need. With the angle, you barely had time to admire the sight of his stones, too, before he was on top of you. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist.

"My sweet wife…," he said, eyes dark as he tilted his head and regarded your submissive position. "If only you knew when to shut the fuck up."

You had truly, undoubtedly, pissed him off. His eyes were black and palms rough as he pressed up your belly to your breasts. You squeaked as he pinched your dark nipples, the weight of your titflesh filling his palms. "I'm sorry," you said, eyes sincere. "I didn't mean it like that, husband, you know that."

Glaring down at you, he sniggered. "Disrespect and lying in the same hour?" He slapped your tits, cock twitching at the gasp you made at the impact. One hand pressed into the bed by your head for support while the other wrapped around your slim neck. He knew how to do it without causing any real harm. He squeezed. Choking. "The only thing you're good for is warming my cock."

In a single harsh drive if his hips, his girthy length split you open. Your legs wrapped around him tighter due the deadly combination of: looming above you, choking you, fucking you. A restrained whine and moan tore from your throat; your eyes half lidded and locked on him.

"Maybe I'll tie you up. Keep you locked in here so I can use you as, and whenever, I wish," he said, purple eyes glinting with darkness and delight. He snapped into you firmer, slower, making sure every inch of him dragged along every inch of your saturated walls.

Even with his hand around your throat you rolled and moved your hips with him, meeting him halfway on each thrust. This carnal side of Daemon, in all of his shameless glory, always had you needy for more. The edges of your vision began to blur with the restriction of your oxygen. Yet, still, you fucked him as he drove into you, eager and whining and dripping, more akin to a lady of the street of silk than a lady of a respectable House.

"You'd probably like that a little too much though, huh? Yeah… fuck. Look at your greedy cunt sucking me in. You filthy bitch." He finally let go of your throat to instead grip your hips. His fingers sunk into the soft flesh as he railed along your sweet spot, basking in the wanton cries of your pleasure.

"Just like that…!" you panted, breathless. "Please, Daemon.. 'm so close." And you were.

He didn't stop.

Your legs squeezed around him tighter, as tight as you could, and the obscene noises of your wet slapping skin sent you over the edge. Waves of orgasm washed over you and for a moment you thought you might have left your body. Scratches from your clean fingernails raked down the corded muscles of his forearms.

An inward hiss flared his nostrils and with one final push he spilled against the deepest part of your body. Your panting and his quiet moans melded into one as he relished the deep satisfaction of seeding his wife. He ran a hand over your belly. "Don't move, ābrazȳrys, keep all that right there where it belongs," wife he said as he slowly pulled free from you.

Sweat sheened over both of you and the midday sun sparkled atop your bodies. In the summer heat you laid and relaxed next to each other, content to catch your breath, your emotions, and let the sweat cool upon your skin.

"During dinner you will apologize to my brother," Daemon said after a few long moments.

With a quirk of your brow, you asked, "or what?"

"Or I will make this look like gentle lovemaking."

You knew he meant it.

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed, please consider a follow and/or reblog and/or letting me know! It would make me vvvery happy ♥

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bittersweetimaginings · 29 days

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Saw that you wrote for Alex DeLarge!! What if he had a girlfriend who was a professionally trained opera singer?

Shiny thing - Alex DeLarge x Opera singer! Reader HC!

⚠️Content warning: Descriptions/mentions of possessive, abusive and overall toxic behavior.

*These characters do not belong to me, all rights to their respective owners, this is just a piece of entertainment by and for fans.

Summary: You become Alex’s newest interest.

Reader’s pronouns: She/Her

Keys: Y/N = Your Name.

Recommendation: None(? I think…Consider donating to my Ko-fi!

Author's note: If you want to send your own request, please check the Disclaimers & Rules post and the MASTERLIST post to see more content and which characters are available.

It's no secret that for Alex, classical music holds a special place in his heart.

So it's only natural that you, with your talent as an opera singer, drew his absolute attention.

The moment he heard such a beautiful melody leave your lips... he was ensnared.

How could he not be? He just knew you were right for him. He had to have you.

At first, Alex would go above and beyond with his lovebombing attentions, more so than with any other girl, mostly because he views/considers you to be above them all.

Which, considering this is Alex DeLarge we are talking about, is not necessarily a compliment.

You see, Alex views most women he's interested in as toys he can play around with and discard, maybe even faithful dogs that must do his bidding whenever he requests something from them.

But you... you're on a different level, admittedly mostly for your talents, grace, and knowledge of music.

He views you as a precious object he needs to acquire, maybe a precious nightingale he's on the hunt for, and the only thing he can think about is how nice it would be to have you as his precious pet.

Even if you "play hard to get" or reject his advances, Alex will find any way possible to get close to you and eventually have you.

He finds in you a certain level of understanding he doesn't find with anyone else.

Who else can he talk to in depth about the good ol' Ludwig Van? His parents? They are too busy ignoring their son's antisocial tendencies. Most of the girls that fawn over him mindlessly agree to everything he says. His droogs? Georgie is an asshole far too concerned with himself, Dim a brute, and Pete... well, he can't even remember the last time Pete showed interest in anything really.

So he talks with you instead. Something that he surprisingly seems to enjoy.

He might constantly ask you to sing for him.

He'll never say it to anyone, but he really loves it whenever you sing to him with his head resting on either your lap or your chest and at the same time you run your fingers through his hair.

Like I said, you'll "enjoy" a "higher" treatment than most of the girls he has dated: He'll let you speak more and more freely, will tolerate a certain level of confrontation on your part whenever you are angry at him, hesitates more in involving you in his criminal endeavors, spends more time with you, is noticeably more gentle in his behavior towards you, more protective of you, and will think once or twice before behaving aggressively towards you. Like I said, mostly because he views you as a shiny precious thing.

But because of that very reason, he will behave much more possessively towards you.

His anger bubbles up quicker whenever he might spot you talking to anyone, especially any other guys, his droogs included (the dudes have even been instructed not to talk to you whenever you're with them). I imagine this being because deep down Alex might have a horribly fragile ego; losing you to another man will mean losing control and in turn a blow to his twistedly grandiose self-perception.

Given Alex's reputation and the fact that every guy that tries to approach you ends up mercilessly beaten, it is only a matter of time when everyone close to you finds out about your relationship with him and because of this, you might end up being isolated or shunned from your community.

Which sucks for you, but Alex couldn't be happier to have your complete attention.

But ultimately, this is Alex who we are talking about. No matter how extraordinary of a person you and your talents make you, ultimately for Alex you are still a thing, a shiny one, but a thing nonetheless, and there will come a time when little ol' Alex becomes bored with your tricks and chases after the next shiniest thing, leaving you broken and forgotten.

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#alex delarge #alex delarge x reader #a clockwork orange

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tsintotwo · 1 year

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Okay, so here’s the fic masterpost I’ve been meaning to make for ages. Most things I write, I don’t ever name. So I’ll make do with descriptions. The list is in chronological order of me posting these on tumblr.

1. [The Sandman]- Dream x You HELLA NSFW (minors away!) fic. I mean it- the NSFW is the plot. One day I randomly thought ‘You know what I wanna write? A little teasing-type post about kissing Morpheus.’ Then I actually started writing it, and one thing led to another, and long story short here are the links to the three-parts, completed. You’ll see for yourself. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

2. [The Sandman]- AU!Dream x You, lil dark fantasy. Finished.

3. [The Sandman]- Dream x You, being with Morpheus, prompted by Midnights (Taylor Swift) tracklist. Had the idea for it when Midnights came out. It was supposed to be 13 little snippets: some fluff, some angst, and just Morpheus-love overall. Well, I got to track 5 before getting distracted by some completely different idea and abandoning this. :( In that sense, it is unfinished. But on the other hand, since each track name is its own little story, it now exists as a set of five completed snippets. Tracks 1- 4. Track 5.

4. [Sweetbitter]- 59 Hours, Jake x You. (Yep, I actually wrote Sweetbitter/Jake fanfic and yep, this one actually has a name). I have this up on ao3 and this is the summary I wrote for it there: “When a sudden blizzard in NYC ruins havoc on everything including your plans, a stranger offers you shelter in their apartment. You don't know yet, but you two are going to be stuck there together for 59 hours- knowing and learning each other, doing things you couldn't imagine with anyone else, being something for each other in a way that feels too fast, too confusing, too reckless. How do you say goodbye to this, and yet, how do you hold onto something so fragile?” Sort of a Good Girl x Bad Boy thing. Angst, smut, feels. Six chapters. Complete. TW: Drugs, mention of s**cide.

Two things. One: I’ve had multiple people tell me that they never actually watched Sweetbitter, but loved this. So, if you haven’t watched the show, don’t let that be the thing that stops you if you’re otherwise interested. With all its B flaws and despite me not actually being a fan of the show, this is one of my most favorite things I’ve ever written. And two: HELLA NSFW WARNING!!!!!

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.

5. [The Sandman]- Dream x Reader. (If you, as a regular human woman, ever were to meet Morpheus in the real world, it could go something like this...)

Finished.

6. [The Sandman]- Dream x Reader. (You are a Dream Vortex, he is the Lord of Dreams- you know. Your typical meet-cute. NOT.)

Now, you’d think as a writer I’d have a better hold of things like potential story length, overall finish timeline, etc., but nope. Not at all, I am ashamed to say. This story became a behemoth, and really it’s way too much for tumblr. But I also can’t not write when there’s good material in my head just begging to be let out. So what I have now is some very long chapters and a promise of the last one. I will say there’s stuff in this dark story that I really, really love, so maybe it won’t disappoint you either if you’re actually willing to invest time reading it. TW: Graphic violence, sexual assault, r*pe, child abuse.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.

That is it, actually. I either write nothing or way too much- much like most everything else I do, but unlike most everything else I do, I can tell you that writing actually makes me feel like I know what I’m doing. When I write- be it original work or fanfic- I know my place in the world. That’s something, isn’t it?

***Later addition:

7. POV: Morpheus is obessed with you.

(What even is this? Well, at least it's finished. And NSFW, so there's that as well.)

#fanfic #fic #the sandman #dream of the endlless #morpheus #the sandman fanfic #dream x reader #morpheus x reader #sweetbitter #jake #jake x reader #tom sturridge

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linawritestwst · 1 year

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(sorry had to redo it ignore the other one pls 😭)

may i request the first years with an strong and heroic but kind and flirty fem! s/o

first years x strong and heroic s/o headcanons (fem!reader)

(don't worry, i included her kind and flirty side as well! i just wrote the name like this so that it won't be too long jdksdksl)

ace trappola.

♡ at first, this guy didn't think much of you. he probably even thought that you were a bit boring. so yeah, he wasn't that nice to you, but he took back everything he said about you when he was about to get punished by crowley again, but you just casually picked him up and ran away with him, carrying him like this. you weren't tired at all and you didn't think he was too heavy for you or anything like that.. o-okay, maybe you did make ace's heart beat a little too fast this time.

♡ he still teases you sometimes, but he's not as mean as he was before. honestly, he even kinda respects you now, you turned out to be much cooler than he thought you would be. but when you think that he still went a bit too far, you never hesitate to remind ace just how strong you really are. and when you are done with him, you smile at him and go "hehe, looks like i'm not as fragile as you thought~" PLEASE Y/N. HE ALREADY STARTED TO FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU, DON'T MAKE IT WORSE FOR HIM.

♡ ace can't believe this is happening, but he really got a huge crush on you. when he realizes that teasing you won't work anymore and also he doesn't want to be punched by you again he decides to do something a little different. maybe he just needs to impress you somehow? he won't be obvious about it though, he would prefer you to notice him yourself. yes, he got a surprisingly good grade today, but he won't tell YOU about it. he will talk about it with deuce, though he will wait for the right moment and he will mention it only when you appear. and when you say how unusual it is, you will hear some familiar words from him. "hehe, looks like i'm not as dumb as you thought~"

deuce spade.

♡ he always was very awkward around you and he didn't know how to talk to you at all. forgive him for that, he's just!! always so nervous around girls!! but even though he didn't have enough courage to even say hi to you, he still felt like he should protect you and he made sure nothing bad happens to you.. yeah, you did surprise him quite a bit, when deuce found out that you're REALLY good at protecting yourself AND him as well. and if he didn't have a crush on you at first, OH BOY, HE SURE HAS ONE NOW.

♡ he somehow manages to act even more awkward now!! he can't stop blushing and he keeps stuttering, you're just so.. he doesn't know how to explain it.. if you try to flirt with him, you will ruin him, y/n. but if you want to do it, sure, no one is stopping you. and if you try to carry him or you end up protecting him from something (or someone), deuce will feel a bit lost because he wants you to rely on him more, but.. for some reason, it doesn't feel so bad to be protected by you.

♡ deuce admires you a lot and when he starts feeling more comfortable, he's just so polite and sweet and if you praise him, he melts. ace refuses to shut up about his reactions to anything that you say and he keeps pointing at deuce and going "HAHA SIMP". when things like that happen, deuce tries really hard to distract you, he's not ready to tell you about his feelings yet. but he hopes that you will return his feelings when he finally confesses to you.

jack howl.

♡ similar to ace, he didn't think much of you when you two first met, however, he did have a feeling that you're actually much stronger than you look like, so you did catch his interest. he tried to get to know you better and you didn't disappoint, he found your skills and abilities extremely impressive. heh, well, you're already better than leona because you keep practicing and achieving more every single day. maybe you two can be good friends.. no, you didn't hear anything from him.

♡ but you and jack actually end up becoming pretty good friends, even if he refuses to admit it and says that your relationship is nothing like that. "oh, so is our relationship actually something more?" no, y/n, you can't do this to him. he doesn't know how to react to your flirting at all, so yeah, if you want to see him acting like his tsundere self more often, then go ahead, say more things like that to him.

♡ even if you don't notice it yourself, it's obvious to everyone (especially savanaclaw students) that jack has a crush on you, though he most likely didn't even realize it yet. ruggie keeps mentioning it and even leona finds it funny how jack doesn't know how to act when you're around. haha, so he's actually much more shy than most people thought. jack respects you a lot and he wishes to spend as much time with you as possible, you're like his idol basically. though maybe your relationship could be a little deeper than that.

epel felmier.

♡ .. okay, he's gonna be honest, he didn't like you that much when you first met. it's not your fault or anything like that, it was just him feeling too insecure. it's just.. he's out here trying to become more masculine even though it feels like this whole world is against it, and then he meets you and you turn out to be so much stronger than him?? it doesn't help that you're a girl, he feels even worse because of that. he knows that it's a weird reason to dislike you, but.. no, he shouldn't think about it like that. you know what, he's just gonna try harder so that he can surpass you one day!

♡ and why are you so kind to him? ah, you just pity him, don't you? you think he's this weak and fragile boy who can't protect himself, right? well, he's gonna prove you otherwise! just you wait, he will definitely become stronger than you and he will be the one to protect you from anything dangerous! though he wishes your reaction to this rivalry was more.. uh, serious. he's tired of you going "aw, that's so cute, epel! don't worry, i already see you as my hero, hehe~" like what does that mean??

♡ oh no. oh no, he's afraid he accidentally fell in love with you while trying to prove that he's better than you. that wasn't a part of his plan. and now he's even more obsessed with showing you how cool he really is, because.. well, now he's trying to become stronger not because he sees you as a rival, but because he wants to become someone who's worthy of your love. even though you said that you already see him as your hero, he's not gonna stop until he actually feels like one. hey, maybe he will be able to carry you today!.. n-no, he won't.

sebek zigvolt.

♡ he is confused. how can a human like you be so.. no, really, how do you manage to be better than him at everything he does?? how can he lose to someone like you?? that's it, he has to work harder, he can't disappoint his master! even though malleus said that he thinks sebek is doing great and he doesn't have to change anything about himself sebek can't stop thinking about you turning out to be a better knight than he is and he mentions you so often that lilia starts teasing him for having a crush on you. AND HE DOESN'T HAVE ONE.

♡ but somehow, his hatred starts slowly turning into.. admiration? sure, he keeps saying stuff like "wow, i didn't know that a human could do this too!" but now it sounds like he's actually amazed and not just making fun of you. hm, why don't you take advantage of that? "why thank you, sebek! i spent so much time dreaming about impressing you one day." he wants to say something cool like "haha, did you really think that a lowly human like you could ever impress me?", but for some reason it's very hard for him to say those words. congratulations, y/n, you actually did impress him.

♡ sebek doesn't want to admit it, but now he really wants you to pay more attention to him. like hey, y/n, did you just see him do that? what did you think of it? haha, he is definitely stronger than you, isn't he? you just smile and nod, you think him acting like this is too cute and you can't possibly be mad at him. and if you actually do praise him for his skills and his hard work.. for some reason, hearing those words would make him so happy, it's like malleus himself praised him. wait, no, obviously, hearing those words from malleus would make him more happy, haha..

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst headcanons #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #jack howl #jack howl x reader #epel felmier #epel felmier x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader

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suhjihanma · 6 months

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☩ ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 ☩

☩Kink (9): Feeding/feederism kink ☩Pairing: Celia / Female Reader ☩Word Count: 731 ☩Content Warning: Mentions of heavy alcohol use, overdrinking, slight alcohol abuse mentions, feederism, burping, nausea, vomiting, mentions of name-calling. ☩Author's Note: Minors and kink shamers do not interact. That goes with ageless blogs. I have a masterlist of my works but, fuck Tumblr. The stories are posted on my blog so, you guys have to look for them, under "suhjihanma:kinktober" or similar. I was planning on doing a feeding kink fic based on this game. If you haven't played "The Price of Flesh" while its Halloween season, what are you doing? Support indie games. Apologies if this drabble is all over the place/rushed. It's been a while since I wrote a feeding/feederism kink and I promise that I'm normal, y'all. Also, shout out to @gatobob. I've been rocking with you since BTD with the first release. I liked Strade but, Akira and Sano were my two. Reblogs and likes are much appreciated. Enjoy my mess.

“Are you sure that you don't want to go to the hospital?”

Celia’s hand gently patted the back of your fragile back. You were now struggling while being on all fours, dry heaving out what was left inside of you. Just from the first drink that reached your light-weighted lips, you knew your body was going to be in a world full of nausea. Your body wasn’t the strongest with hard alcohol but, despite all the doubts that had floated in your head along with a slightly concerned face shown by Celia, taking down a shotgun was all it took before humiliating yourself. All you ever wanted was to impress her. Upping the ante instead of drinking down rows of sweet tequilas and mojitos, you wanted Celia to be impressed by your drinking skills. Intermediate, yet at least you could show off with a little fun, maybe even turn it into a drinking contest.

You always wanted to spend time with Celia like it was your last, despite degradations and the constant remembrance of being put in your place. And, here you were, trying not to vomit out everything that rested inside, dry heaves included. Trying your best, you failed by opening your mouth and the urge of salivating increased. The force of food contents violently escaped your mouth as you clutched on your weak stomach for dear life. Being on the ground throwing up contents that stung your throat, your face grimaced through the burning sensation that coats your aching throat and mouth.

It was a mystery as to why people drink this stuff. Several reasons for that matter. Maybe they love the burning sensation, or throwing all of their troubles into a glass that uses that sensation to shut them away, or maybe it was something else. Whatever it was, Celia became the possibility of being that person, especially when it came to drinking something that ran through like hell fire and calmed the nerves of a woman laced with depravity.

Looking to properly respond to the pitiful woman that kneeled under her, the urge of letting out a thick and wet belch came over you, looking away from Celia out of embarrassment. Of all times, do you have to be this disgusting, especially around a woman that holds to at least high standards. She might have not minded that though as Celia continued to pat your back before gently rubbing your stomach with one of her free hands.

At least she has a bit of humanity in her.

“Celia.” Celia created a humming noise, notifying you that she was listening to every word that slurred from your lips covered in food content. “

Celia. I’m so gross.”

The pitiful name-calling made Celia want to hear your pathetic groans even more. Such carelessness, Celia wouldn’t be so easy on forgiving your behavior. Then again, it was nice to see you atone for your cockiness. A small smile formed across her lipstick stained lips as she looked at you, quietly tutting out in disbelief.

“No you’re not.” She playfully cooed at you, her fingers slowly drifting to the clear liquid that slowly poured from the corner of your lips. Idle movements, her fingers played with the saliva before dragging her fingers across your full lips, showcasing a weary pout.

“But I am.” You wailed before letting out another deep and thick belch. The soft fingers that traced across your lips did soothe you a little though.

“Relax.”Celia continued to gently caress your stomach while you let out wetten belches every minute. Even though she didn’t mind, it felt so disgusting. Almost as if you were a pig that had no shame of its diet. Digging yourself deeper in your grave, all you could do is perish from embarrassment. If you didn’t go through making yourself look like a fool, none of this would ever happen. Still, it was very generous to experience Celia’s comfort. It was rare to see this side of her come out. Normally, a name-calling session would play out, but then again she kind of knew that you did go overboard on the drinking.

Then again, Celia’s plans on the name-calling would be slowly brewing as she planned on the next session. A session that fully had you on your knees, eating up everything from her personal palette, coaxing out every grunt and belch that she can get out of you. She was determined.

#the price of flesh #tpof game #tpof #tpof celia #celia #celia tpof #celia the price of flesh #the price of flesh game #tpof x you #gatobob #celia tpof x you #bruh my eyes are so cloudy rn

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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HIII I hope your day is going well <3 I have a request for Liebe going on a date with the reader (I thought of this because I saw an adorable picture of him holding a flower and I wanted the flower to be for me).

Oh my gosh, hi!!!!

This ask made me smile so damn much cause I adore Liebe, he is such a sweet and precious little devil! I wanted to pop this link here in case you hadn't seen it, but I wrote some first kiss drabbles for some of the Black Clover guys, including Liebe, you might like it!

Okay, a date for Liebe (I'm squealing as I write this!). I'll pop it under the cut so the post doesn't look too long!

Liebe was nervous, and he didn't like it.

A restless pit of snakes wriggled in his stomach and sweat clung to his palms. He wasn't even sure if this was a good idea. Asta had assured him that you would love this, but what did he know? Asta wasn't even aware of his two very obvious admirers, but he didn't have many other options.

Finral was not to be trusted either. For all his flirting, the spatial mage never seemed to get any further than looking foolish and the less said about Magna and Luck, the better.

When you finally came into sight, his heart did a full somersault in his chest. You looked so pretty, so pure and what right did he have to sully that with his dark presence? Liebe shook away his negativity, your bright smile cutting through his gloom like a knife through butter.

"Hi," he mumbled shyly, "are you okay with a short walk?"

You nodded, curious as to what was in store for you this day. The towering presence of the Black Bulls hideout faded into the distance as the two of you strolled idly towards the edge of the trees.

Liebe guided you through the woods, warning you of potential roots and taking your hand like a gentleman when a gap required you to jump across the opening.

The conversation was light and casual, with the white-haired devil opening up the longer you were in his company. He really was a sweetheart, not that he believed that. You had tried to convince him on several occasions but he was determined only to see the worst in himself and it hurt your heart.

A break in the treeline appeared, rays of warm golden sunlight spilt through the opening and it was a welcome sight. What was even more welcome was the large plaid blanket spread across the flowery meadow.

A picnic basket rested to the side and you stood, rooted to the spot as your eyes misted. Had Liebe arranged all of this? For you?

Liebe shuffled from foot to foot, a pink tint coating his white cheeks and his eyes fixed upon the patch of ground he was raking with his foot.

"Is this for us?" you asked softly.

He nodded, his gaze lifting to fix you with a hesitant stare. "Is - is this okay?"

The poor devil didn't expect you to fling your arms around his neck, but after a second of hesitation and shock, his arms wound around your waist.

Liebe simply breathed in your scent, enjoying the warmth of your skin against him and the quiet whisper of 'yes' in his ear.

You chatted about everything and nothing, picking at the food he had tucked away within the basket and delighting in having Liebe try new foods he had never tasted before. His hand was so close to yours, and you longed for the courage to entwine your fingers.

Suddenly, you noticed your companion looking behind him and fiddling with something out of sight. You were curious as to what he was up to until he turned around.

A single flower was held in his hand, the petals such a vivid colour. He held it out for you to take, his gaze softening as you accepted it but refused to let his hand go.

With fingers entwined together, the fragile and beautiful bloom between your hands, you leant over and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek.

"This is perfect, thank you, Liebe."

#delirious answers #liebe fluff #liebe x reader #liebe black clover #black clover fluff #black clover

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fatuismooches · 8 months

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SMOOOCHES!!! Hii cutie!!໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

So we all agree fragile!reader was in a coma for centuries, right? And obviously time waits for nobody. And that included Zandik. So when you do wake up, you realize he’s changed, both physically and mentally. Sure there’s still some remnant of the same grumpy Zandik you knew back in the Akademiya. But it’s almost like you don’t recognize your own lover…there’s just so much angst potential with this idea 😭 because you missed out on so much precious time with him and now he’s more mature. While you’re just stuck being the same old you. I’m sure fragile!reader definitely cries at night blaming themselves for their illness (I know you already wrote a fanfic like this where the clones catch fragile!reader crying !!) and for missing so much precious time with their only loved one. :( but I hope you’re well!! I love u sm I’m sorry if I’m a little inactive brainrots are being slow ;; but I love you so much!!

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon ౨ৎ

HI 🎐 ANON!! MY LOVE 🥰🥰 I am doing well, just a bit stressed with school but I've expected that 😅 And don't worry about it, just take care of yourself, I'll happily wait however long for your brainrots or whenever you want to pop in ❤️ Love u more!!

AND GOD THIS JUST MADE ME WAY MORE SAD 😭 I didn’t even intend for that brainrot to be angsty but OMG… I LOVE THIS. Fragile reader would be so confused for a bit as to why their Zandik wasn't all annoyed and scowling like he used to be. He doesn't seem to be bothered much by your hassling anymore... simply letting out a low laugh. He doesn't get all irritated at physical touch anymore, which is nice of course, but among other things... he's so different. He's so confident as if nothing could ever go wrong with his plans. Nothing fazes him. What did he go through without you, you wonder.

You didn’t expect to be hit with so many insecurities this quickly. You should be grateful to be awake now! And you have such a wonderful lover and his clones! But you can’t help but feel the opposite sometimes… When you look in the mirror, you don’t see the person deserving of Zandik anymore. You see someone weaker, tired, not as good… but Zandik’s smarter, stronger, to the point of Gods all without you… he’s so handsome, mature… he’s made all these achievements while you’ve done nothing for the past hundreds of years. What could you ever have to offer, to someone like him? How could he even love you? You're like a burden... you're not even the same person from the Akademiya, you've gotten worse.

The angst has been hitting me so good lately. Me is thinking about Dottore noticing you becoming more and more distant from him as the days go by. You don’t come to bother him in his office anymore… he didn’t realize how much he became used to you sitting in his lap. You've stopped fighting about wanting to leave the lab to explore the outside world. You don’t even leave your room much anymore, and you keep it locked unlike before. The other clones and Zandy especially miss you… sometimes it’s hard for you to muster up a smile even for the child. You even start to shy away from physical affection, something you’ve always begged for. He doesn’t like that. In fact, he hates it. Despises it. More than failed experiments or inaccurate results and data.

But what could the Doctor do? He doesn't think he can "comfort" you, he's not sure if he has the capacity for that. He knows you have in the past, multiple times, although he got annoyed in the beginning, as he mistook it for pity and didn't believe you were trying to "care" for him... but that was just in your nature. His nature, however, is far different. Though, he's going to have to try something if he doesn't want to lose you.

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #why does school put me in an angsty mood... bye #smooches loves her hurt/comfort fics #regardless... 🎐 anon i hope you're doing good ❤️ make sure to rest and stay hydrated ❤️

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fallinfl0wers · 3 years

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hellooo! this is the first time i request something from a blog :D could i request headcanons of diluc, scara, kazuha and xiao when their s/o tells them they're pregnant and possibly how they'd get used to having a kid? tyy! dont forget to take breaks and relax!

Literally baby-sized trouble.

summary: you're pregnant! how does he react to the news and how do the get used to your child? includes: diluc (26 bullet points), scaramouche (24 bullet points), kazuha (17 bullet points) and xiao (35 bullet points) warnings: fem!reader, pregnancy, children, non-explicit/non described giving birth, mostly fluff with a little bit of hurt/comfort and angst. format: headcanons thank you for your request!! this was so fun to write! >< imagining the characters being soft with children is just so cute :") i specially like these four a lot >< when i wrote this i was in a xiao mood if it wasn't obvious that his turned out longer than everyone else's lol, and it's also the first time i write for kazuha so it was shorter than the others, but i think his is the sweetest ><! i hope you enjoy it! ps. the names and meanings- i got them from google, feel free to correct me if there's anything wrong with them ><

Diluc

He's going to stop functioning the moment he hears the news from you.

Literally, he's still as a rock and completely taken by surprise.

He... can't say he'd never wanted children. He's pretty traditional and, since he has this beautiful relationship with you, he assumed it might happen sometime in the future.

But oops guess it will have to happen in the close future, since you're already pregnant.

After staring at you with widened eyes for a while, he speaks up: "...is... is it true?" You hold his hands on yours with a smile on your face, nodding. "Yes, Diluc. We're going to be parents." Hearing your words, he starts to tear up as he hugs you, his touch almost hesitant, as if you were so fragile he could break you if he wasn't careful. "...thank you." He'd whisper between silent tears, hiding his face from your sight.

Very supportive and very protective!

You will have the most comfortable of pregnancies. He will make sure you don't need to move a single muscle to get anything you want.

If the two of you aren't married or engaged yet, he's going to propose to you very soon, keep that in mind ><

He starts reading every book he can find on pregnancies and babies so that he knows what to do to help you when you give birth and how to take care of his child once they're born ><

You have to convince him that yes, you can go and eat in the dining room and you don't need to eat everything in your room or stay in bed all day and yes, you can still do most things and no, he doesn't have to worry so much.

But yeah, in later stages of your pregnancy he gets more overprotective because he doesn't want anything to hurt you or your baby :(

He couldn't be calm enough while you gave birth and had to wait outside of the room, which only made him more nervous </3

But when he finally held your little baby on his arms for the first time, he broke down crying.

You two had a boy! He looked a lot like him, too... with the red hair and eyes... so cute...

He's not sure of what to name him, he'd thought of some names before, but they all disappeared when he saw the little bundle of joy in his arms;;

So you two will have to think about a name again!

In the end, you settle for Felix; name meaning "happy" or "lucky"!

Diluc is a very busy man, but he still does his best to be there for you and his son as much as possible!

He's also not very sure as to how he should interact with him...

But he does know he LOVES playing with him as soon as he starts to understand how to play with his toys.

But... there are not so cute parts about having a kid, after all.

At times, he worries whether or not he'll be able to be there enough for him.

He wonders if he can be a good father, given how awkward he is with his emotions.

What if when Felix grows up he starts hating him for being absent? He wouldn't be able to stand it.

You always reassure him as you both put the baby to sleep on his crib.

All Diluc wants is for his son to have a happy childhood and a loving family, but worries he won't be good enough of a father.

However, when Felix's first word is "'iluc!" as he stretches out his tiny arms towards him, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can do this right.

Scaramouche

He thought you were joking, so he laughed.

When you didn't laugh along with him and was met with your blank face, he understood you were serious.

He never even thought he'd be with anyone in a relationship before you came along, let alone have a child with anyone... So he's obviously very shocked and confused as to how to proceed.

After an awkward moment of staring at each other, he cleared his throat and crossed his arms, looking at you with an equally blank face. "So? What do you want me to do about it?" "H-huh?" "In the sense of- what do you want to do? Keep it or not." You huffed, and when he heard your determinated answer, he sighed and gave your head some soft pats. "Alright, alright, whatever you want, I guess."

Okay listen here- it's not like doesn't care but it isn't like he cares so much either...

This man would do anything for you, really, and that's what happens.

He does anything and everything for you, because he's worried about you and not necessarily about the baby you're carrying.

It's not like he hates children- because you can't hate anything you don't perceive as equal or superior to you and a baby ceirtainly isn't either for him-

It's more like he doesn't know what to do with them because he's never been around children enough to understand them.

He's overall very indifferent towards the child ngl.

Then he sees you cradling your baby -a girl- in your arms and his mind just... goes blank. Huh, so that's what a human looks like right after being born.

Your little daughter looks more like him than she looks like you, sorry. But he can clearly see on her face some factions that will look like yours as she grows up.

But...

"Now what?"

He'll help you look after her however he can, since he doesn't want you to be too tired because he never knows when he'll have to leave for weeks or even months without notice.

He's not entirely cold or indifferent towards her, even if sometimes he might resent her a bit for taking away some of your attention.

But like when you were choosing a name for her, he gave a few suggestions and in the end you choose one of the names he thought of!

Her name is Hikari, name meaning "light"!

Due to the nature of his job, he doesn't want to be seen around either of you at the moment in public. It would only put a target on your backs.

And it takes a long, long while for him to warm up to her.

It disheartens you a little, but when you see him looking down at Hikari's sleeping form on the crib, softly poking her cheek with a strangely child-like curiosity on his eyes, you feel at ease.

And he thinks that he can probably handle this parenting thing better than he ever expected. Maybe it's not that bad, after all.

Ceirtainly, he thinks, as he holds her in his arms one day after she spoke her first word to him, this parenting thing is not really that bad.

(Her first word was "papa!")

Be ready, because once he gets attached to your daughter he won't stop spoiling her!

Kazuha

"Are you sure, love?" "Yes, I'm sure. We're having a child!" A smile painted itself on his face as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. "I hope I can be a good father for them."

So the Kaedehara family is getting a new member, huh!

Not that there's much left to his name, especially now that he's a fugitive... but he's excited nonetheless!

Although he's not one to settle down for long, he will make an effort for both you and the child, since it's not good for someone who's pregnant to wander around.

He's very protective, but not in an overbearing way! He simply wants you to take it easy and relax, he can take care of everything else on his own!

That being said, he's not rich like Diluc or Scaramouche, so he's also going to work harder than ever to get everything you or the baby need in advance so that neither of you have to stress out!

He's the one who takes it better out of everyone here, he's not extremely worried or outright indifferent, he's simply worried enough, excited and happy!

He already knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, so the idea of having a child with you didn't scare him or intimidate him in the slightest!

He's still a bit worried, though.

He is a wanted fugitive in his homeland, after all...

He can only do so much and wish for the situation in Inazuma to change soon, so that he can take both you and his child to see the places he loved to spend his time at when he was a child.

But for now, he's happy enough simply holding his child on his arms, sitting next to you in your small shared home.

You have a girl too! She has Kazuha's hair color and your eye color, she's super adorable ><

He wants you to name her, and you both agree on naming her Izumi, meaning fountain or spring!

"Kaedehara Izumi... it has a nice ring to it." He'd say, smiling down at her.

While Kazuha enjoys travelling more than anything in this world, he's reticent to leave you and your daughter alone or even bring you along with him. So he stays around for as long as you need it.

He will talk a lot to her all the time, so don't be surprised when she picks up very complicated, flowery words from a young age!

He wants her to grow up to be free as the wind and be able to do whatever she wants without fear, so he wants to do his best to be a good father for her!

Xiao

You can practically see the panic on his face when you tell him the news.

It's the most scared you've ever seen him be, and you've been there to help him through his karmic debt.

So yeah, he takes it the worst out of everyone.

"I'm not mad." He manages to tell you before disappearing to somewhere else in a panicked haze, he needs to sort out his emotions quickly before he can properly talk to you about it. The last thing he saw before he disappeared was your eyes, glinting with sadness. And that only made him feel worse if that was even possible.

It takes him the whole day to come to terms with his feelings on your pregnancy and finally face you again.

He's really, really afraid of hurting you and your child. Not to mention he fears he might've passed some kind of curse from his karma to either of you through the pregnancy :(

Like he said, he isn't mad. He's just scared.

He... he literally never, never thought he would get to be a father.

Family was a foreign concept to him, as were a lot of other things you've slowly helped him understand throughout your time together, so knowing he can have one of his own now... makes him happy, and scared, at the same ime.

He's worse than Diluc when it comes to protecting you and worrying about you.

He won't let you do anything alone, even if he doesn't want to be near you because he doesn't want the karma to harm you or your child in such a vulnerable moment of your lives.

Okay so that aside-

How do people care for babies?

What is he exactly supposed to do?

And- do half-adepti babies need any sort of special treatment in comparison to human babies?

He has no idea on what to do if it doesn't involve a physical fight with a tangible foe, so he goes asking for advice to everyone he knows that could have knowledge on that field.

Verr Goldet and Ganyu are a great help for him. Xiao listens with attention to everything they have to say and asks everything he doesn't understand.

Ganyu tells him about her own experience growing up as half-human so that he can understand what raising a half-human, half-illuminated beast baby might entail.

He also goes to Zhongli for advice and he gets more of the same advice he's already heard, along with many, many reassurances that sound like everything you already tell him every day.

He's very worried, but as the months go by and your child's birth comes closer, he can't help but feel a little excited about it.

Everyone who knows him is happy to see him openly happy for a change on those small moments when he gets excited about his new family with you.

When your child is born, Xiao doesn't want to hold him. It took too much willpower to stay as close as he was right now, standing next to your bed as you held your baby in your arms.

He was so adorable, so small, so fragile, so pure- Xiao was afraid of touching him and breaking or tainting him--

He was already crying, he'd started crying the moment he saw you holding your son for the first time.

He feels so... strange. He's crying, but this isn't a painful, or sad feeling. He feels... happy, but scared, but...

The feeling starts to make some sense to him when he finally convinces himself that it's okay for him to hold the little boy in his arms, when he stares with awe at his face.

The baby looks a lot like the both of you. Arguably, more like him, since he has the same hair and the same bright eyes, but in his face all he can see is you.

And he cries more.

You both named him Liàng, name meaning brilliant!

Xiao does his best to try and get used to parenting, and it gets hard at times.

But he tries, and that's all that matters. He tries to be a good father, and is always there to protect both you and your son from anything trying to harm you.

Even though he was so scared at first, you know he loves the new family you've formed together.

Especially when you catch him trying to hold a conversation with your son, sitting down on the bed next to him as he toys with a soft teddy bear, the two of them surrounded by pillows.

The soft look and smile he wears while he does so tells you that everything is going to be alright.

The three of you are going to be alright, and Xiao wants to make sure of it.

His son will never have to live what he lived or see what he saw. He will make sure of that, no matter what.

#diluc x reader #scaramouche x reader #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #melodywritings #melwritesgenshin #tw: children #tw: pregnancy

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bluephoeniximagines · 3 years

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BNHA Boys + Hawks, Dabi and Shigaraki with a tiny reader

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Characters, English is not my first Language

Genre: Just fluff

Trigger Warnings: Swear Words in some

Please leave a like, and reblog! Please don’t steal my work or repost it thank you!

Hey! I wrote this because I am pretty tiny and small in size. I did not specify in numbers how tall the Character is and how tiny the reader. So everybody can fell included as a tiny reader the Character simply is always bigger than you! : ) With that said have fun!

Izuku Midoriya

“Izuku please help me get the book down from the shelf, don’t just look!” You tried to reach that book for 15 minutes. And Izuku just watched because its to cute that you can’t reach up to that shelf space. He slowly gets up grinning sheepishly. “Sure, you want that book up there?” he doesn’t even need to stretch he just pulls it out no effort whatsoever. “Oh, that is so mean” you groan, and he bends down laying his hands on your hips still with the book in hand kissing you. He adores how small you are compared to him and loves how you need him to grab stuff for you. Sometimes he just sees how small you are and has the need to protect you. “You’re the Sweetest” He mumbles. Holding you to him. The size difference it noticeable in everything you two do together. His Favourite Thing is having you on his lap when you are with friends. So clearly showing that you two belong together fitting perfectly to each other its his biggest flex how perfect in size difference you are. It looks cute and almost as it was meant to be.

Katsuki Bakugo

Would make fun of you 24/7 Comments like: “Are you to small for that Dumbass?” and “Bet you can´t get it down there alone” or “Why are you so fucking small?” are a standard for him. It its always teasing and he´s all smiley and cocky about you needing him and teasing you is his privilege, only he can tease you about your hight. “Did you just call them a Gnom you fucking Extra!?” he stretched his Hands making little Explosions in them. You were so offended you even let Bakugo angry yell at Monoma without holding him back this time. When it comes to kissing and cuddling he just digs how small you are, loving that your hands are so small, he loves to catch and hold them over your head while kissing you. The fact he can wrap himself around you easily makes him melt. He brushes his lips against your neck sometimes or just presses you to him randomly when he needs to point out to others that you are with him and no one else.

Shoto Todoroki

Treats you with extra caution. He thinks your fragile because your tiny compared to him or the Villains you are fighting regularly. I mean he sees that you are strong and can win but you just feel so small in his Arms sometimes. That he is just careful and really gentle with you. And Scared when you get into a fight with someone much bigger than you, but you are a feisty one. Not even one time he has teased you about your hight. Helps you get down stuff without comment and most of the Time without you even asking for help. “Here you go Sweetheart…” he gives you the Cornflakes from the shelf like every morning. Holding Hands with you is definitely his sweet spot, when he grabs your hand and yours vanish in his it’s the best feeling form him. Or when he brushes his fingers through your hair, holding you while you kiss him softly. Shoto is all soft for that.

“Be careful out there i dont wanna lose you Baby” he kisses you. “I will, be save too” is your standard Goodby befor a fight.

Eijiro Kirishima

Somewhat overprotective of his sweet, small Special Someone. Not that you can’t handle yourself. If you insist he lets you battle anyone alone, cheering for you. He is overprotective when some other guy has interest in you. Or pointing out how big and bulky he is and how small and fragile you seem. “Don’t you just randomly squish them too hard and hurt them?” is a common comment on that matter. He gets a little angry or even hurt when someone says something like that or that you don’t look like you really belong together. He brushes it of smiling everytime just so no one can notice how insecure he gets because of that. But you know that Comments like that hurt him. Kirishima is such a good guy he likes Everybody (except the loud, weird boy in Class 1B) so you know he can´t just be mean if something like that happens like Bakugo would. “In my Opinion we look even cuter than Other Couples because of that!” you wink and the Boy and pull Kirishima away. That´s why he loves you so much. You always know when something is up. He loves it when you slip beneath his Hoodie while Cuddeling. Feeling you so near seeing you vanish just peaking out a little is the cutest funniest Thing he ever saw. He kisses your nose holding you thight now grining wide, not insecure at all. You love just how big he is, and the difference is quite noticeable, but you don’t care, you even like it a lot.

Denki Kaminari

You are small but you just climb everything. The Counter to get stuff. Tables, Chairs, leaders, you know no fear at all. Denki loves how fearless you are even if he is sometimes a little scared that you hurt yourself. By falling down what ever you climbed that time. “My God Sunshine. Just say you need the Cup on the highest shelf, and I get it for you!” he holds you on your hip till you have a save stand on the countertop. “And what´s the fun in that?” you look down to him. Denki starts laughing. “You know I don’t mind seeing your Ass when your up there but you could break some bones falling down” you turn to him and lay your legs around him. “I could but I don’t get a chance with you standing behind or under me all the time.” You kiss his checks and his mouth. He pulls you in and kisses you deep. How he loves it that you are so small, and he just can pull you close or lift you up like he wants and needs you.

Tamaki Amajiki

He is so soft for you. He is loving the way you cuddle up on him when you lay in bed together. You are his little spoon, and it just makes him happy when you stroke his hands or holding them, because yours are much smaller than his. Cupping your face with one hand while kissing you is his absolute favourite thing, he feels stronger and more calm with you around. Its easier for him to be with other people when you are with him. “Tamaki come on, we should be talking to Class 1-A right now…” Mirio is trying hard to persuade him. “I-I can´t I want to go home…” Tamaki almost whimpers. You come around the conner with Neijire who got you as soon as she could. “Now Now, Tamaki come the new Generation of Heros wants to see the Suneater.” You look up to him smiling sweetly and he is already calmer than ever. He takes your Hand. “Only if you come with me into that Classroom. Its scary…” he looks into your eyes waiting. “Sure i´ll come with you”

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

He is absolutely cocky about you being way smaller than him. Teasing you what a cute little Bird you are. And in fact, carries you around the apartment a lot. Simply because he can. Scooping you of your feet he´s laughing. “How can a human being be this small” he teases you. “How can a Man be as tall as you?” you shoot back. “I am not that big!” he argues. “And I am not that small, just…way smaller than you for a reason.” Lauging he traps you under him in bed. Easily holding your hands on the mattress kissing you with passion. “I am down for the size difference, you are way to cute to be allowed” he kisses your checks and your whole face. “Aww stop it” you giggle wiggling under him. “Why should I Baby Bird?” he grins. Holding you down like that without much force is something he loves doing. He feels protective over you in that position.

Dabi

Dabi would use the advantages he has over you because he is bigger and stronger than you. But besides that its no big deal for him that you are way shorter than him. Loves showing everyone that you are with him by putting his hoodie or cloths in general on you. Its way to big, way too cosy and you probably sleep in them, he is very territorial, like nobody is allowed to touch you. Can probably not distinct if your just Friends with someone or more. And just fling you over his shoulder hissing at the Person. “Fuck off, they are mine” he growls and everybody will probably back away slowly to prevent being burned from the planet. “Dabi we are just friends” you moan frustrated. “Maybe, Maybe not. They probably want to go out with you.” You slap his back softly. “Not everybody wants to be with me!” He puts you down looking you straight in the Eye. “You are beautiful and very popular of course everyone is a threat. Look at me...” he looks to his scars and you sight. “I love you Dabi…you know that right?”

Shigaraki

Sees you as very breakable and fragile. Tries to be as gentle as he can, but he never had someone like you. Your so tiny and soft. Sometimes he is almost scared to touch you, but then you flopp onto him to cuddle and everything is fine again. He would never, and will never let you fight. The Possibility of you getting hurt is no Option for him. He gets weak when ever you lay your arms around him, your hands on his chest, your head on his back. It’s the size difference he is all weak about. You are so small and full of love for him his knees weaken when he thinks about it. “You know you are the best thing that ever happened to me?” you round him and look up to him. “you too are the best thing that happened to me Sweetheart.” You kiss him and he pulls you in. Sitting on the bed hes pulling you with him and you land on the soft bed with him. He´s all about wrapping you up with his body. Just being all over you sooths his broken pieces and eases him.

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#mha x you #mha imagines #Izuku x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima x you #denki x reader #shoto x you #hawks x reader #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #tamaki xreader

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komoreangel · 3 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚

pairing: scaramouche x fem!reader

scenario: you met when you were both very young, and since the day he left you behind he still feels an undying fear for what sight would await him if he dared to return home.

or…

thantophobia - the fear of losing a loved one. but he had made it perfectly clear that you did not fall under that category when he left you and all of your promises behind.

request: okok my first idea was: scaramouche childhood friends to enemies to lovers. take with that what you will <3

a/n: hi anon ty so very much for the request we all know i love scara <33 but i did tweak it a bit basically its childhood friends to enemies to scara loves reader but reader isnt convinced (with a hint of 'ive always loved you' thrown in)

side note: this is a rewrite of an excerpt i wrote for a scara x oc, in which the oc was female (the same is said here but i will avoid using pronouns) and adopted into the kamisato clan as a princess (minor inazuma spoilers). the same situation is stated here. also i am 1000% willing to write more of this (includes my personal headcanons for scaramouche’s backstory, not canon!!)

growing up, you had always had poor health

your mother worried for you a lot when you were younger

she didn’t like to let you go outside much either

you spent most of your time in the palace walls while she worked, frequently being taken to see the royal physician

you would sit outside the door while your parents talked with the doctors about your “condition”

you weren’t even that sick

just weak for your age

that was when you first met him

he was training to be a soldier along his father

you were like a ghost in his eyes

sitting in the hall in the middle of the night

knees pushed to your chest, snoozing in the soft light of the moon

he was naturally a curious boy, so he kneeled in front of you and poked your shoulder

“hello?”

you startled awake

“wah-!” he fell back at your sudden movement

“who are you?” you asked

your voice was soft, and gentle, like a midnight breeze

“i’m [redacted].”

you remember what he told you, but some part of that memory had been erased from your mind…you wonder to this day what he could have said.

“my name is y/n.”

he thought it was a pretty name, although he wasn’t going to say anything

the two of you sat in the moonlight, talking quietly amongst yourselves

“why are you sitting outside the physician’s office?” he asked you

“my mama says i’m sick, and that going outside will make it worse.”

“oh. are you going to get better soon?”

you smile at him, a gesture that makes his chest tighten, although he can’t fathom why.

“yeah! she says that if we can afford to get some medicine from liyue, i’ll be all better! then i can start making friends!”

he slightly smiles

“can i be your friend, [redacted]?”

you had even said the name yourself once. why couldn’t you remember it?

his expression shifts to a slightly surprised look

“you…want to be my friend?”

he was quiet even then, and his silent expression would grow to an angry one over time

“yeah! you’re interesting, and you’re one of the few people who bothers to talk to me.”

he doesn’t speak for a while.

“you can say no if you want to.” you say to him.

“okay. i’ll be your friend.”

it’s a short response, but the bright grin that lights up your face makes it worth the wait

“yay! i can’t wait till i’m better so we can hang out more!”

you two talked in that hallway a lot

meeting after dark, talking about anything in the world

when you were about six, the worst of your illness hit you

the doctors didn’t even know what was wrong, and there were nights when he would sit outside the physician’s office alone at night, hoping, praying that the sun would shine on a world that still had you in it

you would collapse from exhaustion at the slightest overexertion

his father always told him he had to be careful with you, not only were you shorter than him, but you were also very fragile

those hours spent sitting in the hallway alone, he got to do a lot of thinking

he wanted to help you, but he didn’t know how

then, there was a sudden burst of hope

you were going to liyue with your parents

you would get the help you needed

he was happy for you, even if it meant you would have to spend time away from him

and then there was the terrible news

the ship had gone missing

you had too

he couldn’t sleep for days on end

his father was worried too

when he saw you again, you found yourself shuddering on the shores of inazuma

he wrapped his arms around you as tight as he could, as if his strength alone could undo everything that had happened

it was one of the few times he showed affection in public

he rushed you to the healer again

and this time there was no hoping

there was no praying

there was just the pit in his stomach, the fear that coursed through his veins and fueled his blood

every second felt like a decade, it was a moment in which you weren’t perfectly healthy and safe

the townspeople began to spread rumors, as people do

the guard’s son who was lovesick with worry for the sickly orphan girl

what a pity, no?

he wanted to shut them up. he wished he had the power to shut them up.

when even his father had to drag him away from the pharmacy, he didn’t talk to anyone for a very long time.

this was around the time he grew sour and snappy

his simply quiet demeanor developed into a scowl that constantly graced his face

he only smiled the day you were released from the physicians.

you weren’t fully healed. but you felt better than you ever had in your life.

his father took you in without a second thought, and he was just happy to have you with him.

“i’m better, scara.” you said to him, a happy smile on your face

“i was wondering when you’d hurry up and get well.”

you were a bit troubled by his attitude, but no less, you were happy to see your friend again.

it went like that for a long time.

he was rude, but you didn’t care because you knew what he was like underneath.

some nights he would sneak into your room and talk to you.

he told you he was just bored and felt like annoying you.

but his real reason was to make sure you were still breathing.

he always worried about you

so the day you received your vision, he felt a lot of relief

surely this meant that you could protect yourself. you were safe.

then the worst of all things happened.

his fathers death.

the day he felt like his world was ripped from underneath his feet.

almost immediately, the electro archon, baal, herself, intervened, and declared that you were to be adopted into the kamisato clan.

why you? why couldn’t he keep you with him? he was old enough to be able to take care of both of you

baal didn’t like his questioning. she said she knew what was best for you.

it was strange. because in the days he spent with you after, although not many, you didn’t seem sick at all.

for the first time, you seemed perfectly healthy.

he was glad for that…but he wasn’t happy. you could see that easily.

you knew this wasn’t the right thing for him

he stuck around for a year. you suppose you’re lucky he even stayed that long. you were pretty much his only reason.

sure he found friends in ayaka and kazuha…but he was unhappy.

he knew there was no point in staying, so he thought it was time he took his leave.

he approached you one day, as the sun began to set

you were worried for him, as he had been very angry towards baal and the emperor lately.

“scara, is there something you want to talk about?”

you watch as he stands before you

he blurts out, “run away with me.”

you’re taken aback almost immediately.

“what?”

he repeats his statement

“i’m going to flee from inazuma. come with me.”

“scara..”

his expression, as it does often these days, turns stern and serious.

“i’m not going to ask you again. come with me, y/n.”

you’re tired of him ordering you around.

“you know i can’t. i have duties here. i can’t just betray my country for you.”

“you know baal wants me gone. she’s going to kill me if i stay. she might do the same to you.”

you scoff at his words. “she won’t harm me or you. you’re being dramatic.”

he spits out his next words, laced with venom. “baal killed my father. i hate her and so should you.”

“scara.”

“it’s like you’ve completely forgotten about him just because you’re royalty now.”

“scara.”

“don’t call me scara. come with me if you ever cared at all.”

“scaramouche!”

he goes quiet

“don’t go. please.”

he frowns

“you know i can’t do that.”

you want to try and make him stay

but he won’t. you know nothing you say will convince him. he won’t let himself be convinced by you, even if that’s what he truly wants.

you inhale

“get out of here.”

“what?”

“go. leave. and take this with you.”

you throw the necklace you were wearing at him, and he catches it. baal had exiled him, it was true, but he couldn’t expect you to throw everything away for him.

“wait, what are you-“

as the two of you stare each other down, you hear ayaka’s voice coming from the courtyard, calling for you.

she has a guard with her, as the emperor assigns every royal family member. you managed to ditch yours early on.

“the guard is gonna get you if you stay, scara. get out of here, now.”

he scoffs

“whatever. i can’t believe i thought you were worth risking my life.”

he pockets the necklace and steps over the wall, and he’s gone.

nine years of friendship and he threw you away like you were nothing

in truth, the minute he was out of sight, he threw down his bag in anger

he turned around and you weren’t there anymore

you gave up on him

so if he hated you, you deserved it

it might be worth a hefty price anyway.

at least that’s what he told himself

(he never stopped missing you. almost as soon as he joined the fatui, he requested an audience with the tsaritsa to ask her how you were doing.)

“a simple agent, asking that much of me? and for a girl? that’s very bold of you.”

upon hearing it was about you, the cryo archon grew very interested. of course she remembered you.

the sickly orphan she gifted a vision to at a very young age.

she told him you were well

what she didn’t tell him was about baal going berserk and massacring thousands of her people.

upon receiving the news, he felt that chill upon him once again

the fear that fell onto his shoulders, weighing him down, too scared to ask for more information. he didn’t want to be told you were gone.

“the royal family was not harmed.”

he felt his muscles relax as he calmed down.

he quickly reassumed an upright stance.

he was the sixth harbinger. he has no weaknesses. he cares for nothing and no one.

but beneath his mask, the fire of his love for you burned brighter than the flame of any pyro vision.

a/n: ok so i really enjoyed this….scara banner when. i did tweak it a bit but i have other things written for this scenario in which scara returns to inazuma and reader is (deservingly) PISSED with him :) lmk if you want me to post those !

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orphicrose · 3 years

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The Only One

Rick x Reader Fanfiction

Summary : life is strange in the rick and morty universe, as we all know. But things get just that little bit weirder when Rick meets you. Something seems oddly familiar with you, but for once In his life he has no idea why. So he searches from reality to reality to try and see if he had met another version of you, only to realise there where none. You where the only one. That’s when it finally hit him…

This is inspired by a song from Rick and morty that I think is beautiful https://youtu.be/epiOcz3HXNo

I accidentally got carried away and wrote too much, so I will probably just do a part 2 so it’s not to much to read if anyone is interested <3

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Humans are such fragile creatures, always have been and always will be. You knew that, but you refused to surrender down to it. Not wanting to be included In whatever earth had to offer, so you ran away. And not like how a silly fourteen years old runs away from home, Hah… no.

You left the fucking planet, not leaving behind a single trail or speck of dust for someone to follow you with. Your intelligence and ambition was all you needed to carry yourself through life. Travelling the infinite void of space, soon making a name for yourself. For good and for bad. An ordinary person couldnt even dream nor comprehend the things you’ve experienced or seen. And that’s just how you liked it. Being different. It was truly a gift to be intelligent.

And then there was rick, high IQ and normally not happy about it. Seeing his intelligence as a curse. Rick hadn’t seen it all, it was impossible, but he thought he had seen enough to make a valid opinion on life.

It’s pointless.

Such a bitter man with a bitter view on everything, including himself. You see, when you have an overwhelming amount of knowledge weighing down on your mind, you can go two ways. The first being ricks way, not caring about anything since he has seen how big the universe is and doesn’t see a point.

Then there’s your way, feeling blessed to be able to see things that no one else can, and finding a new reason to live every single day.

You two where polar opposites, but also the same. You where both alone in a universe you felt didn’t need you anymore.

The day both of your worlds collided should have been written down in the history books. It was the day both of your beliefs where almost questioned. Wondering whether fate really does exist.

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Out of the many things you have done, you’ve never visited the same place twice. Making everyday an adventure, as much of a cliche as that sounds it’s true. Not only that, but you seem to have people after you almost everywhere. For your intelligence, or for revenge. But there is one particular spot you cannot get enough of. Finding yourself there when you lose yourself.

It’s an isolated planet in the middle of the andromeda galaxy. It’s a newly ‘emerging moon’ as you like to call it. In fact, you pretty much founded this planet, since its a recent creation. This also means there is no intelligent life yet evolved, so it is safe for you to do what you please.

You go there often, to watch the two suns set over its small horizon and the thousands of stars come into view. Giving you time to reflect on your life. To appreciate it, but not to regret anything. The stars are far to beautiful to bring your mind to anything negative. The planet itself seems to project the meaning of peace and tranquillity even without life. Maybe that’s why it’s so comforting.

Your thoughts where leaving your mind, as you held your eyes closed. Feeling the breeze brush through your hair gently. That beautiful, genuine smile found its way to your face without you noticing. You where to lost in the feeling of relaxation.

But that soon came to an end. That euphoric state was snapped out of you when you noticed a bright light coming towards you. Getting bigger and bigger in just seconds. Until it became more clear, it was a spacecraft of some sort. A poorly built one to say the least. You sat and watched, mesmerised, as the flames from the object slowly engulfed it. Burning in the atmosphere. Finally hitting the ground, you shook your head and sighed. Being brought back into reality.

The flames took a second to fade after the ship had crashed. And it was clearer to see, it was the stereotypical UFO. The type you’d see in cheesy ski-fi films. But it had encryptions written in English. Which was very unusual, especially for it to be in this part of the galaxy.

What was even stranger was that it didn’t have even the slightest burn mark to it’s metal. Your vision of it became clearer and clearer the closer you got, slowly creeping past the incredibly green trees towards it. But just before you got too close, a figure fell out of the vehicle. Swearing like a drunken sailor.

This is what really messed with you, it was a human. You gasped quietly, not being able to remember the last time you saw one. A mix of feelings rushed over you; confusion, fear, excitement? You couldn’t help but stare, his unique blue hair bounced as he picked himself up, not even bothering to dust off the dirt on his lab coat.

“Fuck! You fucking piece of shit spacecraft. You’ve really done it this time Rick you fucking…” he didn’t finish his sentence, as he kicked the lump of metal. Screaming at the top of his voice.

“Fuck!”

You caught a small glimpse of his face, and recognised him. But you weren’t sure where from. You had met millions of people over the years so he could really be anyone. But there was something so compelling about his character. Something that felt like you where being pushed towards him. Or pulled, by a red string perhaps. Something that was just telling you to interact with him.

You stayed hidden behind a rather tall tree, still collecting your thoughts and questioning whether you should help him. Rick had slumped himself against the ship, putting his hands to his face and grunting. Pausing his breakdown for a second to take a sip from his flask, then proceeding to carry on.

He stayed like this for a good few minutes, before you had decided to approach him. Your curiosity and questions where burning at the edge of your mind. You just had to investigate. Keeping a hand on your weapon tucked neatly in a pocket behind your back. You slowly walked towards him, not even being able to speak before he noticed you.

A gun had been pulled to you, aiming directly between your eyes

“What do you want? I’m not in the mood so just tell me in advance if I should shoot you or not..” his eyebrows furrowed, looking at the hand tucked behind your back.

You rolled your eyes, putting your hands up in surrender. Just how you remembered humans to be. Aggressive and impulsive.

“Calm down, I saw your ship crash. Thought you where in need of some assistance. And put that gun down, god…” to your surprise, he did. With a loud grunt he put his gun back into his pocket and turned away. Usually, he probably would’ve shot on site. And who’s to say he still won’t, but right in this moment he is too preoccupied to care.

“God doesn’t fucking exist…” he mumbled “and I definitely don’t need any assistance!”

You raised an eyebrow at him, watching him as he attempted to fix his broken ship. Opening the lid to the engine and being greeted by a storm of smoke. Now Seconds away from another breakdown.

“Are you… okay?” You hesitantly asked, daring to inch closer to him. Probably was the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. He threw the wrench down at the engine as he exploded.

“No, I’m not fucking okay. I lost my grandson, the entire galactic government is after me, I broke my portal gun and I just crashed my ship into a planet with no helpful resources to fix it.!” His speech sped up, and he went dead silent when he stopped talking. Clearly regretting telling you anything. He is usually good at keeping his mind together and keeping his problems to himself. But he had so much adrenaline pumping through his blood, he could barely concentrate.

“I’m, i’m sorry for your loss” is all you managed to get out

“What? Oh no, my grandsons not dead. I just left him somewhere and forgot exactly where…” he spoke slightly softer, still grunting as he tried to analyse his engine.

There was a small silence while you processed everything he had just said. Moving closer to get a look at his engine, you shook your head.

“You’ve burnt it out…”

“Yeah, no shit smart ass” he bit at you

You rolled your eyes and snatched the spanner from the place he had dropped it. Not using it to fix his engine, but you pulled out a small metal box from your pocket instead. Fixing a few pieces together. Rick stood there and watched with a puzzled look on his face. Moving his eyes from the gadget, then up to get a look at you.

His eyebrows softened as he took in your features, the creases in his forehead disappeared. A rush of a strange feeling replaced the adrenaline, not being able to pinpoint what it was but he didn’t like it. He could only describe it as his heart softening, and getting lost in a place that was familiar to him. Thats what he felt when he looked at your eyes, reflecting off of his.

“Hav-have we met before?” He said in a much calmer tone

You placed the gadget on the engine and pressed a small red button on the top, looking up at him.

“I don’t think so?” The box moved around the engine, like a shield. Fixing it effortlessly, Ricks eyes darted from you, to the engine, then back to you. Now with amazement written all over his face.

Deja vu was the only state good enough to describe what he was experiencing. You broke the silence by holding a hand out to introduce yourself.

“I’m y/n”

It took a quick second for him to respond, still trying to process your face and remember how he knows you.

“I’m… Rick” he finally shook your hand.

“Rick Sanchez..”

That name was oddly familiar to you. Like you’d heard it in a dream. Or it was a loved ones name in a past life. You felt like you had heard it before, in a very distant memory. But no recollection of the connection.

“That seems…familiar” you tilted your head, squinting your eyes at the old man who gave you the same look.

“Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if you knew me. I am the smartest man In the universe”

#rick sanchez #morty smith #rick x reader #x reader #fanfiction #fantasy #fanfic #headcannons #spacecraft #rick and morty #ocs #a lot of words #a lot of work #comedy #romance

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darkdevasofdestruction · 3 years

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Can you make headcanon with Demons Brothers ( Obey me ) who finds out about reader was abused ? Sorry for my english, it's not my first languague.

Well, I don’t know what’s like to be physically abused by your family, but I’ve been through my fair share of abuse in a relationship, so I can understand where you come from here.

For anyone who sees this post and needs comfort after any kind of dark thing that happened to you, including abuse of any kind - Yes, even the types that happen in relationships - You get what I mean - I will write for that.

I had BNHA blogs who wrote comfort pieces for me and it helped to make me feel better, and if I can help anyone feel better with themselves after this like that, then I’m happy x

Also, I don’t write for so many characters in one post anymore, it’s honestly draining and I can’t bring myself to write like that anymore, so I will just write for Lucifer, Mammon and Satan x

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Lucifer

Out of everyone, Lucifer is the only one who can keep his composure, albeit barely so.

He is a demon, he knows all humans sin, but unlike demons, humans are supposed to be both good and evil, so what the hell possessed those idiots to behave so terribly with a pure angel such as yourself?

He just couldn’t comprehend why the hell humans are capable of such atrocities, when not even demons behave this way.

Ahh, the anger he’s feeling, not even Satan, in his worst phase, could understand - It was a monumental, infinite, incomprehensible kind of rage that burnt his heart so badly.

Despite everything he was feeling as you told him everything that happened, he merely bit his lip to contain himself, and hugged you tightly, letting you cry in his arms, as he stroked your hair, knowing that it can calm down a human - Or at least some sort of sense of protection and warmth.

He would tell you how you were so incredibly brave for managing to tell someone about the horrible, while also, you are so strong for being able to live with this for so long, and bear with the consequences of abuse.

But you managed to break through, somehow, and you were amazing - In his eyes, you were the strongest human alive.

Lucifer knows how horrible emotional pain is, and he would much rather feel physical one, than the other type, because he knows he won’t break that way.

But seeing you so fragile, small and broken in his arms ultimately shattered his heart, and he swore to get revenge in the worst way possible on your abusers.

He knows revenge solves nothing, but at least he’ll get some satisfaction, and somehow, knowing that the people who did bad things to you are there no more, may make you feel just a bit safer.

Despite being one of the most sensible brothers, he will still search to do more and more human psychology research, and with your help and insight, will try to help you recover, even a tiny bit, and will be there every step of the way as you are healing, never letting go of your hand.

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Mammon

Okay, lemme tell you straight -

While Mammon is the most in-touch with his emotional side, he will suffer the most hearing that you, his most beloved person alive, had to go through such terrible things in your life.

You were just a small, frail human, you barely lived, compared to him, so why did you have to go through such trauma?!

He would outright cry, like anime waterfalls, and would cling on you, rocking with you back and forth, but he wasn’t sure if he was trying to comfort you, or himself, at that point, since he was hurting so much.

His brain would stop for a little while, and he would remember all the shit he got from Maddi, and sometimes, even the bad things that he accepts from his brothers, as a way to keep them happy, but ultimately, he would manage to get to the point where he tries to find ways to ease your soul of your burdens and traumas.

He will be even clingier than before, will spoil you even more, will make sure NOBODY yells around you, does moves too abruptly to scare you off, and basically, will thread carefully every step of the way to prevent anything from being a potential trigger.

Will literally kill Asmo if he tries to hug you without consent, or if he tries to flirt or make advances towards you, and while he won’t say why, he’ll just throw Asmo away and drag you away, to a safer place - Unless you reassure him that his younger brother isn’t a trigger or a threat in your eyes.

Poor Mammon will be a bit paranoid and will go overboard with a lot of things, threating you like a frail snowdrop, and it isn’t until you tell him that you won’t break from little things like this, that he can afford to take it a bit easier than before.

But don’t forget that he will even yell and fight Lucifer if he dares get mad at you for whatever reason, or use his demon form or powers around you.

And the same goes for the Avatar of Wrath, or Gluttony, when he’s dangerously hungry.

Also, he will kill Belphie if he attempts to kill you.

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Satan

Satan.exe stopped working.

I mean, how is he supposed to react anyway?

His most precious person tells him that they have been mistreat, and he’s supposed to stay...Calm?

That’s impossible.

He will literally get up and leave without a word, will leash out his rage in a place where you couldn’t possible go, and when he’s finally done, will return to you as if nothing happened, albeit, with the necessary apologies for leaving like that, and returning with a lot of sweets, comfort food, flowers and anything that he knows you love and would bring a smile on your face.

Despite how much he reads, he only knows things in theory, and needs your guidance to apply things practically because, as he knows very well, every person is different, and different things work for different people.

With you, and around you, he will be the calmest specimen possible known to this realm, and the others, because he knows his rage could be a horrible trigger for you, and the last thing he wants is for you to be afraid of him, or, Heaven forbid, cry because of his mistakes.

Satan will make sure to check on you at all times, either f2f or via texts, and when you’re going out somewhere, or just chilling together, he will hold your wrist.

He will say he thinks you have very cute and delicate hands, but really, he subtly checks for your pulse to see if you have any anxiety spikes or anything that would be proof that something is bothering you in any way, shape or form.

As everyone knows, Satan is very attentive about literally everything, and incredibly detail-oriented, so he will over-analyse anything and come up with his own conclusions, and once he’s used to understanding your behaviour, he will automatically go and solve anything in your place, and it will shock you, ‘cause he’s so on point?? How did he even guess??

He won’t treat you any differently, considering that he’s always been sweet and polite with you, but will definitely criticise his brothers or other strangers if they behave in a way that may be triggering...Or hell, maybe annoying, ‘cause it gives him a motive to get away from nuisances who won’t stop talking.

Apart from his inferiority complex, he never received any kind of abuse, so he isn’t familiar with the feeling, nor can he claim to fully comprehend or sympathise with what you’re going through, however, he understands logically, and knowing how much it hurts you even know, and how it still affects you long-term, he is aware that he is unable to let you brave this storm alone.

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