#yes no matter WHAT version I will ALWAYS include earrings on him!!!

[auroraborealyss]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬' 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐈.

⊹ pairing: morpheus x reader

⊹ summary: the much awaited, i-went-to-hell-for-inspiration, morpheus' love languages part 2: nsfw version. how he expresses his love languages when fucking you

⊹ tags: nsfw, morpheus is an adoring, reverent, woman-worshipping Endless who's always on his knees, the king of dreams is a giver

⊹ warnings: explicit language, explicit content (obviously), minors stay back (not that ever stopped me. if you are a minor, just know that sex might not be like this and do more research)

⊹ word count: 3027

⊹ previous part: morpheus' love languages part i.

⊹ now playing: take me to church by hozier

words of affirmation though he isn't the most vocal as an Endless, he does become vocal as a lover. or, specifically, he wants you to be. remember when i said he likes it when you talk to him? this applies here. (of course, by the time he's done with you, you won't be able to form words. but he'll accept desperate mewls of his name.)

call him by his name

not dream, but morpheus

gasp, groan, grunt, scream, whimper, murmur — every adjective of ‘said’ — say it in that way. he loves when you say his name and he the different ways you say it is akin to music. and if you whisper it right in his ear, his name hot against him so he can feel your desperation, he might just give you what you want and fuck you harder and faster

you tried to hold your moans back once

biggest mistake of your life

it doesn’t matter if you were only trying to hold back because you were in the library and mervyn, lucienne, and matthew were just three shelves down having a very serious meeting

though normally private in pda, perhaps that day morpheus was too frustration in being king and just wanted to be your lover. only a king had to worry about looking good in front of others. as your lover, all he had to worry about was pleasing you, and hearing the sounds you make was his signal that he was doing well

you thought that the sound of the shelves being rocked, your heavy breathing, and a book falling every now and then was telling enough what you were doing, and yes, you were a bit embarrassed to be found in such a compromising position with your skirt bunched up to your waist, one leg hooked around morpheus, and your head tilted to the sky as he attacked your neck

so when you bit down on your lip and slapped a hand over your mouth to hide your moans?

he is insulted (and you know how petty he gets) and fucks you even harder and faster than before

hoists both of your legs around his waist so he’s even closer and hits a spot in you that has you moaning obscenely and seeing stars. there’s no use hiding or explaining that away, but you don’t even think of the others anymore. all you can focus on is how he slams repeatedly into you again and again, one had rubbing furious circles on your clit, whispering orders in your ear to never deprive him of your sounds ever again

that as his lover, he owns every part of you (he definitely owns me), including those delicious sounds he purposefully and rightfully earns

and when you start making those sounds again, he is so fucking pleased with himself that he gets even harder

your hand falls from your mouth on its own and finds his hair, tugging on it, harder and harder as you reach your peak and he follows shortly after when you clench around him—all done with a loud cry of his name from you and your name coming out as a pleading grunt from him

when the two of you finally catch your breath, you peek around the shelves and find them gone

morpheus smirks at you before dragging you to the table for part two since “they’re not here anyway.”

always asks for consent

no matter how caught up he is in his emotions or pleasure, always asks you if you’re doing alright and if he’s doing alright touching your body

this man has a praise kink. tell him he’s doing well

tell him he’s fucking you so good as tears run down your cheeks and he’ll all but cum in you in that moment

tell him you were made for him as he bottoms out in you, and he’ll flip you over to your stomach and have his way and ruin you, leaving you a rambling mess who’s only coherent thought is his name

“you can take a little bit more of me, can’t you?” he whispers against your ear as you bite your lip to hold back your whimpers as he pushes inch by inch further, deeper, closer, into you. “you’ll do that for me?”

“you’re gonna make me cum” > “i’m going to cum”

he’ll make you squirt in thanks for reminding him that you’re orgasm is a product of his hard work

did you see how he pleaded with calliope to let him help her? imagine him begging to let him make you feel good

"i can make you feel so good, my love," he whispers as he puts one nipple in his mouth, suck and bite it gently, tugging on it, before releasing it and going to the other one. "let me?"

praise talk is his dirty talk. more into overstimulation and praise rather than edging and degradation cause he’s too in love with you to ever say those things or have you think, even for a second, that you are anything less than too good for him

type of person to say “i love you” as he fucks you

at the most intense moments, like when he’s about to orgasm, he mindlessly rambles out pleads for you to always stay with him and he needs you and you’re the only thing he needs (say less)

so tell him you need him. tell him only he can make you feel this good. because he’s definitely a giver, and the best compliment you can give a giver is to thank them for their service and tell them they’re doing a good job

physical touch this is an Endless who falls hard and intensely in love, as we see with his past lovers. it stands to reason that he'd fuck the same way. he makes sure that he is touching every inch of your body and you are touching every inch of him

has a thing for walls

likes to fuck you against them. either your back to it with your legs wrapped around his waist, or the side of your face pressed against it with your hands on either side as he takes you from behind

he will also eat you out with your back against a wall. makes it his personal mission to make your legs woozy enough that you literally collapse and he has to hold you up or you’re falling on the ground

overstimulation

worships your body

kissed every inch of your body once

on the days that you don’t feel the most confident, he’ll whisper his gratitude towards those parts against your skin until you believe him

is still a sucker for eye contact

looks up through his lashes as he eats you out

looks down at you as he fucks into you

but just because he wants to be gentle and passionate with you, doesn’t mean you can’t be rough with him. in fact, he welcomes it

tug his hair hard as he eats you out and you’ll hear the most guttural groan which you’ll feel vibrate in your cunt

dig your nails down his back and his hips will snap against yours in a speed that reminds you your lover is not a man, but an Endless

suck and bite his neck and enjoy watching him gasp and tighten his grip against your hips, enough to leave his handprint on your skin

however, there is one time you can elicit some roughness from him, and that’s when you ride him

you’ve ridden him on his throne

it was your idea the first time, and his idea every time after

legs on either side, his arms wrapped desperately against your waist as you slam down onto him and he slams up against you

he grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs your head backwards (see gif as example), exposing the column of your neck which he can mark and litter with kisses and bites

a very passionate lovemaker and puts emotions other than lust into it. when you two have sex, he doesn’t just do it to get rid of frustration or because he feels lust for you, but because he loves you enough to want to share this other part of him that so few get

is the type to link your hands together while he slides in and out

presses his forehead against yours when on top of you. he expects you to do the same when you’re on top

if he’s not waiting at your cunt with an open mouth as you orgasm, then he’s kissing you, as if to swallow the sounds of pleasure you make and further drowning in you

can unclasp your bra with one hand

pulls your underwear down with his teeth

bites on thighs

and neck

and chest

i’m not saying this man cries during sex (not that there’s anything wrong with that). but he does constantly have glassy/teary eyes during the show, so don’t be surprised if he gets a bit overwhelmed with his feelings for you and shed a tear or two

just kiss it away

acts of service he's always worshipped you before his capture, but after, he turns into a sinner looking for absolution from the only higher being he'd beg from. and the first step to absolution is looking for it on his knees

the first time you have sex after you reunite, he begs for forgiveness for being gone from you so long in his throne room

sits you on his throne and sinks to his knees before you

doesn’t even bother locking the door because he has no shame in anyone seeing him beg for absolution to you

and he doesn’t hold back from it either, alright? this Endless is making the most obscene noises as he loudly slurps and groans at the taste of you and moans at the sounds of you and ruts against his throne at the feeling of you, you, you

the first time you cum, he doesn’t stop and keeps fucking you with his tongue until he triggers a second one less than a minute later

he’ll add a finger soon enough

crooks it at just the right spot that it presses against the spongy part of you that makes your back arch off the throne and cum for the third time. at this point, your cum has started to drip off his throne, and he thinks about adding it as a design to his chair (you slap him on the back of his head as a no)

inserts another finger and starts pumping it in and out, in and out, even doing a scissor motion every now and then. you come the fourth time

the fifth time, he does all that plus play with your clit with his tongue. flicks at it, sucks on it, does everything you can possibly imagine be done with a tongue and two fingers until you squirt

and he still drinks it all. he takes those two fingers and uses it to scoop up all your cum and drinks it all

he always swallows whatever he’s able to draw out of you and whatever you’re willing to give him

and don't forget to sit on his face

he'd be more than happy to die underneath you, smothered by your thighs and cunt

if you try to do hold back and hover over his face, he'll ask you first if you like to squat over chairs rather than sit on them, before grabbing your things and pulling you down and not releasing you until he's done

if it isn’t clear yet, this man is a giver. gets genuine pleasure when he is the one to give you pleasure and can probably cum just from seeing you orgasm from his ministrations (he has and has no shame in it)

it might be how his possessiveness shows. knowing that only he can give you orgasms that intense is something he prides himself on

probably why he doesn’t mind when others look at you. all he’s looking at is your reactions, and you never show interest. you never give them the looks or sounds you make with him, and that’s enough that he just sits back, smirks, and pities the poor person who tried to hit on you

quality time as kim namjoon says in all night: "we keep all the party in this room all night. we don't wanna put it on the brake, hold tight."

the first time you reunite, he eats you out for hours

only stops because your body literally cannot go any longer and you might pass out (he debates whether he wants you to but lets you rest)

but the first time he fucks you, he doesn’t stop until you’re a whimpering, drooling mess who’s only thought is morpheus

and you do pass out

he’s there when you come to, and he starts again

morpheus rarely does quickies. he’s too intense and long-term for that. he likes to take his time to worship you and he doesn’t want to end because he ran out of time or he has an appointment with someone else. when he’s with you, you’re all he’s thinking about

however, he does like to take his time teasing you

and by that, i mean he can give you little teasing touches all day to get you worked up

hand on your upper thigh when eating with others

presses his front against your back as he reaches for something in the cabinet

might even touch you through your underwear without giving you too much—just to keep you wanting and waiting

he can last a pretty long time, and sessions with him usually involve you cumming so many times that you don’t think you’ll ever be able to cum again (you will. he’ll show you)

always engages foreplay. involves a heavy make out session coupled with groping that leads you to being wet enough that he can just slip inside you

likes to fuck you where its comfortable for you—bed, a couch (walls are his guilty pleasure, though)

will fuck you anywhere in the dreaming, though, cause it’s all him

might even be more intense for him since he can feel whatever surface he’s fucking you on and how hard he’s fucking you or how tight and desperate you’re holding on to the edge of that table

morning sex isn't as common since that's when you wake up from the dreaming

night is definitely prime time for sex

you know you're in for a long time when you have sex before you're even in the dreaming. when that happens, you better hold on, since you'll wake up more exhausted than before you slept

gift giving could be into toys, but he has to be the one who made it and he has to be the one using it on you. but why would you need toys anyway when you can have his cock

might be offended if you think he needs to use a toy to get to orgasm, as it suggests that he’s not enough

and if you say you want a toy just for the times he’s busy, he’ll tell you that he’s never too busy to give you an orgasm and proves it to you in that point

you’ll have to tell him that you can’t take enough if you want him to stop

rather, he uses toys to overstimulate

vibrator on clit while his tongue searches deeper in your fold or vice versa

the gift he does like to give you is lingerie

he gives you an assortment of different colours in different materials

his favourite is whatever makes you feel the most confident

gives you lingerie that is meant to be ripped off you

when he rips a set of lingerie that you actually really liked, he’ll apologize with kisses and promises that he’ll make you more before fucking you senseless

buys you lingerie from la perla. when you wear it to sleep and you arrive in the dreaming in it, he preens in delight

sometimes, he’ll give you lingerie from the dreaming while you’re in the dreaming. that’s completely under his control, and he can make it disappear in an instant

speaking of giving you toys in the dreaming, if he makes it, that he can get behind cause he has absolute control over it. his finger becomes the remote

that little underwear he gives you? with no warning, starts to fucking vibrate during dinner with lucienne. doesn’t ease up until you get up, flushed and with wobbly knees, and run to the hallway where you cum with a poorly concealed moan

when you return to the table, he looks to you with a knowing smirk. thankfully, lucienne remains unaware (or at least has the courtesy of pretending to be)

in the waking world, you like to wear his clothes after you wake up. in return, he takes your underwear

when you fuck in the dreaming, you wake up drenched and with a wet spot on your blanket. he sends you a new blanket as an unfelt apology which he’ll ruin the next night anyway

back to his greatest gift to you being his cock

i see him longer than wider (but not long enough to hurt you. 27-inch dick fanfic writers, stay back). you know, keeping in theme with his whole lean yet lanky physique

might be long enough that you can’t deepthroat him completely, though he appreciates the attempt

but the one time you steel yourself and manage to take him in all whole

nearly cums in your mouth immediately

wouldn’t expect you to do that all the time, of course. but on the special occasion that you want to put the focus on him, that’s the way to go

the way to morpheus’ heart is not through his heart, but through swallowing

all in all, this Endless is guaranteed to find his pleasure in yours, so make sure to tell him that he's doing well, keep your moans loud and uncontrolled, and he'll fuck you out of this universe

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗆, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 — 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗋, 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾.

𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅-𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍-𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 (𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌). 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

╰┈➤ 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘧!

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩: @aurorarevenclaw1927

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[valiantartwritingweasel]

❦ Oh no, there seems to be only one bed. Whatever will we do? ❦

I have a hate-love relationship with this trope. Will maybe do a women version too but all of them at once would´ve been too much for my pea brain. I also have 4 more dudes in the drafts but i gave up halfway through

it´s kind of romancy-ish as in like, y´all are crushing on each other. Because I want it like this.

gender neutral (no pronouns mentioned) so everyone can feel included

(These are a bit short but it is what it is)

//Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Ayato //

Diluc

You just stood there, awkwardly staring at the room. You felt like you were in a bad romance novel (which you kind of are), standing next to the guy who had your heart skipping multiple beats just by looking into your vague direction. Now in front of a single bed that you, probably?, had to share tonight.

You were no stranger to Diluc, as you did like to venture into the tavern regularly. At first you did it for the drinks and then, at some point, you just came for a chat. With him. Him, his sweet smile and his sweet way of telling stories. You loved seeing him. You...loved him.

The situation now was more of a coincidence. A coincidence you couldn´t really explain. But here it was.

The bed wasn´t like small or anything but the sheer thought of lying in such close proximity to the red haired man made your cheeks heat up like fire.

Not daring to look at him, you quietly cleared your throat „so.. uh... how do we go about this..?“

A short silence filled the room before he spoke up „Well, we could just share the bed...right?“.

You could feel his gaze burning into the side of your head, yet you just couldn´t bring yourself to look at him. „I´m sure it´ll be fine“ his reassuring voice spoke once more „if you´re comfortable with it, of course.“

Once more, you cleared your throat, before giving him a small nod „well, yeah. I suppose we can.“

Another minute of silence passed. You didn´t know. Couldn´t know. But the man was just as nervous as you were. Trying his best to voice the thoughts that were clouding his mind, before he spoke up again „We could..stay close to each other...right?“

He too had come to appreciate your presence. Was this how people made their first move? He could only hope that taking notes from Kaeya would prove good for once.

(Would probably sleep on the floor if you asked him to, idk)

Kaeya

Kaeya and you were friends. You always had been. You had shared a bed before. But that was like ages ago.

Now it felt different. It felt more intimate to think about sharing a bed.

You thought it was obvious that you liked him but you could barely tell how he felt about it. He was charming. Very charming. And you never knew how to tell `being charming` and `flirting` apart. Ever. Especially not with him, no matter how long you had known him.

But before you could even say anything, ask how to do this or voice your thoughts out loud, he had already waltzed over to the bed, stretching his arms accompanied by a small yawn.

He did not seem to care, which made your stomach churn a bit in confusing feelings.

Well, good to see that he´s comfortable with you. A bit sad to think that he doesn´t immediately get nervous at the thought of him lying next to you. Maybe he really just thought of you as his childhood friend.

You sighed before following him to the bed, shaking your head, trying to get rid of the heat going through your face.

He was already sitting on the bed, shooting you a look that you couldn´t quite decipher in the dim light. „We should stay close together tonight. Who knows what could happen? Safer to have each others back.“

If possible, you blushed even more, hoping he couldn´t see, before you nodded. „Yes. Yes stay close for...safety reasons“.

When you lied down onto the mattress you could hear him chuckle quietly, before you felt, to your horrific surprise, his arms engulfing your waist. A low whisper reached your ear „There is no shame in cuddling, is there?“ with a smirk that you could literally HEAR through his low voice, he added „for safety reasons“

(a little shit who hides his nervousness very well)

Xiao

With a mortified expression you stood there, in the door frame, staring at the bed.

You didn´t know the yaksha very well, as you had only been in contact with him while Zhongli was around. He seemed... alright enough? He was carrying a lot of sorrow, that much you knew.

You could tell, only because Zhongli was around to make him feel comfortable enough to let some expressions through his facial features.

But you didn´t know why, never wanted to press for it, never wanted to make him feel like he would need to open up to you. So you just tried to keep the contact minimal.

But now here you were, on a journey the old man had set you up to, standing in front of a single bed.

It wasn´t like you were scared to share a bed with him. He didn´t seem like someone who´d take advantage of you at least. But...you couldn´t help but wonder how he´d feel about this..? Would he be alright?

You cleared your throat quietly before muttering „so.. only one bed huh?“. Your voice laced with just a hint of sarcasm.

You looked at him, out of the corner of your eye and took notice of his expression changing. He looked sort of…angry?

Before you could dwell in the thought much longer he had already started muttering „Foolish mortals. Joking at times that require a serious aptitude. Do you expect something to happen? Tell me.“

You were..surprised to say the least. Joking? About what? The irony? You couldn´t figure out what exactly he was talking about. Slowly. Cautiously. You muttered back „Joking about what? What would I expect to happen?“

He stared at you for what felt like an eternity. Slowly but surely you started to feel a bit...uncomfortable. Why was he staring like that?

„I know what happens at night, between two individuals of your kind. Do not hold me to foolish standards of being naive“.

You were flabbergasted, to say the least, before you could get a hold of yourself and murmur „I... just want to get to sleep...No hidden intentions there...“

Now he seemed to be the one who was uncomfortable, averting his face to hide a blush crossing his cheeks. How silly of him. Now he was the one who felt foolish.

A short moment passed and you knew that he was embarrassed about his little outburst. Someone's got trust issues. But you didn't press on it, only sharing a kind smile "I didn't mean anything bad by it. Sorry for the confusion". He nodded and seemed to calm down. After a while he nodded again, maybe more to himself then to you, before mumbling „Sure. I´ll share a bed with you“.

What you didn´t know was that the mf didn´t even need sleep to begin with.

(there´s no way people are just nice, whats ur ulterior motive?? TELL HIM NOW??)

Ayato

It was silly really.

To be embarrassed about the thought of having to share a bed with your husband of all people.

But your marriage wasn't a conventional one, as neither of you married out of love.

It's not like you hated each other, you'd actually say that you got along just fine. You just never got into any...romance situations.

It felt weird, being married already but never having been on a date together. But it also felt weird for you to now try and get closer to him?

There were no books on how to go about this, so you just tried to wing it. Which wasn't easy.

When his eyes looked at you with such precise attention whenever you opened your mouth to say something, it was hard to get any words out at all. You could hear your heart slamming against your chest whenever you focused on his eyes. They were so beautiful.

That aside, right now you couldn't see his eyes. Thankfully. And you were hoping that he couldn't see yours either.

Your eyes were full on staring at the single bed in front of you.

Today, you couldn't venture off into your own room. Today, people could see where you went. Today, people would be able to judge you on your marriage.

Today, you had to stay at a Hotel and today you did not want to put a bad image upon your dearest husband. So you just asked Thoma to book a room supposed for married couples. There was a sofa but…you kind of wanted to make a move on him. To maybe, actually, be married to him? The thought alone made your heart flutter.

You imagined this scenario to be way easier in your head but now, with him being so close to you, you could definitely feel your nerves spiking up and your face burning with embarrassment.

He didn't seem to notice as he stood there for a while, taking in the room, then he turned towards you "just…one bed?". His tone showed his confusion. You cleared your throat before nodding "I thought… well, I thought we could spend the night together…".

The blush on your cheeks did not want to leave you alone but still, you turned your head to meet the amused gaze of your husband.

This little shit was all you could think before he spoke again "Quite a bold move to make. I like it."

#thanks to my lovely baby friend for reading through these and going with me through my suffering #genshin impact #diluc scenarios #kaeya scenario #xiao scenarios #ayato scenario #genshin writing #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #xiao x reader #ayato x reader #what the fuck else do you put in the tags help me

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Hey hey can I a belphagor,asmodeus and leviathan with a s/o who is usually shy and sweet but can beat anyone ass? :>

Have a great day 💕

OC : MorningStar court's crown prince :-

Leviathan, Asmodeus, Belphegor X Reader

♢ Summary: They happen to have you as their S/O, but they never noticed your personality when you get mad and for the first time they experience it and if they do know it, what do they do when it occurs

♢ Crack, fluff, headcanons, scenario|| Established relationships|| warnings: Blood, mentions of fights, actual fights, bashing heads|| Normal versions of OCs

♢ Author's note: Thank you for requesting this! Hope you enjoy! Also the boys's wives are their best-friends or just regular friends here. Also forgive me for being a bad writer! Also in Belphegor's scenario you're a human.

♢ Vocabulary:

→ Xiokor: school everyone in Infernal attends

→ Archliows: regular class of angels, demons, succubi, incubus, ghosts, mages/ immortal humans

→ Siofra hall: A hallway in the royal palace, which is very huge and used for training during when wars were a thing in the realm.

OC X Reader:

Shy and Sweet S/O who can beat anyone's ass

Leviathan MorningStar

♒ Leviathan is someone who is a indoor type person, he is a indoor type person and always attached to his electronic device like it's a organ, and he hates interacting with people, so most people wouldn't believe that fact that he is a boyfriend...

♒ Levi is very much attachable person, he finds it hard to interact with people, but when he knows people, he is very great at interacting with them and communicating with them and you, his soft and shy S/O, whom he loves so very much!

♒ Levi is generally sees many fights and records nearly all of them, so it starts out as a normal day at Xiokor until, there is a yell in the hallway about someone beating the shit out of some archliows.

♒ Levi absolutely runs to the place with his phone and mic in hand and starts recording for social media, he gives commentary and asks question and he WILL get answers from the people in the fight, no matter what. And yes that means he will snitch on these people if they don't answer questions.

Staring and zoning out while watching the clock wasn't helping Levi from ruining this online class, he was still staring pretending to take notes, when he opened his arms and called for you, "Y/NNNNNNNNNN!!!!!" When he didn't receive a response in return, he looked around and realized you were at Xiokor and not attending online class as usual with him, he internally let out the loudest scream and went back to sit at his online class... When the teacher suddenly asked to leave the classroom and everybody to maintain silence like he always did, until a guy entered the class and yelled,

"AY! SOMEBODY IS FIGHTING SRUENIL!" and that one sentence made everyone gasp, including everyone on Online class whether they were in the class or not, because Sruenil was one person whom nobody challenged to fight, even royals were a teensy bit afraid of him, mainly because of his problem from the old human world before Infernal was created, so this was a big deal, and Levi was ecstatic to see this, he immediately browsed through the mountains of electronic screens he had before landing on his favourite filming phone and immediately opened a portal to Xiokor as he landed on his foot from three feet above the ground where the portal was located as he ran through the school using his ears to find where the fight was, until he rounded a corner and bumped into a huge crowd, he immediately pushed through the crowd which was fairly easy for someone like him, finally getting to the middle was a sight he had not planned on seeing...

Sruenil was on the ground his hands behind his back and face bruised and begging for mercy, and who was the person who beat him so badly, ....you...Now everyone there knew you were involved somehow with the royals but they didn't know how, you were quite one of the nicest people to be around, it did not matter who were hanging out with; angels, humans, mages, witches, wizards, demons, succubus, incubi, it did not matter you were accepting and liked everyone and treated them nicely so seeing this side riled everyone up and they got excited.

You had never been seen this angry, nobody knows what happened but all they know is Srunenil was pulling on your hair and stepping on your back as you were on the ground, until you held the hand he had on your hair and with immense strength flipped him over your shoulders and on the ground in front of you and it caught everyone's attention.

Now as you had Sreunil begging for mercy under you, people were having a hard time pulling you back while some tried to distract the teachers and other tried taking Sruenil to the infirmary, there were around three people having a hard time holding you back, until Levi joined them and tried explaining how you should stop being angry as he was in your view cutting off Sruenil being taken away, finally calming down and suppressing your anger in front of Leviathan.

"Babe, are you okay?!" Levi asked first and foremost, cupping your face and pulling you to the portal and taking you to your room, "You know you were very cool, but you shouldn't have done that.." Levi says smiling gently as your cheeks blushed warm like always whenever you were complimented, as you entered his room he immediately carried you bridal style to Belphegor who was a pro at healing wounds because of his twin's obsession with sparring.

s Belphegor treated a few of your bruises and wounds, Leviathan kept kissing your cheeks and had you on his lap the entire time, his silverish-grey hair framing his upset yet pouty face as he placed tiny pecks tickling you. Finally done Belphegor sighed out of exhaustion and sighed before his twin entered the room, Belphegor told you how to look after you bruises as Beelzebub sat behind leaning on the headboard, finally finishing telling you how to look after the bruises, Belphegor leaned into Beelzebub's arms and slept in a matter of second, like always. You got off Levi's lap and you both left the room, before walking towards the place and entering Levi's room.

"Now, that was AMAZING!" Levi boasted as he was sitting on his bed with you on his lap as you both cuddled, Levi complimented you for so long, telling you how cool you looked and how you should fight next time. You sighed hearing his rambling and nodding you head no matter what he was saying, before you finally grabbed his jaw, making his lips pucker up as you kissed his lips, effectively shutting him up as Leviathan rubbed his thumb on your thigh where there was a bruise as you both kissed.

♒ Levi also is the one, after Belphegor and Beelzebub, to patch most of your wounds clean or hide your wounds for a bit on the way as to stop you from getting yelled at by Belial, he is very proud of you to be able to fight and once he learnt that a archliow got sent to the hospital for picking up fights with you.

♒ And sometimes if possible he would join your fights himself as the fifth brother and the Avatar of Greed, why shouldn't he? Not like Lucifer is going to be mad at him cause he finds it funny, the only person who is going to be mad at him is Belial and Rosealine or Myhilara.

♒ After getting yelled at by Belial and the late emperor, Levi often follows you everywhere you go in case, somebody makes you mad and you end up beating the fuck out of them, he is there to stop you or let you go crazy, depends.

♒ Leviathan absolutely starts sparring with you, and often goes easy cause he knows he will most likely crush you and he doesn't want that, and if a single bruise appears on you, he's on his knees begging you to forgive him because first, you're hurt and second he didn't mean to do that and he's crying now please forgive him??

♒ Levi is always standing behind you in your fights so the person who you're fighting knows that if they aren't defeated by you, he will be the one to crack the skull off their body and hang it like a souvenir to either a noble or a emperor or their skull is used as a art project in one of the palaces ivory skull sculptures.

♒ Oh, and people of the Infernal know not to mess with you, even if Lei is not around because, even if the news of you fighting them won't reach Levi's ears, they will be crushed, because not only are you shy and cute and people have absolutely no reason to fight you, people have seen you fight Sruenil and that is enough to keep them away from fighting with you

♒ Levi and a few of his brother, the ladies now often stay on sidelines watching you fight people they hate because they know you can beat them and if you can't Levi is always right beside you to beat them to pulp and give you their skull as your boyfriend like a penguin gives it's mate a rock.

Asmodeus MorningStar

✿ Asmodeus is the type of demon who looks like he has never even understood the meaning of the word "Fight" and so people underestimate him, he grew up around Satan, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Lucifer and Mammon and his father is Zional MorningStar, he would at-least know how to commit eight murders without even being found!

✿ Of-course now, people know Asmodeus has a few lovers in the past and many regular flings, he's a demon of lust of devil's sake. So it wasn't quite a big deal when he started dating you, a cute and shy little thing, mostly people know how you actually are when angered, but Asmodeus didn't.

✿ Asmodeus/ Asmo or Deus, as people call him, did not learn of this thing as you never showed it infront of him, so he never guessed such a adorable little bean like you could fight like such a beast probably.

✿ Now most people figured, he was the one who fighting people who had eyes on either one of you, but it unfortunately wasn't, it was you and you tried to keep it like that because you didn't know what type of reaction Deus would have, you know it could either go down two lanes; him being disgusted and you being cancelled or him being supportive and letting you protect him from his creepy stalkers who were taking private photos and videos of him and his family.

Asmo sat in the cafeteria with his brothers chatting away, as Mammon and Beelzebub as usual helped him or did his make-up, while one of the other brother feeds him food, it was a regular thing and a bonding moment for the brothers, mostly Lucifer would help as well but he wasn't here, cause of a issue with "private photos and videos of the royal family" Lucifer seemed to be annoyed at this but reluctantly left, Myhilara and Isahine also chatting away helping each-other on studies as Odelia and Solielin were eating and maybe showing each-other how to make snacks from the huge amount of packaged snack given at the cafeteria. Aurmelle was gossiping with Deus as Mammon fed Beel and Asmo food while Beel did Asmo's make-up Belphegor sleeping on Odelia's lap, Aurelesia was also helping Belial, Lucifer and Diavolo (probably) in solving the issue, so she wasn't here. Rosealine, Leviathan and Raemous all playing on their Nintendos and drinking "Broken Skull" .

As everybody was doing their own things, everyone's phones started buzzing like crazy as Aurelesia entered the cafeteria and pulled Asmo out of the cafeteria, which made all the other MorningStars come-out and Aurelesia asked them question on where you were,

"When was the last time you saw Y/N?" Aurelesia asked hurriedly and concern painted on her face "Uhm, yesterday in the morning?" Asmo replied with doubt and confusion, as Lucifer also came running over his face white and pale and said,

"Y/N HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED!"

"WHAT?!" Asmo replied immediately with devastation and desperation,

Odelia immediately turned into her demon form and her eye's sclera turned black, she had always been protective and ever since she turned into a demon, she had been more protective than ever, you were a good friend and she immediately got to learn about everything according to your abduction, as others were also in their demon forms, all were angered and scared for you as some were around Xiokor interrogating the students to get clues, while Solielin was comforting Asmo as he tried to process the news of you being missing from yesterday afternoon...

After half-an hour, as Asmo was crying and hyperventilating when everybody gathered except Raemous and Beelzebub, as everyone patiently waited for them as the time ticked away everybody started getting impatient especially Lucifer. As everyone stayed there in quiet except Asmo's cries and heavy breaths. After a few moments, Raemous and Beelzebub came back, all tired and worried showing they couldn't find anything. As they were telling the emperor what they learnt the door flew off it's hinges as someone was thrown at the door. The person who bashed through the door ended up at Asmo's feet, they immediately scrambled to their feet, and bowed to Asmo's knees and apologized over and over..."Who are you?" Odelia asked the beaten up guy, turning into her demon form to protect in case of anything,

"He's the one who without any of your permission took private photos and videos and uploaded them to social media...." everyone turns their head to a familiar voice, as you entered the room dragging two other guys and throwing them near the royals' feet.

"APOLOGIZE TO THEM!" You demanded loudly, making the three guys scramble to their knees and shivers as their bow their heads to the floor apologizing over and over again, as their kept their heads down apologizing Asmo felt his blood boil as his demon form started to emerge, now before anyone could do anything, Asmo pounced on the men and for once Asmo scared everybody more than Belial, Lucifer or Diavolo...

Even after the three eldest and you tried holding Asmodeus back, it wasn't happening, until the late emperor knocked Asmodeus out and the three men were arrested...

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As Asmodeus woke up, in his pretty sunset orange mauve, pink and purple room with you beside him, you were sitting on the chair while leaning forward to hold his hand as you slept in the uncomfortable position, Asmo slowly cupped your face and gently slapped you in revenge for making him angry and worry, but careful as to not wake you. As he slowly calmed down and shook you awake. As you grumbled, rubbed your eyes, you wiped your face and yawned as you removed sleepiness from your system. You immediately became at his service, apologizing for behaving badly in front of him, asking him if he was okay, and letting him know what was going o around. Later as Myhilara walked through the hallway towards Asmo's room to check on his condition, what she was Beelzebub, Belphegor, Solielin, Isahine, Satan, and upon peeking inside Lucifer, Odelia, Zional, Ezoliana, Belial, Aurelesia, Aurmelle, Mammon, Raemous, Diavolo, Herverlia and many others taking photos of you and Asmo who were sleeping in each other's embrace very cozily. And GOD, it took Myhilara all the restrain in the world to not yell at the people for disturbing them...But guess they did look cute and they wouldn't mind some more blackmail photos, would they????

✿ Now that this has happened, prepared to be teased by him all the time, he will rile you up so you would be angry and then when you stop him he gets all pouty and tries to stop you from doing anything!

✿ Now you're a S/O of THE Asmodeus, the avatar of Lust and a royal, so you are quite famous and being famous includes being fashionable and dressing nice, I mean look at everyone in the MorningStar household or everyone from the MorningStar court, they're all wearing very fashionable clothing i very formal and lavish styles, and if you can't stay on top of trends, Asmo, Mammon, Aurmelle and Beelzebub, the fashionistas of the house are there. One thing they look for in your outfit, is cutesy and shy dressing style but one where you can easily beat up people! Cause it's free entertainment for them!

✿ Asmo is also really good at knife throwing and so he taught you to throw things so you could hit your targets even if they are running away from you, he mostly uses Leviathan as the target for throwing things like his make-up brush which is very heavy because it's made with some type of rare stone.

✿ He always patches you up and then he cuddles against you, and the medicine he uses though take up a long time to heal as compared to other medicines of Infernal, but other medicines have very heavy side effects and sometimes the bruises don't actually disappear and so Asmodeus's medicines does exactly that!

✿ He also finds you being able to fight despite your exterior especially sexy, don't ask why, he has also found it sexy when the person is the opposite of what they look like...

✿ Asmo would always cheer you on the sidelines when you fight and if they try to touch your face, they WILL face his wrath and nobody wants that in this world....

Belphegor MorningStar

◈ Belphegor is is the one who is most likely to date you, you're so nice and cute and shy and what not, he melts in your embrace and now most people wouldn't suspect anything form you two, probably....

◈ Belphegor honestly wouldn't expect things like fighting from you considering you're very shy and horribly sweet like candy, it's like he will get diabetes, it's okay, he likes that kindness and shyness. He honestly expects things like this from Mammon, Lucifer or Raemous's S/Os and so it's not very something people see coming...

◈ Belphegor is always ready to fight anyone who tries to hurt you and he does exactly that does not matter that he's the second youngest brother of the family, he will be beating people who do any funny stuff to you.

◈ Toxic best-friends, horrible family, rude barista, abusive relationships with anyone before, he is always there to take revenge for you, cause that's how my baby is with his S/O, he strives to make his S/O the most happiest person out there without thinking anything negative about themselves. And so honestly, it wasn't that you weren't able to fight, you just didn't because Belph fought people for you before you!

Belphegor was feeling your hands tightly wrap the bandages around his hands; on his knuckles, leaving his nimble and pretty fingers exposed as he stared at his twin, Beel chomping on something like always with one of his hands, tuning his guitar with his tail and his other hand. Solielin, Beel's girlfriend and one of your best friend, was being trained by him, she was lifting a shit ton of weight on her feet and as she did her headstand, her forearms shaking, Beel looked at her and smiling and then going back to whistling, tuning his guitar and eating.

Belphegor stood up sighing, slapping Beel's head, "She'e your girlfriend and she's getting tired, about time you life off some of the weight from her..." Belph said, smirking as Beel scoffed and pouted immediately stood up and lifted off all the weight as Solielin got back on her feet, smiling and thanking the twins. Belph, waved it off and gave her some water as Solielin sat beside you, Beel and Belph both going in one of the rings, when Solielin used magic to lift the very huge hammer and banged the huge gong.

The twins immediately lunged at each-other, as they fought, making sure not to hit on their face or private parts. As the twins fought, with intricate patterns of trying strike, kick, grapple and to hit each-other's pressure points as the other dodged, "It's a Indian martial fight, called Kalaripayattu." Solielin said as she smiled, you remember training this with her. "In this art-style people use their body to hit their opponents pressure point!!" You gave rest of the explanation while Solielin giggled as she brushed her hair behind her ears from her bun. Solielin always loves to teach something new to someone and you were always the one who listened to her. When she said she wanted to try kalaripayattu, because both her best-friend and her boyfriend and the royal men knew how to do it, she was super curious and she thought it would be a good way to let out steam, stress and anything that was bothering her, Kalaripayattu could be done by anyone, regardless of gender and age, but since she had no one to learn from, mainly cause she was so scared of telling the men that she had no previous experience in fighting, so she came to you because you knew how to fight and she asked you to train her and you both started training together!

Suddenly the deafening sound of the gong rang in the Siofra Hall. You and Solielin and the other royals who were in the Siofra Hall also covered their ears the sound causing a strong wind to disperse around the huge Hall, making both Beel and Belph tumble and thrown off balance, in middle of the fight.

As the wind dispersed, the sounds of laughter were heard from Lucifer and Mammon, as one of Diavolo's hand was glowing red as he used to magic to hit the gong. Diavolo smirking, watching the twins tumble off balance, as he apologized as Belph and Beel began their fighting again. Diavolo sat beside you, you three stood there and watched the twins fight, While Lucifer and Mammon fought in another ring.

As you stared intently, you thought about how strong Diavolo was to bang the gong so hard that a wind strong enough to knock a person off their feet when they're fighting..

"Well I'm quite strong and that's also because I train my magic quite often, but I lift the hammer on my own as well!" As if Diavolo said you were spooked out of your thoughts when you remembered that Diavolo can read human's minds. "Do you want to train with me a bit?? I can turn into a human for a few minutes while we fight as to not kill you!" Diavolo said as he tied his long red hair into a ponytail as he asked you with his black sclera eyes, gleaming a bit.

You nodded your head. As you, Solielin and Diavolo stood up as Solielin said, "Babe, I'm going upstairs to check the above rings for a bit!!" She told Beel who nodded his head in acknowledgement as he continued to fight and throw his twin brother across the ring. You, Solielin and Diavolo following you both, walked up the stairs and reached the rings on the above floor, there were two parts of Siofra hall, the downstairs part where around 14 rings were located and upstairs part where seven rings were located in front of the gong.

Diavolo in the beginning did stretches and exercises with you to warm-up, and then began teaching you both on how to sweep a person off their feet, literally, he taught you both on how to pick someone up and throw them with using least amount of energy and all that jazz. Until, Diavolo asked you to come to the ring with him as to how he could show you both how to throw someone off, he obviously wasn't gonna hurt you so he turned into a human for a few seconds, a human who wouldn't die if a hammer was dropped on their head. As you and Diavolo stood in the yellow part of the ring, you turned to look down at down stairs part, where Lucifer, Mammon, Belph and Beel weren't present anymore.

You thought, 'Hmm, they must be taking a break now, they have been fighting for a long time now!' when suddenly someone's hand was on your shoulder and as a reflect from your annoying bullies, enemies and fighting experience, you held the wrist of the person and hurled them into the gong which made a huge sound..As you hurled them, you saw their red eyes and realized that person was Diavolo, yet you couldn't stop his fall now and so out of surprise and fear you and Solielin yelled loudly. Diavolo banged into the gong, head first and slopped down as he let out a groan of pain. As you were about to go near Diavolo to apologize and help him, you were suddenly pulled into warm arms, as you were pushed into the person's shirt you smelled them and realized it was Belph.

"ARE YOU OKAY?!" Belphegor asked you with concern and worry written on his face as he cupped your cheeks and moved your head right and left to check for bruises, then he got down on his knees and checked everywhere else. As Beel checked up Solielin, Mammon was hiding his laugh as he and Lucifer helped up Diavolo, who was frozen. Lucifer tried to hide his laugh which he was good at, but he couldn't say the same for Mammon, who snorted every two seconds, Lucifer slapped him on the back of his head three times to stop..

Later as you were apologizing to a laughing Diavolo, who had already forgiven you, while Belphegor looked at that recording of you throwing Diavolo on repeat as he stared at the camera recording with heart-eyes like he was love-sick... It was really hot...

◈ Now the moment he saw you throw the literal creator of their realm, Diavolo across the room and on the end of the huge gong where he ended up crashing and making a dent into the metal gong, he realized he is probably like either a flightless mosquito who is trying to continuously bite you or a new born kitten to you....hopefully the latter..

◈ And now, you're constantly asked to spar with Lucifer, Diavolo, Mammon and basically everyone else to have fun around, if you're up for it actually, don't worry it's all in good fun you're a part of the MorningStar court family now!

◈ He will brushes around incense sticks around your head to bless you before a fight and then will slap your enemy and threaten them saying that if they hit your pretty face or neck or something happens, they will face him next and keep in mind, he doesn't forgive!

◈ Belphegor is always on the sidelines cheering you on and teaching you new ways to fight, always training you and training with you. You spar regularly with him, until he gets tired after three fights and wants to sit down then Beelze is the one whom you spar with on the regular!

◈ Belph is always waiting for you with a smile after a fight, he knows you'll win and if you don't, he on the sidelines eating his popcorn and soda, hell drop them in an instant and fight the person, does not matter who it, he will fight everyone, including his family and Diavolo, but he preferred if that didn't happen, he's very much loving of his family.

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Bokuto Version?

Feel free to change it up/add or remove anything 😊😊

Ps I love your writing!!

Adhdhdh I loved writing that request so much because like it’s just so cute like they’re so soft and fluffy???? Thank you so much for requesting this is so smart!!,Bokuto version of this ask!!(honestly I could see Bokuto as a single dad too guys…would you be interested in a single dad!bokuto fic?)

And one more question sorry there’s so many I just need to figure out what I want to do! Do you guys want me to post like a little prompt list like normal for 900 follower celebration or is there something else you’d want?(maybe like a cute little October themed writing list for each day?)

Tw-misunderstandings, mentions of being drunk(before reader was pregnant guys!!), pregnant reader, cursing, single mom!reader, vomiting, reader asks about cheating(he isn’t)let me know if I missed anything!!

You worked with Akaashi, he’d invited you to meet his friend Bokuto on several occasions multiple of which both you and Akaashi just drunkly giggled about. Unfortunately your boyfriend was kind of a dick so you never got to meet Bokuto before, but that didn’t matter you and that guy didn’t last long anyways.

But when you did meet him, he was head over heals, and you could never understand why. You’d been bloating and thinking nothing of it just complained to Akaashi sitting with him in his cubical after you’d rolled your chair over.

“It’s just so annoying keiji!” You wipe your eyes when you see a tall guy standing behind Keiji.

“Who’s that?” You whisper as the guy stares.

“Oh. That’s Bokuto” he smiles lightly, “finally the two of you can meet!”

And that’s where it all began, from there it was movie dates snuggled up on his couch or going to watch the sunset. However one date quickly turned sour.

You’d vomited like four times that night and Bokuto was concerned.

“Don’t like pregnant people do that?” He asked making sure that anything that could hang near the bowel of the toilet was being held back, including the pretty little necklace he’d brought you.

You sat up glaring at him before blinking…he’s right, when was your last period??? Was that why you were ‘bloating’?

And two hours and a pregnancy test later, he was definitely right, that was what pregnant people like you did.

“Well we didn’t sleep together” he mumbles looking down at the rest just as confused as you are.

“Do you think it’s his?” You whisper and he furrows his brows before he nods the tiniest bit.

“What’re we gonna d-“ you cut him off.

“Are you going to leave me?” You’re asking quickly looking for any signs that he might say yes before he’s quickly cupping your face.

“Baby, I would never! I’m always here for you, and I’ll be here for the baby too, if you let me” you let out a little giggle as you nod.

Now nearly seven months pregnant, you stand in the kitchen after you’d gotten up for water to hear Bokuto loudly talking to Akaashi.

“You’re sure? This isn’t what she’d want?” He lets out a sigh, “ I think I should just tell her…I don’t know”

You pop out of the kitchen brows furrowed, “who are you talking with?” You ask confused, “are you cheating?” You gasp when he pulls his phone away from his ear hiding it in his side.

“Baby that was Akaashi!” He tells you slipping his phone into his pocket as he wraps his arms around you.

“Are you sure?” You look around trying to grab his phone from his pocket but he swerves.

“Baby” he whines, “fine I’ll tell you” he caves after a few more times.

“It was a dress company, remember when we talked about taking maternity photos? They were telling me to send in your favorite dress to get measurements instead of just asking since I wanted it to be a surprise!” He whines a bit.

“Oh” you breath out quietly.

And he’d been right, looking back at him holding your precious daughter with a look full of pure unconditional love in his eyes as you straighten the frame of the family photos you’d taken.

If you guys want to see anything else let me know I love requests so much!!

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i would like to introduce you to my spinny guy, he is very pathetic but also very cool

Issac

below is a non comprehensive list of random facts about him (propaganda of my wet cat)

TW for body horror and slight nsfw

he could technically grow a beard, he just has male pattern baldness

he has been pronounced dead 3 times, and the last time was when Lin* removed his heart.

he can acess his magik so well and easily because his componants are themselves magik (this also makes him unstable to touch)

his mother died when he was 17 (he is now 37) due to terrowin (his father) sacrificing her to shagsus (the god of his church) (he is a priest)

he started to practice necromancy when he was 19 and training to be a cleric but stoped when he became the head priest (at 24) but when serpere(wife) 'died' he found all his old books and started practicing again

He had alot of issues with his health as a kid, require lots of surguries and medicine. eventually his parents took him to a new village (bermuda/errydyon) where they started praying to shagsus whos beliefs read that the metal of the earth is purer than the flesh of the skin. his problem organs were replace with robotic versions obtained from Rimehold and he got better.

he required matience over time as he kept getting sick untill his key organs were all mechanical

he then just did upgrades himself including his muscles and both his eyes. he did this via surgical sterilizations and biting a belt between his teeth to stop him from screaming

he has hydrolics and metal piping in his legs his arms just have steel pins and false mucle tissue

theoretically he cannot die in a way that matters

Issac cannot go near an mri machine and always gets stopped by TSA

issac can canonically speak elven

issac can withstand a Lot Of Pain

He reads romance novels before bed (this has warped his perspective of a relationship and he will keen at any cheesy move, he cannot flirt for his life)

issac theoretically doesnt need to eat or drink human food

he does however need to top up his hydrolic fluid and oil like a mfing car

i do not like to think about issacs dick or how sex works when he is a cyborg

so i wont give that information**

his eyes glow, and if you put your ear to his chest you would be able to hear the servos, hyrdolics and mechanical beat of his heart. its slower than a normal humans

he runs cold, his chest is warm due to all the mechanics but his limbs are cool to the touch unless hes been running are fighting then they are very hot (think how a laptop heats up)

he is theoretically very flexible, but also that damages his parts so, dont do that

can issac run doom?

yes? he has no screens or speakers

issac cannot grow most hair as most of his skin is synthetic so it cannot grow hair

he performed all of his tattoos himself

most of his surguries to replace his biological parts were done by himself, other than his liver, kidneys and his first eye adaptation

Theoretically you can plug a usb stick into issac and he could access the information

Issac smells like bitter almonds and cherries***

He loves baking but not cooking (he can still do both)

he likes bugs + taxidermy

Issac has autopsy scars! he was only slightly Vivisected :D (only slightly because he is questionably alive at this point)

Context

* Lin is 'BBEG' for campaign, he is very cool and you understand why he is angry

** he has a wife sorry. his wife is cooler than him by 104%

***this is what most embalming fluids smell like - is it for his still living parts or the necromancy he commits? both 🥰

info dump complete, i have more but im in the process of actually putting that into a story

#tw body horror #IssacW #dungeons and dragons #oc #anyway he is black and uses all pronouns with chronic pain #he + wife cannot have children but he wants them so badly so he helps take care of the younger members if the party and the church youths #wife is serpere who also uses any pronouns. they are bith doomed by seperate narritives and its so dramatic i love it

[xiv-wolfram]

Primals - Comic Script

Heavensward - lvl 55

Raubahn keeps forgetting Wolfram is now the Warrior of Light 😂 FYI - This is quite probably my favorite thing I've written.

Catch up on my WoLComics (Chronological List)

This is the script for a future comic. Posting for those who don’t want to wait to get the story. Numbers indicate frame number. A or B followed by ) is for a split frame.

Wolf sitting in bed in inn room. Narrator - 'Wolfram, the Warrior of Light, has just learned the truth about the Dragonsong war and is back in Ishgard. Thanks to Hraesvelgr he learned that the primal Ysayle is summoning is not the real Shiva. He's struggling to process this information so he calls his friend (and ex) Raubahn, who is recovering from the loss of his arm in the Waking Sands.'

Wolf is sitting in his bed in the inn in Ishgard. Left hand on ear, using linkshell - "-- and so if what she is summoning into herself is not in fact the actual Shiva, but a version based on her own beliefs then - what is a primal? It's just a construct of the summoner's design. Their beliefs made manifest…"

Raubahn in a bed in the Waking Sands. Right arm to ear /think - "That is indeed a shocking revelation. These beast tribes are not summoning actual gods, but using some other kind of aetherial manipulation."

Wolf sad - "I must question - do the gods themselves exist? What if there is no such thing as a god? They're all just stories about primals summoned by desperate believers. Is it all a lie? What am I fighting for?"

Rau worried - "Wolf, you're fighting as you always have... for the people. The idea of the gods brings comfort to many, including myself, but that is not why you fight."

Wolf appologetic - "I'm sorry, Rau. I understand and support your beliefs. It's just something that seems to have invaded my thoughts lately. "

Rau think - "No offense taken, my friend. I'm just not sure any of that really matters. I think the message in the stories is more important than if they really happened or not. The extent of the gods existence doesn't really change how people live their lives. Our day to day cares and concerns. How we earn our wages, care for our young, the freedoms we fight for. If the gods exist - it's clear they don't intervene in the lives of mortals. Else Rhalgr surely would have destroyed the Garleans for us." 

Wolf smiles awkwardly - "Yes but... I'm the Warrior of Light. I seem to be the exception."

Rau embarrassed - "Thall's Balls! I keep forgetting!"

Wolf laughs - "You... Keep forgetting that the Mothercrystal gave me superpowers? But aye, you're right. I haven't really been doing any of this for a deity, no matter how much people seem to think otherwise."

Rau still embarrassed - "I just meant... When we talk like this... it just feels like it did back then and I can't help but picture you that way. The way you were when we were together. Before you were the Warrior of Light." Thought - '...before I ruined everything.'

Wolf smiles sadly. Thought - '...before I ruined everything.' Say - "Oh, I see. Well... I hope that you can see me differently someday."

Rau a bit panicked - "Oh! No, Wolf I meant that in a nice way. I was just being nostalgic. Is an old man not allowed the occasional nostalgia?"

Wolf eyebrow raise - "Nostalgic? And you aren't an old man so stop saying that." Thought - 'Why does he want to reminisce on old times? Maybe he's feeling down about his arm again?'

Rau uncomfortable - "Well I mean... You fight Primals and save nations but - when we're talking like this I just imagine how we were. Young and reckless - without all of these responsibilities. Talking with you makes things feel... lighter." Thought - 'How does he manage to get me talking like this? I sound so foolish.'

Wolf smiles. Thought - 'Sounds like that was it. I'll give him the nostalgia of youth he craves.' Say - "Oh I see. Yes, it was nice to be reckless. Out all night drinking flagon after flagon of ale. Just laughing and enjoying each other's stories?"

Rau beams - "Aye, that was a more simple time." Thought - 'I miss it greatly... and him.'

Wolf grins. Thought - 'Perhaps a bit of teasing will help him feel better.' Says - "Or when we tried that strange new potion our alchemist friend made by accident that had us hearing colors." 

Rau laughs - "Aye, that's a night I'll not soon forget. What I remember about it at least."

Wolf laughing - "And you remember the next morning when we woke up hungover and half naked in the Sagoli. We couldn't remember how we'd gotten there?"

Rau laughing - "Aye, and then realized we'd gotten tattoos." Thought - 'I wonder if he kept his as well?'

Wolf smug. Thought - 'And now to make him blush.' Say - "I certainly remember the night we had far too much ale and snuck into the Coliseum. "

Rau surprised, blushing. Thought - 'Not that. Don't think about that.'

Wolf grin - "And next thing we know we're running from some Brass Blades hollering about 'degenerates sullying the bloodsands'. It's a good thing they didn't catch us. Imagine the scandal - the Bull of Ala Mhigo himself engaged in such debauchery."

Rau's face completely red - "I um .. oh you know - I think I hear Higiri coming to check on me. I'll talk to you later, Pup. I mean Wolf - I mean Wolfram, Eorzea's Champion, the Warrior of Light - Seven hells!" (linkshell clicks)

Rau facepalms, but smiling. Thought 'Gods-dammit, I can't believe he still remembers that!'

Wolfram laughing hysterically. Thought - 'and just like that - the cosmic forces manipulating my every action seem much less important.'

Catch up on my WoLComics (Chronological List)

#WoLComic #FFXIV #FFXIV WoL #OC Wolfram #FFXIV OC #Raubahn #Raubahn Aldynn #WoLBahn #Hyur Highlander #WolframSaga

[aohendo]

happy blorbo blursday!

what do Kiris and Kaar look like?

Hello, hello, and happy blursday, @on-noon!

I'm just gonna go into the doc for this and shake out whatever I have for their descriptions!

Under the cut 'cause this started getting long.

Kiris:

...The fact of the matter was, he had only just reached his twenty-second winter and he had always looked younger than his age, his Prince Yphant na Suem persona spoke just as softly as he did on the regular (albeit with a Musmiel accent which matched his appearance vice his native northern Cym burr) and he was neither brawny nor tall...

...On his upper arms were matching scars—thick and slowly healing—each over two inches across...

...There wasn’t much Kiris could do about the youth of his face or the unruly finger-width curls brushing his eyes...

Wow do I need to rewrite the first few chapters. Yikes. But anyway, that's all we've got for initial physical descriptions of Kiris. What I've got pictured in my head (and which I was able to make a sort-of accurate Artbreeder for, just below): about 5'5"-5'6", dark brown hair, fairly tight curls, dark brown eyes, darker skin, nimble hands, normally looks somewhat startled.

As for Kaar:

...“If you’re referring to Prince Kulok of Cym being of hereditary stock, I concur.”...

...“Kaar Kulok?” Kiris asked, setting aside ni Musyr’s folder. “I haven’t met him yet, but I have heard he is… religious.”...

...Hovering over him, kneeling in concern, was a prince in his late twenties who was a study in contrasts. His hair was as black as his skin was pale; his eyes as dark as his soul shone Light; his outer-tunic the color of midnight forests and the undertunic the silver glow of the moon.

“Are you well?” Prince Kaar Kulok, Cym, asked, his voice whisper soft and still as firm as an avalanche’s roar. Belatedly, Kiris realized his mouth was open. He shut it; forced neutrality as if this whole thing were planned; did his best not to explore the contours of Prince Kulok’s face this close. “Yes,” he said. “No. Maybe. I… perhaps am coming down with something.”...

...Prince Kulok had full lips, a lush red...

...His eyebrows were thick and full, two strict lines making the planes of his face that much sharper....

...Kaar had blue eyes. They were dark, similar to sapphire, and the exact opposite of the river-stone greys Nelovskevouk possessed. At first glance, it could be forgiven for assuming they were a shade of dark brown; when they caught the light like this, however, there was no mistaking it...

Kaar, both hands, smoothed his hair behind his ears, the black strands almost free-floating in the faint breeze of the hallway.

Kiris goes on in poetic fashion every-time Kaar comes by, and this doesn't even include that soul description. If you want to put a face to that, roughly think Dream from the Sandman (the TV version), but considerably less... sad noodle.

I hope you're having a happy blursday!

#princeforhire #kaar kulok #kiris na suem #blorbo blursday #wip #not? writing

[alphaman99]

excellent....well worth the read

Daniel Jupp

What is it that makes a human being, human?

One of my favourite authors, Philip K. Dick, was deeply concerned with this question. He asks and answers it in different ways in all his books, but probably most obviously in Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, which in its film version became Blade Runner.

Both remain the best novel and best film treatments of the subject of androids, or artificial intelligence in a form that resembles and is in most practical ways indistinguishable from mankind.

As our own technology advances philosophical questions about machine sentience obviously become more and relevant, but there are also multiple other ways in which the question of what constitutes a human being is a vital one.

It’s the question at the heart of an abortion debate, for instance, and it’s really a question underpinning every discussion of individual liberty. People have rights because they are people. The rights that matter most are human rights.

Philip K. Dick constantly asked the question of his characters, because he was asking it of himself. And through him, I found out that this is one of the most important questions in the history of philosophy, especially of ancient philosophy. Dick became obsessed with the Pre-Socratics because they shared his need to explore what makes us fully human. And this is very, very old thinking we are talking about, some of the oldest ideas in the history of western civilisation.

If we were to talk about narrowing the most important questions ever posed down to very simple things, to what their core essence is, we might say that they consist of ‘what am I?’ And ‘what is all this?’. What is a human, and what is the world? All of our real thought begins with these questions, which include not just our philosophy but also our art, our culture, our literature and yes, our religion, our mythology and even our science too.

I think the handprints or animal paintings on a cave that date from long before the Ancient Greeks are asking these same questions. I think the oldest surviving figurines, the Venus figures which are odd, bloated, sometimes many breasted and sometimes headless depictions of the female form (the oldest thus far discovered, the Venus of Hohle Fels, is at least 35,000 years old) are asking these two questions.

These are questions that prompt the entire history of human creativity. Whatever we possess that we created, whatever we have which is most artistic, most sacred and most meaningful outside ourselves and other living beings, is created from the point at which our species started asking these questions.

What defines us as different to another animal, the full range of our sentience, self awareness and emotion, our cognition and our capacity for reason, was born with these questions.

Asking ‘what is a human being?’ is itself one of the things that makes us human. Unless we try to understand ourselves,as individuals and as a species, we are moving through the world propelled only by instinct and animal reaction.

These questions don’t become significant again just because of technological advance. They are always significant, but we rediscover them most urgently at times of societal collapse. Societal collapse presents us with those moments where all of the long and careful answers we have built, the ones which frame our rules, our laws, our morality, are falling down around our ears.

And in these times, these circumstances, we again encounter creatures that share our appearance but share none of our inner life, creatures that wear human form but have no humanity about them.

We are wise to fear the artificial intelligence that has no limits, no conscience, no humanity. We are wiser still to fear the biological human being who has none of these things, either. And it seems to me that we are encountering and producing more and more of the latter. Whether that’s a feral youth stabbing another child to death, a Muslim terrorist committing atrocities, or an ideologically warped leftist supporting those terrorists, we are seeing more and more humans with less and less humanity.

Often, the ones who proclaim their humanity the loudest, possess the least of it.

The closest Philip K. DIck came to an answer to the question of what is a human being is that a human being has humanity. Compassion, to give it another name. And compassion not as a vain signal of virtue, and not as a thing which claims to love everyone at a remove, whilst neglecting those at home. The compassion that cannot comprehend the actions of a terrorist, and would never seek to excuse them.

We have seen compassion itself abused into its opposite. We have seen it turned into a cruelty towards the real innocents, and the real victims. In the UK we once had a man called Long Longford. Longford spent a large portion of his life arguing that the treatment and imprisonment of Myra Hindley was inhumane. He defended her. He protected her. He championed her.

Hindley, of course, was a serial killer who had tortured children to death. Both Longford and Hindley lacked real humanity, real compassion. To support evil is to commit evil. There is of course a difference between an evil action and an evil reaction, but it is a difference of degree, not of kind. Excess of alleged compassion for the guilty and the inhumane is a denial of compassion to the innocent and the human.

For me the thing that makes us human is the capacity to think and feel in ways that are different, ways that are more, than those available to an animal or a machine. We need the capacity to reason, as well as the capacity to love. Both working together prevent us from being either a Hindley or a Longford. Correct reasoning would have told Longford that the victims of Hindley were worth more than she was, as well as a correct emotional response.

In Blade Runner the androids, the replicants, insist on their existence as thinking, living beings, equal to or superior to mankind. In a way they are saying ‘we are human’, even as they despise humanity. Their surface quest is to find a way to extend their lives beyond the very short limit set by their creators. This is the same quest Gilgamesh went on in one of the earliest surviving stories we have. Their deeper quest is to understand their own nature. And this is a human quest. Their surface aim leads them to kill people and behave inhumanely. But ultimately the message is that in dying they find not just the limit of their existence, but the moral limits that make them actually human. Roy Batty in his last moments can kill or save Rick Deckard. Both have been trying to kill each other for the entire film. Batty’s last action is to choose not to kill Deckard.

And it is at this point that Batty delivers the incredible speech improvised by Rutger Hauer. The speech that confirms this was a living being with sentience and worth. But that speech is only unlocked, only made meaningful, moving and true, by behaviour, by Batty having just chosen not to kill, showing human reason, judgement, discernment and compassion. He proves with an action what he is then allowed to confirm with a speech. He reflects on the life of Deckard, and it’s worth, before he is allowed to express the worth of his own existence. In other words the poetry and reflection on his own life is only possible because the action has already made him human.

Humanity, then, is defined both by behaviour and limitation, by choosing not to do certain things, inhumane things. We must have the intellectual capacity to make that choice correctly, and the emotional capacity to want to make that choice correctly. We must be able to discern between innocence and guilt, and pick the action that makes us more, not the one that makes us less, human ourselves.

If Batty earns humanity by choosing not to kill, by understanding Deckard’s life, then conversely the kind of savagery displayed by Hamas is surely also a behaviour, a choice, that lessens their humanity, that removes their right to be considered human. Just as the actions of Myra Hindley made her less than human. You cannot take these actions and make these choices and expect the same treatment that belongs to an innocent. You have already denied that. You have already shown that you are inhuman.

To be human means to judge and evaluate, ourselves first and foremost, but others too. Psychopaths and terrorists of course also claim that they have the right to judge others, and on some religious or ideological excuse determine life and death. But the existence of false judgement that leads to barbarity does not invalidate the need for correct judgement that leads to humanity. It makes it all the more urgent.

There are objectively things you cannot do and continue to call yourself human, or be treated as human by others. The deliberate and personal and sustained act of terrorism that sees you raping women, tearing screaming children away from murdered parents, beheading babies, surely signals that it is now more humane to kill you than to let you live and do these things again. Real human life, life that still has the capacity to think and feel in ways that are more than raw brutal savagery, matters more.

What amazes and depresses me most is not just the existence of inhuman monsters like Hamas. What is almost as urgent a problem is the apparent death of a capacity to think and feel with discernment, reason and compassion amongst others. The person who can see these events and side with the terrorists. And do so whilst perhaps talking about humanity and compassion, as BLM did, or oppression, as Celtic fans did, as if any oppression we can imagine is worse than the kind that beheads babies, as if any compassion can exist whilst making excuses for beheading babies. But also the people who lack the logic and discernment, the thinking and feeling capacity, to distinguish between this and media driven hysteria on a succession of other topics, who think they are being particularly discerning and clever by displaying their own lack of humanity towards genuinely innocent victims.

We must ask what is human to be human. And we must admit that the purely savage and those who support them don’t fit the definition if the definition is to make any moral sense at all. We must demand that they be more than they are, or else we become less than human too.

Patricia Young

Excellent Daniel!!!

[keii]

Decided to do fanart of this Yoosung look bc... It’s not my fave. Hm. Not a fan at all... but god damn, I love Yoosung so much, so got no choice but to stay by his side 😔❤️

#i don't mind short hair and big eyes but idk-- for ME something seems kinda off??? #i can't put my tongue on what it is-- maybe it's the eyes... i mean tbh yoosung's official eyes always looked a bit off for me #but still love the boy so #yes no matter WHAT version I will ALWAYS include earrings on him!!! #anyway... well i mean this was fun to reimagine this design in my style LOL #Made him beefier than i intended... #killamonart #mystic messenger #mysme #mm #yoosung #yoosung kim #art #fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr

[mypoisonedvine]

𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐) || sub!bucky barnes x dominatrix!reader

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || every client is different, with different needs; but this client is, in every way, exceptional.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 5k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || smut (cnc), dom/sub relationship, ‘mistress’ title, pain kink, cockwarming, orgasm denial/control, use of a cockring, slapping, objectification/degradation, some angst and hurt/comfort, crying after sex, touchstarved!bucky

new parts posted on thursdays!  join the taglist here

"And you can promise complete and total discretion?” the deep and husky voice on the other end of the line repeated, low enough that it was almost a whisper.

You laughed a little. “Of course,” you answered. Most clients were serious about privacy, but this guy was next level. He must be famous, you thought to yourself, or married. Or both.

But just as much as your clients wanted to keep you separate from their personal life, you would rather they know nothing about who you are. Of course it was always a risk, since nobody could hide their face and you had to work out of your apartment, but you did what you could to keep your job just that— a job.

You told your friends you were a consultant, because people didn’t question that. Sure, it was hard to keep up the lie sometimes when you got last-minute bookings and had to cancel plans, but it was worth it for the money these men were willing to pay.

And this new guy? He was shelling out all kinds of cash, on a long set of conditions. Including an NDA. You wouldn’t have given him up either way, but if the contract made him feel better (and made him pay more) then you were happy to sign it.

“So it’s all anonymous, then? No ID, no credit card…?” he pressed.

“I mean, if cash is easier for you—”

“It is.”

You were starting to worry that this was a major red flag, as if he didn’t want to be traceable back to you at all. It was almost a dealbreaker, until you glanced down at the legal pad you’d written his offer on and remembered that you couldn’t afford to turn him down. “Then cash is fine,” you decided, making a note to yourself to have 911 already dialed when he came by in case his aversion to ID was really about a desire to get away with something.

“When can we start?”

“Um, well the soonest I can do is tomorrow at seven” you explained.

"Great, I'll be there," he answered firmly, apparently about to hand up.

“Hey, hey, slow down!” you chuckled. “Can I at least get a name?”

“I didn’t think we needed to do names.”

“We don’t… but if you’re willing, I’d like to know something to call you.”

“James,” he answered after a tense pause. “James is fine.”

“Alright, James, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Upon opening the door, you instantly noticed three things about him: he was tall, he was big, and he was sexy.

You had sort of been hoping that his appearance wouldn’t match his voice, but it did, and it was going to make this so much harder.  Maybe easier in a few ways, but overall worse.  It was important that you didn’t get too emotionally invested with your clients.

His eyes were dragging over you like he was just as taken aback.  Which was odd, because he must have seen your picture online before he called you.  

“James,” you greeted. “Glad you made it.”

You stepped aside to let him enter, guiding him to take a seat in your living room.  Before clients came by, you hid any signs of life and kept the space as neutral as possible, which was why the only furniture was the white couch he sat on, the black chair across from it, and a glass table in between.

You sat in the black chair and crossed your legs, noticing with pride the way his eyes studied your every move.

“It’s important that we have a discussion about boundaries and limits before this goes any further," you explained sternly, and he nodded slightly.  "Tell me what you do and don't want."

“Uh, well, I guess I was just looking for… somebody who can administer, um, discipline… you know, someone who sets rules and enforces them.  But could also be kind of, uh, sweet I guess, to.  Not too sweet, just… not too mean either."

You smiled a little; he sounded right up your alley.  "I can do that."

"You should know I… I have a… disability.  My left arm it's, um, it's a prosthetic."

"How would you like me to accommodate that?"

"Just don't say anything about it, please.  Treat it like a normal arm.  And, uh, if you could ignore my scars, too…" he added awkwardly.

"Of course,” you nodded, “I would never want to make you feel insecure."

"Well, I mean, I'm not against degradation," he admitted sheepishly, making you smile a little.

"Right: that's different.  Anything else you're distinctly not against?"

“I can take a lot of pain,” he explained matter-of-factly.  “However much you think I can handle, double it.  I wanna feel it.”

You could almost hear the words he wasn’t saying: I wanna feel something.

“Okay, we can do that.  You’ve probably heard of the color system," you posited.

“I haven’t.”

"Oh."  That threw you off slightly… how new was he to this scene?  “Well, it’s traditionally green, yellow, red; like a stoplight.  Red means stop.  Yellow means proceed with caution.  Green means continue.”

“Sounds simple enough.”

“Too simple for me, in fact.  I have my own version: ‘red’ will make me stop what I’m doing, but only ‘black’ ends the scene entirely.  And then there’s ‘blue.’  That means you want more.”

He smirked a little; a strong show of emotion compared to his stoicism so far.  “I think I’ll use that one most.”

“Just don’t be afraid to use anything else, alright?  I’d never be disappointed in you for safewording, or even just needing a break.”

He nodded.  “Can we get to it then?”

“You’re rushing as always,” you laughed.  “I’m not charging you for this part.  We have plenty of time— don’t we?”

“Yes, but—” he sighed.  “You look really… I walked in and, I guess I’m just really looking forward to this.”

You almost would’ve smiled at the compliment but you thankfully suppressed it.  “And what is it that you’re looking forward to?  What do you want me to do to you?”

His jaw tightened as he looked away from you.  “Um, there’s a lot.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Ropes.  Strongest you have.  I can buy you stronger ones if you need them, for next time…”

He’s already thinking about next time?  He’s already thinking about buying me things?

“Alright, I can do ropes: wrists and ankles?  Or more than that?”

He seemed a bit confused by that question.  “Is there anywhere else?”

“Torso,” you enumerated, “neck—” you stopped because you saw his reaction to that, and it made you smile a bit.  “Okay, so maybe the neck is something to try.  Do you like being choked?”

“I… I don’t know…” he sighed.

“Have you ever been choked before?”

“Not… sexually...”

You felt your eyebrows rise, but didn’t want to press; a story for another time, perhaps.

“We’ll have to discuss silent safewords and signals so you can tap out, but if you’d be willing to try it—”

“Yes.”

You laughed.  “Eager, are we?”

He swallowed, and you wondered if you shouldn’t have let your ‘dom voice’ slip out in that moment… but he looked so good flustered like that.  He adjusted himself slightly in his chair and you hoped he was already hard.  And with that thought in mind, you couldn’t stop yourself from teasing him further.

“Do you like being called certain things?” you asked, voice lower as you leaned forward.  “How do you feel about ‘pet’?” 

He almost kept up his poker face, but his gaze faltered at the same time he moved in his chair again.  “Um, ‘pet’ is okay.”

“Baby boy?”

“Not really my speed,” he shrugged.

You slipped out of your chair and stood up, approaching him slowly as the click of your heels echoed across the tile.  He watched you with wide eyes and quickening breaths.

“What do you like?  Tell me,” you demanded, though you kept your tone light.

“Uh,” he paused, watching your hand as it rested on his leg, “I like… I like being called a good boy.”

You grinned as you pulled your hand away, watching him tense up with disappointment.  “I can do that,” you agreed, lifting his chin with a finger until he looked at you with those beautiful, desperate eyes, “if you actually are being a good boy for me.” “I will,” he promised quickly, “I’ll be so good.”

“Mmm, I bet you will,” you purred.  “So willing to please…”

“Tell me how,” he sighed as your hand trailed from his chin down to his chest, slipping under the loose collar of his henley and rubbing his chest.  “Tell me how to please you.”

“Well, for starters, I have a name, too: Mistress.”

He sighed like the wind had been knocked out of him, but nodded.

“And if I ask you a question, I expect you to answer ‘Yes, Mistress’ or ‘No, Mistress’.  Is that clear?”

“Uh-huh,” he agreed before suddenly correcting himself, “um, yes, Mistress.”

“I’ll let you have that one,” you frowned, “but further infractions will be punished.”

“Yes, Mistress; I’m sorry, Mistress,” he moaned, melting under your touch as your hand moved down to rub his thigh through his jeans.

“Now, just for fun,” you smiled, leaning down until your lips were nearly brushing his ear, “tell me what you want.”

“Please touch me, Mistress,” he sighed.

“But I am touching you.”

“Touch my… touch my cock," he clarified, adorably embarrassed. "It’s so hard for you…”

“We’ll get to that eventually.  Let’s go to the bedroom first, okay?”

However good he looked standing in your doorway half an hour ago, it was nothing compared to how he looked naked and hard and tied to your bed.

Yes, the prosthetic and the scars that attached it to his body were hard to ignore.  He had failed to warn you that it was metal, so you couldn’t hide the slight shift of your face when it caught the light; you hoped he didn’t think it was a look of judgment or disgust, because you truly didn’t think it was anything upsetting.  Maybe the scars were a little worrying… but they didn’t seem to bother him now, at least physically.

But truly, if anything was distracting about his body, it wasn’t the arm.  It was his muscles— no wait, it had to be his cock, right?  It’s tough to call: on one hand, his entire body was toned and hardened beyond the peak of human conditioning, his thick thighs making your mouth water already, his chiseled abs almost making you jealous; but on the other hand, between those lovely thighs and curving up against those perfect abs was a cock that rivalled anything you'd ever seen before, with a blue vein running up one side and a drip of precum rolling down the other.

You finally sauntered up to the bed and ran your fingers over the taught ropes, pretending to ignore him watching you impatiently.  It was almost hotter knowing that he could pull out of the ropes if he really wanted to.  More than most, he was choosing to submit to them and to you.

“How’s this knot feel?  Too tight?” you hummed, tugging the rope just beside his wrist and watching his hand move limply with it.

“No, it’s good.”

You stepped back to the foot of the bed and stripped slowly, peeling off your black dress to reveal a matching lace set underneath.  You left your heels on as you stepped out of the dress and kicked it aside.

Turning back to face him, James looked like he was all but drooling.  You could see in his eyes how much he wished the ropes weren’t holding him back so he could run his hands all over your body.

But you could tell he craved being denied what he wanted, by the way his cock flexed of its own volition.

You let yourself smile as you crawled your way up the bed and over his body, like a panther stalking its prey, and boy did he look ready to be devoured.

"Are you scared?" you asked quietly.  He shook his head.  "Are you ready?"

He nodded.  You sat up as you straddled him, positioned just right such that no part of you was really touching him, and watched with delight as he tugged against the ropes slightly to try to get closer.

"So needy," you grinned, somewhere between praising and scolding him.  Your fingers ghosted over his chest and he shivered; he asked you to treat his prosthetic like a normal arm, so you dragged your nails down the metal and watched his eyes flutter shut.  When you pulled your hand back and left him untouched again, he whined slightly.

“Aw, poor thing,” you pouted as you examined him, desperation emanating off of him in an invisible aura.  “Your cock is all red and leaking… it must hurt, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned.

“What if I touch it a little?” you offered.

“Please…”

You traced your fingers lightly up and down his length, tickling the skin and giving him the least pressure that you could.  He whimpered and you chuckled mockingly.  “I said I’d touch it a little, sweet boy, are you not satisfied?”

He bucked up into your touch as best he could, causing you to pull your hand away.  “Baby, please—” 

You cut him off with a slap to the face, as hard as you could muster.

“Mistress!” he corrected with a whine.  “Mistress, please… please wrap your hand around it.”

“Around what?” 

“Around… my cock.  Stroke me, please…”

“All you had to do was ask,” you grinned, finally tightening your hand around him and moving slowly up and down the shaft.  His head fell back with a soft moan, just from that.  Your teasing had certainly helped get him this worked up, but you knew it wasn't just that… he was plenty sensitive all on his own, apparently.

It made your mouth water.

"Does this feel good, James?" you asked huskily.

"S-so good," he whimpered, "please can you… stroke it a little faster, please, Mistress…"

"Hmm, not yet," you decided, feeling him tense up beneath you.  "Relax," you instructed with a free hand rubbing his thigh gently.  

You continued to teasingly stroke his length, never quite giving him the pressure or speed he needed to get closer to his release, savoring every whimper and whine and sigh from him along with the satisfying weight of his cock against your palm.

It felt like you'd never get tired of wielding so much power in your hand.

"Please," he sighed, "I need more…"

"You want me to stroke you faster?" you pressed, already knowing that wasn't what he meant.  He shook his head and you grinned, leaning in closer but letting go of his cock. 

Slowly, you let the lace covering your core rub up against his shaft, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.  "Ohhhhh," he moaned, "oh fuck, Mistress…"

You grinned and kept rocking against him, easily feeling the warmth of him through your panties— meaning he, in turn, could feel the warmth of you.  "How does it feel, baby?" 

"Good," he choked out, "really, really good… fuck, I want more, I need more, please…"

"Are you my good boy, James?" you asked in a low purr.  He nodded eagerly, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed nothing.  "Do you want to be inside me?" you finally whispered against his ear, letting a finger run lazily up his spine and feeling him shiver so hard it was more like he was convulsing.

"Please, Mistress, I'll do anything…"

You didn't touch all of your clients sexually, due in part to the fact that they usually wanted a lot more pain than pleasure.  You'd only had sex with one or two of them, and it wasn't a routine thing.  Before today you never would've imagined doing this with a first-time client, but to be completely honest… he was fucking hot.  The kind of guy you'd be spreading your legs for instantly if you weren't at work and he wanted to buy you a drink or grab lunch.  And he was here, at your disposal, begging you for more.  How could you say no?  

You pulled your panties aside and gripped his cock tightly to guide it to your entrance, studying his face twisted in anticipation before sinking down and watching him gasp and sigh all at once, somehow.

It took a lot of effort to hide your own pleasure when he was stretching you out so perfectly, but you managed to suppress the desire to moan and just smile at his fucked-out expression instead.

Finally, your hips met with his and you got to sit there and enjoy the look of dawning agony as he realized you were staying completely still.

“Move, please,” he sobbed, “oh god, Mistress, please move…”

“But I thought you wanted to be inside me?  Isn’t this what you asked for?”

He whined and tried to wiggle his hips; all that got him was two hard slaps to the face.  

“No whining,” you instructed through your teeth.  “Good boys don’t whine.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whimpered, “‘m your good boy, I promise.”

“I know you are,” you grinned, “or at least, I know you can be.  Show me how good and patient you are.”

Reaching to the side a bit without getting off of him, you pulled a vibrator from your drawer.  His eyes went a little wide when he saw it, and you laughed.

"Don't worry, this isn't for you.  It's for me," you explained as you turned it on, inserting it between your body and his to touch the toy against your clit.  He winced as you sighed contentedly.  "Fuck, it feels good.  Can you feel it on your cock?"

"A… a little…" he hissed.

"I bet it feels good for you too," you posited, "but not good enough to make you come."

After a little pause, he nodded breathlessly.

"Good," you smiled.  "I just wanna come with your cock inside me.  I wanna know how it feels to get off with my favorite toy while being full of my newest toy."

"Fuck," he groaned.

"Do you like that, pretty boy?  Do you like me using your cock, being your Mistress' dumb little fucktoy?"

"Yes," he sobbed, hips shifting ever so slightly beneath you as he sought more stimulation from your flexing walls.  Shifting the vibe to hit right on your clit, you cried out— and he did too, at the feeling of you tightening around him.

"God, you love being Mistress' dildo, don't you?"

He nodded, biting hard on his lip until you worried he'd hurt himself.  He moaned again as another jolt of pleasure forced your channel to clench on his cock.

"You're making too much noise for a fucktoy, you need to be quiet."

He opened his mouth for a second, but closed it again and nodded instead.  

"You can do it yourself right?" you pressed, seeing him nod.  "You don't need me to gag that pretty mouth?" 

He whined but shook his head, keeping his lips pressed together.

That went on for a few more moments as you teased yourself with the vibe, hoping to draw this out for the sake of his struggle.  Wanting to up the ante, you took the vibe off your clit and turned it off for a moment.  "I think this would feel better with a little lube… will you get it wet for me, James?"

You brought the toy to his lips and he eagerly wrapped them around it, sucking lightly on the silicone with those pretty lashes resting on his cheeks.

"There you go, that's a good boy," you praised, pulling the toy from his mouth, "that's my good boy…"

"Yours…" he repeated weakly, "wanna be good for you, just for you…"

This time when you turned it on and pressed it to your clit again, you instantly gasped and felt your walls bare down on him; turning up the vibration, you actually moaned aloud and saw him wince.  "Oh, can you feel it now?" you asked tauntingly.  He bit his lip and nodded.

It really wasn't even intentional but you felt your hips start to rock, making him gasp as his eyes shot open.  For a guy who had been begging you to move not too long ago, he looked pretty overwhelmed by it now.

"Fuck, I'm gonna make myself come on your cock… do you wanna feel me come, baby?"

He seemed conflicted, which was exactly what you were going for.  You wanted him to struggle, just enough, between his need to satisfy himself and his desire to please you.  "I… I want to make you come, Mistress," he finally choked out, notably answering a slightly different question than the one you'd asked.  

You smiled and leaned in to whisper in his ear: "Are you afraid that if you feel me come around you, you won't be able to hold back?  That you might accidentally come inside me?"

He made a needy little groan and nodded.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna help you," you promised sweetly, but of course as soon as he saw you grab a cockring from your drawer he changed his tune.

"N-no, Mistress, please," he begged with wide eyes, "I'll be good, just not that— don't put that on me."

You smirked and sat up, pulling off of him and slowly slipping the ring on his throbbing length as he quietly pleaded for mercy.  He winced when you pushed it down to the base of him, his cheeks burning hot red now.

"Is it a little too tight, baby?" you cooed, grinning when he nodded.  "Good."

You sank back down into him and let your hips grind on his, working your clit with the vibe and even kicking it up to the next highest setting.  He jolted beneath you, clearly feeling the vibrations strongly now, and you let the view of his beautifully broken facial expression egg on your own climax.

"Mm, I'm close, baby," you whispered, "just stay still and let Mistress use you like a good little boy."

He made a small noise through his teeth but seemed to manage okay, even when your walls began to pulse rhythmically around him and your head fell back, your free hand palming at your breast through the lace bra just to add that last little edge of sensation.

"Oh fuck, fuck," you moaned, "that's my good boy…"

You shakily pulled the vibe away and turned it off, still a little numb on your clit but feeling your channel still rippling slightly with aftershocks; he seemed to feel them in spite of their subtlety, if the panting breaths that filled his muscular chest rapidly were any indication.

As slow as you could manage, you pulled your body off of him and sat back on his legs to stare at his cock.  The remnants of your orgasm left plenty of lubrication to stroke it, focusing on the head which had turned almost purple now.

"M-Mistress," he groaned, writhing under your touch.

Amazingly, his cock was already flexing in your hand, and a growl of pride and hunger echoed in your chest.

“Oh fuck, can you come for me, James?” you moaned, pumping him so fast your hand was a blur.  “Can you be my good boy and come right through the cockring?”

“Yes,” he sobbed, “gonna come, Mistress, please—”

“Come right now,” you demanded, watching his face instantly fall slack as he spurted out onto his own chest and stomach, cock flexing and pulsing in your hands as his legs quivered and his hips thrusted wildly.

And the tears were flowing soon after.  You weren’t sure if it was sub drop or just the power of his release, but between weak sobs he whispered broken apologies.

“You did so good,” you cooed as you slipped off the ring and wrapped your arms around him, subtly trying to reach over to untie the ropes.  But you didn’t need to; he flexed his arms and the restraints popped like floss.  He embraced you in return as you let his head fall onto your chest.  “You’re so good, it’s okay,” you continued, stroking his hair.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated again, breathing quickly and wetting you with his tears.

This, you realized, is what he had made you sign the contract to protect.  It wasn’t that he was excessively embarrassed about his sexual proclivities, but that this was his space to be soft, and weak, and broken.  Apparently he wasn’t ready for anyone else to know that he wasn’t steel all the way down.

“Shh, it’s okay… you’re okay…” you breathed, indulging him in this moment even though it was more intimate than you preferred to get with customers.  Aftercare was an important part of your job, certainly, but so was enforcing boundaries.

He began to soothe as you kissed his forehead gently, whispering well-deserved affirmations and praise.  As his breathing slowed and moved back to normal, he pulled back and looked up at you.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated one more time, but not as wavering as before, “I didn’t think I would… that was unexpected.”

“No, it’s somewhat normal,” you exaggerated slightly, “this kind of thing… it’s taxing, I pushed you to your limits.  You were really tough, and it’s all very vulnerable.”

“Thanks,” he sighed, sniffling and wiping his eyes.  “And sorry about your ropes,” he smiled as he noticed the frayed ends coming off of where his wrists were still tied.

“Let me help you get those off,” you smiled, loosening the knots and sliding the binds off of him, quickly massaging the places that the rope had constricted.  “Blood flow’s okay?”

“Yep,” he nodded.

“You numb anywhere?” you pressed.

“Uh, just my dick.  And my brain is all fuzzy…” 

You smiled.  “Can’t help the first one.  Let me get you some water for the second.”

“No!” he yelped suddenly.  “Um, don’t go yet, please…”

“Of course,” you smiled.  “I’ll untie your ankles, then.”

He still seemed disappointed, as if he expected you to hug him for hours and never move.  He let you go this time, though, and loosened his grip so you could slide down to the foot of the bed.  

"Was that sort of what you were hoping for when you called me?" you asked as you untied the ropes slowly and took a moment to massage the skin underneath, hoping to restore any lost blood flow.

"So much better than what I was hoping for," he admitted with a breathless chuckle.  "You're… really good."

"Well, thank you," you shrugged, "it comes with practice and experience.  You held your own, too."

"I wish I could say that was from practice and experience.  I didn't want to say anything before but I've, uh, never actually… been to a domme before."

You smiled slightly, coming back up and being pulled into another embrace.  "Um, I'll admit I can kind of tell…" you mumbled.

"I'm not supposed to touch you like this," he realized quietly, relaxing his grip on you and pulling back.  "I'm sorry."

"No, it's alright, just don't get too comfortable because we only have—" you glanced at the clock— "eight more minutes until you need to leave."

"I'll get up and get dressed soon," he offered with a sigh as you got up and quickly slipped on a robe, grabbing him a damp washcloth for the drying come on his torso.

You tilted your head as you watched him clean up, and you wanted to offer some touch that was a bit less intimate than a hug, so you found yourself blurting out: "do you like having your hair played with?"

"Um, I don't… I don't know," he admitted as he reached up to card his fingers through the hair in question.  "No one else has ever really touched my hair before."

"Really?" you laughed, getting back on the bed to sit beside him.  "It looks pretty luscious.  I figured any girlfriend of yours would want to get her hands on it."

"Oh, well, the last time I had a girlfriend… it wasn't long then," he explained, and you kept on your best poker face.  His hair looked like he'd been growing it out for at least two years, unless it grew crazy fast or something.  How long had he been single?  With a body like that you could barely believe that he was single now.

"Do you mind if I touch it?" you offered quietly, and once he gave you a nod you reached forward and combed your fingers through it, reaching deeper to scratch at his scalp, occasionally pulling the strands lightly into loose braid-like patterns that fell away almost immediately afterwards.  He sank into your touch until you found yourself supporting his head against your chest, mindlessly playing with his hair until you noticed his eyes were shut, his breathing was slowed, and his body was limp on top of yours.

He fell asleep.

You laughed silently to yourself, realizing that you couldn't get him off of you without his cooperation since he was so heavy and you had no shot at lifting him.  And, of course, his cooperation required his consciousness… which required waking him up.

And, for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.  He just looked too peaceful, for a guy who had never seemed truly relaxed around you.

Was there any other way he could relax?  Cause it kinda seemed like he really, really needed this.  And you were in the business of meeting needs, to say the least.

So, with an apologetic text to your last client of the night that you needed to reschedule, you let James sleep on you as you closed your eyes and drifted off as well.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #sub!bucky barnes x domme!reader

[elysianslove]

ay yo? lmao haiiiii any chance we can get some haikyuu boys and nicknames they'd call their s/o? a lil deprived of kageyama, so if possible can you pls include him?? i hope you're doing well :)

omg wait i remember seeing this in my inbox and planning on answering it but i ,,, i forgot :( im sorry :( but here it is lovely <3 

HAIKYUU BOYS AND NICKNAMES 

ANGEL ! — 

akaashi; out of all his nicknames for you, this is his favorite!! he just thinks it’s very fitting for you, because you’re nothing short of ethereal for him. loves to say it when he’s first greeting you or as he kisses you gn or!!! when he says thank you :) 

osamu; it slips sometimes with him!! not his go-to but it’s very familiar on his tongue when it comes to you, and that’s very endearing :,) just slips casually when he’s asking you a question like, “angel, do we need milk?”  

daichi; omg he usually adds to it and it ends up being some cheesy stuff like “angel-face” and it makes you all flustered because wtf man :( and he always says it while laughing teasingly too ugh :( 

suna; suna has the cheesiest nicknames for you and you cannot convince me otherwise, and you can never tell if it’s genuine or ironic but,,, it doesn’t matter. he sounds so sweet calling you “angel” so whatever :) 

aran; this man. this man. he says it cause he knows it has you weak. he says it so lovingly, so sweetly, so casually, so suave and relaxed and his voice is so smooth and deep. who wouldn’t be swooning over him??? 

aone; AONE AONE PLS AONE PLEASE. he’d just think it’s such a sweet and kind and soft nickname and he likes the way it sounds when it’s whispered and he thinks nothing is more perfect than nicknaming you angel and he says it all the time like “ok, angel,” and “see you tomorrow, angel,” and, “love you, angel,” and it’s so quiet but so sweet hwbwjsjd 

oikawa; he’s about to be in 90% of these cause he’ll be calling you anything but your name. is it because he wants to be annoying and to get on your nerves? or is it because he genuinely means it? the world will never know. you’re not even sure he himself does. 

DOLL ! — 

matsukawa; are you kidding me this is his. it’s HIS. he sounds so hot saying it and he looks so hot saying it and he’s so charming and it’s so like easy on his tongue. and he has a slight drawl to it too and he always says it with this aura of relaxation and ease it’s so hot. he just. he loves it. he loves you. you love it. the world is a better place. 

atsumu; he thinks he’s way cooler than he is when he says it. you suppose he is pretty hot when he calls you doll but you’re not gonna tell him that!!! it’s not his go-to but you can catch it slipping off his tongue every once in a while. 

kuroo; yesyesyes he loves it. only ever says it when he’s so up close and personal with you like cups your cheeks and hovers his lips against yours like, “heya, doll,” and he’s just so handsome. ugh. 

kageyama; at the start of your relationship, kageyama called you by your name and nothing else!! but then he had like this talk w someone and they asked him what he calls you and he realized like,,, am i supposed to be doing it differently??? spent so long just searching up “cute nicknames for my s/o” and then he found “doll” and was like ok. i’ll try. and he tried!! and it stuck!! plus timeskip kags calling you doll??? that’s so hot bye

oikawa; this might be the only sincere nickname he has for you cause everything else is either to provoke you or to be cringy and annoying. and i’m sure you prefer doll over sweet cheeks and pumpkin pie and cinnamon whatever like you hungry tōru?? anyways he loves loves loves calling you doll cause he thinks it’s such a ? smooth and serene nickname? and his voice always gets deeper and quiet when he says it so!!!! 

SUNSHINE ! — 

hinata; please he is all the sunshine, but he always claims that you’re the true sun in his life. idk hinata would be so lame yet so cute like that :( and he always says it with such a big grin he’s so cute pls :( 

tendō; he’s so cute he’s so cute he’s so cute !!!!! your contact name is “my sunshine” definitely definitely definitely. he is literally in love with you and wants the whole world to know it. he loves screaming it out for everyone to hear but also absolutely adores like hugging you from behind and whispering in your ear as he kisses your cheek, “hey, sunshine.” :(((((

kenma; kenma doesn’t wanna think too hard on the whole nicknames thing but he also does kind of sort of really wants to call you something special and the first thing that pops in his head is sunshine. first time he used it you were Shocked but he was acting nonchalant about it (read: freaking out on the inside) and you were like “ok guess im sunshine now.” and you are his sunshine to this day. 

BABY/BABE ! — 

atsumu; it’s easy and it’s endearing!! he personally loves being called babe but he loves hugging you close to him after a long day and just sighing, “hey, baby,” like. he loves it okay. he thinks it’s perfect cause it fits and cause it’s like kinda traditional yk!! 

bokuto; he loves calling you baby cause he just cannot fathom that you’re his like he loves to always say it!!! and he loves how casual it is too like he can just call you that?? that’s so cool?? 

iwaizumi; again with the traditional but endearing and fitting. he doesn’t have to think too hard on it, but also it still means something and is more than just your name or a shorter version of it. also he sounds so hot calling you baby or babe idk i just know it. 

hanamaki; king of “babe! babe :( babeeee! babee. babe come on! babe! baby :(” you’re 99% sure he’s just provoking you at this point. like say babe one more time. but he actually loves resorting to baby, especially when you’re upset and he wants to be as endearing and kind as he can to you. 

daichi; very traditional too tbh. honestly when you two first started dating it was all he could think of saying without feeling awkward or feeling like he was trying too hard. later on when he started to feel more comfortable and more secure he got more creative. 

nishinoya; he has been waiting for this moment his whole life. the moment he can actually call someone his baby or babe. it’s his favorite and possibly only nickname (aside calling you pretty or gorgeous or handsome) and it will always be. 

MY LOVE ! —

akaashi; definitely definitely definitely calls you “my love” like i am 100% sure of this. akaashi is just so. he’s just so romantic but it’s also so unintentional? he says it because it feels natural and it feels right like you are his love after all, aren’t you? 

sakusa; he’s not one for elaborate nicknames honestly, and he feels like “my love” is the right balance of sweet, kind, fitting, and subtle and serene. it’s not doing too much but it’s also doing more than enough yk? also people that look like they would wear a trench coat/blazer and a turtleneck beneath also look like they would use the term “my love” hence sakusa and akaashi. 

tendō; i am telling you guys he is a simp. the loveliest simp ever. he says it so sweetly too like it genuinely makes your tummy twist and heart backflip when you hear him say it cause you can hear how genuine he is in his words oh my god. 

kita; he just !!! he is just husband material okay!!! he is so endearing and he says it in the softest most genuine voice ever and it’s literally his go to because yes you are his love you’re his entire world!!! he loves you!! he wants you to know it every time he calls out to you!! 

BUNNY/PUPPY ! —

bokuto; ARE YOU KIDDING ME. HE LOVES IT. he. loves it. he just finds it so cute and like. he loves the way he associates it with you now. prefers puppy over bunny but like. he loves both. he adores both. 

matsukawa; calls you bunny all the time. not more than doll, but it’s definitely so common. he won’t use it around others not because it’s embarrassing but more because he kinda wants it to be just a thing between the two of you, honestly. 

kenma; IT SLIPPED ONCE AND HE WAS LIKE. A DEER CAUGHT IN THE HEADLIGHTS. he calls you bunny!! sometimes, not always. when he wants something from you mostly. “pass me the water.” “no.” “bunny please :(” it works like magic every time. 

oikawa; oh my god can you imagine??? he loves it so much because one, he thinks it’s such a cute nickname props to whoever decided let’s use pets as literal pet names, but also two, he thinks nothing describes you or fits you better. you are just his bunny :( his puppy :( he loves you :( 

kageyama; timeskip kageyama calls you puppy. i have nothing more to say.

hinata; timeskip hinata calls you puppy. again, i shall say no more. 

suna; hello !!! he loves to call you bunny and/or puppy. the feel of satisfaction he gets when he calls you that like ,,, he feels like you’re properly his yk? yk.

KITTEN ! — 

kuroo; this one is for him and only him. 

LOVELY ! — (maybe sweetheart too) 

osamu; is there anything more beautiful than a tired osamu snuggling up to yoi and with a deep gravely voice saying, “missed you, lovely,” ? no there is not. it’s his favorite nickname for you, and he uses it all the time!! kisses your forehead as he leaves and tells you, “have a good day, lovely,” and comes back home and says, “hiya, lovely,” and tilts his head when you wanna talk to him about something like, “what’s up lovely?” cause you are his lovely, you’re his loveliest. 

sugawara; i have no other explanation other than i can picture it perfectly. he thinks it’s the best choice of a pet name he’s ever chosen and thought of. and he loves the smile on your face whenever he says it, he thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever <3 

BAE ! —

hanamaki; is it a joke? is it not? both. 

okay im sure i missed so many boys but i can’t think of any rn bc it’s like. hella late :( but i wanted to put something out for you guys!! point is, if i didnt mention a boy and you want to know, send me an ask!! and if i didn’t mention a nickname and you want to know that too? send me an ask well!! ill be happy to answer it <3 

love u all mwah <3 

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #akaashi x reader #miya osamu x reader #daichi x reader #suna x reader #aran x reader #aone x reader #oikawa x reader #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #iwaizumi x reader #kuroo x reader #kageyama x reader #hinata x reader #tendo x reader #kenma x reader #miya atsumu x reader #bokuto x reader #sakusa x reader #nishinoya x reader #sal’s fluff tag <3

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

snake | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Your parents have no qualms on doing whatever they can to climb the social ladder. That includes assigning you a betrothed you've never met, an offering to the crown prince. You, the one the gossipers whisper under their breath... the Snake Princess.

warnings: implied parental emotional and physical abuse; language; non-idol!AU - prince!Yoongi x aristocrat!reader, ft overprotective (but secretly soft), tattooed, little brother!JK; based on this

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“I don’t care what our father said, you’re not marrying him!”

You scratched your ear, partly shielding it from the loud voice of your brother.

“He’s an asshole!”

“You don’t know him?” you offered, affixing your earring, somewhat annoyed. The yellow gold wasn’t quite your style. Your parents liked such gaudy, ugly things.

Both in fashion and tradition, unfortunately.

“Do you?” your brother shot back, throwing himself up from your bed where he was yelling at the ceiling about nothing he could change. It was a favorite past time of his, along with following you around like a talkative shadow.

“No, that’s why I’m meeting him today,” you replied dryly. You switched to the other ear, adding the dragon-shaped ear cuff above the gold earring. Your parents hated it when you added such aggressive accessories – they’re not womanly, they would say – but if you were going to be betrothed to some guy on the sole basis that they had ambitions and he was the man who so happened to be the next-in-line for the throne, you weren’t going to lie about what kind of woman you were.

“Aren’t you pissed?”

You shrugged. “Is it so bad?”

“Yes!”

You sighed and flickered your eyes to the mirror, seeing Jeon Jungkook’s furious expression, long black hair tied back with lingering strands framing his high cheekbones, his black and gold robes wild, poorly tied and revealing half of his tanned, toned chest. His dark brown eyes flashed, pressing his cherry-painted lips together, jawline sharp and defiant. That’s how Jungkook always looked, messy, undone, borderline furious.

Everyone called him the Reckless Prince.

You just called him little brother.

“Noona…”

“Hmm?”

You saw him frown and you looked away, running a hand through your hair, browsing your hair accessories. You used to have an aide to help you at one point, but you told your parents to get rid of them, preferring to get ready by yourself. And besides, Jungkook liked to burst in and interrupt you with his relentless tirades about how unfair your arranged marriage was. There was no point in having hired help when you could coerce your brother into doing things as you put up with him.

“Can I brush your hair?”

“You have arms and hands, so you’re physically capable, yes.”

You heard him click his tongue in annoyance and smirked, shifting your eyes to the mirror. He was behind you now, face no longer visible. It didn’t matter. You already knew his cross expression quite well. He snatched the ornate comb from your vanity, the black snake head clearly visible on the side of his right wrist, inked near his thumb. Your parents scolded and beat him for getting it, but Jungkook could care less, breaking the wooden paddle with ease, right out of your mother’s hand.

You hadn’t said anything.

The rumors called you the Snake Princess.

Quick-witted, sharp, vicious. Not to your face though, because that was just foolishness. It wouldn’t be only your wrath they would be evoking.

Jungkook ran the comb through your hair, gently separating the strands, careful not to pull too hard. He was better than any aide anyway. They merely yanked and pulled you into their standard of beauty, ignoring your opinions or input, always citing that it was important to not look like a peasant, important to always look above your status, using your beauty to save face.

Saving face.

You hated those words.

“What if he’s a horrible person?” your brother asked quietly, tucking the strands away from your eyes only for them to slip back stubbornly.

“Then he’s a horrible person,” you replied, applying your makeup. “And you’ll probably do something about it.”

Jungkook made a noise between an aggravated bear and an injured tiger.

“If he so much as puts one fingertip on you, I’ll kill him.”

You snorted. “I’d hate to tell you what marriage entails, Jungkook.”

The comb in your hair paused.

His anger subsided, just like that.

“You’re really going to do it?” he asked softly. “Really, really?”

You heard the pain in Jungkook’s voice.

You recalled when you received the news many years ago, silent fury as your parents gave you away, turning you into a transaction to raise their own reputation and status. Your reaction was nothing to your little brother’s, him running to your room and crying in your arms, distraught and upset that you were leaving him, declaring he hated your parents, everyone, and everything.

“You’re supposed to protect me,” Jungkook had sobbed, already too big for you to hold like this but you did anyway, patting his head and wiping his tears with your sleeve. “You’re supposed to be here, with me, forever and always.”

He had taken your hand, tucking his fingers in yours, pressing your pinkies together.

“You promised me.”

And you had, from the very beginning, the shy kid always following after you and making you speak for him, your parents yelling and scolding him to be a man, but you defending him, taking the slaps meant for him, sneaking him sweets when he was hiding his tears, telling him it was okay to cry and that noona would stay here and listen to his worries, no matter if it was as stupid as a butterfly flying away or the teacher once again reprimanding him for his poor scores.

The amount of pressure they put on him just because he was the son was immense.

“I wanna play,” he had cried softly. “I don’t have to study anymore.”

“You want to be stupid?” you had teased, patting his head. “What if I had my lessons with you? I can make that happen.”

“R-Really?”

So, you made it happen, telling your parents and tutors that it would be better for him to be exposed to more complex concepts earlier rather than later and watching someone learn would improve his own scores. You made yourself a better student for his benefit and he, in turn, followed obediently, doing what you did, always overjoyed to hear your praise.

You and your snake tongue could made anything happen for him.

“This servant is bothering me.”

You found some questionable information on that servant and they resigned rather quickly.

“I don’t like the girl our father introduced me to.”

Suddenly said girl was no longer interested in Jungkook. For… reasons.

“I wish I could go on vacation, even for a couple days.”

That one got you both beaten for your three-day adventure to the sea, mostly because you had to run away from your duties to do it. But it was worth it to see the smile on Jungkook’s face.

Then Jungkook became a teenager.

You might have taught him that rules were for old people, for the generation too uptight.

He wanted to do a whole lot of things and you made it happen. Getting him out of those sticky situations was a bit tough, but nothing unmanageable. And now Jungkook was a young adult who did not care about anyone’s opinion other than yours, getting tattooed and spending all of his time with his friends, lackadaisical and free, your parents giving up and calling him a disgrace, relying on your marriage to restore the reputation they valued so much, the face they themselves ruined with their own poor decisions, taking out their frustrations on you and Jungkook, sometimes without warning.

You stayed home, playing good daughter so Jungkook could be the bad son.

Ah, maybe it was your fault he was the Reckless Prince.

You turned, looking up at him now from the corner of your eye, up his loose robes and exposed collarbone, up the line of his jaw that was similar to yours, his lips not quite as full, his round brown orbs that were actually much more innocent and purer than he liked to admit, similar to your eye shape.

But not the same.

Because your eyes were sharper, cold-blooded, predatory.

Even with Jungkook, there was no mistaking the power behind your gaze.

“Do you think just because I’m married to some man that he can control my life?” you said with a sly smile, your lips painted lush red. “I’ll come visit you whenever I want. You can come whenever you want. You can live with me if you want.”

You turned back, sweeping your hair and twisting it in place, deftly and quickly pinning it back, leaving some strands loose and messy that your parents would highly disapprove of, but why did that matter? If this man was to be your husband, then he would see you completely undone at one point, so he should get used to it.

Your parents wouldn’t approve of the black and dark green combination you had chosen either, but that’s why you learned how to sew to dress yourself as you liked. You have to be a lady. You were a lady. Just your version of a lady and not theirs. They tried to gatekeep you by saying that the pink and yellow fabrics were all they could afford. They had a tendency to underestimate your craftiness.

No obstacle was too high for the Snake Princess to slither over.

“Really?” Jungkook asked as you stood up, smoothly adjusting the tie at your waist.

You chuckled at him as he began to follow you out of your bedroom.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll do it for you.”

-

“You brought your brother.”

“I don’t bring him anywhere. He comes and goes as he pleases.”

Jungkook was sitting behind you, arms crossed, glaring at the dark-haired man sitting in front of you. You had mildly fixed his appearance before entering only from him to push up his sleeves so he could reveal the entire snake tattoo wrapped around his arm, a black snake surrounded by thorned vines.

“Hmm.”

This man had requested to meet you first, alone, without the parents. Untraditional, but as long as his father agreed to the request, it was done. Your father had no say in the matter, although he did protest rather loudly and uncouthly.

You had poured the tea for your future husband and you.

Neither of you were drinking it.

The man before you had a piercing gaze, cloud-white skin, shapely lips. Somehow, he surprised you by being dressed in black and gold as well, although he was much neater than Jungkook, black hair tied back in a the usual, curated traditional style.

“I intend in marrying you, you know.”

He had a deep, rough voice, reminding you of dead leaves and winter.

“Is that not the point of this meeting?” was your dry response.

A dark eyebrow lifted.

Jungkook clicked his tongue dismissively.

Those shapely lips curved into a slow smirk.

“I thought I wouldn’t like you,” the dark-haired man mused, reaching over to the teacup and pulling it to him. “I was fully prepared to refuse this proposal and put your family more in the dirt than your brother has already put them into.”

“You bas–” Jungkook hissed, but you held up a hand, cutting him off.

You kept your eyes on those dark brown orbs, cat-like and predatory. He took a deep inhale of the aroma of the tea, letting out a satisfied, smokey sigh.

“I thought you would be like the others. Prim, proper, begging for me to take your hand.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What do I need to beg for? You either will or you won’t. It has nothing to do with me.”

A dark chuckle. “Indeed.”

He took a long sip of the tea, savoring it. You watched him swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing, tongue flickering out to lick his lips. Slowly lowering his head, scrutinizing gaze on you. He made you wait for his words.

“And besides, snakes can’t kneel, can they, Snake Princess?” he purred.

“Don’t you dare call her that!”

“No, they cannot,” you replied calmly, ignoring Jungkook’s outburst, staring into the eyes of the man who was going to decide whether or not you were going to be his wife.

“They can’t pray either.”

The dark-haired man tilted his head, intrigued.

“I have no need for gods to be able to live the life I want, Min Yoongi,” you said quietly, venomous edge to your voice. “The ties you put on me cannot restrain me from living as frivolously or ambitiously as I like.”

Min Yoongi, the man who would decide whether you would live an honorable or disgraceful life, the man who was next-in-line, the crown prince. You were meant to be his, but, unlike you, he was free to refuse. Unlike you, he had nothing to lose. Unlike you, he could destroy your life in a heartbeat with a simple no.

“You believe that?” Yoongi questioned, daring you.

You didn’t back down, small serpentine smile on your lips.

“I do not need to believe when I know.”

Silence.

Then Yoongi’s shoulders shook, raspy laughing bubbling from his throat, smirk on his lips.

“You want me to refuse. You want to ruin your parents’ lives.”

You didn’t say anything, your smile fading.

“Ah, but the problem is, I really do like you, Snake Princess,” Yoongi hummed. “You sharp tongue and you even sharper mind. A simpler man would have been tricked by you.” He tapped his long fingers against the table, keeping his feline poise directed at you. “I did not want some placid, useless little thing but a real woman, someone who isn’t afraid to say what she thinks. Why have a trophy when you can have a weapon?”

He placed his chin on the back of his other hand, clicking his tongue thoughtfully.

“What shall we do then? You absolutely must be my wife.”

“You–” Jungkook hissed, rising up behind you, glaring at Yoongi over your shoulder. “You know she doesn’t want to marry you and yet you’re going to do it anyway?”

The dark-haired man raised an eyebrow. “She doesn’t want to marry me because she wants her parents to pay for using her so carelessly to further their status. However,” he added with a sweep of his hand on the table, palm upward towards you. “Has she actually said she has no interest in me as a person? During this entire meeting, has she declared that I, the crown prince, am not to her liking?”

Yoongi gave Jungkook a sharp look.

“Do you think she would hide her disdain for me if she had some?”

Silence.

“N… Noona?”

“Yes, Jungkook?”

“You don’t like him at all… right?”

Silence.

You let out a deep breath, slow and controlled.

“Hmm, you are very intuitive.”

Yoongi grinned. “You know we would be a good match, you and I. Here,” he murmured, pointing to the table. “On the throne.” Pointing outside, indicating the land. His cat-like eyes locked with your snake-like gaze, lips forming his next words slowly and deliberately.

“In bed.”

Your eyes trailed from those glittering dark eyes to his pleased smirk. Not a malicious expression somehow. An exciting one. You fully expected to be walking into this room to tear down an arrogant, gaudy man with grandiose self-centeredness.

Instead, it was Min Yoongi.

He ticked his chin to Jungkook, now right next you instead of behind you, clutching your arm tightly.

“Do you want him to be with you? That could be arranged. I can make that happen.”

You really thought you would hate Min Yoongi and yet it seemed as if you were being drawn closer and closer to him. You pursed your lips, not ready to give up yet. He continued.

“And, of course, there’s no reason for your parents to enjoy luxuries that they didn’t earn, is there?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. Yoongi smiled, calm with an underlying slyness.

“That would reflect on you if you treated your in-laws poorly,” you responded coolly.

Yoongi shrugged. “And so? I still have you.” He tilted his head. “Why take a wife if you’re not prepared to do anything for her?” He nodded to himself, tapping his fingertips on the table once more. “Whatever you want, I can make it happen. Be it your brother tagging along, your parents’ lives in ruins…”

Yoongi’s eyes found yours and there was a kindness, already knowing your and him were meant to be.

You weren’t so sure.

And yet.

His next words made you fall in love.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll do it for you.”

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#yoongi x reader #yoongi scenarios #bts fanfic #yoongi x you #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you

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IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR II

                             IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR II

(richard ramirez [ahs 1984] x reader | mainly implied xavier plympton x reader)

trigger warning; drug use, toxic relationships, mentions of abuse, toxic characters, xavier is portrayed as a major piece of shit for the first few installments, glorification of a serial killer, knives, etc.

disclaimer: i do not support the real richard ramirez in any way, shape, or form. this is simply based on the fictional version from ahs 1984. no disrespect is intended in any way. please, feel free to click off of the fic if you don’t enjoy this type of content. any hate will be ignored.

word count: 2,467

a/n: sorry this took so long. im a depressed piece of shit lmao. 

taglist: @kuollut-talven @felicityofbakerstreet @bitchcraft1398 

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IT HAD ONLY been a few days since your run-in with the self-proclaimed ‘Night Stalker’ yet it felt like years had passed. The memory of the event was constantly running through your mind, seeming to occupy your every thought. It was as if your mind was filled only with visions of dark hair and piercing dark eyes. It had gotten to the point where it was consuming you, distracting you from anything that wasn’t the thought of him. It was impossible to focus. You weren’t exactly sure that you wanted to. The part of you that desperately longed for the dark stranger to reappear and tear you away from your dilapidating life was overtaking you. You had almost wished that you would have given in to his demands that night. Almost. Something had been holding you back that night and something- someone- was still holding you back, tethering you to the place you had grown to despise.

Letting out a sigh, you stared at yourself in front of the bathroom mirror, attempting to shake away the thoughts that continuously plagued you. The ghost of a bruise still showed underneath your eye, barely noticeable with the makeup that you had delicately applied over it. You looked better than you had in the days before, but you still weren’t keen on leaving the confines of the four walls of your bedroom, let alone your apartment. You hadn’t left the house since that night. You were sure everyone thought that you were spiraling- He had probably twisted the story into that narrative. You turned away from the mirror, leaning against the base of the sink. It was time to face the situation at hand. You could already feel the silent judgment of Montana. She had told you so.  “Fuck.”

It shouldn’t have mattered that much to you- what everyone thought. It’s not like they had too much room to judge. They were your friends, sort of, but they didn’t rule you. They weren’t the end all be all. Still, you couldn’t help but feel nervous at the thought of facing them. It had been days of voicemails, knocks on the door, and missed phone calls. You had gone ghost. They wouldn’t have expected anything else, though. It wasn’t unlike you to disappear. You were used to disappointing everyone. 

After a few more minutes of anxiety and deliberation, you laid out a pretty white line, snorted it down, and got ready to head out the door. At the very least, you could show up to aerobics and casually run into everyone. By the time you got there, you were sure you could figure out how to gloss over all of the problems that kept on appearing. 

****

The Aerobics studio hadn’t changed much in your week of absence. The faces of the instructors were still plastered on the walls, yours still included much to your surprise. The chairs strategically placed throughout the lobby were occupied by young adults, laughing at something one of them had said. The ambiance was peaceful and you suddenly wished that you would have shown up for work in the last week. The thought quickly diminished as you thought back to the bruise that had been occupying your face. There was no way you would have shown up with that. You wouldn’t have given him the satisfaction. Stepping up to the front desk, you leaned against the counter lazily. 

“Hi. Do you have any classes with vacant spaces open for today, Janice?” You asked the receptionist a bit awkwardly, looking at the wall behind her as you spoke.

The woman looked up, purposefully making direct eye contact. She looked you up and down, judgement written all over her face.  “Yes. The instructor position for the class you teach at 6:30, (Y/N). If you want to keep your job, I suggest you get prepared for it and go teach it.” 

You couldn’t help but cringe at her tone. The attitude dripped off of it like poison. Truth be told, you had thought that you had already been fired. That is generally what happens after you drop off of the face of the planet for a week. “Right- I’ll just go ahead and get set up to start, then. Thank you.”

“You’re lucky that you showed up today. You’re really pushing it with your delinquent behavior. Shape up or ship out, sweetheart. This is the last time you’re getting exceptions. You’re really lucky that Montana covered your classes for the week. Now, get moving. It’s 6:20. Studio 3.”

Janice hardly gave you time to react, as she stood up and began to push you towards the direction of the studio. Her cold touch caused an unpleasant shiver to shoot through your spine. Your mind instantly drifted to your unwelcome house guest, though the shiver he gave you was not exactly unpleasant- You mentally scolded yourself for obsessing over the ‘Night Stalker’, before practically bursting into the studio. 

It felt as if a million eyes landed on you from the moment you opened the door. The never-ending stares seemed to burn holes into your skin. One pair of eyes, in particular, seemed to stare the deepest. Xavier. You flickered your gaze to meet his, the other people in the room disappearing into a sort of tunnel that consumed the sides of your vision. Your heart caught in your chest. You wanted to tear your eyes away, but there was something stopping you. Something about Xavier always seemed to hold you back. His gaze was pleading, an apology seeming to spill out of it. 

 “(Y/N)! I thought you were going to be out for a while! Xavier said that you were like super sick or something.” Montana’s voice rang out, casually. “So happy you’re here though. Teaching this class has been such a drag.”

At the sound of the young woman’s voice, your head instinctively jerked towards it. You plastered a pained smile onto your face. “Yeah- thanks for covering for me, Montana. I seriously owe you one. Being sick was a major drag. Probably worse than teaching this class of Cyndi Lauper obsessed boys.” 

The blonde let out a laugh. “Well, since you’re back, I’ll let you take this one. And maybe take your man out when you’re done. He’s been such a buzzkill lately.” 

Montana gave you a wink, patting your shoulder affectionately. With a final wave to you and Xavier, she slipped out the door and disappeared down the hall with a flash of blonde hair. Not wanting to waste any more time, or give Xavier the chance to talk to you, you flicked the boom box on and let the sound of Billy Idol’s voice fill the room. 

****

The entirety of the class went by uneventfully. Billy Idol’s soothing tone seemed to temporarily soother your anxiety, making it easier for you to ignore the pained glances that were becoming more and more inescapable. You left the music on as the class drew to a close, turning the volume down to a soft, but audible hum. You didn’t bother to look as everyone made their way to the door. Instead, you moved towards the front of the room, letting yourself face the large windows that looked out towards the city. 

You watched as people leaving the last few classes of the evening walked down the sidewalk, off into the night. Some faces were familiar, regulars that always seemed to be in aerobics class. Other faces, unfamiliar and new. They all seemed so happy, as if their lives were perfect. You wished that you could get a taste of that feeling. You continued to admire the citizens of Los Angeles, lost in your thoughts. Then, in a sudden flash, there was a single face that stuck out in the crowd. Unmistakable dark hair and piercing eyes that could have belonged only to the face that you could never forget. You locked eyes with the man, causing a sinister smile to appear on his face. He moved closer to the building. Your heart skipped a beat. He was headed towards the door. Your eyes were still locked with his, nothing could-

“(Y/N)... Can we talk about what happened the other night? Please… I didn’t mean for it to go so far.” Xavier’s voice hit your ears, soft and pleading. 

You broke away from the ‘Night Stalker’s’ gaze, slowly turning to face the man that you had once felt so strongly for. You leaned against the windows behind you, pressing your nearly bare back against the cool glass. Xavier took a few steps closer, leaving only a few inches between your faces. You couldn’t help but flinch as he reached out to tenderly touch your face. Hurt flashed across his face briefly, but his hand still gently came into contact with your soft skin. You let your eyes flutter closed and sucked in a sharp breath. “I- I can’t do this,” you whispered, hot tears pricking in the inner corner of your eyes. So many different emotions were running through your body. The urge to run away from him had never been so heightened. 

He grazed his thumb gingerly across your jawline, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m so sorry, Please. I just wanted it so badly and I thought that was the only way. And I didn’t want anyone to find out. The way you looked at me when you did- I lost it. I thought you would tell everyone. I thought you would leave me. I’m so sorry.” 

You had yet to respond to him when a cutting voice interrupted the scene unfolding before you. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” The deep voice questioned, sinister laughter etched into his tone. 

“N-?” You began, eyes flickering open. You met the dark haired man’s eyes, looking directly past Xavier. He was already staring at you intensely, the usual smirk plastered on his face. 

“Richard.” He corrected, moving his eyes from you to the other man in your company. Xavier had moved away from you by this point, looking at Richard with a suspicious glare. Richard simply continued to smirk at him, looking more and more devilish as time passed. “My little angel, didn’t expect to see you so soon. What a pleasant surprise.”

“Okay. Who the fuck are you?” Xavier demanded, his hand wrapping around your forearm in a protective manner. You instinctively recoiled to his touch. You shifted your weight from one foot to another, watching as the two began to go back and forth. 

“I’m the devil’s favorite prodigy. It’s more like ‘who the fuck are you?’” The other man taunted. His eyes locked on the contact point of yours and Xavier’s skin. An unreadable emotion flashed across his face, but was quickly replaced with his usual infuriating smirk. “I’ve decided I’m here to collect her. Truth be told, it wasn’t originally in my master and I’s plan, but it seems like I stumbled in at the perfect time, with you harassing my girl.”

“Your-? (Y/N), are you fucking this guy? We get into one fight and you’re off giving it out to this creep?” The blonde questioned, his tone demanding and incredulous. His voice rose with every word that he spoke. He was red in the face by this point. You could tell by the clench in his jaw and the way his hand tightened around you that he was angry. The smug expression of Richard definitely wasn’t helping his reaction either.

You tried to ignore the fear that had begun to creep into the back of your mind, your mind flashing back to his closed fist accidentally ramming into your face. You looked up at him with your tear stained face. Words were failing you. You didn’t exactly want to say that Richard had broken into your house, pinned you against a wall, and sparked something inside of you that made you feel so many fucked up things. Was it really more fucked up than what you felt about Xavier after everything that he had done? You weren’t so sure any more. Xavier seemed to take your silence and lack of denial as a ‘yes’ to his questions. Disgust took over his face, his hand tossing your arm away as if it had suddenly turned into some sort of cursed object. 

He scoffed at you, shoving you away from his body. “I can’t believe you would do this to me. Maybe you deserved that.” He spat out venomously, angrily gesturing to the hardly hidden  bruise underneath your eye.��

You flinched as his hand raised. Something seemed to click into place for the dark haired man as he watched the two of you, your reaction triggering the darkest part of him. You hardly had time to react further, before Richard was in front of you. His left arm pressed back against your body, gently shoving you behind him. His right hand was adorned with his blade, ready to slash at the man before him. “You did that to her? For your sake, I hope you say no. I’d hate to have to kill you right here. It would really throw a wrench into the master’s plans and we both hate that.”

Your hand reached out slowly, tugging on the edge of this sleeve, beckoning his eyes to meet your eyes. He complied, looking over his shoulder quickly. You shook your head at him, a silent plea for him to drop it. He was already acting psychotic enough to have the police called on him and you were sure that would be the last thing that he wanted. He looked back to Xavier, who was staring at him incredulously. “Get the fuck out of here or die,” The dark haired man spat out.

Xavier gave you a pointed look, before shoving past the both of you and storming out of the studio. You knew he would show up at your apartment later, demanding explanations for the psychotic interaction that just went down. You would figure out a way to avoid that later. For now, your full attention was on Richard. He turned towards you, dark eyes studying the every feature on your face. His hand hovered over the side of your neck, before gently pushing your hair to the side. His fingers softly trailed down the side of your throat, traveling down your chest. Like a phantom, they grazed the length of your body, sending a shiver down your spine. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest. You softly bit down on your bottom lip, eyes staring straight into his. “You’re mine now, little angel. I’ll kill for you. I’ll die for you. But you have to be mine forever- That’s the catch. Will you sell your soul to the devil?”

“I will.”

#ahs 1984 #ahs fanfiction #ahs x reader #richard ramirez #richard ramirez x reader #night stalker #In The Midnight Hour #american horror 1984 #xavier plympton #xavier x reader

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Harry Potter Nsfw Alphabet

I've wanted to do this for a while! Warning: Smut

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

When you're finally done, he is the absolute sweetest. He gives the best cuddles and after really long and demanding night, he is happy to run a bath. He makes sure you drink plenty of water. You ask, and he delivers.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on you is your hands. He loves how small they look in his. He loves the feeling of you scratching his back as he pounded into you. He loves watching you fist the sheets when you come.

His favorite body part of his is his arms. He was proud of how they looked. He worked hard to get them that way, and he was gonna own it. He can also hold you with them. He can pick you up and toss you over his shoulder with them. He can place you gently on the bed with them.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves cumming inside of you, either in you're mouth or in your pussy. The sight of his cum being swallowed or leaking out of your cunt is just *chef's kiss*

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves fucking you in a skirt and nothing else.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He wasn't the most experienced when he met you, but he is a very fast learner.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary. He loves looking into your eyes as he makes love to you. He also likes cowgirl, too. He loves seeing you bounce on his cock.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It really depends. There are many times when it's very goofy and light hearted (particularly morning sex), and there's other times when it's serious and romantic.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He just kinda let's it do it's thing. He washes it, gives it the occasional trim, but he doesn't do much other then that.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's always very intimate. Sex is thought to be a precious experience and no matter what Harry wants you to feel that, even if he is literally plowing into you from behind.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He used to do it quite a bit, but ever since you and him became sexually active, he did it less and less. Nothing beats the real thing ;). He does it sometimes if you're not around but it's not the same, you know?

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise kink. Both giving and receiving. He loves hearing your moans of praise and he adores whispering how good you make him feel into you're ear. He also lowkey has a breeding kink. I mean, he's always wanted a family. It's just a neat bonus that the thought of you carrying his children really gets him going.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The couch in the common room. He believes it's more comfortable than his bed. Luckily, he hasn't gotten yet, though there have been some close calls.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

1. Tugging on his hair

2. Neck kisses

3. Whispering in his ear

4. Bending over

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Doesn't like knife play. He's worried that he will hurt you and that is the last he would want to do! (Accept for spanking. He does enjoy a good spanking.)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loooooooooooves giving oral. He thinks you taste better than every candy at Honeyduke's. He thinks you look more beautiful than a veela. And there is no better feeling than you cumming on his tongue. Sure, he loves a good blowjob, but he adores eating you out.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Yes. Sometimes, especially at the beginning, it's very slow and soft with words of affection and lingering kisses. Lately however, it usually ends with you losing your voice and not being able to walk the next day.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He's not opposed to it, but he definitely prefers normal sex. He normal does them before a quidditch game.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Absolutely. He's down for pretty much whatever.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can make you cum 3 times before he uses his dick and then can go for 2 more rounds, each lasting at least 20 minutes.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You do have a decent collection of toys in your closet. He enjoys them, but he certainly prefers you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This boi. This motherfucker. He can and will tease you for literal hours before you can cum. He does it till you're begging him to stop. But he always let's you finish at the end tho...

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He doesn't make really loud noises until he's close. Until then, it's whimpers and gasps.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He likes cockwarming. He is very touch starved and he loves cuddles. Cockwarming is just a very intimate version of cuddling.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's a solid 7 inches and thick as all hell. He almost hurt you the first time because he was so thick.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Decently high. Like, he's not horny every second of every day, but he can't go a month with a good fuck.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't sleep before you do. He loves to watch your eyes flutter under your eyelids. He likes watching your breathing even out. He can't rest easy until he knows you're comfortable.

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@justbeingedgy @weird-colombian-gurl You asked me to elaborate on the "Ches already has a kid" theory in the notes of that one mf analysis post (which I really liked, go check it out!!), so that's why I'm making this one, cuz notes are a bit too restricting for what I want to talk about!

Though next time think twice before asking me to talk about something I'm interested in, because you never know when you're gonna wake up lovecraftian horrors!! :DDD you'll see what i mean when you press read more :))

So, I'll say it right now - this post is largely inspired by the second story highlight of this Instagram user (sorry, I don't know their name, only that their Instagram handle is dee_girl_metalfamilyfan), it's in Russian though, so keep that in mind

Alright, so I'll break this theory into two parts: the first one will be all about Ches, and the second will be about his potential child (spoiler: you might've seen her!)

Without any further ado, let's get to the Ches part:

1. The creators said that they're gonna explore Ches' character in the second season. Obviously, it doesn't mean anything on it's own, but just wait.

Dima: Let's talk about the second season a little. Of course, the seconds season will show development of the old characters, as well as new ones. That's in short. As you see, Ches looks a bit different here.

Alina: Yeah, we'll show a bit more about Ches at the ages of 18 to 20. His past. We'll reveal a bit more about his complex character, as much as it's possible.

(The source of the translation) Also I think they also said at one point that adult Ches will get some character development too? But that's probably a given, considering that we wouldn't see his youth if it wouldn't have affected him in the present, flashbacks without any relevance to the overall story don't sound so good

2. Not sure about this one (we don't know how much in character it was) but I can't not mention it.

Alina: Actually there was this one fanfic that I really liked. I don’t remember what it was called, but it was about Ches having a daughter, which is a cool topic. It was relatively in character and truly interesting. It’s great when people focus not just on sexual relationships of the characters, but also try to look at their development. That was a really interesting one. That’s it.

(UnityCon '19)

3. This one's a pretty big one, in my opinion. So, this is what they said on ArtWave '19:

Dima: Ches also has flaws.

Alina: [to Dima] Don’t spoil stuff.

Dima: His flaw is that he's very... irresponsible, let’s say.

So, maybe, just maybe, Ches does have a child but he, you know... left them? As the Instagram highlight from the beginning say: "he might be irresponsible enough to leave his child, and he's probably irresponsible enough not to use any contraception" (rephrased, not the exact quote)

4. Alright, so, the only mention of this one I can think of right now is the aforementioned Instagram highlight. The Metalfamilyfan says:

I contacted Korg/Корж, (admin of @ metal_yama [and I believe one of the organizers of the Metal Family Meetup in Moscow]) and she asked Alina on one of the meetups: "if Ches were to be a father, what kind of father would he be?"

And she said: "The kind of that would say "kid, look at that birdie over there!" an then he would run away"

Someone's words are not the perfect source, but they did tag Metal Yama and from what I know they didn't disagree with what the author of the page said. if anyone has anything to say about this (disprove or definitely prove what I said) feel free to do so in a reblog, notes, DMs, send me an anonymous ask, or in any other way you feel comfortable with

5. Ches has literally been through the same thing, and we know how important the theme of the cycle of abuse is in Metal Family (or, in this case, the cycle of neglect? Abandonment? Idk)

You managed to hide your PREGNANCY from me! AND you've been hiding the child from me for a whole year!

YES, because you would've insisted on aborting him!

AND NOW I'M INSISTING ON PUTTING HIM UP FOR ADOPTION! OR I'LL LEAVE RIGHT NOW!

6. Here we can see Ches with a blonde girl. Nothing too special, probably just a one time hook up. He doesn't seem to be interested in her, and she seems to be annoyed with him.

But wait...

What is this?

Like, it doesn't even matter if there's actually a punk/rock/whatever band named MOM or not, I just think it's pretty weird to put it in this particular drawing of Ches and this random woman who is implied to have slept with him. It's not integral to Ches' character as, for example, Korol i Shut is. It's just... there. For some reason.

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Alright, now, finally let's get to the second part of the theory: who is, exactly, his child?

The short answer is, according to this theory, her:

First, let me list every single instance of her appearing in canon (and by canon I mean everything made by the creators. Even with this definition of canon it's not much, I promise): The screenshot you can see above on the left (it's a screenshot from the second season and it appeared here), an instagram story posted by Alina (above, right), and two drawing with a lot of characters where you can spot the girl which I'm gonna call her PinkHair or PH for short, I'll mention them later I feel like I should mention this, comparing the sources of the images and the dates when they were posted, it's safe to assume that the screenshot in the classroom has the latest and final version of her design. The red hair most likely doesn't mean anything

1. Alright. So. we've seen Dee and PinkHair in a classroom together, so they're most likely related in some way, or at least they know each other. Their exact relationship doesn't matter here, because all that matters here is that they're related story-wise

Let's look at the first image. This is the banner of the main Metal Family channel. Ches is near Heavy (they get along quite well and I'm sure Heavy aspires to be like Ches in many ways), Dee (we can see his classmates/friends near him, they're all about his age), and we can see people related to Glam on the left side of the image (including Ches!), and Vicky's - on the right side (notice how the hell sign is also there)

Now, I'm not absolutely sure about this one, but it's still kind of weird - look at the image on the right (it's from ArtWave 2021 btw) - wouldn't it make more sense to put PinkHair near Dee? Also, Curiously enough, not only is she not close to Dee on this image, but she's also standing next to Ches.

Though this whole thing could be explained by art theory (too many small things in one corner of your drawing isn't great composition wise lol sorry PH) but I still can't quite skip this point

2. Remember the "MOM" lady? Fun fact, she has the exact same pearl earring that PinkHair has on the screenshot.

3. I'll put all similarities with her supposed parents in this point: Mother: * She's also pretty uh.. glam? for the lack of a better word? Or feminine in a traditional sense, yeah I think that's a better way to put it. Like colors they prefer to wear for example, and jewelry. Characters like that aren't common in Metal Family * She's gotta be a blonde. I can't imagine her being anything but blonde. If she manages to maintain that hair color as a brunette I'm just straight up assuming her character arc is gonna be killing God because these kind of people are capable of anything. I fear them with every fiber of my being. * I can't say for sure because of the shading, but it seems like they both have gray eyes, and she also has darker skin compared to most MF characters. Though, it's likely that Mom just applied a lot of fake tan Ches: * We know that Ches for sure has darker skin * AND grey eyes * There's also some possible personality similarities but I'm not sure if you can compare a child to a parent they've never really known in this way

That's about it, I suppose, I hope there isn't that many grammar mistakes and logically unfinished parts and whatnot in this post I forgot to edit lol x) I'm not sure how to end this post other than to remind you guys that almost all the points in this posts are inspired by the "тупая теория" highlight on the dee_girl_metalfamilyfan's Instagram page, so go check them out and subscribe, they post Dee x The Quest Girl fanart and and always credit the artists. Without them this post would be much, much shorter.

Thanks for reading this post, please feel free to let me know your thoughts on this post <3

#i tried to organize this but #yeah #also damn i hope PH's mother isn't in the same situation as Ches' :'( #at one point i misspelled parent in the context of ches as paren't and now i can't stop giggling like an idiot #these tags have completely different moods to them because I wrote them at different points in time btw #paren't #heh heh #metal family #metal family ches #metal family pinkhair #this seems like it's made up but if words end in ent or ant or something like that sometimes i automatically put an ' in without thinking