#ada mesmer x reader

[rosemaze-reveries]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you.

this is def an experimental format!! i got this idea while reading the character letters. in the POV of an unknown interviewer (not reader). reader uses they/them.

🔗⚰️📰🔮❤️‍🩹💉🌪️✂️🍀🩰🔫🪡🤹🧲🦋🐍

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🔗 Ada - "Yes, that's my lover. I would say our relationship falls within the typical scope of that sort of thing. Of course, I believe we share something special, but everyone does when they're in love, don't they?" She covers all her bases in one decisive breath, leaving little room for me to comment.

⚰️ Aesop sits perfectly upright, fingers threaded at his knees. His eyes drift to the side and he seems to begin speaking mid-thought. "I had... cautioned myself not to upset their perception of me," he explains. "But they pried, and stayed, regardless of what they found... For that, I'm grateful."

📰 Alice has kept a sharp eye on me the entire time, but it's at this question that she drops the formalities. "I wasn't aware you would be prying into my personal affairs. Where did you learn that name?" Her frankness pins me in place. For some reason, I end up apologizing.

🔮 Eli can't help a sheepish smile from blooming across his face. "Well, truthfully... I don't use this term lightly, but they might be the love of my life." He has been consistently grounded with his responses, so I'm surprised to catch him flustered, however subtle it is. Personally, I'm touched.

❤️‍🩹 Emil considers for a moment. He doesn't meet me in the eye, instead pinning his gaze on nowhere in particular. A faint smile ghosts his lips. After a while, he answers, simply, "Safe."

💉 Emily's hands are folded neatly on her lap. At the mention of that name, her shoulders tense, but she otherwise maintains her composure. "Someone I trust." Her answer is vague and cautious, but acceptable. I'll try to uncover a deeper meaning behind that 'trust'.

🌪️ Ithaqua - "Mine." He is curt and to the point. Yours? I echo, hoping he'll elaborate. His head tilts to the side, and while I can't see the face behind his mask, a sense of dread suddenly overcomes me. I decide not to press further.

✂️ Jack stretches out his hand of blades, flexing each finger in front of him. I can't deny the cold sweat that drips down my spine just by being in his presence. "May I respond with a question of my own?" he says to me. "Suppose a butterfly loses its way, and winds up caught in a spider's web. Wouldn't you agree that the more it writhes and struggles, the more exhilarated the spider becomes?" I don't have the courage to hear out the rest of this analogy.

🍀 Lucky - "I've always been known as a pretty lucky guy, but the luckiest day of my life was when I met them! I remember it was the—" He drags me down a long-winded story about their life together. I get the idea. Eventually I'm forced to cut him off.

🩰 Margaretha twirls a curl of hair, a meek blush dusting her cheeks. "Have you ever been in love before? You're never prepared for the magic of it all. I feel a new rush with them everyday. I know, realistically, all good things come to an end, so I tried to remind myself to expect the worst, but they've proven over and over that... I'll never feel safer than in their arms." After rambling for some time, a look of surprise flashes across her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. Oh, but I've just never met someone who feels so much like true love before."

🔫 Martha doesn't miss a beat. "Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name." I look down to double-check the name written in her file. Her watchful gaze follows my line of sight. Are you sure? I try. "Must've been some confusion somewhere," she insists. The next day, I realize all my files on her and (Y/N) have gone missing.

🪡 Matthias - "Wh-What?" he starts, but keeps going before I can repeat the question. "Oh, uh, an ally, I guess." Well, I gathered that much. When I press for more details, his head sinks low, fingers grasping at the armrest. "I don't know what they saw in me. Was it out of pity?"

🤹 Mike's eyes light up and he blinds me with a contagious smile. "(Y/N)'s a sneaky one, and I mean it—they've got me under the trickiest spell of all. Guess what happens every time I think about them?" Egged on by his grin, I take the bait. You get lovesick? I guess. Suddenly, he tosses a handful of butterfly glitter in my face. "I get butterflies!" Very funny, I sigh, exasperated with these carnies. Why did he have that on hand in the first place?

🧲 Norton leans back in his chair, scowling. "What's that got to do with anything?" He snaps a couple times in my face, urging me to "stay on topic." It's hard to say if this question struck a nerve, as he's been uncooperative for most of this interview, but my suspicions point me to prod further. After all, it'd have been much easier if he just said he didn't know them.

🦋 Vera's face contorts into a leery, hostile glower. "Why do you ask that?" Before I can say anything to mitigate the rising tension, she catches herself, and her expression softens slightly. "I'm sorry. That's... someone quite dear to me, so your question took me by surprise."

🐍 Yidhra's follower goes pale, clearly unnerved. "She won't answer that," she tells me through shallow breaths. "Th-This isn't my place to say, but I'd advise you not to involve yourself with that person." As if on cue, I get a sensation I can only describe as a hand slowly wrapping around my neck. It disappears when I move to scratch it. Must've been my imagination.

Part 2

[identity-lovecore]

hi !!! could i request victor, ganji, emil (which can be poly with ada, if you'd like to) with an s/o who can like cook the most aperitive, divine, scrumptious, mouth-watering food ?? like im talking the one scene in ratatouille where the food critic get flashbacks to his childhood energy

ganji... mwah . literally one of the best little guys. response under the cut!! poly emil and ada x reader, too! separate for all three (four?) of course.

Victor always gets super excited when he sees you working in the kitchen. His whole face literally lights up. He'll run into the kitchen, just to watch you work. He certainly isn't a picky eater, so he'll be super excited to try just about anything. Sometimes, Victor will wrap his arms around your waist and lay his jaw against your shoulder while you cook. He likes watching and observing what you do!!!

Ganji, on the other hand, would be super embarrassed whenever you cook him a meal. He gets all flustered, his face heating up. He's never exactly sure why you like to cook for him, and insists that you shouldn't have. He certainly adores when you do cook him food, though. He'll enjoy it even more if you sit down and eat with him as well.

Emil... definitely cannot cook. He just can't get the hang of it. Ada, on the other hand, is a nice cook, but doesn't exactly have the time to prepare meals when she has work to do. So, that leaves you to do the cooking. Emil will want to watch you work, while the two of you plan to go surprise Ada with the dish later. Emil is fascinated by how well you cook. And, if you and Ada work on the dish together, it's always a wonderful dinner for the three of you.

[oletus-writer]

Ada Mesmer NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: nsfw, poly adaemil

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

She’s gentle and tender, both during sex and after, so expect to be pampered. She does expect for you to give the same treatment and tend to her needs in return, but she won’t hold it against you if you cannot.

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

She likes not only the entirety of your body, but also the way you hold yourself, the subtle changes in your body language that reveal to her more than one could speak. Her favourite part of hers is her hair, as she takes great pride in keeping it voluminous and luscious.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Often her orgasms include squirting, and while she would try to stop it if you don’t like the mess, she can be caught up in the moment and forget to do so.

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

If you are open to a relationship between both her and Emil, then she’ll, of course, want to have a threesome sometime. There is a part of her who wants to roleplay, as well as being dominated, since Emil is unable to give her that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Ada has good experience both with men and women, and is good at reading body language. She won’t push if she thinks you’ll be uncomfortable, and will make sure you’re not simply agreeing to please her.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary’s a classic, and she enjoys seeing you under her, or feeling you above her. She likes to lean back on her heels and see how much of a mess you are.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Ada might crack jokes beforehand to lighten the mood if you’re nervous, but won’t make any during, as she doesn’t want to ruin the mood, as it might make Emil feel a bit off about the whole thing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

She’s not fully shaved, but keeps it trimmed, and doesn’t mind if you have any hair. She’s not vain enough to dye her pubes the same colour as her hair when she has skins, and isn’t embarrassed about it at all.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? are they romantic?)

She is intimate, less so romantic, as she has plenty of time to pamper you when you’re not having sex. She thinks sex is an intimate thing, and will tend to your needs before hers.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

Sometimes she masturbates, as she has a higher sex drive than Emil, or if she’s busy. Moments when she’s horny but doesn’t want to have sex is rare, and mostly from stress, but she will discuss it with the two of you if it becomes frequent and if she finds herself rejecting, only to masturbate in secret.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She likes to be dominant in the bedroom, and enjoys body worship and you calling her master/mistress/mommy, but other than that, she’s pretty vanilla.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

Of course, the bedroom. She won’t risk anything else, as she doesn’t want to be caught and doesn’t like taking that risk at all - sex is a private thing, and such intimacy shouldn’t be intruded upon by outsiders. Also Emil has anxiety.

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

Be submissive to her, and she’ll be all over you. Naturally, she loves it when you dress up for her, and won’t be able to keep herself in check if you show up in, say, a maid dress. That being said, she also loves it if you’re being dominant, when you boss her around and call her a good girl with that voice of yours.

N = No (what turns them off?)

While she is up for roleplay, she doesn’t like any situations where one of you is pretending not to want the sex, or when there’s a severe power imbalance.

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

She knows how to give Emil pleasure, and she knows her way around her own anatomy, so she’ll be able to give oral well, although she doesn’t have much experience with giving women oral.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

She’s slow, taking her time to explore every inch of your body, backtracking when it makes you feel good. She might be fast and rough if you like it, but it tires her.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

Naturally, she’s alright with quickies, and doesn’t mind them, as long as they aren’t in places where the two of you won’t get caught - even if it’s in, say, a locked broom closet, she won’t do it. Most of the time she’s not afraid of being caught, moreso she’s afraid of how you’d react to the consequences.

R = Risk (are they experimental? do they take risks?)

She’s experimental, sure, but she won’t take any risks, no matter how big or how little the chances of consequences. She wants to make sure you and Emil are healthy both physically and mentally. That being said, she would take some risks if it was just the two of you alone…

S = Stamina (how long do they last?)

One or two rounds, perhaps, but she’s welcome for you to continue to play with her exhausted body afterwards. There’s a safe word for a reason, and she’s not hesitant to tell you when it a enough.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)

She knows her way around sex toys, such as vibrators, straps, dildos, etc, but doesn’t like to use the toys which lean more to the BDSM side of things, such as bondage or discipline, as she doesn’t like the idea of hurting you or preventing you from saying the safe word.

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

While she’s almost a service top (moreso a soft dom) she enjoys teasing and edging you, so that you’re a mess beneath her. It’s fair play if you do the same to retaliate; she might even enjoy it.

V = Volume (how loud are they?)

She’s pretty loud with her sweet moans, and vocal about what feels good and what doesn’t. She’s often bossing you around, even if she bottoms, because she’s so used to ordering Emil around.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

She wants to be dominated, or to be fucked with Emil watching (or for you to fuck him while she’s watching).

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Brown nipples, I think, and her inner labial folds are a bit longer, and protrude from the rest of her vulva.

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

It’s relatively high, higher than Emil’s, anyways. She’s perfectly fine if you can satisfy her every time, and doesn’t mind masturbating when you can’t. If it were up to her, though, you’d be having sex a few times a week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sex with her isn’t too rough, and you’ll have both her and Emil to satisfy you, so safe to say you won’t exhaust her to the point where she desperately needs a nap afterwards. She is happy to do most of the aftercare, and sometimes stays up to watch the two of you sleep.

[magknightidv]

I NEED TO STOP DISAPPEARING ISTG

Um any Idv characters x reader ideas, even if its just little prompts..

Characters I'd mainly like to write for even just a little (to ease myself back into writing) is:

Norton Campbell (literally my fav)

Fools Gold (ik hes norton but yk same applies)

Ithaqua

Sangria (MOTHER 😍)

Emil Mesmer

Ada Mesmer (they can be separate or together)

Orpheus (not the bird though, sorry not in the right headspace for him)

And lucky guy (i think hes silly :])

[otakusparkle]

With passionate love... I'll pull the red thread of fate closer! Happy Valentine's Day💝

It's the day to gather up a little courage and express your feelings! I'm going to spend a wonderful time with someone special🍫

Who in the manor will you give chocolate to? Tell Emma the secret!

[eliasmelody]

PART 4!

(Very long fic)

Tag: maid reader, Ada x Emil, Ada x f!reader, Emil x f!reader

Warning: Blood, trauma, manipulate, panic, little angst, fluff, OOC (only small hint x reader). And of course spelling and grammar

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The Valentine’s Day event arrives at the manor, bringing with it a plethora of activities and decorations to celebrate the day of love. The air is filled with a sense of excitement and romance.

Emil glances around the manor, taking in the festive atmosphere. He can't help but feel a pang of loneliness as he sees people chatting and laughing to each other. He rubs his wrist subconsciously, a habit he's developed when he feels anxious or unsettled.

He scans the room, searching for Ada’s familiar figure, but he can’t find her amidst the throng of people. He feels a sense of disorientation and loneliness as he realizes that he's now alone.

“Ada …”

His voice barely rises above the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses, but it feels like a shout in his mind. The dim lights cast shadows across the crowded space, making it harder to pick out a face in the shifting mass. Each glance he casts only reminds him more of her absence, the empty space beside him now painfully tangible.

He walks a little farther, still scanning, but the faces blur together, strangers whose smiles mock his solitude.

"Ada…"

He whispers again, the name carrying the weight of unspoken words. Panic grips him tightly, his breath quickening as his chest tightens. The air suddenly feels too thick, too oppressive. Where could she be? Why isn’t she here? His eyes dart from face to face, but none of them hold the warmth of her presence.

"Ada!" He calls out again, this time with desperation, his voice cracking under the strain of rising panic.

"Emil?"

Emil's head snaps in the direction of the voice, his eyes widening. He sees her, a familiar figure standing in front of him. At first, he thinks it's Ada, but the realization that it's just the usual maid brings a pang of disappointment.

"Emil, are you alright?" She voices gently, concerned, but it feels distant, as if it's coming from somewhere far away.

He blinks, trying to steady himself, but the weight of his worry for Ada is still heavy on his chest. "I... I can't find her." He says, his voice hoarse, and for a moment, he’s unsure if he’s speaking to her or to himself. 'Ada... I’ve looked everywhere."

The maid's expression softens, her eyes scanning the room briefly before she steps a little closer. "Maybe she stepped outside for some air" She suggests, though the uncertainty in her tone makes it clear that it’s just a guess.

Emil nods slowly, though it doesn’t help the sense of dread gnawing at him. He feels a flicker of hope, but it’s weak, like a match about to go out. “I need to find her."

"Hey, hold on a second.” She says, her voice gentle as she reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder. But as her fingers brush against him, he flinches, his body stiffening, eyes wide with sudden alarm.

She widens her eyes at his reaction, a flicker of concern crossing her face. "My apologies" She says softly, taking a step back. "But I’m afraid I can’t let you run around like this in your state. Why don’t you sit down for a bit?"

Emil hesitates, his chest still tight with anxiety. Every part of him screams to keep moving, to search for Ada, but the weight of exhaustion and the overwhelming rush of emotion suddenly pulls at him. He swallows hard, his hands trembling at his sides.

"I can’t just sit." He murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need to find her. She’s—” He stops himself, fighting the lump in his throat. His mind is a whirlwind, desperate thoughts clashing with his growing sense of helplessness.

"Will be okay." She says, her voice soft but filled with an unwavering calm. She steps closer, her tone reassuring, almost like a quiet anchor in the storm of his panic. "She’s probably just around here somewhere. We’ll find her together, alright? Just take a breath."

Emil's chest rises and falls rapidly, but a part of him wants to believe her. Maybe she’s right, he thinks, Maybe I can’t keep running on empty like this.

He takes a shaky breath before finally lowering himself into the chair, his body trembling slightly as he sinks into it. The moment he sits, a wave of exhaustion crashes over him. He grips the edge of the chair, his knuckles white, as if holding on to some last thread of control.

"Hey..." The maid’s voice is soft but insistent. Without warning, she places a glass of water in front of him, her hand steady despite the tension in the air.

Emil looks at the glass for a moment, the cool condensation dripping down the sides. He knows he should drink, but the action feels foreign in the midst of his spiraling thoughts. Still, the silence stretches between them, and something in the simple gesture grounds him, even if just for a moment.

"Drink." She says quietly, her eyes meeting his, unwavering. "You need to stay calm, Emil. You won’t be able to think clearly like this."

The maid watches him for a moment, the tension thick in the air as he doesn't move, his eyes distant, lost in the panic still swirling inside him. She sighs softly, the frustration creeping into her chest. She knows she shouldn’t, but something in her sees how paralyzed he is, how the fear has overtaken him to the point of stillness.

She hesitates, her gaze flicking from the glass of water back to him, knowing she’ll probably regret the words that are about to leave her mouth. But she speaks anyway.

"Ada would love to know that you’ll be hydrated now, wouldn't she?"

Emil's eyes flicker to her, his expression blank for a moment, as if the words don’t fully register. His hands grip the glass tighter, as if the mention of Ada has pulled him out of his frantic haze, even if just for a second.

For a long moment, Emil doesn’t speak, his gaze distant, clouded with worry. But then, as if the simple mention of Ada is enough to stir him, he slowly lifts the glass to his lips.

The first sip is shaky, but he drinks, the coolness of the water grounding him, if only for a brief moment.

The maid’s voice is gentle but firm as she steps closer, her gaze soft yet insistent. "Now, please sit here and wait for me, okay? I’ll be right back."

Emil doesn't answer the maid's words, his focus already slipping away from her. His eyes are distant again, searching the crowd as if he can will Ada to appear. The words she said barely register, and even though she’s standing in front of him, he’s too far lost in his thoughts, too consumed by the gnawing fear in his chest to respond.

With that, she moves through the crowd, her figure slowly fading from sight, leaving Emil alone once more. His heart races, but he stays still, his gaze fixed on the people around him, as if hoping Ada will step into view any second. The minutes stretch, each one feeling longer than the last.

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Ada steps into the room, her eyes scanning the space with quick, practiced movements. Not here, she thinks, a pang of unease settling in her chest.She moves swiftly, her steps purposeful as she searches for him, her mind racing.

Ada’s frustration mounts as she’s pushed around by the crowd. Damn these people, she thinks, her heart racing, knows that she can’t leave Emil alone for too long. She thought she had pulled him away from the chaos earlier, and had thought she'd guided him through the crowd. How could she be so careless? She should’ve known better, should’ve paid more attention.

Focus, she tells herself, her steps quickening. She can’t afford another mistake.

"Emil? Emil!" Ada calls out, her voice sharp with urgency as she scans another room once more.

Ada stumbles back as she bumps into someone, the force of it knocking her off balance for a moment. She quickly steadies herself, glaring at the person who just shoved into her.

"Hey, watch your path!" The person snaps, clearly irritated.

Ada barely registers the anger in their voice as she pushes past them, her focus solely on finding Emil. The encounter only fuels her frustration. She can't waste another second. "Sorry!" She mutters, not even pausing to wait for a response before calling out for Emil again.

No response comes from the crowd, except for a familiar voice that cuts through the chaos.

"Ms. Ada?" The voice is tentative, soft, but unmistakable.

Ada freezes, turning toward the sound. She spots the maid from earlier, standing a few feet away, her eyes searching her with concern. The sight of her brings a brief moment of relief, but only a brief one.

"Have you seen him?" Ada asks urgently, her voice strained with worry. She doesn’t wait for a reply, her eyes scanning the room again.

"Emil, right?" The maid asks, her voice calm but with a hint of concern.

Ada nods quickly, her eyes wide with urgency. "Yes, have you seen him? He was just here—he was–." She takes a step closer, her heart racing. "Where is he? Is he okay?"

The crowd's cheers grow deafening, the noise overwhelming everything else. Ada strains to hear, but the sounds of shouting and something like metal drown out whatever the maid tries to say.

She looks back at her, frustration building as she tries to catch any hint of a response. "What?" Ada yells over the noise, desperate for an answer. But the noise swallows her words, leaving her more anxious than before.

The maid sighs, clearly annoyed by the chaos around them. Without a word, she reaches for Ada's hand, her grip firm but gentle, and motions for her to follow.

They finally step through a door and onto a balcony, the noise of the crowd muffled just enough to hear each other. The cool night air hits Ada's face, grounding her slightly.

She breathes in deeply, her chest tightening with every passing second. "What’s going on?" Ada asks, her voice quieter now, but full of urgency. "Where’s Emil?"

The maid sighs, her shoulders stiffening slightly. "He's in the music room," she says, her voice low, "But I'm afraid the path is a little bit... hard to cross right now, I think there has been a conflict."

Ada’s brow furrows in confusion. "An conflict?" She repeats, a sense of dread creeping into her. "What do you mean? What’s happening?"

The maid's tone shifts slightly as she speaks. "Oh, you know. People are unstable when they’re drunk sometimes." She says, her expression hardening with an edge of distaste. "Don’t worry, the other staff are handling it. He is sitting at the corner, so I hope he won’t get caught in between it."

Ada thoughts instantly flash to Emil, and the image of him trapped in the chaos, vulnerable and alone, tightens her chest.

"I don’t care about the conflict" Ada mutters, her voice low but intense. "I need to get to him." She looks at the maid, her determination clear. "Now."

The maid freezes for a moment, her eyes darting around the balcony to ensure no one is nearby. Satisfied, she leans in closer to Ada, lowering her voice.

"I... can help get you there." Her tone is conspiratorial, but there's a hint of hesitation in her words.

The maid’s voice drops even lower, her eyes scanning the area once more before locking onto Ada's with a serious, almost pleading gaze. "But you need to promise me to stay low and tell no one. No one"

"I promise" Ada says quietly, her voice unwavering. "Just help me get to him."

The maid nods, her expression resolute. "Follow me, and watch your head." She instructs, turning quickly and leading Ada toward a narrow side door at the edge of the balcony.

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Emil sits in the corner of the room. The noise of the ongoing dispute fades into a dull buzz in the background as his mind races. His eyes are tired, red-rimmed from worry, but his focus is sharp, he hasn't moved, hasn't spoken, barely noticed the ruckus unfolding around him.

Emil blinks, confusion clouding his mind. He doesn’t remember how long he’s been sitting there, or what exactly happened, but now, he suddenly realizes that the room has fallen silent.

His hands are trembling, but he can’t remember when they started shaking. He opens his mouth to speak, but his throat feels tight, his voice barely a whisper.

"What... what’s going on?"

The room doesn’t respond. The eyes that watch him only seem to grow more cautious, more wary, and the weight of their collective gaze presses down on him like a physical force. Emil stands there, the blood on his hand feeling like a heavy weight, as the shards of glass dig deeper into his palm. His thoughts swirl, foggy and disconnected, and he can't seem to make sense of what just happened. His legs tremble beneath him, but he remains frozen, his body unwilling to move.

Then, just as the pressure begins to feel unbearable, the door opens, and Ada steps in.

Her eyes scan the room, landing on him almost instantly. A flicker of recognition crosses her face, but it's quickly replaced by concern, her gaze falling to his bloodied hand.

"Emil..." She says, her voice a mix of relief and alarm as she rushes toward him.

"Ada…" He whispers, his voice shaky, his eyes searching hers for something to hold on to. The blood on his hand feels like a nightmare, and he’s not sure how to wake up from it.

The staff quickly move into action, their professionalism cutting through the tension in the room. They begin to stabilize the others, who have been watching Emil warily.

One staff member moves to separate two men who had been arguing, another directs a group of guests away from the center, and a few others start working to clean up the broken glass on the floor, their movements swift but controlled.

The maid waves at Ada with a quick motion, her face still tense but resolute. "This way." She yells.

Ada looks at the maid, her anxiety still running high, but she follows the maid’s lead without hesitation. As Emil trails behind her, his hand still bleeding, the noise and tension from the main room begin to fade as they move down the corridor.

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The maid leads them to a small, secluded room, the air calmer here with Ada’s careful movements.

She sits beside Emil, her hands steady as she works to remove each shard of glass from his palm, her brow furrowed in concentration. She picks out the last piece of glass, her fingers gentle but precise, and sighs in relief.

"Luckily, it wasn't too deep" She murmurs, her voice a soft whisper in the otherwise silent room.

Her heart pounds as she thinks of what could have happened if she hadn’t arrived when she did. If I had been any later, he could have dug the shards deeper into his skin. The thought lingers in her mind, but she pushes it aside as she finishes cleaning the wound, applying a bandage with care.

Emil hasn’t spoken much, still processing what happened, but she can tell he’s aware of her every movement. She gently presses the bandage into place, her hands trembling just slightly.

"There." She says, her voice softer now. "It’s done."

She looks up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of clarity, any sign that he’s starting to come back to himself.She sits back for a moment, her hands resting in her lap as she watches him closely.

"You’re going to be okay” She says softly, though the uncertainty in her voice betrays her own lingering worry.

He opens his mouth, but no words come out at first. The silence stretches, heavy with the weight of everything that’s happened.

"I... I don’t remember." He finally whispers, his voice hoarse. "How did it get like this? What... what happened?"

Ada’s heart clenches at his words. She doesn't know how to explain everything, not yet. She takes a slow breath, trying to keep her own emotions in check. "It doesn’t matter," she says, her voice steady but warm. "What matters is that you're safe now."

Emil stares at her, a mix of gratitude and guilt on his face. "I didn’t want to—" His voice breaks, and he quickly looks away, unwilling to meet her gaze. "I never wanted any of this."

Ada reaches out, placing a gentle hand on his. "I know." She says softly, her fingers squeezing him in comfort. "You’re not alone in this, Emil. I’m here."

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The door creaks open, and the maid steps in, her face softening with visible relief. "Thank goodness. You’re both alright?"

Ada nods, offering a small but reassuring smile. "He’s going to be fine." She says, her voice calm. "It wasn’t as bad as it looked.

"The maid exhales slowly, her posture relaxing. "I’m glad." She replies, her voice still laced with concern. She turns to Emil, her eyes softening. "You had us worried there for a moment."

Emil doesn't respond immediately, still processing everything, but he finally meets the maid's gaze, a faint nod acknowledging her words. His mind is clearer now, but the weight of what happened still presses on him.

The maid sighs, rubbing the back of her neck as she reports the event after other people's perspective. "Well, apparently, Emil started to panic once Naib and Norton began arguing. Then, he... kind of shattered the glass. It seems like he gripped it too tight in the chaos."

Ada looks at Emil, her concern deepening as she realizes just how much pressure he must have been under. She turns back to the maid, her voice soft but steady. "I understand. He’s been through a lot tonight."

Emil shifts uncomfortably, the weight of the situation still heavy on him, but at least now, a small sense of clarity starts to settle in. "I didn’t mean to…"

"Shhh..." Ada reassures him, offering a gentle smile.

The maid smiles softly, her tone reassuring. "Everything is okay now. I doubt anyone will remember, given all the alcohol flowing around here." She says with a slight chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

Ada nods, her lips curving into a small smile, grateful for the small comfort as she glances at Emil, still a little tense but slowly relaxing.

Ada sighs, her voice softer this time, carrying the weight of her gratitude. "I... I want to thank you. For everything. You’ve helped more than you know."

The maid looks surprised for a moment, then smiles, her expression warm and kind.

"You don’t have to thank me." She replies, her voice humble. "I’m glad you're both alright. That’s all that matters."

Ada nods, her gratitude clear in her eyes. "Still, you’ve been a huge help. I don’t know what we would have done without you."

The maid smiles warmly and walks closer, and it’s then that Ada notices the small basket she’s holding. The maid lifts it slightly, her tone light and cheerful.

"For you two." She says, offering the basket. "Some sandwiches and... chocolate. Happy Valentine’s Day."

Ada’s eyes soften in surprise, and she smiles, touched by the gesture. She hadn’t expected this, especially after everything that had happened.

"Thank you." Ada says, her voice filled with genuine appreciation as she takes the basket. She looks over at Emil, who has finally begun to relax a bit, his face softening as he catches sight of the treats.

"That’s so thoughtful," Ada adds, her gaze meeting the maid’s.

The maid nods, a small smile still on her face. "You both deserve something sweet after tonight."

Ada, feeling deeply grateful for the maid’s kindness, reaches out and gently takes her hand. Her voice is sincere as she looks up at her. "If one day you need something, I promise, within my ability, I’ll do my best to help."

The maid blushes, clearly flustered by Ada’s gesture. “No, no, it’s fine—" She begins to protest, her cheeks tinged with pink.

But Ada, holding her gaze with quiet sincerity, insists, "I insist, please. It’s the least I can do."

The maid opens her mouth as if to argue but then hesitates, letting out a soft sigh. "Well... thank you."

With that, the maid gives a final nod and gently pulls her hand away. She waves on her way out, her cheeks still flushed with a mix of gratitude and shyness.

Emil, who has been quietly observing the exchange, watches her leave. Just as she turns to walk out the door, his hand lifts slightly in a hesitant wave. It’s a small, almost unconscious gesture, but it's enough.

The maid doesn't see it, already on her way out of the room, but the quiet connection lingers between them, even as she disappears from view.

Ada notices the subtle wave from Emil, and she offers him a soft smile. "You’re starting to come back to yourself." She says quietly, her voice filled with gentle encouragement.

Emil continues to stare at the door where the maid left, his voice soft and distant. "She said you’d be happy to know that I’m hydrated."

He turns to Ada, a small, almost vulnerable expression on his face, his eyes wide like a lost puppy. "Are you happy, Ada?"

Ada’s gaze softens as she watches Emil, her heart warming at his words. She chuckles softly to herself, realizing how thoughtful the maid was. "So, the maid helped you before going off to look for me? How sweet."

Emil nods slowly, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he finally seems to relax a little. "Yeah... she did…"

Ada looks at him with a soft, understanding expression. "Sometimes people surprise us," she says, her tone gentle.

Emil nods again, his expression softening as he looks at her, a sense of calm starting to settle between them.

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Two last piece of Valentine's addition before I'm gone for weeks.

[aesopcatt]

Idv Characters I Write For

Emily Dyer  Emma Woods Naib Subedar Martha Behamfil Tracy Reznik Fiona Gilman Vera Nair Kevin Ayuso Margaretha (Margie) Zelle Eli Clark Aesop Carl Norton Campbell Patricia Dorval Mike Morton Jose Baden Demi Bourbon Victor Grantz  Andrew Kreiss Luca Balsa Melly Plinius Edgar Valden  Ganji Gupta  Anne Lester Emil Ada Mesmer Orpheus Joker (Weepy) Luchino Diruse Qi Shiyi Frederick Kreiburg Alice DeRoss Lilly Barriere (Platonic) Matthias Czernin Florian Brand Violetta  Michiko (platonic) Wu Chang Joseph Desaulniers Mary Antonio Galatea Claude Grace Alva Lorenz Ithaqua Sangria Fools Gold Lady Truth Mr. Inference Siegfried Melodis (Noir) White Gatto Desire Melodis (D.M) Necromancer Narcissus Lady Bella Kroto Ronald Of Nice Paranormal Detective Lockheart Sway Tuberose Datura Rosemary Phantom Sail

I write ships and x reader

I also write for other skins for characters

I write Ada and Emil together and separate 

I write for any ship that isn’t a pro-ship!!!!

[voidcat]

Hi Danyl, would you mind writing some Dazai headcanons? <3

Hi my dearest Kat, for you? Always<3

Despite the impression he gives off, Dazai is a serene driver, who drives like the world outside the vehicle does not exist.

Its a fact only few are aware, as it is an rare occurrence that he is driving— and one is willing to hop in. After all, considering how he acts on the daily, not many trust him behind the wheel.

Night comes with no trains left and an urgency waiting you on the other side of the next day, Kunikida calls out to Dazai, knowing he is slacking off already. Drivers duty is nothing compared to the towers of files waiting on his desk after all, and wait long waiting wrath of Kunikida on the other line, Dazai swiftly goes out, already waiting for you inside the car.

The full moon hung in the dark night sky and earphones in your ears, you steal glances at the normally enthusiastic and loud man besides you— now drown in complete silence, eyes fixed on the road, with an expression not quite blank but not burdened with any thoughts eating away.

Eyes back on the moon, you notice it’s bigger than usual if your perception isn’t deceiving you— and presenting itself wrapped in rainbows, a halo of yellow, red and slight green, the light of the moon itself offering the missing blue for this little art piece.

No matter how proper or rocky the roads may be, the car drives swiftly; you have to think for a second to recall the last time you have experienced a car ride this smooth, safe and sound; you have forgotten just how peaceful these can be, remembering once more why some people drive the night away to clear their head.

With music slowly taking over, the moon shining like this is its last day in the universe, the pitch black sky as if in a pocket dimension, and Dazai, now a completely different man next to you, you are nulled to sleep.

Only when the music has come to an end and Dazai is nearing a resting spot does your eyes open again, watching the moon light dance on his face— a new side to him, a new sight of Dazai Osamu you have reached the honor of witnessing.

[monster-disaster]

Can you do a female demon x female reader? I need more lesbian monster content !!!!

demon!female x human!Reader Good to know: smut

Summary: You meet an ex-classmate from college for an interview. She has other plans.

You can feel your professionalism slipping through your fingers with each passing second you spend in the female demon's presence.

The fragrance of her perfume fills your senses when Ada comes closer, sitting down on the armrest of the sofa. She leans against your side while gently holding your arm and caressing your skin with her freshly painted nails. The teasing touch sends shivers through your body.

"Your pictures don't give you enough justice," she says. "You are much prettier in real life."

Your voice gets stuck in your throat. "Oh?"

The woman hums, leaning closer. "I follow you on Instagram." Her plump lips ghost over the curve of your neck. "You are the sweetest in your colorful summer dresses."

"Thanks," you croak out, almost sounding like a question. Heat burns under your skin while your heart pounds in your chest.

"I hoped you would wear one of them today."

"I'm sorry?"

"It's fine," she chuckles, looking over your form shamelessly. You wear a white blouse with a dark blue skirt that reaches your knees and matches your high heels.

Standing up from the armrest, Ada moves in front of you. You feel cold without her firm body pressing against your side.

You watch her, mesmerized and breathless. "What are you doing?"

A slow grin pulls on her vivid red lips as she slips onto her knees. Your thighs clench at the sight of the woman.

Ironically, there is something ethereal about her. Perhaps it's the smoothness of her light pink skin or the gentle curls of her dark hair framing her horns, which are a few shades darker and gracefully trace the curve of her head. You can't be sure since there is so much you can admire about her. Your heart skips a beat as your eyes follow the straight slope of her nose and the firm curve of her full lips.

"Something I wanted to do since we met in college."

You can feel the warmth of her palms even through the thin fabric of your skirt as she rests them on your knees. Your muscles tense for a second when the beautiful demon pushes them apart while your mind struggles with keeping up with the woman. Her hands trail up on your legs, pushing your clothes up with the slow but confident motion.

Ada looks up at you with amusement in her eyes. "Did you know I liked you back then?"

You shake your head. You had no idea. The demon wasn't a mean girl by any means, but she was always... unreachable. Sometimes, you weren't even sure if she knew about your existence even though you spoke several times.

"I'm surprised," she chuckles.

By now, your thighs are bare under her caressing hands. Her thumbs move between your legs in slow circles, getting closer and closer to your panty-clad pussy.

"Why?" You ask. You sank deeper into the sofa without your noticing. You melt under her touch.

"All my friends knew about my crush on you."

You want to slap yourself across the face when the only reply you can force out of your mouth is an 'oh' and Ada laughs again, slipping her long, manicured finger under the damp fabric of your panties to pull it away.

"It's fine, though," she says. "I mean, this is my chance to make up for the lost time."

Your mind is blank as you try and fail to process everything. Your whole body is on edge with anticipation. There is a heavy knot in your belly, keeping you on the sofa, compliant and easy under Ada's attention.

"And it's definitely worth the wait," she grins, letting the tip of her thumb brush over your clit for a second. Just enough to take your breath away and send shivers down your spine.

"Really?" You gasp out, holding onto the leather of the sofa. Your nails dig into it, and you only hope you don't damage the fabric.

She hums, leaning closer. Her shoulders spread your legs apart even more.

When you woke up and got ready to do an interview with your old classmate about her successful company, you didn't think you would end up like this. Half-naked and wet in her office while she feasts on the sight of you.

"So pretty," she says, letting her finger slide over your wet slit once again, parting your lips in the process to get a better view of your soft, glistening center. "And smells so good."

Your mouth opens to say something, but before you can form words, the demon grabs the flesh of your thighs to tug you to the edge of the seat.

"Hold them for me," she says, holding up your legs until you reach behind your knees to do as she says.

Heat and embarrassment flood your whole body in the new, vulnerable position.

"Good," she hums, reaching under you with one hand to grope your bottom while her other hand keeps your panties out of the way.

You watch Ada transfixed as she leans down and licks your pussy with one long swipe. Her eyes are on you the whole time, staring at your unfocused eyes, open lips, and heaving chest. The demon's mouth moves up to your clit, flicking it with her tongue before sucking the sensitive bud into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow, and your back arches. Your legs almost slip out of your hold as your toes curl with pleasure.

"Ada." Her name escapes your lips as a moan, and she hums, satisfied.

"You taste so good, Y/N," she says. Her lips and chin shine because of your wetness. "I imagined being between your legs so many times since you called to get an appointment with me."

"Really?" You gasp out, her thumb works on your clit, not giving you any break even while she talks.

You called her because of the interview a week ago.

"Really," she replies. "I was so angry when I couldn't find a date sooner to meet you."

"It's fine," you gasp. Your hips grind up against her hand. Her fingers are soaked with your juices by now.

The female chuckles. "It is now."

She winks at you before lowering her face down back to your pussy, opening your lips to feast and slurp on you. Her finger doesn't stop on your clit while your climax builds inside you with each passing second.

"I'm almost there," you groan, closing your eyes.

Ada hums. The vibration of her reply rolls through your body in thick weaves. You moan and gush around her tongue that slipped inside your aching hole while you were busy chasing your pleasure under her caress. 

Ada's tongue fucks your pussy while teasing your clit and making you see stars under your closed eyelids. Your orgasm ripples and trembles through you while your muscles jerk and twitch, and your nails dig into your own skin at the curve of your knees.

For long seconds, the world stops existing while you sag into the sofa, and the woman still between your legs cleans you up with long swipes. Every touch and lick of her tongue on your sensitive flesh makes you twitch and shake.

When you lift your head to look at her, she grins at you hungrily. "We can start the interview now."

- Masterlist Sweet Asks Patreon

[yup-thats-me]

—interruptions • E. Ranpo

paring; bf!Ranpo x ADA!member!reader summary; empty office, candy, and your lover. but you just have to get embarrassed in front of your father-in-law and boss! warnings; none.

“Ranpo?”

There was no response from the legendary detective; perhaps he was more mesmerized by the glass marble in his hand from the soda can to spare any attention to his girlfriend.

“Babe!” Y/n tried again to no vain. She wanted to talk (read that as annoy) to someone but alas, everyone in the ADA was out for separate missions. Everyone except Dazai. Maybe he was trying out another weird way to commit suicide, but she couldn’t care less.

An idea came to her mind. Hurriedly, she rummaged through the snack bag she kept on her for her lover. Taking out a candy, she slid over to Ranpo on her chair, shaking the man gently. “Ranpo,” She whined.

At last, the man turned around, a bit annoyed. “What?”

“Want some?” She smirked as she waved the chocolate stick in front of his eyes. He nodded without speaking. But she had a trick up her sleeve.

She put the candy in between her teeth, “take it yourself,” she said with her mouth full.

Ranpo smiled, his eyes shining with a mischievous glint. “You asked for it,” and without a warning, he almost aggressively pressed his lips against hers, catching her off guard.

She groaned, relishing in the way his tongue slipped past her lips, rolling the candy on their tongues. Breathless, Ranpo grabbed Y/n by the waist making her sit on his lap instead. Smirking, his hands roamed all over her body, caressing all the curves he knew all too well.

“Ranpo…” she almost moaned, her head floating in ecstasy. Just as things were about to escalate, there was a crisp, loud and clear “ahem!”from near the door.

Unwillingly, the two parted but Ranpo already had a smirk on his lips.

“President!” Y/n jumped up at once, fixing her disheveled hair and dress in a haste. Ranpo on the other hand, was having the best time of his life, enjoying the way his girlfriend’s face turned beet red in mere seconds.

Fukuzawa nodded in acknowledgement, his eyes closed. He walked straight up to his office with as much as giving Ranpo a reprimanding look.

When the room became empty once again, Y/n punched Ranpo’s shoulder, hard.

“Ouch!”

“You could’ve at least give me a warning?! To save me some face?”

The man just smiled. “Why? Seems to me you were enjoying it as much as I was. Moreover,” he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I did not know he was coming.”

“Bullshit!” Before she could continue, Fukuzawa emerged once again, his head peeking out the ajar door. “Ranpo. Can you come here for a second?”

“Go. You deserve getting an earful,” Y/n smiled in victory.

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[rosemaze-reveries]

clinging to the only manor guest who makes you feel safe various idv charas + you (platonic)

for @ninacottoncandy

🦈✈️🧲🔗❤️‍🩹

Here are the reader's traits described in the original ask: You have grown really attached to them and won't let them go, following them like a lost duckling. They're the only one you act energetic around, while you're shy and scared around others. It's later revealed that you were neglected back home resulting in abandonment issues.

🦈 Leo

Leo sees something in you that he can't exactly pinpoint. Maybe you fill a loss that he's tucked into the crevasses of his memory. Maybe you represent a second chance at one of his lingering regrets. Whatever it is, he swears that no harm will come to you as long as he's around.

He sneaks you the universal passcode to the arms factory's exit gates, with instructions written in his messy scrawl: "Play the game. Do what they ask. Use for emergensy only." It's not the first time he's been punished for breaking the rules, but that's a trivial thing if it means protecting you.

Before your first game, he brings you a gift, a crude little thing that's obviously handmade. It's a miniature red-and-purple striped rocket chair made for dolls. You find it a little childish, but Leo attaches a story to it: "If bad guy catches you. 1, 2, 3, blast off. Trapped again."

That's a bit grim, but cute, you suppose. You're not sure why he gave it to you, though.

✈️ Charles

As a man of few words and a perpetual poker face, his fondness for you might not be that obvious. But he finds you terribly endearing. He doesn't mind having you in his shadow at all. It won't be long before he starts feeling very protective of you.

In an attempt to get closer to him, one day you ask to try out his jetpack. He's always tinkering with the thing, so he must have a lot to say about it, right? The moment you reach for it, something in Charles snaps, and with a panicked shout he knocks you off it before cradling his device tightly in his arms. With that look of abject terror in his eyes, one would think you were trying to murder his baby. You never thought it was even possible for him to raise his voice like that.

The truth is, he couldn't have cared less about the jetpack. He was worried about losing someone else to his faulty machine. The guilt for frightening you plagues him for weeks after. He dedicates the next few months to working on a device that stabilizes his hand tremors. Not for his own sake, but because he can't bear to disappoint you—he wants to build something safer for you to try, and needs a reliable hand to do it.

🧲 Norton

Finds it bothersome. He has an unspoken agreement with the rest of the manor to steer clear of each other, what’s not clicking for you? He doesn’t exactly radiate sunshine and rainbows. Why you got attached to him of all people is something he can’t wrap his head around.

He won’t go out of his way to talk to you, which you can consider a small mercy from him. If forced he’ll bluntly shut down the idea of being your “protector” or whatever role you’ve arbitrarily assigned to him. He’s not here to babysit anyone, especially not for free. Doesn’t matter what your story is.

It seems like the best way to win his favor is by giving him space. And start hoping he’ll warm up with time. With the manor's stretches of eternity in store for you, you can certainly spare the wait.

🔗 Ada & ❤️‍🩹 Emil

The first time you begin yearning for them remains clear in your memory. They're huddled together over the kitchen stove, morning sun filtering through the open window. Ada explains how to flip an omelette while Emil is paying more attention to her gentle hands than her technique. Once in a while their soft giggles rise above the sound of sizzling oil.

Watching them, suddenly you aren't at the manor anymore. You're in one of those big, bright two-story houses from the stories you read as a child, the ones with the perfect families and happy endings to every trouble that comes their way. Ada and Emil probably don't even realize how picture-perfect they look in this moment, how similar they are to the families you thought only existed once upon a time. Their love makes you jealous, but you crave it just as much.

Sharp as always, Ada is quick to notice you observing them. You fear a round of questioning but instead she says, "Good morning. Do you want something? How do you like your eggs?" and Emil pipes in a second later with "Onions okay?"

It's such a casual sentiment, but it takes you aback. Most manor guests aren't glowing examples of neighborly people, you've learned that the hard way. But your wishful thinking gets the better of you, so you play along. They bring out a plate of your breakfast and sit with you at the table. You remember thinking, even if they are tricking you and these eggs are poisoned and you never wake up again, it would be nice to go with this fairy tale family as your last memory. But you get to enjoy a delicious breakfast and the remaining hours of the day without issue.

The same thing happens the next morning, and the one after that.

Emil's prowess with the frying pan drastically improves as the days go by, and soon he starts waking up ahead of Ada to surprise her. Some days include you, with him gently nudging you out of bed, eager smile on his face as he teaches you all the cooking tricks Ada taught him. He also shows you a notepad he keeps, with lists titled: Ada favorites. Good food for a bad day. Restront menus (make at home). And a new addition: What (Y/N) likes.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Hi, so for the prompt request, can I please have romantic yandere Tennant and Tooth Fary (Reverse 1999) x autistic reader headcanon (seperate).

Autistic!darling

[ YANDERE HEADCANONS ] [ Tennant, Tooth Fairy ]

[ Reverse 1999 ]

⚠️ Yandere, I don't support nor try to romanticize this toxic behaivor, is just write it for entretaiment

I am so so soooo sorry that i made you wait so much for an answer 🥺🥺 forgive me!!! I just needed to picture well Tennant and Tooth Fairy, I never thought it would take me THIS LONG!! 🙇🏻🙇🏻🙇🏻🙇🏻

Even so, I absolutely loved writing this! I hope is worthy the wait!

Ada Tennant

Tennant lives her life by seducing and scamming and yet for her all that she does is not that bad, seducing and charming for her is an art and everything in return is to show appreciation for her mesmerizing performance and, at first, you were just her next target

Just by looking at you Tennant was already enchanted by your beauty, leading her to immediatly wanting to take you as her new muse for this new performance, however she was faced with a surprise, you weren't like anyone else, it didn't take her more than the first interaction to realice that you were diferent but also to take a step back, no matter how charming she was you weren't not only not falling for her but you also were definetly uncomfortable by her precence, this hits a little in her pride but also picked her interest, leading her to being unable to stop thinking about you and stalking you to find out what made you so diferent

Just like before it take her little time to realice that you were autistic, something she found rather interesting, between her pride and the interest Tennant spend her whole time stalking you and learning everything she could about you, wanting to know how to approach to you and do a perfect performance for you, not even she can explain why she insist so much on you but she didn't question it neither, her obssesive love grew in the shadows, hidden from her but at the same time it was completely accepted

It wasn't until Tennant knew everything she could about you and how the autism affects you that she tried to approach you again, making clear her intentions to charm you and seduce you but also learning in the process, being surprisingly respectful of your bounduries and doing everything to flirt with you without accidentally making you feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed

In all honestly Tennant never realiced what was happening, she never thought much about it when she started to use her power to create the most beautiful and perfectly shaped diamons that would be appealing to your eyes, or how she found herself actually doing promises instead of just repeating the lovely words she knew so well, how she found herself craving for your company, for your precence, for your aproval or how she found herself wanting to protect you from this world that is not build for your comfort, how she wanted to cover your eyes when you look at something that makes you uncomfortable or cover your ears whenever the sounds seems to try to penetrate your ears

She was so lost in how interesting you were that never realiced how much she was falling into her own game, how even when you were suppoused to be just another muse she found herself enchanted and addicted to the beauty of you, how she was now completely mesmerized and unable to finish this performance because she know that when it was over it was time to part ways, how now she longs to take you with her, to build a place where you could be comfortable and safe, where you will never be able to leave

Tennant's obsesive love grows in the shadows, grows freely because she never care enough to take it seriously but it grew to become a well masked dependance, Tennant is convinced that all she wants is because she is the artist and you the muse, she always does perfect performances but now the only thought of leaving you, of having to choose another muse makes her feels empty and lost

Tooth Fairy

Tooth Fairy is well know in the fundation thanks to all the help she offers as the doctor of the fundation, her calm demanour and her unique way to help it has make her quite famous, so there is no doubt that two would meet

In all honestly after meeting you it didn't take too long for Tooth Fairy to notice that you weren't exactly like everyone else, between how observanty, but mainly for how caring she is it didn't took her long to notice the small hints of your autism, even if you try to keep it at minimun or are too discrete she still can notice it and imediatly offers help, she didn't say it directly since she doesn't want to underestimate you nor cross your bounduries but she leave clear that she is here to help, if you ever need help with something even if it isn't about physical discomfort she will be here for you if you need it

It takes some time for Tooth Fairy to develop any feeling for you aside from the wish to help, but you two slowly grow closer to each other after you accepted her offer, slowly opening up to her and letting her see every shade of your autism, letting her see how it affects you (in the good and in the bad side), slowly Tooth Fairy grows to feel closer and closer to you

Tooth Fairy's feelings won't turn into something more darker until she understand that you trust her with yourself, that you trust her even in the times when you can't handle the outside world, Tooth Fairy's feelings were growing slowly, she was slowly feeling incredibly comfortable and happy with your precense, growing to like having you around, to like your precense far from just her naturally caring nature, but it is thanks to the fact that you trust her more than others, that you trust her even in your worst is when Tooth Fairy's feelings were triggered

She can't imagine how you must feel when you feel like when you can't handle the rest of the world, when they speak in a not so clear way, when they make you feel confused and overwhelmed, she can see in your body language, in the answers of your body that you aren't alright, but the fact that you are letting her see you when you are this hurt and vulnerable is what lead her to feel like she needs to take care of you, like she needs to protect you because you put that much trust in her

So she did, Tooth Fairy grows to love you and care for you so much that she end up growing clinging to your side but discreetly, becoming your safe space, somewhere you can be yourself without being judged, without being looked as some kind of weirdo and without being stopped, you can express yourself and seak the comfort you want of whatever you want because Tooth Fairy will not stop you, she is here to take care of you, to protect you and love you just the way you are

Tooth Fairy grows to be incredibly protective of you, she end up having a mental images of you full of beauty and inocence, she doesn't understimate you nor think less of you for your autism but never forget that this is a disability, that this affects you day by day, and that is what lead her to be overprotective, she wants to help you not suffer for just being alive, just for existing

Tooth Fairy is not possesive nor jealous, she firmly believes that you know she is your comfort zone and safe space, that you will always come back to her and she will be waiting for you with a smile and opened arms so she has nothing to worry about, still she somehow always know where are you and what are you doing, always watches over you with the excuse of wanting to be there for you if you need her help for anything

[oletus-writer]

your rules say no polyamory with emilada being an exception, so would you be willing to write a nsfw alphabet with emil x reader x ada? feel free to refuse ofc. thank you for your time :)

Of course! That’ll be quite fun, although I’ve got a lot of nsfw alphabets, and I don’t think the structure works with two people, so I’ll just write some headcannons. My apologies.

Poly Emilada nsfw headcannons

Warnings: nsfw

Ada is going up top the shit out of you, regardless of your usual role in sex. Of course, if the three of you discuss that you wanted to be dominant beforehand, she’ll indulge you, but there’s a part of her that naturally comes out and she’ll end up bossing you around. Perhaps you could take her and let her know who’s the one giving orders.

Emil, on the other hand, is nothing if not a bottom, both in and out of sex - the most dominant thing you’ll get out of him is when he puts his dick inside you and fucks you nice and slow, while kissing and marking you. Even in that situation, he’ll discretely hand you the reins by constantly asking if the pace is right, if it feels good, etc.

Both are a bit on the romantic side when it comes to sex, with Emil setting up candles and Ada insisting on courting you properly before anyone makes sexual advances. They want to make you feel loved, and hopefully, if you’ve never been in a polyamorous relationship, attempt not to spark any jealousy. They’re comfortable to take things slow, and Ada is more jealous than Emil, although the jealousy is rarely directed at each other.

Ada is more well-groomed than Emil, although she still has a bit of pubic hair, with Emil’s being thicker and curlier. Regarding whether or not it matches the drapes, it depends on the skin and whether or not the eyebrows are the same colour as the hair. Of course, they don’t mind if you shave or not.

As for kinks, Ada is more into things along the lines of overstimulation, aphrodisiacs (if you’ll let her), light degradation, light choking (her giving) and she’d like to peg you as well. For Emil, he is into voyeurism as long as the parties consent, mutual masturbation, praise, and all in all is willing to be a pillow princess if you’ll let him.

Emil doesn’t like to be slapped, choked, or physically injured in any way, regardless if it would scar. You’d have to be a bit careful with him, as one could easily coerce him into doing the things he does not want to do, but Ada would be there to make sure he has the courage to speak his mind and say no.

There’s quite a few things Ada is not into, which would be thoroughly discussed before the three of you have sex, and would encourage open conversation. If it was the first time you’ve ever had a threesome, she’ll be gentle and supportive while Emil would smile, and do his best to reassure that you’re doing well.

[smuttysunny]

[ADA]AFAB!Reader x Osamu Dazai

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: Dazai was made to stay behind after work to complete paperwork! Which was boring! Luckily for him you forgott your wallet so now he's getting to have a bit of fun during (and after) he finishes his paperwork <3

Contains: GN reader despite having fem anatomy(2nd person pronouns used), unprotected sex, cockwarming, praise kink, p in v, workplace/office sex(implied semi-public sex?), pet names, off-hand mention of Kunikida, no pre established relationship! Just Dazai being a whore with his colleague <3

Warnings: Absolutely not proofread‼️ may be a little ooc? Tbh the cockwarming bit was short lmfao, this fic seems a little short to me in general 💀 also English is NOT my first language so I'm sorry for any grammar errors and anything of the such! I may speak fluently but I still make mistakes often soo whoops

Thank you to my irl friend for giving me the scenerio/prompt to work with btw! Absolute life-saver 🙏

It was dark outside, so fucking dark, and DEFINITELY after work hours but you were rushing back to the Agency because you realized you left your wallet back in the office.

As you reached the agency you rushed up to the office and turned on the light just to be met with the sight of a miserable Osamu sat at his desk doing.... Paperwork? Well that's a first, but...wait. Why the fuck was he doing paperwork in the dark? Why was he doing paperwork at all?!

Osamu groans at the sudden light and shuts his eyes tightly, rubbing them before getting adjusted to the bright lights

"What the fuck... Oh, and what are *you* doing back here at this hour?" He says as he looks in your direction, with that irresistible charm of his

You told him you forgot your wallet and you're here to get it back, he just lets out an "ohhh" before pointing at your desk. "By the way... Why are you still here so late at night, anyways? Doing paperwork in the dark, no less" you ask as you pick up your wallet and put it back in the pocket of your trousers. Osamu stretches a little before leaning on his desk with his arms and responding with a huge sigh, "Kunikida is holding me back until I finish at least a folder's worth of papers." You just chuckle a bit before making your way to the door, that is before Osamu stops you.

"By the way... Now that you're here, well... I've been a little bored while scribbling on all these papers, mind helping me out?" And little did you not know it was a request you should not have accepted.

So how the hell did you manage to get from getting your wallet back to your trousers down to your knees, panties pushed aside and his cock buried deep in your cunt? Only the devil may know. But luckily for you what you did know is you were near tears as you waited for him to finish his paperwork! When you agreed to helping him out you thought he meant his papers but oh...how wrong you were... At least he wasn't bored anymore! Far from it actually! He was getting a kick out of you squirming and whinning as you sat all pretty on his hardening dick! Which is why he put an arm on your hip, to stop your squirming.

Your pathetic whines were truly music to his ears as you started begging him to let you move, raising a chuckle out of him. "Just a bit more, belladonna~ only got a bit left~" You let out a shaky sigh, leaning back and resting your head against his shoulder, wondering how long "only a bit" really is.

To be fair it wasn't even that much time, but those 10 minutes felt like 10 hours instead. His dick throbbing inside your tight, warm hole was really getting to you and honestly it felt like he slowed down writing just to drag it out a bit more just to tease you. As he finished writing, you let out a sigh of relief. He put all of his papers back in the folder with a satisfied hum before turning his attention on you, a smirk played up on his lips as he looked at you with those mesmerizing brown eyes of his, intent and desire behind them. He put his lips closely to your ear, his breath fanning over it as he spoke, causing you to shiver.

"You did well, bella. Why don't I give you a reward, hmm?~"

And before you could process anything, you were bent over his desk, his cock now drilled even deeper into your pussy. You let out a soft moan and he chuckles, one hand pressing on your back and the other tightly holding your waist; a bruise or two were definitely going to be left behind.

He slowly starts thrusting into you, whimpers and moans escaping your precious lips as he leaned in close to your ear and moaned, all while wearing that smile on his face that made you fold oh so much.

"Ah~ oh bella~ never thought you'd be this tight... Ngh~ feels so good, baby. This was definitely worth the wait, yes?~" he asks you, not really expecting an answer as he picks up his pace, getting slightly rougher with you aswell, his grip tightening and his thrusts growing more harsh.

"Yeah? Oh yeah?~ yeeeaaaahh~ knew you'd agree"

As much as you'd want not to, you can't help but let out a loud moan as he hits that specific spot that your back arching and your eyesight full of stars. "Osamu..." Is all you can manage to babble out, causing him to let out a loud grunt as his pace becomes feral

"Ah fuck, the way you call my name like that~ mmm~ keep doing it, love~ I love it~" His voice drops with that last part, making you unable to keep holding on as you end up squirting all over his dick. Osamu's eyes widen slightly as he feels your walls suddenly clamp down on him as you pant and try to recover from your orgasm before you, out of nowhere, feel a pair of warm lips licking and suckling on your neck, leaving behind various hickeys.

"Hmm?~ sweet thing couldn't hold on just a bit more till I came?~ My... How needy~" he groans in your ear. He grunts as he feels your slick drip down his dick, getting closer to his own climax.

"Fuck...you're gonna take everything I give you like the good thing you are, right?~ Alright~..."

He doesn't even spare you a moment before a few final thrust is all it takes for him to dump his warm load into your aching cunt, soft whimpers and whines escaping your lips as you feel him filling you up as if you're a custard donut.

Both you and him take a couple of minutes to recover, panting heavily as you feel his cum drip out of your pussy before he leans back and looks down at you with a smile

"So how about round two, yeah? Wonder if we'll manage to see the sun rise!"

Maybe you should've just forgotten about your wallet...

[viperrot]

⇁high school sweethearts | leon kennedy | pt. 4

resident evil 4 remake leon s. kennedy x fem!band-student!reader high school au

you have a sweet encounter with leon, and there's already talk of ada and leon being together despite the moment you shared.

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

content contains: mild angst, is this even enemies to lovers? i dont know anymore., mean leon, cliches, story is told in first person, reader is a bit shy and is an oboe and trumpet player!, leon and reader are in their juniour year, fictional town set around 1980!

not proofread i am sleepy

2119 words

song rec: "dust in the wind" by kansas

Teaching the fundamentals of music was no easy feat.

As I sat in the center of my room, a felt a growing frustration sit in the pit of my stomach as my eyes darted from paper to paper, thinking of ways to teach dynamics and balancing to middle schoolers. My music books from years ago were scattered around me, terrorizing each cell in my brain as I painstakingly search for simpler ways to teach these techniques to my students, who'll be coming over for their first lesson tomorrow afternoon.

The night breeze flowed from my open window, making some of the scores flitter around. I sigh tiredly, flopping down to lay on my back in an attempt to calm my nerves. The carpet beneath me tickled my cheek as I turned to lay on my side, my hands fiddling with the white fabric as the cool air soothed me. Slowly, my eyes drooped closed as I succumbed to sleep.

But the moment is short lived.

Drifting to my ears was the sweet sound of a guitar, echoing from wall-to-wall in my bedroom. The tune was vaguely familiar, and I found myself crawling to my little window nook in curiosity. I plop myself up on the small seat, peeping out of the window to search for the source of the sound. The streetlights flickered outside, the road silent save for the sweet music playing in the distance. My eyes focus on the house across from my own, squinting at the window parallel from me.

A warm glow emanated from the opened glass, inviting me to take a look. I can't see too much save for a desk with the source of the light on top of it. I bite my lower lip anxiously as I stare from my own window, wondering if that's where I'm hearing the music from.

Suddenly, the strings stop playing, and feel a sense of sorrow as silence fills the night. As I get up to go back to my spot on the floor, a familiar figure makes way to the window across the street.

Leon slumps down into his desk chair, placing an ebony guitar on his desk with a thump!. Immediately, I notice a string dangling from the side of the lump of wood, and I realize that he had been the one playing tonight. The blonde ace digs through the drawers of his desk, fishing out a roll of string and some other tools I couldn't quite name. Curiously, I watch the boy change the string, carefully tuning his seemingly well-loved acoustic guitar as he pokes his tongue out in concentration. When he was satisfied with the way it sounded after playing a short practice tune, he went back to playing, relaxing in his desk chair.

It was mesmerizing.

The way his fingers effortlessly plucked at the strings made my brain buzz. Deftly, he played chords that went along with Kansas' "Dust in the Wind". The music whistled to me across the street, throwing me into a trance as I rest my head on the window sill.

If I focused hard enough, I could hear Leon singing the lyrics beneath his breath, as if muttering them were a sin. His blonde locks of hair framed his face perfectly, the yellow glow of his desk-light contouring the lines of his strong jaw. My heart fluttered oddly at the peaceful sight. The further into the song Leon got, the louder he would get. I eventually heard him clearly from across the street.

Completely enamored, I lost myself in the sickeningly sweet voice of his, humming along with the ace from my spot. As Leon sang, he looked up from his instrument, and we locked eyes.

His lips don't stop moving.

Leon continues to serenade me, seemingly unbothered by our recent issues. The ocean blue of his eyes hooked me in, and I could no longer focus on the way his voice sounded or how the pads of his fingers drifted across the fretboard of his guitar. His voice went through one ear and out the other, and I could feel my breath hitch in my parched throat. I'm completely unaware of how the song has ended, our stares never faltered.

His lips are pressed into a straight line as he looks at me from across the street, baby blues gazing into my own.

And then I wave.

I fucking wave at him.

In my awkward trance, my hand swings back and forth in front of me, greeting him with a cheesy smile from my window. Leon waves back, just as awkwardly, as he threads his other hand through his hair, his guitar tucked securely in his lap. I feel a blush creep up my neck, flushing the skin a soft pink as I bite the inside of my cheek. Suddenly, I get an idea.

I lift my index finger in the air, silently asking him to wait. I see his eyebrows knit together confusedly as I turn away from my window, rummaging around my room to find my old black board and a piece of chalk from my book bag. I sit on my knees on the nook of my window, scribbling my thoughts onto the board before showing it to Leon.

"You play beautifully," I wrote to him in neat letters. I see Leon squint, his eyes trying to adjust to the dim streetlights. Leon moves quickly to set his guitar to the side to then dig through his desk drawers, pulling out a spiral notebook and a ballpoint pen. In big, red, and sloppy penmanship, he writes back,

"THANKS I'M GLaD yOu LIKE THE sERenAdE."

My eyes crease as I giggle at him from across the road when I notice how horrendous his writing is, facing my blackboard to myself to reply to him.

"How long have you been playing?" I question him, trying to write large enough for him to read. Leon scribbles on a new page.

"LIKE ?? SINCE I waS 7?" He responds, his lettering bold and messy.

"That's interesting. You didn't strike me as a music person," I write. I see Leon's face burn a soft pink despite the gap between us. He flips to a new page, quickly jotting down his response.

"RUnS iN THE fAmILY. DAD LoVES MUSiC," he flashes the paper to me, the paper crinkling beneath his tight grip. I nod at him from my end, smiling softly. I smudge off the chalk on my board.

"Well, it was beautiful," I show him the board before writing another response. "You should sing more often."

"WiLL You LISTeN IF i DO?" He asks me, an odd look in his eyes as he stares at me from his desk. I gape at him slightly, unsure of how to respond to the ace. Hesitantly, I nod, and I see a sheepish grin paint across his face.

"Goodnight, Leon," I bid him farewell before setting my small blackboard down, shutting the window with a soft click!. I gaze at Leon from behind the glass, seeing him wave at me with his notebook in the other hand.

"NIGHTY-NiGHT," it says in the worst handwriting I've ever seen. I giggle softly before I draw the curtains closed.

That night, I had a sweet dream.

The next day, I'm walking through the halls with my Sony Walkman buzzing through my skull, blasting "Brandy (You're a Fine Girl)" by Looking Glass into my ears. I had thirty minutes before the first period bell rings, giving me enough time to hang out with the girls as I always do. Entering the lunch room, I immediately spot the group of girls at a round table tucked into a corner.

"Sweet pea~!!" Samantha practically shouts above the crowd from her seat atop the table, waving her arm in the air. I jog up to her and the rest of the girls, greeting them with a smile.

"Is that your new oboe?" Patti points her daintily manicured index finger at the thin, black case in my left hand.

"Yeah... I tried playing it over the weekend. It's a bit poor quality for the level I play at, but it'll last me until our concert season officially begins," I sigh, frowning softly.

"Man...!" Lucy sniffles. "This is terrible! I can't believe Leon would do that to you--I mean, one of our best players gets their signature instrument trashed? That's honestly a sin!!" The blonde shoved her face into her hands, and I was worried that she was about to cry. Samantha huffs at this.

"It's whatever. We're going to be starting our fundraiser when football season starts up here in a few weeks, so we'll get her a new oboe by then," the ravenette says confidently, rubbing her hand onto my shoulder. I squirm in my seat as I think of whether or not I should tell them about what happened last night.

"Speakin' of Kennedy, have you heard about him and Ada Wong?" Patti mentions, and I visibly perk up at the subject.

"Wong?? What about her?" Samantha quirked an eyebrow, her fingers lacing together under her chin as she looked at our friend curiously.

"Apparently, her and Leon are dating! They went on a date over the weekend, and even went to Hattie's!" Patti rambled excitedly, eager to share the new info that's probably spreading around the schools like wildfire. I hear Samantha scoff next to me, and I just know she's rolling her eyes.

"Of course, he's in cahoots with her of all people," she scowls. "Dami's girl—he's probably trying to spite the poor guy," Samantha audibly recalls my brother's past relationship with the class president. I pout slightly at her suggestion, praying that wasn't true.

For the sake of my brother or for the sake of myself, I'm unsure.

"Are you sure they're dating? I mean..." I tap my fingers against my bottom lip in thought. "Leon's only been in Everglade for less than a week... How could he jump into Ada's tits so quickly?" I question. Patti shrugs her shoulders.

"Ada's got that charm, I guess," she scoffs gently. I hum in response, not sure on how to respond. I look down at the charms on my oboe case, which I had transferred from my old case. The bunny stared back at me with its beady, black eyes, comforting me. I look back up at my group to tell them about what happened last night, but I'm stopped when I see the devil walk past our little table.

In a woody-brown Carhartt jacket, blue jeans, and worn-out Timberlands was Leon Scott Kennedy. In his hands was a carton of strawberry milk, tossed up and down as he sauntered past our table. I watched his face closely, noticing immediately how he took a quick peek at me from the corner of his eyes. When he's out of earshot, the girls all sigh at the same time, as if they held their breaths the entire time he was within 5 feet of us.

"His ass is so tight in those jea-"

"Patti!!!"

"Sorry, Sam..."

I stifle a giggle behind the palm of my hand, a blush painting my face red as Samantha scolds the poor brunette for ogling at the "new" guy. I ignore them as I watch Leon take a seat at a long table near the center of the lunchroom. He's cozy next to Ada Wong, who's sporting a scarlet-hued sweater over a black collared shirt. Her hair is perfectly styled, like always, and there's a soft red gloss on her lips. There's an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach as I watch Leon swing his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into a side-hug situation. The smile on his face is wide, and he looks at-ease in his table filled with sweat-rags and other jock freakazoids.

"You have to admit, they do look good together," my best friend hums, looking over at me. I give Samantha a small frown in return, nodding in agreement as we all stole glances at the terrible sight in front of us.

Leon looks up at me for a split second, but it feels like ages to me. I see his fingers twitch on Ada's shoulder, as if he was planning to wave at me, but he stops himself.

His attention returns to the woman in red.

"I guess we shouldn't have expected much from a Greenvale student," Patti yawns, turning her attention to the dirt between her nails. The table exchanges mumbles of agreement, and I feel the feeling in my tummy get worse for some reason. The girls chat among themselves as I lose myself in my thoughts.

Chemistry is going to be awful.

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