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will-o--the-wisp · 7 months ago

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That boy is a monster.

smut under the cut // MDNI

Diluc Ragnvindr x bottom male!reader

cws: male reader, monster cock diluc (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶), anal fingering, deepthroating.

THIS IS PART ONE OF TWO.

“T-that’s” (Name)’s voice breaks as he looks down, heat rising into his head as his confidence lowers. The heady high of arousal is washed off by the feeling of skin resting on his tummy “Diluc, that’s going to kill me” The words come out choked, evidence of both the panic and surprise at the new development. That being, the absolute monster of a cock currently resting next to his one, spanning from where Diluc is resting between his legs, pelvises pressed together, to past his belly button, adding to a hefty girth.

“You flatter me dear” Diluc responds, blush conquering his face. The (Name)’s face has to have a very distinct expression of dread because Diluc continues without missing a beat. “We can’t stop for today if you want dear,it’s not-”

“No!” (Name) says, maybe a little loud. The few seconds have allowed for surprise to ebb into curiosity, the hunger for contact kindling into a flame again. His hands fly to cover his face, embarrassment filling him at his next words “Just.. prepare me well ok?”

“Of course I will dear, don’t worry” Diluc chuckles lightly, bringing his front down just to kiss the skin of the other's forehead his hands don’t cover. “Just relax for me”

The weight of Diluc’s body disappears from the top of him, and his hands fall to the bed, his muscles relaxing. His eyes follow the muscled curve of Diluc’s back, corded muscles moving as he opens a drawer, producing a bottle of processed slime condensate from it “I asked Albedo for it” He justifies the existence of the little bottle quickly. “I knew… this” He lowers his eyes pointedly “Would be difficult.”

“You’re such a sweetheart, Diluc” (Name) responds, allowing himself a chuckle. “Now come here”

“As my prince wants” Diluc smiles in return, sitting on the bed and taking hold of his partner's thighs, opening them more to take a good look at him. He traces (Name)’s erect cock with one finger, the slight contact enough to draw a small moan and a shiver out of the other “How cute.” Diluc says as he circles his hand around the hot skin, moving his hand up and down a few times experimentally, drawing more low sounds of pleasure from the other’s mouth. “Just tell me if it gets too much ok?” Diluc asks, ever the gentleman.

“Yes” The answer comes out in the form of a squeak and the shake of a head. “‘T feels good”

“I'm glad to hear that” Diluc says, pausing for a second to open the bottle and smearing the lubricant on his fingers, rubbing them to heat it a bit. “I'm going to start opening you up dear” He circles the tight hole with his thumb, smearing more of the lube as (Name) makes a vague noise of affirmation. He starts with his middle finger, slowly pushing it in all the way and starts pistoning it with a crescendoing rhythm.

(Name)’s breath stutters at the feeling. It feels so different to have another person’s fingers inside him. He’s eyed Dilucs hands before, big, robust hands with long, firm fingers, hands used to handling a heavy claymore. Just one finger inside him is making fog invade his mind, losing himself to the pleasure as his whole body relaxes.

It doesn’t take long for the pliant hole to accept a second finger. “You’re doing amazing dear.” Diluc says fondly as he moves his fingers in and out, scissoring them at intervals, watching a steady amount of precum drip from his partner’s dick. He licks his lips and without pausing his hand, brings his head down, his mouth enveloping the whole of (Name)’s shaft.

“Diluc!” The other exclaims, hands shooting down to hold into fiery red hair, as Diluc bobs his head experimentally, introducing a third finger without much resistance. “Fuck….fuckfuck diluc don’t stop please” (Name)’s voice is reduced to whining as he feels himself go from tolerable pleasure to close to the edge at an alarming rate.

“’m close” Diluc decides that is time to take him into his throat at the same time that he curls his fingers, rubbing on that spot that makes him seize. (Name)’s whole body tenses as his hands pull on silky hair, Diluc swallowing the cum shot directly into his throat with no problem, sucking him through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“Are you sufficiently prepared now, dear?”

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idkfitememate · 9 months ago

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I’m Sorry Little Brother

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN Ancient Curse! Reader x Itadori (+ others mentioned)

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 3.6k

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff and angst, technically character death, Reader is a freak tbh

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : The angst inside me yearns to be released. I must write creepy little guy. (Again, no fucking clue who this is as I write)

Male reader for personal reasons?

Male reader for personal reasons.

(P.S. women can read this, but I see a single weird/fetishizing comment? Your ass is getting fucking blocked. Thank you!~ <3)

He shivered as he felt your sharpened canines sink into his neck.

It wasn’t uncommon, on nights like this, for you to slink under the cover of darkness into his room and wrap your far to big and much to long body around him multiple times over, completely covering him in you.

You were too big for his bed, often he could hear it creak underneath what you could fit onto its poor frame, the rest of your body shoved into his floor, masses of hands and tails and tongues and otherwise slithering across the wood silently.

He couldn’t bare too remember the day you became this.

The day you ceased to live.

All he really wanted to recall was that one day you were alive and well, as human as can be, then the next you were… this.

Fundamentally obsessed with everything that had to do with him, a mixture of his and your bond.

There was a reason he had no fear when he found the King if Curses had made his home inside of him.

Because you were here.

Thinking now with what knowledge he had, it would be a lie to ever call you “human”.

You were old, older than most old curses he would inevitably be forced to fight, each being hundreds if not thousands of years old.

But you…

He shivered, and you curled tighter around him, many voices whispering to him - male, female, old and young, just born and on the verge of death - that he was okay, that you would protect him from… the thing inside him.

The pinkette resigned to your grip, feeling a pair of hands wrap around his waist, the teeth that you had planted in him sinking deeper, rumbling purr-like noises emitting from your throat.

You made sure he didn’t feel it.

The pain.

Your nails scratching into skin, teeth puncturing the surface.

You “loved” him far too much.

Tails lightly thumped against your skin and his walls in a rhythm. A couple mouths, some pressed to his skin and some… away from his form panted, tongues lolling out and hot puffs of breath filling the room.

You had been such a sweet boy.

Itadori had found you one day while on an outing with his parents. You had been on a playground by yourself, wearing the classic monster truck tee-shirt and blue kids cargo shorts. Your velcro also monster truck theme shoes flew through the air as you kicked to gain momentum on the swing-set you currently occupied.

Your hair was wild and untamed as you soared through the air, your squeals and high-pitched laughter filling the air. Your carefree mood quickly inspired the boy as he turned to his parents, intent on making them say yes to him going to play with you. But, before he could even get a word out, the adults nodded at him, releasing their holds on his hands, and allowed him to race off onto the wood chip covered ground of the bright and colorful children’s playground.

“Hello!! I’m Itadori Yuji!! What’s your name?” He shouted. You glanced at him, swinging even higher, before leaping off the swing from its highest point.

He watched, slack jawed in awe as you literally flew through the air, landing perfectly on your feet. You had landed with your back to him, dramatically looking over your shoulder to stare at him. You then placed a hand on your waist and flicked your hair over your shoulder and out of your face, so he could clearly see your vibrant (e/c) eyes.

You pursed your lips into a pout with a small glare before braking out into a wide grin, displaying your inhumanly sharp teeth.

“I’m (y/n)! And you better remember it!” Fully facing him you jabbed a finger in your direction before pushing it into his chest, causing him to stumble from the sheer force behind the tap.

“And I’m your new little brother, got it? From now on I’m stickin’ by your side no matter what!” Your grin grew with every word before you snatched his wrist in your hands - your nails were sharp. They nearly pierced his skin - and dragged him onto the play set, climbing with him behind you, laughing when you reached the top first.

And that was how your weird relationship began.

You were there for him, every day. As his mother grew odder and odder and his father grew a bit more distant with each passing moment, you were a constant. Your childish grin and weird ideas - you once convinced him to launch you as hard as he could. You flew three blocks and crashed through some rando’s wall - they helped him get through life, especially when he was dumped in the care of his grandfather.

You stayed with him at that point, your parents never being mentioned once by you or anyone, nor had any missing kids reports that matched your description ever come out.

You really were like a little brother.

At least, you were.

He had no control over the situation, and it took years of comforting from his grandfather - who was getting sicker and sicker by the day - and therapy to finally come to terms with it.

Your death.

It was totally on accident, you had convinced him to go on another adventure, taking him to an abandoned building while singing, walking atop the chainlink fences as he walked beside them.

You had giggled when flashing him that signature grin, saying “I’ll go scope it out, you stay here!” or something to that effect.

And you ran inside.

He should’ve ran in after, should’ve told you he felt uncomfortable with how the building looked, should’ve said something.

But he didn’t.

And he was forced to hear your screams and cries die out beneath the rubble of the freshly fallen building.

He desperately pulled at debris, calling out to you to “Just hold on!” as he pulled large chunks of concrete from the pile and threw them away.

How he held your crushed and crumpled body in his arms, shocked to silence and paralysis.

Tears silently slid down his cheeks, soaking into the concrete. Rain began to fall, drenching the both of you.

He cradled your body, sobbing into the bloody mess that once was you.

What part of him mind that wasn’t sobbing was desperately trying to keep what little he had for lunch down. Bone fragments were everywhere, blood had splattered all across… well everything!

He could see a couple teeth and nails here and there and if he looked hard enough, he would’ve seen one of your eyes trapped between some small wall chunks.

The building had quite literally fallen with no warning, and very rapidly as well. The way it had fallen basically landed so much pressure over your body that you had actually fucking exploded.

And so, Itadori cried.

Ignoring the world around him he sobbed and sobbed, paying no mind to how your should-have-been-dead body twitched slightly in his harsh embrace. How you made noises no dead-man should, how the shadows climbed the shattered walls around him, eyes teeth and hands clawing, reaching out to him.

“Ɏ…Ʉ…J…ł…”

His breath stuttered as he hiccuped, refusing to look up.

“Ᏸ…Ꭵ…Ꮆ…Ᏸ…Ꮢ…Ꭷ…Ꮦ…Ꮒ…Ꮛ…Ꮢ…”

His grip tightened, if at all possible. He shoved his face into your neck, iron filling his nose and blood smearing his cheek.

“҉L҉…҉o҉…҉o҉…҉k҉…҉a҉…҉t҉…҉m҉…҉e҉…҉”҉

He shook his head.

”…Ǝ…M…T…A…⋊…O…O…⅃“

He sobbed louder.

“Ꮭ..Ꭷ…Ꭷ…Ꮶ…ₐ…ₜ…𝓶…𝔼…𝙱…𝙸…𝙶…B…Я…Ө…Ƭ…Ή…Σ…Я…

I̵̹̦̓Ṱ̷̒́͂̀̓̍͌̑A̵̿̄̑̈́͊̓̽��̦̻̰̯͇̗͙D̴̙͉̺́͊͒̎̄̎̈́̉̚̕ͅO̶̟̻̬̥͑̿̊̈̎̍̚͝͝R̷̡̦̮͕̥̰̈́̅Ĩ̶̪͍͙̲͇ ̶̢̟̤̩̪̥̄Y̵̧͉̝̓̏̒͑̋̊̊͠U̴̟͉͔͙̟̮̤̗̩̓̿J̵̧̛͖̠͔̺̙̬̩̎I̴̢̡̫̰̥̮̺̥̱͌̀!̵̢̓͂̇!̸̤̱͓̿̔!̴̬̯̙̱̆̃̋̚!̶̰̱̮̹̳̥̬̀̄̀̿ͅ!̸̡̤̟́̔͘͝!̵̱̱͑̐̓̚”̵̧͚̩̝͚͍̭͛̓̀́”

He wailed as he felt the millions of hands wrap around him and your “human” corpse. It wailed with him - you wailed with him.

Thousands of sounds, from a howling dog to a screaming bird echoed as you sobbed with the boy, over your own death.

…He should’ve seen how his mother shook when you were around. Like something was deathly wrong. Her skin would pale - more than it already was - and her eyes would widen slightly. She was good at hiding her fear.

Fear of you.

He should’ve also noticed how whenever you were in a room with him or his family and others were there, you’d play the “don’t see me” game. It was simple in practice, pretend you weren’t there.

Itadori struggled, obviously, but it was brushed off by other adults as him having an “imaginary friend”.

Like they couldn’t see you.

How you’d wonder around those people and they simply didn’t notice your existence, your presence concealed from everyone besides his family.

Besides him.

How wherever you went, chaos and despair were sure to follow, with your long animalistic nails dragging lightly on someone’s skin, their name later showing up in the obituary. How you’d mutter something in someone’s ear and they would later be found guilty for the serial murders of their entire family. A glance in their direction and a new extreme suicide method would be discovered, following their death.

You were an enigma, one he wouldn’t bother solving through his rose tinted glasses.

But now, with the howling sounds of… you(??) behind him, he didn’t know.

Maybe it would be better to solve you, maybe it would’ve been better to get to know you on a more than superficial level.

Maybe he should’ve looked between the cracks of your carefully constructed caricature and see what was beneath the surface.

The monster beneath the surface.

‘He was damn good at hiding it.’ He mused, coming back to your warmth wrapped around his own, the… whimpers - he had no clue the man could make those noises… he wouldn’t mind hearing them more often - of Sukuna.

He wondered how long he had, subconsciously, known of the Jujitsu world after being introduced to you.

How often he saw small time curses and brushed them off as tricks of the light.

How often people on the streets assumed he was insane as a child when he spoke to air, having a full conversation.

“̷B̷…̷i̷…̷g̷…̷B̷…̷r̷…̷o̷…̷t̷…̷h̷…̷e̷…̷r̷.̷.̷?̷”̷

You didn’t speak much, but when you did your voice was commanding.

Even if the most prominent voice in the millions of overlays was that same voice that of the child who introduced himself as (y/n) all those years ago.

He turned to you, eyes meeting yours with hundreds of pupils dotting the whites of your scleras. Sharp teeth finally dislodged themselves from his neck, a smaller tongue coming forth and licking the wound.

“Yeah, little guy?” He responded. He tried so hard to not see you as wrong. As his little brother.

It was hard but he was pulling through, especially when you had near the same personality as back then, if not a bit more protective.

“ᒪ…ᓍ…ᐺ…ᘿ…ᖻ…ᓍ…ᑘ…”

Smiles placed themselves across your form, it reminded him of why you snuck in at night.

You didn’t want to get him in trouble.

You didn’t think of yourself and how you could get killed - he didn’t doubt his teachers, but he knew for a fact the couldn’t kill you, no way - and how sad he would be after.

You were always like that, putting his likes before your own, much to his chagrin. It was funny that way, with how you insisted to do everything for him, despite claiming him as your “older brother”.

“I… I love you too, (y/n).” Your purrs rumbled out again, loving whenever he used your name.

A part of him was grateful that you didn’t introduce him to the Jujitsu world in his youth. You hadn’t dragged him in head first, kicking and screaming.

Hell, as far as he was concerned, you never even meant for him to fall down this slippery slope but he did, and he was happy that you stuck around.

He was even more happy that you could calm - terrify would’ve been the right word - the storm that raged inside his head.

That beast.

That damned laughter echoed around his skull, constantly reminding him of failures.

Of his failure to Junpei.

As though you could feel the sudden sadness, you whined, shoving the appendage most like a head in the junction on his neck. He giggled at the feeling of a tongue running across his skin, rubbing a hand on your head(?).

“Hey now, settle down.”

A noise came from you, somewhere between a quiet bark and a yip, as you settled down, continuing to nuzzle into him.

He loved these nights.

Unfortunately, he no longer had them.

With the recent war - is this a war? He hadn’t even gotten a drivers license or gotten his first job how could he be part of a war? - he had no time for sleep.

It was constant moving, never spending more than one night in one place. His life consisted now of three main things:

Eat. Fight. Sleep (if you can).

Over and over, he never slept enough to give you a chance to slip into his grasp and share the moonlit nights chuckling at you and his little jokes.

And with that result, he could hear The King’s voice grow louder in his head. Taunting and laughing at him for every misstep and mistake.

For every death.

He was on the verge of giving up, of finally relinquishing control and sitting the recesses of his mind, ignoring the world till he was killed.

Then he met his older brother. And learned of his other brothers.

Searing pain ran through his mind at the revelation, a few images of you flickering through his brain as a harsh reminder.

And today was no better than the rest.

All. Fucking. Day. He was forced to fight curse after curse after curse with no rest. He could feel the dried blood on his skin and the screaming and aching pain of his joints and muscles, begging him for at least one full night of sleep.

He couldn’t.

Not with HIM mocking him at every waking moment.

He was loosing his grip on reality, his steps less prominent and his punches not hitting as strong as usual.

“Yuji!”

He could barely pay attention to the man who called him. His older brother..? Right, yeah. He’s fighting right now… Why is he fighting?

At that moment a punch landed to his gut, launching him back a few feet, he kneeled to the ground, clutching his stomach.

A groan left his lips as his eyes grew weary, struggling to stay open. A kick hit that same place as the punch, causing him to flip and roll over, crying out in pain.

Tears began to slip from his eyes. He knew he couldn’t keep this up for much longer, but sleeping would mean that HE would have a chance to.. a chance to…

The boy curled in on himself, arms around legs and legs pressed to his chest as he lay on his side in the middle of the road. Whimpers and tears escaped him as he laid there in fetal position, the cracked concrete beneath him growing wet with each passing second.

He felt weak.

He felt worthless.

Finally his body began to rapidly shake with how hard the sobs that tore their way through his throat were. He wailed into the air, hands gripping at his clothes. Everything stopped as he cried, the curses onslaught slowing as the half-curse looked back at his broken brother.

But as he screamed and sobbed, the air changed.

Static filled the sky as the world grew eerily quiet around them. The air stilled and something dark began to form behind the boy.

“̴Y̴…̴o̴…̴u̴…̴v̴…̴e̴…̴h̴…̴u̴…̴r̴…̴t̴…̴Y̴…̴u̴…̴j̴…̴i̴…̴e̴…̴n̴…̴o̴…̴u̴…̴g̴…̴h̴…̴”̴

Your voice rung out as clear as a bell, effectively silencing any attempts to speak out.

You were huge - easily towering over most buildings surrounding them, which stood at around 430 ft - looking like a mass of wriggling arms and mouths, tongues whipping wildly in the air. Eyes crowded around area of your body, looking in multiple directions but focusing on the now whimpering curse that had dared punch and kick Yuji. You were worm like, noted the half-curse, something like a centipede or millipede, arms and legs supporting your weight and shuffling your body forward.

But then you leaned down.

At the front of your body was an impossibly large mouth with sharpened teeth. Some of which protruded from parts of your lips and cheeks. Your maw opened and a long tongue like appendage slipped out, slithering in the air like a snake. The end opened and a much smaller form poked out, this smaller human-esk form being barely four ft in height.

A boy with dull (e/c) stared back. Long (h/c) hair flowed down his back, tied with a (f/c) ribbon. Only his waist up was exposed, but what they could see was covered by a (f/c) kimono with a gorgeous sash.

The small figure-head of a boy looked like he had jumped straight out of ancient Japan, completed with a scowl.

He opened his mouth to speak, and that’s when they saw how hollow the boy was. No teeth, no tongue. His mouth was pitch black.

[̲̅“][̲̅H][̲̅…][̲̅o][̲̅…][̲̅w][̲̅…][̲̅d][̲̅…][̲̅a][̲̅…][̲̅r][̲̅…][̲̅e][̲̅…][̲̅y][̲̅…][̲̅o][̲̅…][̲̅u][̲̅…][̲̅”]

Multiple of your mouths licked their chops as you stared down the curses, paying no mind to the half-curse.

A chuckle.

Hands flew off you from every angle, gripping the flesh of the now crying curses, ripping and tearing away at their bodies. Chunks of curse were thrown into open and waiting jaws, the crunch of deformed bones echoed.

It was only a moment more until the black haired man noticed the lack of sobbing.

It seemed the same for you because immediately after his thought, your body snapped up to glare at the top of a building. Your body climbed back up to what he realized wasn’t even your full height to stare down at the building.

To glare down the tattooed pinkette.

Animalistic growls of various kinds left your many throats as you stared down with such vibrant hatred that it made lesser curses nearby actually killed themselves in fear.

“k…i…ຖ…ງ…໐…f…¢…น…r…Ş…ē…Ş…”

Unlike his usual prideful expressions and loud boasting, the man was silent, a grimace on his face instead.

“You…” He growled.

It wouldn’t take a genius to recognize that the two of you had history. Those glares you gave each other were more than just ‘seeing the enemy for the first time glares’. Those were glares with passion.

Pure and unbridled hatred.

The air around the area of you two became so damn oppressive that it felt as though the sky itself was falling down on all those below you. The half curse fell to his knees and griped his head in pain.

He noted others doing the same. Whether it be a curse or one of the sorcerers who came when they felt the shift on the battlefield or saw your… summoning?

It didn’t seem to matter as one by one, everyone and thing fell to their knees.

The biggest issue was the fact that not even The King’s aura had every cause something like this. Sure he was suffocating but never to this extent.

That only left…

You.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍡🍫🍩୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

Back when man first made its claim across land, showing its might against enemies;

The first true fear was born.

Dark and grim in shape, it was built off the deepest and darkest desires and nightmares of sentience.

The one thing feeding its dark heart?

The primal fear of being prey.

Of being hunted.

It was the predator to humanity, the thing destined to wipe it out and what of which every other fear would soon be born of.

It was that which lurched in the shadows, it was that which watched from the deep, it was that which breathed down their necks.

Eyes to stalk your every move.

Ears to hear your every step.

Noses to smell your scent from miles off.

Legs to rush you before you could run.

Hands to grip you so you’d never escape.

And mouths to swallow you whole.

…

It fed on people’s worst fantasies.

Changing its shape to fit in, to sneak under the now watchful fearful gaze of humanity.

Taking on a man or woman’s face. Or girl or boy.

…

It fed on the worst of the worst. Tasting their sinful flesh as they committed atrocities to their own kind.

Kindled fires that turned to wars and fed on those cries.

… Till it found a boy.

A boy who gazed at it with no fear. A burning rage in his eyes.

One that could only be snuffed with bloodshed.

It took him under its wing, training him, teaching him. Hiding him from those whom wanted him dead.

But he grew arrogant.

He had grown, two faces and two arms with an added mouth then adorned his form.

He truly thought he could over take it.

Instead, he died; Or rather, he was sealed.

It felt nothing when this happened. Finding the situation to be telling.

And so, it continued. Feasting on the fears and darkest desires of humanity while watching the amass of beings like it grow.

Then, it took on the form of a child, dressed in the common wear of the century. The world was advancing, shiny metals making up the village’s - no, cities as they were now called, with the human populace unimaginably rich in numbers and cultures.

It met a boy, whom uncannily looked like the one it had taken in years ago, as did the boys father.

It vaguely remembered a concubine the other had, but never the less, it smiled.

T’was a new dawn, a new day, and a new life.

And that “boy”?

Well, he was feeling quite good~

…

“To a new era!~ Raise your glasses and cheer, fellows of the dark!~”

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Lmao I’m tired ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujitsu kaisen x reader #x reader #x gn reader #x gn y/n #Gn reader #gn y/n #I’s sleepy #goodnight 💤

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florencetypemaniacs · 6 months ago

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Happy Birthday, Margaret

૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა FLUFF Alphabet ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

A | attention: How much attention do they want in the relationship?

So much! Well, at first, it would be a little too much for her with her shy nature, but as your relationship starts to bloom, she will want you to give her attention, although I think her main focus would be giving you attention.

B | Baby: Would they want a family?

She would love to have a baby with you. She always wanted to be a mother, however. Margaret would understand if that was something you didn't want. I do think her need to care for something would come out in other ways, maybe by helping at a youth center.

C | Cuddle: What do they like when they cuddle with you?

Margaret is a cuddle monster. Always want you in her arms, or the other way around.

D | dates: What are dates with them like? What do they like to do?

At the start, I could see her being nervous about every little detail, but as you both grow together, she puts together more simple date ideas that you both enjoy. Margaret would love baking together or going on a picnic (anything to do with food).

E | equal: do they prefer to be more in control or laid-back in the relationship?

Margaret is very much okay with you taking the lead in the relationship, but she will start to freak out if there is a bump in the road. She doesn't want to lose you.

F | fights: how do they handle fights?

She would be distraught and try to make it up to you any way she knew how. This is her first relationship, so she will need a little guidance and reassurance.

G | gratitude: how grateful are they to have you? What do they think your relationship is worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Margaret views your relationship as one of the most important things in her life. She wants to keep, nourish, and care for it in the same way as she would a plant. She is terrified of ending your relationship because she believes it is worth not only sacrificing for but also living for.

H | honesty: Honesty: Are they honest with you? How important is honesty to them?

Super important. Communication is key, and Margaret wants to be the one you talk to when you have a problem because she wants to be the one to fix it.

I | insight: how easy is it for them to read your mind and tell how you are feeling?

Oooo. This is hard. I don't think very well. Margaret second-guesses herself a lot, so you would have to be very clear, and while she might have an idea of how you are feeling, she is too scared to voice it.

J | Jealousy: What makes them jealous? What are they like when they’re jealous?

Margaret gets more insecure than jealous, and I think what would make her jealous is if you ignored her to focus on the other person, making her feel invisible.

K | kisses: What are their kisses like? who kissed who first? where do they like to kiss you?

I can't say who kisses who because that will be all up to revealed. But Margaret's kisses are soft and sweet; her favorite place to kiss is your cheek.

I | love language: what’s their favorite love language?

- Love to Perform: Physical Touch, Gift Giving, & Acts of Service

- Love to Receive: Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, and Physical Touch

M | marriage: Would they want to get married? if you were to get married, who would take your last name? What would the marriage be like?

She is 100 percent on board with marriage. Margaret has dreamed about a big wedding since she was a little girl, so she has high hopes for her wedding day. Although she would love to take your last name, if you want to take hers, that would be okay with her. As long as you both love each other, she is okay.

N | nicknames: would they use nicknames on you? Do they like it when you use nicknames for them?

It would be a blushing mess, but she was so happy. I could see her calling you French nicknames in private and public in a deep relationship.

O | open: how long does it take for them to open up to you for the first time?

A while? Well, not with the whole truth because of circumstances, but she does open up faster than the other ROs.

P | pda: thoughts on public displays of affection?

She is very much into G-rated public displays of affection, like holding your hand or giving you little pecks on the cheeks and lips, but she is very shy with more "raunchy" actions.

Q | Quality time: what do they like to do when they’re with you? How affectionate are they behind closed doors?

Baking. Margaret loves baking, even if she is not the best at it, but she would love to bake or cook with you; making something together makes her go all fuzzy inside. Margaret is very affectionate behind closed doors and will often just hug you for no reason.

R | romance: How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

I think Margaret is very much a cliche romantic, living in a period where wooing someone was very important in courting. Giving you flowers or breakfast in bed. However, she is a nervous wreck, and I could see her being very awkward, but her heart is in the right place.

S | sad: how would they cheer you up when you’re sad?

Margaret would just try to distract you with small gifts that mean something to her and you to try and lift your spirits.

T | thrill: would they do any new things to spice up your relationship?

Margaret is way too shy, so you would have to make the first move for anything more than vanilla, but she is willing to try in a deep relationship. Margaret is more comfortable with a certain routine that you two will share, making her feel safe and warm.

U | unwind :How do they like to unwind and relieve stress when with you?

Gardening. Margaret loves all her plant babies; something about watching them grow into beautiful blooms makes her feel relaxed. Sharing that with you will make her heart soar.

V | vaunt: What are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?

Margaret is not proud of a lot of things that her family has done in the past and doesn't feel that she deserves praise, but she can't help but blush when people compliment her baking, plants, and healing abilities.

W | wild card: random relationship headcanon!

Her favorite thing to do with you is Netflix and Cuddle, even buying all these soft blankets, which ends up with guys making a pillow fort one night and watching whatever you both could think of.

X | exes: How would they handle situations with your exes? What are they like with their exes?

Margaret doesn't have any exes, so she is quite new to how to handle them. My poor baby wouldn't know what to do if she met your ex; she would try to be nice to them and hide her jealous and insecure nature. Margaret is just standing there awkwardly when you are talking to them, watching you both as she nervously fidgeted.

Y | yearn: How will they cope when you’re away? What are they like when they reunite with you after being gone for so long?

Not very well. Once she is in love, she feels like she can't live without you. Margaret would try to distract herself with anything she could think of until she was with you again. And when she finally had you back in her arms, you would have to pry her out because she was going to hug you like a koala.

Z | zzz: What do they like about sleeping with you? What are some habits they have?

She doesn't have any habits besides wanting to cuddle. Little spoon all the way!

#MIS-RO:Margaret #Happy Birthday Margaret #interactive fiction #twine interactive fiction #margaret #my inner sins

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May I request regressor Nina the killer headcannons pls?

Hello Hello!!

So sorry that it's taken me so long to get to your request I would love to do some headcanons for you! (I was so surprised to see so many people wanting them of her too so it’s been fun to brainstorm!!) I actually can think of so many and I’m so excited to do it!! >ܫ< just a heads up some of these will be non regressor related >:p anywho!!

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Little! Nina the Killer Headcannons!

None of this art is mine!! All credits go to the original artists!!

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🩷 I always imagined Nina to be super fun loving and bubbly just all over the place so I feel like that translates to her little side! She would always wanna play and do anything as long she thinks it’s fun!

🔪 I don’t think she’d have a set age to regress at but she knows that she can be suuuuuper small sometimes where she’ll babble lots n lots (lil chatterbox) or just be super grown up but also not quite x)

😽 She of course has many toys especially plushies there will be tons of plushies EVERYWHERE ALWAYS!! Especially if they’re more scene type of ones like an Invader Zim Gir backpack or something!

🎀 Definitely owns a toy flip phone that plays cute music when you open it and has little compartments for lip gloss

🥩 Her favorite things to eat are sour patch gummy worms and will eat an entire bag in an hour if you let her!

🩸 You will have to force her to drink “regular” drinks because if you let her she’ll just drink all kinds of monster flavors right out of a bottle or her favorite sippy! :p

🐾 She is super clingy and loves to hang out with her babysitters and caregivers and if they don’t have time to play she’ll definitely blow up their phone about it (she’s a lil diva what can she say!)

🌮 Unironically uses “XD” “:3” “O_o” and all kinds of slang from the early 2000s (a true y2k princess)

🍭 Speaking of princess!! She LOVES all kinds of cutesie lil nicknames are favorites being “princess” “cutie/cutie pie” “gummy bear” and “brat” (lovingly of course teehee)

😽 Whether she’s big or little she’ll ALWAYS wanna take cute pictures and will make anyone who’s looking after her take only the CUTEST of pictures for her >:3

🫀 She 100% plays video games while small and her favorite is absolutely Yandere Simulator

�� She loves Kandi bracelets and making some for all her friends, babysitters and cg(s) are a MUST!! She will sit anyone down to have them make bracelets with her (AND YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TAKE THEM OFF EVER >:O!!!)

🐾 I like to think that along with being an age regress or (which honestly isn’t much different in terms of personality to me-) she’s also a pet regressor! I feel that she would LOVE to wear cute cat ears and cat patterned stuff whether they’re arm warmers or cute socks!

↳ she will leave the house any day with any of her kitty accessories (especially her collar) and even have a fuzzy tail hanging from her skirt! ≽^•⩊•^≼

🩷 She would love to make kitty noises and curl up and snuggle with anyone who’s willing just a big cuddle bug! Her favorite is when people will run their fingers through her hair while they lovingly tell her all kinds of sweet words :3

🧸 She would totally be a fan of gloomy bear and have a big collection of their plushies

🎀 It’s always a hassle to get her to bed and she will almost always throw a tantrum. The only time she’ll EVER go to bed without any of it is if it’s nicely made with her favorite plushies (all of them), if you read her some bedtime stories and give her many lovins and kisses and wait for her to fall asleep before leaving (you’re not allowed to leave)

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Weeee!! That’s is for headcanons for now I hope you like them!! I had such a fun time doing them and if you’d ever like a part 2 let me know!! (Doing this made me realize I see a lot of myself in her omg)

Thank you again for your request!! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა🩷

Love,

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