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The Violinist
Pairing: x reader
Requested: no
Warnings: none, maybe light sexism
Part 2
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You had not come from a very prominent family. Not near as well known as any of the families of the Ton. Neither were you on the lesser side of money. Your family had more than enough to be comfortable, yet nowhere near the money that was flaunted by the upper class.
No. Instead you reside in a family of musicians. You, surrounded by your three brothers and your father, all enjoy the thrill of performing. They were hesitant to allow you to join them in their endeavors, but with much reassurance they allowed you to join them. The promise was kept as long as you remained in the back, hidden from others while your music echoed through the rooms. They didn’t entirely agree with you playing. A young woman of twenty and three focusing on music instead of finding a husband. But you loved what you did and that’s all that you cared about.
Your well-known family was one of the bands that would preform at the balls through the ton. Set up to one side of the room long before guests we’re ever to arrive, giving yourselves plenty of time to set up and prepare your instruments. You had played the violin. Rather beautifully in fact. Your brothers and Father played the rest of the instruments, some other violins, a cello, and the viola. Together, you all make the most beautiful music.
You had been almost blessed with such a talent from a young age, taking on the violin at about eight and catching on quickly. you were able to hear music and replicate it almost instantly and it was incredible. You absolutely loved it. Your parents had called you a prodigy of the instrument, your elder brothers amazed at how quickly you were able to pick such things up.
This ball was no different. It was about mid season, and the young ladies and gentlemen of the ton were in full sing of the social season of finding the right partner to court. This evening your family had the pleasure of preforming in Aubrey Hall, home to the Bridgerton family themselves. You had heard all sorts of stories about the family both from the whispers of the ball rooms to the scandalous readings of Lady Whistledown. From the rakes that were the eldest boys, to the Diamond that was Daphne, or the bookworm that was Elouise who had seemed to despise these lavish parties more and more with each year.
These people had intrigued you. You have seen people of all sorts within these parties, but those Bridgertons were the most interesting to you. For a family so wealthy, so well-known, they were so kind. It was not like the Culpers where they would stick up their nose at the nearest person who was beneath them. No, they were strangely kind. Though it all made your job much easier.
It never took too long for you and your family to set up and tune your instruments. The servants and such were all rushing around, getting some final arrangements done before all the guests were to arrive.
You, yourself we’re just finishing up your tubing when a younger female voice spoke up behind you, pulling you from your concentration.
“I remember you playing from a few other balls. Are you usually tucked in the back playing?” The voice spoke, causing you to turn to face one of the middle children of the Bridgerton family. Elouise Bridgerton.
You raised an eyebrow before you lowered your head in a greeting. “Miss Bridgerton,” you started before nodding at her words. “I do. I am Y/N Lyndon. I play often at these balls through the social season with my brothers and my father. Though my only place is in the back but I do not mind,” you say, and this leads even more curiosity from the Bridgerton girl.
“Hm. So you’re hidden in the back just playing. Listening to the room. Perfect for….gossip. Is it not?” Elouise then asked, which caused a confused look to come across your face before you had realized what she was insinuating. This laugh caused Elouise to narrow her eyes, “why are you laughing?” She questioned, “it’s because it is true. Isn’t it?”
You shake your head, recollecting yourself before speaking. “Forgive me, miss. Uh no, it is not true. I do not have the luxury of having so much time to write such gossip in the papers as Lady Whistldown does. I spend my time preforming and practicing and I do not have much time to write such things. Though it was a rather clear idea. A preformed hidden in the back? A rather good suspect,” you say before continuing, “though if I do hear anything of Whsitledown I’ll ensure that you are first to know,” you then reassure the young girl.
Eloise huffed softly as she could have sworn that she was close. But she was relieved that you would be able to help though.
Before she could speak, the eldest of the Bridgertons came up and placed his hands on Elouise’s shoulders, “excuse my sister, miss. She often speaks out of turn. Excuse us,” he said and before Elouise could utter another word he pulled his sister away.
You looked to them a bit in confusion, but assumed he either didn’t want Elouise to distract her before her performances, or maybe the Viscount didn’t want his sister interacting with a worker. Either way she didn’t mind. She lowered her head as Anthony came and went, turning and getting settled in her spot just beside her brother.
“You need to stop bothering people with that Lady Whistledown nonsense,” Anthony said as they approached Benedict and Colin as well. The two were already a few glasses of champagne down.
The two shared a look with each other before glancing to the other two siblings, “who are you bothering now with your hunt for Lady Whistledown?” Colin asked in an exaggerated sigh.
Elouise rolled her eyes, “I am not bothering. Just inquiring. And it was Miss Lyndon. The violinist,” she said, subtly gesturing to you who had just started to warm up amongst your brothers.
This seemed to catch the attention of the brothers as they took in your form. Hair done up simply but elegantly and a dress proper enough for a ball. Though it wasn’t anything extremely elegant or very outlandish. It was simple, but it was intriguing. A rather beautiful young lady playing an instrument instead of dancing.
“Intriguing…” Benedict hummed, obviously intrigued by a fellow artist. He was always drawn to such people with such creativeness. Then again, Colin was as well.
The brothers made a note to keep an eye on this certain violinist, hopefully they would see her preforming once more.
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Since you asked for some angsty stuff...Hunters of your choice (can Fool's Gold and/or Ithaqua please be included if you have inspo for them🙏) accidentally fatally injuring their SOs during a match? Maybe they're sad/guilty and they expect their SOs to be fine after the match but then it turns out this death was permadeath/their SO is gone for good?
You…you wanna make those two guys MORE unstable? I like you ewe
Warnings: angst, very intense emotions, extreme violence, character death
Fool’s Gold
The relationship between Norton and Him was as odd as it was volatile, but they shared some deeper-than-understanding connection to one another. Which was why he’d been chosen to break the news to his alternate self, against all his protests. It wasn’t fair. Norton and Fool’s Gold were, at their cores, the same person with all the same desires. The same loves. Norton was hardly given a second to process your death himself and now he had to put himself in front of the broken mirror who’d done it.
‘Fool’s Gold’ stood in that crooked, stiff way of his while staring down Norton with a goading smile. It was just them in the garden—in the spot everyone knew the two of you would meet on full moons.
“Get lost,” Fool’s Gold croaks out. “You know this isn’t your place.”
“Yeah, well, it will have to be for right now,” Norton spits back, crossing his arms tight. It’s a poor comfort, a poor self-restraint. “I’ve got something to say to you.”
“Important enough to interrupt my date night,” He cackles. He rolls his neck, body rumbling and cracking as the coals of his torso shift. “Get on with it, then. Then get out of my wa—”
“They’re dead,” Norton says quickly. There’s no sense in delaying things. No amount of sugar coating will help calm the wrath Norton knows the amalgamation of all his worst parts is capable of conjuring. Fool’s Gold tilts his head a fraction. His grin wavers. “For good. We don’t know how or why. But that last match with you this week, when you…. You killed them for good.” Norton doesn’t try to hide the venom in his voice, but at least spares his counterpart a recounting of the gory details. Of how you suffered, burnt and broken.
“The fuck they are,” Fool’s Gold growls. “You think I’ve got rocks in my head, too? There’s no such thing as death here. Where are they? They’re mad about that hit, huh? I told them not to body block for that--”
“They’re dead!” Norton shouts. “You fucking killed them! They’re gone—for real, forever! The sooner you accept that, the sooner I can fuck off and go back to ignoring your worthless existence!”
Norton was suddenly dangling in the air by a crushing grip on his throat, having been drawn into Fool’s Gold’s rocky hand by the very polarity that had saved his life so many times before. But they shared that, too, and now he was stuck with that dead, enraged eye staring into his.
“Don’t you fucking lie to me!” Fool’s Gold roars, coughing and spitting all the way. Norton is wheezing too, both of them to quiver and suffocate with hurt carefully concealed under the blame and hatred for one another. “If anything…if anything, you’re hiding them. Think you’re so much better than me that you can steal the one good thing I got? I’ll crush you. I’ll CRUSH you. I’ll bring down that whole worthless fucking manor right to the ground and dig them out myself if I have to—WHERE ARE THEY!”
“It’s…your fault,” Norton chokes out with his last breaths, looking into his own murky eyes. “If you’d…n-never…existed—"
Fool’s Gold slams Norton’s body into the cobblestone like a ragdoll, rumbling the gardens and covering the grass with moonlit blood.
Ithaqua
He was not a man known for his patience—especially when it came to you. Ithaqua had been unbearable to all the other Hunters since your match with him, first enraged, then worried sick, it was completely pitiful. Somewhere between a kicked puppy and a snarling badger. Now, it was the survivor manor’s turn to be subjected to him.
Ithaqua paced in front of the Survivor manor, twitchy and impatient. Anyone who stepped foot outside was whipped into his clutches by a gust of wind and interrogated. He didn’t understand why they all had to make this so difficult. All he wanted was his lover. His other half. Why were these pitiful dolls denying him that?
“Bring them out here,” he’d growled at the squeaky little dancer. She got off the easiest, and that could have been the end of things, if she’d listened.
“Where are they?” he’d asked the psychologist, crushing her throat in a clawed hand while her pet beat at his stomach desperately. He’d let them go, too, because they reminded him of you and him in some pathetic way.
The third wasn’t so lucky. The batter had the nerve to claim you were dead. He was no fool, he knew that didn’t happen. He knew you were inside that stupid building, probably locked away by the rest of these survivor maggots out of some twisted sense of ‘protectiveness.’ Who did they think they were, to keep you two apart?
“You killed them,” the batter spat up at Ithaqua, who loomed over his crumpled body. “You beat them to death…like you’re doing to me now!” Ithaqua laughed maniacally. He’d hit you, sure, but only because you threw yourself in the way of the little blind girl. He’d told you before not to do that. That he didn’t want to hit you, that he couldn’t stop a swing in motion! But you did it anyway and took a detention-ed crack over the head. “They’re dead for good! They didn’t heal, they didn’t regenerate! We had to bury a corpse for the first time ever!!”
That gave Ithaqua some pause. Irrationally, impossibly…he didn’t hear lies in the bleeding man’s words. Something inside Ithaqua snapped with the realization, the thought that you might well and truly be gone. Without word or smile, he raised his axe and brought it down on this survivor’s head. He splattered open like a pinched grape.
It made no sense for true death to happen now of all times. To you of all people. If it were real, though, then there was a reason. Something was waiting beyond this cage. You were waiting, alone.
And Ithaqua would send everyone to meet you there, himself included.
Antonio
Antonio had brought flowers for you, but it was Alva and Michiko waiting for him at your tea party spot in the gardens. They were his friends, but their expressions did not bode well for this visit.
“What’s happened?” he asks, without preamble. “Have they refused to see me?” In your previous match, one in which he was the Hunter, he had killed you. Quite brutally, in fact, though everyone knew by now that whatever happened in matches was not by his choice. It was the reason he’d gathered a bouquet for your meeting today. He wanted to beg forgiveness.
“I’m afraid it’s something else, friend,” Alva says. “Would you sit with us?” he gestures to a seat at the garden table. It’s your chair, the one with a little bow tied to the armrest.
“If it’s all the same, I think I’d rather stand. But if this is not in regards to my love, what is it?” He couldn’t shake the sick feeling in his stomach, despite the small reassurance that you weren’t ignoring him.
“I received some concerning news in my last match,” Michiko spoke. She finally met Antonio’s gaze, and he realized, finally, how exhausted she looked. Like she hadn’t slept in days. “It seems there’s been a change to the rules of the manor. Or perhaps…an exception.”
“Lady Michiko has been punished for nonparticipation,” Alva took over, having noticed Antonio’s focus. “She’s been plagued by night terrors for throwing her most recent match.”
“Why would you do such a thing? What change of rules could have compelled you to take such torture?” Antonio wonders aloud. He creeps closer to his friends, setting your flowers at your seat.
“The survivors were terrified they’d be dead for good if I killed them. They had…proof. I would not be the one to test the theory,” Michiko said. Antonio opened his mouth to question again, but Michiko’s stare cut him off. She gazed deep into his soul, or where it would be if he had one, and he understood. His throat suddenly felt as if there was a stone lodged in it. He fought against his stitched smile with all his might.
“They…?”
“They are gone, Antonio,” Alva said. “I am truly sorry.”
Antonio felt his thins legs quivering beneath him, and suddenly he was in your chair, having fallen into the seat Michiko slid underneath him. He touched the armrests, wishing your hands were there to hold instead. Alva placed a hand on his shoulder and offered a handkerchief with the other.
“You should get away from me,” Antonio told them. He felt his body slipping with his sanity. A dark hole was underfoot, opening to swallow his entire, grief-broken being. He didn’t think he could ever recover from this. His everything was gone, his life, his love, and now the light itself was being swallowed by a devil’s shadow. He knew Michiko was over his shoulder, ready with her knife.
“Let us worry about that, friend,” Alva said. “We’ll be here for you, one way or another.”
Maybe, Antonio thought, he’d get lucky in the coming struggle and be killed for good himself.
#idv x reader#identity v#fools gold x reader#antonio paganini x reader#ithaqua x reader#idv night watch#idv fool's gold#idv violinist#norton campbell x reader#if you squint
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NSFT Alphabet: Antonio Paganini
@turbulentscrawl screaming wonderwall with me
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Antonio massages the sorest parts of your body (wrists, arms, hips, legs), and would draw a bath for you both to enjoy (def the type to enjoy stay intimately close). If the devil was in charge though, you need to supply the emotional aftercare, yes you may have granted permission but it is taxing on Antonio. Would def cuddle after sex and likes the weight of you on top of him, again likes skin-on-skin contact.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His face especially his nose, has a beautiful profile and he knows it. Hands but like Frederick is a man of his time and would like your feet too.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Realistic he has none, his body is technically undead`` So yay no cleanup (sorry ppl who like creampies) but unrealistically I wish he had glowly cum hbfvhbbvbv (devil skin and crescent knight)
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He is an older man and like Luchino and Alva he pretty open with what he likes (he is this way with your wants too be open about it)
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
No virgin, there is no way this man didn’t get laid (ps though most of them was when he was drunk)
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes to be ridden
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Can match your energy with this so if you start giggling he will too (esp for those who are ticklish this is great!)
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Ngl prob a brush down there and you know it prob soft and you just touching it cuz wow it soft wtf
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
Again bounces from your energy
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Stress masturbate probably or the devil does it (sir go get your own body!)
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Foot fetish, bondage with his hair, spit in his mouth or he spit in your mouth, you pulling his hair
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Okay so if you are in-game with him, he might get frisky but not always but happens, has fucked in the music room (fuck off Frederick!), his or your bedroom
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Flirting can get him good, but so can deep conversations the type where you are genuinely trying to get to know him. There is something very intimate about that for a man whose whole life revolved around his talents and people being fake about their intentions with him. The deep connection gets him going and when you are expressing romantic intentions after awhile that gets him going.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Will say devil but he does not have a choice in that manner, it will come out and he hates it. It is complex and he fears one day hurting you-- The devil hurting you but again there is not much of a choice in this.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
This man, this man’s fucking nose, bye working legs.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depending on the mood he can be fast and rough or slow and sensual or between that or a damn tease; maestro just built like that
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Depends on the situation but not one for quickies (the devil is though)
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
Because of the Devil’s involvement, you need to expect risks. Whatever Antiono has, he expected to know he will be forced to share.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
He can go as long as you need him to go
T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Use them on him, no really use them on him. I think it important to show him he can be safe and in control while being the one submissive. Show him is safe while using these and constantly be with him
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
You both need to be unfair but not too much there needs to be an endgame
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Antiono can be vocal, and you might even try to be quiet just so you can enjoy how pretty his voice is
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Looks at that Devil that trying to get in your pants….
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
IT GOOD OKAY (it got bigger)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Antiono has the average sex drive but then you got the hellion that is always ready to go so…
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
He doesn’t actually need to sleep but he does relax with you enjoying the peace
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An Invitation to the Ball?
(I would like to extend my sincerest apologies for my frantic thoughts of late. I have been under a small amount of pressure lately, and it has been chewing on me with its gnashing of teeth. I owe you all an apology, and I am truly sorry for darkening my page by spiraling down the rabbit hole within the cesspools of my crisis of existentialism)
On a more uplifting note, I would like to play a little game with you.
"You have been invited to a regency era Masquerade Ball: your gown and garb has been dusted off, your hair styled beautifully, masquerade mask attached firmly to your face and you are being led by the hand to the dancefloor. The garden has been littered with tealights illuminating the marble floor. The stars scattered amongst the night sky with their dusted luminance: kissing your cheeks and chin while bouncing off your radiant formalwear."
"As the music swells, your eyes meet with the person in front of you. They look down at you with a coy smile, delighting in your presence as they lead you on the floor."
Who are you dancing with? What melody is serenading you as you linger within each other's arms? What style of movement?
@sordidmusings @writingmysanity @feral-artistry @sexc-snail @vespidphoenix @cinnbar-bun @since-im-already-here @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @bonedaddi3
This is truly a way of me helping myself out by releasing a little bit of pressure. My days seemed to slip away from me and now I find myself ill-prepared to serenade others with my skills as a musician at, you guessed it, a Bridgerton-Inspired ball.
I am currently putting together an instrumental playlist to accompany me as I do this solo. It would seriously spur me on to imagine all of my beautiful participants from around the world spin within the arms of their blorbos.
No rules, no boundaries. You can have the same blorbo as another participant. Can have the same style of dance! It can be from any fandom, any song you like: I am on the prowl for more accompaniment music on Spotify as I type. I have the playlist from the series already, but I would love to hear your thoughts on the matter.
This is going to be fun.
Here is a link to my performative playlist so far. Help me add to it with your suggestions. I will be playing for 3 hours (in costume) straight. By myself. Alone.
#one piece#opla#opla fic#x reader#one piece live action#bridgerton ball#musician on tumblr#violinist#help me out#give me inspo#fic inspo#fic writer
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`•- Rest Your Head
antonio paganini x gn reader
prompt: free space
warnings: physical touch, not proofread (yet), this is so rushed im sorry :,,)) might rewrite it later
a/n: i have literally been wanting to write for antonio for almost 2 months but i had so much requests to finish. i still have some requests but i wanna focus on the event and i am unbelievably happy that i finally get to write about him oml
"What are you doing out of bed?"
You jumped slightly as Antonio suddenly came up behind you, speaking softly as he places a warm blanket around your shoulders. He sighs quietly and hugs you from behind. "You're sick, you should be resting..."
You gently nudged him and shook your head, looking over at him with a slightly tired expression, though you try your best not to show it. You shrug. "I just wanted a snack."
He huffs and tightens his hold around you ever so slightly. "If you were hungry, you could've just told me, you know. I'll get something for you; You need to focus on getting enough rest. Let's get you back to bed." Carefully, he picks you up, carrying you back to your shared bedroom with ease. He gently sets you down on the soft mattress, covering you with the rest of the blankets in order to keep you warm and comfortable. He presses a light kiss to your forehead.
"Give me just a moment, I'll get some food for you. If there's anything else you need, let me know. You know I'd never hesitate if it means making you more comfortable." He exits the room for a few minutes before returning with a small tray of food. The aroma of fresh soup wafts into your nose as he carefully places the tray in front of you.
"I could've gotten it myself, you know... I just have a cold, it's nothing serious." You grumble, but you still pick up the spoon and begin eating the soup despite the complaints. He quietly sighs and sits down on a chair next to your bed with a small, worried frown. "You keep telling me that... I just want you to focus on resting, alright? I'll take care of everything for you. You need to focus on getting better." He places a hand on your forehead for a few moments, making sure you don't have a fever. When he feels nothing out of the ordinary, he gently pats your head and slowly returns his hand to his lap. "Just... Let me know if there's anything you need, alright? I want you to recover as quickly as possible."
"I know, I know. I just don't like being sick, is all..." You shrug as you swallow several more spoonfuls of soup. He flashes a small smile, chuckling quietly at your words. He shakes his head as he speaks in a gentle tone, "No one does, my dear, but if you just let me take care of you rather than being stubborn and getting out of bed every 25 minutes, then you'll start recovering faster. Now, rest up, alright? Let me handle everything else. I don't want you to remain ill for longer than you have to."
Playfully, you roll your eyes with a small grin, accepting your defeat. You scoop the last few spoonfuls of soup into your mouth, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before taking the empty bowl from you and moving to stand. "Fine, fine. I won't be stubborn and push myself, okay? You happy?" You banter a bit, and he nods and chuckles at your playfulness. As he walks to the door, he smiles as he flicks off the light. Just before he leaves, though, he whispers.
"Get some sleep now, darling, you need it if you don't want to be sick any longer. Rest your head, you deserve it."
a/n: im probably gonna refine this later but i just wanted to go ahead and get this out cuz im super behind on the event :,) i love antonio
thanks for reading, and remember to take care of yourself!
#`•- side hall in the archives: hurt/comfort#(not really hurt/comfort but im not about to make a seperate tag for sickfics okay. there wont be enough of them for a seperate tag alright)#`•- events in the archives: the philomena's propellente's countdown to valentines day#philomena's files#antonio paganini x reader#identity v x reader#idv x reader#fanfic#fanfic author#fanfiction#fanfiction author#x reader#identity v#idv#antonio paganini#identity v antonio#idv antonio#identity v violinist#idv violinist
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hello!! i absolutely love your writing and cant get enough of it!! the fics with jack is so cute ;;!! is it okay if i request norton, jack, michiko, joseph (or anyone else!!) with an energetic s/o being able to shrink like the explorer and it gives them a heart attack like “oh my god where are they—WHERE-“ “STOP DONT JUMP OFF THE SHELF-“ “ARE YOU INSANE I NEARLY STEPPED ON YOU-“
Fun-Sized Ball Of Energy Norton, Jack, Michiko, Joseph, and Antonio with an Energetic S/O
Genre: Fluff
𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋
often times, he finds it hard to keep up with your energy
luckily, you like it when you're smaller, and it's much easier to catch you when you're smaller
"Not another peep out of you" the prospector chided, covering your mouth with his finger. You squirmed in his hand, attempting to break free, earning an eye roll from your lover, he had enough of your energy for today—he wasn't going to chase you around again.
he's considered purchasing a tiny bed for you, along with more tiny furniture
one time, the hunter almost stepped on you, but before they could, he pulled them away
oh boy, you were in for a scolding
"Idiot!" Norton yelled out, forcing the hunter to collide with the church's walls. He vaulted over the open window, picking you up with one of his hands before running off to the open exit gate. Onyx eyes glared daggers into your tiny form as you tried getting away from his sight, burrowing into yourself.
STOP HIDING FROM HIM, HE JUST WANTS TO TALK
Your heartbeat raced, not because of the hunter, but because of your lover. You pressed your body up against the kitchen island, hoping that he wouldn't see you at all costs. An angry Norton was a scary Norton after all.
"(Name) come out! i'm not that mad anymore, probably" he hollers, a somewhat eerie smile plastered on his handsome face. He roamed the halls, entering the kitchen. Where were the others you ask? well, they all had a match, you simply had to hide until your boyfriend hopefully stopped.
he's asked miss nightingale to design costumes and clothes for your tiny form despite knowing that your clothes will shrink down with you in matches
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑
he thinks it's pretty interesting, a pain in matches though
he likes putting you in his breast pocket
Jack hummed, roaming the manor with a small smile. He steps outside, taking a seat in the garden on one of the many garden benches. The smell of earth soothes you, coaxing you into leaning into the soft material of his suit.
He brings out a book, flipping it to where his bookmark was fixed at. Your arms hang outside his pocket, reading along with him and listening to his hushed voice. He truly was an excellent narrator.
please stop climbing up shelves or walls without him watching over you
"Dear!" the hunter exclaimed, visibly alarmed. You had almost fallen off the shelf you were climbing up. A small pout graced your face as he told you off, "I promise to not climb anything without you around, can I go now?" you whined, nearly laughing when he lets out an exasperated sigh at your antics.
he tends to caress you as if you're a little doll, you sure are as fragile as one
he likes dressing you in doll's clothes
"These types of clothes suit you" he crooned, smoothing over the fabric of the tiny apparel. He picked you up gently, placing you in front of his vanity mirror. You stared in awe—you truly did look like a tiny doll. "I look pretty" you whispered to yourself, bashfully twirling around in a small circle. Jack chuckled softly, "You always do darling" he spoke, smiling down at you.
you're so small he's actually afraid of accidentally crushing you
he asks you to be his muse often, your small size adds a touch of surrealism to his paintings after all (i'm well aware that surrealism began in the 20th century and that the ripper is from the 19th), roses held nothing against your beauty.
𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀
she thinks you're even more adorable when you're tiny
she often worries about the chance of you getting hurt when you're shrunken down, so you tried lessening your tiny adventures
"Please be more careful about roaming about while not being your normal size, you could have gotten seriously injured" she spoke, sounding very disappointed and worried. You couldn't bear to look at her, not when she already sounded so upset.
Noticing your downcast gaze, she approached you, embracing your smaller form. "Don't be upset, I only worry because I care about you deeply" she soothes, rubbing your back gently.
you remind her of a cute little porcelain doll
she enjoys crafting clothes for you: regular sized or doll sized
Michiko appears to be engrossed in her sewing—making sure to pay a great deal of attention to every detail on the miniature clothing. Various types of fabric surround her, along with mini and regular sized tailor's mannequins.
she has a small chair for you that's always on her coffee table for when you and her have tea parties
"It seems that it's taking you a while to finish your cookie, would you like me to make it smaller?" she inquired with a teasing smile. You shook your head vigorously, turning away from her while still munching on the large cookie in your lap.
you like playing hide and seek with her in her room
𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒
you are going to be the death of him
the amount of heart attacks this man experiences within a day is outstandingly concerning
"Honey! catch me!" you shouted from above the staircase. Joseph looks above him, onyx eyes widening upon landing on your figure. Just as you jump off, he rushes to catch you, making sure to not scratch you with his long nails. "Ne refais plus jamais ça mon amour!" he scolded, holding you to his chest. Inky tears trickled down his cracked porcelain-like cheeks as he pressed a small kiss to your small head. That was the moment you vowed to no longer put yourself in any kind of danger.. outside of games of course.
you are cute but troublesome.
STOP HIDING IN HIS POCKETS, YOU MIGHT GET HURT
Joseph chaired the gravekeeper, the last survivor before getting sent back to the manor. Whilst walking down the halls and towards his quarters, he hears a soft yet familiar giggle coming from inside the inner pocket of his coat. He pauses, placing a hand on his temple and closing his eyes in preparation for the upcoming headache.
Using his other hand, he gently fishes out your figure from his pocket. You wave at him, kissing his hand with a sweet smile. Good god, how was he going to get mad at you if you were this unbearably adorable.
you have taken a liking to hiding in cookie jars
The photographer reaches for the cookie jar in his bedroom, opening it to be greeted by the sight of you nibbling on one of the cookies. "My, and what is this delectable treat doing amongst these common pastries~" he teases, picking you up with a smirk. You freeze up, avoiding his gaze. A deep and rich chuckle was drawn from his lips as he closed the distance between you and his face,"Why don't I give you a taste then?" he whispered.
tiny doll's clothes—not including your normal clothing—fills up the drawer of his bedside table
he likes taking pictures of you, he always brings a camera with him in order to document your tiny adventures: walking through the garden's flowers and even on the kitchen cupboards, you can have an adventure everywhere if you're tiny!
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓
antonio is amused by your ability to shrink, seeing as he literally examined you from head to toe the first time he witnessed it... he deadass held you in front of his face by your ankle.
he adores you both ways
he babies you when you're shrunken down, treating you as if you were made out of porcelain
"Name! darling! don't lift anything larger than you in that form, you'd likely injure yourself!" Antonio berated, lifting up the teapot, peeling away your tiny limbs from the ceramic. His chucked the crockery behind his head, cradling you in his hand. You blinked owlishly upon hearing the porcelain shatter, opting to instead lean into his touch.
he lets you sit on his head when you're in your smaller form. it sure is nice to have a tall lover, unless you have a fear of heights
he gets you a tiny violin it's just a violin that was shrunken down mysteriously
"'TONIOOO! is this for me?" the survivor questions, shooting an expectant starry-eyed look towards the hunter. The violinist nods, lifting the tiny survivor up to his face using one of his hands. "You seemed rather interested in one and since you're often in your smaller state, I decided to get one appropriate for your size—of course, it can grow to back to it's regular size" he spoke in a hushed tone, not wanting to be too loud because of your close proximity. You squealed happily, hugging his face. "Thanks Toni" you whispered, kissing his cheek.
he accompanies you on your tiny adventure, playing music so it seems like you're in your very own show. he actually enjoys listening or even joining you in your monologues
"As the brave adventurer wanders through the gigantic forest," you monologue, weaving through the tall grass. Antonio played a piece suited for adventure, adding more drama than necessary; his playing was more gentle—telltale sign that it was you he was playing for. A soft smile branded his face as he watched you pretend.
"But alas, the adventurer had to stop midway, for their beloved waited patiently for them to come home from their journey" Antonio butted in, gesturing towards the food spread out on the picnic blanket. They gasped mutely, growing to their regular size before lacing their arms with their lover. "Let's take a break, adventuring can be done later—after we eat!" they beam, causing the violinist to chuckle, amused by their quick change.
of course, you guys don't get back into adventuring after since you both end up taking a nap. always
when you sleep next to him in his bed in your tiny form, he swaddles you in his hair so you don't fall off the bed
you aren't able to wander off this with man, his hair is wrapped around you at all times as long as it's outside matches
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Who wants a spicy '68 Special era fic this week?? 🌶🌶🌶
Hiiiii, my babies! I hope everyone is making it through the week okay and staying well! 💗 My "Professional Violinist Reader meets '68 Special Era Elvis during rehearsals" request/prompt I've been working on for a loooong time will be up for early access on my Patreon tomorrow, if you are so inclined and need it a little earlier for reasons. 🥵 I know it's been a minute since I've given you something really smutty, and lawdy, it's comin'--in more ways than one! 😏
(It'll be up here on the weekend! 💕)
Here's some era inspo to get you warmed up... 💋🔥
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thinking about bass guitarist!xiao struggling to put his feelings for you into words, so he writes songs instead…
they’re not glaringly obvious love songs, but read between the lines and it’s not hard to see what (and who) he’s talking about.
after finishing one he’s been working on for a while, he asks, slightly awkwardly, whether you’d like to listen to it. it’s basically how he confesses.
i’m imagining his singing voice, too… i think it’d be quite soft, but with some huskiness underneath it, and very soothing on the ears.
#xiao#xiao x reader#random musician su thoughts again haha#i need to return to flutist!cyno and violinist!albedo at some point…#genshin impact x reader
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hello hi umm id like to try requesting a thingyy
could you so kindly write hcs with a gn reader (gender is no more,i ate it) with luchino/antonio/wu chang having a s/o that is absolutely weak before physical affection? we talking putting a hand on their head turns them happy jello already
Touch starved
Character(s): Luchino, Antonio, Wu Chang
Content: touch starved reader receiving minimal amount of affection
Luchino
Luchino finds out about your weakness for physical affection because he gives you an affectionate pat on the head
He looks at your "head empty no thoughts" expression and realises that he just learned a lot about you
At first he's still a bit hesitant to really touch you, mostly because of your physical differences
Not only is he much bigger than you, but he is also kinda scaly, so theoretically not the best to cuddle with
youdisagree.exe
the less he feels inclined to initiate physical contact, the more strongly you react when he does so in the end he just caves
Congratulations, you morph into the same being after that. You are always, always around each other
That couple in high school that was always making out in the hallways? That's you. Congratulations.
He feels insanely protective of you whenever you are curled up again him
You trust him so much and he will never let anyone or anything harm you
He's touch starved too but he doesn't know it. He just knows you make him insanely happy
Antonio
Antonio isn't used to touch
He's in his own world most of the time and it's hard to get into that space
Honestly, it's easier to list all the times when you can't ask him for cuddles.
Don't disturb him when he's playing, practising, writing, or when he looks like he's thinking about it
Do, by all means, get your needed amount of affection at any other point in time
Antonio isn't the type to initiate contact, even once he realised you respond very positively to it
It's not that he dislikes it, he just doesn't quite know what to do, how to do it
Your incredibly strong response to is encouraging on one hand, but also scary on the other, because what if he doesn't do it right and then you're no longer happy?
you might have to be the one to initiate just about everything with this man
He will happily let you, but he just doesn't really know what to do with himself. He is simply there.
Wu Chang
or Bi'an and Wujiu a big part is that they are also touch starved.
I don't know if this is a popular opinion but you deadass cannot date these two separately it's always going to be a poly relationship I'm sorry
Anyway, they're both trapped in the same body but can never coexist
So they're thrilled you enjoy touch and affection so much because who else are they going to give all their love to otherwise?
they go about it differently though.
Bi'an realises that you're incredibly receptive to physical touch through a small gesture like a hand on your shoulder. But will keep it at small gestures. Holding hands, short hugs, light kisses to your cheek and forehead (only in private though, god forbid anyone is watching), a hand on your shoulder or an arm around your waist
Wujiu on the other hand? His affection is intense and sudden. You could be doing literally anything than watch him come up to you to pull you into the tightest hug you have ever received in your life. Watch him stay like that for several minutes (unironically) before he lets go again and just leaves to go, god knows where
a bit weird but they definitely have a thought of feeling each other's touch through you. Like an indirect kiss kind of vibe. "If I hug them after you've hugged them then it will be like you hugged me too"
they're ancient and incredibly sad just let them have that. at the end of the day it just means more affection for you
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I hope your request aren’t too packed but may I perhaps request Antonio with a reader who’s somewhat reserved like not in any bad way they just tend to keep to themselves a bit whether that be during activities or just with physical touch.
Haha, my requests are quite packed recently, so sorry for the wait.
Antonio x reserved reader
Warnings: none
He’s a bit of an ambivert, so he understands when you don’t want to talk to people, but will also challenge you to talk a bit more and for you to put yourself out there, as he doesn’t think being alone all the time is good for you. However, when he sees that you’re perfectly fine keeping you to yourself, he won’t push you as much.
‘Want to come outside with me and enjoy the air? Mary is having her tea party now, if you want to join. Or not. We could steal some cakes without contributing to the conversation - you know, I always think of tea parties to be rather bland, with nothing to talk about.’
He is still a gentleman, and will ask you if you’re alright with touching, and is chill if you’re not alright with not intimate forms of touch, and is happy to take it slow. Sure, there is a part of him that wants to wrap you up in his hair and smother you in kisses, but he will hold back, just for you.
‘Hey, tesoro, how are you feeling? Could I give you a hug? Aww, thank you. You’re so lovely and warm.’
Instead of expressing his affections through physical touch, he might write a few amateur poems and give you small gifts, such as matching necklaces or perhaps, if you’re into it, matching tattoos. While he can’t put an arm around your shoulders to tell everyone you’re his, he’ll make sure they know you’re taken.
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OBSERVER'S NOTE:
“ Considering the matters of requests and my interests going a bit nowhere, I decided to indulge myself for a little and write something of note. May this be interesting enough for those that see it, and if anyone is going through a tough time... I hope this fic would bring you comfort like it did to me. ”
Melodies of Resonance
The match was peaceful when the Violinist wanted to take things easy, mostly when he's up against a team that he himself didn't feel like bothering with, or if he knew one of the survivors that they're going through a rough time. Perhaps it was instinct for him, considering he's always tried to consider the needs of others in case they feel the same as he does.
Albeit the devil that controlled him disagreed with his choices, he cannot lie when he saw the joy of others. Antonio, even back then, always saw how it feels to witness the many smiles of his performance. It was one thing he's said that he enjoyed seeing— for if he sees a smile from the people he's performing, he was satisfied with it.
Be it a child, an adult, or even just an elder— Antonio always enjoyed seeing the people he's performing to become happier. He may be possessed and used as a tool by the devil, but who was he to judge?
And so, just like any other, he decided to spare the survivors in the match. It was Leo's Memory, and he had just the right song befitting of the occasion. Perhaps it would be a treat for them after weeks of matches and losses?
Convincing the survivors that he wouldn't hurt them wasn't that difficult. For many, Antonio is well known to be the few that act more friendlier than others in matches— often disregarding his win rate to hang out with survivors and play music. He may have a demon that controlled him, but said demon became more pliant after a deal or two; that they knew best.
And considering one of the survivors on the team aren't doing so well, it made it easier to realize that he was just taking it easy and sparing them if only they'd listen to him perform.
Going to the Christmas tree near the shack exit gate, the survivors were all sitting by to watch him perform. Tuning the last string of his violin, he began to play a song that they have forgotten for years ago—
—if they haven't heard him perform it first.
The song was melodic but fit the theme, and they swayed their bodies to it. Some even hummed alongside him, making him smile as he continued to perform.
Then, he heard it— the fine tuning of metal, joining the soft notes of the violin.
Frederick seem to have picked up on the song and continued on with him, each ringing of metal supporting the melody and making it sound more and more alive. Antonio hated going against him for he runs quickly with his tuning fork, but in matches like these, he enjoyed listening to him.
More and more survivors began to join in their own way— some with clapping, others with vocalization. Antonio didn't ask them to perform alongside him, but he felt happiness in his body to see them enjoy the song and think it is better to join along.
Leo's Memory is a lonely map, one filled with bitter nights of cold and other filled with dread to those that see it. Save from the eerie chime of the Christmas music, no one knows why it was made.
But as survivors came along to listen and play, to sing and dance, to listen to various hunters like him perform— Antonio felt that, perhaps, the map felt a little warmer.
Nothing beats the cold than a little warmth, after all. And he's sure to have found it since that day, where he saw the only survivor not joining— the one he wished to brighten up their day—
—smile at the others and him, one that is full of warmth that made him think it was all worth it.
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Hi!! I was wondering if you could do another part to the violinist?? I really loved it!!
Hi lovely! Absolutely! I hope you guys all enjoy part 2 :)
The Violinist: Pt 2
Requested: yes :))
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader ???
Warnings: none
Some information/things I made up for the story so don’t be too harsh :)
(I suggest playing this to hear what the reader was playing to be more immersive :))
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Benedict
The Delaney House was a well known home for artists. It was owned by a wealthy contributor to the Royal Academy of The Arts. This house in particular was not residential, however. No, this house was more of a center of the arts within London.
It was open to all people of all status and from all sorts of lives. Men, Women, rich, poorer. Everyone who loved the arts were welcome. There were singers, painters, actors musicians.
There was singing rooms for people like Siena Roso practiced singing sometimes—or to show off that voice of hers. Or similarly, there were large acting rooms where groups of actors or inspiring actors would gather and practice together.
There were music rooms, private and group ones. These held chairs and music stands for those who would bring their own instruments, in the larger rooms pianos were available.
Then there were painting rooms. Small and large alike for group paintings, or more private rooms. This is where Benedict always went to when he could.
This House was an escape for him, to blend and mingle with like minded people to find inspiration. To get honest feedback about his work instead of his family constantly praising him just because. There he had gotten feedback about his work before, genuine feedback about what he could do instead, ways to improve it all.
It was his escape from the pressures of society, where he had seen such talent from people who had to work for each meal every day. Fantastic work from pig farmers, but hey cannot do much since it is not affordable to be an artist when it does not pay well from lower statuses.
The the beauty of it was that, at the Delaney House, you can. Or at least have an escape where people only cared about your abilities and talent; not how rich your family was.
So there was a sense of relief to know no one would see the second eldest Bridgerton and treat him any differently.
It was a Sunday morning when Benedict had decided to visit the Delaney House, his family usually would not question when he would slip out of the house for a few hours.
He entered the front doors and made his way down the long corridor that led to other halls and wings of the building, like a spiderweb of artists. It was early so there were not entirely a lot of people there, though to the ones he had seen he gave a polite nod of his head.
Benedict was making his way towards his usual painting room when he heard something that made him stop in his tracts. It was some sort of violin music? It was not like any formal performance he had attended. The quick sharp, perfect notes filled the hallway to the right, and drifted presently to his ears.
It was never odd for a violinist os such to be here either, though for some reason this music intrigued him. So he took a little detour and followed the sound of the music. He walked further down the hall until he stopped outside one of the smaller practice rooms where the door was just slightly ajar.
Benedict peaked inside and a grin grew on his face as he just recognized the person playing. It was a young woman, in her twenties. As the mysterious player slowly turned, her face was exposed and he realized he had recognized the young women. It was the young woman who he had seen Elouise talking before his family’s Ball just a week or so ago.
It was the young violinist that had instructed himself and his brothers. For some reason, knowing that she had attended the same artistic building as him made his chest swell. It was like a little secret place, that only they knew about. It also told him that she was passionate about her music.
Benedict watched as her fingers moved carefully against the strings to make an array of beautiful notes that was so different that was usually played.
As she came to the finish of the song, Benedict couldn’t help but open the door a bit and speak up.
“Forgive me for interrupting, Miss. But I heard you playing and your melody is truly enchanting,” he praised the stranger, smirking as he watched the girl jump, clearly all lost in the music she created; Benedict knew how that was.
Y/N jumped, quickly turning towards the voice that had startled the silence that filled the room once she had finished playin the song.
“Mr. Bridgerton! You frightened me, I had not heard you approach.” She said as she caught her breath, carefully placing her bow and violin in her case for a moment. Though while she turned to place her instrument down, it gave her a moment to collect herself from his compliments. “And thank you, that is incredibly kind of you to say,” Y/N said before returning her attention back to the second eldest Bridgerton.
Benedict gave her a look, “you know the rules here Miss. Formalities are barred at the doorway to this building,” he playfully teased her, leaning against the door way.
Y/N then raised an eyebrow, “then why do you?” She questioned
Benedict let out a laugh, “Because I am yet to properly know your name,” he hummed, watching as the realization grew over the girl.
Growing ever more flustered she cleared her throat, “Oh forgive me. Y/N Lyndon. A pleasure to…properly meet you,” she said with an added chuckle.
Benedict smirked and bowed his head, “An absolute pleasure Y/N.” He said rather boldly. Y/N. Y/N. It was a beautiful name. The painter only worried if it would ever leave his mind.
“Of course,” Y/N said as she gathered her sheet music placing it away in her bag that held a bunch of other sorts of music. “I am to assume you come here often? I am not surprised with he word of how good you are with your drawings and paints. I think I am just surprised I had yet to see you here before today,” she commented.
Benedict adored the rather casual conversation. It was like a silent agreement that within the walls of the Delaney House that there would be no formalities regardless of who you were. It allowed everyone to be almost on an even playing field.
“Yes I don’t usually come Sundays, often I attend during the week, usually later in the days.” He explained.
Y/N nodded as she closed the case to hr things. “I suppose that makes sense. I am only here Sunday mornings. It is the only time I am free to practice what I wish,” she said with a smile.
Benedict hummed and nodded, “I see. Perhaps I will have to start attending Sunday mornings then,” he said with a grin.
“if that is the case, Benedict, you must come rather early. I come when the sun comes up in the sky. Because…” she glanced to the clock that was handing in the corner. “I must be returning home within the hour.” She said, and she could see Benedict’s grin slowly grow into almost a pout.
“Oh truly? You cannot stay just a little bit longer?” He asked, almost like when a child wishes that their mother would allow them to stay up late.
“Unfortunately not this time. I have family visiting from the country and I have to go get ready. Though perhaps next week you can find me at the Featherington’s Ball on Friday. Or early next Sunday,” she said as she passed him in the doorway, a smirk on her face as she playfully brush against the taller man.
Benedict small pout grew into a smirk at her playfulness and almost minx like behavior. He turned and watched her. “Oh truly you can bet that I shall.” He said. Y/N laughed a bit and gave him a wave over her shoulder before walking down the hallway.
Benedict watched, almost enchanted by ht violinist as she made her way down the hallway and around the corner until she was completely out of sight. Benedict never imagined himself with another artist. But then again, he never knew a violinist could be so enchanting. He knew he would be looking forward to the upcoming ball next week, and he knew exactly who to look for.
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Hot as Sin pt. 3
;) As always, spice below the cut, and minors dni with this post. There is an extra note at the beginning of Demi's entry, as she is the first female character I've written full smut with.
Demi
Note: Part of the reason I've put off writing smut for the fem characters is that it's much harder to keep the reader gender neutral. That is, everyone has at least one hole...but not everyone has something to fill a hole with. But I've decided to go ahead anyway and simply use "cock/dick" for the reader, and just ask you to suspend your disbelief. If you don't have those parts, please just take those words to be a swap of "strap" which imo isn't a very sexy word anyway.... Thanks!
Warnings: alcohol consumption
You know she’s a little buzzed, but it hardly shows. Demi’s such a laid back and good-spirited lady that her current posture doesn’t seem all that odd; leaned back on top of you, rocking her hips up and down with a blissed-out look on her face. Maybe she was drunk off your cock moreso than the liquor. She opens one eye to look back at you, and a teasing little smirk crosses her painted lips.
“Paint a picture of me, sweetie, it’ll last longer,” she coos.
“I think I’ll just paint on you,” you tease back, grunting when she presses down and grinds against you as ‘punishment.’
“Come on,” she says. Her words come between cute little huffs of effort. “You might as well help me out while you enjoy the show. Touch me some more.” She massages one of her full breasts to make a point, rolling a nipple between her fingers and biting her plump lip. You’d almost rather make her beg, but you can tell she’s already close by how her legs quiver and her rhythm falters. And who could deny this beauty?
Your hands slide up her body, pressing into the plush of her stomach before finding her other breast and her clit respectively. She gives you a wonderful giggle-moan when your fingers circle both of the nubs, and promptly comes crashing down with a clenching, shivering bliss.
“Good girl,” you sigh at her when she relaxes again. She doesn’t stop your moving hands, so you keep rubbing her, massaging her while she leans over to the bedside table and scoops up her glass of wine. She downs the last mouthful, swallows half, and then captures your face in her dainty hands and gives you a wine-wet tongue kiss that just about boils your mind to numbness.
“I am a good girl,” she says when she pulls away, panting. “Now why don’t you be good too and do the work this time?” Her hands encircle your neck, and suddenly she throws herself backwards onto the mattress, dragging you with her. Though you would have thought it impossible, Demi looks even better like this: tipsy, sweaty, and well-fucked beneath you. Just not quite well-fucked enough, evidently, if her pulling her own legs up into a mating press was anything to go by.
“Sure,” you say, lacing your fingers over where hers rest against her thighs and pushing her further into the mattress. “I think I can do that.”
Antonio
Warnings: size difference, sappy shit, devil possession at the end
Ever the songbird, Antonio sighs sweetly into the rhythm of your hips.
“You feel so good, darling,” he whispers, grinning softer than normal down at you. “Sweet, supple thing you are.” Loving praise falls from his lips in that entrancing hum of his. His large hands caress your curves, running the length of your back, thighs, the swell of your ass. He’s considerably larger than you, like most of the hunters, but so unbearably gentle. He sinks a little further into his chair, melting from the heat of your body because you’ve managed to fit a little more of his cock inside you.
You’re weak, sweaty, and the work has only barely begun. The stretch his cock gives you is as exhausting as it is exhilarating and you can’t guess how much longer you’ll last. You brace one hand on his forearm and the other on his chest, fingers idly tracing the stitched seams there to distract you from the burning stimulation.
“You’re shaking, petal. Do you need some help?” Antonio asks reverently. You shake your head, desperate to do this yourself, to let him relax, but you only manage three quicker hops on his lap before you’re gasping for air. Antonio chuckles and slowly hugs you to his cold chest. “No need for such pride, my love, I can take over for a bit.”
When you finally relax into his shoulder, his hands grab your hips, soft but firm. He effortlessly moves you up, down, around in a tantalizing circle on his cock, then all over again to a steady rhythm. It’s a slow process; Antonio is in no rush at all, enjoying the harmonization of your hums and moans, the warmth and give of your overheated body against his hard, cold one. His lips dance all around your head, kissing you, whispering sweet nothings to you. You don’t know how long it takes for you to find the edge into pleasure’s abyss, but you’re hanging over it when Antonio suddenly lurches to a stop.
“My dear,” he warns, and lifts you entirely off of him. “I know this is a bad time, but I’m feeling myself slip.” Even in your fog, you know he’s not warning you about an impending orgasm.
“Do you want me to leave?” You ask. It doesn’t matter though, you think, because tendrils of his hair are already coiling around your waist, replacing his drooping hands. “I’m not afraid.”
“I’m glad to hear that…but I think you’re going to be a lot more haggard tomorrow than you bargained for,” he says, grin growing wide and stiff. You’d almost call it malicious, if you didn’t already know that lust was perfectly fine for the devil to feed on, instead of violence. Proving your point, Antonio’s living hair forces you down onto the full length of his cock and leaves you next to no time to adjust.
With your last spare moments before he wrecks you, you kiss his chin and whisper, “I guess we both like a good gamble.”
Orpheus
Warnings: “knife play” adjacence, forced positivity??? idk
The golden tip of Orpheus’s quill was sharp on the spank-tender flesh of your ass. Not quite sharp enough to break skin, mind you, but certainly enough to leave angry red lines under the ink he was putting down. His hips rutted slowly against you, keeping his thrusts shallow and unsatisfying.
“Voluptuous,” Orpheus drawls behind you. He writes the word out in slow, intentioned cursive. Then he returns the quill to its nearby inkwell for a moment, running his free hand tauntingly slow up your spine. “Now your turn. How else would you describe yourself? Try for something eloquent.”
Your face is pressed into one of his luxurious pillows, fingers clutching his sheets in a death grip. All your focus is put into not fucking yourself back on Orpheus’s cock—you can’t think of any words besides his name, let alone something ‘eloquent’. He huffs out a not-laugh in response to the drawn-out groan you give him.
“Come now—” god, you wished you could— “you can do better than that. Just two more rounds and I’ll wreck you like you want.” You know he’s good for his word, at least. There is a very real finish line at the end of this particular game.
“Huuuhhh,” you moan in thought. “C-cute.” Orpheus suddenly delivers a harsh slap to your ass, and you’re sure it’s smeared some of the sprawling ink. He sighs disapprovingly.
“You can do better than that, dear. It’s like you’re not even trying. Do you want me to fuck the daylights out of you or not?” He grinds himself further into you, but still refuses any other stimulation. “Try again. Be generous, describe yourself highly.”
You wrack your brain for what you’ve read of Orpheus’s work, straining for moments where he narrated a love interest or a lovers’ tryst, how he spoke of the people in those intimate moments. But everything is blurred by lust now and thinking of those scenes only makes you more desperate for him, for the powerful, alluring writer—
“Alluring!” you gasp into the pillow.
“That’s perfect,” Orpheus praises. That gentle hand on your spine slides up, up, and grabs the back of your neck in a vice. He pushes you down with sudden ferocity and fucks you hard 1-2-3-4-5 delicious times, and then relaxes again. You choke and whine from the rough preview as he picks up the quill and writes that word in the very middle of your back. “You’re almost there, I need one more.”
“Irresistable.” That one comes easy, now that you’re just describing him. Orpheus tosses the quill over his shoulder, and grabs your hips with a growl that sends electric shocks of arousal to all your most sensitive places.
“Yes. You. Are.”
Ganji
Warnings: just a bit of dirty talk
He didn’t entirely know what he was doing, and it showed. But damn was his flushed face cute.
Ganji had wanted to wait a bit to be intimate. Inexperience, insecurities, shyness and all that. But something about the last match had really gotten him wound up and he’d looked just about ready to get on his hands and knees when he asked you to come back to his room for some ‘alone time.’ You didn’t make him beg, but this was pretty good compensation anyway, getting to ride him to exhaustion while he moans like he’s in heat.
He clutches at you a bit, blunt nails biting into the meat of your thighs, but he makes no efforts to stop or slow you. He just takes it, takes it, takes it. He takes everything you give him and holds none of his enjoyment back. He’s desperate for you, and unsatisfiable.
“Take this off,” you say, flicking the fabric of his baggy shirt, not stopping. In the rush and excitement, neither of you took much clothing off before you made it to his bed. He does as you say, holding eye contact the entire time.
“I like that expression you have,” he says after pulling his shirt over his head with one arm. You could say the same to him, you think. His eyes are intense, mouth open slightly while he pants, lips wet. You move your hands from where they were braced on the headboard, to his now-exposed torso, and run your fingers all along his toned muscles. He hums approvingly and returns the favor by sliding his hands under your shirt to push it off. “Do you like it…? Do you like how I feel?”
He's playing coy, you know, digging for more praise. But fuck is it hot in his voice. You pause only long enough for him to take your top off. Once it’s gone, he leans hesitantly closer and licks your chest. Whatever you taste like, Ganji seems to like it. His mouth latches to your collarbone the next second, sucking and biting your skin while his hands grab your waist and help your tired legs keep bouncing on his cock.
“Be a little louder for me,” you sigh, “and I’ll tell you all about how much I like you.”
Ganji doesn’t hesitate to provide. He releases the hickey he was working on in favor of singing his praises, moaning and whining and whimpering without shame. Clearly, he doesn’t care about being heard by his neighbors or passersby. He shifts a bit beneath you, and you only realize he’s braced his legs when he starts thrusting up to meet you.
“You feel so good, baby,” you coo. His eyes lock to yours again, drinking up your expression and any sweet words that fall from your lips. “You’re so sexy…You feel so good inside me, I want you to fill me up. I wanna come on your cock, honey.” Ganji’s face twists with mounting pleasure as you talk to him. He moans for you to stop, to give him a moment, but you don’t and suddenly he’s sucking air through his bared teeth and seizing up beneath you. He scrambles to make you finish with him, fumbling, stroking with one hand and bracing you for his upward thrusts with the other. And his desperation is so hot that it works. “That’s it, that’s it!”
You’re still coming down from the high when Ganji flips you both over, placing himself on top of you on his bed. His lips find your cheek, sweet and soft.
“Can you take a little more?”
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Comfort fic i wrote awhile ago (and need it rn ;w;) inspired by a convo w a friend in the server awhile back
Rated T | Warning: reader is a perfectionist and depression, anxiety, lack of sleep
“You need to sleep,” The maestro standing above you as he has literally dragged you from the study where you were starting to make small mistakes in your practice, he gave you a cut-off time and left to go get the wine he ordered for tomorrow after your performance but when he returned he found barely able to stand up straight and you making novice level mistakes.
“I need to get the last part right, something is missing!” You have been close to him like this before, both intimately, and just because you are rooming together so you are not blushing and shy, you are annoyed he stopped you! He leans over enough to hold himself up with one arm against the wall and his legs between yours giving you no room to escape him. “Please, maestro, I’m going to fail you.”
You must be delirious from lack of sleep these days, so focus on perfection and admit to not wanting to disappoint him. He is not your father, nor that joke of an instructor. No, he is your friend and maestro, currently, he is putting his weight on top of holding you close.
“Antonio!” Struggling, more like a baby fighting to sleep, before you give up and lay there, “Antonio.” His warmth and weight are soothing even though you want to go back to trying to fix your mistakes… You are so tired.
He hums a tune, one of the songs you first heard him play when he was drunk playing on the streets.
Paganini turns his body with you to have you both on your side, his nimble fingers rubbing your neck and back to ease the tension until you are completely relaxed.
The performance is beautiful, as to be expected as one trained by Antiono Paganini says your mother.
You say nothing, you only smile and give small replies to small conversations. The after party is making you nauseous and Antiono is talking to your mother.
You hide outside the rented space in the gardens, you need to breathe and your hand touches the cold water in the water fountain in the middle of the garden.
The music is distant, a buzz that lingers but far enough to settle yourself.
You sit on the edge of the fountain looking at the ground, touching your wetting hand, then shoes come to your view.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Antonio is there with a small plate with a slice of German chocolate cake he snuck out here for you.
“I messed up the ending of the solo.”
“You did fine, (Name).
You take the small dish but do not eat right away, “Only fine.”
“Experience will teach you more as you perform.” The violinist moves and sits beside you, “You have been hard on yourself as of late.”
“You aren't hard enough on me, maestro!” Upset, “That was embarrassing! I embarrassed you…” Yelling at him as you drop the plate as you turn your body toward him and grab him by his shoulders. “I have to be perfect. Like you. Like father—” Head down as you start tearing up, “I'm sorry, Antonio.” Pulling your hands away regretting the outburst.
The Violinist pulls you into his arms, squeezing you in his embrace, you make a sound of surprise before breaking down.
The party goes on, it was never really for you but for your mother to claim she supports you unlike your father. A way to gain favor with a rising star.
The royal orchestra sent you a letter inviting you to join them… You are nervous, Antonio seemed uneasy as he had been the one to read you the letter.
“You are a great violinist, (Name). A great musician in fact.” As you play other instruments in an attempt to be an all-rounder in the field of music. “I can tell you this but you have to believe in yourself as well.”
You nod in his chest, “Antonio,” Taking a deep breath, “Can we go home?”
“Of course, alunno.” The violinist lets go of you as you gather yourself and take a deep breath and fan your heated face.
“Thank you, maestro. For everything.”
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I am here to un-desolate your requests-
Maybe blind Hunter S/O with Luchino and Antonio? But, like, they have strengthened senses to compensate it?
That's okay if you decline! I don't like making people uncomfortable, so feel free to decline! I understand
Bye, and have a good day/evening!
Hello there! Thank you for making the barren wastelands of my inbox a little less bare. I'm glad you do your request, since you didn't specify if you wanted hunter or survivor Luchino i went with hunter cause Antonio was also in the request. Hope you have a nice day!
Luchino and Antonio with a blind hunter S/O
Warnings: Possible ooc
Story type: Fluff
Pairings/Characters: Antonio Paganini, Luchino Diruse.
(it's a little sloppy due to me being tired but still hope you enjoy!)
Antonio
In a way Antonio feels you two are similar and that's what drew you two to one another at the start. He can't use his hands due to their limpness, you can't use your eyes to see. Though they happened from completely different circumstances and and you may have been born blind, he still feels a strange connection to you through it.
Music is something that's very important too Antonio and the fact you're most likely able to both heard and feel the soundwaves of music excites him. You'll be able to both hear and feel the true melody and potential of his playing.
Whenever it's open Antonio absolutely adores doing duo hunters with you, though it's annoying with all the flaregun stuns and all it usually ends up being fun for the both of you. Plus he enjoys hunting down survivors with his beloved.
Though sometimes he gets the urges too, Antonio isn't one of those partners that holds your hand through everything and helps you do every simple task because he has faith in you and your stronger senses, knowing your capable of doing most things by yourself. Though if you aren't unable to preform certain tasks he'll be right by your side to help.
Sometimes he'll toy with your enhanced senses by randomly trailing his long hair places along your body, chuckling after you react to it.
Luchino
Before and still after becoming a couple Luchino is incredibly curious of your abilities and enhanced senses. How far away can you hear somebody? how much stronger is your sense of touch compared to the regular human? And so on with questions. He'd be grateful if you let him test these things but would never force them upon you.
Whenever you visit Luchinos lab he reminds you to be careful, he doesn't want you to accidentally knock down a test tube full of dangerous chemicals or accidentally free a lizard he was studying.
I feel like Luchino is one of the hunters that like duo hunters the least, he likes depending on his abilities only and not having to deal with 8 survivors. But doing it with you isn't so bad and sometimes it's kinda fun, so if you wanna drag your lizard boyfriend into it go for it.
Like Antonio, Luchino isn't one of those partners to be by your side 24/7 to help you out if you need help with things you can't do. Mostly cause he knows you're capable of doing most things by yourself, but if you do need help he'll be glad to help you.
Most of your pastimes with him involve him rambling on about his research to you as you relax in his arms. Luchino happily holding you in his arms as his tail coils around your leg.
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request: not a request, i just wanted to write some antonio lovin’ and this may also count as an apology fic for the inactivity.... <3 -mod orpheus
pairing: [antonio paganini] the violinist/gn!survivor!reader
warnings: none
antonio paganini
his eyes gazed over the factory, a thrumming beat in his chest. the violinist hasn’t played in a few weeks, he thought to himself. in truth, he was more upset than relaxed, which was the original plan for the break in the first place. antonio was told in passing by mary that the manor had recieved a new survivor, however he had been unable to meet them due to the aforementioned few week break. when he returned, the first chance of a match he could accept, he took it in hopes to see the new survivor. the hunters have had varying opinions and voices related to them and he was excited to see them for himself.
as the sound of cracking glass reached his ears, he began moving down the path behind the sandbag cipher. antonio hummed the repetitive tune, footsteps crunching the grass beneath his shoes as he roamed towards the factory. tinnitus rang out and he peered through the doorway, feeling the smile on his face widen when he saw the running figure of the new survivor. lucky him, with them as first chase.
his hair wrapped tight around the violin and its bow, pulling it backwards whilst aiming carefully at where his note would be sent out. hollow eyes tracked the survivor’s movements, his lips twitched in excitement, and he sent out the first. the second came next, and the red demon’s string injured them as he had hoped it would. antonio made his way through the abandoned property, watching how their figure stumbled over their feet, coughing and continuing to run. he aimed his bow yet again, dark eyes squinted in delight beneath the black strands before he sent out a new string.
though they dodged it initially, they were slowed when they phased through the string, giving the violinist just enough time to catch up and strike them down. excitement rushed through his veins as he observed their figure. they were just... well, some person. there wasn’t much of a shock to their appearance at all, just a natural person in this unnatural setting of a game. antonio felt a tinge of disappointment. he was looking forward to this, but... well, either way, he sighed to himself. perhaps this is just someone similar to the lucky guy? with a shrug of his shoulders, antonio bent down to pick up the survivor, and followed routine of chairing.
he took this time, patrolling around the chair, to observe them some more. there really was nothing that rather surprised him about the newcomer, perhaps just how quickly they were downed, but then again they never did have to go against him in a match until today. it was expected; a sense of surprise and fear. the hunter seethed a cuss in italian as a sudden blast hit him right in the chest, red smoke surrounding him. “you little-” he coughed hard, hands slamming against the grass as he stumbled to his feet, the figure of the coordinator unbinding the new survivor from the chair disappearing from his sight. great. now he had to waste around twelve or so seconds chasing this bastard who had tide.
much to his relief, however, the survivor did eventually fall. a lucky stray note hit them and it was enough of an ‘off guard’ sense for them for the violinist to strike a hit. as he leaned down to pick them up again, he didn’t expect the sudden sting to his back. with an anguished yell, he released the balloons, upper body thrashing a bit to pull out what looked to him to be a glass shard embedded in his shoulder. antonio lifted his head, a glare trying to figure out who the hell hit him, until he saw the survivor from earlier already booking it down the factory.
he blinked.
that was them. that was their skill, wasn’t it? a sort of safeguard from another instant chair.
he felt his grin widen once more, the excitement in his veins rushing back in place. i knew you were more than what you seemed, the demon violinist chuckled as he followed a new trail, leaving you to be healed by the gardener. i can’t wait for our paths to cross once more. little fighter.
[art credit - official art]
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