who’s surprised that zoya is a dom top… she loves seeing you break apart for her. her strap game is insane, she can go for rounds and rounds on end until you’re overstimulated and sobbing and she’s still pounding into your cunt like a dog in heat. she has a thing for degrading and overstimulation, seriously gets off on seeing your legs tremble as you sob tears of pleasure.
kafka is a gentle dom, praises you gently as she grinds her cunt against yours. turns her on so much to see you whimpering beneath her, clawing at the bedsheets to try and ground yourself. she keeps teasing you in her usual drawl ‘so pretty for me, my baby. all ruined for me, only me, yeah?’
dom bottom: robin, black swan
i think robin actually has some dominance in her.. she loves being pleasured and seeing you do everything to please her turns her on so much. you’re practically obeying her command and seeing you eagerly settle between her legs and lap at her cunt like a starving dog makes her so wet. she praises you sweetly, and you are practically feeding off her sweet moans and whines.
black swan is a bottom. we all know this. but she likes to be a bit bossy with it as well, she tugs on your hair and tells you to slow down because you’re just so eager. however, after a certain point she becomes so overwhelmed with pleasure she can’t even speak anymore. all she can do is moan and writhe under your touch as she gasps out how good you feel.
sub top: rahu, zhu yuan
rahu is a pathetic little dog who can only rut into you messily with her strap. you tell her to be patient but she’s whimpering and whining about how good you feel even though the cock is fake and made of plastic. you tell her how pathetic she looks and she actually moans, unable to hold back how she gets off on degradation like a dirty little thing.
zhu yuan is a little inexperienced in this field, but she’s so eager to learn. she always wants to make you feel good even if her ability to make you feel good with her is messy. her tongue game is sloppy and you have to tell her to calm down and be good for you, you tell her how to use her tongue and she *moans* into your pussy at the instructions. god she’s so lame, you want to ruin her.
sub bottom: hamel, castorice
hamel has the most beautiful little moans as you tease her nipples, she can’t help but dig her fingernails into your back as you play with her sensitive nipples, it’s too much for her. she’s so sensitive that she’s nuzzling her head into your shoulder and biting down trying to stop herself from being too loud because why is she so overwhelmed by you playing with her breasts? but you find it so adorable, the way she whines into you from the smallest bit of stimulation.
poor baby isn’t used to such getting so much attention from a pretty woman. castorice is begging you for more as you insert another finger in her pretty pussy, and she blushes so hard at the way you tease and taunt her for being so shy. she’s covering her face and whining at your teasing but secretly gets so turned on it by it (you can tell because she gets so much wetter whenever you say things like ‘you’re so shy, baby. does this embarrass you?’)
THIS CORPSEBORN IS MADE OF DESTRUCTION & VIOLENCE IS ALL SHE KNOWS, THIS SURVIVOR OF THE SYNDICATE. because it is much easier to wreak havoc than to speak strained words of diplomacy, so with bloodied knuckles and aching hands, zoya speaks volumes in her rise in the rankings of a place gone wrong with relentless betrayal and reckless abandon.
but in the haze of red, red, red violence, there is something akin to love that lingers in the heart. you wrap the bandages around her hands, touch gentle and tired. you are too familiar with this routine ; this is nothing new -- it's not, never will be, yet there is this foreign heaviness that settles on your chest : a far cry warning that you want to ignore and acknowledge all the same.
something is coming. something is brewing beneath it all, something has been here all along, something so terrifying is going to twist and turn everything and everyone into something they are not and never should be.
something is coming, should she continue down this route. something tells you, in this moment, in this air that should be made of tenderness and belonging, that you will lose her, that things will go wrong and her own strength and resilience will be her own damnation.
your hands tremble when you kiss those bandaged knuckles. zoya smiles, faint.
"don't overthink." she tells you, fingers lifting your chin ever so slightly as she looks at you with a quiet pride. "i'll be fine."
there's that confidence that always rings true, and you hope she will be right, for her own sake and for everyone's sake.
"you have to be." you whisper as she pulls you closer, and when her lips meet yours, you are afraid to let go.
❀ ﾟ. hamel
THIS IS A VERY LONELY PLACE, THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA, BUT THIS IS HER STAGE : AN ENDING, AN ILLUSION OF JOY THAT CRUMBLES BENEATH THE WEIGHT OF DESPAIR AND CORRUPTION.
this is the home of a dancer frozen in the pits of sorrows ; this is the home of a savior who knows nothing but selflessness. this is the home of someone you love, and if you let this continue on, this will become her burial site.
you feel like you are drowning. you feel like you are so far away from her, the seemingly calm waves a deception to the madness in the tides.
"this is not your home, hamel." you whisper the words like it is sacred, like you are afraid. because you are-- you are, because you know that you cannot win this battle, know that the return to shore will be a path you take alone. "it never was. your grief is not theirs. you can--" and your voice breaks. "you can come home, please."
time does not pass in this place. you feel frozen, as if your heart stills, only to beat once more when she laces her fingers with yours, offers the most gentlest of smiles. but on the curve of her lips resides a heartache, and you know that this will end in the shattering of the soul and the continuing decay of a dancer's spirit.
"you're right." she answers, and her voice is so light, almost drowned in the waves. "but who will carry it for them?"
she squeezes your hand. it is a dreadful feeling. you cannot speak, feel yourself succumb to devastation, so she does, instead.
"my grief is not yours, either. it's alright. please, go home." hamel tells you, and her smile grows, but it is a pained one, and it is one that you will remember until the end of time.
❀ ﾟ. m!chief
& FATE IS NOT MEANT TO BE LEFT IN THE CRIMSON SHACKLES OF REDEMPTION AND RENEGADES, BUT OH, HOW IT BINDS YOU SO. there is no call of the divine upon his awakening, his mind and body thrown to the wolves in the moment of consciousness. he does not understand it all, not entirely -- this burden, this pressure to do good, to be good, to follow his heart until the very end.
but righteousness and self-sacrifice are not meant to go hand in hand, but in the connections he's made to those deemed outcasts, he puts his life on the line, pushing himself further and further from the light and deeper and deeper into the darkness and corruption of black rings.
is it self-destruction if it is for the sake of others? he is not sure. it is not a question he deems worth thinking over, not when there are too many things to do, too many people to save.
but when is the savior saved?
"you're straying too far." you whisper, and there is a quiet fear in your voice, a fear of what if, when or how, and your hands cup his face, tender, forcing him to look at you. "you're going too far. what happens when we lose you? what happens when i lose you?"
he pauses, and you see that flicker of conflict in his eyes-- this is all he knows, sacrifice and foolish courage. it is a necessity. this is all he knows, memories of origins lost. what else can he do but save everyone but himself?
still, he smiles, though it is laced with reluctance and apology as his hands gently grab your wrists, lowering them before he kisses your forehead.
"the shackles are not the only thing that bind us." he murmurs, another kiss placed on your nose. "wherever you are, i'll be with you, no matter the distance." another kiss, but this time, his lips meet yours. "i don't break my promises."
❀ ﾟ. cabernet
BUT THE SOUL IS NOT ALWAYS BIRTHED FROM PURITIES AND INNOCENCE : LOVE A LESSON LEARNED , HONOR BESTOWED THROUGH SELFLESS MEANS. the soul is the heart, the vessel, the sacrifice, and for an insatiable sinner, it is meant for the DEVOURING.
cabernet knows of horrors & treacherous beings : human or sinner, sinner or saint. she knows of the bitterness that coats her tongue at the thought of a tarnished feast, knows of the desire that seeps through her veins in the consumption of another. there is glory in the hunt, just as there is glee in the reward.
but in the rot and decay contained in this sinner, there is a soul that does not bore the features she desires in the chosen, and if you look closely, you will learn she is made of everything god has admonished : pride . greed . wrath . envy . lust . gluttony . sloth.
she is so terribly forsaken yet not forgiven, but even you cannot deny her.
in this moment, rose colors her cheeks, and in those drunken eyes, there is a desire unspoken but told. she laces her fingers with yours-- slow, almost reverent, but you know you are not seen as a person, but rather, prey. still, your heart does not beat as quickly as hers does. you watch. you wait, cautious, though you know she will not hurt you.
when her gaze meets yours, she smiles, wanting, and she presses your hand against her cheek, leans into the touch as she lets out an amused hum.
"i’m yours." she tells you, and you almost wonder if your pulse quickens as she kisses the inside of your wrist. "i am yours until you allow me to devour you."
i saw that hamel is one of your favourites, could you write some hamel hurt/comfort? like maybe being her childhood lover and reuniting with her after her time in the black ring and helping her adjust back to the real world and stuff :0 - ☕️
Daily Random PtN: Day 202- her audience
Tbh I finally had the courage to finally complete her interrogation so this is actually perfect. I’ll be formatting this in a headcanon style tho
ngl this is probably ass bruh
this contains spoilers for the carnival arc and Hamel’s interrogation
also reader is a sinner but that’s only implied
Hamel, your beloved, has finally left the carnival and to see discity once more after 23 years. But knowing her inside out, you know that she’s likely not used to well, this.
the world is different from how she left it, you seem different from how she left you. It’s pretty overwhelming for her, especially now that you're the only person left from her old life 23 years ago. Her anchor, in a way. That’s going to make her rely on you a lot as she navigates this world.
23 years ago, she could never dance the way she wanted to dance. Her mother used her as a cash cow, the audience members didn’t care about the meanings behind her dance, and her brother wanted her to quit altogether. She turned to corrupters being the only audience that would care about her dances, that wouldn’t just care about how beautiful the dance was, but about the emotions and feelings, not just the happy ones.
But she forgot about the most important audience member to her. You.
You, who she had know for the longest of time.
You, who always were watching her dance, no matter what kind of dance it was.
You, always understanding the meaning behind her dance.
You, always there for her, even after all these years.
You, who she loves the most, her beloved.
You, her most treasured audience.
as she attempts to return to the carnival (or rather, its remains) you walk her through all the places, until she reaches her former stage, the lake. You simply watch her as she is conflicted with the ghosts of the past, quietly awaiting her answer.
while you expected to see her prevail and dance a display unlike any other, you admit that you were not expecting to join the dance with her.
You were just a simple audience member, did you truly have the right to dance with the skilled dancer as an equal?
to that, she simply giggles, and your words of protest instantly die down as she leads you in your dance together. With one hand on your waist, and one hand behind her neck, your duet with her begins.
You have to admit, you clearly weren’t the best dancer, you might have even stepped on her a couple times. But she simply smiles and laughs, enjoying the mistakes you make as the two of you dance to your hearts content.
This dance is not of one of sorrow or pain. This time, it is a dance with you, her past and future, and your journey with her to navigate a new world.
This dance, the one shared between you and her, is going to become one of her favorites, that she intends to continue dancing with you for a long, long time.
☆Prompt: In which the Adjutant refuses to acknowledge the soul mate mark shared by you and her. After the mark was removed, Adjutant realised that she needed you but it was too late.
☆Warnings: Angst, Slight comfort at the end with another sinner, reader being a sinner.
It wasn't planned nor was it expected. The hardworking, strict Adjutant bearing a mark similar to that of a dangerous sinner. One whom she depised with all her heart; though sometimes her heart tells her things she doesn't like to hear.
If she could have a chance to pick another soulmate she would but god not you. Anyone but you. Why did she despise you this much? WS it because you are a sinner? Or is it because she cannot be seen with such a person?
Either way, Nightingale made it her duty to turn you down everytime you attempted to talk to her. Poor you just wanted to connect to your soulmate but she had different plans.
Your personality was kind, gentle and caring; things that a sinner wasn't expected to have. Such personality could only be owned by angels and not demons like you.
Everyone inside the Bureau knew about the mark and despite the fear Nightingale had that they would judge her, they didn't. She heard numerous times from different persons that a soulmate is the most wonderful thing, to which she'd only scoffed and walk away.
Every morning when the Adjutant comes to your cell, you'd sit by peacefully with a smile on your face, trying to start up a conversation, offering compliments everytime you saw her. On Valentines, you even went out of your way to buy tons of chocolates and flowers, even a big Teddy bear.
She of course, threw it all away, and unbeknownst to her, you witnessed the way she kicked open the bin and poured every chocolate and flowers, but she didn't throw away the Teddy. Though she acted heartless, in the back of her mind thought it was cute but her neglecting out weighed her acceptance.
She found herself doing things that she didn't even realise, she never thought she'd acted that way. Even the Chief at some point told her that she's disappointed with the way she acted and to have her beloved Cheif being disappointed, it was like a nightmare.
She blamed you. Though she didn't have a valid reason, she did. And through her hate, she sent you on an expedition, one that she was well aware of that it was dangerous to an extent that even the Chief was prohibited from going. Part of her wanted to cancel your mission but the other part still sent you.
When you came back all bloodied and barely making it to the doors of the Bureau, Nightingale watched it horror as an oxygen mask was hurriedly placed and you were quickly rushed to the hospital. In a state of shock, she sat motionless in her office of an hour until the Chief came in, an angry expression written on her face.
"You knew it was dangerous! Why did you send her?!"
"..." No words came out of her mouth.
"I'm very disappointed in you! Be it whether you're the leader of the Nineth Agency or my Adjutant, my sinners' health comes first and I won't tolerate anyone who jeopardises that. You're suspended for a month Nightingale and until you can get your mind set straight, I suggest you don't contact me or y/n."
Those words hit the Adjutant like a knife and in a slow and steady motion she packed up her things and left. Whispers could be heard from everyone as she passed by.
In that same night, she had a strange voice talk to her in her sleep. Though the voice was gentle, an unhinged tone it portrayed. "You defied the rules of fate for you had neglected the one true mate given to yourself. You will be free from her, but you shall never find another one who will treat you the same."
In a daze of fear she woke up, sweating and trembling. The atmosphere felt heavy and she huddled up in her covers and weeped.
While you were in the hospital, laying unconscious on the bed with machines hooked around you, a strange voice spoke you to as well. "My child, you have been neglected by your one true mate. Fate had not planned that for you but, you shall be free of your mark and of the pain and agony you felt with your previous mate. You will now be free to choose whomever you wish to be with." A hand stroked your head and you were awakened by the touch. It felt like an angel had touched you.
You woke up to find Hamel by your bed side, a gentle yet concerned look on her face. "You're finally awake. How are you feeling?" You stared at Hamel in a daze and felt a burning sensation. As you looked, you saw your mark being faded away slowly and Nightingale's face flashed once more in your mind. Thus the relationship between you and Hamel began.
When Nightingale returned to work, she immediately looked for you. She spotted you in the hallway, making your way back to your cell. She made it in time to grab your hand and throw her body into your arms, sobbing loudly. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please forgive me! Please..."
You just pushed her off you and she slid down the floor, tears pouring out of her eyes like a waterfall. When her eyes met the sight of your hugging Hamel, she knew she was done for. She didn't see the mark on you but her marked was still present.
It was her punishment from Fate. As the mark will still be present, she will be without a mate for all of her life and if she falls in love, the person shall never return her love.
OMG wait I need to see Hamel’s reaction to finding out reader’s pregnant! She like gets gifted a small present and inside it is a positive pregnancy test. There’s a beat of silence before she full on cries her eyes out because she’s so happy
Hamel is overjoyed 🥹
That woman is crying tears of joy as she hugs you, practically taking the pregnancy test out of your hands to stare at it and make sure she’s not hallucinating. Once she reads the lines clearly for the sixth time, she’s kissing your face and rambling on and on about how she’s been waiting for this day for ages! You’ve been trying to have a baby for a couple of months now, and finally your efforts have been rewarded!
Also also, the final candle on the cake is when you give her another present and it’s a small, baby-sized pair of ballet slippers! Honestly, if you’re going to reveal that you’re pregnant to Hamel, I recommend just ditching the pregnancy test all together and showing her some baby ballet shoes you bought! It’ll take her a while to figure out why you gave these to her, but once it hits it hits hard.
You two are going to have a little dancer with you 🥺
can i req hcs of how hamel loves? sfw and nsfw if you can🌝 TYSM FOR THE FOOD
I had to poke someone into providing me her lines and profile stuff because I lack Hamel in my account. I hope you enjoy the food, anon!
I apologize for the late reply, my brain was not cooperating with me FHSJDHSJS.
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Hamel x Chief!Reader
Content warnings: NONE
SFW:
She does not like being touched by others, but she craves physical touch from you. This, combined with her lack of concept of time from being so long in the Black Ring makes each cuddle session with her last so long your arm might feel numb by the end of it - if she didn’t fall asleep in your arms while listening to your heartbeat, that is. At the worst days of her hallucinations, she would come to automatically seek you for comfort.
Though she wouldn’t mind going out with you, she prefers a more private date. It can be as simple as you cooking for her in her room or your own room, or even a cuddle session while watching movies. On that note, I think she would prefer a heartwarming movie, as something horror-related might exacerbate her hallucinations
As her profile states, yes, she will ask you to dance with her in her room. She prefers less talking with words, and more talking with her (and your) body, as she finds the body language to be more honest than words. Sometimes, the other Sinners are jealous of this, some jokingly saying that you got special treatment from the legendary dancer.
When you invite her to your room, she is endlessly curious, looking at things you own in a blatant fascination. This stems from her twenty-three years of isolation, sure, but she is endlessly eager to learn everything she could about you, and it shows. If you like cooking, she would hover behind you as you cook, even offering her help (unfortunately she can be kind of clumsy). If you’re more artsy, she would also try doing it with you, albeit with varying results.
Saying that she likes being close to you is an understatement.
Despite its, well, relaxed and less outdoorsy feel, no date with her is spontaneous, and veering into that NSFW direction, no sex with her is ever spontaneous.
NSFW under the cut:
As said above, for her, sex is an extremely intimate thing, and she will go out of her way to make everything perfect. From aromatic candles to specially made/purchased bedsheets and all the way to aftercare, she would ensure everything is perfect from top to bottom, and she would expect and appreciate the same effort from you. Be prepared to clear your entire schedule for that.
Service top, 100%. She would take everything slow, noting each movement of your body down to the slightest twitches, praising you as she gently unraveled your body. Not too big on marks, but when she feels particularly indulgent, she would leave a bit of lipstick smudge on you.
(This actually stoked jealously from the other Sinners)
She likes it when you tell how much you want her in detail, and while she’s open to trying out new kinks with you, she most likely wouldn’t be the one to initiate them. The one exception to this is shibari, but it’s mostly for the artsy side (I believe you have Enfer to thank for this). She loves the fact that in this state, you look like a gift to be unwrapped, a gift just for her.
When it’s your turn to initiate and prepare to have sex with her, she will go feral (for her standards, anyway) if you wear something partly transparent. It won’t be feral to the point of marking and bites, but you will feel it from her slightly harder grip and the thump of her beating heart.
Inside an abandoned theatre, you find yourself drowning in a sea of stars guided by a shooting star.
— Hamel x Reader (Gender Neutral)
It was silent. Far too silent for a room that was supposed to be full of music followed by an applause so loud that it's deafening. You were glued to your seat in the empty theater, watching nothingness take its place on the stage. The rundown theater used to be a place filled with life, hopes, and dreams from performers and the audience alike.
Now it was a desolate place devoid of life.
It was a strange sight to anyone else who might see. A single person sitting on a worn out chair in a theater that looked like it's about to break down at any given moment—what kind of person would willingly stay there and stare at an empty stage? Soon, there was a sound of footsteps approaching from behind but you didn't turn your head to look back. The sound of the accessories of their clothes hitting the floor was comforting despite the way your heartbeat quickened ever so slightly.
"What are you doing in such a lonely place?" Her voice was close. Hamel took the seat next to you, placing her hand over yours as her gaze followed yours. For a moment, you wanted to know what came across her mind when she saw the empty stage. You wanted to know if she wanted to dance for the dreams that crumbled into stardust. She was selfless like that—she gave too much and got little in return.
"I was just thinking. This used to be a popular theater where performers would fight to get a chance to perform in… It's strange to see it so empty." You sighed but the way Hamel started caressing the back of your hand with her thumb distracted you as you stumbled over your next words. "I guess– I'm not used to it."
"... Did you come here often?"
"Often might be an understatement. I came here every chance I got."
Hamel blinked curiously, tilting her head to the side. "I wasn't aware you were a big fan of theater performances."
You couldn't help but chuckle. What she said wasn't exactly right but you couldn't deny it either, so you're left with the choice to answer with an explanation. "I wouldn't say I'm a fan of all performances… I only came to see one person."
Hamel hummed, urging you to continue.
"It was the first performance I've ever seen in this very theater. I was enchanted the moment she started dancing." You held your breath, not daring to look at Hamel's expression but you can only assume she figured something out with the way her finger twitched against your hand.
"Ever since that performance, I came to this theater again and again in hopes of seeing her again." You finally let out a heavy sigh, "in the process, I saw a lot more others perform. I thought they were amazing but they weren't what I was looking for."
"Like a shooting star, she appeared briefly in my sky and left me wishing in silence."
That was when Hamel stood up from her seat. She wasn't smiling, but she wasn't frowning either; it was a blank stare followed by a voice filled with expectations. It was as if she was waiting for something—a correct answer to her question.
"Did you manage to meet her again?" She asked.
You couldn't help but stare at her from your seat, trying to search for answers in the familiar pink of her eyes. She let go of your hand and you couldn't help but notice how much colder it's gotten—how lonely it suddenly felt.
"I did. After many years, I finally got the chance to see her in this very theater again." You stood up and took her hands in yours, firmly this time. Her face slowly turned soft, the corner of her lips tugging into a small smile as she pulled her hands away from your grasp just to hold your face. It was warm—your face was warm and you didn't know if it was because of her hands or the heat that crept up your neck.
Her gaze was so gentle; you couldn't deny the love it held.
"Did I keep you waiting?"
"... I don't mind." You turned your head, placing a kiss on the palm of her hand. "I would have kept chasing after you."
"You don't have to anymore. You caught this shooting star among countless others. I hope the brilliance that captivated you does not disappear."
"Even now, you're shining so brightly in such a rundown place."
"... It's because I'm with you." It felt warmer. "Won't you dance with me on this stage?"
She asked but she was already dragging you to the stage without waiting for an answer. The floorboards were old and creaked with every step you and Hamel took but it hardly mattered in that moment.
Stuck in your own little world, she brought the stars with her and decorated the stage with its brilliance one last time as a reprise of the dance that enchanted you many years ago.
