#morimens x reader

[iyv-luster]

𝐀 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

I might write or rambles about morimens from now on I still love cr tho why I use serif? Well cause I like it and it's gorgeous

[bonusek]

Lucia, Yidhari, Hella & Hecate, Ramona with a Tired!Reader

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Lucia

° You promised Lucia you'd sneak out with her at night to help her find inspiration for a new urban legend story. She even told you she'd bring snacks. But when she knocks on your door and gets no answer, she's surprised. What if some giant monster attacked you unexpectedly?! She quickly rushes into your room and… finds you sleeping peacefully in bed. She looks around, making sure there's no danger, and this time quietly move s closer to you. A faint smile spreads across her face as she sees you sleeping so peacefully. Maybe she chose the wrong time for an adventure together?

° She doesn't want to disturb you, but what if some monster actually decides to attack you?! She has to stay for your safety! She sits at your desk, quietly watching you. But as the hours pass, she slowly dozes off, but how is that possible?! Checking her phone doesn't help either, and then she falls asleep with her face on your desk. When you woke up and noticed her, you were surprised to see her there. But then you remembered the adventure you were planning to have with her… She isn't angry at you tho.

Yidhari

° Yidhari and you are completely different. Yidhari worked from home, which meant she rarely left the house. You worked at a company, so you had to leave the house almost every day. But you often came home late and still found Yidhari working at her desk. You knew staying up late wasn't her thing, so you usually just shoo her into bed.

° This time, when you got home, you immediately jumped on the couch after you removed your shoes. Yidhari was suspicious because you usually greeted her, but this time there was only silence. She got up from the chair and slowly walked to the living room, where you lay, completely exhausted. She sat down next to you and pinched your cheek, waking you up. "Honey, you need to wash up first," she chuckles when you mumble excuses, then drags you to the bathroom. This time, she joined you in the bath, wrapping her arms around your neck, her tentacles buzzing happily. "Well, doesn't that feel better?" she says with a soft sigh as the warm water washes over her.

Hella & Hecate

° Hella and Hecate are worried when they first see you asleep at your desk with your head on it. Hella curses under her breath, saying you've overworked yourself again and taken all the burden by yourself. Hecate doesn't know if she should wake you up because you look so peaceful, but your back will hurt later…

° Finally, they decide to move you to the couch (they're strong ok) and wrap you in a blanket. "Geez, chief is overstepping their bounds again," Hella mutters to Hecate with her eyebrows furrowed and sits down at your desk. She looks at the unfinished documents and sighs. "Poor boss, they work so hard… We have to help them!" Hecate looks over Hella's shoulder with a determination. They just go through your paperwork. And when you wake up, they act like they didn't do anything. But when you see the finished documents, you're a little grateful, a little worried. Let's hope they didn't write anything stupid there…

Ramona

° Ramona immediately switches into caring mode when she knows you're tired. For example, when you're dozing off in Doll's class, she'll gently shake your shoulder so you don't get scolded. She even offers you a little candy to help you regenerate your energy. Or, during a mission, she'll ask you several times if you're okay, if you want to take a break. This girl doesn't want you to overexert yourself.

° When you both have some free time, she invites you to sit under a tree so you can get some rest. She likes you to rest your head on her lap while you sleep. She gently runs her fingers through your hair to help you relax. Her cheeks turn red when she catches herself doing it, but she doesn't stop… Eventually, she falls asleep too, so you both just lie there.

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[flowerdustedstars]

Thais Jealousy HCs

Written for a request

tag list: @yuri678, @successfulthinkgirl

₊✦Morimines | Thais x Gn!Reader | No spoilers! ✦₊

Thais doesn’t get jealous, not really. If anything, she derives joy from seeing you with others and watching you get passed around.

However this is assuming that you come back to her every day. If you don’t return to her and only hang around with other people, it will get to her little by little until she can’t handle it anymore. Aren’t you hers? Why do you avoid spending time with her?

She’ll be sulky, distancing herself from you as she wonders what exactly happened to make you not want her anymore while trying to come up with a way to bring this up to you. Regardless of how you treat her, you’re very dear to her still. If you want to cut things off with her then she’ll accept so long as it makes you happy, but she doesn’t want to make you feel bad for doing so in the process.

…Okay, well, she does want you to feel a tiny bit bad about it. But not too much because she really doesn’t want you to be upset.

She won’t seek you out for the most part unless it’s a situation where you need her, such as when you’re very distressed or your life is in danger. Unless you’re fine with waiting for a month — at which point she’ll finally come to you to discuss your relationship — you’ll have to be the one that seeks her out and talks with her first.

If you reassure and tell her that you still love her, she’ll be happy. She doesn’t mind it if things don’t go back to how they were before, but she will be a bit clingy and pouty; teasing you about how much fun you must have had with the other person while her arms are wrapped tight around you.

You’ll have to go to work or to lectures while having her wrapped around your torso as well so be prepared for that.

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Maybeeee,,, Kathigu-Ra getting possessive when some guy flirts with f!reader?

Morimens ⋮ Kathigu-Ra X F!Reader

A/N: Funny how confident you feel about knowing a character until you actually need to write them LMAAOOOO I had to read her story. PRAYINNNGGG she is not ooc

She is NOT happy about it in the least.

Her fingers instantly hook onto the trigger of one of her guns; she won't fire, for now. She may shoot a glare at the person, but she still doesn't like to fight. She despises the fact that someone dares to try to flirt with HER keeper. Her hand shoves you against her hip roughly as she practically bursts into flames on the spot.

The only thing in Kathigu-Ra's head is this primal instinct to keep what is hers, making her nose scrunch up instinctively. Do people not know how to take hints these days? How are you allowing such things to happen to you? All those things that he is saying to you… disgusting. She could teach him a lesson that will last — permanently — in his head in the form of a blazing bullet.

And she does. As if on its own, her hand raises the pistol, aiming it, and shooting it without any hesitation, her gaze looking at that sizzling hole in the man's forehead as he collapses to the ground.

The blood sprays on her clothing, but she pays no mind to the red stains blooming across her pants and vest, her eyes burning into yours to gauge your reaction. She wishes to control those flares of possessiveness — this agonizing feeling in her chest, but alas, it won't happen any time soon. Not when you stand right beside her, linked to her for all eternity.

Stars are voracious beings, and you fuel her ever-burning fire.

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[sonettosglasfeder]

her destined person

summary : making out with genesis!ramona in the safety of her dorm

wc : 1k words 

tags : gender neutral reader, (sorry i tried don't flame me) making out, neck kissing, hickeys, potential ooc, fluff, ramona refers to reader as “keeper,” idk how to tag

notes : ok hi last post for todau before i succumb to my exams 💔(willliam cameo for the sake of oomf)

Ramona runs her gloved hands along your waist as she pins you down against her desk, leaning down to slot her lips with yours. 

“Mmph…” She sighs against your mouth, pressing her body flush against yours. Her kisses start off chaste, and so does the caress focused on your waist. You keep her close, your fingers moving to tangle in Ramona’s luscious hair, messing up her impeccable appearance, and you tightly wrap your legs around her midriff.

Ramona’s touch roams around slowly—hesitantly. It moves lower down your figure, her thumbs gingerly rubbing your hipbones before moving back up, sliding beneath your shirt to feel the smooth expanse against your stomach. Your breath hitches and Ramona slightly pulls back from the kiss in one swift motion. You retaliate by quickly pulling her back in with a groan, barely giving the other girl a break. Ramona gasps in surprise, but continues anyway, shifting her stance. She would’ve preferred it if she could move this to her bed, but she had you here already. Maybe next time.

Her kisses grow more passionate. She timidly flicks her tongue along your bottom lip, silently waiting for you to grant her access. Ramona’s palms travel to your back, causing it to arch in response to her fingers sliding along your spine. You pause and subtly part your lips with a soft breath, and Ramona wastes no time in initiating another kiss. She lets out a satisfied hum, sensually exploring the inside of your mouth with her tongue, drawing a muffled noise from you.

Unbeknownst to you both, senior investigator William walks by, seemingly minding his own business. He initially proceeds past Ramona’s room, but after a few more steps, he pauses. His eyes narrow whilst he turns around to stand right in front of the door. William raises his robotic arm then knocks twice, startling both you and Ramona, prompting the latter to abruptly slide her hands out of your shirt and instead plant them flat on the desk. William clears his throat before he speaks, his voice ringing through the door.

“Ramona, may I ask what you’re doing?” William inquires, rather sternly. Ramona withdraws, breathless, and grits her teeth, wiping the drool from her mouth with the back of her hand. She wordlessly pants for a moment, catching her breath until she’s capable of giving a response. “I’m… helping Keeper with her work,” she replies, her voice still containing an airy undertone to her usually composed voice. William doesn’t buy it. Nonetheless, he pushes up his glasses and leaves without uttering another word, most likely to interrogate Dexter about his daughter’s… questionable activities with her reliable “partner.”

Ramona lets out a deep exhale, unclenching her jaw and tilting her head to face you, her lips glossy from moments before. You use your hands, somewhat tangled in her hair, to pull her back down for a much gentler kiss. Ramona melts instantly, her digits lifting from the surface of her desk to frame your jaw. You let go of Ramona’s tussled curls to firmly hold her wrists, the pads of your thumbs rubbing tender circles into the skin there.

As slowly as it happened, Ramona pulled away as she took a few deep breaths, her lips slightly parted. She then swallowed, her hands trailing down to your neck. “Can… Can I?” She asks hesitantly, lowering herself until you could feel her breath against the sensitive skin of your throat. You simply nod, and Ramona begins kissing against your neck while the tips of her fingers caress the nape of it, eliciting a soft whine from you. Your hands grip Ramona’s shoulders as she starts nipping at your skin, just until she found a certain spot that made you jump slightly. There it is.

She bites down on that spot just to make you gasp but never enough that you’ll be in pain, her tongue soothing the sting before she sucked on that same spot lightly. Your grip tightens on her shoulders as your head falls back against the surface of Ramona’s desk, giving her more access to your neck as she shifts herself up. Ramona eventually realizes what she’s doing and forces herself back with a soft gasp, but there’s already a bright red hickey forming on your neck. She narrows her eyes in regret beneath her blindfold, biting her lower lip.

“I’m sorry, Keeper, I… I got carried away.” She apologizes, but you just wrapped your arms around Ramona’s neck as you held her tightly, her head resting on your chest. She lets out a noise of surprise before she simply relaxes in your embrace, eyes closing as she melts. “I suppose my math lessons can wait?” Ramona teases, but you just hum softly in response.

William flings open the door to Dexter’s office, his expression as indifferent as always. Without waiting for a greeting, he hurriedly struts towards the other man’s desk and instantaneously shoots out a question that sounds more like an accusation. “Do you have any idea what Keeper and your daughter are doing?” He inquisitions, but Dexter just lets out a hearty laugh and shakes his head, finally facing the blond man with a casual smile.

“This again? Let Ramona do what she wants,” he responds and is about to return to his paperwork, however, William speaks quicker than his ability to pick up a pen.

“I will have you know that Keeper has been paying prolonged visits to Miss Dexter’s room and was even seen leaving her dormitory at late hours in the night.” Once Willian wraps his explanation up, he sighs. Acknowledging that there’s no point in continuing the conversation, he turns on his heel and exits the office, leaving Dexter a bit stunned.

He can’t be bothered to question Ramona nor the Keeper, anyway.

[unhappy-last-resort]

My Song I Yearn For, My Conductor I Follow

Fandom: Morimens

Warnings: Smut w/ no plot?, cunnilingus, slight dub-con at the beginning maybe, gn-reader, probably poorly used music references

@sabotsen

There's a rustle, silken gloves gliding up the length of your thigh and pushing up the skirt of your uniform. His chest, deceptively human-looking, is pressed to your back, the cold, winding metal that makes up his torso digging into you through the careful buttons and crisp cloth of his light, linen shirt.

You don't remember him taking off the jacket.

Something light and soft tickles your inner thigh and you squirm, pulling at the fabric of your skirt to try and see what this new thing was and why it was so close to you.

"Please," His voice comes softly, a tier more intimate than the usual steadiness he always appeared to exude. "—My Song, be still." His other hand releases the fluff of your skirt to climb your stomach until his fingers curl perfectly around the curve of your side and he pulls you in; curving himself over you as if to hide, his nose brushing against the side of your face. "It is but a gift."

"What kind of gift?" Even your whisper seems too sharp against the air, loud and condemning with the rustles of fabric.

He lingers, lips parting, a soft puff of air brushing the shell of your ear, his hand traveling up a little more to gently squeeze at the plush of your skin before he breathes into your ear. "A small one."

His hand emerges from the ruffles of your skirt, an emerald ribbon with a white mid-section stitched with musical notes and flying doves.

You reach for it, letting the ribbon glide between your fingers as your tired mind tried to retrieve the title of this item.

"Let me put it on you." His voice tickles over your skin, seeping into your veins and running down your spine.

You start slightly as the thin fabric wraps around your thigh, his lithe fingers tying it in seconds. He exhales, running his fingers over his handiwork with a small chuckle. "I think it suits you perfectly."

"I can't see it!" You lean forward, almost managing to sit up before he pulls you back, cocooning you in his arms.

"You will, be patient." His lips trace the shell of your ear, a few strands of his soft hair occasionally tickling you. "I can't start the chorus just yet."

You turn your head and his light green eyes meet yours, his porcelin colored skin, speckled with freckles, now has brushstrokes of red over his cheeks. His thumb traces your jaw and his eyes follow for a moment before they return to yours, the light, grassy green of his eyes that remind you of spring are coated thick with desire to entwine, to weave himself into you so tightly that you will always be one.

Your foreheads bump against each other, his thumb retracing its steps to find your bottom lip, his glove brushing over it before he leans in, his gaze searching yours as your hands find purchase on his shoulders, your lips touching and breaths intermingling, his lips part…

—and he pulls away, slowly, reluctantly.

Your fingers curl into the fabric and you pull him towards you, only to be met with a finger to your lips as he shushes you.

"Patience, My Song, patience."

His fingers drag down the side of your throat, his breath heady as they cross over the dip of your collarbone to the flat expanse beyond and his fingers veer off to your side, avoiding your chest entirely as it arrives at your stomach and travels down to your thigh— the one where a ribbon does not press into the pliable flesh of your thigh.

He moves until he rests on his knees in front of you, his fingers gently pushing down on your stomach until you lay down, the sheets rustling as he grabs beneath the knee and lifts it so it may rest on his shoulders as he grabs another, identical ribbon.

He leans down, eyes catching yours before he sets the ribbon on your thigh and slowly ties it, his head twisting so that his lips rest just above it until, with one last tug, it's done.

There's a quiet clicking of his inner mechanisms as he drags his palm over your thigh, admiring his work. Perfect and elegant a it should be, as you are.

He traces a line down, down, down your thigh to the delicate fabric of your under garments, two fingers gliding between clothed folds and continuing up, up, up to slip beneath the folds of your skirt to press his palm on your stomach.

He shudders a raspy breath. "Perfect."

He leans over you until his shadow hides you in the moonlight, one hand resting next to your head, followed by the other. You raise a hand, your dainty fingers brushing his bottom lip which softens into a smile.

He grabs you by the wrist and presses your palm to his cheek, leaning into it as his lashes close. Your other hand curves behind his neck and you pull him down—

Until your lips meet in a slow, steady kiss deep enough to convey your love for each other and modest enough to leave room for more.

Cloth brushes your cheek, fingers entangling in your hair as one hand moves down, dipping past your stomach to hook that little bundle of nerves in his fingertips, rolling and pressing it as his tongue dares to entwine with yours, offering you a moments respite before closing in again, swallowing each moan and whimper from your throat, only stopping when you pat his chest for air just for him to dive to your neck instead, coating it with fluttering kisses.

He pauses, coming up to place one last kiss on your lips before he travels downwards, pausing to place a lingering kiss on the center of your chest where your heart thrums, before his fingers moving to hook the band of your underwear and pull it down with him. You pull your knees back, letting him slip it off you entirely.

He catches one of your ankles, his lips kissing a line from the joint to your inner thigh, his lashes brushing your skin as his teeth catch it, biting it so gently and thumbing the spot after.

He eyes your folds for a moment before he drags his gaze up to meet yours, his hands encircling your thighs, ribbons tied just above them. Garter belts, now you remember. "Are you ready for your cantata, My Song?"

You nod and he doesn't waste a second before latching his lips around that sensitive bud, and swirling it with his tongue as his fingers pry you open, pressing different spots until he finds the one that pulls his name from your lips.

He works tirelessly, focusing every bit of his energy on finding the perfect way to angle his lips, the perfect speed to thrust his fingers, everything to make you sing for him as loudly as you can.

He winds you up, up, up, pulling on your strings until you shake and tremble, until your voice cracks with a high-pitched whine, until your hands tug at his hair, until you're wound tight enough to cry before you plummet down, down, down into oblivion.

He played you until your strings snapped and tears stained your face, until your voice was wrung hoarse and it hurt to swallow.

He met your lips with a kiss, his lips misted with your dew.

"My Song I yearn for, My Conductor I follow."

[flowerdustedstars]

General Relationship HCs with Tawil

Written for a request

₊✦Morimens | Tawil x Gn!Reader | No spoilers!✦₊

In Tawil’s eyes, the two of you had always been together. They make sure that you know it too by frequently talking about how your fate and Theirs is intertwined together, so much so that it’s hard to tell if They’re actually into you or not.

The only reason you even find out about your relationship with Them is because you got a bit too close to Thais and Tawil requested your presence immediately after; telling you that while you are free to do whatever you want with the other awakeners, you shouldn’t let them get in the way of the two of you.

Tawil’s not very affectionate because They don’t see the need to be. Your connection with Them goes deeper than any other and touch isn’t necessary to show that. However, if it’s what you want, then Tawil will be affectionate and touchy with you without complaint. Nowhere public though, unfortunately.

They’re not exactly one for nicknames either. They do like calling you by any one of the titles you have, if that counts.

Dates are hard. While Tawil doesn’t mind the lack of them for the same reason They don’t feel the need to be affectionate, They do appreciate it whenever you come down to the black pool to spend time with Them. Though Them being down there is what makes dates so hard in the first place. Likewise, Tawil isn’t very romantic either beyond the “our fates are eternally intertwined together” thing.

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tag list: @yuri678, @successfulthinkgirl

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Clingy Celeste headcanons please please please (and make it wuh luh wuh ofc or else)

Morimens ⋮ Celeste X F!Reader

A/N: Sorry for not posting for so long! Personal stuff got in the way. I am back now! ദ്ദി╥ ᴗ ╥)

She is like a Barnacle! Sticking to your side throughout the entire day. Anytime you walk out of your class, the faint smell of the sea breezes through the hallway. She's waiting for you; she always is.

She is silent but present, reacting to your every gaze with her own. As your eyes meet again and again, she responds with a gaze that feels almost like a calm tide caressing itself against the shore. Her long eyelashes cover her blue irises as a light pink hue starts to appear on her face.

"Would you like to make a wish?" She keeps asking, her hands slightly fidgeting with the compass amulet, hoping you'll make a wish to her.. Your mere presence feels like a bird's wing, gently caressing her silver core. 

If you do make a wish? The finger armor clink against one another, her hand raising the amulet — a faint glow shimmering out of it, her prayers rising into the heavens — oh, how she wishes for them to get answered quickly. If she could, she would make a wish herself… But that would be selfish of her, wouldn't it?

Hopefully, her selfish wish to be by your side will one day be granted.

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