moochalove

[moochalove]

Imagine Mydei with a chubby!reader…

Brief smut at the end!! You’ve been warned!!

He loves digging his much larger hands deep into your soft, plush thighs and tummy. Every time you hug him, he definitely tries to cop a feel on your rear. He can’t help it! It’s just so round and soft…

Mydei definitely loves making you your favorite foods. Even if you were to request something he doesn’t know how to make, he’ll indirectly ask you to help him with the recipe/cooking. (He doesn’t want to admit it, but this definitely fuels his desire to settle down with you.)

Speaking of settling down… Female Kremnoans are usually held to the same standard as the males when it comes to their pride and strength. At least that’s what he’s picked up from his time with his people. Yet, he can’t help but desire someone more on the rounder side. That’s not to say he thinks you’re weak. Mydei just gets a little thrill thinking about how some may consider your relationship “taboo.”

While in public with you, he definitely likes to flaunt the fact that he’s landed such an amazing partner. It’s the little things: adorning your figure in the finest silks and chiffon, or the way your shy-like demeanor can charm just about anyone with a beating heart.

He’ll never forget when he was playing with the kids; they teased him about his “wife.” His face was akin to the red fabric that (semi)adorns his muscular body. Even if the idea sounded crazy the second it went through one ear and out the other, he couldn’t deny he liked the sound of that.

His wife.

Though, that idea needed to be scolded into the minds of the idiotic people who so desperately try to woo you. Yes, that includes Phainon. He’s tried many times and has failed as many times.

While on the battlefield, Mydei is constantly plagued with thoughts of you. Of protecting you. He knows if people saw how “feral” he acted on the battlefield, they would run away in fear or have nothing but respect and admiration for him. He respects their views. When it comes to you though… he’ll never forget that look in your eyes. It was love. In its most raw and unhinged form. To be honest, the first time it creeped him out. It took him a minute to get a grip and realize you were into his bloodthirsty side. Mydei will never forget when you caressed his blood-soaked body down and gave him the gentlest , most sincere kiss. That’s when he knew you had to stay by his side. Even if it meant he would have to find you and other versions of yourself time and time again. If it meant he had to relive a never-ending cycle of pain and suffering. He would do it all over again, and again, just to have you hold him so lovingly. He would do it all over again just for you.

That, and also he loves when you so desperately try to take his girthy cock down your throat. Just seeing your cute round face bob up and down accompanied by those wet, lewd sounds. The way you hollow out your plump cheeks is what sends him over the edges, causing him to place his hand on you and shove you down as far as you can go. He bites his lip, all breathing harshly through his nose, stifling his groan. You adore the way he tastes, mostly sweet followed up with a slightly salty aftertaste. After you clean yourselves up, he picks you up by the hips and forces you to place all your weight down onto him. He could cum again just at the feeling of you on top of him… He won’t though. Not this time…

You’re both in for a long and rough night of passionate love making ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )!!

Can you tell I was in my feels towards the end then immediately coped by being horny.

ANYWAYS IM BACK AFTER A LONG AS FUCK BREAK…

[moochalove]

The Spiders Catch (Pt.2)

Arlechinno x Fem!Reader

Not proofread!!

♡ More fluffy than I would have liked 😓

♡ Slight Yandere themes if you squint…

♡ Columbina is kinda deranged

It feels like your whole body is sore when you awake. You try to shift around but a hand is placed on your shoulder firmly.

“Not so fast. You’re still recovering.”

Your heart skips a beat when that cold firm voice reaches your ear. Though the voice urges you to not move, you do anyways. Your eyes scan the not so familiar room.

Upon realizing this isn’t the infirmary you’ve grown accustomed to, you let out a relieved sigh. It seems the Knave was telling the truth. You are to be the “Mother” of the house.

You haven’t the slightest idea how to be loving and caring towards children... But now it seems you don’t have the freedom to decline Arlechinno’s offer, so you’ll just have to learn along the way.

“You’re nervous. I can see it in your eyes. I thought I made it clear: you will be safe as long as you remain here with me. Perhaps you do not trust my word-“

“It’s not that,” your flushed face scrunches slightly, “It’s just that I’m not sure how to do this. How to be a mother figure. All my life I’ve been taken care of I-“

“So surely you know your limits. How much love is necessary, and when it’s considered suffocating. I hope you know I saugt after you specifically, I believe you’re the best candidate for this.” 

“So you’ve thought about this….?”

“Ahem,” Before Arlechinno could respond a child (who had been listening whilst leaning on the door) fell through the now-open door.

“Decided to finally reveal yourself, little magician?”

Looking down you see a young boy, probably about to enter about to enter his tween/teen years. His eyes are a striking violet color, and his hair is a dull blonde color.

Faster than you can blink, another figure enters a frame. This time a girl. Though she has cat-like features, she looks a lot like the boy on the ground, though her violet eyes are much sharper. She simply looks at the boy on the floor before looking at her “Father” and then you.

“Ah, and here comes your little assistant. I suppose Freminet is not too far behind?”

Once the boy picked himself up with an apologetic smile, another one entered the room. His freckled-kissed face seemed to slightly churn when he laid his eyes on you. Quickly he hid behind the girl and boy, barely peeking out to study your face.

It took a second for you to put two and two together. If you think hard, he was the boy who offered you those flowers! To think someone as innocent and timid-looking as this child managed to pull that stunt off effortlessly.

But then again, it’s not like his actions weren’t unnatural…

You weren’t looking at Arlechinno directly, but you could definitely feel her harsh gaze on you. Likely to see your reaction to Freminet’s presence. You flashed the kids the kindest smile you could muster at that moment before turning upright to properly introduce yourself.

Before you could even get a word out Arlechinno began to speak, “Children, remember how I told you you’d be getting a “Mother” soon? This is her. Please, I expect you to treat her with the same level of respect you treat me.” Immediately you notice how they stiffen up very slightly.

You weren’t sure how to refer to her. Should you have called her by her harbinger name? Maybe just “Father”? No, that doesn’t sound right! You don’t even know her real name!! Well- you’re to be their “Mother” so why not make it feel real….?

You did a little prayer before you opened your mouth to speak,

“Sweetheart, it’s okay, i’m sure they understand very well of my position here.”

All of them stood there shocked.

The boy with violet eyes let out a little snicker before turning towards the two, then ushering them out with a sly smile.

Again, you were alone with Arlechinno.

“U-um… was that not the right……”

“-No, it’s quite alright, really.”

“Oh, um… okay….” You could feel yourself growing smaller under her sharp gaze. You couldn’t tell if she was enjoying the sight of you nervously twiddling your thumb, or if she was upset. You didn’t have the guts to turn and look at her in the eye.

“Though, I suppose I thought it would take you a little longer to warm up to me, my love.”

Haha, that means you get to live, right?

Did the room suddenly get smaller….?

“I shall get the rest of the children seated in the main room. Once you’re ready, come introduce yourself to them. They’ve been eagerly waiting your arrival.”

“Of course. I’ll be there shortly.”

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Once Columbina returned home she immediately went to your room to seek entertainment. Though when she finished checking every corner of the room, and couldn’t find you. She simply thought her fellow Harbinger had you with her. So she went to her, and when she also didn’t have you in her presence she wondered to herself: “Perhaps my little dove is playing a trick on me. Ooh, this shall be fun!”

But when a couple of weeks had passed and no one had returned to her with you in hand, she began to worry. Tracking you should be nothing for her. Yet when she couldn’t find you, when no one could find you, she was truly worried. It’s almost as if there had been a veil of obscurity surrounding you. Had someone taken you away? Oh, what if you were hurt?

Columbina sang for no one. Her angelic voice echoed throughout empty halls. For days she would wait for her envoys to bring her back news- news that they had found you. But to no avail. She was no longer worried, she began to grow upset. Who had the nerve to clip her prettiest doves wings? Who could have known that was how she was linked to you?

It wasn’t long before she narrowed it down to one of her fellow harbingers. Perhaps one of them held a grudge against her?

The Knave.

If anyone would know something it would be the Knave. She’s always been trying to sink her fangs into you. Yes, it has to be her.

The Damsolette knows in her “warm” heart that she’s right, she just can’t believe you would let that damned Knave tempt you. She just needed to sink her own fangs into that wretched spider before she could tear you free from her webs.

She sat there, alone, softly humming a tune to herself with the gentlest smile on her face.

From a distance, The Fair Lady could only watch the Damsolette quickly lose her grip on everything. Signora- being the lady she is- sort of had an idea of what you did. However, she isn’t one to spoil the fun for everyone (especially one she sees as her daughter.) If she was somehow able to get ahold of you before the little lady is able to- she’ll help you in any way possible. Even if it means she has to let you go.

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After you introduced yourself to all the children, you were drained. To think so many children who come from broken homes could still have the heart to love. They may have their own little quirks, but their hearts are in the right places.

Arlechinno pulled you away from your thoughts when she slyly wrapped her arm around your waist.

“You’re thinking too hard. Don’t worry, they love you already.”

“You really think so? I barely did anything…”

“Of course. As their “Father”, I always know what they are feeling and thinking. Eventually, you will too. It pains me to leave you, but I must get back to work.”

“Oh, and by the way, I’m almost done getting you what you need. As part of our deal of course.”

“Thank you. I promise to work hard to keep our family full of love and compassion.” A relaxed smile crept into your lips as you felt your posture relax slightly.

Once she realized you from her cold grasp, she headed towards the door,

“I do hope you enjoy your stat here at the our lovely house. After all, it’s permanent.”

[moochalove]

lord give me the strength to finish writing this fic…..

[moochalove]

BOOTHIL X READER PELALSPELLSLS I KNOW NOTHING AB HIM AND ITS BEEN A BIT SINCE I OPENED THE GAME BUT I WANT HIM SO BAD AND I AM SAVING SO MUCH TO GET HIM PSLSOSLSLSL

ʙᴏᴏᴛʜɪʟʟ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ——> saw this pic in a post by @lynettess then I got this req and I just. I had to

Warnings: profanity, very suggestive, Boothill kinda has an accent or smth idk it’s not bad or anything

A/N: see more of her as in, more often? Or in the other way…? Thanks for the ask Adonis. Sorry this was so short tho :( mayb if it gets enough notes I’ll write a pt. 2…

Your plans for a Friday night definitely weren’t to get drunk in some obscure bar in the middle of nowhere, lost all sight of your friend who had dragged you out for a ‘good night.’ They definitely weren’t to be sitting so close to Boothill, to the point where his metal torso was pressed against your warm one, sending a thrill through your body- but his breath fanning across your face was warm.

The alcohol coursed through your system, making you more sluggish than usual- though you were sober enough. Not sober enough to stop and think about whether or not you should get so close to a stranger, and a cyborg at that- albeit an attractive one. Boothill tilted his head to the side, smirk playing across his lips as you giggled at something he said while taking another sip from your glass. 

Your eyes searched your friend out through the crowd of the hot bar, but couldn’t see her anywhere. His hand went to your chin, fixing your gaze back onto his own face. 

“Eyes here,” he said. You grinned, again, face burning, although you couldn’t tell if it was from the heat or from his actions as you swept a couple of strands of hair from your own face. “Didn’t anyone tell ya it’s rude to not look at someone when they’re talkin’?” 

You leaned precariously on your elbow, swirling the amber liquid in your glass. “Apologies,” you teased, hand pressed to your chest. His eyes followed the action. “How ever could I make it up to you?” 

He leaned back, away from you, and you leaned into him again, and his grin only widened. Your eyes traced the marks under his eye and your heart thrummed against your chest. “A favour? From a pretty thing like you? I could never accept that.”

You held up your hand. “Hey, when did I offer you a favour?” You complained, trying to fight the colour rising to your cheeks at his little remark. He tipped his head back to laugh and the sinful thoughts filling your head as you looked at him were definitely not seeing you through to the pearly gates. 

The past hour had been a blur, from when he had slid into the seat next to you, smoothly talking you into flirtatious conversation, up until now, where the tension was tugging at your fervently. And you were so, so close to grabbing him and simply begging him to-

“What’s wrong, sugar? Can’t handle a little compliment?”

No, no, I can’t. Not when it comes from you. Great, now I’m fucking wet. You smiled coolly and took another sip of your drink. “Not when it comes from you,” you shot back, echoing your previous thought. 

“Nice to know I have that sort of effect on ya, sweetheart,” he murmured, and the metal tip of his finger tracing a path along your collarbone. You froze at the provocative touch, hands tightening around your glass, growing more and more restless. 

“Is it?” You stuttered, fighting to keep your voice level. He chuckled, hand dropping down to your waist. 

“Mhm,” he hummed, and suddenly moved back. Your muscles tightened with apprehension- anticipation? You couldn’t tell. 

And then he took his hat off and set it on your head. 

You burned at the thought of the implications of the action as his finger traced the rim of the accessory. “I’m assumin’ ya don’t have any specific plans for the rest of the night?” You took off his hat, setting it in your lap. 

“Well, I didn’t.” You locked eyes with him. 

He raised an eyebrow. 

“But I do now.”

[moochalove]

The Spiders Catch

(Arlechinno x Fem!Reader)

♡ Platonic Possessiveness Columbina!

♡Mother figure Signora!

♡Takes place when Arle is first introduced as a harbinger- into her adult life!

Arlechinno was well aware that taking a lover was a dangerous move. For a while, she tried to convince herself that she didn't need anyone else after Clervie. But when she first laid her dull eyes on you- she swore she got that same feeling in her chest, the feeling she got when she basked in Clervie's presence. While drinking her afternoon tea, she pondered, "How do I get close to that pretty girl?" You were part of the Fatui- One of Columbina's little playthings. Columbina never seemed to bring you around the other Harbingers. But today she happened to call you into a meeting for something.

The reason she doesn’t bring you around the others? Well, she can definitely think of a few reasons…

A couple of weeks had passed and she still thinks about you daily. You seemed so fragile and innocent, yet at the same time, your eyes harbor a certain kind of sadness. She finds this intriguing and she’s curious to know more.

By the time she finished her tea, it was time for another meeting she had been dreading. Maybe it was because that meant she had to be around those other weird people who were her coworkers. When she opened the door, she quickly looked around to see which ones were present. Yep, everyone she didn't want to see. When she turned to greet Columbina she noticed she was busy playing with your hair. The girl had you wrapped around her finger, it's almost like she forgot- or didn't care that you were in public. Arlechinno coughed slightly to get her attention. When the Damselette finally noticed her, she greeted her with a warm and innocent smile. No words were exchanged but the 3rd Harbinger seemed proud to show you off to Arlechinno. You looked so scared of her. You had heard how she killed Crucabena, but you never imagined she would be so young! Well, if you think about it, you both seem to be around the same age. But still! To think someone so young would have the power to be a Harbinger. She extended her naturally discolored hand to shake yours. Arlechinno disliked how you turned towards your Harbinger for approval. Once you got approval from her, you responded with a proper handshake. This would be the first of many formal handshakes. Arlechinno wasn't sure if her cold heart had warmed up to the sight of you, or if it was just that look in your eyes that made her feel nostalgic. She needed a bit of time before she decided if she wanted to pursue you. Even if she did want to, she needed to find a way to get near you. The Damselette always seemed to keep you by her side. From the very little intel she was able to gather on her own was that the Harbinger had saved you from death, and ever since then you have devoted yourself to her. When Arlechinno asked her fellow Harbinger- The Fair Lady, she reported that she was able to get close to you by giving you small gifts whenever she and the Dameselette worked on projects together. She also shared that you weren't very comfortable around any of the male Harbingers- or any males to be specific. This could potentially pose some sort of problem as she knows she isn't the most feminine Fatui member around. "Give it time, Knave. The girl will eventually come around to you. She loves to talk about the various happy moments she’s experienced. Though, if I were you, I would lighten up your expression when around her. The poor thing looks terrified whenever you turn your sharp gaze towards her." "Ah- and before I leave, I'll let the little doll know that a certain Knave is looking for her presence. Ah, and the others say I have no compassion for my fellow colleagues.” Before Arlechinno could protest the idea, La Signora had already walked out. She wasn't sure if this made things easier for her, or if it would complicate the web she had been slowly working. A couple of days had gone by and you seemed to be appearing in her life more often. No, that was an understatement, it's like you've been ordered to follow her around. She casually played it off by pretending she didn't notice you fumbling about behind her. But eventually, she had to acknowledge your obvious presence. "Excuse me, Miss Y/n? I noticed you seemed to be following me around for a while now. Are you lost perhaps?" Arlechinno waited patiently for your response or gesture. "I-I was told you wanted to see me... I just wasn't sure how to get your attention. A-apologies, my lord Harbinger..."

Her dull eyes widened in shock. All this time, she never knew you were able to speak. She had heard you giggle softly while interacting with her fellow Fatuus, but she had never heard you say anything to her.

"A-ahem," an awkward smile crept up on her face, "I'm not sure who told you that.." Her sharp eyes studied how your eyebrows arched in disappointment.

"But, I do not mind your company." She kindly gestured for you to walk and talk with her. Of course, you followed like a lost lamb.

She tried to hold a nice casual conversation with you. On the inside, she was slightly worried about scaring you. Or even saying anything that displeased you. For a while, it felt like she had to hold her tongue from saying anything that seemed slightly suspicious.

The conversation took a pleasant turn when you began to share your own memorable experiences regarding the topic you were discussing. Arlechinno was surprised by the way you just seemed to go on, and on. Almost as if you've forgotten you were speaking with The Knave. By the time you arrived at your destination, you were still rambling about various topics.

Once you realized you had reached the location you apologized to her a handful of times. You couldn't believe you had talked her ear off Especially since she was so kind to acknowledge you-

"I enjoyed our conversation. I do hope we can meet again like this.”

“Whether that be formal or informal. If you feel comfortable, of course."

"Thank you, lord Harbinger- I promise not to talk so much next time. P-please forgive me-"

"No need to be so formal, Y/n. I quite enjoyed your "ramblings", in fact I think it was very cute. I can start to see why that girl keeps you around so often."

It felt like you were going to cry from happiness. Sure it wasn’t a direct compliment- but I sure did sound like one to you! Did she actually wish to befriend you? Maybe you’re reading this wrong-?

“Well then, I think you’re the little dove has finally come looking for you. Do take care Y/n. Though if you wish to take me up on my little “informal” offer, feel free to find me.”

Before you could even muster up a reply your harbinger dragged you away.

You knew how she could get jealous easily. Though deep down you know she just wants to protect you! On your way “home” she stopped to show you a display of nature.

A spider, laid prettily on its meticulously crafted web. The pattern of the web mesmerized you, almost as if it had put you under spell- asking you to come closer and relax. Before you realized, the spider had entangled a lone butterfly within its webs. Slowly cradling it, all while slowly killing it. You frowned at this depressing display.

Columbina though, she seemed amused by this.

Once the butterfly’s twitching seemed to slow, she squashed the spider with her bare hands.

Silently, she turned towards you. You started to understand her actions, and what she was trying to tell you. A slight frown controlled your once relaxed lips. Columbina simply reached to pat your head before tugging you away from the sorrowful display she intervened in.

After you finished dinner, you sat at your window, looking out at the Snezhnayan aurora. You pondered if this was the life suited for you. Being a Harbingers “little doll”. Maybe Columbina really was just trying to protect you? That doesn’t seem too far off from her nature. But why would she need to do that? Was Arlechinno playing some sort of angle? You didn’t want to think about it right now. Instead you silently closed the window and headed to bed.

A couple of months had passed and you decided to stay by Columbina’s side. On the evening you had planned on visiting the Knave, she stopped you and with her siren-like voice, told you that she wanted to use you, just like everyone else. Of course, if it’s from her lips it must be the truth.

After all she’d done for you, there was no way you could just “run off” to someone else who happened to give you a little bit of attention. No, it just wasn’t right.

You stopped going outside, only leaving when it was necessary, or by your Harbinger’s side. Or when you would you go out shopping with La Signora. You enjoyed your time with her. She felt like a “Mother” figure. She gave you some form of twisted normalcy. Sometimes her talks with you are harsh, but you suppose it’s tough love.

Maybe it was your teenage blues that you never got to experience finally catching up with you, but you always seemed down. Your “Mother” figure, La Signora, seemed to notice this immediately. At first she tried spoiling you rotten, but that didn’t seem to work. She then tried getting you to come outside more, even going to extreme lengths to get Columbina to agree to letting you go on low-profile missions with her. But the Damselette never seemed to budge.

La Signora was starting to get fed up with her, but there was nothing she could do as she was her superior. She felt bad that all she could do was watch the beautiful flower, that is you, slowly wilt away in a cage.

At this point you were getting tired of her not listening to you. You were now an adult and yet she still treated you like the poor child she had found all those years ago.

Finally you snapped. While your “master” was away, you packed very basic necessities and ran. You ran to the borders of the frozen nation. Luckily, you were able to lay low with traveling merchants that were able to get you out of Snezhnaya.

Eventually you arrived in Fontaine. You were able to sell off your belongings she had gifted you, and rented a room in the court of Fontaine. For a while you wondered if what you were doing was okay. How long would it take for her to find you? Would she be upset? What would your punishments be? Oh god… You didn’t want to think about it. What mattered now was getting a new identity and getting a stable income before leaving for the next nation. From the stories Signora had told you, Mondstadt seemed the most stress-free.

A couple of weeks had gone by and everything seemed quiet. You had a sorta steady income by working part-time at a cafe. You just needed to work a couple more months before you could say goodbye to this identity. So far, it seemed like you managed to cover your trails decently. No one came looking for you, nor did you notice anything suspicious.

On your way home a small child handed you a sweet-smelling flower. Normally you wouldn't accept gifts, but it seemed normal by just looking at it. When you inhaled the sweet aroma you couldn't help but smile. The child seemed pleased by this and ran off. Nothing out of the ordinary for the children of Fontaine.

Unlocking the various locks to your room door, you couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy. As if someone had been watching you. No- someone had definitely been watching you.

You needed to grab the basics and get out of there. Fast.

Scrounging around the bottom of your drawer for rare and expensive jewels your Harbinger had given you, you grab the bag stuffed of random pieces of clothing and run for the front desk of the apartment complex. You slam a small bag of priceless jewels on the landlord's desk before you bolt out of the building. You have no idea where to go. So you just run aimlessly through the streets. You're sure if you seek out the guards they'll turn you over to the Fatui.

It feels like your legs are about to give out.

And they do, though you've managed to collapse in an alleyway. Desperately you use your upper strength to drag your lower half under some trash.

But it's no use.

A familiar figure appears before you, The Knave.

“Well, well. Looks like I finally caught you in my web.”

You're too scared to say anything.

“So you've got nothing to say to me, hm?” Her slender figure leans down to your level. “And here I thought after all these years you’d be happy to see me.”

Once again, you’re a stuttering mess before her, “P-please, please, I’ll do anything- anything! I don’t want to go back, please!”

If your past self heard you say that she would’ve definitely slapped you across the face.

Her sharp index finger trails up your neck to your watery eye, she looks at you amused. “Is that so? And here I thought you enjoyed being a little toy for that girl.”

With silent sobs you shook your head.

“Then I have a proposal,”

You would be lying if you weren’t terrified of what she had to offer.

“Come with me. Come back with me to the House of the Hearth. The children have longed for a “Mother”, and if you’re anything like I remember, you’re sure to fit the shoe.” Her eyes weren’t that of empty ones, they were filled with genuine concern and a certain yearning.

Swallowing your fears you hoarse out a simple question: “Will you keep me safe?”

“Safe? Hm, I suppose so. I could “kill” the old you, then give you a new identity. A fresh one you’ve been longing for. Though that’s still a work in progress on my end. As of now though, I can keep you safe, though you will still be plagued by your past.”

“I’ll do it. Just don’t take me back- She’ll kill me if she sees me again- I can’t go back- I-“

She gestures for you to be quiet.

Before you know it, you’ve fainted.

♡ May do a part 2…?

[moochalove]

Thinking about Yan!Boothill who...

Absolutely loves his chubbier s/o! Whenever you two are lying in bed he can't help but trail his cold metal fingers on your warm and soft body. He thinks you're so cute when you try to push him away! It's like you're asking him to squeeze your chubby face! If you ever happen to get on his nerves he'll dangle freedom in front of your pretty eyes. He'll encourage you to try to make a run for it. He knows with your extra body weight you won't get far- but he still kisses your stretch marks and says you'll do better on this attempt.

Boothill adores the chase, it gets his mechanical insides heated up. He's looking for a target that has the mindset of a scared little animal, and you happen to fit the shoe. Something that will run for dear life when he sets his sight on it. He seeks the thrill of pulling the trigger and seeing if his target will keep running or drop dead.

Even if his bullets land in your meaty flesh- he always promises to never hit anything major and to nurse you back to a healthy state.

When you first met him, you admired him. You thought he was very brave and courageous, you always wondered how he was so strong. You couldn't imagine working such a dangerous job. So, you gave him credit where credit was due.

To Boothill, you were the cutest thing he had ever laid eyes on. Your eyes were more appealing than others, your smile was a contagious one, and your laugh was that of an angel. He'd seen his fair share of people throughout the galaxy, yet none of them had left him with this warm feeling in his cheeks- it almost felt like he could short-circuit if he thought about you too much.

At first, he tried courting you normally. It seemed like you were reciprocating his attempts! The thought that maybe you felt the same way within your sweet little human heart made his artificial one "flutter".

But when he saw you with someone other than himself- he felt odd. He was too prideful to admit it was jealousy, but deep down he knew that was what he was feeling. If there was something his gun and a bullet couldn't solve, well, most of his problems would be unsolved. At first, all his thoughts were irrational, he was confused as to why he wanted to hurt someone who hadn't done a thing to hurt him. After a while, he drew out the reason why his thoughts were scrambled, it was because you played a minor role in all of this. There was no way he was gonna let someone else have all of your affection and love! So, how did he solve this problem? Obviously, he lodged his bullet in that person's chest! All while you were watching, too! He then proceeded to smother you with sweet affirmations with a giddy smile. The moment was romantic! (If you don't mind the screaming and yelling on your part) But that's in the past now! You no longer scream and try to fight him when he leans in for a kiss. It seems your life has practically gone back to normal, except you now have a dear lover. Boothill trusts you enough to do your own thing throughout the day while he does his own work. Though he would be lying if he didn't check (stalk) you throughout the day... You're the first one to arrive "home" most of the time, so you usually start prepping dinner for yourself. Boothill melts on the inside when he returns to see you wearing an apron. He knows he shouldn't bother you while you cook but he can't help it. He'll rest his hands around your soft stomach and lay his head on your shoulder while he tells you about his day. If he had a particularly rough day, you'll clean his robotic body with a warm rag and do any maintenance that you're able to do. Some days when you aren't feeling good about your body, he'll either declare he's too tired to do his work and he needs to stay with you for the day. The day usually consists of him reassuring you you're the prettiest person he's ever seen and that he loves your body, even if you dislike it. Sometimes he's able to bribe you with a sweet treat and a kiss to get you to speak your mind and share your insecurities. Other times when that doesn't work- he'll rest his face on the parts you're insecure about and say something along the lines, "Looky here darlin'," and he'll place a gentle kiss onto you, "The human in me loves you for you." Then he'll trace heart-shaped patterns into your warm flesh, "And so does the non-human part~" His eyes are practically hearts when he stares into your own, "You get it, don't you sweetheart?" Depending on your answer he will either: kiss you, hug you, or wrap his metal arms around you while nibbling at your chubby cheeks. "I know it can be hard for you- But don't ever think I don't love you. I've done things I can't take back, for you! If it's for you I wouldn't take 'em back. Hehe, don't you think that makes us seem like a married couple, it's kinda like a vow-Ow! 'Kay, I'll stop-Don't pinch me so hard!" After you exhale a breathy laugh all your worries go away. You hold him in your pudgy arms, pulling him closer to your warmer body that he can't seem to get enough of. "I love you, Boothill." That was the first time you said his name along with an "I love you". He lays there a bit stunned for a bit but eventually snuggles up to you. He can't believe how much progress you've made in your relationship. To think he used to use you as target practice... Ah, and the way you used to scream and cry all the time! He chuckles lightly at the thought of it before he notices that you've fallen asleep. It seems like he can start to relax again, as it seems like things are finally going well for him.

[moochalove]

Pleasee make a masterlist and pin itt

It’s pinned now! :3

[moochalove]

Moocha’s Masterlist♡ (Reqs Open!)

✿ Fluff

☆ Smut

✧ Angst

౨ৎYandere

Genshin Impact

♡ Venti:

☆ ౨ৎ All for you (Yan!Venti x Fem!Reader)

♡ Ganyu

✿ Coffee date with Ganyu (Ganyu x Gn!Reader)

♡ Raiden Ei/Shogun:

☆ Her’s (Raiden Ei x Fem!Reader)

☆ The Empresses Concubine (Raiden Shogun x Fem!Reader)

♡ Yae Miko:

☆ So, it’s a date? (Yae Miko x Fem!Reader)

♡ Kokomi:

✿ Whatever it takes (Kokomi x Gn!Reader)

♡Ayato:

☆ Bestest of Friends (Pervert!Ayato x Gullible!Reader)

♡ Ayaka:

☆ ✿ The Princesses Knight (Ayaka x Gn!Reader)

♡ Kazuha:

✧ Last nights mistakes and new beginnings (Kazuha x Pregnant!Reader x Scaramouche) (Part 1) ✧(Part 2) ✧ ✿(Part 3) ✧ ✿(Part 4-5 Final)

✧ ✿ Should’ve Ordered for Pickup… (Ex!Kazuha mention)

♡ Scaramouche:

✧ Last nights mistakes and new beginnings (Kazuha x Pregnant!Reader x Scaramouche) (Part 1) ✧(Part 2) ✧ ✿(Part 3) ✧ ✿Part 4-5 Finale)

✧ ✿ Should’ve Ordered for Pickup… (Husband!Scara x Fem!Reader)

♡ Kaveh:

☆ Lion Tamer (Brat!Kaveh x Dom!Gn!Reader)

♡ Wriothesley:

☆ Not a bad day (Wriothesley x Fem!VirginReader)

♡ Furina:

✿ ✧ Furina x Gn!Reader HCs (+angst)

♡Arlechinno:

✿ ✧ ౨ৎ The Spiders Catch (Pt.2) ✿౨ৎ FluffThe Spiders Catch (Pt. 3)

Honkai Star Rail

♡ Sunday:

☆ Sunday Imagines… ( Sunday x Gn!Reader)

♡ Boothill:

౨ৎ Boothill Imagines… (Yan!Boothill x Chubby!Reader)

Upcoming…

Arlecchino x Fem!Reader (Part 3? Likely last part)

[moochalove]

Thinking about how…

You would lead Sunday away from a busy crowd during one of his important dinner gatherings. How you lead him by the hand to a nearby storage room and begin to kiss his sweet face. At first, he was opposed to the idea and tried explaining he was far too busy to be messing around. But the way you kept teasing him throughout the night, the way you made his ears feel hot while you were reaching for a dropped utensil. The way you “accidentally” squeeze his thigh under the table.

How bold of you to pull such a stunt, especially in front of all his business partners. He should reward you for being so brave.

Sunday grabs your wrists and pins them above your head while he kisses and licks at your exposed neck. He loves to see you flustered and breathless, panting softly as you try to keep your voice down.

He’s surprised when you break free from his grasp and mirror his actions. Sunday lets out a small surprised moan when you take the reins. At first, he was taken aback by your actions, usually, he’s the one who has control over everything.

But he is exhausted from all the mingling he’s done throughout the night. Guess it isn’t so bad to let someone take control every once and awhile.

He immediately relaxes when you free his aching cock from his tight pants. He takes pleasure in watching you spit into your hand as you begin to stroke it at a slow pace. A smile is plastered on your face when you begin to go fast and turn your wrist with each stroke- your eyes meeting his. You both gaze into each other’s eyes lovingly. Almost as if the world around you has disappeared and it’s just you two in this intimate moment. (almost makes you forget you’re in a storage room…) His thighs begin to shake as you get closer and closer to his pink tip. He loves the way your thumb swirls over his creamy tip. Using your free hand you gently rub his face. The way you handle him with such care makes his heart skip a beat, and he practically melts into your touch.

As he begins to reach his high he presses his lips into your palms, muttering small prayers and thanking those in higher power for such a blessing (you). His breathing has become erratic as his prayers are mixed with little moans and whimpers. You lean into him to seal his lips with yours, devouring all his moans and little noises, all while you pump his length at a rapid pace. The room is filled with the wet noise of his precum and your spit rubbing along his cock. When he finally teeters over the edge he feels nothing but bliss. The wings adorning his head flutter and flap in response to his hard orgasm, and his arms have settled around your upper half. He hasn’t even realized he’s soiled his dress pants and your palm with his seed. Not like that matters right now…

Once he opens his eyes he’s greeted by an angel- no, something of a higher power, his dear lover. You stare down at him with such a loving gaze that makes him feel warm and mushy inside. He can’t help but hold you close for a couple of moments. No words are spoken, yet thousands of praises are known to one another.

Once he settles from his high he’s even more exhausted… He feels a little ashamed that he didn’t get to reward you like he initially planned, but when you voice how this is what you wanted, he can’t help but feel flustered once again. His wings cover his flushed face in embarrassment. Yet you gently push them aside as you rest your forehead against his as his wings wrap around your head.

Seeing Sunday like this was a rare treat only for the eyes that were close to him. You were truly honored to call him your partner.

Once you get Sunday properly cleaned up you head back to the party. No one really noticed you were gone.

Robin can’t help but tease and point out the feathers in your hair.

“Haha, it looks like you were “fighting” with a bird!”

[moochalove]

Not a bad day

Wriothesley x Fem!Virgin!Reader

Guys… Let’s pretend it’s still Valentine’s day…. 🍾🌹🤭

It’s implied that Wriothesley has had his eyes on you for a while… Wriothesley has a breeding kink bcs he just seems like that type of guy! Never written for him so may be ooc 😞

NOT PROOFREAD!

Word count: 2.1k (certified yapped 🙏)

CW! Pregnancy mention

Valentine’s day… Another year to celebrate your loneliness… Yay! Every time you walk past a happy couple you fight the compulsive thoughts that tell you to go up to the couple and spout lies, “Babe? You’re cheating on me?” You snicker a bit thinking about the reactions. Or maybe buy every other seat at the movie theater? Nah, too expensive… Maybe just being the third wheel and make your presence known when a couple tries to have a cute moment together.

You’re brought back to the present when a woman squeals out of happiness when her lover gives her a very obvious “surprise” bouquet. Ugh… Did she have to be so loud? Whatever.

The walk home was a long one, especially when it felt like every other corner there was a happy couple. If only they’d just drop dead…

Tonight was gonna be another boring one probably. Maybe do some homework, watch a movie or two… Maybe even give yourself some “alone” time. It’s been a while since you last indulged yourself in “alone” time. Yeah, that sounds like a solid plan! Your parents should be going to dinner this afternoon and your brother wasn’t coming home for a couple more days since his girlfriend planned a small trip for them. Maybe today won’t be so bad…

Upon opening the door you’re met with chatter, hm, maybe someone came over to visit your parents? Hm, their date is in about an hour and thirty, so they should be leaving soon…

Throwing your bag and shoes to the side you flop down on your bed and scroll aimlessly. Your feed is flooded with Valentine’s day posts. Scrunching your face in annoyance you throw your phone to the side before digging through your bag to begin your homework.

Hm? Someone’s knocking on the door. You’re met with the faces of your middle aged parents, both a groomed neatly and your mother has makeup applied neatly, “Sweetheart,” she speaks to your in a cheerful voice, “Me and your father are about to go. We have a guest over as of now, your brother's friend. He’s just waiting for your brother to come get him,” Huh? Didn’t your brother say he’s going out of town for a bit with his girlfriend? “Apparently he and your brother have made to go out with their partners later tonight.” That makes more sense. “Please, check on him every now then,” Now you have to babysit? “We won’t be back until this evening so please, watch the house!” Both of them lean in to hug you then as quick as they came they left. Strange, you’re sure your brother would’ve told you about this double date thing he had planned. All he’s been yapping about this week has just been going out of town, hm.

Better go check on his friend. What was his name again? Wriothesley? Yeah that sounds about right!

“Hey! You’re Wriothesley, right? I’m Y/n. Though i’m sure my brother must’ve told you, right?” When his pale-blue eyes land on your own your heart skips a beat. His eyes are so pretty, yet so dull? “Yes, he’s told me many things about you. But what he didn’t tell me is that you were so pretty in person.” He’s probably lying… oh well, just take it at face value… “Ah, you flatter me!” A smile perks up the corners of your mouth. Though you wouldn’t mind if he kept showering you in praises… “Just saying it how it is, Doll.” That nickname makes your stomach flutter… No, you can’t be swayed so easily! “A-ahem… I just came to see if you needed anything… Like something to snack on, or maybe watch some TV?” You wait for his response patiently but it looks like he has something on his mind. “Ummm..? Wriothesley…?” His eyes darted towards your own once again, “I do have something I need help with but, hmmm, how should I put it?” “Hm? What can I help you with?” You ask innocently while taking a few steps closer. “Nevermind. I might make you uncomfortable if I request this. Plus, if your brother were to find out- well, I would never hear the end of it.” Hesitantly you gulp while staring at him, you know you should stop but you’re curious to see what he is about to ask, “Please, I would never hear the end of it if my parents found out I didn’t properly attend to a guest. It takes a lot to make me uncomfortable so I’m sure whatever you need won’t be bothersome!” You’re quick to notice his relaxed face turn into a more pleasant one. “Your parents raised you well. I just need you to try on this on,” Eagerly he reaches into the bag that had been sitting next to him and pulls out a cute pink dress paired with a corset ranging in a darker shade of pink. It looks like it also has cut little hearts on it too. “It’s for my girlfriend- I noticed you both have the same body type, and I just wanted to make sure it’ll fit nicely on her.” Taking the cute outfit into your hand you look at the size tag, hm. It’s a size _, so it should fit just right. “No problem! I’ll be right back.” Turning on the ball of your heel you walk back to your room. Once you close your door you exhale and begin to change. It’s a little weird to ask someone else to try on your girlfriend's clothes, but you guess he just wants it to fit perfectly on her. Coincidentally you both happen to be the same size.

Once you’re done changing you walk back to the living room and show off the outfit, “Fits like a glove! Although, if her hips are any bigger than mine- it may start to get a little tight. Oh, and if her breasts are more full, this collar will do her more good than it ever could do for me.”

Wriothesley simply nods before examining every inch of your body. It makes you a little nervous, “A-also, it should look 100x better on her than me! It’s not the dress's fault, I just-“

“You look absolutely stunning.”

What? He can’t be serious… “I don’t think that’s something you want to say to anyone other than your girlfriend…” He smirks in response, “I didn’t think there was anyone else who could rival her beauty. So naturally, I’m in awe.”

You should really hold your tongue. You spent all day doing it, so what’s the difference now? All this praise is making you feel hot and heavy… “Haha, well I think I'll get changed…” “Wait.” You’re startled by how serious he sounds, “Y-yeah?” “Actually, nevermind. I’ve troubled you enough. Thank Y/n.” Simply nodding you rush to get changed.

As you’re undressing you feel that your underwear are soiled in slick. Did that really turn you on? You best get back to your room quickly to take care of yourself.

You leave the dress neatly folded and placed back in the bag. Thankfully Wriothesley was using the bathroom so things wouldn’t be so awkward.

Once you return to your room you immediately dispose of your pesky underwear and reach for that spare pillow you never use. Once it’s under you, you begin to rock your hips slowly against it. It already feels so good~ You bite your lip as you arch your back- trying to grind into the pillow even further. Since you were already so wet your high was easy to reach. And once you did you tried your best to conceal your cute little whimpers. Your hole squeezed onto nothing- it felt so good down there you couldn’t help but rub against the pillow even faster. Gripping your sheets you ripped orgasm from yourself. The one thing you loved about riding your pillow was that no matter how many times you rubbed your clit into the pillow- you could always keep going as long as you readjusted the pillow every time. You weren’t too fond of fingering yourself since you tended to grow your nails out, and you didn’t own any toys. So it’s just you and your pillow. Maybe you should treat yourself and buy a vibrator or something… You bite down on your tongue as you tease your clit against the fabric, grinding down so eagerly as your hips move rhythmically. Oh it feels so so, so good-

“Y/n?”

Your eyes shoot towards the door you thought you locked, a figure now stands in the door. “I- It’s not what it- Wriothesley- I-“

A chuckle escaped his lips.

“And here I thought you were hurt. Look at you, humping your pillow like some kind of animal.” You look away embarrassed. “Hey. Don’t look so glum. How about I show you what pleasure really feels like?” You would be lying if you said you didn’t clench at the sound of his words, “W-we shouldn’t. You have a girlfriend and I don’t want to-“ “She doesn’t have to know.” Slowly, he took steps closer to you. Once he was hovering over you, you couldn’t help but back away. Sure, you’ve touched yourself and all but… You didn’t think you’d be getting game so soon… “Oh? Backing out on me?” He leans down with a smirk plastered on his handsome face. No, you can’t let him intimidate you! You grab his collar and bring his lips towards your own. He can tell you’ve never kissed someone before, but takes pleasure in knowing how hard you’re trying to make it seem like you have. When you pull away you’re the only one gasping for air. You’re too light-headed to be embarrassed. A chuckle escapes his lips as he begins to undress himself.

He doesn’t even bother to prep you since you’re already so wet. Before you can even say anything he’s slowly inching his thick length into your sopping little hole. It feels like the air has been knocked out of your lungs and your back arches in response. Wriothesley grunts at the tightness of your hole. It’s been awhile since he’s taken someone’s virginity. He doesn’t want to make this too uncomfortable for you so his thrusts start slow and steady. Every thrust has you gasping for air. It feels like you’re finally complete, your hole squeezes nicely around his girth. When he starts picking up the pace it feels like you could die from pleasure. “F-fuck! It feels so f-fucking- so fucking good, hnnghhh~” “Does my little princess wanna feel even better?” “Yesyesyes~! Please~ More! Give me more~” He chuckles at your fucked out expression before he tosses your legs over his shoulders, his knees cage your hips and he begins to fuck you even faster. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass has you milking his cock dry. Your tongue lolls out as cute little moans escape your parted lips, and every thrust has your perky tits bouncing. Everything about you is sending his senses into overload, the way you try to hide your moans by covering your face, how your virgin hole takes his cock so well, oh, he’s just got to wife you up. Surely you’ll let him finish inside, right? The thought of your stomach visually rounder with his child inside, how much bigger will your breasts become? Would you let him drink some of your milk? He just has to know. He lets out a load groan signaling he was about to cum. Once you realize you pathetically try to push him away, (not like that would ever work)”No! N-not inside! I’m not on-“ Before you could finish his tip spurts out thick hot cum. His seed fills you up nicely, it almost feels comfortable having his seed in you. He doesn’t pull out, he just wraps his arms around you, “See? Doesn’t that feel better than that boring old pillow?” You’re too fucked out to even say anything. “Going quiet on me already? But we just started? Hm… Well, it won’t be long til I have you talking loud and clear again~”

When you wake up the next day you’re so sore you can barely move (but you can feel his dick still stuffed in you…) You try to speak but your throat hurts. Wriothesley can’t help but feel proud, “Guess I overworked you for your first time. Sorry about that, Princess.” He reaches for the glass of water, “Open.” Obediently you open your mouth, the cool water feels so refreshing! “That’s a good girl.” It takes a few minutes before you’re able to speak properly, “Can we do this every Valentine’s?” His head rests on your shoulder, “Nah,”

“I’d rather we do this every day.”

+Bonus!

“So, does this technically mean we’re a couple…? Or am I like your side bitch?”

“Ah, I suppose I forgot about her… I guess I'll have to break the news to her that I found someone more appealing.”

“That’s gotta hurt… Especially since it’s only a day after Valentines…”

“Oh… it is…?”

“Yeah…”

“…”

“Should I at least buy her flowers-“

[moochalove]

Lion Tamer

Brat!Kaveh x Dom GN! Reader (smut)

I think I kept this pretty gender-neutral but please let me know if I made a mistake!!

Tbh this whole fic is just you edging Kaveh 😋

Not Proof Read!!! Word Count: 1.5k

As soon as you open the door, he’s rushing to grab your bag, taking care of your coat and putting it away. You can tell he’s desperate to be touched just by how he’s rushing to change you into your relaxation clothes. When he’s done brushing your hair, he’s sitting on your lap, legs spread as he ruts against your thigh, his face flushed beautifully under the soft light. You don’t spare him a single glance though. No, you hadn’t forgotten how he “accidentally” spilled hot coffee onto your silk-white blouse last night. Unbothered, you flip through the pages of the book your friend let you borrow, reading every line carefully to understand all the content within. Kaveh quirks his eyebrow from anger and pleasure as he nudges against the side of the book, pouting and biting his lips as he stares into your bewitching eyes. When you show no reaction or response, Kaveh groans loudly as the movement of his hips starts to pick up in speed. He slings his arms around your neck as he leans in to kiss and suck at your neck. You don’t put the book down but instead, place your free hand on his head to keep him in place. 

 He’s close, you can tell by the way he mumbling curses and by the way he stops abruptly, waiting for you to take the lead. Sighing deeply, you close your book, “You do know I’m still angry with you, right? I have way more important things to be doing, yet here you are, bothering me like a bitch in heat.” You state bluntly while petting his head. His grip tightens around you as he leans into the shell of your eat panting, “Oh yeah? Then why don’t you stop me, hm? Why don’t you push me away?” You yank his head back by his loose golden strands. “Think you’re being cute?” Slamming your book down you pry his mouth open to spit in it, “You don’t think twice, do you? Ugh, what am I saying? Of course, you don’t, you’re too dumb for that.” All he can do is nod in response since he can’t seem to get the words to come out of his mouth properly. 

He doesn’t even notice you release yourself from his grasp, wait, wait- why are picking that book back up? Slowing his pace once again he groans out in discomfort. He was so close! So why did you have to turn your attention back to that stupid book?!

“Oh come on! Y/n, don’t you think you’re being unfair now?!” Either out of anger or jealousy he grabs the book from your hands and tosses it across the room. 

His eyes widened from his own actions.

Once he realizes what he’s done he immediately starts apologizing. He’s fumbling over his own words, rapidly trying to use his dumb brain to think of the right thing to say. Using a little force, you push Kaveh off your thighs and onto the floor. He doesn’t know if he should be afraid or turned on- probably both. He actually feels kinda bad…! 

 That is what he would feel if he wasn’t a conniving little brat. On the outside, he looks scared and concerned, but on the inside- he’s celebrating happily. Finally, your attention is fully on him! 

Kaveh slowly creeps onto your leg, and his head rests on your thigh. Your eyebrows furrow with annoyance as use your foot to rub at his throbbing erection. Biting his lip he whimpers as he claws at your thighs. Your hand cups his face as you squeeze his cheek, he winces out in pain as he feels the sharp sting of your slap, then the reassuring rub to ease the burning pain. Saliva pools from his mouth as he ruts against your foot.

He really does resemble a bitch in heat…

Slender fingers reach for your own, he’s quick to dig his pretty nails into the back of your hand. Inhaling sharply he bites on the fat of your thigh to stifle his moans, his pants are painfully tight and uncomfortable, he needs to get them off now. He needs to feel your tight, warm mouth around his length. When your eyes met his own you immediately understood what he needed. Letting out a frustrated sigh once again you used your foot to push on his abdomen causing him to fall back. Normally, you would give him the luxury of taking him on the bed, but when you behave like a brat you don’t get to complain about where and when you get to take him.

Hovering over his pathetic form you remove his pants, and (un)surprisingly he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Shaking your head with a smile you lean forward and place a kiss on his cheek. It’s an unspoken vow between you both, so he knows that can tap out whenever he feels the need to stop (which never happens…) 

As you make your way back down you’re peppering kisses along his bare body. He lets out shaky moans as you tease him by blowing air onto his stomach. Once you make your way to his cock you kiss the tip as you lick away the watery precum, making sure to take long strokes against the head of his cock. You flick the underside of it with kitten licks, then take long swipes from the underside to the top. You’re painfully slow with it, so much so Kaveh whines and bucks his hips to signal to go faster. Your hands are twisting and stroking against his length as you take the half of it into your hot mouth. Making sure to breathe carefully, you begin to work your way down further. Kaveh has his arm over his face while the other rests upon your head, pulling and tugging at your hair, and occasionally pushing you further. Once your head rose and your mouth left his cock with a wet ‘pop’ sound, you gazed sharply at Kaveh. Stroking his cock slowly with a sly grin on your face, you kiss the side slowly before speaking, “Hmmm, I don’t know… You’ve been especially bad this week. Don’t think I’ve forgotten you’ve been misbehaving. Always acting like a whore around my friends, or touching yourself while I was away, or dropping and breaking things on purpose.” He winces at the loss of movement, “Y/n, please, please, please! I’ll do whatever you want me to do- whatever punishment you have for me- I’ll take them like a big boy! I won’t complain! I won’t be bad, so please let me cum! Just once-“

“Hmm, I don’t know Kaveh~ You always say that but you can’t seem to keep a promise.”

Kaveh is getting desperate, he starts bucking his hips upwards, trying to get some sort of friction. You let him get closer to his high but just as he’s about to cum you grab him by the wrist forcing him to stop. He whines like a girl, sobbing as he bites down on his free hand, teeth digging into the back of his pale hand. “Look at you- so desperate to cum~ Sigh, I guess I can’t be mad at you forever”

Placing your hands on his thighs to hold him in place while you bully his cock with your hot mouth, making sure to take his length whole. Bobbing your head up and down, your tongue working wonders by gliding back and forth on the underside of his cock. Every time you reach the hilt, hollowing out your cheeks while moaning cutely. His stomach pools with an aching tight heat that sends an amazing feeling to his balls. Tears spill from eyes that are squeezed shut- he nearly dies when you start to fondle and paw at his tight balls. With a high-pitched scream, he arches his back as he finally cums. It’s painfully good, the way you take him makes him believe he was made for you. Made to be used for your pleasure and enjoyment. Creamy thick cum spurts from his pink tip. Pulling away you watch him cum all over his pathetic dick. It continues to spurt of cum in waves. All while pooling at his base.

Slowly- you stroke his length hoping to milk him dry. His mouth is open but nothing but pathetic little whines come out. When you palm your hand over his creamy slit he screams out in pleasure. “Hnnghh- Y-y/n! Stopstop! No more~ Pleas-hah… Please~! S’too much~ Nghhhmm!!” Holding back a giggle your pace slows down, you’ve practically stopped!

You loved toying with him. You eat up his reactions like it’s the last thing you’d ever do. You’ve got him completely wrapped around your finger. So much so, that he can’t even decide what he wants.

“N-No! *hic* W-why’d you stop! Pleasepleaseplease! M’sorry, I didn’t mean it! I-I’ll *hic* I’ll be a good boy!” His length twitches against your palm as he hastily thrusts against it once again. Twisting your wrist against the tip as your tongue swipes away at the remaining cum, “Hm, you know if we keep going I won’t be able to stop!” “Please, please, use me til I have nothing left to give.” A breathy laugh escapes your lips as you look up at him with loving eyes, “Oh, aren’t you the cutest? ‘Could just eat you up, Bunny!” His dick twitches and slaps against the side of your mouth in response to hearing you call him that. “Awww~ Don’t worry, I’ll take of you~♡”

So much for studying tonight…

[moochalove]

Should've Ordered For Pickup…

This is an Au from my OTHER fic(s) with Pregnant/Mother! Reader!! If you want you can read this as part of it though! (I did keep the same idea just without the dark themes)….

I think my brain has been itched so I will be moving on from this whole idea that's been rotting my brain… 👍 So if you have any fic ideas feel free to share! Anyways!!!

It feels like you’ve been standing in line forever, your feet are killing you and your back hurts from the baby that is currently resting on your chest. You should’ve ordered your stuff for pickup… but it’s not like it was a lot of things either…this is taking forever, and you’re starting to get hungry! You salivate at the thought of what your husband has cooked for dinner, it almost eases you a little. Taking a deep breath you readjust your posture and clutch the small bag of fruits and vegetables you were looking to buy. “Almost done, sweetheart, then we can go home to Daddy! Doesn’t that sound nice?” you whispered in a hushed voice since your son seemed to have dozed off.

You’re startled by a voice that comes from behind, “Y/n? Is that you?” Of course, you’d recognize that cute voice anywhere, “Ayaka?” Taking a deep breath you turn around to greet her more properly. Yeah, you’re tired and you’d rather not talk to anyone right now, but she’s just trying to be nice. “How have you been Y/n? I haven’t seen you in forever. Not since…” Immediately noticing how she trailed her words you figured she’s heard about what happened between you and Kazuha. “Haha, yeah, it’s been a while. So… what brings you here?” She holds up a small plastic bag that’s full of cleaning supplies, “I wanted to help our back at the house but instead they sent me to go get things. I suppose this is a form of helping.” You lifted your bag of groceries in response, “Me too, I tell him I can cook my own food but he swears I do too much and that I must be tired. Oh well, I’m pretty tired when I get home anyways so I suppose it’s fine!” Ayaka turned her head in confusion as she looked at you up and down before her eyes settled on your resting baby, “So you’re dating someone?”You’re taken aback for a moment before you smile in response, “I’m actually married,” you flaunt the big rock on your ring finger towards her, and her eyes widen in shock from the jewel that casually sits on your finger, “I-it’s beautiful, Y/n!” She bows apologetically, “I’m sorry- I spoke out of line. Forgive me!” A laugh escapes your lips as you motion for her to rise, “It’s okay. You didn’t overstep any boundaries.” Her chest rises and falls in relief upon hearing those words. “Uhm, so… if you don’t mind me asking…” “Yes?” “Whose baby is that you’re holding?” Your frown curls into a smile as you turn to an angle to where she can see the baby’s face, “My sisters. I just thought I’d bring him along with me today.” Ayaka’s eyes sparkle with admiration as she coos over how cute he is. When she gets closer, she can’t help but feel like she’s seen that face before…

A voice shoots from behind, once again. “I’m back Ayaka-“ This time you freeze. Of course, she’d be here with him, why didn’t you think about that? Maybe while she’s distracted you make a run for the self-checkout that happens to be on the other side of the room. Yeah, that sounds like it’ll work! Plus, he shouldn’t recognize you so there’s no need for him to follow. You think a quick prayer, hoping Ayaka doesn’t tell him about you. Their conversation seems to be playing out normally and you take this chance to step out of line and speed-walk towards self-checkout.

As you input your items (since you can’t just scan them…) one by one, you exhale in relief. Almost done! Soon this’ll all be over and- where’s your card? Scrounging through your wallet you look for it in each slot. No, no, none of these are it! You can feel yourself start to get annoyed but the machine beeps before spitting out your receipt, your eyes turn towards the person who slid their card, and when your eyes land on the culprit you can practically feel yourself crack. “K-kazuha…! You really didn’t need to… but thank you… If you just give me a sec to go to the ATM I’ll get you some cash-“ He shoves the piece of paper into your grocery bags, and the next thing you know you’re being dragged out of the store by the wrist.

“Owowow-“ inhaling sharply through your teeth you caress your wrist, “No need to be rough…” Your eyes avoid looking at him but you can feel his heavy gaze on you. “So… why did you bring me out here? I kinda have somewhere to be.” “Why did you leave me.” It wasn’t a question it’s more like he was demanding an answer… Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, sheepishly you reply, “I got busy, I guess.” His eyebrows quirk in frustration and he grabs your hands, pining them above your head. “Now’s not the time to act coy, Darling.” “Ah, and there it is. Are you still upset that I up and left you? Or maybe when I-“ You’re cut off abruptly by the sound of a baby’s laughter, you try and speak again but every time you open your mouth a giggle erupts from the infant. Kazuha releases you from his firm grip as he takes a few steps back, “You had a baby?” “My sister had a baby, to be more precise..” you reply sharply all while you wiggle your hands in front of your baby, causing him to giggle and smile. He stared at the baby for a few minutes, analyzing the way his red eyes lit up whenever you made a silly face, and he took notice of the striking red strand that accompanied his short h/c locks. It didn’t take him long to put two and two together, his slender fingers come up to your child’s much pudgier ones,

“That’s funny, I don’t seem to recall ever sleeping with your sister.”

“Well, Kazuha, you sleep with a lot of women. Sure you didn’t skip out on her charming face?”

“No, the only charming face I seem to recall is yours.”

“…”

“Is this my child, Y/n?”

You’ve stopped playing with your son and turned towards Kazuha, “So what if he is? What's it matter to you?” He smiles in response, he’s already heard everything he needed to hear. “No difference in fact, I’m not too fond of kids, to be honest,” he pulls his hands away from the small yearning ones that reach out for him when he pulls away, “So I think you’ll heart knowing that I don’t want any part of this kids life.” Your mouth opens slightly at his harsh words, and your fist clenches into a ball, “I never asked you to be part of it anyways, in fact- I already have a loving partner who enjoys being his father anyways,” A small huff came from Kazuha, he didn’t want to say anything and just let it be, but he couldn’t hold his tongue, “Oh, and who might that be? I truly doubt someone would want to stay with someone so… messy.” It hurt a little knowing he targeted you, the younger you, who was scared and insecure, but you knew you would feel all the better. “Oh, I actually think you might know him.” A smile crept up on your face as you felt pride being able to flaunt your lover, “I don’t if you remember him- oh, what am I saying? Of course, you do, yknow, he was kinda your roommate for a while? You know- the one with purple hair, anger issues, cocky, and- ah, the one mended my heart back together after you dumped me, at MY birthday party.”

Your heart sinks when you realize you raised your voice. Not because you cared about his feelings, but because of your baby, his face is churned in distress from your loud voice, and he begins to cry out loud. Inhaling sharply, you open your mouth to say something, but you swallow your words. All Kazuha could muster up was a chuckle and a sigh, he was clearly upset. Shooting him one last glare you walk off, gently patting your son's back, and trying to calm him.

He reaches out to you, but you avoid his touch and towards him with a sour expression, "Now what do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?" "I- Are you guys really..." His eyebrows furrow as he shakes his head, "No, what I mean to ask is if you told Ayaka about, y'know..." With a deep sigh, you respond in a cold tone, "No. No, I didn't tell her because it’s not really her business.” All he can do is smile and nod before he watches you walk away.

Maybe one day he would come to regret that choice, but you couldn’t care less. Even if he tried to be part of your son’s life you would allow it only if your son wanted to. For now, though, you guys were a happy little family. Your son has a loving father who spoils him with love and affection, and whenever you come home from work you’re always met with your husband playing and chasing your child around the house. Your heart melts with sappy feelings as you watch your husband and son both light up when they see you walk through the door. You could go on forever about how much you love them both but you won’t..

When you get home you set down your son on his high chair and you slouch forward as you exhale loudly, carrying him around on your chest reminded you of when you were pregnant. Once you wash up you’re back at the dining table and you’re drooling over the food your husband set out for you. Ah, you suppose you should tell him about your little encounter at the store… After you eat of course!

You’re both relaxing in the living room playing a board game, you’ve already set the baby to sleep. As you roll the dice you remember you have to tell him, “So… Today, at the store, I ran into Kazuha and- “ Scaramouche grabs your shoulders as fear fills his heart, and his eyes widen as he looks into your e/c eyes, “He didn’t hurt you or s/n did he?!” For a moment yourself stunned by how close he is. Shaking your head you grab onto his shoulders to try and ease him, “No, Scaramouche, he didn’t do anything. Although, He did drag me to the parking lot and he figured out he’s s/n’s father.. But it’s no big deal! Really!” Your face is turning sour again as you recall what he said, “He did say some things though.” Scaramouche looked frazzled as he still clung to you, “What did he say? You’re not gonna leave me right? You-“ “What? No! I would never. Besides- he doesn’t want anything to do with s/n…” He let out a sigh he had been holding in and he wrapped his lanky arms around you, “I’m sorry y/n. It’s okay though, since I’m here for you both. I promise I’ll never leave you- even if I were offered eternal happiness- I would decline since I have you both!” Your face beams with a smile and your heart feels mushy. “Would it make you feel better if he suddenly went ‘missing.’ It wouldn’t take much for me to set that up!“ You softly punch him as your face feigns shock, “No! We can’t just make him disappear just because he hurt my feelings a little- I mean yeah it would be nice, but aren’t we above that-“ Scaramouche is smiling ominously as he casually says, “Of course we’re above that. But if it were for you- I’d stoop real low.” A laugh escapes your lips as you bury yourself in his neck, “I love you.” “Oh? What's this about?” His response sounds cocky but he’s patting your hair, “You trying to have another kid-?”

Once again, you punch him, but this time harder.

Although that doesn’t sound too bad..

[moochalove]

Last Nights Mistakes and New Beginnings (Part 4-5)(Final)

(yandere!kazuha x pregnant!reader x scaramouche)

Did you know they call me the yappinator? Anyways i’ve been meaning to finish it but i’ve been busy w school but now i have the time so i will be yapping away more (posting a little more)🗣️ Get cozy bcs this is long asf!

Reader is bi-icon! (+ trauma) If imma be fr, the beginning is a little off bcs i wrote it weeks ago (im lazy and i will not fix it🥶) ANYWAYS ILL STOP YAPPING! TY FOR READING 🤭 (if u do😡)

word count: Pretty fucking long ❤️

proofread: HELL NO! 😋 fill in the gaps/mistakes for me pls🫶

TW: Stockholm syndrome

Arriving at the mall you think about making a break for it but these heels prevent you from doing so. With enough for the heel would surely snap though… Noted. Reaching for the door handle you’re stopped and pulled into a kiss. It’s a little uncomfortable but you play it off with a smile, “Don’t worry Kazu, I’m not gonna run off~” “I know darling, but this is the start of our new life so allow me to take the lead. Don’t worry your pretty mind about anything.” With that, he places one last peck onto your face. Once again, he is opening the door for you and you guiding you to the some shops. Immediately you notice his firm grip on your waist, and it’s uncomfortable. He said you would be buying clothes but you now realize he meant he was picking clothes FOR you. You’re in the dressing room and he has you trying on all these cute coquette clothing. It feels a little uncomfortable but you try to get used to the feeling of the outfits. Some are loose, and some are tighter. In your mind, you already knew which ones you liked based on the texture, design, etc..

Whenever you came out to show off an outfit you felt like a real couple. Showing off your outfit and making comments, no matter what you wore he seemed to agree it looked good on you, even if you didn’t think so. Something feels wrong about this but you can’t help but smile when he looks at you so adoringly.

You guys go to about three more shops, all of them having a different theme. By the time you were done, it was mid-afternoon. Both of your feet were killing you… not to mention you were hungry… You both agree to stop and get something to eat.

You arrive at a very familiar restaurant… Weren’t you just here? When was that though? If it was important surely you’d remember!

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Scaramouche was frantic, to say the least. You weren’t answering his messages… Has something happened? He needs to get to you asap, but how? What if you’ve been removed from your home? If it came to it he could ask his mother to track you down, since she had that kind of power.

Knocking on the door he’s anxious, and hoping he would be met with a bright smile and worried hushing telling him that you were okay. After about a minute he knocks on your room window… No reply. Should he wait around? No, that’ll take too long. After some contemplation, he decides to reach out to his mom.

They have a long talk before she eventually caves. It feels like it’s been forever since she’s seen her child and when he comes back he’s on an adventure trying to get his girlfriend back. She didn’t think situations like that existed but he’s shown her the possibilities are endless. The way he talked about you so dearly gave her the impression you were a thing. Since she’s such a good and caring mother, it’s the least she can do for her future daughter!

Maybe he should’ve emphasized that you were just friends even though he wished for more

From what some super normal and not shady people told him, you were last seen at that restaurant you both had visited yesterday. Why were you there? That didn’t matter right now! Furrowing his eyebrows he sat there and thought long and hard. How was he going to get to you? Kazuha would most likely be glued to your side so directly approaching was out of the question. Could he signal you to him from afar? No, that probably won’t work… Pounding his forehead slightly he couldn’t form a good plan.

“You seem troubled, Doll.” A sly finger guided itself through his short purple locks.

“What do you want, Miko? I’m busy and-“

“You know it’s nice to run away then come running back when you need help. Your mother was on edge for weeks. Spending whatever free time she had looking for her poor child. Always looking for you despite her own needs.”

“Did you come to ask me what’s wrong only to turn around and try to guilt trip me? You don’t change, do you?”

Without saying anything she placed a bag next to him and then made her way to the door. Peeking through the bad he looked back to her fleeting figure before shouting out, “Wait! What is this for? You really expect me to forgive you with this bag full of clothes?! Plus, this has girl stuff in it anyways-“ “Silly Kuni! This is to help you get your girl back!” “Excuse me?!” Miko sighed while shrugging, “And you say your moms are no help! C'mon, you have to think outside the box, silly!” Taking the bag back she pulled out the cutest dress you’ve ever seen along with tights and heels. “It’d be stupid to approach her directly. You have no idea what kind of mental state she’s in, she may not trust any other man or claim she’s fine with her captor.” Digging deeper into the bag she pulled out a long wig that happened to be the same shade as his own hair, “So you have to coax her out as someone willing to understand and help her out of the situation!” Before he knew it he was all dolled up, shifting uncomfortably in the dress and trying to adjust his posture and his footing, constantly brushing his much longer locks back while puckering and rolling his lips that had a gloss applied to them. Would this really work?

“Miko, I don’t think this is gonna work… I don’t make a very convincing girl….” he awkwardly fussed with his bangs before glancing over at her. Miko held her phone up and with a click and a flash the very image of… whatever this was… saved onto her phone and probably being backed up to her cloud. “Oh, you look just like your sister!” Placing her phone back in her bag she shooed him out of the car before, then rolled down the window offering a few words, courtesy of her never-ending-kindness! “Just be kind to her, her heart will surely realize who you are... Or don’t! Maybe she’ll see through all of this!” Scaramouche could only grit his teeth as she motioned her hand at him. “I’ll be waiting here so once she comes to her senses I won’t be far. Plus! Wouldn’t want you to try and be all hero-like only to trip and fall in those cuttteee heels of yours!”

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Spoonful after spoonful you swallowed whatever food had been shoved into your face. Were you even hungry? Not that it matters. At this point, you’ve come to treat this as if it were a real date! Yet your heart doesn’t skip a beat when he cups your face. A couple of people do glance over at you both awkwardly but that smile of yours tells them you’re just a young couple in love. It goes on like this for a few more minutes before beautiful swaying locks catch your eye, it’s true you’ve been ignoring the faces of those who’ve been passing by, but this face is stunning. Your heart skips a beat when your eyes meet each other. Now something about all this feels familiar but you can’t quite pin it down just yet. Kazuha notices how your attention is drawn away from him and he immediately pulls your chin towards him, “Is something the matter my love? You seem distracted.” He bluntly states as his eyebrows furrow slightly in frustration. “A-ah, no, I just…” Perhaps you were scared or maybe still stunned by that girls beauty but you can’t seem to form a coherent thought. He shifts around in his seat a little, ever so slightly moving his chair to block your view of the girl. With a short ‘ahem’ you brush it off as just seeing someone you thought you recognized.

If you look past his intense gaze you can still kinda see her fussing with her long hair. A waiter shows her to her table that so happens to be next to yours. You bite your tongue to hide a giggle when you see her awkwardly try to walk in heels, maybe she’s not used to them? Once she sits down it’s obvious she’s not used to wearing such feminine clothes, the way she keeps lifting her feet off the ground and sliding them farther out, or how she pulls the hem of her dress down even though it’s past her knees. The way she covered her mouth and spoke in a quiet meek voice told you maybe she was shy. Kazuha glanced at you both, almost trying to understand the connection you guys had but signed in defeat, “I’m gonna use the restroom then pay for our food. Don’t go anywhere.” And with that, he was gone but surely it wouldn’t take him long to be back.

Scaramouche had to be quick about this. The least he could do is get you outside.

Trying to keep his ladylike demeanor he tried starting the conversation with something normal. Of course, this meant he would have to speak a little louder in order for you to hear in the louder environment. He would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t “practiced” his female voice.

“Isn’t the food here the best?”

Taken aback by how cute she sounded you cover your mouth slightly. “She even has a cute voice!”, you thought to yourself. Once again stunned you take a moment to respond.

“Y-yeah!” your response is a little fast-paced but she just smiles in response. “Haha, you seem a little nervous, what, too stunned by my looks?” Even though he was supposed to be portraying a meek, innocent girl, he couldn’t help but still be cocky. It’s as if you were on autopilot with the way your response was the same yeah…

Part of you felt like that’s something he would say. Who was he again?

“It’s a little stuffy in here, don’t you agree? How about we get some fresh air?” The girl suggested so innocently that you’d completely “forgotten” what Kazuha told you NOT to do. As if you’d been under a spell you followed a girl you didn’t even know the name of out of the restaurant. Her name! You need her name! This can’t be the last time you see each other you need her contact info! You reach to where you would normally keep your phone only for your attention to be stolen away by her.

She handed you her phone that had a picture of a very certain cat. Your heart fastens as you start to recall some things, you couldn’t submit to someone who only half-loved you. No, you had to get home to your first baby. Tears threaten to spill as everything comes back faster than you can comprehend.

He didn’t love you, no, he never did. If he did he would’ve stayed the first night. He was just looking for something to sedate his own woes. You come to the realization that your delusions you made up to protect yourself were false. You haven’t been in love for years like your mind had told you, you don’t know what he really feels, you just filled in the blanks with lies your mind fed you. In reality, you’ve probably only really known each other for a couple of days, during those 4 months you spent pregnant and alone your brain spun a story as if you were real lovers. Hating yourself could come later but for now, you need to get a grip and get out of here. Suddenly you’re caught up to speed and all it feels like you’re gonna vomit, your clothes feel tighter and you can feel your own skin, every pore feels open and you hate every second of it. What feels like hours is only a matter of seconds.

A hand is gently wipes your tears away,

“It’s time to go, Y/n.”

“I cant.. I’m sacred. I-“

“Don’t be. I'm here now, and I’m not letting you go.” He looked so serious, although a little funny since he was still in his getup.

Reaching for your wrist he gently and slowly led you farther away from the establishment and closer to your getaway car.

Both of your steps got faster and faster. You didn’t want to look back, no, you shouldn’t.

A voice you’ve come to hate shouts out to you. Ears pound loudly and your heart skips several beats when you hear fastened footsteps approaching. A wave of pain crashes onto you when your lower back aches in pain. You stop even though you don’t want to and clutch your stomach in retaliation.

You have to move right now otherwise he’ll catch up. Scaramouche turns back around for you and effortlessly picks you up and carries you to the car. When he turned to place you in the car he’s sure Kazuha has seen his face. Crap… Not like it mattered right now. He rushes to the other side of the car but is pulled back by a hand that is placed on his back, it’s cold and uncomfortable. Almost as if it triggered something in him he shouts and pushes him back into the ground.

Once Scaramouche is in the car Miko doesn’t hesitate to slam on the gas pedal and get you both somewhere safe.

Final Part:

When you wake up you’re in a very comfy bed. Moving your legs a little you wince uncontrollably. Memories come flooding back and your eyes dart to where Scaramouche is sitting. A smile makes itself known on your face and you reach out to him. He melts into your touch but avoids looking at you. You know you messed up big time by not running away from Kazuha like you should have… But you were in a deranged state! Surely he won’t blame you completely. Breaking the silence you ask him what’s wrong.

“I know we kinda just met but I hope you know I love you…” he trailed off, still avoiding eye contact. “I always have… It’s a shame you don’t remember me. If you did then I guess you could technically say we didn't just meet.”

Huh? You two knew each other? Maybe he’s got the wrong person. Innocently you ask, “Have we met somewhere before? I’m sorry but I don’t seem to ever recall-“ “Just take a good look at me and try to recall. We used to be playmates when we were little. Your parents were busy like mine so they would drop us off at that one daycare.” Your eyes squint as you take a good look at him, “And we went to school together for a little while- I tried stealing your pen-“ Eyes widening you can’t help but burst out laughing.

Now you remember him!

“It’s you! I- How could I forget? Oh my gosh, it seems work has made me forget my younger days!” Covering your mouth to hide a smile you can’t help but laugh a little louder. His face seems upset but eventually melts into a smiling one along with you. For a couple of moments you both laugh and exchange playful banter. Everything in the world is right at that moment.

But once again, your mistakes will catch up with you.

After the laughing dies down he squeezes your hand and places a handle on your stomach. This causes you to shift uncomfortably but you try to play it off as a cramp.

“When the Doctor came to relay your status he told me one bit of information that… you probably didn’t want me to know.”

Oh shit. Oh shit- Your heart fastens and you try to muster out a response but it hitches in your throat. “I-I canexplain p-please let me-“You fumble your words and tears pool up in your eyes.

With an affirmative squeeze to your hand he smiles softly, “It’s okay.”

“But it’s not- I messed up and now-“ You covered face with your hand, attempting to hide yourself away from him.

“And now- we can work this out, together. I promise I will do my best to be a good parent. If you’d just give me a chance- A chance to take care of you and your child. I would do anything to be with you once and for all. Please, Y/n, don’t leave me again.” His hand came up to yours pressed against your face, and slowly removed it from you.

A part of you feels raw, and exposed, yet, this time it’s different. Part of your brain tells you to run from his affection but the other part feels so defeated that you just want to cry into his chest and beg him to stay with you. Lucky for you he was willing to stay with you. Even if you were going to have your kidnapper's baby. Leaning into him you cried out all your sorrows that had been bottled up for the past couple of months. All he could do was rub your back and listen to you cry your heart out.

It felt good to finally tell someone how you truly felt. How much has been troubling you? Although you’re sure if you were to tell this to a professional you’d been locked up….

After you’re done crying you wipe your tears and take a deep breath. Your chest and shoulders feel lighter. The whiplash of everything could hit you later, you couldn’t care less right now. All you wanted to do was eat, stretch, and take a nap.

Scaramouche looked at you dead in the eye and you feared the worst. Was he joking? Did he actually hate you and never want to see you again? Did-

“Goddamit- I dropped my wig…”

You stare at each other for a second before you burst out laughing. “That’s a shame! You didn’t look half bad in it~” you joked. “Oh please- You were head over heels for me and you know it!” “Ah, you got me there! Who knew you’d make such a fine girl! If only you could say the same about you know-Ow!” he punched your shoulder gently, but considering your current state it hurt more than he intended. “I’m sorry, Y/n- I-“ He checked the area to see if it was bruised or anything but was immediately met with a flick to the forehead. “Ow-!” “Haha, got you!” “You little-“

Both of your bickering would soon die down as soon as his parents would enter the room. It was obvious how you both turned stiff as boards. Acting as if you weren’t pulling each other’s hair like you once had.

Ei placed some flowers on the bed stand and Miko would sit down on the bed with some sweets in hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Y/n.” Ei bowed politely, “I’m not sure if my son had mentioned us to you. If not it’s alright- But we are his parents.” Miko started feeding some cake with a fork as she nodded along. “I’m very happy to see you make my son happy. It used to worry me that my son would die alone-“she feigned a tear falling from her eye. “MOM.” Blush spread across Scaramouche’s face as he crossed his arms. “Ah, excuse me, that’s beside the point! What I mean to say is that you shouldn’t worry about the wedding founding- Your new moms will buy you everything you will need-“ “THATS NOT ANY BETTER!” He exclaimed even redder. She smiled so innocently all while still looking a little confused. Miko finally chimed in, “What she means to say is that she supports you both no matter what. Even if you don’t think she agrees with you,” she turned her head towards him, “she believes you both will make the right choice. We hope you both can treat this as a new beginning. As I like to say, carpe diem!” “You never say that.” Ei tilted her head with a soft smile. “Well, I do now!”

All four of you burst out laughing. You guys talk a little more before they leave for their business dinner. Once again you and Scara are alone.

“Are you really sure you’re okay with marrying a pregnant woman?” “Of course I’m fine with it, since it being you and all.” Rubbing the back of his head he laid his head down on the bed, “Are YOU sure you wanna get married right away? Just because my mom mistook us for dating already doesn’t mean we should skip that part… Plus, what if you don’t like who I am…” You pet his soft purple hair with a smile, “Well, as long as you promise not to be a complete asshole, then I suppose we’ll be just fine!” “You think I’m an asshole?” “Haha, anyways…. What kind of wedding cake should we have? I was thinking of a [favorite flavor] cake! Ooohh and we can look at the different types of venues! Ah, I guess after that we need to plan a baby shower!”

He’d completely tuned you out and just stared at you, lovingly. Your skin glowed perfectly from the artificial light, and that smile of yours was perfect. You no longer looked tired and stressed; instead, you looked happy and not so tired. He couldn’t blame his ex-friend for falling for you. Although he feels a little jealous that he’s seen parts of you that now belong to his eyes only now.

Fingers tap up and down on the bed as if he’s contemplating something. You take notice and tap his shoulder, you ask if he’s listening. Suddenly he gets up- His soft lips are placed against your slightly chapped ones. It’s warm. Your eyes widen in surprise as you slowly melt into the kiss.

Once he pulls away you’re both gasping for air. Out of embarrassment, he hides his face in your neck. He’s embarrassed- you are too. “A-a little warning would’ve been nice. I was talking yknow?” “Shut up before I kiss you again..” You knew he was too embarrassed to do it again so you teased, “Yeah, I think you’d like that-“ Instead of another passionate kiss he instead peppered kisses all over your face. “I hate you.” “I love you, Scara.”

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The wedding went amazing since his parents had done most of the planning (of course you both directed them) And your baby shower went just as well! Initially, you were both worried a certain someone would catch wind of it- and you’re sure he did. Thankfully the place was heavily guarded (, courtesy of Miko) and was also in a secluded area, along with there being a very strict guest list. You both already knew the gender so the part just consisted of fun baby shower games and many gifts from your friends and families.

You had been getting intensive therapy for the rest of your pregnancy. Those couple of months left you with deeper wounds than you had thought. Of course, you still have trouble with going out on your own and you’ve completely dropped going out (since you’re a mother now ofc) When you do have to go out alone you wear your hair differently each time along with a mask and sunglasses. Whenever someone gets a little too close they happen to get stopped by someone. Your bad dreams usually consist of you trying to run away but your legs move slowly or trying to scream but nothing comes out, and other things you’d rather not discuss...

Your delivery went well and luckily you gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Ei and Miko informed you that you had a week to name him. On the fifth day, you and Scara decided on [name], since you both liked the name and agreed on it. When both of the families came to see him you got the chance to meet Scara’s aunt and sister (who both happened to be named Makoto, although Scara called his sister Raiden since she was “scary”) The boy was blessed with your hair color (he has a red streak through it) but had his fathers eyes. At first, it scared you but with some affirming words from both sides of the family and your lover, you’ve grown to love them.

Some of your friends and family didn’t approve that Scara wasn’t the father, some even berating you and calling you names. The name-calling mostly came from Scara’s side of the family. Area

On your son's first birthday, he spoke his first words. “Mama!” You nearly cried tears of joy when he said that. Scaramouche frowned and pinched the boy's cheeks gently with a huff. Much to his surprise the boy spoke again, “Daddy!” Now both of you were crying tears of joy. You swaddled your boy in the softest blankets before you both cuddled him off to sleep. Both not believing you had been blessed with such a joy.

Once your son has gotten a little older he learned how to say the cat’s name, always gesturing his hands and babbling, “Meowmeow!” The now healthier cat would come to the boy and rub its head against your son accompanied by a purr.

Once he turned two years old you noticed how he started taking after his father, often mimicking him by making an angry face and huffing. All you could do was smile and kiss him while his father pouted behind you both. One time you had joked around with your young son by asking him, “What face does daddy make when he’s angry” and your son crossed his arms with a scowl on his face. You burst out laughing while your husband messed with his hair pretending to be upset.

You went back to work while Scara was a stay-at-home husband. On stressful days you would come home, sore and tired, but the moment your eyes laid on Scara’a resting figure along with your sons. Well, your heart simply melted into mush as you took about 30 pictures of them from all angles. You were convinced that all of the time you spent alone and suffering was worth it for this moment.

It felt like that person was a bad dream- but now, you’re wide awake and ready to face the future with your loving husband, and adorable son.

Gawdamn I don’t stop yapping🙏 If you read all of this ty pookie!! there will be a $10 mil block of gold under your pillow when you wake up 😍😋 I will be writing some hcs (maybe) and a scenario where u encounter kazuha w your kid soon!!! (i promise) Anyways i’m knocking tf out… BAI><!!

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Cute and Angsty Furina x gn!reader HCS

I’ve been so drained recently and haven’t had the motivation to finish part 4 of my series…. It’s coming soon though(trust)

Word count: guys can you guess bcs i can’t🥰

not proof read!! i ain’t rereading all dat so you gotta fill in the blanks 🙏

TW: Thoughts of SH, signs of mental illness and eating disorder!!

Furina who takes a while to open up to you.

Furina who feels so relieved after letting all her emotions spill.

Furina who accidentally blurts out her confession whilst having lunch together.

Furina who immediately thinks she’ll be rejected but is in shock for a couple of moments before releasing a relaxed sigh.

Furina who takes you on dates to the Opera Epiclese to watch her favorite plays

Furina who tries to coax you into buying clothes with her.

Furina who picks rainbow roses for you during her free time.

Furina who commissions someone to make you both matching hats or ribbon accessories.

Furina who always makes sure to coordinate her own attire to yours when you’re both out on the town.

Furina who loves spoon feeding you her specialty “Pour la Justice”.

Furina who is too busy to visit you and resorts to writing you old-fashioned love letter and love poems.

Furina who serenades you when she knows your both alone.

Furina who kisses your [skin tone] hand and makes her way upwards to your lips.

Furina who fails miserably at hiding your relationship from Neuvillette and begs him to keep it a secret (for now).

Furina who gets jealous when she sees you lean into Lyney but then is reassured later on that you only have eyes for her.

Furina who often finds herself fiddling with a flower ring (that happens to be your ring size) wishing it was a real one.

Furina who tries to go incognito and search for an affordable yet beautiful ring.

Furina who can’t decide on one and eventually goes out to look for raw material so she can have one specially made.

Furina who gets attacked by monsters but you show up in the nick of time.

Furina who feels infatuated with you all over again when you reach down to help her up.

Furina who tries to make up a lie to hide her secret plans.

Furina who purposes successfully to you on your 1st anniversary.

Furina who ensures you that you’re the one she wants.

Furina who arranges a small wedding consisting of those dear to you both.

Furina who sweats she’ll make you happy. No matter what it takes.

Furina who loves you dearly.

Angst

Furina who doesn’t feel worthy of your attention.

Furina who often spend her free time holed up in her room, door locked and beneath her blankets.

Furina who pretends to not be home to avoid you.

Furina who feels guilty, as if she’d done something wrong.

Furina who lets you in every now and then.

Furina who “selfishly” cries into your shoulder even though she’s been blocking you out her heart.

Furina who always seems to make progress but always relapses back into her depression.

Furina who can’t look into the mirror without feeling sick to her stomach.

Furina who can barely handle being near water.

Furina who can hear their voices calling out for help.

Furina who feels useless for not being able to do anything.

Furina who skips meals because she “forgets” that she has to eat.

Furina who has picked up bad habits like biting her tongue, picking at her skin, and roughly pulling her hair.

Furina who doesn’t mean to worry you but does so anyway.

Furina who often forgets to show up to dates.

Furina who feels she should break it off but can’t bear the thought of being alone.

Furina who finds herself not enjoying anything in life anymore.

Furina who avoids talking to those who worry about her.

Furina who often mumbles harsh words to those who have “wronged” her.

Furina who quickly gets upset and defensive when you “corner” her during an argument.

Furina who shouts and screams to not be bullied or corned once again.

Furina who often recalls THAT trial when everyone turned against her.

Furina who holds the broken glass against her wrist but can’t bear to leave you alone.

Furina who realizes she’s not the only one hurting.

Furina who realizes your whole relationship isn’t healthy.

Furina who packs up during the night and leaves Fontaine.

Furina who leaves one last letter for you. It’s vague and hard to decipher.

Furina who apologizes for being such a trash lover.

Furina who apologizes for being a trash archon.

The ending can be read as Furina kwording herself or starting a new chapter in her life (a healthier one)

[moochalove]

Last Nights Mistakes and New Beginnings (Pt. 3)

(yandere!kazuha x pregnant!reader x scaramouche)

This one took me awhile to write bcs I was thinking about all the possibilities….. 🥹 I think i’m okay with how this one turned out… I promise the baby will become relevant 🗣️ (next part, trust)

word count: guys next part i’ll add a word count i promise…

not proofread 🫢 just pretend my mistakes aren’t present 😋

TW: Alcohol mention

You try to get up out of bed but there’s a weight on you. Opening your eyes you’re met with the sight of Kazuha, he’s resting on you so peacefully. It totally contradicts his actions from before. He’s holding onto you as if you were about to disappear. Trying to recall why he was here causes your mind to feel numb but also ache.

Once you realize your position your heart starts beating faster and faster. Was he gonna keep you inside by force? Or was he gonna just get up and leave? That’s something he’s good at doing… But from what you know he probably won’t wanna let you go so soon… Should you kick and scream your way out? Hmm… It wouldn’t be too ideal to run out of your house buttass naked either… If you had to you would. Or… You could try and manipulate Kazuha into thinking you’re willing to accept him as he is and coax him into letting you outside even for a second before bolting to one of your acquainted neighbors' homes. Surely they’ll understand and let you in, that is if you can make it to them before he catches up with you. You know for a fact the door is unlocked since he’s been glued to you ever since he broke in.

Going through with this plan meant you would learn shame and humiliation but if it meant getting your freedom back and possibly this creep locked up, you knew you could do it. You had to.

Hands snake up into his cream-colored hair, gently massaging circles into his scalp. He returns the favor, arms with slight a bulk hug around your waist, his head lays on your chest, “You’re up.” You want to push him away and curl up into a ball but you know in order for your plan to work you’ll need to be open with him. “I’m sorry about earlier, maybe I was overreacting… Will you forgive me?” eyebrows furrow with deceptive guilt as you pout ever so slightly. Pulling him into a hug you can feel him smile into your neck, “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart.” If only you could truly be clean of his touch, at first you treasured it but now it’s something you want to run from. “I’ll go get the warm water started, wait here.” After placing a small kiss on your cheeks he leaves your room, leaving the door open so he can keep an eye on you.

You take this chance to grab your phone and message Scara since he’s the only one who understands the situation to some extent-

“He got me. send help.” Alongside the message you send your address, someone will surely come help this time.

You shove the phone into a pillowcase and leave it on the floor. Rushing to lay back down and act like nothing happened Kazuha walks back into the room before scooping you up with ease (no matter your size) and is carrying you to the bathroom.

Holding a clear glass of what looks to be water? He nudges it against your lips implying for you to open. Hesitantly parting your lips you slowly gulp down the liquids. Once it passes your throat you’re coughing it up, it was alcohol. Instinctively your face scrunches up and you fear the worst for your baby, you’d rather consume no alcohol during your time but unfortunately, you weren’t able to do so. Kazuha on the other hand is laughing at the way you choke and cough it up, he takes a swig of it before he kisses you, forcing more down your throat. “We drank that the night we met, don’t you remember? Actually, probably not. It’s pretty strong,”

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Scaramouche had been napping lightly on his uncomfortable bed. He shoots up immediately when his phone goes off, blurry eyes scan through the short message, and he’s immediately calling the authorities. Much to his surprise, they called him to the station that wasn’t too far. They wanted to see the message to make sure it wasn’t some cruel joke. Running as fast as his legs would take him he finally arrived at the police station clutching his phone in hand. Quickly pulling up the message he shows them it, immediately they realize they got a call from the same number a while ago they decide it’s worth investigating.

Someone at the front desk tries to calm him down and assure him you’ll be okay but he’s more angry at himself. He should’ve just stayed with you, even if it meant Kazuha would be upset with him, not like it meant much to him anyway. After a few minutes of beating himself up an image of you flashes in his mind calming him down.

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You can’t really remember much but all of a sudden you’re in a beautiful dress, your makeup is done slightly, and your hair is awfully soft from being brushed. Pacing around the living room you’re hiccuping every couple of minutes and your face feels hot. Every time you try to form a coherent thought it feels like it’s being melted away by something invisible. Suddenly your hand is clasped by a large one, it strokes your thumb and gives your own an affirming squeeze. He holds onto your shoulder and you both start to sway to the soft music in the background. Laying your head on his chest with a gentle smile you hold onto him dearly as his hand snakes around your waist as he spins you around before dipping in for a kiss. Upon release, you smile happily as giggles erupt from your chest. Everything feels so wrong but you can’t seem to distinguish the fact that it’s wrong.

There’s a loud bang on the door that causes you to hold your head. Something about it is familiar. He lays you on the couch and places a blanket over you to keep you warm from the cold outside air.

To his surprise it was two policemen, they tried poking their heads inside but were stopped by Kazuha shifting his body.

“Can I help you?” he asked so innocently. “We received a report of domestic violence and we just wanted to confirm everything was alright.”

“Is that so… Well, my niece did accidentally call the authorities. Although me and my girlfriend have been drinking, perhaps we were being too loud-“

“We would like to come in and inspect the house.” without warning they push him aside and immediately they are met with a wasted you.

“Kazu~ You didn’f tell me you w-hic were inviting people over!” Lazily throwing the blanket off of you and attempt to stand but immediately fall back onto the couch. “Mmm sorry, can’t seem to hic- stand..”

“How much have you been drinking?” one of the cops asked flatly. “Mmm not mmmuch- hic” your words slurred. “Would you happen to have your phone on you?” he seemed fed up with your drunken behavior. “I don’t… I don’t know where it’s a-at…” a sudden wave of sleepiness crashed over you, you stretched out your limbs before curling into the blanket. Once you sober up you’re going to regret your actions.

“Well, she’s out cold.” Kazuha rubbed the back of his neck before apologizing quietly to the officers. Before they left they wanted to inspect the house quickly, so he showed them around, in the bedrooms, bathrooms, backyard, and kitchen. They seemed impressed with how nice the house was and with Kazuha’s smooth talking they were out just as quick as they came in. Once again, he apologized for the inconvenience and wished them a good night.

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Once the cops return they tell him the situation and he probably misunderstood it. Scara is a mess inside his head. Guess you really can’t rely on cops to do anything, huh. He needed to get to you and confirm you’re safe and sound if he didn’t want you around someone like Kazuha at first- he most definitely doesn’t want you around him now. It’s already late and if those cops were telling the truth, which he doesn’t see why they would lie, you’d probably be sleeping. (Hopefully not comfortably in Kazuha’s arms) Huffing out a sigh he walks back home. Even though you officially just met he’s fallen so hard for you, this wouldn’t be the first time.

You don’t remember since it was so long ago but you both used to be childhood friends. Both of your parents were always busy with work-related stuff and it was too easy to leave you both at a daycare. At first, you didn’t get along, both of you would argue about which color was better, which fruit, who had a better imaginary friend, and the list goes on... Over time you both learned to agree with one another and eventually, you started sharing things. The staff were always amazed at how you both went from disliking each other to practically being glued to each other. After some time your mother decided to quit her job so you wouldn’t feel alone so she pulled you out from daycare. This had Scaramouche confused and hurt. Did you dislike him? Had he done something wrong? Maybe he was being mean and didn’t notice. Ever since you left the staff noticed how he played by himself in the corner often with a scowl on his face. It felt like a part of him was missing.

Once again, both of you are now in middle school. Immediately he recognized you but held his tongue. Your seat was in front of his for art class but you never seemed to talk to anyone other than your friends. He wanted so bad to talk to you but could never build up the courage. Throughout the whole year you never once spoke to each other, he took it pretty hard… After all that time, you’re still upset with him.

The final time you see him is in high school, you’re both sophomores. You had dropped something in the hallway outside of your homeroom, a very fancy mechanical pen, to be exact. Scaramouche didn’t grow up poor but he wasn’t too fond of asking for specific things because he didn’t want his mom to think he was interested in it and end up buying him boxes of said things. It immediately caught his eye, he looked around before he went down to snatch it. His face went cold with fear when someone else’s hand bumped into his. Usually, he was careful with these things yet this time he would surely get caught. Immediately he played it off with an awkward laugh before pulling away, yet his heart skipped a beat when he was met with familiar e/c orbs staring back at him. It’s not awkward at all, staring into each other’s eyes it looks like you both long to say something but it’s immediately cut short when both of your friends approach from behind.

“Hey Y/n, what’s taking you so long- is this guy tryna steal from you- Don’t worry Y/n, I’ll make sure he never tries to steal from others again-!”Breaking the longing stares you turn around to call down your Oni friend Itto. “Woah woah- Calm down Itto- Nobody is trying to steal anything from anyone- Kokomi come get him, please.” She yanked him by the back of his jacket, trying to ease the situation by removing him.

“Oh yeah? Maybe you should pick on someone your own size, buddy.” Replied a certain ginger who looked like he was already throwing off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

“For goodness sake- we’re going to be late. Let’s go!” The tall blond lady replied in annoyance, she’s pinching the bridge of her nose.

Scaramouche awkwardly picks up the pencil before handing it back to you. After that, he just removes himself from the situation.

Childe is yanking Itto’s longer hair, in return Itto has his larger hand on Childe’s face, and both look ready to take a swing at each other. A small crowd has formed around them both. Signora simply grabs Childe by the scruff of his shirt before dragging him away. “You’re making a scene, ugh. All over one measly pen. Pathetic, both of you.” Signora’s scoldings were always hard and cold. “It doesn’t matter I already returned it-“ “Oh? Who knew you had a heart! I’m sure that girl is practically head over heels for you now.” She spat coldly as she navigated both of them through the crowd of people who gathered to watch the brawl, halfway through she dropped Childe, “Ow- thought I was getting a free ride to class, guess not.” “As if, I just got my nails done. Now on your feet.” Scaramouche laughed at their interactions, he knew some people might view them as cold and scary but to him they were his friends. “What are you laughing at, it’s creeping me out.” Signora feigned a disgusted voice but she was also smiling. “Oh, nothing. Let’s get to class, Teach is probably mad that we’re late.”

Meanwhile back at your group Kokomi is scolding Itto in a mean voice, the next second she’s apologizing to the teacher in a calm and collected voice. Itto doesn’t really care he’s more upset that someone tried stealing from his friend. He immediately stands straight when he hears Shinobu’s cold voiced ask what all the commotion was. He should probably run…

You, on the other hand, are fiddling with the pen. Have you met that person before? He looked like he knew you and wanted to say something.

Originally you wanted to thank him (even though he was trying to steal your expensive pen…) as an excuse to talk to him and get to know him but… he always seemed to be surrounded by his large group of friends. You knew they wouldn’t let you talk to him alone either... As much as it bothered you, you let bygones be bygones.

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By the time he’s done thinking about he’s already home. So surely, getting some rest will make some of the stress go away, right?

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When you open your eyes your head pounds and aches into your skull. What happened? Something about this feels familiar. You should feel sad and alone but the warmth behind you proves otherwise. Blinking a few times you try and figure out your best move. Should you just get up or should you try and coax him to get up with you? What did it matter? He’s holding you captive in your own home. The doors are probably locked anyways… Thoughts freeze in place when you feel warm kisses placed on the nape of your neck.

“Good morning, beautiful.” his voice is raspy, laced with sleepiness. If the circumstances were different you would probably be kissing him from how sexy he sounded. Luckily? Unfortunately? The circumstances are waaayyy different.

Curling up into a ball you let out small painful whimpers while holding onto your head. You always had the worst hangovers when you didn’t have something to worry or be sad about in the morning. Odd… This is something you should be worried about but… you can’t help but feel yourself play the part too well. Maybe it’s the numbing fear getting to your head, hmm…

Once again he’s bathing you and dressing you like his own personal doll. “Today, I was thinking we could go get you some new clothes. Your life will be changing from now on, so you’re gonna need a new, and cuter, wardrobe! No offense but I noticed you've gained some weight since we last spent the night together. Don't worry though, I think it's cute!” a smile crept up on his face as he brushed your hair before placing cute hairpins in it. Fighting the urge to tell him off how you didn’t want to wear whatever he had planned for you and that he should go find someone else, you hold your tongue back, painfully. Instead, you reply with a hum and nod. Your hand laid over your stomach, for the sake of your baby, you're going to get out of this situation no matter what.

Guiding you to his fancy and expensive car he, like the gentleman he is, opens the door for you and buckles you in. Immediately you notice the harsh perfume smell and spot fake eyelashes, sealed condoms, and a very certain tone of blue hair on the floor of the car. Just seeing the hair strand made you feel upset at Kazuha, surely Ayaka’s brother would beat the shit out of him if he knew he wasn’t loyal to his younger sister and that one day he may break her heart. You felt bad for all the girls he’s treated badly in his life, what brought him to the point where he felt the need to treat such amazing women so badly? Not dwelling on the thought too much because you’ll make yourself sad, you look forward at all the passing cars and people.

If only they knew you were being held captive. Not for long though, a certain Scaramouche is currently deciding his best move to get you away from Kazuha’s tight grasp.

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Bestest of Friends!(NSFW)

(pervert!Ayato x gullible!fem!reader)

Unfortunately I couldn’t form a single thought for part 3 of my Kazuha x Reader x Scara fic (i’m still cooking it up though so dw pookies☝️)

Iwhipped up this fic in a couple of hours…. I wanted to do more but it’s already so long!!

Anyways😋 ik i said gullible!reader but if you’re also perverted this can be seen as a reader who doesn’t stop his advances!

Not proofread!!

Word count: idk i should really check though! 🗣️

Being a friend of the Yashiro commissioner was something you hadn’t ever imagined. The Kamisato family was pristine, cunning, witty, and decisive. Their looks? You can’t even form the right words to describe them… Both of them are like porcelain dolls dressed in the finest silk clothing in all the land (although still below Her Excellency)

Sure, you were also pretty, but when you stand next to your good buddy Ayato, you just look like his helper… There have been times when you’ve been mistaken as his personal helper. Luckily Thoma was there to sort things out.

Ayato had approached you first. You had been smelling the flowers outside Komore tea house. The way you leaned over to smell the native bloom, with a delightful smile you pulled away from the flowers and accidentally bumped into the taller man’s chest.

Before you realized who it was you quickly apologized and tried running off. You did your best to avoid any social interaction, it always seemed like it caused more harm than good. (At least as the end result)

Something about you immediately grabbed Ayato’s attention, could it have been your silky/thick/bouncy/curly hair locks? The way your skin looked so soft (despite any texture it may have) oh, how he wished to caress it gently. He doesn’t even know your name and he’s already so far in love with you.

His purple-hued eyes watch your figure run further away, he should run after you but he’s still trying to process your enchanting body that has put him under a spell. It would be a shame if he were to let you go right now, sure, he can find you with the snap of his fingers, but he wants your official meeting to be something you’ll remember.

If only you knew that you had a practical prince running through the streets of Inazuma, knowing that would make drop to the ground out of shock, maybe even fear? Surely if someone so important were looking for you it’d mean you’ve done something wrong? The only thing Ayato would accuse you of being guilty of is being so pretty. (You guys have been in each other’s presence for about 45 seconds)

When he finally finds you you’re sitting on a bench, trembling and fidgeting with your hands. Perhaps you realized who he was and now you’re going through the motions of it all.

You immediately notice him and shoot up then offering up your seat. Oh how nice you were, your kindness knows no bounds, and surely goes the same for your love! Instead, he lets out a simple yet endearing laugh, “You offer me a seat despite it being rightfully yours, why so?” You’re fumbling with your outfit, avoiding eye contact, surely if you stay quiet he’ll leave you alone.

“Conversations usually involve two people, you know? Ah, perhaps it’s because of my status you’re hesitant to speak with me.”

Letting out a squeak you motion your hands in the hair before deciding to finally speak up. “I-I’m sorry. I just want sure if you were talking to me..”

Even the way he sits down is elegant and simple, “Who else would I be talking to? It seems you aren’t the most attentive person, hmmm I’ll make note of that..” He motions for you to sit next to him.

“I’m sorry I’m just not the most talkative person…” “Of course, anyone could notice that from a mile away.” he’s so blatant even he realizes he’s being insensitive by the way you curl in on yourself. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to be so rude. Let’s start over, I am Kamisato Ayato, although, like many Inazumans, I’m sure you already knew that.”

“I am L/n, L/n Y/n, It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kamisato.” It would be an understatement to say you were nervous but you were nervous! What if you came off as rude or impolite? You’re not well-versed in all formalities.

His eyes never leave your e/c irises, the way his eyes devoured you should’ve set off a few alarms in your mind but they all seem to be mute.

“No need for the formalities, Y/n. I was actually hoping to converse with your normally, you know, like friends! I do hope you would be okay with becoming friends, hm?”

Every time someone had reached out to be your friend it always ended up with you crying alone. You’re not sure why people picked on you but you also couldn’t bear to fathom the idea of being alone forever. People are just misunderstood! If no one understands them then they’ll be all alone! That’s why you feel the need to accept anyone in your heart with open arms. No one should hurt like you have, so you just need to keep looking on the bright side of things! Eventually, it will get better, right?

Ayato isn’t dumb, he’s got a sharp-keen eye and he’s already picked up a few things about you! Isn’t that so romantic? He’s already making a list in his head about flowers that would surely embrace your sense of smell. Flowers that would adorn your h/c locks. Ah, that’s beside the point…The point is, you’re very gullible! And there’s nothing he loves more than an exploitable person. Especially one as cute/handsome as you!

The way he laces his voice with a subtle hint of yearning, the way he tilts his head innocently, even the way he quirks his eyebrow with a gentle smile plastered on his face… Were all calculated in his fucked up mind! Even if it’s all for show, he knows you’ve already made up your mind.

You’re quick to agree so, eyes sparkling with joy, admiration, and yearning. Compared to his cheap fraudulent smile; yours is genuine, an adoring yet pathetic smile.

He leans in for a hug but you back away, “Ah, my apologies. I hadn’t considered if you enjoyed physical contact. Please, forgive me.” Oh, he knew what he was doing. The way he feigned innocence in his voice made you feel guilty. At that time you weren’t too open to physical contact but had you considered how he was doing? Being in such a high position must be on another plane of stress. Before he fully pulled away from you, you leaned in and wrapped your arms under his. It was a little awkward at first for you but he seemed to melt into you and embrace you affectionately.

You guys would meet up every week at the Komore tea house, talking about your lives and discussing plans about things you wanted to do currently and in the future. Ayato would have never guessed someone like you would want to leave your homeland for another nation. The way you talked about the nation of wind so joyfully, or how you thought about wanting to potentially open your own shop in Liyue, maybe even embrace the life of a scholar once again in Sumeru, the idea of learning the arts which Fontaine had to offer didn’t sound too bad either, although the world is a dangerous place so why not train in Nathan for a couple of years, ah, but the idea of falling in love in the snow-filled capital of Snezhnaya also seem to captivate your blissfully troubled mind.

Ayato did not like those ideas one bit. He would rather drop dead or be publicly humiliated if it meant for you to stay by his side for eternity. The way you showed signs of maturity angered him just a little. He wanted you to stay “young” and innocent like a little toy doll he could control, yet here you were, getting help from professionals, forming healthy relationships and habits, you even had someone to call your lover, he can’t be bothered to remember their name right now but he knows for sure you deserve someone better (he’s referring to himself.)

His hugs have gotten tighter, and the way he wraps his toned arms around your waist doesn’t seem to drive a reaction out of you, or at least a voiced reaction.

He wants to go further.

The way his hand possessively tangles itself onto yours, interlocking his slim fingers to yours, comparing hand sizes, and the way he cups his face with your hand while placing a kiss onto the side of it does seem to get a reaction out of you. “Um… You good, Ayato?” “Of course my dear, ah, my apologies Y/n if I’ve offended you. I just assumed I was allowed to do this since we are friends.” He says all while smiling into your palm.

“Haha, of course, it just caught me off guard is all!” you’re no better, the way you cup his face with your other hand before rubbing his face like a dog. “Although, Dear, I would advise against you telling anyone about this. It’s something that stays between good friends, understand?” All too entranced by how soft and smooth his skin is you agree.

Over the span of a couple of weeks, the touches have gotten worse, he’s touching places that only lovers should touch. When he comes in for hugs he’s groping the plump of your ass and feeling up and down your hips. Or when he leans in from behind to hug you, he’s wrapping his arms around you possessively and gently nipping at your neck. At first, you seemed a little concerned but your good buddy Ayato reminds you that it’s what friends do! Just don’t go around doing it to your other friends because you can only do this with very special friends. (Such as himself)

It was all part of his plan to break and rebuild you the way he likes. Breaking you was all too easy, all it took was for him to truthfully admit how much he adores his sister and his butler/friend Thoma. You broke down into a sobbing mess admitting how you longed for a relationship like that, longing for someone to treat you nicely, that aching pain in your heart you wished would go away. And it did when he hugged you and whispered positive affirmations into your ear, when he wiped your tears and snot away with his silk robes that definitely cost more than you, it relit your shrunken burnt out heart, it was now burning brightly again, with nothing but admiration for the prince who swept you off your feet and brought you to safety. Or at least that’s how you saw it.

Rebuilding you was currently in the works, he needed you to be whipped and ready to accept whatever passed through his throat as the truth and nothing more. Even if you’ve matured a little that doesn’t mean he can break through your now rough and tough exterior, the inside still raw and soft; gullible. The thought that you might shun him and realize his toxic behavior was more stress-inducing than all his work combined. He didn’t want you to throw him away! Only he was allowed to do that. If you were to get boring he could throw you away and leave you broken just as he found you, and he would be okay with it. But he loved you too much to even dwell on the thought even more than he has.

It was supposed to be a fun dinner party with everyone, and you’re lover too, but when he saw you adorning an apron with some excessive whipped cream your lover had booped on your face he couldn’t control himself. His mind plagued him with perverted thoughts, immediately he stated that you both had some things to catch up on and that the others should set the kotatsu with the proper cutlery.

As per usual, he greets you with a hug. The only difference is that it’s from behind and he’s trying his best to be the romantic man he is at heart and is currently helping you whip the thick cream that would complement the cake you had prepared. His hand is much stronger than yours, making it easy to stir and flip the cream, his other hand is mounted on yours against the side of the bowl. Nothing is said…

You can feel something hard poking into your rear but you ignore it, maybe it was his belt.

Ayato’s breathing is starting to labor, he’s bucking his hips ever so slightly against you. You turn around to say something but he simply leans in to kiss you. His hands have long abandoned stirring, instead holding your wrists with a single hand while the other fondles/caresses your chest. He’s guiding you to the island in the center of the kitchen before he’s bending you over. Bulge rubbing between your clothed sex was an amazing experience, the bundle of nerves was being stimulated pleasantly, and your hole was squeezing tightly against nothing. Based on the wet spot forming on your bottoms he can tell you’re bound to come undone soon. Hands wrapped around your throat with slight pressure applied has you turned on even more, everything feels hot and heavy down there, and you can hear a subtle slick noise coming from below, ah how embarrassing! You’re even more pathetic when he abruptly stops, whimpering and grinding your ass against him, trying to create even more friction, “W-why’d you stop?” His grip tightens before he whispers in your ear, “They’re near, let’s pretend to have a nice normal conversation, after all, it’s been a while since we’ve last caught up, hm?” he releases his grip from your throat, hands moving around your hips before he’s rutting against your sex again at a faster speed.

“So, Y/n, how has life been treating you? I hear you’ve made some new friends!” the longer you don’t respond he’s gripping bruises into your hips, “A-ah- I’ve been well! It’s true I’ve been- oh my- I’ve been making new friends! I wish I could’ve invited them today but-“you're covering your mouth with your hands, eyes rolling up from the pleasure as the fat on your chest bounces with every thrust. “B-but I know how jealous you get when I’m not paying- paying attention to you! Haahh.. So maybe next time y-yeah?” the ‘yeah’ was a little high-pitched but nobody would really notice unless they were right there at the door. “Oh yes, you know how possessive I can be,” emphasizing the word he can tell you’re about ready to reach your peak, his pants have long since dropped and his thick length is poking through his boxers, rubbing up against your wet folds and clit he can feel through those annoying pants of yours. He wished to rip them off then and there but he surely didn’t want to embarrass you by having you walk the walk of shame to the bathroom with ripped pants and a dripping wet cunt in front of everyone.

So he opted to give you your present early, it would have been so satisfying to gift you a beautiful silk kimono (in your favorite color) in front of your lover. Oh, how he wanted you to embrace him tightly in front of everyone exclaiming ‘thank you’ over and over again, something that he would definitely savor for his private time.

“I actually got you something, Dear!“ You’re not sure how he was able to easily flip you over and have your back pressed against the island but you’re too busy taking shallow breaths to even say anything. Stretching his limbs over you to reach for a plain-looking box, he pulls said kimono out and unfolds it from its once neatly folded state. “Isn’t it beautiful? I had it tailored to your body so it should fit like a glove. I won’t stress you the details but it’s worth a lot so please, cherish it.” once he finishes speaking his tip is rubbing circles into your hot clit, he’s smacking it with his fat pink tip, chasing his own high while he fists the thick base of his cock. Your high hits you hard and you squeal ‘thank you’ over and over again with the occasional ‘it’s so so pretty’ and ‘I’ll cherish it forever’ You’re loud enough for everyone to hear and that thought alone has him cumming onto your clothed cunt. Since he’s feeling so happy about it all he hasn’t stopped rubbing against you, which causes you to be overstimulated and for him to rip another orgasm from you. “C-cumming-“ is all he can muster up as he leans into you. His cock spasms as he pumps it, his cum spills onto your wet overstimulated cunt.

It takes him a moment to regain his composure as he slowly pulls away and clean himself up. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes but he’s kissing them away whispering, “Let’s get you changed, you’re going to look stunning for them all.” All you can do is hum okay in response as he starts to undress you. Pulling something else out of the box it’s a beautiful lingerie set, in fact, the one you’ve been thinking about buying for a while now… Not dwelling too much on the thought you kiss the mole beneath his soft lips in reciprocation. Ayato isn’t too vocal but when you kiss him there he can’t help but whine as he leans back into you, “Dear, I wouldn’t recommend doing that, or at least not until we’re in my quarters~” you stifle a giggle, “Okay, okay, just help me get dressed!”

When you slide the door open everyone is shocked and amazed at how stunning you look. You no longer look like a personal helper! Maybe not an equivalent to the siblings yet, but you’re getting there! Your lover is quite enthralled with your look but is also as bitter because they were planning on buying you that. Ayato notices their expression and huffs his chest pridefully.

The dinner goes well and everyone is happily content with all the food and desserts! Occasionally Ayato will glance at you or place his hand on your thigh but nobody knows.

After all, it’s what friends do! Right?

[moochalove]

Last Nights Mistakes and New Beginnings (Pt. 2)

(yandere!kazuha x pregnant!reader x scaramouche)

Another part finished!!! This kinda scratches my brain but i need more…. so expect a part 3….

i got into some darker themes and I intend to keep them around so please be warned.

word count: idk but it’s pretty long 🗣️

not proofread 😋

TW: panic attacks, yandere themes, implied noncon but nothing detailed

Rolling over to stretch you notice the sun seeping through your curtains. Ah, that’s right, he’s still here. Well you suppose it wouldn’t hurt to drop him off wherever he needed to be, then come back and sleep some more. With one last stretch you stumble out of bed, heading to the living room you notice Scara curled up with the blankets surrounding him. He even sleeps weirdly….. You stop and think for a moment, should you wake him up? Or should you just let him sleep longer…

“It’s not nice to stare, Y/n.”

Cutoff from your thoughts you take a few steps back, eyes settling back down onto his now awake figure. “S-sorry, I was just trying to figure out whether to wake you or not- I…” Rubbing his eyes he throws the blankets off of himself. “Yeah yeah, save it.”

And you thought you were cranky when woken up early, huh.

“I’ll give you some time to get ready.” Turning on your heel you walk back to your personal bathroom wanting to wash up quickly, “By the way, hope you slept well.” You weren’t sure why you were inclined to say that. Shrugging it off you leave him to gather his stuff. Scara, on the other hand was taken aback by the comment. Was he a flustered? Maybe. Surprised? Definitely. Was he gonna reciprocate the act somehow? Hell no, it’s not like he owes you anything! Nope, nothing at all! Huffing he folds up the blanket before placing it back in the basket.

While reaching down he notices a funny looking book, “How to prepare for motherhood!” Did your sister leave it here? He was curious to ask you more questions but it definitely wasn’t his place. Shrugging he ignores it and tosses the somewhat neatly folded blanket onto the book.

Coming out of the bathroom your face was freshly clean, teeth: brushed, hair: combed, contacts in if needed. You were dressed casually, but still wearing a baggy shirt so no one would notice your baby bump. Grabbing your keys you jangle them around before teasing, “let’s go drop the baby off~!” “Ugh, as if!” his face is slightly red and churned. He combs his hand through his hair- you are reminded of a certain someone by this singular action.

Staring at him your mind floods back positively bad feelings. The way he treated you oh so gently, like a porcelain doll that would crack under too much pressure. And the way he pleased you like a lover should. As if he’d been a starving man and you, his first meal- but it seems you were just a side dish- an appetizer before the real meal he could ravish any other day.

Scaramouche stared back at you a little distraught, “Oh my g- What is it now? You look like a deer in headlights.” He’s already poking your face and shaking you slightly.

Your mind is retelling you the events of that night at a pace you can’t even comprehend. The tight feeling in the head that hurts so much yet feels hollow and empty is telling you something’s wrong but you haven’t been caught up to speed yet-

“Hey, this isn’t funny! What’s wrong?” he sounds genuinely concerned.

Once your mind starts running at a pace you can’t imagine, it starts linking certain events of your life together like it’s some tragic movie. A horrible one at that.

Scara is shaking you now he’s practically begging you to snap out of it. Oh, how you would laugh at the way he’s begging, the way he’s actually concerned. You wouldn’t think someone like him had it in him.

By the time you regain consciousness you’re lying on the couch with an ice pack on your head with a straw attached to a bottle of water. Trying to move and get up at the sudden reminder that you were supposed to drop Scara off you shoot up only for your head to pound in return, “Ow… what the f-“ this action causes you to lay back down.

Scara is practically inches away from you, eyes wide with relief and a small smile plastered on his dumb looking face. “You’re awake! I was sooooo- um..” he quickly backs off with a sigh, “I was just getting tired of being here, was just about to call someone to come pick me up. But it seems sleeping beauty has finally woken up!”

“What the hell happened?” you reach to hold your head, slowly recounting the events that led up to a blank space in your mind. Your face scrunches up, realizing you had a panic attack in front of Scaramouche…. You contemplated on telling him the truth of making up some random bullshit. Both of you look like you’re about to say something, “So-“ “I’m-“, with a small chuckle of you both wait to see who will speak first.

“I just wanted to say that i’m.. I’m sorry for whatever that was earlier. I don’t know what came over me. Perhaps I didn’t get enough sleep.” Your words trail off and your ears start to feel a little warm. “It’s okay, Y/n, I-I was worried about you, you know?” Scaramouche trailed his last words, looking off at some painting you have hanging up on your wall, “Anyways… I’m not too sure what happened with you but it’s none of my business so don’t try n explain yourself because I really don’t care ,” you could only feel a little guilty and embarrassed but you nodded along, “Let’s go grab some dinner.” Huh? Why did he wanna get dinner? Perhaps he felt bad about what he said? Oh well, it’s free food! Surely you would need to replenish all your engere after this whole ordeal. Plus, you needed to stay healthy so the growing life within you can stay alive and healthy.

You’re hit with a sudden realization that you’re not wearing an oversized shirt or sweater of some sort. Had he removed it in attempt to see if there was something physically wrong? Like a wound of some sort? Okay- maybe if you get up slow enough he surely won’t notice? right? RIGHT? Just act natural- slow and steady does it! Or do you just look awkward slowly rising? Hit with a sudden way of embarrassment you shoot up before turning to run to your room to change, “O-oh no…. I forgot my phone… in my room… haha… i’ll be back….!” slamming the door behind you you’re sliding the oversized hoodie on and grabbing your phone then putting some casual slip-ons. When you walk out you notice the previous hoodie folded up to where you were laid.

“O-okay! let’s go!” He can tell you’re still frazzled just by the way you’re so inconsistent with your actions and moods. Maybe it was just “that time of the month” for you. Scara knows how scary women can become during that time. It’s best if he just ignores it and goes along like nothings wrong, lest you end up berating him like his sister did that one time.

The car ride was silent, only asking where he wanted to eat and some small talk.

When your food comes out, piping hot and steaming, you’re fighting the urge to cool it the best you can before shoving it in your mouth, very well knowing that choice would result in a burnt tongue, and the roof of your mouth scorched. Scaramouche on the other hand- he’s taking his time cutting the food up into nice bite-sized pieces, although you see he’s also fighting the urge to scarf down uncut meat that’s laid on his plate. You both hadn’t eaten all day after all so of course you’re making an excessive amount of noise with exaggerated huffs and puffs, blowing your food cold. The way you’re both chugging your drinks down. I’m sure you would both regret ordering the amount of drinks you did when the bill is shown.

Both of you stare at each other while the bill sits in the middle of the pile of plates that would soon be taken away.

“Well, I take this is your treat? Of course for making me stay longer than I wanted to-“ before he can finish you’re cutting him off with a overdramatic voice, “Oh thank you! I’m so relieved knowing that you are paying tonight!” He can only scoff, he’s using an unopened straw and pushing towards you. Your face churns as you can practically feel your hairs popping out but you still put on a cocky smile, “I’m sure you’re well aware of what you just did? Whoever comes in contact with the bill must pay-“ “IT WASNT DIRECT CONTACT!” With another overdramatized action you’re pulling out your wallet with a slight ‘sigh’. All the while Scara is watching joyfully.

On the way back to the car you get a phone call.

Maybe it was a work related issue? Not wanting to risk it being an important call you answered it.

What happened next you could’ve never anticipated would happen.

All you really remember was that the call consisted of Kazuha, who was clearly drunk, and busying himself with a woman as you could hear giggles, moans and whimpers coming from himself and the other participant. He claimed you left with Scaramouche and he was still with you. Claiming how he must’ve left with you, since he went missing after you both got kicked out, and how he never came back to their shared apartment. The way he kept reiterating that he “wasn’t upset, just disappointed” I mean, he wasn’t wrong- you did leave with him but it’s not like you guys did anything? It scared you a bit how controlling he was trying to be even though you weren’t even in a relationship with him. The last thing he said before he hung up was that he would be over soon and that he didn’t want to hear any excuses. It scared you even more how he kept his calm and collected demeanor up. If it weren’t for the context you’re sure you’d be excited to see him.

Scaramouche is already waiting in the car, growing impatient by the second. Once you sit down your mind starts to slowly pick up the pace. What do you do? He said he would be there soon? How soon? Was he just planning to talk it out? Was he worried about his friend? Should you be honest? What if- A hand placed on your shoulder snaps you from thoughts. “Knock it off. You’re doing that thing again.” Hah, it was obvious that you were freaking out. Taking a deep breath you start to explain the situation. By the time you get halfway through explaining Scara is urging you to drop him off at his house and for you to get home and lock up, or go to a friends house.

The car ride was… something to say the least…. Speeding when nobody was around then acting like normal law-abiding citizens the next second.

Tires screech loudly from when you slammed on the brakes. Scara practically went flying and hit the window. He’s unbuckling the once neglected seatbelt, before he you exchange numbers in case anything happens, like if he needs to contact the authorities if you can’t. Stumbling to the backyard to sneak in. You, on the other hand, you’re speeding back home on the back roads. You had planned on parking inside the garage and locking up. From what Scara had told you, every now and then Kazuha will get absolutely wasted and make the worst decisions possible.

Also mentioning that ever since his friend’s death he’s been a lot more controlling of certain people. Like apparently one time he was so invested in the woman he was practically bat-shit-crazy over her, tracking her every move, monitoring who she spoke with, what she wore, and even some of her actions. Once she had enough and wanted a break from him he let her go, surprisingly he let her go, but soon after she was allegedly admitted to a mental hospital. Surely these are just rumors, right? There’s no way that someone like sweet and caring Kazuha would actually be like this? Right?

Once you’re parked you’re heading inside and locking everything up. One thing you should’ve did was let a friend know of the situation but it totally slipped your mind.

You decide to wait it out in your room. Laying on your back and gently rubbing your stomach, “It’s okay. Mommy is gonna be okay. So please, don’t worry..” Your skin is stretching every day, it’s an uncomfortable process but a needed change. It’s not like anyone was gonna see your body again after this. Nope, the one time you drop the “strong independent young woman destined to be the next ceo act” you end up pregnant, and the father also happens to be a sleazy alcoholic who was also crazy.

You could feel the sorrow in your heart. Eventually, you would have to tell your child that he shouldn’t be the kind of man his father was. Well, that can be something you worry about in the far distant future, for now you just gotta keep him alive and well.

There’s a gentle knock at the door.

You just have to wait it out.

It turns louder, more impatient.

It’s now a loud pounding. You can hear your name being called gently despite the knock being the opposite.

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It stopped. Maybe he’s finally regained his composure and is willing to give up. Huh? Is the door know rattling? Really? Is he really trying to do what you think he’s doing? Crap. You don’t have enough time to hide.

Once the door swings open you’re locking your bedroom door and reach for your phone. Hell. you need help. Oh god. He’s already at the door, rattling the door handle and banging on the door. You’ve barely opened the keypad. You’re frantically tapping the screen.

Once the call goes through you feel as if you’ve been saved! Surely they’ll come help!

A hand is placed over your mouth firmly, “Ah, i’m so sorry, it seems my girlfriend’s sister dialed this number! Yes. I assure you everything is alright! No, no need to send someone over. I understand, we’ll give her a thorough talking. Thank you.”

Once you hear the call end your blood runs cold. You want to scream and make a break for the door but you’re not sure if you can make it.

Kazuha lets out a huff before combing through his hair, “I wish you would just talk to me, Y/n. I wish you would just listen.” He tosses the phone off into some corner before he’s pushing you down on the mattress.

You try protesting to his attempts to undress you, yelling at him saying he’s drunk and that he’s being delusional. It seems to go through one ear out the other, he’s not listening. But his calm and lover-like demeanor is present all the while. He’s kissing you gently and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, he’s feeling up and down your body, squeezing whatever his hands can grab. You hate how he’s acting like he didn’t do anything wrong. You want to scream and disappear from the face of the earth, hoping to never see his face again.

Kissing your neck seems to draw you from your thoughts, “My sweet little princess, be honest with me. What did you do with him?” you gulp nervously (or is it from fear?) you reply, “After we got kicked out, I dropped him off at his moms place. I swear baby- we didn’t do anything. It’s not him I love, it’s you!” oh how you wished to rip your tongue out and scrub it clean. With a ‘tsk’ Kazuha is starting to fiddle with his pants, “I already told you to not make excuses. Please, sweetheart, just tell me what you did and i’ll forgive you.” Covering your face, hiding your eyes, threatening to spill unwanted tears you try refuting but he seems to stuck on the idea you “cheated” even though you did nothing wrong.

The rest of the night is another blurry one, but not from the alcohol, from unwanted memories. From that day on you tell yourself you’re gonna take a break from work and fly home to spend the rest of your pregnancy with your family. Sure it seemed irresponsible and you didn’t exactly have the funds for it but you’re sure once you tell your parents your situation they’ll understand and lend a helping hand.

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Scaramouche on the other hand, he’s sitting in his younger self’s bedroom, everything is outdated to his likings now but some things remain to what he still enjoys. A cracked phone lays before him, wondering if he should call to see if you’re alright, perhaps the situation has changed? Biting the skin of his inner cheek he decided against it, ultimately deciding to call in a few days.

Fiddling with the cheap metal rings on his fingers his mind keeps wandering back to the idea of you. Had you really caught his interest? You? Of all people? Pfft, as if some lowly scum such as yourself could dare to invade his mind! Yet, here you are. The way you laugh, your smile, your everything. It truly captivated him.

He thinks back to how you both practically agreed to take care of your new baby, Meowmeow. Hopefully you would be able to feed her tonight. He needs to consult his mother about his new cat so he can get all the finical support he needs. Although he’s sure she’ll just flash him a dumb smile saying, “Oh, such a silly thing to want to invest in. Well, it’s not like you ask for much so i’ll be a good mom and help my son!” or at least something along those lines.

His mind also plagued him with not so happy thoughts, like the idea of you truly disliking him and pushing him away. Maybe revoking his rights to care for your stray animal and shutting him out forever. No use in worrying about it now, it’d be best to do something else for now. Even when his mind would slip in images of you here and there. Oh well, it’s not like he didn’t mind.