#The Yandere Speaks [OOC]
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((I've said it before and I'll say it again, Shy is absolutely, unintentionally, catnip for yanderes.
She's small and cute, and incredibly trusting to a fault. She also has incredible abandonment trauma, and as a result will accept nearly any lie if she worries about being left. She's not stupid by any means but she's easily manipulated by love.
Anyways please put her in bubble wrap and keep her from going outside.))
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Attention span was all over the place, but I got drafts done!
#A Purple Flower Speaks Up! [OOC]#now i'm off to mod yandere simulator lol#brain says that's my hyperfixation right now
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๐ฏ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐:Zayne could not contain the possessive need to keep you all to himself, to not let anyone see the most private parts of your being. So if he had to convince you to let him perform your routine gynecological exam, then so be it. ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐:Zayne (Love & Deepspace) ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐:1.2k ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐:Fem!ReaderxZayne. โ ๏ธNSFW Dark Contentโ ๏ธ.
๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐:Pussy inspection, yandere themes, fingering, depraved thoughts, possessive behavior, praise, degradation, dubcon, medical malpractice, sexual coercion, power dynamics (kinda?), doctor/patient play.
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐น๐๐๐: It's time to get this shit started!! (โขฬแดโขฬ)ู Welcome to the first official post of my kinktober. We're starting off strong of course with a character I've never written before, oops. So I do apologize if Zayne is a wee bit ooc. That being said, I hope you enjoy and I'll see you in the next one! เซฎ๊ฐเพเฝฒโฉยดแต`โฉ๊ฑเพเฝฒแ See full kinktober master list here.
ย Zayne typically didnโt perform this kind of examination, he was aย surgeon not a gynecologist. However, the mere idea of anyone, even another medical professional, having access to your most intimate places was enough to make his skin crawl. This profound possessive energy he felt when it came to you was not something he was familiar with but he couldnโt contain himself. So here you sat, legs in stirrups, knees locked together as much as possible, shy for Zayne to see your most intimate areas. He had to swallow a chuckle, the stirrups making it impossible for you to try and hide yourself from him. He eyed you as he slid the latex onto his digits, sitting on the chair in front of you and rolling until he was positioned between your legs. He hummed lightly, a cold hand sliding up the warmth of your thighs, parting what you could close of your legs to expose yourself to him.
โRelax, itโs just a routine exam, itโll be over before you know it.โ His voice was calming the low baritone soothing but holding a sternness that had you complying under his touch. Zayne was grateful he was sat at a lower level, your eyes also being transfixed on the ceiling, because if you spared a glance you might have caught the way he needed to adjust himself in his slacks. The sight of your glistening pussy wasย enough to have his cock stirring. He cleared his throat, focusing at the task at hand. โIโll be inserting my fingers, they may be a bit cold due to the lubricant.โ He tried to keep his tone professionalย andย tried to keep the desperation from his tone.
He felt like an animal being held back on a tight leash. The urge to thrust his fingers in your tight heat, to lean forward just a bit and finally get a taste of you. The number of times he craved to be in a similar position, the countless nights he had fisted his cock as the thought of feeling you around him was mortifying. As his first digit slipped past your entrance he swallowed a groan. Your walls welcomed him fully, practically sucking in his digit with your tightness. He wasnโt sure if it was his own desire speaking or ifย you were wet enough without the lubricant for his fingers to ease inside of you. He catches it, the sharp inhale. he deludes himself into thinking that it's in response to the stretch that his fingers provide and not the temperature of his digits. He slides in a second digit, your walls hugging his fingers tightly. โI need you to relax, you think you could do that for me?โ His voice is gentle, your tightness indicative of being tense.
โBut I am relaxed, Dr. Zayne.โ The words fall from your lips without hesitation, being sincere in their delivery. Zayne blinked to himself, you couldnโt possibly be his tight. He chanced his words hopeful tone forced to be swallowed. โSo are you always this tight? Would you say you are active in your sex life?โ He watches between your knees as your face flushes, sparing a glance between you legs had been a mistake. Seeing him looking up at you between your thighs, while his fingers were knuckle deep inside you, caused an involuntary clench of your cunt. Sucking his fingers in deeper as if begging for more. โWell, I..โ Your voice trails off, embarrassed to say your last partner had been quite some time ago, since you had rekindled with Zayne, if you were honest.
Zayne it seems senses your words you were grateful you didnโt have to continue. However, that gratefulness is replaced with mortification at his following words. โWith how, well, responsive youโre being Iโd say it was quite some time since you have taken a partner. That kind of sexual deprivation could cause a build-up of frustration and tension, its not good for your evol.โ Zayne offered a pensive sigh, trying to make it as believable as possible that this was in your best interest for your health. โThe best course of action would be a stimulated orgasm, to release some of that tension.โ
The way Zayne spoke, so certain and absolute, had you believing that this was the only course of action to assist with your issue. And youโd be lying if you hadnโt imagined this exact scenario while at home with your own fingers buried in your depths. โWhatever you think is best, you are the doctor afterall.โ Your voice quivered albeit nervous as his fingers began to move, hoping this meant more than just a routine exam to him. Though you must admit, youโve never heard of this type of treatment ever taking place. Even Zayne himself was doubtful you would fall for his ruse, but he also was hopeful youโre agreeance was because it was him. He knew he was right to think no one else should this exam, not when you were so easily goaded into following his instructions. โYes, just like that, you're doing so well for me.โ
His fingers set a steady pace from the beginning, pumping in and out of your walls easily and without resistance. He took the thumb on his free hand, his tongue swiping across the latex covered digit to act as lubricant, not that it was truly needed, before using it to rub tight circles on your clit. He relished in the sounds that slipped from your lips, the cry of โDr. Zayneโ reaching his ears and making his cock throb against the confines of his scrubs. Unable to qualm his desire any longer he groaned. โMy apologies, snowflake, this is going to be very unprofessional of me.โ His voice came out husky, dripping with need as he leaned forward, replacing his thumb with his tongue.
He tries and fails to swallow the groan as he finally takes you against his tastebuds after yearning for longer than he is proud to admit. His wet muscle moves in time with his fingertips as they work in tandem to bring you to release. He takes his now free hand, applying pressure to the patch of skin below your belly button. The added weight of his hand makes it feel as if his fingers are pressing impossibly deep, your head being thrown back, making the parchment covering the seat crinkle, alerting yourself just as to where you both were. Even if you wanted to protest or express concern that anyone could walk in, your voice dies in your throat cut off by a moan as the pads of his fingers find that oh so delicate spongey patch within your depths.
Your receptiveness to his touch has him abusing that spot, picking up the speed at with he lapped at your clit until your hips bucked against his face riding out the waves of your orgasm as much as the stirrups would allow. He allows you a moment of reprieve, watching as you res against the seat, chest rising and falling to catch your breath after the intense orgasm. โNow, weโll continue with the examination whenever youโre ready.โ He speaks, wiping your juices from his chin, as if he hadnโt just eaten your cunt. โThough I will recommend you come visit me again to release some of that built up tension, cant have one of our best hunters out of commission now could we?โ if you hadnโt know any better you would have sworn there was a curl to his lips and a wink thrown in your direction. But, hey, who were you to disobey the doctor's orders?
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Gogo and @silver-strings-of-fateโย โs Ren trying to out-yandere each other is the best thing ever~
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on the question of love
// Yandere Capitano
sum: you refuse to eat. capitano makes sure you do.
wc: 966
warnings: probably OOC capitano
a/n: the capitano brainworms are going crazy
likes & reblogs are appreciated :)
โA monster like you doesnโt know love.โ Your words are cold and biting, the hatred in your eyes burning. Capitano pays you no mind as the two of you walk to the dining room, maids and guards at every door in between. He knows youโre trying to provoke him.
On the table lies a wonderful selection of dishes, the delicious aroma wafting through the air. No words are exchanged as you sit at the opposite side of him, and he makes no move to eat. Instead, he leans backwards in the chair and clasps his clawed hands together, as if asking you to. You know heโs trying to provoke you.
You refuse to make the first move. Even as your stomach growls, even as your throat thirsts, youโre adamant about winning this imaginary fight.
The clock ticks as each second passes by, the shuffling of shoes the only accompanying noise. The food has grown cold, youโre sure.
Capitano doesnโt seem to be provoked in the slightest. He looks all too happy to sit there for hours on end, watching your refusal of sustenance. Between the two of you, he knows heโll win this fight; after all, youโre just a hungry little rabbit trying to intimidate a wolf.
โEat, dearest.โ He finally speaks, shivers running down your spine. You canโt see his face let alone his eyes, but you know heโs staring you down.
โI refuse.โ You will yourself to continue this rebellion, knowing full well that if there is anything a military captain hates, it is that. However, he doesnโt make any visible indications of displeasure or frustration, only the same icy indifference.
โIs that so?โ He hums, and you think itโs quite a horrible sound. All of a sudden, your heart starts pounding and you have an urge, a very strong urge, to run away, to hide, to save yourself. Your fears are given a reason when the once lax man stands, his chair screeching against the floor as he drags it over to your side.
โW-what are you doing?โ The stutter in your voice is unavoidable when a monster like him is sitting mere centimeters away from you, and even though youโre trying to quietly move away you find yourself trapped in his presence.
โMerely performing my husbandly duties.โ Before you can react, his arm shoots out to grab your jaw, trapping you in his grasp. Perhaps he is unaware of his strength, or perhaps heโs doing it with intention, whatever the reason may be it doesnโt change the fact that youโre sure a bruise will form.
With a leg, he pushes your seat to face him, and locks your legs between his own. His grip has yet to falter, and youโre starting to think that when he does eventually let go (because he has to, right?), youโll be wearing the shape of his hand for a few days.
With his free hand, he takes the spoon and scoops up some of the food, and brings it to your lips. Youโre forced to open, chew and swallow, a wordless threat hanging in the air.
โIf you insist on acting like an undisciplined mutt, then I shall treat you like one.โ Is all he utters as he almost shoves another spoon into your mouth, and tears of humiliation start to form. Youโre vaguely aware of the guards stationed at the doors, of the maids and butlers roaming the mansion, but all you can do is pray for this to be over.
He is insistent on not giving you a moment to breathe as he forces spoon after spoon down your throat, and you can do nothing but let it happen to yourself because what can you do against a Fatui Harbinger? What can you do when faced with one of the strongest beings in Teyvat, except abide by his will?
An eternity has passed when he lets your face go. Youโre still trapped between his legs, the darkness of his mask staring at you. Blinking the remaining tears away, you turn away, refusing to look at him, especially not after how he just humiliated you.
โThereโs no need to be pouty, beloved.โ His horrible, horrible voice calls out to you, and you vaguely feel his hands caressing your cheek. When he stands, his shadow envelops you, and you dread what he intends to do next.
Without warning, his arms slide under your knees and behind your back, and all of a sudden you find yourself in a bridal carry. It feels wrong, unrealistic even, to say that he is doing it gently; a monster like him doesnโt know that word, let alone how to express it.
Capitano is silent as he brings you back to the bedroom heโs forced you to share with him, settling you on the begrudgingly soft bed almost delicately as if he wasnโt just forcing food down your throat.
โYou say I donโt know love.โ He murmurs, a clawed finger resting idly on your cheek. The sharp tip traces unknown shapes lightly, careful not to dig too deep. You close your eyes and find yourself at a loss for words.
โPerhaps you think I have not the capacity for it.โ He lays with you, helmet settled to the nightstand. You donโt feel quite so safe.
โAnd maybe so. War is not a kind master, and neither am I a kind soldier. Howeverโฆโ The bed rustles quietly as he pulls you into his embrace, his warmth engulfing you like the start of a wildfire.
โIf the ache I feel when I am forced to part from you, if the yearning that nestles itself deep in my heart when I am apart from you, if the devotion I feel for you isnโt loveโฆ tell me then, darling, what is?โ
You donโt quite know either.
#yandere#capitano#yandere capitano#yandere capitano x reader#yandere genshin impact#yandere fatui harbingers#yandere x reader#capitano x reader
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Hello! I really love you self aware idea! Can you please make another part? This time Can you focuse more on Mavuika and the Creator!Reader (Gender Neutral),please? (Also om how the other archons and Neuvillete would be trying to search for the reader and maybe using other organizations to help the search) if not please feel free to ignore this. Have a wonderful day!
This is my first time getting a request! Hope you enjoy!
Synopsis: hanging out with Mavuika! (And the other nations' planning to reach you) part 1 part 3 part 4
TW: Mavuika and reader's relationship is implied romantic but can be read as platonic, OOC, yandere, SAGAU imposter au, bad writing, bad grammar, english is not my first language, not beta read
Characters: Mavuika x gn!creator!reader (again can be seen as romantic or platonic), yandere Archons + Neuvillette x reader
Cleaning at bars was a tedious job. It was easy, sure, but it got boring at times. Customers always made the day fun with their gossip, so you leaned into that. It could've been something simple, like how their boyfriend cheated on them, but it was still more entertaining than mopping the floor.
However, there was always one customer every night that you were looking forward to meeting.
Always clad in a mysterious cloak that made them look like a runaway, blazing bright eyes and red hair.
It was Mavuika.
She came a bit later than usual. You decided not to worry, Archon duties are a lot after all. Yet, she came anyway, dressed the same as before. The cloak was a bit messily put on, so her hair was still visible. You sighed as you left the place you were cleaning and went up in front of her.
"You didn't have to come y'know," you fixed her cloak to hide her hair, yet she only smiled at you.
"I insist," she only replied back. You rubbed your temples at the stubborn woman. Seriously, shouldn't she be busy with work or something?
She seemed to be eager to tell you something, considering how she was holding your hand. You raised an eyebrow at her as you gestured her to speak.
"Well, want to combat practice with me later, (fake name)?" Oh no. You didn't know how to fight! Sure, you did fight against the abyss, but you barely managed to survive!
But you only nodded. Declining now would only make her suspicious, even though the fact that you were being chased around without fighting back was suspicious enough. But, you'll find out a reason later, for now, all you had to do was agree.
"Sure, but only at my day off. Maybe the day after tomorrow?" You were trying to find a lie to tell her then, but for now, you hid your feelings with a smile. She nodded, looking content with your answer.
"The day after tomorrow it is."
Your hands were uncomfortably sweaty.
The day after tomorrow being right now, you had to tell Mavuika as quick as you could to not gain suspicion. Telling her you got isekai'd from another world was obviously not an option, but you had already prepared something in your head. It was similar to the isekai idea, but it's much more believable. The execution was the only problem.
You were at the outskirts of the Scions of Canopy, where Kinich lived. She came 5 minutes later and greeted you with much courtesy.
"Hope I didn't make you wait for long (fake name)," she told with a bit embarrassment. You shrugged her off.
"It's fine Mavuika, and you can just call me (name)," you replied back. You mustered up the courage to tell her your reason not to fight. But before that, you had to ask her just this one thing.
"How did you know that I was the creator? I don't think there was any part of me that stood out," you were interested to know, after all you thought that you hid yourself very well.
She all but smiled as she pointed out the grass behind you.
"The creator is connected to Teyvat, so everything would bloom in their wake. Since you were in the nation of Pyro, where I'll know everything that's going on, it was quite easy to find out." You looked behind to see beautiful flowers right behind you. You were shocked to see this many flowers in one trail. Wait, then why did the other Archons not realize that you were the creator? Eh that doesn't really matter, what matters was that you were here with Mavuika, safe and sound. But, you took this revelation to gift her something.
You took a flower from the trail. Mavuika was interested to see what you were doing, but you hid it from her. Using the flowers and leaves, you created a flower crown for her and put it a top her head. You smiled, she did too.
"Thank you (name)," she laughed softly. But now you had to explain the fighting part. You sighed as you contemplated.
"Err, Mavuika, I actually don't know how to fight.." You mumbled and cursed your self for it. She looked surprised.
"Why not?" She asked again. You felt embarrassed for having to say the reason. You took a deep breath and prepares to say why.
"I'm.. Not the creator. Like the original one. I'm a reincarnation of them, I have no idea how to fight not do I know anything about the past," you breathed out, cringing at what you just said. However all she did was look at you with understanding, after all, she knows the pain of reincarnation.
"It's fine! But do you know anything about the previous creator then?" She asked curiously, to which you shook your head. She hummed. She got an idea to improvise, it seems like.
"How about I teach you then?" Huh?! This wasn't going as planned! You didn't want to fight at all.
"T-that's not needed, I'll j-just waste your time," you tried convincing her, but she didn't budge. Eventually though, you reluctantly agreed. She smiled and thanked you for allowing her to help.
"Just try to imagine yourself using Pyro abilities, you'll get the hang of it later." You were really trying. The amount of stress that you had to not burn yourself to death was enough to actually kill you. Still, you trusted Mavuika and her abilities, so you tried anyway. You tried and tried and tried, but nothing really came. You were visibly disappointed, but Mavuika tried to encourage you.
"How about this, you imagine something you don't like, and try to use your emotions to drag your Pyro ability out," she suggested. You seemed to find this useful, so you tried it.
Closing your eyes, you thought of something terrible happening, and instead of seeing the imposter hunt that you very despised, you instead saw Mavuika.
You were being hunted down, sure, but what was most important was that she was getting punished by the Archons for not giving up the imposter. Her face was battered and bruised, and she was slowly slipping into unconsciousness. You watched in horror, and tears started to well up in your eyes. This couldn't be! Unfortunately, you were crying in real life too, and Mavuika realized immediately.
"Okay, uhh, you don't need to think about it now," she tried comforting you, bringing you in an embrace to calm you down. Once you came back to reality, your eyes were puffy, and your face was red.
"... Sorry, can we do this another time?" You sniffled, still holding her. She was warm, and you found your self drifting to sleep. She sighed as she picked you up.
"Of course, just don't overdo anything, kay?" She smiled warmly, brushing the tears from your eyes. She wrapped you in a cloak, getting ready to start camp.
Neuvillette contorted his face in disgust. The waters tasted disgustingly sweet. The creator's happiness with another person, likely an Archon. But the waters then tasted bitter, from the creator's sadness.
If only he could just drag you out of that place and keep you for himself, but no. He'll need the help of the other nations to do so, so he sucked it up and left the Palais Mermonia. He visited Furina, just checking in on her before leaving. He'd leave some of the work for Clorinde to do, he trusted her enough to do that anyway.
Reaching the imposter's throne room, there was a long sitting area where the rulers of the nations were there. Only the Cryo, Pyro and Anemo Archons weren't there, but the acting grandmaster came for Anemo, and the director of the Fatui Harbingers came for Cryo. The Geo Archon returned to his status as the God of Contracts, and the Electro and Dendro archon were sitting in their own seats. The imposter was on the creator's throne. They were dead, blood seeping out of their head. Their expression was one of shock, as he could vividly remember the day the Geo Archon killed the imposter.
A seat was vacant. He clenched his teeth at the mere thought of the Pyro Archon. He'd get you back from her, no matter what it took.
"We all know that the creator is in the nation of war, Natlan. However, since the neither of us know its weaknesses besides the Pyro Archon being a human, we need to create a plan to ambush the nation," Jean spoke up. Everyone in the room nodded along with her, too obsessed to notice their wrong doings. However, there was one who objected to this clause.
Nahida raised her hand to interrupt Jean, turning all eyes on her.
"You all chased down the creator like a rabid dog, and now you're trying to kidnap them to do a job that they don't want? What kind of leaders are you? The creator was in Natlan for a few months by now, and since they're not leaving, they are probably enjoying a better life there than your own selfish desires," she objected.
Neuvillette all but admired the young Archon. Despite being small and weaker than the others, she still had the bravery to stand against everyone. However, this was one thing that he didn't agree with. He just stayed quiet though, waiting for someone to object the small Archon.
Raiden did. The God of Eternity looked at Nahida with disdain, preparing to answer the deity.
"And how are you so sure that the creator is having a better life in Natlan Buer? For all we could know, they could actually be running around the vast nation. And, you are one of the younger Archons after all, what use does your words have?" She asked coldly. When she was about to respond back, she got interrupted.
"It is settled, we shall find the creator in Natlan, no questions," the God of Contracts added in. Nahida couldn't speak now. After all, what power does she have to a much more experienced God?
Neuvillete glared at the Archons.
"Whoever shall get the creator first will be the one to solely have the creator in their nation," Neuvillete furrowed his brows at the Archons. They did the same, but still agreed to the conditions, not really thinking of what you want.
Now, all the leaders were going back to their nation, telling their line of military to get prepared. They had to have you all for yourself, and they will do anything for it.
Done! Hope you enjoy!
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๐๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ
Yandere! Jiaoqiu X Gn! Reader
โ Jiaoqiu finds himself enjoying your company that he wants to extend it more.
cw: might be lore inaccurate, might be ooc, a hint of angst, you being called annoying, force feeding, mentions of pinning, no beta we die like Tingyun, written in Jiaoqiu's pov + he doesn't talk, pls don't be confused, reader is loud.
w/c: 962
Immortality is a crime... No, rather, it's a sin.
"Alchemy Commission... Aghโ!! Where was that place again?! Wait a minute... Hey there! You! The pretty foxian boy with pink hair!"
Jiaoqiu finds it hard to believe that a human like you were accepted into a prestigious place such as the Alchemy Commission. You weren't even a Xianzhou Native, just a regular human. Why did he even try to put an effort into knowing who you were? Maybe it was because apart of him was curious about you and why the hell were you so loud? Honestly, he shouldn't have.
"Ohhhh, so this was the place, wow, I could've sworn I've ran into here multiple times before, why didn't I see it? Speaking of which, can you even actually see that? Why are your eyes closed?"
He wasn't exactly sure why he welcomed you so easily into his life. To put it into words... You were eccentric, goofy, and a slacker with no sense of direction, you speak out loud what's on your mind, no matter the place and time.
"Alas, we meet again, blind foxian... So you're my senior? But you're so shortโ"
You were blunt, sometimes it was funny, sometimes it was annoying. But Jiaoqiu never heard you tell a lie ever since the first time he met you. Although if he ever hears you call him any more honest insults, he's gonna spike your lunch with one of his handmade concoctions.
"Noooo!! Please! I don't want to memorize another set of ingredients for a different medicine!! Have mercy!!!"
And did he mention that you were loud? He'd be lying if he said he didn't find it entertaining, since the people there were so serious and gloomy. You were like the clown of the class, and Jiaoqiu was simply there to be entertained.
"You mean to say that in your own eyes, you think that food is medicine? That's... Super interesting!!"
...That wasn't a lie right? Well, Jiaoqiu hoped so. You were cheerful, upbeat, and optimistic at some times, he's yet to be accustomed by that kind of personality.
"Oh, yeah, sure I'll have a taste of your cookings, leave it to me! I'm a good food critique!"
Have a taste, he says. He doesn't know what you will reply. Will you tell him it tastes garbage? Will you tell him it's the most godsend food you've ever tasted in your life? He doesn't know, not unless he tries to have you eat it. At some point you were brutally honest it hurts him through the gut, but surely at some point when he impresses you, it would feel rewarding, right?
"This straight up tastes awful, this one is painfully bland, and this is, hmm... Let me taste again, ...mmmm!! It's super delicious!"
Was it a wrong choice when he interacted with you more? No, otherwise he would have felt so much joy in a long while. Bit by bit, you warmed up your way into his heart, securing a comfortable place in it. There was a saying that the way into person's was through their stomach, so why was it when the more he poured into your stomach and the more he was successful at making you happy, the more was being poured into HIS own heart?
"Jiaoqiu... Thanks a lot."
The second you were calm and silent. Aeons, you were adorable, beautiful, handsome and majestic in your own way that Idrilla would be jealous. He wanted nothing more but to cup your cheeks with his hands and connect your lips to his own. He wanted to hug you dearly, bask in your touch, bask in your scent. But he holds himself to the ground, after all, looking at the picturesque scene in front of him will suffice more than enough.
"What do you mean my hair is turning white? I'm still young you know?"
...Oh. Did time fly that fast when he's having fun? Was it this early for someone he would willingly hold dearly to part ways with him soon enough? Or was time just cruelly toying him? How could he even forget that you were a short-life specie, just how?
"Ugh... Sorry and thank you, Jiaoqiu. I mean, for taking care of me, I'm still really sick, my body is just getting weaker and weaker by the day... I don't know why..."
Time is running out. Why was his time with you getting cut short? Why? Why? No. He's gonna fix this, he can. All he wants is a little more time with you, can't he have that? He doesn't want to feel lonely again. Please... Stay...
"Jiaoqiu... Are you okay? You've been stuffing your nose into books all day. I just... Have a feeling your doing something suspicious, don't get me wrong, I'm not accusing you, I'm just worried."
Immortality is a sin, he knows that, he knows it all too well. The only way to achieve it is through the flesh of an Emanator of Abundance. The last time that went... Didn't go well. Fuck around with immortality and there will be a cost... That he's willing to pay, unfortunately for you. All he needed is to make a medicine that will ensure you to live longer, even if you become mara-struck, it doesn't matter.
"Are you sure this medicine is safe? I don't think that it is..."
Aeons! Just consume it will you!? Do you know how hand it took him to get his hands in these things!? Do you want him to strip naked and beg you to consume it!? You want him to pin you and shove it down your throat!?
Jiaoqiu wouldn't really consider himself sinful... So he wonders why he's dragging you into the pits of hell.
a/n: uh... this is inaccurate as hell, i barely read the lore leave me aloneโ ๐ญ
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obsessedloner!Choso/chubby!f!Reader) pt.1
Summary: modern day college au! Choso pines over his cute classmate. Ngl this is super self indulgent, probably OOC, with lots of fluff and smut, borderline crack really. Enjoy!
Warnings: stalking, unhealthy behavior, p in v sex, unprotected, possessive/obsessive behavior, smut, and etc. Choso is clingy and borderline yandere.
wc: 4.2k
Youโre a sweetie pie, friendly to everyone but seemingly not close to anyone. You wear cute dresses and blouses, and have adorably round cheeks, so plump and cute, with a warm smile that puts every person you speak with at ease. Choso on the other hand, though not socially inept per say, simply doesnโt put much effort into socializing with his classmates or really any person outside his tight knit circle. All Choso really needs is his family and a couple close friends, the ones heโs had for years. He doesnโt need to win any popularity contests and with his pale, nearly translucent skin, inky black hair, and somewhat somber expression, Choso had something of a reputation for being creepy. Walking down the street, zoned out eyes and a thin lipped frown, it wasnโt uncommon for a person to double take, wondering if they had seen a hulking onryo in physical form.
And so, when he met you, Choso was at a loss. Suddenly everything he did seemed so awkward and stilted. He was fumbling over himself attempting to make your acquaintance; from being assigned to class projects or during group discussions, of which Choso found himself hanging on your every word with rapt attention no matter how boring the subject material actually was, he could never seem to find the right thing to say. It was a miracle when he was able to speak at all, outside of strictly school related topics.ย
On a mild sunny day, it was a classmate had ultimately been the one to indirectly help Choso make a connection. They had pointed him out to you, who had been sitting unaware on a blanket in the campus courtyard with a book and a snack, Your peaceful, cozy study session outside was interrupted when a classmate came by to say hello and warn you of the strange man watching you from the smattering of trees and bushes surrounding the area.
โHeโs always staring at you.โ They winced as Choso ducked further behind the large oak he was half obscured behind. โWhat the hell? I can call security for you.โ
โOh itโs Choso.โ you beamed in his direction, waving one of your arms over your head. โHey Choso! Wanna study with me?โ
Unsure if he was hallucinating, Choso ventured from his spot, steps heavy as he walked briskly to where you were camped out on the grass. Your classmate gave you a strange look. "Will you be okay?โ
โAw, heโs just shy.โ you told them, your smile widening as Choso lingered a few feet away from the edge of your blanket.
โUh huh. Alright thenโย
With a shrug, they left you and Choso alone; for a few seconds, neither of you spoke.
โHi.โ Choso looked from you to the retreating classmate, and back to you again. โCan I sit down?โ
โSure!โ you patted the spot next to you. โAre you hungry? I have some cookies in my bag, made them myself.โ
You chatted with Choso about nothing in particular; he mostly nodded or gave one syllable answers as he munched carefully on the cookies you offered.ย He heard you talk about baking once or twice before; granted Choso is pretty neutral on most desserts but ever since hearing about your casual hobby, one of his favorite fantasies was you gifting him with sweets made with care: chocolate on Valentine's Day, a special cake for his birthday, or maybe you wearing nothing but a cute apron in his kitchen while he pinned you over the table and-
Well, maybe he's getting ahead of himself.
โYou know, you could have just come over. How long were you gonna stand there?โ you asked after Choso finished the cookies; you had brought extra, hoping to see him around campus again. Nothing said, "let's be buddies" like sharing homemade goodies, right?. โBesides, someone might think youโre stalking me.โ you joked.
Choso hadnโt exactly meant to follow you; he really had intended to come over and greet you properly, ask if he could sit or if you wanted to get a coffee, something. Every time he tried to approach you, Choso ended up lingering near you, telling himself he would say something, a hello at the very least, but his feet would end up feeling like lead blocks and his palms would get clammy. Besides, you looked so content to be alone typing away on your computer or leisurely reading a book in your lap. What if you thought he was annoying? What if the only reason you treated him nicely in class was because you didnโt want to be rude and you secretly thought he was an off putting weirdo? Just imagining you looking up at him with apprehension or disgust made Chosoโs resolve crumble. By the time he found an ounce of nerve to take a few steps toward you, you were already heading out of the library or the courtyard or the campus cafe and he was left feeling stupid and cowardly. Besides, of nothing else he could be near, just in case someone unwanted came along to bother you. Choso would put a stop to that easily.
โSorry. I was going to, but you looked busy andโฆyeah.โ Choso scratched at the bridge of his nose, nail grazing over the tattoo; his stomach flipped, remembering how you complimented it the first week of classes. No one else really talked to him but everyone seemed to like talking to you. He had been so surprised, he hadnโt even said thank you, just nodded and averted his eyes back to his notes. โI didnโt want to bother you.โ
โYou donโt bother me. Actually,โ you pause before taking out your phone. โI was going to ask during our next class: do you want to exchange numbers?โ
Choso looked up at you, stricken faced and back straight. โYou were?โ
โSure, this way we can make plans to hang out.โ you explain casually, smoothing out your skirt as you shifted toward him, contact list open and ready to add his name. With that brief movement, your skirt hiked up higher over your thighs just well past your knees; Choso bit the inside of his cheek and prayed you didnโt notice his gaze flicker downward.ย It would take less than a second to reach over, feel the exposed skin, squeeze with his rough hand, and then he could get a better idea of how it would feel to have his head trapped between your quivering thighs while he-
โYou mean it? So," Choso gazes at you hopefully; his eyes are so intensely fixed to yours that you almost feel the need to look away. "We would see each other outside of class?โ
โYeah, letโs get coffee or something. Also, if one of us is already busy, we can just reschedule. Or, you know, we can just text each other whenever. No pressure.โ you gave him a thumbs up. โSound good to you?โ
โThat makes sense.โ Choso types his number into your phone; the pads of his finger are thick and heโs trembling a little, so he has to redo it twice. โUm, can I sit with you? Like, right now, I mean.โ
โOf course.โ you nod and scoot over a little to make more room for him on the blanket. โBy the way, that song I heard coming from your earbuds the other day, it sounded good; what was it called?โ
Choso was wrong, assuming approaching you would be the thing to test his will power and courage the most. Now that Choso has your number (he put a little rabbit emoticon by your name, his cute chubby bunny) he has to rein himself in from messaging you every fifteen minutes and even then he knows he texts you too much. Even so, no matter how many messages Choso sends, you never seem annoyed. Weeks go by and Choso has gone from sending you brief inquiries about the class material and when the next day off is to regularly texting you good morning and goodnight, links to videos he thinks youโd find funny, songs that remind him of you, pictures of ramen from the new spot he and his brothers had gone out to eat at, even an occasional selfie that had been taken about a dozen times until Choso felt confident enough to send it.ย And that wasnโt getting into the questions, unprompted and random, about your favorite color, food, time of day, your family, your birthday, your preferred sleeping position.
You canโt lie, the attention is flattering and you find your heart seize up whenever Choso is brave enough to approach you first, when he starts cracking jokes, bringing you coffee and snacks every class, and finally volunteering more and more info about himself without your prompting. You want him to share things about himself with you, to feel comfortable and at ease. It took a little time and careful coaxing, but it was well worth getting to know this fiercely strong yet oddly gentle man. Choso who seemed to operate on a completely seperate set of rules and morals than most people yet still tried so hard to please you, as if it were his life's mission to do so. You never felt so curious about someone or so determined to have them be a part of your life.
In a short amount of time, Choso has become your shadow, always scrambling to pack up his notes and pens to follow you when you leave the room, practically bounding at your heels when you say youโre going off campus for a meal or shopping. He insists on accompanying you, offering to foot the bill, carry your bags; if you so much as sniffle, Choso is urging a packet of tissues and a bottle of tea into your hands. He knows itโs a lot, but he canโt help himself and youโre so quick to return the favor, to pay for him, bring him little gifts, check up on him if heโs looking particularly tired (usually because he was up all night stalking your socials and planning your next โdateโ)
You say one nice thing to him and Choso wants to shower you in praise; he doesnโt care if itโs excessive. Sure, technically youโre not his girlfriend, but in Chosoโs mind, you might as well be. Besides, heโs happy just making you happy. So when the day comes where you put it all out on the table and ask him to be honest about what his feelings are, Choso is surprised he even has to spell it out.
โWhat are we?โย
The movie has been paused and you put aside the bucket of popcorn Choso had just made fresh for you with extra butter topping along with the pack of your favorite candy as a surprise gift for movie night. Youโre sitting on the edge of his bed, fiddling with the hem of the band t-shirt Choso had lent you when he accidentally spilled coffee over your pretty new blouse. You never did give it back and Choso had never asked for you to return it. This is the first time heโs ever seen you so hesitant.ย
โListen, Choso, I like being your friend, I really do. Iโve never gotten this close to anyone before. Youโre very...special to me, but I havenโt been completely honest with you.โ you admit quietly. โI really, really like you, as more than just a friend. Iโm sorry if that makes things weird. I know when you care for someone, you go all out, so maybe Iโve been misunderstanding this whole thing. I just had to tell you. You deserve to know. Youโre such a great guy, I hope youโll consider still being my friend.โ
โI love you. Be my girlfriend.โย
Chosoโs tone is so blunt and matter of fact, youโre almost startled into silence.ย
โOh. You love me?โย
โYes.โย
"Oh." you repeat, still a tad taken aback. "I guess I was worried over nothing. I figured you might have a crush on me, unless I was mistaken, but I...really didn't expect this. Choso, are you sure? When you say love, you don't mean like a friend; you mean, love in 'that' way, right?"
Choso nods, pretty much looming over you; his outward expression is stoic, but you recognize the way his hands clench at his sides and his posture stiffens as him trying to calm his own nerves.
โI do. I meant it exactly how it sounds. I always wanted more, but I didnโt,โ he shifts from one foot to the next, unsure whether it would be okay to sit next to you. โYou arenโt scared of me? Itโs really notโฆtoo much?โ
Chosoโs blood runs cold as you abruptly stand; youโre leaving. Itโs too much too soon. Your patience has run out. You think heโs an overbearing freak and youโre going to run away, block him, avoid him. His eyes widen as you stare at him resolutely and it takes every ounce of strength he has to not crumble at your feet and beg you not to leave, to just give him a chance to show you how happy he could make you, the lengths he's willing to go to have you love him.
"I, I'm sorry." Choso steps forward, as if to block your path. "Just hear me out, one more time, plea-"
โI think I love you too.โ you say softly, reaching for him slowly and cup his face in your warm palms; Choso brings his large hands up to cover yours, like he's trying to get you to squish his face. โI want to be with you.โ
โAre you serious?โ Choso exhales shakily. โYou really love me?โย
You nod and lean forward barely a centimeter. โYouโre really just too cute; can I kiss you now? Am I moving too fast?"
The words are barely out of your mouth before Choso wraps you into an almost painfully tight bear hug, your face is squished into his chest, arms trapped to your sides as Choso mutters softly into your hair.
โAre you really mine?โ Choso asks quietly, his deep voice cracking a little as he drops onto the bed, cradling you like heโs afraid youโll change your mind any second now, caging you with his whole being. โI know I get carried away. I just want to keep you safe. If I could, Iโd keep you by me all the time. Is that wrong?โ
โI donโt mind.โ you smile into his sweatshirt and inhale his scent deeply. โI know youโre not a bad person. I know you wouldnโt hurt me.โ
โNever!โ Choso looks scandalized and you canโt help giggling a little at his bulging eyes and gaped mouth. โIโve never had a girlfriend before. Iโll try to do my best; if I ever hurt you, even by accident, you can hit me.โ
โBut I donโt wanna do that.โ you tell him with a pouty frown. โAways so extreme. How about we just talk and apologize or something?โ you wriggle out of his strong iron band like arms enough to look him in the eyes properly. โChoso, youโre kinda squeezing too tight, can youโฆ?โ
Choso immediately loosens his hold, but he doesnโt give you any additional space. โSorry.โ he mumbles, nuzzling his nose into your hair. โCan we still stay like this for a while?โย
โOh shoot, I was going to make a joke about you taking my breath away.โ you grin impishly and return the hug with your newly freed arms. โSo, about that kiss? Not that we have to! I guess weโre already moving pretty fast.โ
โNot fast enough.โ
"Huh?"
Chosoโs eyes flicker to your mouth and his tongue darts out to lick his own bottom lip briefly. โCan we?โ
โWhat?โ you have to gather your thoughts as Choso sits back; your legs are on either side of his hips now as you find yourself propped up on his lap. Heโs looking at you with a familiar intensity, but you canโt help feeling a little nervous; after all, itโs the first time youโve been this close to each other, in this kind of position.
โWanna kiss.โ Chosoโs words come out faintly slurred, despite not having a drop to drink all night. The movie that had been playing on his tv is still paused, the only source of light in the room. Choso had one hand on your lower back to steady you; the other was on your hip, his thumb rubbing circles underneath the hem of your shirt. โIโll be gentle.โ
โOkay. Thank you.โ you offer him a smile before leaning in again, pressing your lips to his lightly, once, twice, three times, until Choso apparently decides chaste pecks arenโt enough. He groans into your mouth, the tip of his tongue wet and broad, tentatively licking as you part your lips wider. Heโs getting loud now and suddenly his hands are gripping your thighs; you gasp, but itโs muffled by Chosoโs mouth fully over yours as he rocks his hips. Heโs grinding into you, hands rubbing your thighs and waist, traveling up your body to your chest. He loves how your plush tummy feels, how his fingers easily sink into your thighs. Choso has the sudden urge to bite into your chubby cheek.
โChoso,โ you manage to break the heated kiss only for him to switch to nipping and sucking at your neck. โWha-what are you-?โ
โCan we keep going?โ Choso pants, resting his head on your chest. โPlease? Can I touch you more? Please?โ heโs groping your breasts, staring at them almost in awe. โI want to see them. Can Iโฆ?โ Suddenly, a look of dread overtakes his needy expression and he draws his hands away back to your waist. โIs it okay? If you donโt want to, Iโll stop. I just,โ he breathes in and out shakily; you can feel him, pressing in between your legs. Heโs hard, moving frantically, like he's not in control of his own body, rutting against your plump ass and pussy to feel some relief, frustrated he can't feel you completely with stupid clothes getting in the way. โSorry. I want it so bad, Iโve never done anything before, soโฆbut I can wait, I just get so worked up and you feel so soft, I'm s-sorry-โ
โItโs alright, Iโm just surprised: I've never seen you like this before.โ you confess as you run a hand through Chosoโs hair; itโs still a bit damp. He showered before you came over for movie night; you don't think he anticipated this, but then, Chosoโs been surprising you all evening. โAre you ready? I'm okay Choso; youโre making me feel good. I didnโt think you would want to go farther than kissing, but if you're up for it,โ with a teasing smile, you spread your legs and rub against him. โDo you want to fuck me tonight, Choso?โ
Choso canโt speak for the moment, so he nods his head rapidly, cheeks flushing, brows furrowed as he rocks his hips in time with you, nearly bucking you right off his lap from the force of it.ย
โHold on.โ you slowly lift your shirt over your breasts; you hadnโt bothered wearing a bra and from the way Choso lets out a ragged curse, you think he appreciates that. โYou definitely want to keep going? Here, you can play with them; itโll feel better if you get me all wet first. Go ahead, touch me all you want.โ
โDoes this feel good?โ Chosoโs thumb lightly rubs back and forth across one of your pert nipples; heโs practically salivating as you keen and whine, back arching, your hands gripping tight onto his broad shoulders. โCan I use my tongue?โ he slowly moves forward to the other side, lips parting already, eager to know how your skin will taste.
โOh god, yes!โ your voice pitches higher as Choso gently circles the tip of his tongue around your nipple before suckling it; his hand gropes at your other breasts, pinching and rolling his thumb and forefinger carefully around, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. Choso's looking up at you through his eyelashes with a hooded adoring stare. You look like a dream come true, writhing on his lap, his shirt pushed up to your neck; heโs been dreaming of this, having your tits in his face, his hands, in his mouth, imagining how theyโd feel, what your skin would feel like on his tongue.
After a few minutes, Choso releases your breast from his mouth. โMore.โ he demands in a low, hoarse voice. โWant more. Wanna see itโฆwanna see your pussy now.โ you move up on your knees so Choso can slip your shorts down past your thighs. His fingers trace the cloth of your panties almost teasingly but really he just wants to savor every moment of this. Choso feels how wet you are through them and gulps. He's so close. Heโll get to feel you soon, feel how hot your insides are, how hot and wet your pussy will feel on his throbbing cock. Hurriedly, Choso yanks off his own sweatpants, barely taking a second before he has you on your back, head propped up on his pillow and recently washed comforter. He hoped it would be like this someday, that you would be here for him like this, naked, legs spread, his shirt still pushed up to show off your cute tits, your shining eyes basically begging for him to split you open on his cock. Heโs happy youโre his first time; if Choso has his way, youโll be his first and only.ย
โI want to fuck you while you wear my shirt.โ Choso strokes himself, from his base to his pink, leaking tip, settling between your thighs. โYouโre mine now, right?โ he asks, grunting as the thick head of his cock prods at your soaked pussy; heโs teasing your clit, loving the way you toss your head back, the way youโre actually dripping as he bottoms out. The feeling could knock the wind right out of him if Choso wasnโt so determined to have you just as overwhelmed and needy as he was feeling right now.
โIs this okay? Does it hurt?โ Choso pistons his hips, holding your thighs open as he moves inside you; you manage to shake your head before letting out a shrill wail as Choso begins grinding into you as deep as he can. Heโs rambling, greedily grabbing at you, holding you open, kissing and biting all over your exposed neck and breasts. โFu-fuck, you feel so good! So soft and warm, I canโt get enoughโฆ.wanna cum deep inside. Does it feel good? Am I making you feel good, am I making this pussy feel good?โ
โYes, yes, yes!โ your nails drags over his shoulders and back as you struggle not to go limp from the force of his thrusts. โChoso, want to cum, touch me, please, I canโt take it anymore!โย
โYouโre gonna take it. Gonna make you cum all over my cock.โ Choso mutters; heโs slowly lapping at your hard, oversensitive nipples, salivating, completely lost in the way your pussy is clenching and the sweet pain of you scratching him, the burning red lines surely visible against his pale skin but heโs happy to let you mark him up. โLike this?โ he reaches down, still holding one of your legs up slightly while his free hand rubs his fingers over your clit. โFuck yeah. I felt that, felt your pussy gush again. Go on, go on,โ Choso grinds himself into you as he rubs your swollen clit, steady and quick.ย
โCHOSO!โ you scream as your body spasms; the sheets underneath you are damp and your body is hot and tense. The way he's stimulating every one of your most sensitive places is driving you crazy, you can barely think, just feel and listen to Chosoโs low, raspy voice egging you on. โOh god, please! Iโm gonna-โย
โYeah, cum on my dick. Cum all over me, you look so fucking hot right now, so cute...my chubby bunny.โ Chosoโs lips form an oddly soft grin as he watches you come apart; he feels it, feels you cumming around him, your pussy suddenly impossibly tight as you shake and sob. โSh, sh, youโre okay.โ his touch is slower, gentle on your clit, letting you ride out your orgasm. He thinks youโre so precious, twitching and whimpering as you come down from the high. โShhh, relax. Iโm going to move, okay? Can I?โย
Somehow you hear him through the haze and your rapidly beating heart and you nod. โYe-yes, I want it. Keep fucking me.โ you carress his cheek, smiling weakly. โKeep going, cum in me Choso. It's okay, I love you.โย
Thatโs when what little self control Choso had left snaps like a twig.
โThank you." Choso wraps your trembling legs around his hips, anchoring you to him whole he shoves his cock as deep as he can inside you. Your mouth falls open but you can't even scream; somehow, it's like Chosoโs gotten even harder. "Oh fuck thank you, I canโt believe it, canโt believe youโre letting me, thank you, thank you so much!โ The headboard is knocking into the wall; all you can do is cling to Choso as he moans and babbles under his breath, rams his cock in and out of you like a man possessed. โMine.โ Choso has you wrapped in his arms again, pressing your limp ragdoll body to his. Your voice is too weak to let out more than little whispers of moans and frail, broken cries. โFuck, youโre really mine.โ Choso smiles down at you, cheeks flushed and eyes glistening with affection; heโs so close to cumming but he doesnโt want this to end. โWanna keep you here with me all the ti-time, in my bed, gonna fuck you until you canโt go anywhere. Heh,โ Choso kisses your temple with a satisfied, drunken smile as he strokes your fucked out face almost reverently. โYou like that? Your pussy just got so tight. Let me, okay? Let me just take care of you from now on.โ he picks up the pace again, molding you to him, kissing you as you go light headed; you may just pass out from this, but you donโt care, too busy getting swept up in Chosoโs pleas and whines as he gets closer and closer to his own release, though he's the one at your mercy.
โCan I? Can I really cum in you?โ he stutters, more begging than asking but either way heโs already losing himself in the sensation as his cock twitches and throbs with overstimulation. โYes, yes, more, wanna stay like this, deep inside, gonna cum, gonna cum, shit, Iโm gonna-!โ Chosoโs jaw clenches tight and he buries his face into your neck with a long, rough sob, rocking against you until heโs sure every last drop of his cum has been spilled deep inside your aching pussy. He has you in another deathgrip of an embrace but you melt into his arms, smiling dazedly as Choso brings your hand up and presses a loving kiss to your palm.ย
โSorry...I got carried away again, didn't I?โย
โYou donโt look very sorry.โ you pant, poking his tattoo lightly and let out a soft laugh. โI donโt think Iโll be able to sit up for a bit.โ
The bridge of Chosoโs nose crinkles and he does look a bit guilty now. โSorry. Iโll take care of you. Hang on, Iโll get a towel.โย
โMm, thank you.โ you kiss his forehead. โYou made me feel really good, Iโm just super worn out. Could you bring me some water?โย
Choso nods and quickly stands up to fetch what you need; heโs still a bit dazed himself. When he comes back into the room, youโre still wearing his shirt with nothing else; he can see his cum slowly dripping down the inside of your thigh and has to stop himself from mounting you again. Itโs obvious youโre tired and besides, thereโll be plenty of time for round two tomorrow morning when youโre waking up in his arms. โHey,โ Choso murmurs as you settle in under the covers with him. His finger lightly traces a particularly large love bite on the side of your neck. โAre you really mine?โ โChoso, you really do worry too much.โ Still, you canโt help but smile; heโs staring again, waiting raptly, looking absurdly innocent and almost childlike as he gazes at you beseechingly. โIโm all yours.โ you kiss him tenderly once more before snuggling into his chest; Choso inhales sharply and has to fight back the tears stinging the corners of his eyes. He could die of happiness right now but then he wouldnโt get to have more kisses.ย
โCome over for dinner tomorrow? I want to introduce you to my family.โ
โIโd love to.โ you sigh, content as Chosoโs hand strokes up and down your back. โI can bake something.โ
โWould it be too soon to say youโll be their sister-in-law?โ
โHm, letโs hold off on that for a while.โ
โOkay, I can wait.โ Choso smiles, kissing your head gently. โDo you want to have kids?โ
โChoso.โ
โSorry, right.โย
โItโs alright.โ you murmur sleepily. โTalk later, sleep now.โ
โOkayโฆ.can we do it again when you wake up?โ
โYes.โ
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โ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐...
โ...AND SHE'S FALLING ASLEEP, AS SHE'S WALKING WITH STRANGERS.โ
synopsis: satoruโs had his eye on you for a while, who other than his best friend, suguru, to help him get you home?
warnings: dark content/ageless + minors DNI. afab!fem reader, modern au, naive/shy! reader, non curse! au. yandere!satoru. drugging, dubcon, voyeurism(sort of), non-consensual picture taking/recording, dacryphilia, fingering, p*ssy slapping, creamp*e, restraints, possessive behavior, blackmail, degradation, praise, pet names (baby, princess, angel, good girl), drooling, your friends are really shitty, suguru calls u a slut like one time. suguru is mean, satoru is less mean kind of, he's probs ooc at times. that should be it, if i forgot anything pls lmk.
ft + wc: mainly gojo x reader, lil bit of suguru x reader. around 5.8k.
network: @enchantedforest-network
a/n: well. this was a doozy lol. i started it back in mid september and it's taken me around a month to get here which is actually pretty fast for me! this was supposed to be part of my first mini kinktober but u can see with the pace i'm writing at... well LOL. anyways, big thank you to wallaby for actually getting me out of the rut to write this, koca the loml for helping me w satoru's dialogue (dirty talk)!! @sxgars for the banner, and nie, the other loml, for proofreading!
the embers burn under the twilight sky, as gojo satoruโs laugh bounces amongst the crowd. with feet buried in the sand, hands stuck in your hoodie, you stare at the bonfire. every so often, someoneโll throw another log in to keep it burning, the wood crackling like fireworks. itโs an interesting set of sounds, sights, and smells.ย ย
your eyes flicker throughout the people surrounding you, some chatting away, some speaking only through makeout sessions, some are probably even arguing. none of them are your friends, not even acquaintances. youโre not sure why you agreed to come out tonight, coaxed by your own friends, who swore up and down they wouldnโt leave you alone this time, but ditched you when they found their hook up for the night.ย
meanwhile, on the other side of the bonfire is gojo, handsome with snowy hair and blue eyes hidden behind his staple sunglasses, but loud and boisterous as he jokes with his friends, a small semi circle of individuals surrounding him. must be nice, you think before sighing and taking another sip of your watered down alcoholic drink, looking away when a voice calls out to you making you jump a little.ย
โyou alright?โ he asks, squatting down to reach your eye level as you sit. when you look back, itโs geto suguru right in front of you, his own drink in hand, illuminated by the fiery light of the bonfire and the pale moonlight, the colors clashing against his skin.ย
โiโm fine,โ you reply, trying to keep your voice steady, but youโre already ready to back away. youโve always thought geto was handsome, tall, with dark hair and dark eyes, and an aura you just couldnโt read. perhaps it was the infatuation that kept you here on this sandy beach, even when your friends were long gone, eyes always finding him whenever one of you passed by each other at parties like this. โyou?โย
โitโs alright,โ he shrugs, pulling out a cigarette from his shirt pocket and leaning back, using the bonfire to light it up. you watch as he brings it back to his lips and takes a long drag, cheeks hollowing as he inhales, before making sure to blow away from you. โmuch better when thereโs a pretty girl around.โย ย
you heat up, looking at your toes, peeking through the sand. โ.. thank you,โ you reply, struggling to look at him as he takes a seat next to you on your towel. โyouโre not so bad yourself. youโre geto suguru, right?โย
โwhy, thank you,โ he says, scooting closer to you, โand i am. whatโs your name?โย
you give him your name, heart pounding away at the close proximity. beyond the scent of smoke, he smells woodsy, sort of like incense. you wonder if you smell similarly, your vanilla perfume mixing in with the bonfire fumes.ย
โpretty name,โ he says before he repeats it back, the syllables rolling off his tongue easily and straight into your stomach, โyou staying out much longer?โ
he makes you dizzy, and somewhat anxious, you were never planning - at least in this lifetime - on ever meeting him, let alone actually speaking to him. youโre not used to this, more comfortable with people watching than interacting.
you shake your head, โnah, i was gonna head home soon,โ you glance out toward the ocean swells, waves crashing against the beach before they recede back into the tide. โmy friends are already gone, so thereโs not much else for me to do.โ
โaw, really? thatโs a shame,โ he replies and you peek back, his mouth pressed into a hard line, hisย thumb tapping against his cheek, before he nods, brightening up. โneed someone to walk you home?โย
you pause, โumโฆ no, itโs okay, i-โ
โyouโre gonna walk home this late at night?โ he asks, cutting you off with an eyebrow raised, โby yourself?โย
you glance over at the darkened road, the dim lights of the city sprinkled far off in the distance. itโs foreboding and who knows what lurks in the dark? besides, wouldnโt it be better to walk home with someone? the warm amber light from the fire plays on his face as you glance back at him.ย
โi donโt bite,โ he continues, giving a reassuring smile as his hands come up playfully, โi swear.โย ย
โโฆ okay,โ you give in, nodding, โsure.โ you make a move to get up, but he stops you.ย
โwait,โ he starts, bringing his drink up closer towards you. โletโs have a toast.โ
you giggle, the tension easing out of you, before holding yours up as well, โa toast to what?โย
he smiles back, โto new friendship.โ he tips his cup to yours, but doesnโt take into account how much stronger his clink would be compared to yours. the rest of your sticky drink crashes down onto you, spilling and seeping through your clothes, while suguruโs quick to mutter out, โoh shit, sorry!โย
you shake your head, โdonโt worry! itโs fine!โ but suguru isnโt hearing it, his cigarette dangling haphazardly from his mouth as his brow is scrunched in concentration while he tries his best to wipe at the mess with his hands. embarrassingly, your core flutters at his touch, especially when his fingers swipe across your thighs.ย
โlet me clean you up,โ he says, half mumbled from the cig, handing his drink over to you, before unzipping his jacket. โdonโt have any napkins on me, sorry.โย
your nerves continue to fire off, getting the best of you and the words of โreally! itโs fine!โ die off your tongue. you glance around, looking for something, anything, to take your mind off of getoโs sweater dragging across your exposed skin, especially when he dips down in between your thighs dangerously close to your heat, to dab at the liquid thatโs dripping off your body.ย
gojoโs laugh booms again, causing you to glance over at him and you welcome the distraction. you catch his eye and he gives you an excited little wave, catching you off guard. you wonder if he can see just how flustered you are, but still, you raise your own hand back and he grins wider, before breaking eye contact as someone else calls for his attention.ย
in an effort to calm your nerves, the recent memory of gojoโs affable bright smile definitely not helping, you take a big swig of suguruโs drink, forgetting itโs not even yours. his drink is stronger, thanks to the lack of melted ice, burning as it slides down your throat which makes you cough up some, scrunching your nose as some liquid runs down the side of your mouth.ย
but geto uses a thumb to catch it, smirking at the way you blink up at him bewildered, โall clean.โย
you take a breath to steady yourself before speaking, โum, could youโฆย take me home?โ you push his hands away, wanting nothing more than to hide under the safety of your covers. at this rate, you might pass out, the nightโs been a bit too eventful for your taste.ย
he nods, getting up and dusting himself before reaching out with an outstretched hand. you take it without hesitation, tensing when he starts to brush the sand off your shorts. you let him do that for a few moments, breathing hitching when his hand gets concerningly close to the bare skin of the back of your thighs, heart thrumming in your chest and pounding in your ears.
โjust making sure,โ he says, before he throws his cigarette into the pit, slinging his jacket over his shoulder. โlead the way, princess.โ he grins as he steps off to the side to make room and give a small courtesy bow which makes you laugh.ย
he makes eye contact with satoru and gives a small wave before leaving with you, catching you each time you stumble in the sand, marked by shoe and foot prints from excited partygoers. he lets you know that heโs got you each time while you mutter out various โsorryโs!โ meanwhile, gojo peers over his friends, eyes honing in on your forms before he says a quick goodbye to them and runs off.ย
as the two of you are finally on solid land, you hear a โwait a minute!โ and glance back. jogging towards you is none other than gojo satoru and suddenly you feel like throwing up. youโre not too good at meeting a new person, let alone two.ย
โhi!โ he says as he huffs, hands placed on his knees.ย
โare you actually winded from that?โ geto laughs, a pretty little tune that plays on your ear.ย
โi drank so much, dude. give me a break.โ gojo responds.ย
youโre even more uncomfortable as the two of them joke around, stuffing your hands into your pockets as you stare at the ground. satoru shifts so heโs in your view, bending sideways, pretty snowy hair falling down his face.ย
โanywaysโฆ hey.โ he says again but softer this time, twinkly eyes on yours as the corners of his lips upturn. โiโm satoru.โย
โhi,โ you say, giving a small wave, before you state your name. โnice to meet you.โย
nervously, you glance back up at geto, who smiles reassuringly back at you. with your heart definitely beating a mile a minute, you back away. โitโs this way.โ you say, jutting your thumb behind you, and the two friends nod.ย
โweโll follow you,โ geto says, nudging gojo to stand up straight, who in turn, elbows him back. โgo ahead.โย
you nod, trudging forward, listening to their continued talk behind you. itโs just their voices, the sea breeze, and the sound of shoes on pavement as you walk. you look back towards them, taking a moment to eye them, you drink in their tall, built forms, the matching dark outfits, sweaters and all, and for a bit, you decide to trust them. you trust the easy going smiles, the laid-back banter, and the way that satoru smiles each time he looks at you does a lot to ease the tension in your body.ย
itโs not too long into your walk, maybe only 30 minutes since you took the last of your drink, before you start to feelโฆ strange. thereโs a heaviness that starts to settle in your limbs, your mind going foggy. you reach out, grabbing onto one of their sleeves, whoโs sleeve? youโre not sure, but you grasp it trying to dig your nails into the cotton fabric, as your knees buckle from your own weight.ย
โhey? are you okay?โ a voice asks, bouncing around your brain as the scenery starts to spin. you mustโve grabbed suguruโs sleeve, as you try to focus on the inky strands of hair that fall past his shoulders. you reach out with your other arm, trying to grab onto something as you continue to fall, a ring starting to settle in your ears.ย
โgeto?โ you call, as you feel another large hand on your lower back, trying to keep you steady. โi think, i needโฆ to go home.โ but you donโt hear a reply as the void takes over you, swallowing you up, as you fall completely unconscious into the arms of geto suguru.ย
the two of them are quiet, the easy-going atmosphere suddenly gone. youโre thrown over getoโs arm haphazardly, limbs limp, as they stare down at you. gojo speaks first.
โthat was quick,โ he says, bending down to brush your hair away from your face. โhow much did you give her?โ he trails his finger down your cheek, poking the skin, before tracing the outline of your lips. he has half a mind to kiss you, but decides against it, wanting his first with you to be when youโre awake.
โthe usual,โ geto responds and if you were awake, youโd see he feels a little colder, eyes almost vacant. โyou wanna carry her? you like her more donโt you?โย
โi donโt just like her,โ gojo responds, before heโs lifting you out of getoโs arms. โiโm gonna make her my girlfriend and depending on how well things go, iโll marry her soon.. ish.โ he cradles you gently, carrying you in his arms, princess-style like as he watches you with mirth filled eyes.ย
geto rolls his eyes, โoh yeah, iโm sure sheโs gonna wanna date you after this.โย
gojo snorts, glaring daggers at his best friend, โsheโs not gonna have a choice.โย
maybe if you werenโt so naive, you wouldnโt have ended up like this. you blink awake, body still heavy from whatever drug was, or perhaps is, still coursing through your veins. the lull of sleep continues to beckon you over, the weight of your eyelids aiding in itโs cause, but you try to stay awake. something feels wrong.ย
you decide to start with your legs, wiggling them around when you realize youโre in a bed rubbing your legs against the silken sheets. you focus upwards, wanting to move your arms to prop yourself up, until you realize: you canโt.
the rope around your wrists is tight, coiled up and keeping you locked in place. even as you try your best to wriggle out of them, youโre doing nothing but giving yourself rope burns as panic starts to settle within your bones.the room youโre in looks normal enough, a desk off to the side, jacket hanging on the door, but thereโs something sinister in how normal it looks. and you wonder just whose bedroom is this?ย
โoh, hey, youโre up.โ you hear as the bed dips under the newly added weight. itโs gojo, peering down at you. heโs taken off his top and jacket, leaving only his pants, and if you werenโt terrified, youโd probably appreciate the sight. you can see his eyes clearly now, his sunglasses sitting atop his nightstand and as beautiful as they are, you canโt be lost in them for long.ย
โgojo?โ you try, voice barely louder than a whisper.ย
โcall me satoru.โ he responds, a pretty smile gracing his features.ย
โwhere..โย
โare you?โ another voice chimes in, a voice thatโs sweet, almost mockingly so. you glance towards the direction itโs coming from to see suguru, head leaning against his open palm. he smiles when the two of you make eye contact, the same disarming smile he gave you a few hours ago. โheyo~โ
youโre still disoriented, glancing back between the two of them as you try your best to slide out of the binds.ย
โhey, hey,โ satoru starts, placing a hand over your wrists, โyouโre gonna hurt yourself, baby.โ his warmth isnโt comforting, itโs terrifying and the way that pet name falls off his tongue so easily freaks you out further. just where the fuck are you?
you can feel your tears welling up, nevermind the fact that your consciousness is still foggy. youโre exposed - vulnerable - with two men youโve only met recently. thereโs goosebumps on your skin, clad in nothing but your panties as you try to curl in on yourself, but gojo wonโt let you. instead, he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer, your head resting on his thigh.ย
โgojo,โ you plead, starting to sniffle, โi wanna go homeโฆโย
โsatoru.โ he reminds you gently, before his hand starts to trail up and down your side, trying his best to comfort you. โiโll take you home later, okay?โย
you shake your head, tears starting to fall, little droplets stain his pants, โwhy not now-โ
โtold you,โ suguru drawls, interrupting you while his expression remains uninterested, โsheโs scared out of her mind.โย
โthanks suguru, great input.โ satoru deadpans, shooting him a glare before his focus is back on you. โi canโt take you home yet, but i will. i promise.โ and those words shoot straight to your stomach. itโs so eerily similar to earlier, when geto promised heโd take you home and that he was safe.ย
โmy friendsโฆโ you mumble, โare gonna notice iโm missing.โ itโs a pathetic attempt of a threat, your friends are already long gone and home for the night, but thereโs the hope that when morning comes and your โiโm homeโ text doesnโt show up, theyโre bound to notice, right?ย
โhm? which ones? the ones that left you or the ones that let us take you here? oh wait, those are the same ones.โ suguru taunts, snickering as the pit in your stomach grows by the moment, โitโs really funny what people will do for money.โย
you furrow your brow, heart shattering at the confession, because thereโs no way your friends would sell you out. but the shit-eating grin that wonโt leave suguruโs face, almost as if itโs etched in stone, silently confirms your worst fears. โi donโtโฆโ - understand is the word that should be said, but it escapes you like the sand between your fingers on that fucking beach that you never shouldโve been at in the first place.ย
โokay, so, donโt freak out.โ gojo starts, before muttering, โwell i guess you already are, huh.โ on the brightside, the drug suguru gave you is strong enough that the disorientation nestled so deeply within you is able to keep your screaming at bay.ย
satoruโs focus, unlike yours, is almost too sharp. heโs been chasing after you for a while, but finally having you in his headlights is driving him insane. the tips of his fingers continue tracing up your arm til they find the depressions in your neck, that he has half a mind to wrap around to see what youโd look like with his hand as a necklace. but that can wait, heโll be soft with you for the first time.ย
โthe important thing is that youโre here with me. you came out to have fun right? have fun with me and iโll take you home.โ he winks, his easy-going front still on full force as he tries to calm you down, but you flinch when he gets a little too close to your lips.ย
in your mind you know, thereโs always a catch. โwhat do you want from me?โ you ask, voice featherlight, but everyone in the room knows what it is he wants.ย
โi think you know,โ suguru chimes and if you could curse him out, you probably would. โwhy else would we bring you here?โย
โhmm,โ gojo hums, his thumb gliding across the top of your cheek to swipe at some of your tears. โyou know, youโve been coming around to our little get togethers for a while, but this is probably our first real conversation.โ
gojoโs always liked you. when he first saw you, he thought you were cute. doe-eyed and clumsily searching for an open spot to sit while you did your best to hold onto your friendโs shirt, you caught his eye. cuter still were the pretty laughs that came from you, sometimes even snorting when something particularly funny was said.ย
there was a minor issue though: youโd never look at him, no matter how much he bounced off the walls, even when heโd head over and say โhiโ to your friends, you scampered away much more interested in your hands situated in your lap. and maybe that was the charm, you were prey he wanted to catch.ย
it wasnโt long til he noticed your quick, continued glances at suguru and how you only did it when you were sure he wouldnโt notice you. he was sulky at first, irritated that his best friend seemed to take his spotlight, but who is geto suguru if not gojo satoruโs closest and greatest friend? and with enough prying, geto got the information out of him and simply laughed. gojo was a little hesitant when geto suggested a plan, something they havenโt done in a while.ย
โi dunno, i thought we decided we were over that.โ satoru pouted that day as he stared off, focused on the others at the park.ย
โyou got any bright ideas, lover boy?โ suguru retorted, leaning back on the park bench, hands in his pockets.ย
โnah.โ he shrugged, elbows on his knees and bent forward. and so they ended up here again, except, in gojoโs bedroom for once.ย
โyou know your friends were pretty easy to convince,โ satoru grimaces, his thumb swiping at your tears. โyou should really get some new ones.โย
youโre unsure if youโre more mortified than flattered that satoru feels so strongly for you. but there are no words that spring up in your mind, thereโs nothing you can possibly say.ย
โlisten, the goal here, princess,โ suguru starts putting emphasis on the pet name as he gestures between you and gojo. โis that satoru fucks you, youโre his girl, and you guys get to live happily ever after.โย
โ...and if i refuse?โ you counter, but your voice is still barely above a whisper as tears continue to fall down your face.ย
โdunno if you wanna do that.โ satoru sighs, before he catches the phone that suguru throws over. he opens it up, before turning it towards you revealing the photos they took of you earlier, tied up and exposed. โi mean you do look really cute in these, but iโd rather they stay in our circle for now.โย
the weight of that word is heavy, because there is no universe in which youโre allowed to say no. youโve fallen deep into their sticky web with no chance of climbing out, the only thing left is for their fangs to sink into you. the images theyโve taken burn into your mind and you steel yourself to find your resolve.ย
thereโs a few pros when you think about it. gojoโs handsome, a little funny, and seems to actually like you. youโre not entirely sure if it outweighs the con of fucking drugging and then kidnapping you, but what can you do with the cards youโve been dealt? geto is whole nother can of worms you donโt feel like delving into.ย
โfine.โ you sniffle and gojo perks up, lips curling up into a smile. โโฆ iโll do whatever you want.โย ย
โtold you sheโd say yes.โ he singsongs as the other rolls his eyes. โthat settles it, youโre officially apart of the gojo clan!โ neither you, nor suguru, have the heart to tell him that you didnโt actually agree to marriage.ย
โwell then!โ suguru claps, making you jolt. โletโs get started, yeah?โ he shifts from his spot, moving til heโs back up against the headrest. โletโs get you a little more comfortable,โ he says, pulling you up til your back is flush against his clothed chest. โthatโs better.โย
you donโt have time to worry about just how fast things are going when satoru slots himself between your legs, heart racing in fear mixed with anticipation when he pushes your panties to the side as his fingers flutter around your clit.ย
meanwhile, suguru is pulling your thighs back, locked beneath his elbows. as much as you want to close your legs, you canโt. suguruโs too strong for you.ย
โyou donโt need these, right?โ gojo mutters, hands gripping one side of your underwear, but thereโs no reason to answer as he rips them clean apart, chucking them onto the floor.ย
itโs silent for a moment as satoru watches the rise and fall of your chest, quickened in your panicked state, before his eyes meet yours. he grins, โman, youโre so fucking cute, you know?โย
you heat up under his gaze, and you try to look away, but he simply leans in, so close your noses almost touch as he stares deeply into you before looking down at your lips. your breath hitches again as his lips ghost over yours and you shut your eyes when he asks, โcan i?โย
itโs an odd first kiss with your hands tied up and his best friend in the same bed as you in a tangled mess of limbs but heโs surprisingly soft. youโre falling, so deeply into the kiss that you donโt notice the way suguru pulls your knees up more so he can get better access to your chest.ย
you squeak when you feel a pinch on your nipple, suguru seemingly getting bored and deciding to pass the time playing with you. your squeals soon turn to moans as he rolls the nub between his fingers and satoru uses the opportunity to slip his tongue in, spit mixing with yours as your mouths mesh together.ย
his fingers find their way downward again, lightly trailing up and down your folds with feather light touches, making you twitch each time he brushes against your clit. you jolt when he sinks a finger in, encouraged by the wetness of your hole, pushing back against geto in an attempt to squirm away, but you canโt, sandwiched between two men who can do whatever they want, however they want.ย ย
gojoโs good, adding in another thick finger to your slick heat and sliding in your gummy walls. itโs different from when you do it, your digits are slender and smaller than his. you keel, moaning and thighs trembling, but gojoโs lips stay firmly on yours as does getoโs hand which continues to pinch and palm at your breast, sending ripples of hot pleasure through you.ย
โyou gonna cum on his fingers, pretty?โ geto murmurs, voice low as he nips at your ear.ย
satoru continues to pump away, fingers curling into your sweet spot and dotting your vision in stars of white. he picks up the pace when you mewl louder, the sound rushing straight to his dick as your slick rolls down his hand. you press further into suguru, whimpering and thighs tensing before you cum messily on satoruโs fingers, bucking and kicking as much as he allows you.ย
โthatโs it,โ suguru drawls, his hot breath on your ear, โgood fuckinโ job.โ he says it like heโs the one inside you, churning up your insides.ย
satoru pulls away, a small trail of saliva connecting the two of you that he laps up with his tongue. he slightly groans at your pretty spit slicked lips, before heโs taking out his aching cock. heโs big. big enough to make you whimper as he rubs your juices over his cockhead, precum already beaded on his tip, before running it through your sensitive folds. heโs slow, wanting to enjoy his first time with you, as he lines up to your still twitching entrance.ย
โfuck,โ he hisses as he sinks inch by inch into your dripping pussy. the stretch drives you insane even with the prep beforehand and he stills when he bottoms out, hips flush with yours. โsucked me all in, huh?โย
suguru and satoru move like theyโre syncโd, somehow knowing what the other wants to do. suguruโs hands are replaced as satoru pushes your knees back up against your chest as your head lolls backward onto suguruโs shoulder, mouth agape.
โah, ah,โ suguru tuts, cupping your cheeks with one hand before forcing you to look back at the other. โlet him see your pretty face.โย
โs-sorry,โ you manage to say before satoru starts moving, your breath getting caught in your throat as you mewl out, โoh, fuck.โย
a breathless smile falls on satoruโs face, as he watches yours contort in pleasure with each slow drag of his cock within your tight walls that seem to swallow him up with each thrust. your embarrassment is long gone, replaced with a fervent need as satoru fucks every single thought out of your brain.ย
โsatoru,โ you whimper and he digs his nails harder into your thighs, to not blow his load right then and there, but the way you plead his name as you stare up at him with needy, glass-blown eyes almost sends him over the edge. โsatoru.โย
โyeah?โ he coos, leaning in and tilting his head, as he slows the pace down, โwhat do you want from me, baby?โย
โuse your words,โ suguru says, pressing hot kisses to your cheek, reminding you that heโs still there. โcโmon, i know youโve still got some in that pretty little head of yours.โ you can feel his erection pressing against your back, as his hand snakes down to your clit to rub slow, sticky circles on your sensitive nub. โor are you too dumb on satoruโs cock, hm?โ
gojo laughs, spurred on by getoโs continued teasing, โaww man i think she is. wanna be my lil cocksleeve? get fucked stupid everyday?โย
he laughs harder when your eyes roll back, cunt clenching at his words, the first time youโve been talked down to like this. meanwhile, suguru switches to hook a finger into your mouth, digging his nail into the wet, warm cavern of your cheek, hot breath puffing onto his hand. when your eyes flutter up at him, he snickers, โyou good?โ
you feel a tap on your cheek and shift your blurry focus back on the one inside you, buried up to the hilt while his hips still slightly grind into you. his blue eyes burn through you and in moments like this, you truly canโt read him. โanswer me.โย
through the haze you nod, but itโs not a good enough answer in suguruโs book. โyou can do better than that.โ he chastises bringing his hand down onto your puffy clit, slapping hard enough to make you squeal and bite down on the digit keeping your mouth open.
tears prick your widened eyes as he does it again, โthatโs for biting me, brat.โ he hisses, and you find your words again, stumbling out โsorry! โm sorry!โ as drool runs down your chin and his hand. but suguru is fucking mean, swatting down at your puffy pussy, each hit just as hard; a stark contrast to the sneer on his features while he hooks in yet another finger to pull your cheek further out.ย
although the nicer of the two, satoru canโt help but be enamored with everything you do, especially if youโre screaming and crying trapped between the arms of his best friend. his cock twitches in your cunt, โwell fuck, arenโt you pretty when youโre cryinโ on me?โ he groans, pulling back out just to slam his hips back into yours at a brutal pace making you squeal louder.
youโre incredibly overwhelmed, glancing back between the two of them as the tears start to leak down your face again, chest heaving. you hate that it feels so fucking good to be used like this, having absolutely no control. still, you fight against your restraints once more, trying to raise your hands just enough to push against satoruโs abs to slow down, but itโs all moot, he wonโt stop until heโs satisfied.
โshh,โ suguru soothes, starting to play with your clit again, trying to ease the sting. โsorry for getting carried away, youโre just so fun to ruin.โ his hand once again moving to cup under your chin, smearing drool and tears across your skin andย tilting you so that his tongue is able to press against your cheek, licking a stripe to taste the saltiness of your tears as his chest vibrates with a low groan. he canโt wait til itโs his turn to get his hands on you.ย
โsuguru - oh fuck - โm sorry, fuck, โm really sorry,โ you blubber between moans, still whining and writhing, he raises an eyebrow at you with a hungry grin, liking the way you call his name.ย
but satoruโs the one who answers, breathless and groaning, โitโs okay princess, shit, donโt worry about it. just focus on me, alright?โย
youโre pliant and close to your high, easily shifting back to satoru, watching him through muddied vision and mumbling out, โmkay, satoru.โย
the sweat rolls down the side of his brow and heโs so close to letting go, but satoruโs a bit of a romantic, thinking itโd be best for you to cum at the same time. still, the way you call his name has him glaring up at suguru, letting him know what he wants.ย
his friend nods in acknowledgment as the speed of his fingers quickens, expertly working over your clit. โcโmon,โ suguru taunts, already caught on to how much you like it when theyโre mean, โbe a good little slut and cum on satoruโs cock, yeah?โย
his words run straight to your core, as you babble out โmhms,โ body tensing and jerking as your orgasm is finally coaxed out of you.
โfuck,โ satoru hisses, groaning out, โgood fucking girl.โ as he unleashes his load deep into you.ย
you hiccup and whine a few more times before you go limp in suguruโs hold, falling asleep.ย
โshit, i think she passed out again.โ suguru mumbles before he undoes your bindings, uncharacteristically kind as he rubs his palms over your tired and sore wrists. carefully, he slips out from underneath you, letting you fall back onto the bed. โyou overdid it, satoru.โย
gojoโs unresponsive, chest heaving as he stays within you, so geto takes it upon himself to do the finishing touches. he reaches over, grabbing his phone and unlocking the camera app.ย
pressing the red button, he captures the scene. youโre effectively passed out at this point, arms sprawled at your sides and head lolled back. this is always his favorite part, even more so than the actual fucking. thereโs just something so fun about recording the aftermath, messy and dirty and oh so wet.ย
satoru swoops down into view, throwing a wink and a smile, before reaching out for the phone. suguru obliges, tossing it over to let gojo capture what he sees.ย
โyou stayinโ over?โ gojo asks, paneling down the expanse of your skin, littered in sweat, cum, and marks. he makes sure to record when he pulls out, as slowly as he can, to show offย your swollen hole leaking out his seed.
โyeah, iโll knock out on the couch.โ geto replies, grimacing as he notices the wet patch of cum and fluids on his pants. he swipes a clean pair of gojoโs hanging on the back of his computer chair before heading out. he stops at the door with a quick turnaround to ask, โlet me play with her sometime?โย
โof course,โ his friend responds, kneeling down between your legs, spreading open your folds to further watch his sticky cum drip from your abused hole. โi owe you big time. let me know if you need any help yeah?โ
gojoโs like a kid in a candy shop, delving his fingers in between your hole and your folds to catch some of the sticky substance dripping to the floor before bringing it up to the camera with a whistle.ย
suguru shrugs, hungry eyes scanning back to your sleeping form before his lips curl up into a smirk. โnah, donโt think iโll need to.โย
and satoruโs the same, just as insatiable as his friend, tossing his phone to the floor before heโs crawling up over you again, nose burying into your dizzying scent. fuck, he shouldโve asked if you were cool with somno. well, maybe itโd be alright. itโs not the worst thing heโs done tonight.ย
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Prompt: You are blissfully unaware of how deep exactly Rook and Vil's affections run for you; of the extents they would go for you, and the boundaries they would cross in your name.
Pairing: Yan!Vil x Reader x Yan!Rook
Genre: Yandere
TW: Yandere Vil and Rook, talk of killing someone, Reader is not Yuu/Prefect.
AN: Rook and Vil ily but why are you both so hard to write for ๐ญ Like, yall are fun to think for but it was so hard to write down the concept in my mind ysgshskejd. I genuinely don't know if I was able to do them justice, please forgive me if they're a bit ooc in this. This started off as a joke thing because of a friend, but then it turned yandere for some reason that I don't know but we're vibing so it's okay ^^
You groaned as you flopped face first onto the couch in Vil's room, uncaring of the fact that you were still wearing your shoes. Vil glanced at you from the corner of his eyes as he sat at his vanity, narrowing his gaze at your unmoving form.
"(Name), remove your shoes."
" 'm too tired," you grumbled, and Rook chuckled from his place on Vil's bed. "My, my Chevalier de Beautรฉ, how bold of you to reject Roi du Poison's order," he teased you, getting up from the bed to walk over to where you were.
" 'm tired," you whined once again, drawing out a chuckle from both of your boyfriends.
"Still, as Roi du Poison's devoted hunter, I cannot let you get away with such a grave crime," he hummed, his voice light and sweet to your ears. Kneeling on one leg, Rook carefully untied your shoelaces, gently placing your shoes on the floor by the couch. Each movement was smooth and reverent; one would think he was handling a priceless treasure with the way he made sure to not make a single noise as he rid you of your shoes.
He watched in amusement as your only reaction was to sigh and turn your head slightly to look at him. Ever watchful, he immediately zeroed in on the eyebags that you had tried to conceal under layers of makeup. Rook removed the glove from one of his hands, raising it to smooth back your hair into a somewhat presentable state.
"Pray tell, what has you so stressed?" He asked, and you could see Vil sit straighter (if that was even possible since his posture was always impeccable) at his words, no doubt listening to the two of you.
"Its nothing too bad, really. I'm just stuck with uncooperative assholes in Professor Crewel's class-"
"Language," Vill gently chided, but you could make out the concern in his voice. You continued speaking, eventually fully ranting to Rook and Vil about how absolutely bull-headed and uncooperative your group members were, and how you were practically the only one working on the project.
Both the boys stayed quiet as they heard you vent your frustrations out to them. Once you were done, Rook gave you a smile. His eyes held a dangerous light, sharp gaze befitting the hunter he prided himself in being.
"Would you like me to kill them for you?"
You felt a shiver run down your spine at his tone, the familiar smile on his face somehow turning malicious in front of your very eyes. Very slowly, like prey trying to not agitate the predator in their bid to escape, you silently sat up on the couch. Your eyes were trained on his, caution and hesitancy swirling in them (a very pretty mixture, if you asked Rook; what he wouldn't give to see that look of confusion and fear in your eyes more often-)
"No killing, Rook," Vil spoke from his seat in front of the mirror, turning completely to face the two of you. Immediately, Rook turned back into the playful boy you always knew, as he chuckled, "Ah, I jest, of course." He winked at you, and you wondered if your senses had played a trick on you as the heavy atmosphere that had been in the room mere moments ago dissipated instantly.
"Perhaps I could speak to these classmates of yours, hm?"
"O-oh, there's no need for that," you nervously chuckled. "I already informed Professor Crewel about it, and he said he'll give them a fitting punishment," you hurriedly explained. Your fingers fiddled with the cuffs of your blazer, a clear sign of your discomfort at the thought of Rook potentially talking to the people from your group. As irritating as they were, you didn't really want to get them on his (or for that matter, anyone's) bad side, especially with how... weird and quite frankly terrifying Rook had been earlier.
Your nervousness did not go unnoticed, as Vil chuckled, crossing his arms elegantly as he looked at the two of you. "Rook, you've scared them."
Vil stood up from his seat, making his way over to you. Carefully, he lifted your face to make you meet his eyes and smiled. "Rook was only joking, my dear. Don't worry." The gentle touch sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach, and the soft smile complementing his words made your earlier worries go away.
Rook looked at you, a mix of surprise and amusement in his eyes as he took your hand in his own. "Ah, dear Chevalier de Beautรฉ, you need not worry at all," he said as he placed a light kiss on the back of your hand.
"You are precious to me, so I cannot help but wish to take care of anything that may displease you. But, my apologies if I went too far with my joke."
His voice was sincere as he spoke, and you couldn't help but smile at him despite his... slightly concerning words. Rook was a weirdo most of the time. Maybe it was just a well-intended joke that you just overthought about?
You chuckled, missing the way Vil's shoulders seemed to relax and how Rook's smile became a little less forced.
"It's alright Rook."
"You nearly gave us away, Rook."
Vil's voice was uncharacteristically cold as he stared down at the hunter kneeling in front of him. You had gone back to your own dorm room some time ago, saying that you needed to finish one of Professor Trein's assignments, giving the two boys some much needed privacy to have this conversation.
"My sincere apologies Roi du Poison. I did not mean to, but to see their beautiful face contorted in such anger, such frustration... it caught me off guard. I was careless in my wish to take away some of their burden, and I shall accept any punishment you deem acceptable, my fair queen," Rook said, his voice repentant as he stared at the hem of Vil's dorm clothes.
Vil sighed after a long and tense silence. How could he remain cross with his beloved hunter any longer, when he was this remorseful? Besides, Vil had been quick enough to salvage the situation in time, and you were still blissfully unaware of how deep exactly their affections ran for you; of the extents they would go for you, and the boundaries they would cross in your name.
"Get up," he ordered, and the hunter rose to his feet, finally daring to look his queen in the eyes. "Go, and find every little thing there is to find about those useless students. Every. Single. Thing. But do not, touch a hair on their heads. That will be your punishment."
Vil's voice was calm and collected, like a queen delivering a death sentence. Rook bowed reverently.
"As you wish, my dear queen."
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YANDERE ABBIE CONCEPT (OLD)
Pairings: Yandere! Abbie x Beloved (Yours/Your/Yourself)
Fandom: Fundamental Paper Education
Trigger warnings: Yandere behavior, Paranoia, Overthinking, Obsessive behavior, Worshipping, an OOC headcanon near the end, Manipulation, Guilt tripping, Probably OOC in general hhghd.
A/N: Despite being alive for only a few seconds, Abbie has become one of my favorite characters from Fundamental Paper Education.
โฃ Stated in the introduction, Abbie is shown to be timid and the least intelligent in the class, as well as easily frightened in the animation as well. Him being a yandere is rather tame then most others.
โฃ You're a student that had enrolled not long before Claire shows up, you never really noticed Abbie until you were paired with him for a partner project. Abbie was stressed and paranoid, what if he annoyed you with always asking for help? What if you just let him fail his part and he dies just like the other students here?? Oh gosh, he was terrified.
โฃ The project was a take at home project, so you both agreed to exchange numbers and meet up at your house to get it done in time. Abbie arrived not a minute late, hands shaking like a leaf from his overthinking on the way there. You both greeted each other and sat down on the pillows you set up above the carpet so you both don't get sore. Abble couldn't stop worrying though. Almost everyone who has tried to help him has given up and left, what if your no different? However, to his surprise, you were very patient with him and even offered to work on the things he didn't understand.
โฃ The rest of the night was fun, you both got to know each other a bit and you managed to finish the project within two hours. Abbie had told you that he wasn't smartest in the class, how usually his friend Engal would attempt to aid him but would fail because he was just too dumb to understand. So, you decided to help Abbie pass all of his assignments by doing it for him to save him from trouble. You already had his number, so you could just send him the answers before anything major like a test so he could write it down and pass. โฃ He agreed, and from then on, you both became best buddies! If only you knew that your little act of kindness caused an obsession to brew from the young man... โฃ How I write Abbie, his yandere traits would be Obsessive, Pathetic, Worshipping, Harmless, Dependent, Anxious, Clingy, and Tame. โฃ He sees you as a angel that was sent by heaven to aid him during his time at this wretched school, there was no denying it. He often praises you for how smart you are, as well as how kind and patient you are with him. He wants it all to himself... No one but him should be gazed apon with those loving eyes but him. You don't want him to feel like your abandoning him do you? โฃ Seen in official art, he was holding what seemed to be a love letter while Lana was pulling on his cheek teasingly. So maybe he writes love letters that he might one day send to his beloved to confess. These letters are his way to vent his feelings about you, since he gets too anxious to ever give them to you. โฃ SPEAKING OF ANXIOUS, I feel like Abbie would be in a constant state of paranoia that eventually you'll get fed up of helping him with his work. He'll die without your help! You don't want him falling to the hands of Miss Circle, do you?! Don't leave him, please! โฃ Abbie is quite obsessive when it comes to his crush on his beloved, he fantasizes about you, being in your arms, being able to kiss you, calling you his, he cannot wait! However, this is why he writes in a diary to prevent him from confessing too early. He'd die if you found out about his crush on you. โฃ Lana is no help either. If anything she more or so encourages Abbies crush on you (of course, she hasn't seen what lies beneath his lovey-dovey rambles about you, so she assumes that her best friend is just experiencing a normal crush.) If you ever come to her about Abbies strange behavior, She would shrug it off, saying that maybe he's just trying to show how appreciative he is that you stuck around. โฃ A bit OOC here (or just a personal headcanon of mine), Abbie's rather touchstarved, so affection by you feels like a high to him. Just a simple hug? He melts into your embrace. A small peck on the cheek? He's turning into putty as we speak. Holding his hand in the halls so you can get through a tough crowd? His face is flushing at the feeling. Even if the gesture is small, it fuels his obsession like wood to a fire place. He takes whatever he can get although, so there's that... โฃ Although, secrets can't stay secrets forever. You were invited to Abbies house to do another project just like when you first met. And you got curious and began snooping around his room when he went to get a drink for the both of you. Inside a drawer, you find a book labeled "DIARY: PLEASE KEEP OUT". You thought that maybe a itty bitty peak wouldn't hurt anybody, so you decided to read. โฃ Inside the first few pages were filled with words beyond words about you, mostly his thoughts about you. It was cute at first... until it started getting creepy.. The pages would be just word after word about how much he fantasized about you, how he felt every time he felt you were getting tired of him, and how he couldn't live long without you in his life before Miss Circle or any other of the teachers would kill him. He needed you, he wanted you, he would do anything just for you to be his. โฃ Before you could even react, a hand slammed the book shut causing you to yelp in surprise. Abbie stood before you, water in one hand and the diary in the other. His face was hard to read.
โฃ His eyes were shaped like pinpricks, and tears were formed in his eyes, on the brink of spilling if you even dared to run. (His face is a ref to this.)
โฃ "You didn't... You didn't see much, did you..?" He asked, his voice cracking and ready to break. Surly you didn't see much right?
โฃ He hopes you didn't.
โฃ He prays you didn't
โฃ After all, he doesn't want to lose the only one who was patient enough to stick by him and his lack of intelligence. He NEEDS you to stay.
โฃ He'll die without you, remember?
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poor provincial town โ il capitano
summary. your father disappears suddenly, so you set off in search, and discover something much worse than the monsters you were warned about in your quiet little village.
notes. nvuy actually writing something holy shit we lost. itโs a beauty and the beast spin off. i want this man so badly i will trudge across the sahara desert just to lick off his sweat to cure my unbridled thirst.
warnings. 16+, mature themes, you can interpret capitano as yandere but heโs also implied to not be human (riding on the draconic capitano headcanons here) so in general heโs just a weirdo, heโs probably ooc because yeah, gn reader (any usage of the word โmanโ is just another word for โhumanโ), mentions of violence, threatening, violent threats can also be interpreted as sexy i guess, mentions of death, AU sort of because beauty and the beast spin off.
Your father had gone missing.
The news had shaken you to your core, and despite the wrangling on from the poor terrible and boring provincial town that you hailed from, you planned to set out almost immediately in search of him.
The people had warned you of wolves in the forest, flesh eating bugs that crawled in the winter snow, and men with pointy sharp teeth and large claws that could slice you to ribbons. All horror stories from childrenโs books; the same nightmares you had when you were little. Raging beasts within the trees to make sense of the shadows that moved strangely in the night.
You were warned, denied, almost locked away in your home for protection. But, you moved. You set out, for your father was already old and frail as he was. You couldnโt imagine him being lost to the woods. Not your father. He was wiser than to step out by himself, and especially so deep within the trees.
โIt does not make sense for you to venture by yourself. Trekking through the woods is not for people such as you.โ The older lady of the town library told you one day. โWhat lies out thereโฆ I could not tell you.โ
You took the book from her hands and pressed your fingers into the hard cover. Your nails left a permanent dint in the laminate. โI do not fear death.โ
โNot death,โ she corrected. โDeath is not what lingers.โ She then glanced up at the ceiling, thoughtful. โDeath is beautiful. What you should be afraid of are people.โ She looked back down at you before a sad grin grew onto her lips. โSpeak not to strangers, for you may provide dinner for the beasts that roam the woods.โ
She did say beasts, you know. Monsters with fangs and fur and hooves that knew nothing but to bite and eat, eat, eat.
But there are various sorts of beasts. Charming, handsome quiet beasts. Kind and polite and patient.
โIt is the gentle beasts that are the most dangerous of all.โ The older lady sighed deeply, perturbed. She fidgeted in her seat behind the counter. โIf you do leave, bring a weapon.โ
You cannot fight, though you did pocket a small dagger.
And then you set off. Through the woods, down hills, across rivers, trying to piece together a narrative as to why your father had disappeared. It was winter โ though, it did always snow here โ and the winds were much more biting than usual. Thankfully, you had brought layers, and the thick hood that wrapped over your head did its job in banishing most of the cold.
It did not stop the lingering gazes of the creatures that crept along the trees, and lingered within the shadows.
You are soaked in snow and wind and cold, but you press on.
You eventually stumbled upon a castle. A grand one, with cracked and broken windows, thorny leafless bushes that surround the forked fencing, and a door so giant your hand can barely wrap around the handle. It is the only source of shelter for miles.
He must be here. Your father was ill. He needed a roof to sleep under. And possibly, despite its state, the castle could have food hidden away if looked for thoroughly.
You push open the doors, wincing from the loud creaking that alerts your presence to anyone residing inside. It looks abandoned. The once polished floors and mangled and ruined, and it a single candle flickers with life. The chandelier sits on the floor, smashed to pieces, and glass spills from every corner.
It is dark, and cold, but it is shelter.
So, you search.
High and low, wandering through the endless halls, trying to trace your steps. You search upstairs first. There are many levels, perhaps maybe five or six, and as you look, you find different rooms. Grand empty ballrooms, bathrooms that once had plated gold edging to every corner and crevice, bedrooms with torn sheets and broken wardrobes. Most rooms were empty โ you cannot imagine being able to fill every single one.
Then, you search downstairs. You hadnโt wanted to go below the ground, but your father did not answer to any hushed whisper you called, and you were beginning to lose hope.
The deeper you go, the more you feel trapped.
There are cellars down here, and they stretch on beyond what your eye can see.
The cellars are dark and twisted and cold. It smells of mildew and mould, and every step you take emits a splash from the puddles. The walls are brick and cracked and covered in moss so old it has turned black with time. There are no little white flowers along the vines.
You step further along the wet stone, feeling along the wall blindly. Your nails scrape along, and you try to even your breathing. Itโs cold. Itโs cold. Frost and snow still clings to your clothes.
Thatโs when you spot your father rotting away in a cell, and you quickly take his hands through the bars. Heโs frail and older now, and so much sicker from being locked away for so long.
You cry out pathetically when he struggles to curl his fingers around yours. Frostbite has taken the tips, and his skin has morphed to an ugly purple and black.
โYou shouldnโt have looked for me,โ he tells you. Then, he glances down the dark hall. He cannot see anything, for shadows linger across the walls like spiders crawling upon silvery silken webbing, but he knows there is something out there. โYou shouldnโt have come here.โ
You dismiss his concern. โYouโre freezing.โ You squeeze your hands tight over his thin skin before you shed off your hood and hand it to him through the bars. โWho did this to you?โ
โYou need to leave,โ your father pleads.
โโLeave?โโ you echo. You try to see through what little light there is for a keyhole. You do not have a key, but the iron is rusted and weak, and youโre sure you can find something to smash the door through with. โI cannot leave. Not without you.โ
You search around. You try to steady your racing heart, breathing deeply through your nose. Fog passes from your lips with each breath. Water drips from somewhere, and the constant ticking and creaking of the old bricks make you nervous.
Youโre concerned the entire floor will collapse, so you work quick.
The cellars are empty and abandoned. Most of the doors are open, and thereโs no keys in sight. There are no weapons, either, nor any long poles to smash the door down.
You panic.
Itโs hopeless.
This place is completely empty.
You turn back to your father and try weakly pulling at the door. It does not budge. โWho locked you in here?โ
โA beast,โ he replies. It is said in a whisper, as if heโs afraid of even uttering the word. โIt tore me off my path and brought me here.โ
But beasts canโt be real. Theyโre just fairytales; stories your mother told you when you were little so you wouldnโt wander off by yourself. โDid it hurt you?โ
โNo. Not yet.โ He glances down the hall again. โBut it may hurt you.โ
โI am not leaving without you. I have searched for days.โ You stand up to search for something again, but you know deep down it is futile.
There is nothing.
Thereโs nothing here.
You want to weep, but that will not help.
Itโs hopeless. Itโs all so twisted and horrific. There is no beast here. There cannot be. You would have stumbled upon it by now. It would have sliced you to ribbons by now. It would have locked you away with your father by now.
โListen to me,โ your father whispers. โReturn to the village and call for the soldiers.โ
You shake your head.
โThey will not listen to me. They think Iโm crazy.โ And they do. You briskly wipe at your tears and kneel down in front of the bars again. Then, helplessly you bash at the bars, and the sound echoes down the halls. โHow do I get you out?โ
Your father tries to quiet your sobbing. โGo back to the village. Find General Zasha, speak with the soldiers.โ He grabs your hands through the bars. โThe General will listen to you.โ
โHe will not.โ
โHe will.โ Your father nods once, confident. โI know a man in love when I see it.โ Your father kisses your knuckles once before he lets go. โI will be alright.โ
He will not be, but you stumble to your feet and back away from the cellars.
And then you leave. You say not a parting word to your father. You pray and hope he remains alive for another few days. You can do nothing else but trek back up the stairs and return to the main halls.
You know they must have been beautiful once. Now everything is old and withered and etched away.
In another world, another life, just maybe, you would have loved to roam the halls of a castle and spoiled endlessly.
You walk slowly, beaten down, cold and alone. Your bones ache with exhaustion, but you will not rest here. You are determined to return to the village and speak to the general, even if you despise him with every inch of your heart.
Your hand reaches for the door handle.
โWhatโs this?โ
And then there is a blade at your throat.
โAnother thief roaming my halls?โ
You swallow, but all that does is press the blade further into your skin. The discomfort sends you into a panic, and your breathing stutters. Your hand remains wrapped around the handle, but you cannot will yourself to move.
Escape is futile.
You should not have come here.
The blade is removed swiftly. So swiftly that the sharp end glides along your throat and leaves a shallow cut. It stings, and you try not to cry out in fear. Sweat pools down your neck and twists into the new cut. You hiss silently at the pain.
โWhat did you steal?โ
You do not turn around. โNothing. I am no thief.โ
โThen you know the man I locked away.โ His voice is deep, and it echoes in the hall. โOtherwise, you would never have come at all.โ
You turn slowly, aware he is still armed.
It is a sword he holds, though it is hidden away beneath a large feathered and fur coat that rests upon his shoulders. Long black hair falls from beneath a mask that covers his face, and the shadows below disguise his skin, and anything that can identify him.
He is taller than you. Much taller, and much bigger. You cannot fight him.
โWhy did you lock away my father?โ
โYour father is a thief,โ he replies easily. โAnd thieves remain thieves until they rot.โ
There is no noise. It is just you, and him, and the constant dripping of water from your hair.
โMy father is not a thief, beast,โ you argue. โYou are locking away a sick man.โ
โI am no beast,โ he denies. โI am man.โ
โA man with a blade is no different to a beast.โ He must be a beast. There is no reason as to why he would reside in a place such as this. โI will bring back an army.โ
โOh, yes, Iโm sure you will.โ It sounds condescending, and you scrunch your face up when he leans down to scrutinise you. โThat is if you can leave my grounds alive.โ
โYou will die before you lay a hand on me.โ
You pull out the dagger residing in your pocket. It is a desperate attempt to create space between you, but the knife only manages to garner a simple tilt of his head.
Itโs small, barely deadly, but if angled right, you could take out an eye. But the thought of that makes you crumble; you donโt fight.
The man simply tuts. โYou are not even worth a chance to spar.โ He simply plucks the weapon from your hands. โHow you survived out there is both a mystery and a miracle.โ
โI am not weak,โ you say. You donโt feel itโs true.
โStubborn. You are stubborn.โ
Your finger twitches in frustration. โFree my father from his cell.โ
โBring your army,โ he answers. โIt has been a while since Iโve been faced with a challenge.โ
โYou will lose your head before you even unsheathe your weapon.โ Youโre not sure if itโs true, but you have to trust yourself. Just this once. โYou cannot take on one hundred men.โ
โI have once. I will do it again.โ
โI will be honoured to have your severed head hanging as decoration in my bedroom,โ you sneer. โYou will not win this. Your arrogance will be your downfall.โ You try to twist and make for the door again, but he holds steady on your wrist. โUnhand me.โ
The man, or the beast, or whatever he is, does not falter.
โYou are small. Whatever army you bring will be smaller.โ He pulls once at your wrist and that silences your struggling. It hurts and stings in warning. โPuny. Is this the best you can do? What if you were to run into a real beast?โ
โLet go of me!โ you try.
His grip tightens. You fear your bones will snap into pieces. Youโre unsure if the skin beneath his gloves belongs to a man or a beast. The tips are sharpened and metallic, and youโre sure they can pierce into your flesh.
He leans in close. Too close.
Close enough you can barely identify the outline of lips drowned out by the shadows that swamp his features. A big man, much too big for you, and he terrifies you beyond your nightmares.
You will dream of him.
Terribly.
โLet go of me,โ you plead quietly.
โLet us strike a deal,โ he whispers.
โI will make no deals with any man,โ you defy.
You see a smile and a flash of sharp teeth.
โI am no man, nor beast,โ he responds. โSend your men. Send one thousand. Send every man that has ever walked this plain.โ He grabs you even tighter, and if the mask did not obstruct his face, your lips would have touched his, and the scar that runs across the vermillion. You share his breath, and you smell blood and ash. โI will kill them all.โ
You feel he tells the truth.
Still, you insist. โYou will die.โ
โIf I do so perish, then the wager is in your favour. Have whatever you wish from this place. Destroy it, restore it, it is yours.โ
You want to tell him you do not want this terrible castle. You want your father home, but you are aware he knows this. You open your mouth to speak, but a hand abandons one of your wrists to grab your face and squeeze just enough to keep you quiet.
His claws press into your flesh. You try to wretch yourself free and rake your nails down his arm.
โAnd if I kill every man you send, I will return your father.โ
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.
โI will have you instead.โ He twists you further towards him, and your lips touch. โI will decorate these halls with the heads of every man of your village, and I will ruin you.โ
That is a promise. You know it is. You can tell from how he whispers it, and how his grip has slackened into something more gentle than it was before.
โYou cannotโโ Nothing comes forth from your lips.
โI can.โ He lets go of your other wrist and twists his claws into your hair. โIt has been so long since I have tasted the flesh on mortal bone.โ
The man, whatever he is, releases you finally, and you startle backwards against the door. Blindly, you feel for the handle behind you, trying to keep your breathing even as you finally grip onto the cold metal.
The door swings open behind you and you step outside of the castle. The cold hits you instantly, and you double over in the icy strong winds. You abandoned your hood to your father, and have nothing to shield your eyes. They sting with tears and snow.
Something drapes over your shoulders, heavy and warm.
Itโs a coat. The same feathered and furred coat, though it is not laid onto you out of concern or politeness. It is possession, and complete control, ownership when the beast grasps your chin from behind you one last time.
You stare out in fear into the forest ahead.
โFlee, little one.โ You feel his lips on your ear. โTime slips away as the clock ticks forward. The world will stop for you, if I so choose it to wait.โ
He is warm. Warm against your back, and it provides temporary, ill-fitting relief into your skin.
โI await your return, blade honed, and hungering for your skin.โ
You slip from his grasp. โIf I donโt return?โ
โYour father will draw his final breaths in my cellar,โ he tells you, โand once he does, I will chase you to the ends of the earth to deliver the good news.โ
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// Yandere Jiaoqiu
sum: The fastest way to a personโs heart is through their stomach. Or so they say.
wc: 871
warnings: written before jiaoqiu release (probably OOC jq), mentions of drugs and implied drugging, fem reader
a/n: sorry for the disappearance i had exams xd take whatever this is as compensation
likes & reblogs are appreciated :)
When Jiaoqiu loves, he does so wholly. He gives his heart and some, devotes his being, and allows the love to consume him. He feels the warmth rush over him, and he canโt help the smile that lives on his lips, the happiness that blooms in his chest.
He loves until he is squeezed dry, until the warmth disappears, until that happiness dies and the love spits him out; but he takes it all in stride, for as a foxian, his time in this mortal world is but a flicker compared to the rest of the Xianzhouโs inhabitants.
When Jiaoqiu meets you, he is instantaneously enamored. You are, to him, love personified, the one life in this universe made for him. Heโs known it since the moment he saw you, and the feeling is only amplified when he speaks to you. Something in him, desperate and lovesick, calls for you.
Youโre introduced as a healer from the Luofu, sent to the Yaoqing on an exchange between ships. You, like him, are a foxian, a pair of fluffy ears on the top of your head, and a cute bushy tail on your back. Naturally, youโre under his care.
While you are capable, you are also terribly shy around him. You only speak when spoken to, and you do your job dutifully, with no complaints. Youโre independent, and Jiaoqiu canโt help but lament that. He wants you to depend on him, to see him as a reliable senior, someone you can turn to even if youโre not in a pinch. He wants you, yet you donโt seem to want him too.
So, he courts you the best way he knows how. Thereโs a saying that goes something like โthe fastest to a personโs heart is through their stomachโ, and although biologically inaccurate (the actual fastest way is through the veins), holds true - no one can resist food made with love, not even someone like you. Everyone must eat, and why pay for a meal when one sits in front of you for free?
The smile on his face is infectious.
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With every passing day, the meals become more intricate. What started with simple stir fried dishes became more complex meals that could only be found in restaurants, all handmade by him. He watches as you eat all of them with a smile, happiness radiating off your figure as your ears twitch and your tail wags in unmistakable contentment. The food is good, yes. The drug has managed to slip in unnoticed as well.
Itโs easy for him, really. Jiaoqiu doesnโt need to search for an alchemist, nor a chef. He is both, and he has more than enough knowledge and skills in both fields to be able to incorporate them in his work. Concocting a drug is just as easy as cooking a heartfelt meal, especially when itโs for the same person.
He is quite happy to know that you enjoy both.
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Itโs with a smile on your face that you tell him that youโve applied to stay on the Yaoqing permanently, to stay by his side. You cite that learning under him was like exploring the galaxy, boundless knowledge awaiting you, and his home cooked meals always bring you warmth, like the embrace of a mother.
He takes all of your words to heart, a blush spreading across his face as you turn away. He vaguely feels his tail swaying drunkenly, and he feels like heโs the one whoโs been drugged. He knows that this is the influence of the drugs he has been feeding you, but he cannot help but feel elated at your words. You complimented himโฆ You want to stay because of himโฆ You want to stay for himโฆ
Jiaoqiu decides to invite you over for dinner, to celebrate the occasion.
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Perhaps he went a bit overboard with the dose, or perhaps he wanted this to happen. Whatever the reason, Jiaoqiu has filled your meal with aphrodisiacs, and a lot more than usual.
To see them take so quickly was honestly a surprise to him, but he could not complain of the way you started to cling to him, digging your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. The heat radiating off of your body told him plenty, and he did not mind. No, he didnโt mind at all, not even a single bit.
When you lift your head from his neck, your lips meet his, a collision of desire and lust, born from expertly manipulated strings. When you part, a thin string of saliva connects the two of you, and Jiaoqiu thinks he would like to swallow you whole.
When he brings you to the most intimate room in his home, and when you show each other your most vulnerable sides, he thinks itโs okay if everything isnโt so natural. Healing nowadays is aided by many external factors, love is no different. All you needed was a little push, just like how people need a little medicine to help their bodies fight off their illnesses.
When his mouth finds the junction between your neck and your shoulder, he licks and sucks, and finally sinks his canines in.
Youโd let him consume you whole, wouldnโt you?
#honkai star rail#yandere#yandere honkai star rail#yandere hsr#hsr#yandere x reader#fem reader#female reader#jiaoqiu#yandere jiaoqiu#yandere jiaoqiu x reader#jiaoqiu x reader
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a/n: I always wanted to make a yandere x yandere fic. I feel like it didn't come off as dark as it could have been lmao.
Cw: Yandere x Yandere(which means usual talks about killing, love potions, confinement, etc), Yandere!Levi, Yandere!MC(but you're trying to do better), Double Penetration, Rough Sex, Levi having two dicks, some dub-con(there's protests at first but MC actually wants him), Fem!MC, kinda ooc.
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It was becoming too muchโhow you felt, the way your emotions churned inside you like a storm you couldnโt control. You were trying so hard not to give in to your usual behavior, to be normal, to keep it together. But the obsessive thoughts, the relentless impulse to take, to control, to own, were beginning to creep up, growing stronger with each passing day.
Youโd managed to keep that side of yourself under wrapsโrelatively speakingโby focusing on anything and everything else. You buried yourself in distractions, anything to keep your mind off the darker urges. That was why you avoided relationships, why you pushed away any romantic feelings.
But that wasnโt enough anymore, because you were in love. Completely and utterly in love. The target of your affection was Leviathan, the shy, awkward, but endearing otaku. You hadnโt meant for it to happen; youโd kept your walls tall and unyielding, only offering detached friendship to the demon, just like you did with his brothers. But somehow, that detached friendship had morphed into an actual friendship.
You reasoned with yourself that it was okay to have a friend, as long as it didnโt become more. Friendship was harmless, right? You could handle that.
Wrong.
You quickly went from being just another normie to becoming his Henry, and with that came a shift you hadnโt anticipated. He started dragging you into his room more often, refusing to let you leave with those big, sad eyes and that lovely blush on his face. Heโd ask you to stay just a bit longer, his voice tinged with a plea you found impossible to resist. Maybe your mistake was relenting so often, convincing yourself that you were doing it for the sake of your friendship, feeding into the denial that you werenโt crossing a line.
It was during one of those many nights spent gaming together that the truth hit youโlike a bucket of ice-cold water. You were infatuated with him. The realization came when you found yourself wondering how you could keep him isolated, how you could ensure that no one else could be around him but you. The thought startled you, made you question everything. You were trying to be good, to do better. You couldnโt possibly be infatuated. That wasnโt you, not anymore. So you decided you needed to distance yourself from him, just a bit, so you could get over whatever it was you were feeling. It should have been easy, right?
Wrong again.
You didnโt anticipate Leviathanโs persistence. You thought of him as too shy, too easily flustered to chase after anyone, least of all you. But he never gave up. He whined in your ear, his voice desperate and needy, tugging on your clothes like a child afraid of being left alone. He even went as far as staying in your room with you, refusing to leave your side. It was so out of character, so unlike the Leviathan you thought you knew, that it rendered you speechless every single time. (And maybe, just maybe, another mistake you made was not paying closer attention to the hidden obsession lurking in his eyes, the way they darkened with something deeper, something more dangerous.)
Seeing such persistence warmed your heart, though. It showed you that he was willing to fight for you, to keep you close no matter what. Infatuation quickly turned into loveโso completely in love. But just because you were in love didnโt necessarily mean it had to be obsessive or controlling, right? It could be a pure love, right?
Completely and utterly wrong. (And you wondered, in those rare moments of clarity, was anything you decided ever the right choice?)
The thoughts about being the only one around him consumed you. The maddening jealousy you felt when you heard him talk to his friends online, the burning urge to destroy all of his Ruri-chan merchandiseโbecause how dare he love anything else but you?!โthe overwhelming need to check all his electronics to make sure there was no one elseโฆ it all started to eat away at you.
All you could think of was him: Leviathan, Leviathan, Leviathan.
But still, you tried. You tried your best to fight it, because you were trying to do better. To be good. You wanted to love him in a pure, wholesome way. You didnโt want your love to be so obsessive, so twisted. But it was getting harder and harder to suppress the urges. (But were you really even trying hard enough, or were you just kidding yourself?)
It took all your willpower not to give in, but even with that, there were small things you did without his knowledgeโlike taking articles of his clothing, savoring the way they smelled of him. You took harmless peeks here and there at his computer and even his phone (and it wasnโt like he made it hard to figure out his passwords when he put it in right in front of you). Occasionally, youโd discourage him from going outside, convincing him it was safer, better to stay in. But it was all harmless, at least thatโs what you wanted to believe, because at least you hadnโt snuck in a love potion to make him yours. (Not yet, at least.)
Still, you knew deep down that you couldnโt continue like this. The thought of hurting Leviathan twisted your heartโbut you would, without hesitation, if he ever so much as looked at someone else. HE WAS YOURS. The intensity of your love for him made it clear that you needed to try again to put some distance between you, even if it meant spending time with one of his brothers instead. (It was almost laughable how desperate they were for your attention.)
That decision is what led you to your current predicament. It was your fault, yes, but your intentions were pureโat least, thatโs what you told yourself. (Or was it that you were just too afraid to surrender completely?)
โI canโt,โ you repeated firmly, holding your ground as you rejected Leviathanโs invitation to hang out. โI have plans with Beel.โ
โP-Plans?โ he echoed, his voice thick with disbelief, as though the word itself was foreign to him. His tone softened into a desperate plea. โCome on, itโll be fun. Beel will understand if you cancel.โ
The way he looked at youโso sweet, so hopefulโalmost broke your resolve. But you knew you had to stay strong. โI already said I canโt. Iโll hang out with you afterwards.โ
With one last, fleeting glance in his direction, you turned and walked away. If you had only looked back, you would have seen the dark, ominous scowl that had settled on his face.
When you returned from your outing with Beelzebub, who was sweet but unbearably boring, you found yourself debating whether to go see Leviathan. But you decided against it, reminding yourself of the need to maintain your distance, no matter how much it hurt. You clung to that conviction even as you ignored the constant stream of message notifications chiming from your D.D.D while you got ready for bed.
And maybeโjust maybeโif you hadnโt been so completely lost in sleep, you would have noticed Leviathan standing silently at the foot of your bed, his demon form fully revealed, with slitted, orange-glowing eyes fixed intently on your figure.
This pattern continued for an entire week. You spent time with one brother after another, each day rejecting Leviathanโs invitations with an ache in your heart. But then, something strange started happening. Random pieces of your clothingโmostly your pantiesโbegan to disappear. Objects like your notebooks, chapstick, hair ties, and even pillows vanished without a trace. By that point, you knew it wasnโt just your imagination.
It made you want to scream. Someone actually had the audacity to take your thingsโand how dare they covet you when you belonged to Levi! The thought burned in your mind, making it nearly impossible to focus as Satan tried to engage you in conversation at the cat cafรฉ. The soft meows and gentle purring of the cats around you did nothing to soothe the growing anger bubbling inside. Every time you saw a playful swish of a tail or felt a soft nuzzle, your thoughts drifted back to the house, to the annoyance you were going to have to deal with. You knew youโd have to investigate more thoroughly the moment you returned.
Once the two of you finally arrived back at the house, you were on a mission. Barely muttering a goodbye to Satan, you made a beeline for your room, your heart pounding with anticipation. The hallways blurred as you stormed through them, your mind solely focused on getting answers, to check and see if anything else went missing. Reaching your door, you flung it open with a force that made the hinges creak. But the sight that greeted you stopped you in your tracks.
Leviathan was sitting on your bed, his posture casual yet somehow possessive, as if he owned not just the bed but the entire space around him. His presence filled the room, and for a moment, you faltered, the anger you had felt earlier mixing with surprise and something else you couldnโt quite name (was it excitement?). You closed the door behind you, the click of the latch sounding louder than it should have in the stillness.
โLevi?โ you questioned, your voice wavering slightly. The intensity of his gaze when he finally looked up at you made your breath catch. His usually soft and shy demeanor was replaced with something far more focused, almost predatory.
โDid you have fun with Satan?โ he asked bluntly, his voice low and steady. The stillness of his figure, the way he didnโt move a muscle, made you instantly cautious. It was like he was waiting for somethingโfor a slip, a crack in your composure.
โI did,โ you lied easily, though the words tasted bitter on your tongue. The truth was, you had hated every second of your time with Satan, and it wasnโt just because of him. You loathed going out with any of Leviathanโs brothers.
Leviathan tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he observed you. It felt like he could see right through your lie, peeling back layers to uncover the truth you were trying to hide. The intensity of his scrutiny almost made you shiver. But then, as quickly as the tension had arisen, it dissipated. Leviathan looked away, his fingers beginning to fidget with his D.D.D. The shift in his demeanor was almost surreal.
โW-would you like to come to my room? We havenโt s-spent time together,โ he asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. When he looked at you again, his eyes were no longer sharp and probing but soft and vulnerable.
You hesitated, weighing your options. It should be fine to go with him this one time. You told yourself youโd make it quickโjust a few minutes in his room, and then youโd leave. The sudden foreboding feeling you had should had deterred you yet you chose to ignore it (or maybe you just didnโt want to see the signs right in front of you).
โSure.โ A word that sealed your fate.
As you walked with him through the dimly lit hallway, the anxiety grew stronger, tightening its grip on your chest with every step. Leviathan was close enough that you could feel the occasional brush of his arm against yours, and each touch sent a jolt through your body, heightening your unease. The closer you got to his room, the heavier the air felt, as if the walls themselves were closing in on you. You wondered if you would be able to bolt if things spiraled out of control, your mind already calculating the distance to the door and the speed youโd need to escape.
When you both stood in front of his door, the tension in the air was palpable, a suffocating presence that made your skin crawl. It was almost ominous when he opened the door and gestured for you to step inside, the sound of the door creaking open like a warning you were too stubborn to heed. As you walked in, your eyes darted around the room, searching for anything out of place, but everything looked the same. His usual setup, the familiar clutter of manga and figurinesโฆ So why were you feeling like thโoh.
Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze landed on his desk. Those were your items scattered across it, some new things that you hadnโt even realized were missing yet. And there, in his tub, nestled among his many sheets and body pillows, were your clothes, panties and pillows, arranged almost reverently.
You stood there, paralyzed by shock, even as you heard the door close behind you, the sound of the lock sliding into place echoing loudly in your ears.
โLevi, thatโsโฆ my stuff, my clothes,โ you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper, but you knew he heard you. He was standing so close behind you now that you could feel the heat of his body radiating against your back, making you shiver involuntarily.
โWhy have you been avoiding me?โ he asked, his voice low and eerily calm, completely ignoring your statement as if it were irrelevant. His breath tickled your ear, sending another shiver down your spine.
This wasnโt what you expected. Leviathan wasnโt supposed to be like you, caught in the same struggle, battling the same obsession. The thought made your heart race. That wasnโt goodโyou didnโt want to be pulled further into obsession, into depravity. You wanted to be normal, to be better, to be good. You chanted those words to yourself like a prayer, a desperate attempt to cling to sanity, even as you finally turned to look at him.
He was looking at you with an intensity that made your breath hitch, his eyes locked onto yours as if you were the only thing that existed in his world.
But you couldnโt give in. You were determined to have a wholesome, pure romance with him. You had to resist, had to keep things from spiraling out of control.
โDonโt make me ask you again,โ he growled, his voice dropping an octave as he grabbed your chin with a firm hand, his hold almost bruising in its intensity (and his aggressiveness shouldnโt have been so arousing to you).
โThings were getting tooโฆ intense. I just wanted a bit of space so things could mellow down between us,โ you answered hesitantly, your words stumbling over themselves as you tried to make him understand. But even as you spoke, you could feel the flimsiness of your excuse, the way it barely held together under the weight of the truth.
โIntense?โ He grinned, a smile that was more a baring of teeth than anything else, with an almost maniacal edge to it. His eyes gleamed with a knowing light, as if he could see right through you, as if he knew all the things youโd done behind his back, all the secrets you thought youโd kept hidden.
But you stubbornly kept your mouth shut. You could do thisโyou could talk him down, make him see reason. You would keep your distance and regain control (liar, liar, liar. All you did was lie).
โI know you want me. At first, I couldnโt believe it because why would you want me? But then, you started taking some of my clothes.โ He looked deeply pleased as he let go of your chin, bending down to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as he spoke. โI could even feel your envy, your jealousy when Iโd game with my friends or when I gave too much attention to anything else that wasnโt you.โ
You sucked in a breath as he slowly nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that sent a jolt of sensation through your body, heat pooling in your core despite yourself.
โI thought things were going well,โ he paused, his voice darkening as he continued, โbut then you started spending time with my brothers. You were ignoring my messages and invitations to come to my room.โ As those words left his lips, the nipping grew harsher until he bit down on your neck deep enough to leave a mark but not enough to draw blood. The sudden sharp pain made you yelp and squirm in his grasp, but his hold was unrelenting.
He snarled at your attempts to break free, the sound vibrating against your skin, and you froze again, your body betraying you as a wave of desire crashed over you. You wanted to give in so badlyโyou wanted him to be yours. You wanted to be his. This side of him was so unexpected but definitely not unwelcome.
โI need you to explain yourself. Now.โ His grip tightened as he fisted his hand in your hair and yanked it back harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze.
You licked your lips, trying to steady your breathing. โLevi, this just isnโtโฆ healthy. Iโm trying to do better.โ
He scoffed, as if your answer was the most ridiculous thing heโd ever heard. โWe want to be with each other. Does anything else matter?โ
His words were tempting, far too tempting. But you wanted your love to last, to be built on a solid foundation (but really, you were just a fucking coward).
โIt does matter. How about you let me go back to my room so we can think about this?โ you suggested, your voice trembling slightly. The grip on your hair tightened, pulling at your scalp, and you winced in pain (but you wanted him to be even more aggressive, to show you how much he loved you).
โYou, better than anyone, should know that you arenโt going anywhere. If I have to tie you up, then I will.โ He released your hair with a sudden force and pushed you down onto the floor. The impact was harsh, and you barely managed to catch yourself with your hands before your head could hit the hard surface. He stood over you, a blank expression on his face as he watched you struggle to steady yourself.
โL-Levi, just calm down. We can talk about this,โ you pleaded softly, your voice trembling as he dropped to his knees, caging you in his arms against the cold, hard floor. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, mingling with the coolness of the floor beneath you. If he kept pushing, you knew you would give in.
โFor someone who wants me just as badly, youโre protesting too much.โ His voice was low, dangerously calm, as he leaned his forehead against yours. His breath ghosted over your lips. โBut donโt worry, Iโll fuck the fight out of you. And if that doesnโt work, well, I donโt mind using other methods if it means keeping you with me.โ
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldnโt help the way your body reacted. Heat pooled between your thighs, your panties already soaked through. You almost moaned at the sheer threat in his voice, and you wondered just how much rougher heโd get if you kept resisting. Would he lose control entirely? (You hoped he would.)
โLevi, please. We canโt,โ you whined weakly, your resolve wavering as his lips brushed against yours. You somehow managed to turn your head away, but the gesture felt futile. The air around you shifted as he pulled back, his energy darkening. When you glanced up at him, his demon form was already outโscales glistening under the dim light, coral horns out, his tail swaying predatorily, and his glowing orange eyes fixated on you with an intensity that made your breath hitch.
โFine, I guess weโll do this the hard way,โ he growled in your ear. The words sent your mind spiraling, and before you could fully process what was happening, everything became a blur of heat and sensation.
You gasped, eyes widening as his hand slid under your skirt with purpose, fingers expertly finding your soaked core. He moanedโa deep, guttural sound that sent a thrill through your bodyโwhen he felt how wet you were even through the thin fabric of your panties. It was the only confirmation he needed, the last bit of proof that you truly wanted him, needed him, despite your feeble protests.
With a heated urgency, his hands tore away your panties and skirt, ripping through the delicate fabric like it was nothing. Your shirt and bra followed, shredded under his impatient touch, leaving your skin exposed to the cool air and his hungry gaze. He didnโt waste a second, pulling you into a smoldering kiss that was all heat and desperation. Just like that, your resolve shattered, crumbling beneath the weight of your desire. You returned the kiss with equal fervor because you wantedโno, you neededโhim so badly it ached.
He smirked against your lips when he felt you go pliant in his arms, the tension leaving your body as you surrendered to him. His mouth broke away from yours, only to descend upon your chest, his hot breath trailing over your skin as he left a path of bruising bite marks in his wake. Each nip sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through you, drawing breathless moans from your lips.
Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as he zeroed in on one of your nipples, his mouth hot and eager. He sucked on the small nub, his tongue swirling around it before his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core. Meanwhile, his thick fingers pumped into your wet, warm cuntโtwo at first, then three, and finally four, stretching you open with a pace that was fast and merciless. The sensation was overwhelming, the roughness almost too much to bear, but you craved it. You needed more.
He didnโt give you a moment to adjust, didnโt let you catch your breath as he fucked you with his fingers, driving them in deep with each thrust. His thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles that had you crying out, your body arching off the floor. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, but you loved it.
You hugged him closer, your whines and pleas for more filling the room, mingling with the sounds of your slick arousal as his fingers moved in and out of you with relentless speed. He was going to make you cum already, and you hadnโt even gotten started. His mouth finally released your nipple, leaving it glistening with his saliva, and he pulled you into an almost desperate kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he curled his fingers just right inside you.
Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with a force that left you breathless. You cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth, and your cunt clenched around his fingers, gushing wetness all over his hand. He didnโt stop, didnโt slow down, riding you through your orgasm as if he wanted to wring every last drop of pleasure from you.
It was all so rough, so fast, but it felt so right, like this was exactly how it was meant to be. You could only watch with half-lidded eyes, your breath coming in short gasps, as he finally pulled his fingers out of your throbbing cunt. Your juices coated his hand and he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a look of pure satisfaction.
But he wasnโt done. Not even close.
He leaned back, his glowing eyes never leaving yours as he reached for his zipper. The sound of it being pulled down was almost deafening in the silence that followed. He didnโt bother fully undressing, only tugging his jeans down just enough to free his cockโno, cocks. He had two of them, thick and throbbing with need.
Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and your cunt clenched on nothing as you imagined the sensation of him fucking you open on those thick, pulsating cocks. The mere thought made you shiver. You spread your legs wider, a silent plea, an open invitation that had him settling between them eagerly.
โThis messy cunt belongs to me,โ Leviathan rasped, his voice low and gravelly, as he rubbed both of his cocks against the slick folds of your cunt. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making you gasp as he gathered the wetness on the heads of his cocks, teasing your entrance with slow, deliberate movements. โYou belong to me. I need you to remember that because I will kill anyone you so much as look at for too long. I donโt even want you leaving my room at all.โ
You mewled softly at his words, the sound escaping your lips involuntarily, and you knew in that moment that there was no going back. You couldnโt deny it anymoreโcouldnโt even pretend to care how twisted your love had become, how unhealthy it likely was. All that mattered was that he was finally yours, and you would do anything to keep him that way.
โDo you understand?โ Leviathanโs tone was harsh as he gripped both of his cocks firmly, positioning them at your entrance. He pushed forward slowly, just the tips breaching your slick, swollen folds. The stretch was intense, borderline painful, but the pleasure that accompanied it was undeniable. A high-pitched moan tore from your throat as your eyes became teary at the sensation.
โLevi!โ you whined, desperation lacing your voice as you attempted to roll your hips down, to pull more of him inside. But his tail coiled around your waist, holding you firmly in place.
โI asked you a question. Do you understand?โ Leviathan remained still, his gaze dark with lust, waiting for your answer. When you didnโt respond quickly enough, his hand moved to your breast, fingers tugging one of your nipples harshly. The sting made you gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure that sent a jolt straight to your core. โOr are you so cock-drunk already that you canโt even answer me?โ
โIโI understand,โ you panted, finally finding your voice. You reached up, your hand tangling in his hair as you yanked him down, bringing his face closer to yours. โBut that also means you belong to me. I will kill you and myself if you ever try to leave me.โ
โFuck,โ he cursed, and you felt his cocks twitch at your words. His lips crashed into yours in a sloppy, heated kiss, all teeth and tongue, as if he was trying to devour you whole. The kiss broke only when he pulled back to latch onto the side of your neck that was still unmarked, his teeth grazing your skin before sinking in, marking you with more bruises that would be visible for days. And then, with a snap of his hips, he thrust both cocks fully inside you.
The stretch was overwhelming, the sensation of being so utterly full making you sob with pleasure. He didnโt give you time to adjust, his pace punishing as he pounded into you, each thrust harder and faster than the last. It was as if he were releasing all the pent-up anger from the week you had avoided him, taking out his frustration on your body. But you welcomed it, craved it even. Youโd always loved the bite of pain with your pleasure, always been a bit of a masochist for it.
Moans mixed with cries of pleasure, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. It was loud, lewd, and unmistakable, and you knew anyone within earshot would know exactly what was happening. But the thought only fueled your desire for him, making you arch against him, desperate to take him even deeper.
You felt another orgasm building, coiling tight in your core as one of Leviathanโs cocks hit your sweet spot with each thrust, while the blunt tip of the other bumped against your cervix, making you see stars. The sensations were overwhelming, your mind going hazy as you babbled incoherently, slurred pleas and moans spilling from your lips.
Leviathanโs eyes were glued to your face, watching every expression, every reaction. The sight of youโcompletely fucked out, cock-drunk and lost in pleasureโsent a surge of smug satisfaction through him. He moaned loudly, the sound almost desperate as he lifted your legs, pressing your knees against your chest, and somehow, impossibly, drove even deeper inside you.
You wailed as another orgasm tore through you, your cunt clenching and throbbing around him, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. He whined at the sensation, his own pace faltering as he neared his release. With a final, forceful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and came, his hot seed flooding your cunt. The feeling of him filling you, marking you from the inside out, made you moan weakly.
He panted heavily as he finally stopped cumming, his breath ragged as he slowly pulled out, even as you whimpered from the overstimulation. Cum leaked from your thoroughly used cunt, trailing down to your ass as he admired the state heโd left you in.
For a moment, he just looked at youโas if memorizing every mark, every bruise, every inch of you that heโd claimed. Then, with surprising gentleness and a now adorable flush on his face, he picked you up, holding you close to his chest. He carried you to his tub and he climbed in, laying down with you on top of him, his arms wrapped securely around you as he pulled a soft sheet over both of you.
You snuggled closer against his chest, your eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion washed over you. The romance between you two was never going to be pure, never going to be simple. It was twisted, dark, and even dangerousโbut it was real. You belonged to each other, and that was enough.
You would do anything to keep him because Leviathan was finally yours. And really, this was the best outcome you could have hoped for. Now, you didnโt have to go through with your darker plans of somehow knocking him out and trapping him somewhere. You only hoped he took you seriously about never leaving, because you truly would kill him if he tried. He belonged to you, after all.
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Yandere! Daenerys Targaryen Headcanons
I've never watched Game of Thrones [GOT] so I'm sorry if this is OOC, but just know I tried my best. [I know a little bit about her from Tiktok Edits]
From the moment she saw you, she was enchanted and had to have you
She'll approach you bold and confident, hoping to catch not only your eye but maybe your hand as well
She doesn't care where you're from, even if you're a White Walker, she will take you and engrave you into the House of Targaryen
^ Her brother will see it as a betrayal, but she's quick to hush him up, saying he knows nothing of love
Loves when you call her Dany/Dannie, it makes her feel warm and special inside
Will braid your hair, telling you it's part of a tradition, whenever you win a tournament and battle, under the guise that it's easier for her to braid it
Would love if you braid her hair after winning a fight
It makes her feel closer to you and you're sharing a special moment
She hums to you while she braids it
Mostly lullabies
She turns you around when she's done braiding and looks at your face. She'll slowly caress your cheek, before putting some baby hairs behind your ear
^ She looks at you like you're the only person in the world
And to her, you are
Will take you riding on her dragons
At first you were scared, but she's quick to console you and tell you it'll be fine
God, she loves when you squeeze her tightly in fear of falling
Every rejection you send her way just makes her more determined
She's protective over you. If anyone dares threaten you, she will kill them. How dare they try and threaten the love of her life? They were asking for death
She would do anything for you, all you have to do is ask. You want a specific food? Well, she'll travel across the world to get it for you
Sometimes she doesn't think about her actions in full and can end up accidentally hurting you
In those moments, she becomes frustrated at herself for hurting you. She becomes angry and will profusely apologize
Speaking of anger, whenever she does become angry, especially when it's because she hurt you, someone always gets hurt. She has to hurt someone else to replace the feeling of guilt and shame from hurting you. She doesn't care who, just anyone besides you. Maybe even someone you dislike?
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Platonic yandere step father Diluc has so huge potential... Just imagine he and his teen! step child. Like to bring a kitten from street. Something like that. My English is bad sorr
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Platonic! Yandere! Step-father! Diluc Ragnvindr x GN! Teen! Step-child! Reader
Description: You were in a bad mood. You wanted some company.
Diluc didn't like, that you had a bad mood. He tries to make up for it.
Warnings and tags: OOC. Platonic Yandere. English is my second language. Unpleasant Donna. Diluc is married (somewhat). Diluc's spouse's (Reader's biological parent) gender aren't specified. Reader's biological parent are a lousy parent. Child abandonment. Arranged marriage. Discussion of arranged marriages. Long backstory. Lumine is Traveler. Attempt at worldbuilding (arranged marriages in Mondstadt, CPS in Mondstadt). Diluc's age aren't specified. Implied blackmail, murder, robbery.
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Sometimes, people of Mondstadt didn't look at you. They had to make themselves to look at you. And then, they would not.
The "would not" part was almost the same in all cases. They would look above your head, at the ground, at the birds, at Barbatos's statue. Anywhere, but not at you. Someone would even ignore you talking to them, forcing you to repeat your words again and again. Well, perhaps, such people want you to yell to get their attention, so they could call you a disrespectful brat, complain to Master Diluc and get you in trouble.
But, before "would not" part, came a "look". And "looks" were different.
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Moco's and Hillie's looks were curious. In the worst way possible. They were looking at the source of gossip, when they looked at you.
You tried to shield away their whispers, focusing on a book.
"So... Are they a part of the Ragnvindr clan or not?"
just focus on a text
"No one knows... They weren't officially adopted..."
on a text
"Really? Well, it explains what I heard about their upbringing..."
text
"Tell me..."
please, stop talking about me
"Discuss your poorly done work, you lazy gossips!" Adelinde was livid. "Get back to work!"
A pair of maids quickly strode off, looking with fear at the Head Housemaid. She turned towards you.
Her look was full of pity.
"[Y/N], are you okay?"
You nodded. You weren't, but you don't want to discuss it right now. Adelinde didn't believe you, but decided to drop the subject.
"[Y/N], can I ask you for a small favor? Can you go to "Floral Whisper" and get decorations? They are supposed to be ready."
You immediately put your book down.
"Of course, Miss Adelinde!"
She gave you a small smile. She held a basket towards you.
"Here. For carrying them."
You took the basket and were ready to go, when Elzer called for you.
Elzer's look was full of sorrow and guilt. His gaze didn't linger, choosing to look at the owl statue.
"[Y/N], can you, please, bring that bottle to Master Diluc?" He pointed at the bottle on his table and turned around, showing, that he won't speak to you again.
You quickly put the bottle in your basket to leave the manor, heading to Mondstadt City.
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People from the Winery were, mostly, fine.
Citizens, on the other hand...
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Getting decorations would be a fine task, if Flora was there. She was kind. She looked at you.
Unfortunately, she wasn't here. But Donna was.
She was the worst. And that days she will be even worse.
"Hello. I am here to get commissioned decorations."
Your voice was loud enough to be heard. Yet Donna didn't react, choosing to look at the Quinn's stall. You waited. You repeat your words again.
"Please, can I have decorations? Are they ready?"
Donna didn't answer. But she spoke.
"Such a shame, that Windblume Festivals and Ludi Harpastum lost a lot of charm during last two years. Especially for a young maiden."
She gave you a quick side-eye. A very angry side-eye. You flinched, but repeat.
"Please... The decorations..."
Donna groaned, tear off the basket from your arms, took a box with Master Diluc's name on it, that was full of small flower decorations, and dumped the contents in the basket.
"Here. Be on your way."
You clenched the basket and walked off.
It has been going on for the last two years.
Young and unmarried were borderline hating you.
You were a constant reminder, that the Uncrowned King of Mondstadt was married.
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Mondstadt was beautiful that days. Well, it's not like Mondstadt wasn't beautiful in any other days. But, no one would disagree, that during Windblume Festival, capital city would become especially beautiful.
"Angel's Share" tavern has surprisingly a lot of free tables for a Windblume Festival.
Right now, on the first floor, Lumine spotted Nelson and Payne, both were sitting on their usual spots. She and Paimon were occupying a table on the second floor, and were the only ones up here. Lumine and Paimon were enjoying their berry juices, when Paimon noticed someone else.
"Look, Lumine, there is a kid down here!" Paimon pointed a finger at the first floor's corner. It was hard to look at it from duo's spot (and if Paimon didn't float a little bit higher, she also wouldn't spot the kid), so Lumine had to stand up.
In the far corner, there were a teen. They sat at one of the tables, looking before them. A basket full of flower decoration were standing on the table before them. They looked deep in thoughts. And very sad.
What was conserving, is that there also was a bottle of wine on the table.
Paimon float closer to the railing, taking a better look at the bar counter.
"Charles isn't here. Do you think they steal the bottle?"
Lumine and Paimon glanced at each other. They have never seen an underage drinker, and they knew, that people of Mondstadt are very careful with drinking age. But, everything can happen.
Lumine and Paimon hurry to the first floor.
They didn't notice, that two more people walked into the tavern.
"Hi! Happy Windblume Festival!" Paimon waved her hand, trying to get teen's attention. Lumine smiled.
"Happy Windblume Festival!"
They almost jumped, and turn their head towards them. A solemn look returned to their face.
"Oh... Hello. Happy Windblume Festival." teen looked uncomfortable. They chew their lip. "Do you... need something?"
Paimon float forward.
"Paimon's name is Paimon. And that's Lumine!"
Lumine waved.
"Nice to meet you." Traveler cast a sneaky glance at the bottle. It still was full. And wasn't open.
Teen nodded. They didn't say a word. Paimon continued.
We just saw you here alone. In a tavern..."
Teen slammed both hands against the table. Their voice trembled. It looked like they were on a verge of crying.
"I have the right to be here! I didn't do anything wrong!"
Lumine raised both of her hands.
"Calm down, please, we didn't mean anything bad!"
"Oh, is our Honorary Knight harassing kids?"
Lumine could hear a smirk in Kaeya's voice. Calvary Captain slowly approached them. Diluc was silently walking beside him. Kaeya ignored Lumine and Paimon, instead focusing on the teen.
"Sad, [Y/N]? Want to have a hug from your uncle to make you feel better?" Kaeya opened his arms, inviting [Y/N] for a hug.
"Uncle?! Kaeya? Master Diluc?" Paimon and Lumine asked in unison. Diluc didn't answer immediately. He walked closer to the teen and awkwardly pet them on the head. After that, he finally answered.
"I am married. [Y/N] are my child."
"What?!" Paimon squeaked. Her eyes sparkled with interest. "Master Diluc is married? Who managed to win his heart?"
Lumine looked as interested as Paimon.
Duo failed to see an uncomfortable look on Diluc's, Kaeya's and [Y/N]'s faces.
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Everyone in Teyvat know, that Mondstadt is a city of freedom. So, people would assume, that arranged marriages in Barbatos's land are forbidden.
People, who think like that, aren't mistaken, but, they also aren't completely right.
Marriages, that are arranged only for the sake of getting a hair, are banned. Here, parents can't sell their children into what can be called a slavery.
However, marriages, that arranged for establishing new business connections, for helping to Mondstadt, for making lives of both families better, are still legal. As long as parents discussed everything with their kids, there should be no problem with a consensual, mutually beneficial arranged marriage of Mondstadt's citizen.
On multiple occasions, Crepus spoke to Diluc about arranged marriages.
First time, he explained in the smallest details, in what situation he will consider arranging a marriage between Diluc and another person. Crepus also promised not to think about arranging a marriage, and doing it only as a last resort.
Second time, Crepus talked to Diluc and Kaeya at the same time. It happened few years after Kaeya was adopted into a clan. Crepus explained, that Diluc and Kaeya, despite both being part of Ragnvindr Clan, have different "fiancรฉ" values. Diluc was more valuable, as future head of a clan. However, marriage with Kaeya will let someone have a higher title, without getting the hardest responsibilities of the clan members. Crepus gave a permission to hit anyone, who would discuss Diluc's and Kaeya's value as possible husbands.
The third time, Crepus discussed with Diluc reasons for agreeing to a marriage.
Of course, not for getting an heir. Diluc should find someone he loves, to have children with. And, Diluc should be careful about having kids in an arranged marriage. If one day, they decided to get a divorce, Diluc and his spouse won't deal with traumatized children.
Think twice, before agreeing to a marriage to help Dawn Winery. It would be better, if Diluc will deal with business problems with his own power.
It's a good reason to help Mondstadt by marrying a possible ally. And, as usual, it should be Diluc's decision.
Getting married to help someone is a noble cause. However, Diluc should be careful about who he helps.
Crepus Ragnvindr never insisted on Diluc getting married. He never tried to arrange a marriage for him or Kaeya. Master Crepus just wanted his sons to be happy.
Diluc didn't think about having a spouse.
Not before Crepus's death.
And, he wasn't thinking about getting married after Crepus died.
Perhaps, it was the end of Ragnvindr bloodline.
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Diluc was sitting beside the fireplace, deep in his thoughts, when someone, who were standing behind his chair, coughed. He looked behind him. Elzer was standing here, looking exhausted and slightly guilty. Diluc raised an eyebrow.
"Elzer? Is something wrong?"
Elzer take a deep breath, before he spoke. He was speaking slowly, carefully choosing his words.
"It's complicated... Master Diluc, let me start with this... What I say next in no way, shape or form is a request, a plea or an offer." Elzer take another breath. "An old... acquaintance of mine has some problems. Many years ago he helped me with some serious task, so I have a small debt. So, to fulfill it, I agree to pass his message." Elzer looked at Diluc again. "I am simply delivering a message."
Diluc remained quiet. Elzer was always professional and collected, when he talked to him. Seeing him in that state wasn't something Diluc expected to ever see in his life. Diluc nodded to encourage Elzer.
"I understand. Please, continue."
Elzer sighed, rubbed the bridge of his nose. He even slightly lumped forward. He looked... tired.
"Will it be strange for me to say, Master Diluc, that I was hoping that you wouldn't listen to me?" Elzer asked rhetorically. The next second, Elzer spoke again.
"My old acquaintance is from Liyue. He is from one of the smaller noble families. He is facing some serious troubles." Elzer looked into the fireplace. Diluc could swear, that, for a moment, Elzer hopped, that fire would escape the fireplace and either burned him, or his mysterious acquaintance with troubles.
"He has two children. And older one messed up. Badly." Elzer, once again, spoke slowly and carefully. Diluc decided not to interrupt him. Better gave him as much time as he needs. "Twelve years ago they disappeared. Or, perhaps, they just decided to travel. Their father refused to elaborate. It's not that important. What's important, is that Older One returned a few months ago. With a spouse and a child. New made grandfather was delighted. Until the first family dinner."
Elzer rubbed his temples. This time, Diluc decided to ask a question.
"What happened?"
Elzer answered immediately. With every world, Elzer's voice became more and more irritated.
"Older One got drunk. And confessed, that they did something to... They trick their spouse into... Dear Barbatos!" Elzer was almost growling at that point. "That idiot confessed, that twelve years ago they were sabotaging protection and contraceptives, so their child would be conceived and born. They wanted their spouse to always be with them. They used the child to chain their spouse to them." Elzer became silent. Diluc waited. Elzer voice was tired.
"Their spouse weren't happy about it. They asked for divorce. And disowned [Y/N] on a spot."
"Their own child." Diluc wasn't asking. There was no need for it. Still, Elzer nodded.
"The word about the whole situation get outside the family. And now their reputation is in shambles, they are loosing their wealth. However, there is one way to fix the situation. To marry a younger one to a good family, to someone outside Liyue. That's why they asked for help."
Elzer looked at Diluc with a guilty expression.
"Master Diluc. They asked me to deliver their proposition. Fourth of their future income, partnership with Dawn Winery, base for gathering information in other nation. In return, they ask..."
Before Elzer could finish, Diluc spoke.
"For me to marry the younger one."
Elzer nodded.
"Yes. But, as I said, I only was asked to carry a message. I never promised them an answer, or an agreement."
Diluc looked at the fire.
"I understand... Never thought, that I would get such an offer."
It was a messy situation. And none of Diluc's business. He should just reject this "offer".
However...
"The kid... How they are doing?"
Elzer shrugged.
"I can't tell for sure. "Happy" grandfather mentioned his kids and himself, but hardly spoke about [Y/N]. But, I can guess, that they aren't in a good place right now."
There was no doubt in it. Kid lost everything in one moment. And, it was unclear, if they have someone, who weren't busy and can reassure them.
Crepus did mention, that helping someone through arrange marriage was a noble cause. It would be a good deed, to help a kid. By marrying their relative.
Diluc turned his head towards Elzer.
"Can you, please, arrange a meeting? I want to talk to them."
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Meetings went surprisingly fine and productive. Diluc counted at least five times, when his "future father-in-law" was ready to bow before him.
It was concerning, that there was hardly any interactions between him and his "future partner". But, as Diluc can see, that all family members were focusing on salvaging what remains of their family's connections. They didn't have much time for a small talk.
The contract was made.
Marriage will end, when the family establish themselves in a different nation and will be able to have a normal income, that will let them live and not survive.
Diluc can ask for divorce anytime he wants.
Cheating is punishable with divorce.
Diluc and future generations of Ragnvindr Clan will get all support family can give them.
Diluc's property and finances were secured, he shouldn't worry about losing them during divorce.
It wasn't relationship. It won't be a fairy tale romance.
It was a business relationship. That, hopefully, would help people in bad situation.
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There was no need for a wedding ceremony. They could just go to the Cathedral and have a small ceremony. Just two of them. No guests, no feast. Nothing.
They could just sigh a contract in Liyue. No guests, no feast. Nothing.
But Diluc felt bad. He wanted to let his future partner have at least a celebration.
And all went downhill.
Wedding started with a scandal.
He said his wow.
And they start screaming.
Accusing him of being a monster. Of taking advantage over their sorrow. Of being a virtue.
Soon, the whole family was screaming at each other.
Younger one refused to get married.
But the contract was signed.
And Liyue citizens value contracts. Heir of family should marry Diluc Ragnvindr.
That day, the wedding did happen.
Diluc and Older Sibling got married.
And Diluc became [Y/N]'s step-father.
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It was evening.
Diluc was checking on the vineyard. His mood was sour.
His "spouse" were an unpleasant person. They spent days pitying their previous marriage, they disrespect his workers and ignored [Y/N]. The kid were eleven, their family was destroyed, their parent disowned them and second parent didn't pay attention to them. Moreover, every time Diluc tried to talk with [Y/N], his attempt would be shut down with a "Don't you dare to parent my child, Diluc!"
And now, Diluc has loosed all chances to help [Y/N].
His "spouse" wanted to help their family in establishing a new life in a new region. So, they left in the morning, right after Diluc left for a Mondstadt city. Diluc didn't have a chance to say goodbye to [Y/N].
Vineyard was quiet and peaceful. Only sounds of wind were heard...
"ACHOO!"
Diluc froze. Which of his grapevines caught a cold?
Diluc looked down, after he heard rustling of the grass. Red eyes met with [e/c] ones.
[Y/N] were shivering. They looked tired and hungry.
"Sorry, Master Diluc... I don't know if I am allowed to stay in the Winery! I will leave if I..."
Diluc shushed them.
"We will go inside. Adelinde will prepare a warm bath for you. We will have dinner."
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Year passed.
[Y/N] were living with Diluc. Live was more or less normal.
Diluc can't say, for sure, when exactly he started to think about [Y/N] as his own child.
Diluc didn't think twice about hosting a birthday party for them.
But, one problem remained.
[Y/N]'s biological family.
Mondstadt laws about abandoned children were simple.
Child abandonment was a crime.
However, there was also an "Exception".
If the child in question had guardians, caretakers, and their distant parents can be reached via mail, in that case, it won't be viewed as an abandonment.
Currently, only Alice's and Klee's situation was considered an "Exception".
Alice treated that arrangement seriously. She spoke to Knights, nuns, her old friends and even Diluc's staff, making sure, that her little girl won't be left unsupervised. Alice was always reachable. Jean could write a letter to her, and Alice would respond. And would return to Mondstadt, if situation calls for that.
Was it a good solution? Maybe not, but no one would dare to call her a "bad mother". She did her best to care for Klee and fulfill her responsibilities for Knights.
Diluc's and [Y/N]'s situation shouldn't be an "Exception".
Diluc has no reason to let [Y/N] stay. He could just divorce their parent, who were nowhere to be found and who refused to contact their child.
There were no reason for Diluc to keep being involved with them.
But, Diluc knew, that he was the only one, who cared about [Y/N].
Two months after [Y/N]'s twelfth birthday, Diluc filled necessary paperwork.
Now, there were two "Exceptions" in Mondstadt.
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While Kaeya was keeping Lumine's and Paimon's attention on himself, Master Diluc leaned towards you.
"Are you okay?"
You nodded.
"Yes..."
Master Diluc pat you on a head again.
"Are you sure?"
You could lie again. Like you lied to Adeline. But Master Diluc wasn't Adelinde.
"Moco and Hillie were gossiping again. Donna was rude. Grandfather and others... still didn't write."
You missed Diluc's dark glare.
"Don't pay attention to them. They aren't worth it." Diluc saw, that his words didn't work so well, and you still were upset. He should find a way to cheer you up. But he still was busy and can't spend time with you. And you barely have any friends in Mondstadt. Adults knew about your family's behavior and were suspicious of you. They thought, that your situation was your family's ploy to get into Ragnvindr Clan. And kids tend to mimic parents' behavior, so, a lot of kids and teens ignored you. Still, Diluc didn't want you to spend the whole day in the tavern on in the manor. He took a heavy coin purse, full of Mora, from his pocket, and gave it to you.
"Hey... [Y/N]. Take it. Have some fun. Play games, eat a lot of treats. At the end of the day, we will go home together. Deal?"
A faint smile appeared on your face. You took the purse.
"Thank you, Mister Diluc."
You still have troubles with calling him "dad". Well, can't have everything at the same time.
You left the tavern. The basket and the bottle remained on the table.
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You were bored and lonely. You were sitting on a bench, munching on a Hash Brown.
Food was delicious, but you weren't that hungry to eat for a whole day.
Most of the games weren't interesting to play by yourself.
You wish you had some company.
Something soft rubbed against your legs. You looked down and saw a fluffy ginger kitten. You always wanted to have a kitten, but your parents didn't let you, and you still were nervous near Master Diluc to ask for a kitten.
"Hi... Are you also alone?"
The kitten meowed, rubbing against your leg. You slowly reached towards kitten. He sniffed your hand, before bumping it with his forehead.
It looks like, you get a company you wanted.
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The workday was finally over. Master Diluc and you were on your way home. You had your kitten with you. He was hidden.ย
It was wrong to sneak in an animal. But, you wanted to keep the kitten.
"[Y/N]... Are you hiding something?" Master Diluc looked unamused. You tried to give him an innocent smile.
"No, Mister Diluc. I am not hiding anything."
Diluc skeptically looked at the suspicious bungle under your shirt.ย
"Really?" Diluc flatly asked, pocking the bungle. One offended "meow" later, and a ginger kitten climbed under your shirt and sat on your shoulder. You were busted.
"Master Diluc... Cookie played with me today... I thought..." You swallowed your words under Diluc's gaze.ย ย
"Today we will give him a bath and feed him. Tomorrow we will go to Margaret and ask for advices on kitten care." simply stated Diluc.
You looked at him with wide eyes.
"You mean... You are fine with me having a pet?"ย
Diluc ruffled your hair.
"Why I should be against it? You could have asked for one long ago."
ย You didn't know, what got into you. But you hugged Diluc, kitten was still on your shoulder.
ย "Thank you do much, dad!"
ย Diluc let your words sunk in. He put his hand on the top of your head. Diluc's lips barely moved.
ย "You called me... dad."ย
ย You froze. You tried to get from the hug.
ย "It was an accident, I didn't mean..."
ย Diluc's hand pressed you against his chest in an awkward hug.
ย "That accident... It will make me really happy, if you start repeating them more often."
ย ________
It was middle of the night.
Diluc was patrolling Mondstadt City. Right now, he was observing, how Donna got in serious trouble.
Windblume Festival tend to lure criminals. People, who were trying to get their hands on something valuable.
Quite stupid and gullible people. Who believed an anonymous note about maiden from flower shop having some rare expensive jewelry at home.
Donna will be terrified, and her house will end up completely messed up.
Darknight Hero should probably help her.
But, she was so rude to Darknight Hero's child.ย
That should be a lesson to her.
Diluc will make sure, that the rest of Mondstadt won't be damaged.
He had a busy evening.
He helped [Y/N] take care of Cookie.
He had a strict talk with maids. Reminding them, that they should do their job, and not gossip about his child. And reminding them, that he has connections, money, and he knows where their families live.
He had dinner with [Y/N]. [Y/N] called him "dad" a few more times.
ย Last time, Diluc was that happy, was when he got a letter on [Y/N]'s thirteenth birthday.
From his allies from underground intelligence network.ย
About a successful operation to get an intel on Fatui.
Unfortunately, they arrived a little bit late. There were casualties.ย
A certain noble from Mondsdat became a widower.
To keep the network safe, that casualties should be hidden from the public.
Diluc was patrolling Mondstadt City.
And his thoughts were focused on [Y/N].
On how Mondstadt view them.
He could easily put the end to all rumors.
He could make Mondstadt citizens accept [Y/N].
He didn't do it.
Itโs probably for the best that no one else tries to be friendly with them. Diluc wouldnโt want to see [Y/N] break out of that shell they were forced in, after all. As long as they are like this, he will be their only source of comfort.ย
Their father.
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