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scara-meow-che · 3 years

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☰⠀FEATURING⠀ⵓ⠀scaramouche x fem! reader x tartaglia

⁺៹⠀DETAILS⠀ⵓ⠀NSFW ະ non-con (coercion) ະ mentions of blood ະ dacryphilia ະ threesome ະ oral (m) ະ double penetration ະ choking ະ sadism/masochism ະ electrostimulation ະ degradation ະ corruption kink ະ mind break ະ stockholm syndrome (?) ະ this is fucking long ,,, 5990 words :')

ꕤ⠀NOTES⠀ⵓ⠀this is inspired by @hoodhookage's thirst asks on scara's part because that was literally the hottest thing i've read so far about our brat of a fatui. also, i hope you like this~

the fatuis, ah, they are the people who you often kept a lookout for. their overwhelming prowess that seeps through their presence was enough to have your soul shivering within your body. their hands, clad in gloves can't even hide the blood that it had accumulated throughout the years, an unfathomable number of people who had lost their lives just because they got involved with either of their heinous crimes against a fatui or they are unlucky that they've been targeted all along.

the secrets those cold eyes held were enough to have you mesmerized from how deep it can go, from how many those keep within its abysmal hues, from how many those have seen. beautiful but dangerous, alluring but deadly—you can't grasp how much the fatuis are influential and known as a formidable force in teyvat.

just the image of them in your mind had you sighing in distress, fueling more of your anxieties as you trudge through the forest to go to the river. with your spare clothes in hand, a towel to dry yourself from the cool water, the excitement felt for the bath you longed for had now turned sour and left a foul taste in your mouth.

because those were mainly the reason why you hid away deep in the forest, keeping yourself safe and far from their reach, your judgment and decisions anchored on whatever actions they may do once they have you in their hands. all because of the name you carry.

your fool of a father who chose to anger one man in particular who you can't recall besides his orange locks and dashing blue eyes. and, to add more burden in your already miserable life, who would've thought that even in the very last moment of your father had also swelled hatred to another man who was bestowed with such beauty but with an attitude and vileness could stand alone with the gods themselves.

you shake your head once more, breathing heavily as you settle most of your apparel on the tree stump you often rest on as you read a book. the little sanctuary you have made to yourself, a little safe place to keep you away from harm, it never failed to protect you.

but as the season change, the place you opted for safety would turn into memories as it had changed you.

your e/c eyes prance around the area, feeling the tranquility so it can somehow make you forget of your worries. with each step you make with your bare feet near the water, as your hand slowly pulls down the simple white robe you have sewn months before—your mind had lulled into bliss, your skin cools down with the fresh breeze swaying along with the trees. your eyelids had closed, a dreamy sigh runs out your lips and there fell the robe you were wearing.

stark naked, comfortable in your own skin, nothing had you anxious when you melt in the sensation of the water running right up your ankles, slowly entering the gentle blanket of the river secluded from the eyes of many.

a safe place, that's what you always thought.

you sat down on this one familiar spot, where the rocks are smooth, cold against your body. you sighed in satisfaction, relaxing in the free-flowing water as if it washes away all the stress building up in you.

but nothing would ever stay the same.

there, from afar, stood two men who can't seem to control the words spit to one another. they have hatred swirling in their eyes but the moment they heard you humming a gentle tune—so innocent, so pure, it was something they want to have the leisure in bringing it towards its melancholic end. your smooth skin they pray to cover with all their bites and bruises, to destroy the softness in your eyes as theirs showed a dangerous glint on it. they were hungry, desiring to taint you so badly. such distasteful motivations to have you as their own plaything—they want nothing more than to have you right then and there.

and that's the only reason why they cooperated in the first place.

the same reason to rivet for revenge, they want to have every l/n to suffer the punishment of angering a fatui. but you were special, oh, you really are because they have different plans for you.

within the minutes of peace comes each step of both men, closing over your unsuspecting body. each calm heartbeat that thuds within your chest is every tap of their feet on the sacred grounds you keep. the simplicity of your life adorned with unyielding perturbation finally comes to an end.

"well, what do we have here? a bit crude to be bathing naked when a stranger is bound to walk in any moment." an unfamiliar voice loomed over your back, head twisting to the side only to be caught by a rough hand down your chin, tilting your face up and saw the same man with the dark navy hair, a permanent scowl in his face, eyes glowing in complete domination, belittling your fragile existence with just its strong stare.

"as expected from the likes of you," scaramouche sneers, tightening his hold on your cheeks. your soft flesh felt smooth against the pad of his fingers, something he'd adore to touch. your hands were fast to wrap around your body, trying to protect yourself but it was futile. with fear sparking inside your mind and body, hot tears had swelled in your eyes, the painful sting of scaramouche's hold on your jaw is nothing compared to how they ruined your chance in living a normal life. "aw, crying already? we haven't even done anything to you yet."

you were scared, eyes glossy as the memories you tried suppressing back had lashed out in your view, the nightmares you wished to forget blends into reality. shaking, biting down on your lips, you were shaken to see the two people who you have dedicated most of your time avoiding.

and they were here, in the flesh, breathing right in front of you.

"don't scare her off, scaramouche. we don't even know if she's the type to bite." childe muses, standing tall behind the male. his eyes held mischief and yet the way his voice sent sharp knives of ice at how cold it was worsened the fear cursing through your veins.

you can no longer keep in the tears, mind juggling one thought after another, thinking of ways to save yourself, to be at their mercy. like a mouse in a lion's den, you were cowering with your tail tucked in terror. childe laughs at your distressed state, heart beating fast to bloom in colors to his cheeks as he sees you surrendering to whatever fate you have without a fight.

he hates it when someone he meets doesn't hold any ounce of strength to push back his attacks, to defend themselves from the unrelenting blow of his arrow and slash of his sword. childe hates it when someone so weak had appeared in front of him but you were an exemption on his book.

"aren't you so adorable," childe comments in amusement, crouching down beside scaramouche where the latter moved away, scoffing with another glare sent at your way. he slides a finger on your cheeks, feeling you shiver at the touch. he smiles. "let's get you out the water before you get cold. you're shivering enough already so let's get you back to your place, yeah?"

he offers but you can't trust him yet you stood on your own feet, hands covering what you can of your body. you can feel both their eyes hungrily taking in the view of your shrinking form. the tremor of your fingers was adorable as it shields the private parts none had ever seen, their minds going overdrive at how much they want to have it locked on top of your head.

"come here, i won't hurt you—well unless that's what you want me to do." you saw how childe had one hand welcoming you in his hold, urging you to come to him but your legs felt too weak beneath you. you can't, you can't accept how they ruined your life, how they control how you lived for years, how they made every decision you made based on the fear they made you feel...

you hated this.

so you resisted, biting down your tongue to ground yourself. a show of defiance, that's what you're going to give to them and prepare for the right time to escape, to scream for help, to hope that there is another way out of this.

"too slow," scaramouche groans and went to pick you up, hands scooping on your body, and you were lifted out of the ground, not caring how you resisted in his arms. but you managed to kick off the hat that he wore. your legs went up straight to his face, momentarily catching him off guard.

"you bitch." you heard him snarled with such anger, tone low and deep. you scrambled on your feet, trying to run away but childe had caught you with one arm around your stomach, head resting down to your shoulder and there came an icy looking sword that he points at your neck. the sharp edge shimmers underneath the light seeping through the trees.

you felt his hot breath fanning your skin covered in cold sweat, the contrasting temperatures stir both fear and this disgusting rumble of excitement on your core. his lips went from your neck up to your ears and he whispered, "i told you, if you don't want to get hurt then you should know how to obey."

"why would i?" you thought but came out as you unconsciously whispered the words. childe's eyes widen in surprise, a deep chuckle echoes in his chest and it rumbles just right on top of your back. you stand firm, waiting for your end but all you felt was his free hand gliding up your forearms and quickly wrapped itself on your neck.

you let out a choked whimper, head tilting back his shoulder as he pressed you closer to his body. the liquified sword was suddenly retracted back and he moved quickly and placed a hand on your abdomen, slithering down to your crotch.

"get away from m-me." your words came out as a strangled plea, the tight hold childe has on your throat was too much, your lungs struggling as it slowly ran out of air. your hands were desperately pulling him away but he was just too strong compared to you. when he sees your eyes going back your head, bits of drool lulling out of your tongue down to your chin, he lets go of your throat but still had it wrapped around you, "for good measure," as he thought.

in a few seconds of you coughing for air, your eyes peaked up and saw scaramouche walking in front of you. the scowl and glare he has on you were terrifying, pushing more adrenaline in your body as your fight defenses slowly lose against the looming fear he gives you. those eyes of his were lifeless as he gazes down at your quivering body and all you could do was observe, behave, wait for his next move.

you follow his hand that worms its way up to your chest, running a finger down to your breasts, circling on your nipples that harden in the contact. "i was about to reconsider the idea of being nice to you but you just know how to anger me, like your old man."

and that's when you felt it, the sharp sting from the tip of his finger on your aroused bud. you buckled in childe's hold, a strained wanton moan escapes your lips as your body reacted to scaramouche's advances. he smirks, condescendingly so, and gave your other nipple the same electrifying shock. resulting in another moan on your part.

"oh, take a look at that," he whimsically muttered when he kept on shooting small electric currents on your body, venturing towards your core that childe had spread open with the use of one knee. scaramouche's finger was leisurely taking their time to slide around your body as if to tease you.

it felt disgusting.

"you're already wet," he nonchalantly throws out in the air, smirking when he easily pushes in a finger through your folds, your skin felt smooth against his touch that he hums while looking for your clit.

and as soon as he found the small mound on your crotch, he gave it another zap and the feeling was more intense than what you've felt on your nipples as this had you pathetically grinding up your hips, your body surrenders to the pleasurable sting of pain despite your mind saying 'no'.

"a desperate whore, fitting for a woman who came from a good-for-nothing man. bring her back to her house." scaramouche commanded and childe laughs in response.

"you already hogged on her attention then i think it's fitting if you're the one who should carry her." he lets you go, body falling on the ground. your hands had barely held you up, knees scraped on the rough patches on land and scaramouche had let out an annoyed 'tsk'.

you've scarred her skin. you fool." while you wince in the pain coming from your knees, scaramouche had pulled on your hair, jerking your head to meet his gaze. "i swear if you ever do something funny, i won't hesitate to kill you. do you understand?"

with a weak nod and a low 'yes' from your trembling lips, scaramouche smirks in satisfaction.

"good. now walk, you whore." with that, you stood up and shakily followed each step he took towards your home. within every second, you pray for your life, within every minute your heart thumps heavily inside your chest, the mixture of embarrassment and fear had been prominent in controlling your thoughts.

what are they going to do to you? would you still live after this? would it be better if you just die already?

millions of thoughts ran through your mind as you crashed in the back of scaramouche when he paused right in front of the door of your house. he looks back at you, glowering at how you mindlessly bumped into him. as much as he's annoyed and impatient, he sighed and opens the unlocked knob, an eyebrow raised in fascination.

"you really think you can hide away from us, huh? feeling so safe in here," he scoffs, pulling you by the wrist and trapped you in the wall of the entrance. you whimpered in pain, looking away as you're afraid you'd get killed right inside your safe place, well, what used to be your safe place.

"but don't worry, we'll have to make some arrangements with you first, to atone for the sins of your useless father and family." the painful hold on your wrist tightens as scaramouche pulls you in and had you crashing down on your bed, body sprawled out but cowers small in being naked in front of the two men.

since you live alone, you spare no privacy for your own little quarter, the small entryway connecting the living room that serves as your bedroom and kitchen on the other side.

you need nothing of luxury. you never intended to desire such an extravagant life but your heart knew too well how humans are greedy, how they can't be content with whatever's given. they take and take and take until there's nothing left to offer.

your father, your family who had fallen victim to the vile nature of humans had cursed you this life and now you're the one repaying what they had extracted, what they've speculated more than the power their name had given them. still, your tears didn't stop from pouring in hot droplets on your burning skin, eyes sizzling in pain when your hair was yet again yanked by scaramouche, hands that covers your chest goes up in pulling away from his grip on your locks, your scalp aches with every strand he tugs on.

"listen here f/n," he started, whispering close but his eyes never once left yours. in a heartbeat, his other hand slithered once more on your bare chests, upwards the valley of your breasts, leaving sparks of his power on your skin. he can feel your breathing grow heavy by the minute, legs involuntarily grinding on one another as the infliction of pain surges nothing but euphoria in your head.

disgusting, you felt awful about yourself but the strong jolts it gives on your tensed nerves had you choking down your moans. it felt too good when scaramouche zaps you with every move of his finger, teasing you slowly then flashes this hot shot of electricity on your body. while you squirm in the comforts of the mattress with your hair locked between the male's fingers, he had you right where he wanted you.

"obey our every command and we'd take good care of you. the debts embedded in your name excised by us, just how you wanted to. but—," for a second, he pauses to take in your quivering form in his hold, thighs clenched and teeth pressed down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from speaking up. "—once you defy our orders, we have no choice but to leave you in your blood bath."

did you hear that right? for a moment, his voice sounded soft in your ears, his lips barely touching your skin but felt as if he gave you a kiss. you could only nod in response, still trying to look for your voice shoved down by the angst corrupting your senses. scaramouche picks you up and placed your body against him, bits of his clothes' accessories felt cold on your skin, fitting what you saw in those indigo hues.

"ah, you always love having fun with her. let me have a go," childe complains at the side, placing both his hands on your thighs to separate them apart. you let out a whimper, barely even able to react to how he settled between your legs, his blue orbs shining in hunger as he admires the arousal coating your sex.

childe licks his lips, moving his head towards your cunt. you resisted the actions being done to you, even when you're dizzy at how fast and sudden everything goes, you tried prying your legs closed but childe was just too strong.

"i told you, didn't i?" you heard scaramouche whisper behind you, his hands started to massage your breasts, placing your perked mounds between his fingers, twitching it, flicking on the sensitive nipples. you arched your back in the intense feeling, adding more to your little cries were the loud slurps childe does on your dripping hole.

"you're barely hanging on a thin thread to save your life f/n, so stop being stubborn. or you'd rather suffer a painful death?" scaramouche's voice echoes in your head, the word death had your head shaking in fear.

you shook your head no while you utter out hideous noises of how you were enjoying every second childe slurps and laps on your juices, his fingers massaging the soft flesh of your thighs just right, eyes darting up to see how your face warped into a depraved one, lust induced orbs fluttering at every sensation burning inside of you, the fire kindling within as scaramouche's fingers never once faltered in zapping and flicking your hard buds.

"do you like this?"

the question snapped you out of the dreamy reverie, jolting out of their grip but it was futile yet you resisted. you don't like this, do you? you were confused because what they're doing to you felt just right.

"ah! dear archons!" your toes curled when childe sucked on your clit, lips nipping at your sensitive nub. your hands went to pull at his hair, scaramouche letting you be with this small smile. the more you writhe and flail at how much childe simultaneously suck and lick on your cunt, the more you felt scaramouche get hard behind you. his hard on prominent at how it poked through his shorts that your lower hip often brushes against the throbbing cock.

he hisses in your ear at one particular jolt from your body, the supple and plush flesh of your ass grind hard on him. barely able to control himself, with dazed senses, he unknowingly increased the input of electricity he leaves on your body, the shock had danced with fire on your veins.

"'s too much! it’s p-painful!" you whimpered out, eyes closing shut when childe thrusts his fat tongue inside your hole. the gentle strokes on your skin fight the storm of pleasure wreaking havoc inside your body, the warm and wet feeling of childe’s muscles going in and out of you is a foreign fount of rapture, one you never knew and never have wished to know but it was too addicting. you wanted to get more out of it, causing your hips to buck up, grinding to meet childe’s precise jut of his tongue on your sex.

“painful? you should learn not to lie, f/n. your body seems to do a great job in being honest with us. cooperate, will you?” the indigo-haired man said before he leaves kisses on your neck, biting down on your shoulder, sucking on the parts you felt the weakest. you felt your abdominal muscles stiffen, the new sensation that tightens inside your body had your mind temporarily shutting off, legs shaking in childe's hold as you felt the intense feeling building up from the deepest parts of your body, sweat glistens on your skin, lips plump and red from how much you bite down on it.

your eyes teared up at how conflicted you were, losing in the battlefield of fear and lust, your body betraying you on every second that passes. the sharp sting on your chest from smooth hands, the heavy strokes and hungry draw of a tongue on your soppy cunt—the knot you thought would only arouse from the looming fear you were so familiar from had you screaming in bliss.

you can no longer hold back the swelling between your legs, a euphoric flood crashed down on you in large waves. childe can feel how your walls tightened around him, a mad smile quirking on his lips as he continued sucking on your cunt, ignoring the cries and strong pull on his hair. overwhelmed, light-headed, breathless, you looked so divine to the two fatuis. they will have so much fun with you.

“what a pretty sight, again.” in minutes, you were a sobbing and creaming mess, childe successfully pulling out the most salacious noise and prurient cries from your throat as he didn’t once falter nor paused in sucking all your cum. beautiful, they thought as they listen to your wrenched sobs.

scaramouche finds pleasure when he can see the tears endlessly spilling out of your eyes like the way you kept on making a wet mess between your thighs. getting a little angsty as childe hogs over your body, the young man moved your head to the side and kissed you, burying your noises as he bites on your lower lips, taking advantage of your mouth opening to gasp, and his tongue swirls and sucks on you so good, your mind was getting foggy and dizzy from all the pleasure.

addicting, you never wonder why but you're submerged in the depths of lust and of your own fears. a large part of you scolds you on why you were letting them take advantage of your own weakness, of your body susceptible to this humane avidity to seek only pleasure, even if it's mixed with pain.

torn, your heart constricts and bleeds being wrapped in the thorns of discord—the hankering for happiness and longing for peace against the fight for your own life and to what's left of your innocence. do you really feel happy at how much they were letting you experience all this? would you really feel free when they'd get over you? is your life still worth fighting for? is your innocence really of value?

you never stopped crying, you never do. the overwhelming feeling of helplessness, your hope fading at each second that pasts, every crystal diamond your eyes go let go aren't going to change everything. childe and scaramouche were so adamant in keeping you to themselves, they would never let you go.

as you reached another peak of your orgasm, childe finally lets you go with an audible pop while scaramouche lets you breathe after drowning you with his kisses. your lungs throbbed from the lack of oxygen but once again, the two had placed you right where they want to—scaramouche had turned you around to face him as he lies down in bed, bits of his clothes were thrown out of the room while childe removes his on your back.

your shaky legs were placed on the sides of scaramouche's thighs, his hands tight to adjust your trembling body right on top of his cock. as you pant in, you felt the tip of his cock brushes on your abused clit, your body arching down with your head resting on the crook of his neck.

"we're gonna fuck you," he whispers before he pushes you down to take him all in one go. "drill into your mind that you're nothing but our little cockwhore," he finished before you screamed, in pain, feeling how it burned between your legs. he was big, filling your tight hole with his girth.

you were stretched beyond what you can handle, mewling as he didn't give you any time to adjust around him. he was cruel, cold, merciless but beautiful, remembering how his kisses sent tremors to your heart. conflicted once more, you craned your head up to look at him. with glossy eyes, it was hard to see what expression ever adorns his pretty face.

scaramouche felt your tears falling down to his cheeks his heart swells in pride and satisfaction. "you'd like that, won't you?" it was then the excruciating pain had subsided and with every time his hands press you down to meet his thrusts, you have moaned out his name but too dazed to even notice of doing that.

"hm? that's not what i wanted to hear f/n." and then you felt a strong slap on your ass, emitting a loud squall from your already strained voice. "say it, say how much you want to be our cockwhore." and you felt another, and another, and another. childe beams behind to see your skin are now dusted in a dark undertone as your blood rushes through each vein that

"yes! please... w-wanna be your cockwhore... just -fuck me, please." fear for your life laced in the desperation to soothe the pain felt inside your core, your voice felt so far as if you don't even hear yourself anymore but for all its worth, if its to save your life in addition to mend the ache on both your heart and of your sex—you hated yourself, you hated how you slowly agree to this.

but it's not like you have any choice, right?

wrong, you have but they've already swallowed what's left of the flame of your will to push back.

not with how scaramouche had your toes curling at how he hit spots inside of your sex that just felt too good, adding more pressure when the tip sends jolts of the same electrifying shock he did on your breasts. and it didn't end when he kept your hole so full of him when he had his mouth busy biting and sucking on your nipples, causing you to throw your head back in a scream. but all your cries of pleasure were quickly muffled by childe who kisses you when he settles himself on your back.

how could you deny all this when childe uses his pre-cum to stain the other puckering hole near your cunt, smiling when it gapes as you accept every rough and deep stroke of scaramouche's hips to meet your writhing body. not when his arousal was enough to lube himself up and to slowly slips himself in, his kisses still gushing you down as another stretch of your body down below was too much, too painful but oh so good.

helpless against the toll of pain that bore fruit to pleasure, you keep on screaming out their names, hands grasping on the sheets as if it's your lifeline, to bound you down as your head spins from how much bliss had rained all over you. the feeling had washed away your fears.

as you are sandwiched between scaramouche and childe, feeling both their cocks simultaneously going in and out of you in a very addicting rhythm, you felt the rope in your core snap. your walls had fluttered, clasping and releasing its hold on both their cocks that had them groan in the feeling.

"so fucking good, taking both of us at the same time." childe grunts in your ear, voice strained when your walls felt so warm, so soft and snug around him. "you're gonna make me cum."

"please, please cum in me?"

"a very eager whore," childe says before laughing. "so keen to please us now. that's good." and you felt how childe snaps back up to your hole, earning a scream from you. "a good whore like you deserves my cum." his pace increases in speed, holding your hips as he drills himself in and out of you.

scaramouche grunts when he can feel childe's girthy length brushes against his inside of you, hating how this ginger reaps more and more of your noises. he felt how your body press down on him, halting his movements. but he's not one to back out.

"you want our cum?" scaramouche asks, placing both his hand on your cheeks, having you focus on him below as he lets childe rut himself away to his orgasm. and when the ginger does, you felt how he twitched inside of your ass, flooding your insides with his warm load. the warmth of childe behind you overflows out to your thighs as he thrust himself back in but hesitated in taking his greedy hands to keep you to himself because of the glare he got from the man below.

"i do, so good." you hummed, accepting every drop of childe's cum while you look at scaramouche.

"you want to be fucked full?" he asked, elevating your body with the little space available before he pummels himself as deep as he could, hitting the walls to your womb. the contact was more powerful than how he was roughly jerking himself to your tight cunt before childe came from behind. it's more aggressive, possessive, your whole body bouncing to meet every thrust, forcing himself deeper when he pushes your legs wider.

"i'm gonna fuck you with my cum, got that?" you nodded, mind too dazed to even say anything in response to how his girth feels just right inside of you. "gonna fill you up—," he groaned out the words, fixing you in place for your hole to fuck himself on. "—stain your insides with my cum—" your walls gushes out more of your slick, reeling in the words said, craving the satisfying feeling of being full. "—that you'd always want it."

"yes! yes! fill me up!" as tears brimmed in your eyes, you smiled down at scaramouche, the dreamy smile he knew too well and had always wanted to see from your pretty face.

"do you really want this?" you feverishly nodded, eyes closed when you felt the heat inside of you soared into burning flames throughout your body. "do you want to cum?" again, you nodded, sobbing when he didn't stop, when childe finally matches scaramouche's speed and strength in ramming in your hole.

"fuck," the 6th fatui harbinger muttered under his breath, biting down his lips when your soft walls spasmed around him. "ah, fuckfuckfuck." childe utters before he bites down to your neck and it's when both men released all their loads inside, god, you can feel how they shoot their warm and thick load. it's mind-breaking, you love it, feeling so full and hot all over.

both their cocks do these little shakes inside of you, seconds were spent in filling you like how they want to. you were so full, brimming, seeping so much with their cum. addicting, truly addicting, you wanted more.

when the two finally managed to steady their breathing, they both looked at you and saw how your eyes still glowed in salacious intent, half-lidded but the e/c hues are dilated to shows a deep pool of color.

"more?" a simple question. "i want more." a simple sentence but held so much meaning for both fatuis.

"good."

months, it's been months since you were held captive by both fatui harbingers and were brought to their own lands. it was cold, the bluish glow of the area had you remembering childe's matching orbs while the icy breeze your skin would felt reminds you of scaramouche's glare and attitude. but it felt too normal for you now, mending the emptiness you felt.

a collar was placed on your neck, your fingers can feel the metal adorning the leash with letters of the names you always call in the morning and scream at night. you waited, patiently, as they told you. the longest nights will be over, the loneliest mornings will soon be full of their presence around you.

you looked out of the window, hands gently trace shapes you make out from the frost on the clear glass walls. the ice that blows and goes in the scenery felt like a distant memory of the prison you thought to be a part of, the life before and now after you met them.

the house that they left you to reside in was far from the village, mirroring what life you used to have. disconnected, outcasted, away from anyone but them. if you used to be held in chains by a life full of terror and complete unease as each breath was a lifeline then now, you're in these invisible chains because of the choice done by your flesh... dependency clouding the desire for freedom, succumbing to pleasure as it erases what's left of you who are.

a bitter chuckle had escaped your lips.

corrupted, long gone is the f/n l/n they all knew, well, no one ever knew about who you are. you've hidden away from people so there's no doubt anyone would remember you. but there are the two fatuis who always go back home, who always go back to you.

you looked down at yourself, observing the subtle changes in your body. you were well-fed, given your own space, nothing changed to whatever living conditions you used to have besides having to keep up with their stamina. your body's still the same but what caught your eye are the names between your thighs, the word "property" teasing your curiosity to look at the name it's connected to.

maybe, you did change.

the sins passed down by blood, the lustful stupor you let them feel, the carnal desires you three keep craving for—it made sense as to why they keep you here. somehow, you felt some control over them.

"no, that's not true."

you thought that maybe, just maybe, there will be a day where you can go back to what life you had... will you take the chance? but as the door opens, your ears picking up the sweet tone of his voice calling you out, your body automatically standing up to meet whoever had come back, smiling as if you're madly in love...

there's your answer.

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dreamlandcreations · 3 years

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Day 13 - Devoured by the Dark

Darkling x Reader (soulmate!au)

Kinktober prompt - Day 13 - Edging/Orgasm denial

All prompts are taken from @the-purity-pen‘s Kinktober List!

Warnings: dub-con, kinda toxic relationship, mention of attempted self harm, oral sex (fem receiving), PiV, unprotected sex

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"You are not going anywhere!" He found you when you were trying burn your mark to run away and dragged you back to his room. With the mark still on he could follow you anywhere.

Of course being the Darkling's soulmate couldn't go easy. Most soulmates only exhibit one kind of sign and you already had three, even though the connection hasn't settled to be a bond yet.

You both blamed it on his luck that the first sign came to you with death as his whole life had been replayed in front of your eyes. When you woke up, he was holding you and staring at your second sign, that you shared, the mark with each others name on your forearms.

The third sign of having opposites for powers just made the pull that everyone feels for their soulmate impossible stronger for you, so much so that it turned into obsession at some point before you came back to your senses.

And here you were now, utterly alone and confused with this stranger of a man who you know better than anyone and he holds your entire existence in his hands.

"Please, Aleksander, let me go." You know begging will not help, but you are really out of options now and if you have to live in this purgatory for the rest of, well, forever then you'd try everything you could think of.

"You would really abandon me like that?" You both know he means it, his loneliness cannot be more clear to you, but you don't understand why would he keep you at arms length then. You also know, as much as the feeling is genuine, he is trying to manipulate you. He never had any reservations using everything he had to achieve his goal.

"I can't stay here, I can't be with you. You can have anyone you choose, let me go." You try to reason with him calmly, offering someone else, anyone else at your place but you know bargaining will get you even less than begging.

"You are my other half, I only want you. Don't do this to us." He tries to guilt you into changing your mind but he goes the wrong way with his last sentence.

"Me? You are a manipulative, selfish liar. I'm kept in here, locked up like a prisoner ever since you found out about this." Your calm exterior is completely gone, but just like he did, you found the worst words you could use for your argument.

"Found out? You say it like I casually bumped into you and the realisation just hit me." He starts to get aggressive as he stalks towards you until you take a few steps back in fear.

"I..." He stops then, but raises his voice even more to channel his anger and hurt. He yells at you with tears in his eyes.

"You died! You died in my arms and I will not let that happen again." You can see it in his expression that he doesn't see you for a few seconds but relives the time he had to loose his soulmate and got her back by some miracle. You wonder if he would able be able to let this go, or he planned to keep you locked up forever.

"I can't take this anymore. This thing between us brought nothing but sorrow. Why are you so determined to hang onto it? You know you abandoned me first, you did this to us. No... there is no us. There never was. You made sure of that." The venom in your voice is not intensional, you never really wanted to hurt him but it looks like that's all you do to each other.

He looks at you like you broke his heart and maybe you did, but the pain quickly turns into a kind of anger you didn't see on him so far. It's darker than anything he had shown you of himself before. You know he would never hurt you physically but you are also aware of the fact that he is capable of many things you can't even imagine.

"Fine. Make me your villain." There is a determination in his tone you do not like, at all. You find out in seconds why when he appeared in front of you and drags you into a kiss by a firm grip in your hair. Standing on your tiptoe to reach where he pulled you, grabbing his kefta to keep your balance in his unyielding hold. He breaks away as suddenly as he pulled you in and carries you to his room to unceremoniously drop you on the bed.

"I waited enough, I will not wait a second longer." He practically rips off his kefta to launch at you before you could get away.

"No! Aleksander, please." You beg as he takes hold of you and removes your silk belt.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want me, and I'll let you go." He offers a deal you know he would keep no matter your answer or his intention of always keeping his word.

"Liar." You hiss at him and he smiles that wicked smile he knows you love but this time there is more darkness in that too.

He gets your clothes off despite your efforts to resist, then takes the belt and ties your hands together and to the headboard. You know he won't hurt you but could your obvious desire really dismiss the consent here? Of course you want him, he was literally made for you and it doesn't help that he is beautiful inside and outside with all his faults included. He's always been alluring, you didn't exaggerate when you said he could have anyone he wanted, but seeing him play with you like a panther plays with its prey is something else entirely.

Aleksander looks eternal now, there is something ageless about him but you can also see that young man who was so afraid to loose anyone else he created the fold, you can see the old man who got so unbelievably tired of existing and you see something else between and beyond those too, the facade he puts on in front of others, completely gone.

He tortures you with soft touches first, enjoying the ability to freely explore your body as he settles between your open legs. Nuzzling into your neck, he lays on you but rests his weight on his left arm while his right hand sneaks down to pinch your nipple, making you hiss again. After he let go of it he envelops your the other with his lips and suck on it harshly causing a whimper that makes him look up before he goes on with his teasing and swirls his tongue around your right nipple and continues to brush along at the left too. The feeling goes directly to your clit as he alters between licking and nipping at them until you think you can come just from that when his hand is remove from you breast and he starts to kiss down your middle with a smile at your whine.

The bastard moves from your stomach to your thighs, nipping you there too, giving kisses and caresses until you are lifting your hips towards him. Your dripping pussy right in front of him, your legs wide open and trembling, you almost beg for more.

When he decided he teased you enough there and marked you properly, he moves to your center but doesn't have any mercy for you instead of focusing on your wet folds he places long, soft kisses along your lower stomach and mound. When he's merely an inch away from your throbbing clit you slip and give him a moaning 'please'.

"Just give in. Be mine." He whispers against your skin moving down before choke out your reply.

"I can't" You say with tears streaming down your face. He stops at that and looks at you with furrowing brows before he decides to take things further.

"Yes, you can. And you will." With that he dives between your legs and gives the attention to your neglected clit. He sucks at it harshly before giving it slow little kisses and starts to swirl his tongue around it to keep you on the edge. Aleksander doesn't slow down, he gets you high just to bring you down before you reach your climax. He goes on with his treatment, focusing on your clit for a while, until you are sobbing and begging him, for what you are not sure anymore.

Some tiny part of you is aware what he wants to hear but you still don't want to loose this wicked game of his. So you squirm and whine and beg but he doesn't stop.

You find out he not only has the patience for edging you long enough to make you a mess but he has the stamina as well. He only stopped to murmur into you that you taste so sweet and he could spend forever between your legs.

From him, especially at his present determination about this, you took that as a threat. He drove you insane, he's been at it for what feels like hours, you are numb all over but somehow still feel the pleasure he gives that turned into pleasurable pain since the fifth time he let you go when you were approaching your orgasm.

It was after that he started to alternate between his previous actions and fucking you with his tongue. He reaches in deep enough to make you choke on that whimper he was forcing out of you. His pace is messy on purpose so you would not find a steady build up and loose the feeling as soon as you are too close.

The wet sounds that fill the room when you are too breathless to moan or cry would disgust you any other day but this other proof of what he's capable of doing to you just existed you even more.

You almost black out at some point for which you receive a pinch to your clit that makes you tighten around nothing painfully. When he had enough for now, he moved up to kiss you, his tongue forcing its way in between your lips and making you taste yourself.

Aleksander pulls away to clean his face a little but doesn't give you much time to rest as he quickly gets rid of his clothes and untangles the belt from your hands. You are too tired to move or do anything but take what he gives. Even when you feel him slide inside you, making you feel so full you shiver into it.

He moves at a slow pace, sliding in and out of you, skilfully finding that spot when he wants to build up your orgasm and conveniently avoiding it when he wanted you to loose it.

You really can't take this anymore, you knew you'd had to give in eventually but hoping he would get bored with you and give up or at least he would get called away was too much to ask apparently.

You'll give in, it's a matter of minutes now. If he offers to end this punishment again, you'll give in entirely. That would mean there would be no chance to run away ever again, but you admit now you were only kidding yourself, there was never a chance for that. He can feel you are close to breaking and drives that nail in at the right moment, all the while reminding you who you are dealing with exactly and that you had no chance to win against him.

"Fight me as long as you're able. You will find I have far more practice with eternity."

You know his right, you've seen it, you know everything about him and when you let go and give in, the connection between you snaps into place. That's when you feel it, another sign, the feeling of that aching hole inside him, the crippling loneliness and the hope that you can fix him or at least you'll be there for him. You don't know what you feel at that moment, you don't know what he feels from your side but you can guess the pain and the hopelessness is among them.

In the midst of the emotional storm he makes love to you, relishing in every feeling he gets from you. You finally reach your high after long hours and it is otherworldly, it makes you feel boneless and sated. He comes right after you, pushing in as deep as he can and he stills above you with no attention of moving for a while.

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"I can't bare the thought of living like this." You want him to prove you wrong when you say it. Maybe this feeling of each others emotions will fade with time, maybe it won't, but you have no idea how to deal with all of this darkness you'd been given already.

"I can't bare the thought of being alone again." He confesses, though you know now he can feel your desperate need to get as far away from here as you can, he doesn't try to guilt you into staying.

He had shown you much of the real him, much more than to anyone else in centuries, but for the first time, you truly see him, that recognition of his true self and the subconscious acceptance of that part of him too, strengthens the bond between your souls until you are almost one.

"So we should be miserable together?" You ask, resigned with your fate. He pulls you closer, both physically and by the bond. Aleksander lets down all his walls, that you already see through anyway, and holds you while he promises to try to be better for you and you fall asleep to those words.

"It doesn't have to be that way. We can be happy. You can learn to love me, become my equal. My Queen. Forever by my side."

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