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🌹The beauty about your dark truth 🪻

ARGENTI X KNIGHT!F!READER

🪻PROLOGUE🌹

I have seen many scenarios with argenti x reader I even have seen one with a reader being a knight of beauty but i have never seen one with reader being a knight but not the kind that argenti is.

So this was born 😃

Also this is my first time writing something soo big.

(also this is based in my hsr oc that i ship argenti with, but i had the vision to also turn it into x reader ,so i have replaced my oc with reader 😃)

Find more from me here!

In a few words:

Imagine a knight!reader who is aloso a knight but not of beauty but the opposite. Of the negative feelings. And they go by a name Knights of Dark Truth.

Who fed those inside people to show them how rude and unfair life is. And that the "beauty" they all think is nothing but a lie.

All of this only because in their planet many centuries ago someone got so injured that changed everything about those people. And lead to make everyone like him, a full mess full of ugly "things" likescars, burns, bandages, stitches.

And with all of them being full in scars, burns, bandages, stitches, and only know how to show these motions: disgust, anger, and madness. But they still fell the rest of them but don't know how to express them to people they care.

Since they only have been show how to fight since they were a little kid. And with no empathy towards others.

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Warnings: murder, poison, violence, maniac, depression, burns, bandages, stitches. Probably spelling mistakes, kinda of yandare?, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO PLS DON'T ATTACH ME!

No warnings: our little knight Argenti doesn't show up for long but still (🤡 sorry but he doesn't play sooo much role in this one here but in the following yes) reader is called princess.

So keep going and enjoy your meal

"Once upon a time. Long time ago far far away there was a planet. Full with the most beautiful things in the whole universe. Even though that almost everything was rotten and black.

Everything started when a man fully of armour finally got engaged with the woman of his life... She was the princess daughter of the emperor of this planet... the emperor of the planet that goes until now by the name Mávri Alítheia

Many people though that the name was weird and didn't make sense. But in reality it had a dark meaning. With the word mávri meaning black or in our situation dark. And the word Alítheia meaning truth

But there was a issue. A issue the royals could not dare to ignore. The man was from the poor. And even though that he was a knight they couldn't afford it. So they tried to break them up. By making the princess marry someone else.

And because the princess and he were deadly in love they couldn't make the princess marry someone else.

They were now in their 14 try to attend to get the princess marry some other prince. Also since shewas tried she said that if they try another time with this she will kill herself so they could leave her alone with the love of her life.

Her father was in his limits. Then an Idea come across his mind. He agree to marry his daughter to the poor knight. But only if he come back with the heads of the dragons emperor. The king's and the queen's head so he could prove he was worthto became a member of the royal family.

But why the heads? The answer was simple. So the people would have the dragons under their control. To make tham part of their army. All because the king's selfish personalitie to not let his daughter marry who she wants. He put the knight in this mission because he knew that he wouldn't come back again. The land of the dragons were a dangerous place. And if a human dare to step in he would die in seconds.

So you can't imagine his reaction when that knight comes after two weeks with what he asked him. Then he became amazed and asked him his name.

-What is your name young knight?- the emperor said in a strict tone to seem dangerous

-My name isn't important to you..But I will make sure you know it when you leave your last breath.... Father in law..heh- he said to him.

So the days became weeks then months and the day that they would get married comes.

The princess and he were happy that they will finally get their happy ending.

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But fate had other plans... When the moment of their kiss come to make their marriage official the princess collapse in the floor. The knight panic and fast sit down next to his princess now wife.

Everyone was in shock. Even more when it comes out that the princess had a heart attack and die. That day becomes the day that all the planet will be mourns her death for the entirety that comes to this planet. Everyone was mourns her death everyone except from one ... Her father he had a grin that didn't show sadness of anything that everyone had.

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Two years had passed it was that day again for our dear knight that lost his darling two years ago. Hw was on his way yo the castle. Angry and mad was in his face in his way in the throne. He had discover something.. something that would change everything.

When the doors slap open the emperor jump out of suprise with the unwanted visitor in that hour _it was almost time for dinner_. Then the knight started yelling at the emperor

-HOW COULD YOU EVEN TO THIS TO YOUR OWN DAUGHTER?! TO US?! WE COULD BE HAPPY BUT YOU CHOOSE TO NOT! WHY!?- the knight said with his sword show now to the emperor. The emperor had to put a relax and clam face so he wouldn't be read by him.

-I have no idea what you are talking about kni-.- he was cut by the sword now next to his face. Gace now that draws fear with what he sees. The now knight was up from him. Only a few breaths away.

-I know everything..that cake the wine before the ceremony! HOW COULD YOU! HOW COULD YOU EVEN CHOOSE TO POISON YOU OWN DAUGHTER ONLY BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO BE WITH ME!... But it doesn't matter anymore because if you remember correctly my king, I tell you my king you will learn my name when you leave your last breath.- now the knight had a sadistic smile almost maniac to his face that leave the emperor breathless. The he talks again. - Arthur~-

Then a sound appeared. The sound of the emperor's head in the floor.

Then all the guards in the room started to clap. They all knew Arthur's plan. They were all with him. They wanted him to become the next person to rule. No he wasn't violent..he was just broken. So with that he walks to the head and takes the corona and put's it in his head with a sign of relief leaving his mouth and walks back to the throne and push the body away so he could sit on the throne.

When he did he make his first order as the new king -"Take this thing away from me..but don't clean it's blood from the floor..it will be there to show what i do to those you don't listen ~"-..when the guards take the body away and he was left with only two of them he said - now we can leave in peace my darling.. -

He had found out about the poison cake and wine the ex emperor had give his daughter two years ago but he didn't know that the princess never died..

-You can come in my darling and sit with me ,my dear Amelia ~-

Then the princess came in from the doors...but something was not the same about her . It was like she was rotten and beaten up by something.

Well since in the wedding day the princess never really died. She had passed away and after weeks she was awake and her beauty "gone". The poison didn't work. And had only damage her body inside out. But she had her dear Arthur by her side. He hide her from her father for teo years. He was supporting her to accept her new her. And that he could change the meaning of beauty just for her. And he did in fact.

That lead to the following army to be trained with dragons which was by itself dangerous. Tgat were not enough. The must difficult and dangerous training was put in the knights. Which was chosen by the age 5 to train so they could follow the moto.

"The more you know how to fight the more easily you will share the truth about this galaxy to everyone. Everyone who is blind by the knight of beauty and their aeon Idrila!"

They were kids training to become "saviours". But at one cost they weren't allowed to show emotions to anyone.

And to make sure his bloodline will always be treat right by anyone. He make all the following descent of his family to be generals and emperors.

So they could always share the true around.

And with that he cast a spell so his bloodline would always be strong and brave. But at the cost that they will not fell the opposite feelings until they meet the one.. the one that faith has braw the lines for them.

And that spell will cast at the pregnant woman that carries that future heir ,that will leave a small symbol in parts of their body but usually in their upper body especially the neck and face. So they could be recognised by everyone.

And this was the end of our dear saviour and his darling ~"

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Then the maid end the story that she was saying to the girl. Who was in the other side of the room. That she turn to look at whene she closed the book.

"hmmm...Is something wrong princess? You didn't like the story? I thought that was your favourite one?" said the maid to the little girl.

In the other side of the room there was a little girl, no older than 7,who looked out of her giant window to the stars in the night sky.

She was related to the person everyone called their "saviour". So technically she was the "princess" of this planet.

"It's not that nana Rita ... it's just ...*sign* i have heard this story many times. I know her by heart. But tonight the stars are ... Beautiful and it feels warm and cosy to just look at them" said the princess. She was laying in the window and her hair was slipping in the side and you could see her mark in her forehead. A little small simple symbol. The symbol was mostly like a "eye" someone would say but no. It was more like a star with something in the centre that looked like the called "eye". The same symbol that runs in her family for so many many many years.

The called nana Rita joined the girl that she had looked after her birth. Since she was orphan. Her father died two months before she came to this world, and her not so dear mother was killed because of not caring for her and husband's heir and wanted to get married again and put someone else in the throne.

The little girl didn't had the childhood nana think she deserves. Since she was something like the new ruler since she closed 6 the last year. And with the training she was put in.

She sat next to the little girl.

"Yes princess (y/n) . They are in fact... much like how you tell.. your always so wise and smart to describe things. And always right "

"Nana .. may i ask something?"

"Of course my princess" nana rita said and put her hand in

(y/n) haid to start petting her. She had a feeling what she was going to ask so she was somehow prepared.

"That .. tonight is the last time that we..we will spend... Master William said that tomorrow will be ...your..."

"Yes my princess this is the sad dark truth.. it's my time now to go...but don't mind your little young mind yet."

"Will ..you miss me?" Said (y/n)

"Every single moment.. and i will ask you my dear yo stay strong you will be there and i would like to see you stay strong while my time has come... and i will try to watch you from there"

"I know... I will miss you too nana Rita! I WILL STAY STRONG LIKE YOU SAID!...even when they will cut your head off..."

The both of them knew this time would come. It was a tradition for the future heir to kill the woman that looks after them.. and to (y/n) , nana Rita had only lived because she was a mother . She had watched her father grow. She had tell the princess storys from her father's mission until he leaved his last breath. She was like her grandmother. But because of their faith she was only allowed to call her nana Rita according to her grandfather, her teacher in fighting, to be a good leader and ruler, the only person that gives her advice to her from since she toke the throne last year, her grandfather, Master William.

Master William had made it clear to them to not get close to each other. But Nana and the princess couldn't. They had the bont of grandma and granddaughter.

"Come on my dear. It's time for bed. We don't want you to be tried tomorrow. It's your special day. You will get the spear of the legacy! " Nana said with a warm smile when she noticed that (y/n) started to falling asleep.

"Yeah...*yawn*.we should ho to bed.." she got picked by nana Rita and she put it er in her bed and cover her with her covers.

"Sweet dreams my dear sweet brave princess..." Said and plase a good night kiss in her forehead where her symbol was.

"Good night nana..." Said before she gets in Dreamworld.

Nana Rita started getting in her way out of the room and when she was about to close the door she whispered

"I know you will be the perfect empress our kind has ever seen...may the aeons give you their blessings... and you may find your one soon after you be set as general when you get 15..wise, and kindness my dear (y/n)... Good bye~"

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Somewhere far far away. In a different planet, there was a little boy in a garden, he was admiring the rose that was growing. The rose that match his hair. His rose red hair that were put in a little ponytail and with one white hair stride in ther front of his bags. He was older than 7. And he was called-

"ARGENTI ARGENTI IT'S TIME FOR LUNCH!! COME ON!" his friend called him

"In a moment ...but first come over here! You gotta see this beauty"..he said to turn once again his attention where once was before his friend show up.

So his friend listen to him and walk until he stop behind him. And stand in confusion.

"Emmm Argenti... This is emmm a rose that has started to rot...?"

"Exactly!" He smiled with eyes closed "but is also beautiful in it's own way..you see even like this ... it's truly a beauty , right!?"

"...emmm how about we go inside, everyone is waiting for us."

"Oh right!" He grabbed his friend's hand and started to run inside the mansion. "Lunch is one of the most important things in someone's day! Especially when later they have training! We are the future knights that will speak the truth about beauty! And to find the only true beauty being, Idrila!"

".. Argenti....we are still under training!.. don't look sooooo far into the future!"

The two little boys ran inside laughing.

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The two young boys were in mansion that belonged to the knights of beauty.

Even though they were learnt to be gentle and kind to everyone they had an enemy they despise with all their ego.

The Knights of Dark Truth. Tgey believe they speak lies to people around the universe. So tgey learn to hate them without even realising it .

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Knights of beauty...the most hated enemy of her planet...the army.. and most of all her people believes. The princess has read many books about them. About the battles between the two armys had in the past. They hated this community.. only because they were speaking and manipulated people around the universe about that everything is beautiful and there is nothing ugly... only because they were doing the opposite that the Knights of Dark Truth.

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So different...the princess and the little boy. The princess with a rough future and the boy with a maybe more light who always carries a rose with him.

They were learnt to hate each other, even though they never met face to face.

So different , but at the same time so similar.

But...who knows? Maybe fate was some plans for those two in their future.

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🪻🖤❤️‍🩹🌹

Bye

[everlxndd]

THE END • SUNDAY

Summary: #𝗚𝗡! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗫 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗬 (𝗛𝗦𝗥) ✧ in which all it takes for life to have meaning is to be thrust into a world of survival and death games (and maybe an attractive rich guy)! (𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔𝗨) # minimal/no use of [y/n] # graphic depictions of violence

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CHAPTER THREE ;

CW: BRIEF MENTION OF VOMIT ONCE

“GAME CLEAR. CONGRATULATIONS.”

The smell of smoke lingers in the air, mingling with the scent of iron coming from the pool of blood surrounding what was Gallagher. You can taste it on your tongue, the red substance coating your teeth in a cruel reminder of what had just happened.

You killed Jade and Gallagher. You stabbed Jade in the neck. Was the blood you could taste hers? Was it a disgusting mixture of both? Was it always so warm in here? The bile rises to your mouth, and you vomit.

“What…what the fuck,” your voice trembles as you wipe your mouth. A huge mistake, the blood coating your hands spreads onto your face, smudging the red that was already on there.

You hear the sound of a light turning on and follow the sound. A small round table, with a singular card. The seven of hearts.

You slowly reach out and grab it. The blood from your fingers will surely stain it. What was the reason for having a card? A cruel reminder?

You wince. The adrenaline must have worn off by now. A knife through the thigh and a tender throat after being choked nearly half to death. Not to mention the slice across your palm from when you gripped onto the glass.

“What do I do now?” It sounded pathetic. A voice unfit for someone who had just killed someone in a fit of primal instinct.

“you can save your grovelling for forgiveness for killing three people when you're out, when you're alive.”

Was it wrong you felt nothing? not relief or sadness? It felt empty; your heart was heavy, and your hands shook. The terror of the looming threat of having your head blown off or being choked to death remained.

Can't people die from shock? You hold your hand to feel where your heart was. It felt as though it would grow legs and run out of your chest any minute now.

TO THE SURVIVORS OF THE GAME, WE WILL NOW SUPPLY YOU WITH A VISA. WE WILL SUPPLY ALL GAME SURVIVORS WITH A SEVEN-DAY VISA.

You furrowed your brow at the announcement. Visa? Seven days?

A sigh escapes your lips as you slowly turn around to leave. You could figure that out later, as now you felt as though you'd collapse any second. You can't bring yourself to turn around and look at the bloodied corpse at Gallagher. You don't look back at the garden as you leave the building.

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You entered the lobby of your apartment building. No doubt looking terrible—sweaty and bloody. Not to mention the plethora of injuries you had. You make your way to the stairs; thankfully, you didn't live on the top floor—lugging yourself up the stairs fifty times sounded unappealing at best with an impaled thigh that was actively bleeding out.

The receptionist and security guard had still not shown up. Neither had anyone besides the three at that game. Where had everyone gone? How many people were out there?

You continue to think absentmindedly. Though, when you get to your door, you see it's slightly ajar. All of the doors before yours are in fact. You could hear the slight sound of shuffling around.

Someone was in there.

A raccoon? A fox? A rat? A massive spider? Please, anything but that.

You felt around your pocket before grabbing the piece of glass you had used previously. It was a grim reminder, but easy to carry. That, and you had forgotten to discard it, too scatterbrained to let go of it when you ran to Gallagher. Maybe it grounded you in a way at the time—something to stabilise yourself, then literally everything went to shit.

You don't want to use it again, not really. Even if you were a crazed maniac who loved to stab people with a measly piece of glass, the cut in your palm and your badly impaled leg made it hard to move now that adrenaline had all but seeped from your body.

More shuffling. It sounded like they were opening and closing drawers and moving stuff around. Maybe the rats have grown thumbs and are five feet taller? Actually, that's a horrifying thought too.

You hold the trusty piece of glass in front of you. It embeds itself into your already sore skin, and you bite back a groan. Slowly, opening the door wider and peeping into your apartment. They aren't in the main room; it sounded like they were in the kitchen.

Gallagher had mentioned he'd been here for a while, a scavenger? They would be terribly disappointed if so; the cabinets were more barren than a desert, and the lack of power meant that the stuff in the fridge would go bad in a matter of hours to days.

You quietly step towards the entrance to the kitchen. Lo and behold, a figure. They were tall and slim but decently built. They had a hood over their head, and their back was too you. They had opened and emptied every drawer in your kitchen, and you internally groaned at the thought of having to put all the contents back (unless this person was the serial killer with the crazy budget to put people in death games and had come to kill you).

Why’s it gone quiet?

You hadn't realised you’d spaced out, but the stranger certainly had. Their hand was halfway in a cabinet. It wasn't far from the pot where you stored your (very few) knives. If they wanted to, they could grab one and stab the living daylights out of you. You tighten your grip on the piece of glass; you feel warm liquid run down your hand.

Their head was slightly turned, face still obscured by the white hood. How the hell do you deal with an intruder? God, you felt lightheaded.

“You… uh… hands out of my cabinet?” It came out like a question, but you held out the glass, still stained with Jade’s blood, towards them. It would've been more effective had it been a gun, or even the screwdrivers back at the garden, but the stranger holds their hands above their head in surrender regardless.

They wore gloves. Everything about their attire was pristine. Had you not been basically dying at the moment, you would've laughed at how terrible the contrast must be from an outsider's perspective.

“I have nothing for you,” you say, eyeing them. You swear you hear them sigh, and they relax a little. A good sign? Probably not. Maybe they think you're an easy target. Why are they tilting sideways? Is the room spinning, or is that just you? Why is everything black?

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[danijaci]

obsession w/ sunday

inspired by @yandere-romanticaa's fic! Tehee your works are so eye opening 0.0 <333 I licherally haven't created a yandere content for such a looong time lolol let's see if I can still pull this off lmao

WARNING/S: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior

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Watching his fingers pump in and out of you after he’s stuff you full of their cum.

“Don’t you waste a single drop…”

He coos so softly, placing a kiss on your belly as he keeps your plump thighs open. Your pussy is gushing, you’re about to cum again!

“Ah… it’s coming out, I’m gonna have to fill you up again, aren’t I? We need to make sure it takes…”

And so he pressed the head of his cock against your pussy again. You already feel so full…

But he’s going to make sure you end up with a cute baby bump~

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[bluelockmaniac]

thinking about how your husband changes drastically when he’s had just a little too much to drink. his faint, whiny hiccups would escape his quivering lips, filling your ears with his intoxication as he leans against you. he reaches out to play with your hair, gently tugging at the strands and trailing undirected kisses along them as you bite your lip to suppress your giggles. he then brings his unsteady hands to your face, squishing your cheeks before pulling you closer, looking at you with glossy eyes—small hearts seemingly etched into his pupils.

"i wish y-you hic were mineee...."

"pftt—" you burst into a fit of laughter at his uncharacteristic neediness—you’ve always enjoyed it when he'd get drunk. after all, they say a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts. so, although he loves you an awful lot, he would never admit, while whining, how much he actually wants you. 

"i am yours though, sweetheart," you reassure him softly.

“oh, really? you are?” he raises his brows questionably, “well, that's good... i couldn't bear the thought of some other loser having you all to himself."

unbeknownst to him, however, is that you had recorded him during his moment of vulnerability. he was absolutely embarrassed and ashamed of himself when he had sobered up.

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"y/n. delete that."

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[maopll]

"Wait...you've been kissing the same spot!"

"You know very well why I am doing this dear"

It just started with a small information which you learned from some of your friends. They were bragging about how the moles and birthmarks in your body represent the places your past lover kissed you.

A harmless one right? you told it to your boyfriend and let's say he was feeling quite a mix of emotions then.

"I would like to see the places where you have those, you don't mind it, do you, my dear ?" Although his tone was gentle, his eyes were speaking a different tale. The emphasis on the word 'my dear' sent chills down your spine.

Not even a minute had passed from you showing him the moles and marks around your body, that he tackles them with ferverent yet soft kisses. As if he was trying to replace your past lovers trace with only his ...

"It is good to see that you had a past lover who clearly loved you a lot..." he looked at you through half lidded eyes

with a particularly rough kiss on the birthmark on your chest , he whispered

"But I'd rather you don't mention them again"

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[kekewrites]

Tw. Insecure/bratty/tsundere reader, dark content, noncon, dubcon, obsession, sloppy blowjob, attempted breakup, manipulation, size kink, overstimulation, multiple creampies, cunningless, baby trapping, coercion, aftercare

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Thinking about dating an angelic guy.

You always wonder why, out of all the pretty and influential girls chasing after him, he chose you. It doesn't help how of a unit he is. Your typical perfect guy, popular, rich, and body that's comparable to a Greek God... and his voice— how you love his gentle and warm voice, there's just something about it that hypnotize you.

He always compliments you, shower you with affection, and be an absolute sweetheart. It gets you pissy. You don't know why you're always in a foul mood around him, he's not even doing anything that could trigger you. He takes a breath and you're already fuming. Grumbling profanities that he would laugh at wholeheartedly, like you didn't curse his entire being.

You hate how perfect he is. Hate how much you adore him. Hate how much you love him, and inside your mind you always question if he genuinely loves you. Maybe he's just playing with you? Waiting for the day he'd humiliate you, telling how you're too idiotic to even believe someone like him could ever love you.

That's probably why you're always cautious around him, you don't believe him enough to love an average girl like you.

***

He can't believe he's dating the cutest in the world. Everytime you scowl, show that adorable pout, he just wants to squish your cheeks together and kiss you plenty. Like a little kitty hissing when you sneer curses at him.

It's adorable really.

You'd say you didn't want to go to the movies he chose. Yet, you arrived earlier than expected, wearing a hint of makeup in that cute dress of yours. Makes him want to crush you. You put in the effort, took the time, even gave him the watch he'd been talking about—his favorite.

He really loves you. Really really loves you but why are you acting like he doesn't? He's confused. Hasn't he done enough to show you, tell how much he adores you? It makes him sad. Don't you know how much he's holding back? There's only so much he could take, you know. He could just take you everytime you run that cute foul mouth of you, shove his cock to make you shut up. But he's so patient with you because he loves you.

So don't push him too much, ok? Or else you might not like it when he finally show you his desire.

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"You're late," you grumble, sending him a glare. Your arms are crossed, and your foot taps impatiently on the ground.

He chuckles, a soft, knowing smile playing on his lips. "I arrived just on time, sweetie," he says, stepping closer. "You're just too excited for our date, no?" His voice is teasing, but his eyes are warm, sparkling with affection.

You huff in response, but you can feel the corners of your mouth betraying you, tugging into a smile. He notices and takes your hand, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles.

"You're just so cute, you know? I really wanna crush— ow!" He hiss slightly as you swat his arm. He pouts a little, "You're strong, you're gonna leave a bruise."

You roll your eyes— as if that's gonna happen. Huffing you tug on his hand, "Let's go. I'm starving."

He smiles, looking at your back, "Ok, sweetie~."

Ah, you really are so cute.

He can't wait to fuck you.

***

"Why're you not eating, sweetie? Is the food not to your liking?"

Your appetite was gone the moment that waitress flirted with him, leaving you empty and bitter. This always happen. You're sick of it, sick of being jealous and feeling shitty for not looking like his girlfriend. Are you really worthless by his side? Do people not see you as his companion?

"Sweetie?"

You didn't want to lash out on him so you remained silent. Too bitter to talk. Even the food turned bitter, leaving you more upset.

He's such an idiot. But you're more of an idiot for being triggered by that stupid waitress, too much of a wuss to tell her he's taken, that he's yours. You're the idiot.

"I don't wanna eat anymore," you bitterly muttered, your face covered by the shadows of your hair, hiding that frown you wore he always seems to love on you.

He gets a sick twisted feeling in his guts, watching how jealous you get whenever some worthless wench tries to get his attention. It satisfies his urge, his sick thoughts hidden by his angelic face. You really love him, don't you? His lips curving into a sweet smile, eyes twinkling with desires. If only you know how much he gets off with you being jealous, you'd never doubted your pretty little self.

So… why are you saying such stupid things?

“Let’s break up.”

“Hm?”

“I said…” You take a breath, steadying your voice. “Let’s break up.”

For a moment, his smile wavers. Just a fraction. His right eye twitches ever so slightly, a crack in the carefully crafted mask he wears. But then, like a master of illusions, he recovers, his sweet facade sliding back into place, though something darker lingers beneath the surface.

“Now, now,” he says, his voice dripping with a saccharine softness that makes the hairs on your neck stand on end. “What’s the matter?” His tone is gentle, almost soothing, but there’s a sharp edge to it—a venomous undercurrent that cuts through the air.

You don’t answer immediately, your chest tightening under his unblinking stare. It’s as if he’s waiting, watching every little twitch of your expression, trying to peel you apart without lifting a finger.

“I just think…” you start, your voice faltering as his head tilts slightly, his smile remaining unnervingly intact. “I-I think we’re not… good for each other anymore.”

His smile widens, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, his gaze sharpens, a predator sizing up its prey. He takes a step closer, the air between you growing heavy. “Not good for each other?” he repeats, feigning confusion. “Sweetheart, where’s this nonsense coming from? Didn’t we promise forever?”

The sweetness in his tone sends a chill down your spine, but you hold your ground. “Forever shouldn’t feel like this,” you say, trying to steady your trembling hands.

It shouldn't make you feel bad about yourself, shouldn't make you anxious, shouldn't make feel... pressured.

For a moment, he says nothing, his eyes boring into yours. Then, his chuckle breaks the tension, soft and low. “Ah, I see,” he murmurs, leaning in just enough for you to feel the weight of his presence. “You’re upset. That’s all. We’ll talk this through, won’t we?”

But his words aren’t a question—they’re a command, wrapped in the guise of concern. And as his smile lingers, you realize leaving might not be as simple as you hoped.

***

Why is this happening?

You thought he would accept and move on.

"Mmm, that's it sweetie. Take it deeper." He coaxes, his grip on your hair tightening. He starts to push forward, forcing more of his thick length past your stretched lips.

So why?

Your eyes squeeze shut tighter as he pushes in deeper, your throat convulsing around his invading cock. He throws his head back with a guttural moan.

"That's a good girl. Mhm, your throat feels so good wrapped around my dick." He grunts, starting to set a steady pace. Fucking into your mouth, using your face like a cock sleeve.

It was gross. He never did that to you.

Lewd, wet sounds fill the office as he picks up speed, his heavy balls slapping against your chin with each rough thrust. Drool escapes the seal of your lips, dripping down your chin and onto your messed up clothes.

He looks down, taking in the debauched sight of you on your knees, choking on his cock. His dick is spit-shined and glistening, streaked with their drool. Shit. The sight makes him thrust harder, faster, chasing his pleasure.

"Look at me," He demands breathlessly, wanting to see the tears and desperation in their eyes as he uses their mouth ruthlessly. He's close, so fucking close already from the intense, vice-like grip of your inexperienced throat. He grunts and curses, slamming forward one last time before pulling out abruptly.

Thick ropes of cum paint your face and hair, marking you as his. Some of it even lands in your eyes, making them sting and water.

"You're so pretty... You look so pretty covered in my cum," he whispers lovingly, smearing the head of his cock across your messy face, pushing the hot seed into their skin like makeup. "The prettiest girl in the world."

You were supposed to break up with him...

How did it escalated to this?

***

It's not like he's losing a lot... you aren't that special. So why is he acting this way? There are a lot of better options for him, prettier, smarter, and richer girls. Someone who can actually match him, who doesn't embarrass him, worthier to stand beside him.

Why is he fucking you like his life depends on it?

Your eyes already hazy and unfocused, breathing hard as you couldn't count how many times you've already come.

One of his hands snakes up your trembling body, finding a soft breast. He squeezes the supple mound roughly, fingers sinking into the pliant flesh as he kneads and gropes. He finds a pert nipple and pinches it cruelly between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging until it stands stiff and aching in the cool air of the room.

"Hm? Are you already tired? We're just starting," he coo, his hips slamming forward with renewed vigor. He leans down, his mouth finding your neck, sharp teeth sinking into the tender skin. He bites and sucks, determined to leave his mark on you, to claim you as his own. His. He can feel his orgasm building, his heavy balls tightening as he ruts into your abused cunt. The wet, obscene sounds of your coupling fill the room, punctuated by the creaking of the bed and your cries. He's close, so fucking close to filling your cunt with his seed.

"Gonna... hngh... fill this pussy..." He grunts between clenched teeth, slamming home one last time. His cock throbs and pulses as he starts to come, thick ropes of hot cum painting your inner walls. He grinds against them, making sure they take every last drop as he marks your womb with his essence.

Finally, with a last shuddering groan, he collapses on top of you, his softening cock still buried deep inside your tender, cream-filled pussy. He pants harshly against the shell of their ear, his hands still groping and fondling your sensitive body.

"Y-You're an idiot..." You sniffle, "Why me? There's a lot of—."

He cuts you off, "You know, I would never cheat on you, right?" He whispers tenderly, kissing your ears as if assuring. "No matter who comes to me, I would never pay attention to them. Never. You're the only one I want." His other hand comes up to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his intense, burning gaze.

It was the first time you ever heard his voice to be so... vulnerable.

"The only girl I want... So..." You can hear his voice shake, "Don't break up with me, ok?"

Your eyes glaze with tears, your heart tugging at his words. No, it wasn't supposed to end up like this. You made up your mind a few weeks ago, always nagging at the back of your mind. Ending your relationship would be the best for you two—.

He kisses you then, any doubts in your mind disappearing as his mouth claiming theirs in a brutal, dominating kiss. His tongue pushes past your lips, plundering the warm cavern as he grinds his hips forward, rubbing his throbbing erection against your thigh.

Ah, you don't care anymore.

"Don't think anymore, ok? Just let me do it for you."

He starts to rub the broad head of his cock along your slit, coating himself in your combined juices. "Tell you what, sweetheart. I'll be gentle like the usual... for now." He promises darkly, his voice rough with restrained lust. "I'll make this first part nice and slow, nice and easy for you."

"H-Huh?"

With that, he starts to push forward, the thick length of his cock slowly sinking into your tight, clutching heat. He has to fight the urge to slam forward, to bury himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. But he resists, forcing himself to go slowly, to savor the exquisite feeling of your walls stretching around him.

"Ah, you're still so tight." He grits out through clenched teeth, his fingers flexing against your hips as he fights for control. "Such a perfect cunt."

"Too soon! I'm still... s-sensitive!" You cried out but he starts to move then, his hips rocking in a slow, sensual rhythm as he fucks into you with deep, deliberate strokes. Each thrust pushes him a little deeper, a little harder, until he's finally buried to the hilt inside you. He pauses for a moment, letting you feel the heavy weight of him, the way he's stretching you impossibly full.

"Hehe, sorry can't help it. Does that feel gentle enough for you, sweetie?" He asks, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, yet his angelic face covers it. "Or do you need me to be even more... careful?" He punctuates the word with a sharp thrust of his hips, grinding his pelvis against your clit.

Your brain short circuit by the overstimulation, all you could think about was him, and his big cock, "A-Ah, you— ish... so good~!"

He snarls in feral pleasure as he feels your pussy clench and ripple around his pistoning cock. The way you are moaning and crying out, begging him not to stop... it's the headiest fucking thing he's ever heard. It makes him want to ruin you, to fuck you so hard and so deep that you'll never forget the feeling of his cock splitting you open.

You came in surprise, your eyes rolling in the back of your head, chest heaving, "C-Can't too much..!"

"You can do it," He growls, his voice a dark, distorted rumble. He can feel his own release building, his balls drawing up tight as he fucks into you with wild abandon, "A-ah~ clench this greedy cunt around my dick, dollface. Milk it for all it's worth.

You never saw this side of him before, a more vulgar side to him. Spouting dirty words that's the opposite of his facade. Maybe, you didn't know your boyfriend that well? He was always gentleman to you in bed, always going with your pace and being mindful about his words but now...

"N-No~ I really ah! Can't!" You shake your head frantically, having enough of the sensitivity.

"Yes, you can! You will, sweetie~!"

He buries his face in the crook of her neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin as he chases his pleasure. He wants to mark you, to leave his claim all over your body for everyone to see. He wants the whole world to know that you belong to him, that you're his to fuck and fill and love as he sees fit. The thought of another man putting his hand on you makes him mad, you're only his and he isn't afraid to take that way for you to be officially his.

"I'm gonna cum, sweetie." He grits out, his hips slamming forward with sharp, brutal thrusts. "I'm gonna pump this tight little pussy full of my seed, gonna breed this fucking cunt until it's dripping with my cum."

Breed?

He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing mercilessly at the sensitive bundle of nerves. "I want to feel you cum on my cock, sweetheart. I want to feel you shake and quake as I fill you with my my child."

Wait...!

His other hand slides up, wrapping around your throat and squeezing lightly. It's enough to make you gasp for air, pulse jumping wildly beneath his touch. It's enough to make you even tighter, body instinctively clenching down around him as he fucks into you with short, vicious thrusts.

Too much!

"Now, sweetie~ cum. Now." He commands, his voice a dark and sinful. And with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself balls deep inside her and starts to cum. His cock jerks and pulses as he paints your insides with thick ropes of his hot seed, filling you up just like he promised.

So full...

You gasp out, your skin flushed and damp with sweat. The room spins around you, his weight pressing you down into the mattress as you struggle to catch your breath. Body aches all over, especially between your legs. The feeling of his cum painting your insides is strange, unsettling.

Your vision having black spots, your consciousness fading as you hear him murmur promises to you.

"I'll take responsibility whether we have a child or not, we'll get married and have a cute child."

You feel a warm kiss on your forehead.

"I love you. I love you more than anyone else, I only love you."

[box-artist]

I love dragons

Badly drawn art strikes once more

[royalfriday]

Finished the prologue of the story for the argenti x f reader. So be alert. Probably i will post it in the following days 😃.

[aventurineswife]

[danijaci]

misunderstandings ft. dr ratio

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[yandere-romanticaa]

Seen the request, so I shall deliver. Could you pls write a drabble or hcs of a yandere sunday with an isekaied reader?

Good timing because I'm actually planning a non yan isekai fic for him, I wonder if you saw that post. Here it is in case you haven't.

Sincerest apologies if this isn't the best, this fic is 100% emotionally charged by my obsession with him and frankly with a little bit of a high for passing a tricky exam. This is a treat for myself.

EDIT: Please check out this wonderful comic that @danijaci made me based off this fic!! 😭🫶

Picking up the cup from the fine oak table, you gazed towards the eerie galaxy before you, hundreds upon thousands of stars giving you a constant reminder of just how far from home you truly were. Taking a sip from the little porcelain cup you could not help but to hum in delight, the soft notes of the tea soothing your nerves ever so lightly as you pretended to ignore the heavy gaze which lingered at the back of your head.

Even from this distance, it was easy to tell that Sunday was eager to approach you. Still, he kept his distance and made a silent offering in the form of the very tea you drank at the moment.

Anything is better than Himeko's coffee but you were never going privy her to that.

In a not so distant past, all of this was nothing but fiction. The Express, the story, the characters - it was all nothing more but fiction, something to pass the time as your days went on and on, the same monotony repeating each and every day.

It was hard to not think about your friends and family, what sane person would not? Lord knows how they must be feeling right now, worried sick out of their minds with indescribable sorrow. In their eyes you had merely vanished, not a single trace to be found. For all they knew you could have been left for dead in a ditch somewhere, beaten, bloodied and broken, never to see the light again or if they were even more inclined to be morbid, you had succumbed to a fate worse than death. Death at the very least grants you finality, that all is over regardless of what happened moments prior.

But that was simply not the case for you.

Here you were, lounging about in a comfortable chair as you pondered on your old life while enjoying tiny little luxuries, far away where none of your loved ones could reach you. However, life was funny sometimes because it had some fun games in store.

Sunday was very kind upon arrival. He made sure to always be there for you, always checking up on you, always there to keep you company. You were already smitten with him but now to actually witness him in the flesh was just... Indescribable. You got along like a house on fire, so much so that the crew liked to tease that you ought to just get a room. Sunday, ever the gentleman, would just brush their words aside and assure you to not take their playful little jabs to heart.

You wouldn't say anything, resorting to merely giving him a smile but not because of what he said but rather of what he did not - never once did he actually shut down those perverse accusations. Never, not even once did he deny them.

He became an emotional crutch, someone to whom you would come running to when things got tough and he would always welcome you with open arms. Sunday would hold you tenderly, his serene voice dripping with honey along with a tender drop of ecstasy, for his excitement with holding you would just show itself sometimes. His grip would be too tight at certain moments, never quite ready to let you leave. His hugs were warm and comforting, he always smelled so good too. He smelled like kindness and sweet wildflowers, always lulling you back to him no matter the time. In dark corners and perhaps even under the watchful eyes of the crew, Sunday would wrap his scarf around your head, securing the soft fabric in order to provide you with a sense of comfort.

It was humiliating just how much you would try to inhale his scent as much as possible. You wanted it etched deep inside your memory, you wished for it to linger on your very soul and for it to follow you everywhere you went, sticking to your being like tar. The fabric of the scarf would muffle your ears a little but someone was always chatting in the background. Be it March bickering with Dan Heng, Mr Yang scolding someone for doing something they were not supposed to, or just Conductor Pom Pom trying to give a speech, all of it was irrelevant.

You were ready to kill whoever would try to pry you away from sweet Sunday. That thought came often which had left you worried - just what kind of person had you become? Regardless, you kept your mouth shut and had no plans of sharing such violent sentiments with anyone, particularly not to the one you held so dear.

When it was time to part for the evening you would bid the crew farewell and wished them a good night. You always made sure to take a few extra seconds with Sunday, just to ease your aching soul. He would tell you to sleep well and would see you in the morning, ready to take on any endeavor that crossed your paths.

As everyone parted ways, Sunday would wander off somewhere dark and distant, somewhere no one could see nor hear him. He would fall to his knees and clutch his chest in agony, fat tears streaming down his face as he did everything he possibly could to steady his raging heart. In a rush he would reach for the scarf which clung around his neck, his grip tighter than iron as he would bring it close to his nose. Taking a large, deep breath, Sunday was greeted by your familiar scent which would promptly calm his poor heart.

He sometimes wondered if his heart would start bleeding from the pain due to the sheer intensity of his emotions.

This was wrong, everything about this was not right and it hurt. Sunday was obviously ill but he had no clue on how to fight this... This emotion, this white hot feeling of need whenever you stood by his side. He started to choke on the air around him and fell into an abrupt coughing fit but even then, he could bring himself to remove the scarf from the lower part of his face.

Sunday wept and sobbed, filthy snot coming out from his nose but he could not handle that now. He needed you, Oh Heavenly Aeons, how he needed you. However was he going to tell you how he felt? How, oh how was he going to express the sheer magnitude of his true thoughts? He would scare you off, he was sure of it.

Even with this pain, even with these clipped wings and bleeding heart, Sunday had never felt so alive, so harrowingly present in the moment whenever he was with you.

Perhaps, he was doing himself a kindness by just letting you be. Drink your tea, be at peace.

He can always just make you another cup if you so desired.

Without knowing, you both haunted each other in the most agonizing way known to mankind and neither was strong enough to face the reality of the situation.

[tsubaki3192]

Men who are so emotionally constipated, or have been through enough trauma that they don't... exactly... do well with touch, but are extremely touch starved and crave love beyond anything else physical.

Men who suddenly gain an adorable S/O who is willing to do all that and more.

Men, who suddenly find themselves having someone to come home to every night; who find themselves lying beside said person every night; who's willing to hold them for as long as necessary when it gets difficult; who refuses to abandon them no matter the circumstance.

Boyfriends, who find it difficult to truly express themselves when they want to, and get frustrated whenever they have that difficulty.

Boyfriends who find their S/O so attractive that they can't help themselves, so they end up blurting out the thoughts that come to mind.

.

Boyfriends who become your husband because he made that same mistake one day, and scrambled to grab the ring.

(The same ring that had been sitting in his pocket for the last three months.)

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JJK: Gojo, Megumi,

ToRev: Hanma, KAZUTORA, Shinichiro, SANZU, Izana, Kokonoi

HSR: Blade, AVENTURINE, DANHENG,

Genshin: KAEYA, DILUC, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Xiao,

BNHA: Aizawa, TODOROKI, DABI,

Haikyuu: OIKAWA, Atsumu,

[springheatedwine]

Pov : he's comforting you🩵