What happens if a darling dies? Both for regular Yandere’s and Pure Yandere’s. Do they move on? Or is it like a swan that looses their mate?
A yandere will never manage to get over their darling. Typically after the death٫ the yan will shut themselves away from the world for a while٫ or even forever. After٫ its a gamble on what could happen. Besides becoming an absolute shut in٫ a yan could choose to follow their darling to the afterlife٫ grow more attached to any children their darling may have had with or without them٫ or even find a new platonic darling to coddle. There is a wide variety of coping mechanisms a yandere may resort to٫ but those are the most common.
do you think errormare hold hands with their respective strings/tendrils of mass destruction
error more than nightmare i think….
nm wouldn’t want to scare error away, so he’d probably be more cautious about it and stick to reaching for error’s clothes instead of his like actual arm…….. maybe………..
Just read the newest Scarabia manga issue, so here's my formal request for a one-shot of Jamil mercilessly eating reader out with that long ahh freaky tongue of his.
Nectarine
A/N: Hello Robyn. I'm behind on the Scarabia manga, but I know everyone has been going wild for the new Jamil panels. The art is so good... Please enjoy.
tags: Jamil Viper x gn!reader, unspecified oral receiving, bathroom sex
wc: 1.4k+
You’ve always been fascinated by the sight of Jamil’s tongue. He never showed it to you on purpose. You just happened to see it. When he would focus on something, it would poke out from the corner of his smirk. You watched him eat, or taste test food for Kalim. You would see him laugh or catch him smiling to himself in a dark corner as if he was plotting something.
Then, you saw how long it truly is.
You were helping out with the basketball club when Floyd started cackling from one end of the court. Practice had finished for the evening. Most of the guys had gone to clean up and change back into their uniforms so they could return to their dorms. There was a small trio of familiar faces standing in an open circle. You saw Floyd sticking out his tongue, then Ace, and finally; Jamil. The length was bizarrely long compared to the average human standard. You were in awe, forgetting about the wire basket of balls in your hands as it slowly slipped from your fingers and nearly hit the floor. Then Floyd laughed again, and so did Ace, leaving Jamil to put his tongue away with a bashful frown.
You aren’t sure you’re attracted to Jamil. You think he’s handsome, but that’s how you felt about a lot of guys. And you didn’t plan to open up about that with anyone else.
You walked through the halls with a yawn passing your lips. It was nearing the final stretch of classes as you slipped into one of the bathrooms. It was usually empty and sometimes you chose to skip just to have peace and quiet. You didn’t expect to be followed. You expected the door to swing shut behind you; but the sound never came.
You looked back to see a pair of cold, grey eyes. You tensed up and looked around before awkwardly stepping aside. You stretched a smile onto your face begging to whoever was listening that it looked natural. “Sorry, I’ll-”
“I want to talk to you.” Jamil stopped you as he let go of the door. It clicked shut, and he leaned against the solid surface with his arms crossed. You straightened your posture as your eyes darted around again. It was just the two of you in the bathroom.
“About what?” You had no idea what Jamil would want from you. The two of you hardly interacted outside of passing comments and glances. You admired him from afar and enjoyed that he was unobtainable. You watched him tap a slender finger against his arm. The sound was muffled from his sweatshirt and blazer. His eyes fell shut for a moment. “About you stalking me.”
You felt your heart fall into your stomach as you sputtered in shock. “What?! Stalk? No, I never- I don’t stalk you! I would never!” Jamil isn’t that interesting to follow around anyway. He’s either walking behind Jamil or sneaking off somewhere you wouldn’t dare to follow. Even if you wanted to. “Then why are you always staring at me?” He asked as he began closing in on you. You walked backwards hoping to find safety in a stall in case things got ugly. Jamil wouldn’t beat you up just for looking at him... Would he?
“I’m not staring at you!” Your face was getting hot as Jamil drew closer and closer. Like a snake cornering its living feed. “You are, and I know you are.” You backed into a small stall with Jamil trapping you inside. Your knees hit the back of the toilet as he stared you down. Your heart was pounding in your ears and your breath caught in your throat. “It’s your tongue! I’ve been staring at your tongue!” You admitted louder than you would have hoped.
“I’m only staring at your tongue!” You felt that repeating it was necessary. You didn’t care about what he was up to. Or what scheme he may be cooking up. You didn’t care about his personal life or anything of the sort. You just found that specific part of him eye catching. Jamil was silent as he moved in closer. You were forced to sit due to the lack of room as he closed the stall and locked the two of you inside.
You were breathing through your nose. Your eyes focused on your knees as Jamil stood over you. “That’s all?” His tone was curious as you gave him a swift nod in response. “Yes.” The sound was strangled as you took the chance to cross your arms as well. This is embarrassing. Everyone is going to think you’re a creep. “That's not what I was expecting at all.” Jamil murmured as you remained looking down. “Well sorry.” You shrugged your shoulders.
You expected him to turn and leave. To unlock the stall door and set you free to walk with your head hung in shame from admitting to your perversion. Instead, Jamil nudged at the toe of your shoe with his own. “What do you like about it?” The question still held that curious tone. But a little more bashful.
You shifted on the toilet. Your mouth scrunched into a grimace before the muscles relaxed. “I think the length is cool…” You’ve fantasized about it a few times. Buying a sex toy is already more expensive than most of your wardrobe combined. But when you got your fingers wet enough, you were able to mimic the sensation of being licked. At least… That’s what you read online.
“Oh really?” Jamil’s voice dropped as a shiver shot up your spine. You shifted again, giving him another quick nod. “I like looking. I didn’t mean to bother you.” You cleared your throat as you went to stand, only for Jamil’s hand to press on your shoulder and force you into sitting again.
You made no effort to struggle or complain.
“Now that I know you’re harmless, I don’t mind showing you up close. Unless you’d like to decline my offer?” Jamil hummed as your eyes widened. “Up close?” You lifted your head to witness Jamil sink to his knees and rest in front of you on the checker tiled floor. “Oh... Go ahead.” As if you would ever turn this down.
You looked away with embarrassment as he helped you out of your bottoms. “After this, learn to keep your gaze more subtle. If I was someone else, who knows how they might react.” Jamil teased you as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. You flinched at the contact, your body shivering as he slipped your underwear down and hiked your legs over his shoulders. “I-If you want I can do you next!” You cracked a weak smile as Jamil’s long tongue dragged over you.
Your back curved into an arch as your hands flew over your mouth. He tongue licked at the most sensitive spot before pulling away. “There’s no need. I don’t have time for that. This is to both satiate you, and teach you a lesson.” He laughed as he went to lick you again, and again. You yelped and whined behind your palms as your face was engulfed with heat. Your eyebrows were knit tight as you shook your head. “A-A lesson on what?!” You yelped as his tongue swirled around and you struggled not to kick his back.
“That staring is rude. You could have just talked to me.” He purred against your inner thigh before pressing another kiss against the moistened skin. He kissed and licked and occasionally sucked as you kept your mouth behind your hands. Breathing through your nose and wailing softly from the overwhelming sensation. This was nothing like fingering and trying to replicate what people said online.
This was amazing.
One of your hands held onto Jamil’s hair. Your hips rocked and bucked against his face as the lewd sounds grew louder and louder. Your toes curled in your shoes as you fought back and swallowed your noises. Class was already in session, but anyone could make a trip to the bathroom. Jamil knew you were going to cum and he encouraged it through his ministrations. His mouth and tongue moved faster. His dark eyes bore into yours as tears pricked the corners and you fought to blink them away through clumped lashes.
You came with a weak sob. Your body shuddered as you dug your heels into Jamil’s back. His dark blazer was scuffed with slight traces of dirt as he continued to taste you. He gave one, long, final lick before pulling away. You could see how wet his face is and that his cheeks were tinted with rouge. He panted softly as your legs remained limp over his shoulders. Your hand remained firmly clamped over your mouth as you slowly let go of his head.
“Don’t tell anyone about this.” He grumbled and you nodded slowly in response.
Hii how are you?? I have a question could you continue the Pierrot/Jester/Harlequin x F!reader fanfic?? I love to read angst 😭(feel free to ignore this)
Here you go, hun :
art by @konknonbi
Pierrot/Jester/Harlequin x F!reader
"Did you know some animals eat their offspring when they sense danger...?"
Angst, hurt/barely no comfort
[Part 1]
You wake up in a gasp, breathing loudly, sweat rolling down your forehead.
You blink repeatedly, your eyes getting accustomed to the ambient darkness before taking support on your elbows, realizing with a moan of pain that you have a perfusion.
"Easy, (MC)" A deep growly voice resonates next to you.
"Doctor…" You gather your pieced mind as he checks your pulse and take off the perfusion gently. "Where…?"
"We are in a camp."
"A camp?"
"For our kind."
You gulp, lowering your gaze, guessing without too much difficulties that Jester must have made promises to allow you inside.
"I see…"
"Are you dizzy? Is your head spinning?" He asks, pressing a stethoscope to your chest, sitting on the side of the bed.
"Why was I…?" You don't even bother ending your question, you already know, "Jester."
"He thought it was for the best. Do not hold it against him, (MC). It was an urgent and perilous situation."
"I know." You push the cover off your body to raise in a sited position, head in your hand, "I feel like a truck run over me…"
"Do you want a little boost?"
You remain still for a short moment, appreciating the darkness around you.
Why did Jester put you to sleep?
You went to the Circus earlier, and…
And…?
"No." You giggle without joy, "I know about your kind of little boost, Doctor. I'll try without it first."
"Suit yourself."
"Am I free to leave?"
"I do not see why not, but return at the first sign of weakness."
"Okay, I-"
"Silence over there!" A pissed off voice whispers behind you.
You turn your head, only to realize the tent is way bigger than you first anticipated. A dozens camp beds are displayed, filled with adults or children. Some nurse are taking care of patients while other talk to another doctor with low voice.
"Doctor…"
"Yes?"
"Be honest with me. What was the price to allow me in?" You ask with a dry throat, your fingers curling over the bed bar you are sitting on.
He remains silent for a moment, looking through your soul behind his mask, arms crossed on his wide chest, before taking the floor.
"Jester refused to share the information. He told us he will handle it himself."
You look at his expressionless mask with a sigh, before shaking your head.
"I see…"
You stand up, almost sitting back down with vertigo, but hold on. Doctor offers his arm as support and you take it with an affable smile.
"Thank you, my friend." You murmur.
He escorts you to the opening of the large tent, releasing you at the entry.
"I need to look over the rest of our patients."
"Of course. Don't forget to rest too."
"Will do… Friend." He nods, "Your husbands are talking with the heads of the camp."
He opens the tent for you, making you squint in the harsh sun and you leave, hugging yourself.
Monsters and creatures look over their shoulders when you walk past them, some whispers, some hiss like snakes. You lower your head and keep walking.
You're not here to cause trouble.
You're only here because… Because…?
You stop, gaze on your shoes with a mute voice.
The point of your shoes are burned… Like…
And it returns to you like a punch.
The crowd of humans.
The circus on fire.
Bil who tried to pull you out of it
And
And…
Pierrot, Harlequin and Jester… And your babies…
And the blood…
You let out a whine, mouth pressed to your mouth, curling over yourself in the middle of the camp.
You did not imagine anything.
They… They ate them!
They ate your babies.
Their babies.
They dug their teeth into them and teared the flesh apart from the bones.
You gasp for air like you were back into that burning tent, at a loss for a breath. You feel your heart sprinting into a panic attack, as your legs wobble and your vision doubles.
You try to regulate your breathing, but your throat is so tight, no airflow can pass. You are panting in the middle on the camp, knees in the dirt, while the other monsters look at you with… Perplexity.
Some take a step to the side to avoid you, other stop to look at you with a modicum of worry. Other just sniff with disdain. Why should they care for a human anyway? None of your people cared for any of them before, after all.
You jump with a yelp when a large hand is pressed in your back.
"My Lady…" Pierrot softly says, kneeling next to you, "Are you alright?"
You look at him.
Your red clown.
Your husband in carmine.
Father of your son.
Eater of his offspring.
Your double vision placates his expression of that day on his face, the blood splattered on his chin and mouth, his garment soiled with fluid and entrails, his eyes so sad on you, discovering the truth about them all.
Of what they truly are deep down.
Of what they are truly capable of.
You gag instantly, feeling your empty stomach spasming, trying to physically expulse your ire and disgust for them.
He stays at your side, keeping your hair out of the way just in case.
"I… urgh…" You gag one more, slowly calming down, "I am alright… I think…"
You pant a little more, slowly building back control.
You stand up by yourself, without his help, hugging yourself tighter.
"I am okay, Pierrot. Stop looking at me like that."
"Like… What?"
"Like you…"
'Care. Stop looking at me like you care.'
"Like I am about to die." You prefer to say.
He stands back up immediately, his hand like he was about to hug you, but hesitates. Finally, he lets it drop, his expression uncomfortable and out of place.
"I am glad you woke up, my Lady." He admits meekly.
"I don't know if I share the sentiment, to be honest." You look away, arms crossed on your chest.
"I… Have no difficulties imagining why." He gulps, "But for all its worth, I am relieved."
"… Thanks. Where is Jester?"
"Over there." He points.
"Good." And you leave him there.
He starts following you with his long strides, but a sigh out of you makes him freeze.
"Pierrot… No."
He lowers his head in defeats, but do not take another step, letting you go.
You clench your jaw in silence. For now, you have to endure it.
Endure them…
You notice your purple clown from a mile away, discussing with two other creatures. He chose to discard his big hat, but kept his circus attire. He had the careful thought to clean it beforehand.
They notice and turn to you, and Jester has the presence of mind to not say a thing.
"Human." The tall female nods to you, "What do you want?"
"I want to know the bargain." You respond a bit dryly, on edge to be near the Jester. "Why did you accept me in?"
The male and female look at each other he takes the floor.
"You're not the only one who lost a baby here, human. We all share the loss of something."
You breath through your nose, feeling Jester's presence burning your skin.
"So? You did not accept me in just for that? What did they promised you?"
"I-" the Jester starts, but a glare from you shuts him up.
Usually, he would never tolerate such attitude toward his person. But he knows he is on thin ice with you.
"He said you could help us with some camp managerial tasks."
"Is that all? Just… Organizing things?" You raise an eyebrow in surprise.
They both sniggers.
"No human. We thought about armed negotiations."
You open your eyes wide.
"…What?"
"We will explain to you later, for now, I think you two have things to talk about, no?"
"…Do we really?" You hiss under your breath.
"Yes. We do." Jester interjects, a hand on your shoulder.
You resist the desire to flick it off, feeling your eye twitch at the contact as the two creature walk away to leave you some privacy.
"(MC)." He starts gravely, "You know we can let humans get their hands on the remains of our dead. Do you remember?"
"Yes." You spit, "But…! But… Eating them?!" You open your arms in a defeated fashion, "Jester…?"
He sighs, his stern expression and attitude quickly recovered after such an… event.
"This is who we are, deep down, (MC). The humans forced us to grow that instinct. For survival."
"We really are a convenient scapegoat, aren't we?" You growl, "Whatever faults you make, it is our doing. Do you take responsibility for any actions at all?"
He frowns, lowering leaning forward to be at eye level with you, pissing you off tremendously.
"Mind your tone, (MC). Your kind hunts us for sport. Do you know how it feels?"
"You kind hunts us for food. Do you want to know how I feel living among you?"
He hisses at you, baring his sharp teeth. You growl back, right in his face, high on your toes.
He straightens his posture with a sigh, combing his fingers in his hair.
"Listen, this is all too recent. You need to rest."
"I need to think. To make decisions. Radical ones." You lower back on your soles.
He considers you in silence, split between the desire to comfort you, and leaving you in peace.
He choses neither.
"Do you want to… See them?"
You raise an eyebrow at him, on the defensive, digging your nails in the meat of your arm.
"I… Yes." You reluctantly admit, "I want to see my babies."
"Come, dear."
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"Harlequin?" Jester calls.
You hear a pissed off growl before seeing your green husband, sitting in the dirt of the forest behind a huge tree, hugging black bags of fabric tight to his chest.
His eyes round up when he sees you and he immediately look away, shameful.
"She wants to see our babies, Harlequin. Could you give them to her?"
Harlequin growl again, finishing in a wine as he tightens his grip on the bags.
"Harlequin."
"Leave it, Jester. I'll handle it."
Your long haired clown looks at you with 'are you sure?' spelled in his purple pupils , but you just nod and signal him to leave you alone.
When he is far away, you sit down in the dirt, next to Harlequin. You press your knees to your chest, wrapping you arms around your legs.
"So… Do you intend to say something at all?" You demand, looking far away in the valley below you.
"… You must hate us now, don't you?" He asks, muffled by the bags.
"I did not decide yet, in fact." You admit, "I very well might."
"I see…" He gulps.
"Do you?"
"I do. I hate myself for what happened that day. I wished I noticed the flames sooner. I wish I was there in time for…" His sentences doesn't end, his voice cracking too early.
You gulp in turn, feeling tears rising again behind your eyes.
"When I held her from her bassinet and she was non reactive… I…! I… I lost my mind…"
You rest your chin on your knees, feeling your eyes getting wet.
"She was no more. She… She was dead, in my arms. My little doll."
Your heat pinches at his nickname for his daughter.
His cute little daughter.
His doll in green ribbons.
He presses his palms to his eyes with a shaky breath, letting a single sob escape his lips.
"You must think this is a pattern for us. Eating each other like that." He lets out a joyless snigger.
You hm in response. First Columbina, and now their own children…
Is it them? Is it a cruel joke of Fate?
You don't know and you're stuck between them all.
Isolated. From everyone.
You kind is far away and belligerent, the people here look at you like trash on the side of the road, and your husbands… You husbands look at you like they are afraid of you and your reactions.
And of themselves.
Only Doctor treated you like he always did. Neutrally.
Harlequin throws his head back with a long sigh.
"Here." He hands you the three bags reverently, "This one is-"
"I know who is who, Harlequin." You cut him harshly.
He visibly freezes, his eye twitching, but he remains silent.
"I mean… Thank you, Harlequin."
You take the bags, knowing exactly who is who with their weight and with your maternal instinct.
Even as just bones, they remain your little darlings, and you'd recognize them at first glances among any ossuary.
You hold the string holding the heaviest close, debating with yourself if you should opening it or not.
"Do not force that upon yourself, (MC). Those are ours, I didn't let go of them for even a second."
"I know… I know. I just…I do not know." Your shoulders lower, the weight of those little bags in your arms.
The weight of your children.
So light now.
"I just don't know what to do…" You sob, your entire body shaking like a leaf, hugging the little bags," Oh my god… My babies…! My sweethearts…! I don't know."
Harlequin remains still next to you, hands on his knees. Mute. Tired.
In fact, you feel like nobody knows what to do, not you, not Harlequin, nobody!
You just wind up here, all lost and without any baggage, stripped of all dignity, begging for help.
You had a life before them all! Couldn't you just return to it?
Reconcile with your family, move to a new city.
Restart anew. Fresh.
You snigger among your tears.
Jester would never allow you to be free of them after all that…
You leave with them or you leave in a coffin.
'Remember, pet. This is forever.' He whispered the night of your union.
And now you realize he was serious.
Whatever you do, you won't escape them.
It is them and you.
Forever.
"Do you want to be alone for a moment?" Harlequin asks.
"… Yes." You sob.
"I see…"
And he leaves you to your pain without any other word.
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