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Yandere Aventurine x fem!reader
18+ | mdni / ageless blogs / it was originally for kinktober but I ran out of time.
Lotto - EXO
tw: obsession, dubcon, praises (good girl, pet, darling, sweetheart, etc.), fingerfucking, oral (fem receiving), barely any plot / straight up down to the dirty, pls bear with me i dont know how to write these scenes so I'll do my best, not proof read.
i honestly havent written in a while and haven't really gotten any motivation for anything. ♡
i also forgot to post this so here i am a couple days before my bday writing a forgotten smut oneshot, anyways!
"W-Wait..." You stuttered, the sounds of squelching spurred louder the longer the man kept up the pace. "Don't tell me you're already close? It's just one finger and you're already done?" Aventurine sneered, the depths of his middle finger curling which causes you to squeeze him as if you're milking the man's finger for any release. The cunning IPC man pulls out, his gloved finger soaked by your sopping essence.
The sandy blonde leaned down to see the lewd image of his finger which was currently coated in sticky clear fluids. "Look at this, you're a naughty girl. I'm almost tempted to keep this up until you learn not to cum again sweetheart." Using his fingers, he outstretched the clear fluid playfully before placing his finger into his mouth to taste it. Fuck. He savored the salty taste, "You had so much attitude earlier when it came to disobeying my orders." Hell, maybe he'll give you mercy considering you weren't under his commands.
Aventurine slowly peels the rest of the standard IPC gear off, leaving little to none for people if they were to happen upon this scene alone. "Cat got your tongue?" He clicked his tongue at your lack of will to fight. All of this fighting earlier and after playing just a little, you become all compliant and whiny? Well, who is he to not refuse the way you look up at him and silently beg him to continue? "C'mon, be a good girl and spread those legs for me." Aventurine murmured, tucking a strand of stray hair behind your ear.
How can a man being callous and cunning yet so sweet? The rumors surrounding the ten cornerstones might have lucked out your confidence when you were under the orders of Ms. Topaz. If there was anyone you would work under, it had to be Topaz due to how much kinder she was in comparison to the other... unsavory members who are just as twice as cunning as Aventurine himself. Your superior had specifically said to guard this room and keep troublemakers out, mainly ones that included the name Aventurine. Orders were orders even if he was an highly esteemed IPC director, but this came from Ms. Topaz herself who was also working under Lady Jade.
And aeons forbid you dare cross Lady Jade who could instill fear within every grunt member of the IPC.
And even though it wasn't specified by an order directly from her, your manager made it clear to your squadron. Your squad who had been knocked out by one of the Ten Cornerstones and who you happen to be pointing your standard spear at. Removing the last piece of gear that covered your face, Aventurine could enjoy his meal in peace. Who knew one of Topaz's employees had such a cute face? The same face that was flushed from just one finger?
"You can't tell me you're already done when I haven't even gotten to the good part." Aventurine clicked his tongue, making a 'tsk' sound multiple times as if shaking his head at your weak will. Giving up already? Aren't you supposed to be above the average joe in terms of fighting? Sure these grunts aren't really well-trained, but you held up against him despite facing off one of the cunning members who has great luck in risking and gambling.
You're not sure what kind of insane luck this guy has, but the world seems to shine on him to his own favor. "I might ask Topaz to give you to me. I really like that face of yours." Aventurine purred, a silky yet velvety tone of his would send your body reacting into a blushing maiden's mess. "Oh?" He drawled out on purpose, taking his time and effort to tease you to his heart's content. Inserting his ring finger in, he could see the way your entire body stiffens up. It's clear to him that you've never had anyone touch you this way.
It's almost.... exciting for him to be the first and last person that will ever touch a pretty guard like this. An IPC guard having illicit relationships with their supervisor, really sounds nice to the ears. And despite how bad it is, the risks is all it might be in for Aventurine. Sure, it'll be bad. Bad for you, but not really bad for him. At most, he'll be scolded or demoted below Topaz or something. Or maybe having to work closely with Jade again, didn't really feel that bad to how much fun he was having with someone like you.
Aventurine lived for excitement, the thrills of taking a risk, and this step is no different than having his own needs fulfilled to suit his sadistic tendencies. He may not look like much other than a rich playboy who chases behind skirts, but there's more than what meets the eyes. Nobody knows what he thinks about and nobody can discern his real actions behind that pair of magenta and cyan eyes. "I can't..." You wept, your body trembling under his ministrations. "You can, sweetheart." Aventurine refused to hear you deny this, how could you deny him? He has everything you would want from a man, nonetheless.
Fame. Wealth. Power. His looks. What more could you ask for from a guy as perfect as he was? "That's it... just relax for me... You're doing so good..." He cooed, his finger destroying any semblance of differentiating between reality and a dream. Aventurine knew what he was doing, having his fair share of women who all came to him for reasons alone. And although he didn't usually do unsavory methods like these, but something about fucking his colleague's guard is actually really fascinating. Then again, it'll be at some point he'll be bored, and discard you just like he has always done so to the multitude of women who are by all means--much more gorgeous or so than you.
But hey! If anything, maybe you should be glad he picked you to fuck. Now, he doesn't have anything against you. You just happen to be the last person standing to suffer under his frustration after getting forced into a shitty deal. His magenta-cyan colored eyes carefully watched the way your words began to stutter, the moans hanging loosely on your lips, and the magnificent image of your pussy walls clenching onto him. "Looks like you were just playing me earlier, sweetheart. See how much you're enjoying this?" The sandy-haired male curled his fingers again, amused by your reaction as you cried out with salty tears running down your cheeks.
Was it the way he knew which spot to hit or was it the way of the power imbalance that was occurring between the two of you? Sweat painted your body, sending you over the board as you let out wanton moans, each sound sending Aventurine down a path of indulgence. Aeons.... He just wanted to sink right into you, whether it was your flesh or your tight cunt which was squeezing his fingers each time he thrusted. He couldn't get enough of it, not to mention the scent of sex in the air was heated and stuffy. Anyone could walk into this room and immediately know what the hell was going on at first glance. And by anyone...
A dirty thought ran through his mind, the risk sent a thrill of excitement down his body. "Be a good girl and open wide for me." Aventurine cooed, using his rich velvety voice to coax it out of you. Maybe it was the pleasure or the fact that he was using his face to work out all the problems for him because you knew you weren't going to last any longer if he kept this all up. No... no... no... you knew you were close. "W-Wait..." You were breathless, more stray tears running down your cheeks as each thrust got closer to the point of nearly coming undone. "A-Ah... Ah!" You wailed, back arching into his palm as sticky white fluids coated his hand.
Ugh... His pants felt tight, but it wasn't time yet. Not when he hasn't had a proper taste. His hands, which were much bigger than yours--slid upwards to your thighs to nudge them wider apart. To think that a mere guard like you, would have a famed person on his knees. Lucky you, huh.
Just the flick of his wrist, all risks are beneficial whether a big win or a loss that might set him back, but he didn't mind risking this for some shitty affair fun.
[Figure you out - VOILA]
Yandere Sunday x female reader
Minor / Ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT! 18+ ONLY | Kinktober
tw: yandere themes ofc, unhealthy obsession, manipulation, possessiveness, dubcon/noncon(mostly), pet names (good girl, little dove etc), oral receiving (fem & sunday), Sunday is not nice!, not proof read, imprisonment/stalking/kidnapping, pwp (smut w plot), drugging reader, cockwarming, Sunday worships your body like a fucking temple!, ok well it isn't super explicit, but it explains the gist of what goes on.
a/n: It's because I hadn't been posting and this was mainly a thank you for the lovies that stayed with me despite my inactivity. Thank you my lovies.
...How long had it been since you were locked up in this cage? You woke up in this cage for who knows how many hours or even days have passed? Where was your friends? Your beloved friends? Had any of them forgotten you on Penacony? No... That wouldn't be possible. You wouldn't stay here especially even if it sounds enticing to be in a dream. To never wake up. When you first got to Penacony and explored the place with Gallagher, you never really anticipated on getting lost... Let alone even meet Sunday on a one in a million chance of it happening.
With Sunday in the picture, he seemed to be curious. Asking a ton of things about you despite being formally polite in the first place. The longer you stayed in his place though, the more you felt nervous, and uncertain. As if there were a bunch of eyes staring down at you in multiple directions. It lessened when you told your fears to the man in control of the situation. "Interesting." Sunday would say, offering you a place to hide and protect you.
You had initially refused, why would you bother him? Surely he had a lot on his plate already, preparing for the upcoming Charmony festival and dealing with the Family. Why would you add onto his load with your troubles? "No... No, there's no need. I'm sure whatever it is will stop eventually, Sunday." You would smile and wave it off, though you wouldn't tell him how often you would get strange gifts and notes by your bed.
How had the stalker known where you lived? Had they followed you home? Who would possibly stalk you? You had nothing to offer to your name let alone giving anything that was worth taking. Sometimes gifts, sometimes notes that told you how pretty you would look or what clothing you wore for the day. A few more months go by and it kept getting worse, but from that moment you had also gotten closer to Sunday who opened his arms to you. With him, the stalking was less severe and the gifts often came by less.
It would only occur whenever you weren't with Sunday, something you should have noticed what was wrong. From that moment, was your fault alone. You should have something about it to Gallagher or even--!
The metal door creaked open, the person you had trusted the most and became your friend had been the one to stalk you in this very so-called dream land. You weren't even sure where your real body was, but you knew Sunday must have had a hand in this and probably gatekept your body somewhere private. The silver haired man stepped inside with a food tray, setting it next your restrained figure. His slender fingers gripping your chin gently for the fear of adding another fresh mark on your face.
"My dove," Sunday murmured, "I missed you very much." Time passes by slowly and you wondered how many months has it been since you actually last saw the world beyond Penacony. "You're not still mad about that are you?" Sunday cooed, pressing kisses on the corner of your lips and some right on top of it. "I locked you up so you can stay safe, little dove." The head of the Oak Family caressed your cheeks gently as if you'll bruise.
As long as Sunday would keep you safe, nothing would harm you when he wasn't with you. You would never learn to grow your wings and you'll stay safe. With him. Forever. Nobody would know about you two. You were his secret, his only selfish filthy secret that he would take to the grave. Taking the syringe from the silver tray that he had brought in, Sunday would get the joy of feeding his favored dove. You look so pretty, unable to move, and could only remain under the influence of the sedatives he would inject in you 24/7.
That didn't mean you couldn't feel what he was doing to you. Fingers sliding down to your plush thighs, bare of any clothing. Head tilting down to taste the sweet essence he had been longing for day and night. Ever since the preparation of the Charmony festival, he hadn't had any time to spend with his little dove. And right now, Sunday wouldn't be denied of his dove anymore. Not when he managed to get you so compliant and you would sing for him if he hit the right spots.
The tip of his cock would sink in fully, filling you with his seed. "Dove, I'm gonna cum..." Sunday grunted, the loud obscene sounds of flesh hitting flesh. If he finished first, hips stuttered to a slow, and he would simply kiss you in a sloppy manner. Bites, hickies, and leaving his every mark on you. You would understand that you simply belonged to him. Mind, body, and--fuck! The pathetic whimpers you would sing for this man would drive him mad beyond any fix.
The warm wet muscle lapping up every single drop that you spilled, "You taste so sweet, my dove." Sunday murmured, drinking up the sweet sticky fluids that spilled between your thighs. "Fuck! Fuck!" He would shout, bemoan how good you were letting him take you without any struggle. If he wasn't eating out of you, you'd find yourself most likely riding him from start to finish. "You're a good girl, you know that dove? You feel so good wrapped around my cock."
Crying, if you must. He wouldn't let you go until you finally came more than enough to make the man satisfied. Oh, it hurts? That's too bad, Sunday hasn't cum yet. You don't get to stop riding him, maybe if you're lucky--he'll even fuck you in a different position if you beg him hard enough. Those pretty lips gagging on his cock, watching you struggle to take it as he doesn't give you a chance to adjust. You'll learn, even it if hurts you. You're just a cute little wife to fuck! All so pretty and stretched out on his cock.
If Sunday was a loyal devotee, then you were a temple. He would lavish you in expensive gifts whether they ranged from beautiful clothing or trinkets. Though, you would have no say in what you wore anyways since you were paralyzed from top to bottom due to the drugs he would make you take every night. You could only sleep, be forced fed, or fucked without mercy. Sometimes if Sunday was nice, he would be gentle while fucking you, but Sunday wasn't happy--he wouldn't be gentle at all.
And right now, Sunday was pretty happy that plans were moving forward. Though initially he wasn't happy due to that IPC bastard interfering with his plans. The Astral Express was also another pawn that kept poking their nose in his place, in his domain. "My dove," Sunday would often talk to himself while he planned out what he'll do for the revival of Order. This was probably the nth time he made you cum, his fingers spreading you apart deliciously as you sung your throat raw each time Sunday hit that god forsaken spot at the right angle.
When his sister was 'killed', Sunday pretty much lost it. Anguish tore into him, locking himself in that cursed room you were in. Under the whole pretense of mourning and searching for his sister. Yes, he did search for her, but he was busy fucking this pretty little dove and watching you squirm under him as Sunday would often tell you what he would do to you. So what if he has you captive? At first, it was just only brief lingering interest. Sunday didn't think he would actually kidnap you and just fuck you.
Maybe some sick desire built up as the head of the Oak Family would visit your quarters every night, keep your pretty little head drugged as he would release his frustrations upon you. Or was it the time you looked so pretty that one night he had accidentally went undercover and had fallen for you? Head over heels? Not that type of bullshit, Sunday was borderline obsessed with the thought of you being his devotee worshipping him.
"No more..." You begged him, so fucking pretty. Using those pretty lips and eyes to beg him to stop. "No more? My dove, I'm not done with you yet. I wonder if I keep this up, I'll surely fill you to the brim." He sneered, jerking his hips faster at an aggressive pace that left you crying how much it hurts. He's been going at it for more than a couple hours! You're definitely too sore and it's unlikely you'd be able to get up or sit at all. As if he would let you leave his beautiful paradise.
That's probably why he planned on breaking your spirit, your every fiber of that stubbornness. Whisking you behind doors, fucking you every night with his cock, and praising you only when you did something good for him. Yeah, Sunday was raising a wife basically. It was only a matter of time before he would figure out what would completely break you and turn you into that pretty obedient doll. Just like those clockworks in Penacony, if they cracked, eventually you will too--he'll figure you out.
Yandere Boothill x nurse!gn!reader
[Too Sweet — Hozier]
tw: yandere themes, unhealthy concepts, obsession, addiction, possessiveness, boothill sees you as helpless little lamb etc, and probably more i haven't listed, gender neutral reader (nurses can be males/females too), no use of pronouns, a lot of pet names and a bit of praising.
a/n: when i saw this song and boothill, god, this suits him so well. Okay I'll be honest, I thought of a hot scene, but then i was reminded by HA and then i took that back. Ain't no way I'm writing that scene. IF YALL KNOW IT, Y'KNOW IT THAT THING HAUNTED ME INSTEAD.
Tightening the bandages after thoroughly cleaning out the infection, you lamented. "Why couldn't you for once step out of trouble?" The galactic space cowboy grinned. "And miss a chance to not visit you in the infirmary, sweet cheeks?" You gave him an unimpressed look, "Boothill."
The space cowboy shrugged, leaning back into the chair as he was nonchalant about how severe the damages were going to be. "You think those motherfudgers would be able to do anything to me, darling? Those shirtbags didn't even see what hit 'em!" This cocky bastard... and yet you didn't bother arguing since he would act even more overconfident about it.
Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. "Forget it... There's point in scolding you since you won't even listen." Of course he wouldn't listen, he would get hurt just as an excuse to see you concerned over his wellbeing. You were the only good thing after that incident. "Why don't ya worry less about that, hm? Aren't I still fine?" Boothill huffed, patting his metal abdomen with ease.
"I reckon, I wouldn't even fall since you patched me up the quickest an' without complaint--unless I held a gun to their heads, them doctors or healers get real compliant with a little..." He faltered, seeing you give him a look that said 'stop that'. Boothill coughed awkwardly, clearing his throat and looking away.
"An' anyways, what good does those quacks do if I ain' got you fixin' me up real good, darling?" You didn't bother looking at him again since you just about done with this guy. Always saying the silliest and goofiest thing these several days, you wondered what it would be like if this guy could actually swear without his beacon messing him up into something rated e for everyone. "What do you plan on doing now?" You changed the topic, not very intrigued in hearing where the rest of his tale was going with doctors being threatened to nurse his health back to normal. Well... you probably wouldn't say a doctor who specializes in medicine, but rather someone who specializes in machinery work.
"What I plan on doin'?" He held his tongue, probably about to say the most heinous thing to mankind towards you. Of course he wouldn't say that! Not to your face... "Uhh, word came out that an Emanator of IX is posin' as a galaxy ranger an' I ain' 'ppreciate that." Boothill grumbled, chewing on one of his bullets again as a form of trying to destress. Your gaze zeroed in one the bullet he chewed, you've always wondered what it was like whenever he chewed on these metal bullets despite being made from the same pockets.
The space cowboy raised a brow, "Whatcha lookin' at, darlin'?" He paused, swallowing the bullet as it went down--giving you a chance to look away as you made an excuse that you had something else to do.
Motherfudger... You look so good. He subconsciously licked his lips, trailing his tongue over his lips in a sensual manner the longer he stared at you. The things he would do for your pretty self, the way you would— Fudge... He shouldn't really be thinking dumb right now, not when he had other things to do. Like maybe getting your attention as much as possible before he should leave? Actually no, maybe he should confess and take you out on a date. He always wanted to take you out somewhere nice, but with the darn IPC always hovering over his back—he couldn't risk putting you in harms way. Seeing you run off made his heart bleed, well, if he really considered the mechanical heart in his body an actual heart since he wasn't even technically human anymore.
Welp.
There you go, running off on him again. Boothill wondered if you were either playing really dumb or really coy to him for some dumb motherfudging reason so you weren't aware of his advances. Y'know, simple things? His sweet nicknames and the constant visits coming to you instead of other quacks. Eh? What if you really didn't know about how he felt? He wouldn't mind keeping you at gunpoint either and made sure you were well aware of his feelings too!
Should he step up his game and get more aggressive with his advances? The longer he waits, the antsier he gets when it comes to you. "You're making me work so hard for you, darlin'." Boothill muttered under his breath, getting up to follow you. He waited too long for you to take notice of him and he's getting fed up every time you interrupt or play dumb. The space cowboy tracks you down without much effort, his eyes narrowing onto your figure as you reorganize the shelves in the storage room where various supplies meant for injuries lied in wait.
"So," He approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist. "This is where you've run off, hm?" The cockiness in his tone indicated that he confident that you wouldn't be able to push him away. "I ain't like that yer runnin' from me, darlin'." Boothill hummed, his lips were right besides your ear tickling you with his breath. "Eugh... What are you doing, Boothill?" You were immediately annoyed by the cyborg's presence. "I don't got time to play hooky with you. I'm busy." You insisted, refusing to give into his demands.
Boothill refused to budge, his sharp teeth lightly tracing over the edges of your shell of your ear. "C'mon, don't be like that sugar. Spend a lil time with me." His tongue darted out to leave a teasing lick causing you to shudder over the weird sensation. "Knock it off!" You attempted to elbow him, only to be in pain as you forgot the man was made of 90% of metal. His hand slid up your abdomen and up towards your neck as he kept a firm grip on your jaw.
Turning your head to meet his half way, his mouth found his way towards yours. "Mmmmf—!" You were stunned and struggled, not allowing this to happen as you vehemently refused him. Oh-ho? You, his favorite nurse daring to reject him? Now that won't do at all! Pressing the back of your head tighter against his mouth, he made sure you couldn't pull away even as he pinned you against the shelves of the cabinet.
Gods, you were just a sweet little thing he adored. You tasted so sweet, maybe a little too sweet, but that doesn't matter right now. All he wanted was to savor the taste of your mouth on his.
Your hands pushing at him, hitting him, and using what you could to shove him away and off of you. Reaching for anything desperately as you felt a hard object in your hand, gripping it as you swung it at the side of Boothill's face who stumbled back flabbergasted by your move. "Sheesh, fudgin' heck that hurt me like a son of a lady!" He cursed under his breath, rubbing the spot where it hit his face. His eyes locked onto yours, frustrated that you even hit him and to think he was gonna be nice to you once he tied you up and brought you back to his place.
"Don't think yer gettin' out of here scot-free, I ain't wanna be rough with ya, but yer gonna leave me with no choice."
Yandere Scar x female! reader
[Don't go insane - DPR IAN] i love this song.
tw; obsession, possessiveness, yandere themes, all the best people r fucking insane istg, gaslighting(?), manipulative scar, unhinged scar (?), sadistic scar(?), lot's of praising type of shizz, this is what i think he would be like if he was a yandere, NO FLUFF, this man would hurt you while saying his deeds were for a good cause, bro unalived your village ok he aint buddy buddy, implied kidnapping, chaotic-ness, not proof read
He's never been the one to become so enamored by anyone other than seeing all the little lambs slaughtered due to their greed. Selfish, so selfish little lambs! They're all so cute. That was until he met you of course. Look at this cute little lamb he couldn't bear to kill— He wouldn't want you dead either. After all, you look better when you're in tears while under him, begging him to not kill your entire family.
"Don't look at me like that, little lamb." He cooed, his thumb trailing over your bottom lip. "You might just excite me." His other hand cupped your face, stroking your cheek gently with his thumb rubbing in circular motions. All alone, his cute little lamb. Shouldn't you be grateful he saved you? If he hadn't, you might have been one with the flock of mindless fools!
Salty tears run down your face, each one touching his heart— oh how much he adored you. Scar leaned down, "Little lamb, don't cry." His forehead pressed against yours, trying to maintain the sweet illusion he had worn on for you. "Don't... touch me, you filthy bastard..." You cursed him, hated him, and despite everything you were the fool indeed. "Naughty girl." Scar crooned, running his tongue over your cheek to taste the salty tears.
"Think about it, spending the rest of your life with me." Despite everything he put you through, he was still willing to take care of you regardless. No home to return to, nobody to take care of you either, or this wasn't a bad deal, right? All of this in exchange for your freedom. "Little lamb... It's better you agree with this deal, or I'll force you." He giggled, hell-bent on having you whether you liked it or not.
You refused him. Aren't you cute? Acting as if you had a choice in this matter! There was only one ending for you, little lamb and that would be with him, forever. "Ah-ah-ah. You wouldn't think of leaving me, would you little lamb? I can give you anything and everything and you're telling me— you don't want any of that?? Silly girl." Scar cooed, gripping your cheeks roughly to show how displeased he was with you disobeying him.
The deranged man leans in closely, his breath hovering over your face. "I don't believe that you would continue to deny me, little lamb. C'mon think about it. Be a good girl, hm?" He pressed forward, the tip of his tongue trailed over your bottom lip as if teasing you. Your hands curled into fists, attempting to swing at him for violating your boundaries and personal space. "Oh dear, don't do that. You're really asking to make things messy. Think about your family? You wouldn't want them hurt?" He threatened, aware that you were soft for the people you cared about.
That's what he liked about you. Being so easy to manipulate. All because you had weakness. His knee grounded in between your legs, pressing against your sweet core. "Listen to me, little lamb..." He murmured, his voice dropping to a false sense of security— trying to lure you into giving up into his hold. “All you must do is say yes to me. Is that so hard?” Scar teased, this madman purposefully did things to get under your skin. He made your skin crawl. Worst part is that nobody else seems to know the mask he used to hide himself and lure all these pitiful people under his command.
Even the people you used to know— you no longer recognized due to how selfish their greed was. All the people that used to be kind, the ones you knew were sweet. Unrecognizable faces who longed for things that only the sinner has lulled them into. “You’re so cute.” He cooed again, unable to help himself to the black lamb that he cornered on his own with the help of these gullible sheep. “Your own village sees you as a black sheep, you’re no longer their kind.” Scar taunted you, knowing that these words hurt you deeply.
“But you and I, we’re alike, little lamb. We’re both outcasts. In fact, I understand how you feel.” His thumb wiped away the tears that trekked your cheeks. “Don’t cry, little lamb.” The man comforted you despite him causing the problems in the first place. You glared at him, slapping his hand away. “Don’t touch me! You don’t understand when you’re the one who’s taking sick pleasure in this!” Scar clicked his tongue, “I’m trying to comfort you. And you’re telling me off?” He raised his hands in defense, scoffing.
“Naughty lamb.” He scolded you, shaking his head at your refusal to be comforted by him. Snatching you by the throat, he tilts your head up to look at the beautiful creation he has made to your village. “Look up for me, little lamb. Look at the village who abandoned you.” He giggled, taunting you as before your very eyes were the villagers of this community slaughtering one another. Tears, salty tears, and the blood soiled what used to be healthy grass— wilted with each body that decayed in the lackluster earth.
Oh, how he adored the tears on your face as you witnessed the fall of your so-called family. “Look at that, now you have nobody.” He rubbed it in your face, mocking you. “All of this could have been avoided if you had agreed to my proposal like a good girl.” Scar sneered, yanking your hair back as he forced you to watch the village you called family— kill each other in greed and selfishness.
Sweeping his messy hair back, Scar exhaled. He had his work cut out for him, trying to convince his cute little lamb that you had nobody to go to. Phrolova would probably give him an earful again for picking up strays. Sincerely speaking, he couldn't help it! How could she not see the cuteness overflowing from you? You've got literal tears running down your face and you're a complete mess! Ah, whatever. Scar didn't have to report his every doings to the leader.
As long as he made trouble and caused mayhem, it didn't matter in any case. The only thing he couldn't do is touch that person the leader was waiting. For who they were? Scar wouldn't know, but he knew that his lamb had no relation to that destined fated person who was supposed to come at some point. Scar had time. He had plenty of time before anything serious happened.
Phrolova stepped out from behind, glancing at the pet her colleague picked up. "Out of all the dirty filth you picked up, you chose that?" Her disdain was evident and it was clear she didn't like you regardless of who you were. "Oh please, no wonder you're a bitch. I'm doing things as I please. Mind your own fucking business." Scar snapped, zero patience for his colleague in mocking his tastes.
Her steel grey hair swayed behind her, "Whatever. As long as that thing doesn't cloud your judgement." The white haired maniac chuckled, "Since when has anything swayed my mind? I just like this little pet." Phrolova scowled, her expression changing to a repulsed look, already quick to leaving this filthy place. "Just hurry up, there more Tacit Discords we need to deal with."
Scar rolled his eyes, picking you up as he threw you over his shoulders. "We're going to have a nice long talk, little lamb." He exhaled, the temporary excitement hit different than destroying faith between humans. You couldn't believe it. You refused to believe it. Not after he trapped you in this hell. All you had to do was to—
i didnt expect the votes to last a week... i just wanted the poll to last 3 days :sob: anyways, once the votes are in; ill put in another poll of what characters (if ppl picked 2nd or 4th option)
Yandere Morax x fem spirit reader x Yandere Osial
[Morally Grey — April Jai ft Nation Haven]
tw: yandere, obsession, possessiveness, stalking, dark themes, addiction, short, maybe part 2? what do you guys think?
image is not mine; i wanted to draw my own way, but i got lazy and procrastinated way too long
You liked sitting near the pool of water at the top of this mountain you claimed as your dwelling. Before this nonsense about war and gods, you were a relatively harmless goddess yourself— though you preferred the term guide or spirit at the very least. Having the responsibilities of being called a god was definitely far off the mark...
You'd sit under this orange red tree, staring at the stagnant pool of water at your reflection. Perhaps you'd find yourself napping often... only for you to wake up face to face with a strange man staring down at you. Startled by the sudden intrusion, you jerked up in surprise. "Who... are you?" The puzzled look on your face intrigued the man, must he find it cute?
The odd human studied you, his amber eyes resembled like the amber chunks you've often found in neighboring mountains. Though you could not see much due to the white hood he wore. Gold lines connected from his arms and the top of his cloak that hid his face. You concluded he must have been some sort of rock spirit who wandered here.
Does this man not speak? Was he able to speak? You furrowed your brows, dipping your feet into the warm pool of water— ignoring the latter who seems to be interested in observing you.
Morax studied the little spirit, in fact he was interested at first. Where had this tiny little thing come from? How come he had never seen such a novel creature? He didn't mean to go so far from the plains, it's just hearing tales about these mythical creatures seemed absurd yet fascinating. Hearing the little spirit chime up, a sweet melodic confusion disabled him from speaking.
Perhaps it was because he had never thought that he would find such a pretty little thing and since he was a god, it made sense to want to be near and mingle with the others as Guizhong once taught him that small pitiful creatures must be protected. Even if this little one wasn't a goddess, you were quite a magical being.
You were special, for that, he will watch over you.
You're his. HIS. HIS. HIS. Don't run little spirit.
There were local legends amongst the other vision bearers and beings above the mortal realm— but none of them fascinated him the most unlike the kimaris. Such unbridled spirit and a sense of fondness lingered upon seeing you, Morax hadn't realized he had spent quite some time staring every inch of you in silence.
"How long do you plan on watching me?" You didn't like the fact that he kept staying here, even bothering you with his presence. Something about him made you feel uneasy, yet you knew he might have been a vision bearer just according to how he dressed. However... He didn't seem to strike you as one.
Again... The man didn't say a word, but he often visited your home for no apparent reasons. Of course, you were unhappy. How could not be unhappy that some stranger who keeps coming here and not even talking to you at all? Promptly, you've just chosen to ignore this strange man each time he comes here.
One day, you happened to see the skies decorated in a cloudy grey color that left you with an ominous feeling. Even the little critters that often kept you company— no longer lingered. That meant something bad was going to happen. Exhaling softly, you stood up from your seat. Your bare feet pressed against the warm rock you were seated upon and decided to see if a phenomena would affect you and your abode.
Temporarily you would leave this abode to see what the fuss was about, but before you could get far— a hand gripped your wrist, tugging you back into a chest. Craning your neck up, you could see a different man. Someone else you did not recognize and it wasn't that odd man who would come visit you for the last several months. This new strange man was different.
Cocky even. Arrogance decorated him as he tugged you to himself, his hand trailing over your cheek, then jaw, and then settled on your chin. "A little kimaris?" The man mused, a low rumble in his throat as his blue eyes continued to scan you to his liking. "Such a rare spirit, it seems the rumors don't do you justice, Ars Goetia." The man had decided on the spot that he would keep you.
Slinging an arm around your waist, he prepared to bring you back to his domain. You squirmed, trying to get out of his grip. "Release me!" A little spirit like you would not be able to do anything in the face of a god who had much more fighting prowess than a little spirit as yourself. "I believe she said to let go of her." A low baritone voice sounded from behind, their intentions different from one another.
"Heh, Morax. You're a step little too late. This little kimaris is mine." The blue haired man sneered, tightening his grip on your waist as he was prepared to make off with his prize collection. A long pillar blocked his path as the said man seemed to want to oppose him. "Osial." Morax chillingly said, his amber hues narrowing into slits to show that he wasn't going to play around with this obnoxious water god.
You wriggled, attempting to slip out to escape the clashing of the two men who were insistent in fighting here for some odd reason. Though the harder you struggled, the tighter Osial's grip became. The hydro sea god glared at you, "Stop squirming little spirit, you're not going anywhere."
The man named Morax scoffed, "Let her go, bastard. She doesn't want you." Osial snorted, "She wouldn't want you either. You wouldn't know how to appreciate the little charming thing here, rock head." The two clashed in a fury of words, resulting in you getting squished in between them.
"If you're gonna fight, can't you let go of me first?!" You argued, clearly upset with the sea god who held you tightly in his arms. Osial didn't pay any mind to you, leaving himself open to your tricks as you bit his arm. The sea god yelped, turning to you angrily. "You little minx—"
Morax took the chance to strike, yanking Osial's horns as the two clashed, giving you a chance to slip out from his arms. You quickly fled the battlefield, leaving you alone and vulnerable. Osial was distracted by Morax, finding this geo god annoying. "Look what you did! You made the little spirit run off, idiot!" Osial hissed, shoving Morax back angrily.
Morax scoffed, "She's not yours. She's mine. And you should learn your place." His amber eyes glowed, obviously intent on forcing the man to feel displeased. "Yours? I found her first, that little spirit is mine." It didn't take a genius to know the two gods were smitten with you.
Yet you were far gone, flying off in a hurry to the lush forest that didn't hinder your steps. Fleeing from Mt. Aocang, you dipped right into the valley of Yaodie. Hopefully in an attempt to escape the two powerful creatures who were fighting recklessly out in the open. If you could fly in a hurry elsewhere, you would definitely go past the borders of where you've heard that waters were special.
The two clashed like oil and water, unwilling to lose to the other party. Even after you were gone, it was decided one of them would hunt for you as the winner.
You weren't safe little fairy, where do you think you're going?
You tried to fly off faster, too fearful to look back.
"Where do you think you're going, little spirit?"
Sorry, I just didn't have much motivation when it came to making oneshots like I used to.
I'm 22 now :) Today is my birthday, but I thought it'd be nice to make a oneshot after being inactive far too long. I was thinking maybe a part 2 to this since it's not exactly vivid. Slight vagueness, but yeah, I was hoping I could pick up inspo while offline. Thanks for staying with me, despite my inactivity <3
[Yandere!Wriothesley x Fem!reader]
Still into you — Paramore
tw: obsessed/obsession, possessiveness, trapping reader, aggressive, playfully mean/cruel, ik the fandom has him as a hot daddy type of vibe but like... this is just the yandere type of shit on the mill yk? pls dont come after me LOL, shit is not proofread, i havent been writing often tbh been busy
merry xmas; heres a gift from me to you
Wriothesley was a pain in the ass.
He was the definition of everything yet everywhere at once. This man would be there in the places you less expected him to be other than living in the Fortress of Meropide. If he wasn’t working and cleaning up after other certain issues, he would have you right back on his lap like a good little girl. Sure, you could be a pain in the ass most of the time, but he likes the bratty rude attitude.
…That is until you start acting up again and he must punish you for 'misbehaving'. Wriothesley believed it was the last straw when you said you wanted to take a break. 'See other people' from what you mentioned. He thought you were joking, trying to push his buttons again for attention, but you were serious.
“What?” The change of his tone could not hide his surprise as you asked to break up with him. Why would you break up with him? He had everything. Is it possible you were seeing someone else? Is that why you didn’t want to listen again? “That’s a funny joke, [name], you’re breaking up with me?” The older man crossed his arms, leaning against the wall.
"You make it sound as if we were a couple.” You calmly said, “I did my part of the contract, and you did yours. I only agreed to this until the end of time in the Fortress of Meropide.” You held no feelings, no attachments, simply cutting him off all contacts. That was what was agreed upon when he offered you an opportunity. “No. I’m not letting you go.” Wriothesley said firmly, ending the conversation with his refusal. “Why?” You weren’t going to end it at just that.
“You made it clear, no feelings. Aren’t you just eating your words back, Duke?” You hissed, clenching your jaw tightly to show your irritation. The man rolled his eyes, “You signed it but you never read the fine print sweetheart. You’re mine.” He was making it clear for your little silly head. You weren’t going to leave him. Hell no. Over his dead body. Were you serious?
Were you really going to just leave and drop everything just because your sentence was gone? Wriothesley stomped towards you, snatching your wrists roughly as he needed you to understand that he wasn’t going to let you go at all.
You tried to yank your arm from the man, his grip tight, his gruff voice taut as he explained it to you as if you were a child. "Relax, [name], just come back and be a good girl. Alright? Simple as that." Wriothesley chuckled, pulling you close— his other arm wrapped around your waist tightly, secured. "It seems bad, but think about it... Down here, you have the fortress of Meropide under your fingers, you have people respecting you, and most importantly— me."
You felt the jolt of anger coursing through your body, you did not want any of that. No, you wanted freedom. Freedom was simply impossible compared to being a roach scuttling around the underwater with the rest of the sinners. "I don't want—" Wriothesley's lips touched the outer shell of your ear, "That's the problem sweetheart, you may not want, but I need you to understand."
The gentle nudge woke you from your own sleep, the face you had grown to hate of all eternity. Yet he spoke to you as if your vow of silence meant nothing to him. So what if you're quiet? It's nothing different than the times he would force you to make a noise or two for his own entertainment? Or maybe when he's busy fucking you and making you take it in?
"Don't glare at me, sweetheart." The duke snickered, his palm caressing your face gently before gripping your chin in a rough manner. "You have everything, but you don't want it? Think about it, anyone would kill to be in your position and— and you have my favor." He murmured, his lips pressed against your jaw gently. The words felt like a mock to your dream of leaving this god forsaken place. You did not take kindly to being tied down a place like this.
Heavens forbid it!
"I want to go out." You were unable to hide the distaste in your tone, the ever growing hatred that this man would keep you here.
Away from prying eyes.
It sickened you to no end that this was the man you signed a contract with. "No. You can't leave, [name]." Firm, his icy tone ended the conversation, but you weren't done talking! Though, it seems he had other plans for you should you continue to this conversation. "I don't think you learned your lesson from yesterday." Wriothesley flatly said, his eyes darkening at the sight of your disobedience.
"Would it kill you to enjoy what you have right now? One last chance, [name]. I'm already being generous by giving you a choice. If it was up to me..." His lips trailed lower to your neck, "I would've taken it upon myself already." Hot heavy breath kissed your skin, reminding you that this was your fate.
Your lips dried, bile threatened to rupture— vomit on the man. Nothing seemed to come out as he traced your exposed flesh with his own lips. Just face it, be real [name].
[Super Psycho Love — Simon Curtis]
tw: manipulative reader, gaslighting? i think lol, obsession/obsessive behavior, yandere themes, suggestive/nsfw themes, no fluff cutsie shit, dom argenti, praises like 'good girl' is used, oral receiving (fem), slight size kink (if you squint), dacryphilia (also if you squint), pet names, gentle to rough, dom/sub dynamics, it's pretty much just smut, idk how argenti is so like so dont trust me on this, not proofread!!!
Yandere Argenti x Fem Reader
oh look at that it's october, right? kinktober 2023
i... swear I've never written content like this, but I wanna join in on the October fun. ...i have no words for what i wrote.
Minors/Ageless blogs DNI — Thank you for reading ♡ 18+ ONLY!
The path to follow someone who has given him salvation, and enlighten his prior judgements. For what is beauty, one would ask the Aeons and none shall ever give back a response.
How he was given a chance to redeem his qualities, to show that he was useful, and to give his holy savior a more... devoted adoration. The [skin tone] hand was currently lifting his chin gently as if afraid he would break if you decided to pressure your grip. "You shouldn't be thinking about anything else except me, my knight." Argenti closed his eyes to savor the sweet feeling of your touch that was lowering even further to rest on his throat.
"I would never dare to think about anything but you, my lady." Uttered the red haired knight, to think he had been so consumed by your entire existence. The hand trails back up, your thumb pressed against his lips as you eased yourself lower to meet him half way. The half lidded eyes stare at his perfectly shaped lips, "Is that so?" The knight's breath hitched in his throat, unable to tear his eyes away from you.
Beautiful.
It was hard to not stare when you were the glimmering light in his heart. "I am your loyal knight." He could feel your breath on his lips, so close, and yet so far. Your other hand lifted to caress his cheek, a small smile upon your face. "My knight." His heart thumped, the shaky breath as he took all of his will to not press his lips against yours. That would be selfish of him, to force himself upon a beauty who has given the time to a lowly knight of himself. "I am yours, my lady." Argenti whispered, trembling as he was afraid that he would lose his self control.
Oh how close you were, a salvation that treated him with the most kindness you granted him. A beauty that he would lay his life down, an utmost follower of Idrila no doubt. "Argenti," The whispers of his name upon your lips felt like a sin, Argenti would admit it with shame. The alluring call of his name on the tip of your tongue, oh how he yearns to hear it repeat it over and over. "My beloved knight Argenti." You murmured, pressing against his lips to feel the heat between them escalate further and further. Lips moving against each other, if he wasn't good at controlling his feelings, he would be rushing against yours almost desperately— pleadingly even.
He wavered briefly, not wanting to ruin this moment as he continued to lean into your touch. The addicting temptation to give up his entire being for a chance. Argenti was obsessed with the mere thought of belonging to you solely on this fact alone, the sweet allure of your gentleness was enough to make him devote his pious affections. You examined the man dressed in armor, the man on his knees as he didn't want to pull away from your touch. How cruel of you to tear him away from his devoted self of Idrila's brilliance. Perhaps they would condemn you for stealing such a beloved knight who is now solely your possession. "Who do you belong to, my knight?" Argenti's pale green eyes peered up into your [e/c] ones.
"I am yours, everything and anything you want." He whispered, being granted to lay his head upon your lap as you gently caressed his hair with a smile on your face. Who was he to deny his existence solely made for you? Your thumb pressed into his mouth as he takes it willingly, his tongue sliding over the appendage as he sucks on it gently to show that he wanted it. "My knight is quite obedient... You seem to know what you want." You lightly teased, leaning down to press chaste kisses on his forehead. Argenti felt ashamed he wanted to be touched, wanting to be caressed shamelessly by his own savior, but how could he deny these feelings when they're so strong?
The curve of your lips edging into a devious smile, one of mischief with a hint of playfulness. "Tell me, how does my beloved knight show his affection?" Argenti understood that you wanted him to prove to you that he was able to please you... in more ways than one. Turning to face you, he felt his lips dry at the sight of you. Quite as stunning since the day you had saved him from the darkness and he vowed to serve you to repay this debt of gratitude which rather turned into an obsession he couldn't get rid of no matter how much he denied these feelings for weeks. Cupping your cheeks with his hands, gently peppering you in kisses that led up to your lips. The sweet sickly honey he could not rid of even if he dreamt these moments to happen again and again on replay.
He eased your body onto the soft material of your bedding, treating you as if you were to break had he not been too gentle. Devouring and consuming you was all he could think about, the taste of your lips and the sharp inhale whenever he would worship each part of your body with his bites. A claim. Argenti was claiming you righteously, he wanted to showcase you as his own. A knight with loyalties could only go so far, but when given a chance to devout his skills— a chance not many come to receive. "A-Argenti..." You stuttered his name, your toes curling as he drinks you with desire upon those green hues of his.
Argenti swooned, hearing you call his name repeatedly. He could tell that you enjoyed it, the way your fingers clutched the bedsheets while closing your eyes to enjoy the touch of his tongue penetrating the folds of your entrance. His tongue circled your clit, a mixture between sucking and kissing. The nectar of your release causes him to ascend in ecstasy, how grateful was he to attend this scenery? Sipping from the cavern of honor, he wondered how you could make such pretty little noises for him just from the touch of his tongue? "It's alright my lady, you're doing so good already..." He murmured sweetly, his chuckle vibrating between your legs— a ticklish feeling that left you a whiny pathetic mess.
"P-Please..." Oh aeons, how could you be so beautiful while pleading him? "Tell me what you want your beloved knight to do, lady [name]." The red haired knight whispered as his hot breath hit the core of your throbbing entrance. You bit your lips tightly, even your knight seems to be teasing you. "I—I need you, Argenti... I need you inside me..." The soft mewls of your yearning passion hit him with full force, "If that is what you wish for, my lady. I shall fulfill your desires." The set of bulky armor effortlessly falls off his body as he eases himself into you. Sinking into you fully as you try to take him as much as you tried. "It w—won't fit."
Argenti laughed quietly, the color of his green hues put you in a trance of how translucent and clear they were. "I'll make it fit, don't worry my lady. You're doing a good job already..." He kissed your tears away, the salty taste washed away as he could only focus on the feeling of being inside you. The wet walls glued to him so tightly, it hurt to even think about even moving, but it felt so damn good. "It's alright." He whispered, slowly moving along to help you ease into his touch.
"What a good girl..." Argenti praised, the blissful look on your face must have made him feel the need to push himself all the way in. The tip of shaft pressing into your cervix made you kiss your teeth. "Oh fuck!" He cursed, how could you be so good to him? Was it the way your legs were wrapped around him so prettily or the way you tugged his hair in a messy manner while crying out for him? Argenti never wanted this to end, not when he finally got to taste you. Low guttural groans indicated how he loved every inch of you sticking to him, so gooey.
You let out cries, loud or soft, he liked it regardless. All he has to do is just serve you, the lady, all your needs. He'll treat you the way you want to be treated. Like a princess? No problem. Like a lady who acts as if she deserves everything? Not an issue. You want to be desired? He'll make you feel wanted, just make sure not to provoke him too much! Argenti knows that you're doing these little things to make him feel angry. You want to hurt him? Do you think you're in any position to do that? Maybe you should be aware that no matter how manipulative you try to be, it can't compare to the super psycho love he has for you, hehe.
Pairings; Yandere Abyss!Aether x GN!Reader
[Attention — Doja Cat]
tw: obsessive aether, cruel aether, yandere themes, manipulative, possessiveness, dark, might've liked butchered names of regions or whatever, not proof read
a/n: idk probably post like once a month or not even a month, probably like once every few months, honestly i love abyss aether, image is mine!!
The most ordinary person in the world— At least that's what you liked to call yourself whenever you go out to travel to different regions in Teyvat. You never had much ambition other than wanting to try cool delicacies from either world known or unknown, meeting the famous troublemaking Alice, or even attempting to break into Celestia. Ah, pretend you didn't say anything about the last one— You've made a lot of trouble for the archons in the previous past centuries doing that.
You've met plenty of people on your travels, some even lasting an impression on you... Like this guy called 'Aether', you had ran into him and his companion 'Dainsleif'. The two were traveling to see this world, making it sound as if one of them didn't belong to this universe. Probably made sense, you didn't even come from this world either, but you never considered yourself a descender in this case. Teyvat's borders often grow weak so you occasionally come to help Alice out to strengthen and keep unwanted beings out of the world.
'Aether', he calls himself, was telling you a story about the different worlds he traversed with his sister. The way his eyes sparkled, the edge of his lips quirking up whenever he spoke about her. You could easily tell he loved her, but if he loved his sister, his only pair of his other half— Why was he not with her? "She's... sleeping." He muttered, the happy atmosphere grew cold. Ah, perhaps you touched a sore subject.
Dainsleif, his other companion, barely breathed a word or two. He's always staring at you. Does he think you'll pose a threat to them? You don't have any interest in Khaenrei'ahn people, it's not their fault Celestia decided to bombard their nation with the mistake of others. You fed the fire more dry wood, staring up at the stars that blessed the lonely nights. "So you can use elements without a 'vision'. That's interesting... I haven't seen that in a long time." You noted, seeing how he can manipulate different elements without having one power.
Of course, you were referring the time to be... long long ago, never anything in recent times. But you were just a normal traveler, weren't you? Aether was able to deduce that you were not any normal traveler, how could you possibly be ordinary average on the mill type of NPC? You were well aware he was suspicious along with his companion, but you've never laid a hand on them or led them anywhere that would pose them a sticky situation. Although... Aether orbited around you like a planet in the solar system.
Sure the two of them got used to you traveling with them just temporarily, but Aether wondered if you would ever leave them to go back doing whatever you were up to. The three of you would chat about the stars and what other random things the three of you noticed on the journey. "Ah, little spirits. Mmm, they used to hide every time I traveled here with a friend." You weren't gonna mention Alice considering she tried to take them or bomb the rainforest for illogical reasons above and beyond. "You have been here before?" Aether inquired, curious to why you seem familiar with navigating through this thick rainforest.
You nodded, waving a little 'hello' to the Aranaras that peeked out curiously— not to mention a familiar face, but a strange new friend with golden hair as bright as the sun caught their attention. "Look, look it is Nara [name]! Did Nara [name] come with red Nara?" A small green body waddles towards you, its face permanently etched into a smile with a red scarf on it's neck. "Hello Arama." You picked up the tiny creature despite its protests in being carried. "I didn't come with red Nara this time, instead I brought a new friend."
Aether awkwardly glanced between the little vegetable creatures and you with a strange look in his eyes. "...What are they, [name]?" Arama looked up at him, staring without a blink in his dot like eyes. "Golden Nara is confused by Nara [name]. Did Nara [name] not explain?" You shook your head, confirming Arama's question as Aether continued to contemplate if this was real. "This is Arama, he's an Aranara." The weird look was enough to tell you that this boy really had trouble understanding.
"They're children of the previous dendro archon." You hoped that was kind of better in explaining it at least. "...I see." You were probably wrong. "And what is a 'Nara', specifically?" Oh boy, this guy was going to get an info dump or something from you. "Nara is a Nara. Arama, it seems Golden Nara is confused on the language of Aranara." You teased by making it even more difficult for Aether to comprehend this behavior. The longer Aether spent time with you, the reluctant he was to part with you when he knew things weren't as it seemed.
You didn't question it when Dainsleif stopped traveling with the two of you which ended your trio traversing across the regions. You didn't even question it when he woke up screaming at night, crying in tears, wondering when he would reunite with his sister and leave this forsaken place. You didn't question anything and only comforted him. He was selfish, he didn't want you to leave him anytime soon. "[name], what do you think about staying by my side?" He once asked, finally able to ask the question he harbored in his heart for the longest of times.
You thought about it, or perhaps you didn't think much about his meaning. Aether felt guilty, but he knew he wanted someone by his side that could comfort him and his empty heart. Console him, feed him lies that things were going to be okay, and keep him company despite being out of his league. "I don't know exactly if I can stay forever." You were really thinking hard about this, you knew for the fact alone that Aether wasn't a normal mortal, but Teyvat's borders often grow weak so Alice relies on you to help her keep them protected while she fixes up the seals.
Aether, however, misinterpreted it wrong and believed that you still had an end goal somewhere out there and you would leave him eventually. What if you had a lover back waiting for you? He definitely wouldn't let you go! "[name], tell me more about yourself." He finds it endearing to hear you talk about your travels, but he still doesn't know a single thing about you other than your name. "Hmm..." You had to be sure you didn't divulge outside secrets, that dumb floating island nearly dropped a nail on you before in Sal Vindagnor. "Eh... Like what for example?"
Your blonde companion stared into your [e/c] eyes, making you feel a little weirded out by his intense look. "Erm.. Is there something on my face?" You tried to jest as he didn't say anything other than stuck to staring at you. "[name], what do you think of me? An honest answer." Aether spoke up, finally breaking the silence between you both. You could tell the look in his eyes were anything, but kind. There was something going on and you should leave, shouldn't you? "You're a great traveling companion." Aether tensed up, disliking your response as he sighed and turned his back to sleep in the tent.
The adventures in Sumeru was fun, interacting with the Aranaras always made you wonder if they've forgotten you again so you always make sure to visit and play the familiar tune they're aware of. You weren't sure where things went wrong with Aether, but it might have been the part where the three of you were standing in front of it. You weren't sure what it was, but from how this 'Eide' person was bowing to it so reverently, it didn't seem like any good news. You had many chances to run, every single thoughts and bones in your body telling you to get out of there. This was nothing you should interfere with, this world was not yours to handle matters. "We need to leave—"
Aether was staring at it as if he was in a trance, but you could not fathom what was going on with them. "Aether?" You hesitantly called, unsure if he was alright at all. Why didn't you do something about this place back then? Why didn't you see the signs when Aether got clingier than normal? Restricting you from going to places, guilting you, and reminding you that he was all he had left since his sister was nowhere with him. The truth of this revelation was a horrible truth, but it was better than a beautiful lie. Maybe that's why you wouldn't be sitting in the empty dark abyss, the corrosion slowly eating away your sanity as Aether— No, the Prince was inflicting you with.
How long have you been here, chained for? "[name]..." Aether whispered lovingly, the mad obsession of the person of his dreams has finally been received when he made that selfish desire from that place back then. "You'll never leave me, [name]." He pressed his forehead against yours, caressing your cheek with adoration. Leaving would not be possible unless someone was foolish or brave enough to break into this darkness to save you. Alice has tried multiple times in saving you, or at least trying to contact you, but what Aether said made her stop. She couldn't exactly destroy her daughter's friends' brother. "I love you so much." The man inhaled your scent, enjoying the sweet smell of your misery.
Lifting your chin gently to steal another kiss without your permission, he smiles happily. You were the only thing that shed light on his conquest for revenge. You couldn't think of possibly leaving him right? Right?? His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you on his lap as he sat on his throne. His face buried into the crook of your neck to inhale your scent— Oh god, your scent. Aether couldn't get enough of you even if he were to make you his significant other. If Lumine were to see her brother, she wouldn't accept this from him. How could he? Who was he to act like some maniac obsessed?
"Give it to me, [name]." He murmured, pulling away as the saliva between your lips and his disconnected. "Surrender yourself, don't make this any harder than it is for you." Purposefully amplifying the powers of the corrosive abyss that he inflicted upon you, causing you to tremble, and close your eyes in pain. "I adore you, my beloved." Aether meant what he said as he did set a whole marriage ceremony, although he skipped a few procedures, and took you straight to the bed. No matter how much you struggle and lament your fate, this is what the sick obsession the abyssal Prince has desired for years, perhaps even decades. The slow agonizing ability of the abyss eating away your sanity.
pairings; Caelus x fem!reader
[Shameless — Camila Cabello]
tw: playful caelus, slight suggestive content, since when would i ever make a nice yandere?, yandere themes, mentions of nsfw themes, villain caelus, mentions of alcohol (drinking habits huh), get angst'd. Also short, not proof read.
imagine caelus, but he wasn't with the Astral Express, what if he was apart of the Stellaron Hunters? And you, in the place as a trailblazer? I can imagine a villainous Caelus, but can you?
Another day, another mission that leaves you stressed out enough to go drink again. March thinks your drinking problem is out of hand, but you've just been in out of too many stressful missions that leave you wondering if you liked what you did. Did you leave your world, your family, and the people you adored— For a chance to adventure around for the fuck of it? Yeah. You did. And when you came back after a year, that world doesn't exist anymore.
So how could you not feel terrible? Ridden with guilt? The people who loved you, no longer you could see them anymore. You wanted to stay and figure out what happened, but there aren't any signs of a semblance that can even be considered as a clue to help you. So you numbed it— drinking, sleeping, eating less than you shouldn't be doing. Himeko has tried to keep your spirit up, but even she knows that each second seems like she's losing you to the deep end. Welt had seen you practically grow up under his tutoring, but to see you losing yourself, hasn't he made attempts to let you grieve in silence?
Dan Heng has given some thought about it, letting you sit in his room and quietly think to yourself as he worked on the data bank as usual. Sometimes he would let you sleep on his shoulder or pat your head gently, making sure that you still had them right by your side. It's not really much, so you've spent a lot of your days outside of your room on the Express, at the bars often. Drinking, watching people ignorantly going around grinding against each other, and rare occasional fights. You wanted a distraction, something... that you could take your mind off of your world's destruction.
It was a perfect decision, would you regret it? No, maybe, depends on who it was. You felt someone shift into the seat next to you, ordering a drink. Lifting your eyelids half open, you recognized the man next to you— A Stellaron hunter who was usually seen with those trio. "You don't look so well... Bad day?" What was his name? You couldn't remember, how many drinks have you had anyways? "...None of your business." He chuckled, running his light skinned hand through his messy wet locks. "Aw, c'mon. Surely you can tell me what's on your mind... Maybe I can help you take your... thoughts off of it." He murmured quietly, his amber eyes staring down to meet your half sober [e/c] hues.
"..." You shifted in your seat, turning your head the other way to ignore the Stellaron Hunter. "Well that's expected, Astral Express people are just so cold." The Stellaron Hunter emphasized in mock hurt, him placing a hand on his chest as he slung an arm around your shoulders. "Look here... I'm looking for a distraction and so are you... Why not let us distract each other?" His name was on the tip of your tongue, what seriously was it?! His lips touched the outer shell of your ear, tempting you to give in, to fall under his temptation— his offering.
He was offering you something you were both looking for. It was tempting of course, you needed one so badly. How could you pass it up? But it's a Stellaron Hunter for gods' sake. "We both could use it..." His hot breath settled into the crook of your neck, reminding you that the two of you didn't have all day to sit in an unknown bar to think about when the two of you would get intimacy. You turned around, sliding your arms around his torso. "You make a hard bargain... C'mon then, show me your skills... Give me what we both desire..." The gray haired Stellaron Hunter chuckled, his chest rumbling as he leaned in closely that both of your lips were nearly touching.
"How can I refuse a lovely offer?"
He sweeps you off your feet, carrying you out of the bar, and into some room that probably wasn't occupied by anyone. In no time, the two of you went for a kiss, roughly searching for the relief either party is looking for different reasons alone. You, you wanted a distraction due to your world no longer existing— as for the Stellaron Hunter, he wanted a way to destress since these missions keep on getting difficult each time. "You look so good like this... Responding to me so perfectly.." The gray haired Stellaron Hunter growled, his hands clutched under your thighs without adding too much pressure on them.
"...Caelus..." You finally remembered his name, the Stellaron Hunter you recalled seeing on the many occasions without a word. You've never really paid attention to him, but now that you were in such a intimate position— It was hard to not know anything about the Stellaron Hunter when he's up this close. Caelus hummed in response, acknowledging your call upon his name. Wincing as he nipped at your lips, playfully tugging your bottom lip with a grin on his face. "Say it again for me, darling..." He muttered, fighting the urge to just rush to the end, and eventually take you as his own.
You see, Caelus knew right away who you were in the bar. It's the entire reason he approached you in the first place. Why the excuse of looking for a distraction was just a way to get you to consent into his touch. Yeah, so what if he had seen you several times. His eyes couldn't ever be taken off of you. You basically exude charm despite wanting to be the side character. Caelus wanted a taste of you regardless of what you said, but this was a perfect opportunity to show the sensation you make him feel constantly late at nights. "Tasty... Like sugar... [name]." Caelus' kisses trailed down lower and lower until you were gasping and whining.
"Tell me how much you want it, [name]." Caelus would mess with you, wanting you to beg him to give you the pleasure you desired. The distraction you oh-so wanted for a lifetime. "C—Caelus...!" You yelped, his bites were treading on sensitive areas that gave no room of discussion of where you should and shouldn't be marked. "Just relax..." He murmured gently, "I'll give you a night we can remember." Hooking his arms under your legs, he lifted you in order for him to sink so deliciously into your constant whines and moans.
Your fingers tugged his hair impatiently, lips locked in passion as the night went on. His touch was hypnotic, alluring, all the things above— gods forbid he was an addiction. Your taste, every essence, your every being was everything to him. All for him. He would show it all in this night, every night forward of how much you mean so much to him.
"Show me you're shameless..."
a/n: i finally did all the top 3. ok maybe i favor one of them more than the others but like... pls everyone has their favorites no?
[Pairings; Yandere!Neuvillette x oceanid!fem!reader]
[Seven — Jungkook]
honestly, idc about what anyone says about this man. hes gorgeous. even if he has the albedo affect on his hair, he's fucking gorgeous.
tw: teasing, reader is pretty naive/innocent, mentions of nsfw themes, dubcon (if you squint) (i was going to make it without the yandere, but that wouldn't be my content then), l yandere themes, he likes it how you fit him well so, say goodbye to your legs you won't be needing them when you're with him, possessiveness, manipulative, pls i dont know if these french terms are even right but bear with me :T, not proof read, also short, IMAGE IS MINE.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT; I HAVE WARNED YOU.
You were probably the bravest and the boldest out of your many other kin who have long gone fled Fontaine in an excuse of self imposed exile. The youngest of your kin have even fled longer while you stayed back, way too attached to leave the home you have grown up in for the longest of times. You believed that justice will still never fail to prevail even with the new archon taking up the mantle. Although each passing tells you a tale differently as you begin to lose hope in this drowned lifeless city. Occasionally you've passed your time by talking to the children of Fontaine and as they grew older to believe you as an imaginary friend, seeing it would do no good for them to cling to you once they're older.
Humans have always lived a short life, therefore it made sense you never got close to them. You were afraid of what you might do if you ever get attached. You didn't think that one kid you spoke to several times ended up growing up as a tall handsome man with so much fucking power over Fontaine. You lived far from the city of Fontaine, you had your own personal little island that belonged to you, but uh... How did this strange man find you? You never really came to the city that often, only coming to some far beach way far from your own home to play with the kids. You did not recognize that child, the one would often come waiting for you at the beach. He waited for you every day to come visit him, but you never came.
So it's fair enough he has to come to you right?
Why is there a strange man in your home island? With a bunch of human guards too? What do they want? "Um... Can I help you...?" His gaze softens slightly, he recalls the beauty in you since he has lived for quite the longest of times. Growing up, being a descendant of a water dragon that holds so much power— he never had anyone he could call a 'friend'. Although now that he grew up, understanding the means of a special somebody... That kind of 'friend' he adored ended up turning into something horrifying.
Something that a friend would never look at another friend like that. You don't seem to remember him either, were all supernatural creatures like you were like that? He could not shed his cordiality though, his fondness to you is not acceptable to the other humans. Neuvillette was a cunning man, even though his face didn't show many emotions to take note of, he was a very obsessive man down to the very bones of his dragon like state. "You are under the arrest," He starts off with a lie, planting all these random false accusations on your head as you stare at him confused even more.
"How can you arrest me, when I am not a citizen that lives in the city?" You sunk back into the water, still in your humanoid form although you were certainly thinking about shifting to your Oceanid form. Maybe you should have accepted Idyia's offer into going to Sumeru, but where would you have settled? "Silence. You are forbidden to speak while we arrest you." Neuvillette felt guilty he was just tearing you out of your own home, minding your own goddamn business. The Chief Justice could not wait to sink his teeth in you though, he had dreamt many nights hoping to seek the urge to quell his slumbering beast inside him.
Neuvillette directs the guardes to capture you, he longed to hold you in his arms for the longest of time. You warily watched them approach you with their arms in position to grab you. You were nope-ing the fuck out of here. You turned away and dived underwater, quickly taking advantage of the oceanic environment to further gap between you and the humans. It's similar to flying, but you were in the water as an elemental being who believed you would not be able to get captured. Well, at least that's what you believed until a tug on your ankle nearly got you crying in shock.
You turned around to see the same man gripping your ankle tightly, using his draconic strength to yank you to him. "Let go!" You thrashed, trying to kick him off of your leg as he pulled you without so much of breaking a sweat. All the way until he could tightly hold you against his chest. "I finally have you." He murmured right besides your ear, sending you shivers up your skin. "Look— I don't know who you are, but I need you to let go of me!" Neuvillette chuckled, his laughter vibrating against you, a tingly feeling that made you uncomfortable. "Not a chance, ma chérie."
Shifting into your Oceanid form, you made another attempt to slip out of his arms as he stops you before you could make a clean get-a-way from him. Stopping you wasn't anything hard, he was in his own domain of an element. Hydro exists solely under his manipulation, if that is the case, wouldn't it make sense for you to be under his control? Taking you into his arms, he brings you back to the surface while leading his personal gardes to 'escort' you back to prison. Once you wake up, you will understand that life will start to get hard for you in the end.
Feeling hot as you begin to wake up, you would never feel hot which is strange. Why do you feel hot, sticky, and exhausted as if the life has been drained from you? Your eyes squint open to take in the sight around you, where were you? This wasn't your home? Who... And how? Your eyes settled on the door being the only exit as you stood up and walked towards it. Only to be stopped by a hydro-looking rope that wrapped around your wrists. Your legs wobbled too, it hurt to even stand up much less take a walk. "Urgh..." You groaned in pain, sinking back on the bed you woke up in.
Looking down in hopes you would find the source of your pain, you paused. There was something white pooling between your legs, what was this...? "I was beginning to wonder when you would wake up, ma moitié." The door opened to reveal the same man who took you from your home as you had many questions running through your mind. Why did he take you? What did he want from you? You were just an Oceanid minding your own business after the others have long gone fled from this nation. He comes over, lifting your chin gently, his light colored hues scanning you with a satisfied smirk on his face.
"You look absolutely ravishing..." His voice lowered, the smooth husky tone felt uncomfortable to hear. "Je t’aime, mon amour..." You recognized a few words, but you could never fully understand Fontaine's human language other than the common language in Teyvat. "J’ai envie de toi." With those words, he closed the gap between the two of you— holding the back of your neck to forcibly lock lips with him. His tongue taking the advantage of your weaken state to explore, finding that your cute little reactions aroused him even more. "Keep struggling, ma chérie... I won't be so nice to you than I am already." He growled, tilting your chin up even more to deepen the kiss.
You could feel it poking at you. What is that? Why was it so close to you? "...Tu est belle, [name]." How did he know your name? "You fit me so well..." How much fucking research had he done just to scare the hell out of you? Your lips parted to ask him about it, yet never able to find the words as Neuvillette grunts in ecstasy. His low groans as he huffs, wanting you to relax the grip you have on him. The Chief Justice plants kisses on your neck, hoping you could relax your hold as he desired to make love to you.
"How... How do you know me?" You managed to whimper out, mewling in protest as Neuvillette grips your hips. "It doesn't matter how I know you. You wouldn't even remember if I told you, mon amour." Neuvillette instead chuckles, the rest of his words ringing through your ears as you braced yourself for the impact of his words made you dread any future you once thought you had. "Instead I will slowly remind you in another way..." You huffed, crying out in pain as he sinks further into you. Oh gods, why does it feel strangely good and yet so painful?
"Seven days a week is enough to get you to remember, ma chérie."
ma chérie - my dear/sweetheart
ma moitié - my significant other/half
Jie t'aime, mon amour - I love you, my love
J'ai envie de toi - I want you
I was going to go 'explicit', but then I realized how do I describe that because I ain't never done that before.
What about self aware honkai star rail characters reactions to reader who after getting blade saved up for Kafka and got everything to max her out but lost the 50/50 to Luka and actually cries (this happened to me and I'm trying to cope)
tw; self aware kafka & luka, me prolly dissing luka
wow you're prolly like the 2nd person to ever suggest anything, but i like this self aware hsr these days so ask (expand ideas) and one shall receive.
honestly im ngl; kafka seeing how much you spent and save for her only to lose to some boxer from an underground city that she had never once heard of. kafka would try her best to console you through the story quest, feeding you the attention you deserve because she knew you spent a lot of time and effort to get her and bladie. if she could, she would ask silver wolf to hack the system just to pull some strings and make you smile.
Luka was happy you got him, but why are you so disappointed in seeing him? wasnt he a new character? a handsome red haired fighter? i mean sure, he cant compare to a mommy like figure like Kafka who would beat him with just a lift of her pinky. Luka would have believed those tears were for him because he spent through a lot of data programming to cater people's attention.
you're not satisfied with him? well that sucks, maybe he should just show up in all your pulls the next time he comes through the other banners. maybe— okay maybe he shouldnt be so petty. the game is still new, he wouldnt wanna be hated by you after all. and its not his fault that he just happened to fall in your pulls... kafka gave him bad vibes, he doesn't want to be in the same void as her at all. if he could swap places with Kafka, he would do it just to see you smile even if it wasnt for him.
what ifs/imagines; sahsr know theyre in a game & that you're the player, but what you don't know is that they probably might be annoyed over the fact that these new players keep treating them like this.
[jing yuan, kafka, dan heng, blade, welt, trailblazer]
ok but like what if you're in the middle of a quest or you know one of those quests where you might have skipped through the dialogue and you have no idea what's going on? so you would probably go back to the same person to make them repeat again and again until you actually got the gist of it.
can you imagine those character's irritation if they were just so self aware about this issue? like they know it's a fucking game, but why is it so annoying to make them repeat the same set of answers everyday, the same dialogue, and the same nonsense they were programmed to?
like you know how the beginning quests of every main story, you can't technically make them repeat it but in normal world quests you kinda can?
for example if this was a self aware for any game, but i'm mainly speaking about hsr and genshin atm— can you imagine you talking to dan heng repeatedly about the data bank and him just wondering how many times is he going to say this? or when you go into their voice lines and having them repeat a single set of sentence thats been programmed into their data?
or older characters who feel annoyed or exhausted having to repeat the same line just for the gigantic fanbase they have. let's say jing yuan for example; everybody adores the lazy general and his giant lightning spear. but what people dont understand is that his voicelines gets lower and lower each time you make him repeat a line like.. his heavy sigh as you get him to say "I have been bound to mundane duties for years... So not only do I not find no fun in my surroundings, but I'm becoming a rather boring person."
you probably might not even see him giving you a dirty look as you scrolled through the many voice lines he has been programmed with. Leave the poor old general alone, give his back and voice a break. Good thing their actions are only limited in a game, you'd probably die if they saw your history on the internet of what you read... If Jing Yuan feels like this, how about Kafka who just got released? She feels that she's letting more out of the bag than what she wants due to the programming of her files incorporated into her. Blade probably feels the same, he's just THAT type of guy to not really talk, but the voice lines keep getting him to talk.
That's why he just sounds grumpy and annoyed whenever he 'talks'. or how about the times you make them stand there for like hours in battle when its clearly been their turn?! Tingyun trying to stretch her legs out as she complains, "We were supposed to attack! (yesterday)" if you had her in your team. Or the trailblazers, whatever gender you chose; "Who's next?" As they stand there awkwardly in either their skill or regular hit form or swinging the weapon over their shoulders as you used their burst but cant choose.
or welt who's probably tapping his foot while waiting for you to make your decision because time cant freeze forever. hello?? you're in battle! you could probably put jing yuan to sleep with how much time you're biding if you leave them on afk during a battle. even if you auto play, it feels so slow as you put it on 2x speed. they probably would have finished this battle without this rigid programming on them. seriously. do better.
a/n: i thought of this while accidentally spamming dialogue for yukong's companion quest. i made jing yuan talk to me like 4 times and i wondered why this dialogue took so damn long since i kept giving him the same item to him.
