Yandere Venti being jealous of Zhongli because Darling is in love with him and him only see Venti as "cute" and "adorable" see's Venti as a little brother not at all she's attracted Darling is simply memorized by Zhongli ((who could blame her))
Who could?? I couldn't 😌
Shout out to my bestie for keeping me motivated!
⚠WARNING⚠:Yandere tendacies, non-con, unprotected sex
The warm breeze of Mondstadt’s early spring filled the air, carrying the delicate aroma of blooming dandelions. You stood at the edge of Windrise, the towering oak tree casting a playful shadow over your figure. Venti sat perched on one of its sprawling roots, his lyre resting lazily in his lap. The soft hum of a tune died on his lips as you spoke, your voice tinged with excitement.
“Zhongli is incredible, don’t you think? He has this timeless wisdom... and the way he speaks—it’s like poetry in motion.” You smiled, your eyes distant as though picturing the Liyue Archon right there before you.
Venti’s fingers froze mid-strum. His usually carefree expression faltered for just a moment, but you didn’t notice.
“Ah, yes,” he said, forcing a laugh that came out a little too light. “Old man Zhongli... He certainly has a way with words. Probably from all those centuries of rehearsing.”
You chuckled, taking his comment as harmless jest. “Dont be so mean,” you replied, playfully nudging him. “Besides, I find his company really comforting—like he understands things on a deeper level.”
Something in Venti’s gaze shifted, the glimmer of mischief fading into something darker. He tilted his head, the playful breeze that always seemed to follow him growing still. “And what about my company?” he asked, his voice softer now.
You blinked, turning to look at him properly. “Yours?”
“Yes,” he said, his teal eyes locking onto yours. There was something unnervingly intense about his stare, like he was trying to read every thought in your mind. “Do you find my company comforting?”
“Of course I do,” you replied, brushing it off with a smile. “But it’s different. You’re like a little brother to me, Venti. I know I can always count on you to make me laugh when I’m feeling down.”
The words landed like shards of glass. Venti’s smile remained, but his grip on the lyre tightened until his knuckles turned white. A little brother.
The breeze stirred again, colder this time, wrapping around you like a warning. Venti’s voice was light as he said, “I see. It’s good to know how you see me, Y/N.”
There was something unnerving in the way he said your name, the casual affection you were so used to tinged with something sharper. But before you could reply, he sprang to his feet, his cheerful façade slipping back into place.
“Well then! Shall we return to Mondstadt?” He beamed, slinging the lyre over his back. “The taverns won’t empty themselves!”
You hesitated but nodded, brushing off the odd tension as nothing more than your imagination. Yet, as you walked ahead, Venti lingered behind, his gaze fixed on you with a mix of longing and possessiveness.
‘..She likes Zhongli..’ the thought repeated in his mind like a haunting melody. His carefree smile faltered for a moment, replaced by a shadowed scowl. But that’s okay... I’ll show her just how much better I can be.
As you and him returned to the town of Mondstadt he wanted to show you something ‘special’ making you laugh “oh? Sure what do you got in mind?” He would only giggle as he lead you to and up the statue of his, making you nervous since it is high up.
It was when you wasn't looking he approched, just as quick and quiet as the wind
“You love me right Y/N?” He asked sweetly before pushing you on your back against the hands of the statue, making your race race as he pine you down.
"Baby, I’d play my lyre until my fingers bled if it made you smile. Now, tell me—would you bleed for me?" He spoke in such a sweet tone as if this was a romantic evening yet it was far from it. He didn't wait for you to answer
“of course you would, my windblume, precious Y/N..no more speak of that.. Old lizard” still stinging at his heart
"Why let his name linger on your lips, my windblume? Am I not the only melody you need to sing?" His free hand downs while the other held your wrists as you struggled
“Venti- what-” “shhh don't speak, I'm the archon here~” with that you felt your lips become dry and couldn't speak as if he commanded your voice to be taken.
His soft but cold hand pulls and rips at your clothing, discarding them on an unsuspecting mondstadter walking late night.
His thumb rolls over her nipples wanting them to perk up, a sick but sly smile plays on his lips “so soft.. And so sweet too, as I expect from my windblume~” his lips connect with your breast, licking and swirling his tongue around it before biting it making you squirm.
Slowly his hand made its way down to your pussy, feeling and rubbing the slit, wanting to create more slick, after all it'll be harsh to go in dry.
“Go on my windblume, show me how much you love me~” pulling his already hardened and twitching cock out he rubbed it against her growing slick, making the head occasionally pop in before slipping back out with a slight whimper, he couldn't help himself he's been dreaming of this. As he presses the tip against your wet hole you squirm and try to speak but nothing comes out as he giggles
“Too late~” before pushing into you, pushing all the way to his hips, savoring the feeling with a beautiful moan he starts to rock his hips. As his hips start to buck faster you could see his elemental marks glow as he couldn't help but drool.
"Please, my windblume, say it—say you love me. I need to hear it, need to feel it. Tell me I’m the only one in your heart, or I might just break without you." He pants and moans out as he held your wrists with a tight grip, for getting his spell he out on, it didn't matter, he couldn't hold back his ‘love's for you, his cock twitching delightfully before gushing cum into your womb, his hips stayed against yours as he held you in a loving embrace, whispering bittersweet promises to you
“Even if the winds carry you far, I’ll follow, no matter where you go. Even if it hurts us both, I’ll never let you go."
I was wondering if you could do a part 2 or another Invader Zim oneshot or more headcanons. Only if you want to though!!
Ofc! 🥰 I'll do some headcanons this time❤
With the encouragement of my bestie I thought some up! @hitomisuzuya
⚠WARNING⚠: pregnancy and birth
Discovery and Early Reactions:
Confusion and Pride:
When Zim first realizes you're is pregnant, he might initially be baffled, even skeptical, as Irkens don’t usually reproduce in the same way. However, once he accepts it, he would be immensely proud, convinced his offspring will be the most superior smeet to ever exist.
Over-the-Top Protection:
Zim takes “protective” to a new level. He creates a series of bizarre gadgets designed to monitor the reader’s health 24/7, though they’re often uncomfortable or impractical. He insists on monitoring every little change, always declaring, “Your body must be in peak condition to produce the ultimate smeet!”
Clumsy Affection:
Despite his usual intensity, Zim tries to show small moments of gentleness, which are new for him. He’ll bring you strange Irken "snacks" he thinks are nutritious and will hover, awkwardly patting their head or shoulder to show he cares.
Preparing for the Birth:
Bizarre Nursery Set-Up:
Zim insists on building the perfect environment for their smeet, filling it with strange Irken technology and gadgets designed for optimal “growth and supremacy.” He even tries to make a “conqueror's crib,” filled with oddly shaped toys that resemble weapons, thinking it’ll prepare the smeet for a powerful future.
Irken "Rituals":
Zim talks about mysterious Irken rituals (which may or may not be real🤨) that are supposed to bring strength and resilience to smeets. He tries to adapt these rituals for you, such as making her chant Irken phrases or wear specific colors he claims have “cosmic significance.”
Obsession with Training:
Even before the smeet arrives, Zim speaks to your belly about their child’s future in conquest and Irken greatness, trying to give the smeet a “head start” in Irken knowledge, which might actually involve him ranting about the basics of invasion and tactics.
During the Pregnancy:
Constant Check-Ins and Worry:
Zim insists on checking in constantly, often in the most inconvenient ways. He’ll zap in out of nowhere, demanding updates on how the “human incubation process” is going, occasionally fussing over things he doesn’t understand but insists on controlling anyway.
Mood Swings and Patience Tests:
Zim is unused to human emotions and struggles to understand your mood swings. He tries to help but occasionally slips up, saying things like, “Stop your nonsensical crying, human! You’re growing an unstoppable warrior!” He ultimately tries to be patient, though his methods are often clumsy.
The Birth:
Over-the-Top Birth Plan:
Zim creates an entire “operation plan” for your labor, involving dramatic entrances, lasers, and Irken technology he insists will “ensure victory in birthing!” However, most of it is impractical, and when the moment arrives, he has to abandon his plans and just be there.
Unexpected Softness:
As their smeet arrives, Zim might find himself unexpectedly overwhelmed with emotions he’s never felt. He stares at his tiny offspring with wide eyes, not fully understanding his reaction but feeling an instinct to protect this little being.
Adjusting to Fatherhood:
Zim tries to teach their smeet the ways of Irken glory from day one, but he’s occasionally gentle in his own way. He awkwardly holds his smeet close, talking to them about “conquering inferior worlds” and bonding with his offspring in his own intense, proud way.
Zim skulked around his laboratory, his large, crimson eyes narrowed as he scanned his control panel with a devious focus. A recent wave of human interactions had sparked a new curiosity in him: “pairing” was something entirely foreign to Irkens. They were made for conquest and war, with no distractions or attachments. And yet, he saw it in humans everywhere—such bonds, so distractingly nonsensical, so… intriguing. How had these Earthlings managed to thrive with so much… emotion?
And then there was you.
Zim had observed you with interest, though you were quite unlike that Dib human with his ridiculous obsession with proving Zim’s “alien-ness.” No, you were different. Your fascination with extraterrestrial life was genuine, without that irritating need to capture or expose. It was peculiar, almost foolishly open-minded… but it had given him an idea.
“Gir!” Zim called out, his voice sharp but with a hint of excitement. Gir appeared out of nowhere, somersaulting into view with his usual enthusiasm.
“Yes, my lord?” Gir squeaked, holding a taco he’d somehow acquired without leaving the base.
“Prepare the ship!” Zim declared, his eyes gleaming. “We have a mission of… abduction!”
Gir’s eyes sparkled. “Ooooh! Abduction! Who we grabbin’, Zim? Is it the big-headed boy?” he asked, bouncing up and down.
“No, no, no!” Zim scowled, gesturing wildly. “This human isn’t a pest like Dib! This one… this one actually seems to like aliens!” He hissed the last word as if it were the strangest revelation in the world.
Gir gasped, his eyes widening. “They like aliens?” He threw his arms around Zim in excitement. “Yay, new friend!”
Zim pushed him off, huffing in irritation but unable to hide a smirk. “Yes, yes! Now, enough hugs! We must do this with precision and stealth!” He climbed into his tiny spaceship, Gir clambering in beside him, still clutching his taco and humming with glee.
Moments later, you were standing in your room, stargazing through your window, unaware of the ship descending toward your neighborhood. You’d always loved the idea of life beyond Earth, imagining what otherworldly beings might be like. But as Zim’s ship hovered silently above your house, you would soon realize that reality was much stranger than anything you could have imagined.
Before you knew it, a soft green light engulfed you, lifting you gently off your feet. Your heart raced, a mix of terror and excitement flooding your senses. This was it! A real alien abduction!
As you ascended toward the ship, you could just make out a tiny green figure with large, bug-like eyes and a big, gleeful smile—accompanied by an even smaller robot in a dog costume, waving excitedly at you.
“Welcome, human!” Zim announced triumphantly, his voice echoing dramatically. “You are now in the presence of ZIM! Fear not! I have no intentions of dissecting you… yet!”
Gir skipped around you, giggling uncontrollably. “Hi! Do you like tacos? Can we be best friends?”
Zim groaned. “Gir, compose yourself! We have a mission of SCIENCE!” But he couldn’t help glancing at you with curiosity, taking in your surprised but delighted expression. Humans were strange indeed—but maybe, just maybe, this one would help him understand them.
The base was strangely quiet as Zim guided you into a sterile-looking room, dimly lit by a few screens blinking erratically on the walls. He moved with an almost uncharacteristic calm, but his crimson eyes were alight with that manic curiosity that you’d seen in him before.
“Sit there, human,” he commanded, gesturing toward a peculiar-looking chair. You hesitated, noting the odd assortment of machinery surrounding it, each piece connected to the chair by tangles of wires. Zim’s expression held an unsettling intensity as he fussed with a few dials, muttering to himself, “Fascinating… so very odd, these humans…”
When he glanced back at you, his tone softened, though his voice still carried a slightly condescending lilt. “You should be honored, human! You are about to assist ZIM in unlocking the mystery of human ‘pairing’… and whatever purpose it may serve.”
He leaned in, examining you with those unnervingly bright eyes, his face far too close for comfort. “Humans are curious creatures… forming attachments for no strategic purpose, no tactical advantage,” he said, as if the concept itself was a foreign toxin. “And yet—there is something to it, isn’t there? These attachments… these connections you cling to.”
The alien strapped an odd, dome-shaped helmet over your head, wires dangling from its sides, some with tiny electrodes that pressed lightly against your temples. As he adjusted the helmet, he continued his monologue, almost to himself. “You Earthlings cling to each other, not because you are forced to… but because you want to. And I, the all-powerful Zim, intend to understand it.”
He adjusted a monitor beside the chair, the screen casting a soft glow over his face. “Prepare yourself, human! Zim shall now probe the depths of your mind.” His words would’ve sounded threatening if it weren’t for the strange fascination in his voice, as though he himself was teetering on the edge of some grand revelation he didn’t quite grasp.
With a flick of his clawed finger, Zim activated the machine. You felt a soft hum, a gentle pulsing of light from the monitor. The screen before him began to flash images—scenes of people embracing, holding hands, sharing close moments. As each image blinked by, Zim’s expression shifted from smug triumph to bewilderment.
“These… interactions…” he muttered, eyes narrowing. “Why would a creature seek such vulnerability? Why rely on… on another for comfort?” He practically spat the word, as if he couldn’t comprehend its meaning, and yet… something in his expression softened. His gaze flicked from the screen to you, eyes probing, intense. “Explain it to me,” he demanded, though his voice was quieter than before. “Why does your kind… choose this?”
The screen continued its cascade of images, and for a fleeting moment, Zim’s façade of unbreakable ego faltered. You could see the alien’s frustration—yet also a trace of reluctant curiosity, as if something in him was drawn to this strange phenomenon, against his own programming.
To make the setting feel more intimate while keeping Zim in character, you could gradually shift the focus from his cold, clinical approach to something that intrigues him on a more personal level. This builds tension naturally, as Zim becomes less of an “alien scientist” and more genuinely curious about you as an individual. Here’s how you could make that transition:
Zim stared at the screen, silent, as images of human intimacy—hands interlocking, gentle touches, close gazes—flashed across it. His intense eyes flicked back and forth, analyzing each scene with a growing sense of perplexity and, perhaps, the slightest hint of intrigue. For a few moments, he was still, deep in thought.
Then, as if reaching some decision, he abruptly turned the machine off. The room fell into a quiet hum, leaving only the faint glow of the monitor lighting the space between you.
Zim’s gaze shifted to you, his eyes a little softer, though still guarded. He spoke, his voice lower, more thoughtful than before. “These attachments…” he began, his usual confidence giving way to something almost hesitant, “are all a… choice? A decision you make?”
You nodded, unsure where he was leading with this question. He tilted his head, his antennae twitching as he continued to study you with that intense curiosity, but now it seemed more directed at you than the concept of “human pairing” itself.
“Humans willingly place themselves in such vulnerable situations,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. He took a hesitant step closer, his gaze flickering over you with both fascination and wariness. “They seek comfort… and understanding?” He sounded almost skeptical, as if he couldn’t quite believe that such things could be desirable.
The silence between you grew. Zim, though he usually carried himself with sharp arrogance, now seemed conflicted, unsure of how to proceed. You could sense his curiosity deepening, yet he was clearly out of his element.
“What would it…” His words trailed off, and for a moment, he just stared, a hint of vulnerability in his expression. “What would it mean,” he tried again, “for an Irken to… to attempt such an interaction?”
He sat down across from you, for once lacking his usual commanding posture. Instead, he looked almost… uncertain, a question in his eyes that he couldn’t quite bring himself to ask aloud.
“Explain it to me,” he whispered, his voice unusually soft, “this need to understand each other, to… to feel close.”
The quiet hum of the base faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in the dim glow. Zim’s sharp, alien features softened slightly in the shadows, and for the first time, he seemed to be listening, truly listening, waiting to hear your answer. This shift, subtle yet deeply personal, began to dissolve the clinical walls of his laboratory, creating a rare, vulnerable space for both of you.
“it's.. Hard to explain but.. “ you think for a moment, truly lost at the explanation yet it seemed he's so eager to know, to.. Experience it with you, it made your heart race and mind fuzzy at the thought of being with an alien.. Being with him.
“Yes.. People ‘pair’ together because they feel.. Love and trusting with them. And well, some pair for the.. Intimate expect of it” You explain the best you could we Zim seem interested in the last part “Intimate? Touching?” He spoke closing in on you, removing the helmet that he had for the machine
“Then present yourself to me, I'll be your filthy mate human” he spoke with authority as if demanding, yet you found no issue in it as his gloved hands reached out to touch your face before you leaned in to kiss him, catching him by surprise yet he kissed back, harshly too, wanting to dominate you as your invader.
He pulls you onto an examination table, the closest and clean surface as everything else is covered by machinery, his hands grip and pull at your clothing, Zim’s eyes were an intense, otherworldly red—sharp and brilliant, almost like the glow of molten metal. They held a fierce, focused light, their color shifting subtly with his emotions, flashing with irritation or narrowing in suspicion. In rare, unguarded moments, a softer glint would appear in them, like a spark dulled just slightly, as if he were capable of more than just calculated contempt.
When he looked at you now, the red had an almost hypnotic depth, somewhere between curiosity and a hint of something he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—admit. His gaze was piercing and unwavering, yet it held a new, cautious warmth, as though he were seeing you for the first time in a way he didn’t entirely understand. His leather gloves felt chillingly cold as he pulled your clothing off with a loud rip,disregarding any attachment you might've had to the outfit, now gazing down at your body with a hunger.
“Humans are..fascinating..” He murmurs as his hands down your body, groping and feeling before latching onto your neck, wanting to mark you, wanting to make you his. You couldn't help but moan and squirm under his touch, what surprised you the most was feeling something cold and wet against your thigh but before you could see what it was his lips crashed into yours, a harsh dominating kiss,his lips was cold as they mix with your warm lips.
His grip and kiss spoke volumes, he's in charge, he is your invader.
“Stay still human.. “ he spoke in a hiss, you feel the same cold feeling press against your wet hole, finally getting a look you see he had an ovipositor rather then a traditional cock. Within seconds he pushed in, his ovipositor easily slid into you with the lube like substance on it. His groans and growls muffled by your neck as he quickly picked up pace, fucking into you like an animal in heat, who knew a species made by machines could be so passionate and rough? Your moans mix with his as his ovipositor pulses, growing close he curses in his language before growling “cum with me human!” as up ur pussy clamps against his ovipositor it nestled deep within your waiting womb as you felt small gelatin like eggs push through and into your womb, after about 4 he would spurt a chilling cold cum to fill the rest of the space before pulling out. His hand holding onto your stomach, his young waiting inside
“You're mine now human~” he.. Purred almost as he held you close to him.
Contains: Threesome. Love & Sex. Character x reader and character x character. Xiao, Venti and f!reader are in a poly established relationship. Smut, lewdness, sassiness, romance, fluff. Venti's 9 inch cock and Xiao's V-line hand-chiseled by Rex Lapis.
~~~》Introduction
It was but a normal day in the Serenitea Pot. The artificial sun shining bright, seeping through the curtains, the green grass and all the plants gathered from the real world swaying with the wind powered by the Anemo energy you had collected. A normal, peaceful, idyllic day in one of the most stable periods of your life. You were not alone, you were happy, you were surrounded by people who loved you. And you loved them back. And you had tons of fun together. Today, particularly, you were having a blast, playing with Venti, running away from him like children playing tag, not a care in your hearts despite the harsh reality outside the Pot. But in your haven, you and your two boyfriends, soon to be your husbands, were safe and free to rest and enjoy life to the fullest, sharing every moment of closeness you could get.
Author's note: hey! So I'm not dead and I got a little break out of college jail to be able to finish and post this piece that has been sitting on my drafts for...TWO YEARS! LITERALLY. I wanted to post it in June for pride cuz may the Anemo Archon bless bisexuality but you know, college and stuff. This is canon for Better Find Husbandos and takes place before the Inazuma Arch.
~~~~》Start!
"Beware! The touchy leech Venti is hungry!" You yelled, storming through your bedroom door, startling Xiao who was resting peacefully on your shared bed. You came running from the living room, Venti chasing after you, both of you giggling like little kids.
"Yes, I am!" Venti exclaimed, raising his hands up high, his fingers mimicking claws, pretending to be a big scary monster.
"Oh, for Rex Lapis's sake…" Xiao sighed, resigned, knowing that all the peace and quiet in the house was about to end at that exact moment.
"Run!" You shouted, exaggeratedly acting like you were scared, taking a big leap and landing on the bed to hug Xiao, all while laughing childishly.
"You have to appease me!" Venti roared with a wide smile, slamming the door shut behind him and pouncing over the two of you.
The poor bed creaked and sunk under the weight of your three bodies stacking one on top of the other, making an Anemo Pile 'Em Up.
"It's heeeeere!" you screamed with fake fear as if you weren't holding the little bard in your arms in a rib-crushing hug.
"I'm hungryyyy!" Venti exclaimed while nibbling on your neck.
"Xiao! Save me!" You begged, continuing your dorky act until one of Venti's bites ended up making you moan.
"You seem like you are enjoying it," Xiao scolded grumpily, pushing the two of you off him, and making you shift on the bed without crushing him.
"Ehe~" you smiled, your cheeks softly blushing "He has me under his spell!" You whined. Venti kept kissing your neck, more furiously after every peck "He wants cuddles!!"
"Roaaar," he purred, looking Xiao directly in the eye while shamelessly licking your whole neck.
"Tsk," Xiao clicked his tongue, averting his gaze, his whole face now flushed as well "He wants cuddles or he wants sex??" He rolled his golden eyes.
"Oh, you got caught!" You told Venti between giggles, knowing that all the childish things were about to end inside that room.
"Any is fine for me~" Venti replied with a provocative smile and voice, extending his arms to trace soft circles on Xiao's chest with his fingers.
"Hmph!" Was the only sound Xiao made, hiding his flushed face away from the both of you.
"Come on, Xiao!" You tugged on his sleeve, trying to reach his face "We have to feed him!"
"Please, Xiao!" Venti begged, climbing on top of him and digging his little claws into his clothes "You know I'm staaarviing" he dragged his words in a big pout "You know I need you to appease mee!" he added, in a more provocative tone.
He continued to climb until he reached his neck, where he placed incendiary kisses. Meanwhile, you were begging him too, still tugging his sleeve, shoving his whole arm in between your boobs so he could feel them.
"Ugh," Xiao protested with a frown, his whole face flushed. But his body started to talk for him. You could clearly see a tent tightening his pants already.
"There's no need to be shy…" Venti whispered with a sultry voice, taking his hand down to the bulge between Xiao's legs.
"Please!" You continued begging, unbuttoning your shirt so that he could feel the soft skin of your breasts.
Xiao huffed, annoyed, but finally gave in to his desires.
"Fine!" He spat "But I don't want anything in my ass!" He conditioned, placing a menacing finger on Venti's nose.
A naughty smile curved up the bard's lips.
"I can work with that," he said mildly "Your loss~" he whispered, giggling.
"What did you say?" Xiao questioned, annoyed again.
"I said you'll have to face my wrath if you don't take your fucking dirty clothes out of my bed!" You interrupted, rising on top of them "You little flea! You didn't even take your shoes off!" You exclaimed, spitting fire at a giggling Venti.
"Xiao, save me!" He yelled, throwing his arms around his neck.
"Oh, here we go again…" Xiao sighed, rolling his eyes. He was always grumpy and crabby. He was just trying to hide the fact that he actually enjoyed how clingy and annoying you two were, always buzzing around him like flies over honey, showing just how much you two were crazy for him. It was a bit overwhelming for an introverted and reserved person like him, but it made him feel loved.
And he would be lying if he said he had no interest in getting some sexy activity that day.
But he would never admit it! He was so easily embarrassed!
You jumped over Venti and soon the room became a mess, all kinds of clothes from each of you flying in different directions to land on the floor. Venti's hat even landed on top of the mirror of your vanity table, which witnessed and reflected all the acts that were about to occur…
"Move over!" You exclaimed, pushing Venti aside to place yourself on the golden throne: Xiao's lap
"I know exactly how to start his engine!" You pulled his boxers down a bit and quickly positioned your hands around his member, holding it gently, making him flinch and pant in anticipation.
You licked your lips flirtily for him to see and then lowered your head down to place a humid kiss on its tip. He stifled a moan, observing you with wide eyes, and his forehead got covered in a sheer layer of sweat. Your mouth was so warm and humid!
You opened it a bit more to let his member enter, letting saliva start dropping down to lube it, and then started enthusiastically sucking it up and down, swirling your tongue around it in the process.
Xiao grappled the sheets with his nails, clenching his hands in fists, doing his best to endure such overwhelming pleasure without screaming. That always got him. Sucking him down there made him crazy.
“Oh, come on!” Venti complained “Let me do it! I can do better! Look, I can deep throat him!” he laughed, now pushing you aside to shove Xiao’s entire dick in his mouth in one go, instantly fulfilling his promise by squishing it with his larynx. Xiao couldn’t bear it and a moan escaped his lips.
“That’s not fair!” you protested, watching Venti’s shocking abilities, horrified at the sight of his delicate and minuscule mouth engulfing the whole six inches in one go without batting an eye. "He's insane!" You thought. That shit was dangerous! He could choke, but he didn’t give a fuck! "Damn libertine old god with a sordid past!!!" You added in your mind, pouting. It was so unfair! He was stealing him away from you!
“He likes my kitty licks more, right Xiao?” you whined, attacking Venti to try and steal Xiao’s cock from him, fanning the fire of this playful banter between Venti and you.
“Urgh…” was the only sound the poor Adeptus could mutter, greeting his teeth in an attempt to contain such a dazzling pleasure.
“I can’t hear hiiiim!” Venti chimed mockingly.
“How can you even talk with that in your throat??” you complained, mortified “How can you even breathe??” just looking at Venti’s scary deed made you gag. That little filthy mouth of him sure was deep…
Venti burst into laughter, the vibration sending Xiao over cloud nine. It looked like he could rip your bedsheets with his nails at any moment.
“See? He likes mine better!” the bard mocked you again.
You puffed and blew air heavily to show disagreement with a big pout.
“Move over! I’m the one who knows how to appease him!” you exclaimed, sitting beside Venti, pushing him aside, and finally snatching Xiao’s dick back.
“Pay attention!” you said, holding it dearly with both hands, rubbing it softly, to then place an intense lick that went from the base of the shaft all the way to the tip. Then you put it in to suck it up again “This is how you purify an Adeptus!” you mocked Venti, sticking your tongue out at him. He looked back at you with a naughty smile and then suddenly took advantage of it, licking your exposed tongue provocatively.
“I don’t think we should fiiight~” he chimed melodiously, his half-lidded eyes glowing with malice. Yours connected with his and you exchanged glances complicitly.
“You mean we should work together?” you smiled mischievously.
“You read my mind!” both of you giggled maliciously and Xiao trembled in fear. Just what in Celestia were you scheming?? He was sure it would be something lewd and embarrassing…
You both kneeled on the bed, straddling his legs, side by side, shoulder by shoulder, and started licking his dick at the same time, making a sloppy mess of hands and tongues around it, pretending it was some kind of delicious candy to drive him crazy.
Xiao let out a wail, looking down at you was so embarrassing that he had to cover his eyes. Now not only his face, but his whole body was completely red. Your expressions, your sounds, your deeds were so lewd that he thought he would pass out at any moment.
"In the name of Rex Lapis!" Xiao thought conceptually, since his mind was unable to process words at that moment. He thought that bard was such a bad influence on you! Xiao never thought you could become so indecent because of him!
"Hum, humm, hmmm…" you hummed while licking his dick up and down.
"Hahh…" Venti exaggerated, as obscene as he could be.
The room was filled with lewd groans and moans and the incessant noise of sloppy licks.
Defeated by the temptation, Xiao uncovered his eyes for a single moment to look down at you two, only to instantly regret it and cover them back with his arm again. Witnessing you two making out with each other, his dick being passionately engulfed in the middle of your soaked mouths was just too much.
The pleasure you were giving him was beyond compare, but the embarrassment you were causing him was so insufferable that he thought he was about to faint.
Your indecent duet and the heated way you two seemed to be enjoying it and getting aroused by doing it was pushing him close to the edge. It wasn't only the amazing sensation of your soft, warm, sloppy mouths on his cock, but receiving so much attention! He had thought you were supposed to appease Venti, not him! But now you two lewd rascals were devouring him like that! The feeling of being so wanted, so desired...it was overwhelming, but he liked it!
He had to grit his teeth with all his might to avoid making a show as smutty as yours with his moaning.
His heart throbbed hard in his chest, his cock twitched tight in your hands.
"Stop this madness if you don't want me to release everything on your faces!" Xiao finally begged with a strangled groan, still unable to uncover his eyes because of the shame.
You stopped by reflex and got immediately away, but the little vermin by your side grabbed the cock like a microphone and opened his mouth wide in front of it.
"Aaaah~!" he vocalized obscenely "Let it out, Xiao! I'm taking everything!" He exclaimed provocatively.
You smacked your hand on top of his head just in time to prevent Xiao from splattering everything in the room with his tainted venom.
"No you aren't taking anything!" You rebuked, frowning, while Venti sobbed and kneaded his poor little head with his hands like a scolded puppy .
You leaped and grabbed several towels from the last drawer of your nightstand, which were prepared for those… special occasions.
You thought Venti was fucking insane. If he wanted to savor and swallow a load of bitter, awful tasting and stinky cum, you weren't going to stop the God of Freedom from accomplishing his dreams–you would only make sure not to kiss him afterward– but Xiao’s was off limits. You weren't going to let him ingest that unholy, repulsive substance Xiao ejaculated. It was so full of negative karma that it even emanated a black aura! It was a hazard to all of the beings of Teyvat! But you weren’t from Teyvat…
You unfolded a towel with both hands and gently approached it to Xiao's desperate manhood.
"Here we go, baby…" you smiled at him with kindness "Let's get you empty and clean," you said in a soothing voice, going back to stimulate his humid cock with your hands to take him back to the final stretch.
"Unfaaaair!" Venti protested with a big pout. You giggled and stuck your tongue out at him.
"It's not my fault I'm the only chosen one to purify him," you mocked him.
"Hmph!" Venti shrugged, pretending to be offended. "I can clean him by playing the flute for him." he smirked smugly.
"And I can clean him by blowing his cute little flute," you chuckled, shoving Xiao's dick in between your breasts.
"That's unfair too!" The bard whined again since he had no boobs to compete against you. You giggled.
"Come here, you can help me." you smiled at him and handed him the towel so that the both of you kept it well spread and ready to take the cumshot.
"Okay, okay," he finally accepted, enthusiastic about working alongside you to make Xiao orgasm.
You kept massaging Xiao's humid cock with your breasts, while the two of you placed licks and kisses onto the now hypersensitive tip due to so much edging. It looked as if it was about to explode.
"Oh my god…" Xiao exhaled, exhausted. He let out a groan, his teeth as gritted as his fists as he cummed. You caught his release with the towel, wrapping it around his member that progressively turned small and soft again, making sure to absorb everything with it.
"Veery nice…" you cooed, wiping him lovingly with the towel, making sure to leave him clean.
The towel became wet, and it was engulfed in a black aura as the negative energy started sizzling like fire. You held it tightly in your hands, clutching it. Then, you observed how the dark aura that surrounded it slowly disappeared, the semen and the towel turning white again, purifying just like Dvalin's tears did that day when you helped Venti save him.
You threw the used towel aside. You would worry about the cleaning later. Because you were sure nothing would end there.
"And that's how you purify an Adeptus!" you winked at Venti, hands on your hips and inflating your chest proudly.
"Hm! Must admit I'm impressed," he said with a cheeky grin.
"Ehe~" you let out, happily, giving him a radiant smile.
Venti extended his hand to gently place it on your cheek, caressing it softly with his thumb. You looked at him curiously. His eyes were loving and his lips curved in a seductive smile.
"Do you think you can appease me too now~?" He whispered, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
You let out a chuckle, your cheeks pleasantly warm.
"I don't know, can I~?" You giggled, slowly approaching to hug him. Geez, his skin was so terse! And you loved seeing him wearing just that white shirt, wide open for you to see his soft stomach.
"I'm completely sure you can~" Venti cooed, slowly wrapping his arms around you, and sitting you on his lap.
"Urgh…" poor Xiao protested, completely knocked out under the two of you. You were squashing his still hypersensitive body.
"I think he needs some minutes to recover," Venti whispered, and you two got off him while giggling, moving to lie on the other side of the bed.
"Don't worry about him, I'm sure he'll come back for more," you chuckled.
"Urghhh…" the defeated Adeptus groaned, lying on his back, body trembling and arm shielding his eyes from the light.
Venti and you laughed at him, endeared by his flustered sleeping form. Then you looked at each other's eyes, both shining and started making out really delicately.
Slowly, Venti's hands started to go down your body, getting rid of every piece of clothing that remained on it.
"Hmm, what are you doing?" You scoffed.
"Shh…" he smiled, picking up his cape from the edge of the bed to put it around your shoulders. He clasped the green brooch around your neck "Now you look perfect, my Windblume." he said with an apple-sweet voice.
You felt as if you melted in his arms. Damn bard, he knew you damn well! You had a thing for that cape, you loved it way too much. And being completely naked except for it made your heart flutter. He hugged you tightly, resting your face against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was so soothing. The feeling of his hands caressing your back, pressing the fluffy cloth of the cape against your skin was so soft. His scent of cecilias invaded your senses. It was dazzling, feeling completely embraced by him. Like warm cotton feathers shrouding your entire being under the golden spring sunlight.
You inhaled his fragrance deeply, getting drunk off it, and hugged him back really hard.
"Venti…" you sighed, feeling as if your body was light as air.
He lifted your face to his delicately, to place a deep kiss on your lips. Damn, he even tasted sweet. He was your addicting perdition.
He kissed you for minutes that seemed eternal for you, deepening the kiss further and further, his soft lips driving you crazy.
"Venti…" you panted, completely out of breath because of the extremely long kisses. He giggled in response, finally laying back to let you breathe.
"I love you," he whispered with a little smile that grew naughty, his hands finding their way in between your thighs.
"Oh~" a little gasp escaped your lips at his touch, delighting him. Soon his slender fingers ventured between your folds, caressing their insides.
"You're so weeet…" he chimed, placing an igniting kiss on your neck that pulled a moan out of your mouth “Guess Xiao wasn’t the only one affected by our little show from earlier," he smiled while he rubbed your clit with his thumb.
You pressed your thighs together, desperate for friction, trapping his hand in between them.
"Venti…" you moaned his name again, the pleasurable burn on your neck driving you crazy.
"What is it, Windblume?" He smiled teasingly "Want it to be our turn now?"
You nodded your head, your half-lidded eyes clouded by desire.
"Do you think we can do something that appeases us both?" He asked, still caressing your clit in circular motions.
Your breath hitched.
"Am I getting the big one?" You muttered, rocking your hips against his fingers.
"Yes you are. I'm sure you can handle it~" he said with a naughty smile, pushing two fingers inside to prove you were wet enough. It made you whine, your sloppy muscles clasping around his fingers, all of their wet content slipping down your thighs and onto his lap "Shh, as much as I love you embracing me tightly, you'll need to be softer if you wanna do it…"
He motioned his fingers inside you to try and make you a bit more loose around him. You moaned and he shushed you again, giggling at your beautiful flushed face.
"Here, hold me close," he said, making you put your arms around his neck. He put his on your waist and hoisted you up until you were on top of his annoyingly huge cock.
You whined, burying your nose in the crook of his neck.
"C'me on," he whispered sweetly in your ear "I know my strong Windblume can handle the big one~" you nodded your head against his skin, making adorable noises that made his heart flutter.
You knew you could. But only because it was him. He was the only one who could soften you and arouse you and relax you enough as to take something so big in. And it was because he was delicate as a spring breeze, just like always.
"Here we go," he said excitedly, caressing all the way down your back, his cloak feeling like soft feathery wings embracing you. As his hand went down, so he made your body, lowering it onto his member.
You made another arousing sound when you felt him enter your body.
"That didn't hurt, did it?" He cooed in your ear. You shook your head against his skin. It never hurt with Venti. Well, only when you first started doing it and you were scared and nervous. Now, calm and aroused, doing it with him was the sweetest and most relaxing experience ever. You could say that as you purified Xiao, Venti purified you. Or at least that was how you felt.
He smiled at your negative "Can I move then?" He asked, tucking some hair behind your ear.
"Please," you begged, your voice filled with a sweet, peaceful lust.
You clung to his neck. He rocked his hips up and down, getting all kinds of cute noises from you. You decided to bite on his shoulder to stop whining so loud, finally getting a soft moan from him.
Damn, it was so easy for him to reach your cervix. He didn't have to make the slightest effort to fill you up completely. You bit on his skin harder and rubbed your head against his, in an attempt to show how much you loved him. He caressed down your hair, enchanted by your touch.
"My lovely Windblume…" he murmured.
You lifted up your face to steal a kiss from him.
"Love you…" you said before turning it passionate.
He hummed in delight while kissing back, your love bringing him more peace and joy than any wine. You made him feel happy and alive. So he lived to make you feel the same way. So he poured his heart and soul into making love to you.
He rocked his hips gently, pulling in and out at a cradling but intense pace, desperate to make you feel good.
And it was effective. It felt so good…pleasurable, calming, appeasing. You felt like the temperature was going up, and as you were increasingly appeased by Venti’s efforts, Xiao arose from his peaceful slumber.
When he opened his golden eyes, they shone upon seeing the most glorious scene unfolding beside him: his two lovers, the two people he adored the most, making love in a sweet and needy way. You straddled Venti’s lap, whining into his neck, holding him desperately as he pushed his impressive length in and out of you. Both the green cloak and his arms embraced your back marred with countless battle scars, and even though Venti wasn’t showing his feathery wings, to Xiao you both looked like angels. Like a divine apparition.
You two were a divine apparition to him, a gift sent from heaven. A ray of sunlight in the midst of his dark and lonely life. Here in this haven, in your shared abode, he wasn’t alone anymore. He was warm, he was loved, he was enveloped in the idyllic light you two emitted.
Feeling his heart race in his chest, Xiao sat up on the bed with utmost interest, ogling you two with his mouth agape.
“What is it, oh mighty Adeptus?” Venti said with a petulant smirk, fucking you harder to tease him further “Feeling needy again already?” He taunted him.
Xiao sulked, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks. He didn’t want to concede and give in to Venti’s vulgar ways. But the urge in his boxers, the only piece of clothing cladding his small but muscular body, was demanding. So he did what he knew best: he gave Venti a huge pout and raked his eyes up and down his slim body, its Anemo markings glowing with each thrust inside your willing and loving body.
Venti didn’t resist much. Normally he would tease him and make him beg. But he decided you and him had teased Xiao enough for a single day. Besides, this day was too glorious to pass. The way the limpid sunlight filtered through the windows, illuminating the white bedding of your love nest, made everything in the room shine with a bright light that seemed to envelop everything. The warm breeze that caressed the curtains with the same gentleness Venti caressed your back brought the sweet fragrance of the Cecilias you had planted together in the front yard, bringing back memories of another glorious day when the bard and you laughed and played, getting covered in dirt as you learned about gardening while Xiao observed you from the shade of a tree, sulking on the outside but immensely happy on the inside.
Everything felt soft, fluffy and warm like a dreamy spring breeze. Definitely, this day was too good to pass. Venti was old and he knew himself enough to know exactly what he wanted in life. And how to ask for it.
“Can I get the small one?” He asked with a teasing, playful grin.
Xiao kept pouting but he leaned back against the headboard of the bed, inviting Venti onto his glorious lap with a gesture of his hand. He tugged down his underwear, leaving his solid frame completely exposed. Venti licked his lips instinctively, relishing the delicious sight in front of him. Vigorous muscles rippling under a scarred skin, bold tattoos that snaked around strong limbs that glowed with a mystic green light, hugging Xiao’s stomach until finishing in that gorgeous V-line that seemed chiseled by Rex Lapis’ own hands.
And then the dessert to that magnificent main course worthy of an Archon like him: the manhood, finally brought back to life by such a miraculous display as the one Venti and you were giving him, stood up eagerly, its pale flesh a stark contrast against the dark green carpet that framed it. It twitched, rhythmically throbbing with each desperate pulse of Xiao’s heart. Venti bit his lower lip with desire, and Xiao let out a grunt.
“Hmph,” he emitted, his raspy voice rumbling in his muscular chest. He made another insistent gesture: his golden eyes, slit pupils dilated with desire, left no room for hesitation. He needed his lovers now.
Such an insistence from Xiao was enough to drive Venti mad. To the untrained eye it could have looked uninterested, but after such a long time dating, Venti knew such a gesture was a sign from utter desperation from the commonly reserved and modest Adeptus. So he didn’t hesitate.
Quick, but careful not to drop you, Venti moved to straddle Xiao’s lap while holding you firmly on his own. He didn’t withdraw his huge length from within you, not even for a single second.
“Ah…” you moaned, the sensation of being thoroughly filled to the brim, impaled in such a long cock, felt sharper with the sudden movement.
“It’s ok, Windblume,” Venti ran a hand through your hair with a soothing voice “It’s just that Xiao wants some love too. Are you ok there?”
“Uh-huh…” you nodded, sighing in pleasure, arching your back as you moved to accommodate his massive length, seeking for contact against your cervix and clit against his warm, almost ethereal body.
Xiao’s cock, modest in size but overflowing with vigor, throbbed furiously at the sight in front of him. He had a clear view of your rear, which peeked between the flaps of Venti’s cloak when you arched your back, and of the erotic posture you and Venti starred on top of his lap. The combined weight of your bodies, and the warmth of your skins only served to heighten the Adeptus’ senses.
“Someone’s eager~” Venti teased, his smirk also clearly visible from Xiao’s point of view.
“Shut up and do it already,” Xiao grunted, his cheeks blushed a bright red. He was so demanding that Venti’s cock twitched inside you, eliciting a moan from you.
“Fine, fine. Calm down, I gotta be careful. I don’t wanna drop our dear Windblume.” Venti chuckled. And with a strength and steadiness improper of his small physical form, he held you in place on his lap and impaled himself on Xiao’s needy cock.
“Oh, Fuck!” you and Xiao moaned at the same time, overwhelmed by pleasure, eliciting a bubbly, genuine giggle from Venti’s throat, which filled the room like the melodious chirp of a bird.
“Oh, Venti, oh, damn…” you whined and whimpered, clinging to his neck for dear life as you felt as if every thrust of his hips into you was dismantling your body and replacing every bone with pleasure. He was so big, he didn’t need to push hard or harshly. The steady, sweet rhythm of his thrusts was like a lullaby that appeased both your body and soul “So good…”
Venti whispered some sweet words in your ear before kissing it, and then made eye contact with Xiao.
“You’ll have to move, let’s set the pace together.” Venti told him with a seductive smirk, his lips always pressed to your neck.
“F-fine…” Xiao moaned, one of his hands finding purchase on your rear and the other one on Venti’s knee, trying to hold onto you for dear life. He knew that in this position he couldn’t have the luxury of Venti massacrating him in seconds with his dangerous ass.
But he was ok with it. Making love like this, slowly, steadily, savoring each second and basking in the morning light felt just right. Like a piece of paradise made reality. This day was truly perfect, idyllic, lush, filled with harmony.
Everything felt just right, just in place. Everything was in place. For the three of you. Your hands, your mouths, your sexes too. Bodies, minds and souls aligned in a single moment, in a single shared purpose, that of losing yourselves in the others to finally feel found. Three hearts beating in unison to weave a symphony of love, desire and companionship.
And the three of you enjoyed it thoroughly, moving steadily, making sure it would last. The moment might not be eternal, but one thing remained true: there was true, sincere love within those sheets, and the memory of that day, of those kisses, of those dreams shared together would be engraved on your memories for the rest of your lives.
“I love you…I love you…” you whined, clinging tightly to Venti’s neck, one sigh for each of your beloved soulmates.
“I love you…I love you…” Xiao echoed, his voice almost a howl, baring his fangs in a heartfelt desperation as he pulled the both of you closer against his love-starved body.
“My lovely doves…you truly are breathtaking…” Venti smiled sweetly, running a hand through your hair and gazing over the two of you, his fragile but strong lovers whose scarred and earthly appearance perfectly complemented his angelic looks.
“Venti…” you prayed, caressing his glowing braids to then move your hands to rake your nails softly down his back. Xiao echoed, his claws digging into Venti’s knee, as gently as he could, contained by his gloves.
And Venti smiled, knowing exactly what you two wanted.
“Fine, fine.” He chuckled, letting out his wings, the majestic sight eliciting a sound of awe from Xiao and you. Soft feathers came off his wings, the spring breeze that sneaked through the windows making them graze against your skin. You and Xiao moaned, feeling Venti thoroughly making love to the both of you, both through his body and through the wind.
What a life changing experience, to be made love to in body and soul. It made your hearts tremble, your very essences quiver as the utter need was appeased in a nurturing way.
“Yes, yes. I love you, my Windblumes. My family…” Venti chuckled warmly, rocking his hips gently to the rhythm of your shared love, riding Xiao, letting himself be ridden by you. Losing himself in being thoroughly loved and needed until his wings flapped in pleasure.
That morning was idyllic, perfect, pure. And a lot of things were true. Your shared love, your shared dreams, and the fact that no matter how long you lived, the three of you forever remembered that day.
~~~》The End ♡
So that was all for today! Oof, that was long as Venti's cock! Probably that's the reason I struggle so much with finishing and posting fics... :3 My intention is to start making things shorter. Assembled Love future chapters will be as short as possible and despite I'm continuing all my series, I'm also planning to post one-shots. Vast majority will probably be Kuni related, since he is my beloved. Consider this fic a testament to the devotion I used to profess for Venti and Xiao before he wormed his way into my heart, capturing it completely, slowly climbing to the top of the ranking! I'm not that interested in writing about Venti and Xiao as main love interests anymore, but I love having them as supporting characters (I tend to ship them) and I also have lots of unfinished fics in which they are the main love interest that I'm trying to finish. I might not be that into writing for them rn but I love the fluffy feeling I used to have about them and that is present in my old fics ♡
What to expect from this blog from now on: always expect the unexpected, but
Lots of Venti and Xiao old fics that I'm trying to finish, mostly short scenes.
The rest of this pending fics list
Requests I'm working on, (my requests are always open, from now on I'm making them shorter so I can post them ASAP instead of writing a whole ass fic 3k word fic as I did with my first requests)
Shorter posts like headcanons and bullet list brainrots.
Unfinished stuff I didn't know how to finish but I liked too much to let fall into oblivion.
Hi there love! If you have time, could you write a Scaramouche x fem reader, where they hate each other so much, and then he fucks her till she can't speak anymore. W Dom Scara. Have a good day!
Of course! Trying to get back into writing after a long hiatus due to family and home issues!
Here's a hate fucking scara x fem reader NSFW!
Can't forget to tag my local scara simp @hitomisuzuya ❤
⚠WARNING:Hate fucking, harsh/rough love, scara being scara, breeding kink, pet kink⚠
It was late at night as the storm in Inazuma rolls, thunder strikes as the wrath of the Electro Archon could be felt in the air, even more so in the delusion factory where a certain harbinger resided. Scaramouche was appointed to watch over the factory, one of the very last things he wanted to be stuck with, maybe he should've been more.. friendly during the harbinger banquet, maybe then he couldn't gotten out of it, regardless he had a duty to uphold and another idea on his mind.
As the puppet thought he could hear the distant sound of fighting, great, the traveller Y/N arrived, how annoying. just what he needed, another annoyance, already had enough he had to work with the Doctor and Childe, now he must be rid of the traveller.
He waited for her to arrive to his domain, it was only a matter of time before she arrived and of course he would relish seeing her fall, but that's not what fate had in store for the two.
Y/N entered the room alone, she decided this was a fight even Paimon couldn't go with, a fight between her.. and the Balladeer.
"How dare you use people's lives for your profit!" she started, hand gripping her sword with nothing but vengeance for her dear friend. Scaramouche couldn't help but eat up the look, the anger, he loved it. wait.. loved it? no he can't get distracted.
"oh? did your pathetic friend die from it? must've been to weak.. like you" he laughed, only antagonizing the hero more, what he didn't expect was for her to attack already, coming at him with her sword he was able to grab her arm and deflect it, shoving her to the floor, he's much faster then her, with the power of electro he can move faster then she can blink. Once on the ground he stomped on her wrist making her drop the sword, hissing she clawed at his ankle but it was no use, he had her pinned.
His electric gaze sent shivers and strangely arousal through her as she gave him a scowl
"give up yet pest?" he hissed, arousal and anger was filling the air, "I can see you're ready to fight back and prove your worth" He continued his actions of stomping on her wrist again, "that means you have some backbone" he growled as Y/N struggled to get back into her feet
"What I have is not something I care to brag about" she said in return angerly, however when the two got close, scaramouche slamming her into the floor once more but this time holding her down with his hands, her legs on either side putting them in a situation, she could feel his hard on, something he tried to ignore, pathetic human emotions, he would say, but now its gotten him in a bind. "I wouldn't have guessed the Balladeer would get hard from this" she scowls causing his face to flush with both embarrassment and anger, but he couldn't deny the feeling, "or maybe I do know who you are, your true form" She snarls in disgust at him.
"And what might that be" he says with venom. Y/N smirks and sits herself straight up, she's getting more cocky now, and honestly it wasn't helping his already poor self control
"you're just a touch starved, horny angry man aren't you?" she remarks, snapping the last bit of restraint he had, growling he was determined to put this scum in her place
"I'll teach you to respect me, even if I have to break you over and over" he hissed beside her ear, biting harshly on her neck, his hips pushed forward causing her to gasp, a sharp moan leaving her throat as she squirmed in pleasure, she hated him and he hated her yet.. for that reason, they made each other stronger, the balladeers strength, their passion, they complemented and created each other.
Once started they knew they couldn't stop, his hands selfishly grabbing and pulling at her clothing, growls and groans filled the air as they moved around each other's bodies in a way they never thought possible. Her body was soft beneath his rough touches and gentle kisses, her breath coming in gasps and his lips on hers felt like heaven yet hell at the same time.
Once he pulled her clothing off he shoved her onto her stomach, taking control as the god he is, his cock throbbing against her wet pussy as he laughs at her submission, even if she was still struggling, he was the dominate one here, his tip flushed and leaking with precum as he pushed it against her entrance "fucking beg for me like the whore you are" he hissed, she resisted but she couldn't deny the throbbing need, weakly begging "please.. f-fuck! please just fuck me!" shamelessly begging before his thick cock slammed into her pussy, growling as his hands gripped her hips hard enough to cause his nails to scratch the skin, he thrusted hard and fast hitting her sweet spot, moaning loudly as her walls clenched around him, the feeling driving him insane. He pulled himself off from her slowly and threw away his discarded clothes, now fully naked he held her wrists above her head, assuming a new position before pressing his body onto hers, he thrusting hard and deep causing her to whimper, her pussy clenching around him as he mercilessly fucked into her, claiming her as his own.
"F-fuck! you're so damn tight, i-its like you want me to breed you don't you? " he hissed in a teasing tone, she groans as his hand tighten it's grip on her already sore wrists, his cock throbbed with need to release as she felt a knot began to tighten, causing her to cry out his name. He thrust harder until she cries with her orgasm, causing him to release his cum deep inside of her, she writhed under him, crying out in pain and pleasure as his cum filled her womb, his dick still buried within her pussy and balls.
"You're mine now little one, you belong to me and only me, " he murmured softly as she felt weak, he had almost forgotten his plan, nevertheless he had to make changes anyways, he can't just let her get in his way again.. maybe he can keep her as his pet.
It was a dark night, the air heavy with anticipation. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across the room, as if hinting at the secrets it held. Tonight was no ordinary night—it was Scaramouche's birthday.
You had always known Scaramouche, your college acquaintance, to be a mysterious and brooding figure. He had a habit of lurking in the shadows, watching you from afar, an enigmatic presence that never failed to pique your curiosity. There was something about the way he carried himself, the way his gaze lingered upon you, that stirred emotions deep within your core.
His melancholic demeanor, though unconventional, only made you feel more cherished. To be the recipient of such unwavering attention from a man who rarely smiled was a privilege you held dear. It was as if, in those rare moments when his lips curved upwards, the world stood still and the warmth of his smile illuminated your very being.
But tonight, as the clock struck midnight, a shift in the atmosphere was palpable. The room seemed to hold its breath as Scaramouche approached, shedding his layers of mystery along with his clothing. His presence was both alluring and intimidating, a potent combination that sent shivers down your spine.
You should've seen this coming really, the way he watches over you so often, you now find yourself tied and naked in his bed, dark purple ropes tired your body like a piece of art, your neck adorned a special collar, you could hear the jingle from Scaras outfit as he entered the room with a sly smirk, his electric eyes trained on your exposed and aroused form, despite all the red flags he was just so..addicting.
As his eyes locked onto your exposed and vulnerable form, a devious smirk graced his lips. The dark purple ropes that adorned your body accentuated the artistry of his control, a visual testament to the power he held over you. It was a sight that would have sent alarm bells ringing for anyone else, but for you, it only fueled the flames of desire.
Despite the occasional pain that accompanied your connection with Scaramouche, it was an addiction you couldn't resist. You craved the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, the way it made your heart race and your senses come alive. You were willing to dive headfirst into the depths of his darkness, knowing that it was within those shadows that you found your own twisted version of happiness.
And as Scaramouche hovered over you, his aroused form mirroring your own, the room filled with an electric tension. His words, dripping with both contempt and adoration, filled the air. This was his special birthday present, a gift that showcased your complete surrender to his desires.
In this precarious dance between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, you couldn't help but revel in the knowledge that you had the power to make Scaramouche, the enigmatic figure who held your heart, blush.
"such a pathetic whore, all bare for me, such a sweet birthday present you gotten me" he purred as he hovered over you, his cock efrect and standing proud, leaking precum at the sight, he's been watching you for so long, fishing his cock at the sight, sometimes to your panties when he can steal them, and now on his birthday, a day he hated before, now become a bittersweet event with you around as his bittersweet love. His eyes never leaving your skin as he slid the tip of his tongue into your welcoming opening, he groaned softly at your wetness, he loved the taste of you on his tongue. This is something you shared, your passion and affection for each other, you two were inseparable, you two made each other stronger and happier than ever before. You squirmed and moaned feeling his tongue roughly lick and push into your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit harshly, his eyes trained to look at yours while he ate you out, wanting to see you squirm before him. You had such pretty eyes, and he loved your eyes, they suited you perfectly, he liked how they sparkled and twirled around your cheeks when you were excitedly giggling at him, he liked how your hair framed your face nicely, but his favorite feature were your lips, they were pouty and seductive, you entirely entranced him.
As the tendrils of pleasure coursed through your body, that tightly wound knot within you finally unraveled. It was an explosive release, crashing onto his tongue with a fervor that matched the intensity of his grip on your trembling thighs. His nails, like tiny daggers, dug into the plushness of your skin, leaving imprints of passion. With an insatiable hunger, he eagerly lapped up your essence, savoring every drop, before parting his lips from your nether region.
In that moment, his fiery gaze met yours, his tip teasingly pressing against your yearning entrance. The hunger in his eyes mirrored the desperation in your voice as you babbled, your words stumbling over one another. "Please!" you pleaded, your voice dripping with need. It was a command he could no longer resist. With an uncontrollable desire, he pulled your collar, urging you to sit upon his throbbing cock.
The impact was jarring, an electrifying collision of pleasure and pain. A guttural groan escaped his lips as his hips thrust upward, impaling you with a primal force. The symphony of moans echoed in the room as his thrusts became more frenzied, his hips bucking with an untamed rhythm. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, glistening like tiny jewels, as his orgasm neared.
But he was not the type to leave you unsatisfied. With an iron grip on your hips, he angled his cock just so, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. Each collision sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body, demanding that you succumb to the pleasure. Mewling and writhing beneath him, you couldn't help but call out his name, a symphony of pleasure escaping your lips.
As the waves of your orgasm crashed over you once again, your slick gushed, drenching him in your ecstasy. His groans mixed with your cries, creating a harmony of release. His lips, like a magnet drawn to your skin, found their way to your neck, leaving a trail of passionate kisses and eager bites. His cock twitched, throbbing with an intensity matched only by the depth of his desire, as his cum spilled inside you, marking you as his own.
Slowly, he pulled away, his breaths heavy and ragged. The room seemed to fill with a hushed stillness, broken only by the symphony of your panting. Exhaustion washed over you, leaving you feeling lightheaded, as your head found solace on his broad chest.
Whispering words of love, he caressed your hair, kissing the top of your head with tenderness. "You are mine," he murmured, his voice a gentle lullaby. "You always will be, my sweetheart. And I promise, you will never have to worry about anyone hurting you, because I am always here." His words, like a soothing melody, lulled you into a peaceful slumber.
As his breathing steadied, growing lighter, you found comfort in his embrace. Together, you drifted into the realm of dreams, finding solace in the arms of love.
Not sure if you drew this but I think your art is very pretty
I did! Thank you so much! I doodle in my free time and wanted to make something special for my smut soulmate @hitomisuzuya ❤ Here's some of my other art some featuring my bestie ❤
Also yes I am open to write for my OCS like oc x reader
here’s the thing: it takes guts to share anything you create. writing, art, music, media, all of it. sharing is scary even though creating is enjoyable bc it removes the veil of intimacy between us and what we’ve created. now it’s no longer for your own consumption but for everyone’s and ykw I just wanna say to anyone out there who shares what they create - I’m proud of you!!!!
thank you for sharing it thank you for practicing thank you for writing or drawing or creating what was on your mind and soul when you did it
Scaramouche won the polls by a landslide! Sorry this is late 🥲
TW:Yandere Tendacies, obsession, BDSM, harsh language, Scara being scara.
@hitomisuzuya tagging my bestie and scaras wife❤
On a dimly lit Halloween night, Y/N found herself navigating the walk back from a party that had never truly been her element. She'd chosen to leave early, the pain of her high heels too much to bear, causing her to walk barefoot while cradling the heels in her hand. Lost in her thoughts and muttering about the length of the journey back, she failed to notice a pair of striking, electric-purple eyes that had fixed upon her. Unbeknownst to her, those eyes belonged to none other than Scaramouche, infamously known in the news as the Balladeer, a pseudonym concealing his gruesome exploits. He was a figure known for his unyielding cruelty and brutality. Yet, at this moment, he found himself utterly captivated by Y/N, every step she took, every graceful sway of her hips stealing his breath away. His obsession drove him to discreetly follow her, ensuring he remained unseen as he trailed her, subtly watching her every move. When she inadvertently took a wrong turn, a path leading to a dead-end with only his house at the end, he couldn't help but find the situation almost comical. To let her know of his presence, he emitted sinister, taunting echoes, causing her to spin around suddenly.
"Oh, how naive you must be. But can I blame you? That blonde hair of yours is practically a warning sign," he remarked with an air of madness, clearly revealing his newfound infatuation. Y/N stood there, her emotions conflicted. His words should have sent shivers down her spine, inspiring fear, yet an inexplicable allure tinged her response.
Stalking closer, he continued, "How does it feel?" he inquired, his voice a menacing whisper. Y/N took a cautious step backward, her confusion palpable.
"What do you want?" she questioned, her gaze fixed on the intimidating figure before her.
He responded with a chilling laugh, swiftly seizing Y/N's wrist and forcefully pulling her into his arms.
"I'm going to fuck you up, so much so that your bruised legs won't be able to even think of carrying your whorish body back. you'll stay with me as my pretty fuck toy, how does that sound? much sound good I can practically smell your arousal, how fucking slutty"he growled out
He held her tightly and lifted her off her feet, throwing her over his shoulder. Y/N squirmed around but soon found herself not really wanting to escape? She kinda wanted to see where this went, he had a strong hold on her. "You'll be begging me to keep going when I finally finish~" he chuckled lowly. His voice was deep and raspy. Y/N couldn't help but smile slightly, hearing such a thing coming from him sounded very appealing indeed. "Let go, i wanna see if this will be fun" Y/N tried again to no avail
He laughed darkly "Ah ah ah ah, you wouldn' be able to handle anything I can dish out, and you know it~ oh? unless you want to prove me wrong hm? does my little whore what to prove something to herself? " he taunts.
She wanted to see how it went, to get further with him, finding herself caught in his web.
"if you say so~" he coos before shoving her onto the bed, he was harshly palming her clothing, removing them in a rush, he was far too eager to slow down, it took your breath away as he pushed you on your stomach, ass up with your ankles and wrists bound to a bar, this gave him the perfect unrestricted access to your wet and warm pussy, the one he already shoved two fingers in with a laugh, withing his other hand to hold the harness that's bounding her to this position. you squirmed and writhed against your restraints but he wouldn't budge "ah ah ah, im gonna make you scream~" he whispered in your ear and started to finger her, adding a finger every few seconds until he's four fingers in and curling them against her special spot, scissoring her walls aparts, bullying her fluttering soaked walls. She mewls, moaning and squirming for more, wanting more stimulations, she cried as she felt her orgasm getting closer, but just before she could cum he pulled his fingers our and smacked her ass hard making her scream.
"I didn't tell you, you could cum did I slut? You're such a disobedient whore, I'll be sure to fuck some sense into you" He growled as he let's his fat heavy cock slap against her ass, groaning as he felt her ass before smacking it again, rubbing the sore flesh.
She screamed again, but Scaramouche ignored it, continuing to tease and torture her until he's satisfied. by that point her ass is very wet, stinging as his hand rubbed at the pain, her eyes watery with tears, her pussy wet and puffy from edging so long. He chuckled "Are you ready? can you beg sweetly for my fucking cock? " he taunts as he rubbed his swollen tip against her cunt. he pressed his shaft against the crease of her ass, she cried out and whimpered, her mouth open wide in agony
He leaned down and placed his forehead against yours "You want this, you want my cock, don't deny yourself this pleasure babygirl " he says as he slowly pushes his throbbing length inside you, making her giggle with delight as she felt him stretch, filling her completely, he moaned at the feeling. he then began to thrust harder and deeper making you scream and grip his biceps as he rocked you side to side, hitting every nerve in your body. you were a mess of giggles, gasps, screams and cries at the moment, and it only spurred him on, driving him higher and higher until he's buried to the hilt inside you and he was still pulsating, pushing himself against your clit making you cry out louder, more desperately and harder than you ever thought possible for any human to ever make sound. "oh baby, you're so tight" he growls out as he starts to kiss your neck, trailing down towards your breasts and sucking lightly, leaving small pink marks all along, they both moan as his hands slide down to your thighs gripping them and pushing you against the bed,his cum spurtting in her, filling her up, he roughly pulls his cock out of you, making you pant and whimper for more, "fuck.. I love your little squeakies" he smiles, pulling back and leaning down to leave small kisses on each one before moving down your abdomen to the dip of your navel "you know you can trust me~ you'd do anything I ask for right? " he asks softly, giving you a look of obsesive love. "you're mine now, my sweet, pretty girl. I'll never let you go ~" he speaks, his eyes full of lust, unstrapping the spreader bar to let her rest, placing a collar on her as he pulled a blanket over her, feeling her hair gently.
"I hope you're ready for round two, I'll only give you a brief rest" he says, earning a giggle from her.
he leans over kissing her lips once more before she fell asleep
Ghoul Yandere!Nagito x fem!reader. Smut. Cunilligus. Obsessive/ possessive behavior. Stalking. Orgasm denial. Mind breaky. Corruption.
My hands are gonna shake the entire time I type this. Nagito Komaeda, holy 😳 The love I have for this man is as collosal as my love for Scara. I am so scared I won't do him justice. *hides* I know no one is gonna see this.
You'd had no idea that Nagito Komaeda had been closer than you thought he was to you all night. If you moved to somewhere else at the party you were at, then so did he. He was determined to keep you in his sight all night.
It didn't help that you'd been cutting your fingers open on little things all night, a few times when you were trying to help your friend cut up apples earlier that night or cutting your finger on the edges opening something.
The smell of your blood and your scent had been hanging in the air all night. Nagito had to have you. You just smelled way too good, both you and your blood.
Essentially, since you were dressed in a sinful Little Red Riding Hood costume, he was the Big Bad Wolf coming for Little Riding Hood.
The way you smiled, the way you sort of covered your face with your hand when you laughed, the way the light shined off your hair, the way your hips swayed when you walked, how warm your skin looked, the way you giggled.
Everything about you was captivating and amusing at the same time. He wanted to take all of that and make it his. Every look, every laugh, every smile, it would be all for him and if he had his way only for him.
You didn't know how things could snowball out of control so fast, but you didn't care. It started with him coming out of the darkness on your way home from the party. He'd reached for your hand to lick the blood welling from one of the cuts on your fingers. His tongue lapping between your legs just felt too good.
Your blood tasted so sweet, igniting a dark desire within him.
Nagito's tongue was sloppy and wet on your cunt, his beautiful fingers digging possessive bruises into your thighs as he held them apart.
"To think someone like you would let trash like me dirty you so intimately with my tongue," He groaned like he'd been denied everything he'd ever wanted in his entire life, and now he was finally allowed to have the one taste he'd been craving. "It's so exhilarating.~ So thrilling~"
Your legs shook, your back arching off the bed as his lips latched around your clit, inserting three of his long, beautiful fingers inside of you at the same time he started sucking on your clit. You bucked your hips up, writhing on the bed as you pushed his face down onto your cunt.
Your whimpers and sobs of pleasure only made Nagito's cock throb more, making him rut desperately against the mattress. Squelching his fingers wetly in and out of you, scissoring your walls apart as he nudged them into your sweet, his tongue swirling around your clit, he proceeded to ruin every orgasm to suite his agenda.
"The hope that lights up in your eyes every time you think that maybe, just maybe I might let you cum is exquisite~ I need to see more of it~," This man had the most curious, hypnotic swirling to his eyes you'd ever seen.
The moment you'd met eyes with Nagito for the first time, he may as well have attached an invisible string around your heart, tugging and tugging little by little to lure you in with sweetly purred words and kind smiles.
"Please, Nagito, please! Not another one!" You cried out, pressing his mouth into your cunt. He vibrated a moan on your clit, laughing dark and drunk with lust. The look in your eyes, one desperate and so full of the purest hope he'd ever seen, he couldn't get enough of it.
"Say it~" Nagito purred, kitten licking your throbbing, swollen clit in a way that made you grind more needily up into his ministrations. "Say you'll be my precious, delicate pet~ Mine, all mine~ Your body, your blood, everything is all mine~," He nudged his fingers accurately into your sweet spot, groaning and moaning in bliss when your wet, warm walls clamped around his fingers.
"I'm yours, Nagito! I'm all yours, I promise!" You babbled, choking back sobs of pleasure, you'd lost count of how many orgasms that had built up before he'd ruined them. You were reeling, your head was spinning, your entire body quivering with the need to cum. "I'll be a good girl, I promise! Just please, let me cum!"
The fact that he was the one making you feel such intense pleasure, the fact that you needed trash like him to make you cum sent him reeling. His bruising fingers dug more into your flesh. It helped that you were soft, small, and oh so easily pliable.
Corruptible.
"Cum for me, pet~" Nagito purred appreciatively, giving your clit a few long, drawn out and ravenous sucks before you squirted on his tongue, tears of pleasure in your eyes at finally have gotten the release you needed. You didn't even hear yourself pleading for more.
And more Nagito was willing to give you. They say the perfect meal is human flesh for a ghoul. How wrong they were. His tongue lapped at your release, not wanting to waste a drop it was so precious.
He was going to take his time marking up every intimate part of your body. You are his now. His and no else's.
*waves shyly* Nagito Halloween smut 🥺 You know what I like🥰
Hey love! Of course I'll write you a Halloween themed Nagito ❤
⚠︎Warnings:Yandere, obsessive, resemblesDubcon, blood, gore, stalking, breeding, no condoms⚠︎
It's a dark Halloween night when Y/N was out in her Halloween costume, she wore a slutty red riding hood costume for a party.
The skirt rode up her thighs and provided no warmth from the harsh cold month of October. She knew there was a rampid ghoul on the lose, The Lover they call him, but she didn't care for it, thinking it's just some rumors for Halloween.
She left her home after dark to search for the party, unfortunately she wasn't the best with directions and got lost. She wandered for nearly 20 minutes before coming upon a park. There was a large oak tree that cast shadows over the park. The moonlight filtered through its leaves creating soft shadows. She walked up to the big tree and sat against its trunk. Y/N pulled out her phone to check for any messages, she had given up looking for the party. She wouldn't even notice the tall dark figure lurking near, not until she heard him speak.
"What is a sweet girl like you doing out this late? Don't you know how dangerous it is with scum like me around?" He taunted a bit, she turned to see a tall, lean male with white hair and the greyest eyes. He didn't seem like he tried much for Halloween, just some 'fake' blood thrown on him like a mess, other then that he was in normal clothing.
You turn your nose and scoff
"What's it to you? You're not even properly dressed to be out here" You report, however you couldn't deny you felt captured by his gaze. it was something about him that lured you to him. It was almost hypnotic, you barely even got that retort out.
He chuckled, finding you quite entertaining, seeing your feeble attempts to avoid him, he began walking towards you. He stopped inches away from you. "Why don't I walk you home? I promise to make sure you're protected", he asked softly. His voice sounded so seductive like it was trying to lull you into believing everything would be okay.
" S-sure.. better in parties of two right? " she spoke with a shy voice, she was slowly falling for his lure, his sky smirk was all it took for her to willingly take him to her home.
She stood up and grabbed her jacket and shoes, "Let's go" she said softly.He offered his arm to escort her back home while keeping an eye on her. Once again the two were walking through the dark streets of the city. Y/N could feel his warm touch against her hand and she found herself relaxing in his presence."I'm Y/N, by the way". She said shyly."My name is Nagito Komaeda, pleasure to meet you Y/N" he replied kindly and with a smile. They soon arrived to her apartment, walking in together, she would go to the kitchen to make dinner for the two.
"sorry I didn't expect company heh.. but what do you like to eat? I can make some chicken wings! " she said with a smile as she looked through her cabinet, not realizing he was slowly coming up behind her until she felt his hot breath against her neck and his hands holding her hips.
"you know.. I'm feeling more of thigh guy, I'm sure you don't mind right love? " he purrs as his hand moves to grab her thigh, just as she is sighing in pleasure his teeth sank into her neck, her blood tasted so sweet.. too sweet.. She screamed in pained pleasure, she didn't realize she was caught in the clutches of the Lover, it was then he realized something and moved from her neck, licking her stonging skin, his saliva having a healing property. He looked at her with a harsh stare, looking over her. She could see her own blood on his faces, his sharp fangs and his long tongue licking the blood.
"I'm feeling lucky tonight, I'll give you a choice, submit to me, give me a part of you to consume and be my sweet mate and survive or.. fight it and see how far you can get" he taunts sweetly, she felt funny, she felt hot. Did he have a venom? She shuttered and thought for a moment before speaking.
"M-My right eye.. I don't see well out of it anyways" some would call her crazy for doing this, she just couldn't resist him.
His smirk widened as he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to the bedroom . As they entered she gasped in pain as he roughly pressed her onto the bed, straddling her as he leaned down to kiss her neck again, "now let me taste it" his voice was low, she whimpered in response, he growled lowly, licking her neck again before biting it, this time less aggressive but more feral. It was like he was in heat, rutting up against her with a feral need. She whimpered as he continued sucking and biting her skin, his teeth grazing her throat and drawing blood from it. When she was finished, she cried out in pain as she saw blood on her clothes and on his lips."You will be mine now, I will consume you and be happy" his voice seemed deeper now, she felt his throbbing cock press against her weeping cunt, growling against her neck he slammed himself into her, taking her whole.
She screamed in pleasured pained, squirming under him as he pounds into her, breeding her, taking her as his. She feels so full, her walls tightening with every thrust of his hard cock. She could feel her climax approaching, his thrusts becoming more forceful and faster, she could feel a wave of euphoric bliss roll off him as he releases inside of her. He moaned loudly as the last bit of cum dripped from his leaking cock, filling her full of his seed. He groaned with a sly smirk
"Now rest, you'll be mated to me when you awake my love" He bit her neck one last time, she suddenly felt very tired, the pleasure she felt fading from her, "Sleep my lovely little Y/N, rest.. and remember your place, you belong to me now..."he whispered against her ear before kissing her passionately once more, now he will extract her promise to him and for the final piece of their mating rituals as a ghoul and human
In the bustling metropolis of Mondstadt, where the air crackled with energy and vibrant life, Y/N reigned supreme as a revered alchemist. Her name resonated through the streets, whispered with a mixture of admiration and awe. Days dissolved into nights as she delved into the arcane world of potions and elixirs, her nimble fingers dancing across cauldrons and vials, infusing her creations with a touch of magic. It was a life steeped in enchantment, a symphony of bubbling brews and swirling mists.
Unbeknownst to her, fate had conspired to spin its threads of destiny around her very being. The sun, basking in its golden glory, cast a benevolent gaze upon the city, as if foreshadowing the turn of events that awaited her. As the morning rays streamed through the tiny windows of her cozy workshop, they painted the room with a soft, ethereal glow. Shadows danced upon the wooden shelves that held her prized ingredients, each jar a treasure trove of possibilities.
Yet, amidst the rhythmic symphony of her alchemical pursuits, a gentle knock pierced the air, resonating through the tranquil space. Y/N, curious and intrigued, opened the door, only to be greeted by a sight that stirred something within her. Aether, the Traveller, stood before her, his eyes shimmering with wonder and admiration. Rumors of her beauty, both inside and out, had reached his ears, but the reality surpassed any expectation he had harbored.
Aether, a valiant honorary knight of Mondstadt, was renowned for his courage and his unwavering dedication to the realm and its inhabitants. His exploits were whispered in taverns and sung in ballads, each tale emphasizing his selflessness and the boundless compassion he held for those in need. But on this particular day, he found himself in a different kind of predicament, one that tugged at the deepest recesses of his heart.
Caught in the tempestuous whirlwind of emotions, he bared his soul to Y/N, his voice trembling with vulnerability and longing. The words flowed from his lips, a torrent of confession that spilled forth like a river eager to breach its banks.
"In the midst of a moonlit night, the air was heavy with anticipation. Y/N stood before him, their presence casting a mesmerizing glow that seemed to illuminate the darkness surrounding them. With every word he uttered, his voice trembled with a mixture of vulnerability and unwavering passion.
"Y/N," he began, his voice a gentle melody that hung in the air, "I can no longer bear the weight of this concealed affection that resides deep within my soul. It has grown into an uncontrollable flame, consuming my every thought and breath. The love I hold for you transcends the realms of time and space, reaching heights that defy the limits of the human heart."
As he confessed, his words became a symphony of emotions, each note reverberating through the very essence of their being. His love, like a fragile blossom yearning for the sun's caress, unfurled before them, revealing its delicate petals, glistening with the dew of devotion.
It was a declaration that transcended mere words, a fervent plea that echoed in the quiet corners of their shared existence. In that moment, he bared his soul, laying bare the depths of his affection and longing, like a painter revealing his masterpiece to the world.
With every syllable, the atmosphere shifted, as if the universe itself held its breath, silently awaiting the response that hung in the balance. The weight of his confession filled the night, intertwining with the stars that shimmered above, forming constellations of hope and desire.
As the echoes of his heartfelt words faded into the night, a pregnant pause filled the space between them. Time seemed to slow, suspended in a moment that held the potential to shape their destinies.
it was unfortunate for him though, she did not feel the same, she wanted to focus on her work, she had no time for love in her life.
"Aether.. I'm sorry but.. my lifes work is my love, look I need to get back to my-" Interrupted by Aether who's hand shot out to grab her arm when she tried to retreat into her home, he wasn't taking no for an answer. He was the honorary Knight, capable of many feats, what is it that she wants? Money? Fame? He can give it all to her.
As some of Inazuma called him 'a Yandere', he seemed very obsessive and even possive of Y/N, never once looking at anyone else like he looked at her, he was going to have her for himself, even if she didn't want him back.
With a sigh, he gently pulled her along, refusing to let her escape him again, as always. As he dragged her along through the winding streets, he could hear her protests, but couldn't quite hear her words over the cacophony of sounds around them. A strange sort of silence fell between them, Aether was bound and determined to have her for himself, taking her to Windrise.
"Remember when we first met? I was talking to Venti when you where gathering samples from the flora, you looked stunning, just like you do now-"
"Aether stop it! This isn't a romantic evening-"
"what do you mean? I'm taking you on a date where we met, don't you appreciate that? the hard work I do to protect Teyvat and you can't even date me? " His voice was harsh, a side of him she's never seen before.
Even though she knew he was only trying to protect her, his actions spoke louder than words and the look on his face told her all she needed to know about the state of his feelings.
She struggled against him, her attempts futile. She tried to pull herself away, to run as fast as she could, but it proved futile. The strong grip that held her captive kept her firmly in place, her struggles turning more frantic as panic set in. What if he really did love her? Would she regret her decision? Was this how love felt?
Her struggle increased exponentially until eventually, she gave up, defeated as Aether's grip grew tighter yet firmer.
They soon arrive to the beautiful tree, his mood changed as he smiled as if he wasn't taking her against her will.
"Here we will consummate our love and be together as one" he proclaim making her blood run cold.
Before she could think about running he already grabbed her, pushing her against the tree as his soft lips smash into her own in a heated kiss, his hands grasping her arms, keeping her locked in place. Despite her resistance and attempts at freeing herself, she couldn't break free. She couldn't breathe. The intensity of Aether's kiss overwhelmed her senses, rendering her completely unable to move. his hands over her body as his mouth moved her neck, her whines could be heard as he bit into the skin, marking her for himself, his hands were nimble and fast, an especially skilled swordsman. He continued to assault her, leaving marks on her throat and collarbone. Hers and his clothing fell to the ground, she tried to cover up but he stopped her
"𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺" he purred as he shoved two fingers in her mouth
"𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴" he taunts as a hand felt her breast.
She had no choice but to obey, shuttering as she sucked on his fingers, it wouldn't take long for then to be soaked enough, pulling them away and pushing them into her wet cunt.
"𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦" taunting her as his fingers spread her cunt, preping her for the main event. He groaned at how wet she was, proud it was because of him.
After inserting two more fingers, he began rubbing her clit, the sensation driving Y/N wild. Her eyes fluttered closed as she arched into his touch, letting his hands guide her into ecstasy. It felt so wrong yet so right, she didn't love him yet her body acted as if it did.
He continued teasing her, slowly pumping his fingers at a rapid rate. She felt her climax reaching, whimpering as her slick gushed out, covering his fingers and wrist, he pulled his fingers out and licked them, his eyes held a predatory look, one that would swallow her up whole. She was lost in them before feeling something hot and hard against her clothes, his throbbing cock pressed against her cunt.
"𝘉𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶? " he purred, she tried to speak but was cut off with a yelp when he pushed himself in, bottoming out without giving her much of a chance to adjust.
He held her tightly against the tree while she struggled to regain control over her breathing, her mind reeling and still unable to process exactly what was going on.
"A-Aether-" she whimpered, moaning at the feeling, she struggled but nothing helped, it onto stirred him further into this heated rutting. His cock throbbing in her as he could feel her coming apart in his arms.
"I'll make you come again and again until you're begging for more, I swear to whatever Archon that's listening that I'm gonna make you scream my name!"
He was panting heavily, unaware of a certain wind born Bard watching from within the large tree. His pace picked up, his balls slapping against her ass as he drives himself further towards his ultimate goal, to make her his, to breed her.
The sight of it, of the beautiful woman that has captured his heart, laying underneath him in the grass, whimpering under him, her hands tugging on the hairs in his head and her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, as he pounds into her relentlessly, her cries ringing in his ears and in his heart.
"𝘉-𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦" he groaned as he felt his cock throb, his cum spilling into her as her walls clamp against his cock, sucking him dry, sending another wave of pleasure through him. He came inside of her once again as his muscles relaxed, his heart beating fast against hers as she lay next to him, completely spent.
Once again she found herself in the grasp of an angry god. Again she'd been caught unawares by someone who meant nothing to her. Aether if anything could be an Archon with his strength and ability, and now he's just caught the best prize of all, a pretty doting wife.
"Let's get married before the children are born, right here under this tree~" he purred, holding her close as her vision fades to black, the exhaustion catching up to her.
You actually did it, you managed to escape the Balladeer, a feat none has every gotten but you. On the run now you hid in a small town outside of Inazuma. Your plan was to hide in the City of Freedom, it seemed like the best place to live, away from him. Unfortunately you were still being pursued by him, the very same man who kidnapped you. As if sensing where you were hiding he had already found out your exact location and would be upon you soon. He must have seen that you managed to escape his clutches because of it as well. You didn’t want to see how he punished those that aided you so easily, but for now it was the best option for you. The only way to survive this mess was to find shelter, find allies, and start making plans. You hoped they would help you get through this disaster.
It's been a week since your escape and all seems to be well so far, a small farm had let you stay with them, an older couple took care of it. In exchange of hiding you, you worked on the farm which wasn't too hard. However what seemed to bother you the most was your thoughts, he really had you manipulated, brainwashed into loving him for so long that even though you escaped you can't help but to miss him? It's conflicting everything, you yearned for his touch, his hold yet repulsed by it.
All this and more went through your head at night when you slept and when you got up in the morning. It's just so confusing and frustrating and you felt like crying. This situation isn't good or healthy, you're stressed beyond belief. You need to make it through this so you can move on, then hopefully things will finally clear out.
That morning was went you felt your heart stop, you where in the barn tending to the animals when you could hear his voice outside, he had found you and he was so close to his prize. Following the sound of Electro sparking and the couple screaming you quickly tried to make your way out the back only to run into a large Fatui Harbinger, Childe. He must've aided Scaramouche in finding you, looking down at you with a smirk he managed to grab you before you could scramble to your feet, crying and shouting as the Balladeer made his way to you. Slowly striding up as if this was a fun game for him.
"You had your fun, you tried but failed miserably, maybe next time try not to leave such a visable path in your wake" He hissed annoyed as he got closer, you close your eyes looking away as you felt him put something on your neck, peeking an eye open you see a collar on your neck with a chain lead to his hand.
"She looks quite cute with it, maybe you should've put it on her before this and she wouldn't have escaped" Childe said letting go now that you're in the collar. He only earned a scoff from the Balladeer "I didn't think I needed to, I thought she learned her place" His electric eyes glaring holes into your soul as you felt electro travel up the chain shocking you slightly "I'll be sure to not make that mistake again, let's go this place is filthy and disgusting" yanking on your chain as he walked, Childe travelling behind you to make sure you couldn't escape.
That night was brutal, chained to his bed in nothing but the cute collar you wore for him, just for him. Your body on display for the Balladeer, he took notice that most of the markings he placed on you had faded, maybe he waited too long to play your game, he needed to remind you who you belonged to. You were just another piece on his chessboard, a pawn used to get him what he wanted. But now, he was going to teach you lesson after lesson on how to obey, how to submit to him, how to please him.
His hands feeling your body sending electro through you, watching your body twitch pathetically under him. "You're such a disobedient whore, ill make sure you'll never think of leaving me again, you'll stay by my side until your mortal life runs out, you hear me!? " he shouted sending more electro into you causing a painful scream, warning signs chuckled from him. Your body decorated in these marvelous electro strikes, scaring into your skin, something that won't fade. He enjoyed it, he loved torturing you. The worst part is that you can feel the pleasure coming off of him as you whimpered in pain. A smile forming on his face once seeing your reaction "See what happens if you disobey?"
He continued his assault feeling his cock press against your entrance "I won't be preparing you, you'll just have to learn to take me as your master or accept the pain of punishment. " he laughed shoving himself into you, your back arching in pain and pleasure mixed. Your mind breaking under it all, his cock making a visable bump on your lower abdomen, his hand pressing on it smirking "I'll never get over how well your small supple body takes me so well, you'll never take anyone else like this so stop even trying to escape me, you're mine and mine alone" he hissed as his hips snap into yours harshly . His hand pressed onto your neck forcing you down "I know you're afraid of me but I'm here to save you."
As you felt more volts enter your system the Balladeer leaned in to kiss your lips harshly, claiming you as his own. "You'll soon recognize me as your god, submit to me while you still have a will Mortal! "
he ordered thrusting in deeply inside of you, causing more shocks as he began to pound inside of you "Don't forget you belong to me!"
He fucked you hard and fast and deep, your body convulsing with pleasure in each thrust, tears streaming down your face and gasps escaping from your mouth. He groans as he releases deep, his seed spilling into you, filling you up, you whimpering from the intense pleasure and he smiles "My good little slut" he praised thrusting his hips one final time before pulling out, wiping himself down and yourself soly so his bed doesn't get too ruined. Releasing you on your bonds only to keep his collar and chain tied to the bed post. "Stay here, try to escape again and next time I won't stop Childe from using more extreme measures in finding you" he hissed a warning before leaving the room.
