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"You're glorifying a fictional murderer!" NO I'M NOT!!!!!!I'm sexualizing him.

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Your Yan!Elliott posts are endlessly fascinating to me. I propose an idea for you if you are up for it: Yan!Elliott finally has his prize all to himself, only to learn he's simply done the job for them. He's not the only obsessed one. He's not got his prize caged up. No no. He's caged with them. Wasn't it always rather odd that his target of infatuation quickly learned everything about him, his schedules, his interests, his favorite foods? Did he ever even notice? (Based a little on the fact that--let's be real--we players are the weird ones)

Omg thank you! :) And true, I would 100% be considered the creep if my farmer's behavior imitated my own irl behavior haha T_T

I made Reader a lot more smug than I normally do. I hope this is good!!

Yandere!Elliott x Reader

Tags/warnings: Suggestive, drugging, mentioned stalking, dubcon (kinda but not really), yandere x yandere, gender neutral reader

Sometimes Elliott felt like he didn't even need to stalk you around the town. He'd walk out of his cabin, camera, binoculars, and caffeine gathered for a stakeout, only for you to be waiting outside with a smile on your face. That same smile that made him feel like he was soaring.

Not only that, but you knew just what he liked. Granted, he'd like anything if it were from you, but he had a whole year's supply worth of pomegranates and ink stocked up in his cabin.

He didn't even want to put either to use, treasuring each item you gave him like a rare gem. He did eventually crack and eat the pomegranates though. He was only human, after all!

There was no doubting it. You were perfect.

Each time he'd write lengthy letters to you, all from your "secret admirer", he'd watch your expressions. You always looked delighted to have received a letter. Though you never once attempted to find out who was sending you them. Elliott wondered if maybe you already knew, but never wanted to get his hopes up.

He made sure to describe how stunning you were in every letter he wrote. It was important for you to know how perfect you were. So perfect, that you didn't deserve to be around anyone else. No one would ever love you as much as Elliott did.

Despite the countless gifts he had received from you, despite you seeming to know his schedule down to a T, he was still determined he needed to win your affection over. All because he needed more.

He needed to hold you. He needed to taste you. He needed to marry you. He needed you.

"Hey, Elliott!"

The writer turned opened his door, delighted to see you. It was a rainy day, which was when he always stayed inside, save for stalking you at specific hours. You'd usually visit him on rainy days, and naturally he'd always be quick to invite you in. He knew you were likely coming over, which was why he already had a nice dinner prepared and everything.

"Come in, please," he said, holding the door open. You hurried inside and removed your wet raincoat, hanging it on the coat rack. Elliott headed straight for the kitchen, where he dished out the dinner he had prepared, along with the spiked wine.

He didn't have any awful intentions, of course! He just... wanted you to himself for a little longer than you normally stayed. That wasn't so wrong, was it? He wanted to savor this.

Besides, it wasn't like it was the first time he had done this.

"How are you?" he asked, sitting down at the table across from you. He waited eagerly for you to take a sip of the wine.

"I'm okay," you replied, giving him a smile that made his heart melt. "Just exhausted. I spent all day working."

He knew. He watched you.

"Then let me give you a nice relaxing time," he suggested, making sure to sound polite as he could. "Drink some more wine. Tell me all about your day." He didn't even realize his lovesick smile listening to you talk. He was excited for you to become sleepy and less aware of your surroundings. Then he could hold you and kiss you and you wouldn't even remember a thing the next morning.

It was honestly the only thing keeping him from going insane. He could be creepy as he wanted with you and you wouldn't even care. Although he'd use the term "romantic" instead.

After he nearly finished his own drink, he noticed his mind becoming hazy. He was a bit of a lightweight, he'd admit, but it took more than one glass to get him feeling like this. He tried to blink the dizziness from his own eyes, and could make out your eyes on him and a smirk on your face.

"Oh no, are you okay? You don't look so good," you feigned innocence. Even through his hazy state, Elliott could hear the smug grin in your voice.

"D-Did... did you...? Are you...?" He couldn't form a coherent sentence.

"Yep," you confirmed. "You've done it to me several times now, figured I'd return the favor. It's only fair, right?"

He should have been angry or upset about this, but he wasn't. Instead, his cheeks turned bright red as he stared at you in a dumbfounded awe. He didn't know what he was feeling right now, but it definitely wasn't anger. Arousal, anticipation, delight... maybe a mixture of all three.

"To be fair," you continued, "I never was really drugged. Just pretended to be, because I wanted to see what you would do." His breath hitched when you straddled his lap, holding his tie in your hand. "Just to see how far you'd take things."

"Y-You..." He never thought he'd see the day where his words failed him. But how was he supposed to speak when you were on his lap looking so delectable? He subconsciously licked his lips as he drank in every detail of your body. The way your chest rose and fell, your breaths as heavy as his, your eyes clouded with lust. He could only imagine how much of a fool he looked right now.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" Your voice was soft, sweet. "Did you think I'd never find out?"

Elliott paused for a moment before chuckling. He rested his hands on your thighs and massaged them gently. "You know me too well, darling." He placed a gentle kiss to your throat. "How did you know?"

"How did I know you were spiking my drinks?" You giggled and kissed his ear. "Because you're not subtle at all." You licked a stripe down his neck, enjoying the shivers you felt from him. "And because I want you just as much as you want me."

He placed his forehead against yours and let out a shaky sigh. "I... I'm very relieved to hear that." He didn't even bother to hide his erection pressing against you. "If I could, I'd tell you just how much I adore you. But..." He trailed off, growing more deadweight. His head fell forward against your chest as he struggled to keep his eyes open. "I love you. I love you so much."

You rolled your eyes at how dramatic he was being. "You'll be fine, love," you whispered. "And I love you, too."

Despite Elliott falling limp into your arms, he refused to loosen his grip on you the entire night. Or the morning to come.

#answered ask #yandere #stardew valley #yandere elliott #elliott sdv #sdv elliott #yandere stardew valley #sdv #x reader #yandere x reader #yandere boyfriend #yandere male #yandere x yandere #gn reader

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your yandere jingyuan is so good? omfg he’s gonna be the death of me… I love your writings ^_^

Omg thank you!! That means a lot to me! I love writing him, might do more in the future :D

#answered ask

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Hiii! <3 Could you perhaps write something with Reader cheating on yandere Jingyuan?

I hope this isn't ooc! I love writing for HSR characters but I don't do it often.

Yandere!Jing Yuan x Reader

Tags: NSFW MDNI, cheating, spanking, patronizing behavior, light degradation, sex as punishment, gender neutral reader, implied kidnapping

You couldn't deny you felt shame. Jing Yuan was so sweet, so doting, but he could get so busy sometimes. You loved him, you truly did, but occasionally, it was too tempting to not hook up with someone else. Just a fling, that's all you wanted. Only enough attention to make up for the lack of his while he was on duty. You didn't expect anyone to get murdered over it.

Things were supposed to go out smoothly. Your husband would be gone for the weekend, so you'd have a one-night stand and sneak back home at midnight. You didn't bother hiding the hickeys since you didn't think he'd be home.

However...

"Welcome home, dear. Did you have fun?"

He was there when you walked in. He was lounging on the sofa, eyeing you as you came in, his figure relaxed with one leg crossed over the other. There was no anger on his face. On the contrary, he smiled and looked more content than he had been in a while. But you could see it.

The glimmer in his eyes, the dangerous red that clouded his pupils. He wasn't angry. He was furious.

You flinched, wanting to shrink away into your coat. How were you supposed to explain this? "I..." Your voice came out in a rasp, throat dry and tight. You swallowed down your fear and tried again. "Yes... I did."

Part of you was still foolishly hoping he didn't know about your disloyalty, that you were overthinking his mannerisms.

Perhaps he just happened to be home early because he wanted to see you, and not because he rightfully suspected anything. Maybe you could still cover this up.

He rose from his seat and came towards you. "Did you now?" His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his chest. Your hands shook as they hung by your sides. "Would you like to know what I did, honey?"

It wasn't a question. He didn't care if you did or didn't want to know. He was going to tell you anyway.

His face pressed into your neck, inhaling your scent, humming against your skin. "I followed you." His lips peppered your neck with kisses as his grip tightened. "I have lots of friends in the knights that patrol the area frequently. Imagine my heartbreak when I hear my darling spouse has been sneaking around. I didn't want to believe it, so I had to see for myself."

You trembled in his hold, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Jing Yuan's tone was frighteningly even, but that only scared you more. You could feel him smiling against your skin. Forced and cold.

"When I saw you enter that man's house, I thought to myself: No, there must be an explanation for this. There's no way you would do such a thing." The more he talked, the more painful his grasp got. His nails dug into your side, threatening to puncture your skin. "So I waited outside for a while and sure enough, you came out a mess." His gaze became more narrowed, trailing down to the angry hickeys covering your skin.

"You stunk of alcohol and sweat, with all these nasty marks all over you. Even on your collarbone. Absolutely shameful."

You winced. "I'm sorry-"

"Shh." Jing Yuan's lips covered your own in a deep kiss that tasted of wine. "You were lonely without me, right? You wanted attention. I understand. There's no need to apologize. I know I haven't been paying much attention to you, so it's natural for you to look elsewhere."

Despite his understanding words, you felt trapped. Jing Yuan kissed you again and again, tongue swiping against your lips. You didn't have a choice but to open your mouth and let him in, letting his tongue explore every inch of your mouth.

He usually took his sweet time tasting you, but this time, he was impatient and sloppy. You could only grip his arms, whimpering as he poured all of his pent-up anger into the kiss.

When he pulled away, your knees threatened to give out on you. His mouth remained close, the warmth of his breath grazing your lips.

"You'll just have to make it up to me." His hand slithered under your coat and slid it off, his fingers stroking the marks on your shoulders. "These look painful. I never knew you liked pain. But I guess I never knew you were a whore, either."

His words pierced you like daggers, tears spilling from your eyes as you choked back a sob. Jing Yuan's cold eyes softened at the sight, cooing at you.

"Don't cry, sweetheart. It hurts me too when you cheat." His fingers stroked your cheek, catching some of your tears and licking them off his fingers. "I'll take care of you now, okay? Let me be your husband again." He guided you into the bedroom, pushing you onto the bed. "I'm going to fuck all of him out of you, so when I'm done, you'll only remember me. And all the other men you've seen."

Before you could protest, he flipped you onto your stomach and pulled down your pants. You squealed as his hand came down on your ass, leaving a red mark that would surely bruise later.

His palm was ice cold on your hot skin, soothing the sting from the impact.

"I want to forgive you, but I'm not going to lie to myself. You hurt me. I'd never hurt you like that." He paused, feeling between your legs. "And now you're getting aroused by this? Maybe I really have been neglecting you." He stood up to unbuckle his belt. "Let me remind you what sex feels like with someone who loves you."

You glanced back at him over your shoulder, watching him stroke himself. He looked down at you, an unsettling smile on his face.

"You know I love you, right?"

Jing Yuan climbed onto the bed, fingers tracing up your leg before pressing into your entrance. You whimpered as he eased them inside, not used to being stretched so suddenly. But he didn't care.

He thrust his fingers in and out of you, moving his fingers in scissoring motions to spread you more. You couldn't stop squirming beneath him, struggling to adjust to his pace.

"Answer me," he demanded. His fingers curled inside you.

"I do! I-I do!"

He hummed and removed his fingers, staring down at his hand covered in your wetness. He admired the way his wedding ring glistened in the low lighting, but not for long.

His gaze lowered to your reddened, flustered face, making his cock twitch.

"Good. Because I really do love you." He lifted your hips up, guiding the tip of his cock to your hole. He pushed into you and watched as you squeezed your eyes shut, desperate moans falling from your lips. Your walls wrapped around him, and he wanted nothing more than to absolutely wreck you.

So he did.

His hips snapped against yours at a rough pace, hands gripping your waist tight enough to leave finger-shaped bruises. Your moans and the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. But the way you cried his name was the best song to his ears.

If he weren't mad with jealousy and frustration, he would've taken a few seconds to grab his phone to record. But he needed to chase the image of that man out of your mind first.

He reached around you and started rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. He sunk his teeth into your shoulder, grunting against your skin. His touch sent you spiraling into an orgasm, juices gushing all over his cock.

Your tightening walls drove him towards his climax as well, and he came inside of you with a satisfied groan.

Your eyes were blown wide as you felt his cum fill you up. Jing Yuan panted above you, not having the energy to pull out yet. After a few seconds, he did, watching his seed spill out of you. His hips gave a few lazy thrusts into you as if trying to push it in deeper.

"You took me so well, sweetheart." He laid down next to you, bringing your shaking body close.

"Are you still mad at me?" You breathed in his scent.

He chuckled. "I'm no longer mad. In fact, I'm happy. You just confirmed my suspicions that you can't be trusted on your own."

You didn't like the sound of that. "What do you mean?"

He brought a hand to your neck, stroking the skin there. "You have a wild spirit. So it's only natural that I'd need to watch over you closely, right? So you don't wander off again. How can you cheat on me if I'm the only person you see?" He ignored your frightened expression and snuggled you close to him. "This is for the best. Everything I do is for you, Y/n."

#yandere #yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #yandere jing yuan #jing yuan #jing yuan smut #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #yandere x reader #obsessive love #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere fic

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do u write gorey stuff regarding yanderes?

Yes! I'm perfectly fine writing most violence, including gore!

#answered ask #i've been pretty active in the whump and guro community so take that as you will #watching happy tree friends at the ripe age of 8 may have had something to do with that

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guzzle... sloppy, saucy.....

#the way i’m obsessed with this man

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hello is it ok if i ask what kind of nsfw you feel comfortable writing and your favorite kind of nsfw

I feel comfortable writing pretty much any nsfw! I'm working on some more right now, actually. As long as it isn't anything with underage characters or incest, I'll usually be up for anything.

My favorite kind of nsfw is anything that involves bondage, breeding, dumbification, hypnosis, petplay, medical, tentacles, predator/prey... the list goes on.

I can be awkward writing things I'm not into, but I will try! And there's no kinkshaming here, simply kinks/fetishes I am comfortable writing and ones I am not. So don't be afraid to ask if you're unsure!

#answered ask #tw nsft #tw smut #just in case

[autumnywinter]

could you do some yandere elliott nsfw? i need this man like i need air to breathe i swear-

Just had a surgery this morning, I hope this is coherent because I still feel a lil groggy haha. I tried to make the reader as sexually neutral as I could since I don't do that very often. I hope I did decently ^^;

Yandere!Elliott x Reader

Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Stalking, masturbation, sex toy usage, general creepy behavior, gender neutral reader, no sex specified for reader

For hours at a time, Elliott would follow and stalk you (although he would put it into more light terms) as you went about your business. He wanted to be near you at all times, but the crowding might have scared you away so he made do with spying.

Sometimes Elliott would pretend to accidentally bump into you in town, acting as though it was coincidence that you were on the same street and walking in the same direction.

When you were gone, he sometimes snuck into your home. At first, he would only go to touch your things, the things that had touched you and smelled of you. He would hold up your shirt to his face and breathe in the smell, trying to simulate your embrace.

It wasn't as good as the real thing by any means, but it satiated him for the time being.

He grabbed a discarded pair of underwear on the ground, and didn't even think about his next actions. He brought it up to his face and shakily inhaled. A choked moan escaped his mouth.

Just as he was ready to pocket it and leave, he heard the front door open. He didn't have enough time to crawl out of the window, so he frantically locked himself in your closet. It wasn't the first time he had been in there without your knowledge, but it still filled him with panic each time.

His heart raced as you walked in, humming softly. He peered through louvered slats and saw you taking off your clothes. Elliott covered his mouth with his hand to keep from moaning aloud. His cock throbbed, and he felt ashamed.

You weren't a mere object for his satisfaction, but he couldn't help himself.

You stripped down completely, and he nearly came in his pants when you removed your undergarments and dropped it on the floor. This was so much better than watching you undress through the window.

Sure, he always had binoculars or a camera on you, but the visual was never enough. Now you were just a few feet from him, body ready to be ravished and worshipped.

It took every fiber of his being not to come out of the closet and do it himself. The anticipation was too much. He began to undo his fly as quietly as possible.

He watched as you slowly and sensuously rubbed yourself. He imagined it was him you were thinking of.

Next thing he knew, he was using his free hand to bring the underwear up to his face. It smelled just like he imagined it would, your scent driving him wild.

Like fate, you flopped on the bed and grabbed what he recognized as a dildo. As upset as he was you were using other toys when you could be using his very-real cock, his disdain melted into pleasure again once you started fingering yourself, preparing yourself for it.

He imagined he was the one preparing you for his own cock. He imagined his fingers deep inside you, gently caressing your warm, wet inner walls. He would coax you open, until he would be able to replace his fingers with his leaking cock.

Not without pampering you beforehand, of course.

He ached for you, and had to finally free his erection from the confines of his pants. He shuddered from the cold air against his burning flesh.

He spit into his palm and stroked himself to the rhythm of your fingers. Normally he never used his own spit, but he was too frenzied to care.

The underwear pressed against his nose as he inhaled deeply. It was intoxicating, and he felt more drunk than if he had chugged an entire keg of beer. The scent was pure you, and he would never have it any other way.

You started teasing yourself with the toy, just about the size of his own cock. He wished it was him, filling you up and making you cry out in ecstasy.

A beautiful moan escaped your lips once you slid it inside, slowly. 'That's it, theeere you go, sweetheart,' he cooed to you in his head. He started stroking his cock slower, only to imagine it was him pushing inside you at such a gentle pace. He could be so sweet to you if you just gave him a chance.

You rocked yourself back and forth on the dildo, making a motion so mesmerizing to watch. He couldn't take his eyes off you, even if the view was obscured.

Elliott didn't notice he was drooling pathetically, but he didn't care.

He sped up his pace to yours again. He felt so dirty watching you like this, but he felt too good to stop.

Suddenly, you switched positions and the view got a little better. Now Elliott had the full picture of your entrance accepting the toy so readily.

He envisioned himself hovering over you, and kissing your soft skin while moving in and out of you. Oh, what he'd give to have your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist.

The scenario was set clear in his mind. After a romantic candlelit dinner, he'd make love to you on the bed. The lighting would be dim and sensual, with his scented candles burning pleasantly. He would treat you to a full-body massage first, getting you all loosened up before he made sweet love to you. He would whisper how much he loved you in your ear and cover your face in kisses. He'd make sure you climaxed first, before taking his own.

That is, if he could even control himself. He had came in his pants an embarrassing amount of times just looking at you. He was barely hanging on at this point, but he tried to wait for you to finish first.

Your shift in moans showed you were getting close, so he brought the undergarments down from his face and to his cock. He wrapped them around himself and ardently stroked his cock.

His breath hitched at how intimate it felt, using the garment as a tool for masturbation.

He was teetering on the edge when you suddenly cried out in your orgasm. The noise was a symphony to his ears, and he came soon after.

For a moment, he saw stars. He had masturbated to you countless of times before, but that was the best orgasm he ever had.

His vision returned, and he felt disgusted with himself. He had came in your underwear. He couldn't return it to you now; he was supposed to leave no trace behind. He supposed it'd make another good keepsake.

Elliott's attention turned back to you. You were covered in sweat and catching your breath.

He wished he could cuddle you afterward, stroking your hair and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He'd give you a nice bath, and then order something nice from the restaurant for take-out, since you'd both be exhausted. He knew how much you loved your take-out, anyway.

Elliott rearranged himself into his pants. You stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom, and he quickly gathered your discarded clothes from the floor, along with your used toy.

He wanted to use that opportunity to leave, but he was still too busy composing himself.

You entered your room again with your regular night clothing and passed out on your bed. Elliott peeked through the slats of the closet again to watch you sleep for a couple minutes. It was such a gorgeous sight.

Finally he opened the door, gauging your form for any signs of reaction. He silently sighed in relief when you didn't move. He did his best to not step on anything that would creak under his weight and had to stifle a chuckle. You kicked your covers off of you in your sleep.

He risked pulling them back over you and taking that moment to stare once more at your relaxed expression.

One day you'd be his. He considered himself a patient man.

#answered ask #yandere #stardew valley #sdv #yandere sdv #yandere stardew valley #yandere elliott #elliott sdv #sdv elliott #yandere x you #smut #yandere smut #male yandere #yandere x darling #yandere fic

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Under His Thumb - Yandere!Pantalone x Reader

The urge to write this bastard man overtook me. Kinda modern au? It's hard for me to write in Genshin's universe. Reader is gender neutral, but does wear skirts/dresses.

This is NSFW. MDNI!

Tags: NSFW, dehumanization, pet kink, yandere, gender neutral reader, AFAB reader, abusive power dynamics

Working for Pantalone was the worst. It was one thing to be another Fatui member or an accountant at Northland Bank, but you were much more intimate on the daily with your boss, all because you were his personal assistant. The role meant you were always around, and often, Pantalone would take you along on his meetings, business trips and trips overseas.

As creepy as your boss was, you did feel a little lucky. There were always worse options after all, like being Dottore's personal assistant. Just the thought made you shudder. At least Pantalone, in some regards, could be kind... somewhat.

Pantalone liked to be in charge, and so he kept you on a very tight leash. He wouldn't even let you walk more than a few feet away from him at any given time when out in public, and was usually glued to your side, his hand holding your waist, or guiding you with a hand on the small of your back. You supposed it was mostly to keep others away, and as possessive as it was, at least it meant Pantalone didn't try anything funny with you.

The man was unbearably wealthy, and looked the part. He had his own tailor and stylists, so you were often shopping with him when he needed new clothing. He'd always get you outfits that ranged from sophisticated to revealing. 

"My dear, come out and let me see you," Pantalone said.

You were in a private room of the store, getting changed into new clothes. You took a deep breath, and walked out. It was long and doused in jewels, accentuating your curves. A long slit ran up one leg, giving a nice view of your thigh. 

"Perfect. Come here."

You walked over to where your boss was sitting. He didn't hesitate to put his hands on you, feeling up your body. You closed your eyes and grit your teeth. Pantalone was your boss, and although he didn't force you, it wasn't as if you could refuse him either. You couldn't complain.

"You're so beautiful, my dear. This color really compliments you," Pantalone said. Despite his words constantly switching from nonchalant, to threatening, to flirtatious, he always had his same calm expression and tone. Now was no exception. Pantalone dragged his fingers down the slit on the dress, watching his hand slowly reach up your thigh.

You tried your best to not react to his touch, but Pantalone's hand soon reached the apex of your thighs, and he felt you through the dress.

"Oh?" He sounded surprised. "Were you excited by dressing up for me? That's very unprofessional, Y/n." His tone bordered on teasing. It had to be, since he'd be the biggest hypocrite to scold you on professionalism.

"Sorry, sir," was all you could mumble. Pantalone removed his hand, and you took a step back.

"That's enough, we'll be taking this one. Have it wrapped for me," Pantalone told the shop assistant.

You breathed a sigh of relief as the shop assistant helped you change back into your clothes. When you left the room, Pantalone had already paid for the dress, and was waiting for you at the entrance. You trailed behind him as you always did, trying to keep your distance, but not too far where he'd need to reel you back in.

Pantalone walked you both to the limo, and a Fatui guard helped pack up the few other items he purchased today. When you got into the car, Pantalone's hand was immediately on your thigh, and you tensed.

"Sir, not in the car, please," you whispered.

"Then keep quiet."

And you did just that. Pantalone slipped his hand up your skirt, feeling his way to your panties. He pushed them aside, and his fingers started exploring your folds, prodding around for your clit. He didn't have much room to work with, and yet you felt him run circles around your clit. You closed your eyes, trying to find comfort in the leather seat beneath you.

"Spread your legs a little for me," Pantalone whispered. You complied, and you felt him slowly insert a finger inside of you. The position was uncomfortable, but Pantalone's fingers were long and boney, and were able to hit your sensitive spots like nothing else.

Pantalone did not try to be gentle either, and was thrusting his fingers inside of you, curling them and fucking you with them. His other hand was still on your thigh, occasionally gripping it whenever you'd accidentally buck your hips from pleasure. You felt shameful as you continued to allow him to touch you.

You came embarrassingly fast. Your boss tutted. "That didn't take very long, Y/n." He pulled his fingers out of you, and looked at the juices dripping from them. He held his fingers up to your lips. "Open." You took his fingers into your mouth, closing your lips around them and sucking. You tasted yourself, and Pantalone hummed in approval. "Good job." He removed his fingers from your mouth, and put them in his own, cleaning off any traces of your fluids.

The limo finally arrived back at his office in Snezhnaya. Pantalone stepped out first, and you followed. You couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious. Although it was discreet, there was still a wet spot on your skirt.

When you both entered his office, he closed the door behind you.

"On the desk," Pantalone said.

You shivered at his tone. You made your way to his desk, and hopped up on top of it, spreading your legs and hiking up your skirt to give him full access. Pantalone walked towards you, his demeanor cold as ice, yet the lust in his eyes was unmistakable. He rubbed his clothed crotch against you. You felt his hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants.

"Undress me."

Of course you were quick to oblige, reaching down and undoing his belt, then his pants. You pulled out his cock, and gave it a few pumps. Pantalone grabbed your wrist.

"Patience, dear, we have plenty of time." He bent you over his desk, pushing some paperwork out of the way, and spreading your legs further apart. You heard him fumbling around in his drawer, then the familiar pop of a bottle of lube opening. Soon his cock was lining up with your hole, and he rubbed it up and down, teasing you. Then he pushed inside you.

Pantalone started with a slow rhythm, but before long he was fucking into you relentlessly. His grip on your waist was bruising, and every few thrusts he would slam inside of you.

"Archons, you're always so tight, Y/n."

His cock brushed your cervix with every thrust, and you were reduced to a moaning mess. You gripped the edge of the desk for support, and he leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back. Pantalone was breathing heavily, and was mumbling things under his breath. You could make out the words 'perfect' and 'mine'. It was his usual spiel, something you never questioned.

Pantalone moved a hand to your breast, and groped it through the fabric of your shirt. You moaned, and he started nipping at the back of your neck, leaving a trail of bite marks that would definitely show tomorrow. His thrusts were starting to grow sloppy, and you knew he was close. You were too.

You came first, a high-pitched moan escaping your lips. Pantalone cursed, and shortly after you felt his hot cum fill you up. He stopped thrusting, but didn't pull out. You felt him still pulsing inside of you, and he was breathing heavily. You allowed yourself to relax underneath him, and you could feel his heart beating through his chest, pressed against your back.

"My darling Y/n," he mumbled. "So good for me." Pantalone was rubbing his hands all over you, almost as if he was trying to calm himself. You were nearly drifting off, but suddenly he was pulling out of you, and you could feel his seed dripping from your hole and down your thighs. 

Pantalone quickly fumbled with his pants, zipping them up, then turned you around and laid you on your back on his desk. You looked up at him, dazed.

"So pretty," he muttered. He pursed his lips together. "Every day it gets a little harder to resist." Pantalone was running his fingers up and down your sides. You watched him curiously as he seemed to be deliberating something. Then he dipped down, and caught your lips in a kiss.

It wasn't the first time Pantalone had kissed you, but it wasn't as possessive as it usually was. It was gentle, and almost loving. Your lips moved against his slowly, and you could feel him running a hand through your hair. When he pulled away, you stared at him in shock. Pantalone tilted his head, staring back at you with the same gaze as always.

"I think it's time."

You blinked. "Time for what?"

He smiled softly, and pushed a strand of hair away from your face. "Do you know how frustrating it is to have you so close yet so far from me? To have you be mine in all but name?"

You frowned, your mind slowly piecing things together. "Are you referring to... marriage?"

Pantalone's smile widened. "I want that, yes, but that wasn't exactly what I meant. I want you to simply be more than my personal assistant. I want you to live with me, I want to wake up to you by my side. I wouldn't rush you into marriage right away. You still need to adapt to my lifestyle before anything of that sort is necessary."

The way he brought up the conversation sounded like he was miraculously asking for your consent, but you were quick to realize his kindness was just a show. You heard a click around your neck. It was hard to look down and see what it was, but it felt padded and too large to be one of the many necklaces he had bought you before.

It was a collar.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you were suddenly filled with panic. "Sir... Pantalone..." you stammered. "This is--"

"Dottore helped me make this, although I designed it myself." Pantalone dragged his thumb over the elegant engravings of the collar. "You look quite lovely in it. There's a tracker in here at all times, and if you try to take it off, or step out of range of the tracker, it will send a high voltage electric shock. I'm not cruel, so the shock won't seriously hurt you. But it's enough to incapacitate you. I'd be willing to give you freedom if you wore this at all times."

"Why?" you choked out.

Pantalone raised a brow. "Why? Don't ask such silly questions. I want you to stay safe, and with me." He stepped in closer to you, his eyes wide and the edge of his lips twitching. "It's already taking all my self-control not to drag you to my bedroom and lock you in there. And you'd be able to live out the rest of your days in comfort, surrounded by luxury. But I doubt that's what you want, is it?"

"No," you rasped. You didn't notice how your whole body was shaking.

"As expected. So this is the next best option," Pantalone responded. "But if you'd prefer a third option, I have a lovely cage I can put in my office. It has plenty of room for you to stretch your legs." You looked horrified. "What's with that expression, hm? You're already my pet. You've been my pet for a while now."

His words made your skin crawl. You had overheard a few people referring to you as "Regrator's prized pet". You always dismissed the comments, since they were untrue in your mind. You were Pantalone's personal assistant, and if he got his kicks from using you in an intimate way, that was part of the job too. But this was different. This was dehumanzing in the worst way.

"Of course," Pantalone said, interrupting your thoughts, "it doesn't need to be this way forever. I just need to ensure your loyalty to me." 

"How can I be loyal if you're forcing me to?" you snapped.

"Forcing?" Pantalone feigned offense. "Am I not giving you a choice? I believe I've given you multiple. Would you prefer if I passed you down to Dottore? I'm sure he'd love a new experiment. He could make you much more willing, I'm sure."

You tried your best not to grimace. Dottore had the reputation of being the most sadistic Harbinger, and the thought of having to work for him was mortifying.

Pantalone watched as your expression twisted. He smiled again, a ghost of one, and his eyes crinkled slightly. "My dear Y/n, it doesn't need to be so negative. You are mine, yes, but I take care of what is mine. I only want to keep you safe. Nothing will hurt you if you're by my side." He gently rubbed your cheek with his gloved fingers, and you closed your eyes. You tried not to let yourself be fooled by his gentle demeanor.

There was no escaping a man with his power and wealth. It didn't matter what you chose. Pantalone was always going to find a way to get you under his thumb, one way or another. But at least you had some say in this.

"I'll wear the collar."

"I'm glad that's been settled. I'd be more than happy to house you in my room, but I'm patient." He bent down to kiss you again. "I love you, Y/n." I own you.

#yandere #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #yandere pantalone #pantalone #genshin pantalone #genshin impact pantalone #reader insert #pantalone smut #reader imagine #male yandere

[autumnywinter]

Hey, this is the anon from the Elliot dream ramble. Someone on Nexus updated the mod for 1.6 in the comments. It works smoothly so far and fixed cutscenes that weren't loading. It's also supposed to add new dialogue for festivals. You should totally check it out if you want to :P

Omg tysm! I'll definitely check that out soon!!

#answered ask

[autumnywinter]

Yandere Elliot Mod spoiler///

IDK if it was a combo of that Yandere Merman Elliot post and the fact I was scarred from the divorce route of the Yandere Elliot mod, but I had the craziest dream where Elliot was actually a Merman and he survived. The weirdest part was that he laid eggs? Or made the farmer lay eggs? It was the weirdest cope of my life and I think I'm gonna stick with the silly head canon than confront the truth that he’s gone lol.

This isn't really a request but more of a ramble and I feel like you're partly to blame for this insanity (/j)

I get dreams like these too, I blame my own fics and all the other fucked up (endearingly) fics I consume as well lmao

You've made me feel compelled to write more yandere merman Elliott featuring eggs

#answered ask #I wish I could play the yandere Elliott mod for the 39485th time but alas... 1.6 update

[autumnywinter]

thoughts on yandere merman elliott. NOW /hj

FDAIURHFAUIHFUIAHFIAHEI

I forgot how much of a monsterfucker I am 😭 here's a lil scenario I made in my head. Also since these are all headcanons, I now headcanon Willy owns a truck for the sake of convenience. Just like I headcanon Elliott's cabin is bigger and has more furniture than it actually does lol.

Also I kinda imagine merman Elliott to be slightly different from regular Elliott. Less naturally charming and more comparable to an eager to please golden retriever.

You often fish at the dock by the sea, and Elliott curiously watches you from a distance. He's wary of any humans that aren't Willy, but something about you enraptures him.

He asks Willy about you, being the only human who knows of his existence. Willy tells him what he knows about you, thinking it's sweet he has an obvious lil crush on you.

The more Elliott learns, the more he becomes obsessed. Slowly but surely, he'll work up the courage to talk to you, when it's darker out and you're the only human at the beach. If you freak out, he'll apologize profusely and try to calm you down.

Once you start talking more regularly, Elliott starts begging for you to join him in the water. He'll take it as an opportunity to cuddle you and float around with you on him like a sea otter with its baby

But soon that won't become enough for him. When you start getting more busy, he'll become upset.

What are you doing instead of spending time with him?? Who are you talking to instead of him???

He starts begging you to take him to your home with you, but of course you shut down the idea pretty quickly. He's offended and hurt, but doesn't let it show.

Then he gets an idea. If he could convince Willy to put him in the bed of his truck and drive him to your house, then everything will work out! He could easily convince him that this was already something he talked out with you beforehand.

And his plan works! He shows up on your doorstep.

Y/n:

Elliott: Hello!! :) Are you happy to see me, my love?

Y/n: You gotta be kidding me...

You reluctantly welcome him into your home, and Elliott is fascinated with everything, but most of all, you. He's clumsily crawling up the couch and pulling you into his arms, getting upset when you insist he sleeps in the bathtub.

He's also extremely fascinated with your anatomy. That's what he insists anyway, when he's being a little too touchy.

Most nights, you'll wake up with him holding you, tail wrapped around you as much as it can be, just to hold you close to him.

Whenever you leave, he either dramatically mopes or gets slightly accusatory, whether you're dating or not. As long as you reassure him, he'll let it go, but he'll always be a hater of whoever you choose to spend your time with when you both could be cuddling and watching tv with him instead.

Very fascinated with human media and inventions. Learns a lot of songs he views as romantic. 100% hums 'I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire' to you.

When you do start dating, he becomes even MORE clingy and flirtatious. Praises you for the smallest things, giving you at least a 1000 kisses a day.

Since he learns how to use phones, he's often calling Willy. Tells him to collect some seashells and drop them off while you're gone. He totally makes a necklace out of them and gives it to you, a matching one for himself to show you're officially mates now!

He's not very dangerous as a yandere already, so as a merman he'd be even less so, but he still is just as possessive and obsessive.

He has a harder time masking his creepy behavior since he's never interacted with anyone to really tell him off, nor has he witnessed others doing the same. May ask Willy for more ideas on how to woo you.

Overall, he's still a romantic and possessive/obsessive as ever. Just has much less shame as he normally would.

#answered ask #yandere #yandere elliott #elliott sdv #sdv elliott #stardew elliott #stardew valley #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #sdv #yandere merman #can imagine elliott kicking his nonexistent legs as he rants about how amazing you are over the phone #and willy exasperatedly listening to it all with his fuckgin nokia or something

[autumnywinter]

Watching Fallout rn. I now headcanon Harper to sound like Snip Snip

#dol #degrees of lewdity #harper dol #dol harper #harper the doctor #degrees of lewdity harper #someone please agree with me

[autumnywinter]

I love not proofreading, because my dumbass will press 'post now' after briefly scanning it over, and then several hours/days later I randomly decide to read my writing in full am just like. Oh no.

#even though no one typically points out my obvious mistakes in writing i always get unnecessarily anxious about it

[autumnywinter]

can you pretty pls do more yandere elliot?

I hope this is good! I don't know if it's obvious or not, but he's my favorite character to write for.

Yandere!Elliott x Reader

Tags: Stalking, manipulation, mentioned blackmail, gender neutral reader

From the day you and Elliott met, you had become pretty close. Moving made it pretty hard to befriend anyone, especially due to your schedule, but Elliott seemed always available for you, always nearby and ready for a conversation. You and him had practically became best friends within the first few months of knowing each other. Elliott was a sweet guy, one that you cherished as a good friend.

Over the time you had moved, you had been trying to get back into dating. Elliott was supportive, and was always there to cry on when you were inevitably ghosted or dumped after one date.

This one really hurt, however. You were really into this person you had a date with, just for them to never speak again after the second date.

You turned to the one person you felt like would always be there for you. Elliott. You knocked on the door of his cabin, trying not to cry. It was pouring rain outside, soaking you to the bone. Your clothes clung to your skin, hair soaked and dripped down to your neck uncomfortably.

Elliott opened the door, worry immediately painting his face when he saw you shivering violently in front of him. "Y/n! What happened? Come inside, it's freezing out there!" He ushered you inside quickly, shutting the door behind you both. Elliott helped take off your jacket, hanging it up near the fireplace to dry it quicker.

"I'm sorry for showing up unannounced," you mumbled.

"Don't apologize, it's alright. Here, let me get you some dry clothes," Elliott said. He rushed into the restroom, coming back out with a fluffy purple towel and a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants.

It made you feel a little better imagining him own and wear such casual clothing. He had a huge vocabulary, but "casual" wasn't exactly something you assumed was in his dictionary. Even now, he was dressed in a beige turtleneck and black slacks.

Elliott dried your hair off with the towel gently, making sure to get all of the water out as best as he could. He then handed the clothing to you, turning around politely so you could change without him looking.

You quickly stripped from your wet clothing, putting on Elliott's warm, dry clothing instead. They smelled like ink and pine. Kind of like the trees that grew around your home.

"I'm done. Thanks," you told him.

He turned back around to face you. His cheeks were dusted pink, looking you up and down. Elliott cleared his throat and broke away his stare. "Of course. Do you want something to drink? I recently bought some hot chocolate, but I have tea too."

"Hot chocolate sounds nice," you responded quietly. Elliott smiled and went into the kitchen, returning shortly with two mugs of hot cocoa. He handed you one, sitting down on the couch next to you. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close, to the point where you were basically laying on top of him.

It was normal for cuddling to ensue between the both of you. Elliott was a very touchy person, always holding your hand or hugging you tightly. You never minded, though. Elliott was always soft and warm. It was comforting.

Elliott's hand drifted to your still-damp hair, massaging your scalp. You let out a content sigh, melting into Elliott's hold. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

Your contentment dissolved into sadness again. "I was ghosted. Again. And I really thought they were into me."

He cooed and put his own mug down on the coffee table in front of you both before taking yours. You followed suit when he opened his arms invitingly.

You crawled into his lap, arms around his neck and head buried into the crook of it. Elliott buried his nose deep into your hair and inhaled. You were too busy crying to notice.

Elliott's arms tightened around you, rubbing soothing circles into your back. "Shh... it's okay. You deserve the world, and if they don't realize that, they were never worth it to begin with."

"I think I'm the problem. It has to be something I'm doing if--what, three people now?--have already ghosted me after one or two dates." You leaned into his warm hands that thumbed away your tears. "Maybe I'm just unlovable."

Elliott stiffened underneath you and his expression hardened. "No. Y/n, look at me," he said. He never sounded so firm before.

You lifted your head up to look at him. Elliott's eyes softened as soon as he looked at your tear-stained face.

"You are not unlovable. If anything, it's their loss. You're wonderful and kind and absolutely gorgeous. If they can't see that, then they're idiots. Okay?" Elliott leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss onto your forehead. "And perhaps, true love isn't as far away as you think it is."

You were too tired to look into his usual flowery words. Instead, you nodded and curled up against him again. Elliott returned to holding you, letting you cry into his shoulder.

He hummed to you. His hand stayed in your hair, another one on your back keeping you pressed against him.

When you woke up, you were tucked comfortably into Elliott's bed. The blankets were heavy on top of you, warm and cozy. Elliott was still holding you, but you could hear his soft snores. You smiled a little to yourself. He must've carried you here. Elliott was a sweetheart, even when you cried into him for hours until you fell asleep from exhaustion.

You laid there for a while longer, trying to fall back asleep. You couldn't, though, so you carefully slipped out of Elliott's grip to find the bathroom.

Despite having been in his cabin many times, you never actually went anywhere but the kitchen and living room. Elliott's cabin was small, but the darkness made it seem a lot larger than it actually was. You didn't want to turn on the lights to wake him, so you fumbled for your phone but couldn't find it.

Trying not to trip over anything, you shuffled around until you were sure you found the doorknob to the restroom. You closed the door behind you and flicked on the light, just to see a closet.

Just as you were going to walk out, you noticed something odd. A photo of you laid on top of a box. You curiously picked it up.

It wasn't a photo of you posing for the camera, or a selfie, or anything of that sort. It was a photo of you from far away, walking through town. The photo was clearly taken without your knowledge.

There were more photos under it. All of you. You were in every single one. Some of you shopping, some of you working, some of you talking to your friends. One of them even had you changing through the window. Your stomach churned when you saw one of you in bed, sleeping peacefully. You could see his shadow looming over you in that one.

It got more disturbing. You saw articles of your clothing that you had lost and never found. A pillowcase that was stained with hopefully your past drool, a used hairbrush, and various other things were inside the box too.

The door suddenly opened and you jumped, dropping everything in your hands. You backed up against the wall, staring at Elliott with wide eyes.

He stared back at you, eyes flickering from you to the box and pictures on the floor. His mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out. After a few seconds, he finally spoke. "Y/n, it's not what it looks like."

"Then what is it, Elliott?" you asked shakily. "What the hell is this?"

Elliott ran his fingers through his hair, sighing deeply. He crouched down and started picking up the pictures you dropped. "Please, listen to me. I would never hurt you. I just... I couldn't help myself." He collected all the photos with shaky hands and put them back in the box.

You didn't know why you weren't running. You should be sprinting out the door by now, but something kept you frozen in place. Elliott slowly stood up and took a step towards you. You flinched.

"I love you," he confessed. "So much. I've never felt this way about anyone in my life. I was so depressed before I met you. Everything was dark and meaningless. But then I met you." He stood close enough to cup your face in his hands, thumbs caressing your cheekbones. "You are everything to me. My light, my heart, my reason to live. I can't imagine living without you. I need you like I need air. Every time you're away from me feels like torture."

He leaned in close, forehead pressed against yours. You were still processing everything.

Elliott's breath tickled your lips. "I would do anything for you. Kill for you. Die for you. Anything you want, I'll give it to you. I could treat you so much better than those... people ever could." He spat out the word 'people', resisting to use another word to describe them.

Realization dawned on you. "Did you kill them?!"

"Of course not! I just," he dragged out a long sigh, letting you back away from him, "scared them away. If threatening them didn't work, I got blackmail on them. That was the only way your last date left you alone."

Your knees were weak. "You're sick."

Elliott frowned deeply. "I'm in love." You opened your mouth, but he cut you off. "Who do you go to when you're sad? Me. Who do you talk to about your problems? Me. Who do you call when you need comfort? Me. I'm the one who's always there for you, Y/n. Not them. Maybe you don't realize it, but you need me just as much as I need you."

"We're done talking, Elliott," you said. You tried to push past him to leave, but he grabbed your wrists tightly. You winced. "Let me go."

"I'll die without you. Please, stay," Elliott begged. "I'm sorry if I frightened you. I just got overwhelmed. I promise I'll be better. Just please, don't leave me. I can't handle losing you. I'd never ever hurt you."

Your shoulders sagged, so Elliott let his grip only slightly loosen. "You're scaring me."

Elliott cooed. "Oh, sweetheart. You have nothing to be scared of. I could never hurt you. I just love you so much." He released your wrists completely, only to wrap you up in a tight hug. "I just want what's best for you. And that's me. I can take care of you. You wouldn't have to lift a finger. I'll cook for you, clean for you, I'll do anything for you." Elliott was almost crying into your shoulder. His entire body was shaking.

Your fear and disgust turned into pity. Elliott was clearly sick. He needed help. You wrapped your arms around him hesitantly. Elliott melted into your hold like butter. He held you tighter, if that was possible.

"Elliott, you need help. This isn't normal." You rubbed his back in an awkward attempt to comfort him.

"I don't need help, I just need you." Elliott buried his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent.

You pursed your lips. Elliott was a good friend. He was always there for you. That was the only thing that prevented you from storming out the door or slapping him across the face. Well, that and the fact you were still terrified of him. "Why don't we lay down? It's late."

Elliott pulled away to look at you. His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were red from crying. He nodded. "Yes, you must be tired. Let's go lay down." Elliott took your hand and lead you into his bedroom again. You both laid down and Elliott immediately wrapped his arms and legs around you. Your face was almost smothered into his chest, and his scent didn't carry the same comforting smell as it normally did.

"Elliott?"

"Hm?"

"Will you let me leave in the morning?"

Elliott was silent for a moment. You thought he might've fallen asleep until he replied, "We'll talk about it in the morning."

That was code for "probably not".

#yandere #stardew valley #yandere stardew valley #yandere elliott #elliott sdv #sdv elliott #sdv #stardew elliott #elliott stardew valley #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yancore

[autumnywinter]

good pets deserve gentle love.

#yandere

[autumnywinter]

Im crazy for this blog! Do you mind writing for yandere Baizhu or some hcs? Maybe a modern au?

Baizhu's more just a clinician than a pharmacist here because I'm obsessed with yandere doctors. It's been a while since I wrote for him, I'm not very confident in this but I hope it's still good ^^

Yandere!Baizhu x Reader

TW: Heavily implied noncon somnophilia, drugging, doctor/patient, gaslighting

You had been seeing and hearing things. It started with little noises outside of your window at night, rustling and shuffling. It scared you, but not enough to do anything about it. Next thing you knew, you swore you were seeing white flashes through your window at odd hours of the night. You'd look out the window, and there'd be not a thing in sight except for the stillness of the night.

It got worse.

Items of your possession began to go missing, mostly clothing, oftentimes dirty. You told yourself it was probably due to your own absent-mindedness, but you knew deep down that something was wrong.

The thing that set you off was when you'd wake up sore and hurting. There'd be scratch marks on your arms and back, and bruises you swore were hickeys on your shoulders and neck. They were in places you couldn't have reached yourself. Your mind had jumped to the worst case scenario, and you were terrified.

Yet your trusted doctor brushed it all off, saying you were getting hallucinations and stressing yourself out far too much. He claimed what you were so sure were hickeys, were actually just bruises. He said you were likely a sleep walker due to your increased stress, hence it made sense that you'd unintentionally hurt yourself while asleep. You'd bought into his reasoning, because he'd always been so trustworthy and reliable.

He gave you medication to help you, but you couldn't help but feel like what he prescribed made it worse. You found yourself more groggy than usual, and often having nightmares. You felt physically sick most days.

But Doctor Baizhu was so trustworthy, you felt like it was the right choice.

You noticed how his fingers would linger longer than they should whenever he took your pulse. You noticed how his eyes would dilate when staring at you for just a bit too long. You noticed how his touch felt wrong, like there was something else behind it. But you were just being paranoid, just as Baizhu said.

"Feeling sick again?" Baizhu's cold hand pressed against your forehead. The touch sent a shiver coursing through your body, the sharp contrast in temperature setting your nerves on edge.

"Yeah," you managed. Your voice was barely a whisper.

"That's unfortunate," Baizhu sighed. He clicked his tongue a few times in thought. "Well, if you continue taking this medicine, you should start feeling better soon. Although I'm starting to worry the side-effects are a pain. I have something else to try, so if you would just give me a moment..."

Baizhu walked off to the other end of the room, leaving you alone. You swallowed hard, wincing slightly at the uncomfortable feeling. Your throat was always dry lately, and you found yourself struggling to swallow, let alone eat. You wished you could sleep, but the nightmares always left you a groggy mess. You could never remember them, only that they were terrifying.

"Ah, here we are," Baizhu smiled, snapping you from your thoughts. He had a bottle of pills, shaking out one singular white one. "It'll dissolve in your mouth. It's to help ease your nausea. I know you haven't been keeping anything down well lately. Hopefully this should help."

You extended a hand, to which he placed it in your palm. Were doctors even allowed to give out pills directly? You weren't sure, but shrugged it off. You popped it into your mouth, and Baizhu was right. It quickly dissolved, and you were surprised that it didn't have a funny taste. You were expecting something bitter or awful, but there was nothing.

"It'll take some time to kick in," Baizhu assured you. "I'd like it if you stayed here until it does. It might make you a little dizzy."

"Sure," you nodded. You had no reason to distrust Baizhu, despite every fibre of your being telling you something was wrong.

The medicine kicked in quickly. Within ten minutes, you were feeling a bit weird, like you were floating. Your head was lighter. Baizhu noticed you swaying and pushed you gently onto the examination table.

"Dizzy?" he asked.

"Uh huh," you replied dumbly.

"Stay lying down," he instructed. Your vision was spinning and your head was empty, so empty you could hardly process the fact he was digging into your belongings and then leaving the room. You wanted to ask him where he was going, but couldn't find the energy. Instead, you let yourself lay there, staring at the ceiling as it spun round and round.

Baizhu came back, rolling in a wheelchair. He lifted you up with a quiet groan, and set you gently into the seat, draping a blanket over you. It was scratchy and thin.

"We're going for a walk," Baizhu said. He wheeled you out, and as loopy as you were, a spike of hazy panic hit you when you saw him leading you to a car in the parking lot that wasn't yours. You tried to protest, but Baizhu cooed, petting your hair and whispering sweet nothings.

"Shhh, it'll be okay. Everything is fine. We're going home."

Baizhu opened the passenger side door, pushing the chair close. He lifted you out with a low grunt. You felt weightless in his arms, like a feather. He buckled you in, and his minty breath ghosted across your face.

"I love you," he murmured.

You passed out before his lips could even touch yours.

#answered ask #yandere #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #baizhu #yandere baizhu #baizhu genshin impact #genshin impact baizhu #baizhu x reader #baizhu x y/n #baizhu x you #genshin x reader