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anantaru · 1 year

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SNEAKY DEVIL

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — being with your ex on a friday night surely was the last thing you had in mind.

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 2.1k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, play toxic by britney spears, ex! boyfriend kuni, slight yan ?? a sprinkle, he‘s not accepting the break up, this is the part two of my kuni angst fic — ꒰ part one ꒱

"would you look at yourself."

for each aspect, when there was good, there was also evil.

yet in his taunting eyes, it seemed as if there was only darkness, no light or anything that would hint at the fact that scaramouche might be a good person after all.

and as for you?

the embarrassment you had felt each time you let him stumble back into your life was burning through the entirety of your skin, greedily gnawing itself onto your heart from within.

before anything, how did it come to this point in your life again?

the reason .. well, you couldn‘t explain it yourself, even if you tried.

if you haven‘t figured it out yet as on to why you keep coming back, keep opening the door for him and letting him stay, knowing full on well it‘ll only end in the same gruesome, disgusting outcome again— it's safe to say you won't ever have an answer to your questions.

not all stars shine equally bright, and you knew, that kuni in particular was never going to give you a glowing future.

"s-shut up."

a myriad of moans and low whines filled the space in between your bodies as you barked back at his usual belittling tone— that he‘d always gather around when he was especially fed up with you.

"if only your past self could see you right now." to the corners of his mouth, a smirk cradled his lips, one that was menacing and proud of himself, proud to get the person he so called loved, in such a humiliating position.

he‘s lowering his head down while roughly burying his stiff cock further into your pussy until fully sheathed, your lips ghosting over one another, "to even have the nerve to break up with me in the first place."

his face adorned with an unflinching, serious expression, suddenly groaning as you involuntarly clenched down on him, "and now you‘re letting yourself get fucked like a bitch in heat." he pauses subsequently to messily brush away the single tear that lonely spilled down your warm cheek.

"fucked by me." his ferocious, melodic voice was vibrating into the depths of your skin, anchoring your soul.

"it‘s not like that!" you panic, each of his words were sharply cutting through your heart and feelings.

with the world falling down on your shoulders, into place, who were you trying to persuade with this?

scaramouche or simply yourself?

he wiped his hair strands— which were sticking onto his forehead, back, his skin, being illuminated much paler by the faint glow of the night, enhancing and further amplifying his damned beauty— that would always keep on mesmerizing you.

"then tell me how it is, hm?" each of his arms were carefully placed next to your head, trapping you with his body. Yet however, if you didn‘t know any better, he would‘ve given the impression that he actually cared, with the way his voice slightly softened.

pseudo innocently, scaramouche had began to observe your face, as if to wait for an actual response from you.

in retrospect, it was now clear that the whole, bloody situation you found yourself in, together with this— so called relationship, was far too complicated for your own good, anyones good, that is.

you didn‘t respond to him, a little nervous, when you averted your eyes. In fact, you weren‘t quite fond of the idea to voice anything at all.

your panicked thoughts held a significant clasp on you— sceaming internally. And although you felt slight menacing terror in his voice, with a sharp cutting panic in your throat— said attributes weren't even the worst parts of the current state of your affairs.

because in reality, you somehow enjoyed this. Not the considerable amount of pain he‘d inflict on you through words, but the familiar, once loved, tenderness of him.

you‘d lie to yourself if you‘d say you didn‘t miss him at least once or twice, sometimes even fantasizing back at the times you were intimate with each other, both stroking and pleasuring your bodies throughout the whole night until the morning sun approached you through the windows, rattling your skins awake.

you do not speak, unable to do so. Scaramouche intentionally fucked himself so far up your sore cunt that you could barely hold onto the bedsheets yourself, your drenched and swollen pussy violently gushing around his girth, his eyes beaming with self satisfied pride.

"thought so." he says nonchalantly, as if trying to prove his point.

your hands fell to your sides, just the precise thrusts of him, the targeting of your surging spots insides, caused you tumble over your own moans, mewling when he claimed you, all of you.

scaramouche switched to a tight, heavy grip, rapidly shoving his stiff heavy member past your aching hole, a feral pace, back and forth, his cock head kissing the deepest ends of your sensitivity.

you can feel his hand roam through your hips, caress your shaking body and slide over your natural curves. Your erected nipples repeatedly rubbed over his hard chest, gratifying the painful ache in your breasts.

scaramouche was quick to collect one in his palm, roughly mashing the mound of flesh in combination with the relentless push of his hips, the muscles in your core quivering.

"f-fuck, you don't even want to now how much i missed that." he shamelessly admitted, "how much i dreamed about fucking you again." mumbling the affirmations straight against your pouted lips and expanding a heavy pant once your mushy cunt forcibly squeezed down on him, dashingly gyrating around his imposing girth.

it was clear as day that he'd never get fully satisfied or satiated by fucking you anymore, the time apart you had spent were a torturous living hell to scaramouche, like a racking broken record that couldn't be fixed, playing a boring, lifeless song, over and over again.

however, you weren't going to give him what he wants, never, hopelessly trembling over your own words as you spoke.

"just, f-fuck— just shut up and fuck me." that's all it took you to bring him spiraling, a little faster as he suddenly mercilessly jolted into you with the obscene squelching noises leaving nothing left to the imagination.

for a second he observed the spot in between your in sweat soiled bodies, how disgustingly wet and filthy, a complete mess, he thought to himself. You were so exposed, bare and open for him, unrestrainedly dirtying his entire length with your slick, sloppily milking his drumming cock.

"i-if that's how you want to play this game." he promptly pauses, driving his erection impossibly deep into your squelching mess and grinding down, wiggling his hips the moment he was fully settled which caused you to mewl out achingly, moaning at every new hit.

your chest rattled with a shaky breath, the control of your body slowly but surely fading away into the pits of hell, shoving down the last remnants of self control you had stored in you.

"that's right." scaramouche coos upon seeing you struggle, cupping your cheeks and gently brushing his rough thumb over your slightly pouted lips, his loins on fire as he caught a glimpse of a single tear desperately hanging on your lashes, spilling at last. "i'm the only one who can make you feel this way."

you were trying to speak, anything, just something but he shushes you, soothes you and carries on to grind down, his facial expression almost reminding of a mocking tone, breathlessly smacking through your clenching hole that was brutally clasping around his girth.

"you're cruel." you managed to whisper, "you're so cruel." a sad heave in your voice.

those words reverberated along his bones and in his blood, forcing a numerous amount of groans through his gnawed teeth, moaning with every swallow of you.

the delicious pleasure rushed through your blood and grew the fire in your cheeks. Scaramouche lowered his head to starvingly seek your mouth, roughly plastering his hungry lips on top of yours to sloppily kiss you.

you're clinging onto him as you returned his plea, teeth colliding against each other when he drew himself away, "i'm cruel because i love you." the entry of it all rendered you speechless, your tears now fully dripping down the corners of your eyes, pouring down your skin.

reality is brought into sharp focus when you perceived the deeply intertwined bubble in your belly and how it was about to pop soon. With the curve of his lengthy cock, thickly hanging inside of you, scaramouche had an easy task to hit every so little swollen spot in within your velvety walls, eagerly rubbing them.

he's jerking himself slower and tantalizing, signalizing that he too, was close to his euphoric release. The scrutiny of pleasure was intoxicating and thick, your mouth gaping open but nothing came out, words without sounds, silent cries of your orgasm chasing your body.

you're screaming and convulsing on his cock, guzzling him dry with your sweet pussy— that he felt so squishy and soft inside of, it almost brought him to tears.

he's pulling you close, further, greedy for friction and release, scaramouche clasped onto you tighter with every new force of his hips, declaring your entire being as his, the power of his authority agonizingly searing.

the underlying sick bliss of his member filling you, his hand rubbing your erected nipple while you were fully emerged in suckling on his tongue, working around his wet muscle and tasting his saliva, a desperate ache pulsing in between.

you tipped your head back and let him hold you, in tandem, thrumming his hips into the right places in your insides. You sensed it, felt it, how he twitched in you and was about to unload his cum, your thighs already shining with wetness.

each pulse and tingle of his cock, unlocked a spasming sensation in your core, limbs tangling and hopelessly hanging onto each other as you collapsed, the smell of sex hurtling in the air of the thick room and amplifying your strong, tremendous release.

"f-fuck, fuck!" you're blurting out through impenetrable panting, moaning with your back rounded up to meet his relentless pace, your toes curling inwards as your entire body shuddered in both vibrations and the feeling of letting go, shaking at the overstimulation with the repeating press of his cock on your heat never giving you rest.

at the constant gushing and clenching of your tight cunt, scaramouche threw his head back and tore a current of groans off his throat, "archons-" he's whining out, the sounds breaking in the middle, "you always— always feel so incredible, fuck."

he's speeding up, muttering in your neck as he fully blew his load in you, your legs secured around his waist as he proceeded to greedily pump his warm seed in the deepest ends of your slicked up cunt, shivering with the overcoming stir.

his drunkened gaze caught his mess, his white ribbons smearing over the aching flesh of your drained walls as the thick globules of his cum began to gush out of your hole, drenching the damp sheets under you.

"say you love me." he's whispering of a sudden, his musky scent collapsing over you, "say it."

your body closely pounded to his to hide your face in his shoulder but scaramouche was eager to gather you in his palms, still able to perceive the wet, tired clench of your muscles on his half erected cock.

he's slumping on you, minutes passing with none of you building up enough strength to back away, "p-please." scaramouche kissed the corners of your lips, he was begging you, waiting and swallowing your name in between whimpers.

"i love you, i do." you hummed weakly with your response, without knowing if you really meant it. Maybe it was the pressure you felt, or the way he looked at you through his puppy eyes, or simply the fact that you were utterly tired of going against him constantly, whenever you both found each other again.

he seemed trapped in a daze with his eyes sparkling upon hearing you, so far off and unable to move, not that he wanted to.

this situation afterwards felt like torture, unanswered questions, the tangible ways of it both hurtful but entrancing. He's tucking you to his lips to flood his tongue into your mouth, as if he didn't want this situation to end.

not only because he felt relaxed with you, pleased by your presence and comfortable on top of you, no, it was also because scaramouche couldn't articulate himself very well.

he wasn't looking forward to another fight, one that would always break out the moment you had finished being intimate, had finishing loving you and came back crushing down to the thing everyone knew as the so called reality.

you weren‘t possibly able to run away from the consequences, the truth, and he wasn‘t either, because believe him when he says, scaramouche had tried to run away from his fate, so many times, that he cannot even remember all of it.

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lovesickeros · 3 months

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☆ decadence divine [ act I ]

{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k

ARLECCHINO

Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.

She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.

They weren't making it easy, however.

Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.

Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.

Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.

All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.

"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."

Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.

Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.

NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.

Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.

He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.

Now a masquerade.

He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.

So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.

Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.

No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.

Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?

He dares not ponder.

Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.

"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.

"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..

He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.

"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.

He had waited too long.

No longer.

FURINA

Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.

But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..

They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.

Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.

They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.

But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.

Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.

She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.

Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.

But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.

"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.

Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.

Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.

She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.

"But if you want to make it up to me.."

#genshin impact #genshin impact yandere #genshin yandere #neuvillette x reader #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #arlecchino x reader #yandere arlecchino #yandere arlecchino x reader #furina x reader #yandere furina #yandere furina x reader #fic tag #pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic #aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage #esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy #not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing #furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley #vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check.#a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down #its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying..........#only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her.................#also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf #no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up..#yet #anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you #and make you owe her #two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight)#also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye #also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay

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dropletpetals · 1 year

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A God's Pet

(feat. Childe)

❥Synopsis: When You descended to Teyvat, it was Childe who found You first.

❥⁠Content Warnings: sagau, cult au, religious themes, yandere behavior

❥⁠Author's Note: This is my official apology to Childe for not pulling on his banner.

Childe has been a devout believer since childhood.

It was his mother's teachings that taught him Your stories, and it is his father that taught him prayers and rituals. It had always made him feel closer to You whenever he does those things, and falling into the Abyss was no exception.

There, he learned a new prayer. Prayer to give him strength and kill his enemies, offering them to You in return. When he came back, he began killing in Your name. Some may call it blasphemous but he knew that You accepted it.

After all, if it was blasphemy, then why was he rewarded? Why was he blessed by Your warmth and use him to kill Your enemies? Why was he made stronger and stronger if he had occurred Your anger?

So when he found You in Teyvat—with the stars as Your eyes and Your gaze as warm as when You use him—he had clung himself to You without shame.

He was the first one who welcomed You home—to his immense delight that he could one-up Rex Lapis who was said to be Your most devout worshipper—and had shown You the world.

He had followed wherever You went, acting as Your bodyguard and servant—not that You needed to be protected since monsters seem to steer clear of You or approach in a non-hostile manner.

And when he had suggested for You to go to Snezhnaya and You agreed, he was overjoyed that he could introduce You to the Tsarita and his family. Seeing You interact with his siblings was heartwarming, as is seeing the Tsarita personally welcome You to Snezhnaya with reverence in her normally cold eyes.

Truly, it was bliss that he could be by Your side. Even when word finally got out that You had descended and festivals all over the seven nations had occurred to celebrate it, it did not break his jubilant mood, especially when You had asked if he could accompany You.

He feels rather smug that it is him that You so clearly trust and couldn't help but smirk when he saw sight of the other Harbingers or Zhongli, knowing that try as they might, they would never be as close to You as he is—much to their jealousy—but it all fades away when he catches Your gaze and Your hand would touch his skin.

Because he knows that while he fancies himself as Your protector, Your companion—and in the deepest part of his mind, perhaps Your lover—he is nothing more than a pet.

A pet that follows his Master wherever they go, a pet that sits obediently at his Master's feet and awaits their orders, a pet that his Master amuses themselves in, and a pet that bares its teeth when prompted, protective and possessive of their Master all at once.

He may be Childe the Eleventh Harbinger, Tartaglia of the Fatui, but to You, he has always been Ajax. And Ajax has always been Your worshipper first than anything else.

❥⁠End Note: I'M SORRY I DIDN'T PULL ON YOUR BANNER CHILDE NEXT TIME ON YOUR NEXT RERUN I PROMISE 😭

❥⁠Q: Who's a character that you've been wanting to have a rerun that haven't had yet recently?

#ash.♥#genshin sagau #sagau #sagau cult au #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact yandere #sagau x reader #sagau childe #childe x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #sagau childe x reader

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daze4all · 5 months

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Freedom is A Pipe Dream:

Yandere!Neuvillette x Witness!Reader x Yandere!Wriothesley

For they Were Justice Series on A03

The Prequel escape attempt people were waiting for!

Freedom is a Pipe Dream: Posted Here. Reader is caught escaping by Neuvillette & Wriothesly in the pipe system of Meropide but a fight breaks out between them & the treasure hoarders to get her.

Tied Up In Court: Posted. Reader is captured and dragged to court to be judged by Yandere Neuvillette x Yandere Wriothesley

Courting Affection: Posted. A cycle of punishment and care start again & they realize what they want is to be with you not just uphold the law. Neuvillette & Wriothesly realize they have feelings beyond being protective of reader as a witness and their attempts to cuddle and court reader in a drabble post.

Witnesss! Reader x Yandere!Neuvillette x Yandere!Wriothesley

Warning: Trapped btw 2 sexy men~, Fight scenes, violence, character death of treasure hunters.

I put where the violence started & ended to skip fight scenes & synopsis of the action below to preview.

Also warnings for these Yandere character’s kinks:

Wrio: Praise kink, judge kink, reckless rough fight sexual, teasing, shameless, skirting forbidden boundaries, feral dog, possessive. Protective. shame/praise play.

Nuevo: considerate, Aftercare, controlled, gentle, careful, purposeful slow, praise kink, power kink, master, touch starved strict, likes warmth, cuddlely, draconic instincts, protective. Possessive

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The ominous drip drip of the pipe system echoes with your sloshing steps, as you make your escape attempt from Fontaine.

A stream of water banged off the pipes in the long corridor from

Neuvillette’s hydro blast that you dodged.

A follow-up surge of water surrounds you in a vertical helical stream at Neuvillette’s skill.

Wriothesley surged forward to punch the ground to freeze the ice around your feet.

You are knocked off balance, lose your footing, and start to stumble backward.

Only to feel warm pressure on your back as a hand keeps you upright and from falling into the cold water.

“Thought you could get away? ” Wriothesley growled in your ear as you squirmed in vain. Trapped between his chest and the cold wall.

Your back was pressed against the pipe wall and your front to his searing hot body.

“Why are you here?” Your face flashed with surprise, hurt, and realization. In the first place, he had told you about the pipe system as a Fontaine secret to get into and out of place during a scheduled tea time and check-up session.

“Sorry sweetie I couldn’t keep our little secret. It’s the law” he crooned sounding genuinely upset. He twirled his signature handcuffs in the air with a flourish. Then his hands slide to the pulse point of your wrist as he squeezed it before cuffing them quickly.

“You’re under arrest for breaking our hearts honey that won't do~” Wriothesley’s eyes were dark and feral heavy with the hunt and adrenaline rush. Then grabbing you by the shoulder and spins you so that your front is pressed up against the pipe wall.

Wriothesley dragged you back into his arm in a backward embrace by the connected chain to his signature black and red cuffs on your hands.

“You aren’t getting out so easily from these as I have the only key~” teased Wrio with a toothy smile. As he dangled said key that in vi try to snap up with your teeth.

"ah ah no biting." Wriothesley coaxed too distracted by your shivering form to notice another presence approaching them.

You froze at the sound of a louder splashing sound and the heavy thud of boots of more approaching people.

Guards? or the Judge?. You thought worriedly

----Fight Starts----Warning Violence!

“Don’t worry I got her, she won’t get away again so easily” Wriothesley called back to the judge. Who you had heard approaching steadily his heeled boots and cane clicking echoing ominously across the metal pipes wall.

Instead, however, it is the treasure hoarders. “We’ve been waiting for an opportunity, like this to get our cargo back” chucked the leader a man with a pickaxe. Like the ones who had captured you begin with. A potioner, a pickaxe man, a hammer man, a shovel man and more.

“Small fry, it’s just one probably the guard catching a criminal.” They squinted in the low light only seeing two shadowy figures.

The potion flinger started the assault by throwing a cryo potion that froze your leg and the chain of the handcuffs to the wall. However, you were mostly shielded by Wrio whose leg were frozen in place.

You cowered and shivered as the wet and cold triggered a flashback of pain of the cold and wet cells where vile potions forced down your throat.

Wriothesley hugged you as he asserted "No need to fear" as he blocked you from the encroaching Treasure hoarders who had surrounded you both.

“Good she already knows how to behave,” said the shovel Treasure hunter ominously pleased at the sight of you hacking at the cold and memories

“Stay back. I have bone to pick with you lot.” Wriothesley growled eyeing them with dark glint in his eye gearing up for battle and fine turning his mechanized glove on to max.

“How lucky, More test subjects~ “cackled the group of treasure hunters as they advanced upon your half frozen form. Not noticing who you were attached to at first.

More shadows approached as the of Treasure hoarders sloshed forward in the shallow water of the pipe system.

Only to doused and blown back by a heavy stream of water.

“Witnesses are under the protection of Fontaine laws. You won’t lay a finger on them ” Steely announced Neuvillette. In the dark, his heeled boots and cane clicked authoritatively in the narrow pipe space.

“Shall we have judgment? “ Neuvillette pronounced eyes and tailcoat glowing with the sheen of his hydro power. Neuvillette’s water blast pushed the treasure hunters back and they were frozen place by a follow-up of icy punches from Wriothesley.

“Let’s do some scrap disposal shall we” answered Wriothesley flexing his mechanized cryo arm with a feral smile. The freeze effect wore off and he surged forward to clock the closest shovel treasure hunter in the face.

“W-wait-“ you cried in vain as your voice was swallowed by the conflict. You were still connected to the handcuffs and chains to Wriothesley Who had forgotten that fact in his feral blood lust at seeing you get hurt.

The scene filled up with cryo broken bodies turning the water red.

“Shit it, the ludex and the Mad dog of Meripode” cursed the tresure hoarder leader. He had not relized who had not recognized them at first becuase of the low lighting in the pipe system.

“Retre-“ The potion thrower choked out his last words.

As he was frozen and crushed into crunching icy fragments by the combo of a hydro blast and cryo punches hitting him.

The sound of clanking chains pulled you this way and that as you ducked bodies that Wriothesley punched. You were forced to follow movements while sheltered under his arm. Even tripping up some of treasure hunters with the taut chain between you two.

The heavy breaths of your hyperventilating and shivering body seemed to alert Wriothesley. He paused to pull back and seeing your face, his hand loosened the chain connecting you two by your hand cuffs.

“Get our girl for minute will you. I need to teach these treasure hunters a lesson about stealing” Wrio ordered as he passed the chain to Neuvillette.

“Do as you wish “ Neuvillette icily replied. His eyes fixed on you as he took you in his arms and smoothly wrapped part of the chain around his free arm. His shoulder sunk in relief as he tucked you under his arm, barely giving the treasure hoarders any notice.

You clung to his warmth reluctantly but instinctually feeling safer with them than the treasure hunters.

He held you tightly his side as he lifted his other hand to blast the Treasure hoarders with his hydro cannon that come to close.

“Wait...you I recoginze you... your that test subject.. it's all your fault!” laughed the leader of the treasure hunter in his terror. Identifying you as the weakest link he reached out to grab you only to be punched by Wriothesley's icy glove.

He fells to the ground dropping his pickaxe “ugh!”

"Alow me to intervene" said Neuvillette as he smoothly stepped on the hand of the leader, who had tried to reach out for his fallen pickaxe with a crunch.

“ You Bastards, Get them boys !” roared the pickaxe leaders holding his ruined hand. Utterly humiliated and struggling to get up from the icy water. The sound of more footsteps announced another wave of treasure hunters as backup.

"Getting a bit chilly ain't it boys?" Wriothesley grabbed the pickaxe treasure hunter by his shirt color to throw him back into the potioner and the shovel wielding one. Before surging forward to beat down the new crowd of treasure hunters with volley of cryo infused punches.

"Let the mighty be humbled!" cried Neuvillette as he smoothly provided backup with his hydro pump and ultimate. One hand around you and the other raised as the intruders were frozen and pulverized.

Although obscured somewhat by Neuvillette and Wriothesley backs you hear the screams of agony and the wet thudding of fist hitting flesh and breaking ice that left you flinching and cowering under Neuvillette's coat.

Your mind flashback to red-stained floors, syringes, and wounds. The pipe walls closed in like the bars of a cage you could hardly stand in.

Could that have been you?

Noticing your discomfort, Neuvillette’s gloved hand raised to soothe and caress your hair “Don’t look dear they, are beneath your notice”

In short time, the treasure hunters had been cleared leaving only a broken bloody pulp of bodies on the floor.

Bloody shards of ice and red water from the bodies decorate the horrific scene out of the zombie apocalypse the work of the two men.

What now will they do to you?

-----Violence Ends------

You cower at the sight, with a pale face and you trembling form seems to upset Neuvillette. so he called back the hunting dog of the fortress.

“Ahem that is enough, Wriothesly she is shivering, and we best get to court before she catches cold down here”

“Well at least now no trial is needed wouldn’t you say?” causally said Wriothesly his fangs flashing as he smiled.

Blood flecks on his face as he meets his serpentine eyes and a solemn expression. Like a dog proud to have caught the prey with his jaws.

“Well at least that means our witness can stay with us forever now” pronounced Neuvillette sedately his eye sweeping the scene as he raised his cane and struck the surface of the water in the pipe that began to ripple and rise.

Without another glance, he cleans up the crime scene commanding the water to rise and wash away the corpses.

Now lost to the seas where he makes sure the corpses sink deep and out of sight. Perhaps in primordial sea, if they were Fontainian so trace would be left behind.

The only signs Neuvillette had seen anything was when he wrinkled nose with distaste at the blood flecked on Wriothesly's face and shirt color. “Clean yourself up will you? You cannot appear in court like that.”

So said Neuvillette pulling out a hankerchief from his pocket and wiping Wriothesly's face who seemed to lean into it for praise.

“Sure, sure, but first we have to judge our little runaway right?” Wriothesly said leaning close to sniff her as if that would give away any injuries.

You shrunk back scared. ‘If anything, any bruises or mark which would have been from them’ you thought dryly.

“Not a scratch, I made sure of that.” Neuvillette assessed. His gaze fleeting from you in embarrassment after noticing now that your wet clothes were stcking to your form.

“Good job watching her ” Praised Wriothesly as the tips of Neuvillette ears turned slightly red.

Your eyes were wide and mouth a bit agape still shell shocked at the decimation of the treasure hunters and that after they were flirting. Wriothesly’s arm slung around back so you were all pulled way to close to each other.

Neuvillette wrinkled his nose at the smell of blood from the treasure hunter still on before sending brief blasts hydro to clean way the worst of blood.

The blood was gone but now you could see his muscle though the shirt.

“Yea and now I’m cold, so I’m getting change of clothes” Stated Wriothesly, His gaze wanderng to you also soaked appreciating the view which made you blush despite the absurdity and the situation.

Still a bit shell shocked you choked as you couldn’t help thinking the dynamic between ludex and the warden of the meripode was weird.

You had never seen then interact that much before and certainly not so calmly in this circumstance. They were acting as if it was just another day at court and as scary as it was to think perhaps it was for them.

“I believe it best to release the chains and cuffs unless we want to conduct court here.” Coughed Neuvillette as he went back to business his eyes concerned at your shivering wet and now dirty form.

“You’d do well not to escape again seeing what we do to criminals” Neuvillette stated calmly. blithely ignoring the crimes and chaos of the last few moments as if washed away by the waters.

Meeting your eyes with Neuvillette's serpentine purple ones and Wriothesly’s feral black ones you nod terrified.

“I take that as Yes” Wrio whooped as he crushed you in a backward hug and lifted you up in a princess carry to keep you from going anywhere. Also, it kept you from falling into the cold water as your legs were still shaking in exhaustion and terror from the fight you witnessed.

“Good girl, come along court will be in session shortly” Neuvillette as he yanked the chain forward for her to follow. Wriothesly close behind as you were trapped in his arms in a princess carry to make sure you couldn’t escape.

Not this time.

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Extra Escape attempt context:

So, you bust out trying to take the tunnel and pipe system you remembered once discussing with the duke during one of the attempts to recover your memories.

Also to keep in mind:

Are you under delusions of grandeur and seeing illusions deprived of the medication that you used from your time with the treasure hunters?

Are you stumbling around lost searching for a fix and perceiving friends trying to protect you as enemies due to the relapse symptoms?

This is up to the reader to interpret.

Aka a convenient outie for reasons, for actions, or for those who find the violence too rough.

…Action scenes are hard. God the transitions in this oneshot…. To summarize:

1. Wriothesley catches you pins you to the pipe walls & handcuffs you to him have some spiciness~

2. The treasure hoarders surround you and freeze you both.

3. Neuvellite comes in saves you guys .

4. You are handcuffed with Wriothesley so you are pulled into the fight.

5. Then Wrio Hands you to Neuvilette to be kept safe so he can get up clos eto punch out his opponents while Neuvo blasts them from afar

6. You are bit shocked, cold, and wet and cannot stand after watching Wrio & Neuv wash & freeze away the Treasure hoarders.

7. After the fight you are a princess carried by Wriothesley to the courthouse so you can be judged.

#genshin impact #male yandere x reader #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere neuvillette #yandere wriothesley #wriothesley x neuvillette #neuvilette x reader #genshin neuvillette #neuvillette x reader x wriotheseley #neuvillette #yandere #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact yandere #genshin impact imagines

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bl4cktourmaline · 7 months

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[Genshin]

Yandere! Lyney -> One-shot

Alphabet: Yandere Alphabet letters -> A + B

Thank you!

♬ yue is typing...

↻hii hii anon kai! I know you also requested for an oneshot with lyney but I probably post it in a separate post cuz I don't want to mix it up... considering an oneshot is longer than drabble tbh but anyways, hope you enjoy the yandere alphabet with lyney! I'm using the old alphabet since this request come before we change the alphabet for our own ideas ! The oneshot will probably be the full story of this drabbles if it's seem interesting enough for you all

⇄ yandere! lyney x gender neutral! reader

■ warnings : slight mentioning of stalking and paranoia.

► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : (Old) Yandere Alphabet of Letter A & B with Lyney...

꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦

💬 ┊Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

💌 ┊. . .

Lyney is known for his easygoing and friendly personality, so subtle that you didn't think much of it since he is always so nice to you so why should you doubt him if he has any ill intentions? When all he does is helping you out as a friend...

Well, it is strange that he always seems to know where you are...but it's can't be that bad right? He probably just so happen to be there whenever you are...

".. surprise!"

"gah?!"

Suddenly your sight of vision is filled with flower petals falling from above as you blinked in shocked, raising a hand to grab one as petals decorating your (color) hair.

And then...your eyes met his violet eyes

"Found you~"

... maybe you can never truly escape his gaze.

💬 ┊Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

💌 ┊. . .

Being a magician have it's own perks... especially when being one help with creating illusions...what you are supposed to see, aren't seen in the naked eyes...hence why it's called "magic"

A series of unexplainable disappearances started to occurred the moment you decide to return home from a business trip, a person will go missing one day but then the next day...their belongings will show up on the exact spot where they was last seen and it's not just that...what they also found was the exact clothes the victim was wearing on the day of their disappearances...

The most disturbing part of those cases were the fact that those victims were the people you known...which led you to be very paranoid of your own surroundings, fearing being the exact reason why those victims are targeted in the first place. You started to refusing to go out as more unsolved disappearances cases begin to increase rapidly...

Everyone who you once known are gone...

Well everyone but a certain magician.

"(name), come out...the weather is so nice out here!"

"I don't want to go out..."

"Even if it's foods?"

"..."

"They have your favorite dessert..."

"... promise you won't disappear on me like those people?"

"Yeah, I promise...but will you finally go out and see the sun? You haven't been getting some sunlights for a while now..."

"Okay...you better keep your promise and don't die on me now, okay?!"

"I will, I will"

You immediately rushed to get ready but as you have your back turn on him, he smiles and there is something off about the way his eyes look...

꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin impact #genshin impact x you #genshin yandere #genshin impact yandere #genshin lyney #lyney x reader #lyney genshin #lyney x you #yandere lyney #gender neutral reader #drabble #yandere alphabet

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gardenofdreams · 2 years

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Yandere Pantalone/Regrator Headcanons

Tags: Pantalone/Regrator x Reader, Yandere, Dark Themes

Words: 547

A/N: I wrote this as soon as the trailer dropped. Might not be accurate to canon when that gets revealed but have fun!

He’s a busy man but will try his best to make time for you. Though being a Fatui Harbinger as well as being in charge of the country’s economics meant that your meetings were few and between. However, that never stopped him from sending you letter after letter, gift after gift. You’d receive sweet concise words alongside the most expensive gifts money could buy. If he could, the Regrator always found a way to express his love to you.

He’s extremely protective of you, keeping you like a bird in a crystal cage within his elegant snowy mansion. Every need of yours is met and more.

You never knew that you needed your own private hot springs let alone attendants and personal chef.

Due to all of this love bombing you would have never picked up on his much darker side that he keeps hidden away. Not when your lovely boyfriend/husband would treat you like a princess. Who wouldn’t be grateful for all the gifts and attention that you received. He even managed to win the hearts of your friends and family and scare away your enemies.

Whenever there is a big social event whether for making deals with his business partners or just a social gathering for the Snezhnaya he loves to take you out to show you off. There was never a ball where you wore the same dress, he would never allow that. Only the best for his snowdrop. There was a part of him that loved the way people couldn’t get enough of your appearance. Many were curious about the elusive woman that had captured the heart of this Fatui Harbinger which only added to the admiration whenever you would be seen in public.

You cannot convince me that this man wouldn’t become a yandere. Whether from being protective because the Harbinger has a lot of enemies or because he likes to own and keep things. Eventually perhaps he would simply view you as a beautiful item rather than a person. A delicate sculpture added to his collection except you were utterly priceless within his eyes.

If by chance you decide to fight against him, he’ll have no issues locking you away beneath the mansion until you learn to behave and be grateful for all the luxuries he’s bestowed upon you. Especially if you came from a poorer background. After all if he had someone like that when he was crawling around in the streets he certainly wouldn’t be so ungrateful.

The Regrator would pamper you and treat you like a princess. You were his beloved and he would not let you go through any hardship. Although that doesn’t stop him from punishing you should you misbehave. Depending on the severity of what you’ve done changes the punishments but he would never do anything that he couldn’t reasonably justify.

He’s an extremely hard to read yandere. His flawless smile always hides away his true thoughts and feelings. You couldn’t tell a lie from a truth with him and honestly who could blame you. This man was a ruthless businessman, manipulating his darling was simply child’s play. There’s absolutely no hope of escaping. How could you when he has his contacts across the entirety of Teyvat? But also why would you want to escape?

What happens when you tease him too much (18+)

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deescade · 1 year

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Genshin Impact ("Your Yandere" Series: Your Yandere Lover VER. 1 + husbando ver.) click and drag game!

warnings: [16+] yandere behavior (killing, stalking, manipulation, blackmail)

characters included: (all adult males up to v.3.2) zhongli, childe, diluc, kaeya, arataki itto, thoma, kamisato ayato, dottore, pantalone, pierro, capitano, scaramouche, gorou, heizou, albedo, kazuha, xiao, dainsleif, baizhu, cyno, kaveh, al-haitham, tighnari

op's notes: this is also basically the drafted version but I'll just call it "version 1" while I work on the final one :>

Game notes • How to Play

Please use a browser other than Google Chrome to play because the GIFs always lock onto their first frame on Chrome. Safari and Firefox work, please try those

If you're on mobile, screenshot the gifs either as a set or individually

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kaita0 · 2 years

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Moral of the Story

Moral of the Story Masterlist

Character: Kaeya x Wife Reader Warnings: Cheating, Heartbreaking, Angst, Divorce Au: Modern Au Summary: You and Kaeya have been married for 4 years and the past year you guys have been getting distant. You love Kaeya with all your heart and try your very hardest to get it to back how it was. But then you realize the cause. You are done and it seems as though Kaeya doesn’t like that.

You sit and wait for Kaeya, dinner done before you. When the food was originally done there was a bright smile on your face. But as the minutes pass by and turns into hours, the smile begins to faulter. You have been feeling the small drift between you and your husband, Kaeya. You made this dinner for when he came back from the office to rekindle with one another. But as the clock goes from 5 to 8, you begin to lose hope. Once the clock hit 9 that’s when you begin to place everything away. A few tears rolling down your cheeks as you clean up. You weren’t even able to eat your own food as the sadness has altered your appetite. The travel to your bedroom was slow and agonizing. The pit in your stomach never leaving. The very least you could say was that you tried something today.

The next morning, you woke up to your bedside empty. A heavy sigh leaving your lips as you bury your face into the pillow under your head. You finally take the courage to slip out of your bed. Eyes fall upon the picture of both you and Kaeya on your 2nd year anniversary. The memory brought back both fondness as well as sadness. A pang to your chest as you clutch your heart. Your bottom lip pressed harshly against your teeth while you try to keep a hold of yourself. An idea pops into your head. Maybe you can try another method. You begin your travel to the kitchen where you had placed the dinner from last night into a box for lunch. Your bright idea was to go to Kaeya’s job and give his lunch there. And it wouldn’t be too much because it is just simply a drop off and a hi and a go home process. A smile formed on your face.

You quickly went in the shower, placing the scent that Kaeya loves on you. As well as Kaeya’s favorite clothes on you. You peer into the mirror and place the last touches of lipstick on your lips. You pucker and smile. It has been a minute since you felt so beautiful, and you couldn’t wait to see Kaeya’s reaction. The drive to Kaeya’s job was filled with light music. The excitement ran through your body, it being evident as your fingers twitch against the steering wheel. Once you finally reached Kaeya’s department you couldn’t wait to hand him the meal. You had rehearsed your lines. Which sounds sad saying aloud. Having to remember what to say to your own husband. You shake the thought away and open Kaeya’s office door. The sight before your eyes made you drop the meal onto the floor, resulting in it spilling on the ground. Before you Kaeya had a woman sitting on top of him, kissing on his neck. When Kaeya’s eyes fall onto yours, he is more than shocked to see that you were here. You stood there for a few seconds. Trying to convince yourself that the things you saw wasn’t true. The scene you see right before your eyes is fake. It can’t be real. It shouldn’t be real. But finally, you took the reigns and quickly flipped away. While you stormed away, you were cursing yourself for every believing that you could’ve fixed whatever had happened.

Being back in the car, you bump your head repeatedly against the steering wheel, yelling stupid constantly. The drive back home was lifeless but once you got home, you immediately began packing your bags. There was no way you would breathe the same air as this man, let alone stay in the same house after the scene before you. As you pack, you couldn’t help but to batter yourself. All the times he came home smelling strongly like a woman. It had raised suspicion in your head, but you trusted Kaeya. You trusted him and looked where that got you. Your body shook with anger as you replayed the scene in your head. The many suspicious behavior. If you had known any better, he was probably with her last night. You were done in only 2 hours, packing everything that could remind Kaeya of you. By the time Kaeya did come home, it would be an empty home. You take one last look around the house before you slam the door close. You have no intention of ever coming back.

Kaeya opens the door slowly. The whole house was dark and he kind of figured you went to bed. Slowly walking into your bedroom without turning any of the lights on. Turning the room light on, the bed was empty. And so was the closet. Kaeya quickly opens every drawer of yours just to find them empty. Kaeya’s heart rate begins to spike as he realizes how serious the situation is. You’re gone and it’s because of his own stupidity. Kaeya picks up his phone. "Yes, I need another favor."

Note: This will be a small series in the making. It will showcase Yandere themes later on in the series.

#kaeya #kaeya alberich #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #yandere x reader #yandere kaeya x reader #genshin impact yandere #yandere genshin impact #kaita-senpai drabbles #kaita senpai

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celestoria · 1 year

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Idol’s Idolatry

Pairing: Yandere!Scaramouche x Idol!fem!Reader

Tags: yandere, Idol AU, overstimulation, fingering, degrading, groping, implied sadistic scaramouche

Summary: Fans have been getting too chummy with you and it seems like you forgetten who you belong to. It’s time to teach you a lesson.

A/n: Hello! Originally this was suppose to be joined with another scenario but the second one got too long. I decided to post them as two seperate post. Stay tuned for Yandere!Xiao x Idol!reader

Do not interact if you are 16 and under (17+)

Scaramouche and you had something in common. It was this fiery passion and determination to strive for greatness. He adored that about you and when you rose to fame in your idol career, he couldn’t be any happier…but that was only in the beginning.

Fans would flock all over you and some would even sell their soul to share a moment of eye contact with you. All your time and attention went to your fans and career.

This struck Scaramouche with a painful wound in his heart and when the hidden dagger of your success pulled out from him, he was left with this empty hole in his chest. The very same pain he felt when his mother neglected him throughout his childhood to focus on other things.

He won’t let you do that to him. Scaramouche promised he’ll never let himself go through the same pain again. He won’t let you betray him like this.

You were perched up on Scaramouche’s lap and the cool breeze brushed against your bare, flushed skin. Only the moonlight that beamed out of your bedroom window illuminated his lustful yet sadistic face as he had his fingers curled deep inside you. Your teeth bit down on his shoulder and your fingernails dug into his back, leaving red marks covering his body. Lewd sounds mindlessly spilled from your mouth all thanks to the overstimulation he’s been continuing on for God knows how long.

“You’re so pathetic. I gave you all my support and this is how you repay me?” Bitter envy coated Scaramouche’s words. “You know that in the end, I’m the only one for you. No one else,” he exclaimed and went rougher on you, basically brutalizing your sensitive g-spot. “Can any of your fans make you feel this good? Tell me, who’s the only person that makes you turn into such a cumdump of a mess?”

Though his words were harsh and mean, your walls clenched tighter around his fingers and oozed out more of your juices.

“I’m waiting for an answer here,” Scaramouche demanded before he started fondling your perked-up breast and pinching your hard nipple, earning himself a louder moan coming from you.

You screamed out his name. Over and over again and chanting it like a prayer of admiration for him. Your voice echoing in that dimmed room was all he needed to hear to feel like he was in ecstasy.

“Good to know you still know you belong to me,” the young man stopped teasing your pussy and finally gave you a chance to cum.

The slow motion of his fingers pulling out from inside of you made you shudder and you leaned on his chest, huffing due to the exhaustion he placed you in.

Scaramouche placed his coated fingers in his mouth, licking every drop of your sweet arousal of himself. “I’m still not done with you. I want you to know that you’ll always be mine. No matter what.”

#scaramouche #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin impact scaramouche #scara x reader #scara smut #genshin impact yandere #genshin impact idol au #yandere scaramouche #roiree red zone

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anantaru · 1 year

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Soft yandere, alhaitham material plz?

cw. yandere, gn! reader, i don't write yandere ever but i wanted to try it

yandere alhaitham is one compelling individual and one who would not headlong go on to the— so on, standard yandere routines.

rather would he progressively turn you away from yourself and have you dependent on his person, piece by piece, one little step at the time.

he doesn't have to follow you around, because in truth, you were already in the palm of his hand.

uninterruptedly would alhaitham persevere his goal to quietly mingle with your significant researches in the sumeru akademiya— now, as the temporary acting grand sage, even if he personally disliked the idea of working more, as an accessory to him being in such a fundamental position at that, there was still an illuminated light at the end of the dark tunnel. His stern semblance collapses as his lips swerve into a feeble grin, he was now having the power to focus systematically into your undertakings without it ever becoming devilishly suspicious.

you're sacrificing weeks on weeks on your research? now now, alhaitham will undermine it just an imperceptible bit, so you would, in the fullness of the night, anxiously knock on his door, on the verge of bawling your eyes in front of him, because how on earth did this one central analysis go missing?

you're hyperventilating and he's here, for you, with open arms, successfully interlacing and meshing his charge and containment into your psyche.

alhaitham does it with such inexhaustible ease, barely lifted a finger at that— his mind, a cruel one, one that was now incandescent with curiosity on what was next to come.

#alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact yandere #yandere alhaitham #tw yandere #cw yandere #𖤣𖤥𖠿𖤣𖤥 thirsts'

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lovesickeros · 4 months

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in the meantime come to horrifying realization there's like zero yan clorinde content so everyone sit down and listen to my ted talk (this is a requirement I have locked the doors and blocked the fire exits)

personally don't think Clorinde leans towards threats to be honest. she'd feel horrible and guilty if she did and I don't think she could handle you hating her or being afraid of her (maybe if you pushed her far enough then maybe she could justify it because she's trying to protect you but you'd really have to push it).

imo? leans more towards following you around with a hint of subtle manipulation behinf the scenes0. even if it's within the confines of the Court of Fontaine and the place is swarming with Gardemeks you can never be too sure. absolutely fumbles the excuse if you catch her though (if)

the epitome of gentleman, too. she "bumps" into you a lot and always offers to help– even if it's just a few small bags she takes them from you to help ease your burden, basically following you around like a lost puppy. it's a lot easier to trust the nice, polite woman who helped you then the stilted, awkward woman desperate for your attention.

her reluctance to threaten you or force you to do anything doesn't extend to people you know, though. she can cook up any manner of crime that'd get them stuck fighting a duel with her or dealing with a trial that'd get them sent straight to the fortress.

of course, the first thing she'd do is make sure you're okay. she still cares about you (and she really doesn't mean to manipulate you, but really, don't you find it odd that everyone around you is so sketchy? you should be more careful about who you trust. you trust her though, dont you?).

clorinde is very much in for the long game, in the end. she'd only kidnap you as a last resort. she'd much prefer slowly getting closer to you and having you come with her of your own free will (even if it's because she's been planting ideas in your head that you really aren't safe all alone like this. all your friends turned out to be criminals, after all, and what if they start to blame you and try to hurt you? it's best that you stay with her for a while)

if you had a lover, though? oh, she's livid. she makes sure to pin an absolutely heinous crime on them– one that would involve you. after all, she could swoop in and play savior after killing that wretched pest. she did save you from their alleged plan, after all.

a bit awkward with physical affection to be honest, but she tries in her own way. she does what she can to make your life easier– protects you, makes sure you have a roof over your head and nice clothes, a bed and warm baths, expensive foods..anything you want, she would get you without even asking.

why would you ever want to leave? don't you know how dangerous it is outside? who would take care of you if not her? she provides you with all you need, and with only the best (please don't leave)

basically your personal guard dog. she won't bite if you just listen to her and stay put.

and she's just absolutely smitten. careful if you actually use her gifts, because she'll think you're reciprocating her affection whether you are or not. you'll be drowning in new clothes, always trying need food..and she'll always be hovering over your shoulder, watching.

#genshin yandere #genshin impact yandere #yandere clorinde #clorinde x reader #clorinde is so german shepard coded yknow..#she doesnt want to hurt you but she will restrain you if she has to. and its something she is very good at #clorinde is a bit of a sweetheart. a gentleman. but shes also horribly manipulative even if she doesnt mean to be #she just cant handle seeing other people so casually interacting with you #they would probably commit a crime in the future anyway #so its fine if she frames them for something #and she just wants to comfort you after finding out your supposed friend is a horrible person..#its not her fault you start to rely on her because everyone else betrays your trust #shes just trying to comfort you #i mean shes very self aware that shes a bad person for doing it and she knows shes doing it #shakes her around like a can of soda. fucked up yans who sre conflicted over their actions #but do it anyway because their rationalize it so much that they think their doing you a service by keeping you safe #this is all gonna be horribly ooc when we find out more abt clorinde isnt it. anyway #clorinde and the hunting metaphor they used in 4.2 w reader is so tasty though #mm thsts good food #where r my fellow clorinde enjoyers man #ughhhh its way past my bedtime does this make sense........idk im gojng 2 bed or snth

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dropletpetals · 1 year

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What even is love?

(feat. The Wanderer/Scaramouche)

❥⁠Synopsis: How can you say you love him with such an honest smile and adoring eyes when you knew everything that he has done?

❥⁠Content Warnings: Yandere behavior, stalking, killing, jealousy

❥⁠Author's Notes: (Im)patiently waiting for the maintenance to end so here's a Wanderer/Scara fic to pass the time. I'm thinking of writing another Scara one but sagau this time.

Why does he feel this...affection for you when he thought he had discarded this emotion away? Why does he miss your touch as soon as it ends? Why does he miss your eyes, your laugh, your smile, as soon as he is apart from you?

Why does he find himself searching for you wherever he went? Why does he find himself following you in the shadows to make sure you're safe?

Why does he find himself jealous when you're talking with others, laughing with them, and touching them?

Why does he find himself killing them in an effort to stop this strange hurt that he feels in his chest? Why does he hate them for interacting with you?

Why does your touch soothe him so, uncaring of the blood on his face? Why does your smile make him want to smile too and give him this feeling of being buoyant?

A hesitant touch, a fleeting kiss, and a shiver that rocks his body as you fully embrace him. He finds himself reciprocating, his arms wrapping around your waist with a tight grip.

"I love you," You whispered as if admitting a secret.

"I love you."

Oh.

These words echo in his mind, these three little words that make his body tremble, that make him ache, these words that scream in his soul.

How can you say that with such an honest smile and adoring eyes? How can you say that when you knew everything that he has done? How can you say that when you knew full well of the blood in his hands?

This feeling, is this love? What even is love? How can a doll like him love? How can you love a doll like him? But even if this isn't love...

"I love you too," He confessed, a hand to your cheek and a delighted smile on his face that was edged with madness.

Does it matter if this isn't love? It was all the same, isn't it? He'd be loyal to you, and you'll be loyal to him. This love will chain you to each other and will be there for all eternity. A mortal you may be but as proven, mortals can find ways to immortality.

He'll never let you go, even for death and you will spend your forever with him. He wants every minute, every second that you have, for him. He wants your whole attention, your whole life only for him, because that's what love is...right?

❥⁠End Note: Dear Gacha gods, this is my humble offering for The Wanderer. All I ask in return is for him to come home at early pity.

❥⁠Q: What are you guys naming Scara? I'm leaning toward Sorahiko.

#ash.♥#genshin impact yandere #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #yandere scaramouche #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere wanderer x reader

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daze4all · 6 months

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Drabble Sickly! Reader x Yandere.

Warning: Yandere, Dark, Dub/noncon kiss scene, implied confinement

This incarnation of her is forgetful almost like a zombie as she moves stiffly around the garden. He is darkly relieved she cannot run from him like this.

However, neither can she talk, and he finds he misses the sound of voice. When it was full of emotion whether lively, hateful, or resigned to her fate.

Her visage like fading like flower wilting in the moonlight a fragrance a sight only he would enjoy knowing what she had been.

“Only one, that I can accept,” Self-righteously he proclaimed as he tilted her chin to kiss her. Sealing the unspoken oath that he would keep her locked away hidden from prying eyes far from those who might take her away from him.

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Maybe Marastruck, erosion or QiQi Zombies like Reader but older

Possible poisoning or drug use may be use don reader to be sick and helpless to rely on yandere

Yandere Jing Yuan, Dan Feng/Heng, Blade, Loucha etc.

Genshin Guys Yandere Zhongli, Tartaglia, Wriothesley, Neuvoviltte, Kaveh , Diluc etc.

Honkai Star Rail Yandere Series

#male yandere x reader #yandere imagines #honkai star rail x reader #hsr blade #yandere prompts #hsr yandere #genshin impact yandere #yandere zhongli #yandere childe #yandere jing yuan #yandere blade #male yandere #yandere #honkai star rail imagines #genshin yandere #yandere neuvillette #yandere wriothesley

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nagoyatriste · 2 years

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Yandere! Diluc Ragnvindr

contents: yandere behavior, death, kidnapping, unhealthy relationship.

pairing: Yandere! Diluc Ragnvindr x Fem! Reader.

word count: 695

a/n: I wanted to do more characters all in one part but it took me so long to do just the Diluc part so I'm gonna do them separately, sorry :( also wanted to do a gn reader but I forgot and did a fem reader, but next parts are going to be with a gn reader!

You met him at one of his big parties, you were no more than a waiter at this event but that didn't prevent you from getting his attention.

How he's not going to fall for you? You look so lovely, a shy attitude surrounding you, the way you look for help or comfort in the other waiters when a guest treats you badly or weirdly, it turns on something inside of him, something inside of his dead soul.

Without losing time approaches you, using his more "agreeable" attitude with you, the usual that he uses at his events with his guests.

Fastly you fall into his spell, and without making too much effort you are in the palm of his hand and he loves it, Diluc may be a cold guy but he has all the enhancements up his sleeve and is going to use them to get what he wants.

That night he decided that you were too much for everyone but him. You are an innocent soul that needs a guardian, a princess in search of her knight.

But didn't kidnap you, of course, he can't wait the moment to have you for only him and enjoy your full life together, but he isn't an idiot, no matter how much he wants his actions would never be hasty or impulsive.

When the moment arrived he did it, Diluc took what was his from the beginning and took it only for him. For him, it wasn't difficult at all, being the richest man in the nation has its benefits.

A whole story was created to "explain your disappearance": apparently, you were searching for a few herbs on the outside of Mondstadt and accidentally get caught by hilichurls, no one knows what happened to you but all of them agree that you're not alive, a poor girl without any knowledge of defense won't survive to a mass of those aggressive monsters.

The Knights of Favonius get involved in your search, even Diluc joined it, who was going to suspect him now? No one! His time is valuable, everybody knows that, so if he gets involved with the Knights ignoring all his duties he gotta be a good man, right?

They searched in a lot of places that are known for having hilichurls grouping but you just didn't appear, neither dead nor alive, it was like you just evaporated from the earth.

The Knights and people from Mondstadt were sad and hurt because of your horrendous end, the Ragnvindr helped in everything he could, staying stoic, no one there knows the satisfaction he has in his heart, you are alive and well, he's taking care of you, and the better: you're full his.

In a secret room of the mansion, an underground place hidden from all the workers of the bartender, there you are.

From day one he will treat you like the most valuable thing in his life, maybe because you are. The idea of putting a ring on your finger moves something in his heart, but it's not the moment.

Diluc can be permissive with a few things, but something that's sure is that you would never experience freedom again, you don't need it.

If things get better with your attitude toward him, he will start treating you like a person with an opinion and rights, you can't decide things by yourself like going outside or talking with people but Diluc will consider your opinion in other aspects less important.

When you start to change with him, either because you give up or you started to love him, it's when things turn out the better, he takes you out of that cold room, and now both sleep together in his matrimonial bed, you can eat all the meals with him at the dining room, and maybe take little walks around the mansion at night when no one is around.

"Hm? Why would you want to go outside? There's nothing for you, it's dangerous. It's better for you to stay here, you can stroll through the mansion and if you behave yourself I can let you go out to the vineyards, of course, with me"

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc genshin impact #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fanfics #yandere diluc #genshin impact yandere #yandere diluc x reader #yandere diluc ragnvindr

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