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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.."

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5eraphim · 1 year

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Yandere!Engineer NSFW Alphabet

Link to the NSFW alphabet //Link to Spy’s Alphabet //Link to Sniper’s Alphabet

Character: The Engineer 🦦 (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: M (MINORS DNI)

Content warnings: Yandere, NSFW, toxic relationship dynamics, baby trapping, cock warming, primal kink

MASTER LIST

Word Count: 2.9k

(Last Edited 1/3/2023)

TIP JAR

Aftercare, what are they like after sex?

Even as a yandere, the Engineer can be a softy, well above average regarding aftercare. Even if he were a bit crueler or harsher with you during intimacy, he wouldn't dream of kicking you out of bed to sleep on the floor or anything like that. Chances are, if he were a bit brutish during intimacy, he'd be all the softer in the aftercare. God did not give this man his beautiful, strong arms not to scoop you up in and keep your naked body nice and warm in the after-glow. Aftercare is his way of feeling like everything is alright, and he can pretend the two of you have a normal, non-obsessive relationship, nothing less than sacred to him.

Body part: what is their favorite body part and their partner's?

Engie is an ass man, full stop. His love for a great ass transcends the limits of sexual gratification into the realm of pure-hearted adoration. He loves nothing more than post-sex cuddles where he lays on his back with you resting against his chest. Your head resting contently over his heart, his hands on your ass, lightly caressing the flesh of your hips, rubbing little circles with his fingers.

Cum, anything to do with cum, basically.

Considering his cock is well proportioned with the rest of him, on the thicker side, nice and heavy his cum output is about similar. That said, the poor man is a touch out of practice and can be a little sloppy. He just can't help himself. He's not trying to fluster and leave you splattered with his seed. It was all an accident! Well, at least that's what he'd tell you.

Dirty secret: what is a hidden, dark fantasy of theirs?

He's not one to keep many secrets, but he does have a few fantasies about you he'll try to keep to himself. Not counting the fact he's kidnapped you and is holding you against your will as his secret lover, of course. Engie likes the idea of fucking you knightly until you're eventually knocked up with his child. The idea of breaking someone who was once so free and independent and turning them into his obedient and attentive wife and mother to his children gives him an intense sense of power.

Experience, do they know what they're doing? How much experience before now?

When he was a bit younger, he definitely got around. He may be a small-town boy, but he was still popular with the ladies. That "southern gentlemanly charm" doesn't come to one overnight, and he was fortunate to practice this charm with many lovely, quite willing bachelorettes. He may be a bit rustier, given he hardly has the time for romance or pleasure, though Engie is wise and eager to please all the same. But, now that he has you, someone he truly loves with all his heart, someone who makes him burn like never before, Engie feels more invigorated sexually than he's felt in a long, long time.

Favorite position goes without saying.

(Cowgirl, lol nah- too easy) Engie's probably rather old school when it comes to things like this and is likelier to opt for missionary style at the best of times. He likes to see your pretty face all flushed and sweaty as he pounds into your body from above. Especially the way he can feel your little hands gripping against his back, and he especially loves when you leave long scratches along the length of his back without even realizing it. He'd let you hop on top every now and then, though, at times like this, it's more to indulge you and satisfy your pleasure over his own.

Goofy, are they more serious in the moment, or how would they lighten the mood?

Well, he's made it this far- might as well have some fun with it! Even when he's acting more hostile or rough to keep you compliant and in line, he's not above a little dark humor. He'll do anything to provoke cute little emotional reactions from you, and it's at times like this when he's the biggest tease. Especially loves to flusher you in public, letting you know he's moments away from pulling you aside and getting dirty right then.

How well-groomed is their hair?

Gives no fucks. Engie's pretty hairy all over (well, almost all over) and wouldn't bother grooming unless you specifically asked him to. He also doesn't really care about your body hair situation. It's just not something he's ever worried much about. Might be slightly hesitant to shave body hair because he likes the "burly" feeling, but again, if it meant that much to you, he'd oblige.

Intimacy: how are they romantically speaking during the moment?

While it was mentioned prior he's a softy even as a yandere, the difference between gentle and rough sex with Engie is like night and day. (This is expanded on in the kink section) If he's feeling gentle, he'd prefer to face you during sex and mutter out the occasional praise, calling you "his girl." Saying things like, "you're so beautiful like this'' or "God, you feel so good," as well as planting kisses along your neck and chest.

If it's rougher sex, he's a whole 'nother breed. His hands, once gentle, now bruisingly rough on you, soft, almost shy praises replaced with low moans and grunts, drowning out any noises of resistance or pain coming from your end. Not to mention the biting. Watch your fingers.

Jack off masturbation headcanon.

He's only for it if you aren't around, honestly. In his opinion, it's strictly utilitarian, and while it may relieve a little tension and help him focus and all, it's far less compelling to him than sex with you. Engie may be the type to not masturbate when he's alone, so he's more pent-up, and everything feels all the more intense with you.

Kink one or more of their kinks.

(Taking you home and introducing you to his parents and siblings, what a freak.)

Engie is the poster boy for not only having a primal kink but excelling at said kink. If you didn't know, a primal kink means one who gets off acting more animalistic during sex, especially the closer one is to climaxing. Imagine Engie not holding back his brute strength against you, scratching and biting your flesh, his breathing heavy, almost labored, occasionally broken by an animalistic grunt and moan of satisfaction. While this is one of his biggest kinks, it's unlikely you'll see this side of him when he's not in the mood for rough sex.

When in the mood to keep things light between you two, he's far more vanilla. Even in these moments, he gets a kick out of straddling your waist and pinning your arms. Getting you as helpless as possible under his groin while you're a sweaty, needy mess trying to grind against him for any friction or relief while he just looks down at you and smiles.

Likes the idea of you cockwarming him while he's alone in his workshop late at night after everyone's fallen asleep. If you couldn't tell Engie loves overstimulation and can't get enough of the feeling of your overheated, bleary-eyed face pleading with him to let you cum. All the while, he's humming to himself, happily working away, as though he's unaware of the way he throbs listening to your begging.

Location, where is their favorite place or places to do the do?

Before he decided he needed to kidnap you and keep you locked up under his control, Engie loved getting you flustered where other people could see the two of you. All the hotter if you were in another relationship with another at the time. Likes to mess with you by sliding a hand up your skirt or otherwise up against the bare flesh of your leg. Shamelessly squeezing your ass when greeting you with a bear hug, simply shrugging while smiling, saying, "Sorry, I'm a hugger." Knowing you wouldn't want to accuse someone like him, one with such a "nice guy" reputation, of something so skeezy. Making you sit on his lap, slithering his arms around you to keep you extra close whenever the two of you were working together. (So he can help supervise and make sure you're not making any mistakes, obviously.) All in good fun to him, but likely wouldn't actually fuck you anywhere but home. For Engie, it's all about the little power moves and the build-up, which makes the main event all the more satisfying.

Motivation, what turns them on or gets them going?

Most people know Engie as such an easy-going sweetheart. Almost no one would assume he'd be such a horndog, considering how well he keeps this side of him under wraps. But if you ever test him when you sit on his lap in public or give him one of those little surprise hugs from behind followed by a kiss on the cheek? It's all over for him. Loves when you dote on him so much, he's far from high-maintenance, but it's more about feeling cared for than anything else. He's gotten in trouble before for circumventing the Medbay because he wanted to feel you patching up his wounds instead of Medic.

No, what is something they wouldn't do, and what are their turn-offs?

Even though he knows your relationship isn't precisely consensual and far from an equal partnership, he still sees himself as a "nice guy." So he wouldn't be into severe degradation or something that would make you insecure. In his twisted psyche, this would potentially cause you to question his love for you, and he can't allow that! And while, as a yandere, he might be one to use physical punishments to keep you in line, any kind of physical activity which could genuinely threaten your safety or leave you permanently affected is off the table.

Oral, what is their preference in giving or receiving, and what is their skill level?

While he isn't the most experienced per-say, you had no idea until he told you. This man is addicted to the feeling of holding you down, the sense of totally undoing you with little more than the flick of his tongue. He likes to feel your hands on his head, but he's more focused on the joy he feels holding your thighs down, keeping you locked around his head. Obsessed with how he gets a front-row seat to the tension rising in your body and how your climax leaves you a panting mess before his eyes.

However, he will expect you to return the favor, so don't get too comfortable. Sure hope you have some experience because Engie is a face-fucking veteran, and while he loves the act, he loves to look at how you look after he's done with you even more. The humiliation over being forced into such a compromising position, the mess gathered in the corners of your mouth, the way your roughed-up hair frames your face, nothing better.

Pace, are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?

He'll do his best to start slow, to try and get you nice and warmed up before going all in, if you're being good, that is. If you were already testing his patience or acting more withdrawn than usual, he wouldn't beat around the bush. If he's in the mood to be rough and leave you bruised and sore, he won't think twice about it. If he's feeling a bit more playful, he may consider going easy on you and edge you until you're begging for release, only to leave you high and dry. Holding your heated twitching body against his as he rolls over to fall asleep. If you want to come, you'll have to dry-hump against him, nothing more. The satisfaction of reducing you to a sweaty, horny mess sloppily grinding against the (as far as you know) sleeping maniac holding your captive. He likely won't actually nod off until you manage to get yourself off or until you eventually pass out yourself.

Quickie, what are their opinions on quickies, and how often?

This guy loves quickly. But what he loves even more than that is to intentionally get you all riled up. It's much more fun for him to tease you and leave you hot and bothered, far more so than a quick in-and-out.

Risk, are they game to experiment, and do they take risks?

Overall he's not too driven about trying something different or crazy unless he could see it made you all excited. Though all that said, his only rules here are to keep things strictly between the two of you and behind closed doors. Likely even if he isn't too hot on whatever idea you're proposing, knowing how excited it's making you is enough to entice him. He may have one or two dirty scenarios of his own he would want to play out with you, but even as a yandere, he wouldn't want to scare you over some silly fantasy.

Stamina, how many rounds can they go for?

Not something he's too happy to admit, but when he first started sleeping with you, he didn't last long. He can't help it, though! He's been pining over you for so long now, and now that he finally has you, it's all just too perfect, and he's coming well before you, maybe more than once. He may even fall asleep without satisfying you if he feels you deserve it. But all he needs is a little time to get to know your body and get a little more practice. After that, it's practically effortless for him to get two or three rounds with you a night before kissing you goodnight. Of course, if you were in the mood for extra attention, all you'd need to do is ask.

Toys, do they own toys? Do they use them on a partner or themselves?

While he may be an Engineer, it's hard to see him owning many toys, considering how non-utilitarian they are, but this is with one big exception. Engie has a very soft spot for handcuffs and adores using them on you. As mentioned before, he just loves the idea of his partner being needy and helpless and submissive, and handcuffs are the easiest way for him to achieve this. He also likes to rile you up by saying things like,

"You know, maybe if you're a good girl, I'll even let you out of these when I'm done with you." or "I could get used to the sight of you like this. Hell, maybe I ought to keep you here 'till tomorrow night." (Also, you just KNOW his corny-ass will call you his favorite toy.)

Unfair. How much do they like to tease?

While he may be a little rough around the edges, Engie was still brought up as a respectful southern gentleman… outside the bedroom, that is. He loves pushing your buttons and watching how pent-up you can get until you burst. It's nothing short of sacred to Engie, feeling so special that he, and he alone, gets to watch you in such a state of decadence. From the bottom of his heart, Engie really does see you as nothing less than his soulmate, and it's truly a religious experience to watch you.

Volume, how loud are they, and what sounds do they make?

He's a real dirty talker and can get easily lost in the situation and get loud with his grunts and moaning. Partly because it's just what comes most naturally to him, as well as insanely rewarding to see you all flushed and embarrassed at his lewd behavior.

Wild card a random headcanon for them.

He likely keeps a lot of industrial equipment around your holding site and has perhaps more than jokingly mentioned how beautiful he thinks you'd look all strung up and chained down. Not that he's waiting for you to test him to indulge in this fantasy or anything…

X-ray what's going on under those clothes?

As mentioned earlier, he's a hairy guy, not entirely from head to toe, but all the same. His dick is definitely proportional to the rest of him. It's sturdy and thick. Good length, not anything special, but he's always been the type to get you off with hands, mouth, and dick rather than solely his cock. But it's gonna leave you very comfortably stretched, so he doesn't have to worry about hurting you or leaving you excessively sore the next day. He prides himself on knowing he doesn't need to be hung like a horse. He just knows how to use it to get you to come.

Yearning, how high is their sex drive?

Once you were firmly and unquestionably within his care, he felt more sexually charged than he could ever remember. Engie never fancied himself the "grand romantic" type, but now that he has someone who brings out that part of him, he considers it his calling to make sure to be the best lover he could be.

Zzz, how quickly do they fall asleep afterward?

He's a simple man. Once he's shot a good load or a few, he's spent and ready for the night. And once he feels your weight and body heat resting on his chest? It doesn't take more than that to send him off.

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