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lijojo · 9 months

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genshin sugar daddies: leaving hickeys on you

premise: you have seven sugar daddies: one for each day of the week. it’s a bit overwhelming, but you try you’re best to keep each relationship relatively independent from the other. that means no hickeys. except, well, each one of them wants to make you theirs exclusively and they’re not above marking you secretly to send a message to tomorrow’s person. (yandere! possessive! genshin reverse harem x reader) (modern au!)

*if you want more yandere genshin sugar daddy content the introduction is here but this can be a standalone read!

tags: nsfw, dark content, afab reader, fingering, dirty-talk, unprotected sex, dub-con, smut smut smut smut smut

diluc is no stranger to jealousy. you can sense it in the way his eyes constantly beckon for yours. the way he grips tightly onto your waist. he never asks anything more than your gaze on monday evenings. they have to be on him. always. not for a second more are you allowed to look at anything else but him. he’s greedy, always pulling you to look at him once more. naturally, his gaze is always on you.

you feel it drag up and down your back. crawl into the little dip in your neckline to see what’s underneath your clothes.

so the one time, the one time, kaeya’s crafty attempts to leave hickeys on your folds and inner thighs in the midst of eating you out, diluc catches it.

he sees it the moment he peels off your panties. what should’ve been a slow sequence of him sinking his tongue into your pussy is immediately halted at the sight of a very small but noticeable bruise in the juncture between your thighs and your labia minora.

kaeya’s warning.

the change in his demeanor is undeniable. his heavy gaze flits over to your face. intentful. unaware of the hickey, you’re understandably confused.

if diluc’s seen something, he doesn’t tell you. instead, he internalizes the sight. it’s a warning and a challenge.

mine.

he’s quick to grab onto your wrists and pin them above your head. before you can brace yourself, he’s slipped a finger inside you. you gasp at the sudden intrusion, but welcome him as he curls his finger towards him, gently brushing against that spongy spot that leaves you breathless.

he chuckles lightly as you roll your eyes back. his thumb presses on your clit, nudging it side to side. “you’re soaking wet,” he mutters, sliding another two fingers inside you. “all for me?”

your hold on the sheets tightens.

he leans closer to your ear. “i can’t wait to smear the remnants of your orgasm on my cock. make it slick enough to slip inside you. make you feel good. we want my darling to feel really good, right?”

you hiss when he starts thrusting his fingers into you at rapid speed. desperate. eager to make you spill your affection onto his hands.

“that wasn’t a rhetorical question, sweetheart.”

you can’t help the moan that leaves you as you approach your climax. “y-yes! yes—ah—diluc!”

his grin looks so unlike him. his thumb starts to draw circles on your clit, going quicker and quicker the more you squirm and moan.

“cum on me. do it for me, princess. cum all over my hand. give me all your everything.”

you can barely understand the undertone in his words. instead, you reach your high. your orgasm pours out of you, onto his beckoning fingers. and instead of letting you go, he continues mercilessly until your left whining for him to stop.

and he does. eventually. he slowly pulls his digits out of your crying cunt. he collects the droplets that trickle out of your lower lips and let’s it drip onto his twitching dick. he runs his hands along his shaft, letting out a shaky groan.

“look how pretty you’ve made me. this is all you, darling.”

he fucks you like it’s he’ll die if he doesn’t. blinded by the mixture of pain and pleasure, you close your eyes and submit to the feeling of overwhelming bliss.

you’re so overwhelmed, that you don’t register how he’s kissing your neck like a man on a mission.

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the two of you are in the middle of a normal tuesday brunch when childe sees it. when you turn to accept the menu from the waiter, he can see the slightest marks that you couldn’t hide, even with the most expensive foundation.

you curse internally when you see his eyes narrow in on you. you should’ve known better than to ever believe that diluc would ever follow one of your only rules: no hickeys.

and now childe, notoriously competitive, will feel compelled to have his fill.

you should’ve worn a scarf.

you thought that the position of the hickey, and the slight fadedness your foundation was barely able to provide would’ve been enough. you were wrong.

like a built-in reflex, you smile. “what’s the matter? is there something wrong?”

he gives you a smile, an all-knowing smile as he takes the menu from you. “nothing is wrong at all, girlie. i’m just admiring that new necklace i bought you.”

you’re good at pretending nothing’s wrong, so you fiddle the crystals with your hand. “i love the way it shimmers,” you add, “i love how sparkly you’ve made me.”

if you’ve done anything to settle his displeasure, he doesn’t show it. instead, he averts his eyes to the menu. you know better than to believe that nothing bad will come out tonight.

for the rest of the night, he engages in small talk with you. about the weather. a new store that’s just opened up. some story about some poor guy who borrowed more money than he could ever give back. the thought makes you tighten your grip on your fork.

when you get back to his penthouse, he’s quick to strip you of your luxurious gown and all of it’s accompanied gold accents. when you reach to take off the necklace that decorates your neck, he stops you.

“keep it on,” he whispers, his hand crawling up your thigh to grip your ass. “wanna fuck you looking so pretty in my jewelry. wanna make you shine with sweat as pretty as those gems.”

“oh really?” you retort, sliding your hand between the two of your bodies and cupping his sex. he groans as you run your fingertips down his groin. “wanna make me shine with your cum?”

“yes,” he gasps. in the heat of the moment, his eyes catches the faint outline of diluc’s mark just below your jaw. overtaken by some primal instinct, he presses your waist against him. “you’re letting all those side-fucks give you hickeys?”

his words almost make you want to freeze. but you’re quick to resume back to normal, to pretend that those words don’t phase you. that you don’t hear the implications in the undertones of his voice.

it’s worse if you tell him it was unintentional.

“it’s a new development.” you tug at his hair as he digs his face into the crook of your neck. “you get only one.”

you need to have the upper hand. in a sea of seven men who are constantly demanding things from you, you have to take what you’re dealt with and do something before they overtake you.

he grins. “you’re such a tease. which motherfucker left this on you?”

you know better than to tell him. everyone knows that there’s seven who you’re regularly seeing. but they don’t know the names—not the order. you know better than to give names. these men are as powerful as they are rich, you wouldn’t do anything that’d upset the city’s dynamics.

so you avoid the question, like you’ve always done.

“i can think of better ways you can use that mouth, other than asking silly questions.”

his brow twitches, but he doesn’t do anything else to push you. instead, he smiles into your neck. “only one?”

“only one,” you confirm.

he doesn’t hesitate to take off your necklace. his hands dive to the back of your neck to unclip it and toss it to the side. you let out a yelp in surprise when it clangs onto the coffee table.

“i’ll buy you a better one,” he says in-between open-mouthed kisses on your jawline. “fuck, i’ll buy you a thousand more.”

he sinks down to your collarbone. “’been dreaming of this. my girl, my pretty, pretty girl, wearing reminders of me.”

♡

the two of you are in the comfort of kazuha’s home. wednesdays are reserved for writing, and like always, you’re pinned under his watchful gaze while he writes his thoughts away in his notebook.

with every few scrawls, he peeks over the paper to steal glances at you. you hum, pretending to be blissfully aware. you’re just here as his muse.

as of this moment, you snuggle into your comfortable place in the back of his study, leaning against the window that expands to his backyard that oversees the sunrise and sunset. your own notebook rests on your thighs, your knees pressed close enough to your chest to allow you to write smoothly. kazuha sits across from you, his feet sometimes brushing against yours. if you laid your legs out straight, no doubt that the balls of your feet would meet his waist.

he keeps stealing glances at you. has been for the past hour. no matter how much you try to focus on your own poems, you can’t brush away the feeling of being watched.

his eyes are impeccable, and can spot the marks that occasionally peak underneath your scarf when you move a certain away.

“you let them mark you?” he asks out of the blue. not accusatorily, per se, but you can detect the edge in his voice.

the corners of your lips perk unnaturally. the moment you’d been dreading since you woke up had arrived. you let your eyes soften, as if it could soothe kazuha by any means. with a gentle hand, you reach out to softly grasp his hand that tightens around the edge of his notebook. it’s something he accepts readily, enveloping your hand with his.

“i was meaning to talk to you about this, kazu,” you say tenderly. “it’s just something i’m trying out. everyone gets one. see if everyone’s okay with it.”

kazuha doesn’t say anything. his gaze is fixated on your intertwined hands. “my love, they mark your skin like animals.”

you smile like it’s no trouble. because that’s what you need him to believe. you feel like kazuha’s a loose thread. tug him in the wrong direction, the wrong idea, and he’ll undo the entire sweater.

“it’s only going to be seven,” you reply, trying to lessen the tension.

“it’s better if there’s just one,” he retorts gingerly. “they aren’t gentle at all, are they?”

you don’t like the way his eyes sweep over your entire figure. you hold back a shudder, feeling as if a ghost had just passed through you.

“they are,” you mumble, although you can hardly say it’s true. “don’t you worry kazu, i can handle myself.”

your line of sight flits back to your intertwined hands; he lets go, instead running the pads of his fingers down the back of your hands before settling on your wrist. his hold is firm. it’s not tight enough to cause you pain, but not gentle enough to let you pull away.

“i’m sure you do, love,” he mutters. but the way he says it makes it seem as if he doesn’t believe you.

his eyes connect with yours intently.

the rustle of your clothes shuffling echoes through the quiet study as he pulls your wrist towards his mouth. in doing so, you’re forced to lean forward. his eyes never leave you, not when he presses a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist.

“they just want you for your body,” he says, more to himself than you. “they don’t love you at all. everything would be so much better if you just dropped them. let me take care of it. take care of it all.”

you don’t say anything back. he doesn’t want you to. and even if you did, it wouldn’t be something he’d want to hear. you have bills to pay. you have enemies a wealthy poet wouldn’t be able to defend you from on his own.

his tongue slides out of his mouth to lick a long strip up your wrist, all while looking at you. he presses open-mouthed kisses in the same spot, sucking and nibbling with purpose. in-between kisses, his tongue draws letters on the expanse of your skin in a sentence you’ve begun to fear.

A L L M I N E

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when spring comes, tighnari will sometimes give you hickeys. he’ll do it in the heat of the moment in a passionate rut. he can’t think of anything else but you. how perfect you are for him. how beautiful. how you belong to him.

while he drives his cock into you the only way he knows how, his lips will find their place in the crook of your neck. on the curve of your breasts. on the plush of your thighs. he’ll kiss you like you’re his air.

he’ll whimper into your skin. in that moment, you’re powerless to stop him. his pace is godspeed, pummeling into you like you’re his lifeline. driven to leave his white reminders of his love and devotion into your aching pussy. you can barely hold yourself up steadily. your fingers tremble. overcome with an insurmountable high, you can’t push him away as he leaves hickeys all over your body.

it’s not to send a message to everyone, per se, but to express the feelings he’d been keeping pent up during autumn, winter, and summer. the overwhelming infatuation and adoration he feels for you.

his pension for leaving nonstop hickeys on you starts to settle on the fourth day. and by the end of the week-long rut, they’ve faded just enough that you can cover it up with foundation and expensive jewelry.

but when he’s not blinded by his sexual desperation during the spring, it’s a different story.

it’s a perfectly fine thursday mid-afternoon in the comfort of tighnari’s study when he sees it.

he catches a glimpse of kazuha’s kiss on your wrist when you pass a cup of tea to him. your sleeves ride up just a bit under the beaming sun. you notice too, and are quick to pull back. but it’s too late. the moment he’s set down the cup he’s grabbing onto your wrist and pulling back the sleeve. “what’s this?”

you’re tempted to let out a breath of relief that he didn’t notice the hickey that barely rested on the edge of your collar. when you donned on the turtleneck sweater, you feared that he’d notice it if it slipped down and grow even more livid.

just play it off. pretend. if you’re lucky, by the end of this week, you’ll end up with only six hickeys.

“oh, i must’ve bumped into something.”

tighnari scowls. “this doesn’t seem like an ordinary bruise. how’d you get it?”

you’re scrambling for a believable response. “i was leaning back onto the counter and didn’t realize the corner was there.”

he chuckles. “clumsy you.” his forefinger inches up the slightest bit to press on it.

you wince. subsequently, your entire body tenses. this isn’t like those times where you can lie sweetly to him whenever he asks for you to stay for good. this isn’t like one of those times you can charm your way out of a situation. the way he looks at you is knowing. feral.

“i wasn’t born yesterday, love,” he hisses. “i know a hickey when i see one, especially when i leave them on you every spring.”

the way he kisses you after is rougher than usual. desperate. needy. aggressive. he presses into you, his tail wagging tentatively. he brings your arms to wrap around his neck. his tongue caresses your own, exploring your mouth like it’s a new discovery. a new treasure trove.

he whimpers into the kiss, his little squeaks and moans muffled by his need to devour you.

you close your eyes and let yourself get swept up with the pacing. to get distracted by him. you hardly register the time pass before the two of you are naked, your clothes strewn across the floor in his bedroom.

your back is pressed against his chest, your ass hugging his dick while he slides his hand down the valley between your breasts, stopping to pinch your nipple until it hardens. his other hand is left to its own devices, settling on your waist.

his fingers find themselves in the comfort of your pussy. he whimpers at how amazing you feel around his fingertips. how every time he pulls in and out, there’s squelching noises that almost overtake his little whines and yelps. every time he pushes his fingers back in, your ass presses a little closer to his dick.

he moans like you’re the one pleasuring him. like he’s on the cusp of euphoria, only silencing himself to press open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder.

“it’s m-my turn,” he says in-between whines. “m-my pretty l-little pet.”

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when alhaitham gets home after a long week of working, all he wants to do is relax in warmth of your embrace. friday is his reward.

he eats dinner as always, asking you questions in-between bites while delivering long stares that still make you feel like you’re being researched. but this week, instead of insisting you two spend quality time together reading on the couch, he coaxes you into the bedroom.

he groans into the kiss, pressing you to the wall as he helps you out of your clothes. but when he opens his eyes to admire your body, he doesn’t like what he sees.

he lets out an unamused chuckle. his hand brushes over your shoulder. “what’s this?”

you try to speak, but he cuts you off with another kiss. when you gasp in surprise, his tongue dives into your mouth.

he leaves you breathless; his pace is rough, almost angry.

“what a bad girl you are,” he seethes, “letting all those bastards touch you like that? bruise your pretty, pretty skin?”

he doesn’t let you talk. he envelops your opportunity to reply with his relentless kisses. he presses harder into your mouth, your teeth almost gnashing together. it’s almost painful, as if he wished to bind you two together.

“every friday is my solace, my holiday, didn’t you know?”

you gasp for air. “i-”

“i’m not done yet.” he brings his lips to yours for another hungry kiss. “every week i work so hard so i can see you, cherish you, and this is how you repay me? i thought you were my good girl.”

he chuckles darkly. “but you’re just a bad apple, aren’t you? i’ll have to fix that.”

he continues to kiss you. to ravish you with his mouth. he swallows your moans, his hands eagerly exploring your body like it’s his first time. and like always, his hands find their place on your chest.

“i’ve always loved your breasts: the way they curve, the way they sway so sweetly every time you arch your back for me, how your nipples perk up with every caress of mine.” he flicks one and you yelp.

“those imbeciles really have no intelligence at all.” he licks a long stripe in-between the valley of your breasts. “your body is a canvas.”

his eyes connect with yours, beckoning your gaze. a silent connection, a guarantee that you’re looking at him. at what he’s doing. at what he’s making you feel.

he stares at you attentively, and once again you feel like you’re being studied. every gasp that comes from your lips. every twitch of your brows. every time your eyelids flutter is under his watchful gaze like it’s the only thing his sight is for. like he’s a scientist researching the cure to his very own hunger.

his lips find purchase just on the edge of your areola, sucking intently. “to mark you is a form of art.”

he relishes in the way you shudder. but he needs more.

with one hand on your waist, his other comes up to fondle your other breast, craving for more reaction.

“only idiots wouldn’t be able to realize it.”

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unlike all of the other saturdays, where you’re probably swept up in the grand scheme of things (attending formal events, meeting politicians, or shopping like ayato’s wallet depended on it), you’re lounging in ayato’s home office on a calm evening.

the two of you decided to end things a bit earlier today and relax a bit. and by that, you suggested to spend some quality time alone so that you didn’t need to walk anymore. although you prided yourself on stamina and tolerance to soreness, even you couldn’t keep up after just about a week of aggressive men fucking their jealousy into you.

“it was hot today,” ayato mutters lazily as he gently runs his fingers through your hair. your head rests on the plush of his thigh, just as he likes it. “are you sure that you’re comfortable in that turtleneck, love?”

you curl into yourself a little bit more, tugging the collar up. “yes, i’m perfectly fine.”

you’re not fine. you’ve been sweating up a storm underneath your sweater but you were adamant on ending this week with six hickeys instead of seven. your stubbornness refused you the pleasure of ice-cold showers to wash away how your clothes burned you.

he pouts. “are you sure? you look awfully uncomfortable, dear. you can take a shower in my bathroom, if you’d like.” he smiles. “i won’t look, promise.”

you turn to look at him, contemplating. on one hand, you don’t believe anything good will come out of undressing in ayato’s house. you don’t believe his promise, either. if you knew him any better, he’d walk into the shower on the grounds of saving water, where he’d see all the hickeys imbued into your skin. while diluc, childe, and kazuha’s marks were getting a little faded, you doubt you could somehow explain alhaitham and tighnari’s hickeys.

but on the other hand, you’d been in this sweater for a whole day already. and your skin was started to get irritated. you felt gross with all of the sweat you’d accumulated. maybe five minutes wouldn’t hurt.

you smile like there’s nothing to worry about. like you’re an adoring lover. like you’re whoever ayato wants you to be. you reach out to cup his cheek, to which he warmly receives.

“okay. i’ll be back soon.”

he chuckles as you get up from his lap to head to the shower. you had to be quick.

you all but run to the bathroom once you’re out of sight. you head to ayato’s bedroom where some of your clothes are. dresses, lingerie, t-shirts, jeans, shorts, and all other items of clothing he’s ever bought you hang neatly in his closet. you pluck whatever seems practical and make a break for the shower.

you slip off the diamond ring he’d given you months ago. you all but slam it onto the counter, relieved your ring finger can breathe for once.

the quicker you take, the more likely you can shower without incident.

but the moment you’ve stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped secure around your torso, to your horror, the door opens.

“hey, love, i was wondering—”

just before you can close the door shut on him, his eyes connect to the discoloring on your shoulder.

regardless of his discovery, you move to usher him out. but mid-way, your feet are halted in the middle of the bathroom floor. the words are crawling in your mouth. you want to tell him that you’d like to shower in peace, tell it to him teasingly, but you don’t think you can.

that’s not what he wants. that’s not what pays the bills.

you offer a tight-lipped smile. “like what you see?”

he paces towards you, caressing your shoulder. he leans closer to you, examining the color, the shape, the size. “hm, so that’s how they want to play this game,” he whispers, ignoring your question entirely.

his hands gently tug at your towel. he smiles. “won’t you open up for me, love?”

he guides your hands as you drop the towel, revealing alhaitham’s mark.

“hm.” he looks at you as if he’s silently critiquing an art piece. “i see what’s going on here.”

he takes the ring that you left behind on the counter and works to slide it slowly onto your finger again. “you almost forgot to wear the symbol of our love, dear.”

“oh, it must’ve slipped my mind.” it’s like there’s cotton in your mouth. your throat feels dry.

he chuckles at that. “poor thing. my poor lover can be so forgetful.”

his eyes drift down to your chest.

he presses a kiss above your breasts, where your heart is.

“she almost forgets that she’s mine.”

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even if he’s your designated sunday, if you aren’t careful enough, kaeya will create a week full of trouble for you.

when he eats you out, he becomes pussy-drunk. he kisses your lower lips like it’s his prize. his reward for working so hard this week. his tongue runs up your pussy to your clit in a slow, deliberate stroke.

when he reaches your clit, he lets his mouth mold over your nub. he licks at it gently, cherishing it like it’s his only rose on a lonely valentine’s day.

he makes love to you like he’s reached his happily ever after. his lewd slurping overshadows the shuffling of the sheets, your moans. when he dips his tongue into your cunt, he whimpers.

his fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place. even when you’re overstimulated, begging for a break, he won’t let you go. he savors the way you tremble so cutely under his touch. how your cum leaks out of you in small streams after your fifth release. he’s immersed in your cunt, yearns to make out with your lower lips while his nose nudges at your clit.

it’s too much. the feeling of your climax is so overwhelming.

he wants you to feel this euphoria, to remind you of how he feels every time he looks at you.

he wants you so much. so fucking much it hurts him when he can’t see you. when he can’t hold you. when he can’t be with you like a real lover. he needs you like he needs air. he needs to feel you wrapped around him to give him life. to give him purpose.

that’s why when you’re so swept up in the feeling of a constant climax, when your legs feel numb, he gets so carried away.

if you don’t catch him in time, kaeya will leave secretive hickeys along your inner thigh, dangerously close to your folds. he needs the others to know he’s staking his claim.

to know he’s making you feel so good that there’s definitive proof.

at the end of the week, when you see him again after seven days of trying to calm down the jealous storm among your seven sugar daddies, he’ll grin.

it’s that same devious smirk he gives you at candlelight dinners, except it isn’t one to mask his vulnerabilities with charisma and one-liners. it’s one to tell you that he knows exactly what he’s done.

he knows what he wants, and he’s finally had enough of the fucking waiting.

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ddarker-dreams · 10 months

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do you have any hcs of what the yan genshin boys would b like when darlings on her period?

i'm gonna rank them from best to worst when it comes to dealing with this . let's see how they do.

best

zhongli is on top of his game. it's like he was born for the sole purpose of pampering you when you're under the weather. he'll insist on you taking it easy, drinking soothing teas, eating nutritious meals, and taking medication for whichever symptoms are the most prominent. if he seems oddly content, it's because he is. he won't state it outright, but he wants to leave the impression that him being in the position to care for you like this is worth the sacrifice of some... freedom. he knows of herbs and remedies to help make the experience as painless as possible.

kazuha already dotes on you as if you were royalty. while he leads a rather transient lifestyle, he puts your travels on pause to ensure you're properly cared for. he's sweet to a degree that'd be condescending from anyone else, but because it's kazuha and it's completely genuine, you can't call him out on it. he'll lay your head down on his lap and softly recite poetry until you doze off. he might not know much about periods specifically, but he treats it as if you were injured and need to be nursed back to health. he makes you your favorite meals from ingredients foraged locally. considers it a privilege on his part to be able to care for you. warmth blossoms in his chest whenever you have no choice but to ask him for something, your pride temporarily discarded.

albedo knows when your period is about to start before it even crosses your mind. he calculates every phase of your cycle and writes the important dates down in a calendar. he's all about preemptive care, he'll give you some concoctions of his own making the night before your period is due to start so you don't even have to worry about cramp pain. if you've been particularly troublesome lately, he might withhold this miracle elixir until you butter him up. he doesn't come outright and tell you this either, you have to do some trial and error to discern the specifics. as an alchemist, anything to do with the functions necessary to create life greatly fascinate him.

childe has sisters, so he's roughly familiar with how unpleasant periods are. he'll grin and reassure you that a little blood has never frightened him. thinks you're the cutest thing ever when you have to rely on him more. he's happy to oblige and is surprisingly intuitive about requests you never state verbally. he makes the tastiest soups, the kind that warm you from head to toe with every bite. there's no use trying to pretend you don't like it because he knows. he calms down on his tendency to tease you, since in his view, it's never his intent to actively make you feel distraught (unless you've acted out in a way that puts you in danger).

cyno means well (probably) but can come off as a little overbearing. he's literally breathing down your neck and constantly reminding you that if you need anything, just say the word. he's carrying you around, bringing you meals in bed, running all over town to get that one snack he knows you love; he's nothing if not dedicated. the thought of you being uncomfortable, much less in pain, is unbearable. when you do fall asleep, he's peeking into the room every five or ten minutes. every time you get your period, should any blood get on the sheets, he'll look you dead in the eye and ask if you've gotten in a fight lately. when you don't laugh, he starts explaining the joke, so it's better to force a chuckle.

diluc is just awkward about it. he refers to it as 'your time of the month' but even choking those words out is a struggle. he considers it to be a very private occurrence and thinks it'd be polite to tiptoe around the subject, as if it were taboo. the staff at dawn winery make further accommodations for you — everything you could ever want is a ring away. he's normally skeptical about you going outside, but since you're under the weather, he'll grant your request. if you're observant, you'll notice he's more inclined to give into your whims during this time. just don't get too carried away or he'll say he knows what you're doing at pointblank.

scaramouche is mostly annoyed that you're going to be more cranky for a while. your attention is essentially his lifeblood, but when you don't feel well, you're focusing on that instead of him. kind of inconsiderate tbh. once asked dottore if there's a way to prevent this, but dropped the idea when the harbinger said 'it only requires a few organs to be removed.' scaramouche would prefer your organs remain as is. he'll sigh and huff about how lucky you are to have him while spoon-feeding you, despite the fact he secretly enjoys it. his words are a whopping 10% nicer until you start to feel better, something he is frequently reminding you of. when your period is finished, he keeps staring in your general direction, fully expecting you to trip over yourself to thank him for his benevolence. if being delusional is a game, then he's winning.

when it comes to xiao, he's not awful per se, but this is likely his first encounter with menstruation, so you have to explain everything about it. he gets a bit freaked out the first time you wake up to bloody sheets, although you wouldn't be able to tell unless you closely observe his body language. he's somewhat at a loss when you explain what you need during your period and probably doesn't grab all the right things. he makes you eat these awfully bitter herbs that are supposed to help with pain. also makes some watery tea but gives you such a hopeful look, you don't have the heart to complain about the taste.

worst

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throwaway-yandere · 8 months

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FLAWLESS (Yandere!Various Genshin/Reader)

A/n: This is a complete interactive fic w/ CGs! There’s an HP system and 4 possible endings (yandere!Scaramouche, Alhaitham, Kaveh, and Kazuha). This is my final fanfic and I really put my best effort into drawing and writing this. Have fun!!! Your choices matter so read the evidences properly and try not to get a bad ending hahaha. (Pls answer this poll after and feel free to send me memes about who you got hAHHAHA)

Unreliable Synopsis: (Danganronpa!Genshin AU) If this is your last dance as an idol, then you do not want it. No. You’ll make the real criminal sing instead.

CW: yandere themes, blood, murders (well duh ansy–), and brief mentions of suicide.

Kazuha frowned. "For (L/n) (Y/n), this whole ordeal must seem like a flawless crime."

"They don't know the murder weapon, the suspects— no nothing." Kaveh sighed.

Alhaitham interjected. "Indeed, but the real questions will begin in a moment."

Words punctured the air in nameless accusations. Each time people enter this room, only distrust looms acting both as a safety blanket and suffocating plastic. You stared at the people left. One, two, three, four, five... You clenched your fist, and all those fingers pointed back at you.

The sixth.

There are only six survivors left.

"Say, (L/n) (Y/n)." Your Akademiyan companions stared at you as Kunikuzushi’s smirk could practically be heard in his voice. "Where were you at the time of the murder?"

You gulped.

The Teyvat Akademiya. Home only to the most renowned student of their craft. The faculty carefully picks out select groups of students to be their new freshmen- and it can only be counted by hand how many had declined such a generous offer. It was a government state university, but it was also a golden ticket to knowing people from high places.

Each student was known for contributing something in their fields of interest. In fact, both your adoptive siblings were alumni of this prestigious school. Your brother Aether was a famous "adventurer" (as he loved to call himself instead of an artifact-obsessed archeologist) whereas your sister Lumine was a remarkable swordswoman with a straight-edged track record. Even your older friends, Dainsleif, and a certain glasses-wearing individual you had forgotten the name of were graduates and now boast incredible resumes befitting of an Akademiyan. Each alumnus you've met wasn't someone any person with a head on their shoulders would dare disrespect.

But that was not the reason for your schoolmates’ evident intimidation.

“Allow them a moment to process,” Alhaitham scoffed. “The Body Discovery Announcement was approximately 2 hours ago. It’s challenging for individuals from the entertainment industry such as them to comprehend complicated matters in a few seconds.”

“I would’ve fainted at your rare attempt at empathy if it wasn't obviously pointed,” Kaveh scoffed before turning to you with a soft stare. “(Y/n), don’t listen to these two, I’m sure we can find out if you’re innocent or not later.”

You gave a short nod of assent.

Tragically, murders had become the norm for college students like yourself. No one has flinched at Kaveh’s grim mention of a suspect lurking by and none had the insanity to deny what had occurred.

It began when you first woke up in one of the Akademiya's classrooms. You stirred awake on a desk near Shikanoin Heizou, the "Detective Prince". He was a famous figure, so you instantly believed him when he said you were both hauled into this location against your will. You were enthused by his infectious desire to uncover whatever was behind the “kidnapping” you found yourselves in. He told you not to worry, that despite the barred windows and inaccessible exits, you'd both "probably" find a way out. As you both wandered around the area, you found fourteen other students (some familiar faces, some not as much). For a brief moment of hope, everyone thought escape was possible.

That was until a certain cold-eyed puppet entered the scene.

A heartless puppet you’re sure was waiting for everyone just under that elevator.

“Is… Is this everyone?” You asked like a mouse, frightened as your eyes darted for any hints of twinned cyan hair. Nothing about your recent behavior had gone unnoticed.

Senior Faruzan is missing…

Yoimiya frowned, grabbing your hand for comfort. “(Y/n)…”

Kunikuzushi scoffed. “Enough of this dumb ohhh boohoo exhibit. Let’s go.”

The most mysterious of the bunch left for the stairs immediately, punching the button on the elevator to its ground floor. Yoimiya huffed, muttering complaints about Kuni’s behavior while the three other men followed her silently. No one took the stairs two at a time and walked at a snail’s pace. A clear indication that no one wanted this to occur.

And just like in the previous cases, Kazuha’s eyes were on you the entire time but spoke nothing of this behavior.

The elevator door opened. You looked at the camera above it. If the Shogun's words are to be trusted, then the outside world is watching your every move like reality TV.

If that's the case, might as well give them a show.

Kunikuzushi stepped aside, royally ushering everyone— and specifically YOU— in.

“Idols first.”

Everyone entered the trial room. If the mood from earlier was tense, it is worse now that you’re inside. Stepping into the cold room makes the situation all the more real.

There is an execution waiting to happen, but without a hint if it’ll be “us” or “them”. Every bright person inside the room here had previously partaken in 4 of these court sessions by force. Since no one can exit the premises nor contact the outside world, the only key out was to kill and avoid getting caught. 5 people had attempted to commit murder, and considering how you’re still breathing, none of the “blackened” had succeeded in getting their way.

How… How did it come to this?

You enrolled in the Akademiya in hopes that you'd also find the subtle clues as to why Aether went missing, this wasn't in your plan.

Getting roped into this killing “game” was on no one’s to-do list. You received an invitation to enroll in the Akademiya because of your stark idol career, although your siblings being famous alumni may have greatly increased your chances of receiving that privilege. You would’ve thrown that paper into the fire if you knew you’d get dizzy upon arriving in the Akademiya and will wake up in such a heartbreaking dilemma. Hearing from a grapevine, you discovered that Kaveh was invited for his architectural drafts, Kazuha for his poems and a bit of swordsmanship in his repertoire, Yoimiya for her firework shows, and Kunikuzushi?… You don’t know. But you are wholly aware as to why Alhaitham is here as your senior— you were there when he opened his letter after all.

The “mascot” is yet to make her entrance. So, as “obedient” students, you’ve uncomfortably shuffled to the places you were meant to stand. Bile rose inside your throat as you looked at the last five students excluding yourself circling the room— with Faruzan’s crossed-out portrait to your right while Kamisato Ayaka’s on your left. It would appear that most of the dead students were on your side and the closest breathing person next to you was Kunikuzushi, who was two photographs away.

Alhaitham, Amber, Tighnari, Ajax, Albedo, Kamisato Ayaka, You, Faruzan, Xiao, "Kunikuzushi", Kaveh, Cyno, Yoimiya, Layla, Yunjin, Kaedehara Kazuha, and Shikanoin Heizou.

The deceased faces had been crossed out in bright violet paint, a nauseatingly unsubtle reminder that only six remained. Yet, the one that was meant to sit towering above was missing.

“… Where’s The Shogun?” Kazuha asked.

“Ah, so you do have a voice. And here I was about to call you a cricket. I thought our poet lost his words, considering how the previous trial ended,” Kunikuzushi mocked, rolling his eyes. “Just wait and see.”

You sighed, hoping it was quiet enough for Kuni not to have heard it.

The last trial broke everyone’s spirits and sense of camaraderie the most. Before trials, the puppet gives everyone an incentive to kill. In the Ayaka-Heizou murder case, each student was given a videotape that raised more questions than answers. Yours was a clip of Lumine, your fellow theater actors, and idol mates congratulating you for your enrollment before it cuts off to a scene of your home burned to cinders. As for Ayaka, hers was a short-lived message of her older brother asking her to come visit the clan for Thoma’s upcoming birthday— before it cuts to a gruesome scene of her brother fatally wounded on their living room floor.

“Find out what happens once you graduate!”... and then the tape ends.

Whoever was the mastermind behind this killing, you had to admit, they were an expert in psychological torture. And unfortunately for everyone, Ayaka was a smart individual— killing the most trustworthy student, Heizou, to cover her tracks better. She put up quite the fight in manipulating everyone to think that you and Kaveh were possible culprits.

You even got into an argument with the calmest person around. Kazuha was “convinced” that Ayaka was right, which led to you two entering an incredibly heated argument that left him depressed with his rejected apology. You were on "good terms" with him before, that being he would always offer to cook food and accompany you often.

… Perhaps that was a good thing. Discreetly, you thought he strangely knew you to a degree that makes you far from comfortable. It still bugs you how he knew you all too well and yet you know nothing about him other than his aspirations: traditional Inazuman poetry writing with a bit of karuta on the side.

Maybe he used to be a big fan of yours? Even so, the foundation of your music, choreography, and persona was weaved through a tapestry of feel-good lies. And yet, he was wise enough to speak your true thoughts before you even hesitated to voice them in your cheery idol tone.

But that’s not the issue right now.

The issue on your plate was that you had no evidence to prove your innocence except for the list of school rules on your E-Handbook because you were convinced someone will kill you during the investigation.

You laughed to yourself bitterly. Might as well review those rules now.

You opened the E-Handbook.

As per “school rules”, there are regulations to be had in a murder game, but none stick to you as these three. Rule #10 and #7: A class trial will commence after three or more students have discovered a corpse, and a Body Discovery Announcement will play as soon as it occurs. However, a trial will be held if and only if every survivor is present; failure to do so will result in class “expulsion.”

And the last rule that never left your mind was Rule #8: If the guilty party is exposed during the class trial, they alone will be executed.

By the end of Trial #4, she did not receive a proper execution. Ayaka was compelled to restore her honor and raised her sword to…

…

… You couldn’t hate her for it. Even though you were close friends with Heizou, you couldn’t hate any of your fellow students. They all had family, hopes, and visions for the future. Each one here was "a fledgling barely out of the nest." You couldn’t deny that you would’ve done the same.

"Since the Shogun isn't here yet, let's get a headstart," Kaveh gripped the court fence, eyeing everyone with a nervous stare and stiff posture. "What's your alibis?"

Nobody raised their voice initially. You cast a pitying glance toward Kaveh. When it comes to your closest friendships, he comes in second only to Heizou. As someone who had seen the horrors of the media which is essentially a mirror of the world's social issues, Kaveh's one of the few decent individuals left on the planet, in your opinion. In moments of quiet, you, Kaveh, and Faruzan used to chat together, with Heizou periodically interrupting to share his findings regarding everyone's entrapment.

Considering how Kaveh is your last true friend left, you volunteered yourself.

"I never left my room," you spoke audibly depressed, no longer caring that you appeared un-idol-like. "And I refused entry as well. I heard a couple of angry knocks at 9:37 p.m., but I didn't open my door for anyone."

You looked at Kazuha, hurt and accusingly.

You'd never forget how Kazuha called you a murderer. That intense argument made up 30% of Heizou's class trial. He lost his composure and called you a "dishonorable monster". The whole back-and-forth was very much unlike him. After the trial, neither of you talked– and you never left your room unless it was to get something to eat without anyone in sight.

If he was the one who killed Faruzan because he can’t get to you, then you’ll…

"9:37 eh? You got a watch now?" Kunikuzushi pointed at your wrist.

You snapped out of your aggression and nodded, which made him break out in a fit of laughter.

"HAHAHA!!!" Kunikuzushi grinned, wide. "Learned your lesson, huh?!"

You scoffed, but your ego was humbled and your heart sank at his harsh words.

Everyone in the room nearly lost their lives because of your time-blindness. It's precisely what made Kazuha suspicious of your motives. You were always unsure of the time, hence, you didn't have the most watertight alibi compared to Ayaka. Before you entered your room to lock yourself, Alhaitham blocked the door with his shoe and handed you his spare wristwatch. He was the last person you saw before your self-isolation.

"Good," Alhaitham said. "And you, Kunikuzushi?"

"Are we going to ignore that angry knocking thing?" Kaveh rightfully asked.

"Let's complete the first task first," Alhaitham answered. "Let's follow the circle; it's (Y/n), then Kunikuzushi, Kaveh, Yoimiya, Kazuha, then I."

"Conveniently putting yourself last," Kunikuzushi snarled. "But whatever. I was napping in my dorm. Woke up when I heard footsteps outside and decided to investigate. The discovery alarm rang off when I entered the nurse's office the second time."

Kaveh fell silent, his face pale.

"I… never went to m dorm that night"

"Oh?" You and Yoimiya curiously said in unison.

"I-I was with Alhaitham, patrolling!!!" Kaveh defended; his arms in the air. "I swear on my life, I was with him! We're probably the footsteps Kuni heard."

He spoke as if it was a good thing with his mouth, but he was whispering that it wasn’t with his eyes.

"Can't be certain," Kunikuzushi threw in a quick grumble and snapped his fingers. “But I think that's probably the case.”

"That makes sense. I mean, if Kuni was telling the truth then that just means there's more chance it's just those two hopping around. Oh, and I was actually on the second floor at the time. I was in the recreational room cause I wanted to get tokens for the cute little Shogun Stall.'' If Kuni’s side comment lasted a month, then Yoimiya's would be a year– but her good cheer is just what everyone needed to alleviate the tension.

"I wasn't in my dorm room either," Kazuha said. "I was in the cafeteria. I couldn't sleep so I decided to fry fish."

"True, I think. When I checked the cafeteria a knife was missing from the shelf."

"We’ll keep your fact-checking in mind, Miss Naganohara."

No soul was sure if Alhaitham was being genuine about it except for you. And the answer was yes, he was being warily appreciative. Admittedly, you don’t know any of these people before this killing game started, except for one person…

Alhaitham looked away, conscious of how you looked at him.

In all fairness, Alhaitham was closer to Lumine than you and Aether, and he wasn’t your favorite neighbor either. As a kid, he was the type who would leave in the middle of hide-and-seek simply because the ordeal wasn’t “stimulating” to his developing intellect. He had a habit of causing uncomfortable situations just to “observe” your reactions with an emotionless stare. Alhaitham had once given you a sumeru rose with a startling grasshopper to see how you would behave, and the worst part is that everyone knows he did these without malice. His grandmother had to force a sorry out of him for your tears to dry. “He probably has a crush on you, you know how boys are,” was the excuse the old lady tried, but your twin siblings were quick to shut that thought down. You and he were simply oil and water, nothing more, nothing less.

But there were times you two got along. When you aired out loud sentiments regarding how stuffy his room must be, you snatched the book he was reading and dashed up the nearest tree. Despite his grumbling reservations, he was thankful that you taught him how to climb that afternoon. That was the first you saw him smile wider than usual and offered to narrate the book you stole: The Little Prince.

However, that version of Alhaitham you’ve come to love remains awol amidst this killing game.

"As for my whereabouts: Kaveh is correct. He and I were patrolling just the first floor and exchanging conversation. Neither of us could sleep. We started at 9:15 and ended abruptly at 11:05, when we, along with Kunikuzushi, found–"

"The body." Kunikuzushi finished.

"Yes," Alhaitham said.

Kunikuzushi smirked. From your perspective, the worst part about this was not Kunikuzushi’s inappropriate smugness, but the look in his eyes that mirrored what Heizou used to have— what your good friend used to be. The light in his eyes, his more forward demeanor, the way he crossed his arms and snapped his fingers– it was as if he was copying him.

Mocking him.

You hate Kunikuzushi. You detest just how much you don’t know why he’s in the Akademiya or anything else about him other than his first name. You loathe how he had made it his job to be the antagonist of every damn class trial. You hate how he looks at you as though you’re beneath him. You despise how much he is willing to withhold vital information till the very end.

Kunikuzushi is like a commedia dell’arte stock character. A Scaramouche. An unreliable servant. You can’t trust a man who said he was moved by your acting in all your filmography only to act like he wants nothing more than to crush your spirits once lives were at stake.

After listening to everyone’s alibis, your intuition screamed from something deep within a place you had begun to trust after experiencing these trials:

Out of six survivors, FOUR of them are hiding something.

“Is everyone present?”

Before you could speak up, a low and refined woman’s voice stole everyone’s attention. All turned to gaze at the long synthetic-haired lady with a katana by her side. She returned the stares with an unfathomable coldness as she strutted to her throne, the silk of her grand kimono touching the floor.

There she is. The lone audience and judge. The puppet: the Almighty Raiden Shogun. Undoubtedly made of metal and not flesh. Xiao had learned that firsthand when he sacrificed his life in an honorable duel against the captor— but seeking freedom by force was of no use when she herself is capable of the murders she wished to witness.

“Very well. We shall begin.”

“W-Wait, hold up, ma'am!”

The last vaguely extroverted cheerleader raised her hand; her bravery to interrupt the Shogun was acknowledged.

“... Can I share my E-Handbook data with (Y/n)?” She asked, high-pitched.

The medical and criminological technology of this era eluded everyone. Trapped inside the Akademiya with no phones or any signal to the outside world, each student only has their E-Handbook to rely on. It contains information the owner investigated regarding murders and records testimonies made by their peers. A handbook is only “handy” for both people who were hoping to survive and those who were hoping to twist the facts.

And that offer is exactly what you need.

“You see– they didn’t leave their room during the investigation period– probably worried that the killer might be after them next and they kinda turned into a hikikomori for the past few days. I’m kinda worried they wouldn’t be able to defend themselves on this trial so… So, uh… Pretty please?” The blonde girl smiled nervously.

The Raiden Shogun stared, calculating.

“I shall allow it.”

“Thank you so much!” Yoimiya tapped her E-Handbook as fast as she could, more eager than you were in watching the loading screen fill up.

(SYSTEM: RECEIVING NAGANOHARA YOIMIYA’S E-HANDBOOK DATA…)

(SYSTEM: TRANSFER COMPLETE.)

You smiled at Yoimiya but it came out crooked and jaded. She didn’t complain that you weren’t at your top form today, but she did send you a loud “Do your best!” in her native tongue.

The Shogun walked to the throne and took her seat.

“Now then, let the class trial begin.”

Out like a bolt of lightning, the doors behind you were completely shut with metal bars in her flick of a wrist. In her twisted form of justice, she hammered the circular surface with her gavel.

“Court is now in session.”

(SYSTEM: TAP HERE TO CONTINUE)

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unearthly-doting · 5 months

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the wind will guide you home

a/n: idk idk i just really like the anemo characters soso much. kept it pretty vague i think so you can decide if the reader is willing or unwilling. no faruzan or lynette bc i couldn't think of anything for them :(

includes: aether, lumine, venti, jean, xiao, kazuha, sucrose, heizou, and wanderer.

premise: you wandered a little too far away from your partner for their liking. maybe you were trying to escape, maybe not. but don't worry, they'll find you.

warnings: mdni, yandere content, gn reader, implied/referenced kidnapping, overprotective behavior, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, implied drugging, stalking, unhealthy relationships, vague mentions of dependency, uh whatever the fuck is happening in wanderer's section.

AETHER — is immediately panicked the moment he realizes you aren't by his side anymore. he never lets you travel with him, it was dangerous and you were safer tucked away in the little area he kept you in, safe from the dangers of this mysterious world. it was his fault, really. he had forgotten to lock the door the last time he visited, having been in such a hurry for one reason or another. you, for some reason, had decided to leave even though he had told you time and time again that it was dangerous. he wouldn't waste any time looking for you, hurrying outside, and using everything he had to his advantage to search for you. if you have a vision, he's definitely using his elemental sight to track you down. and when he does find you, he's immediately latching himself onto you, clinging to you and breathing a sigh of relief. he was completely oblivious to the horrified look on your face, just glad to have you in his arms again. "let's get you home. it's not safe for you out here."

LUMINE — would more than likely notice immediately when you vanish. she keeps you at her side at all times to ensure that she can protect you, so you're rarely ever away from her. the moment she sees that you're gone, she's abandoning whatever it was she was doing to find you. it doesn't matter if it was a commission or some important task that will help her get a better understanding of this world. you were more important than that right now. you needed to be back by her side. her tracking skills were incredibly good, so you wouldn't get far before she had you in her sights again. it doesn't matter if you were trying to escape or if you were just distracted and wandered off, the grip she had on your wrist was tight once she caught up to you, and she refused to let you go until the two of you were back at whatever inn or camp you two were staying at. she'll bind your hands together and tie the end of the rope to her wrist if you try arguing with her. "i can't keep you safe if you refuse to stay by my side."

VENTI — is honestly the only one here that will find you like almost immediately. even if he isn't paying attention to you and instead wowing a crowd with his amazing bard skills, the wind will tell him the moment you're gone. he'll stop midstory at the news, politely excusing himself and promising to be back later with an even better story. he'll let the wind guide him, listening to the whispers as he hurries down the streets of mondstadt, picking up pace when the wind tells him you were heading for the main gate of the city. if he uses his powers as the anemo archon to cause a harsh gust of wind to knock everyone away from the gates of the city just so he can catch up with you, then... well... it's not like anyone will know it was him. other than you, of course. and the moment you recovered from hitting the ground, venti was at your side and helping you up. he let you keep your freedom, most of it at least, but he didn't want you to leave the city if he wasn't at your side. he doesn't let go of your hand as he drags you back, an upbeat smile on his face as he playfully spoke, "you're missing my performance! you know i can't perform without my biggest fan watching me." you miss the tightly concealed desperation in his eyes as he stared at you. you can't leave him. he won't let you.

JEAN — is so busy with work that she rarely has the time to keep track of every little move you make. honestly, she probably won't realize you're gone until kaeya or amber drop by and tell her that they saw you wandering outside the city, seemingly heading in the direction of liyue. she's immediately abandoning whatever paperwork she had been looking through, hurrying out of her office and rushing past the citizens in the city to get to you. her mind was running wild trying to figure out why you would even think about leaving the city, let alone leaving without telling her. she's almost out of breath by the time she finds you, the sun starting to set as she crashes into you in a tight hug while rapid-fire questioning you on why you were leaving mondstadt and if she did something wrong and what she could do to make it better. it isn't hard to calm her down, cutting off her questions and explaining that you were simply going to visit some family in liyue and that you had left a note for her at home because you didn't want to bother her when she was so busy. whether or not that was the truth, she didn't care. she was pulling you back in the direction of the city, shaking her head. "no, i can't focus on anything when you aren't here. i need you."

XIAO — felt a little hurt, finding you gone. he was one of the hardest to get away from, always at your side unless the traveler called him away or something happened that required his attention. he thought you had gotten used to him by now, seeing as you never shied away from him when he was around anymore. so yeah, he was real fucking hurt when he returned to the inn and found your room empty. not even verr knew where you had gone. he isn't the type to immediately panic, but he is tense and will gradually get more agitated the longer it takes to find you. if he finds you quickly, the most you'll get is a cold glare as he drags you back to the inn. if he finds you after searching for hours upon hours, he will cling to you as if you would disappear if he let go. his breathing would be heavy, his face buried in your neck as he grounds himself. you were back in his arms, and either way, he wasn't going to let you leave his sight until he was sure you weren't going to pull a stunt like this again. if you want to wander around, then just ask and he'll go with you. "don't ever do that again. don't... don't ever leave me like that."

KAZUHA — would feel torn. while he understands the need and desire to roam the world and take in all that one can process, he also felt uncomfortable when you weren't around. a sick feeling budding in his chest, wondering if maybe you weren't wandering off but instead trying to leave him. he wants to trust you, and most of the time he does, but... you've tried leaving him before. many times, actually, that he's lost count. so, as much as he would love to leave you to your own devices, he just didn't trust you enough. he would ask other travelers if they'd seen you by chance, and some would point him in your direction while others would shake their heads. no matter, he took any and all help given to him until he finally spotted you. his approach was quiet, and you were startled when you had finally noticed him. he didn't say anything for a moment, just staring at you. there was something about his gaze that felt more intense than normal. it was like he was studying you, deciphering your actions. it didn't last long, because the look was replaced with a soft smile as he held his hand out, beckoning you to take it. "let's walk together."

SUCROSE — also didn't immediately notice. similar to jean, she can get pretty busy with work and gets so invested that she'll often times forget her surroundings. it's only when albedo or noelle make a comment on you not being by her side that she snaps to attention, looking around with a puzzled expression. when had you left? how long had you been gone? when she had last spoken to you, the sun was high in the sky. it was dark now. she would stutter out a quick departure to whichever friend had told her you were gone before scurrying away to try and find you. she would have the hardest time finding you, nervously approaching strangers on the street and asking if they had seen you or not. one person mentioned seeing you at the barbatos statue, and she immediately darted off in that direction without sparing the informant a second glance. and she was damn near tears when she found you. she wouldn't understand why you had left without telling her first, wondering if maybe she had done something to upset you. she'd be apologizing, telling you she was sorry if she made you mad, and begging you to come home. given how you two were in public, you felt a bit out of place so you agreed just to stop having people look at you. she would hug your arm the entire time, refusing to let go until the two of you were back at her home. and then she'd offer you something to drink! as an apology! and, well... if she puts a little something in it to tire you out, then that's too bad. "o-oh, you feel sick? maybe you should try to rest... don't worry, i'll be here to take care of you."

HEIZOU — would be the second one to find you quickly. he's a detective, so obviously he'll be able to track you down with ease! your attempts at trying to cover were tracks were adorable but futile. he had found you probably a mere hour after you had gone off, though he didn't immediately make his presence known. he was curious as to why you had left so abruptly without telling him, wondering if maybe something had happened or if you were, perhaps, trying to leave him. but you wouldn't do that! right? either way, he's following you in secret. some may call this stalking, but he calls it... lovingly admiring from afar. this'll go on for hours, more than likely. he's not in any rush to drag you home, and he gets to partake in his favorite pastime! so, by all means, continue walking. he'll probably do a few things here and there to startle you, making noises by shaking bushes and branches or throwing rocks. he likes seeing you on edge; he thinks you're cute when you're constantly looking around, searching for him. of course, once you get too close to ritou for his liking, he'll bring the fun to an end and finally make his presence known by hugging you from behind, a cheeky smile on his expression as you tense up. "caught you!" he hums, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as if to prove to you that he was actually there. maybe he'll lock you up at home for a few days just to keep you all to himself. y'know, as his prize for catching you.

WANDERER — thinks it's amusing, honestly, that you think you can sneak off without him noticing. he'll let you go off on your own and let you think you have the freedom of doing so, but only because he has other pressing matters to attend to. he'll take is time too, going about his tasks at a languid pace, not at all worried about where you may be or where you might go. some people may ask about your whereabouts since you're usually almost always with him, and he'll just offer them a smile that... well. it puts them on edge, to be honest, and it makes them drop the topic. he'll even occasionally take breaks, enjoying a drawn-out lunch with nahida and even deciding to indulge the traveler a bit and walk with them through the city. but the moment he finishes all of his tasks for the day, he's going after you. you've had enough freedom today, and he wants you back at his side. it's where you belong, after all. he won't lie, it's exciting, searching for you like this. he wonders if you know whether or not he's after you. maybe you've been looking over your shoulder the entire day, wondering if he'll be right behind you. the thought alone fills him with an almost gleeful joy. and when he does find you, he's not wasting a single second before grabbing you, lips twitching upwards slightly at the startled shout you let out. "did you have fun?" he'll ask, though it would be hard to tell if he wanted a serious answer or not. he doesn't really care, in all honesty. you're back in his arms, right where you belong. his prized possession.

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yanderefreak1213 · 2 months

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Imagine reader is talking to their friends, and in passing says something like 'no one would marry me anyway, I have too many scars.' Not as a self deprecating thing, but reader just thinks its a fact.

What would Genshin men's reaction be? 👀

Okay, okay so- you didn't like...Put who exactly. So I'mma choose a couple and if you wanted a certain character please let me know and I'll redo it! Gonna do them as plain out reactions. Warnings: Yandere themes, thoughts of harm to another *Not reader*, mention of scars. NOTE: Reader is kept as blank as possible, this includes gender, race and sexuality. //////////////////////////////////////////////// Kazuha: This man adores you, so hearing those words escape you breaks his heart. Do not tempt this man as he will indeed propose right there on the spot, ring or no ring. He loves every bit of you, chubby, thin, scars or no scars. He will compliment every little thing about you. In truth, I imagine he'd have plenty of his own scars, and he understands the insecurities that come with it.But don't worry, he'll make sure you know how much he loves you and your scars. Wanderer: Mmm....You know, I feel like Wanderer isn't overly soft...Like it'd probably go like "Are you stupid? I'm standing right here!" In response truthfully. He's not trying to be....That mean. But come onnn, you think a part of your body is going to scare him? He finds them beautiful non-the less and will not tolerate you insulting yourself (thats his job). Now if anyone had said that to you,they may or may not be seen again (He's trying to be a good guy you know..) Albedo: I feel like...He'd be confused on what you're saying...Are you hinting to him you want him to marry you? Sure thats not what you said...But to think no one wants to marry you when he's shown you so many of his art pieces of you? I feel like...Despite him not being...Great at social stuff. He 100% will do his best to make you happy and much more comfortable in your own skin.He can't marry you in this very moment...But he has plans! You just need to hold on a little longer...

#yandere x you #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere requests #request are open #yandere x y/n #Yandere Kazuha #yandere wanderer #Yandere Albedo #yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin x gender neutral reader #yandere genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere albedo x reader #Yandere Kazuha x Reader #yandere wanderer x reader

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merakiui · 1 year

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oooh we can order from aus?? may i please order assorted macarons for yan! kazuscara roommate au and azul childhood friend au with sea salt caramels, chamomile tea, and some sugar hearts (marking)? ^.^ thank you for your excellent customer service, ill be sure to leave a tip!

yandere!kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, azul ashengrotto x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, non-con, somnophilia, drugging, obsession note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

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☆ Kazuha isn’t someone who succumbs to jealousy easily. But when he learns that his dear, sweet roommate is preparing for a night out, he feels…restless. He’s subtle when he asks about this date you seem so keen on attending, smoothly prying for more information, and since he’s your friendly roommate who could do no harm you tell him the details, if only so he’ll know your whereabouts should anything happen.

☆ Kazuha adores everything about you. From the way you light up when doing something you love to the way you get so into playful arguments with Scara to the way you accompany him on grocery runs, everything you are is just so wonderful. He’s penned dozens of haikus and sonnets dedicated to you in a secret notebook of his. He often daydreams of you, allowing you to live rent-free in his mind, and every thought he has of you makes him feel incredibly happy that you live under the same roof as him.

☆ So it’s a little unfair that you continue to seek companionship with others when he’s right here, always willing to lend an ear, always willing to talk, always willing to spend time with you. Kazuha knows that it isn’t right to take you away from your other friends, but sometimes he can’t help the pangs of envy. Some days he wishes it was just you and him in the world; perhaps if that were the case you’d have no choice but to look at him as more than a roommate—as more than a kind, friendly face.

☆ Hours before your date, he’s brewed some herbal tea to help ease your nerves. He tells you you’ll be lovely company on your date and that whoever the lucky person is will be happy to get to know you. You take the tea from him with a grateful smile, and he looks back to his laptop screen, occasionally sneaking glances at you to see how you’re faring.

☆ You’ve drunk every last drop of tea, and when he looks up from his monitor some time later he finds you sprawled on the sofa. Kazuha stands from his seat and walks over to you, bending down to peer at you while you sleep soundly. He was content to charm you the normal way when you’re awake (and he had told himself he could be patient), but with the way you look so precious lying before him it makes it impossible to resist. He’ll just kiss you a little, perhaps give you a hickey or two so your date will know you already have someone.

☆ That was Kazuha’s initial plan. And while he still does suck love bites into your skin, pulling away each time to admire them and run his fingers over the bruised skin, he becomes so immersed in the way your body responds to his touch and kiss. Before he can stop himself, he’s found himself between your legs. His hands keep your thighs spread, and he listens for the tiny whimpers that occasionally slip past your lips. This isn’t a bad thing; you like it just as much as he does. If you didn’t, your body wouldn’t be showing him just how enjoyable you think it is.

☆ He spends plenty of time savoring you, allowing his skillful hands to work you open slowly. Kazuha wants to take his time with you; he wants this moment to be special and sacred. He watches your face during it, notes every little twitch and moan. His kisses are sweet and gentle, so full of love. He could do this all day, showering you in his adoration, worshiping you like you’re the only one he’ll ever know.

☆ By the time he’s finally slotted himself inside your tight hole, you’re covered in hickeys. He may have gotten slightly carried away, but isn’t that the beauty of true love? He could lose himself in you forever and he’d still find something new to appreciate.

☆ Kazuha makes good use of his time. He wrings so many orgasms out of you, your body giving him all the sweetest answers to unspoken questions, and afterwards he washes you, covers every hickey with artfully applied makeup, and dresses you in an outfit that makes you look so stunning. You question it when you come to later, sitting up on the sofa with furrowed brows, but he doesn’t provide any direct answers.

☆ Kazuha’s still typing away at his laptop. He asks if you’re still intending on going on your date and you spring up, hurrying to grab your phone (which he had made sure to charge; Kazuha is always so considerate). He looks at you just as you prepare to leave through the front door, a pleasant smile softening his handsome face. He tells you to enjoy your date.

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☆ Another date. He’d call you a slut, but that would be too flattering. You came home from your last one covered in hickeys (though he’s yet to figure out that was Kazuha’s handiwork) and now you’re planning to go out again. Do you ever get bored of meeting with strangers all the time, or are you so lonely that you have to chase after every available pulse?

☆ Scaramouche is accessible. You see him every day. He’s seen you in the thinnest of sleepwear. You’ve seen him right when he emerges from the bath with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. And yet for every intimate encounter, you walk past him and the divide grows and grows. Although this is partially Scaramouche’s doing; he’s always so cold to you, always pushing you away because it’s the only way he can protect his own fragile heart.

☆ He could ask you on a date. He could confess and see how far that gets him. Or he could continue to wallow in his feelings, doubtful and anxious about whether or not you might reciprocate. Although when he notices the bites that you fail to hide, each one littering your neck and wrists like jewelry, whether or not you might love him in return doesn’t matter. All that really matters is that you have been marked by someone else—marked by someone who isn’t him. He needs to fix this.

☆ Scara has his connections. It’s easy to get a few particularly strong sleeping drugs from a certain underground doctor, who annoys the soul out of Scara, but it’s worth it for you. You have no idea how much he loves you. He’s willing to subject himself to hellish irritations just for you. That’s undeniably a testament of his love. You ought to recognize it and be grateful.

☆ Kazuha has left for the weekend—something to do with his major, he had explained—which leaves you and Scara all alone for two days. He’s pleased to cook for you, veiling his happiness in barbs and scowls so that you won’t know that he actually cares for you. And while you’re occupied washing up, he slips the drugs into your meal, watching as the tablets dissolve. The Doctor had explained how they work, how long they’ll knock you out for, and how many should be given to get the desired result without causing any harm. He’ll prove to you that the one you need is right in front of you, however indirectly and discreetly he may be going about it.

☆ For all the times you’ve argued and playfully bickered, you still trust him. After all, you’ve been living together for so long. The two of you have become good friends, even if Scara is a grump who can never admit his true feelings. That’s why you think nothing of it when you eat and talk about your plans for the weekend with him, and as time drags on your consciousness begins to fade. You think you might just be tired because you’ve eaten a good meal, but that’s the last coherent thought your brain produces before you slip into a deep slumber, slumped in your chair like a drunk. Scara smiles at you from where he sits, watching you for a brief moment to confirm you’re truly asleep, before he gets up and gathers you in his arms to bring you to his room.

☆ He’s watched you sleep before during move nights or anime marathons, but this is different. His intentions back then were purely admiration. Scara’s hands are cold against your bare skin, wandering with eager curiosity. You’ve always been so perfect in his eyes, and he’s always wondered what it might be like to have you under him like this, wide-eyed and gasping, your arms pulling him in for more. He leans down to listen to your steady heartbeat, testing the waters with little touches. His fingers trace your hips, circle your nipples, prod at your navel. You don’t stir, and a pleased smile crawls onto his face.

☆ Scara’s fingers are curling inside you, spreading you open in preparation of something larger, while his other hand holds yours tightly. He’s murmuring all sorts of things while he presses open-mouthed kisses to the places that have yet to be claimed, biting and sucking until bruises remain in his wake. He tells you he loves you, and it feels so wonderful to admit that. Even if you aren’t awake to hear it, he says it over and over, squeezing your hand and capturing your silent lips in a messy, uncoordinated kiss.

☆ He pretends that both of you are lovers when he ruts into you, slowly at first, before bottoming out completely, his heart thrumming wildly. All this time he’s fantasized about a moment like this, and now he can finally live it. He can finally feel you clench around him. He can finally hold you in his arms and tell you heartfelt sentiments without restraint. And you, his precious sleeping beloved, accept him and all that he is (you have no choice).

☆ He has to take a few photos for later use. After all, he has to make the most of his limited time with you. Though it feels like no amount of time could possibly satisfy him, he’s greatly pleased knowing you won’t be making it to your date. Certainly not in this state, marked and bruised by him. And maybe you’ll finally realize he’s all you need. If you can’t see that, then he’ll just have to teach your body instead.

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☆ Despite all he had done to keep you away, you became Azul’s first friend. Azul had thought you were wonderful—a stark contrast to the annoyance he’d pretend to feel whenever you'd visit his octopus pot—but he would never verbalize that truth. It remained locked in his hearts, festering as the years passed and he grew up alongside you. Eventually, your pair became a group of four when the Leech twins swam into the picture, and now Azul had three friends.

☆ Even though you have a tail with the prettiest of scales and youʼre what everyone would call normal, you still chose to spend time with him, the weird, slimy octo-mer who was bullied mercilessly. To this day it boggles Azulʼs mind that you would willingly give your time and companionship to him. And not just for a few months of entertainment; you stayed by his side for years. Itʼs only natural that he would affix himself to you, finding joy in your presence.

☆ When the both of you were little, you would hole yourselves up in the cramped comforts of his octopus pot and talk about all manner of things. Azul remembers these conversations fondly. He remembers how you never shrunk away from his tentacles when they would cradle you, awkwardly writhing to make as much room for you as possible. You never laughed at him or called him slow. You never thought he was a weak, squishy crybaby. Itʼs your kindness that Azul often thinks back on when he finds himself at his lowest, and just the mere vision of you painted within his mind is enough to soothe him.

☆ So when he returns to the Coral Sea after spending so much time on the surface as a human, he realizes just how long it’s been since he’s last seen you. The two of you have stayed in contact, of course, but nothing can top seeing a dear friend in person. Unfortunately, you seem to be talking about a newfound love. In the time that Azul was gone, you’ve remained here, spending time with others, getting to know more mers, and finding love.

☆ He was foolish to think all would be as he had left it. Of course you’d find love; you’re so very lovable. But you were always meant to love Azul. It was Azul you promised to marry when you were whispering faux wedding vows through giggles when you were little. That may have been childish whimsy, but back then Azul held onto those promises, however joking they may have been. And he has hoped that they might come true one day. But with someone else in the picture… He realizes there will never be any room for him. He’ll never have a chance.

☆ Perhaps he should feel bad about slipping something into your food when he invites you to his mother’s restaurant and prepares a meal for you, all of it on the house. A reunion gift, he calls it with that charming smile of his. And you think nothing of it, happily thanking him and eagerly filling him in on all of the things he’s missed while he was on the surface. Azul watches you adoringly. You finish everything on your plate.

☆ It’s been so long since he’s relaxed in his octopus pot. It’s still as he left it when he returns, carrying you in his arms. You look so peaceful when you’re asleep, limp and pliable and so very perfect. He lays you in the octopus pot and stares at your shimmering tail, the colors so vibrant they’re nearly hypnotizing.

☆ He’s always thought of kissing you, so when he leans down and tentatively places his lips on yours he feels like he’s just accomplished a lifelong goal that he’s been working towards for years now. Unable to resist any longer, he curls inside the octopus pot, with you cradled in his tentacles. He’s holding you firmly, not hard enough to bruise you, and presses himself against you, feeling your heartbeat against his.

☆ An idea occurs to Azul while he’s squeezing every part of you, his suckers affixing to your chest and your slit, tasting and feeling all at once. He can’t contain the smile that spreads on his face or the delightful whimpers that slip past his lips when he holds you close, rutting a thicker tentacle along the lips of your slit. He realizes, in the midst of mindless pleasure, that if you’re covered in enough marks from his suckers this newfound love of yours will know you’ve already been claimed.

☆ For once he’s content playing the role of the gross, weird octopus, if only to chase away any potential suitors and keep you by his side where you rightfully belong. And in the comforting quiet of an octopus pot, Azul makes you his in more ways than one.

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mayullla · 2 months

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Hello! For this event can I ask Yandere Kazuha 🌸 with fem reader? Thank you for your wonderful works, I really enjoy your stories! I wish you a nice day! (\(*^ v ^*)

Title: Sweet Love Letters

Character(s): Kazuha (Genshin Impact) Warnings/tags: Sof yandere Kazuha, Fem!reader, 770 words (drabble), reader can be viewed as someone wearing pink tinted glasses, "mutual love"

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

You liked the letters that he sent, and kept them in a small box in your desk that you would always look through. You thought you were madly in love, yet many would say that he was in love with you more, and part of you could not help but feel your heart flutter at the thought.

Kazuha's letters were all written with such whimsical handwriting, yet his words were heavy with emotions and thoughts. Each word was so carefully chosen just for you. How much he loved you, the things that he did as he was reminded of you, the things that he saw, all written on paper inside an envelope.

Kind and caring he was, sweet like cherry. The first time you read the first letter, you could not help but blush. Heat on your cheeks as you carefully read the letter again, wondering who would give you such a lovely poem, leaving it in your mailbox for you to find.

Almost every day a letter would come, and with it expressions of how much he loved you. You could not help but fall for the written words back then. Every day you wondered who it was, who would send such beautiful letters. It was only later that you found out after two months.

Kazuha was the name he told you.

Your eyes widened as he smiled at you, his face dusted in pink, telling you that it was him who had sent you those letters. While he wanted to talk to you for the longest time, it was oddly difficult to bring the words out of his mouth when he looked at you.

So he resorted to sending letters.

It was awkward to finally see the person who sent you those letters all this time right in front of you. All of a sudden, you could only stutter your words out, looking down shyly at the floor.

You got to know him more as time flew, finding out the many things that he liked to do and his likes and dislikes. As you watched him and learned more about his personality, you fell for him more and more, and you knew he was still the same, reciting poems to you about your dreamy eyes or your beautiful smile.

The first time you heard it from his lips, you could not help but cover your face, feeling your ears burning in embarrassment and shyness. You could not look at him in the eyes at that moment, only listen to him chuckle at your expressions.

Others would watch you and coo at how lovely the two of you were, as you would look the other way, unable to contain the smile that was only on your lips. The moment you would look at him, you felt as if you were blinded by his, as if delighted that people would think of you and him as a couple.

You thought he was cuter than yourself, even as he whispered how cute you were almost every day. His eyes never left you, as you would ramble on or when he would whisper it in your ear when you hugged each other, holding your head and pushing you closer to him. When he gifted you a beautiful hairpin and a mirror, helping you put it on and you watched him with the mirror. They were beautiful, but in Kazuha's eyes, nothing was more beautiful than you.

You could not help but fall in love as you laid in his lap under a tree. Your eyes closed as you fell into a dreamless nap, sleepy from the sunlight and the soothing voice. As he combed your hair with his hand, you could not help but become drowsy.

Truly, nothing is more beautiful than you in Kazuha's eyes.

He had fallen in love with you for the longest time, long before he had sent you those letters, yet never had the chance to talk to you. Watching as you slept in his lap, humming as he could do nothing but stare at you.

The poems of love he sang, he could only wish he could tell you more. He wished he could tell you how much he loved you to the point of insanity, he wished he could show you how much he loved you, yet even with poems, he was limited.

His true feelings he whispered in the wind, his obsessions, his insanity so carefully hidden for fear that you would become scared. His craving for you, he spoke to the wind, wishing that it would carry it to you for him.

#yandere kazuha #yandere genshin #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin writing #tw yandere #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin imagines #yancore #genshin drabbles

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mmk-art · 11 months

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Yandere bully 5wirl AU! x you

Yandere/dark content ahead - minors, sensitive people//people who just dont like this type of content DNI!

Warnings: General yandere behavior, NSFW, mention of cum, manipulation, bullying, college student x teacher relationship, Gn! reader/yn (AFAB). And I think that is.

So, lets start with this AU! Remember that english is not my first language, dont be harsh please. TuT

Bullying is something common in highschool, and not so common in college, but still the possibility is there, sadly. And that's exactly what happened to you.

You were so happy because finally you get a job as a teacher in Teyvat's college! But now that you have been working there for a while, you realized that anything is color pink... And less when you have five obssesives men following you around wherever you go, trying to catch your attention with the most dirty, mischievous and naughty tricks.

General information and desings of the boys (they are not intended to be on character).

Kazuha: 22 y.o - He is a charming and calm boy that hardly look like a bully, but he is. He rarely take the initiative (he sometimes do it, but is VERY rare.) but he always will follow their friends to whatever plan they have think now, mostly he is carried away by Venti, who is always thinking in new "games" to play with you.

He likes to give you a lot of gifts: a poem, a scarf that he himself have knit, a baked roll with cream that Venti helped him cook and have a weird flavour for some reason...

He is a gentleman, sometimes.

Xiao: 22 y.o - Harsh and rough, a man of few words that prefer just to act. He loves be dominant, so seeing you, with a pair of handcuffs while you are force to keep correcting their exams like that because they told you to, makes he feel a great pleasure running through his body.

Sometimes he can confused you. While you are correcting the exams, if you look up you can see Xiao looking at you like if he were deeply in love with you - probably he is - and even offer you help to correct them. But if you try to rest a little because your wrists hurts, he will tell you to keep working with the most demanding tone he can put and calling you lazy.

Venti: 22 y.o - Tecnically, there isn't a leader in this group of friends, but something that we can say for sure is that Venti always start the things. He looked so adorable and like if he couldn't hurt a fly at first. But now that you saw his real side, you know that he is actually very manipulative and sadist.

He like to play "games" with you, his favorite is hide and seek because he love the sensation of hunting you, and he loves to think that you are hidding somewhere wishing that he or any of the boys don't find you. But they will, because Venti is a little bastard that always make games that are impossible for you to win, and sometimes they are just obviously unfair.

"Come on! We are going to play hide and seek." "Huh? That your home is too small and theres not place to hide? Not my problem!"

"Let's play a game! You have to hold your breath for five minutes!"

And if you lost, they have the right to do whatever.they.want.with.you.

Heizou: 21 y.o - He don't have a point in between, he is very talkative or very quiet. He always is making jokes and telling stories that anyone really care in class, and he just do it to interrupt your lesson. And it works, and the best part for them, is that now they have your full attention again, good job, Heizou!

Surprisingly, he is very caring to you, when they all are satisfied and their cum is dripping down your legs, Heizou will be the first one on approach your exhausted body, give you a bath and carry you to bed. <3

Scaramouche: 22 y.o - The king of degradation. At least Venti can be kind to you - in his own way - when it come to sadism, and he will even be gentle from time to time - only in the start - but Scaramouche... Scaramouche don't have any mercy for you, if he is the first one getting you, he will start rough and fast without even preparing your body. That's why the other boys - Venti - never let him get you first.

He commonly insult random students during class just to catch your attention, because he knows that by protocole, you have to call out him yes or YES. And he dont like when you scold him, so after class, or you prepare yourself to be punished, or you think in something that could calm them down.

Teacher//you: age - (your choice). Its not weird to see you with a lot of lovebites and bruises. The boys have find out where you live, and now they spend more time in your house than in theirs, drying your fridge - and your wallet - always demanding food and alcohol.

If you think that you should go to the principal to tell her about your problem... Well, you already did, and the answer was very unpleasant for you.

"I will talk to them, but don't expect that something will change. I'm not new in this business, and I know how boys are. If anything, they will try to touch you more in secret".

And you feel your heart sinking in that moment. Finally you decide to tell to the principal that thank you, but no. You prefer if she don't talk to them because they will get angry and probably punish you, this time, harder.

The worst? That now you can't quit your work, because as I say, they know where you live and even if you quit, they will keep following you and doing whatever they want, just with the little diference that now you can't even pay your bills.

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obsessivelullabies · 3 months

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do you have any yandere kazuha hcs? lovely writing!!

i think kazuha is a calmer yandere, he adores watching you in your natural state. he'll just enjoy watching you go about your routine, adoring everything about you. your face, your lips, your hair, your figure. this may come off as stalking, but he couldn't be bothered.

he will be very honest about how he feels about you, praising you to everyone around him, writing poems for you.. he even has a scrapbook of photos, poems and mementos. the mementos consists of your belongings he stole.

on the topic of his scrapbook, he also has a mini shrine dedicated to you. it's quite small at the moment, but it helps his writing inspiration when you're not around.

i doubt he'd kidnap you, threaten you or harm you. he wouldn't want to kidnap you because he wouldn't want to dampen your spirit and ruin your natural beauty.

his worst trait is his obsessiveness. he isn't too jealous nor possessive, but his whole day revolves around you or thinking about you. he loves you more than anything.

he longs for a day he can lay down in the sun with you, chatting mindlessly about his day or his thoughts to you. the thought consumes him.

masterlist! | requests open. comments and reblogs appreciated.

#yandere x reader #yandere #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin #kazuha #kadehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #yandere kazuha #yandere kazuha x reader #gender neutral reader #yandere kazuha headcanons

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yanderehsr · 6 months

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happy birthday to Kazuha!! Would I be alright if I requested him reacting to reader wishing him a happy birthday??

Happy birthday Kazuha🎉

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Kidnapped reader, Stockholm syndrome

"Happy birthday, Kazu"

Kazuha feels like tearing up, he knows that a year ago this would never happen, you would've never wished him a happy birthday, let alone give him a nickname, sure he may not get any presents since he doesn't allow you to go out and you may not be able to cook him a cake, but you saying happy birthday is probably the best gift he could be given.

Kazuha will be extra touchy on his birthday, I mean it's his birthday, doesn't he deserve something a bit extra. Most of the birthday will be spent with him cuddling you and if you are willing, you cuddling him. He doesn't really care about his own birthday but since you do, he doesn't mind celebrating it

"Y-you remembered my birthday... I'm sorry give me a minute... As a present how about a hug"

#yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere male #yandere kazuha #yandere kazuha x reader

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kissesforsatoru · 2 years

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𓏲 ˖. pairings. . . kazuha x reader x scaramouche

𓏲 ˖. summary. . . kunikuzushi and kazuha are dating, and you want them both. what you don’t know is that they want you too

𓏲 ˖. warnings. . . general yandere themes, afab reader, degradation, threesome, orgasm denial, oral (giving), fingering, semi-public sex, virgin reader, a lot of kissing, scara and kazuha are 18, excessive use of the word whine

𓏲 ˖. notes. . . a self indulgent 6.4k word fic with my favorites 😩 i’m too lazy to edit this, so i’m sorry for the mistakes

this was originally posted on ao3 by me.

"y/n, are you ready?" kazuha asks as you grab your bag from behind your chair, sling it on your back and quickly walk towards the door where he stands. you nod your head with a smile which he returns sweetly.

"good. let's hurry, okay? i don't have a lot of time to tutor you today because i have a date with kuni tonight." the smile quickly falls from your face and you tilt your head down at the floor. a sudden sick feeling floods your stomach as you think about kazuha and kunikuzushi going on a date.

you’ve desperately been in love with both of them for a little over a year now. it started out as just a little puppy crush on kunikuzushi, who you helped a lot with student council business. then you started having trouble keeping your grades up, so your homeroom teacher assigned kazuha to be your tutor.

your crush on kazuha grew quickly. you were easily entranced by the soft smile and sweet praises he gave you whenever you did something correctly, and you absolutely swooned over the gentle encouragement you got when you struggled. kazuha is an absolute sweetheart, and he’s so very pretty too. honestly, it was no surprise that you harbored romantic feelings for him.

it wasn't until a few weeks after kazuha started tutoring you that you found out he and kunikuzushi were a couple. it was also around that time that kunikuzushi began treating you like you were the dirt on his shoes—glaring at you whenever you were with kazuha, ignoring you whenever you came to the student council room, even going so far as to yell insults at you whenever you messed up. you couldn't handle being treated like, so you stopped helping the student council. but your feelings for him never wavered.

your heart ached terribly. you want nothing more than to date them both and receive their affections. you want kunikuzushi to look at you the same way he looks at kazuha, so full of love and adoration. you want to be able to share sweet kisses with them both. you want to snuggle into kazuha's arms and fall asleep as he runs his fingers through your hair, whispering romantic poems into your ear. and mostly, you want to be pinned between them as they fuck you senseless.

"y/n?" you heard kazuha call. you snapped from your thoughts and realized you stopped walking, now mindlessly standing in the middle of the hallway. your eyes widened and you quickly caught up to kazuha, mumbling a little sorry when you were next to him.

"are you alright? you don't look too well. should we skip tutoring today so you can get checked out by the nurse?" you quickly turned towards him, grabbing his sleeves as you shook your head no aggressively. you would rather suffer eternally than miss out on your time with kazuha.

"no! i’m okay, i promise! i’m just a little distracted." you watch as kazuha stares at you, unable to fully process what just happened. you can tell he’s worried about you, and a little curious too. he has to wonder what could draw out such a reaction from you.

"okay," he whispers. you don’t notice his eyes flicking towards his boyfriend who stands shocked behind you. kazuha shakes his head curtly before turning his attention back to you. "let’s study somewhere more secluded today. follow me."

—/—

you look around the unfamiliar classroom kazuha dragged you to. from what you can tell, it looks abandoned, but also not really. the desks and chairs are pushed towards the back wall of the room, signifying that the classroom is unused, but it's much cleaner than an unused classroom should be.

you look towards kazuha with a confused expression on your face, tilting your head to the side as you do.

kazuha chuckles, "i use this place to ditch class a lot, kuni too." you gasp softly, bewildered by the idea of top student kazuha and student council president kunikuzushi actually skipping class. then again, you remember that neither boys seem to be the type to actually care about school, despite their positions.

you hum softly, turning your attention to the hem of your shirt, which you anxiously rub between your fingers. now that you’ve had a chance to calm down, you realize how ridiculous your actions were earlier and now you’re embarrassed. your cheeks begin to burn thinking about it as you bite your bottom lip.

"y/n," kazuha trails off, breaking the somewhat awkward silence. you look up to see him much closer than he just was a few seconds ago, and you can feel your heart begin to race against your chest. a small noise escapes your lips as kazuha sits in the chair belonging to the desk you’re sitting on. he gently grabs your hands and runs his thumb slowly across your skin.

you don’t know whether to feel more nervous or more comfortable by this. being this close to kazuha, having him hold your hands so carefully feels nice, but you have to remind yourself that you’re not allowed to get too comfortable with this affectionate treatment, because he’s not your boyfriend.

"what’s got you so distracted?" he whispers, looking up at you, and that look makes you suddenly feel like you’re unable to breathe.

"i just…" you look away, unable to keep your composure while kazuha looks at you like you're the most delicate, precious thing ever. that and, you’re afraid of the way kazuha will react when you finally admit the feelings you’re had for him and his boyfriend for so long.

you could try and play your earlier actions off as not getting enough sleep, or you having trouble at home, but you feel like in order to accept things you should confess. you know that kazuha won't treat you differently, at least you hope not. maybe kazuha will hate you or be disgusted, but at least then you might be able to move on.

"it’s just, i have feelings for someone who has a boyfriend… but I also have feelings for his boyfriend too." kazuha stays silent for a while, and you keep your head turned away, missing the smirk form on his lips.

"is that so?" kazuha trails off, letting go of your hands to gently rub his thumb in circles on your thighs instead. "tell me more, maybe I can help you."

you don't know what to say, tense and flustered from all the sudden attention kazuha is giving your body. his cool fingertips dragging lightly on your thighs sends shivers down your spine, and suddenly all the confidence you had about sharing your feelings is nowhere to be seen. you could feel the heat in your face burn hotter and your breath was short as you tried to process all the sensory information you were receiving.

it took you a few minutes, but kazuha didn't seem to mind at all. he continued to rub your thighs, staring at you as he waited patiently for a response.

"well… um. i used to hang out with his boyfriend, we weren't really friends or anything, just i helped out his club here and there and developed a crush." you bit your lip as you thought about how to say the next part, because if kazuha hadn't put the pieces together already, he would soon.

kazuha hummed, urging you to continue. you took a shaky breath.

"then later i started struggling with my grades and needed a tutor… i sort of grew a crush on him too."

after you admitted that, you looked away, avoiding kazuha’s intense stare. he tightened his grip on your thighs, and you assumed that he was getting frustrated. you almost expected him to push you aside and storm out of the classroom, but he didn't. instead he slid his hand further up your thigh to your waist, gripping it tightly to slide you off the desk and into his lap.

you gasped, face heated as you felt yourself stumble into his chest. you didn't know what to do or say, so you stayed still. your stomach swirled uncomfortably as you waited in anticipation for what he would do next.

kazuha held onto you tightly, feeling your soft, plush skin beneath his fingers. he used one hand to grip your chin, tilting your head up so that your faces were mere inches away from each other. you could feel his breath on you lips, and you whimpered softly at the sensation.

"i know exactly how to help you." kazuha whispered before pulling your head closer and kissing you on the lips. you let out another gasp, feeling electricity run through your entire body at the contact, and immediately you leaned forward to deepen the kiss. it felt so nice, so perfect, to be kissed by one of the people you love most. but then realization dawned on you about what exactly is happening.

worry filled your stomach at the thought of kunikuzushi finding out and hating you forever. you’ll be labeled as a boyfriend stealer or slit, and then everyone else will hate you too. even so, you couldn't find it in yourself to pull away. you whimpered into the kiss, pulling kazuha closer by the shirt.

kazuha lapped at the inside of your mouth, exploring every crevice of the warm cavern like it was his life's passion. he let his hands roam back down to your hips again, gripping them tightly as he harshly grinded up into your soaking pussy, coaxing a sweet little moan out of your pretty mouth.

your hands tightened on the fabric of his shirt as your body arched into his touch. kazuha pulls away slightly, only to nibble on your bottom lip, sucking lightly and making you let out a needy whine.

when kazuha pulls away he threads his fingers into your hair, tugging back gently to get the perfect view of your dazed face. you panted softly, tongue lulled slightly out of your mouth and drool seeped from the corner of your lips.

kazuha leaned in and ran his nose along your jaw, and then down your neck where he placed gentle kisses and nips, leaving a faint trail of light purple marks behind.

you whined, squirming in his hold. your whole body felt so sensitive and tingly, it was all so much for you to handle. kazuha continued to trail kisses all along your throat until he reached your collarbone, where he pressed a single light kiss to, eliciting another soft moan from you before he pulled back.

kazuha hummed as he looked at you. he ran a thumb over the marks he'd left, smirking as you shivered from his touch. he felt satisfied, not only with being able to make such a mess out of you from a few kisses, but also by being the first one to make a move on you.

after a few minutes of sitting silently, kazuha stood up, making sure that when he set you down you could stand properly. you held onto his arms, trying to balance yourself before looking up at him. worry once again filled your stomach and you felt like throwing up.

"why did you do that?" you asked, voice sounding so small. "what about kuni?" the last thing that you want is for kuni to hate you more than he probably already does. no matter how good it felt to kiss kazuha, you don’t want to ruin anything.

"there's nothing you need to worry about, y/n." you frowned, not feeling reassured at all by his words, but you stay silent.

you watch as kazuha turns around towards the desk you just shared a kiss at to grab both of your bags. it's then that you realize it's already time for you both to go and your frown deepens. you wish desperately that you could go with kazuha, that you didn't have to worry about kissing him just now.

"i won't be able to walk you to the train today, i'm sorry. will you be okay on your own?" you look up to see kazuha standing close to you with one arm outstretched that holds your bag. you grabbed it, nodding your head as you whispered that you would be fine.

kazuha smiles at you before walking out of the room, leaving you there alone.

—/—

the next day you walked into school feeling like shit. you hardly got any sleep last night, not being able to shake the thought of kunikuzushi finding out about the kiss you had with kazuha. you remembered what kazuha told you about not having to worry, but that only made you feel more anxious. what's there not to worry about when you kissed someone else’s boyfriend behind said boyfriend’s back?

if kunikuzushi found out that you’re the reason kazuha cheated, then he'd hate you, and that's the absolute last thing you want.

when you walked into your home room class, you tried your best not to freak out. the sight of kunikuzushi sitting at his desk, reading a book so peacefully made you feel guilty. you swallowed thickly as you began walking past him, but he looked up at you before you could make it far.

the moment your eyes met his, you felt your heart jump up into your throat. you stared at each other for only a few seconds, but you felt like it was much longer. kunikuzushi looked at you blankly, and you couldn't help but feel nervous.

kunikuzushi smirked, flicking his eyes back down to his book as you stood frozen and unable to breathe.

you bit your lip as you tried to process what just happened.iIt was such an unusual encounter because kunikuzushi hardly paid you any attention except for the occasional glare or snide comment. the only explanation for kunikuzushi's actions could be that he was somehow mocking you, but kunikuzushi took to insults more than whatever the fuck that was.

"you look like an idiot just standing there." kunikuzushisaid flattly, not taking his eyes off of his book. your cheeks burned and you quickly took your seat behind him.

hee hour-long class went by agonizingly slow. you could barely concentrate on anything, and kunikuzushi wasn't really helping you with that at all. in fact, he made it much harder for you to even think properly by taking any chance that he could to mess with you.

it made your head spin. you were so confused about kunikuzushi's switch in behavior, but at the same time it made you buzz in delight. who were yoy to deny affections from one of your crushes, no matter how out of character it was or if it was to mock you.

the thing is, since kunikuzushi's behavior is unexpected, you can't help but become a flustered mess whenever you interect with him. even making breif eye conctact makes you become so unbelievably shy.

there was a particular instance where the teacher asked kunikuzushi to hand out a worksheet for everyone to complete. he went around the room placing a copy on each persons desk, but when he got to you he held his hand out for you to take it yourself.

your fingers brushed together lightly causing you to gasp quietly. kunikuzushi smirked as he leaned down close to you. so close, in fact, that you could feel you skin begin to tingle as kunikuzushi's warm breath fanned your face. you struggled to look directly at him, nervous by this closeness.

"what's wrong?" he said lowly, feigning concern. "you look nervous" kunikuzushi's voice dripped with amusement as he spoke. he smirked as you mumbled incoherently. the more kunikuzushi stayed so close to you, teasing you, the more you were unable to function properly.

"i didn't realize how easy it is to make you flustered," kunikuzushi continued a few seconds later, leaning even closer to you. "i wonder why?" he whispered in your ear, making your face become impossibly hotter.

you could hardly help the small whine that escaped your lips. kunikuzushi pulled away, looking at you as if he was pleased by your reaction. he placed the paper on your desk then returned to his own seat, acting as if he hadn't just made you into a flustered mess with a few simple words.

for the rest of the day you weren’t able to focus on anything except for kunikuzushi, you even forgot about the kiss from yesterday and all your worry about kunikuzushi finding out—at least you forgot until it was the end of your last class and you heard kazuha calling for you by the door like usual.

you felt nervous and light headed all of a sudden as you packed all of your things into your bag. you wondered if your tutoring sessions would go back to normal like nothing happened yesterday. you weren't so sure you could do that. it would hurt too much knowing that your kiss could easily be forgotten, as if it never had any true meaning at all. you would rather never study with kazuha again than be forced to act like nothing happened.

your nerves only grow as you think about what might happen; you can feel your hands begin to shake slightly as you place the last thing into your bag. you take a shaky breath before slinging the bag onto your shoulder and make your way towards the kazuha, who’s waiting patiently by the door.

you didn't expect him to grab your wrist without saying a word as he drags you off to where you assume is the library—the place you two usually study. you gasped, stunned by the action as you do your best to keep up with his fast pace.

you tried pulling your wrist out of his grasp, but he simply tightened the hold on your wrist. you try again a few seconds later, but quickly stop when you hear kazuha grumble for you to be good. your face heats up, embarrassed by his choice of words.

when kazuha finally slowed down you barely had enough time to register that you weren't at the library, but instead at the room where you two kissed yesterday. you turned to look at him curiously, wondering why you were here instead of the library. kazuha ignores you though, instead opening the door and gently pushing you inside.

the room is fairly dark so it takes you a little while to realize that kunikuzushi is in the room, sitting in the same chair where kazuha sat yesterday. you freeze, eyes widening as you feel your stomach flip uncomfortably. you hear the door lock behind you and you quickly turn to kazuha, looking up at him as you grip the hem of your shirt tightly.

your mind races as you try to figure out what could possibly be going on. immediately you jump to the worst conclusion, thinking that maybe they both already hate you and this was just a very extensive plot to absolutely humiliate you. but a small sliver of hope made you cling to the idea that this could also be a confession. after all, it made the most sense considering the kiss between you and kazuha and subtle flirting from kunikuzushi.

"what's going on?" you ask, breaking the silence. you keep your eyes on kazuha, too nervous to look at kunikuzushi who is the more intimidating one of the two.

kazuha walks toward you, reaching one of his hands out to tightly grip your waist to pull you close to his body. you gasp quietly, surprised by the intimate touch. you try your best to turn your head around to see how kunikuzushi reacts, but kazuha grabs your chin firmly, forcing you to keep your eyes on him.

kazuha tilts your head slightly to the side, leaning in to place gentle kisses on your neck. you feel him smirk against your skin when you shiver in delight. you lose coherence for a little bit, your head becoming foggy as you enjoy the way that kazuha kisses you so softly—like you were such a delicate little thing that needed to be handled with care.

a muffled moan leaves your lips as kazuha begins to suck on your neck roughly, leaving behind a red-ish purple mark once he pulls away. he licks the mark a few times, enjoying how it makes you grab his shoulders tightly. kazuha then kisses your cheek, his lips lingering for a few seconds before he pulls away to look at your dazed expression.

"hey, wai–wait a second. what about kunikuzushi?" you suddenly ask frantically, struggling in kazuhas grip as you attempted to look towards kunikuzushi again. you find this whole situation weird, and it's causing you to feel a little dizzy from trying to wrap your head around it.

you whine as kazuha kneads the skin on your hips, the pleasurable sensation distracting you enough so that you stop struggling.

"it's as I said yesterday, y/n. there's nothing you need to worry about." kazuha smirks at you. "isn't that right, kuni?" he asks, cocking his head to the side so he can see his boyfriend behind you. kunikuzushi glares at him, unhappy that kazuha couldn't keep his hands to himself until they at least explained the situation to you.

"that's right," he says, standing from his seat.

you bite your lip, holding in a whine as kunikuzushi approaches from behind you. the nerves that you felt might've been enough to make you fall to the floor if it weren't for kazuha holding onto you so tightly. you could barely think, your mind slipping in and out of coherence and making your body feel so weak—you were practically limp in kazuha's arms.

your eyes flutter closed, a sweet moan muffling in your mouth as you feels kunikuzushi suddenly press against your ass. the stimulation earlier during your kiss with kazuha caused your body to become sensitive and needy for any kind of sensual touch. you subconsciously pressed yourself against kunikuzushi, grinding against him lightly as you hums in pleasure.

kunikuzushi places his hands on your hips, just below where kazuhas hands are, and rubs the area softly. his long fingers slip under your shirt to feel your plush stomach.

"mph— ahh— kazuha," you gasp, feeling kazuha bite down on your neck, this time lower towards your collarbone. he ignores your whines and continues leaving more marks all over your neck and upper chest, addicted to the sweet taste of you. it was easy for kazuha to get lost in his own desires, too needy and horny to stop himself. but it’s not like you really mind, you probably wanted this more than kunikuzushi and kazuha combined.

when kazuha finally pulled away, he feverishly lapped his tongue over the marks he'd left, soothing the achy redness. he smirks at your blissful expression, your teary eyes closed as you tried to keep lewd noises from escaping your lips as kunikuzushi played with your body.

you could hardly keep yourself from falling weakly into kazuhas chest as kunikuzushi reached a hand into your pants, placing his cold fingers against your buzzing clit. you arched your back, grinding your ass against kunikuzushi's hard cock while he began to rub your clit steadily.

"something about seeing you fondle her gets me so worked up." kazuha whispers to kunikuzushi as he removes an arm from around you to readjust his pants.

kunikuzushi huffs out a quiet laugh. "oh yeah?" he teased. "wanna watch as I fuck her then? i bet you'll just love watching as I make her scream for me."

you whined as you look between the two boys, dazed and flustered. you suddenly feel embarrassed about the situation you’re in. as pitiful as it was for an eighteen year old, you’ve never had sex. you’ve only masturbated occasionally, but other than that you’ve never even kissed another person until the previous night with kazuha. yet here you are, between your crushes as they touch and teases your body sexually. and now they're talking about fucking you? you were screwed—literally, probably.

"i think she likes the idea of that too. what a little slut." kunikuzushi smirks, thrusting his hips roughly against you, making you choke on a moan.

"awe, don't tease her, kuni. she looks so adorable like this." kazuha hums, grabbing your cheek to see your flustered expression. he licks his lips before leaning in to kiss you again, this time much softer than how he's previously kissed you.

you whine and pull away from kazuha when kunikuzushi stops touching your clit. you looks at him, nearly about to cry from desperation. kunikuzushi smirks at kazuha who was pouting about being interrupted.

"yeah, she's adorable, but she's still a needy cock whore. just look at the way she's grinding herself against me like a bitch in heat." kunikuzushi taunts.

you ignore the two boys, far too focused on pleasing yourself to be interested in anything they're saying. it's difficult though, no matter how hard you try, he just can't seem to make yourself feel as good as when they touch you. it begins to frustrate you quickly. you pant and whine, looking at both boys who just watch as you struggle.

a few moments later, kunikuzushi sighs as he sits in a chair behind him, pulling you with him so that you fall into his lap. you look up at him and for a brief second, you’re awestruck by kunikuzushi's beauty.

you already knew he was gorgeous, both him and kazuha are, that's one of the qualities you like about them both, naturally. but, you’ve never really had the chance to admire him, especially so close like this. it felt so surreal, this situation, and you can't help but feel flustered even more.

your heart beats quickly when kunikuzushi looks down at you and your eyes meet. his gaze is intense, sending all sorts of hot and heavy feelings through your body that make it so hard for you to resist temptation—not that you were trying anyway.

you readjust yourself so that you were sitting properly on kunikuzushi's lap, which earns you a groan from him. you shiver, a warm sensation washing through your body as kunikuzushi's erection twitches beneath you.

you swallow thickly, shifting your eyes from kunikuzushi to kazuha who was sitting in a chair nearby with his dick in one hand, lazily pumping himself. he stared at you with such an eager look in his eyes, one filled with lust and anticipation—it excited you.

kunikuzushi suddenly grabs your hips, holding them down against his own as he roughly grinds up into you. your eyes roll back, and you hold onto kunikuzushi's shoulders tightly. you moan softly when one of kunikuzushi's hands slip under your shirt, brushing faintly over your nipples. your body arches under his touch, and desperation begins to build in the pit of your stomach again.

kunikuzushi takes your shirt off, tossing it to a random spot in the classroom before pulling you close. you whimpered, and tears form in your eyes when you feel something warm and wet run over your sensitive nipple. your mind begins to cloud, your senses dulled completely by your desire to be pleased. kunikuzushi smirks against you, beginning to suck harshly on the hard bud in his mouth.

you thread your fingers through kunikuzushi's hair, tugging lightly to easy the overwhelming sensation that he brings upon your body. kunikuzushi merely groans, the reverberation of it causing you to cry out. you digs your nails painfully into his shoulders, as he continues to relentlessly suck on your nipple.

kunikuzushi only pulls away when kazuha groans, quietly repeating that he's gonna cum as he feverishly pumps himself. you turn just in time to see cum spurt from his cock, making a mess all over himself. you stared intently as kazuha panted breathlessly.

“fucking shit," he begins once he finally catches his breath. "i know you barely did anything toher, but it's just so fucking difficult to control myself when she cries and moans so prettily like that." kazuha murmurs, wiping up a droplet of cum that was sliding down his thigh.

"i made such a mess," he trails off, looking down at his cum covered dick and stomach. "how will i clean all this up by myself?" kazuha fakes a whine. it took a moment for you to realize the innuendo in his words, but when kunikuzushi nudged you off of his lap and in the direction of kazuha, your eyes widened and you gasped.

you could hardly keep your face from heating up as you stumbled towards where kazuha sat, looking down at the wet and sticky mess that splayed across his body. you got to your knees between kazuha’s spread legs, licking your lips and flicking your eyes up for approval—to which kazuha nods.

you hesitate for a moment before placing your tongue on the base of kazuhas cock, slowly licking up to his tip. you held back the urge to recoil at the salty taste that assaulted your taste buds.

kazuha watched with fascination as you moved up his length, eagerly and attentively—he almost came again, but he wanted the next time he came to be when you and kuni came. he directed your head towards his abdomen where most of his cum had landed, and you obediently began licking all of it up like a thirsty puppy.

"you're doing so good, baby. you look so fucking pretty like this, just keep going." kazuha encourages as he looks up at kunikuzushi who watched with a smirk splayed on his lips.

when you finished licking up all of the cum, kazuha grabbed your chin and leaned down to kiss you. he nipped on your bottom lip, coaxing you to open your mouth to deepen the kiss. it was sloppy the way he kissed you with a force driven by pure and unadulterated lust. you whimpered as you held tightly onto kazuhas clothes for support, the force of the kiss causing you to nearly fall back.

as much as kunikuzushi loves watching his boyfriend make out with you, he was getting a bit impatient. he's already uncomfortably readjusted his pants at least six times now, and he needs to release some pressure—preferably inside of you. so, he pushes up from his chair and gets onto his knees behind you. he doesn't waste any time sticking his hand down your pants and shoving his fingers into your tight, wet little cunt.

you pulls away from your kiss with kazuha, moaning loudly into the air. your whole body trembles, clenching around kunikuzushis fingers as they slip deeper and deeper inside of you.

"you're so rough with her, kuni." kazuha points out as he tilts your head to the side so he can kiss your cheek and jaw.

"yeah, but she fucking likes it though." kunikuzushi grunts, pulling his fingers out of you to show how soaked they are. he looks down at you when you whine, reaching back to tug on his wrist.

"see?" kunikuzushi says smuggly as he pushes his fingers back into your needy pussy.

you gasp, eyes closing as your body relaxes into the pleasure. kunikuzushi starts slow, letting his fingers linger inside a few moments before he pulls them out and thrusts them back in. it drove you crazy, and you couldn’t help but buck your hips against kunikuzushi's hand greedily in hopes of getting him to move faster, but he doesn't. instead, he grips your hips, holding them still against his body while he continues to tease your cunt.

"please! kuni– need it, please!" you beg pathetically. you tug on kazuhas shirt trying to get his attention, thinking that maybe he'll help convince kunikuzushi, but kazuha doesn't stop kissing you. he threads his fingers through your hair and tugs on it, moving your head more to the side so that he'd have more room to kiss down your neck.

"you've gotta beg harder than that if you want me to make you cum, y/n." kunikuzushi hums, pressing his thumb against your clit, massaging it with a barely there touch.

"please! i'll do anything you want, just let me cum!" you plead, desperate for release. tears well up in your eyes again and you can't help but whine pitifully as kunikuzushi and kazuha continue to tease your body, not making any move to give you what you wants.

"i'll be a good slut! please, kuni, make me cum!" you try again,voice sounding so meek.

"much better.” kunikuzushi says as he picks up his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you as he presses his thumb harder on your clit. your back arches, your body leaning into his touch as if it was begging for more, more, more. your breath hitches and your body heats up as kunikuzushi pumps his fingers faster and faster inside of you.

a string of muffled moans escape your lips when kunikuzushi adds another finger inside, and it becomes increasingly harder to ignore the feeling of something building in your stomach. with both boys pleasuring your body, it didn't take you long at all to near your climax.

your body instinctively clenches around kunikuzushi's fingers, a clear indicator that you were about to cum, but kunikuzushi quickly pulls his fingers out. you fell into kazuhas lap, small cries leaving your lips as you tried to catch your breath.

"you really thought iwas gonna let you cum? you're so fucking naïve." kunikuzushi says mockingly. "when I make you cum, it'll be on my cock." he growls, looping a finger through one of the belt holes on your pants and tugging down.

"that was mean, kuni. you made her cry." kazuha says as he strokes your hair to comfort you, but the tone in his voice was one of fake sympathy.

you whined, lifting your head from kazuhas lap to turn and pout at kunikuzushi. he just leans in and kisses you, effectively making you melt right back into a pliant state.

this is the first time you’ve kissed, and kunikuzushi was hungry. he quickly shoved his tongue in your mouth, not giving poor you any time to react at all before your mouth was invaded. you tasted so good, so addicting—kunikuzushi knew why kazuha loved to kiss you so much now.

when kunikuzushi pulls away, you pant in kazuhas lap again. you barely had enough time to regain your breath before you felt kunikuzushi's cock press against your pussy, breaching the tight walls ever so slightly. you moaned, tears welling in your eyes as you held tightly onto kazuha.

"fuck." kunikuzushi breathed, scrunching his face up as he slowly pushed himself into your heat. "you're so fucking tight." his voice strains. you didn't respond, far too focused on trying not to cry even more when pain shoots through your body suddenly.

"it's okay, baby, you're doing so good. i promise it'll feel good soon." kazuha says softly, taking your chin into his hand, tilting your head to the side to place a gentle kisses on your cheek.

kunikuzushi runs the pad of his thumb on your hips, trying his best to soothe your discomfort as he slid further and further inside. the distraction helped a lot, because soon the pain was gone and you began moan. he smirked and thrust himself all the way in roughly, causing you to choke on a sob.

"you like it when i'm rough, hm?" kunikuzushi asks, smirking as he pulled out and thrust back in just as rough as before. you knows the question is rhetorical, but you can't help but nod your head yes, mumbling mhm'—it sounded more like a moan, though.

kazuha slides off of the chair and onto the floor in front of you, leaning close so that your breaths mixed together hotly. he wraps an arm around your back, pushing down on it so that he falls into his lap.

"mm, let's fill that pretty mouth of yours." he hums, directing your head towards his cock. you stick your tongue out, pressing it against his tip, giving it a few kitten licks before taking it in your mouth. kazuha groaned, tilting his head back in satisfaction.

you struggled to take the whole length in your mouth, choking when only half the length was in. it was hard for him not to pull away, but seeing kazuhas face contort into one of pleasure made you want to keep going. but you struggled to shove his whole length all the way in your mouth.

kazuha threaded his fingers through your hair, gripping the strands as be thrusted his hips up. he couldn't get enough of the feeling of your lips wrapped so tightly around his cock, sucking on it and swirling your tongue around it like it was a lollipop.

he groans, rocking his hips faster and faster, trying to match the pace of kunikuzushi's thrusts inside of you—it was difficult, though. kunikuzushi struggles with control, and that extended to sex. he fucked you at a pace that made kazuha worry about your walking capabilities after this was over. oh, but it was delightful to watch him absolutely wreck you.

you were nearing your limit quickly—the familiar coil in the pit of your stomach growing tighter and tighter, ready to come undone at any moment. you tried your best to hold on a little bit longer, but it was impossible when you felt this good.

a string of uncontrollable moans and whimpers escaped your mouth as he came, your body convulsing and trembling as your orgasm hit you like a truck. the reverberation of your noises around kazuhas cock caused him to curse as he suddenly came straight into your mouth.

you both panted as you rode out your highs, but kunikuzushi kept going. he messily slammed himself in and out of you, desperate for his own release. he was so, so close. all he needed was a little push, and that push came in the form of you moaning his name, mumbling about how good he made you feel.

he pulled out of you and watched as you fell over onto the floor, extremely exhausted and nearly about to pass out— kazuha didn't allow you to, though, because he leaned down and began peppering your face with kisses as he whispered praises into your ear.

kunikuzushi reached for his bag, unzipping it and pulling out wipes to clean up the mess you all made. he began by wiping everything off of you, placing a kiss behind in the places he cleaned. when he was done, he and kazuha layed down on the uncomfortable floor next to you, resting and enjoying the moment before you all had to leave.

they were so happy that you’re finally theirs.

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ddarker-dreams · 1 year

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Yan Genshin Boys / Darling Breaking Up.

Warnings: Yandere themes and unhealthy relationships.

Childe

Childe tries really hard to play it off as a joke in poor taste. Truthfully, he saw this coming from a mile away. He had adequate time to prepare his response as a result. If this doesn't work, he'll completely forgo his lighthearted façade, shedding it like snakeskin. He says he understands your concerns (his tone is cold enough to make you doubt the claim), but that it isn't anything you both can't work through. That's what relationships are about! Open communication and compromise. His family loves you, he loves you, why would you want to ruin a good thing? He knows how to talk you in circles. It's so frustrating and you're already in an emotionally vulnerable state. Being a member of the Fatui, he's done his fair share of interrogations. He knows how to systematically break a person's defenses down.

Diluc

You can't tell by his expression, but the poor man's heart is absolutely shattering. He doesn't know what to do with himself. He feels as if the best thing he has in his life is about to walk out the door. His lack of a response doesn't aid the situation; you're waiting for him to say something and he's just silently standing there. Thinking. His gloved fingers drumming on his mahogany desk. Whether or not you'll be allowed to leave Dawn Winery depends on if you told anyone you were coming here. If you did, then you get a couple more days of freedom while he finalizes certain arrangements. If you didn't, well... the suite he had made to his customizations will finally have a tenant.

Kaeya

Kaeya makes you question if this is what you really want. He'll acknowledge his shortcomings, yes, but he'll also point out yours. If you're both contributing to a problem, it's only fair that you work together to solve it, right? He carries this quiet confidence to him that puts you under his thrall. He knows what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. He's good with people and there's no one he knows better than you. If you were upset with him, you'll forget what was even bothering you in the first place ten minutes into his talking.

Zhongli

Zhongli wants to get to the heart of the problem. He doesn't go for the whole "it just isn't working" spiel, he wants specifics, something tangible to work with. The level of tact he uses when obtaining this information is commendable. You don't even think he's trying to talk you out of what you've come here to do. Any concerns you raise are treated with a level of respect that you almost feel is unfitting of the situation. He makes you feel heard and seen, always such a reliable pillar of support. Negotiations are his forte. The God of Contracts knows when to make concessions and when to stay firm. However you intended this to go, it inevitably sways in his favor instead.

Albedo

Albedo is eerily quiet to the point you end up rambling far more than you intended, trying desperately to fill the empty space. He had considered this possibility before, so he isn't completely thrown for a loop. It's far more unpleasant unfolding in reality than a hypothetical in his mind, though. How he navigates this tricky dilemma depends solely on you. If he thinks you can be talked into changing your mind, that's what he'll do, calmly going over things in that tone of his that makes you think everything is going to be alright. This is the method he'd prefer, since it'd change your relationship the least. Should you prove particularly stubborn, he can always use alchemy to synthesize a compound that'd make you drowsy... so this conversation can be continued in a more remote location.

Scaramouche

Takes it the worst from everyone here, no competition. It doesn't matter the tone or words you use, he's positively seething on the inside, an unbridled ball of rage and hurt. You're trying to leave him. Everyone always betrays him. Even you, the one he begrudgingly holds in high regard (at least compared to how he views everyone else). He's upset with himself for getting in this vulnerable position, he's upset with you for adding to the list of betrayals he's experienced, and he's upset with the world for thinking it could ever succeed in taking you away from him. He won't let it end this way; you're a fool if you think you're going anywhere after stealing his manufactured heart.

Xiao

He doesn't really understand what you're getting at. The concept of a 'breakup' is lost on him. He doesn't view romantic relationships in the traditional sense, he never ascribed a specific label to your connection. He views you as his favorite being to spend time with, so it's not like you can say he isn't your 'boyfriend' anymore, the moniker was technically never in play. The conversation isn't fun for either of you. Xiao does get that something's off about your dynamic, so he'll give you some space... for a time. Still watching you from afar, obviously, he has to keep you safe. He has no clue how to navigate this interpersonal stuff. He just kinda hopes to settle back into your routine and hovers around in your general vicinity to encourage this.

Kazuha

You probably won't be able to follow through with your "it's not you, it's me" speech. His eyes... oh, his eyes are so soft, glassy, almost. He patiently lets you say your piece, hanging on your every word, not rushing you and even placing his hand atop yours when you get emotional. He reassures you if you try to take the blame; he never likes it when you put yourself down. The fault clearly lies with him. If only he could provide you with an opulent lifestyle, you deserve someone better than a ronin from a clan whose name was forgotten by time. In a panic, you try to assuage his worries, and that's all it takes. He's got you right where he wants. It's not even entirely intentional on his part, which further adds to his credibility.

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years

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I'm trying to catch up on all the genshin sex dolls au and istg this au has got me rolling and screaming and frothing!! I can envision vividly a world where you see these droids being promoted nonstop on tv, trains, electronic signs and even perhaps sample models lined up on the streets/shops for people to interact with before they make their choice!

If it's out already, I apologize profusely, but has there been any news or perhaps, even a release, on a Kazuha line?

tw - implied noncon, implied somnophilia, unhealthy relationships, and obsessive behavior.

i mean, he'd definitely be a more all-terrain model, meant for adventurous, outdoorsy users who might need a little company out on the trails. you're not very athletic, but you do like to hike, and it's nice to know you won't be alone and helpless if you ever get hurt, or lose reception, or god-forbid, manage to get yourself lost, and honestly, it's just nice to have him nearby. Kazuha has such a calming voice, and he knows a little bit about everything, and out of all the companion droids you looked into, his smile was the only one you could genuinely forget belonged to a robot. he's a good guy to have around, even if you could've probably gotten by with a Bennett or a Beidou. you really like him, and you know he was literally built to like you, too.

he really seems to enjoy getting out with you, too. you were never much for camping before you got him, but he just makes it so easy, it's hard not to grin and nod along whenever he comes to you with an optimistic weather report and the tent you hadn't used in years, before he expressed an interest. he calls it romantic, despite how often you remind him that you're really not interested in anything like that, says he likes the quiet, the calming isolation, and yet, he always insists on staying so close to your side, on staying up for a few hours just to 'stand guard' while you sleep. he always dotes on you while you're out together, offering to carry your supplies, checking to see if you're drinking enough, insisting that he be the one to make dinner when you two finally settle down for the night. even when you're at home, he likes to fret over you, ignoring your little protests and complaints in favor of kissing your forehead and encouraging you to drink the bitter, acidic herbal tea he swears by - the tea that puts you to sleep just as quickly as Kazuha says it should.

you'd never complain about him, but it feels like he's always hovering around you sometimes, always ready to lay a hand on your shoulder or talk down to you in that calm, even voice of his. he's not clingy, he's never pried for affection or questioned why you don't want to use him for, well, what most companion droids are used for, but he likes to touch you, to cup your face, to do... to do something after you pass out in his lap that leaves your hips bruised and something aching in the back of your skull. you're sure it's not bad. he's so kind, and so gentle, and he's always taken care of you.

you're sure that, with a smile so human, he'd never do something so monstrous, right?

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theinnerunderrain · 1 year

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The apple of his eyes [Yan! Kazuha x Amnesiac! Reader]

Warnings: Yandere themes, amnesia, manipulation and gaslighting, objectification.

Love is a fruit that is always in season and within everyone's fingertips. There is no fixed constraint on who may gather it.

Kazuha reasoned that even if the affection was contrived, it was nevertheless a fruit of blessing and therefore only needed just that little prodding in the right direction. It was his own fruit, which he voluntarily spent time tending to by providing it with continual water, ample food, and trimming at the margins to allow for the healthy growth of new twinges.

"Who are you?"

Kazuha was a bit saddened by your sincere interest as she heard the inquiry leave your lips. But perhaps it was the results of his own behaviour—his failure to effectively manage his emotions. It was an error that he didn't intend to make but committed due to his strong sentiments towards you, which he vowed to better control.

He simply lost control and devoured a touch too much of the fruit.

But how can you condemn him when you're just too sweet for your own good?

"...Ah, you do not seem to remember me."

He mumbled, attempting to seem as miserable and distressed as he could, hoping to elicit your sympathy and cause you to shed your sense of guilt.

"I-I apologise for forgetting. If you just tell me, I might be able to recall certain things..!"

The sound of your bewildered voice prompted a ghost smile to briefly trail the edge of his lips, but the room's obscurity prevented you from seeing any of his smile because of how quickly it vanished.

"[First Name]."

He pronounced your name fluently, as if it were a weekly incantation he repeated to himself as part of his meditations. As though he was so accustomed to saying your name that it became an intrinsic part of his personality.

"There's no need to panic. You can refer to me as Kaedehara Kazuha, your friend."

His statement fell off the tip of his tongue, however it wasn't entirely a lie given that you two were friends prior to the occurrence. He wasn't really lying about anything; considering how close you two were to one another, some people might have even assumed you two were in a relationship.

So he didn't have to feel guilty about anything.

"Ah, so we're friends..!"

You inquired, gazing at him with anticipation as he finished speaking, as if it were a comfort to have a friend by your side who could assist you find your way down the memory lane. As you searched for memories of this alleged friend of yours, the term "friend" kept resonating in your head.

Yet nothing came to mind.

But the name Kazuha does sound oddly familiar, doesn't it?

Kazuha.

"You were involved in an accident, one that rendered your mind unconscious and blank. We are lucky enough to have you alive and well."

His lips were as seamless as caramel as he chatted, examining your visage for any indications of emotion as his crimson gaze skimmed over it. However, the only impression on your face was one of utter uncertainty, as if he were some kind of parent attempting to explain to their infant child the significance of the very first day of preschool.

"What sort of accident was I involved in?"

You asked, concealing a few stray hairs behind your ears while you awaited the man's response. The murmur of small ripples squirting against the ship seemed to resonate in the atmosphere, and the wobbling of the vessel made you feel somewhat apprehensive, even if you already got a sense of déjà vu simply being inside the boat.

"That's something I'm not sure of. A Crux crew member discovered your body lying on the shore. Here, drink some water."

Kazuha leaned over the bed and reached for a cup of water, pressing the rim of the grey cup on your lips and tilting your head back so the water would easily flow down your throat.

"I hope that helped you feel much better."

He smiled, setting the cup back to its original position, and then wiped the excess moisture from the corner of your lips with the sleeve of his shirt. Even someone with no memories would be able to tell that possibly Kazuha had a bit too much fondness for you based on his almost too endearing stare.

Yet you made no attempt to question him, only allowing him to gently care for you. Perhaps too afraid or too hesitant to freely question the young man.

"Now, as much as I would love to answer your question."

Kazuha positioned a gentle caress on your shoulder and cautiously eased you into the mattress. He then reached for the blanket and slid it over your body merely enough to encompass the majority of your body. The blanket smelled like syrup and leaves, much like Kazuha, and felt warm against your body amidst the cold night.

"Why don't you rest, and when the moment is right, we'll discuss tomorrow?"

What he was doing wasn't wrong.

Kazuha didn't force you to do anything and he didn't tell you any nasty falsehoods. He just added more components to the story.

Kazuha wouldn't even perceive it as pressuring since he wasn't employing any violent methods to ensure you comply with his dictates. So what if he was required to coerce the intimacy between the two of you?

He was essentially repainting over your image of him, as though he were commencing with a blank canvas and rewriting one of his compositions. Kazuha might even claim that your creation is his finest. Given that Kazuha was not a scientist and could not just concoct a love potion, it certainly necessitated some trial and error. He was aware of your doubts about him, yet you were forced to rely on him because you had no other reliable source.

To ensure that the fruit he sought blossoms properly, it just required a small amount of encouragement and a few words. He'll just have to erase your memories when you start to retrieve them, persuade you that you're mistaken, and how could you honestly trust yourself. Shouldn't you be relying on him instead since your mind is filled with voids and empty memories of the past?

You don't have to think of anything.

Let him serve as your compass, like a gardener steadily guiding his fruit in the right direction.

He should manoeuvre the fruit into his hand since there are no set restrictions on who has access to you.

Kazuha wasn't going to let anyone steal from him or ruin the quality of his produce.

Not after he worked so hard.

Not after he had to give you a little shove.

Not while you're clutching to him so affectionately and feeling grateful to your close friend for saving your life.

Not when his fruit is so luscious and red that it is at the pinnacle of its prime, able can be devoured at any time.

If Kazuha had to eliminate innumerable vines in order to obtain the fruit he desires, it wouldn't be beneficial for anyone, would it?

Just be good and listen to him.

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merakiui · 1 year

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Hi! I'd like to order assorted macarons + sparkling champagne from the mis. menu with Tartaglia, Kazuha and Azul (separate), with red velvet cupcake + red bean mochi from the midnight menu, please! Best wishes for you 💜💜💜

yandere!tartaglia, kaedehara kazuha, azul ashengrotto x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, toxic ex-lovers, nsfw, non-con, (cyber)stalking, obsession, gaslighting/emotional manipulation, murder & use of knife (for tartaglia’s part), mentions of alcohol/intoxication (for kazuha’s part), mentions of disordered eating (for azul’s part) note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! best wishes for you as well! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

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☆ Tartaglia seeks the thrill of battle first and foremost; romantic love has usually been second to that. Though after spending many months in a relationship with you, he’s seen just how enjoyable it truly is. As ideal as settling down would be, it’s a lifestyle he can’t yet enjoy because he’s a Harbinger and the nature of his job has him traveling often when he’s given a new mission.

☆ For those reasons, he can’t spend nearly as much time with you as he wants to, and he hasn’t told you of what he does for a living. You could dig if you really wanted to know the truth; he wasn’t going to stop you. But when you meet with him next and you tell him that you don’t think this relationship is going to keep working, he realizes two things. One: He likes you more than he initially thought, no longer seeing you as a passing amusement. Two: He knows more about you than you know about him, and what you don’t know is that he loves a good chase—salivates over it like a starved man at a buffet.

☆ Tartaglia will be casual about the break-up. He understands it because his job has him traveling all over. He might even offer you a bashful apology to further smooth things over, telling you that you deserve someone with a more open schedule. And it’s a very calm break-up; you look so relieved after the fact. He treats you to one last meal before the two of you part ways for good, with you assuming all is well. Tartaglia offers you one final smile under the stunning lantern light in front of Liuli Pavilion. “See you later,” he says, his sincere features illuminated under the light.

☆ Tartaglia is not Tartaglia in your eyes. He’s always insisted you call him Childe. Childe was sweet and fun, always spoiling you and keeping you away from the Fatui for your own good. Tartaglia, on the other hand, is everything Childe did not show you: a ruthless, battle-hardened hunter who hungers for a good fight. It’s easy to use his time for missions to stalk you, especially the ones that place him in Liyue, where you’ve been living.

☆ At first, you’ll think you’re seeing things when you spot a familiar head of orange hair amidst the crowded marketplace. But then you’ll catch him too often in your peripheral and it feels like less of a haunting and more like a tangible thing.

☆ And then you’ll conveniently run into him, and he’ll be charming and sweet to you, acting as he always has, while he offers to pay for the fruits in your hands or take you to another restaurant for lunch. You take him up on his offers because who are you to decline good things? Despite being ex-partners, you can still be friends.

☆ He becomes a stifling presence in your life. It will feel as though you’re always running into him, always accepting his goodwill, always leaving satisfied and pleased to know there is no hatred between the two of you even after the break-up.

☆ But then the line between friends and something unhealthy is crossed when he breaks into your home. Of course you don’t actually know if it was him. But there was a home-cooked meal left for you on the table (your favorite dish, actually), along with a beautiful, handcrafted accessory you had been saving up for, and you have an inkling that it might be Childe. But Childe isn’t like that; he’s sweet and harmless, right?

☆ You think you saw him standing at your bedside one night. You’re not sure how he gets in. You think you might be going insane because every night you think you see him he’s never truly there. But there are traces of him scattered throughout; you think he’s doing this intentionally—to show you that no one else is capable of tormenting you quite like he can.

☆ So you play his game. You decide that you’ll stay up late in hopes of catching him and reporting him the Millelith. You even commission a Millelith solider to stand guard outside your house for the night, promising to pay him handsomely if he just watches over your residence for the evening while you remain inside, holed up in your room with a knife. You’re ready; you’re not sure what you’re ready for, but you’re ready nonetheless.

☆ Until you aren’t. At some point, you’ve slipped into slumber and when you wake next you find yourself pinned under Childe, who smells terribly of iron. There’s a faint speck of something on his cheek and you don’t dare look at his clothing, horrified at the thought that he managed to kill someone so stealthily and you never woke to a single scream. He smiles at you, a hunter having caught his prey, and you’re too frozen with terror to do anything but stutter through a myriad of hopeless questions.

☆ “Cat got your tongue?” he asks, smiling down at you, and he plays soft so masterfully. But his eyes betray him. Empty and soulless—devoid of any form of warmth. Blank slates. It occurs to you that he’s holding your knife. “You should be more careful, you know... Sleeping with knives isn’t very smart, sweetheart.” He could use his Vision if he wanted to—could summon a pair of dangerous water blades and hold them at your neck—but there’s something much more exciting in pure physical strength and the sharpness of a blade not created by the elements.

☆ Twirling the knife in one hand, he runs the blade up the length of your nightshirt, the tip nearly at your throat. There’s a wild look in his eyes now, a crazed glint that tells of his true intentions, and the horror only allows you to plead in desperate whispers rather than attempt to fight him.

☆ “Don’t be like that,” he says with a soft tut, having sliced through your shorts next, his free hand palming your most private area. “We’ve done this before. You know how I am in bed. I wouldn’t hurt you.” He exhales a breathy chuckle. “Too much.”

☆ When he slips two fingers into your mouth to coat them in your saliva, you almost bite down. You think he’s expecting you to do that because he laughs at you and says, “If you’re going to teeth, you’d better be prepared to be repaid tenfold...” You don’t have the bravery to test him on that.

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☆ You will never see a bad side of Kazuha. It’s not that he actively hides terrible sides from you. It’s just that he’s always so sweet, polite, and patient that there’s never any chance for remotely bad things to slip through his usual demeanor. And since he always seems like the perfect partner, your relationship must have reflected that. It did, until you realized that the life of a wanderer is not very ideal for you, especially since you have friends and family that you’d rather not leave behind for extended periods of time.

☆ So you’d made the tough decision to break up with Kazuha after nearly a year of traveling alongside him. If he was surprised by your admission, he didn’t let it show. Kazuha is aware that all good things eventually end, and so he tells you that the time he spent with you will always be valuable. He shall cherish the memories he’s made with you thus far and, should the wind will it, the two of you will meet again.

☆ The wind must really wish for your paths to converge frequently, for you almost always find yourself stumbling into Kazuha one way or another. The first few instances were completely coincidental (or so you thought). He’d happened across you while you were fishing, while you were running some errands in the city, while you were eating breakfast with friends at your favorite restaurant.

☆ Though you thought each meeting was going to be terribly awkward, Kazuha was so friendly and his amiable nature immediately puts you at ease and warms your friends to his presence. He’d ask if it was all right for him to join, if it was all right for him to lend you a hand, if it was all right for him to accompany you on your walk home. And you’d said yes every time because how could you not when he’s so princely?

☆ You thought it was strange, the way he’d start to make appearances in your daily life so often you began to question whether he really intended to continue his lifestyle as a wanderer. When you asked him about it, he had smiled pleasantly and said that he was in the process of planning his next journey, which would have satisfied you if it didn’t feel so...uncharacteristic. Kazuha only ever plans the bare essentials, preferring to let happy happenstances guide him in his travels.

☆ You’re not sure if it’s stress or paranoia or a mix of both, but you’re certain someone’s watching you. You feel eyes, but you never see them. You confide in Kazuha and he offers to be your guard for the time being. He’s skilled in combat; he can protect you. You agree, but it’s only because you know how well he wields a blade and utilizes his Vision. Still, you can’t shake the feeling that the eyes only ever cling to you when he isn’t with you.

☆ Kazuha loves every side of you, including the ones that are most clumsy. He finds them to be endearing facets of you—facets that make you stand out amidst a crowd of many. He would never hurt you. In fact, it weighs heavy on his heart to know you’re so frightened. But he assures you it’s nothing. He says that the wind has a habit of making those who feel particularly guilty watched. But that shouldn’t be the case with you, right? You haven’t done anything that would warrant guilt, have you? It’s manipulation in the smoothest of forms; you never suspect he pulls at the emotional harp that resides within you, plucking strings to create a tune befitting a believable story—a story that makes him seem right each time.

☆ The one night you’re afforded a break from everything is the night you find yourself drinking with some friends, drowning fears and sorrows in lively chatter and alcohol. Kazuha’s with you, as always. He had claimed it was to be there for you in case you drink yourself silly. At the time you said that that wouldn’t happen, but hours later you’re leaning on him for support as he helps you trudge back to your lodging for the night.

☆ With this close proximity, he can admire your lovely features without having to worry about looking impolite for staring so much. He tells you how perfect you look, but the words don’t quite reach your ears. You mumble something drunkenly, burying your face in his shoulder, and he can’t help chuckling. You’ve always been the cutest.

☆ Initially, he had planned to take you home and look after you until the morning sun rose or you had woken—whichever first—but with the way you’re rubbing against him, coupled with your very soft mumbles, has him redirecting your route to a secluded strip of alleyway in a quieter part of Inazuma City. He has you pressed against the wall of a building, the both of you shrouded in blood-red lamplight, with his knee sliding between your legs.

☆ At first you kiss him back, licking into his mouth with desperate, heated fervor, your arms thrown around his neck, and he relishes in the taste of you, even if most of you tastes like fine sake. But then you’re pulling away, placing your palms on his chest to hold him back. You try to look at him, but you’re so intoxicated that you sway, your eyes flicking all about him.

☆ Your speech slurs when you tell him that the two of you shouldn’t do this. He looks at you like he’s working out a difficult problem. “Why not?” he asks, an eyebrow raising curiously. “I thought you loved me.” And you do. Wait. No, you broke up a while ago. You only see him as a friend now.

☆ Kazuha still smiles even as you struggle to work through a coherent sentence, leaning in to press a kiss to your throat. He tells you of how much he loves you in all manners of ways: poetic, filthy, filthily poetic. His hands wander all over, squeezing you in the softest of places. He adores every inch of you, and though his touches once soothed you in the past you seem intent on stopping him.

☆ It does sting to know you’re so averse to him even in a compromised state, but you won’t be once he’s slotted himself inside you, keeping you pinned against the wall while he holds you up and ruts into you in the exact way you like. You can try to protest, but when your tongue is tied between objections and breathy moans the latter is quick to drown out the former. He’ll swallow all protests in sweet smooches.

☆ By the end of it, he gathers you in his arms, holding your shivering frame against his flushed one. He asks if you love him. You say yes, but deep, deep down that’s not true. And the eyes that have pursued you for half a year now finally close.

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☆ Azul had smiled through the break-up, nodding along and uttering words of understanding. He intends to look civil about the entire thing, but he certainly doesn't feel civil.

☆ By his standards, two and a half years mean everything to him. Time is money, as they say, yet when it came to his relationship with you time felt much more precious and priceless. In the back of his mind, he always had his doubts and fears that you might leave him one day and he’d be all alone once again.

☆ It’s fairly simple to keep tabs on what you do. He had been with you long enough to know all about your habits, the places you like to frequent most, the friends you talk to, and even what days you shop for groceries (which he makes note of in a journal). He’s a busy man, so most often he’ll send one of the Leech brothers (most likely Jade because Floyd prefers to approach you outright and that goes against the entire meaning of discreet) to track you throughout your day.

☆ If you’ve blocked his Magicam account, he’ll just make another secret account. And another. And another. And another. He’ll make as many as he must in order to stay updated on the happenings in your online life, to see what posts you have been tagged in, to follow your digital footprint like a bloodhound.

☆ Azul wants to make it seem like he’s moved on when he goes about his daily life, all charming smiles and pressed suits, and when he’s distracted with work it’s easy to temporarily forget about what ails him. But when he’s alone and he gives himself time to think, thoughts of you come creeping in. He’s had to stop himself from spontaneously texting, calling, even emailing you just to connect with you again so that he doesn’t look like a desperate, pathetic ex-boyfriend.

☆ Azul won’t allow you to cut him out of your life. The two of you were meant to be together forever. Who else could have loved him, flaws and all, but an angel? Sure, you may have broken up with him as softly and angelically as you could (and he may have cried over it for hours later that same day), but that doesn’t make you a bad person. He still loves you, even if you hurt him, and he wants you to love him again.

☆ If there’s something wrong with him, he’ll work to fix it. If it’s his looks, he can change his diet habits and eat less to become prettier and skinnier. He can change the makeup brand he usually wears for something you like. If it’s a certain part of his personality, he can bury it and pretend it doesn’t exist. He can mold himself to your ideals. He can become your perfect lover. Whatever it takes to be loved by you again, he’ll do it.

☆ Azul thinks he’s dreaming when he gets a call from you, and it takes all of his restraint not to answer with a hasty confession of how much he’s missed hearing your beautiful voice. He forces himself to sound calm and collected and civil while you explain that you found some of his belongings in your apartment while cleaning and that you want him to pick them up within the next few days otherwise you’ll give them away.

☆ Azul cannot contain his smile, nor does he realize how fast he’s agreed. He says he’ll stop by bright and early tomorrow morning. Nothing else matters in this moment. The frigid indifference in your voice doesn’t matter. The fact that you ended the call right away after that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he’s going to be able to stand in your apartment and see you again after months of watching from afar. He’s so excited he’s not sure how he’ll fall asleep.

☆ Your apartment is exactly how he remembers: comfortable, warm, and welcoming. You’ve put everything of his in simple, unlabeled boxes, which stings a little. Do you really dislike him that much that you’d prepare everything in advance just to avoid spending more time with him?

☆ You can’t even look at him. When he steps inside with a kind smile, you greet him curtly and tell him to take his stuff. He watches you walk off to the kitchen to continue cooking a breakfast that smells so delicious. He’s always loved your cooking. Azul glances between the boxes and the kitchen that waits down the hall. He can gather his belongings later; right now he has to appreciate this moment and draw it out for as long as he can before you force him out.

☆ As usual, there’s a certain peacefulness that envelops you when you’re so focused on cooking, your back turned to him when he steps into the kitchen. He’s not sure how many times he’s fucked you against that very countertop, in this very room while you were preparing a meal, but he misses those moments of intimacy.

☆ You don’t startle when he presses himself against you from behind, his arms caging you in against the counter, but you do attempt to shrug him off. You remind him that if he’s taken his belongings he should leave; you’ll even walk him to the door. But Azul doesn’t want to leave. He wants to stay here. He wants to be able to hold and kiss you again, and that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

☆ “I love you so, so much,” he’s telling you, mumbling it against your skin through kiss after kiss, playful bite after bite, while his hands slide under your shirt to fondle your perky nipples. You can protest and call him names all you want; soon you’ll be feeling too good to keep up those nasty insults. Soon you’ll love him again.

☆ It’s been so long since he’s been inside you—so long since he’s had you folded over on the counter, babbling incoherently through yet another orgasm, but it feels so nice to touch you, to hear you crying and moaning his name so sweetly, to smell you, to be with you once more. And though he may have made a few mistakes in the past, this time he’s going to show you every bit of his honest love, even the sides that are twisted. Since you’re his angelfish, you’ll accept him as he is, won’t you?

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