Companion To An Almost-god (scaramouche | Wanderer)

𝐘𝐎𝐔‘𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘, 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒!

scaramouche likes to put all of his frustration and stress into eating you out, cumming untouched in the process.

୨୧ WORD COUNT: 1.5k

୨୧ WARNINGS: nsfw, fem! reader, oral sex (fem! receiving), cunnilingus, fingering, slight biting, cumming untouched, you call him kuni hehe.

"you don't even know how annoying that is!"

scaramouche continued to explore his lips over the tender insides of your thighs while complaining, guiding you back towards your bed until your head hit the soft silky pillows, leaning down. "it's so fucking frustrating."

the darkened strands of his hair lazily hung around his face, there was an almost unbearable surge of air roaming over your skin, filling the room and giving you difficulties in breathing.

the mattress squeaked under the shifting weight of your lover, you swallowed the growing twist in your throat and felt the ever so sinful awareness of his tongue sliding over your thighs, adding his sharp teeth to nibble on the shaking skin, biting down.

"you won't ever frustrate me like that, right?"

stilling himself on you, you did nothing more than meeting his eyes with his palms branding each one of your legs, properly nestling himself in between your aching core. "i'd never." turning to him, you murmured the words and rolled them off your tongue in between irregular panting, signaling him how bothered you had become with your lips pursed.

"ah, you're right." he didn't blink, nor did he lose his hold on you, fuck, the way you laid there, so unbelievably sexy, out of breath and he hasn't even started to pleasure you yet! savoring his first kiss on your aching clit, you whined his name before he spoke again.

"you'd never betray me, how foolish of me to even entertain that idea." in any normal circumstances, one would think it was a typical conclusion he found deep inside his tinkering brain, yet somehow it still sounded like scaramouche needed that conformation from you.

"never, kuni." managing to brace yourself, you spread your legs further with your eyes lidded, your impassioned words enough to send him to the brink of desperation as you held your breath, letting go of it with a shiver.

humming in satisfaction, scaramouche repeated the process, placing another kiss on your trembling clit, handling you soft and delicately. The hot ache in between your parted legs was growing and he knew, he always did, he had you figured out and could clearly see how soaked and flooded you had gotten.

"kuni, please." you wiggled breathily, "i need you now." he felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled upon listening to your begs, cautiously prodding out his tongue to draw it into your flesh, your body relaxing, yet tiny quivers still ran through your figure, reacting in a fine tremor that felt like a sweet buzzing against you.

"you got me already, don't act stupid." moving his fingers on you, he watched you eagerly, prodding the first digit in. Of course, he figured, you were tight as always, so fucking tight it made his mouth water, your slippery fluids drenching his fingertip as he let you take another inch.

a pathetic whine was everything you were able to get out, yet it still didn't do the sensations you were experiencing justice. The need to have him closer to you, buried in your core with his eyes drawn to you at all times was enormous, massive.

your hand gravitated towards his hair, digging your nails into his scalp as she moved his tongue on you, lapping at your spongy folds and simultaneously dragging his digit back and forth your tightness.

it was maddening, unfair, how he always managed to tackle your sweetest spots, enveloping you slowly in his mouth and tonguing his wet muscle in between your glistering folds. Your head was thrown back into the cushions, moaning the passion out for your lover to hear as he groaned, sucking strongly before closing his mouth on your quivering bundles, pulling away.

your sobs continued to wreck your insides, whining when he refrained completely yet still leaving his finger buried in. "how did that feel, hm?" scaramouche muttered just above your wet cunt, laughing at the way you tried to hide on how turned on you were now.

"it feels good, please more." answering in blind agreeance, you sighed in relief when he put his attention back where you craved it, rubbing your clit with the tip of his tongue. The burning pleasure on your hole turned you into a mindless haze, your nails embedded in his scalp as the mixure of both tongue and fingers had you salvating, curling your toes inwards.

"you're so far gone." truthfully, scaramouche couldn't keep his eyes off you, more so was he getting drunk off your juices. So sweet yet with a faint layer of bitterness, the obvious tent in his pants hardening when he rutted himself against the mattress, swallowing down your gooey substance.

your breasts rose and fell with each deep breath you took, a light trace of sweat embedded on the curve of your mounds. He swore whenever he'd open his eyes, open them to watch you struggle, he could feel his cock twitch in his pants, ache and crave to be buried and sucked in by your walls but fuck, something about pleasuring you this way was even better.

it was evident that it was him who was in control, he had the power to give and take, the power to decide. With that, scaramouche prodded the next finger in, in one drag adding it into your sobbing hole, stretching you apart. How hot and squishy your walls were, wiggling his fingers in you to find a nice comfortable place before shoving them back in.

with the added pressure on your core, you moaned with your jaw hung low, throwing your head back with your eyes pointing to the ceiling. Your screams echoed through your face, chest and your stomach, the vibrating sensation coaxed scaramouche on to fasten his tempo, wrapping his lips around your clit and suckling on your tiny electrified bundles, his sharp teeth grazing over the pulsating sensitivity.

for him, it's the biggest compliment and ego boost when he can clearly sense how you were enjoying yourself simply from his touch on you, not to mention your tender walls twitching with every shove of his digits in your softness, fluttering and flexing your muscles.

tears were beginning to bubble out of your eyes, lifting your torso up while holding him down on your warmth, trembling upon witnessing the almost embarrassing squelching noises you were making. Scaramouche groaned into your pussy, thrusting himself into the mattress and holding you still so he could work on you without being disturbed by your bothersome humanly body responses.

"i‘m so close, please." developing into a whiny mess, he used his slender fingers to scissor your abused cunt, turning you louder when you met his pace halfway, wiggling your hips into his tongue. The tension tearing into your sweet core was on its breaking point, evolving and expanding with your oxygen falling short, burning your lungs.

"you're already close? from only my fingers?" scaramouche clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his fingers repeatedly pressing against your sweet point mixed with the roughness of his skilled flattened tongue drawing painfully fast circles on your clit.

the wide smirk on his face was evident even without you actually spotting it, he obviously wouldn't tell you but scaramouche was on the brink of cumming himself, untouched and from simply shoving his cock into the bedsheets under him, a damp splotch decorating his pants.

"fuck." your body jolted with tension, your entrance twitching with his fingers knuckles deep, sucking him in and tensing up, keeping him there. A thin layer of sweat covering his pale skin with his closed eyes focusing down on where your core was connected with his tongue, chasing your climax like a wild beast, groaning when his erection rubbed particularly hard over the rough material of his pants.

you suddenly hiccuped and whined out screaming, toes curling at the unique sensation only he was managed to coax out and arouse in you, the bubble in your stomach popping when you released yourself against his mouth, coating and staining his chin and cheeks with scaramouche‘s moans vibrating your core.

never faltering the shoves of his fingers in you he rode your orgasm out, grinning lowly and licking you fiercely when your body gave out on you at last, turning lax. The sounds of pure euphoria had the room in a dominating aura, sinfully swirling over your twitching body when you trembled, exhausted and tired from his rough play on you.

your juices sticked on the insides of your thighs, drooling down your ass and staining the bedsheets when scaramouche pulled himself away, a tiny thread still connecting him to your pussy. With that, he used the back of his hand to brush your juices off his face, licking off the rest of your essence and drinking it up, much to your pleasure.

humming in satisfaction, he brought his lips to you to make you taste yourself. The embarrassment had you whine on his mouth when he swirled his tongue around yours, cheeks prickling with warmth. Quickly, you returned it, prancing your hand over his stomach before cupping his heat, squeezing the wet spot when you suddenly realised.

you whimpered when he grinded himself into your palm, the idea of scaramouche being so unbelievably horny from eating you out had you in a tight grip and the fact he climaxed from it too, confidence roaming into your veins.

"i love you." your weak voice was music to his ears, a low hum rumbling in his chest which was a clear place holder for the somewhat normal response he had actually planned to use as an answer to your words.

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Since the anons feel that the dollhouse au is too cute to be real horror, I shall try to submit more scary yandere asks. I already gave you the analog horror idea. Now, imagine Toy Story with a twist. When it comes to dolls, kids like to roleplay and such. As a little girl, MC has gone through all the tropes—especially the Prince Charming and Fairy Tales. Imagine if she ends up inviting or being invited by a playmate and said playmate ends up taking the roles of that some dolls consider to be theirs alone??? Also, MC starts missing special days that she dubs "costume day" where she makes new outfits for the dolls or "tea party day" where she just sings/dances with the dolls while having a tea party. At first, they tolerate it since she's happy and they still get to participate in playtime...but when that playmate starts getting cocky and makes fun of MC??? The chaos, the scheming...that kid will never have a peaceful life, or have a life at all by the time he gets back home.

Three days later, that playmate is moving away with their family but then got involved in a car accident. Police says faulty brakes are to blame. How tragic.

☆Starlight Anon

Continuation: Better yet in that childhood playmate asks is if the kid remained sincerely but the dolls got annoyed anyway because...well, they're all possessive yanderes for MC lol Warnings: Blood, violence, horror, child's death (all in a nightmare.. technically) dead dove do not eat, read at your own risk. Genshin haunted dolls au [Fem!child!reader]

Well, it looked innocent enough? Your new friend was an attention seeker even at a young age she was proud and maybe a bit arrogant but hey she was just a kid.

When she told you about many things she knew and did and showed you things that made your eyes sparkle you thought that she was so cool, that she was amazing! You tried to come into her life finding her so amazing and she let you with a smug smile.

The relationship was cute really, the way you would follow her wherever she went in the school. She was your best friend or that was supposed to be the case. She was a spoiled girl, she wanted everything for herself, the play dates of roleplay games you and her played all had her become the princess or the lady while you were either the prince or the maid that was supposed to save her or serve her.

She would never let you become the princess of the story, even if you want to be even if you voice it she would not give it to you. Even if your parents saw it, their mother didn't know what to do with her while your mother would say that it was all right. But you can also see the concern she had looking over you.

But you liked her... you like her as a friend so you can't help but stick to her. She was so cool really.

Even as she took everything from your small hands.

Yet it seems there was a tipping point, it was bound to happen one day or another she only continued to grow hotty and selfish. It was that time when you were playing at the playground sandbox, you and she were playing with your dolls something about princess and knights with her own doll. As the princess, she commanded the attention of all the knights to her telling them that they should fall for her looks and charms. That they must swear an oath to her as the princess to protect her.

It was slowly getting dark when both yours and her parents called you and her telling you that you need to go back home now. Getting up you tried to take your dolls back but it seems that she started to take a liking to a few of them refusing to give them back to you.

"Give them back." You asked, so close to crying. "Don't be a crybaby I am just borrowing your dolls." She huffed as she held on to your dear dolls close. You didn't understand why she was taking your dolls when you told her no but she kept on insisting that she was just borrowing them to continue the roleplay back at her home.

Before you could do anything she was running back to her mother, who asked what those dolls were and why she has them. "Oh, ______ let me borrow them."

Your mother found you sniffling in the sandbox, crying in her arms you told her what happened.

However it was too late to get them back, your mother would try to get them back but she didn't have the phone number of the girl's mother nor does she know where does that girl live.

She told you that she would try to get them the next day yet that never happened.

Her father had somehow found your home past midnight and dropped off the dolls, apologizing to you and your family for his daughter and coming so late in the night. While he would have given these dolls later at a more appropriate time his daughter has been screaming ever since midnight.

She continued to chant at the dolls to get away from her, throwing them to the farthest corner. They tried to do everything to calm the girl down but she kept of screeching that it hurts and to make the pain stop. They could not calm her down and this was the last thing they thought of. Your parents showed concern for the tired man and thanked him for giving them back your dolls. You were also happy that your dolls have been returned but even you were concerned to what happened to your friend.

But she didn't come to school the next day but you heard the teachers whisper among each other that she was at the hospital, from screaming so much to the point of coughing out blood. Nothing was working and she kept on begging someone whom the parents and doctors don't know to leave her, to let her go.

You don't need to know really. It was her fault after all.

Dressed in a beautiful princess dress and a tiara on her head her stomach was decorated with many swords pierced through her. Over and over she would be a prince to nothing but a corps on the ground.

Over and over faceless knights stabbed her stomach within a dreary castle. She was all alone, she could not see reality even with her eyes open. She could not see the white walls of the hospital but a brick wall covered in blood as another sword price through her abdomen.

So matter how many swords pierced her there was always room for one more.

The pain doesn't numb at all, and when the small girl screamed again and again to stop it never did.

Note: What a dream... if she heals she won't be wearing any more princess dresses or tiaras looking at them would probably make her sick

actually, one final thought - yandere diluc who wants a portrait painted of you but needs someone who will be . . . discreet. kaeya, when diluc very very carefully pokes around the idea without giving anything away, recommends albedo.

albedo is as beautiful as his art. and though you are never left alone with him - adelinde watches over you - you cannot help but be charmed by his soft smile and his blunt open-ended words (so different from diluc’s own delusional insistence that he loves you, that he is protecting you, that this is necessary). you cannot help but look forward to seeing him.

(the portrait is almost scandalous - having adelinde there and hearing of albedo’s reputation has made diluc bold. a draping white chiffon gown shows bare shoulder, milky white pearls around your throat - a gift from diluc, with a centre pendant of rubies for a splash of his colour - emphasising the swell of your chest and the line of your shoulder).

albedo is not clueless. he picks up on tiny context clues most would miss; contrives to ask adelinde to fetch him some water one day, or cause some other disturbance, and asks you flat-out if you are captive. tells you of his little cabin on dragonspine that he can find a way to spirit you off to, if you only say the word. that afterwards he will help you rebuild a life and keep you safe from diluc, he is a knight, you can trust his word—

(you are lovely to look at, a perfect muse. interested in him. gentle and warm and soft. you ignite a feeling in albedo he does not yet understand, spurred on all the more by bare shoulders and soft fabrics. he thinks this is what it is to want).

a cabin on dragonspine is just another cage. at least albedo does not placate you with empty whispers about how he is doing this for you. when you call albedo a monster, he simply tilts his head to one side and continues his sketching. if you ever were to try and escape . . . well. you would not get very far, would you?

First of all, this blog of yours is a blessing. Your yandere works are just ♡♡♡♡♡ I cannot even put it on words. Thanks to you, now I know Lobotomy Corporation and I can't get enough of it. I need to know more about this game, the lore, the abnormalities and everything it can offer.

And secondly, I don't know much about Der Freischütz & Funeral of the Dead Butterflies, but can I request a yandere drabbles/one-shot/headcanons about them? I don't play the game (yet) but the second I saw those two, they got my attention (and my heart).

I hope I don't bother you with my request.

P.s: did I already say your writings are just that perfect I can't stop re-reading them?

⸸ The Devilish Marksman and the Caged Butterfly ⸸

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where a sexy butterfly wants to encase you in his coffin, but the devil said no. OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

Note: read until the end for my person message to Anon.

Love.

Der Freischütz might have been a human once, but he never understood what that thing called 'love' was. It was an alien concept, a subject that he could never hope to understand.

So when he was but a mere human, he scoffed at the Devil.

"The person I love most, you say?" he jeered. "No such person exists."

But it did.

Perhaps he have should known given how much he cared about himself and no one else. At the very least, he should have predicted that the seventh bullet would pierce no one else's heart but his own.

One might think he always had one, given how his iciness seemed to always melt off around his favourite Agent, but no.

First and foremost, he became a Devil because his predecessor saw him for what he was. Heartless.

And as a Devil, it would be an insult to call his soul-binding contract something as fickle and fleeting as 'love'.

He found it rather laughable how humans were so desperate for it. Throughout the millennia, he had seen so many blind themselves with rose-tinted glasses because they couldn't stand the thought of anything tarnishing its image.

But if enabling that blindness would make things easier for him, then who was he to complain?

For his beloved little Contractee, he would do anything to be serviceable. Anything to keep them compliant.

He would protect them, teach them how to best use his EGO equipment and gift, and perhaps even take care of them. He could feign politeness, empathy, offer his condolences when he must, and as you must be beginning to see, the Marksman could even play the role of a charismatic gentleman if he wanted to.

It was a front he never bothered with before, since most of his contracts lasted as long as his bounties did.

But for this one, why not?

Heed my warning, though. Never assume for a moment that he would extend that same hospitality to others. That is a privilege belonging only those bound to him.

He might swear to protect them, doing everything in his power to keep them from danger, but the price was insurmountable. The facility would be drained of its energy, and dozens would die, not only because of his magical bullets, but because of all the collateral damage caused by the breaching of other Abnormalities.

It wouldn't matter though.

Damn everyone to hell if anyone other than him were to kill his Contractee.

They might come running to him, demanding or begging him to cease his slaughter. Perhaps they might even even try to teach or urge him to at the very least feign concern for the lives of others, but he never will.

They were his to protect, but he was never theirs to control.

On the contrary, T-01-68 was...he could never be called pliant, but he was certainly more considerate towards his beloved more than the Devil.

Whereas Der Freischütz was blunt and straightforward with his 'affections', the Butterfly would be careful with his words and gestures. Not because he wanted to earn their trust, but because he genuinely wanted to avoid causing them any more unnecessary pain.

God knows how much they had to endure on a daily basis already.

It was well-known across the facility that T-01-68 existed to comfort those left behind, to honor the ones who passed away that didn't have anyone to remember them. It would simply be antithetical of him to hurt his beloved.

He was the shoulder they could cry on. When they wanted to run away from everything, they would come to his containment unit seeking sanctuary.

Not that Devil.

Deep down, the Butterfly was grateful for Der Freischütz being the way he was (and the rest of the Abnormalities for that matter). If not for his crass ways and bloodlust, their little Agent would have never come to him on their own volition.

He could never hurt them.

That was what he truly seemed to believe as he chased after his beloved down the winding hallways, actively seeking them out so he could finally rest their body inside his coffin.

This place was hell. Wasn't the Devil's presence enough confirmation for that? All these monsters, all these fanatics like WhiteNight and Blue Star promised salvation, but their ways were no less gruesome from the other abominations they swore to save their followers from.

While he would never call himself a god, he certainly believed that he was the only one who could truly give them the peace they needed.

If he must kill his beloved himself to keep that promise, he would.

The two would never see eye-to-eye, that much they had long come to accept. For the Marksman, T-01-68 was a headache to deal with, while the Undertaker found F-01-69 utterly difficult to tolerate.

Der Freischutz wanted to keep them alive. They were his to keep.

But the Butterfly wanted to give them the dignified death they deserved. It was the reason why they came to such a hellish place in the first place.

They both had a reason, and neither one were willing to give up.

~~~ End ~~~

First of all, I would like to say thank you, thank you, thank you!

And it's no bother at all. I love to write headcanons, especially snippets, drabbles, and short fics, so I am more than happy to. Honestly, I'm just surprised I didn't get requests from these two, considering how popular they are among the fandom.

P.S: Did I already tell you how much reading this makes me happy? I'd love to see the fandom for this game grow bigger.

scaramouche + "i love you so much, i could look at you for hours and not get bored."

note: yandere

"Is that the excuse you've created to explain your incessant staring?"

He looks down on you, because of course he does--you're sitting at his feet, practically reverent, gazing up at him with a look that twists between expected adoration and something... softer, sweeter, and far less easy for him to grasp.

It's maddening, as you are maddening.

"It's the truth," you say, and this time--bold minx that you are, though you pretend to be everything but--you dare to rest your chin against his thigh. Like a puppy, or an acolyte, placing your head in your better's lap.

Is that not one way to view your situation?

He refuses to give in to what is clearly a ploy for more of his attention. An invitation for his hands to grip your chin and lift it, catching your gaze. A clear desire for him to rub his thumb on your lips and consider pulling you up to press his own against them.

He refuses, for now, because that would be putting the game in your court. And if he does, there's always the chance (however slim, he thinks, seeing the way you stare at him) that you'll let him go in the end.

And that? That is the one thing he cannot abide, and so, here, now, like this--he'll be the one who stays in control.

When he does nothing more than return to the task at hand, reading important missives scattered out on his desk, you pout, huffing out a little sigh with puffed cheeks. Your eyes slide to the floor, dejected and pathetic.

"I didn't tell you to look away," he says, nonchalant, at least in his own mind.

He feels the slightest bit of warmth in his cheeks when he senses that you've turned your gaze back up at him. If he glances down, will he see a glimpse of that something sweet, that something soft? That something that he can't seem to hold in his fingers, something without real solid weight despite the heaviness it creates in his chest?

Maddening. You really are maddening.

Pacing Game [Yandere Scaramouche x Reader]

Title: Pacing Game [Yandere Scaramouche x Reader]

Synopsis: You’re due to give birth any day now, and you’ve never been so terrified. 

Word Count: 2524

Notes: Yandere, arranged marriage, pregnant afab reader, mentions of physical roughness, non-graphic childbirth descriptions

Your husband, the great and feared Sixth Harbringer, has never been terribly affectionate. As if that would surprise anyone, not that you have anyone you could tell this to; perhaps the gaggle of prim attendants who are frequently at your side, but no–they’re his crows, little spies that will flutter to this side the moment you say anything worth repeating.

It’s the truth, however. He’s never been one to plant soft kisses on your forehead in the morning or wax on about how the beauty of the most stunning blossoms were nothing compared to your smile. He has never told you he loves you, though you’re certain that he wants you–bruised wrists and bruised lips and your currently swollen belly can attest to that.

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Genshin men when you go quiet in bed (minors dni)

Childe loathes when you go quiet. Eyes narrowing in a glare that makes you freeze, he intends to make you scream for him. his hips move faster against you, cruel and with no remorse. Once he finds the spot that makes you see stars, he whispers a small "there baby?" and chases after it mercilessly. He feels the lick of pleasure when you are clawing at his skin and screaming his name.

Nothing goes past zhongli's attentive eyes. He knows what to do to make you tremble with pleasure. You gulp when you notice a shift in his eyes. His eye lids lower as he runs his hands all over your trembling body. Hums in appreciation when you let out a cry finally. You bury your head against his bare chest as you sniffle helplessly to his relentless efforts to bring you to pleasure.

Ayato spanks your ass raw when you go quiet. Chuckles darkly against your ears as you clutch his arm helplessly. "Hurts baby?" He asks in mock concern as you whimper and nod your head. Makes you grind against his thighs as he runs a soothing hand against your asscheeks. He would absolutely hate it when you go quiet so you better be loud.

So you dared to go quiet around scaramouche. He would devour you and you have no choice but to tremble under him. He's bruising your skin in punishment and is very harsh with degradation. Would choke you and glare at you with so much fire in his eyes. Don't be surprised when you wake up with bite marks all over your skin. After all he prefers dolls that cry.

Kaeya seemed calm. Too calm at first. But you should know that the punishment for your silence would be harsh. You can't help but sob when he pulls away from you completely before you cum. You learnt that ruined orgasms aren't worth it. So you beg for his touch, his cock and anything shamelessly. He is amused that the simplest touch from him makes you shiver and cry.

Childe with a naive s/o...they're just so tiny and cute but they haven't even had their first kiss! Childe is the perfect person to teach them! After all, he's so smart, strong, and never has selfish intentions. And Childe knows best and that does include sex and discovering kinks! Bonus points if they're often stoic or quiet and Childe just riles them up. Every facial expression, whimper, and moan is all because of him.

content warnings. naive! reader, virginity loss, unprotected sex, fellatio, size kink, cock-warming, dacryphilia, vaginal fingering, afab! reader. minors dni!

yes <3

<< thirst collection >>

you trust childe a lot ♡

even if it make your heart shakes when you kiss him, his hand dipping lower and lower to your skirt, playing with the hem of your panties. it dizzying, foreign to the feeling; you buried your face to his neck, clinging on him while you straddled his hips.

even if he come to join you in your bed, calloused palm from years of training and wielding various weapons traced against your belly and up to your chest, fondling with your tits until you playfully whine him to stop. your eyes fluttered to watch his finger pulling down your shorts, letting it hang on your ankles before playing with your pretty cunny <3 he lives of by your quiet moans, your fist tugging his shirt to pull him into a kiss. you'd just ended up falling sleeping against him with his finger stuffed inside of you.

childe taught you many things, ranging from how to play with yourself when he isn't near you to giving him a blow job under his desk. love to see your bruised lips wrapping around his tip, sucking and kissing while you stroke it with your two fist. he thinks it's adorable seeing your cheeks puffing up, eyes watering from having him deep down your throat. the warm coil settled in your belly, sending tingles down to your virgin cunt when he praises you a lot <3

he's a sweet boyfriend and you are nothing but his eager partner who's too innocent for her own good ><

he'd be the type to fucked you till you're crying, hiccuping from having his cock stretching you apart. sucking your sensitive nipples till you're back arching, cumming just from his fingerpad gently rubbing your clit. although he wasn't rough, his size itself bring discomfort to you, make your nails sunk into his shoulder blade. you're too cute, make him want to bend your body beneath and split you apart with his cock but childe didn't have the heart to treat you like that during your first time, not when you sweetly cry for him to continue, your legs wrapping around his waist as he slowly thrust deep inside of you.

his pretty baby is so cute when they cry, lips quivering before peering their eyes down to see his cock disappearing inside of them <3 couldn't help but to kiss you face all around, holding your hand so you feel safe! you used to be quiet with him but now you're all a mess, whimpering out of pleasure while his cock hits your spongy spot.

he just fucked you into a deep sleep, lifting your limp body and make you sit on his lap while you cockwarm him <3 he still have many nights for you to be taught more things, for now he'd just let you rest.

beside, it's not like you're going anywhere far from him,,

⸸ I am Here — Part Two ⸸

(An AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made an ALEPH-class abnormality into a flesh doggy. A lot of OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

Pairing: [Insert] x O-06-20 (Nothing There)

Warning: body horror, gore, violence

Word Count: 1 200+

Description: O-06-20 was only a simple creature. It craved affection, attention. These were things it unfortunately couldn't lose interest in even long after it stopped wearing its canine shell. Not even after its old master, its 'best friend'—its first ever companion—abandoned it.

Note: I decided to write this in a way that the first part isn't needed (though if you wish to read it, here it is). Inspired by the creature from the 'The Thing' and a certain anon's request for headcanons

Consider this the backstory behind O-06-20. Whereas, the first part was written from the perspective of the human, this one and henceforth will be read from the creature's.

Anyway, enjoy~

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The creature only wore the shell of a human.

As such, it didn't know how to act like one.

Humans were complicated creatures. The slightest crinkle in their face, and the movement of their body could create a variety of combinations that each meant its own emotion.

The fact that they could swing from one feeling to another like a pendulum only made it much more difficult for the creature to follow.

Not to say that it was incapable of feeling anything. But for something so primitive, it could only categorized emotions into three. Contentment, aggression, and fear.

Because like all animals with a will to survive, the creature, too, could feel those things.

But to think that there was a time when humans could also...'love' it. That seemed like such a long time ago.

It was a word the creature learned from a certain man, back when he used a thick-furred canine as a shell. Unbeknownst to its owner, that his animal companion was already dead, and an imposter had simply taken its place. If he knew, it doubted he would have welcomed its presence.

Every day, that man told the creature, 'I love you, Buddy', and gave him back scratches and belly rubs. Though it didn't understand what those sounds meant...those were undeniably better times compared to now.

Hidden beneath the earth, locked inside concrete and lead-lined rooms, fear and aggression were the only two emotions it saw humans ever express since it arrived.

The first person to visit the creature since it had been imprisoned was a coward. They kept staring at it with those wide eyes as if they were a prey looking out for ambush.

So, the creature treated them as such, tearing off their limbs to replace its decomposing ones.

The second one was just as weak-minded as the last. But despite their obvious fear, they dared to try and touch it, the creature's new addition to its shell.

Without a second thought, it crushed their skull before their hand could even touch it. However, it liked how blue their eyes were. It reminded the creature of a time when the human man used to bring it with him to go on walks together. When the skies weren't blocked by the smog...it was a beautiful blue.

So, the creature took their eyes and used it to replace his brown ones.

The third human never touched the creature. Instead, they were determined to focus all their attention on the funny looking holes in the ceiling that had clogged up from all the blood and gunk of his kills.

So far, the creature had only ever killed because they were too tempting not to. But this one...

Least to say, it didn't like being ignored.

That was when the creature realized what this feeling was, and instinctively, it knew just what to do.

The creature barked at the human the same way it used to at the man. He always gave the creature pets and treats when it did those, but...why was this human only running away from him?

Perhaps if it were to run over and lick them?

The creature considered it, but then, out of nowhere, the human pulled out something from their suit.

It was an odd shaped thing. Small, yet the human pointed it at the creature like it could somehow defend them from it. It wouldn't, of course. Not with something so pitifully weak and small. However, the creature recognized what that miniature weapon was.

And it brought a terrible memory to mind.

It remembered the liquid welling up in the man's eyes. The nonsensical sounds he spouted to himself like 'sorry', and, 'he's not your buddy anymore'. But most of all, it remembered the way his hands trembled as he held that...thing.

It remembered the loud bang after a press of his finger.

It remembered how deafeningly quiet everything sounded. Not even the sound of its shell collapsing onto the floor was heard.

It remembered looking down at the blood trailing down its chest and feeling...nothing. Absolutely nothing.

At the memory of that day, the feeling gnawing within its chest earlier vanished. Now, it was replaced by that sensation of that bullet wound. Hollowness.

So the creature degloved them and made their supple skin its new shell.

The humans after were a nuisance. All of them. So, it killed, slaughtered, butchered their carcasses. It made mangled messes out of all of them, leaving nothing but their arms, legs, kneecaps, intestines, eyes, or whichever body part caught its fancy.

Yet at the same time, it craved something. Something that wasn't physical to replace its perpetually decomposing shell. It knew what this craving was, yet the very thought of it sickened the creature.

It was an emotion, a desire, a need that it never had until it wore that canine as a shell. A fatal mistake, really, since now, it could only be suffering from an absurd affliction.

The thing that humans called 'loneliness'.

The creature knew what it was. Like how a cat knows it is a carnivore and how a bird knows it can fly, it knew loneliness shouldn't be something it could feel.

It was as if that part of the canine's shell latched onto its core and refused to leave. Like a parasite, the shell was altering its host's needs to fit its own.

How inconveniencing. To look for companionship from the very creatures it saw as spare parts for its body. Next, the creature would discover every herbivore in the world suddenly began eating meat.

Still, it looked for it. Whatever it was that could take away this affliction.

Everyday, he tested its visitors. If they failed...well, they either die or survive to see another day. It all ultimately depended on how much they irritated the creature. The likelihood of finding this cure was almost impossible. After all, not even the creature itself knew what it was looking for.

But on the day it met them, the moment it saw them smile and heard them speak in such a gentle tone...it knew it finally found it.

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The human had one knee on the floor.

"Hey there...boy?"

Again, it didn't know what the human was saying, but judging by the way they were looking at it, they must be talking to it.

To say the least, hey were...unusual.

Everyone else before them had flinched, winced, or scrunched their nose upon seeing the creature's appearance. This one...this one looked at them as if they saw no wrong.

Or perhaps they were only trying their hardest not to look like it.

Still, the creature had to give them credit for it. Besides, this one hadn't done anything to hurt it...yet. The human even tried communicating.

So, the creature wagged its tail, exactly the same way it used to when it wanted to make the man smile. And without warning, it ran over to them.

It felt curious. Would the human run? Scream? Freeze completely? If they were to take them by surprise, perhaps they would finally drop the façade of bravery and act like the weak prey that they were.

Maybe they would even pull out that thing.

Except...none of those happened.

Much to its confusion, the human raised their arms, not to defend themselves but to embrace the creature?

So, the creature licked them—because it didn't really know what else it should do in that situation. Licking had always worked on humans before, so why shouldn't it now?

And as it hoped, the human began petting them.

The same way that man used to.

This was nothing like what they expected at the beginning, but...it wasn't unwelcome either.

Under their touch, it felt its many blue eyes flutter shut, feeling soothed by their presence. It wasn't that they could feel the graze of their fingers, nor their warmth. The shell had already lost all senses and functions the moment the creature killed its host.

It just felt...comforting.

Comforting, because it now knew that there was someone else other than the man to do things like this.

Comforting, because even though they knew it was merely an imposter, they treated it as if it were still a real creature. Like it was there.

When was the last time the creature felt like that?

It had been too long.

Far.

Too.

Long.

~~~~~~ End of Part Two ~~~~~~

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Me, seeing the notes of Part One, while still haven't yet started the first draft on Part Two:

Haha, anyway, thank you for having read this far. I hope you are still staying in tune for the next and possibly last part of I am Here.

𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗫 !

˖˚˳⊹ jealous sex feat. kazuha : xiao : ayato : childe : kaeya : diluc : zhongli : albedo x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : jealousy : possessive behavior (not detailed)

kazuha, who felt terrible right now, having those thoughts cross his mind and haunting him weren't any helpers, at all. He'd force himself to smile once meeting your eyes, slowly advancing towards you to embrace you in a tight hug, fingertips digging themselves into the soft flesh of your thighs. His lips needy and full of hunger on top of yours as he slowly traces them with his tongue, his digits tracking down your stomach until they hit the spot right above your heat, skilled fingers hooking around your pants and pushing himself down with one swift motion, your cunt welcoming him in an almost desperate way. His straightforwardness was a great distraction from the first finger he probed right at your hole, collecting your slick before inserting it with a low groan coming out of his throat. Kazuha knew he shouldn't be jealous right now - yet he couldn't help himself - needs to show you how crazy you‘re making him feel.

xiao, who was boiling at the thought of losing you to someone else. - It could happen anytime - the little voices in his head bickering around, though luckily, that's when your soft arms wrapped around his body, pulling him from the darkness that seemed to consume him. He'd search for your lips hungrily, surrendering to the passion you always managed to arouse in him. "You won't leave, right?" he's whimpering, a small whisper against your ear once he pushed his throbbing cock inside of your welcoming hole. "don't leave me. okay." and he's so sensitive right now, hiding his face and stifling his whiny cries while pushing his painfully hard cock in and out of you. It was beyond him now, warm tears running over his cheeks uncontrollably. You, who's slowly wrapping your arms around his body, making sure he understands that you'll never ever leave him behind. <3

ayato, who's never jealous, - in his eyes at least - , he's only worried for you to get in danger :( ! so it's only fair for him to show you that he's the only one who can bury his cock deep inside your throat. All kinds of fluids, yours and his combined, dribbling down the corners of your mouth to your chin and staining his dress pants and boxers in a downright pornographic way. You were choking and gulping around him messily, your skilled tongue lapping at the underside of his cock and grazing through the pulsating veins, flattering to caress the abused skin as you hollowed your cheeks. "Fuck." a low groan from deep inside his chest, his hands finding refuge in your hair as he rutted himself against your warm mouth, meeting your pace halfway. "I'm the only one who can ruin you like this, answer me." he's joking right, how could you possible answer him with his dick deep inside your throat. All you did though was look up at him through under your lashes, your eyes saying more than you ever could and that's when he saw the answer he was seeking from you.

childe, who'd rather die than admit he's jealous of a random person hitting on you. Is he getting clingy? surely, but that's only normal for him, right? He's desperately trying to hide his jealousy in front of you, but fails miserably once he has you spread out for him on the bed. "fuck." he's sighing between gritted teeth, his heavy cock finding refuge in your sobbing cunt, - finally - , he thought to himself. The raw feeling of his girth stretching you out and almost snapping you in half made it harder for you to stifle your moans, he was just way too big for you :( pulsating veins gazing through your walls, but ajax took his time tonight, much to your surprise. "why-." he's wincing, biting down on his lower lip and moving closer to your face, "who was that today?" His hips stilled for a moment just as he buried himself balls deep back into your warm embrace.

kaeya, who'd find it amusing, if anything. He knows he has nothing to fear, but what's that aching feeling in his chest? must be getting a cold, he figured. Couldn't shake it off though, he was beyond confused and the way he caged you against the bed once the both of you finally got home, only helped a bit. Another one of your cries falling deaf to his ears while his skilled fingers circled and pinched your glistering clit, synching the movements of your hips, leaving you breathless and shaking under the weight of his body. "Are you close? Tell me how it feels, come on." he's so needy right now, his body heat connecting with your own as he whispered more sinful things into your ear. The pace of his fingers never faltered, warm tears running down your cheeks at the intensity of your approaching orgasm that would reach you any moment now. "Please tell me how it feels." he's almost desperate at this point, once you realized that something was bothering him, —unable to place on what it was — you quickly proceeded to tell him just how much you loved him, over and over again. <3

diluc, who'd be embarrassingly obvious in front of you. His cheeks would fade a dark shade of red once you're actually confronting him about it. You're so close right now, breath fanning against his lips while slowly sliding your fingertips down the big dent that formed in his pants. "So, you weren't." stopping mid sentence, to slip your hand past his waistband and feel his growing erection throb against your palm, "jealous?" you finished your question off with a wink, roughly tracing his lips with your tongue which had him whining against you. His eyes blown as wide as saucers as he watched you stroke him lazily, his cock head poking out from his pants and archons, did it look angry, almost ready to cum on the spot. The view was way too lewd for him, groaning from the feeling of your warm hand circling and fisting his dick so fucking perfectly. "maybe." he was saying it through clenched teeth while holding onto your shirt for stability, "maybe a bit."

zhongli, who doesn't see the point of being jealous, but sometimes even he can get quite possessive towards you. He's trying desperately to hide those particular feelings, but he can't help it but be worried about you sometimes. That's only normal, right? "Come to me, darling." he'd motion you towards him, guiding and hoisting your body up so that your legs were on each side of his thighs. It wasn't long until you felt something hard brush against your legs, looking up at the man who had his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. His facial expression almost made you cum untouched, half lidded eyes and hooked, slowly opening them and looking through his lashes. "I'm not fond of seeing you with them." he’s embarrassed, hiding his blushed out face in the nook of your neck, lips locking against your soft skin. You’re shuddering at the tenderness of his wet and sloppy kisses. He began to guide you carefully against his pulsating, throbbing length that he couldn't wait to plunge balls deep inside of you later, "you belong to me." you surely were making him loose all the cool he possessed today. <3

albedo knew what jealousy was, though he wasn't feeling it very often, it did show itself around his head from time to time. Whenever he does feel like he's getting quite possessive towards you, he'll always make sure to at first: tell himself that he has no reason to feel this way - and sometimes - only that would help to get it released from the tight grip of his thoughts. But once his heart started pumping ten times faster than normally at the mere sight of you, that's when it hit him again, all those sorrows and hurtful feelings came rushing back to him. They wouldn't leave him for the whole night, even if he tried. "Hmm." He'd just hum his replies, which you knew meant his mind was somewhere else completely. The harshness of his thrusts and his grip increasing without him realizing, burying himself deep inside your wet warmth, a broken moan escaping from his chest once he felt you clench. Luckily though, your skilled fingers would trace up his chest, finding refuge on his cheeks and pulling him close for a kiss, a whispery 'I love you' dancing from your mouth to his ears, calming him down in a heart beat. <3

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