*clenches Fist* Finally……..

"Diluc, just let her(their daughter) have some fun for a while. She's been cooped up for long and just... Just let her have this, please"

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, mentions of emotional abuse

He regards you with a pensive look. He looks tired and overburdened. He sighs at your words, turning his head back to look at your daughter, curled up on the small child-sized chair pushed up against the window. The book in her lap is open, forgotten, and she stares out the window with a sad longing that makes your heart hurt.

You know that look.  You know that longing.

Yet at least this overly protective side of Diluc’s fatherhood was something new. Something temporary, you hoped, because you couldn’t imagine your daughter flourishing under Diluc’s tighter reins. 

He had been surprisingly open to letting her enjoy a carefree childhood, and though there was something sick and bitter that grew in your heart when you realized your daughter had more freedom than you ever would, you stamped it down again and again over the years. Let her enjoy that freedom. Let her live the life you couldn’t.

And she did.

Until a few weeks ago.

Your daughter had come running into your arms one morning, eyes filled with tears, voice pitched in some helpless warble that sounded so unlike her. It was more than alarming. Papa, she said, had told her that she wouldn’t be allowed to go into town today after all. She wouldn’t be allowed to go anywhere. Not even to the local school where she’d been attending expensive, exclusive classes. The next day was the same. And the next, and the next.

Oh, he got her new books, and you and the maids and even Diluc himself took turns tutoring her. And she had more toys than she knew what to do with, and she wasn’t discouraged from talking to the maids and cooks, who started eyeing her with more and more pitiful glances as the days, now weeks, went on.

“It’s for her own safety,” is all he said, when you questioned him. “It’s for her protection.”

You’d heard those lines before, but never aimed at your daughter, whose boundless energy kept her outdoors wandering the vineyards; kept her flitting into town with her father, with maids on errands; kept her visiting friends and schoolmates; attending parties, birthdays and childhood afternoon teas filled with pastel pastries.

But the endless days indoors and lack of friends were beginning to change her now. She wasn’t just bored or frustrated. She was losing something, some critical part of herself that had sparked the first time she’d been taken outdoors and was kept lit all these years.

You’d lost that part of yourself. And now he was taking it away from her.

“Diluc,” you repeat, persistent. “You see how this is affecting her. I know you do.” His tired eyes flit from her to you, and you know he sees what you see. It’s like she’s becoming grey.

You turn and gently tug on his arm, and he follows you away from the doorway of her playroom. When you’re safely out of earshot, you turn to him again.

“Why are you doing this?”

“It’s for--” he begins, and you press your hand to his lips, taking a step closer and bringing yourself against his body. The intimacy of the gesture is lost on neither of you. You can’t afford to feel standoffish today, not on important matters like these.

“Yes, I know.  You’ve told me. But why? What has changed from before?”

There’s something in his eyes that darkens. A knowledge he doesn’t want to share with you.

“Diluc,” you say, pressing your hand into his. He accepts it and you squeeze.

He regards you for some time. You don’t say anything, because you know he’s deciding on something. His voice is low and grave when he speaks.

“Children have been going missing. No one knows why or who…” His next pause leaves much unsaid. “But I can’t risk our daughter’s safety. She could be a target.”

You close your eyes and nod. It’s not… wholly unreasonable. But the current situation is not sustainable, and you very much doubt that all the parents in the region are keeping their children like prisoners in their own homes. Manors or not.

“This is killing her,” you whisper, with the confidence that comes from previous experience of what such isolation does to a person. “You’ll kill a part of her that she’ll never get back if you don’t do something.”

When you open your eyes and look at him again, you feel your eyes brimming with tears. You didn’t expect to see his own just as shimmery.

“I know.” He presses you close to him, holding you too tightly for a moment before lessening his grip.

“I’ll…” He pulls back, and toys with the collar of your shirt. “I’ll take her with me into town today. Perhaps we can stop by one of her friend’s homes, for a little visit.”

It’s not much. But it will be enough to keep your daughter’s spark from being totally snuffed out. For now, at least.

“Thank you,” you answer, and you mean it.

i'm not sure if you've ever watched beauty and the beast, but there's a scene where he saves belle from wolves and I had this thought about little dove seeing capitano at his most furious to protect her and she's not sure whether to be grateful or afraid of him. it's not like he's ever hurt her...but he could, right?

I already did something similar here! So I guess this is a little continuation? <3

"Will you pray for me?"

In the darkest hours of the night, a bolt of lightning startles you out of your nightmare. The storm besieging the castle fell with such a fierce force that your little sigh was drowned out by the noise of the raindrops incessantly hitting the window.

Another lightning flash, stronger than the previous one, draws a huge, imposing silhouette in front of you. A giant in the dark standing guard. His greatsword, now clean and pristine as if it had never tasted blood, dug lightly into the carpet, its handle serving as a rest for the gloved hand that had wielded it so expertly.

He sat with his back to you, facing the window as if daring all the creatures of the dark to come out of hiding.

It is then that you realize that you are not in your room. You were in his. A much more austere room than yours, and smaller too, he had gifted you the most spacious, beautiful room in the castle. Sunlight always entered your room, but never this one. It was therefore much colder.

You here in his bed, no longer enveloped by his coat.

"Close your eyes my dove, or you'll have nightmares forever," he had said as he covered you and leaned you against his chest. The smell of blood had been so prominent that you still felt nauseated at the memory of it. You can't help but tear up.

"You will stay in this room from now on, tomorrow I will instruct all your things to be moved here," he says, apparently aware that you had woken up.

Gods... please have mercy. The thought of sleeping there every night fills you with dread. The night was usually the time you felt most at peace, he never entered your room without asking you first. What if you were always there and he tried to ...?

You raise your arm and move your hand towards him, not too slowly and not too quickly. You must not let him see how nervous you are. He should always think about how much you loved him, that he could continue giving you liberties, that you were his and did not fear him. You just had to give him enough to keep him happy, and he would leave you alone.

"I was scared to death until you came to save me, your grace. I should have thanked you earlier, I... I should have kissed you."

As your hand touches his arm, he tenses.

"Kiss me, you say? Like little maidens do to their knights?" he laughs, had he realized you were lying?... "Careful, Little Dove. I might take you on that offer, and once I do... I could turn to greed."

Jealous Venti stuff cause I'm on that rn

Warnings: general sagau, possessiveness I suppose, mild codependency

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Obviously you can only split your attention so many directions, it was inevitable something would eventually slip through.

Venti was just so sure it would never be him, and yet...

Five minutes was nothing, not in the face of the eternity he'd been waiting before you descended.

He mental cringed at how much like Ei that sounded.

Five minutes turned to ten, which soon rolled over into twenty. But he was nothing if not dutiful, or perhaps that was just another way of saying obsessive.

Dutiful, obsessive, completely and utterly infatuated, what did the wording matter, the end result was the same. The end result was him willing to stand outside your chamber door all night, if only to confirm you had really slept somewhere else, potentially even with someone else.

It made him nauseous. Worse than nauseous. It made him feel as if a black hole was consuming him from the inside, tearing his body apart at an atomic level.

That was a normal thing to feel, right? A deep set hatred, one he never even thought himself capable of, when your attention was anywhere but him.

Not at you, god never at you. The day he started feeling anything less than complete bliss at simply the thought of you was the day he'd die, by his own hands if it came to that.

No it wasn't you, it was everything else, every single thing in the entire never ending universe that wasn't you or him simply didn't matter. It didn't deserve the emotional energy that would be wasted, that would be better spent on you.

It was around the two hour mark now, 7,243 second to be more precise.

Venti's legs were starting to hurt, his unwillingness to move even the slightest centimeter until he finally layed eyes on you was catching up to him.

You should have been back by now...

He played with the idea of going to look for you himself multiple times throughout the past two hours, but the thought of being gone when you did finally return, the thought of you closing your chamber door in order to rest, effectively barring him from seeing you until morning—

His waiting did finally pay off, the sight of you entering his peripheral, his ability to breathe halting momentarily.

It took only a mere two seconds before you were no longer on your feet, knocked to the ground with the force of a thousand winds, or at least the one who controlled them.

"Venti??"

"Where were you?"

It was said with such unfiltered sadness from where he lay on top of you, his hands snaking around your waist so your position was something closer to a hug.

"I— I was with Kaeya—" You stuttered, thrown slightly off guard.

Venti's grip noticeably tightened.

You regained your composure and elaborated, "After the meeting, which went on for longer than expected, he wanted to update me on a Treasure Hoarder situation that was being monitored."

You weren't particularly surprised by Venti's sudden display of affection, but the fact he didn't even wait until you were inside your bedroom was a bit suspicious.

"You shouldn't be bothered with that," he was quick to retort, a mild venom lacing his words, "It's his job, is Kaeya so incompetent that he has to rope you into such trivial matters?"

'He was just doing it so he could spend more time with you.'

That part went unspoken, its implication hanging in the air.

You were starting to see a bit more of the picture, maneuvering yourself to a sitting up position with a sigh and allowing him to wordlessly crawl into your lap, burying his face against you as you stroked his hair.

"I promise you it was something that required my attention, but I'm sorry for making you wait nonetheless."

Venti let out a hum, seemingly satisfied with your answer, or maybe it was just the fact he couldn't be anything but wholly happy in this position if he tried.

The repetitive movement of finger gliding through his hair halted for a moment, it was only a moment but fear immediately coursed through him at the thought of you pulling away.

"Maybe we could move out of the middle of the hallway now?"

Oh. Right. You were both still on the floor. Although, in your embrace, he could have been in the depths of the abyss itself and wouldn't have bothered to notice.

You got a small, almost completely unnoticeable nod in return, choosing to cautiously return to a standing position as Venti's hold barely loosened.

It would be practically impossible to walk even five feet like this, so you opted on deploying strategy A, created for this exact situation after the fifth time it happened.

You moved your hand to brush over his face, catching his attention as he pulled back just enough to allow you to position it under his chin, as you then pushed his head up to his eyes met yours.

An unknown question died in his throat as your lips quickly captured his own, it only took half a second before he melted into it, succumbing to all the glory that was you.

You waited a second longer before pulling away, ensuring that he would be too out of it to try and stop you.

Just as you expected, he was practically putty, allowing you to simply drag him along as he slowly came down from that high. The next thing he consciously registered was he was somehow in your room, laying at the foot of your bed as you exited bathroom with a pair of pajamas on.

"Your grace please..." Venti whined, the realization that you took advantage of his blissed out state, albeit not in the way he would have liked, dawning. "That's not fair..."

"Well I'm sorry that the bed is more comfortable than the hallway floor."

Once you finally situated yourself in a comfortable position Venti went back to draping himself on top of you, resting his head between your shoulder and neck, soaking up all warmth you provided.

It only took a minute for him to remember why you were late again, unpleasant feelings once again festering.

"You know," Venti started, his breath against your neck causing you to shiver, "If Treasure Hoarders are the reason, maybe I should just take care of them tomorrow, since Kaeya can't seem to."

The last part of that was mumbled, but audible nonetheless. You let out a hum in response.

"I don't think that's necessary."

Well that hurt.

Did you not think he was capable? Had he not proven himself time and time again to be incredibly capable of taking care of some of the less than pleasant problems you faced? Did you think Kaeya was more capable than him???

"Your grace, I'm not quite sure you understand my intentions."

Venti was quick to grab your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it with a wink. "I would make the world bleed for you. I want you to rely on me."

You almost felt the need to laugh, someone offering to be your rock to lean on? To be your solid ground amidst a sea of uncertainty? A part of you found it amusing, and a part of you found it sad.

Venti seemed to read your blatant apprehension.

"No one else matters," he continued, "No one ever will. I could make everything about you."

He moved his head to face you, so you could see how genuine his eyes were.

"You wouldn't have to worry about anything, ever." He inched closer with every word, "Not the Treasure Hoarders, not Kaeya or the knights or Mondstadt. I'd take care of it all." Venti finished, his lips barely a hairs breath away from yours, wanting that small gap to close but never taking.

You want it, him, the promise he gives but could never keep. That was just the problem wasn't it, your wants didn't matter, you had a role to fill.

You pulled away, the rift between you growing, Venti let out a pained sigh.

"Do you really hate me that much?"

He sounded genuinely heartbroken, as if he would much prefer you to have physically hurt him than even insinuate you didn't want to touch him.

"You know I don't." You replied in an exhausted tone, "If the circumstances were different, if I wasn't me, there would be nothing that could stop me from taking you up on that. But I can't abandon them, and it's not fair to ask you to pick up the slack."

Venti's face darkened, of course they were the problem, they would always be the problem.

"So selfless..." There was a bitter tone to his voice, a bite that challenged anyone who wanted to even try and stop him from taking you all to himself, "They don't deserve it."

You winced slightly at his tone, a movement he felt. He offered an apology in the form of soft kisses pressed against your collarbone, lazy movements as his hair tickled your neck.

You bit back a giggle, feeling his actions leading him up your neck, then to your jaw, eventually peppeing your face while intentionally avoiding your lips.

"Venti! Venti Venti it tickles!" You squeaked out laughing, unable to stop at how you felt him smile against you.

He pressed a final kiss to you forehead, drawing that one out before pulling back, his expression once again going somber.

"I'm being honest you know, just say the word, I'll take care of everything you could ever want, I'd do it all for you in a heartbeat. You'd never have to rely on anyone else, no more incompetent untrustworthy people that don't even deserve to look at you. I could deal with anyone who tries to come between that. I'm an Archon, your Archon, use me like one."

It was enticing, but then again when was he not. The visual image of living something of a normal life, Venti being there to ensure it. No longer being the foundation which the entire world happily rested on, instead using him as your foundation.

It was a nice thought, but that's how it would remain.

"Come on, let's sleep, I'm tired."

That statement was more truthful than anyone could ever imagine, you were tired, physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, all four at once.

A tiny part of you hoped, as much as you didn't feel you deserved it, that when you did finally crack, when the foundation you had forged yourself into finally reached its weight capacity, it would be his arms that you would fall into.

Theres no doubt in my mind Capitano is well-known man throughout Teyvat, and should his name not be as recognizable as his comrades, he should be known enough to have built up a sizeable list of enemies. So this rises the question, how would he feel if his darling was stolen away from him?

I can imagine it now, It was a plan so meticulously crafted down to the very last dot. His enemies have no limits in taking this behemoth down, perhaps they'd studied the dove long enough to know they like to sit in their shared garden, seemingly less supervised. Or maybe they watched long enough to know that they're weakened by the sounds of wounded animals and just has to answer the calls of an injured bird or fox. No matter the situation, by some miracle, they've been stolen away.

And it makes me wonder, which of darling's captors will live longest to see their brethren ripped to absolute shreds?

WARNING: Under the cut is a graphic depiction of violence, murder, and body horror (not against the reader)

He is used to what true fear looks like.

He grabbed one man's head and squeezed. It deformed easily as if it were nothing but a boiled apple. Of all the terrible screams that ever fell on mortal ears, none could surpass that man's animalistic cry. As soon as he releases his grip, the corpse falls to the ground, its warm blood gushing from his eyes and ears.

The rest of them tried to run away and were seen squeezing and crushing each other in their eagerness to flee, running frantically with faces horribly contorted by the fear that devoured them. Not one would manage to escape him. Capitano loomed over them, his great sword a giant in the dark that drew red patterns against the far moon as he swung.

"Y-you... you tried to warn us."

The man appointed to be your guard had curled up against the door when he heard the screams and the horrid sounds of blood and guts spilling everywhere. But the dreadful silence that followed is what droves him half-mad by terror.

He crawls towards you, unable to stand due to the tremors on his legs.

"Please... please stop him, t-tell him... tell him I never harmed you."

You look at him with pity, tears running down your face, and barely manage to whisper: "He won't listen to me."

Slow, heavy steps are heard outside.

The man nods shakenly, the impossibility of his request heaving down on his shoulders, and, coming to terms with his fate, takes your hands to his temple.

"... Will you pray for me?"

KINKTOBER DAY SIXTEEN

CUNNILINGUS + PUSSY SPANKING

who: genshin impact: kaedehara kazuha/f!reader

kinks: cunnilingus, pussy slapping/spanking, mean!kazuha agenda, orgasm denial, tongue fucking, wet&messy, mild dacryphilia

info: 682 words

summary: kazuha can be surprisingly mean when he wants to.

+ THIS BLOG CONTAINS DARK CONTENT.

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Finding yourself laid out in bed with your boyfriend perched between your spread legs was nothing unusual. Kazuha was obsessed with eating you out, he told you all the time how it was always on his mind. He always craved to come home and drown in your perfect little pussy, he said.

Sometimes, however, he could be especially mean. When he was gone for a long time, pent up frustration from being away from you for so long manifested in the urge to absolutely ruin you.

Which is how you find yourself with your knees pinned against your chest, dripping little cunt vulnerable and on display as he slides his tongue between your folds. It rolls over your clit, trapping the little bud in his mouth. Your entire body twitches, heels kicking into his back where your feet are slung over his shoulders.

He glares at you through his bangs, hair messed up from where you’d been grabbing at it. When he pulls away for a breath, you whine at the sight of your slick connecting his face to you in sticky strands that break as he gets farther away.

“You’re so messy,” he snaps, puckering his lips before spitting loudly on your exposed cunt. You whine at the feeling before he brings his hand down to meanly slap your pussy. The sound is loud and wet, your slick and his spit making it sting even more.

“K-Kazu,” you whine, tearily gazing down at him.

He grins, “You’re so pretty when you cry…”

He slaps your cunt again, making your back twitch up at the feeling before he leans back down to capture your clit in his mouth. You squeal at the soothing pleasure after the burst of pain, his experienced tongue circling and flicking the bud as you sigh and moan at the feeling.

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Tighnari -> breeding

content: nsfw, breeding kink, praise, mentions of pregnancy and creampies, Tighnari has a knot | reblogs & comments appreciated!

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Tighnari was a gentle lover. 

He was attentive and kind, always aware of what exactly you needed when you needed it; the pace with which he fucked you with was usually slow and deep. Sensual. 

He liked to press his lips just below your jaw whenever he pushed into you, pressing loving kisses to your skin until he had bottomed out, and he made sure to make you cum at least once before he took you properly. 

He had each of your preferences memorised perfectly; he knew whether you preferred him to lick or suck at your clit, whether you enjoyed having your nipples played with or not, and he never failed to make you absolutely lose your mind in pleasure, all your muscles turning to jelly. 

Tighnari was a gentle lover, until he suddenly wasn't. 

Unaware, dare you say naïve, as you were, you hadn't known about ruts, though they appeared to be quite a big deal if the way Tighnari was currently pounding into you was anything to go by. 

His narrow hips slapped against your own, his nails were digging into the soft skin of your waist and you cried out sharply at a particularly hard thrust. 

Your back arched off the bed, your eyes fluttered closed, and, God, you were almost sure that the head of Tighnari's dick was hitting against your cervix with how deep he was, with how full you felt. 

“So good for me, aren't you?” His voice was raspy, lower than usual, and it sent a shiver up your spine. “God, you feel fucking perfect around me, so hot and tight. You're such a good girl.” 

The praise earned him a needy moan from you, the noise high-pitched, and you couldn't help but clench around him. The sudden tightness caused both of you to groan. 

“You're so pretty like this.” Tighnari's breath was warm against your neck; suddenly, he reached down to feather his thumb over your clit, and you whined, the noise breathy. “Gorgeous, really. And you'll be even more stunning after I've filled you up.”

Without even meaning to, you tightened around him, wet walls pulsing as heat rose to your cheeks because of words. This really wasn't something you had ever imagined but, suddenly, you found yourself unable to think of anything but him filling you, getting you pregnant. 

Tighnari's chuckle had a mocking tone to it. “Oh? Seems you liked that, didn't you? Is that what you want, love?” A grunt as he pushed into you again. “For me to fill you up until you're dripping with my cum? For me to breed you?” 

You whined in response, the noise utterly needy. Sweat dripped down your neck, arousal coiled heavily in your abdomen, and everything felt so damn hot — your clit was throbbing, your lips open as more high-pitched sounds fell from them. “Please—” 

“So you do?” Tighnari huffed out a laugh, though his grip on your hips tightened. His next thrust had you all but keening; your sight blurred when, suddenly, your orgasm crashed over you without a warning. The constant stimulation of your clit was overwhelming. “That's cute, darling. I'll just do that then.” 

Pain and pleasure mashed together into one confusing emotion as Tighnari kept fucking you through your orgasm, his pace unrelenting; you whimpered pathetically as your wet walls pulsed around his cock, all but sucking him in despite the dull ache in your abdomen.

“Please”, you eventually choked out, though forming coherent words seemed like a herculean task right now, “Please, Tighnari, fuck—, want you to knock me up, please.” 

You moaned as your words made his dick twitch inside of you, and your thighs trembled when liquid warmth filled you up moments later, his dick growing in width and, oh—, the sensation of your cunt being stretched even wider was overwhelming, indescribable, and tears welled up in your eyes before you knew it.

“Ah. I forgot to tell you about the knot, didn't I?” Tighnari's smirk was cheeky, his ears twitching. You merely whimpered in response. “Just be glad for the brief break you're getting. Once it goes down, I'll take you again and again.” 

Your cheeks seemed to grow impossibly more hot as he leaned down, green eyes sparkling with mirth. “After all, we want to make sure it really takes, right? We'll have to go for quite some more rounds if you really want to end up pregnant. But don't you worry, love. I'll breed you properly.” 

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#ORGASM FEARS !

;feat. xiao, ayato, thoma, + gorou / afab!reader

;contents. insecurities, wet&messy, good bf content, hurt/comfort if u squint <3, specific warnings on individual parts

｡˚ a/n. contrived from this abomination and also for @vyndior <3

✣ all characters presumed to be 18+

୨୧ minors do not interact. reblogs/comments appreciated!

requests are open!

୭ XIAO

cw: punishment, prone bone position hehe, wet&messy, squirting, mean!xiao

xiao is finicky + everyone knows that + sometimes it feels like you’re one step away from setting him off + but he also doesn’t really know much about humans + so you always are careful with him, not wanting to anger him or confuse him + you’re especially unsure how he’ll react if you squirted ): + will he think u peed on him??? u don’t think u could handle that embarrassment + what if he hates the mess???? you’d feel so bad !!!! + so you resolve yourself to faking it + and thankfully he’s none the wiser + for a while at least….

“Why did you lie to me?” he asks, hand roughly tangled in your hair, using the grip to press your face against the mattress, “did you think I wouldn’t notice? Did you think I was an idiot?”

“N-No!” you squeal, voice breaking when he meanly snaps his hips forward, thick head of his cock prodding against the gummy spot near your cervix, “I-It’s not that, Xiao!”

“Then what is it? Hm?” he hisses, “Let me hear your excuses.”

“Xiao!” you sob, legs kicking up from underneath him, where you sits to pin you down against the bed, “W-Wait! I-“

“I’m waiting,” he snaps, dragging his hips back before rolling them forward, once again sheathing his length deep within your gushing cunt, “Tell me.”

“I-I’ll make a mess!” your voice is embarrassingly pitchy the closer you get to your high.

“And?” he grunts, hips never even hesitating, “You always make a fucking mess, human. You are right now.”

You feel your cheeks burn hot in embarrassment at his words. But you know he’s not lying. You can hear the slick sounds of your own cunt being fucked and can feel the way you’re dripping all over yourself and him.

You do your best to lift your hips, grinding back against his thrusts. Your eyes roll back in your head and you cry out his name as the pleasure grows and grows.

“I-I’m close!” you squeal, mindlessly reaching back to press against his hips as if that’ll stop his mind-numbing movements, “Xiao! Please!”

“Move your hand,” he snaps, grabbing your wrist in his hand only to use it for leverage to fuck you even harder, “Take it and show me how you make a mess.”

His words ignite something in you and before you know it, you’re cumming all over him. He doesn’t stop or pause, instead he speeds up his pace. You’re squealing and crying out as your high peaks.

You wail, drool slipping down your chin, helpless to do anything as he fucks you through your orgasm. It crests and intensifies until you’re gushing all over him. You hear him curse before his own body slumps over yours, trembling and wrapping himself around you from his own orgasm.

“Don’t lie to me again, human,” he whispers, slowly rutting his hips again, “I will find out.”

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cw: clit play, “lord”!ayato, shy!reader

you’ve always cum so hard + even the simplest of touches on your clit are enough to send you into body-shaking, twitching orgasms + and it’s almost embarrassing + you worry about how your body reacts, the sounds you make, the faces you make + and you worry about what ayato will think + maybe he’ll think you’re faking it or he’ll just think it’s ridiculous that u get so dumb over nothing ): + so you’re always tense and anxious + but ayato is more than determined to get you to relax with him <3

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covetous (m)

summary: Romantic date with your husband during the Naganohara Fireworks Festival seem to end horribly when he caught a man trying to take advantage of your naïvety. [1.7k words]

content warnings: rough sex + cunnilingus + pussy smacking + mild dubcon (just to be safe) + spoiler for scaramouche’s real name+ we called him my lord + established relationships (married to him) + yandere themes + violence + possessiveness + breeding + doggy style. (dark content}

pairing: scaramouche/kunikuzushi x f! reader

keyword¹: shoji — (in japan) a sliding outer or inner door made of a latticed screen covered in white paper.

author note: for the sake of the plot, i used his real name on this hihi! This means he’s not a fatui butttt it does imply that he’s had a lot of power in Inazuma wink wonk!!!!!! not to confident of this because it was a little rushed? im so sorry about that 😭

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In your defence, it wasn’t technically your fault that it had happened. The brand new kimono Kunikuzushi had personally asked Miss Oguro Mio tailored for you was too beautiful to not wear for your outing. It wasn’t often you managed to follow your husband around the city during the Naganohara Fireworks Festival. He preferred to keep you inside of his estate, safe and sound with no threats looming over dark hallways or set amid the crowd. But tonight, he gives in with enough persuasion, rolling his eyes when you had dramatically clung on his legs with teary eyes and pouty lips begging for him to take you.

“It’s going to be romantic, my lord! I can’t see the fireworks from here too, so please, let me go with you!”

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⸸ Yandere Lobotomy Corp — Plague Doctor Headcanons ⸸

(Disclaimer: A yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I make as many Abnormalities humanoid as possible. OOC and fanon are to be expected)

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A kind smile, a sultry voice, and a form that humans could love and worship.

That was everything the Plague Doctor was meant to be.

So, when he first came to the facility, it came as no surprise to see all these humans flocking around him like flies drawn to an irresistible slab of meat.

It was all going according to plan. He would never have bothered to conceal himself it didn't get him the followers he needed.

All except you. You, who refused to acknowledge him as anything more than 'Abnormality.'

It was honestly insulting to be called that, as if he were the wayward soul in this place. It was not him that was the problem. It was all these miniscule creatures believing that they are the top of the world.

It's called, 'pride'...and it is a sin you are very guilty of, dear.

Before you are worthy of seeing his true form and the paradise he can give, you must learn about humiliation first.

Your refusal to trust and open up to him is more or less...thrilling. It wasn't often that he encountered a human rejecting him directly. Even the most pious and virtuous of men fall into his clutches eventually. It would be delicious to see your free will eventually break for him, and he wanted to be there to savor it.

But alas, you just. Wouldn't. Crack.

If he so much as take a step closer to you, never mind try to touch you, you immediately try to flee from him.

Why? Whywhywhywhy--W H Y?

He keeps that calm, gentle, ever-serene façade, but deep down, he was dying to pin you down and force you to worship him.

WHY WON'T YOU WORSHIP HIM?

After the third blessing, he did everything to be of service to you. Befriending you. Even offering you to find solace in his containment unit when you seemed to be on the verge of breaking. You remained distant.

After his fifth blessing, he offered to heal all your scars and injuries, but you refused, stating that you could just heal immediately in the Main Room of your department.

After his eight blessing, he told many of his believers to persuade you into trusting him. They had told you how good he was to them, how much he cared for all of the Agents...and how much he worried about you, especially.

After his tenth blessing, he feigned heartache and sadness, for a certain 'infidel' refused to accept his 'help'. Not long after, you suddenly began to find threatening letters in your bunker, your locker, in your favorite spots...No matter where you went, you didn't feel safe, even around other humans. His cult was always watching you.

After his eleventh blessing, his benevolent mask began to crumble. You can hear in his voice exhaustion, weariness, irritation. Naturally, he kept his amiable manner of speech, but occasionally, you swore you saw his closed eyes flutter open...and you saw red.

If you still didn't choose to accept him after the twelfth blessing, well...don't say he didn't try to spare you.

"I only wish to serve you, to heal you of your wounds and heartache. I want to save you...so why doth thee refuse me?"

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I must confess...I would quite certainly die if I were an agent working for L-Corp.

As you can see, I have absolutely no reservation kissing mysterious guys dressed entirely in black, looking like fallen angels from the Bubonic Plague.

Oh, and here is a sneak-peek of what's to come next:

Things are only about to get spicier, dear Anon. Don't fret that I have forgotten thee~

- Eldritch

𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑, 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃.

pairing. venti, afab reader

warnings & contents. breeding. overstim. obsession. delusional venti. squirting. not proofread (wrote this at 2 am)

synopsis. just some headcanons of sagau yandere jealous venti who’s completely in love with you :)

notes. i have been obsessed with sagau lately and only see v few works :(( here i am satiating my need to read more sagau (when there’s none to read anymore) through writing one myself

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