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narcissarina · 2 months

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Darkened Desires

Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun || Chapter 2: The moon || Chapter 3: The moon || Chapter 4: The sun || Chapter 5: The sun || Chapter 6: The moon

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 2,267

Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.

Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue grow darker as chapters goes by.

Your mental health matters.

□ This chapter contains smut, unprotected sex. What you read is entirely your fault.

CHAPTER 7:

THE MOON

Got patched up and doctor gave me their advice and we went home—well, her home, not mine. I look at her as she got out, I got out too. She turned and looked at me funny, “why are you following me?”

“Oh? You’d nurse me back to get well, no?” I snicker and tilt my head as I took the lead and walk toward her house, “I didn’t agree.” She said, “and I didn’t asked nor requested it.” I added.

She let out a soft hmp, then proceed to walk beside me as we reach the door. Running her hand to her purse, got the key and turn the knob of the front door—revealing what’s inside,

“you didn’t give me a choice.”

“I didn’t even put out an option for you to choose from, so..” I sarcastically answered as she entered her haven annoyed, “don’t be rude to a guest, give me a tour.” I pretend to sulk, pointing to my patched wound that keeping me company would heal it faster.

She rolled her eyes, I smiled and shake my head. She’ll be rolling her eyes in a different way, in bed, under the sheets where she and I get freaky.

“When do I have to keep you entertained and by my side?”

“Until I say so.”

“You’re impossible.”

“but, darling. Don’t you like an impossible man?”

I smiled and lean down, wrapping my right arm around her belly and gave the crook of her neck a peck—making her shudder.

“Don’t you like me, sunshine?” I asked, my tone soft and quiet—only for her to hear, “you’re a threat, a danger to normal citizens like me.” She hisses and tries to resist my grasp, “let go!” she said, smacking my arm off but she couldn’t, she could hurt me all she want but I’m not letting her go.

I smiled and the more she resist and move, the more the her ass grind against my fabric pants, she’s making this hard for me. I lean to whisper in her ear, “sunshine, have you ever come so hard that you wouldn’t even remember your name?”

She froze and stared at me, snapping her neck to look et me as if I’m beyond crazy. “Next question, please.” I could only laugh and just throw her in bed—luckily, we’re in her room, I tilt and wrap both of my arms around her.

“Have you ever got fucked by a man like me?”

This question left her stunned, not knowing what to do as she just looked at me with those wide doe eyes. I buried my face to her neck, taking a deep breath and exhaling—letting my breath hit her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

My lips made contact with her neck, she yelp and shiver against my kiss, “stop!” she protest, “no.” I respond, “keep struggling where your ass is grinding up my dick and I’ll shove my cock into that sweet cunt.” I playfully threaten, seeing her scared and her adrenaline rushing.

I smirked, chuckling against her neck—I let go.

“Let’s play a game, I’ll give you a head start to hide. And if I caught you, I’m dragging you to bed and make you see heaven by riding my cock.”

She froze and I gave her a head start, “One… Two…” I count slowly—seeing her in a panic ignites the fire inside me, or is it just my dick going hard?

She sets off running downstairs, I could hear her foot stomp on each every step she make—I laugh at her reckless movement sets by her panicking on what I said. Then, the noise stop—guessing that she did damn good at picking a hiding spot.

“Eight… Nine… Ten…” I finish, sinister chuckle came out of my mouth, “ready or not, I’m going to fuck you good, sunshine.” I remark and made my way down stairs—inspecting my surroundings and analyze all the objects that’s been moved.

She’s in a panic all right, I want to threaten her a little—just for fun. She’d be shuddering in her hiding spot all day.

“I could smell how wet you are,” I spoke, maybe too much but there’s no backing out now. “I bet it clenched over to nothing, wanting to be full and stuffed with my cock.” I made the heels of my shoe click, letting her know that I’m near and that I can sense where she hid.

I stop at the kitchen counter, tapping the glass and give myself a drink of glass of water. I let silence take over, I could hear her breath shudder and how she’s calming her heart down, I know for sure that she’s in this drawer.

Slowly kneeling down, I held two of the handle with my hand—slowly but surely, I quickly open the drawer and pull her figure in my arms again, “caught you, sunshine.” I said.

She screamed and smack her head onto mine really hard, “fuck! Son of a bitch.” I cursed, my hand falling off of her, making it her chance to escape me. “You like to play a cat and mouse game? I’m going to fuck you really hard once I fucking get you, sunshine.” I grit my words in my teeth, she’s starting to piss me off.

The more piss I am, the more severe the punishment is, I hope she’s looking forward getting her pussy wrecked.

I chase after her, looping around her bedroom and throwing her plushies at me to buy her some time but it didn’t, she got downstairs and started chasing around in circles in the sofa.

“Don’t you wanna feel my cock inside you?”

“Nuh-uh!”

Before she knew it, I threw myself at her—arms around her as I flop her body into my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Going upstairs for who knows how many times, kicking her bedroom door open and threw her in.

“you know you can’t make an injured person chase you around like that, hm?” I grit my teeth, taking off my blazer, vest and unbuttoned one or two buttons on my polo—my scent filled with my own sweat, “I’m going to have my fun with you sunshine.”

“I’m against this.”

“You’ll change your mind once I stuff my cock in you.”

“on your knees.” I command, my voice still soft but full of authority, my belt around her pretty little neck like a collar—I should buy a collar specifically for her. I smiled and pulled the belt closer, making her face close to my crotch, she frowns and whines.

“Come on, you know what to do.” I taunt, my fingers on her chin, sliding up to the back of her head—gripping on her scalp and nudge her face against my hard bulge.

Got her hands to work and unzip my pants, letting my cock spring free. She stared at it, her eyes screams in terror, I smirked and pat her head.

“is it not to your liking?” I asked, she shot me with a glare, “It’s too girthy, it won’t fit.” It pierce me that I’m only worth in girth and not how long my dick is, “is my size that average?”

She shakes her head, “hm… not too much, I say about 6 inches.” I laugh, covering her mouth and pulling my belt to make her yelp, “quit describing my dick, now work on that pretty mouth of yours.” I said and nudge to encourage her to open wide and suck it.

She opens wide and sucks it in, I hiss and groan in pleasure as I feel her wet little mouth around my length, “fuck, that’s it…” I praise, bucking my hips forward a little, she bobs her head and make sloppy noises.

Her head goes up and down, pulling out to lick every side of my dick and jerking me off, this girl is going to make me lose my mind.

I held her head, push it down until her nostrils hit my pubic hair—she gag and taps my thigh, “no, no. My mother taught me to always finish my food in my plate.” I said and growls, smile creeping in as I use her head like a fleshlight, “so I don’t care whether you choke or gag, I’m going to make sure that you fucking. Finish. Your. Meal.” I punctuate every word as I stood up, turn her hair into a bun and started jerking myself off using her wet mouth.

I look down as I see she’s soaking in her panties and how perk up her nipples were, “fuck, that’s right. Good fucking girl, yeah?” I keep praising her, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gags and find it hard to breathe, closing my eyes as I start to speed up, thrusting my hips as she pleads to slow down.

“I’m going to fuck you like a whore you are.” I breathe in and groan, “fuck, I’m going to cum, sunshine.” I warn, hissing as I shoot my load deep in her throat, her scream muffles as her mouth is full of my cock.

Gushing all my loads out, I thrust a little—making her grunt and tear up just for me to empty my balls in her mouth, I still have a lot to shoot at.

I pulled her out, covered her mouth with my palm as I force her to stand up. “Let me see you swallow,” I growl, brows knitted together as she sniff and force herself to swallow my load, I kiss her temple and whisper praises to her. “Good girl.” I said and pushed her down in her bed.

“Still up for riding my dick?” I taunt, seeing how wet her pussy is, tears drying in her cheeks as I chuckle and laugh at how cute she is.

I lie down and tap my lap for her to sit on, “come sit and put it in yourself, you’re a big girl hmm?” I hum and watch her gather herself together and sit on my lap.

Her glistening pussy nutting on my soft dick that instantly got hard, my hands on her thigh as she whimper at the minimum pleasure she’s giving herself. Arousing herself until she’s ready to be stretched out.

She held herself as she guide my harden dick right at her entrance, teasing herself with my tip as she bounce off my tip—preparing herself as she sinks in.

She screams and moan, head throwing back as I held her arm—preventing her to lose her balance, I thrust forward and she moaned loudly.

“that’s right, darling. I’m just helping…” I grinned, it took her a couple of seconds to get use of my girth as she finally started fucking herself in to my dick.

“that’s right, fucking tight. My little slut, that’s good. Bounce on my dick like a little whore you are.” I degrade and praises her performance, her hand on my chest to support herself as I buck and thrust a little to get a reaction out of her.

“I’m cumming…” she moaned, pulling up to my tip and slamming herself in—my head on the pillow as I curse out loud, “fuck, darling. Don’t do that or I’m gonna cum early…”

I smiled and held her hips in position, preventing her to move. She groan and whines at me and asked why I stopped her from getting her high, “switch,” I said, “I wanna make you scream.” I added and flip her over, my dick still inside her.

I pulled out and thrust harder, she screams and held on to my back and locks of my hair, “oh my fucking god!” she screams and drools, “that’s right, baby. Scream for me.” I taunt and kiss her neck, lifting her thighs up to her face to hit deeper, “too deep!” she complained and arch her back, moving her pussy away.

I pushed deeper until my balls were hitting her ass, she cried and came undone onto my cock, “I’m not fucking done yet, sunshine.” My pace sped up, making her bed creak and squeak. Her cries brings music to my ears as I’m lost in ecstasy inside her wet sponge pussy.

Hitting harder and deeper, I’m close.

“There darling, I’m so fucking close. Want me to shoot my load deep inside you like a slut you are, huh? Beg for it, beg for me to shoot my seeds inside you.”

She pleads and begs, tears coming down as she became a spouting non-sense, along the lines; “mhm, coming!” “Oh my god! Shit, yes, yes!” “ngh, fuck me—!”

My hips stutter as I push my cock deeper, pulling out and slamming my hips as I came inside her. Her legs giving out and trembling, her throat sore from all the screaming and her whole body a mess.

I laugh and growl at her, leaning down as I thrust a few more to get all my load out. “Don’t cry, sunshine. I’m not that rough.” I smiled and kiss her cheeks, “you just had one of the best orgasm you had in entire of your life.”

I pulled out and took tissues to clean her up, zipping up my pants and took her some fresh clothes and dress her up in her pj’s.

She’s getting sleepy, her eyes puffy from all that tearing up because I made her cry from my cock. I scoot over and wrap my arms around her, letting her go with her sleep slumber.

I kiss her temple once again, “I hope you dream about me, sunshine.” I said before going to sleep after her.

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Chapter 8: THE SUN

#genshin impact #genshin smut #dark romance #darkened desires series #scaramouche smut #scaramouche fanfic #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #scaramouche #genshin scara #Mafia!Scaramouche #Mafia!Scara #Working on chapter 8!!#sorryyy for taking too longgg!!#I'm doing smthing sorry:(

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arsanders · 1 year

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☂️ “Dont runaway from me, Mona. And I know you won’t “

@scaramonazine ☂️🔮

#artsanders #原神 #genshin impact #mona megistus #scaramouche #wanderer #kunikuzushi #scaramona #wandermona #mafia au

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greenlog17 · 1 month

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So. The traveler in the archon mafia au. The twins are both part of the mafia and the traveler was sent out to check up on each nations mafia with meetups with dain after each nation, which are what the archon and interlude quests would become.

Mondstat: meeting with venti first the traveler uses the tried and true missing sibling cover story for why their wandering trevat, venti tells them that devalin is sick and they work togother to get the medicine to treat him.

Liyue: heading over to liyue the traveler overhears that morax was captured and is slated for execution in a few days, the traveler rushes to liyue harbour to hope to prevent this but when the execution is meant to take place and they cart out morax its revealed hes already dead, the milalith lock everything down to prevent the killer from escaping as they assume it was one of the adepti, possibly even the equally as feared conquerer of demons, alatlus. The traveler obviously attempts to escape so their mafia conections arnt discovered and are spotted and chased until childe shows up and drives off the milalith. The traveler then heads to junyun karst to find out what the hell is going on and to meet up with the adepti and while there they meet zhongli who explains that he wanted to take a step back from leading the mafia leading him to fake his capture and death. With the bonus of allowing them to pin the death someone causing problems for the mafia while raising the travelers reputation, and after disscussing for a bit everyone decides on osial and his wife as the targets to frame as theyve been trying to take out the adepti for years now, so the plan becomes for traveler and childe to pubilcly spar which traveler and childe fights to everyone else look like fights to the death and for traveler to win only for childe to retreat and break osial and his wife out of his prison in gunyun stone forest, the milalith and traveler work together to take out osial and his wife killing them who also get blamed for moraxes assassination.

Inazuma: once the traveler gets to inazuma and meets up with ei at narukami shrine they decide to send the traveler to watasumi in order to build rapport with them to hopefully merge the mafias together in the future. So the traveler and ei fake a fight that the traveler retreats to watasumi for safe haven from ei and joins up with them, they get sent to investigate the increased fatigue within the watasumi ranks which they 'discover' (read they already know about) are the result of fatui delusions¹. Kokomi then tasks them with shutting down the delusion factory where they meet up with scaramuche and report on how the delusions are working. Yae miko also shows up to take the traveler back to narukami island to deal with the tenryou commision who have started raiding houses and businesses to look for the raidens hq, traveler, ei and singora come up with the plan of having the tenryou commision headbe framed of working with the fatui and raiden and have the traveler fight them and then singora and ei which works.

Sumeru: heading into sumeru via the chasm the traveler meets with tingnhari who directs them to nilou in sumeru city, nilou reports that nahida been imprisoned and is being held in the sanctuary of surasthana by the akedemiya. Luckily nahidas public reputation as a peaceful enviromental protester has caused outrage within the population as to the public it looks like the akedemiya falsely inprisoned a protester that didnt agree with them, nilou is taking advantage of this to organize a protest of the rampant pollution and of nahida false arrest, and when that protest rolls arround it gos rather well until the end when the grand sage appears and declares it illegal to protest against the akedemiya, the protest disperses and then, the samsara happens. By the second time round nahida has already told the traveler and the gang about the samsara and that the goal of it is to try and get a confession that nilou and some others are apart of the mafia, and assuming this the akedemiya made samsara host is alhaitham who is one of the mafias inside men on the akedemiya, so they discuss what to do as they find out that the sages arnt recording until near the end of the loop when they break up the protest. So they break out of the samsara and meet up with cyno, their other inside man on the akedemiya to confront the sages about it when they encounter dottore². They have to retreat to prevent cyno from brutalizing dottore on the spot and head to aaru village instead, there they pick up some friendly eremites and raid the abandoned hospital stoping the experimentation going on there, they then head back and meet up with scaramuche and some fatui in caravan ribat and encounter dottore trying to get his hands on collei in the pardis dhyai and subsequently everyone beats the everloving crap out of him, the traveler, scaramuche, tingnhari, cyno, everybody there except collei and nilou who just holds and calms the former down. After they stick dottore in a tree they head to sumeru city and the plan goes similarly as it does in canon, azar gets put into a tree alhaitham gets promoted to grand sage, nahida gets released and pollution gets stopped.

Fontaine: going to see lyneys magic show with nuevellette and furina the whole water tank crushing a dude thing still happens and people blame lyney and lynette who they accuse the murder and of being apart of the spina de rosula, the traveler defends them in court and proves it was a suicide like in canon, after this nuevellette notices how stressed furina is about keeping up the act of not being apart of the mafia and the group including arlecchino, lyney, lynette, clorinde and the traveler come up with a plan to 'expose' furina as being apart of the mafia in court as a dramatic finale and it goes off well, furina quits her position after the trial and nuevellette continues to manage things as before which makes some people suspicious "if furina was the mighty focalors... then could the chief justice be her right hand ludex?? No that couldn't be right. Why would they hide their apart of the mafia if they control the government?" Is a common sentiment amoung those suspicious.

¹delusions in this au, since there arnt really any dead gods, are made from crystalflys, slimes and other elemental flora and fauna, they take more energy to use then a normal vision and cause people to become lethargic or bedridden if overused.

²dottore in this au was apart of the fatui until they experimented on collei and scaramuche which when nahida and ei found out went to the tsaritsa and told them what was happening who promptly kicked them out and issued a kos order on him, he then ran to the akedemiya to continue his experiments.

#genshin impact #genshin au #archon mafia au #raiden ei #zhongli #genshin venti #nahida #dottore #azar #nilou #furina #nuevellette #childe #scaramouche #osial #aether/lumine #whichever one ya want #pretty much ensamble cast of everyone thats in canon archon quests.#also fuck dottore. he can go die in a tree.

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scrawnytreedemon · 4 months

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World's worst barely-strung family unit.

#scrawny draws #genshin impact #il dottore genshin #pantalone genshin #scaramouche genshin #fan art #scara has just. the worst fucking family ever. birth & found.#truly a victim of both kinds if bad gay parenting 😩😔#*of tumblr mobile pleace let me correct #completely unrelated but arl/cch/no and s/gnora should have been an item i think #butch mafia femdad and her opulent god-kickibg diva of a wife #those poor orphans would have the worst steopmother ever 😭#i should draw them next <3

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drawlypsy · 1 year

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Tartaglia twirled the knife on his palm, flicking blood in the motion to spatter the far wall. The metallic tang in the air created a buzz like electricity in his veins. He was alive and it felt so good. The exertion of steel to flesh to bone, driving home a point with lethal accuracy. The mechanical click in his ear as the sound of Scara's annoyed voice came in clearly. "Are you done yet?" His partner's sense of punctuality was as exacting as his battle plans. "Just finished up!" Tartaglia offered in chipper reply as he threw the knife into the skull of the last opponent who stupidly wandered into his line of sight. The sound of something heavy thudding down the dark hallway. He headed in that direction, a jaunt in his step. "What was I supposed to do, anyway? Something, something, kill a bunch or guards and..." "You're fucking useless," Scara sneered between grit teeth on the other line. It was so much more fun to hear the hitch in his voice, like he was on the verge of tears for Tartaglia's stupidity. Aw, how cute. "You are to kill the guards, take the key, and shut down the security system. If you can't remember a simple plan then maybe I should tattoo it on your forehead next time." "Can't have you ruining my good looks - then how will we ever get intel from lonely, desperate women? Entertaining widows and rich socialites pays better than whatever we're doing - and it's almost as fun," he shot back as he rifled through the pockets of the still cooling corpse. "Sh-shut up. I don't want to hear about that bullshit," was the hesitant reply. "Virgin." "Psychopath." "Oh, look! I've found a key," Tartaglia announced as he pulled it free of the confines of the dead man's pocket. He dangled it in front of his face a moment before snatching it up and standing. "On the way to the objective. And, Scara?" Another long silence. "What is it?" He sounded in no mood to be teased, which made Tartaglia smile deliciously. "Vagina feels - " The sound of the com connection breaking up entirely. ~ ~ ~ ~~ @chickenparm @venranae ....Suffer. <3

#scaramouche #tartaglia #hitmen #mafia #scara #genshinimpact #modern AU

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ever-winter · 1 year

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@theircurse asked:

' that wasn’t supposed to happen. ' ( Scara )

MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS

He really could come across as being like a deer caught in the headlights, eyes shut tightly against the blinding light to have filled the room, though he'd wrapped his arms around Yumeno and seemed to be trying to protect them from what had just happened - even if he couldn't fully understand just what had happened himself. It seemed as though the person they'd been chasing for this long had decided that suicide was a better option than to be caught from those from the Port Mafia - the faint smell of gun powder having alerted them to the possible danger, before the sudden explosion had gone off, Scaramouche sitting back with a soft sigh, gazing at the damage to be done to the sleeves of his robes. Maybe it was time he actually looked into something else to wear too. "...are you alright?"

#theircurse #Muse: Scaramouche #Verse: BSD (Port Mafia)#Asks - Answered #tw: suicide #tw: explosion #//ask to tag

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dirtonhisleather · 1 year

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#two of the characters I really liked recently are both wearing similiar sleeveless black top #also both are sad edgy emo skinny menace traumatised mafia leaders #coincidence much?#illustration #mine #scaramouche #mello #genshin impact #death note #pls somebody teach me how to draw quickly #it took me longer than what it looks like

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zhongrin · 1 year

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“you’re not going out like that.”

— you say with a pout and a glare.

or, you stop him before going out because of his clothes.

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, xiao, scaramouche, childe, diluc, pantalone

◇ tags ◇ modern!au, fluff, reader is not ‘controlling’ if that’s what you’re afraid of seeing

◇ a/n ◇ can you buy a zhongli irl off amazon or something i'm asking for a friend- /j

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

zhongli raises his eyebrows, questioning ambers seeking an explanation from you.

with a sigh, you stalk towards his side and pinch the thin material of his shirt, berating him nonstop over how the temperature has started to drop outside and how he’ll catch a cold if he doesn’t bundle up.

he lets you drag him back to the bedroom and smiles softly as you rummage through his coats and sweaters, all the while still lecturing him about the importance of his health now that you’re both getting older.

what you don’t know is that he does this purposefully so that you’ll fuss over him. call him whipped, but he adores seeing you care for him like a mother hen; he may trust your love in all its entirety, but he certainly doesn’t mind getting a reminder of it every now and then.

it’s the same reason why he leaves his tie a little crooked every morning: just so you could scold him for how he’s gotten lousy ever since you both got married. he would always chuckle and apologize, but inwardly he just can’t help it; surely all husbands want to be spoiled by their lovely spouse?

childe giggles and winks towards you before gesturing to his outfit with a flair as if he’s in a fashion show model which to be fair he kinda looks the part.

“awh, why not? don’t you want to show off how good this boyfriend of yours look?”

“you mean announce to the whole world that i’m dating a fuckboy? no thanks.”

the brunette pouts at the half-serious, half-joking expression on your face and positions his hands on his hips like a petulant child(e), “oh, i’m sorry that i’m hot and i’m unashamed of it! besides, what can they do? grope me?”

you roll your eyes and slip your hands through the wide gap by the sides of his clothes to grab onto his chest.

childe freezes like deer in headlights, but regains his composure quickly; in a blink, he gives you a playful grin, but before he can utter anything scandalous, you pull him into a kiss and uses the element of surprise to steal his breath away.

and when your boyfriend ends up sprawled under you on the couch fifteen minutes later, you don’t miss the winning smile and happy wrinkle of skin spread across his freckled cheeks.

honestly, he could’ve just told you (you know, like a normal person) if he didn’t actually want to go out, instead of always pulling stunts like this.

kunikuzushi stares at you with half his mouth open, clearly surprised and offended at your statement and the insults you blatantly threw his way right after.

what do you mean he looks like a sleazebag? sure, it’s a hoodie from yesterday(’s yesterday), but it looks fine! it smells bearable! it’s comfy! he’s too lazy to change out of it! not when it’s just a trip down to the nearby cafe!

archons, he’s just a common engineer who builds robots, not some high-strung profile in some fancy mafia organization… is what he insists, and he continues to groan and bemoans his fate even as you brought a change of clothes for him.

he might as well be a cat with how he bristles at your threat of running a bath for him, but he quietens when you double the threat with an offer to ‘scrub his poor scalp clean’.

“….. do it then,” he challenges, crossing his arms like a true brat™️, although his eyes are shining with excitement.

you two end up getting takeouts that night.

xiao pauses from putting on his watch and looks at you quizzically.

why would a dress shirt and slacks be an unacceptable fashion choice? last he checked, you were both just going to visit that favorite restaurant of yours.

the man blinks owlishly at the adorable way you stomp your feet and points to the accessories you’re wearing. he cracks a momentary smile when he recognizes them as the ones he bought for you last week; it’s just as he imagined, they look lovely on you. however, the said quirk of his lips disappears as you tell him that he’s forgotten to wear his matching ones even though he had promised to.

“ah,” he scratches his cheek, “i forgot… tsk, alright, alright, i’ll go change. this outfit won’t work with those colors, let me just-”

you end up late to your reservation and were unable to get a table, but seeing the content smile on your pretty lips when you saw the ‘date night!’ selfie you took on the fast food parking lot in his car, he thinks it’s all worth it.

your smile is always worth it.

“why not-”

“you’re a fashion disaster!”

diluc freezes and honestly if it was anyone else he would have ignored them and stormed off in embarrassment.

but this was you. you matter. your opinions matter. he doesn’t want to embarrass you.

“is… is it that bad?” he asks with a blush on his face as you throw his old coat onto the bed and unbuttons the plain shirt he always defaults to wearing.

your rich but struggling-with-fashion boyfriend watches and listens, as silent as a timid bunny, as you tell him the latest trend and the ‘boyfriend look’ or whatever it was called. he's just helplessly nodding and obeying as you hand him the change of clothes, hoping that will lessen the frown between your brows.

“is this a… bracelet?”

“it’s a choker, luc.”

“but they’re so short.”

“it’s supposed to rest around your throat, dear.”

“oh.”

he’s not sure whether he looks okay or not, but judging from adelinde’s messages bombarding his phone that night, gushing about how proud she is to ‘see that the young master has grown to be able to comprehend fashion trends’ after seeing your instagram stories, he thinks he should just ask you to pick his clothes from now own.

when you tell him he looks like he’s about to brave the cold of the mountains in dragonspine, pantalone hums and tilts his head in thought.

perhaps the coat was too much, he agrees as he discards the thick materials. but you huff and press him to remove his gloves and overcoat, and while he understands that he might have gone overboard in dressing up, given how he’s used to the biting cold of snezhnaya’s freezing climates, he can’t help but smirk at the way you’re hurriedly unbuttoning his clothes.

“my, you look quite desperate for me, sweetheart. are you sure you wish to go out tonight? if you'd like, i can always tell them to send the chef over so we can-”

he chuckles when you hit his chest playfully and lets you modify his clothing as you see fit.

well, no matter. if he gets cold he can always buy a coat outside….

... he still ends up sweating like crazy and he does not understand how you can be perfectly fine in this horrendous heat.

calm down pantalone it’s only like 34 degrees celcius.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #rin writes #zhongli #zhongli x reader #childe #tartaglia #ajax #childe x reader #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #wanderer #wanderer x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #pantalone #pantalone x reader

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makelemonade · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧��𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

Characters; All the Harbingers (including Scaramouche and Signora)

Genre: Modern!AU

Summary; A little girl Pierro found after her family abandoned her in the cold winter of Snezhnaya. How will the Harbingers deal with her growing up in their organization?

Warnings; mentions of abandonment, bullying, scara and Dottore not caring abt u for like a millisecond, implied nudes but it’s not direct, if you squint there’s a little Pantalone/Signora but It can be seen as platonic

Notes; uhm so ‘organization’ for the harbingers can live up to yalls perspectives since it’s a Modern!AU. I didn’t wanna say Mafia so imagine to your hearts content.

y’all I would deadass turn this into a series if anyone asked or it got a lot of attention

Support me on Kofi! Link is on masterlist <3 read under the cut!

context; pierro, who found you as a little girl all alone in the snow and came to the assumption that you were left and abandoned here on his walk towards his work. He couldn’t just leave you there all alone to die from the sheer cold, so he brings you to his work, and tries to get any information out of you. You’re too young and small to say anything, but comes to the conclusion with the constant crying, you were indeed abandoned.

Also, imagine the work place is also their home or wtv and they havé rooms (basically the Tsaritsa’a castle)

Pierro, who doesn’t care if you call him by his name or ‘ dad’ when you start to grow up, but he can’t deny the small happy feeling in his chest when he hears you call him dad.

Pierro, who is not always physically there due to work and being away frequently, but tries his best to spend time with you during all his free time.

Pierro, who starts to realize that he has a lot to teach you once you enter high school, but figured maybe he should get one of the female-harbingers to talk to you about uh, certain, stuff

Pierro, who makes sure to be very protective of you and always has someone watching over you. Sometimes he tends to be overprotective when you wanna go out to certain places, but get one of the Harbingers or even his boss to talk to him and he’ll probably change his mind.

Capitano, who always found you absolutely adorable ever since you were brought to the workplace and would coo under his helmet

Capitano, who lets you play with his helmet when he has to take care of you while the others are too busy with work.

Capitano, who would give you piggy back rides once you were a bit taller and older so you wouldn’t easily fall off his back.

Capitano, who is also just as overprotective as Pierro, but he can’t help but let you go out when you plead with your adorable puppy eyes. As long as he knows where you are at all times, you’re free.

Colombina, who would sing you lullabies fo sleep whenever you had trouble sleeping- especially on the first night you arrived, too scared to fall asleep.

Colombina, who would sing karaoke with you on some fun nights, even if it was Barbie songs or whatever childhood shows the others made you watch.

Colombina, who surprisingly, was the first to teach you how to read given her love for reading you bedtime stories whenever Pierro was away.

Dottore, who being fully honest, didn’t have much of a care for you in the world. It’s one day when little you is clinging to the fabric of his pants, little hands up in the air and grabbing the air, he can’t help but pick you up and hold you.

Dottore, who grabs your wrist with Pantalone as they hold it under the sink after your kindergarten teacher told Pierro you held hands with a boy. They had to wash his touch off of you. Cooties, you know?

Dottore, who helps you ace every single science assignment and test all throughout middle school and high school.

Pulcinella, who made a promise to himself and whatever god was out there that he’d be a second father to you the moment he heard that you were abandoned.

Pulcinella, who instead of teaching you to read like Colombina, teaches you math to make sure you don’t fall behind in the difficult subject, and always helps you with your homework. If you take a liking to politics in high school, he’ll be happy to teach you the basics and join him for his daily life as the mayor.

Pulcinella, who does his job as mayor and makes sure to find you the top ranked daycare, elementary, middle and high school in all of Snezhnaya. Money wise don’t matter, especially to all of them.

Scaramouche, who also didn’t give one single shit about you when you came and was a lot more stubborn than Dottore. It’s not until probably a lot longer later, when you come back from daycare crying about how kids bullied you for being adopted, when he realizes you’re just like him- the both of were you abandoned.

Scaramouche, who when is alone with child you, likes to hide his face behind his hands and opens them with a saying of “peek-a-boo!”. If not alone, he’s kind enough to let you play with his hat.

Scaramouche, who realizes that a child was able to let him soften up a bit, and that you gave him a new family.

Scaramouche, who teams up with Childe to make sure that absolutely NO ONE would defile you, and if someone did, Childe can make hassle of them.

Sandrone, who makes you little trinkets and baby toys when your first introduced to all the Harbingers.

Sandrone, who is usually the one to change Capitano or Pierro’s minds on their usual overprotectiveness.

Sandrone, who makes sure to protect you from the horrors of the world while growing up. She makes sure everything is age perfect for you, such as baby-proofing all the sharp edges when you were younger, she makes sure you don’t hear any of the subordinates being yelled at so you don’t get scared, and she sometimes joins in with Childe and Scaramouche to make sure no one defiles you.

Sandrone, who’s main goal will forever be to protect your innocence, even if it eventually gets ruined.

Signora, who is actually top on the Big Sister list. Like Sandrone, she wants to protect your innocence, but also reminds you that the world is not pure, and many people out there will want to ruin you.

(since this is modern, I’d like to say her and Childe are close to the same age, so she’s in her senior year when you’re in middle school)

Signora, who starts to give you friend advice once you enter middle school, because she’s had her fair share of deal of fake friends all through her years of middle school and high school.

Signora, who also gives you fashion advice or dresses you up for school every morning because lord knows Pierro’s fashion sense is horrible. She’s in her last year of high school (senior), so she’s seen all the good and bad fashion trends which means she’ll know just what’s right for you.

Signora, who is also the one who tried to get Capitano and Pierro to calm their overprotectiveness, but even she sometimes lets them win when she has a bad feeling about some high school party you want to go to.

Signora, who is your shoulder to cry on if a boy or girl ever breaks your heart. She is the big sister who tells you the no’s and yes’ of high school- no certain photos to men because they’re monsters at this age, no starting problems for the fun of it, but do make sure to have fun and if you’re dragged in a problem, finish it.

Pantalone, who spoils you ever since the first day you were introduced to them. He somehow beats Sandrone since he buys every single toy you’d point at in shops or see on ads.

Pantalone, who continues to spoil you through your years of aging as it would ascend from baby toys to fake jewelry, clothes, eventually real jewelry and makeup. He did want to give you real jewelry when you were little, but Dottore had to remind him you were a baby and would probably break it. Or eat it.

Pantalone, who glares at any guy you’ve taken an interest in. If instead of a guy it’s a girl, Arlecchino will take care of them if they break your heart.

Pantalone, who gives you money for literally every time you want to go out during your high school years. Movies, mall, trips- literally anything. It doesn’t matter how much, if you want 20$ he’ll give you 200$.

Pantalone, who did indeed turn on the sink and watched as Dottore grabbed your wrist and held it under the sink to wash off the touch of a little boy who held your hand in kindergarten.

Pantalone, who looks online or in stores with you and Signora for dresses when your homecoming and prom comes up. When he sees Signora looking at a dress she’d like for herself, he’ll buy it. He has to spoil his girls, and maybe the men coworkers if they’re being nice.

Arlecchino, who treats you just as any other kid in the orphanage she watches over, but she has a bit more of a soft spot for you.

Arlecchino, who also wants to protect your innocence, but decides instead that you need to know the horrors of the world and peoples real intentions. She did tell you all this at the age of 2 but all you did was angle your small little head to the side while Sandrone scolded her.

Arlecchino, who truthfully snd sadly, is hardly ever there, but if she ever sees something that reminds her of you on her work trips, she’ll make sure to buy it.

Arlecchino, who is not afraid to punch any man or women who tries to hurt you in any way.

Childe, who is probably the best big brother aside from Pantalone. He joined the Fatui when you were 11 and he was 14, so you two got along very easily and were constantly together.

Childe, who would pull pranks with you on the others but Dottore or Sandrone were quick to catch on with whatever you two would create and Pierro would end up lecturing you both.

Childe, who records literally everything the two of you do, whether it be sneaking out to go to parties, breaking something in the workplace or pranks you created. He has a lot of blackmail on you, comrade.

Childe, who promises you that whatever happens in high school, stays there, unless it’s horrible to the point he has to get your father involved.

Childe, who is in his last year (senior) while you’ve just started high school (freshman) and he threatens all the seniors to make sure no one looks at you in the wrong way because 1, it would probably be a felony given they’re all 18 and 2, the men in his grade are disgusting.

Childe, who once (not once he’s done it a bunch of times) beat up a guy in your grade for looking at you the wrong way. He had to stop when it was on the verge of expulsion, but he thinks the message got across to all the men. The ladies can deal with Signora, seeing as she can waltz in given she was an alumni.

Childe, who is now in university, but he decides to come back from his university to be your prom escort. He is still childish, and he did promise that what happens in high school, stays there, so if you both ditch prom later to get McDonald’s or go to a party, no one will ever know.

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kaeyx · 8 months

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Little agreement - pt. 2

Pairing: beast!skk x gn!afab!reader

Warnings: smut

Additional notes: Based on @scaramouches-girlfriend's one shot of the same name, and serving as a continuation. Thank you very much for letting me put my spin on your work! More detailed information about contents under the cut.

Additional information/terminology used:

Names used for reader: pet, baby, darling (Dazai), doll (Chuuya)

Terms used for reader's anatomy: cunt, entrance, folds, sex,

Additional notes: Dazai calls chuuya his dog, first time and short discussion (like two lines) on the reader being a virgin, Dazai briefly implies he wants to go bareback

Edit: here's the link to the original if you want to read it!

"Well?"

You blink. This is pretty much the opposite of what a working environment should be, but then again.... it's not like mafiosos have unions. This is a shell company anyway. And if Dazai brought you specifically all the way here, it's probably not a test.

You push away from your desk, going over to Chuuya's side like a well trained pet, all while twisting your fingers together behind your back. The way he smiles sends heat spearing through you, and you try very hard to not think about the shadow pressing against his dark slacks and the way your skin is on fire.

"Get in." He gestures with his head, fiery hair falling around his cheeks. The massive doors click closed behind you.

The office is huge and beautiful, one wall made entirely of glass and allowing you a sweeping view of the city, the harbour and the glittering sea. A huge desk made of dark wood sits at the end of the room, and the boss of the port mafia is kneeling in front of it with a knowing look on his face. You walk forward a few steps, unsure, before Chuuya's hand presses between your shoulder blades and leads you all the way forward and around the desk. The tousled mess of dark hair that is Dazai observes you from underneath, and you feel like that fathomless eye is seeing right through to your very soul.

There's no time to worry about that though, not when a pair of hands slide around your waist and a warm mouth presses a kiss just above your collar, on the back of your neck. You jump in surprise, drawing a sharp breath and feeling how Chuuya's lips curl into a smile against your skin.

"I don't have all day." He reminds you, though his voice carries no actual annoyance.

Still it's enough to snap you out of your thoughts and you reach for the waistband of your pants. You undo the button with clumsy fingers and push the fabric over your hips, before Chuuya tugs everything down to your knees with impatience and kicks your feet apart. The message is clear, and you bend over the desk in a haze. It could almost be dismissed as a dream, a fantasy, but the leather-clad fingertips skimming across your back are very real indeed.

Your previous, covert grinding combined with the sound of Chuuya's moans coming through the door already had you feeling hot under the collar, but by now you're properly dripping. Dazai is still looking up at you, devouring each change in expression with the small, satisfied smile of a man whose plan has fallen perfectly into place.

The comparatively cold air washes over your sex and you shiver a little as Chuuya runs a hand over your lower back, pressing down to force your hips up a little more before sliding down to the back of your thighs with firm, shameless pressure. Despite his modest stature his hands are big, long fingers encased in pretty black leather spreading you open just a little. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to ignore how you must be visibly twitching, and how entertained Dazai looks by the whole ordeal.

"It's this bad already? You're dripping." Chuuya sounds half awed, half smug, his voice an appreciative purr.

"Poor pet, you need it that badly?" Dazai coos condescendingly, reaching out to run his knuckles over your cheek and stroke your forehead.

You hear the rustle of clothes as he shifts, still on his knees but now sounding much closer. Fingers stroke the back of your thighs and the curve of your ass, leisurely drawing closer to their target.

"Never had anything this good, darling?" The brunette's voice is deceptively sweet, but a boney hand grabs your jaw at an awkward angle and your eyes shoot open.

"Look at me when I talk to you, and answer." Dazai smiles, and it's a cruel thing. You squirm a little, wiggling your hips in the process and hearing a quiet hiss from behind. Chuuya's eyes are boring into the back of your neck, but he doesn't intervene.

"I've....never had anything like this, no." You answer at last. Could anyone truly ever have a comparable experience? "....Never had anything at all." You admit a little quieter, looking determinately down at the desk.

There's a little pause and your face grows hotter than ever, before Chuuya's voice comes from over your shoulder.

"Never?" He says above you, moving away from your entrance to rub his thumbs back and forth across your hips. You shut your eyes to escape Dazai's gaze, focusing on the polished mahogany of the desk against your cheek, but that's as good as any answer.

"Never," Dazai says breathlessly, running a finger over your jaw. "Aw."

"Hah, you're so cute, I can't believe no-one's gotten a hold of you before." Chuuya's gaze is burning into your back with renewed interest, his gloved fingers slipping under your shirt. The touches along your lower spine makes you shiver and arch your back a fraction, pushing your ass further up. He laughs, his voice low and raspy, way too damn attractive to be fair.

"Fuck... sensitive, are you? Going to let me take you like this?"

You swallow, but don't even have to think about it.

"Yes."

Something presses quickly against your back. Chuuya has bent down and given you a kiss before stepping back. "Just in case, baby." You hear a rustling and then the crinkle of plastic. "Fuck knows where he's been, don't want you catching anything." That's clearly directed at Dazai, who just grins.

"Don't worry darling, I'll take proper care of you." His dark eye is level with yours, the bottomless fathoms glinting. "I promise I won't let anything get in the way."

"Like hell I'm letting you have this," Chuuya growls. Something curls, satisfied, in your lower abdomen when you hear him.

"Hey, hey, be a good dog and share!" Dazai says lightly, his gaze flicking up to the man poised above you, centimetres away from sinking into you.

Suddenly the two bodies shift, Chuuya reaching out and grabbing a fistful of Dazai's tie and shirt to yank him up and forward. There's a delighted laugh that turns into a moan and Chuuya's body seems to vibrate with a growl that makes you shiver, warmth curling in your stomach. You feel two long, clammy hands grip the sides of your head and hold it in place, as something warm and twitching is pressed against your cheek and nose. Dazai, shuffling slightly to grind against you. You obligingly nudge the dark fabric of his pants and the heat beneath. There's a faint satisfaction in feeling him shiver as Chuuya continues to kiss him, grabbing him with the hand that isn't curling possessively around your hip.

There must have been pointed looks exchanged because Dazai simpers a little but backs off when Chuuya finally shoves him away. He leans down again so his face is level to yours on the desk and observes you closely with that single, dark eye. One of his fingers runs down your cheek, cold and boney, the bitten off nail scratching you ever so slightly. He smiles, and it's a cruel, mesmerising thing to see. You feel Chuuya squeeze your hip, tugging it up a little and raising your ass higher.

"Don't worry about him, I've waited for you long enough," he mutters.

You feel something prodding against you, his thumb barely parting your folds, and... it hurts. You take a deep breath, twitching involuntarily, feeling the sting at your entrance. Chuuya lets out a gorgeous, choked off gasp and your eyes go hazy, feeling Dazai pet your cheek and lean in closer with open curiosity on his face.

Chuuya more or less fits inside, pressing forward at a steady pace until his hips meet your ass. You feel him lean back and squeeze your waist appreciatively, his eyes boring holes into your back, and you shiver. Another involuntary pulse around him and his fingers tighten. Dazai's thumb presses against your mouth.

"Don't worry doll," Chuuya reassures, though his voice is strangled, "you're okay." He takes a deep, shaky breath and the heavy length inside you twitches again, making your walls pulse around him. "Does it hurt?"

You nod slightly and try not to notice how Dazai's eye lights up at the admission, running all over your scrunched up face while your cheeks burn, and your body is still protesting at the intrusion. Chuuya rubs your hips, kneading circles into the flesh and just sitting there. He doesn't say anything, but his breaths are shallow and fast, giving away his impatience. You belatedly realise he's waiting for permission, and something in your chest warms at the thought.

It's a little hard to look over your shoulder but you manage anyway, giving Chuuya a nod. "I'm okay now."

The movement is worth it just for the view, his hair messy and falling in his eyes and his hat a little askew, a definite tinge of pink to his cheeks. He grins at you, in a way that makes your stomach drop with anticipation and a little bit of fear, and rolls his hips experimentally.

You rest your head back on the table with a strangled whine, your eyes unfocusing for an instant before refocusing on Dazai's amused expression. Chuuya starts to pick up the pace and a full body shiver goes through you, goosebumps rising along your arms as you scrabble for purchase on the desk, mewling. Dazai laughs, a smooth little chuckle that suits his voice.

It gets harder and harder to focus as he sets an unforgiving pace, making your hips knock against the edge of the desk with enough force that you know they'll be bruised. Chuuya moans shamelessly, a gorgeous, breathless sound that sends shivers down your spine and makes need creep up into your chest. You could listen to this forever.

Dazai kneels before you, dark eye peering into your face and watching greedily as your face scrunches up and goes slack, moans and gasps being choked from your throat with every thrust. Now you understand why Dazai was making the noises you heard through the wall earlier.

There's a shift, Chuuya's hand pressing into your lower back to keep it pinned to the desk below as the other circles around to your front. His fingers carefully explore your flushed skin, reaching between your legs and coming away connected by a web of slick. He lets out a grunt of satisfaction and smears the mess over your thigh before finally reaching for your clit.

You hadn't even realised how neglected you were, too caught up in the improbable situation, but the texture of the leather feels foreign in such a perfect way on the flushed nub that you can't help your eyes rolling back a little.

His name slips out of you in a whine and you try to roll your hips but are met with the firm pressure of his other hand still on your back. Chuuya laughs as you shiver, a breathless sound full of satisfaction. He strokes and prods until his fingers find a rhythm, rubbing across the tender bundle of nerves while he happily slams into your cunt.

Dimly you realise two of Dazai's fingers are in your slack mouth, turning your moans and pleas into muffled whines. The brunette's other hand is busy with himself, stroking and palming the hardness in his slacks while he looks at you with hunger.

Everything mounts too fast, and you might be pleading for something through Dazai's probing digits pressing on your tongue. Chuuya leans down slightly, his heaving chest nearly touching you, his beautiful voice wavering. "Feels good?"

You let out a muffled whine, hopefully conveying the sheer need coursing through your body and lighting up every nerve. Your cunt is pulsing rhythmically, every muscle taut as you feel your need mounting with every thrust, every quick swirl of his fingers around your twitching clit.

"Hmm?" Chuuya's voice is nearly a growl, hoarse with lust. "That good? Fuck, are you close?" His head falls forward and he rests his forehead against your back. "I can't... 'm not gonna last."

A frantic nod comes from you and you wriggle your hips, trying to fuck yourself on his cock. He's got you pinned though, unable to do much more than rock back and forth in time with his movements.

"Good, that's good. Let go doll, want to feel you cum all over me."

With a command like that and in Chuuya's voice no less, you're teetering on the edge embarrassingly fast. The steady pistoning in and out of you, his fingers toying with you as if he can read your mind, Dazai's flushed face as he keeps humping his hand and fucking your throat with his fingers, it's all too much. You tip over with a muffled cry of Chuuya's name, shaking uncontrollably as your eyes unfocus and every nerve in your body sings.

And with the way your insides are twitching and fluttering around him Chuuya doesn't hold on any longer than you do, feeling your walls milk him as his own climax slams into him and steals his breath. He curls over you with a quiet gasp, also shaking as his movements stutter and then come to a halt.

The office swims back into your perception as you begin to recover, feeling how close Chuuya is now, and how his fingers and cock are sitting still, pressed against you. Breathing heavily and quickly you let your eyes shut, your legs trembling a little.

"That's enough Dazai, hands off," Chuuya says from above, managing to sound authoritative even though he's still breathless, the last few drips of cum dribbling out of him.

"But I'm not finished!" Dazai whines, looking up at you with his eye blown wide. He stops touching himself though, reluctantly taking his hand away and resting it on the desk with a glare at Chuuya.

"Yeah, that's because you don't behave." You can hear the grin in the redhead's voice, and feel his iron grip tighten a little more in a reassuring squeeze around your hips. You're still clamped down around him, enjoying the waves of pleasure lap at the edges of your consciousness as you come down from your high.

Chuuya eases himself out of you, but you don't even have the chance to miss the stretch before two leather clad fingers sink into your cunt, rubbing the gooey walls and scissoring you open a little more. You manage a soft, appreciative groan with your eyes still closed.

"I can assume you'll be coming back, right?" Chuuya asks, with a smug little lilt in his tone that suggests the question is rhetorical. You manage a little laugh, blinking your eyes open and looking at Dazai's tousled hair and flushed cheeks, at the way his eyes are sparking with unfulfilled greed.

"Yeah. Yeah I will."

#chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya smut #dazai smut #sorry if there's any mistakes this is neither proofread nor edited #beast chuuya #beast dazai #dazai x reader x chuuya

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Darkened Desires

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 1,088

Your mental health matters.

PROLOGUE

“It shouldn’t have come to this.” This wouldn’t have happened, if she could just listen to me! I would not have done that, she was suppose to be mine, mine alone. How dare he laid his hands on her. I should’ve just chained her, isolate her, keep her all by myself. If only she kept her curiosity to herself.

Very well then, curiosity does kill the cat. I’ll be having my own fun to chase and to hunt her down, until she admits that every part of her is mine.

CHAPTER 1:

THE SUN

Nothing makes my morning much more delightful than working in a Café that me and my friend own, a smile spread across my face as I greet a customer with delight, “Hello, welcome to Tulipa Purissima. What can I get you today?” I saw a smile from the little girls face as she waved at me and pointed right to the menu of our café.

“Mommy, mommy!” the girl yelled with a high pitched but adoring voice, “I want a strawberry cake!” the girl added, on the other hand—the mother, was busy speaking to her phone while holding the little girls hand. This very much reminded me of how me and my mother were. I let out a soft laugh as the girl was too eager to have her strawberry cake, pulling her mothers sleeve and arm, whining and pushing her. The older woman didn’t flinched nor yelled at the girl, she just pat her head and hold the call, pinching her daughters cheek.

This is so adorable to watch.

After a few exchanged mutters from the mother and daughter, they placed their order and find their seats. Those two really did remind me of my mother and me, how she’ll always take the call either a call from relatives or from her workplace, then we’ll go to a café and I sulk at her from taking too long.

I laughed and passed the order from my friend, who will make and serve the orders. This is how me and my friend, Estrella do and pick our parts, we also switch roles from time to time.

As I serve customers, call out their name to pick up their order, something caught my attention—someone. Group of men dresses in fancy black tuxedo inside the café, they haven’t get anything yet. I assume they were only bystanders, I sigh and look for my friend to make sure, “Estrella?” I called, she hums in response and finishing the last order and gave the receipt to the customer.

“Those men..” I point towards the right side of the back of the café, trying my best not to seem rude to point to customers and not wanting to be find out that I’m talking about them, “they haven’t ordered anything yet, right?” I asked, worry hinted in my voice. Since I feel a bit of intimidation towards of group of men, worse part is that they even dressed up in black expensive tuxedo’s.

My friend took a quick glance and stared at me in the eye, shaking her head and wiping her hands with tissues, “No,” she hums, “I haven’t seen a single one of them come to front and claim their order.” She added, Estrella has a knack for remembering faces of customers for the day and know who’s had ordered and who didn’t, “and they don’t seem like a regular here either.”

I sigh and got out from the counter, “I’ll deal with them, we can’t have bystanders here.” I murmur to myself and to Estrella to hear, she gave a thumbs-up as if it’ll motivate me and have such courage to speak with those dangerous looking men.

There were three to seven people in this table, two on either side of the bench seat and a man in the middle—sweating and fidgeting, as if he’s being threatened by these men. I approach their table, my hands clasp together and I cleared my throat to bring their attention to me, “Hello, gentlemen.” I utter, trying to steady my voice and not stutter or eat my words up. I continue, “I—uh noticed that you guys haven’t order anything here yet and that an atmosphere you bring inside Tulipa Purissima is unsettling, if you all don’t mind, I kindly ask you all to leave.”

A man with dark purple hair and in a short hime cut with lavender highlights, I assume he’s a little older than me but with a baby face like that and how he stood out from the rest of the men, I think I know who’s in charge of the group. He spoke, his tone flat and uninterested, “so we just need to order and you’ll leave us alone?” he asked, his eyes darkening and piercing the more he look at me dead in the eye.

I think I want to curl up into a ball and cry to my mommy.

My lips sealed shut, his voice raspy and husky. I don’t move an inch and I peel my eyes away from his deadly gaze, “uh. I- I mean.” I started stammering, I could feel my heart beating and racing, my legs wanting to give out and run to my friend Estrella.

Help, I’m scared.

He waves his hand lazily, his palm resting his chin and elbow on the table. “Whatever, get me some dark coffee.” He said, tone still flat and uninterested. He turn to his colleagues—or that I assume that were his colleagues, it feels like more a security than old friends…

“You all order some, my treat.” He murmured but it was loud enough to be heard by the others, I took out my handy-dandy notebook and write down all their orders. I’m so glad that I keep this thing all the time with me.

After placing and telling me their order, I noticed the man looking at me. The one in the middle, his eyes big and wide, his hands trembling and fidgeting—as if he’s telling me to help him.

“I don’t want to intrude but,” I said and lean over the table and look at the man, but I don’t lean in too close. “I’m sorry sir but are these gentle folks seems to bother you nor are they intimidating you?” I asked, my tone strong and full of concern.

I could feel a burning sensation at the back of my neck, and I know who’s eyes they were…

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Chapter 2: THE MOON

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what would your favs do in a modern au? and another really important question: who would they listen to?

cw. none, different tropes, gn! reader

a/n. nonnie I'm not sure what you meant with the 'who would they listen to' so i thought you may mean songs they like ??

heizou the private investigator, who has his own agency but prefers to work underground— he has a soft-spot for helping people in need and doesn‘t charge money for it. whilst, the local police knows of him and always hires him for quite dangerous, complicated investigations if they were to fail to do their own deep examinations on the mission at hand. heizou is vastly proud of his profession and his skills are one of a kind, for some he might appear to act relatively arrogant but it's not that at all if you dare to look at it closely, he's confident in his abilities if anything and treasures his own well-groomed skills the most. fun fact: currently, alongside the police, heizou was investigating the mafia whose members certainly are known to you.

heizou's favorite music of choice: french music (i'm biased okay leave me alone) for example demain by PLK or derniere danse by indila.

scaramouche the mafia hitman, who too— prefers to work underground to escape any awkward encounters with people. he exceedingly loathes conversations, they make his blood boil, peculiarly with his peers and would rather gauge his own eyes out than attend any special meetings. although as such, his work was in a class by itself, as perfect as someone can be, the higher ups know that he was not dispensable in any way and a real treasure within their ranks. in scaramouche's eyes, there was nothing he cannot do nor was anything off limits, if there was a mission to be accomplished, he will take the challenge without batting an eye.

scaramouche's favorite music of choice: mitski or melanie martinez (he doesn't admit it tho) <3

alhaitham the library overseer at your university who never talks to anyone, kind of a weirdo, yet he cannot possibly do so anyways since most of the times he greatly engages in yet another spellbinding book. for him, it's the perfect job; listen— he never needs to work overtime, duh, he's always home by the same, exact time and although some students can be quite loud and jarring to be around with, the library was a place of pure silence, which he greatly relishes in. but be cautious, if you dare to even raise a single octave of your voice, he will shoot you a death glare and wow, what a terrifying and overly handsome sight at once, you already know that many students only go to the library to admire the hidden view.

alhaitham's favorite music of choice: the man not only uses his headphones for music, but to block out outside noises which works just wonderfully. he prefers slower tunes, ones that do not disturb his reading. for example, ludovico einaudi or johann sebastian bach.

yelan the infamous casino manager, who makes her peers shiver in both sharp fear and terror. if she wants you to win, you will, otherwise she'll do what she does best, manipulate the game to her own benefits to slowly enchant you with her intense charms you simply cannot get enough of, only for you to slowly, agonizingly slow, slant down into the pits of literal hell and large debts. the pretty, dazzling woman has a business to run after all, you cannot be mad at her for that. yet, she is also reasonable and makes sure she isn't tainting the precious, not to mention flawless image of her casino.

yelan's favorite music of choice: no tears left to cry by ariana grande and diamonds by queen riri

dottore the mafia doctor, who works alongside scaramouche and has stitched countless of his wounds in the past. although the two of them absolutely loathe each other, no one can deny the outstanding skills dottore would display on a daily basis. whether it's open wounds, deep, dark bruises or broken bones, there was nothing he cannot heal. notwithstanding the fact that his practices might seem unethical to the outside perspective— especially if you take his habits of experimenting on his patients into consideration, yet, as long as he sews and bastes together the injured, his boss simply does not care and aids him in whatever he might be in need of.

dottere's favorite music of choice: torture sounds /for legal reasons this is a joke, or classical tunes for example the four seasons by vivaldi while he conducts his experiments on some patients he has.

kazuha the lifestyle blogger who takes you with him on every new adventure taken. his youtube channel had blown up since and had become one of the top on the entire platform. his posting schedule is all over the place though, he can go without uploading a new video in months which his subscribers do not mind, kazuha was a free spirit who goes with his own personal vibe, if he was in the mood to film something from his exciting adventures he'll do just that. expect loads of selfies with different animals from all around the world on his other social media, (ignore the weed in his hand) beautiful locations and deep talks on livestreams late at night.

kazuha's favorite music of choice: everything by tame impala, he also likes listening to indie artists and support them on his channel.

venti the worldwide music star who sells out every tour he does. the man was envied by the ones who shared his profession while utterly loved by the countless amount of fans he has. his voice acts like a charm, it's sharply mesmerizing and soothing to the ears, in some ways does it appear as if he's wholly hypnotizing the audience with his tunes. another fact, he writes all his songs himself and gets praised from every direction possible, while if you take everything into consideration of his life, venti was still very much humble and loved interacting with his fans or do interviews so they can get to know him better.

venti's favorite music of choice: loads of kpop music, for example stray kids or txt, but he does have a soft spot for classical music whenever he composes his own.

kaveh the architect who gets booked by the biggest, most flashing celebrities on the planet. fun fact, he was the one who constructed venti's mansion, since the latter only wanted the best of the best— while, quite frankly, there isn't anyone better than kaveh himself who could've adapted to venti's wished and made his home all the more personal and extravagant. in spite of the fact that he gets paid loads of money for his work, the sweet, talented architect tends to find himself broke almost all the time in his life. thankfully he had made a special friend whilst going out in town to drink a couple of his favorite beverages, here's to note that he never thought he'd become friends with a certain librarian.

kaveh's favorite music of choice: he likes taylor swift, ariana grande and tends to listen to music that is older, yet quite underrated. kaveh claims that the tracks on certain albums that get the least attention, are the best in his eyes.