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wqnwoos · 2 months

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jeonghan is staring at you from across the room with unnatural intensity, and you don’t know how to point it out without being rude.

because, on the off chance that you’re mistaken and he’s actually transfixed by the appealingly blank wall above your head, it would be embarrassing. horrendously, irremediably embarrassing.

but you know yoon jeonghan like the back of your hand, and so you don’t think you’re mistaken. in fact, you think you know him better than the back of your hand, because if someone actually asked you to describe the back of your hand, you’d be fucked — but if someone asked you to describe jeonghan, you could wax lyrical.

you could tell them about how you met, three years ago. (freshman orientation, a haze of embarrassment and icebreakers.) you could tell them about his coffee order (black) and his favourite colour (also black) and the classes he hates and the classes he loves. you could tell them about how his eyes have a certain light to them, something you’ve never seen in anyone before, animated and effulgent and brilliant. you could tell them about his family; his friends; the way his fingers slot between yours; the way he laughs when he means it and the way he laughs when he doesn’t.

you could also tell this hypothetical someone that you’ve been in love with jeonghan for the past two years. and that he is totally, completely, utterly oblivious.

“your apartment’s ugly.”

(you could also tell them that he has a knack for being honest at entirely the wrong time, and you’re pretty sure he does it on purpose.)

“you know,” you say, dragging yourself out of your thoughts, “when most people want to break a silence, they ask a question or something.”

he doesn’t deign to respond.

“insults tend to be a last resort,” you add helpfully.

“not an insult,” he returns leisurely, sprawling across your couch, draping his legs over your lap. “you just need some life in here.”

“i’m alive. you’re alive. we’re both in here.” you shove his legs off. “besides. i just moved in.”

“you should get a lizard.”

your lack of surprise is a testament to how long you’ve been friends. “i’m not getting a lizard. are you hungry?”

“you could call it… barney.”

“i feel like having pizza.”

“or maybe lola, if it’s a girl. lola is nice.”

“i think we’re having two completely different conversations here,” you decide. and push his legs off you. again.

but this time, in a fluid movement you don’t fully comprehend the mechanics of, he swivels his body so his head rests in your lap.

it’s the simplest of movements, and somehow you feel like you can’t breathe. time slows and speeds all at once — heart in your throat, eyes on his for all of a moment and a half. you almost hate when he does this; such casual affection sends you reeling.

it takes you a moment to recover, and you realise he’s talking; “what?” you blurt. “i didn’t hear you.”

he casts you a strange look, but doesn’t comment. “pizza is fine, i said.”

“okay,” you reply, a second too late. “i’ll, uh. order that. now, i mean.”

jeonghan gazes intently up at you, long hair splayed on your thighs, brown eyes tinged with the faintest concern. “you’re being weird,” he says, but soft enough to come out worried — caring, more than anything. “is everything okay?”

you think back to him staring at you, just a few minutes ago. you think back to his legs on your lap with casual familiarity. you think back to freshman orientation too, the memory of his easy smile and shorter hair.

you try to think back to the moment you fell in love with him, but you can’t pinpoint that. that was less of a fall, more of a slow, inevitable realisation.

you force a smile. “everything’s fine.”

“your pants, ___,” he says, a wry smile tugging up his lips. “they are on fire.”

“i’m not lying,” you say, in a way that is so obviously and blatantly a lie. there’s a reason you’re not majoring in theatre, and it lies in your inability to keep up a facade when pressed.

jeonghan usually doesn’t press, so you’re not sure why he’s like this now — laid across your lap so you can’t look away, only breaking his gaze for those slow, lazy blinks.

“i’m gonna order that pizza.” your voice sounds hollow, even to you, so it’s not really a surprise when jeonghan sits up and takes your hand to stop you moving away.

“wait a bit,” he says, tenderness — softness, even — seeping into his voice. “i just want to say. i know.”

fuck.

your voice quavers ever so slightly. “you know? what do you know?”

as if it isn’t obvious. as if you aren’t obvious. it’s only taken two years of pining for you to get to this point; for him to get to this realisation; for you to face this rejection.

“i know,” he says softly, carefully, “about your feelings. for me, i mean.”

there’s a silence that seems to stretch forever. but it’s not more than three seconds, maximum.

“feelings of strong hatred and ill will, maybe,” you finally say, a swift rebuttal of the conversation you think he wants to have. i’m sorry, i didn’t know you felt that way, i didn’t mean to…. you’re not doing this — not with him.

jeonghan still has your hand encased in his, fiddling with your fingers, tracing palm lines as he speaks. “i’m being serious. i just don’t know how to say — how to say what i want. not well enough.”

“jeonghan,” you sigh, because it seems that you are doing this. “you don’t have to — ”

“i love you.”

it’s odd, what three simple words can do to a person. time doesn’t quite slow down, but suddenly you are so acutely aware of everything. the clock on your wall that’s been stuck on 3:52pm since you put it up. the lightbulb jeonghan has promised to change for you is flickering. his hand is warm and soft and comfortable, and it’s still holding onto yours.

there’s a small smile working its way up your face. you don’t feel breathless, like you imagined you might. you feel like a weight has been eased off your ribcage; and under it, your heart feels full, so incredibly full. “you’re serious?”

jeonghan smiles back at you, that inexpressible light filling his eyes. “am i ever not?”

“you never are,” you say, but you’re laughing, recklessly leaning into him, curling against him in a way you’ve done a million times before, but never quite like this. you’ve never been able to press a kiss to the side of his jaw, never been able to feel him reciprocate with one on your temple — until now.

“are you not going to say it back?” he murmurs, smiling against your hair.

“do i need to?” you ask, angling back to look at him with mirth in your eyes. “you know, don’t you?”

an / i have finally written (and posted) something and i HATE it i’m sorry.

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prettyglitteryprincess · 2 months

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I want to be chained.

Not in a sexy, bdsm way. In this way:

My hands restrained by metal cuffs that indent painfully into my skin. Because you could never be too sure if I'd find a way to escape. Chains linked to these cuffs, attached to the wall. The most I can do is sit in this eerily empty room, on the uncomfortable, cold floor, consumed by darkness because you couldn't risk leaving the windows without curtains. My back presses against the rough concrete wall, while I wriggle my arms once in a while, to see if the cuffs have magically weakened. They don't. They never do.

You come by every morning to give me breakfast. You hear my desperate cries, my pleas to let me go. The most you do is ignore me because it is the same routine every day. Breakfast in a bowl, so I look like a dog while eating. It's humiliating.

After work, you hear my screams across the house. Why won't she shut up? Enraged, you stomp into the locked room you keep me in. You fuck the words out of me. I'm left speechless until you come by at night.

You find my curled up against the wall. My arms around my naked body, protecting myself, making myself smaller in fear. I trusted you. I almost even loved you. You're oblivious to my hurt. At night, you take what you wish.

You were so sweet a month ago. So affectionate. So loving. But now I see that was only a facade. Because as I repeat my desperate "I'm sorry"s, cry out pleads for you to stop, you don't listen. Never listen. You grip my hair by the root and it hurts so much that I cry out. You coo at me to silence, that you love me, that I deserve this, but that it's okay. I don't know what I did to deserve the harsh way you push me against the wall. The breath is knocked out of me by the force, and I'm not allowed to take another as you drag me towards you by the ankles, as far as the restraints let me go. Uncontrollable tears run down my face, my lip trembling, an aching knot in my throat.

Stop, please, don't do this. Stop.

But you never listen. Why would you?

In mere seconds, you're inside of me. Your hand wraps around my throat as you roughly plunge into me. You give no remorse, no sympathy to my choked screams.

Shut up. Shut up, you deserve this. You're a whore, you know? You deserve this, love. This is what you want. You say. You say the same things every time, so much so I'm starting to believe it.

You fuck me until it hurts. Until every thrust is another cry from me. Until my screams slowly develop into moans. Until my tears dry up and all that is left is my blank stare. Until you've ruined me enough that I'm motionless.

Your cum lands on my stomach. "You don't deserve to carry my child, slut." Is what you spit before you leave.

I'm a pained, ruined mess on the floor, dreadfully waiting for the same routine tomorrow.

#r@pe kink #rap3 fantasy #corruption kink #r@pe play #cnc free use #abuse k1nk #pain k!nk

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nqmonarch · 2 months

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Valentines Day w/ HSR Characters!

Doing Calc homework and am very stressed, i can feel it everywhere in my body. the math is just not mathing mentally today (i looked at trigonometric identities today so maybe thats why)

Just writing out some messy ideas to take a break

Btw if u sent in a request and I haven't answered it yet I am working on it thank you for your uh question ask thingy i appreciate it, i like to know what people like to read bcus tbh i like to write anything altho jingyuan gets like +10 points cus he fluffy

Valentines Day With Some HSR Characters (Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Heng, Stelle)

Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan is old school romantic. You cannot tell me he wouldn't arrive home with a big bouquet of roses (does HSR even have roses?) and 20 other gifts, including but not limiting to boxes of chocolate, teddy bears, and at least one gag gift. There's gotta be at least one, he'd make a dad joke out of it too.

Then he'd reserve one of the best restaurants on the Luofu and bring you there. He'd probably have booked a private room, thank goodness because no one wants to hear the general continuously compliment you until you're a puddle on the floor. What he is best at is attacks. But if he gets a compliment in return he'll freeze up for a moment before playfully returning it.

Jing Yuan doesn't put on his normal coy facade today, instead he just embraces how much he loves you because he's happy to still have you in his life.

Blade

Blade does not know it's Valentine's Day. It's not his fault, cut him some slack. Anyway Kafka probably reminds him that it's Valentine's Day about half way through the day to which he goes into a silent panic. You can't tell he's panicking he's just staring at the wall with a blank face, he actually looks like he wants to murder someone.

The two of you end up celebrating though! He... pulls something together, it really is something. Sure he smells like blood and the waiters are scared, and taking over this restaurant for a Valentine's Day dinner was definitely not in the script but... It could be worse. He's trying his best, really.

Afterwards you and Blade share lots of cuddles! Something he's pretty good at! Holding you just tight enough, and keeping you close to his side-- you just won't be able to get up if you want to get water or anything. He doesn't say too much but you can feel the love in each caress.

Dan Heng

Dan Heng doesn't really like going out, why would he when all he needs is right by his side? So the two of you stay on the express in the archives. What matters isn't where you are but the company. He'd probably get you a few trinkets from different places he's collected over the years, a necklace, a sick looking compass, whatever fits your vibe.

Dan Heng would probably also write you a love poem, and make you read it or awkwardly recite it in front of you. If you read it out loud though he will get unbelievably embarrassed and snatch it away from you. He'd give it back but he'd take some coaxing, be nice okay? His face is already red.

Then when the night draws to a close the two of you would curl up together on that sorry excuse of what he calls a bed. The majority of your body would be on Dan Heng's using him as a pillow, and his arms would be wrapped around your body keeping you still and warm.

Dan Heng's bed is not it man. Personally, I'd get back problems.

Stelle

"You are the one who deserves the golden trash the most," Truly romantic words from Stelle as she hands you a golden trashbag. That is just the first of the gifts she gives you tonight, and the one that's most valuable to her. It's the thought that counts right? You still have no idea what she's talking about when she mentions fighting Sampo as a trashcan...

The two of you spend a romantic night together, walking down the quiet streets of Belobog, and-- did Stelle just investigate a trashcan again? You should be used to this. On the bright side, every time she gets something cool she comes up to you with the biggest smile on her face, it's beyond adorable. Sometimes the trashcans even have good stuff, like a scarf Stelle lets you wear that thankfully doesn't smell like trash.

It's just good to spend time with the person you love. She spends her time catching you up on everything new from her adventures, and when it's too cold to stay out any longer the two of you head to the Astral Express. Where you shower together and then doze off on one of the Express' couch cushions while playing games. Your head rests against Stelle's reminding you, you're never alone.

Okay I need to get back to homework, fun break thanks guys. Imagine being alone on Valentines Day couldn't be me, I have my Calc Homework. It told me I was integral to it <3 legit peak partner material.

#hsr #reader insert #hsr x reader #gn reader #jing yuan x reader #blade x reader #dan heng x reader #stelle x reader #valentines day #me x calculus homework

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tookthe-405 · 26 days

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VBS

Prologue :

“Sun bleached Flies” ~ Ethel cain

DAILY CLICK🍉🍉

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rebel!ellie x fem!reader

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summary: you grew up religious without a choice, and in summer you would get send to vacation bible school. The camp always felt like prison to you, until a very interesting girl appeared.

c/w: smut in future chapters!!! , religious trauma, homophobia

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24/11/2004

Age 16 Reader pov:

"And as the Bible says in Micah 7:7: But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord, I wait for God my savior, my God will hear me"

Your eyes burn, not because you are crying, but because of the very bright spotlights that are shining on Pastor Tobias. The youth lesson takes place every Wednesday evening and today's topic is faith and trust.

The paper and pen in your hand feels heavy and rough, you should have already written down what you’ve learned new, but your head is just so empty today.

As it has been so often in the last few weeks, which makes you feel guilty and ashamed again. You stare at the blank page and don't feel anything, that you could put into words and on paper. You can think of many questions that you would like to ask, but are too embarrassed for.

"hey is everything ok?"

your head follows the whispers next to you. Hazel looks at you worried. This girl is the only reason you enjoy being here, and there is no judgment in her look.

“I’m a bit stuck on this today” you whisper back and point at the empty paper, she nods.

you could feel the eyes of the employes. When sermons are held it is always very quiet and all these people you grew up with are listening to the man in front of you, the faintest whispers can be heard. You quickly concentrate again and look ahead.

"We're closing the sermon today with a prayer and the requests that you gave us"

On the board next to him are various prayer requests that the young people brought to the lesson. But a few of them catch your eye more than the others.

- Please release me from the shame within me - Let me grow with your word - The temptations of the evil one shall not harm me

The prayer lasts 7 minutes and your mind keeps wandering. When you pray, you always forget where you are and feel a bit stuck in your head. That's why you've given up the habit of closing your eyes, which helps you to ease the restlessness in which your inner self is bursting. You can't get rid of it at anyway. You observe the people around you a bit. You know every face all too well, the reason for that includes going to a the private Christian school and the many prayer evenings that your parents and siblings like to attend to.

When praying, each face shows a small part of the person. Some look deep in thought, others look as if they were about to burst into tears at any second and one or the other sit on their seats with a contented and calm expression on their faces. You would give a lot to feel whatever they are feeling.

Hazel's expression reminds you of a frightened animal that has just been captured. She was one of the fearful prayers.

All you wanna do, is try to get her out of this state and keep her safe with you, but you know that you can't do that for her. Only the god she prays to can do that.

"Amen"

“Amen” everyone says together and the word leaves your lips quietly.

Everyone stands up from their seats and whispers spread. You know all these people and you knew from your private life that some of them weren't good people, but the church seemed to change that completely. At least for a short time. As soon as the free time begins, you notice that the facades are falling again. This has always confused you a bit.

Two years ago, so many people were converted here, that the church was rebuilt and there were now many different rooms for different concerns. There was the sermon Hall, which is full every Sunday and is used for worship services. There is also a kitchen and dining room with couches. One floor higher was the room for the young people, which is used every Wednesday to pray, study and spend time together. A few couches and many chairs with tables.

The whole youth group is there and a few people start to play games. Some have a religious background, some don't.

After the sermon, you and Hazel go from the sermon hall to the youth room, where a few people from your class have already made themselves comfortable on the couch and seats. At school you always talk to Hazel, who is a very social person and that's why you are forced to talk to other people as well.

Samuel and another boy are talking as you both sit down on chairs, and the whole group seems interested in the conversation.

"My mother said that, Pastor Tobias told her on Sunday"

"What's going on?" Hazel's gentle voice asks Samuel.

He excitedly turns away from the other boy and addresses Hazel.

"My mother said that we were going to a camp this summer, we young people, there was a lake, forest, church, everything"

“Do we have to camp?” Asks Kate, a girl in a class below you.

The thought of having to go camping immediately puts you off, but you'd have to go anyway if it actually takes place.

After all, Samuel talks a lot but it doesn't always reflect reality.

"She said there is a youth hostel with lots of rooms, but they are shared."

You could live with that. Hazel nudges you with a smile. Now the excitement hits you too, if you and Hazel are in the same room together, swimming in the lake all day long and there were going to be funny events, it will definitely be pretty fun.

You smile back excitedly and the other people around you seem to be looking forward to it too.

“Have you heard of Anne Marie’s husband?”

The group becomes quiet and looks at Sofia, with a thoughtful look and crossed arms.

"A few people from church mentioned something but I don't think it's true," Naveah says next to her and rolls her eyes, but Sofia shakes her head confidently and leans forward.

“My brother said it was true, he was there at the prayer meeting for him” Naveah’s face falls and that made you a little nervous.

"what?" ask someone, but you won't know who.

"They prayed that his homosexual desires would disappear"

The room generally seems to become a little quieter; the other groups of friends also seemed to have heard the word, which had probably never been uttered here before.

The tense atmosphere spreads through the room like poison and you hold your breath.

" I didn`t knew he had such disgusting thoughts"

you are too shocked to notice who said it, but you still clearly hear the others agree.

“The sin is disgusting, but we should pray for him,”

Austin decides, but his gaze seems a little concernt.

After the prayer you feel emptier than before, almost as if you had been sucked dry. Your thoughts left more marks and you knew what you would pray for tonight before you went to sleep.

INTERACT WITH THE LINKS ABOUT PALESTINE 🇵🇸

a/n: this is a bit more angsty and can trigger some people so pls read the warnings!! I felt a bit uncomfortable too writing it, but it’s still important to talk and write about it, because it is reality!!!

!!!Pls Reblog and like!!!

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larcenywrites · 5 months

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How do you think the first time young!Tony eats you out would be like? Specially if it's like the first time ever he's eating pussy 🥴 like, what would he do/how would he eat you out, what would be his thoughts during the whole thing, is he gonna cum just from that, does he want to just keep going and going and make you cum a dozen times just with his tongue and fingers?

It turned into a little more than I thought it would, buuuuut 😘

It’s a bit silly at first.

“You can’t make fun of me,” Tony suddeny speaks up, interrupting his own trailing kisses that ended a tad frustratingly above your panties.

“Hm?” You hummed, lifting your head to stare at him in confusion. And a little worried you’d made him insecure somehow. His slightly parted lips closed tightly, nervously. Before you could voice any concern, he answered your question, and quietly. “I’ve never done this before.”

You kept your eyes on him, probably now a little surprised. Tony wasn’t exactly innocent, and this definitely wasn’t your first sexual encounter with him, but surely he’d had some experience with it at some point, right?

“Never?” You finally asked, matching his quiet tone. He shook his head a little.

You smiled, perhaps a little mischievously, and reached out to affectionately play with his hair. “Do you need any help?”

“No,” he answered quickly, eyes pouting. “I’ve seen porn,” he continued matter of factly, already pulling at the thin material clothing your waist.” “And I’ve thought about how to do it,” he sassed, glancing back up at you as he began to pull your underwear down. You didn’t get to see his loving smile when you fell back onto your pillow with a laugh. “What? You’ve seen me lick icing off of a cupcake.”

He did love to make you laugh, but right now he’d rather hear your moans.

He’s eager, but doesn’t want to disappoint.

He wasn’t new to tossing your panties to the floor, nor was he unfamiliar with the sight of your pretty pussy. But he hesitated, instead placing a long kiss to the side of your knee to play it off. He’d been so confident in the way his wet kisses had trailed down your body with an obvious purpose, but now that he was here, he worried that maybe he didn’t quite know what to do after all. To keep up the facade, Tony dragged his kiss into your thigh. You can probably tell he’s a little nervous and stalling for time, but as soon as your meant-to-be-soothing-and-reassuring touch scratches over his scalp, he quickly snaps out of it and gently dives straight into your pussy. He doesn’t need any help. His lips know where he usually puts his fingers, and to test the waters he tries to copy them, using his kiss to play with your nub. But it’s when his flattened tongue laps down to your dampened entrance and flicks up your clit that he feels your grip tighten in his hair and your legs twitch around his head. His mind nearly blanks from your warmth and smell enveloping him, making him only want to nuzzle in more, and your taste making his mouth water and only wanting to explore.

Luckily, he’s always been a quick learner.

His excitement has his heart beating and dick throbbing. He always pays attention to what he does right… so he does it again, slowly, dragging over your twitching clit, smiling when he gets another similar response. His confidence is back, in the form of his tongue swirling and massaging your well-wet hole, and in a moan when the nudging bridge of his nose against your sensitive nub is replaced by the suckling of his lips tongue. His own pleasure from pleasing motivates him.

When you cum, so does he.

He’s instinctively grinding himself against the mattress with the sting of your nails and the moans from your throat. He’s familiar with what the tightening of your legs around him means, but this time they’re closing around his head, pushing him into your pussy. His grip on your thighs only grips harder, as if to keep you there. It has him moaning, hot breath and vibrating voice enough to finally push you over the edge, and thankfully he doesn’t stop the pace of his tongue and lets you ride it out, holding onto you shaky legs and all. Shamelessly he humps the bed, wanting to desperately to cum with you and frustratingly hard. He excitedly leaves your clit alone just a tad too soon to instead get a taste of the dew pooling out of you. He’s tasted you from his fingers before, but this is different. He practically licks you out, taking it straight from the source and close to making you come again just from the slurping sound he makes when he exits to clean up his mess a little better. His back arches with the tingles your nails on the back of his neck sends down his spine, and his string of panted moans between sloppy kisses through your folds and bruising fingertips digging into your thighs lets you know he’s finally spilling in his jeans. But even as he’s still thrusting a few more times against the bed to finish himself off, he’s already starting over his softly-starting assault, both of you now overstimulated but beyond turned on from your new game, but not before coming up for a wet kiss, not even giving himself time to catch his breath.

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marble-anime · 1 year

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Toxic Fan Culture

Pairing: Isaac Foster x Reader

Summary: The infamous serial killer, Isaac Foster, meets someone akin to a fan that would love nothing more than to please their idol.

Disclaimer: Minors DNI

Warnings: mentions of violence, cursing, blowjob, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie

Word Count: 2.4k

You’ve been down here for days. Weeks? Maybe even months. You weren’t sure. Not getting a beam of sunlight or a breath of fresh air made the days blur together. You didn’t mind though. As long as you were with him it didn’t bother you. You’d heard of him before, everyone had. The rumors of the laughing reaper spread like wildfire. The infamous Isaac Foster. It came as a shock to everyone when the killings ceased, it seemed like he had just up and vanished. Who would’ve thought that all this time he was hiding in the basement of a chapel?

You always wondered what happened to him. You’d walk down dark sketchy alleyways just to see if he’d pop out and grab you. Ever since you were a child you knew to keep your morbid fascinations to yourself. Having been on the receiving end of many distasteful stares as you shared your analyses about different serial killers and what went on in their minds. That paired with your constant, abnormal, state of arousal branded you as a ‘freak’.

Personally, you thought you were completely normal. After all, you’d been this way for as long as you could remember. What else were you supposed to think? Perhaps you watched one too many horror movies as a kid. Or maybe you were just born with a few screws loose. The only downside was that he found you as off-putting and disturbing as everyone else did.

Zack thought you were insane. Normally the sacrifices were terrified from the moment they stepped a foot onto his floor. And rightfully so, being abducted and waking up in an elevator lowering down to a basement that looked like an escape room brought to life.

You were the one exception. Either you were good at hiding your terror or you truly weren’t afraid in the slightest, waltzing out of the elevator as calm and collected as you could be. But that was about to change.

Unbeknownst to you he’d been stalking you as you made your way through his killing grounds, waiting for the right moment to reveal himself. He quickly grew bored of your blank face and hid inside a boarded-up alleyway, listening to the sound of your footsteps getting louder the closer you got. When he heard you on the other side he swung his scythe. Cutting through the boards and almost killing you right then and there.

Your eyes were wide, mouth agape, as you watched the bandaged monster step out of the alley, wooden shards crunching beneath his boots. It was the way he psychotically laughed at your shocked expression that tipped you off.

In your starstruck daze, you reached out to touch him, asking, “You’re Isaac Foster right?”

He pushed you away, suddenly being reminded of an encounter he had similar to this one. A woman reaching out a shaky hand, trying to seduce him into letting her go. Her facade crumbled to dust immediately when he rejected her advances. Although being lied to left a sour taste in his mouth, he couldn’t deny how gratifying it was to cut her up into pieces. And soon your body would be sliced open as you cry and scream for him to stop just like she did.

“I’ll give you till the count of three to run,” he started his usual spiel, holding up three fingers for emphasis. “One.” You just stared at him. Poor thing, he thought sadistically, you must be frozen in fear. “Two.” He raised his scythe. “Three.” You were hit by a gust of wind as the blade cut through the air, stopping only millimeters away from your neck.

“Huh?” His excitement vanished, replaced by confusion. “Why the hell aren’t you runnin’?”

“Hey.” Your fingers grazed the blade, lowering it from your neck as you stared at the man in front of you in awe, “How long have you been hiding down here? And what exactly is this place? Are there more serial killers in this building or just you?”

Frustrated by your curiosity, he threatened to hurt you. Unfortunately for him, it didn’t deter you from asking him anything and everything you could think of. His first instinct was to kill you, especially with that giddy look on your face, but the way you looked at him gave him the creeps.

So he ended up letting you live. It was the same old song and dance every day since then. He would distance himself from you while you constantly pursued him, sometimes even romantically. God, the thought made him want to vomit. How sick in the head were you to want to have a fling with a literal serial killer? Regardless, he had to get rid of you soon or he was gonna lose his mind even more than he already had.

He was lounging on the couch in his room, trying to get some rest when he heard the door open. He groaned, “What now?”

When you didn’t answer he turned his head to look at you. His body went stiff at the sight of you. You hid behind the doorway as you peeked inside the room. Your body was trembling, short breaths escaping your parted lips. You looked terrified. You gasped as your eyes met his and you took off. Almost as if he was possessed, he quickly grabbed his scythe and ran after you.

Adrenaline pumping through his veins, his laugh bouncing off the walls, as he chased you through his floor. You disappeared into the room at the end of the hall and closed the door behind you. Zack slammed his shoulder into the door, nearly knocking it off the hinges. He paused as he entered the room. You didn’t try to run or hide. You just stood there with that fearful expression, batting your eyelashes as you spoke, “Please don’t kill me, sir. I’ll do anything.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” As his head cleared, he realized what you were doing. He gripped the handle of his scythe in anger. “You were faking it?”

“It was the only way to get you to pay attention to me,” you said.

He was seething as you approached him. You shoved him, catching him off guard as his back hit the wall. “Hey!”

“You have a scythe,” you pointed out, pressing your body up against his. “You can stop me if you really want to.”

Zack’s eyes never left you as you leaned in to kiss his lips. He watched you for a moment, not moving a muscle. He didn’t know why he was letting this happen, anyone else would be a red splatter on the pavement. If it weren’t for his pride he might’ve been able to entertain the idea that maybe he enjoyed the way you looked at him. Your eyes filled with adoration like he was your idol, desperate for his attention. Even now, when you touched him you were as gentle as could be, not wanting to hurt him.

Lids fluttering shut, he began to move his lips against yours. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he kissed back. You hummed in contentment and stood on your toes. The kiss heated up quickly with both of you releasing your pent-up tension. He craned his neck, trying to keep up with you. His hood fell to his shoulders as you ran your hands through his hair. You gasped into each other's mouths for oxygen. He flinched away when he felt your tongue graze his lips.

Looking up at him, you could see the hint of arousal in his heterochromia eyes. Being desired by him made you feel like you were on top of the world. You dropped to your knees and began undoing his pants.

“What are you doing?” he asked, not bothering to stop you.

“Sucking your dick.” You pulled his pants down just enough for his hard cock to spring out. You teased, “Are you always hard when you kill or is this just for me?”

“Shut up,” he spat through gritted teeth as he anxiously awaited your next move.

You kissed from the base of his cock to the tip before taking it into your mouth. “Shit!” The loud clang of the scythe hitting the ground echoed through the room. He fought off a moan, your mouth felt so good. Hollowing your cheeks, you bobbed your head, stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand.

You felt him brush his fingers against your shoulder, not sure where to put his hands. You halted your movements and swirled your tongue around the tip as you grabbed his wrist. You placed his hand on the back of your head, helping him nudge you forward. He quickly picked up on what you were trying to tell him and pushed your head down his cock. He tried to get your lips all the way down to the base, relishing in the sound of you gagging on his dick.

“Fuck.” The tears pooling in your eyes as he violated your throat was doing more for him than it should have. You held eye contact with him as tears ran down your cheeks. You reached a hand up to grab his hip, trying to pull him towards you. He thrusted into your mouth, tangling his bandaged fingers in your hair to get better control of your head. You allowed him to go as fast as he wanted, taking all he had to give. Of course, with Zack being Zack, he set a brutal pace.

Saliva ran down your chin as he violently fucked your face, aggressive grunts and groans leaving his mouth. You gripped his thigh when he shoved his entire cock down your throat, breathing through your nose so you didn’t suffocate. You went to touch his balls but it wasn’t needed, the vibrations from you choking on his cock was enough. Both of his hands held you in place as his salty cum flooded your mouth.

You slurped it down and pulled off his cock, noticing that it was still hard. When you got back on your feet he beat you to the punch. With his hand cradling your face, he pulled you into a deep kiss that had your knees going weak. He lifted you by your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss he walked back to his room and threw you down on the couch.

As you both quickly undressed he warned, “I’ve never really…”

“It’s fine.” You threw your clothes on the ground and stood up. “Just lay down and I’ll guide you through it.”

Zack laid on the couch, completely bare except for the bandages wrapped around his body, and you climbed on top of him. You grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip against your slick pussy. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

You slowly sunk down on his cock until every inch of his was inside you. The air left Zack’s lungs, his jaw dropping at the sensation of your pussy sucking him in. A stunned expression adorning his face, you asked, “You okay?”

He squirmed beneath you, adjusting to the new feeling. “It’s so warm.”

You smiled, placing your hands on his chest and rolling your hips. Zack tried to hold back from cumming right then. In an attempt to distract himself from your velvety walls massaging him, he teased you just as you had done to him, “Do you fuck all serial killers you come across or is it just me?”

Knowing what he was doing, you answered, “Just you,” and began to bounce on his cock. “Damn it.” He knew he wasn't going to last long. Throwing his head back, he tried not to watch your boobs bounce as you fucked yourself on his cock. But you weren’t gonna make it easy for him. “You wanna feel ‘em?” You placed his hand on your breast and, unable to resist, he groped and kneaded your boob. His other hand traced up your voluptuous curves, taking note of how soft your skin was compared to his burned flesh.

“Ah, Zack!” you moaned, reaching down to rub your clit. Your walls clenched around him as his hips bucked into you, hitting your sweet spot. “Keep doing that.”

His hands found their way to your waist, helping you rock back and form as he thrusted up into your warm, wet, cunt. “Just like that.” Feeling his cock twitch inside you and the growls that left his throat, you knew he was close. So you raced to get yourself to the edge before he reached it himself. But honestly, it wasn’t all that hard. As inexperienced as he was, he was still so fucking sexy. And the way he manhandled you earlier left your skin burning with desire.

“Harder.” His nails dug into your flesh, bracing you for what was to come. He pounded his cock into you, leaving you breathless as he used you for his own pleasure. Your moans became irregular and choked up at the feel of his erratic thrust hitting deep inside you. You gasped, body convulsing as your orgasm rippled through you. He gave you one last powerful thrust before emptying his balls deep inside you.

As he lowered his hips, you kept yourself steady by leaning your hands on his torso. “That was amazing.” Zack hummed in response, trying to catch his breath. He was shocked by your next words, “You wanna go another round?”

“You can’t wait five minutes before your tryin’ to bang me again?!” he asked, his cock was still sensitive from your previous activities.

“I just love sex,” you shrugged. “If you could kill people all day then wouldn’t you?”

“Duh,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well that's what it's like with me,” you explained, “just with sex instead of murder.”

He frowned at your flushed face as he contemplated it in his head. Damn you, he thought, you were still looking at him with that loving expression. Sighing, he said, “Give me ten minutes and we can go again.”

“Yay!” you cheered.

You grabbed a blanket that was hanging off of the armrest and used it to cover you both. Zack grimaced when you placed sweet kisses on his chest. “The hell are you doing that for?”

“I’m giving you affection.” You cuddled into him, looking up at him with big doe eyes.

“Gross.” He closed his eyes, letting you hold him close as you both rested. Maybe keeping you around for a while wouldn’t be such a bad idea. “Do it again.”

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INNOCENTLY YOURS

LYNEY'S DEFAULT & YANDERE PROFILE

Note: This took a long time to finish but hopefully, it's good enough and enlightening to read, should I do wriothesley next? Vote for your choice in the poll at the end:

Warning: May contain triggering content, female reader, and all the yandere stuff. Not proofread.

1. Their personality, and their blank points.

Lyney is a great actor and magician with many talents and whatnot. He's got a charm to him and he seems to be confident, cheery, and suave, he grins when he's caught a contagious smile directed at him or the applause his audience graces him with.

He loves those who love his show and never misses any of it, he's a little sad inside but burdens can't always be let go of, either he persists or is dragged down. He's a little on the nervous side, especially when it comes to his family, he caters to the needs of his people to know more about them, and he's good at consoling anyone to spill their secrets willingly, he frequently makes eye contact and he's good at reading people, he isn't normally shy because why would he be? He's a great magician, if he wants attention all to himself, he's gotta play his part and act confident, After all, people are drawn to those who are self-assured and have everything sorted out.

He might not look like it, but he's a professional gaslighter, first, he guesses someone's weakness and uses it against them, in a subtle way, wouldn't want them to back out just yet, he's gotta play his magic, and reel them in. He's good at it, but sadly he could never use his skills on himself.

Even if he convinces himself he's a good person, no good person would ever want to convince themselves of it. At least, that's what he thinks.

2. Their coping mechanisms and their reaction.

When one's delusions are challenged and given a chance to face themselves, most wouldn't due to their circumstances and experiences, the same can be said for Lyney, he's seen unlikable things and knows there's some good in the world, however, once he's betrayed, it is likely impossible to ever gain trust again. How does he cope? For starters, he just stares off and it would seem so eerie to anyone who has seen him lively, he looks dead whenever he does it, shake him out of it he may just smile and shrug it off saying he was thinking hard about something, it's like he has two personalities, happy and sad, likely stemming from knowing how people would take advantage of a weak being, no one would ever want to see him a sad magician performing tricks, perhaps an interesting concept but he doesn't have the reliability to do it.

Seeing how people react, how their expressions slip and crumble into something they were hiding, yeah he's noticed many things growing up, and he's learned to cope by improving, that's because he didn't have the resources nor the perfect environment to do anything else but improvise.

Besides, it has helped him. Striving to be better isn't a bad thing, but constantly doing so leads him to neglect important details about himself.

How he gets so frustrated and fidgety when nothing is working out in his favor, he hasn't learned how to properly deal with his emotions, he knows smiling will help, and he can keep his facade up and running but ignoring troubling things will only come to haunt him again. He knows it to some extent, but ultimately he can't do anything about it, he doesn't know how to relax and rely on anyone. He's capable, and he needs to prove it, he has what it takes to make people come to him. He's a smooth talker, after all.

Alike everyone, he's a ticking bomb that has been buried deep beneath. No telling what will trigger it.

3. How much do they love? Are they too much or too little?

He loves a lot, a little much but it's above average even at the beginning, he keeps it hidden through teasing and doesn't find it necessary to keep details away from his darling. How would he have encountered his darling? What attracts him to anyone? I have this thought of Lyney meeting her when he's on a mission to uncover some secrets behind his darling's parents, her mother to be precise, it's hard enough to find an opportunity to flee and enter someone's room, lucky him that she likes him, though it had been subtle that they had invited him and his sister to their home to observe him, the hints were clear enough and their mission had been a success.

What was more interesting was how he never got to talk to her, her parents were doting and likable so she should be the same more or less, shy. Maybe, he doesn't know. Their visit was pleasant and there wasn't any reason for bad blood, however, he was curious to know their daughter.

He would keep a closer eye on his audience from then on, or on the streets, in case she was to be seen, and then, voila, she appeared on one of his magic shows, testing his theory hadn't been tough, watching her eye something else whenever he looked her way was amusing. After the show, greeting her had been enjoyable, luckily her parents seemed to leave her alone with him whenever Lynette was with him.

She was genuine, sheltered from the harshness of the world yet so knowledgeable and cunning about everything, he found himself drawn to her. How could one be so untrusting when everything has been good to them? Thus, the gears would start turning, and soon, he would know. Only to realize far too late that he's in her life too deep now.

4. Dark habits or shadows of their personality.

Growing up needing attention and wanting attention can be problematic for any person, the need to be the center of the stage and do just about anything to keep it that way, clever magic tricks, dangerous tactics, you name it, Lyney has done it at some point in his life. It had been their livelihood to perform shows and gather money to avoid starving on the streets. Lyney had been the main since then, it worked out for them and they dared not change it for anything better, except for one point in their life and it ended in betrayal so they never attempted it. Lyney likes to do trial and error with his relationships with the people of his interest and it's the same for his Darling, figuring out what works and what doesn't is his starting point.

He may try distressing things to figure out what is a person's fear, and reason for anger, tears, and sorrow, he needs to know. For a more sensitive darling, it can backfire so he goes, 'I'm just joking, don't take it too seriously, I promise it was a joke!' 'I hope that didn't bother you much.' 'I love it when you smile while crying, you look adorable! See, you smiled again!!' he can be endearing that way, he's charming enough to make anyone talk about their feelings and trust him, his darling wouldn't stand a chance if they didn't remove their pink tinted glasses and see him for what he's truly doing.

He likes to position himself in front of his darling, always maintaining eye contact and chuckling whenever she looks away, by now, if darling trusts her gut instincts she would be very uncomfortable, but his smile would say otherwise. Of course, this all would change if you prove to be a good person who gets along with his siblings, one good interaction is all he needs to be lovestruck.

And once darling has endeared herself to them, he would try convincing her to cross boundaries, stay with him for the night, and sneak out with him, it would be a good time to bond, of course, he wouldn't force it, at first.

There's only so much he can do before sleeping beside her becomes essential. He'll do all sorts of things to convince her to stay, play, sleep, and remain.

5. How do they deal with irregular feelings or emotions?

He doesn't let it show outside, he knows better than to scowl at someone's mean statement, or at her parents' statement of how he's taking their daughter from them. It would be quite a predicament. Normally, he would try to be diplomatic about it all, butter them up, and clear up the misconception, but he finds it hard to do just that because they're right and he feels so giddy thinking that, a twisted sense of satisfaction overcoming him and he just wants to laugh in their face and speak condescending things. He won't though, he'll smile a big forced grin and walk it off later whilst complaining to his sister.

6. Do they let themselves get lost in the past, or present?

He's more present in the now than the past, he does think about it five times a day and lets it influence his speech at times, but it's rare to ever escape his mouth. Sometimes sure, but he tends to avoid it as much as possible.

7. How much of sanity do they possess?

A little above high, but when someone becomes akin to his family, one bad thing and it decreases significantly, he may not seem like it but when he's going crazy worrying over details and pondering and pondering, he can't help but pace around, and when bad notions come to mind he just wants to slam his head against something or pull out his hair, occasionally under extreme pressure, he ends up doing that. But it would take more than that to make him lose his sanity and do the most horrendous actions without thinking twice. He will shed many tears, but if his family is safe, he doesn't care what happens to his enemy.

Losing someone very dear to him is the major trigger that will cut loose all the ropes holding him down. Otherwise, he's pretty strong mentally, only when it comes to his family, he's pretty weakened.

A good thing to use against him, sadly.

8. If triggered, what would they do? Do they swallow their anger or just not contain it?

Well, the first thing he would attempt to do is poke fun at them in the shadows if they've hit a nerve and threatened anyone from his family if it's about him he doesn't care for it unless it's beneficial, angering him would be tough overall he's a performer so he knows how to deal with disagreeable people, pretends to have never heard about the nasty rumors involving him, he's sneaky and confident like that, unfortunately, that fails when it comes to family and darling, he wants to know who did it, when, how, why, everything and if this person doesn't know how to back down and eat their words, they might disappear entirely.

Nobody would know but hey, he left some clues.

9. Willingness to sacrifice their loved ones.

Not an option. He doesn't want to, and never will, family is important and I think he would do his hardest to avoid such a situation, even if it comes to that, he would sacrifice himself and make sure nobody is harmed.

10. Pushed to the brink of insanity, how would it unfold?

Let's say this cruel person tricked him into thinking offering himself up for sacrifice would save his siblings or his darling. Killed them when he was trapped and chained, he couldn't think of ways of saving them because he was too busy begging for them to be spared, sobbing and doing anything in his power to help, after the deed was done and he was left to the sight of blood, he can't do anything. He's frozen, and he's out of it. He may kill himself after it or die killing the person who made them suffer, all in all, the outcome is grim, and he's missing the pillars to give his support, he is willing to crumble to the ground and break into pieces. Seeing as they are sent on dangerous missions, this consequence is not impossible.

If his darling were to live, survive, or was never taken in the first place, watching him live for what little days he would persist is devastating, he wouldn't be his usual chatty smiley self, and he would wither away sooner and later.

But, if everyone dear to him is fine and dandy, one night he may approach the said person, sit them, take out his cards ask them to pick a card while he's smiling like his usual self, he doesn't let them escape until they've chosen their fate. He's going to laugh watching their expression shift and he may say a few words if he's not too upset.

'If only you kept your mouth shut, we wouldn't have to do this, pity...'

Leave the body in the open, wipe his hands, and after changing his gloves walk back home with a hop in his step, whistling softly and pocketing his bloody cards. Ohoh, the public is going to love the scene he left them with, the mystery, the 'what happened', and 'why' are all going to be circulating the next morning.

11. Are they too stubborn to get what they want? Or are they patient enough to wait?

It's a mix of stubbornness and perseverance, he can wait though if it yields the result he wants, otherwise, he is quick to tinker and manipulate things to fall into his laps. Say, if his darling were to figure him out and expose himself to him, slam the door into his face, and discard him from her life altogether, he would be very stubborn and persist to exist in her life and force himself into it. You see, he wants attention, he needs it, and she has to give it to him because then how would he live on? If coupled with desperation, he may say he was going to jump off a building and if she wants to save him, she has to come to his magic show. [spoiler: it was part of his trick during the show] Otherwise, that would be his final farewell.

He finds ways to bring his darling back into the picture or himself in her life, he's a jealous little Rascal and he doesn't want anyone else to take his place, he wants what rightfully belonged to him and was given to him, he doesn't want it to be stolen away from him. He earned it!

12. Dirty secrets.

Ahem, I'd like to say none, but I'm sure he has some. Sometimes, when he hugs his darling from behind and she can't feel him because she's asleep and there's nothing she can do to stop him, he just has to squeeze himself closer to her and wrap his leg around her tights and keep pushing till their clothed parts are so close, he pretends it's their first time sleeping together and takes advantage of the situation, because when else will he get the chance again? Of course, their real first time should be after they've been glued for life, he just couldn't handle it.

Even when darling is up and smiling, he pulls her to him and just enjoy the sensation of her skin, kissing her neck and relishing in the cuteness of her denial, might be the one time his darling feels violated and of course, he apologies soon after. He wasn't thinking straight.

13. Creepy things they like/dislike to do.

He finds it creepy when he watches his darling sleep, he doesn't know how to feel about himself when he stands there in their room or sleeping beside her, sometimes he coerces himself to sleep and rarely he can't sleep, over time it becomes a wholesome pastime for him and he doesn't find it all that weird.

And notice when he mentions something very specific about his darling's features, that's because he spent the majority of his time observing her. It can be creepy if Darling keeps a tab on what appeals to him and what he usually compliments her with.

Especially right after waking up beside him and hearing him whisper that in her ear. It would just be more flattering for an oblivious darling.

14. Moral compass, empathy, kindness.

His moral compass might be a little crooked, but he does have some no doubt, just that he doesn't show it often enough, being with the fatui has degraded him to some extent, stealing, lying, forced entry, all the basic things one has to do in the fatui, perhaps one day he'll be demanded to kill someone and he wouldn't have a choice. Empathy is a little hard for him to initiate unless he's trying to understand someone, situations, and so on, but he does let himself be empathetic around his family and a few dear friends otherwise, he's pretty carefree and nonchalant. Kindness he shows a lot, at least from what he has observed around him and come to know. Plus, kindness is what gets him into other's people lives and he will continue it till the day he drowns and dies.

15. Can they move on from one to another?

He might try, otherwise, it's nearly impossible he clings to any semblance of kindness and love, his darling proved him of it, he deserves the things he wants if not now then at some point indeed, of course, to make his darling jealous and come to him willingly he might pretend to be in love with someone else if it backfires and his darling just doesn't like him anymore, it might be time for him to kill someone in her life. He can be a hypocrite if he wants, gaslight her, and speak all sorts of things to get into her head and slowly but surely trap her in his life. Forever.

16. Do they have control over their anger and sadness?

Yup, in a normal situation, his control over anger and frustration is simply admirable, again if his family or darling is involved it is laughable how quickly he loses his cool and compresses like a balloon, he does things recklessly and doesn't think twice even if given time to reconsider. Sadness, I think he deals with it every day, or else he wouldn't have to be putting on a big smile and over-the-top cheerful personality. Behind closer doors, alone and with nobody to entertain, he drops his smile and leans forward, and he'll stay that way until sleep calls him or his siblings enter his room. Those times are simply too small and never lets himself be away from his darling or family.

17. If they are wronged, how would they go about it?

His first instincts would be to run and make sure his darling doesn't see him in an ugly light because he's a magician and he makes people smile, does tricks, and entertains, he wouldn't want her to see him any different he's lyney the grinning and famous entertainer he did his best to build up that reputation, he doesn't want to risk tearing it apart so face to face confrontation in public is rare, but he will appear at night with darkness around him and that person will have chills running down their spine seeing how cold and eerie he looks glaring at them, he attempts to lighten the mood with dark jokes and play tricks when they try to avoid him, he'd would be pretty annoying to deal with, and finally when he has spoken his mind he'll make them face death for a second then, he lets them live or they die with fear strucken eyes.

18. Do their eyes wander or are they too shy to look at anyone?

Oh! He's a confident rascal, his eyes wander everywhere to observe details and drink in his darling's features and her stature, he's a sneaky little parasite latching on to any attention his darling gives him and he'll have hearts in his eyes if it were possible, he is utterly in love and he wants to see her for all she is and he will not allow his eyes rest unless he's seen everything he needs to.

19. When sexually aroused, do they contain their desires or just give in to the urges?

During his shows, he's a little cautious about letting himself get excited and waits till the performance is done, at home or somewhere safe, he's pretty quick to go red in the face and tease back, the story is different if his darling is very resistant to desires and doesn't allow herself to be influenced much, it makes him so irritable and desperate, he'll beg easily in such state and he'll do everything he can to make her hands touch him, lean in closer than needed, slowly pull off his gloves and his cape, loosen his shirt and keep his hat down, make his darling sit beside him and within no time he's so close their shoulders are touching and his eyes are so focused on her, and his hands are just itching to touch her skin if he sees any indication of her trying to leave, he'll be quick to restrain by climbing on top of her seated figure and looking down with bedroom eyes, you see he's a little desperate today and he will say so, requesting she put her hands on him and let things happen naturally.

20. What would they do with themselves after they've been left behind?

Oops, his darling left him when he was busy looking at some gadgets he's so hurt! No problem though he'll find her soon, you see it wouldn't take darling long to grow tired of his presence and just try to ditch him on the streets and return home, duck down another street when she sees him coming her way. The first few times, she would be successful in evading him but as time goes on and he adapts the same tricks won't work and she will not be able to get away for a long time. By then, he'll have his arms wrapped in hers and he is not letting go until she comes home with him, has dinner with him and his siblings, and then maybe she can leave.

21. Will they control themselves from harming another person? Is it messy? Does it get physical?

Yes, at first he will refrain from harming anyone, let a guy talk to his darling while he's right there beside her and smiling a mischievous smile while clinging onto her like a kola, forcibly turn her face back to him whilst pretending something was on her face, it gets annoying after a few, it doesn't end there, any questions that are too personal to ask or just something he doesn't approve of, he'll squeeze his darling's thigh or hand depending on how far their relationship has progressed, play a few tricks and fool the person into thinking they are in danger it works like a charm on friends, not on families though. They are much harder to push away so he can have all his darling's attention but, hey, why take them out of the picture when he can just take his darling with him?

Sure, after he's done all the tricks in the book and nothing has worked, he'll get messy and he will use blackmail, past records, guilt trip, and gaslight, he'll do the psychological gimmicks in the beginning, pushing the boundaries and waiting to see if they he has to step in and get his hands real dirty.

22. Their kinks/fetishes.

I get the feeling he likes soft hands, bigger or smaller than his, he's just a little too focused on them, he looks at them half the time and if she allows it he's holding it, something about intertwined hands just gets him giddy, another thing he likes is dragging her hand to touch him all over and of course, it takes place when his darling is busy with something else and he likes to whisper into her ears while he's doing it, hide his face in her neck and hope it gets her excited.

This little rascal likes to tease and see how much she can withstand his advances, as mentioned above he tries to get touchy and pull her into a deeper kiss if she's resisting him, but he backs off when his gestures aren't returned and pouts, attempt to strike a deal and hope his darling is brave enough to take the initiative, for example, 'next time, you gotta be the one to kiss me, it's been so long since you've showed some affection?' if it works and darling wants to whatever he wants [which he likes] oh they are going to have a night he'll never forget.

23. Do they like children, are they understanding?

Yeah, he likes children. He is pretty understanding too so if he were to become a father and have his legacy continued, he would do everything in his power to help grow his kids into something, read them bedtime stories, braid their hair, and play hide and seek. He would be a cool dad and try to keep the little ones out of any shady business and protect them from things they shouldn't know, others ask where their mother is and who his wife is, around this time he and his darling are married and nobody other than family knows it so the curiosity when he brings a kid looking so familiar to him to a candy shop or a toy shop, it gets people talking. He doesn't seem to care much as rumors spread and if he could he would try to pin down whoever opened their mouth and make them disappear, he has got his wife somewhere safe with him, he's just cautious about letting her out without him since well, she acts like she hates him. Which she shouldn't, why? Because they have a child to take care of.

More likely than not Lyney would have baby trapped his darling any chance he got, you see he would like to give his kids the life he wanted and be very close to them. He won't force it yet, but he'll plant some seeds and see how his darling reacts, but he is rather sneaky and his darling wouldn't know when he got her pregnant. That time when he tried to perform a magic trick but it turned into something intimate? Or when he riled her up and made her lose her mind? Sadly for her, she's out of luck.

24. Are they controlling?

Not really. He is manipulative, to some extent otherwise all he cares is keeping his darling all to himself.

25. If rejected, what would they do?

Ohoh, well he wouldn't get rejected the first time he confesses, his darling would likely reject him after knowing him for a while and seeing his habits after they've shared a bed and needing to escape his overwhelming need for attention. Seeing all the disagreeable tactics he uses, no one would blame her. But would he take it nicely? Sure, he tries to, puts on a convincing facade, and shortly he'll want her back meaning he will do many things to prove her wrong and get her to like him again, what changed? If he was desperate because his darling was playing hard to get, being rejected would just steer him to force himself on her and pray no one noticed them when they vanished into a small alleyway. He'll play his magic and keep her asleep for a few days, then maybe he can try confessing again until she accepts.

26. Are they willing to confine someone to stay with them forever and live happily ever after?

Yes and no, he knows being trapped will just get her spirits down but if he has no choice then he wouldn't be all that empathetic, she made him chase her for so long now it's his turn to have some fun. Ultimately, kidnapping will still be his last resort.

28. Would they be able to live happily?

Absolutely, all he wants is his darling and his family if he has those two together, he will die happy.

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crusty-chronicles · 1 year

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Airheaded S/O Headcannons #5 Kakashi (Naruto)

He had known about you since he was a child.

And at that time he absolutely hated you

How could someone so careless and utterly dimwitted be a shinobi?

You were constantly fumbling missions

You were never on time (actually getting lost on the way there)

And you could never take hints

It was a miracle you never died.

But as he grew older and everything with the 3rd Shinobi War, he sort of forgot about you.

He wouldn't run into you again until after he started teaching Team 7.

Naruto had pointed out a new squad's unusual training methods.

"Look at those weirdos! They're balancing an egg on their finger! And I thought you were weird Kakashi-Sensei. Ha! Their teacher must be insane!"

The boy wasn't wrong, it was odd, but that's more of a thought he should've kept to himself.

Especially since the squad heard him

One of them lost focus and dropped their egg.

The other gave up in favor of chewing Naruto out.

And the last kept their cool.

It was complete chaos.

"How dare you insult our sensei! I'll have you know they're one of the strongest Shinobi the Leaf has!"

"Yeah right! If they're so great why haven't I heard of them!?!"

"I haven't even told you their name yet you loudmouth!"

Kakashi was about the intervene, (trying not to cause a bigger scene) when the boy arguing with Naruto was hoisted up by a familiar figure.

"Ryuuuu~You know better than to pick a fight."

The boy lost all the fight in him and hung his head in shame.

"I know, but he was disrespecting your training."

And then Kakashi saw you in full.

That dimwitted kid he assumed would become nothing, was right in front of him.

You'd become a teacher and a Jonin.

And you still had that overly dopey look.

"Then you'll just have to prove him wrong, won't you?"

And it seems you actually matured.

He decided now would be the best time to re-indroduce himself.

He was curious to know just how the hell you got where you were.

"Y/n, long time no see."

And you gave him the blankest stare he's ever received in his life.

He felt a little self-conscious then because what if you had held a grudge for the way he treated you as a kid.

"I'm sorry??? Who are you???"

You didn't remember him??????

"Kakashi. We were acquaintances when we were kids. You were in Gai's squad right?"

Usually when people heard his name, it was immediate recognition.

But you continued to give him a blank stare for another two minutes before the dots finally connected.

"Oh...Ohhhhhh!"

Thanks goodness

"You're Gai's rival! The one he could never beat! How cool I get to meet you in the flesh!"

Kakashi was distraught because not only did you not remember him, but you only recalled him from Gai's stories.

But maybe it was a good thing you didn't remember him.

He could start fresh

And it would be nice to have someone to talk to that didn't constantly challenge him.

So he keeps finding ways to bump into you, just to take a peak inside that mind of yours

Realizes that no, you haven't outgrown your stupidity.

And it's not an act like his carefree facade

You still trip over nothing

You still have trouble deciphering secret documents

And you still can't find your way to meeting areas.

But unlike Kakashi's 'An old lady needed help' excuse, you just right out and say you got lost

And it catches him off guard everytime.

Your students adore you and after teaming up with your squad, he understands why

Whenever Naruto and Sasuke fight, he let's them sort it out themselves.

When your students fight, you make them perform such an outrageous act, that they forget what they're arguing about.

Instead of trying to one up each other over the smallest of mistakes, they actually work together because 'the faster we finish the mission, the more time we'll have to pick out a place to celebrate.'

But the one thing he still doesn't understand is how you became a Jonin.

Sure you were a great teacher, but you were still incredibly careless.

And then he finally sees your monster strength after the two of you had been ambushed on mission.

He didn't even have time to awaken his sharingan before you launched into action

There was no special jutusu's, no chakra based attacks, and no Kekkei genkai.

Just you downing enemy after enemy with Taijutsu

And he was so surprised, because you, the knuckle head idiot who even Obito could outsmart, had defeated about 30 Shinobi in less than 5 minutes

He understands clearly now how you got as far as you did

And it makes him feel a little guilty inside for the way he judged you

He seeks you out more frequently from then on, wanting to see what else you've been holding back.

But then he starts to notice the little things about you

Like how your socks are always mismatching

How when you can't read an important document, you have a student of yours read it out for you. (Those are secret for a reason dummy)

Or how whenever you see him, your eyes seem to light up a little more.

And goddamnit he's got a crush

He won't tell you for a long time

But there will be hints

He'll hold your hand in crowds because he's worried you'll wander off and get swept away

He'll request more missions with you even if it's a one man job

He'll take off his mask around you, knowing you won't make a big deal.

He'll be even later to meeting spots because he knows you got lost on the way and he wants to be the one to lead you there.

He doesn't tell you about his feelings for the longest time because he doesn't think he could take it if something happened to you.

If he let you into his life just to be taken away like everyone else.

But time and time again you prove your strength to him

And little by little his walls break down.

He's a sucker for romance as proven by his taste in books (not the Icha Icha novels 😭😭😭) so he'll try to confess using the traditional methods.

(we've got another one fellas)

Dinner dates, bringing you flowers, trying to woo you with his strength

But you never get the idea.

Not until he's ranting to Gai, the only other person closest to you, about his failures. Because at this point, he would take any help given.

He was already straining himself by being this forward, not used to being forced to confront his emotions.

"I just don't know what it's gonna take for Y/n to understand I like them."

And Gai sees you peaking over Kakashi's shoulder, with the other male not noticing you. And he gets a brilliant idea

"You like them?"

"You know what I mean."

"I don't believe I do rival. To understand one's own emotions, they must verbalize it to the world."

The copy ninja had never been so flustered.

Verbalize his feelings?

Not a chance

It was just too embarrassing.

But Gai's plan wasn't for Kakashi to take the bait. It was for you. And take the bait you did.

"I love you!" So proud and happy and everything pure.

And Kakashi jumped because he was completely unprepared for it.

He turns to face you red in the face, while you're beaming up at him.

No embarrassment.

No regret

Just you with nothing going on up top

Head empty

And he's so smitten he pulls you into a hug.

Not a kiss, his heart's not strong enough for that yet. It's something he'll need to build up on.

He's a total dork when it comes to romance so all his nicknames for you are the lovey-dovey ones

Calls you love, honey, sweetheart, baby, dear, darling

He introduces you to his ninken and they straight up prefer you over him. You always bring over treats for them and have the energy to play with them.

Kakashi doesn't get jealous, but he gets very insecure

When other women or men flirt with you, you don't realize it. But Kakashi does and he thinks you might prefer the advances of the other party more than him.

But then you're always walking away from the other person because you saw him start to sulk.

You find him and squish his cheeks going-

"Why are you sad. C'mon and smile for me my pretty boy."

And he's so 😍😍😍 because you called him pretty.

And then he's blushing real hard because you also called him yours.

It always gets him to forget about the other person and cement the idea that you chose him

He's also fiercely protective of you.

Yes you're strong and can handle yourself, but there's always a possibility you could be killed.

And that's enough of a reason for him to never let you take on a mission by yourself

If the wrong person were to use your stupidity to their advantage.......

You're never allowed to fight by yourself

Please don't go without supervision

He doesn't want to lose you 🥺🥺🥺

UP NEXT: Sebastian Michaelis

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devildomditzy · 1 year

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Happy (late) Valentine’s Day! 💌

I will be your little messenger of a dose of Mammon x MC content 😌 Based on your votes from the valentine’s day poll 💘

🚨🚨This should be fixed now! God that was more stressful then it needed to be. Tungle dot com is a broken site.

Part one of two 💛💐🐏

Triggers/Warnings/Content Tags: Fem reader, Smut lies ahead (mainly in part two lol gotta keep you on your toes), dom-ish Mams, a little ooc

This work is +18 plus! Minors, shoo!

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He wanted to be romantic.

He really did.

He had done everything right tonight. He had planned for weeks, saving up from his modeling gigs and occasional side jobs just for you. He laid (some form of demonic, yet perfectly safe once pulled apart) flower petals in a trail leading you into his room and up the stairs to his car where he was waiting for you, presents in hand.

Bouquets, chocolates, those little weird jelly filled sweets you loved so much for some damn reason that he thinks are disgusting.

A box that contained a shining gold necklace with his initial on it which he delicately clipped around your neck. A stunning outfit to wear to your dinner reservations tonight.

He took your hand and walked you to the passenger side door, opening it and helping you in, careful to not mess up your perfect hair which he had asked Asmo to do as a distraction while he got everything ready for you.

He thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, even on your bad days. But, Diavolo help him there was just something about you getting all dolled up for him that made his greed roar to life inside his chest.

He’d opened your door when you both arrived, walked you in on his arm, pulled your chair out for you, you know- all that chivalrous bullshit Lucifer instilled into him, but you seemed to like it so it was worth it.

He really wanted to be romantic.

There was just one oversight he hadn’t quite thought out.

Eyes. Everyone’s in fact, glued to you from the moment you walked in. And while normally he loved to show off his various valuables and treasures, he’s torn between letting you experience the evening he had planned out for the both of you, or picking you up right now and hightailing it out of here to somewhere more private, just so he’s the only one who can see you looking like this.

The waiter catches him off guard as he’s lost in thought, and he quickly agrees with whatever demonus recommendation he made to get him to scurry away. You shoot him a worried glance, and he almost feels bad for letting his mind wander away from this moment. Almost.

You reach a tentative hand out to lay atop his that nervously drummed against the table. “Mams, everything okay?”, you question.

“Hmm? Yeah, fine. Just peachy.”

He doesn’t mean to be short with you, and he knows you can see through any facade he attempts to throw up, but you seem to let him get away with this one, making a small “hmm” at him and looking back towards the menu.

How could he think about eating at a time like this? The only thing he wants to do is rip the throats of everyone in here who dared to even look at you-

“Have you been here before? What’s good? Or you know, what’s something I’ll find at least half edible?”, you giggle at him, flashing your bright, beautiful smile. The one that makes his head spin and his thoughts run blank. You really outta cut that out, ya know.

You let him order for you, and he orders the same, too lost in his thoughts to care about dinner. He couldn’t care, not when he’s busy catching the eyes of every asshole that was gawking at you, meeting their stares with a steely glare that looks if to say “don’t even dare”.

The night goes on without a hitch, and he finds himself easing back into conversations with you, simmering down from his jealous height with the help of your calming presence. He didn’t wanna ruin tonight for you after all- This was all about having fun and relaxing, getting away from the others so he can let loose with his emotions a bit, let you know how he really feels.

He’s actually gotten so relaxed he’s smiling, laughing even! What was he so worried about to begin with? Even if every damn demon in the devildom tried to get at you, they’d fail! Why? Because he’s your first man! Your protector! He’s The Great Mammon! Of course you’re head over heels for him-

His thoughts get cut off when the waiter comes back to the table, handing you a small piece of paper.

“Oi! Why’d ya give the lady the bill. Of course I’m payin’ for our date!”

But when he looks down, his eyes are not met with a bill. They’re met with a note with crudely drawn numbers on it. Ten of them to be exact.

“Wha-Are you serious right now!”, he all but yells, rising to his feet and slamming his hands on the table.

“It’s valentine’s day! We’re clearly on a date! And you’re trying to give her your number?”

The waiter takes a step back, clearly a bit shook by your demon’s demeanor. In a small voice they plead, “I-I didn’t know. I just thought-”

“No no no ya didn’t think anything! Do you even know who I am? And yer bold enough to try a stunt like that!?”

You clearly see the situation tumbling out of control, now noticing the eyes that have been on you all evening, but now they’re trained on your loud mouthed boyfriend. You once again reach a hand out to grab his. “Mammon, cmon now, people are staring”.

That one struck a nerve.

And he really wanted to be romantic tonight too.

He takes a deep breath while his hands ball into fists. You’re racking your brain trying to figure out what he could possibly be upset about as his aura changes, onyx horns spiraling out and leathery wings unfurling out to their full span. Gone are his nice dress clothes, replaced with his cropped jacket getup you were all too familiar with.

When he opens his eyes, his gaze is no longer on the startled waiter, but instead on you. “That’s the problem! Don’t ya get it!? People have been staring at ya all night! Hell- The whole damn Devildom’s been staring at ya all night! It’s like I’m not even here! It’s like they don’t even care that yer taken! They’re looking at ya like they wanna take a bite outta ya!”

You blush furiously at his statement, wondering how you could overlook such a big detail. Had people really been staring at you? Was the waiter not the only one?”

“Mammon…”

“Cmon, we’re leavin,” he spits, grabbing your hand and pulling you up from your seat and towards the door.

The nervous waiter calls out to him, “B-but what about your bill?”

Mammon huffs and turns back around slowly. “Put it on my tab”, he grits through his teeth.

He walks about another three feet before raising a hand up in the air. “Actually…my brother’s tab.”

Mammon’s still Mammon, even if he’s frustrated.

With that, he pulls you out of the restaurant and towards his car.

The car ride home is silent, albeit the low hum of the radio and Mammon’s heavy breathing. He’s gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles have gone white.

“Mammon…is everything alright?”, you ask for the second time tonight.

Only now, his emotions seem to peek through.

“Gah- I’m sorry. It’s not you, it’s j-just. Do you see the way everyone looks at you? An I mean of course they’re lookin’! Ya look so damn good! But when it happens sometimes I just- It’s like-”

You reach out and touch his arm, encouraging him to continue. With the gesture, he turns and looks over at you, face softening.

“It’s like, I wanna be the only one to look at you, ya know? I wanna be the only one who gets to see ya all dressed up. If I could keep ya all to myself, I would in a heartbeat. A-An I know it’s greedy and it’s not okay but I can’t help it-”

“Mams”, you cut him off. “I understand.”

“Ya what?”

“I said, I understand. You don’t think you’re the only one who gets that way, do you? I mean, you’re a literally model! You look good 24/7! And you get printed in all those magazines and posted everywhere and tons of people fawn over you. But, sometimes, I want to be the only one who gets to see you look like that. I want to be the only one that makes you smile, I want to be the only one you share your time with. I get greedy too.”

You continue on, flashing him that smile that drives him crazy.

“It’s okay to be greedy sometimes.”

You watch his eyes grow at your sentiment, never once stopping to think you’d feel the same way. Seemingly stuck in a surprised stupor, you take his free hand, dragging it over and placing it on your thigh. You revel in the way his breath hitches.

“W-whadda ya think yer doin’?”

“Letting you be greedy”, you respond, moving his hand slightly higher. His gaze stares down at where your skin meets.

“I-I dunno if I can hold back if I do…”, he trails off, a look of worry on his face, but a tinge of something else in his eyes.

“Don’t want you to. Want you to have your way with me.”

You don’t miss how his grip minisculy tightens around you, nails digging in.

“But, you have to wait till we get home”, you tease. You’re met with a frustrated growl as he retracts his hand, returning it to its place on the wheel.

“Fine, ya little succubus. But as soon as we get home, you’re mine.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

As soon as his car comes to halt inside the makeshift garage in his room, Mammon clambers out of the drivers side, taking long strides to beat you at opening your door.

A gentle hand reaches out to help you step out of the car.

And as soon as you do, you’re slammed up against it.

Heavy hands find your waist, gripping it firmly and tight but still like you are the most fragile porcelain doll, made entirely of glass.

His lips quickly find your neck, instantly latching onto your pulse point without giving you a second to think.

“Wow, really n-not holding back are you?”, you question at his ferocity.

He breaks contact with your shoulder that he was busy biting down onto to look into your eyes. “Oi, remember who started this, huh?”, he says, surprisingly low.

“If I remember it correctly, it was you in that restaurant with your tantrum”, you chide.

He brings himself within a hair’s width of your lips. “An if I remember correctly, you gave me permission to be as greedy as I want with ya.”

You can’t deny the pit of desire that starts to bubble in your stomach. It was always exciting to see him be riled up, not bothering to hold back behind his tsundere tendencies.

“Honestly, do ya really know what yer doin to me in that little outfit? Wearin’ my initial on yer neck?”, he groans, bringing a hand up to play with the gold chain lying on your chest.

“Mammon, you picked all this out”, you laugh.

“I know, I’ve got great taste don’t I?”, he shoots you his signature smirk that appears anytime he’s feeling cocky before closing the gap between your lips.

Your lips mold perfectly with his, as you try to keep in rhythm with him, but his pace is quick and almost aggressive as he forces your mouth open with his tongue, slipping it in with a messy clack of teeth and saliva. Knowing fighting for dominance would be futile, you allow him to take the lead.

Feeding straight into his ego, you moan into the kiss, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. You feel the edges of his mouth upturn as he smiles into it. Purposefully now, you continue to make these little noises, knowing exactly what you were doing to him.

He pulls away once more to look down upon you, eyes half lidded and voice mocking. “Ha, do you hear yourself right now? So damn needy for The Great Mammon.”

Exactly the response you wanted to hear, you continue to stoke the fire you’re lighting underneath him. “Mhm, only for you, Mammon. My first man, my only man.”

This seems to do something to him, as he grunts and shoots his hands down to your thighs, gripping tightly to lift you, wrapping your legs around his waist.

As soon as he’s got you in his grasp, he continues his assault on your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to break skin. Once again, a being with such power treating you like glass.

He pulls away once he’s satisfied, a string of spit connecting his lips to your neck. The dark look in his eyes makes your head spin. He seems to feel your eyes on him, shooting his own up to hold your gaze while trying to catch his breath.

“Ha”, he breathes out, “That’s better. Now everyone can see who ya belong to.”

"Hmm, I don't know. I think I need a little more convincing", you purr, grinding your hips against his so your core met with the protrusion now growing in his jeans.

"Fuck, ya really know how to get me goin'. Ya sure you're prepared for the consequences? ".

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urdepressedslut · 11 months

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Stray ❝part six❞

♡ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader/The Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You run into someone from the past, no way this can be real? Bucky finds you in distress, and is there to comfort you.

♡ Warnings: dark themes, angst, abuse, nightmares, fluff, language

Part 7

After sitting on the porch steps until the sun went down, you headed inside without another word to Bucky. Desperately needing your brain to shut off, no more thinking.

But you were never that lucky.

You stayed curled up on your bed, having a staring contest with the ceiling until your body didn’t have the strength to keep your eyes open anymore. You wish it didn’t have to be so difficult, but you didn’t complain, and welcomed the darkness.

For the first time, your mind wasn’t wandering, wasn’t latching onto horrifying memories to drown itself in. Instead, you found nothing, like a blank page in a notebook. Nothing pulled your focus, only the never ending emptiness. Although unsettling, you welcomed the view immediately.

Until a loud scream from downstairs frazzled you from your thoughtless sleep.

Sitting up in bed, your body felt tingly, skin erupting in goosebumps in fear. It wasn’t uncommon for you to wake in the middle of the night. The strange, eerie noises weren’t new to you either, but something about the way that scream sounded, it had been too clear.

In nothing but your silk nightgown, you padded down the stairs, in random curiosity. You should’ve been more scared, but perhaps this was becoming your normal.

The house was dark, and deadly silent. Only the sound of the creaking steps could be heard.

“(Y/n)…”

A voice whispered from downstairs, making you clench your fists anxiously, forcing yourself to swallow through the tightness of your throat.

You couldn’t distinguish the voice, it didn’t sound like Bucky. The thought of someone breaking into the house added more panic, and you couldn’t help your mind to wonder first…

Was Bucky okay?

Making it all the way down the stairs, you were met with darkness, the house looking vacant. Bucky was nowhere to be seen, his makeshift bed on the living room couch, gone.

“Bucky?” You whispered out, hoping he was around somewhere.

Your chest suddenly ached, the familiar burn returning in your nose. The thought worked it’s way to the front of your mind.

Did he leave me?

You couldn’t help the tears that trailed down your cheeks, the betrayal physically trying to rip your heart from your chest. Soon you were quietly sobbing, gripping the couch cushions from behind, occasionally clenching your eyes shut, opening them in hopes he’d appear. The threat of an intruder was forgotten, the aching pain of being abandoned consuming you.

“Sweetie?”

The horrifyingly familiar voice spoke from behind you, your whole body freezing, limbs stiff in disbelief. With a tear stained face, you turned slowly, your fear blown orbs meeting with a pair of eyes you thought you’d never see again.

“M-mommy?” You gasped out, the name sour rolling off your tongue.

Mother’s eyes held warmth, tenderness. Her smile was inviting and infectious, but you knew better. She outstretched her arms, opening them, silently inviting you to her embrace. You couldn’t help the flinch when she had moved her arms, remembering her touch too well.

Mother’s happy facade slipped the slightest bit, falling back into a fake smile when she caught your flinch.

“Come here daughter.” She cooed, her voice smooth like honey, mocking the warmth a true Mother would have.

Your feet were frozen in place, body shaking slightly in panic. She couldn’t be back, no.

“This isn’t real.” You muttered to yourself, digging your fingernails into your palm, cutting the delicate skin in attempt to wake from this nightmare.

“Oh honey… It’s very real. I’m real. I’m not dead.” She told you genuinely.

Tears unknowingly began to fall from your eyes again, overwhelmed with the image of your Mother standing before you.

“Yo- you’re d-dead.,” You mumbled to yourself, You’re dead.” You continued to repeat, hoping that you’d somehow believe yourself.

“That’s all you want you little bitch! Wishing I was dead! You’re a waste of space you fucking demon!” Mother spat venomously, the false warmth and comfort gone like it had never existed.

Flinching back from her words, you couldn’t help but be ashamed at the normalcy of it all. This was your normal, or it used to be that is.

“Not real… You’re not real.” You repeated, heart pounding, your ears ringing in alert.

Your mumbling only made her angrier, though she hadn’t made a move towards you yet, the suspense of when she’d pounce was killing you.

“You’ll see soon enough how real I am… When I’m cutting off your chest while you’re still awake! Then you’ll see how real I fucking am!” Mother screamed, her threat chilling, bile collecting in your throat.

“No…” You whimpered out, ”You’re not—”

“You finish that and I will shatter your fucking spine, you hear me?” Mother warned, taking slow steps towards you.

Feeling the bile threatening to shoot up, you keep your lips sealed. Trembling, tears painting your cheeks, neck and chest.

“I just wanted to see my daughter,” She spoke softly suddenly, “But I can see you’ve been bad. You know what has to happen, right honey?”

A sob escaped your lips, the scars littering your back aching from just the thought of what was to come.

“Now, turn around. Take your dress off.” She demanded.

Almost instinctively, you had turned around with swaying steps, sliding your gown off, and kneeled to the floor. The tears were trailing faster down your cheeks now, in defeat. The sound of her whip was much like an old friend, familiar. You had been in this position many, many times.

Except before, you didn’t know of Bucky. Now as you prepared to count your slashes, you let your mind wander to Bucky. In a way, you felt comforted, despite him leaving you. The warmth you felt in your chest when you thought of him could not be avoided.

“Stupid girl.” Mother hissed, before letting her whip fly. The last thing you felt, was the agonizing burn on your back, before everything went black.

Bucky was staring into the wall, in hopes his brain would eventually shut off. His mind was everywhere, paranoia mixed with restlessness. Joy mixed with confusion. And then there was you.

He fought to keep himself from drowning in the sea that was you. He couldn’t help but feel some sort of attachment to you. You cared for him at his worst, even after getting to know him little, you offered your home. You were sweet and gentle, only ever doing what would make him comfortable, happy. You actually saw him as a person.

He didn’t know how long you’d let him stay until you got annoyed of his presence. But he’d stay as long as you allowed him to, until you sent him away. Even then, he’d want to stay. But if you told him to go, he’d do it in a heartbeat. He felt like he owed his entire life to you.

A startling thud against the window had him jumping from his spot, standing up defensively. His heartbeat was threatening to burst out of his chest, his pupils blown in fear. Afraid that they finally found him.

With cautious steps, he made his way to the window, the one that now had a small crack in it. With furrowed brows, and was going to head outside to investigate further.

Until he heard you screaming from upstairs.

Immediately, adrenaline was pumping through his veins. His body on high alert because you were in distress. Without hesitation, he forgot about the thud against the window, sprinting up the stairs.

Your screams were getting louder the closer he got to your room, which he’d never been in. Now that he was close to your door, he could hear the pure terror and desperation in your screams, causing his heart to ache.

Deciding that now wasn’t the time to be polite, he swung the door open, only to physically feel his heart break at the sight in front of him.

You were on the floor in front of your bed, nightgown pooling around you, leaving you bare. Thrashing around, with your eyes clenched shut, you were holding onto the edge of the bed frame, exposing your scarred back to him.

Bucky quickly sensed that you were having a nightmare, and without thinking, he ran to you, squatting down to your level.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)?!” Bucky spoke desperately, letting his hands cradle your face, attempting to wipe away the tears.

“It’s just a nightmare! I’m here with you!” He spoke loudly, listening to your screams die down, while your sobbing quieted.

Suddenly, you opened your eyes with a pained gasp, eyes wide, pupils blown in panic. You looked around in paranoia, the nightmare still fresh on your mind.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, I’ve got you. You’re okay.” Bucky told you softly, his gentle voice soothing you.

Your eyes locked on his and you felt your entire body relax, despite being so vulnerable, nude in front of him. You wanted nothing more than to feel safe and protected in his arms.

“Bucky…” You whimpered, voice hoarse and desperate.

Bucky’s eyes softened at your weak voice, his hands releasing your face, hovering by his sides.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you. Nothing is gonna hurt you.” He told you genuinely, his voice quiet and gentle, making sure he didn’t scare you.

Without another thought, you launched yourself in his arms. Burying yourself into his chest, snuggling your face in the crook of his neck. You kept your arms cradled to your chest, attempting to mold yourself into him.

Bucky’s eyes widened at your sudden movements, his body freezing up at the feel of your body so tightly snug against his. He could feel your body trembling, he could feel your erratic breath, warm against his neck.

You felt his body go rigid from your touch, and immediately you felt guilty. You knew he didn’t like to be touched, but you desperately needed a comforting hold. You needed his touch.

Meanwhile, Bucky’s rigid body was only because he was so shocked. The feeling of your body finally pressed against him. The warmth melting into his skin from yours. Your skin feeling as soft as he had imagined it would be. He couldn’t believe he’d been near you for months, without being able to feel your gentle touch. Now that he’s gotten a taste, he didn’t want to go without it. He was starved of touch, and you were suddenly filling the void.

Snapping out of his shock, he let his palms gently touch your textured back, feeling you lean into his touch immediately. He slowly pulled you tighter against him, fully wrapping his arms around you, caging you in his protective embrace.

You sighed into his neck, feeling his arms curl around you just how you needed them to be.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, (Y/n).” Bucky whispered, internally promising to be your protector.

This time, tears of relief and happiness started to run from your eyes. The moisture rubbing against his neck, only making him hold you tighter. You had never felt so protected, in his arms you felt invincible.

You tried to speak, but couldn’t find the energy to move your mouth. Your entire body exhausted. Instead, you shifted slightly, snuggling comfortably in his arms, letting your eyes shut.

You were quickly falling into a peaceful slumber, knowing you had someone to protect you while you were away.

Bucky’s heart swelled at your fragile, curled up form in his lap. Moving himself slowly, he leaned back up against the bed, holding you in his arms.

And before you were completely out, you heard the faintest whisper.

“My guardian angel.”

A/N: omg they touched 🥹 pls let me know if you’re missing from the taglist, and i’ll add you! how’d you like this part?? love feedback! 🤍

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hemipenal-system · 9 months

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Malware I

Reveria rolled her eyes, servos clicking in a way only she could hear, blinking apathetically as she turned her music up. She understood the stares, as much as she despised them. Mugorra didn't get many synthetics like her, especially on Outer Ring trains. The long, heavy shawl she wore covered most of her slender body, both to keep the sand out of her joints and to deflect any further stares.

She wasn't exactly subtle – people of all kinds drifted through here, but being a foot taller than the average human with glowing orange eyes and an extra set of arms made one stick out.

The job was simple. Get in to the storage container, get the silver case, and get out. Perhaps a tier below the usual bloodshed for a KALI-6 class synthetic, but she was doing her best to lay low and take whatever jobs would get her least noticed.

She was trying to sit somewhat still. The case wasn't large, but it was stuffed under her shawl at the moment, and occasionally a corner poked out. She shifted her grip again, moving her hand on the handle for a more comfortable position.

ding

She heard the quiet internal chime and froze. That noise meant something had connected to her. Nothing should have been able to. The shawl had a Faraday cage sewn into the fabric, and it was snapped snug around her. Wireless signals shouldn't have been able to get through, unless-

Shit. The fucking case. She ducked down into the shawl quickly to inspect the case. When she had taken it, she hadn't looked thoroughly enough at it, and had apparently missed the quick contact port in the handle that now stared back at her, her thumb an inch from it after swiping across it when she shuffled it in her secondary arms.

[Download Requested]

Fuck. Every urge in her body was screaming at her to hurl the case away. She had to maintain a facade of order. If she got the case out of the shawl it would block the download, but she couldn't take it out without raising suspicion. This was a poor district. No one carried anything like it here. She couldn't even cancel or acknowledge the download request because she was set up for somakinetic controls and that kind of movement was out of the question.

[Download Proceeding]

What the fuck was she supposed to do about that? She couldn't contact her handler this far underground, and she doubted he'd even know how to fix a software issue with her. She'd foregone her normal backers and picked up a quick contract in the area from a sketchy Vinteran because she was trying to stay within city limits. Something had seemed wrong with him the entire briefing.

Many species got edgy around synthetics, especially KALI models, but this was something else. The whole time they talked, his eyes kept flicking to the door and across the room. Anywhere but her. She wasn't that intimidating, and most people in this business had dealt with scarier synths than her. She'd seen his arms. For as many tattoos as he had, each signifying a kill, she knew he'd seen worse.

Wait. There was another tattoo. Three triangles surrounding an S. Fuck. She sighed, more out of annoyance than actual worry. That slimy, two-faced scaly piece of shit was a Trigonalist. Of course. She'd worked with them before, but it was always born of desperate necessity. "Terrorist" was a strong term, but they weren't the best people out there.

That explained the job, then. She'd wondered why this case was being treated as so important. Lab-grown neurons were a dime a dozen, even out here, and a case that could hold maybe five or six brainslabs maximum couldn't have been worth what she was getting paid to retrieve it, especially since they were blank. But if they could get a small object inside her shawl and download something onto her, like remote access software or a location log?

Well, a KALI-6 class synthetic was decidedly not a dime a dozen anywhere.

[Download Complete]

She instinctively braced up, preparing herself. She'd been cyberattacked before, and she'd lived. She knew what to expect. It was probably going to either be excessive, disabling pop-ups or a logger she could sift through herself and cull later. Nothing too hard to handle.

She wasn't expecting the sharp, drowning techno in her ears to fade out and replace itself with soft jazz. Nor was she expecting the silk-smooth voice that seemed to rebound around the narrow train car, reverberating from everywhere and nowhere.

Hi, sweetie~

She tried to move her eyes, looking around for the speaker without moving her head.

Don't bother with that, darling, I'm still miles away from you! I'm surprised I could even get a connection down in those tunnels!

No one else seemed to be reacting to it. Everyone's faces were still cast down, trying not to make eye contact. It was too late at night for social interaction, especially with this trigger-happy crowd. Accidents happened down here all the time.

Oh, no one can hear me except you! Don't bother asking them for help. It'd be a shame if anyone were to think the big scary killsynth was attacking them. It would probably get... messy.

No one could hear the voice except for Reveria. That made it easier. If it was coming straight from an external source and being processed as speech, that was likely a remote access software. If she could activate a virus scrubber and get into a dead zone, it'd be easy enough to disable.

Oh no you don't, cutie. I'm all clientside. Besides, we're having fun, right?

She needed to know who this was. If she could hold onto this, she could take it into an Enforcement station. Granted, they likely wouldn't be happy to see her, but they'd most likely let her off for bringing in a Trigonalist. Disabling her external speakers, she cast her voice across the link.

Are you a synth? It was hard to know these days. Speech synthesizers had gotten so advanced since Reveria's assembly days.

No, I'm fully human, especially the bits that matter~

What's that supposed to mean?

Watch this! A new screen flicked open, overlaying above the occupants of the train car, showing a video at half transparency. It was enough to pick out details, at least. It just seemed to be... shapes? What was she looking at?

Oh. Oh, six suns. That was human genitalia. Close to the camera and at a strange angle, but still recognizable. Reveria watched with a combination of incredulous amazement and horror as the dripping hole a foot from her face was split open by pale, slender fingers capped with electric blue nails, index and pinky resting gently on the thighs as middle and ring curved delicately through the glistening pink flesh.

Could a synth do this? Technically yes, since most synths were modular enough to install... equipment down there, and some even accessorized with it as a fashion statement, changing it out by the day, but that was beside the point.

Is... is this live? In real time, I mean?

Obviously! Only the best for a pretty girl like you! The other hand, previously out of the camera, descended into the shot holding something that made Reveria's temperature jump up a bit.

Synths didn't really have genitalia, but plenty of aftermarket manufacturers made compatible items for them. She was ashamed to admit she owned a few of different makes and models, but a girl had needs. The voice in her head was holding one of Placebo's Bruiser models, one of Reveria's favorites. It was long and slender, with a ridged underside that featured a camouflaged electroconductive strip that boosted the signal from the partially conductive outer shell.

Said signal strength was entirely customizable for the enjoyment of the wearer, meaning when the voice ran her fingers slowly up the length then circled them around the pointed end, Reveria felt it all as she tried desperately to not buck her hips into the sensation, her body involuntarily seeking more stimulation for the appendage she didn't even have connected. Fuckin' wireless transmission...

Aww, does that feel good? Don't worry, I'll help you feel it~ Reveria tried to brace herself as the feminine words in her ear ran their fingers along the length again before angling it and pushing just the tip into herself. To the synth's immense embarrassment, she couldn't physically stop her hips from slamming forwards, immediately thanking whatever spectral forces existed that no one on the train noticed.

Oh? Someone wants me, huh? Here you go, then!

The synth stifled a scream as the voice slammed the entire length in at once, arching her back slightly for a better angle as the synth was forced to watch and feel all of it. The voice, for her part, was clearly also feeling it, as the constant noise attested. Reveria couldn't think clearly. No matter where she turned her head, she could see the human practically bouncing on it, to speak nothing of the feeling which only grew stronger as the human leaned forward. The synth could feel the human touching her, one hand on her shoulder and the other pressing her into the seat with a force that she knew wasn't real but certainly felt tangible enough.

She got a momentary relief from the constant whimpering in her ear when the brakes of the train activated, the loud screech drowning out all but the words, This is your stop! Don't miss it!

The moment the train had stopped, the needy whines returned. Reveria managed to stumble to her feet, shaking like a drunken Turvoss, and stagger off the train. She had barely made it to the platform before the fire in her midsection caught up to her and her legs practically buckled as the world was drowned out in a sea of white.

Fuck, Revi, don't just stop! I need you please don't stop now! The sensation of the length being ensheathed again was so much more powerful now, and if Reveria had been halfway lucid at this point she would have picked up on the fact that the human knew her name. As it was, that was far more thinking than she was capable of. All she could think about was getting home. She managed to pool her brain function enough to find and activate the tracker beacon in her rented room, the slender white line tracing out a path in front of her that she attempted to follow, one step at a time.

The feeling was overwhelming her. It was unprofessional, but she needed some time alone. If she had anything attached to relieve herself with, she likely would have lost her composure and done it right there in the station. As it was, she just moved through the station as fast as she could, shaky, desperate movements drawing stares that she was too deep in a world of need to notice or care about.

She was halfway up the stairs to exit the station when it happened again, her entire body twitching hard then going limp as she frantically grabbed a rail to avoid falling. The voice just laughed in her ear as she did. It was only three blocks to her building. She could make it.

She wasn't even up the stairs when the next one hit. They were getting faster and faster, her increased sensitivity after each making it easier to drive her over the edge for the next.

You gotta get home, okay? I need you to pick something out and fuck me for real~

Three blocks. It was three blocks.

This was the door. The white strip on the street took a sharp left through the narrow arch. She crossed the threshold, holding the doorframe for support as she climaxed again. How many times had she? Thinking about it was too hard. There was nothing in her head anymore except for that delicious whimpering that seemed to increase in intensity along with her. She just had to take the elevator up to the eighth floor and get into her room, then she could cut the signal.

The hallway looked the same as it always did. Bare. Stumbling to her door, she tried the knob. Locked. She just snapped it off. Any measure or restriction of her own strength was gone. The door swung open.

Something was wrong. Her brain was getting sluggish, but she retained enough evidence to realize this wasn't her room. The sand-brown walls she should have seen were dark and lit with purple LEDs, and the furniture was all arranged wrong. Soft jazz was playing.

She had a sudden break of clarity, and felt cold all of a sudden as the figure sitting in the back of the room, lit from behind by a computer monitor, pulled the toy from within herself and tossed it over. Reveria's hand instinctively shot up and caught it, the liquid on it glinting in the harsh hallway light. She checked the tracker beacon she had been following. Where she had expected reveria.home in the namespace, she saw instead DEN1ZEN. This wasn't her building.

Hi, Revi~

#monster fucker #terato #hypnosis #(kinda)#synthetic #robot #robotification #robotization #wlw nsft #exhibition #fantasy nsft #sci fi nsft

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cam3ronsgirl · 10 months

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➤; I can’t even help but love you ❞

CW: smoking, modern au, strong language (fuck, bitch, whore, etc.), OOC Scaramouche, cheating (not on reader), angst, reader is a bad person, suggestive content (but no smut), scaramouche is referred to as scaramouche, this is a songfic, implied sex, and reader is implied to be female/feminine.

CHARACTER PAIRED WITH READER: SCARAMOUCHE / KUNIKUZUSHI.

A/N I just finished nana 💔 I couldn’t think of anybody to be scara’s wife so I used mona, I don’t ship ScaraMona. The sing used is “7 weeks and 3 days”

HERE YOU WERE. Laying with Scaramouche, no clothes on. Scaramouche grabbed a cigarette from the box, lighting it with your lighter that was displayed on his nightstand. He inhaled the drug, bringing the cigarette to his mouth. He took the cigar away from his mouth. Then Scaramouche exhaled, blowing out smoke in the process.

“I’m getting married to Mona,” Scaramouche said, out of nowhere. You gave him a blank look, with a specific look in your eyes. Though your face didn’t present a face of sadness, internally you felt the facade of happiness break down, like a whirlwind blowing down a building.

Scaramouche pressed the tip of used cigarette onto the ashtray. Now using his free hand, he placed his hand onto your cheek. He pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Can we go for another round?” Scaramouche whispered into your ear, his voice sounding seductive.

You shook your head, replying, “Scaramouche, I ca- We can’t keep doing this to ourselves, let alone Mona.” You got up from your laying position on the bed, getting ready to leave.

ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ꜱᴀʏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ,

When you said that, you thought you meant it. BUT HOW COME YOU’RE LAYING NEXT TO HIM, AGAIN? Only this time, the place being different. You and Scaramouche were in your apartment, laying side-by-side.

You thought that you would get over Scaramouche, you really did. But then, you came crawling back to him, like you always did. You’ve tried to abandon your relationship with him many times. And although he didn’t really care, you felt a need for him, like you needed to be apart of his life.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! You looked to your side, phone overloaded with notifications from your friend, Yoimiya. You reached for your phone, extending your arm to the night stand. Once your phone was in your hand, you pressed the notifications. The texts displaying the words, ‘(Name!’ ‘(Nameeee)!’ ‘(Name), are you with Scara again?’ ‘(Name), You know he’s no good for you.’ ‘(Name), fuck Scaramouche. You deserve somebody better, like Kazuha.’

You quickly shut off your phone, afraid that Scaramouche would see. But when you rolled to your other side, you saw Scaramouche staring.

“Was that the Yui Miya girl again?” Scaramouche asks, raising a brow.

“Scara, it’s Yoimiya,” you correct, giving a faint smile. You leaned into his face, pressing a teasing kiss to his lips. He rolled over to a straight laying form, letting you get on top of him.

You pressed another kiss to his lips, only for him to wrap his arms around your neck, pulling you closer into him. You heard his raspy voice mutter, “This’ll be a long night.”

ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

Mona had invited you over to their house to watch a movie, unaware that you’ve been sleeping with Scaramouche.

You rang the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer. You fidgeted with your fingers, nervous that Scaramouche would answer. But luckily, Mona came to answer the door.

“Oh welcome, (Name)!” Greeted Mona, embracing you into a hug. “Come in! Come in!” Insists Mona, pulling you into their home. You glance at Scaramouche, he was cooking in the kitchen. He quickly glances back, feeling your heavy gaze. He let out a light smirk, seeing how kind Mona was treating you.

“Hello, (Name)!” Scaramouche gleefully says. He waved, with an innocent smile on his face. Mona walks over to Scaramouche, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. Scaramouche wrapped his arms around Mona’s waist, pressing a kiss to her lips. He pressed another, and another kiss on her lips, pressing Mona up against the kitchen counter. You could hear Mona whisper-shout, “Scaraaa! Stop! (Name) is here!” Scaramouche only grinned at her remark, “Of course, Sweetheart.”

You could only watch. You watched the way Scaramouche looked at her, the way he wrapped his arms around her waist, the way he grinned at her. And you could hear the way he spoke to her, in a loving, calming voice. You felt a wave of jealousy overcome you, but you pushed back your jealousy, wanting to support your friend’s relationship.

Scaramouche saw this, he saw the look in your eyes that presented jealousy. And he smirked, looking at you in a teasing way. He knew you wished you were Mona, he knew you wished you were his lover, not his mistress. You wished you were the one who he wrapped his arms around, the one he’ll be with forever.

But you could only suppress this feeling, you could only wish.

ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴜɴ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴅʀʏ,

Buzz! Buzz! You lazily switched flipped to your other side, facing the nightstand. You let out a frustrated groan, having to extend your arm to grab your phone. “Who the fuck is texting me at this time of night?” You murmured, still half-asleep.

Phone in hand, you stared at the texts. They displayed the words, ‘Let’s meet up at Mameya Kakeru.’ ‘Now.’

You sighed, having to get ready at 10 P.M. But then again, you were quite happy since Scaramouche had invited you to one of the most popular cafés in Koto City.

You quickly slid on your best cardigan, enjoying the fuzziness of the fabric used to make it. You kept your night gown on, it was comfortable to wear and not too revealing, the end of the dress only being right below your knee.

———

The taxi had stopped, you were finally at Mameya Kakeru. You opened the taxi-door, reaching into your bag for 550 yen. You gave the 550 yen to the taxi-driver, waving him goodbye.

You walked into Mameya Kakeru, the scent of coffee crawling up your nose. Your Mary Janes were clicking and clacking as they moved against the wooden flooring.

“(Name)! Over here!” You heard Scaramouche call out, waving his hand. When you looked at him, you could see his fake grin. His facade of joy was usually displayed in public, to Mona, and other friends. But when he was with you, his facade of happiness wasn’t present. He was his true self with you, disrespectful and insultingly honest.

You walked over to the table he was at, seating yourself across from him. He gave you another hoax of a smile, gently pushing the coffee across the table to you. You grab the mug handle, taking a sip of the coffee.

“Why’d you wanna talk?” You asked, giving him a straight look. You quietly dropped the mug down, not wanting to disturb his train of thoughts.

“About our relationship,” Scaramouche ripostes, grabbing the coffee mug to take a sip.

“What about it?” You question, still staring at him.

“We need to end it. We need to stop,” He answers, staring at you with a cold-hearted look. He looks at his watch, getting ready to stand up.

“I need to go, it’s too late for me to be out. Mona might wake up and start worrying about me,” Scaramouche says indifferently, Giving you one glance before he stands up and starts walking to the entrance.

“Wait! Scaramouche! Can we still be fr—“ He cut you off by slamming the entrance door of Mameya Kakeru. You stared at the door, in shock. Then, you looked down at your coffee mug, tears about to spill.

ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴄᴇɴᴛ ɢᴜʏ.

“You slept with my fiancé and your the one fucking crying!?” Mona screams. “Please, Mona! I’m sorry!” You pleaded, more tears flowing down your face. Her rage grew more and more strong as you sobbed. Scaramouche was in the corner, finding your fight amusing.

You suddenly felt a sting on your cheek. Mona just slapped you. You stared at her in shock, holding your cheek gently. You bit your lip, trying to hold back another cry. But your hands moved on their own, they formed into fists as they aimed at Mona’s face.

Just when you were about to hit Mona, Scaramouche grabbed your wrist.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He says, tightening his grip.

“I was go—“ and before you could finish, he slapped you. You tried to push him away, you tried, but you couldn’t. You could only stare at him, in horror and disgust. And he glared at you, feeling no sympathy for you.

More tears dribbled down your face. You felt pissed off, not sad. But if you weren’t sad, why were you crying? Was it because of the pain, the way Scaramouche looked at you? You moved, you didn’t know you were moving, you just moved. You kicked his ankle, as hard as you could.

He yelped in pain. Mona muttered under her breath, “Oh please, you’re being dramatic, Scaramouche.”

“Ff-fuck! What the fuck, (Name)?” Scaramouche shouted, hopping on one leg as he held the leg you kicked. You quickly opened their front door and ran out, tears running down your face. You dared not let out a sound as you ran, not wanting anybody else in the neighborhood to hear.

ᴡʜʏ?

You sobbed into Kazuha’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around you. You found comfort in his warmth, and him. You sniffled in his shoulder, muffling the raspy sobs you let out.

“It’s okay now, (Name),” Kazuha says, trying to comfort you. His soft hands rubbed your back up and down, trying to calm you down.

You pulled away from his shoulder, you caught a glimpse of his worried face before you smashed your lips onto his. You mumbled against his lips, “I love you, Kazuha.”

“But you know you can’t.” He says, tightening his embrace. You knew he had a girlfriend. He got together with her after he confessed to you, but you were too busy with Scaramouche. He has confessed multiple times, but you could never reciprocate. Yet how come now, you’re the one loving him? And he’s the one not reciprocating.

You mumbled in his ear, “Let me go.” He complied to your wishes, and loosened his grip on you. You pressed a platonic kiss to his cheek, “I’ll see you around, Kazuha.” You said, bidding your farewell to him.

———

You booked a flight to the U.S.A, as you couldn’t bare being in the same country as Scaramouche. You kept in contact with Yoimiya, along with Kazuha.

Apparently, Scaramouche was now lawfully wedded. With 1 kid, and another on the way. You didn’t have any other information on him. Kazuha broke up with his ex-girlfriend, but he found a new girl. Her name was Sayuri, they have 3 kids, and are very happy.

Yoimiya is going to marry Ayaka, they plan on having 2 kids, and are living their happily-ever-after, too. You promised to be there for their wedding, Yoimiya wanting you to be the bridesmaid.

You were happy here, in America. You got a job as an actor, you were quite a renowned actress. You have a decent apartment, costing $65,000–70,000 per month. Luckily, you earned $120,000 per month due to your job as an actress. You remained single, not wanting to cause a scandal.

You were over Scaramouche. Completely over him. You had a chance for a fresh start, and you took it. Every challenge you’ve had to overcome, every problem you’ve had to solve, and every fight you’ve had to fight all led up to this.

You knew you didn’t deserve it, but you were happy. You were finally happy.

Hi people. Just so yk, I know America is a FUCKING nightmare.

Also i accept constructive criticism!! Byeyeyeyeyeyye, luv u <33333 also i might make a pt2. if smb wants one lmk.

#scaramouche #genshin fanfic #genshin #genshin scaramouche #genshin impact #kabukimono #kunikuzushi #scaramouche angst #genshin angst #angst #genshin kazuha #genshin yoimiya #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #crazy shit

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allfortzu · 11 months

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it's so sweet (you make me dizzy)

-- jihyo / tzuyu. 2.19k, smut ; first times // MEN DNI.

when has jihyo ever turned tzuyu down?

tzuyu has never been one to ask for help — she’s too shy, too quiet, and she doesn’t know how.

especially not for something so sinful.

yet here she is, in the living room with jihyo, watching the most filthy scene she’s ever seen playing on tv and very much failing to contain her imaginations.

jihyo seems less affected, face blank and unphased, and tzuyu wonders if she’s ever done anything like that with anyone before.

the thought of it rouses images of jihyo she’s always tried not to entertain, and a fervid heat rises to her cheeks uncontrollably.

“you okay?” jihyo asks, tone light, as if watching a scene like that together was second nature to her.

tzuyu keeps her eyes on anything but the screen — the ground, the table, jihyo staring at her with those pretty eyes that she’s never really looked at properly before —

curiosity gets the best of her.

“can i… ask you something?”

“anything you need, tzuyu. you don’t have to ask me if you can ask me something,” jihyo laughs.

tzuyu can tell jihyo's trying to play it cool, throwing an arm over the couch in some show of indifference.

she would feel guilty for making the atmosphere more tense than it already is, but the question gnawing at the back of her mind is unbearable.

“have you…” she hesitates, trying to find the right words without sounding too vulgar. “have you done…that before?”

jihyo looks at her, bemused.

tzuyu glances at the tv, the scene still ongoing, and glances back.

“oh,” jihyo breathes, letting out a soft chuckle at tzuyu’s word choice. “yeah, of course. why?”

a beat passes.

there’s an unexplainably sour taste in tzuyu's mouth at jihyo’s casual admission, and it’s a combination of jealousy and envy all at once when tzuyu murmurs under her breath.

“teach me?”

another beat.

“what?”

tzuyu keeps her eyes straight forward. the tv has turned off from inactivity, but neither of them move.

“sorry, it was nothing,” she says.

maybe jihyo didn’t hear her, and they can just pretend this never happened.

the silence is palpable.

tzuyu reaches for the remote, if only to find something to do.

but jihyo speaks again.

“no way you haven't had sex before."

it makes tzuyu wince a little when it's said so explicitly, but she's more overcome with relief than anything. "it's just never crossed my mind."

jihyo tilts her head slightly, capturing the corner of tzuyu's eyes with her gaze.

"it's crossing your mind now?"

"lots of things crossing my mind now."

"like me?" jihyo perks.

"if you don't wanna help, at least don't tease me about it, unnie," tzuyu huffs. "you scared me."

a laugh escapes jihyo, full and loud, the type where she grins and makes a sound and everything.

tzuyu suppresses the urge to turn around, intent on keeping up her facade, but jihyo makes it harder than it has to be.

then, she feels a push on her shoulder, gentle but insistent.

"lie down."

"huh?"

"lie down, tzu," jihyo repeats.

tzuyu turns then, eyes meeting jihyo's for the first time that day.

"you wanted me to teach you, right?"

neither of them look away.

"i'll teach you now."

another gentle push and tzuyu falls back on the couch. she holds herself up with her elbows, but they go almost completely weak when jihyo climbs over languidly, straddling her torso with a smirk.

a breath catches in her throat, a knot in her stomach where jihyo sits.

"is this okay?" jihyo asks.

more than okay, tzuyu wants to say, but the words get stuck. she's never seen jihyo from this point of view before – hair curtaining her face as she looks down under lidded eyes, a hand on tzuyu's chest to keep her in place. jihyo looks like she knows what she's doing, and it simultaneously calms and speeds up tzuyu's heartbeat. there's blood rushing wildly to her ears, a subdued heat in her cheeks rising from jihyo's intense gaze, but she manages a meek nod.

jihyo stays cautious of the racing pulse under her fingers, careful not to make too many sudden movements. "don't worry, we'll go as slow as you need," she reassures. "what do you usually like?"

"i don't know," tzuyu admits. "i've never done this before."

she feels a little insecure about it, like she should know what she likes, or at least know what she doesn't. she's an adult, and jihyo isn't that much older than her. there's a strange sense of inferiority because of that inexperience, one she knows is unnecessary but she feels anyway.

"that's okay," jihyo smiles, tucking tzuyu's hair behind her ear. "we'll try everything you're comfortable with and see how you like them. just tap me on the shoulder and we'll stop, okay?"

her voice is warm, full of affection – and it's like magic, the way tzuyu forgets her nerves instantly.

"i'm gonna kiss you now, tzu," jihyo says, leaning down slowly. it's suddenly quiet, her peripheral vision blocked by nothing but jihyo's hair around them, and the atmosphere of the room shifts.

tzuyu doesn't know if she says anything in response, but she doesn't start breathing until she absolutely has to. jihyo hovers before committing fully, breath hot against tzuyu's lips but still treading carefully. she watches for any reaction, any sign that tzuyu might not be as sure about this as she was before, any sign that it could've just been a slip of the tongue.

but tzuyu tilts her own chin upwards instead, pressing her lips to jihyo's. the knots in jihyo's joints unravel, and she reciprocates gladly.

tzuyu's too short circuited to move, sparks bursting in her chest and spreading all over her skin. a delicious warmth crawls from the nape of her neck and down her spine, setting out a low groan from the base of her throat. jihyo tilts her head for a more comfortable position, deepening the kiss ever so slightly, nipping lightly to test the waters. tzuyu sighs softly, raising her head for more. she clutches at jihyo's shirt when a tongue prods gently at her bottom lip, and she doesn't know what else to do but to open her mouth and let jihyo do as she pleases.

it's unfamiliar for a moment, until they finally find a pace, jihyo letting her take her time with it all.

they stay like this for a while, but then jihyo pulls back suddenly, reopening the gap between them. tzuyu's eyes flutter open drowsily, confused.

jihyo finds her gaze amidst it, asking, "how was that?"

"good," tzuyu mumbles, still partially dazed from that kiss, the feeling of jihyo's tongue lingering. her eyes flicker down, quickly distracted by jihyo's parted lips. "i liked it when you used your tongue."

jihyo chuckles at the insinuation, a puff of air released from between teeth. "mhm, i think you'll like it somewhere else more." she slides down tzuyu's body, settling in between tzuyu's spreaded legs comfortably.

tzuyu doesn't really catch it, but jihyo's teasing tone sounds promising enough for her to gulp nervously.

"but i'll save that for last," jihyo tacks on, winking cheekily for good measure. tzuyu gets all stupidly giddy for some reason.

"for now, though," jihyo continues, fingers resting casually at the waistband of tzuyu's shorts. she tugs lightly, "do you wanna keep these on or off?"

"off, please" tzuyu croaks, heat pooling at her belly steadily.

jihyo lets out a pleased sound, then taps at tzuyu's sides. "lift your hips up for me?"

tzuyu does as she's asked, and jihyo hooks her fingers over the band until she's able to pull the shorts completely off. there's an instinctual need to press her thighs together, especially once the chilliness of the air hits her core, but jihyo pries her knees apart.

"it's just me," she reassures, rubbing slow circles on tzuyu's thigh. "don't worry. do you still want to do this?"

"t–talk me through it," tzuyu says, voice high and quiet.

"i will," jihyo says, pressing a chaste kiss to her skin. it's gentle and sweet, and wholly unexpected. as requested, jihyo talks her through it, "i'm gonna touch you now, tzu."

tzuyu eyes fall close, but she nods her permission.

her panties are pushed to the side, core fully exposed now, and tzuyu squirms at the coldness.

jihyo doesn't seem to mind though, sucking in a breath before she whispers, "you're so pretty like this, tzu."

she dips a finger between tzuyu's folds, and the sensation that comes with is chest tightening and mind numbing all at once, tzuyu's back pulled taut and hips rising instinctively.

"ah–" she gapes, unintentionally crying out for a second before biting down on her wrist quickly.

looking down, jihyo's running a languid finger through her slit, gathering the wetness until her hand is covered in slick and squelching lewdly at each contact.

"have you fingered yourself before?" jihyo asks, still working tzuyu up but honestly, she's already more than ready to take jihyo.

tzuyu shakes her head, still intent on muffling herself.

jihyo chuckles . "that's okay, i'll show you now."

tzuyu's barely given a second to react before jihyo's prodding a careful finger into her cunt, slipping into her hole slowly, and tzuyu suddenly feels her everywhere.

this time, she whimpers so loud that her attempts at muffling it go futile, the sound escaping from her throat shamelessly.

"unnie!" tzuyu cries, abs clenching and toes curling into the couch, head thrown back.

jihyo bites on her bottom lip, and tzuyu can tell she's trying her best not to get too carried away for her sake.

"tell me if it hurts," jihyo says, making sure to watch out for any signs of discomfort. it's tzuyu's first time, after all, and she wants it to be perfect.

"it's– good," tzuyu manages, albeit in stutters, despite her eyes being closed tight and desperately grasping for jihyo.

jihyo notices, so she leans forward, letting tzuyu curl her arms around her neck and pull her in for a messy kiss.

tzuyu groans into it when jihyo starts moving her finger, pressing the pad of it into a spot that makes tzuyu go mad. soon, she's too preoccupied to even kiss jihyo properly, mouth agape in silent moans and face buried into the juncture between jihyo's shoulder and nape.

if it was anyone else, jihyo would find it in her to tease and edge ruthlessly, but with tzuyu's breathy gasps and weak clutches at her shirt, all jihyo can think about is how pretty tzuyu would look coming all over her, how hot she would sound.

it sets a newfound eagerness in jihyo, one that grows into pure, genuine endearment for the girl below her, and a simple wish for her to fully enjoy this. she brings a thumb to tzuyu's clit, flicking playfully before rubbing at it, along with gentle thrusts up to her knuckles, praising tzuyu through the motions.

"you're doing great, tzuyu, so good," jihyo muses, peppering kisses across tzuyu's temple as she rolls her thumb unhurriedly, just to drag the pleasure out. "just like that."

tzuyu has half a mind to respond, too caught up in jihyo's ministrations, and it overwhelms every single one of her senses. she pulls jihyo all the more closer when a heat starts building in her tummy, and somehow jihyo knows too, slowly increasing her pace and helping tzuyu chase that budding heat.

"i"ve got you," jihyo whispers, holding her tight, and tzuyu has never felt safer anywhere else.

her back arches as she digs her heels in, head pressed against jihyo's shoulder as she whimpers softly into jihyo's neck. it comes in gradual waves, rolling off her body pleasantly, a comfortable warmth spreading all throughout. jihyo prods every bit out of her tenderly, cooing all while tzuyu tries her best to ground herself.

once tzuyu comes down from her high, jihyo pulls her finger out gently, careful not to stimulate her oversensitive core. tzuyu's arms hang weakly over jihyo's shoulders, twitching slightly at the movement but smiling dreamily when jihyo looks up again.

jihyo's lips tug up at the scene, finding tzuyu's afterglow terribly cute. "was that good?"

tzuyu hums, still in a daze. "mhm, yeah."

she tilts her chin up to plant another kiss on jihyo's lips, giggling.

"you're a lot more touchy after sex, huh?" jihyo teases. "maybe you should come to unnie for help more."

she gets more giggles in return, tzuyu's mind completely out of it. "what was it you said about your tongue before?"

jihyo laughs. "still curious?"

without warning, tzuyu grins and flips jihyo over, putting herself on top with her tongue between her teeth, and jihyo's breath is knocked out of her lungs. the sight of tzuyu above her, forehead sticky with sweat and panting lightly, eyes dark and lidded with a gaze that wasn't there before — jihyo almost mewls.

"pretty please?" tzuyu asks sweetly, though her voice drips with sin.

she doesn't even have to ask, really — jihyo's never been one to turn tzuyu down.

especially not for something that feels this good.

oh... i don't know about this one yall... normally im bad at smut but this one was extra bad i fear 😭 definitely don't think i did jitzu justice at all, but nonetheless they're one of my favourite dynamics and i love writing for them!! it's a learning process, that's how i'm justifying this one 😴 and happy zyo's zone announcement!!

thank you for reading! interactions appreciated <3

MEN DNI.

#twice imagines #jihyo x tzuyu #twice smut #park jihyo #chou tzuyu #title: first time by twice #jitzu #this is such a good pic of them like they were matching each others vibes sooo perfectly i love them sm #so are they dating in this au now? are they fwb? unrequited love? who knows because i dont! goodbye #for someone who doesnt like writing smut that much i seem to be writing quite a few (albeit pretty bad ones!#twice fics

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