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glimmeringtwilight · 2 years

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I see you and I raise you: yandere ayato and enabler tohma who gets roped into it, eventually developing yan tendencies too

WAIT. WAIT YOU'RE RIGHT

I was just thinking like... Ayato being a worse/more controlling/sadistic yan and Thoma enabling his behaviors because this is his boss, he owes so much to him, he's really a good person underneath the surface and it'd be so much easier if you saw it that way too.

BUT if Ayato was the yan, roping poor, sweet Thoma into a kidnapping plot his... unconventional courting methods...

CW: Spanking(with a belt), drugging, kidnapping, yandere behavior, stalking, suggestive themes towards the end(no full blown NSFW). Focus on this is admittedly more on Thoma than Ayato but the next one will focus on Ayato, methinks. I just wanted to explore Thoma's perspective in this.

Thoma's reluctant, at first. He knows this is wrong. It's wrong, isn't it? Betraying your trust like this? But Ayato promises to share, promises that you'll be so much happier with them, living on his estate, being cared for...

Maybe you're struggling financially. You're struggling to maintain your business, which took a swift and sharp turn for the worse after the Yashiro Commissioner took an interest in you. But Ayato wouldn't do that to you. Thoma checked, and he trusts his lord's word enough that when Ayato swore he had no hand in the failing of your business, he believed it.

You meet Thoma while out running errands, scraping together what little mora you had left to buy what groceries you could. He saw the way you were carefully counting the coins, weighing produce to determine what weighs the most, what will last you the longest.

Thoma overhears you asking the merchant what foods keep the longest, sees the distraught in your eyes when she tells you that most of her stock is meant to be eaten within the week. It's not until you're counting your coin for the fifth time, realizing you can't afford everything you'd grabbed and offering sheepishly to put it back, that Thoma steps in.

"I'll pay for it." You refuse, at first. Of course you do. You're too sweet, too modest, you couldn't possibly ask him to do that.

It's exactly as Ayato said. Thoma had known you for a while, if only through word of mouth, but you were exactly like Ayato described you. Thoma thought Ayato was exaggerating when he described the lilt of your voice, the color of your eyes–

Thoma insists, paying the merchant rather than letting you continue to argue, and his heart flutters at the weary but grateful smile that lights up your face.

–the warmth of your smile.

It was no wonder his Lord fell so hard and so fast for you. Thoma sees it now.

The two of you become fast friends, as from that day on, Thoma constantly invites you out to meals at Komore Teahouse. At first, you refuse, still unsure of accepting his help, but the bite of hunger and Thoma's gentle persistence gets the better of you eventually.

He's over the moon once you stop turning him down, accepting his more and more frequent invites with a smile. Thoma just wishes his Lord could accompany the two of you, but with the repeal of the Sakoku Decree, all of the commissions have been busier than ever adjusting to the change.

You consider Thoma a trusted friend, and he's thrilled with the amount of trust you place in him. It's around this point that Ayato begins to intervene, pulling strings from the outside and tipping the scales in his favor as he works to convince Thoma to help him with his plan.

It starts off small. Your business stagnates. You can hardly find any customers at all anymore, you fail inspections you swore you'd pass, shipments get delayed, merchandise comes in damaged or doesn't come in at all. One thing after another, the setbacks piling up. You don't ask Thoma for help, but it doesn't mean he doesn't notice the bags under your eyes, the exhaustion in your gaze, the hunger wracking your body with constant trembles.

Ayato asks Thoma how you've been, how you're doing. Thoma says he's worried. You're really struggling, but despite your friendship, you refuse to talk to him about it or ask him for help, citing you don't want to become a burden.

After Thoma finishes speaking, Ayato suggests once more bringing you back to the estate. This time, Thoma looks much less unnerved by the suggestion.

It's for your benefit, right? And he's your friend. Of course he wants what's best for you.

But when they go over the details, Thoma hesitates. Ayato mentions that he'd hate to resort to rougher methods with you, that it'd be up to Thoma to convince you to stay at the estate (because they both know you'll refuse, more afraid of relying on others than you are of starvation, it seems). And when Ayato refuses to clarify after Thoma asks what he means by "rougher methods," instead smiling cryptically, Thoma refuses.

It's fine. Ayato expected as much. He can wait.

The very next week, your home is robbed. You come to Thoma, tears in your eyes, telling him you don't know what to do. Thoma realizes this is the first time he's seen you cry. He hates it.

Ayato proposes his plan again. Thoma agrees.

So, Thoma convinces you to meet Ayato. For you, it's another first meeting. You don't know that Ayato knows you, knows so much, too much, about you. You don't know that he's been sending Shuumatsuban to stalk you for months now.

The knowledge still puts Thoma on edge. He still knows it's wrong, still knows that there's something deeply invasive and obsessive about Ayato's behavior... But he'd never hurt you. Ayato would never hurt you, and Thoma certainly wouldn't let him hurt you either. And this is for your benefit... The ends justify the means, right?

Thoma hopes his anxiety doesn't show on his face as he leads you to your usual table at Komore Teahouse. You were nervous enough as-is, anxious to finally meet the man Thoma works for. You're not even sure why the Yashiro Commissioner wanted to meet you anyway, carving time out of his perpetually busy schedule for something as mundane as lunch with his housekeeper's new friend.

You reach for his arm, squeezing it to reassure yourself, and Thoma's anxiety fades.

Unfortunately for you, yours doesn't. You avoid eye contact the whole time, answering Ayato's questions with short, clipped responses. Thoma wishes you weren't so nervous, because he hates that he can't warn you as Ayato slips something into your drink before passing it to you. Hates that you almost spill scalding tea all over yourself, had he not been there to catch your cup as you slump against the table.

He just wishes you were a little more receptive. He didn't want to have to carry your unconscious body back to the estate, trailing quietly behind Ayato (who looks completely unbothered by this turn of events. Like he knew he'd have to drug you. Like that was the plan all along).

Drugging you was the backup plan. Thoma wanted to at least try reasoning with you first, introducing the idea of staying at the Kamisato estate slowly. He wanted you to go willingly, because he knows, like this, you're going to be scared when you wake up in an unfamiliar place. But it's hard to talk with someone who doesn't want to talk.

You were clearly too nervous for that conversation, and it was clear with your behavior towards Ayato that you weren't really interested in talking with the man at all.

Even so... Thoma can't deny that you feel so... right, tucked up against his chest like this. Your sleeping face is so cute, too, so peaceful. And you're so warm...

Yes, maybe this wasn't so bad after all. He'll be there for you when you wake up, to calm you down if you need it.

You, predictably, don't take it well.

You panic when you wake up, struggling against Thoma when he's at your side immediately, holding you and trying to gently reassure you.

"Where am I? Why am I here? Thoma, what's going on?"

The terror in your voice breaks his heart, and it's a good thing Thoma doesn't hold the key to your shackles because he'd have caved the second he heard your voice and let you go.

This isn't right. This isn't right, but he's in too deep now. He just hopes Ayato knows what he's doing. They can still fix this, they just... need to convince you.

Thoma's vague apologies do nothing to calm you. If anything, it makes you more frantic.

He has to clamp a hand over your mouth when you scream to keep you quiet (not that it matters, the servants were told not to interfere, fed some lie or another). His thumbs wipe the tears from your eyes, feeling like he's drowning at the sight of you crying. He hates it, he hates seeing it so much. You're killing him like this, you know?

"I'm sorry." You bite down on his hand but he doesn't budge, wincing at the pain. You gag and try to pull away when blood fills your mouth. "I'm sorry. I know you're scared. Please, just try to calm down. My lord will be here soon, and we can talk about this, okay?"

You're sobbing something against his hand, and he doesn't need to move it to know what you're saying, mind filling in the gaps between your muffled cries.

"I trusted you. I trusted you, Thoma, and you drugged me."

Thoma doesn't have the time to choke on his own guilt. Ayato finally enters the room, smiling pleasantly at the two of you, despite the heartbreak and despair on his housekeeper's face and the terror on yours.

Thoma holds you still as Ayato sits on the futon next to you, calmly explaining the situation to you. He doesn't say anything in opposition to his Lord, not even when Ayato makes it out more like you're their prisoner than their guest. Because honestly, that's what you are, isn't it?

You don't take it well. Thoma leaves when Ayato has to restrain you further to ensure you don't hurt them or yourself until you've calmed down. He can't bring himself to stick around, feeling sick when you still give him that terrified, betrayed look, begging him don't go, don't leave me alone with him.

For the first week, Thoma only visits you when you're asleep, if only to inspect you for injuries and ensure that neither Ayato nor the few servants tending to you didn't injure you in any way.

Ayato tells him that you ask to see him constantly. Even after he betrayed you, you still reach for the one comfort you know in this unfamiliar place.

He finally caves on the second week, stepping in to see you when you were reluctantly sharing a meal with Ayato as he pored over paperwork.

You immediately snap your attention to Thoma, sitting up like you intend to run into his arms, but the rattle of chains reminds you of your place. Your eyes hollow out and you turn back to your meal.

Thoma shoves down the guilt, moving to sit next to you. Ayato doesn't look up from his paperwork, merely muttering a quiet acknowledgement of the housekeeper's presence, and you stare pointedly at your plate.

It's unbearably awkward, but Thoma forces himself to grit his teeth and bear it, trying to insert himself back into your life if only to offer you what hollow comfort he can. It's his fault you're here, anyway. The least he can do is make your stay more bearable. Even if you hate him.

It... admittedly gets easier to do. Thoma finds it easier to justify as time goes on, encouraged by Ayato's reassurances that you'll come around, that- look, they've started talking to us again, that's improvement! See, Thoma? It's only a matter of time.

And you do come around, slowly. You stop ignoring them, start entertaining small, quiet conversations with them. It's not much, not yet, especially not when they have to lead the conversation entirely, and you only really answer for so long before clamming up again.

You come around, but...

You play favorites.

Thoma knows Ayato notices, knows he's not blind to the way you cozy up to the blonde much easier than you ever do with him. Ayato doesn't do anything about it, and Thoma doesn't know whether to be worried or relieved. Worried, because he knows Ayato's jealous of the attention you give him, he can feel Ayato's eyes boring holes through him whenever you're particularly affectionate. Relieved, because Thoma secretly revels in the special treatment.

It isn't until two or three months into your... stay, that Thoma realizes why Ayato let you play favorites.

Ayato leaves the room, leaving the two of you alone as he steps out to attend an important meeting with the other commission heads. It's the first time in several days, Thoma realizes, that Ayato has let the two of you be alone together.

Lately, it's like Ayato was playing your shadow, watching you more sharply than usual. Thoma wonders why. You've been on your best behavior.

You wait a few minutes after Ayato leaves to be sure he's gone before turning to Thoma with tears in your eyes.

Oh no.

"Please let me go." Oh no. Thoma understands now, why Ayato seemed so on edge lately. He freezes up, unsure of what to say. You pounce on his uncertainty, leaning forward and placing your hands on his cheeks. "This isn't right. You know this isn't right, Thoma."

His words catch in his throat when you lean forward to brush your lips against his own. He knows what you're doing. He's not stupid. But...

You kiss him and he melts.

What if he did? Would you stay with him? Would you run away together?

You shut your eyes so he can't see the reluctance in your own, and he knows you wouldn't.

Besides, he couldn't do that to Ayato. He owes the Commissioner everything, and as much as he may love you... that loyalty comes first.

Thoma breathes an apology against your lips when you pull away, and he doesn't feel so guilty at the look of despair that flits across your face, with his lips still tingling from your kiss.

Ayato smiles when Thoma comes to him that night and tells him of your attempt. He doesn't understand why his lord is smiling, but he realizes quickly when Ayato ushers him back to your room and hands him a belt.

You're half asleep, stirring when you hear them enter the darkened room. Ayato moves you into his lap, petting your hair and cooing when you relax, almost dozing back off to sleep. Selfishly, Thoma wonders if you think it's his lap you've been pulled into.

Ayato doesn't let you doze back off, shaking you gently awake until bleary confusion fills your eyes as you try to process the scene in front of you.

The leather in Thoma's hands feels heavy as he watches the pieces connect in your head. Confusion, realization, fear. His lord calmly shifts you, positioning you over his knee and forcing a piece of cloth past your lips when you try to bargain. Once he's done, one hand holding you in place while the other secures your wrists behind your back, Ayato motions Thoma closer.

"I trust you know what to do?"

Thoma gulps. "I do."

"Good. I think twenty's a good number. A fair number."

Thoma feels numb as he gets to his knees behind you. He refuses to meet your terrified eyes.

Ayato hums, thoughtful. "And don't go easy on them. If you don't do it right, they'll get another twenty from me."

You whimper. Thoma sucks in a breath, nodding.

Thoma raises the belt, striking your backside with it. You flinch, letting out a muffled yelp.

"One." Ayato sounds bemused.

The next one makes you whimper again, and Thoma wishes he could still hate himself for the way the sound makes him shudder. Ayato gives him a knowing smirk.

It's easier when you look away and Thoma can pretend the noises you're making are from different circumstances, that he's not hurting you like this.

At the halfway mark, you hiccup and sniffle, looking back at Thoma pleadingly, and he has to bite back a groan. His pants feel tight, and he might hit you harder than he intended to on the next strike–accidentally, he swears, he didn't mean to... But the way your eyes widen and you keen sends a bolt of heat lancing straight to his crotch.

The strikes blur together, and Thoma's glad he's not the one keeping count because it feels like hardly seconds pass by before–

"Twenty." Ayato takes the belt gently from Thoma's hands. Thoma snaps out of whatever the fuck that was, having the decency to be ashamed and hide his hard-on, curling into himself. "Thank you, Thoma."

He doesn't say anything, and Ayato's knowing smile never fades. The room is filled with the sounds of your quiet sniffles and hiccups. He watches as Ayato soothes you, cooing and trying to soothe the tender flesh as you shake against him. Thoma wonders if this is karma, watching as you relax against Ayato's lap, flinching away from Thoma's hands when he reaches for you.

Ah. Is that what it was like? Is this how his lord felt, all these weeks?

It's fine. You shouldn't be playing favorites, anyways.

Thoma gets up and leaves the room, ignoring Ayato's cheeky comment about helping him with his little problem once he's finished here.

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welcometomy20s · 2 years

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June 13, 2022

#255 - M.S.S. Phantom (M.S.S. Project) [Hatsune Miku]

Achievement Date: 16-05-04, Upload Date: 14-03-25

Third song from the Minecraft/Music duo, and it’s their turn to.. I guess, do a MARETU style song? I do like the echo in Miku’s voice. I really like the mix here, the hard rock and synth works pretty well, different from the other two songs, but pretty nice.

#256 - Nounai Kakumei Girl (MARETU) [Hatsune Miku]

Achievement Date: 16-05-14, Upload Date: 13-09-20

Here’s an actual MARETU song, his first one on this list. Electro swing rock, like most of MARETU’s songs, but the genre doesn’t really describe him very well. It’s kind of like the swing leans toward metal, like Korn. The song is quite cynical, I guess that’s why it’s a razor blade, compared to the risque songs of previous Human Zoo of Hell series.

#257 - Turaira Turaira Daddaddah! (Wada Takeaki) [Yuzuki Yukari]

Achievement Date: 16-05-20, Upload Date: 16-02-22

One of the four giant hits of 2016, and one of Yukari’s most famous songs. It’s about a jealous student who basically kicks everyone else out. The rocking beats and the titular hook line is one of the most celebrated and points Wada Takeaki into a direction that he would follow up with varying levels of success, although rarely a failure.

#258 - Tiger Rampage (sasakure.uk) [Kagamine Rin]

Achievement Date: 16-05-31, Upload Date: 10-08-05

Sasakure doubles down on his electronic style, apparently a re-interpretation of a novel. The song itself is basically about the future??? A lot of high-level puns here. One thing I really like about Sasakure is that even though his style stays, his vibes are very wide.

#259 - Solitude's End (hikarisyuyo) [Kagamine Rin]

Achievement Date: 16-06-04, Upload Date: 09-08-09

Very straightforward and very nice rock song from the queen of rock, Kagamine Rin. Song is kind of a lament of the lonely life of a rocker, pretty standard. Yeah, the producer is very good, it’s just that he’s basically a one-hit wonder, sadly.

#260 - Abstract Nonsense (Neru) [Kagamine Rin]

Achievement Date: 16-06-10, Upload Date: 11-05-06

One of Neru’s classic early hits, the lyrics are a very cynical look at himself, perhaps a reflection of his previous hit song. I think it’s one of the more underrated early Neru songs, perhaps due its personal nature. I do think it does good work though.

#261 - Nine Dragon Retro (Tohma) [GUMI]

Achievement Date: 16-06-13, Upload Date: 12-09-07

Nice rock song about the Hindu priest living in Kowloon Walled City. Pretty cool song, a typical of Tohma affair, but the imagery for this song is the most superb and I think it has a really cool static PV as well. But overall the song is par for the course.

#262 - Mono Poisoner (DECO*27) [Hatsune Miku]

Achievement Date: 16-06-19, Upload Date: 14-01-13

Follow-up to Delusion Tax, perhaps a more refined version with a really cool MV. Might be the most dark and most vicious song from DECO*27, with Miku going full yandere and possessive, evolving from selling lies.

#263 - Chototsu Moushin Girl (rerulili) [Hatsune Miku, GUMI]

Achievement Date: 16-06-22, Upload Date: 13-11-08

Headlong Girl, as the name indicates, about a girl who dives headfirst to things and doesn’t really think about consequences. There are a couple references to Iroha Uta and all, but honestly I’m getting a bit tired of the Human Zoo of Hell series.

#vocaloid #music #review

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kanattac · 3 years

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“Not without a fight.”

t.w; yandere behavior. mentions of violence. unhealthy mindsets. physical abuse.

genre; headcanons

characters; genshin men/boys

scenario; you’re so close in their reach…if only you didn’t resort to violence…(they plan on kidnapping you, but you don’t go down without a fight)

a.n; im still alive :)) reader has a vision, gender-neutral. I didn’t forget Dain this time. female/she/here, do not follow my blog…please…

They’re utterly disappointed, why would you fight back? Don’t you know that they’re only doing this to keep you safe? For your sake? Why would you resist, darling? They try to resort in diplomacy/through talking. Just stay.

AETHER, THOMA, Childe, Zhongli, XINGQIU, BENNETT, RAZOR, Scaramouche, GOROU, DILUC, CHONGYUN, Kaeya, KAZUHA, Venti, Xiao, Dainsleif

They have no choice then, if you’re resorting to violence, then they’ll do it too. It’s your fault for using your weapon and vision against them, after all. But don’t worry! They’ll just break your knees, and you’re forgiven!

Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, KAEYA, Kazuha, Xingqiu, VENTI, Gorou, Aether, XIAO, DAINSLEIF

Laughs at your attempt. Did you really have a chance against them? They’re much more experienced in the battlefield than you, what made you think that you can resist? They’ll ask you once again, come with them, or else…

CHILDE, SCARAMOUCHE, VENTI, Zhongli, Xiao, Dainsleif

They don’t want to hurt you at all…so please, put the weapon down, alright? They won’t hurt you, not a single scratch or bruise. So please, please, just follow them, alright?

Zhongli, XIAO, AETHER, RAZOR, BENNET, XINGQIU, CHONGYUN, Tohma

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love-toxin · 3 years

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cw: injuries, yandere tohma, gn! reader

"so...how long do I have to play along with this little game of yours?"

the question spills out of his mouth without warning, yet each word is methodical, careful, like he's practiced it a thousand times before. the teapot clutched in your hands nearly slips out and shatters over the table you've laid out for the two of you, but the warmth of the porcelain fortunately keeps you steady enough until you can set it down in the space between you two. Tohma was kind enough to bring you a gift after spending awhile away, tending to his duties--so it's only natural that you would take him out for some tea in exchange. it's courtesy. it's expected.

but his question certainly is not.

"I...I have no idea what you're talking about, Tohma."

"really?"

he's sat cross-legged for some time now, waiting as you ordered the tea and offering you some idle chit-chat befitting a pair that haven't seen the other in a while. Tohma has always been your friend even when you were young, but as is custom in a place like Inazuma, your relationship has evolved throughout the years. there are things you can't say anymore, things that would ruin your life if you were caught doing them...and now, you fear, the glint in Tohma's eyes may be an omen that he's about to commit one of those unholy acts.

"come on now, sweetheart, everybody can see the truth for what it is. there's no need to hide it any longer."

he's purposely tiptoeing around the question, waiting for the pieces to click in your mind. he need not say anything at all, however--the way he looks at you in this moment, and the purpose with which he stands from his place at the tea table is enough to set your jaw tight and your eyes to darken.

"you know that I was always meant to be your husband. to be there for you through thick and thin, to care for you when we're both old and gray-"

he takes a few quick steps around it to get to you, to kneel at your side and reach out his hands to pull yours into them, and it's all you can do not to flinch away and risk the image of impropriety. but you've endured this lecture before, and the only thing screaming inside your head is for you to resist--just resist, don't listen to a word he says, and bite your tongue of any insult until he finally gives up and gets the hint.

"Tohma, stop."

"-to treasure you like no one else will. I understand your point of view, I really do--we're still young, and the world outside of Inazuma seems so big and grand...but you have to realize that the time to settle down is coming for us."

he rubs his thumb over your hand and smiles in your direction, but you can't meet his eyes. and then it's slipping out of your grasp and raising up to your face, and you feel yourself stiffen all over as Tohma gently cups your cheek, his gaze lowering towards your mouth as if he has an idea of what he wants to do. but that would be grounds for you to shriek for a guard, and you're entirely certain that that's the only reason he bites his lip to stave off the desire.

"you were always meant to be mine. you believe in fate, and you've always put your trust in me...so why not let me help you?"

that last part comes as a whisper, the tearoom private but the walls still thin. one of the many secrets you've entrusted to Tohma over the years is your disagreement with Inazuma's strict laws, as well as the etiquette that comes with being a member of the higher class. you've always despised being noble, and Tohma has always understood you, at least you thought so....but ever since he's gotten this ludicrous idea in his head, you've known even less peace than usual.

"I've said it a dozen times, Tohma, and I won't say it again. I'm not marrying you."

you do your best to spit the words out with as much venom as you can muster, yet you still feel the twinge of anxiety at snapping at him so informally. it could spell the end for you quite easily, but when your eyes are drawn back to Tohma's expression, all you can see is bliss written all over his face.

"...even laced with contempt, my name sounds so sweet on your lips. you've so much wit, so much grace, and your beauty leaves me breathless...I know how little you think of me, but-"

fury shoots through every vein of your body, and you know it's the wrong move when you slap his hand away from your face, the smack like a thunderclap in the small space of the little tearoom.

"enough, Tohma! enough. do yourself a favour and stop speaking to me--in fact, I dearly hope you never say a word to me again."

each finger on his hand twitches, only to close in a tight fist and sink back down to his lap. you try to avoid his gaze in this moment, but even turning your head away you can still feel his eyes staring right into your soul.

"you know I can't make that promise. you know that I love you."

that word makes you stiffen, your grip lock on your noble dressings, your blood turn to ice in your veins. you've avoided that for so long but it follows you like a demon, and it's eyes glow a verdant green as Tohma's words melt into your skin and eat you alive from the inside out.

"this feeling of yours....it's not mutual, Tohma. just leave it, and leave me."

you say so, but you're the one that stands from the tea table in the end, and Tohma jumps to get to his feet to follow you. he trails on your heels as you step with purpose towards the door and slide it open, the cool chill of Inazuma city in the night prickling your exposed skin. the blond hurries to get in front of you, and the moment you spot a few other citizens on the path this late at night, you tilt your head down and pray to the gods that Tohma won't force you into impropriety.

"...I see. you won't budge on this, then...I will have to accept that. but may I at least escort you home? I can't in good faith allow you to wander alone in the dark. I still care for you."

he looks down on you with a softness to his features, and you hate how easily you buckle under any sort of pressure from him. you prided yourself on not giving in before, but when you're not alone it's not nearly as easy--you have to piece your words so carefully together, and by the time you think of an excuse it will already be too late for you to reject his offer. so with as subtle of a huff as you can manage, you speak softly under your breath that you suppose that's fine, and grit your teeth as you thank him for the offer. and Tohma is all too relieved to stand beside you as you walk down the hill and leave the prying ears of the city, the silence near unbearable between you as you meander through the path cut down the middle of the farmer's fields.

"seems there's no one around. not a surprise for this time of the night."

it's not a terribly long walk back to your family's estate, but Tohma still evidently feels the need to speak up as you reach the end of the gently sloping hill. Konda village lies within sight in the distance, and you feel the tension weigh heavy on your heart as you count the steps closer and closer to safety. relative safety that is.

you're so focused on paying him as little attention as possible that you don't even take notice to his hand drawing closer to yours and his eyes wandering up and down your figure, practically salivating as the flames in his chest burn hotter and hotter, until the moment he can't take any more and he grabs you by the shoulders to stop you and force you to look him straight in the eyes.

"now, you're going to listen very closely. I'm going to give you a little gift, because I love you so very much. you get a minute's head start."

the shock catches you off guard to the point that you bite your own tongue, fear and panic shooting through you like icicles that make you freeze in place. Tohma's expression is so intense he nearly appears feral, pearly teeth glimmering in the light from the moon as he grins down at you like a predator examining their prey.

"here's the deal, sweetheart--if you can run all the way past Konda village, you win. but if I catch you, I win, and you must uphold your promise and marry me in a month's time. and if you win, you'll get your wish--I'll never speak a word to you again."

terror grips you even harder than Tohma is, and at his proposal you whip your head towards the village in the distance and then back to him. if he's seriously not making some kind of sick joke, then there's absolutely no way you would ever make it. you're not a fighter, you don't even know how to hold a sword much less have a vision, and you've seen the kinds of things Tohma is capable of....he'll catch you before you make it anywhere close.

"Tohma-"

his gaze lingers on you for a moment, before he turns you in the direction of the village and pushes you forward, only hard enough for you to stumble a bit. you want to question him, to try and talk him down from such an insane idea, but once you hear him start counting down aloud your feet move on their own and you take off in a pitiful run down towards your target. the night air whips by your face as you try to sprint as best you can, yet your robes that give away your nobility get caught on your sandals and trip you up enough that it makes your heart jump into your throat. your heart pounds in a cage that feels too tight, the air heavy and raw in your lungs the longer you fumble your way forwards in the night. even your tears feel cold as they stream down your face, and if speaking wouldn't expend your precious energy then you would surely be wailing for Tohma to stop, please, he's scaring you. especially once you hear his footsteps take off, and it feels as though his warm breath is right on the back of your neck.

but even so, you look up within moments to find yourself in the middle of the quiet little village, the lanterns dim and only the glow of the moon casting light on the humble little buildings. the panic ceases but resurges just as quickly when you remember that you're not safe yet, that the entrance to the village is still a few hundred metres away--and you can hear Tohma panting now, at a distance close enough that he'll make a grab for you long before you'll ever get there. but there's something you know that he probably doesn't remember, and it might just be your saving grace as you duck into the shadows and skirt around the mayor's house just as he skids into the path of the village. you fear in the pit of your stomach that getting the top off the well that you used to play near as children would make a great deal of noise, but you hurry forward and find it open--and just as you swing a leg over to climb inside and pray that Tohma doesn't think to look for you here, your foot slips on the stone that's still damp from the rain and your world is overturned as you fall through the air. it's not far enough that you can scream or grab for purchase on something, but when you land you hear the sickening crack of something breaking and pain that shoots through your leg so quick that it almost makes you black out.

but something worse is yet to come, and it's Tohma's voice calling out your name, before you look up to the sky and your heart just sinks as you watch his face pop into view over the side of the well.

"oh, archons--baby, are you all right?! did you hurt yourself?"

he hops over the edge quite easily and falls steady on his feat, not even having broken a sweat from chasing you as he hurries to your side and props you up in the crook of his arm. and despite still feeling that twinge of discomfort and panic from him touching you, the agony sets in so deeply that you cling to him without realizing as tears pour down your face and you struggle to breathe.

"let me see...yeah, that's definitely broken. c'mere, I'll help you up.."

just brushing the pads of his fingers over the rapidly-swelling skin of your calf makes you flinch and cry out with pain, and it's obvious by the deep bruising how bad you've hurt it--you wouldn't be able to climb out of here if you tried. but Tohma finds so little trouble in heaving you up into his arms that it's laughable....it would be funny how sincerely you thought you could get away in the first place, if you weren't experiencing the consequences now. and only now is it starting to sink in that you lost, even though he isn't rubbing it in your face. yet.

"poor thing--that was scary, wasn't it? aren't you glad I was here?"

despite how despairing you look, he rubs his cheek against yours as he holds you tight. you realize now how much he's always wanted to do this, and how he's dragging this all out while he has the chance to do it without anyone watching....it's such a rare opportunity, but you don't feel nearly as lucky as he does.

"I'll always be here, sweetie....in sickness and in health, right?"

he murmurs into the shell of your ear, before pressing a kiss to it right afterwards as he reaches out to get a foothold so he can lift you out of here. all you can think about now is how your chance of escaping him has slipped away....and now, your status is a death sentence in the hands of the man who saved your life, and will ask for nothing in return but your gentle hand in marriage. how romantic.

#tohma #tohma x reader #tohma genshin impact #thoma x reader #thoma genshin #genshin impact #yandere tohma #yandere thoma #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader

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lovesiickness-moved · 3 years

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I promise I’ll write soon.

#male yandere #yandere genshin impact #Yandere Tohma #Yandere Thoma #GI: ♡ Tohma

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schwarmerisch · 3 years

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happy 100+ !! could i req chocolate chip for tohma from genshin ? how do you think he would coddle his darling?

TOHMA - "CODDLE"

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notes: yandere, yn reader

When he held you it was like you were two halves of one holy grail. His touch was indulgent, overbearing even when it was merely a hug. A hug between friends.

Then why did it feel like such a step over your boundaries?

The Kamisato clan's assistant had been nothing but kind to you. He'd joke with you, and you'd laugh along because you were friends. His protective nature was because he cared for your wellbeing. His constant clinginess was because he enjoyed your company.

Like friends would.

He'd treat you to a custom kimono, take you to all the sights in Inazuma worth seeing. Should he really be spending that money? He found it fine, he forced you into the graces of Kamisato Ayaka herself.

A little bit of manipulation and she was his personal atm which would then funnel to you in all he'd pamper you with. His coddling is done through lavish praise and presents. While you think nothing of it, it sends the message to the rest of Inazuma that you're taken.

...

"Tohma, you really shouldn't have..." The response sounded half-baked. It was honest, he shouldn't have given you this custom hair piece. He had Ayaka, and you couldn't even fathom how much this accessory could've cost him.

But you weren't going to turn something free down.

You eyed the expensive piece of jewelry in awe, watching the shimmer of amethyst embedded into gold and it nearly sparkled in the light of the sun. You turned it over in your hand a couple of times, unsure if it was even real.

"You're right, I should get you something more. Ah, Ah. Don't fuss about it! ...It's what you deserve."

He lifted a finger to your lips before you could manage a protest against him.

While his last words were surely of positive connotation, the look in his eyes when he spoke sent his words in the form of a shiver down your spine.

#yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere tohma #yandere tohma x reader #yandere imagine

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bye-bye-sunbird · 3 years

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What do you think about Tohma ? He is a childe 2.0 in my eye😌.

I really like him! I haven't finished the story quest because I want to savor it, but I enjoy his type of personality. Also, he would make a great yandere. Diluc and Childe may have all the money, but there's something unnerving about someone who can fix everything, who can come up with a solution to every scenario possible without having to resort to money.

Also, the fact that he's so likable. Kaeya may charm your pants off, but there's something about him that will always have you question his intentions. No such thing with Tohma, that boyish charm that seems so genuine is one powerful tool. He'll charm everyone around you with incredible ease, and not in the Childe way of "Ohh he's so fun!!", but the horrible "He's such a kind young man, dependable and responsible, such a shame you don't want him, what's wrong with you?"

#yandere tohma #sunnie rambles #anon ask

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99-nct · 3 years

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// tw noncon

what if, just hypothetically, i ditch everything & write a yan! childhood friend tohma confessing to you ... and he then proceeds to noncon you to make sure you say with him forever? just a what if :)

#cha chats #cha concepts #yandere tohma #yandere genshin impact

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deescade · 3 years

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@tri3tri 's Personalized click and drag game!

theme: yandere

featuring: (Genshin Impact) childe/tartaglia, kaeya, diluc, zhongli, dainsleif, xiao, albedo, tohma

warnings: flashing images, yandere behavior (killing, stalking, kidnapping)

*general game notes/how to play

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takalzuoom · 2 years

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HEAVY TRIGGER WARNINGS

this is my first time writing a drabble like this.. kind of put my own experiences with mental breakdowns in here/ also kind of dark content in a way?

tw : severe mental break down, manipulative ayato, toxic-ish relationship, mentions of blood / violence, highschool drama, implied of trichotillomania

(my haitani fic inspired this haha)

oh BRRR BRR BRRR

TOHMA N YOU DATING BUT LIKE A HIGHSCHOOL DRAMA NETFLIX SHOW AND SHIT HAPPENS

AND SUDDNELY YOU GET INTO THIS HUGE UGLY FIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING

ABOUT HOW YOU THINK HE LIKES AYAKA, ABOUT HOW HE NEVER HAS TJME FOR YOU, ABOUT HOW YOU FEEL LIKE HES BORED OF YOU

AND HOW HE THINKS YOURE DISTANCING YOURSELF FROM HIM, HOW HE THINKS YOURE IN LOVE WITH HIS BSF, HOW YOU HAVE NO REGARD FOR OTHER PEOPLE AND DO THINGS AS YOU PLEASE

and then he crosses the line- it just being a slip up and that’s when you’re just standing there. shocked at what he just said. he knew he wasn’t supposed to say that. that it was something he was supposed to take to the grave.

how you told him you never wanted to tell anyone, and yet everyone- all of your friends are there. staring mouths ajar as their eyes slowly inch towards your stiff figure.

thoughts going a mile a minute, you stumble back as you barely register what’s going on, how tohmas hands that were once over his gaped mouth in shock reach out towards you.

but before you say something. before your mind uses those arguments you think of when you’re in the shower- for this exact (once) fictional moment.

you close your mouth. and run.

you don’t know where you run to but you put as much distance between you and the statues as your eyes lock onto the bathroom sign.

maybe you brough yourself her intentionally? you weren’t sure. but you lock the door with the best of your capo keys shaky hands can do, and make a bee line towards sink.

splashing water erratically your your face as you groan and wail with all the voices plaguing your mind. how each and every one is fighting for direct control of your actions as you fist your hair. tearing at it as you pull your head up to meet your goblin-ish face.

how your breathing turn ragged and energy levels rise as you start kicking in screaming, throwing yourself to the sink as you cry if embarrassment. of betrayal.

everything had been piling up. all the lies, tricks and sweet words were too much for you. we’re too much for anyone (you’d tell yourself) how it was normal for someone to feel this time of way. for each and every person on the green earth to have a violent break down after meeting their breaking point.

to throw themselves at white brick walls. to slam their reddening palms on blow dryers, to scratch themselves until they bled. it was okay. it was normal to let the facade slip.

the door clicks.

someone’s here.

the slamming of the bathroom door and your hands over your breathe cause ayato to think no one’s in here. that there wasn’t just a conscious splitting battle taking place seconds prior.

but the running water proved other wise. and so he waited.

and waited.

knowing that long enough, you would turn off the water- like you always did after scolding tohma for keeping it in too long.

for ‘wasting it’

but he knew the truth- you couldn’t stand the sound of running water.

and when you finally came out, hair looking like you leaned on it too long, eyes blood shot and eye brows a little thinner- he ensnared your body.

trapped it behind the cheap grey plastic of the bathroom stall and himself as he firmly held your head in his armpit.

making sure you were trapped and couldn’t do anymore damage as his gaze pierced the stall.

looming over you as you tried stammering out half assed excuses, how you kept trying to tell him you were alright, that he can leave- needed to leave- had to leave as you wanted alone time.

or how you suddenly grew violent. but no. he kept you still. gaze never wavering as you thrashed against him, digging your nails into his forearm…

he never meant for this to happen.

he never wanted you to hurt this badly- but what better way to build a relationship- and by extension a house- then from all the most exquisite, hand selected ingredients, best builder(s) and months, upon months of planning?

how do they say it?

killing two birds with one stone?

doesn’t matter. all that matters is that ayato is here to shield you, and protect you from the big bad thoma and squeeze is way into you. like a parasite.

“there there y/n… everything will end soon- i promise… just let your best friend ayato handle it okay? rest easy now… your in safe hands.”

#kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #tohma x reader #genshin x reader #genshin #tohma headcanons #genshin thoma #thoma x reader #yandere genshin #yandere ayato #takalzuoom 🌊#takalzuoom

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relaxandthirst · 2 years

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All For You

∞ warnings: nsfw, yan thoma x fem reader, possessiveness, mentions of death, manipulation, lowkey the softer side of yandere themes

DNI if these things make you uncomfortable.

a/n: yan thoma awakens something feral inside of me. So I wrote this. but the nsfw part turned out a lot more vanilla-like. I feel like thoma would be a very low yan. Someone who does it discreetly but will never show that side to the person they love.

word count: 4.5K

——NSFW below——

You come from a very prestigious clan in Inazuma. Your family’s customs are strict and you were raised to be a proper and fair lady - one who is loyal to their family and serve for the clan’s wellbeing. That includes arranged marriages. Your parents have picked your candidate for you. And you are set on marrying this person a month from today.

The news hits you like an ocean wave crashing against the rocks. Your heart fills with dread and you stifle a frown to avoid your parent’s piercing gazes. You bow to your parents.

“Thank you for this opportunity. I will make our clan proud.”

You slowly stand back up and elegantly walk out of the room as a proper lady should. Once you slide the door shut and walk a few steps away - you hasten your pace towards your room. Tears are blurring your vision and you bring your hands up to aggressively wipe them away.

You suddenly crash into someone. Their hands come up to catch you by the side of your arms.

“Whoa there!”

Your eyes widen. Not the person you wanted to see right now. You keep your head low to avoid Thoma’s gaze. He always seems to see through you. His burning eyes on the back of your head. His hands grip on your arms a bit tighter.

“What’s wrong?”

You look up and Thoma flinches.

“Who made you cry?” A growl comes from the bottom of his throat.

“N-no one..”

“That’s a lie.” The blondie looks around to see if anyone is watching. He grabs onto your hand and leads you back to your room.

“T-thoma! What if someone sees us?”

He looks back and gives a sly smile, “No one is around right now. We’ll be okay.”

You arrive at your room and he slides the door open. He steps to the side and turns to you, gesturing a hand to allow you in.

“My lady.” He bows his head.

You let out a giggle and step into your room.

Thoma takes a last look around to see if anyone is watching and he quickly steps inside - shutting the door and locking it.

You flinch at the door locking and look up to Thoma.

His lips ease into a warming smile, “I just thought you wanted to talk. I won’t do anything to you.”

He pauses. “Yet.”

“Yet?!” Your hands grip onto the pillow you’re sitting on.

You might be a proper and noble lady of your clan but, you have a secret. Two actually. One being Thoma stopping by every few days to chat, have tea, and he always has snacks. He brings those savory rice buns you love so much but your household won’t let you eat them. He holds up a blue-wrapped box that you didn’t notice earlier.

“Look! I brought those pork buns you love so much.”

Your lips curl into a smile with a slight agape mouth - watering from thinking about how soft and fluffy it is when you bite into the rice buns.

Thoma sets the wrapped box on the table and sits down to undo the knot. You notice how his slender but callous fingers untie the fabric. It must be because of all the housework he does at Kamisato estate. And if he’s not doing housework, he’s picking up his weapon to fight. You unconsciously reach out to his hand and grab it. Thoma freezes in place and looks up to you.

“Your hands.. they’re so rough.”

“Well, if you do what I do all the time, it has to be right?”

“But they’re also so beautiful at the same time. Such a hardworking person but you’re also so gentle.” You unconsciously voice off praises as if being in physical contact with him is entrancing you.

The blondie grabs onto your hand and yanks you into his chest. He squeezes his arms around you and inhales into your neck.

His exhale on your collar bone makes your body shiver. It feels so breathy and hot. You bring your hands up onto his back and grip onto his jacket. A tongue grazes over your neck and you inhale sharply.

Here’s your second secret. On the days that Thoma does come visit, he always plays with you. His fingers slide all over and inside you. His lips and tongue connect to every exposed piece of you. You mewl and squirm in his handle. But it’s okay, because he’s always gentle with you. He makes you feel like you’re the most delicate living being he has ever touched in his life. You shiver underneath his touches and it makes him go feral. During those times, you feel bite marks all over you. Underneath your breast, collarbone, inner thighs, your side. He marks you in places that people can’t see in public - after all, you’re a noble lady.

The first time this happened, it took you by surprise but you weren’t scared. You had known Thoma for a while. He would frequent to your household as Kamisato and your family had business exchanges. You would see him from afar and somehow, he’d also catch your glance and look in your direction. But you ran away every time. You bumped into him one day and he started a conversation up with you. He found out about your likes and dislikes. What you do in the mornings, afternoons, and nights. He made it a thing to always bring you something small under the guise of business exchanges. You’re not sure how he can come up with those excuses every visit, but it made you happy.

He lured you in with small gifts and food - like a stray puppy outside in the streets of Inazuma. Except you’re locked up inside a home and extremely sheltered. He wants to protect you. Make you his so that no one would ever have to look at you anymore. But you don’t know that.

Thoma accepted you and you wanted him. He was your ticket to the outside world - albeit a small piece of the outside.

At first, it was something you did because you were curious about how it felt. How his hands felt gripping onto your waist and hips as his tongue teased your clit. How it rolled against your slit and made you tightly grab onto his hair. The knot that would form in your lower abdomen until it burst all over his face. His teasing smile that would look up when he was done and proceed to lock eyes with you as you felt his slender but rough digits slide inside along your walls.

Now, it was something you craved from him and it excited you every single time. You wonder if what you feel is lust and infatuation. Or if you actually love him and want his touches. He’s so sweet and gentle to you. When he’s not playing with your body, he laughs and teases you. Talks and comforts you. Gives you his shoulder when your family makes it too hard on you. You love him, don’t you?

Your mind wanders as Thoma grasps onto your waist and makes his way down to your breasts. You envelop in the warm touches and growing ecstasy. You didn’t even notice that you stopped crying a while ago.

“W-wait Thoma.” You bring a hand up to grab onto his shoulder.

Thoma pauses and sits himself up.

“I-” You look down on the floor.

You have to tell him about the arranged marriage. You need to cut it off with him before it’s too late. But… it already is, isn’t it?

Thoma cups your cheeks and brings your face up to him.

“You can tell me.”

He sweetly smiles at you. That reassuring smile you’re going to miss so much.

“Thoma… my parents..”

“What about them?”

“They.. made an arranged marriage for me. I’m going to get married to another person in a month.”

Thoma still has your face in his hands but you suddenly see a shift in his eyes. You can’t quite place a thought on it.

“I see. Well, that’s to be expected isn’t it? You’re a great lady and will make wonderful wife.”

His smile doesn’t seem as reassuring anymore. He lets go of your face and helps you fix your robe that was undone from earlier.

“How about we eat those buns now? They’re going to get cold.”

Thoma turns back to the table and continues undoing the knot. He opens the box and the smell of baked rice bun and savory sweet pork makes you salivate again.

Thoma notices you biting your bottom lip, “Haha hungry huh?”

He picks up a pork bun and holds it to your mouth.

“Here you go!”

His cheerful voice throws you off but you lean forward to take a bite.

“Is it good?”

You manage a nod. It doesn’t seem to be affecting Thoma as much as you thought it would. Maybe you were the only one that cared about this. And he was just playing with you until you moved on.

The blondie notices your sulking. He probably shouldn’t say anything. After all, it’s the best for you. He stands up.

“My lady. I should get going. I have things to do at Kamisato Estate.”

Did you want Thoma to console you? But if he did, you know that would only make you fall in love with him more. Your only choice is to cut him off completely and you have to be sure of that.

You look up to Thoma and give him a small smile and a nod. You watch as his back turns and goes towards the door.

You unconsciously blurt out in a whisper, “I love you..”

Thoma turns back with widened eyes. “What did you say?”

You blink. Did you just say that out loud?

“I said I’m not in love with you anymore.” You look back at Thoma with tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

You watch as his eyes sink into despair. The kind that looks like he lost everything he held dear to his heart.

He looks down and gulps, “I see. I must have heard wrong then. Apologies my lady.”

The blondie grips his hand into a fist at his side. He bows his head at you. He looks back up and smiles, “but I will always love you no matter what. I’ll protect you from afar.”

You know his smile is one full of pain. Of hurt and anger. What would have happened if you had just reached out to Thoma earlier? Would he have been the one to marry you instead? It was too late now.

Thoma turns around and begins to walk out of the door and pauses, “If you ever want to run away, just let me know. I’ll come get you and I’ll take you far away from here.”

He had to hold everything in him to not blurt out how much he wanted you in a cage. Locked up and chained so that he can only admire. Take care of you. Make sure the world wouldn’t see and attempt to take you away like the bastard that’s about to marry you. He grits his teeth and takes a moment to collect his thoughts.

“I hope you have a happy marriage. I’ll be around. Goodbye.”

Thoma walks past the door frame and into the hallway. His silhouette disappears.

You find yourself suddenly collapsing to the floor gripping onto your chest. It suddenly feels difficult to breathe. Your legs are shaky and tears start falling from your eyes. Your emotions overwhelm you. Pain. Grief. Anger. It consumes you as you wail into the floor, silently calling out Thoma’s name, but no matter how much you call for him - he doesn’t come back.

—

A few weeks pass and it’s suddenly the day of your wedding. You haven’t seen Thoma since then. You met your husband to-be and he seems like a gentle person. But he isn’t as sweet as Thoma. You’re sitting in your room as the attendants comb your hair. You start to imagine what life would have been like with Thoma. Cooking with him. Taking walks. Going to the market. Having his kids. You start to tear up and choke on your saliva. The attendants scurry to grab tissues and makeup. They reassure you that it’ll be okay and married life isn’t so bad. It wouldn’t feel any different from now.

But that isn’t why you’re crying. You can’t possibly tell them you fell in love with a housekeeper that also goes to battle. They would judge you. Shame you for dishonoring the family name. You take long and deep breaths to control your shakiness until you collect yourself. The attendants continue on with their work until you’re adorned with the finest jewelry around your neck and ears. The azure blue reflects from the sunshine hitting it at the right angle. The color of your family.

The door suddenly slides open - an attendant runs in. “M-my lady - huff - I have some - huff - bad news.”

You stand and turn to look at the attendant. “What is it?”

“Your husband to-be. He was found dead in the gorge this morning.”

You stumble back and hold yourself in place with the backrest of a chair.

“W-what?”

Your mind is racing. You’re not sure how to feel about the news of your deceased fiancé. It’s not like you were in love with this person. You can’t help but feel a bit saddened. You gesture for your attendants to leave the room and they file out in a single line. You drag yourself to bed and sit on the edge.

What were you supposed to do now? Was this life’s way of telling you to try again with Thoma? As much as you feel guilty about your fiancé, that was a pure business transaction between two families that could have benefitted from matrimony. That isn’t love.

Love is what you feel for Thoma. Yes, only Thoma. His words echo in the back of your mind.

“I’ll come get you and I’ll take you far away from here.”

You start to take off the jewelry and quickly find a fabric to wrap some clothes up. You’re going to run away. Find Thoma and elope. You’re not sure how you would find him, but you need to.

As you pace around your room looking for stuff, you hear a knock from your window. You glance over and see a familiar blondie. You hastily run over and open the window, “Thoma.”

His green eyes meet yours and he smiles. It’s that smile again. You still can’t place what’s off about it.

“Hello my lady. I heard the news about your fiancé. I’m so sorry.”

“O-oh. Thank you for your condolences.”

You look around. The garden is empty. There aren’t any attendants or guards around.

Thoma notices your puzzled look, “Ah. They ran off with the lord of the house to go see your deceased fiancé. They left you all alone here. You would think they’d leave a family guard at home to protect their precious daughter.”

Your eyebrows furrow. They never really did care for you, did they? But Thoma was here. Thoma came to check up on you to make sure you were okay and safe.

Thoma interrupts your thoughts, “Can I come in?”

You nod and he jumps up from the floor into the window. After he gets in, he closes the windows and lets down the drape. Your room is practically almost encased in darkness if not for the natural light coming from the outside. You lean into Thoma’s chest - unsure of what to do next. Not that it mattered anymore. But Thoma was here, that means he can take you now right?

You missed his warmth. The way he smells of tea leaves and maple firewood. You wrap your arms around his waist and push yourself closer to him. In a few seconds, Thoma quickly reciprocates that. His arms wrapped around your shoulder and back. His embrace is tight and comforting. You break away from the hug and grab his hand. Taking a few steps back towards your bed, never breaking eye contact. Your calves hit the bed and you slowly fall back, taking Thoma with you. He lunges forward to catch you. Even on the bed, he won’t let you hit your head. But now you’re underneath him looking up. His hands behind your head. Face directly above you. His thigh in between your legs. Your robe is a bit disheveled and it exposes your shoulder.

In this natural light, you look divine the blondie remarks in his mind. The way the white robe flutters all around your body. Your exposed skin. Your shallow breaths. You could be his forever. He leans down and whispers in your ear.

“Can I take you my lady?”

You blush at his hushed mutter and nod. You don’t care anymore. You just want Thoma now. He grins against your neck and huffs in satisfaction.

“All mine then” he growls. The shift in his tone runs a strange warmth down to your core. You feel the tip of his tongue trace along your neck and he breathlessly lets out a praise, “so sweet.”

You shiver in response.

“I want more” The blondie pulls his head back and licks his lip. There’s a strange glint in his eyes. He looks love-crazed. “Can I? Please?”

You stare at him with half-lidded eyes, soft pants escaping your lips. “Y-yes please.. take me all you want.”

He leans down again and plants soft kisses along your collarbone. “Thank you my lady. I’ll make sure to please you.”

His slender fingers run up your thighs to caress the sides. He slithers himself down your body with kisses. As he gets to the bottom of your robe that’s covering your panties, he bites on the hem of one side and throws it off. His hand comes up to slide off the other side. He kisses the bottom nape of your belly and licks downward over your panties. He presses his tongue against your clothed clit and sucks.

You mewl and grab onto the bed sheets. Why isn’t he taking off your panties? You want to feel his wet and warm tongue all over your cunt. You start getting frustrated that he keeps teasing you.

“T-thoma.. please..”

He locks eye contact as he continually sucks on your clothed clit. “Is something the matter?”

“I want to feel - hhah - your tongue - ah! - please”

You notice his eyes glint in happiness.

“As you wish.”

The blondie bites onto the rim of your panties and pulls it down with his teeth. As it goes down your thighs, a string of slick connects from your slit to panties.

“Who knew you could get so wet from teasing my lady. You look beautiful. I want to take you right now.”

Your pussy twitches as Thoma uses a finger to trail up and down your wet slick. He leans back in and connects his mouth to your clit - aggressively licking that sensitive spot. You feel his tongue flick against your clit every now and then which causes your breath to hitch and grab onto his hair tighter.

He’s still teasing you - every few moments, Thoma would stop aggressively licking and circle his tongue on your clit slowly. Savoring every single feeling of your soft flesh against his face. You want to chase your high but he won’t let you. Tears start pricking at your eyes.

Thoma grabs the underneath of your thighs and wraps them around his shoulders. He holds onto your hips to keep you in place as he starts picking up his pace sucking on your clit. The tongue flicks against your clit is making you form another knot. You pray that he won’t stop doing what he’s doing.

“Ah! Ah! Yes yes right there Thoma yes!”

He continues flicking your clit at the same pace until the build up bursts and you clench his face in between your violently shaking thighs. He doesn’t stop his licking and you find yourself screaming in pleasure.

Once you ride out your high - you finally let go of his poor face. You feel so tired from that. Thoma laps up the juices falling from your pretty cunt. He comes back up to your face and licks the corner of his mouth.

“Delicious.”

Your face immediately goes red and you hide your face behind your hands.

“Are you ready for more?”

You feel the bed shift weight as Thoma gets onto the bed. You peek from between your fingers. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed - holding his cock in his hand, slowly fisting it.

You get up and crawl to Thoma. You hover yourself over his throbbing dick - knees spread with his legs in between yours. You’re facing Thoma and you look down to him.

“Are you ready?”

You nod as you feel his tip at your entrance. He slowly pushes in and your thighs shake from the feeling of being spread.

“Look at that my lady, you’re taking me in so well. Almost there..”

Thoma places his hands on your hips to help you go down on him. You wince and mewl but you want him inside of you so badly. Your pussy finally takes his whole length and you shake from the fullness. He hooks his hands underneath your thighs and wraps them around his waist. Thoma suddenly stands up still inside.

“T-thoma, what are you doing?”

“I’m letting you get used to it. It’ll feel really good soon.”

He places a kiss on your forehead as he walks over to a wall. Your back is leaned against the wall and he pushes his hips closer to yours to help support your weight. Thoma starts to pull his cock back out and in, letting your cunt memorize his shape. You moan and wrap your arms around his neck. Overtime, he picks up his pace and is thrusting up into you faster. You can hear how ragged his breath is.

“You feel - ngh - so good - hah - so soft and all mine.”

“T-thoma.. thoma.. ah!”

You chant his name as his cock relentlessly pounds you. Your fingernails dig into his back and your clawing at his skin. He feels amazing inside of you. Your eyes are rolling back and your moans bounce off the walls. You lean back to look at his face and you notice the sweat dripping off from his forehead. He seems to notice you and immediately leans in to push his tongue inside which you gladly accept. All the while, your moans are drowned out by his kisses and eyes are constantly rolled into your head.

Thoma suddenly stops thrusting and you whine. He walks back to the bed and lets you sit down. You look up at him confused.

“Turn around on all four.” His voice suddenly demanding.

You do as your told and he positions himself behind you. His cock easily slips inside. You suddenly feel him much deeper than before causing your moans to come out louder. He grabs onto your arms and pulls them behind you as he slams into your pussy.

He growls, “You’re mine.”

Thoma pulls himself back and slams into you with every word he says, “No. One. Can. Have. You. All! Mine!”

You hear his groans and curses in between your moans. Your brain is too fuzzy to think straight. You just want to feel all the pleasure that’s coming from this. Your abdomen forms another knot yet again.

“T-thoma, I’m going to - ah! - cum - ah!”

Your pussy clamps down on his cock as he ruts into you like a wild animal.

“Ngh- I’m going to - haeh - come inside.”

“Yes yes please come inside of me - ah - t-together - ngh”

Another flurry of name chanting and muttered curses turn into blown out ecstasy as you scream and Thoma groans - dumping all of his seed inside of your walls. You feel his semen shoot deep inside of you. You think in the back of your mind that this might cause some trouble down the line but this is what you wanted. A life with Thoma.

Thoma lets go of your arms and you collapse on the bed. He follows suit next to you and wraps his arms around your waist - caressing your belly. You hear him speak from behind you, “Come with me. I can take care of you. I promise.”

You move your hand on top of his and give him a nod. “Yes.. let’s leave soon.”

Thoma places a gentle kiss on the back of your shoulder and he pulls himself out. He helps you get up and clean yourself. He uses a warm towel from the bathroom next to the bedroom to wipe off your body. After that is all done, he helps you get dressed in different clothes.

“I’m sorry for suddenly doing this to you - especially after what happened.”

“No, it’s okay. I.. wanted this. I really do love you.”

The blondie beams in response and hugs you tightly, “I love you too my lady. I’ll make you so happy. And I’ll make sure no one gets in our way.”

Thoma walks out from your room and makes his way down the hall. At the entrance of the house, the lord comes back.

“Thoma! Thank you for protecting our daughter while we were gone.”

The blondie chuckles, “Not a problem sir.”

“I should hire you as her personal guard.”

“That would be an honor but unfortunately, I have my hands tied at Kamisato.”

“What a shame. Do come over again. The staff here have much to learn from you.”

“Of course sir. Have a great day.” Thoma bows and then heads off.

He feels a bit guilty about lying to you that your family left you but it’s for the sake of your happiness with him. He can’t have anything ruin that.

He arrives at the Tea House and goes in. He grabs the polearm from behind a divider and stares at the dried blood on the blade.

He hums, “One down.”

He turns around to find the spray to take off the blood. His mind flashes back to the night before. The look of horror on your bastard fiancé was amusing to him. How he plead to not get killed and that he wasn’t in love with you. But that was all ignored as Thoma’s blade pierced the poor man’s heart.

“What makes you think you deserve her? She’s mine. Do you hear me?”

Thoma crouches in front of the man.

“Oh wait.. you can’t.” The blondie chuckles as he twirls his blade to splay off any blood and heads back to the Tea House.

Thoma finishes cleaning off the spear and leans it against the wall. He washes his hands and steps outside to head toward Kamisato Estate. He sighs, thinking of how much more work he has to put in before you’re completely his. But he made some kind of progress today. Time to officially take you away. A chill runs down his spine and he grins.

“Almost there..” he mutters.

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