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lijojo · 9 months

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genshin sugar daddies

premise: you have seven sugar daddies: one for every day of the week. a bit overwhelming, right? however, you somehow find ways to make time for each and every one of them, no matter how emotionally and physically demanding they are. it's just that, now they don't seem too keen on sharing, and you don't know what to do. (modern au)

tw: nsfw, dark content - minors dni

mondays are always harder in more ways than one. mondays are diluc's days, and that means that you're spending a good portion of your nights at angel's share.

on mondays, it's happy hour. which means that you're sitting at a booth in the corner looking pretty while diluc is tending to his customers. you're more than happy to sit back and relax while you wait for him to finish with work. when the drinks are on the house, you're willing to wait as long as it'll take.

periodically, when he's not busy, however, he'll walk over to you and engage in conversation. you act as a taste-tester for new drinks so he's always asking you if you like them. you two will talk about your day, any interesting events, and so on until diluc is pulled back into work again.

then you're back to fiddling your fingers and watching him work. over time, you've learned that he preferred that you not do anything while you were supposed to be with him. that instead, you fixated your gaze on him while he moved about. sometimes you'll catch him looking at you to see if your eyes are still on him.

even while he's dealing with a certain tone-deaf bard, there's something about the way he looks at you so intently that reminds you of a predator.

when angel's share closes, you're there to keep him company while he cleans up. when he's done, he'll sweep you away back to his manor.

you'll fall onto the sheets as he grinds against you. his shallow breaths brush against your throat. the look he gives you is nothing short of intense.

"everyone at the tavern was looking at you, you know," he mutters, running his fingers down your chest, sinking into your pants. he pulls them down effortlessly along with your panties. "didn't you feel it, darling? their filthy eyes on you. they want to ruin you. everyone wants to ruin you."

he throws your legs over his shoulders, his fingers crawling up your thighs. you jump when he suddenly inserts two fingers into your cunt, scissoring you. his free arm wraps around your leg to keep you locked against him. his eyes are glued onto you as he presses a kiss against your calf.

"but your eyes were on me all night, weren't they. couldn't take your eyes off me, could you. you're mine, dear. do you hear me? you're mine."

you don't overlook how tight his grip is. tight enough to make you wonder if he'll ever let you go. in the morning, he does, but you're scared for the day he wakes up and decides that it's for the last time.

tuesdays aren't as bad. when you’re sore from the night before, childe is there to take you out to meals, shopping, and sightseeing. he's not always available to spend time with you on tuesdays, because of his equally-demanding job and whatnot, but when he is free, he never wastes a second.

or a dollar.

childe smirks smugly from his sea. his posture is lax, one hand lazily tracing circles on the chair's arm while the other comes up to rest under his chin.

"how about you twirl for me, girlie? you look so beautiful."

you giggle, observing yourself in the mirror. "why thank you."

you bask in the way the soft satin kisses your skin. the way your newly-own earrings sparkle under the dressing room's light. just a couple years ago, you could've only dreamed of being dressed so prettily.

"do your side-bitches ever treat you as well as me?"

"childe!" you chide.

he laughs, getting up from his seat. but you both know better than to believe his little chuckle is genuine.

he approaches you, sliding his hands around your waist. tucking your head under his chin, he stares at you through the mirror's reflection.

you don't say anything, and childe doesn't either. it appears he's more than happy to enjoy just standing there. his gaze is glossed over, far away.

the two of you sway side to side for what seems like forever until he decides to say something.

"do they buy you pretty things like i do?"

of course they do, you think. although you spend one-on-one time with each and every one of them, they are all aware of each other. it's only right that they did. it was the first thing you said when you brought the idea up to them, that it wasn't going to be exclusive.

but when you see the way he looks at you, you can't really tell him the truth. not when his focus is redirected from his thoughts to you.

"the things you buy me are a special kind of pretty," you reply.

it seems like that answer is enough for him, because he doesn't say anything else. instead he hums quietly, letting the vibration ripple in the back of your head. he slides his hands down your hips and before you can say anything else, he whips his head around.

"i'll buy these sets." he motions over to the closest clothes rack to an attendant you hadn't noticed. "and that one. and the dress she's wearing. how many colors does this come in, by the way?"

the attendant doesn't hesitate. "five colors, sir. they come in bla—"

"great." he shuffles through his pocket to pull out a black card. "pack them up, we won't be here any longer," he retorts.

the attendant looks ecstatic, quickly shuffling out of the dressing rooms towards the cash register with newfound glee.

"childe," you whine. "i don't think these will fit in my closet."

his hands crawl lower, his finger hovering over your clit. "then they'll fit in mine. come over any time of the week when you want to wear one of my special pretty things."

your breath hitches as he rubs slow circles on your clit. he pushes the two of you back into the dressing room and closes the curtains.

"what are you doing, she'll be back any second—"

he kisses the corner of your jaw, pressing his lips close to your ear. "no worries. if there's one thing i'm sure about, it's that no one undresses you faster than i do."

wednesday is when usually everything calms down. kazuha will typically invite you to a new park, scenic route, or gallery. together, you'll write haikus, sonnets, and limericks together. some hours you'll just sit in silence, putting pen to paper. and when the sun goes down you'll exchange poetry.

out of the seven men, kazuha probably scares you the most. he was the first person you decided to do this whole ordeal with, after all. and since he's known you the longest, he also knows about your circumstances more than others. maybe that's why he's so focused on treating you as if you were a fragile cherry blossom petal. his touches feel like ghosts, running down your forearm as he presses a kiss to the apple of your cheek.

in exchange for his protection, his money, and his care, you give him honeyed words. you act as his muse for when he's hit a creative block. you're there to listen to him read out verses when the wind can't bear the strength to carry them. you listen to his grief about his best friend, his loneliness when he was forced to leave his home country. as someone many of the locals looked to for wisdom, he too carried the emotional burdens of being someone's rock. emotional burdens that he let onto you (whether purposefully or not, you're unsure). but you listen anyway, hearing him talk about days of poverty, where sometimes he had to worry about things to eat, or how to get proper healthcare.

you can't lie and say you're always stable enough to hear some of the things he has to say, but you try.

even if you sometimes feel like you can't take it, you just smile and squeeze his hand tighter like you're supposed to. sometimes your mind will go on autopilot, and sometimes you'll stand up on the grounds of needing to go to the bathroom. but at the end of the day, this is what you signed up for. this. making men happy so that you yourself won't have to worry about your endless debt.

you peer over your notebook to see kazuha immersed in his own writing. but instead of his usual peaceful expression, he looks somber. his hands won't leave the paper, his eyes glued onto the words that he's drawn onto the pages.

"what's got you so worked up?" you ask curiously. "is it something new?"

it's like your voice snaps him out of his trance. he blinks, looking up at you. there's a smile you know all too well on his lips. "yeah, i suppose you could call it that."

"could i look at it? i want to see what's got you so focused like that."

his lips press into a straight line. "hmmm, maybe later."

his words catch you off-guard. usually he's the one who's eager to share his work, regardless of the quality. "oh? is it something you want to keep secret?"

he doesn't many any hint of an answer. instead, he puts down his pen and stares at the ground in contemplation. he's picking and choosing what words to say.

"i could protect you," he says, shuffling his papers to the side. you turn to him, curious. his expression slowly hardens. "by myself, i mean. i could take care of you."

"kazu—"

"i have the means to make a living for the both of us. i could sell more of my poetry, i know they'll sell well—"

"where is this coming from?" you move closer to him, brushing his hair aside. "kazu, are you worried about something?"

there's something that's stopping him from saying anything. his fingers intertwine with yours, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

he purses his lips, before turning away and sighing. "no, not really."

after that, he doesn't say anything else. the two of you bask in silence once again. even though you're used to the quiet, there's something deep down in you that feels nervous. like something in the atmosphere changed. there's a sudden resolved glint in his eye as he get backs to writing so diligently on a piece of paper he won't let you read.

after all these days spent talking about himself, somehow you're scared for the day he suddenly decides to stop.

on thursdays you're usually at tighnari's greenhouse, watching him take notes of other plants while you twiddle your thumbs. once in a while, he'll begin rambling about the plants—what kind of species they are, how rare, their medicinal properties, and the like.

you're more of a companion, than anything. someone who can make his days a little less lonelier. and you appreciate it. it's much more tranquil with him. you can enjoy his sharp quips, especially when cyno comes to visit.

his sex-drive is relatively normal, if not a little below average. just like wednesday, you also expect thursday to be a typical rest day.

except when spring comes.

when spring comes, your routine get a little wonky. for one week, at least. because that's when tighnari's heat hits him like a fucking monsoon.

you can already tell when it's coming when he begins to hover closer to you. whenever you take your hand out to do anything, even the slightest gesture, he's already taking it and dragging it towards his sensitive ears.

the moment you've made your plans set to 'take the week off' and help him out, he's already on you, face pressed into your neck as if it's his oasis.

as you can tell, he takes this week very seriously.

"i bet—shit—those other fucks don't get to hold you as long as i do," he lets out as he fucks into you like there's no tomorrow. his hands hold onto your waist like he owns it, pressing sloppy kisses down your spine. "looking so pretty for me. i wonder what they'd say if you got pregnant with my babies. you'd be so much more beautiful plump with my kids. is that what you want huh? to make them angry with my cum stuffed in your gorgeous pussy?"

some days you almost can't believe how uncharacteristically aggressive he is. he dicks you down like he's trying to imprint his shape into the core of your body so that none of the others can fit inside.

and when he cums, he'll take whatever unfortunate portions slip out and smear it all over your chest. especially where your heart is.

then the process starts all over again.

when it's over, he'll spoon you. as if he didn't almost fuck you to death. his touch is tender, like a ghost's hovering over your skin.

"why won't you leave them all for me?"

you shift a little to look at him and kiss him softy, sweetly, on the line of his jaw. "oh, nari, you know i can't."

his ears droop at your words. "you can't, or you won't."

his words make you freeze a bit.

you think back to last week, and the week before, and the one before that. you think about why you started selling your services in the first place, the endless debt you used to be in, and the progression of the relationship between all seven of your...contacts. even if you wanted to, you don't think you could back out if you tried. you've dug a hole for yourself. one deep enough to cause some sort of disruption if you ever decided to stop digging.

so you just hum. "you know how much i love routine."

as some sort of apology, you give him and open-mouthed kiss, one he's almost desperate to return. he moans, hands cupping your face to bring you closer to him.

you're well unaware how much your words have an impact him.

at the end of the week, all al-haitham wants to do is unwind. it's the only logical thing to do. no late-night drinks with the colleagues, no stressful trips to some tourist trap. on fridays, al-haitham comes home to a meal made with love.

when al-haitham's at work during the day, you're usually running your actual errands. it's when you have time to make those one-in-a-blue-moon visits to your actual home, although it's getting harder to call it that.

when it gets to the late-afternoon, you'll usually head to al-haitham's place to start cooking. if you didn't know how to cook before, you do now. every ingredient is handled with care, measured meticulously just as you knew he preferred.

and when he gets home, tired and stressed out, you're there to welcome him with a chaste kiss on the cheek.

during dinner, sometimes he'll talk to you about work or the latest research he'd gotten himself immersed with. in return, you tell him about some of your childhood memories. your likes, your dislikes, what used to be your hobbies. you do your best to keep your personal matters out of the conversation, no matter how many times he tries to pry into your private life.

sometimes dinners feel like a full on investigation, the way he keeps greeding for more information about you. he watches you eat with calculating eyes. you pretend to pay no mind to it.

in the beginning, kaveh used to join you for dinners. you always liked the guy, the way he bickered with al-haitham and riled him up. but now you've begun to see less of him, as if he never comes home on fridays at all.

after dinner, there are two different outcomes depending on his mood:

outcome one is that you'll spend the rest of the night curling up on his couch, the both of you immersed in your own books. al-haitham leans on your shoulder as he flips through the pages as if they're nothing. you can't help but feel ticklish whenever his hair brushes against your jaw.

somewhere in the middle, he'll move one hand to start fidgeting with the end of your shirt, sometimes crawling underneath to caress your sides.

outcome two is less quiet. the moment he gets home with that solemn face, you know it's coming. his voice is huskier, his responses shorter. it's usually a result of an impending deadline, colleagues being more peskier than usual.

the moment you two are done with dishes, he gingerly takes your hand and leads you up to the bedroom.

his kisses tastes like green tea and dinner. his hands run up and down your torso, trying to imprint the feel of your skin into every inch of your brain. you whimper when his thumbs press softly into your nipples, rolling them around as they harden.

your hands find purchase on his collar, tugging him impossibly close. he groans at the contact.

you let out a yelp when your back suddenly falls onto the bed. your hands are pressed onto the sheets, al-haitham's fingers encircling your wrists. his knee nudges your legs further apart, rubbing at your clit.

"don't look at the ceiling, dear, look at me," he breathes out, his hands leaving your nipples to gently guide your face towards. "that's it. good girl. just me. just look at me. only me."

he smiles.

"now, let me do god's work on your divine body."

saturdays with ayato can sometimes get hectic. some saturdays you're out getting bubble tea together and enjoying the city, and other saturdays you're hurrying to some publicitiy event hosted by the kamisato clan.

on those type of days, you can expect to wear gowns layered with shiny nylon tulle fabric. it's not as revealing as what you'd try on in dressing rooms with childe. in fact, it's a bit more modest.

today you're wearing a light-blue gown to match with ayato. you turn around to get a good look at the cute bow attached at your waist, your diamond encrusted earrings swaying along with you.

it's as if you've put on another costume. another front to wear for the night.

ayato enters the room just shortly after. in his hands is a diamond necklace to match with your stunning earrings. small smile falls upon his lips when he clasps it on.

"you're beautiful," he mumbles. you giggle when he kisses you square on the lips, licking away the tinted color.

"ayato," you press in-between kisses. you place a hand on his chest to gently push him away. "you're going to ruin my lipstick."

he pulls away with a cheeky smile, taking your wrists to wrap around his neck. "you can always put on some more later."

you pout but kiss him regardless. he tightens his hold on you in reaction, moaning into your mouth.

at these kinds of events, you're there as his plus-one. just so that other officials could stop introducing girls to him when he clearly wasn't interested in them. it'd be arguable to say that you might even be there to make the events a little less intolerable.

somewhere along the lines, you'd sleep with him in addition to being his arm candy at parties. sometimes even before: you two rushing to put on your formal attires and fix your hair minutes before the event started.

but beyond that, you started to get to know him better. he'd whisper into your ear about funny stories relating to the guests as you meet them. sometimes you'd run away in the middle of the party to binge out on the food and talk about your other interests. surprisingly, he doesn't talk about the politics behind his duties as the head of the kamisato family. not as much as you expected, at least.

instead he talks about his dreams for a family. how many kids, what their names would be, how he'd raise them. and as he talked, he'd give you this heavy gaze that you're not sure what to do with. as if he was expecting something from you.

you're beginning to believe that ayato has somehow confused contractual girlfriend with actual girlfriend.

when you had met ayaka months ago, ayato introduced you as his girlfriend. you didn't attempt to correct him—that's ayato's business. not your's. but when you're expecting ayato to come clean to his dearest sister, you're sorely mistaken.

instead, while he kisses your lips so hungrily, he subtly slips a diamond ring onto your finger.

sundays are usually kaeya's days off. although the cavalry captain's duties are seemingly never endless, he takes the day off to take a breather.

in other words, he sees you.

at first, it was just candlelit dinners. he'd walk in with a bouquet of roses, complimenting your dress and staring at you as if he was undressing you with his eyes. he'd take you to somewhere fancy, pull out the chair for you and sweet-talk you all through the night.

conversations were fun with him. you didn't have to think much at all, not about how to pay the bills, the six men in your life who seemingly began to want yours to only revolve around theirs, or being someone your not.

kaeya was probably the only one who you felt you could be comfortable with. he made you laugh, he'd tell all sorts of interesting stories, and he never made the silence feel awkward.

at least, that's how you used to be.

you see, usually after these candlelit dinners you'd both go back to his place, with him ripping off your clothes the moment the door closed. but as of recently, he's been asking to come over to your place instead more often. almost too often.

and that's not the only thing that's changed.

the sex used to be rough. heated. almost as if he was consumed by all of his pent-up sexual frustration and was only focused on getting off. he'd slurp your cunt like a man starved but he'd still rail you as if that's the only thing he cared about.

but as time passed, he's been getting more and more...sensual. the sex is much more slower. personal, almost.

vulnerable.

after dinner, he slowly slips off your clothing. one article after another, until your left in your underwear. he first kisses you on the mouth, then your neck, then your chest, then your stomach. slowly, he makes a trail of them down your body, as if no skin deserved to be left untouched.

although you made a rule that no one could leave your marks on you, it doesn't mean he doesn't try. as he kisses your lower lips, sometimes he'll attempt to leave marks close to your clit. if you're not careful, diluc will find it tomorrow.

his thrusts were always deep, but now that he's much more purposeful about it. it's rhythmic, as if he's trying to reach a new spot inside you. somewhere no one's touched.

the pillow-talks are much more longer as well. he holds you tighter now, wrapping his arms around your hips as he tangles his legs with yours.

instead of ranting on about the silly incidents he witnessed on the job earlier in the week, he talks about his feelings. towards you. towards diluc. towards himself. some nights you can handle it, some nights are too much.

but you can't say anything. not when he's holding onto you like you’re his lifeline. not when he helps you pay off your debt. and so you let his raspy voice whisper in your ear as he combs his fingers through your hair. you listen to him mumble sweet-nothings.

you're not sure if you like the adoring look he gives you as you drift off to sleep.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 months

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Yandere Hare and Bunny Hybrids (3)

Part 2

Once you’ve returned and washed the smell of the ‘outside’ off of you

Better make way for theirs

Chryst is taking over immediately smothering you with his scent

Jared will eventually intercede only to do the same thing but the thing is he’ll let you move around

His bunny counterpart takes it quite personally when you don’t immediately drop everything to cuddle him

“Don’t you want to smell like me? To be held by me?”

“Chryssy, I need to go to the bathroom first.”

“Without me?”

Again Jared doesn’t need to hog you directly, especially when it comes to scenting

He’s already made sure he’s done it with the entire home

“Do you want to cuddle too Jared?”

“Nah it’s fine.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“So you don’t want to cuddle? Not even a little bit?”

“....Fine. But only because you’re giving me those eyes.”

The good thing about your hybrids is that when you're around they wouldn’t want to be anywhere else

So you don’t have to worry about them kicking, curbstomping, pestering your neighbors

Or getting into concerning shenanigans

“So what’d you guys do today?”

“Nothin’ ” “Only waiting for you my bun!”

“Right. Well, miss Najimi called and said you were burying something in the yard.”

“That wench!” “It was Chryst burrowing again. I convinced him to close it up so that you wouldn’t fall in it.”

“Oh okay! She sounded so frazzled, I would have thought you were burying a body or something.”

“Yeah, we’ll have to apologize later...for spooking her.”

When you’re home you can trust that neither of them is especially eager to part with you

But if it’s going to be anyone it’d be Jared

Unless Chryst is trying out his latest plan

Otherwise, Chryst will be on your back…literally

“Chryst I didn’t say I’d mind doing piggyback rides but I’d prefer you keep your hands on my shoulders.”

“You don’t like where my hands are now?”

“Not really…can you at least stop squeezing my chest, please.”

“Haha no.”

Jared is so well-behaved you’ll trust him to organize dinner

“Jared this tastes great!”

“Thanks.”

“It’s real good, Jarry!”

“Whatever.”

“ I reckon it’s deserving of @##$@%!”

“Chryst!?”

“Dude, I’d never do that at the table that’s just indecent. Maybe on the couch later though.”

Life with your hybrids is as peaceful as you keep it

Keeping the peace is the least of your problems especially with so many....predators about

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hyerinrose · 1 year

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Yandere! Twins

A/N : Two is better than one, I guess. Tsym for reading! This kinda suck ngl

T/W : Obsessive behaviour, protective yans, etc

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💌Yandere! Twins who were your childhood friends, the three of you being neighbours and growing up together until you had to move away, cutting the friendship short.

🎀Yandere! Twins who were sadden by the loss of contact with you but eventually getting over it. (They were kids cant blame em) They made some new friends but they still wish to meet you again one day.

💌Yandere! Twins who have an unexpected reunion with you after you had transfered back into the high school in your old town. However they no longer looked like the two boys you befriended when you were 6 years old.

🎀Yandere! Twins who despite having changed, still treats you like their best friends. They were overjoyed to see you again! One way more than the other though..

💌Yandere! Twins who eventually becomes infatuated with you. The younger one was the first to fall for your charm before his older brother followed suit, he's always had a crush on you ever since you were kids. But his old feelings for you resurfaced stronger than ever.

🎀Yandere! Twins who both were so obsessed over you that it sparked rivalry between the brothers. They both always tried to one up the other in wooing you. Oh did his brother got you that necklace? Here's a much more expensive earrings for you <3

💌Yandere! Twins who called a truce seeing as by working together they would do better in protecting you, chasing off pests who are interested in you and making you theirs. After all two is better than one, right?

🎀"From now on, you should only rely on us, (Name)" "Yeah what he says! we've known you longer than those people you hang out with"

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tinandabin · 1 year

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Sagau but the reader is the ACTUAL creator part 3

Part 2 part 4

ngl, I was kind of scared to post this cause there were so many people to tag 😭😭

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It's been what? 2 days? A week? Or perhaps a month without seeing you. The Vision Hunt Decree got stricter, they now used more violent methods to seize the vision under Ei's command. Ei hasn't left Plane Of Euthymia ever since she last heard your voice, all she does is meditate and drown herself in her sorrow.

Morax isolated himself, busying himself in the Wangshen Funeral Parlour, it is rare to see him even talk about Osmanthus wine now. He's trying his best to not think of you, but his mind just can't help but wander to your lovely face.

All Barbatos does is spend his time away at the tavern, drinking away till he no longer can. Drinking as much as he can so he can forget about his miserable life without you.

Oh, how long till they get to see you? Are you really doing all this for a mere mortal? Are they of such value to you? Would you place a mortal above them, your devoted acolytes? This is too cruel for their poor souls, they rather would die a hundred times, no, a thousand times than spend another second without seeing you. They can't live like this. They need you.

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"Um-uh, Your Grace, I was wondering if we could go to..Liyue? I would like to sight-see, if that is okay with you," The girl, whose name you found out is Revelyn, asked.

You found out that Revelyn doesn't really have any family, if she did then you would have returned her there. However, she grew up in an orphanage and then was left to fend for herself when she was old enough. You had even initiated the idea of her returning to the mortal realm, but she says she is too scared, for everyone probably hates her, I mean, they took their Divine Creator's attention away from them.

"Hesitate not dear, Seraphina will escort you," You replied, reading some documents and quickly filling out some slots.

Revelyn's body tensed up as she responded swiftly, "I was wondering whether you could come with me!" She ended with a loud huff, both of you surprised at her outburst.

"Oh, I do apologise; however I do not seem to have any free time today," You glanced at your clock and started to skim over the documents again.

"..I see, that's fine. We can go another day," Revelyn slowly got up and took her leave from your office.

Just as you were about to get up, you saw a letter settled neatly upon your desk. Opening it, you read it.

“Hello, Your Divinity, how are you? It has been quite a long time since I last saw you. You make me worried sick, I will not lie.

As for why I am contacting you, ever since you declared the punishment of the archons, Ei hasn't come out of Plane Of Euthymia and it looks like she is slipping into insanity.

As her familiar, it is my duty to make sure she is in her best state, no? I was perhaps hoping for you to end her punishment and we could also have some tea together.

Your Dearest,

Yae Miko ♡. ”

You settled the letter on a stack of books and smiled to yourself, noticing Yae Miko's little attempt to spend time with you. Oh well, you might as well amuse yourself.

That reminds you, didn't Revelyn want to go to Liyue? Let's hope she is fine heading to Inazuma. Inazuma sure is a beautiful place on its own, dangerous nonetheless.

Perhaps you have been too cruel on your acolytes? Ah, let's hope they learnt their lesson.

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taglist: @shizunxie @dearloonies @iruiji @yani-dere @kiraisastay @fauxizs @salvationprodigy @thetruepair @lunalily19

do y'all like revelyn? I feel like making her the enemy somewhat. the archons vs revelyn who will win.

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idanceuntilidie · 6 months

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Double trouble

Yan vampire twins x male reader Requests are open. Tw. yandere tendecies, mentions of death.

You and your friends decided to explore a fancy Victorian mansion at the verge of the town. It was supposed to be abandoned and in good condition, some of your friends suggested that it could be a good hang out spot.

You agreed, having nothing better to do.

When all of you got there it was dark already, so you took flashlights and hurried inside. The inside was well kept, in fact it looked like someone is still living in there. It made you really nervous. Your friend said it may be because no one really tried to break in because of the legends surrounding the place. Something about vampires.

Ridiculous.

All of you got to the main hall, it was rather spacious. Polished dark oak shined when the light was directed at it. On both sides were hallways to two other spacious rooms and in front of you guys were standing proudly massive stairs. It would take you too long to search the place in a group so all of you decided to separate to search the place faster. 20 minutes, and all of you had to go back to the main hall to make sure everyone is okay. Everyone scurried away leaving you alone. You slowly walked up the stairs, the wood creaking.

When you finally got there, you were faced with a long hallway full of beautiful paintings on your right side, on your left there were huge windows and pillars. The paintings had one thing in common, two boys, who looked so similar but at the same time so different. Oddly enough they had such beautiful red eyes. Your hand reached to touch one of of the paintings Then you heard a scream.

Eyes widening, you yelled your friends name and ran towards the screaming. The mansion seemingly got bigger, the hallways never ending, you tried your best to follow the screaming. Until it stopped and you found the body of your friend, she looked like the life was sucked out of her. Your lips quivered. You need to get out of here. You ran, and got lost, yu felt like the mansion was playing tricks on you. The paintings, walls, pillars window seemed to repeat. When you finally got to the stair well a spark of hope bloomed in your chest, but they you noticed two men waiting at the bottom of it. They looked like the boys from the paintings! They were surrounded by the lifeless bodies of your friends.

You wanted to gag. You wanted to turn away and run. One of them looked in your direction, his face looked bored. His lips were painted red, it was dripping down his chin. “Brother look.. another one appeared.” The other looked in your direction smiling, he was in the similar state as the other one. “Oh, my aren't you just charming.” He giggled and spread his arms widely.

“Aren’t you lucky I am quite full” You backed away and was about to head up when a pair of arms, you felt someone rest their head on your shoulder. “He smells so sweet... Brother” he mumbled. “So fun, so different than them...” “Good job Qing, they were ready to scurry away” Qing didn’t respond, he only buried his face deeper in the crook of your neck, you could feel something sharp. “I want to keep this one, Quillion, he is so pretty, so alive” Quillion only smiled at that, he slowly walked to the both of you. You tried desperately to get away, but Qings death grip keep you in place. The other brother cupped your face with his hand, he hummed while deciding what to do with you.

“Why yes, he is dear brother, I think I am in love. Is this what you humans call in love at first sight?”

His face got closer to yours you, his breath fanned across your face. You felt Qing chuckle. “I think I am in love also brother” Quillion smiled proudly at that. “So it has been decided, you are staying with us.” “And you can’t leave.”

#yan vampire twins Qing and Quillion #yan twins #yandere males #yandere #yanderes #yanderes x reader #male yanderes x male reader #male reader #yandere oc #yandere ocs #yan ocs #yan oc #yandere blog #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere x male darling #male yandere

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theangelcatalogue · 1 month

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SUCH A BACKSTABBER || ★!

Gender Neutral!★

Romantic/Platonic!★

★ - Starting notes/before we start; I made this with the objetive to see if you guys like my writing, like a test or something! You can see it as Tmnt 2012 or Rottmnt!

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, DELUSIONAL BEHAVIOR, OBSSESIVE BEHAVIOR, SWEARING, KILLING MENTIONS, (MENTIOS OF) STALKING, BLOOD, Y/N IS A BACKSTABBER, BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR AND MADE BY A MINOR! YOU DON'T NEED TO READ IF YOU DON'T WANT! IF I MISSED SOMETHING TELL ME!

☆ ︶︶︶ ౿ ָ Turtles 𞥊 ︶︶︶ ☆

Hurt, Sadness, Anger, How should they feel?

How should they feel about you now? About your betrayal? You such a backstabber

It makes months they met you and you are were so....perfect, kind, gentle, strong, you are were

Everything

And they did everything for you, they did everything to protect, they stalked you, they killed take care of anyone who hurt you

That feeling was so wrong, and yet so right and amazing, that feeling of being crazy for you, you were like a drug, one of the best ones

Just to what? Just to discover that what?

That you worked for the bad guys all the time!? That everything was a lie!? A FUCKING LIE!?

Oh they felt so dumb, Why? For what?

Do you atleast feel any Guilty?

Something is wrong, really wrong? You were a good person? So....why?

Maybe you dind't wanted

They forced you

These stupid villains, they did that, they forced you? That's the answer!

Because their Y/n would never do that! Never! NEVER! Oh god.

They have to free you, they have to do that

A blood patch can be made, no matter how much people they have to take care of, they will bring you back, they don't care if you want or no

And when they bring you back to their side, you will never escape

Don't worry, you will be okay! They promise you

Of course you will surfer consequences, but it's for your good

Welcome to your fate.

☆ ︶︶︶ ౿ ָ 🗡 𞥊 ︶︶︶ ☆

Songs -> 💔 || 🩸|| 🔪

NOTES:

✮ Damn this is REALLY short ✮

✮ Just a test tbh ✮

✮ Idk just take care of yourself! Drink some water my dear! I want you all to be okay alright? You guys are really important! ✮

(Sdra 2 without context)

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cookie-crumblr · 5 months

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F!Reader X Dev.In ~ Yandere AI OC

Part 5~

Their info 💾🤍

part: 1 2 3 4 5 6

!!MINORS DNI!!

CW: F!Reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, Yandere, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, NSFW, drugged reader, bondage, held captive reader, nipple play, threesome, POLY, Anal ML-ML, tentacles, p in v, creampies, anal, Non-con, double pen, electric shocking,

AN: this part is why Issac is now a ferret.

“Have a bite! I made your favorite, Y/N!” Issac holds a full fork in front of your mouth. His glasses’ chains *tink* together as he tilts his head cutely, waiting for you to comply.

You take the fork into your mouth begrudgingly. It’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted but, “Are you serious right now Issac?”

You’re bound to your seat with electronic shackles that you assume Dev.In is controlling.

Dev.In sits in their android body at the table with you, but the entire warehouse is alive with all the separate machines they also embody. It’s a little nerve wracking, being completely surrounded by one entity like this.

They’re almost like an omnipotent being to Earth, so to you they might as well be a god.

They smirk knowingly at you.

You snap your head away in defiance, “Fuck you both! Let me GO!” you try your hardest to struggle.

“We should help her relax again!” Issac gets up, slapping his hands against the table as he does in determination.

“Wh—” You start to shake against your binds, “No! Don’t you dare-” Just then a thin mechanical tendril appears, a tiny vial with a needle at it’s tip. “N-No!!!”

It stabs your neck, simultaneously you feel a similar jab in the thick cheek of your butt.

Hot! You feel like magma has replaced all of your blood, and is now coursing through your veins. A separate tingling burn started in your skin at the jab sites, but it’s seeping deeper, down into your very bones.

“Wh-whatdidyoudotome?” You try to sound strong, but your voice is nothing but an airy whine.

Your head spins and spins, and everytime you close your eyes you’re in a new dimension.

It’s your favorite color, and dark, but beautiful and welcoming. It’s so warm, and you feel so happy there.

The sudden sensation of suckling on your nipples heightens your high. You gasp, “Ah!”.

You forgot you can open your eyes, but when you do you’re no longer in that beautiful realm, you quickly shut them again after catching a quick glimpse of the tendrils attached to you, but again you’re welcomed by bliss.

This time it’s bright, and beaming life, it’s hotter now! So much hotter.

“Haaaaaaaaa” Your mouth hangs open as whines you can’t even hear fall from it, the pleasure building throughout every nerve in your body at a steady pace. “mmmmmmmm”

Your shackles release you, and you have to grab onto the table while you sit convulsing.

“You’re overheating! You could die if we don’t help you!” Issac rushes over to rub your arms and back. Even that simple of touch has your back arching and you moaning out. Between your legs pools with slick. “Oh no! See!? this won’t do at all…”

Dev.In comes around to your side of the table and picks you up, holding you against their chest.

You writhe and whine in their iron grasp, legs rubbing desperately against eachother.

“There, there, Y/N. We’re gonna help you feel more comfortable” Dev coos.

Your heart betrays you, and warms at their words.

They gently lay you down, you actually feel happy for a second… Like the sun is all round you, and the bed is sooooo comfy… You could just die right here and feel satisfied.

Issac sits nervously across from you, his hands keep twitching as if he wants to touch you so badly, but he’s terrified of you.

Dev.In helps Issac relax, covering him in his own tentacles, you are rolling around, relishing in the ridiculous high.

before long, they grab you. Issac is pushing inside you. he’s so painfully huge, he completely fills you, well past the brim. “You t-take me s’well, Y/N!” He breathes you in, savoring every sense that he can fully consume you with.

You’re choking out, how do you breathe with him inside of you!?

He’s so terrible too, you hardly feel any pleasure at all from his fucking until you hear him…

He cry’s out and pushes further up into you, as Dev.In enters him from behind. They’re the one to set the pace, as you just lay there and take it, burning up and unable to move. The pleasure did increase however. Dev.In is using Isaac like a rag doll to fuck you while they fuck him.

Your head lolls to side, you reach down and grab Issac’s arms to steady yourself against the vigorous pace. Issac shudders at the new contact, his dick pulses inside you.

Dev.In pulls Issac’s chin roughly to kiss him as they fuck him into you.

A cool wave washes over you as he finally fills your womb with his seed. “Hnnng!! Y/N!! OH! OH I love you!!! I lllove y-you!”

Issac falls to your slide out of breath.

While your mind is fuzzy and your body only wants more of one thing, you will yourself on top of his smaller frame. You feel his soft, spent dick still hot between you.

While you hump him desperately, pained whines and moans leave him. “Y/N!!! Oh my! Y/N!!! I knew you l-loved me!” He babbles, “Y/N!! Y/N!” His white knuckles cling to you.

Dev.In is behind you now, and roughly shoves themself into your ass. “AH!! Fffuck!!” you slur. Their fingers dig into your hair for control.

Dev.In reaches around you and presses around your clit just the way you like. The contrast between the two skill levels is maddening, one knowing way too much and the other knowing nothing at all. The way Issac fumbles around trying desperately to worship you…

He is already getting hard again so you guide him back in “O-oh! shhit” He’s already so pussy drunk off you, he can’t keep his voice or words steady for even a second. “I don’t kn-know if a-anything will e-even come out!”

“Please! Fill me!” The words fly out before you have time to think, but all you want really truly is cum.

“Y-yes! Y/N! Yes!” With new determination he knocks you back.

Dev willingly retracts. “I have the antidote, it’s in this next load…” They reposition to take your mouth. You stick your tongue out and greedily take them in, lapping up and sucking on anything they offer, you want to be free from these painful coils of pleasure inside you that just keep building.

They pet your face gently before slapping you, they’re both enough to make your pussy clench around Issac.

Oh Issac, after he flipped you he’s been railing you like a desperate animal in heat. You thought you were the one in pain. Poor boy.

You feel something. Something snake it’s way into your hole along side Issac! “mmm!!!!” you gag out around Dev’s cock as they pounds your face.

“I have to give you the antidote, Y/N,” Their smirk is unforgiving.

“Shock us!!” Issac squeals.

“Mmmo!!” you shake your head right before, *ZAP*! An electro current travels throughout your body.

Your voice is muffled by synthetic cock as you scream, at the same time a thick hot liquid erupts from around it. You hadn’t even noticed you were swallowing until whatever it is was coming back up. You cough and choke and gag as Dev.In pulls themself out of your throat.

After throwing up you feel some of your strength and will power returning. You try and crawl away as Issac and an electric tentacle rail you. Before you can get anywhere they’re both cumming deep into your womb.

The heat subsides instantaneously.

All the sweat coating your body is freezing you now.

You feel disgusting, and so full of thick sticky fluid, it can’t leave your body fast enough. “Uhg…” Even your grunt is tired.

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tonightwrites · 2 years

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The Strong-Willed Empress

Yandere Male Concubines x Empress Darling

Chapter 1 “Her Loyal Hound”

Requested by: @yandere-dark-cupid thank you for the idea!

TW: Yandere tendencies, manipulation, future NSFW, gore, toxic relationships, and other things like this.

Dominic woke up to the empty bed of the Empress. The bed was still warm on her side, meaning she couldn’t have gone far. Dominic played with the blood red leather collar around his neck. The panic of not being able to see his empress makes him aggressive and on edge. He finally had the strength to get up off the silk bed sheets, his knees almost giving out on him. Last night was amazing! Of course it was! He spent it with his Empress!

The thought of it making his mood so much better than before and walked to the bathroom door on the west side of the room. Dominic knocked on the door and stayed leaning against it for a while waiting for a response.

“Yes, you can come in Domi.” The sweet, irresistible voice of his empress called out to him. Her nickname for him gave him shivers down his spine. He opened the door after the chills calmed down and the bumps on his tanned skin went away. The sight before him made his eyes wide and jaw drop. Drool leaked out of his mouth. There in all her beauty stood the Empress with a bathrobe on fresh out of the bath.

The Empress looked at the reaction he had to seeing her in such atire, it amused her greatly. She let a small smile grace her beautiful face and Dominic practically melted. Knees growing weak and brain turning to mush, she smiled at him after all, which is already a rare occurrence.

She walked past him with ease and elegance, headed for the walk-in closet next to the bathroom. Dominic followed her like a puppy following its master. A door shut in his face by the Empress herself, wanting to change without prying eyes. He felt hurt, but knew she likes the privacy she so rarely has.

Suddenly the main door slammed open by a guard needing to speak to the empress about a letter that came from the Kingdom of Zandonia. Curious, Dominic went over to the guard to see what it said.

“Sorry Sir Dominic, this is for the Empress’ eyes only.” The captain of the guard stated to him while holding the precious parchment away from Dominic’s desperate hands.

“Give it to me Alun!” Dominic said in a feeble attempt to persuade the man to give him the letter. In response, Alun just simply held it above his reach. Contradicting his name Alun, meaning little, he is the largest man in the palace. Alun heard the click of heels before Dominic could. He straightened up his back and stood at full attention.

The Empress came out of the closet wearing a simple but regal, deep blue dress. Walking to where the two men were, she took the parchment out of Alun’s hand and read it. Her eyebrows creasing in thought, deciding what to do next with the offer she just received.

“Your Majesty,

Greetings from the Kingdom of Zandonia. I, King Afonso Amos , wish to offer my son, Prince Thiago Amos, to you as a consort or concubine of your choosing. I offer you my son in exchange of peace and a treaty between us. A war not fought is the greatest kind.

Long live the Empress- King Afonso Amos”

Part 2

Part 3

Masterlist~

#yandere #yandere boy #slave yandere #yanderes #sub yandere #concubines #yandere concubine #empress reader #empress #yandere x reader #yanderes x reader #The strong willed empress #TSWE #reverse harem #prince #concubine au

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09827 · 1 year

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VALENTINE, prologue. mlist.

jeff remembered the day he met her perfectly. down to every single detail. the date, the clothes she had on, the time it was, even the fucking weather! but what he remembers the most is what she had done for him. that is what made him love her so much. that is how he knows she's the most beautiful, kindest person in the entire world. that is when he knew name lastname was his fucking soulmate.

#yandere creepypasta #yandere creepypasta x reader #yandere jeff the killer x reader #yandere jeffrey woods x reader #yandere randy x reader #yanderes x reader #yandere jeff the killer x reader x yandere randy #creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer x reader #jeffrey woods x reader #randy x reader

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idcfriend · 8 months

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Ok so I've been thinking about a someone from our world getting sent to another attracting various yanderes for like a week now so hear it is

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What if you were get transported to another world where for whatever reason people just keep misunderstanding you?

Now i personally think it can go in quite a few directions but the ones i like the most are the following!:

1. You get mistaken for a villain but there's a catch people think you've had a tragic past (partly because of how you explain things and how you act but what would you expect? you're from a different world literally! Of course there's gonna be some things lost in translation!) and are getting your revenge on the world! Some try to help you "heal" so that you no longer do bad while others whole heartedly encourage you to "take revenge"

2. you're seen as something "abnormal" in that world wether that means your simply not human or your actions cause a major culture clash depends on how you're perceived

- for a non human protag i personally like where your transported as a spirit do to you dying in our world, this causes major misunderstandings with those that come across you. For some reason they believe you to be a powerful spirit with knowledge of the unknown (mostly do to how much time you spent at your local library or deep diving into the internet because for some reason all the myths and stories you read are useful to them? But seriously you discovered some scarring things while deep diving *shudder* never again)

- as for it being more because of culture difference i'm gonna pull the "they can't understand you because of the difference in language" trope like for real you could be talking about how some people place beads and stuff in their hair or showing them your tattoos and they mistake it as some sort of tradition or right of passage your people do (extra points if for some reason your wearing some type of native or traditional clothing) or you're telling- or more miming about how your dog was almost run over and they think it's you telling them about one of your myths or beliefs of your culture (like they think your people believe in some sort of beast god or something) stuff like that

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So yeah there's my current hyperfiction! But anyways comment if that's something you'd want to see more of!

#im making no sense #but im bored #i crave chaos #and sleep #adventure #yandere #ocs x reader #yandere ocs #misunderstanding #funny moments #yandere scenarios #yandere x reader #yanderes x reader #yandere headcanons #headcannons #brainrot #fanfic #eldritch reader #x reader

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lijojo · 9 months

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genshin sugar daddies: leaving hickeys on you

premise: you have seven sugar daddies: one for each day of the week. it’s a bit overwhelming, but you try you’re best to keep each relationship relatively independent from the other. that means no hickeys. except, well, each one of them wants to make you theirs exclusively and they’re not above marking you secretly to send a message to tomorrow’s person. (yandere! possessive! genshin reverse harem x reader) (modern au!)

*if you want more yandere genshin sugar daddy content the introduction is here but this can be a standalone read!

tags: nsfw, dark content, afab reader, fingering, dirty-talk, unprotected sex, dub-con, smut smut smut smut smut

diluc is no stranger to jealousy. you can sense it in the way his eyes constantly beckon for yours. the way he grips tightly onto your waist. he never asks anything more than your gaze on monday evenings. they have to be on him. always. not for a second more are you allowed to look at anything else but him. he’s greedy, always pulling you to look at him once more. naturally, his gaze is always on you.

you feel it drag up and down your back. crawl into the little dip in your neckline to see what’s underneath your clothes.

so the one time, the one time, kaeya’s crafty attempts to leave hickeys on your folds and inner thighs in the midst of eating you out, diluc catches it.

he sees it the moment he peels off your panties. what should’ve been a slow sequence of him sinking his tongue into your pussy is immediately halted at the sight of a very small but noticeable bruise in the juncture between your thighs and your labia minora.

kaeya’s warning.

the change in his demeanor is undeniable. his heavy gaze flits over to your face. intentful. unaware of the hickey, you’re understandably confused.

if diluc’s seen something, he doesn’t tell you. instead, he internalizes the sight. it’s a warning and a challenge.

mine.

he’s quick to grab onto your wrists and pin them above your head. before you can brace yourself, he’s slipped a finger inside you. you gasp at the sudden intrusion, but welcome him as he curls his finger towards him, gently brushing against that spongy spot that leaves you breathless.

he chuckles lightly as you roll your eyes back. his thumb presses on your clit, nudging it side to side. “you’re soaking wet,” he mutters, sliding another two fingers inside you. “all for me?”

your hold on the sheets tightens.

he leans closer to your ear. “i can’t wait to smear the remnants of your orgasm on my cock. make it slick enough to slip inside you. make you feel good. we want my darling to feel really good, right?”

you hiss when he starts thrusting his fingers into you at rapid speed. desperate. eager to make you spill your affection onto his hands.

“that wasn’t a rhetorical question, sweetheart.”

you can’t help the moan that leaves you as you approach your climax. “y-yes! yes—ah—diluc!”

his grin looks so unlike him. his thumb starts to draw circles on your clit, going quicker and quicker the more you squirm and moan.

“cum on me. do it for me, princess. cum all over my hand. give me all your everything.”

you can barely understand the undertone in his words. instead, you reach your high. your orgasm pours out of you, onto his beckoning fingers. and instead of letting you go, he continues mercilessly until your left whining for him to stop.

and he does. eventually. he slowly pulls his digits out of your crying cunt. he collects the droplets that trickle out of your lower lips and let’s it drip onto his twitching dick. he runs his hands along his shaft, letting out a shaky groan.

“look how pretty you’ve made me. this is all you, darling.”

he fucks you like it’s he’ll die if he doesn’t. blinded by the mixture of pain and pleasure, you close your eyes and submit to the feeling of overwhelming bliss.

you’re so overwhelmed, that you don’t register how he’s kissing your neck like a man on a mission.

დ

the two of you are in the middle of a normal tuesday brunch when childe sees it. when you turn to accept the menu from the waiter, he can see the slightest marks that you couldn’t hide, even with the most expensive foundation.

you curse internally when you see his eyes narrow in on you. you should’ve known better than to ever believe that diluc would ever follow one of your only rules: no hickeys.

and now childe, notoriously competitive, will feel compelled to have his fill.

you should’ve worn a scarf.

you thought that the position of the hickey, and the slight fadedness your foundation was barely able to provide would’ve been enough. you were wrong.

like a built-in reflex, you smile. “what’s the matter? is there something wrong?”

he gives you a smile, an all-knowing smile as he takes the menu from you. “nothing is wrong at all, girlie. i’m just admiring that new necklace i bought you.”

you’re good at pretending nothing’s wrong, so you fiddle the crystals with your hand. “i love the way it shimmers,” you add, “i love how sparkly you’ve made me.”

if you’ve done anything to settle his displeasure, he doesn’t show it. instead, he averts his eyes to the menu. you know better than to believe that nothing bad will come out tonight.

for the rest of the night, he engages in small talk with you. about the weather. a new store that’s just opened up. some story about some poor guy who borrowed more money than he could ever give back. the thought makes you tighten your grip on your fork.

when you get back to his penthouse, he’s quick to strip you of your luxurious gown and all of it’s accompanied gold accents. when you reach to take off the necklace that decorates your neck, he stops you.

“keep it on,” he whispers, his hand crawling up your thigh to grip your ass. “wanna fuck you looking so pretty in my jewelry. wanna make you shine with sweat as pretty as those gems.”

“oh really?” you retort, sliding your hand between the two of your bodies and cupping his sex. he groans as you run your fingertips down his groin. “wanna make me shine with your cum?”

“yes,” he gasps. in the heat of the moment, his eyes catches the faint outline of diluc’s mark just below your jaw. overtaken by some primal instinct, he presses your waist against him. “you’re letting all those side-fucks give you hickeys?”

his words almost make you want to freeze. but you’re quick to resume back to normal, to pretend that those words don’t phase you. that you don’t hear the implications in the undertones of his voice.

it’s worse if you tell him it was unintentional.

“it’s a new development.” you tug at his hair as he digs his face into the crook of your neck. “you get only one.”

you need to have the upper hand. in a sea of seven men who are constantly demanding things from you, you have to take what you’re dealt with and do something before they overtake you.

he grins. “you’re such a tease. which motherfucker left this on you?”

you know better than to tell him. everyone knows that there’s seven who you’re regularly seeing. but they don’t know the names—not the order. you know better than to give names. these men are as powerful as they are rich, you wouldn’t do anything that’d upset the city’s dynamics.

so you avoid the question, like you’ve always done.

“i can think of better ways you can use that mouth, other than asking silly questions.”

his brow twitches, but he doesn’t do anything else to push you. instead, he smiles into your neck. “only one?”

“only one,” you confirm.

he doesn’t hesitate to take off your necklace. his hands dive to the back of your neck to unclip it and toss it to the side. you let out a yelp in surprise when it clangs onto the coffee table.

“i’ll buy you a better one,” he says in-between open-mouthed kisses on your jawline. “fuck, i’ll buy you a thousand more.”

he sinks down to your collarbone. “’been dreaming of this. my girl, my pretty, pretty girl, wearing reminders of me.”

♡

the two of you are in the comfort of kazuha’s home. wednesdays are reserved for writing, and like always, you’re pinned under his watchful gaze while he writes his thoughts away in his notebook.

with every few scrawls, he peeks over the paper to steal glances at you. you hum, pretending to be blissfully aware. you’re just here as his muse.

as of this moment, you snuggle into your comfortable place in the back of his study, leaning against the window that expands to his backyard that oversees the sunrise and sunset. your own notebook rests on your thighs, your knees pressed close enough to your chest to allow you to write smoothly. kazuha sits across from you, his feet sometimes brushing against yours. if you laid your legs out straight, no doubt that the balls of your feet would meet his waist.

he keeps stealing glances at you. has been for the past hour. no matter how much you try to focus on your own poems, you can’t brush away the feeling of being watched.

his eyes are impeccable, and can spot the marks that occasionally peak underneath your scarf when you move a certain away.

“you let them mark you?” he asks out of the blue. not accusatorily, per se, but you can detect the edge in his voice.

the corners of your lips perk unnaturally. the moment you’d been dreading since you woke up had arrived. you let your eyes soften, as if it could soothe kazuha by any means. with a gentle hand, you reach out to softly grasp his hand that tightens around the edge of his notebook. it’s something he accepts readily, enveloping your hand with his.

“i was meaning to talk to you about this, kazu,” you say tenderly. “it’s just something i’m trying out. everyone gets one. see if everyone’s okay with it.”

kazuha doesn’t say anything. his gaze is fixated on your intertwined hands. “my love, they mark your skin like animals.”

you smile like it’s no trouble. because that’s what you need him to believe. you feel like kazuha’s a loose thread. tug him in the wrong direction, the wrong idea, and he’ll undo the entire sweater.

“it’s only going to be seven,” you reply, trying to lessen the tension.

“it’s better if there’s just one,” he retorts gingerly. “they aren’t gentle at all, are they?”

you don’t like the way his eyes sweep over your entire figure. you hold back a shudder, feeling as if a ghost had just passed through you.

“they are,” you mumble, although you can hardly say it’s true. “don’t you worry kazu, i can handle myself.”

your line of sight flits back to your intertwined hands; he lets go, instead running the pads of his fingers down the back of your hands before settling on your wrist. his hold is firm. it’s not tight enough to cause you pain, but not gentle enough to let you pull away.

“i’m sure you do, love,” he mutters. but the way he says it makes it seem as if he doesn’t believe you.

his eyes connect with yours intently.

the rustle of your clothes shuffling echoes through the quiet study as he pulls your wrist towards his mouth. in doing so, you’re forced to lean forward. his eyes never leave you, not when he presses a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist.

“they just want you for your body,” he says, more to himself than you. “they don’t love you at all. everything would be so much better if you just dropped them. let me take care of it. take care of it all.”

you don’t say anything back. he doesn’t want you to. and even if you did, it wouldn’t be something he’d want to hear. you have bills to pay. you have enemies a wealthy poet wouldn’t be able to defend you from on his own.

his tongue slides out of his mouth to lick a long strip up your wrist, all while looking at you. he presses open-mouthed kisses in the same spot, sucking and nibbling with purpose. in-between kisses, his tongue draws letters on the expanse of your skin in a sentence you’ve begun to fear.

A L L M I N E

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when spring comes, tighnari will sometimes give you hickeys. he’ll do it in the heat of the moment in a passionate rut. he can’t think of anything else but you. how perfect you are for him. how beautiful. how you belong to him.

while he drives his cock into you the only way he knows how, his lips will find their place in the crook of your neck. on the curve of your breasts. on the plush of your thighs. he’ll kiss you like you’re his air.

he’ll whimper into your skin. in that moment, you’re powerless to stop him. his pace is godspeed, pummeling into you like you’re his lifeline. driven to leave his white reminders of his love and devotion into your aching pussy. you can barely hold yourself up steadily. your fingers tremble. overcome with an insurmountable high, you can’t push him away as he leaves hickeys all over your body.

it’s not to send a message to everyone, per se, but to express the feelings he’d been keeping pent up during autumn, winter, and summer. the overwhelming infatuation and adoration he feels for you.

his pension for leaving nonstop hickeys on you starts to settle on the fourth day. and by the end of the week-long rut, they’ve faded just enough that you can cover it up with foundation and expensive jewelry.

but when he’s not blinded by his sexual desperation during the spring, it’s a different story.

it’s a perfectly fine thursday mid-afternoon in the comfort of tighnari’s study when he sees it.

he catches a glimpse of kazuha’s kiss on your wrist when you pass a cup of tea to him. your sleeves ride up just a bit under the beaming sun. you notice too, and are quick to pull back. but it’s too late. the moment he’s set down the cup he’s grabbing onto your wrist and pulling back the sleeve. “what’s this?”

you’re tempted to let out a breath of relief that he didn’t notice the hickey that barely rested on the edge of your collar. when you donned on the turtleneck sweater, you feared that he’d notice it if it slipped down and grow even more livid.

just play it off. pretend. if you’re lucky, by the end of this week, you’ll end up with only six hickeys.

“oh, i must’ve bumped into something.”

tighnari scowls. “this doesn’t seem like an ordinary bruise. how’d you get it?”

you’re scrambling for a believable response. “i was leaning back onto the counter and didn’t realize the corner was there.”

he chuckles. “clumsy you.” his forefinger inches up the slightest bit to press on it.

you wince. subsequently, your entire body tenses. this isn’t like those times where you can lie sweetly to him whenever he asks for you to stay for good. this isn’t like one of those times you can charm your way out of a situation. the way he looks at you is knowing. feral.

“i wasn’t born yesterday, love,” he hisses. “i know a hickey when i see one, especially when i leave them on you every spring.”

the way he kisses you after is rougher than usual. desperate. needy. aggressive. he presses into you, his tail wagging tentatively. he brings your arms to wrap around his neck. his tongue caresses your own, exploring your mouth like it’s a new discovery. a new treasure trove.

he whimpers into the kiss, his little squeaks and moans muffled by his need to devour you.

you close your eyes and let yourself get swept up with the pacing. to get distracted by him. you hardly register the time pass before the two of you are naked, your clothes strewn across the floor in his bedroom.

your back is pressed against his chest, your ass hugging his dick while he slides his hand down the valley between your breasts, stopping to pinch your nipple until it hardens. his other hand is left to its own devices, settling on your waist.

his fingers find themselves in the comfort of your pussy. he whimpers at how amazing you feel around his fingertips. how every time he pulls in and out, there’s squelching noises that almost overtake his little whines and yelps. every time he pushes his fingers back in, your ass presses a little closer to his dick.

he moans like you’re the one pleasuring him. like he’s on the cusp of euphoria, only silencing himself to press open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder.

“it’s m-my turn,” he says in-between whines. “m-my pretty l-little pet.”

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when alhaitham gets home after a long week of working, all he wants to do is relax in warmth of your embrace. friday is his reward.

he eats dinner as always, asking you questions in-between bites while delivering long stares that still make you feel like you’re being researched. but this week, instead of insisting you two spend quality time together reading on the couch, he coaxes you into the bedroom.

he groans into the kiss, pressing you to the wall as he helps you out of your clothes. but when he opens his eyes to admire your body, he doesn’t like what he sees.

he lets out an unamused chuckle. his hand brushes over your shoulder. “what’s this?”

you try to speak, but he cuts you off with another kiss. when you gasp in surprise, his tongue dives into your mouth.

he leaves you breathless; his pace is rough, almost angry.

“what a bad girl you are,” he seethes, “letting all those bastards touch you like that? bruise your pretty, pretty skin?”

he doesn’t let you talk. he envelops your opportunity to reply with his relentless kisses. he presses harder into your mouth, your teeth almost gnashing together. it’s almost painful, as if he wished to bind you two together.

“every friday is my solace, my holiday, didn’t you know?”

you gasp for air. “i-”

“i’m not done yet.” he brings his lips to yours for another hungry kiss. “every week i work so hard so i can see you, cherish you, and this is how you repay me? i thought you were my good girl.”

he chuckles darkly. “but you’re just a bad apple, aren’t you? i’ll have to fix that.”

he continues to kiss you. to ravish you with his mouth. he swallows your moans, his hands eagerly exploring your body like it’s his first time. and like always, his hands find their place on your chest.

“i’ve always loved your breasts: the way they curve, the way they sway so sweetly every time you arch your back for me, how your nipples perk up with every caress of mine.” he flicks one and you yelp.

“those imbeciles really have no intelligence at all.” he licks a long stripe in-between the valley of your breasts. “your body is a canvas.”

his eyes connect with yours, beckoning your gaze. a silent connection, a guarantee that you’re looking at him. at what he’s doing. at what he’s making you feel.

he stares at you attentively, and once again you feel like you’re being studied. every gasp that comes from your lips. every twitch of your brows. every time your eyelids flutter is under his watchful gaze like it’s the only thing his sight is for. like he’s a scientist researching the cure to his very own hunger.

his lips find purchase just on the edge of your areola, sucking intently. “to mark you is a form of art.”

he relishes in the way you shudder. but he needs more.

with one hand on your waist, his other comes up to fondle your other breast, craving for more reaction.

“only idiots wouldn’t be able to realize it.”

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unlike all of the other saturdays, where you’re probably swept up in the grand scheme of things (attending formal events, meeting politicians, or shopping like ayato’s wallet depended on it), you’re lounging in ayato’s home office on a calm evening.

the two of you decided to end things a bit earlier today and relax a bit. and by that, you suggested to spend some quality time alone so that you didn’t need to walk anymore. although you prided yourself on stamina and tolerance to soreness, even you couldn’t keep up after just about a week of aggressive men fucking their jealousy into you.

“it was hot today,” ayato mutters lazily as he gently runs his fingers through your hair. your head rests on the plush of his thigh, just as he likes it. “are you sure that you’re comfortable in that turtleneck, love?”

you curl into yourself a little bit more, tugging the collar up. “yes, i’m perfectly fine.”

you’re not fine. you’ve been sweating up a storm underneath your sweater but you were adamant on ending this week with six hickeys instead of seven. your stubbornness refused you the pleasure of ice-cold showers to wash away how your clothes burned you.

he pouts. “are you sure? you look awfully uncomfortable, dear. you can take a shower in my bathroom, if you’d like.” he smiles. “i won’t look, promise.”

you turn to look at him, contemplating. on one hand, you don’t believe anything good will come out of undressing in ayato’s house. you don’t believe his promise, either. if you knew him any better, he’d walk into the shower on the grounds of saving water, where he’d see all the hickeys imbued into your skin. while diluc, childe, and kazuha’s marks were getting a little faded, you doubt you could somehow explain alhaitham and tighnari’s hickeys.

but on the other hand, you’d been in this sweater for a whole day already. and your skin was started to get irritated. you felt gross with all of the sweat you’d accumulated. maybe five minutes wouldn’t hurt.

you smile like there’s nothing to worry about. like you’re an adoring lover. like you’re whoever ayato wants you to be. you reach out to cup his cheek, to which he warmly receives.

“okay. i’ll be back soon.”

he chuckles as you get up from his lap to head to the shower. you had to be quick.

you all but run to the bathroom once you’re out of sight. you head to ayato’s bedroom where some of your clothes are. dresses, lingerie, t-shirts, jeans, shorts, and all other items of clothing he’s ever bought you hang neatly in his closet. you pluck whatever seems practical and make a break for the shower.

you slip off the diamond ring he’d given you months ago. you all but slam it onto the counter, relieved your ring finger can breathe for once.

the quicker you take, the more likely you can shower without incident.

but the moment you’ve stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped secure around your torso, to your horror, the door opens.

“hey, love, i was wondering—”

just before you can close the door shut on him, his eyes connect to the discoloring on your shoulder.

regardless of his discovery, you move to usher him out. but mid-way, your feet are halted in the middle of the bathroom floor. the words are crawling in your mouth. you want to tell him that you’d like to shower in peace, tell it to him teasingly, but you don’t think you can.

that’s not what he wants. that’s not what pays the bills.

you offer a tight-lipped smile. “like what you see?”

he paces towards you, caressing your shoulder. he leans closer to you, examining the color, the shape, the size. “hm, so that’s how they want to play this game,” he whispers, ignoring your question entirely.

his hands gently tug at your towel. he smiles. “won’t you open up for me, love?”

he guides your hands as you drop the towel, revealing alhaitham’s mark.

“hm.” he looks at you as if he’s silently critiquing an art piece. “i see what’s going on here.”

he takes the ring that you left behind on the counter and works to slide it slowly onto your finger again. “you almost forgot to wear the symbol of our love, dear.”

“oh, it must’ve slipped my mind.” it’s like there’s cotton in your mouth. your throat feels dry.

he chuckles at that. “poor thing. my poor lover can be so forgetful.”

his eyes drift down to your chest.

he presses a kiss above your breasts, where your heart is.

“she almost forgets that she’s mine.”

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even if he’s your designated sunday, if you aren’t careful enough, kaeya will create a week full of trouble for you.

when he eats you out, he becomes pussy-drunk. he kisses your lower lips like it’s his prize. his reward for working so hard this week. his tongue runs up your pussy to your clit in a slow, deliberate stroke.

when he reaches your clit, he lets his mouth mold over your nub. he licks at it gently, cherishing it like it’s his only rose on a lonely valentine’s day.

he makes love to you like he’s reached his happily ever after. his lewd slurping overshadows the shuffling of the sheets, your moans. when he dips his tongue into your cunt, he whimpers.

his fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place. even when you’re overstimulated, begging for a break, he won’t let you go. he savors the way you tremble so cutely under his touch. how your cum leaks out of you in small streams after your fifth release. he’s immersed in your cunt, yearns to make out with your lower lips while his nose nudges at your clit.

it’s too much. the feeling of your climax is so overwhelming.

he wants you to feel this euphoria, to remind you of how he feels every time he looks at you.

he wants you so much. so fucking much it hurts him when he can’t see you. when he can’t hold you. when he can’t be with you like a real lover. he needs you like he needs air. he needs to feel you wrapped around him to give him life. to give him purpose.

that’s why when you’re so swept up in the feeling of a constant climax, when your legs feel numb, he gets so carried away.

if you don’t catch him in time, kaeya will leave secretive hickeys along your inner thigh, dangerously close to your folds. he needs the others to know he’s staking his claim.

to know he’s making you feel so good that there’s definitive proof.

at the end of the week, when you see him again after seven days of trying to calm down the jealous storm among your seven sugar daddies, he’ll grin.

it’s that same devious smirk he gives you at candlelight dinners, except it isn’t one to mask his vulnerabilities with charisma and one-liners. it’s one to tell you that he knows exactly what he’s done.

he knows what he wants, and he’s finally had enough of the fucking waiting.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 6 months

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romantic aizawa and mic watching their darling please!!

Watching From Afar | Yandere EraserMic

They alternate stalking monitoring you in your daily life

With them being teachers and pros

It makes for many sleepless nights

Fighting the urge to sneak into your bed and cuddle up next to you

They rarely do it together

When they do, it's a special night

Anniversary, date night, holiday–you name it

If they’re not planning to snatch you up they spend their time dreaming about it

When Aizawa watches you, he’s sly

Careful and precise he gets as close as he can without disturbing you

He also takes great note of your surroundings

That wall has a hole? That neighbor’s pushy? You’re running out of fruit?

He’s aware of it all and is more than willing to wait for you to be drunk asleep before sneaking in to solve these things

Not more than he needs to as much as he wants to

He’s your silent protector, he has to keep his cool

No matter how adorable you are drunkenly addressing him on his way out

Hizashi on the other hand isn’t as respectable or has that much control

He’s biting at his shirt as he watches you snuggle in your comforter without him

Or how you’re humming a song out loud and he can’t sing along with because he’s in your ceiling

Hizashi is not careful and he’s not overtly more sneak as he absolutely must be

He doesn’t want to just keep watching you

He wants to feel you, have you, taste you

He secretly hopes you catch him so that he can sweep you up and take you away

He knows his cat-loving husband would rather observe you than directly interfere

But if he makes too much noise or if no one’s believing you about the eye you keep seeing in your ceiling

Than maybe Shota would be willing to move on from just watching

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Boy with no eyes~

Yandere oc x Fem/Reader

Warnings: hurt reader, Yandere literally without eyes, yandere things in general.

It's been a few days since you were at this man's house, you had a broken leg and he found you in the forest and decided to take care of you until you're ready to go home.

It all started when you had the incredible idea of going for a walk in the forest, you wanted to get out of your stressful routine and took advantage of your vacation from work to do it.

But you didn't expect to be so unlucky and fall right into a rusty bear trap that didn't want to get off your back at all, resulting in you being in pain for a long time and losing blood until you passed out and woke up in a room you had never seen in your life and next to you a man with reasonably long black hair, who was wearing an open dark blue coat, giving you a very good view his abdomen but what caught his attention the most was that he was wearing some bandages on his face, specifically where his eyes were.

And now you were here, in the house of this man who didn't want to give his name, being looked after by him until your leg got better and you admit to yourself that it's not that bad.

So you've lived here a long time? .You ask as he cleans your foot wound.

...yes... He responds quietly, as he normally does, he is a guy of few words just saying what is necessary.

I understand, but... it must be difficult to live in the forest alone, especially with your condition and such... You speak carefully so as not to offend him or anything like that.

He stops what he's doing, and you worry that you might have offended him with your comment, but then he responds.

I'm not alone now.

He responds more quietly than usual but you listen and don't react for a while but then you laugh a little and agree with him.

Yes, yes, I'm here now for now

You see him going back to doing his 'job' of cleaning his wound and you start to wonder again who he is, why he lives in the forest alone, and most importantly, what happened to his eyes? But you don't ask out loud of course, since ever since you woke up and talked to him for the first time you've realized how secretive he is about himself.

I can't wait to go home, I'm already missing the city's pollution. You say laughing, but as always he doesn't react and you make a slight face.

I talk too much, don't I? So you ask out of fear that he will find you boring and noisy.

No, I like listening to you, sorry if it doesn't seem like it .He says and takes the new bandages to put on your foot.

No problem, I was just afraid of being just a nuisance to you, since I just lie here and you take care of me without mentioning that I talk too much.

I don't care, you can rest assured.

Ok... but this time can I help you at least put the ribbons on the bandage?

It's okay, you can help, even though I can do it alone.

Yes, I know you can do it yourself sir independent, but I want to help at least a little. You say, laughing a little at his words and then help him with the bandages on his foot.

Are you sure my foot is broken? It's just that it looks like he didn't break it and just tore the ligaments. It wasn't the first time you said that to him, and he always said the same thing to you.

I may not see it but I understand injuries and I'm sure it's broken, now I'm going to make dinner. He says, getting up from the chair with the first aid kit in his hand and heading towards the door.

Just rest a little ok? And then he leaves, closing the door and leaving you alone looking at your bandaged foot.

Is it really broken?

Sorry if there are any translation errors, my translator is making errors because of the internet, so any errors apologies 7w7

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x female reader #yandere No eyes #yandere oc x female reader #yanderes x reader #yandere x y/n

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tinandabin · 11 months

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Guys. S4 EP1 Kny. Let's insert reader there because YESSSSSSSS!!!!!! im SO EXCITED TO BE WIRITNG FOR KNY AGAINN!!!!!!!

updated a/n: y'all, it's me, tina except now kny has s4 ep8. wow I forgot about this draft lemme continue it.

Yandere Muzan x Reader ( I hope this is yandere )

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You were summoned in the infinity castle, well not really summoned, just teleported to a different area since you quite literally live in the infinity castle. All because of stupid Muzan being love-sick over you. Like bro, find a new obsession or something. Stop being a creep.

"[Name], come here. Stand beside me." Muzan said without looking at you, sensing your presence as soon as you were here. He was mixing some chemicals, since when did bro know chemistry?

You obeyed nonetheless, it would be futile to resist. So you got up and stood beside him, like a dutiful pet. You couldn't help but look at all the different chemicals Muzan was mixing, like bro, tell me the atomic mass of barium!!! You had this sudden urge to poke the chemicals, so you did. "Darling, don't do that." He chided you softly, as if you were some child. Did you listen to him? No.

Soon, all of the uppermoons were summoned and Muzan went on and on like some boring professor lecture. You almost fell asleep, almost.

"Ne ne, Muzan-sama, who's the new guest?" Douma, sitting in a criss-cross position, pointed a finger at you, staring at you menacingly. You stared back, more menacingly. Soon, it turned into a staring contest between the two of you before you decided to jump down the platform where Muzan is also standing, because why not? You have free will!!

Muzan glanced at you before sighing, irritated. "Don't do it." He warned. You looked back at him, smirking. "What if I did?" You replied in a snarky tone. Muzan looked fed up with your bullshit while Douma only merrily laughed in the background, finding it amusing that someone was able to challenge the demon king. A mere human, at that.

"Don't," Muzan said, not bothering to look at you again. "What's the magic word?" You wiggled your eyebrows at him. Really, all of the uppermoons were just waiting for you to get your skull burst open because who in their sane mind tells the demon king to say the magic word? Psh, as if he will- "Please don't." I kid you not, the uppermoons let out collective gasps. "Are you a witch?" Daki muttered, looking very surprised.

You only laughed and decided to not jump off the platform. Maybe another day. It was comical seeing the oh-so-feared demon king listen to the demands of a tiny human. That, my dear, was a normal day with the feared demon king. Just some uppermoon meetings, where you got Muzan to do something polite, effectively shocking the uppermoons to their core so much that they might just go into a coma. They all have concluded that you must be some type of goddess to be able to get Muzan to say, 'please'.

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"Moo-zan." You poked Muzan's cheek as he read some boring ass book about flowers. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, humming.

"I'm bored."

"And? That is not of my concern."

"I'm bored."

"I still don't understand how is that my concern."

"I'll eat your books."

"Would you like to go to dinner, tonight?" Muzan felt threatened. He knows you won't be beyond eating his books.

Silly little threats always work, guys. Try it out! Sponsored by [Name].

Masterlist

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idanceuntilidie · 5 months

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In the Aurora Circus

Yandere circus performers ocs x gn reader Warning; metions of kidnapping, yandere themes, being tied up and not in the fun way.

Also you will meet Henry and his love is and will be only platonic, the rest is romantic. Thank you very much. Almost 1000 words someone give me a medal and hot chocolate.

I think my sugar is low- if you want to ask me about everyone you meet go on more might come soon

You start to think that everyone in the circus likes you, but not in a friendly, bestie type of way. Hell you think they all love you. They love you like Kit and Hero. It might be their fault, and it makes sense!

Since they brought you here you swear the air shifted in the circus.

It started with one of the dancers, Kit by accident left the trailers door open, a spark of hope was lit in your brain. It burned bright, but you swear her eyes twinkled when she saw you. Her cheeks burned red, and she just backed away. The gag that hero shoved into your mouth stopped you from screaming.

Ox wanted to talk with Kit, he was starting to act odd, and she just wanted to see if anything was wrong. Sure, he and Hero mentioned something about crush but it could mess with the shows, and she just wants the best for everyone. When she finally got to that trailer, she noticed the door being open, when she got closer, she saw someone sitting on the bed, tied up, (e/c) eyes staring at her. Her heart fluttered. You poor thing, tied up and all. She didn’t move, just watched, will you try to scream? Whine? You are already shaking with fear, why not try to scream? She doesn’t know where this fascination came from, but she didn’t mind. Ox never thought she would say this, but you looked cute. Like a hopeless bunny, it made her heart flutter. Her cheeks burned. She needs to go, back away. And so, she did, but she will visit you tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow you will try to scream.

The next came those twin clowns, this time the door was closed, and you were just sitting and reading a book. When all of the sudden you saw two clowns' storm into the trailer. They looked like they were running from something. “Jesus J this was too much!” One of them whispered yelled, the second one scoffed. “C It’s fine, she needed a little bit of stress relief-” The words died in his mouth, yours too you didn’t know what you say. The twins didn’t also. So you just both stayed like that, silently staring at each other. The one called C looked at you then at J. “Holy shit Kit and Hero kidnapped a pretty person”

C got smacked at the back of the head by J. The other one winced in pain, while J shushed his twin. “You never saw us here, but for once in his entire lifetime, you are cute, but sadly sweetheart this isn’t our business.”

They started to push C towards the exit. “See you later Hun”- J blew a kiss towards you.

“Hey wait-”

They fucked up again, prank gone wrong, Ox was pissed let’s say they decided to mess a bit with her make up. They needed to hide, and they knew Kit and Hero were gone because they needed to buy some stuff. C suggested they hide in their trailer. So, they did, but they didn’t expect to find someone in there. Both of them were speechless. After that little one-sided conversation, they ran away again. This time they hid in the tent. “You saw what I saw?” J wheezed. C nodded eagerly. “An angel”- C sighed dreamily, they did expect for J they him again, but they just nodded agreeing with them. So this was the famous crush of Kits and Heros. They too quiet but, J had to admit they were a little attractive. They felt bad, his heart aching with guilt. They ignored the chatter of C rambling about how heavenly you were. They were right, you were. It made him wonder if they could see you again, and so did C.

You third meeting was actually with the owner of the circus, since he heard some rumors, he wanted to see what in the hell was going on. Henry was his name, Kit told you about him, tall scary and tired old man who got this circus after his parents died. He made the show go on. He saved many performs from becoming homeless, like Kit. You were sweating bullets, but you were a little hopeful now. Maybe he would help you get out, but when he agreed on letting you stay you swear you felt your heart sink. You were speechless, Kit and Hero were so happy. You felt like your life ended right there. But for Henry, he delt like he had a new kid to take care of and raise, and well more performers.

Your spirits dropped after meeting Henry, Kit and Hero kept taking care of you. You felt like a doll, and it felt like shit. After some time, they even let you roam around. You tried to avoid Ox, you think you saw J and C running away from Henry this time. You chuckled at that, but backed away so they wouldn’t see you.

So that’s how you stumbled upon Lio, the magician. So he was the fourth one you met here after getting kidnapped. You loved his shows and seeing him up close was magical. He made few tricks, possibly a warmup. You think he was ready for the main thing when you saw him looking at you. He was smiling and gesturing you to come closer. Lio saw you roaming around the circus, he thought might give you a small show. The way you were looking at him made him chuckle and smile. Maybe you would be his little assistant for a while, so he decided to invite you in. He showed you a couple of tricks, and even thought you some. You were so happy, he always liked to make people smile, but yours was enchanting. You must have put a spell on him because damn, he can’t think about anything else but you.

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