How Do You Think Yan!Wanderer Would React To His Darling Trying To Hurt Him?

Persuasion

Summary: Aemond protects those he cares about ruthlessly. You are no exception. So he will have the truth, or someone’s head. Maybe both.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW. Overprotective Aemond. Edging. Orgasm denial. Oral sex. Breeding kink (implied)

Word count: 2k

“Do not tell Prince Ameond.”

“Do not worry, my lady. My lips are sealed,” Grand Maester Mellos bowed lightly, gathering his ointments and bandages.

“Do not tell Prince Aemond what?”

By the door frame stood Prince Aemond Targaryen, arms crossed, and a dangerously calm look on his face.

Maester Mellos knew better, and Aemond’s seemingly composed demeanor was not to be trifled with.

The old man froze in place, glaring at the young prince as if he’d suddenly grown a third arm.

Clearing his throat, he greeted with a bow. “Prince Aemond… welcome back.”

He turned his eye to you. “I’m waiting.”

You huffed in annoyance, knowing far too well that he would turn something trivial into an unnecessary ordeal.

Because as far as Aemond Targaryen was concerned, your safety was paramount, and he would not have it any other way.

“Thank you, Maester Mellos,” you smiled warmly, trying to ease his nerves.

He merely hurried to make his way out, but Aemond barred the door, eyeing the man in front of him with a deadly stare.

“Aemond,” you called out, shifting to sit on your bed.

The Targaryen prince clicked his tongue, eventually stepping to the side. “Hmm.”

The poor old man was now visibly shaking, and nearly made a run for it once the pathway was made clear.

“That was uncalled for,” you half-scolded.

The door shut behind him, and he came to take a sit by your side, his face twisted into a serious expression. “What do you not want me to know, then.”

But before you could reply, his eye landed on your hands and you could swear you saw a hint of rage crossing his face.

“Who did this to you?” Poison coated his low voice, sending shivers across your spine.

He took your bruised hands in his, closely inspecting the damage to your knuckles.

It looked far worse than it felt. “I was sparring with Ser Criston. Just for fun,” you revealed, meeting his eye. “It was nothing much. This will heal soon.”

“He did this to you?” he sounded uncharacteristically… calm.

“No.”

Aemond’s tender fingers wrapped around your wrists, anger slipping through the cracks. “Then who?”

It would be much easier to give into the pressure, but you knew fully well that if you were to reveal who had been on the receiving hand of your fist, he’d simply storm out, not caring that the short amount of time you had to spend with with would be ruined.

“Let's forget about this for tonight,” you said, giving his hands a gentle squeeze. “I've missed you so much.”

Aemond rose to his feet, arching an eyebrow. “Should I go ask Maester Mellos, then? I’m sure he’d be much willing to talk.”

Rolling your eyes, you held him in place by tugging at his leather coat.

“Leave the poor man alone and fuck me instead.”

You pulled him towards you by his pants, slightly wincing as pain shot through your bruised hand.

“Tell me who it was.”

Deciding to ignore him, you parted you legs to accommodate him, resting your chin on his stomach. “Prince Aemond… I need you,” you pouted.

The hold you had on the young prince was such that had Queen Alicent fear that it might break her beloved son.

And nothing pleased you more than knowing you could bend him to your will with just the right amount of persuasion.

It didn't take long before he started panting lightly as you began caressing his crotch through the fabric, enjoying your touch and how you so skillfully and rapidly had his cock harden.

His eye fluttered shut, and he removed each layer of clothing from his body, until he got to his pants.

“Do not stare at me like that. I might lose it,” he groaned, bringing his thumb to caress your lips.

Your walls reflexively clenched around nothing, and you felt your clit swell in anticipation.

His toned torso gleamed of a faint mix of warm colours that emanated from the candles spread around you, and you couldn’t help to place the softest kiss on the think hair of silver that spread below his navel.

Aemond undid his pants to ease the tension on his cock before tossing the garment aside.

“Will you not tell me?” he asked, slowly dropping to his knees as your eyes were fixed on his thick and leaking cock.

With both hands on each thigh, he further spread you apart, dragging the fabric of your chemise up your legs, revealing your most intimate parts to his hungry gaze.

You knew what came next, and readied yourself by leaning back, supporting your weight with your arms.

Aemond pressed soft kisses up your inner thigh until he reached your folds.

He was staring intensely at you. “Last chance to tell me, my lady.”

You could feel his breath on you. “What does that mean…”

“Who hurt you?”

Aegon had been the one to meet your fist after he decided it would be smart to badmouth his brother in front of you. Not even Ser Criston Cole moved to defend the future king. He had deserved it.

But the last thing on your mind was Aegon and his ridiculous antics.

Aemond did not answer your question, as he pressed a kiss to your folds.

“How is it so swollen already?” he growled, parting your folds to reveal your throbbing clit. “Do you like me on my knees that much?”

He had such a way with words that you reckoned you might be pushed over the edge from the sound of his voice and lewd words.

You bucked your hips into him as you felt his tongue prodding at your entrance for a brief moment before he dragged it to lick your clit.

The sight of having the young prince hungrily eating you was enough to ignite the coil in your lower abdomen.

His tongue slipped inside you, as his nose was pressed against the sensitive bud, teasing it with each slurp.

“Right there… Gods…” you threw your head back in sheer pleasure.

The pressure on your lower half was such that you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Aemond…”

Just as you we were about to plunge into blinding bliss, you felt him draw away from you. The immediate loss of touch earning a strangled cry from you, your clit demanding attention again.

At first, you thought it was merely his intent do shift positions, so he could be buried deep within you and having your walls contract around him from your release.

However, by the time he was on top of you, dragging the thing underside of his cock along your folds, yet refusing to enter you, that’s when you realised something was off.

“Please… please…” you nearly yelled, wrapping your legs around his waist to increase the friction.

But Aemond paid no mind to your pleas, and kept rolling his hips while sucking gently on your neck.

The moment he heard your gasps getting louder and breathier, he halted, kissing away the tears that had started to flow from the overstimulation.

He lifted his hips as to avoid his cock from touching you at all, and you felt the urge to smack him.

“What are you doing,” you cried out, vision blurry and chest heaving rapidly.

He pressed his lips to your cheek in such adoration, that your heart skipped a beat.

“Do not underestimate my feelings for you,” whispered in a warning tone. “I would start a war for you.”

Others might brush that aside as an overstatement, but Aemond Targaryen did not utter empty threats.

That revelation sent you pushing your hips to his, urging him to have his cock on you once more.

Suddenly, his lips twisted into a mischievous smile, as he suddenly pinned your arms above your face.

You eyes widened in utter shock. “Aemond….”

“It seems we are in a bit of a predicament, lady wife,” he purred, lips nearly touching yours. “You seek release, but I shall not give it to you until you tell me who hurt you.”

At this, you tried to wriggle away from his grip. “Oh… fuck you!”

“I want that, too,” he said teasingly. “But first, you need to tell me a name.”

He chuckled at the evident agony in your eyes stilling your hips with other hand.

“And you will not be able to have your release by yourself without your hands,” he said, giving your wrists a squeeze. “Your choice.”

Your clit throbbed desperately in between your folds, craving his touch, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek at the sight of his cock drippings strings of precum onto your abdomen.

He was just as desperate to have you, and you were perplexed that he had such self control.

Seeing that you refused to cooperate, he lowered himself into you, his cock pressed down on your clit as your folds enveloped it.

“Gods… just move…” you growled in despair, tugging at your hands in an attempt to break free from his grip.

Surprisingly, he did as you asked, rolling his hips slowly. You tried to mimic the motion just so you could get to your point of no return.

But Aemond knew your body too well. He knew exactly what made you tick, and how your body would respond.

He stopped moving at once, heaving a frantic wail from you as your release got put on hold once more.

“Aegon! I threw a punch at Aegon,” you blurted out in between sobs as your sensitive clit throbbed against his cock. “He was uttering nonsense about you and—”

“You punched my brother?”

You opened your eyes to see surprised on his face, with a hint of amusement. He then released the grip on your wrists and brought one of your hands closer to his face, rubbing your sore knuckles with his thumb.

“That’s my girl,” he laughed, planting a kiss on each knuckle. “You should have told me right away.”

You rolled your eyes. “And you would have gone after him. I want you here… with—”

He immediately cut you off with a burning kiss, and just as quickly, he angled his hips to bury himself inside you.

The overstimulation and denied releases had left your body so sensitive that it was as if everything stung and you had to bite your lip hard to muffle your cries.

He ground mercilessly into you, breaking the kiss and removing the eyepatch.

“Look at me.”

You were met with the sapphire in place of his left eye, and knew that he was close the moment his arms faltered, and he nearly collapsed on top of you, speeding up and gripping your hips as he pumped in a final broken rhythm.

Taking your face in your hands, you had your lips caress the long scar, knowing fully well he had grown used to you showing him how much you adore every single inch of him.

“So tight…” he groaned.

You then watched in marvel as his mouth fell open in a quick hiss as he stilled inside you, filling you to the brim.

Feeling his cock twitching inside you violently as he spilled his cum inside, drove you over the edge until your vision blurred in waves of colours, tearing the room with a sharp cry of pleasure.

Aemond managed to regain some composure as he lifted your lower half and placed a pillow underneath your backside.

“Stay like this for a while,” he said, slowly sliding out of you.

Your breathing came out in erratic pants and you felt him gently pushing inside some of the cum that had spilled with his fingers.

At this pace, it would not be long before your belly would start to swell with his child.

He caressed your face with his hand, as he brought his lips to press a loving kiss to your sweaty forehead.

“Avy jorrāelan.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but before you could return the gesture, Aemond slid off the bed, rapidly getting dressed.

“Where are you going?” you asked, shifting to your side, a gush of cum spilling from you.

“On my way to behead my dear brother.”

You groaned in exasperation. “Aemond!”

Title: Transfer of Ownership.

Pairing: Yandere!Childe x Reader (+Yandere!La Signora).

Word Count: 1.2k.

TW: Unhealthy Relationships, Threats of Physical Harm, and Manipulation.

Childe found you outside, huddled beside a low-burning torch, staring blankly at the ground.

Which, to be fair, was probably the best place you could be. The others had devolved into petty arguing hours ago, and for as many briefings as you’d suffered through on the edge of Signora’s lap, he doubted you’d be able to show the same apathetic tolerance inside of a dark, freezing cathedral, well in view of a coffin only freshly shut. And, of course, it wasn't like there was anything to keep you there, anymore - no hand to catch your hip in a lace-edged grip, no lips to purse and simper as a sweetened voice ordered you, in no uncertain terms, to sit still and keep your mouth shut. Really, part of him was surprised you’d shown your face at all, that you hadn’t taken what you could and fled while the Harbingers were still waiting to see who would make a move first. It was what he would do, if he was in your place. It was certainly what Signora would’ve done, if the roles had been reversed.

But, you were always a timid one, weren’t you? The leash might be gone, but you were still too scared to take off your collar, still more comfortable living under its weight than doing away with it completely.

He'd be lying if he said he minded. Signora trained you well, after all, drilled compliance into you like she was teaching you to breathe.

If only she'd lasted long enough to reap the benefits of such an obedient little pet.

He moved slowly, let you hear his muffled footsteps and snap towards him, your shoulders squaring and your body going tense before you realized he wasn’t Pierro or Arlecchino, that he wasn’t there to drag you back inside just to mumble a few final words to a room of bickering politicians and deafened soldiers. You didn’t relax, but you didn’t scurry away, either, and he was able to take his place across from you, on the other side of your make-shift hearth, the distance between you no great length, but still existent. Signora liked to keep you pressed into her side, if not as far underneath her as she could manage. Childe wasn’t so merciless. Or, he wasn’t going to be so merciless tonight, at least.

“I’m glad to see you,” He started, holding his gloved hands up to the open flame. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d genuinely felt cold, but it couldn’t hurt to pretend. “Holding up alright?”

You looked away, your gaze dropping back to the ground. You weren’t, obviously. He could see the redness in your eyes, the fresh bitemarks littered across your bottom lips, the stiffness in the way you kept your arms crossed over your chest, but it'd be better to let you admit to your own distress than try to pry it out of you, as he was sure the others already had. “The Tsaritsa has been kind to me,” You mumbled, by way of response. “Her Majesty and her Harbingers have been very generous in the wake of Rosalyne’s departure. I can't say I'm unprovided for.”

He could only wonder which of the other Harbingers had fed you that line. “That wasn’t the question. How you doing, (Y/n).”

“Badly.” Immediate, hasty, spoken with a sort of begrudging panic that brought a smile to his face before he could drag it down. Luckily, you were already preoccupied. “I mean, I'm fine. Or... I'm sad? I’m not— I don’t think that I’m—” You paused, taking a deep breath. “You knew how she treated me. You all saw how she was. How am I supposed to feel?”

You shifted and something caught the moonlight – a silver band stunted with a single, enlarged ruby. You’d worn it for as long as he’d known you, but he always assumed you’d been forced to, that Signora had made some hollow threat about letting Sandrone weld it to your finger, or asking Capitano to make you one that grows tighter and hotter every time you try to take it off, or something else she’d never actually go through with. Now, you fiddled with it like an old comfort item, running the pad of your thumb over the crimson gem as if you were trying to wear down its edges. “And yet, you’re still here.”

“It’s just…” You turned away, sharply, more out of paranoia than any reluctance to go on. Consider the measures Signora took to isolate to (and the willingness the other Harbingers showed to maintain that isolation in her absence), he might’ve been the first person you’d spoken to sincerely since her death. Or, since she took you in the first place, depending on the kind of relationship you’d had with Signora behind closed doors. “Rosalyne took so much away from me. I don’t know if I have anything left, now that she’s gone.”

He was quiet, for a moment. Just a moment. Childe already knew what he wanted to say, but you didn’t have to know that.

“The weather can be harsh this time of year. In Snezhnaya, I mean.” He nodded towards the cathedral’s courtyard, to the starless sky and the layer of fresh snow. “You should get away.”

That earned a breath of a laugh. “I don’t know where I’d go. I don’t have anywhere to be, without her.” And then, with a pointed look towards the cathedral. “Besides, it’s not as if they’d let me go very far.”

“Not on your own, sure.” He let himself smile, this time, truly smile, hoping the dim light and the harsh shadows would disguise the sharper edges. “But, if you were to travel with another Harbinger, perhaps one stationed indefinitely in the very scenic, very distracting Liyue Harbor…?”

You scoffed, but your expression was more apprehensive than dismissive. A pet, still unwilling to escape its own restraints, but open to the idea of letting yourself be pulled from one lap to another. “And what use would the fearsome Tartaglia have for a grieving spouse in Liyue?”

“Do you honestly think I’m that utilitarian?” You nodded immediately, and Childe chuckled, letting his head lull to the side. “I just think it'd be nice to see a familiar face so far from home. It can get lonely on the other side of the world, and I wouldn’t mind having someone who doesn’t think of me as the renowned, infamous, stunningly brilliant, devastatingly handsome—” He clicked his tongue, bared his teeth. “—and so incredibly fearsome Tartaglia.”

“And, if I was to agree to accompanying you,” Your expression softened, and you adjusted your coat, pulling it over your chest. “When would we leave?”

“First thing tomorrow morning, Don’t worry about packing, either – the Northern Back always treats its guests with unwavering hospitality, and you’ll be on the arm of their most dutiful host.” He stepped around the torch, placing himself that much closer to you. “I’ll let the others know, too. All you need to worry about is getting yourself to the harbor by dawn.”

Your shoulders slumped, your posture losing its rigidity for the first time since he’d first seen you tonight. Since he'd met you. “Thank you, Ajax. I…” He heard the doors to the cathedral open, the sound of footsteps just starting to flow into the courtyard, and you lowered your voice, tilted your head back to meet his eyes. “Honestly, I just want to think about something that isn’t her.”

He only grinned, only draped an arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his side. You brought up a hand, covering your mouth to stifle the small, bubbling laugh that might’ve escaped, otherwise. Your ring came back into view, and he found himself wondering if you would take it off tonight, or when you arrived in Liyue, when you were too distracted to realize it’d been slipped off of your finger. He wondered if you’d let him buy a replacement, or a dozen, or however many it took for you to forget that you’d ever worn anything else.

He wondered if you’d ever take a shining to sapphires, instead.

Hi! I heard that you’re taking in requests! May I ask for a reader who was kidnapped by scaramouche? She was socially isolated to the point stolkholm syndrome kicks in for reader? 🚶🏼‍♀️

summary. socially isolated darling who develops stolkholm syndrome for scaramouche

warnings. general yandere themes, stockholm syndrome, social isolation, breif descriptions of injury, emotional manipulattion/abuse, scara calls you a slut once.

you had been so stupid. so naive to think that scaramouche wouldn't find out about your little fling with one of the fatui lackeys that worked for him. it was risky to even allow feelings to fester for another person, but someone who worked for scaramouche? that was just dangerous. you should've known better.

but, honestly, it couldn't have been helped. he was the one sent to your room after punishments that left you needing medical attention. he was so soft and caring when wrapping bandages around you or applying ointment to heal electrical burns. he talked to you gently and made sure you were okay. he was there for you in a time of need, and you were able to find comfort and safety in him. it was inevitable that feelings would form between the two of you.

it was an accident that scaramouche found out. you don't really know exactly what happened, but you do know that he found out by overhearing his lackeys teasing you're secret lover about his crush on you.

scaramouche was livid. he came into your room, grabbing you roughly and dragging you out. you were scared as you fumbled to keep up with his fast paced steps, but you didn't struggle against him or say anything. you didn't know where you were going until he tossed you onto the hard, cold ground of a cell.

"if you want to be a slut so baddly, then i'll just have to fucking keep you locked up where you'll never see anyone but me ever again." he told you before slamming the door and leaving you there all alone.

you thought he would let you out eventually, but it's been two months since then. it was okay at first, you actually even enjoyed the silence and alone time. but after a while it scared you. you didn't like being alone anymore, and it didn't help that the cell he kept you in was dark and cold, which only made you feel more scared and alone.

right now you were laying in bed, clutching tightly onto the sheets that you held over your head. it had been at least an hour since you've been trying to fall asleep, but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't. you felt like you were going to throw up because of how tired you felt. you were so miserable.

you breath hitched when you suddenly heard the door to your cell creak open, an uncomfortable feeling settling in your stomach when the eerie noise filled your ears. you didn't move, or say anything, just simply layed there, waiting for what would happen.

sometimes he'd come down here to drop off food and the he'd leave, other times he would linger to berate you in some way. you didn't like how cold he was towards you during your time down here, it made you feel so small and helpless, and it just reminded you how badly of a situation you got yourself into — how badly you fucked up.

"y/n." he called, voice cold and emotionless. you didn't answer, merely pulling the sheet tighter around your form. he took that as an opportunity to continue, though.

"you want out, don't you?" you shifted, lifting the sheet only enough to see him standing a little ways from the bed, but you remained quiet. you watched as he walked to where a chair was in the cell and he sat down, leaning back and crossing his arms against his chest. he then looked at you, making you pull the sheet back down to cover yourself.

"just admit that i'm all you need, all that you want, and you can come out." he said, amused.

you held your breath as you contemplate his words, unsure of what to do. you're afraid of admitting he's right — because he is, you do need him, you depend on him, really, but you don't know how to feel about that yet and it scares you to think about it. but then again, you hate it down here, you hate it so much it makes you want to cry just thinking about staying here any longer.

scaramouche takes your long silence as refusal, because before you can muster up something to say, he begins to leave. clicking his tongue, he mutters a 'fine' as he stands from the chair and starts walks towards your cell door.

"wait." you whispered meekly, just barely loud enough for him to hear. "pl—lease... don't leave me here al—lone again."

you couldn't look at him, too ashamed that you finally succumbed to him. but you were so scared, you didn't like being alone and he was here, with you, willing to comfort you and finally let you out of this suffocating cell. you didn't really have a choice but to accept that he really is all that you have or you'd be left down here alone again.

when you think about it, he's really not all that bad. it's just when you upset him that things get scary for you. otherwise he cares about you, makes sure you're okay and well, and he can also be sweet. he'll gently kiss you, call you sweet little nicknames and simply hold you tightly in his arms. he's attractive too, you cannot deny that.

you don't have to keep resisting him, you think. it's pointless and only ends in painful punishments that make you end up regretting you ever defied him. it's okay to give in to him and accept that you're his, you tell yourself reassuringly.

"oh?" he sounded mockingly, turning around to look at your pathetic form that was shivering under the thin sheet. "finally come to our senses, have we?" you flick your eye up to look at him momentarily, and he's smirking down at you like he'd finally won — which technically, he has.

you quickly look away, nodding your head ever so slightly. "please." you hesitate for a moment, tears welling in your eyes as you swallow thickly. "I–I need yo–you."

you don't hear him say anything after that, only the creaking of your cell door closing. you don't look up to see if he left, you just assume that he did.

a whimper escapes your quivering lips and you grip tightly onto the sheets of the matress where you lay. too busy wrapped in the fear of being alone, you don't notice light footsteps walking towards you.

you flinch when a calloused hand touches your cheek, the gentle stroke of a thumb lulling you back into comfort. you look up and see scaramouche sitting crouched in front of you, a soft, barely there smile displayed on his lips.

"shh, sweetheart. there's no need to cry, i'm right here."

–First Time

⚠TWs/CWs: pre-Fatui Scaramouche, use of Scaramouche’s real name, submissive top! Scaramouche, fem reader, first time, brief voyeurism, virginity kink, loss of virginity, creampie, not rlly proofread

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・✶ ｡ﾟtighnari doesn’t think anything will come close to how you feel against him, but he’ll still try.

♱ warnings — female genitals mentioned but not present, pillow humping, very needy tighnari ꒰ fank yew rekha @21-06-1996 for making me think about this even more ily n ur brain !! ꒱

he’d grown used to having you around him so often, accustomed to your company and the feeling of your skin against his whenever he seeked. so why did it have to be you who was chosen to go pick mushrooms today, and why did you have to look so pretty as you left him with a kiss, one that left him wanting, yearning for more before he’s stalking to your room with a tight pout and clenched fists.

“gah—it’s, its s-so good.” tighnari whines from where he’s got your pillow pressing tight against him, his cock throbbing against the fabric with every desperate rut of his hips and he should be embarrassed with how needy he sounds, looks right now.

but then his tail shudders, ears twitching with the next languid grind against your pillow and as quickly as that thought comes, it’s gone when he bites down on his bottom lip — eyes fluttering closed in bliss because it even smells just like you.

“c-can’t—ughhhh..can’t stop.” tighnari’s voice cracks and he feels his cheeks burn even brighter when he hears the whispery, whimpery sound of his own words before his fingers are twisting in the fabric underneath him and he’s humping even faster. he feels mindless, in both brain and body and his skin feels too warm underneath the remaining fabric of his clothes before he’s burying himself deeper into your pillow.

he wonders what you’d say if you caught him like this, so weak and needy and he also wonders, hopes that maybe you’d help him out — let him take what he truly wants, and if he thinks hard enough he can imagine the soft fabric to be the saccharine squeeze of your tight walls around his cock.. no, you felt better.

tighnari nuzzles deeper into the fabric with the next twitch of his cock, it’s damp from where he’s been rutting into it — slick with pre-cum but it only makes his movements easier, faster and he doesn’t even realise the way he’s flushed to his chest and drooling along the other side, but his mind is too hazy with bliss and thoughts of your pussy around him to care as his tail swishes rapidly behind him.

“hnnn—it feels too good. ‘m gonna, i—“ he gasps, it’s sharp and breaks off into a whimper as the mattress squeaks under his needy humps, and he really is like a fucking animal right now, whining your name as he inhales your scent and wishes it was you taking the spread of his cock as his cheeks burn brighter.

“p-please..i’m—ah.” tighnari whimpers and gasps, inhaling sharp before he’s cutting himself off when his teeth sink into the plush pillow beneath him, and his cock throbs with the first too much shudder of pleasure as he cums — his hips stuttering before he’s soaking the fabric beneath him.

but his pace is still unrelenting despite the waves of bliss that course through him, primitive instincts making warmth burst along his thighs and shoulders with every thrust as he whines, long and needy around the pillow before he’s burying half-hormone drunken babbles into the plush mound and his eyes roll back.

tighnari only stops when he’s twitching and whimpering from overstimulation, his thick load smeared along his thighs and abdomen and his lungs feel like they tremble on each of his soft pants as he tries to catch his breath. his eyes are heavy and his bangs stick prettily along the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead and cheeks while his ears twitch, tail shuddering from the remnant of his tingling pleasure that still twist in his abdomen.

but then he blinks slowly and when he realises the mess he’s made along your pillow, a huff sounds from his swollen lips before he’s burying his pretty, cherry flush behind his palms and grumbling under his breath, his mind flickering back to you — like it ever left.

“ugh… i hope you remember the distinguishing differences between edible and poisonous mushrooms this time.”

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Hello there! I hope you don’t mind (or if I’m not bothering) but is it possible to request yandere headcanons for Fire bird? Oh! Also, thank you for your amazing works (remember to take care of yourself!) and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Not at all, dear, I am more than happy to!

And thank you for the considerate words. You do that, too, alright?

⸸ O-02-101 (The Firebird) ⸸

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made a mythical creature from Slavic folklore into an attention-seeking pretty boy. OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

"Nothing brings this Abnormality as much joy as a good hunt would, especially when the prey being hunted is him."

⸸ Imagine...he was once a bird of legend. A volucris of such beautiful plumage that thousands of men died because of their greed for his feathers.

⸸ If he were to soar the skies in the dead of night, he would shine over the world like a second sun.

⸸ But now, his feathers had become so black, they look no different from the void in space. The only remainder of his former legendary status was the weak flame of his heart. It is burning just bright enough to show that he is alive...but not living.

⸸ People had long stopped believing in him. No longer do people consider his feather a sign of good fortune, nor are they willing to go on dangerous quests to hunt him down.

⸸ So, is there really still a point for his existence?

⸸ As would be expected from someone who craves attention, O-02-101 detests Insight work. Their poor darling who is only doing it because it is their job would have to endure the full brunt of his tantrum.

⸸ No, he will not lash out or speak up about it. That would be too indignant for someone magnificent like him. He isn't a savage like those Birds. Instead, his darling would have to realize what he wants on their own.

⸸ While they wipe away the beads of sweat rolling down their face, they fail to realize that the reason why the temperature is so hot, is because O-02-101 is fuming.

⸸ Because how dare they pay more attention to that funny machine on the wall. Was that thing more intriguing than him? Said funny machine is actually his containment unit's thermostat, and the poor agent is trying to adjust the room temperature.

⸸ He may consider himself better than than the other Abnormalities, but he wouldn't be classified as a WAW for nothing.

⸸ On the not so rare occasion he is upset about his darling, his containment unit's temperature would rise by one degree (in Celsius) for every line they cross. The normal room temperature is 10 degrees, which may seem cool enough...until one realizes how easily triggered he is.

⸸ To make matters worse for his darling, he is also triggered by positive treatment.

⸸ Just to list the few ways Agent N provoked him:

Not paying enough attention to him

Paying him too much attention

Complimenting his appearance

Rejecting his EGO gift

Mentioning Abnormalities, O-02-62, O-02-56, O-02-40, and F-01-37

...and the list goes on.

⸸ He doesn't mean to burn or hurt his darling...but he would be lying if he said seeing them struggle because of him doesn't bring him pleasure. He enjoys knowing that even like this, he is still a challenge to deal with. No one wants to look easy now, do they?

⸸ Rest assured, he would never let his darling die. The moment he sees them collapse, he will use his flames to regenerate their wounds, both physical and mental.

⸸ And as the Manager (and everyone else) would eventually realize, his concern for the agent is the only way to prevent him from trying to burn everything down. His sadism would naturally produce a high number of PE boxes, but his Qlipoth Counter level won't drop if he's too preoccupied with his beloved's wellbeing.

⸸ Though this shouldn't be abused because if their Darling truly does die, a single burning room will be the least of the Manager's problems.

"For the sake of the facility, it is better to sacrifice Agent N to avoid a department-wide fire by O-02-101."

⸸ The rule of thumb is: don't let him feel unnoticed or unappreciated. But remember to not stroke his ego too much that he feels confident enough to breach.

⸸ In the event that he does, he will most likely just be following his beloved agent around. The facility's temperature may rise dramatically, but this is nothing lethal compared to what he will be provoked.

"O-02-101 may love to be sought after, but that doesn't mean the Abnormality won't pay back kindly in its own way. Unless the facility has enough fire-extinguishers, do not suppress it."

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Anon, your request inadvertently opened up a lot of ideas for me.

⸸ Elsa's Snow Queen/King's headcanons

⸸ Firebird's rivalry against the Birds of Black Forest and SQ/K

⸸ Or maybe said birds begrudgingly 'sharing' their darling

TIGHNARI AND APHRODISIAC SHROOMS UR BRAIN IS SO HUGE do NOT apologise for it I could kiss you right now !! Tighnari is so sweet and thoughtful surely he would never :(( right :((

(thinking about him slipping something into ur food when you’re not looking, praying to whichever god that you’ll come to him begging for his help later)

cw: drugging, yandere, dub-con, not sfw

you're not entirely sure what's wrong with you; cannot properly put a description to the prickling heat and the ache inside of you that has come on since this evening's dinner. you do try and sneak a look at some of the other rangers, to see if they're experiencing something similar - whilst you're all, by now, experts on which mushrooms and fungi and plants are poisonous, there's always the chance that something that's been used in a dish has been contaminated - but nobody but you appears to have had such an adverse reaction.

there's only one thing for it.

you try your best not to bother tighnari with trivial matters; in fact, you lie in your little hut for what seems like hours, pushing off all of the blankets and trying to ignore the fact that your entire body seems like it’s on fire, but nothing seems to do anything to quell the heat. you sweat and sigh and whimper, tossing your head, desperately hoping that it goes off - and at three in the morning, you give up, and you try and put on the least amount of clothes that’s still decent and use the cover of darkness to find your way to the general watchleader’s hut--

tighnari’s ears are sensitive from miles away, and they’re particularly attuned by now to the sounds that you make. he hears the whimpers and the sighs, hears you pad along the wooden constructions, hears your heavy breathing and the soft moan that falls from your lips when - he imagines - your thighs press together and the friction provides a modicum of relief. inside, he is giddy; he has been waiting for this. but when you come to his door and sniffle out something about how you hurt, you think you’re running a fever, is there anything he can do . . . he is as kind and comforting as ever, gently chastising you for not coming sooner.

closes the door behind him. takes your temperature and clicks his tongue and says that he’ll prepare some herbal medicine, lay down on the bed and wait for him - purposely lets his bare fingertips (you woke him from his ‘sleep’, after all - of course he’s only in a pair of cotton pyjamas with a hole cut for his tail. he needs to sleep in things that are easy to shrug off so he can get dressed quickly in an emergency). brush over your own bare skin. 

. . . the feel of tighnari’s fingers on you is heavenly. your lashes flutter, your throat bobs, and you stifle a moan. tighnari’s tail swishes, ears twitching, a deep intake of breath - and then he touches you again, gently asking if that’s soothing you any. 

it is. he continues; pretending to be entirely professionally concerned and hoping that the light in his eyes isn’t too strong. pushes up the hem of your shirt, touching your bare stomach - your mind hazy, arching your back for him until his hands are cupping your breasts and his thumbs are trailing circles over your nipples and your breath is heaving. 

it’s important to tighnari that you ask him; that you think that this is all your own fault and not his. he sighs and asks you if you’ve been near a particular kind of flora recently, says something about the gases and continues to tell you off even as he’s pinching at the hardening buds, slipping a hand down the front of your thin pyjama shorts to brush over your heated sex. you’re too far gone to question him, just mumbling tearful apologies and canting your hips up and begging him to touch you more, you’re sorry you’re sorry you’re sorry--

well. tighnari acts a little put upon, as if his cock isn’t boring a hole through what he’s wearing; sighs at you, all weary, and says that he can ease the symptoms if that’s what you really want. just say the word; tighnari’s a nice young man, he’s not going to touch you without your explicit consent--

(after your explicit consent is given, though . . . he’s insatiable. rough tongue dragging over bare skin, fingers tipped with almost claws digging into your hips, nose buried between your thighs as he rasps out how good you smell in between hungry laps of your slick . . . rutting into you like an animal in heat. knotting you, pressing his teeth into your bare shoulders, fucking you and fucking you and fucking you and loving the smell of you needy and wanting and the sound of your high-pitched whimpers and whines. normally, he would hate those . . . but if they’re from you--).

in the morning, you find that your itinerary for patrols has changed; that tighnari is having your hut re-assigned so it’s closer to his. he tuts at you and shakes his head and tells you that you clearly need a little re-education in safety within the avidya forest. from now on, the two of you will spend more time together. he’s even finagled some private time for meals--

(he has a supply of the powdered mushrooms he slipped into your curry last night, and he knows exactly where to pick more). 

GENSHIN + WHERE HE LIKES TO FINISH

— ꒰ including ꒱ — diluc, alhaitham, kazuha, scaramouche, childe x fem! reader

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — new year, new layout

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, messy, they‘re v whipped for you

— ꒰ DILUC ꒱ + inside of you

"do you feel me?"

a little coquettish, diluc spoke against your neck, rolling his hips into your spread open hole, giving into the sobbing pleasure.

you're curling your fingers into his deep red hair, lightly digging your nails into his scalp, "d-diluc, please." your shaking proceeded to become more violent and so where his sloppy thrusts.

"c-can't get enough of you, ever." he admitted, his ruts now so uncoordinated and uneven, you realized diluc was close, on the edge of his so called blissful release, a hairbreadth away from tasting the so called euphoria.

his hips added onto speed before he was able to control himself, the way your dripping pussy was engulfing the entirety of his whole length so greedily and desperate was coursing through his pulsating veins.

diluc wanted to release right now, urged you to milk him with your sweet little cunt, that belonged to him, just him.

only he was allowed to worship you, eat you out and lastly, spill his gift deep inside you until you were nothing more than a stuffed full, fucked out mess underneath his huge body.

"ah- fuck." he hilts himself completely, hips grinding and hitting the mushy, abused spots within you, "fuck!" as he bit his lip to control his words, it still did not constrict him to moan your name in pure ecstasy, hauling himself down to quickly chase your mouth with his.

you're grinding your hips up fully, meeting his tempo, mewling and sobbing sweetly as you hiccuped his name, over and over, a small bubble of tears splattering over your warm cheeks that had you bury your face in him.

and then you feel him, all of him, his warm thick cum was heavy and turned your body giddy, soiled with pleasure. As a clear result his breathing came short, diluc felt himself untwist in you, emptying his white essence and burying it, as if he didn't want it to leave anymore.

"it's leaving." he suddenly claims, you didn't expect his lips to form a somewhat similar expression of a pout, he was almost relentless by how greedily he urged his cum back to nestle in your pussy.

you hazily smiled back at your boyfriend, still overly sensitive and feeling his every move as diluc proceeded to smoothly drag himself back and forth, back and forth, with the obscene squelching noises outlining your wetness.

"i don't want it to leave you." in the heat of his admittance, he lowered himself in combination of digging his once semi erect cock back into you as much as he could, hungrily capturing your lips.

with this, you could feel him twitch again, pulsating hard while engulfed in your mess covered walls, breathing hitched but his eyes, they told another story, surrounded in a maze of aching impulses.

— ꒰ ALHAITHAM ꒱ + on your face

the delicate hold on your hair alhaitham had when he observed your blubbering expression, eyes dwindling with tears, felt surreal and exhilarating.

he could feel your struggle, always, yet you still had been doing such a good job for him, suckling on his huge cock that was barely able to fit in your mouth, if only you could part them a tiny bit more.

unbidden, your mouth worked on your own, lowly tracing your tongue whenever he was fully settled and prodding your throat while hollowing your cheeks as you went back up, fingers moving lower to outline over his length and balls.

"f-fuck." it was rare for you to hear him speak like this, so uncoordinated and all over the place.

"you're so- so fucking good at this, you know that? of course you do."

the heat had coiled in him, his loins were thoroughly on fire and stagnating with every lap of you. You clawed onto his muscular thighs and ridged through his tight pants, holding him as bear as possibly.

"close." his palms suddenly burned into your head, "yo-you're gonna make me cum."

how pretty his little angel was with your cute mouth, sugary sweet lips and archons, your sounds, noises without words and he not only heard them, no, he also felt them on his stiff length, vibrating through his thin skin.

the fluidity in your movements was turning easier the more of his pre and your spit was gathered in your mouth. Alhaitham stirred and growled lowly, shifting you back and forth on his unbreakable grasp as he began to rut himself deeper, faster.

in this, you closed your eyes to focus on your breathing, flaring your nostrils just a bit to get enough air through you. You were already haze minded, your vision blurring a faint white but then he abruptly widened the space to pull himself out of your messy wetness.

alhaitham spiraled his cock in between the little tunnel he shaped with his hand, feverishly jerking himself in front of you as you breathed out of your mouth, every inch of energy exiting your state.

"there you go baby." he suddenly coos, you knew what he meant, immediately prodding your tongue out to catch as much of his gift as you could.

those words alone were the only form of warning you had gotten when his white milk splurged in thick ribbons on top of you, messily coating your mouth, cheeks and tongue.

despite the abruptness of it all, you moaned at the warm stir, slicked up when he dragged his wet tip over the mess, spreading it further on your skin.

alhaitham was smirking at you, how could he not? the way he scanned your face, so unbelievably sexy, eager to feel your warm mouth again.

— ꒰ KAZUHA ꒱ + on your stomach

the mattress shifted of kazuha's body retracting himself further, gathering your legs to push against you, feeling his swollen tip probe between your squishy folds.

he fit his head into your hole again, driving himself inside and filling you up, a groan rumbling in his tensed up chest.

"ah- you feel so warm." no further, he moaned into your neck, lowering himself to nibble on your sensitive skin while grinding his hips forward.

"let me- let me taste you after this." he spoke without an inch of shame, sometimes you wondered if he was even aware on just how riled up you could become from his words and manners of speech alone.

kazuha twisted his arms over your shuddering body to keep you close as you did the same, wrapping them around his waist while digging your nails into his back.

his skin was warm and sticking against yours, his warm cheeks flushed with a yearning urge to finally climax, sharply indrawing his breath to fuck your brains out, breasts bouncing at every rut as he caught one in his hand, fondling the bundle.

your moans deepened the coil within him, your hands working over his straining, wet skin as low profanities left your lips. Kazuha imagined this all day, dreaming how you guzzled and sucked him dry, how you made him cum violently until he was nothing more than a shivering mess.

with his last couple of thrusts he could feel the twist in his stomach unwind, just in time he managed to pull himself out as he hastily trailed himself into his hand, already clumsily spilling out thick globules of his cum on your lower stomach.

you're crying at the warmness and liquid, kazuha always came a lot when he reached his climax, but this time it splotted up to your chest with him greedily smearing it over your stomach up to your breasts, flicking his cock head over your sore nipples.

— ꒰ SCARAMOUCHE ꒱ + on your cunt

for scaramouche, the more soiled and dirty the bedsheets, not to mention you, would become after he fucked you silly, the more he enjoyed the whole process of making love to you.

there's no point in fucking you otherwise, he wanted you to be smudged and tarnished with his white seed, wanted to paint you nastily and memorize it in his filthy mind forever, maybe jerk himself off to the memory of it all later.

"fuck- fuck you're so fucking tight, fuck!"

he lowered his body to sloppily kiss you, moaning dirty words into your mouth while jolting his cock past the tight muscles of your cunt, angrily rutting his length in.

he claimed you, all of you, and you surrendered, truly, giving yourself to him in your glory. Scaramouche knew how to use you, how to leave you begging for him and drooling over his throbbing cock.

he stiffened a groan on your lips, dragging the wet tip of his tongue over your mouth, "i'm so fucking close."

the smacks of your body only elicited you to cry out again, your throat straining and on fire from archons knows how many times you had spilled his name from your lips.

his scent and smell was washing all over you, It was all you could perceive and bath in, not that you were complaining that is, it had you weak on your muscles, your mind on the brink of turning off as another blow of his hips came, this time rougher, but also needier.

"please- kuni please." you're mewling, sobbing with his thrusts growing erratic, swift but so outlandishly hard, it tickled all the pulsating spots in your messy cunt.

"i'm going to ruin you." he's whispering, his voice sweeter against your lips, capturing his mouth as you moaned into him, the last pumps of his cock pushing you past the edge as he messily dragged himself out, releasing and coating your mushy folds.

scaramouche dragged his cock head in between your flesh, overturning your pussy with his hefty seed and making sure to plaster it all together, watching it stick onto one another.

he's smirking now, "f-fuck, that's what I'm talking about, dear." his teeth scraping over his lower lip to muffle a groan, again pressing his tip in your fluttering hole to tease you just a bit, each drop of his cum doubling on each stroke.

— ꒰ CHILDE ꒱ + on your ass

childe quickly dragged a fluffy pillow under your hips to have your ass all prettily perked up, roughly squeezing and fondling on your precious flesh.

fuck, he loved you, adored you, all of you and how fucking cute your pussy looked squished in between your mushy ass, he needed to bury himself back into you again.

"fuck baby, keep taking me like that." he's smirking, splaying his large palms over your skin to mercilessly plunge into your pretty pussy.

he's melting, ajax felt you flutter and clench down on him, grab him and impatiently swallow him all in. The precise rolls of his hips were intoxicating and undeniably punctuated, as if he knew which exact spots to tackle.

the sound of bodies colliding onto each other crowned in midst the insufferable hot air in your room, childe's half lidded, piercing gaze digging daggers into your backside.

he's quick to lay himself flat on your back, soft pants soothing your sweat covered neck when he abruptly bit down, his solid length straining the most delicate muscles within your walls as you curled on him, crying his name in a sobbing chorus.

"one more baby." he's hooking his fingers around your neck, "one fu-fuck— one more and I'm done baby." his tongue was smoothing down on your shoulder, roughly licking as he kept his messy pace, your slick thoroughly covering his pelvis.

you melt into the soft cushions, tangling into his arms as you perceived a sudden shudder from him, his pleasure washing down on his entire body in an instant.

your cunt twisted and constricted his movements, your sniffles nothing more than an undertone as he jerked himself back, planting his filth on top of your ass and squeezing his toe curling load in between your flesh.

ajax was never satisfied, he continued to watch his milk dribble down your ass to your thighs, observe how your figure shuddered under his broad body, clawing onto the pillows while wiggling your ass back to him.

he's coy, breathlessly laughing and planting his cock in between your buttocks, "you're so fucking hot, you know that?"

©2023 anantaru do not share, copy, translate any of my work

I’m thinking about Albedo, wanting to run a test on you. He wants to make you addicted to him.

Whenever you’re with him, he laces your food. first, with a highly addictive substance, then with an aphrodisiac. your first visit on the side of dragonspine was fairly uneventful, but he could tell you were flustered as you left. he revels in it, wondering if you could even make it down the side of the mountain before your hand was down your pants. or maybe you did make it all the way back home, all pent up and hazy from the drugs, rubbing your little pussy against a pillow like a bitch in heat.

and you come back, and you feel the same feelings. this time, though.. you’re a little less adept at hiding it. he’s made you cum at least six times by the end of the night, and you pass out there. of course, your breakfast the next morning is laced too, and he gets to watch you blush and shake and try to hide it and fail miserably all over again. how exciting.

and eventually it works, you turn up at his shelter more and more often, all but begging for his cock even without the drugs. he successfully got you addicted to his dick, and he’s gonna use it to his advantage.

content warning: noncon, aphrodisiac drug use, mindbreak, masturbation (f), creampie. dark content! anti dc & -17 dni + nsfw under the cut.

ANONNNN big brain i love u for this kiss kiss

It’s the type of feeling that crept up on you almost instantly, lathering your inner thighs with slicks and clouds up your mind with lewd thoughts. All you could think is going anywhere as long as you’re alone, as long as you can hurry your dainty fingers down your panties and twiddle your wet cunt with your hand cupping your mouth to muffle your whines. it’s weird how you’re always like this around Albedo, knees growing weaker, cheeks heating up and by the time you realized, you’re rubbing your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs as he speaks.

It’s truly immoral coming from you, but even you can barely hold yourself together right now to think straight. Every subtle touch from him elicits a whine out of you which leads to you quickly excusing yourself without caring about the brutal cold. Not like it could compare with the way your body heats up right now, you just hope and wish to Barbatos that Albedo doesn’t hear you.

Guilt came to play with your heart when you started touching yourself to him, your fingers pumping inside of you, pussy squelching as Albedo’s face flashes across your mind. Embarrassed come next when you showed up at his shelter with a much more disarrayed appearance, begging for him to help you out from this weird situation you found yourself stuck with.

It’s a shame that your vision is too blurry from all the tears if not you could’ve pieced it together— why every time you consumed everything from him your body acts up, why even a spoonful of his food sent this feeling jolting in your body. But at least somebody prefers it that way, Albedo would rather you not know of it. Besides, why would you want to, right?

You’re happy here with him, constantly fucked out of your mind. If his nose isn’t buried in books then it would be buried in you, tongue lapping your wet cunt as the bridge of his nose rub against your puffy clit. And when he’s frustrated with his experiment, he’ll just let it out on you, pushing your soaked panties before shoving his cock inside of you. Not that you mind, all you know is throw your head back and worship his cock, tight pretty cunt clamped down his cock every time you cum all over his lap.

He doesn’t even need to laced your food again.

Clandestine Rendezvous | Himmel x Reader

If you weren’t so turned on and so touchy, the assignment would have done by now. If you weren’t teasing him, this wouldn’t have happened. If you weren’t wearing that skirt and thigh highs he wouldn’t be so hard right now.

All these reasons he could possibly think of endlessly hovered in his mind, but such excuses turned out so petty when he himself had secretly enjoyed this erotic and salacious “accident” you displayed for him.

Nameless Bard x Fem!Reader

disclaimer: NB is aged up and story is set on modern AU, service top Himmel and power bottom reader

warning: NSFW content, this fic is just pure smut no actual story, multiple orgasm, public sex

art belongs to: ylceon

word count: 11.2k

note: this is a two-part valentine special fic for my beloved himmel <33 i didnt mean to turn this into a valentine special but i just thought hey why not do it since imma eventually gonna post the second part in white day (march 14th)

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