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yandere toji fushiguro who's so big and imposing, he's got you cornered in the room where he's chained you up.

yet even then, you struggle against your bindings as tears fall from your puffy eyes. all the while he sits just out of reach and laughs, enjoying the view.

"aww, little bunny is too weak to escape, huh? fallen into a trap you just can't get out of, you poor poor thing."

[drxwsyni]

when toji does the thing™

[drxwsyni]

I missed you so much!

MWAH nonnie im sorry for being inactive, gotta love that seasonal depression hhh amiright fjhdksajhksa

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fghdjkjhvgfjkdbghfjd GIRL!!! i literally refreshed my tumblr and saw that petrified had updated and i have never jumped on a fic quicker!!! oh my god i was on the edge of my seat waiting to see how they'd go about getting her back, and she just walked right in and let them! your writing is incredible, this fic is my lifeblood and i'm so, so excited that you updated ahhhhbvhfjdcnbvhjck!! AMAZING!!! <33

AHHH TYTY MY SWEET

i was rlly unsure how to write this part, which is largely why it took so long but im glad it's being received well!! ty for reading love <3

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Petrified - Part 10 (2/2)

Yandere Erasermic x f!Reader SERIES MASTERLIST 2.6k words warnings: drugging, kidnapping, victim blaming, yandere themes

God, you didn’t realize just how expansive their bedroom was. You suppose being pro heroes, the two have the money to renovate. Because the bedroom made up the whole second floor.

In your past drunken haze, you’d forgotten how you’d made it into their bed, but now you see just how much there is to deal with. What you need to search through, in order to find evidence to finally pin something on them.

Where to start, you can barely decide. Yet you have to - time is running out. They’ll see you’re missing from the living room eventually, and then it's only a matter of time ‘till they find you

So you start with the drawers of the night stand. It holds a few trinkets. A book, some house keys - backups, you assume. And…a box of condoms.

You close the drawer, trying your best to silence your unbearable thoughts of that night.

This time you go for something a little more obvious. Under the bed. That's where everyone keeps their secrets, right? As quiet as possible, you get down on your hands and knees, head poking down to find…nothing. It's absolutely barren under there. 

The next thing your eyes land on is the bathroom. It’s tidy, making your search easier. But there’s still nothing to find, cabinets and drawers empty.

With your focus shifted to the search, you fail to notice the silence of the floor below you. A distinct lack of chatter, no clinking of dishes in use. 

A huff of frustration heaves from your lungs. It's only a second, but you take the time to clear your thoughts, head tilting back and eyes closing in contemplation. You have to find something, or else this whole thing will be for nothing. You’ll be back where you started, alone and nowhere to go for help. 

You have to find something, anything—

“Sweetheart?!”

It comes from downstairs, the voice slightly melodic and worrisome. Hizashi is looking for you.

And yet, you’re caught up in the ceiling tiles. That is, because one is just ever so slightly off. Like someone didn’t place it back correctly, not taking the time to line it up the right way. It peaks your interest.

Brows furrowed, you carefully climb onto the countertop. The cool granite bites at your knees, but you ignore it, rising to your feet. 

Downstairs, Hizashi is looking around the living room, seeing that you’d left your bag on the couch. 

Your fingertips are just able to reach the white ceiling. They push up and to the side, doing your best to move the tile that weighs more than you expected it to. You wince at the scraping sound it gives as you displace it more.

The blonde fails to find what he’s looking for—you.

His partner peers out into the living room as well.

It's dark, but there’s something in the expanse of the empty space above the tiles. A…bag? Small, no larger than a toiletry bag, but when you go to pick it up, it’s dense. Solid, like the inside is heavily padded.

Standing there on the counter still, you take the zipper and begin to open it…

“Maybe she went to the washroom?”

The solution Shouta offers is nullified when Hizashi looks down the hall to where the other suggested.

“Nah, door’s open still.”

…The bag flips open…and you don’t know what to think of the contents. 

Padded cuffs, folded together. 

A bottle of pills with no label, you can’t tell what they are by just looking at them.

Some sort of…auto injector? You can see the glass syringe is already filled with a strange clear liquid. But again, there’s no label in sight to tell you what it should be used for.

Just then, off in the distance, there’s a thud.

Then another.

And another.

Someone is coming upstairs. 

Your heart race skyrockets, the tension in your chest pulling tighter than it ever has before. It almost paralyzes you, until you once again hear the concerned sound of the voice hero. He’s calling out, but you can barely discern his words when you’re hearing turns into ringing as your panic increases.

 All you can do is fumble with the bag, trying to get it zipped shut. 

The steps are nearing the top of the stairs.

Shakily so, you put the bag and ceiling tile back into place. Your feet finally land on the floor as you rush across the room and towards the stairs. 

It's where you come face to face with Hizashi.

You all but run into the taller man, thanks to how he caught you by the waist.

“Woah there, whatcha doing all the way up here?” He sounds like he’s in good spirits, but you hear the tinge in his voice. A curiosity that’s less playful, and more on the side of caution. And his smile—it’s too forced, the expression unnerving you.

A weak smile is all you can offer back, as if the contents of your stomach aren’t about to make a reappearance with how god awfully nervous you are. “Uhh…just, looking for the washroom is all.”

You know he doesn’t buy it, but Hizashi plays along.

He chuckles slightly, “Missed the one downstairs?”

Why does he have to pry into the situation, now of all times?

With a dry mouth, you begin doing your best to come up with a response.

“What are you two doing up there? Dinner’s ready.”

Neither of you move.

His eyes look down at you, scrutinizing just a little harder for a moment. Then he’s back to normal, yelling a quick “‘kay” over his shoulder.

“Let’s go sunshine—food’s awaitin’.”

_____

Dinner went quick, which was fine.

What wasn’t was the fact that you still didn’t have tangible evidence to use against the two heroes.

Now, sitting by the fireplace with them, you need to get to work. Maybe they’ll slip up, you think. Accidentally admit to something damning, your hidden microphone ready to catch it.

But for that to happen, you need to provoke them. Which means you have to stick around for what you hope is only a short chat.

“...I’m sorry for what happened between us.”

And just like that, all eyes are on you.

Shouta narrows his gaze. “For what, exactly?”

You take a deep breath, giving a pregnant pause. “Well, you know…for the phone call, after that night.”

There’s a distinct silence in the room as they process your apology. 

“The one where you told us to never contact you again? Right…I think we need to talk about that.” The dark haired male continues the conversation with a sternness you’re all too familiar with. He stands, talking as he does. “Y’know, even if you didn’t mean it, people don’t just say things without there being at least a little truth to their words.”

He fills a glass with wine.

“Which leads me to asking…what would you gain by cutting us out of your life?”

There’s a tremble in your fingertips as you take the glass he hands to you, which you know better than to drink. Hizashi’s eyes are all attentive, possibly wanting the answer to leave your lips more than his partner does. 

You begin to bait them. “It wasn’t like that, well not really. I guess sometimes you guys can be a little…” 

Maybe they’ll fill in the blanks, you think.

Instead, their focus remains still. 

You resign yourself to having to spell everything out for them. “...overbearing?”

Again, the room doesn’t change; save for the fact that your mind is doing backflips trying to read the thoughts of the two. Shouta is stern as ever, but so is his partner - that’s the unusual part. It gives you a bad feeling, how serious he is. How they both are, and how it makes the atmosphere thick with tension.

As if pointing out the obvious, Shouta speaks up, not denying your claim in the slightest. “Surely, you know why we act that way?”

“...He’s right, pumpkin. I mean, ya don’t have the best track record when it comes to keepin’ yourself safe.”

Alright, there’s the hook you need to get them talking. 

In a faux attempt to lighten the room, you give a short laugh. “Well, I can’t read your minds when it comes to that. I know I’m not the luckiest person, and things haven’t been easy for me; but, what’s the big deal when I’m happy at the end of the day?” 

You think you hear Shouta grumble something under his breath, shaking his head in the process.

“Really, sunshine?” Hizashi’s voice has a layer of what you can only discern as disbelief to it. “I don’t wanna hurt ya feelings, but ya can’t be that dense.”

With the most oblivious look on your face, you retort. “...What’s that supposed to mean?”

The men are silent at your behaviour. 

While you still believe your actions these past months are justified, they continue to think the opposite. It’s led them to do unspeakable things, and you need them to admit it. To resume their attitudes that leave you suffocated, just enough for you to use it against them. 

Shouta lifts his gaze from where it was trained on his glass in thought of what to say next. “Where do you want us to begin? With that quirk of yours?” He stands, pacing towards the fireplace, “Yeah, that’s a good starting point — the way you just ignore how bad it is for you.”

You feel a pull in your chest, but you ignore it to focus on the lecture you’re about to receive. 

“You’d think that by now you’d realize how dangerous it is paired with your attitude—” Shouta’s tone is gruff and resentful, but you let it slide for now. “—which, by the way, is also a reason why bad things keep happening to you. What, from not knowing how to say ‘no’ to someone, to your perfectionism at work. Should I keep going?” He leans against the fireplace mantle imposingly, drink abandoned and arms crossed over his chest.

This time, it’s Hizashi who speaks, acting as the good cop to his bad cop type partner. “What he’s tryin’ to say is that you need us to be there for you.”

“‘Specially if you can’t even handle yourself in a goddamn crowd.”

Shouta’s accusation was quiet, but you caught it. And it stung, hard. Slowly, you felt yourself being torn down by his words.

“Excuse me?”

There was something in Shouta that changed, something breaking loose; like it had been tearing him up from the inside, just waiting for the opportunity to be freed. You’d provoked him far too long, and now he was prepared to let everything spill. Like it didn’t matter what he said.

“No, you need to hear this—you asked for it.”

The blonde tries to intervene. “Shou’—” 

“She’s weak, and saying what we’re both thinking won’t change anything anymore.”

Oh, how wrong he is, you think.

Or rather…thought.

It’s not your anxiety, this feeling is different. Like a disconnection from your brain to the rest of your body - barely there at the moment, but it makes your mind hazy. Light, even.

Something isn’t right.

The two are letting loose all of a sudden, and you know it’s not the drink that’s causing it. It’s like they have no care in the world for what you might do after the fact. 

Your brain is screaming at you to leave, right now. “...You know, I think I might call it a night here actually.” You say it with the most pleasant sounding tone, getting up in the process.

Unfortunately, the dark haired male isn’t having any of it. “Sit back down.”

And your body obeys, mind not able to reject the dominance he expels. All the while the feeling in your head worsens, a certain drowsiness prickling more and more.

“Sorry, angel, but ya can’t run away from your problems anymore.”

What the hell does Hizashi mean by that, and why does it terrify you to no end.

“He’s right, we’ve given you plenty of time to fix your lifestyle, but you still haven’t done a thing to change. It’s just one unhealthy decision after the other with you. We’re not just going to sit and watch you waste away anymore.”

Why do you feel so weak?

You don’t even realize the blonde has come to sit next to you, a supportive hand being placed on your back. “Maybe…the fact that you haven’t changed all this time means you just don’t realize you need to. And instead, you need help to figure that out — our help.”

Move, you tell your body. But all you can manage is to slowly look at Hizashi, whose expression is kin to someone trying not to scare a wild animal. Like he knows you want to run, but you can’t.

Your eyes train on something beyond him — the dinner table. 

Was…was something put into your food?

Oh god.

“I…I think I’d like to go home now.” Your voice cracks mid sentence, shaking with fear.

“No, no, no — you’re okay songbird, don’t worry.” His hand rubs at your back, trying to comfort you as foreign chemicals work through your body.

Why are they doing this, now of all times?What do they have planned?

Shouta slowly stalks over, observing how you’re finally being affected by the carefully dosed sedative he mixed into your dinner. When he gets to your form, he kneels in front of you. A calloused hand reaches out.

“Don’t think we didn’t know about this either—” He speaks as deft fingers dip beneath the neckline of your shirt, plucking out the apparently not so hidden microphone. “You think as heroes we don’t notice things like this?” He sighs, “Maybe it’s just another point that proves how naive you are.”

Your eyelids are growing heavy, mouth dry. “That’s…n-not true. M’not…not naive.” Even speaking is growing too difficult of a task, which only instills more fear into you. 

This can’t be happening.

Hizashi lets you lean into his side, as you grow more tired by the second. “We know you’re scared, hun. But don’t worry — we only wanna take care of ya, okay? Just go ahead and relax for us.” 

His partner helps out, guiding you by your shoulders until your head is laid in Hizashi’s lap. Shouta’s hand comes to slowly stroke your hair in a soothing manner as he speaks in a voice that’s taken a gentle edge to it. “We’re bringing you somewhere safe, where nothing can hurt you…even yourself.”

Every last ounce of defiance in your body goes into keeping your eyes open, still feebly trying to will your limbs into helping you escape.

…But it’s no use.

The damage is done, and realize you’ve walked right into your own demise.

You should’ve found another way - a method to punish them and free yourself, one that didn’t put you in a position so painfully vulnerable. And yet here you lay, having fallen into their arms with no defenses left.

“Shh, ju…to sl…safe…kitt…”

Shouta speaks, but you’re too far gone to make out the meaning of the phrases that enter your mind in broken pieces. 

Somewhere in your heart, you feel this was bound to happen at some point. The two heroes have an unwavering spirit, far stronger than yours ever was. 

You can only close your eyes; silently praying that somehow, your freedom isn’t gone for good.

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part 10 to petrified is done! i just wanted to thank you guys for your support on this fic. i'm going to try and stick to a writing schedule to get the series done, and i'm sorry it's taken so long to update it!!!

love you all, and hope your day is going great <3

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Petrified - Part 10 (pt 1/2)

Yandere Erasermic x f!Reader SERIES MASTERLIST a/n: i'm uploading part 10 in two parts due to my motivation for writing being absent. here's the small portion i've got done for anyone still interested in this series! 800 words warnings: mentions of past noncon, stalking, victim blaming

The stark brightness of your laptop screen makes your eyes water, your hand coming to rub at the stinging discomfort. A small sense of relief passes over you in seeing the online payment in your bank account, courtesy of your employers while the shop is rebuilt.

The whole building, reduced to a pile of ash, and no traces of what caused the devastating fire.

Though, you suspect it isn’t a what, but who.

In your overthinking mind, it wouldn’t be a reach in the slightest to assume the guilty party. With what you know, how you feel, Shouta and Hizashi are far from innocent in all this. Yet the issue stands that it’s really just speculation - you have no evidence. 

If you sought out real heroes, or the police, what were you to even say? It’s their word against yours, and it’s so painfully frustrating. Because you remember what they did, the ghosts of their touch linger all over your skin, remnants of bruises now faded and surface wounds healed. 

But it’s only your memory. They wouldn’t even think to consider what would be baseless suspicions in their minds, no matter how many wrongdoings you brought up.

The list of criminal acts and accusations goes on and on and on if you really think about it - which makes you want to think even less. 

Stalking, for one. It’s the real elephant in the room - how they knew too much about where you were, what you were doing. Walks home started to feel less relaxing, and gradually your nerves frayed more with each odd noise coming from darkened alleyways. Of course, that’d be passed off as paranoia after being attacked, rendering the complaint useless.

So too was true when it came to the undeniable fact that you were heavily under the influence when the two took advantage of you, and so who would really be at fault for what happened.

Your most recent concern - the broken lock on your window - might just be the least useful matter at hand. The apartment complex you lived in was old, things broke down, end of story.

Even before all of that, who would earnestly question two upstanding heroes of society over the suppositions of someone like you. In all likelihood, most would disregard you for more pressing matters, things that were important because they could recognize it as such with their own two eyes.

It was the one thing standing in your way - your lack of evidence.

Without work, you had plenty of time to mull over your situation. Thinking about how you tried avoiding the two heroes; look where it got you. Any more pondering was out of the question.

The pay you’d been earning at the shop doesn’t come close to affording you the privilege of simply moving away from this mess all together, as much as you desperately wished it would.

It’s been a week since the fire, and every waking hour has been spent wracking your brain for a way out of this mess. Leaving you with one concrete answer. 

You needed proof -  tangible evidence of their wrongdoings. Get it, show whatever authorities will spare you a glance, let them deal with the legalities of what Shouta and Hizashi have done. 

Any other plan you’ve thought of leaves you where you are now. Defenseless, dealing with the two by yourself, completely vulnerable to their manipulation. While you hate the thought of playing right into their hands by voluntarily seeking them out - there aren’t any other options.

Which, regrettably, is how you’ve landed yourself at their front door.

You pray silently to yourself that the outline of the microphone under your shirt isn’t noticeable. Or the shake in your voice as you greet Hizashi while he ushers you inside.

But he doesn’t seem to notice, him or Shouta. In fact, they seem as overbearingly ‘nice’ as ever. They’ve already got dinner on, and the blonde tells you enthusiastically to get comfy wherever you want in the meantime.

So you do, hearing them chat about work momentarily in the kitchen as you make your way into the living room. Which, just your luck, connects directly to the stairs. Upstairs, that is, where you hope with all your being some kind of proof of guilt lies in their bedroom.

A quick glance to make sure the two are still occupied in the kitchen is all you take.

The less time you spend in this house of unbearable warmth, the better.

[drxwsyni]

haven't been here for a hot sec, but i have noticed some people in my inbox asking about petrified. here's my answer!

i've got part 10 written to about 800 words.

would you all like me to post that now, or wait until i finish the whole part? the former would mean pt 10 would be a 2 part upload.

much love,

iris <3

[drxwsyni]

toxic boyfriends (modern au) // genshin men // pt. 1

characters: zhongli, xiao, childe warnings: dubcon (xiao), toxic behavior, threats, overprotectiveness (zhongli), yandere themes, neglect (xiao), indimidation (childe)

zhongli

He's always watching, always waiting, hoping for a moment when you do something wrong so he can yet again remind you that "this is why you need me." Zhongli makes you feel helpless without him.

There's rules; who you can and can't talk to, how long you're allowed out, and most importantly - how late.

One night you slip up, phone dead and out too long. It's 12 am when you return, and you're immediately met with a pissed off Zhongli, his signature black t-shirt tight around tensed muscles. His questions seem endless, and you can never quite come up with the right answer. And eventually, it boils down to him nearly punching the wall in a fit of rage. But instead, he calms. It's scary - the instant switch, one extreme to the next.

"I'm trying to keep you safe..." he says. "...So, perhaps punishment is in order, seeing as how you've failed to heed my warnings thus far."

xiao

You have to actively beg for attention, because Xiao won't ever give it to you easy. It's usually a power trip, but sometimes, he genuinely wants nothing to do with you.

You couldn't tell one attitude from the other, and so you bugged him to stop playing his video game, which he was streaming, and spend time with you. Naturally, you became excited when he told his stream that he needed a break, a relieved breath leaving you when he turned off his mic.

But when he swiveled to face you, there was not one ounce of love in his eyes. Xiao grabbed you by the wrist, yanking you onto the bed. Despite your alarmed words, he only continued to rip off your clothing. He produced cuffs that you didn't know were hiding in his nightstand drawer, securing your wrists to the head board. Before you could make another sound, he stuffed your mouth with the lace panties he just tore off you. Rifling through the same drawer, he removed two things: tape, and a bullet vibe.

"A few hours with this and hopefully, you'll learn to stop being such a fucking brat."

childe

He always seems to be in a good mood, everyone loves him in fact. His brightness draws people close, and he charms them with ease.

So, Childe's cheerful smile shouldn't scare you; but it does. When the light fails to reach his eyes in the privacy of your home, and the grip on your hands in his gets tighter, tighter. You can't focus on what he's saying, something about what he'd do to make sure you can't leave him...

His aura of intimidation feels all consuming, setting a heavy weight on your chest that gets worse with every moment. You're terrified of him. And then he's back to normal, "of course that's not necessary though, you wouldn't leave - right?"

Your anxiety remains, and all you can offer back is a meek, small sounding "never."

[drxwsyni]

hi there should i make a toxic boyfriend series for genshin men? if so who do i start with 👀

[drxwsyni]

—𝐦𝐲 “𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭”

pairing: scaramouche x fem!reader

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

disclaimer: fem!reader, electro-archon!scaramouche au!, virgin!reader, virgin!scaramouche, lost of virginity, blood, blowjob, cunninglus, fingering, creampie, character death(s), violence (not towards reader), overstimulation, becoming a concubine, spoiler for scaramouche story, spoiler for raiden shogun's story, scaramouche's real name, unedited

w/c: 3.4k

a/n: based on this post.

The power the Raiden Shogun had was feared throughout the seven nations of Teyvat. She was a fearless warrior, taming the harsh environment of Inazuma with the palm of her wrist. It was because of her divineness and sheer power that no one expected the Shogun’s first experiment to backfire so badly against her.

After losing her twin sister, the Ei had desperately tried to fill the void in her heart by building a doll—in hopes to seal her consciousness and remain in the shadows she was so used to. Her first doll was Kunikuzushi—a small male that looked up to her as a big sister. His navy glass eyes were filled with such wonder and innocence, it broke her heart. As much as Ei wanted to love the doll, she knew that Kunikuzushi was not Makoto so she abandoned the project, going forward with the next doll—an exact replica of her twin sister.

Lost and confused on what to do next, the doll wandered Inazuma feeling cold and abandoned. Those wide eyes of his hardened sharply, despising all that Inazuma offered him. He spelled countless days in the never-ending torrential rains, his once clean face dirtied as mud caked on his body and clothes. He had been robbed several times with the little goods he did have by wandering ronin, leaving him on the ground as anger festered inside of him.

Kunikuzushi remembers the first time he killed someone, amethyst lightning shooting out from his palms directed towards the samurai who wronged them. The smell of cooked human meat was prominent, and disgusting to him, yet the short man smiled for what it seemed like was the first time in forever. The men were charged to ash, unrecognizable from before. The doll could only laugh, turning around to continue walking in the storm.

He may not have a purpose anymore, but he had power—something all Inazumans strived for and respected. All he had to do was keep gaining that strength before he can see the person who abandoned him charred and reduced to dust.

Kunikuzushi traveled along the various Inazuma islands trying to find all the information he could. He chatted with the people of Watasumi Island who despised the Shogun for what she had done to them, outsiders in Ritou who gave him ideas on what the other nations thought of Inazuma’s situation, the Kamisato and Tenryou groups and the reason for their loyalty for the Shogun, even the onis and kitsunes who had various opinions on the matter.

And still, the doll wandered until he found himself in Tsurumi Island, the home of the Thunderbird. As tempting as speaking to them was, lack of care was beginning to drag onto his body. His limps were as heavy as iron, dragging along the long blades of unkempt grass on the island. He didn’t realize when he fell to his knees, or let his eyes finally close for the first time in years.

When his eyes fluttered open, he realized he didn’t feel the familiar taste of sea salt on his tongue. Scratchy sheets overed his body and something damp remained on his forehead. He eyes drifted over seeing an unfamiliar face.

This moment would forever be ingrained in the puppets memory.

There you were, hand on a rag as you gently dabbed it along his head. Scaramouche tried saying something, trying to get you off of him, but his voice was so hoarse. You quickly shushed him, going over to bring him a cup of warm tea. You helped him sit up, propping the cup against his lips as he drank the nurietioning warm tea. He felt slightly rejuvenated, throat not hurting as much. He stopped himself from gagging though not used to the bitterness of the low-grade tea.

“Why are you doing…” Kunikuzushi muttered to you, eyebrows furrowing in distrust. Your eyes softened, a smile now on your face as you placed the teacup back on a wooden desk. You were on your knees, dressed in a simple ragged yukata. You were clearly a commoner.

“I saw you passed out near my fields, so I took you in. You were out for a couple of days. I was so close to getting the village doctor to come over to take a look at you,” you replied. Kunikuzushi scoffed, looking away from your face. Pink dusted his cheek, his lips in a prominent frown. He must have pushed himself too far.

“...Thank you for your services and whatever,” Kunikuzushi muttered. You clicked your tongue, lips still curved in a smile.

“Your welcome. Typically people are more grateful when one saves them,” you chuckled. Kunikuzushi head snapped over to yours, eyebrows furrowed further.

“Excuse me?!” he yelled out. You simply got up from your knees, adjusting the sheets on the futon further on him, pulling the table closer with the pipping tea.

“Rest up, sir. Let me know if you need anything else, if you need me, I’ll be gathering herbs in the area,” you stated, walking off. Kunikuzushi gazed followed your form until you disappeared out the small shed. He reached over to the tea kettle, pouring some more in the small ceramic cup before pressing the ceramic back to his lips.

It’s been awhile since he’s felt this warm.

Instead of wandering like the doll was so used to, he stayed awhile with your presence. You slowly taught him about the land as he helped you cultivate crops and pick various herbs in season. He claimed he was spending so much time with you simply because he was repaying a debt, but that was only a lie he was telling you and himself.

For the first time in a long time, the hole in his heart didn’t feel so empty, so heavy, so full of anger. He rather enjoyed the modest life you would give him, showing him the beautiful of humanity, the beauty of your heart.

Heart…

That’s right. He still didn’t have one after all these years. How could he ever think about being with you, loving you without one? You deserved that, a deserved a man with a heart he could give to you.

After six months of being with you, Kunikuzushi stood by your futon where you were sleeping. Instead of his evening attire, he was decorated with his old traveling clothes—bag filled with medicinal herbs he had picked a week ago, a small dagger you had given him, an onigiri you made earlier that day.

“...The next time I see you, I promise I won’t just be a doll anymore,” Kunikuzushi murmured, his hands pressed against your exposed one. The man sighed, pressing his lips towards your forehead.

“I’ll have a heart that’s worthy of you.”

“Kuni, stop,” you murmured. Kunikuzushi watched in horror watching your eyes open, corners of your lips formed into a frown. You lifted your upper half up, hand pressing against his own hand. The doll clenched his jaw, eyes darting away from you squinted in fear and frustration.

“You were supposed to be asleep,” he seethed. You sighed, pressing your hand against his cheek. Like a moth to a flame, he leaned into your touch, looking through his eyelashes towards you.

“I’m happy I wasn’t. Let me at least give you one last parting gift before you leave me,” you murmured. You leaned forward pressing your lips onto his. Kunikuzushi’s eyes blew wide, hands shooting up not sure where to put them. Your lips felt so soft and perfect against his own. He slowly closed his eyes allowing, his hands to rest on your hips—something he’s watched couples do all the time when he was traveling.

He felt you lean back down, hands still on his cheeks as he came on top of you. You nibbled on his bottom lip, confusing the puppet. As he pared his lips about to ask you what you were doing, your tongue darted into his mouth. He moaned, both in semi-amusement and pleasure, feeling your tongue wander in his mouth. He followed your direction, letting both of you fight for dominance.

Your legs wandered, parting open as your legs weaved with his own. Your hips slowly began grinding against his pelvis, as he moaned feeling pleasure beginning to gather in his crotch. Kunikuzushi had heard of lust before but never indulge into it, opting for other goals and ambitions instead. He couldn’t help but grind back, pulling his lips out—strong of saliva connecting the two of your glossy lips.

The puppet gazed down at your exposed pussy—folds glistening in slick. So this is what a woman looked like when they were aroused. Kunikuzushi couldn’t help pressing his finger gathering some slick before placing some into his mouth—it was slightly sweet. His mouth couldn’t help water seeing it slowly seep out of you and spread to your plush thighs.

“Not yet…” you whispered, pressing a chast kiss to his cheek. You quickly disrobed his yukata, revealing his erection popping onto his stomach. He hissed feeling your fingers press against his sensitive pink tip. You squeezed his cock a bit, causing the doll to let out a low moan, pumping it a couple of times. Precum was peaking out of his slit, sticking to the base of his length and your hand.

Kunikuzushi let his head back, hips jerking forward towards the pleasure you were giving him. You smiled, that same goddamn warm smile he was addicted to, before pressing your lips against his tip. You slowly opened your mouth inviting his cock in. The doll choked your name out hands formed in fist as you sucked his cock. His eyes followed every bob on your head, your own salvia dripping down his length.

The doll’s voice began getting ragged as he slowly let himself be consumed by lust. His hand pressed against your head, pushing you further down his cock as he came deep inside of your mouth. The taste of saltiness burned on your tongue, as his length pulsated inside of you. You gagged trying desperately to breath and swallow the copious amounts of cum spurting inside of your mouth. His heart fluttered, seeing you gag, swelling the doll with pride.

He’s never experienced this kind of pleasure before. It was almost addicting seeing you wipe your lips after drinking from his cock only seconds before. His indigo hair stuck onto his forehead as sweat dripped down. You looked a bit nervous and flustered seeing his gaze burn into you. He quickly pressed his lips with yours again, fingers running along your entrance.

“Kuni…” you moaned out. He could already feel himself get hard again with new found lust burning inside of him. Kunikuzushi pressed his length against your entrance, rubbing along a strange nub. You seemed to jolt whenever he touched it, leading to a sadistic smirk falling onto your lips.

“Be gentle, okay? This is my first time,” you whispered out, feeling him begin to enter. You were so warm and tight, it was almost difficult to get inside. You fingernails darted into his back as you cried out in pain. He paused his movements, with a clenched jaw feeling your gummy walls stretch out and begin to mold to his cock.

“Fuck, it hurts so bad…” you cried out, tears pricking your eyes. He drifted down, licking a lone tear that managed to leak down. He finally snapped his hips up, causing you to cry out as you adjusted, feeling full for the first time. His eyes drifted down to the scene, seeing blood beginning to drip down your enterance.

He had just deflower you.

Him.

The abandoned, lonely doll.

With you clinging so tightly against him.

Kunikuzushi slowly moved, as you whimpered underneath him. His pace was slow, trying to be considerate to your newly stretched walls, under a deep moan reverted from you as time pressed on. He buried his face into the nape of your neck, taking a deep breath to let you scent overwhelm him. His cock continuously snapped into your walls, as it clenched and massaged him.

“Kuni..my clit. Rub my clit..” you moaned out. Kunikuzushi furrowed his eyebrows, hand leaving your waist to try to find it before a pit in his stomach became prominent. Kunikuzushi put his hand back on your waist, pressing your body down with his length before the pit in his stomach burst once more. Cum flooded your hole, as you moaned feeling it drip out of you.

The doll cursed, forcing himself to leave your velvety walls with his softening cock. A ring of cum was on the base of it, as his essence pooled out of you. As entraced as he was with the scene, Kunikuzushi knew you most likely didn’t cum yourself. He had read pornography from Yae’s Publishing House before—the woman in there not remotely acting like you did.

“I’m sorry…it was too much for me to handle…” Kunikuzushi muttered, embarrassed with yourself. He got a rag before wiping off the various fluids on you, before looking back to your entrance. You asked him to play with your clit before he lost himself in pleasure, it must have been that nub on the top.

The doll leaned in, pressing his tongue against it, feeling your legs shake in pleasure from the sudden attention. This was more like it. The familiar taste of your essence was soaked on your tongue as you continuously sucked on the nub, pressing two fingers inside of you.

“Ah! So good.. Kuni! Ah!” you moaned out. That was more like it. His pace increased, as he felt your pussy beginning to cave into his fingers. Your legs pressed against your head tight, as you arched your back reaching your high, clit and insides pulsing from the simulation. He would have to remember that for the next time he saw you.

The doll went over to clean you off once more, before cleaning himself off and getting his clothes. You were already out of it, lips formed in a pout as he pulled the sheets to cover your nude form.

“...Next time you see me, I am going to be a better lover. I promise you.”

As the Raiden Shogun descended down, ready to address her people in Inazuma City, people watched in horror when they witness a strange man challenge her for her position for the Electro Archon. Some people laughed, amused at the lack of awareness this man had. Others muttered angrily, dissatisfied with the blatant disrespect he had for the Almighty Shogun.

Amethyst clashed with navy—both glaring at one another—before accepting. The doll fought against the perfected copy as she stood shocked seeing parts of her body crack and fall apart. All the doll could do was laugh as Ei finally allowed him into her realm. It was pitiful in Kunikuzushi’s eyes. The woman he used to admire most, fell easily to him. All she could do was cry out in horror, as her spirit disappeared.

Kunikuzushi returned back to the regular realm watching the puppet finally reduce to dust. The people screamed out shocked the young man had actually defeated the once powerful Shogun as lightning flickered above the heavens. With a bitter sigh, the High Priestess descended from the Great Narakami Shrine, bowing her head in loyalty—in her hands laid a purple tinted chess piece, the gnosis.

Although the fearful people who witness the scene wanted to run away, all they could do was bow there heads to the new ruler of Inazuma. All Kunikuzushi do was laugh, lightning burning in his hands. He had finally accomplished what he set out all those years ago.

He had finally had his revenge. Now, he could bask in the glory and reap the rewards.

Things in Inazuma changed after the incident. Emperor Kunikuzushi, now declaring his name as Scaramouche, took the mantle as the archon along with sweeping decrees. Firstly, the islands would be closed off from the rest of the world except in Ritou where trade could easily be accessible with countries like Liyue, Sumuru and Snezhnaya.

He rule the Inazuman islands with an iron fist—quickly abolishing the Tenryou Commision he knew would have issues with his position opting to put the Watasumi lead what the Tenryou left behind.

Scaramouche was cold, uncaring, apathetic—but Inazumans were used to this with the former ruler. They had only switched one tyrant to another.

About three months had passed since Kunikuzushi had left you. Life was still peaceful, but much more lonely. You missed the snarkiness jabs of the young man who used to stay with you, or the cute little pout whenever he was confused by something.

As you came back home with a hall of herbs you had just collected, you were met with officers at your shake demanding you come with them to Inazuma City to meet the new ruler. You had heard the rumors of the new tyrant overcoming the previous Shogun, everyone did. Butterflies erupted in your stomach wondering what this new Emporer wanted with you, a commoner on a pretty barren island.

You boated across the waters to your destination, going up towards the Emporer’s Palace. To your surprise, handmaids greeted you. You were cleaned in the lushes oils Inazuma had to offer. Your ragged yukata was traded out for beautiful silks made out of the finest silk flowers in Liyue. You stood by a beautiful bed, intricate ornaments decorated around you.

As the door slapped open, your eyes widened seeing Kunikuzushi. He was decorated so highly, eyes softening to you with that sadistic smirk still pulling on his lips.

Was this what he meant when he left you?

“It’s been a while…I hope you didn’t miss me too much. I was busy after all,” Scaramouche murmured to you. As you tried opening your mouth to pull out any question on how he managed to defeat the Shogun, you couldn’t help but stop yourself. Why was someone this powerful so fixated on you?

You pressed your hand on his cold cheek, as he leaned into the touch just as he did as before. The doll went further, pressing his forehead against your own, hand finding a way to your waist.

“I finally found my heart…so let me finally celebrate with you,” Scaramouche whispered into your ear. Your newly given robes were quickly discarded, onto the ground as you moaned from his calloused fingers pressing against your clit. Although he was different from his stay at your farm, those glimpses of a vulnerable touch-starved man always poked out.

Kunikuzushi was Scaramouche.

“I didn’t forget what you taught me you know. I’ll have you soaked in no time,” he murmured as he continuously rubbed circles along your clit—watching your folds becoming slicker and slicker with your essence slowly dripping out. Just as before, Scaramouche pumped his fingers inside of you, slowly stretching you out. You were tight once more from not having him inside of you in a long time, just as he hoped. His lips connected with your nub sucking on the mound, feeling your inside pulsate against his fingers. Webs of your slick stuck onto his fingers as they pulled out of you, pressing them against his mouth as he lapped it up.

He loved you then just like he loves you now.

“Beautiful, utterly beautiful. Don’t you miss this?” he asked as je quickly disrobed—letting his hardened cock rub against your entrance before snapping his hips forward. His touch was much rougher than before as you choked out his name, feeling the dull pain of being stretched out once more. Scaramouche simply laughed in your ear bottoming out quick, before leaning out and thrusting back in at a rapid pace. His blunt nails buried into the waist as he was absorbed with the way you were sucking him in and milking his cock. If he didn't know better, he would assume you wanted every drop of him staining your walls.

His tip was curved up, hitting the most sensitive spot of your body causing you to shake in pleasure gave me a burst of confidence as he already felt his head in the clouds with your presence

“Cum on my cock, my whore. Show them how well you take the electro archon’s cock!” he yelled out. You couldn’t stop yourself, feeling his fingers beginning to rub your overstimulated clit once more. He knew your body like the back of his hand now, knowing just what way to have you drunk on his cock.

“Kuni! Kuni! Kuni!” you screamed out, tightening against his length. With a maddening smile on his lips, he pressed them against your own, unrelenting pace becoming messier and messier.

He finally had everything he aspired for as your title switched from being his little farmer to his sweet concubine.

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Electro Archon!Scaramouche AU where he keeps you as his only concumbine, who loves and adores her lord very much and is honored that he chose her to be his~

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors dni

disclaimer: fem!reader, spoilers for scaramouche’s story, scara’s real name, creampie, degradation

a/n: bro I want to make this into a fic

No one expected the Raiden’s first experiment to backfire this badly.

When the people of Inazuma watched Kunikuzushi challenged the Raiden Shogun to her position as the Electro Archon, they all gasped seeing her body begin to crack as electricity fizzled her out of existence.

Things in Inazuma changed after that. Kunikuzushi, now declaring his name as Scaramouche, took the mantle as the archon along with sweeping decrees. He rule the islands with an iron first. He was cold, uncaring, apathetic—but Inazumans were used to this with the former ruler. They had only switched one tyrant to another.

Before taking the mantle as archon, he had travel across Inazuma and met you, a poor farmer in Tsurumi Island. You had always been so kind to him as you gave him food and shelter when he collapsed in your presences. As you wiped down in brow as a lowly commoner, he vowed to repay your kindness tenfold.

And that he did.

To your surprise, your raggedly yukata was traded out for beautiful silks made out of the finest silk flowers in Liyue. Your title as a lowly farmer was traded to Scaramouche’s one and only concubine.

Although he was different from his stay at your farm, those glimpses of a vulnerable touch-starved man always poked out.

He loved you, as you were sprawled out in bed waiting for him. He loved pressing his fingers inside of you, watching your essence drip out of you. He loved marking your breast and the small noises you’d make whenever he teaked your nipples.

He loved you then.

He loves you now.

His pace is always cruel, grip on your waist tight whenever he’s pounding inside of you—absorbed in the way your et gummy walls coil and massage his length. His tip always curved up, hitting the most sensitive spot of your body causing you to shake in pleasure always gives him such a burst of confidence.

“Cum on my cock, my whore. Show them how well you take the electro archon’s cock!” he yelled out.

And always, his blunt nails dig into your flesh as his lips connect with yours, cock spurting ropes of hot cum inside of you—leaving you so full of the essence of him.

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Childe absolutely has a breeding kink, you just know he wants to have a whole brood of kids. Ooh predator/prey with childe??? I feel like that he would be either really obvious with it, literally chasing you down.

You feel like you're being watched, there's something or someone always in your periphery but you don't know what.

Orrr

If for once he's a little more patient, stalking you and following you, wooing you. That doesn't mean he stops watching you, oh no. The sinister pleasure he would feel if you came running to him, sobbing in his arms about someone stalking you??? Oh he would just love that.

Also you can't tell me that he wouldn't take advantage of being one of the harbingers by having fatui underlings conducting surveillance on you if he has a job he can't pass off onto someone else.

he definitely sneaks into your apartment and steals your underwear

tw: stalking

creep!childe who acts like a good guy; respecting your boundaries, taking care of you, being there when you need him. yet it's just one of his countless schemes to get you comfortable. to make you lower your guard, rely on him more and more.

he wants you to forget about everything aside from him. he wants you to live for him.

it takes a while for you to get there, but he doesn't mind snapping a few pictures of you in secret to get his fix, or sneaking some of your intimate belongings when you're not looking.

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someone talk to me about childe with a breeding kink, or predator/prey...or anything rlly....

[drxwsyni]

Yan Mikey would get so possessive over the smallest things, and he's making it your problem. He'll edge you as many times as he needs to, especially if it's in a semi public place where you are desperately trying to keep quiet (if he's angry enough at you, he WILL make you squeal loud enough to get caught). But he won't let you go over the edge until you're back home and chained to his bed - he needs to make sure you know that you only ever get to cum when he's inside you.

warnings: noncon

after one too many times of catching your gaze drifting to a person in a way that's just a little too intimate for him, he decides it's time for a punishment.

you both go out like you normally would; except this time, he's made sure to put a small vibrator tucked into the seat of your panties. it rests snug against your sensitive little clit, stimulated each and every time your eyes wander somewhere they shouldn't.

mikey keeps the remote in his pocket, the whole time, sometimes turning the device on just to see you squirm with embarrassment for feeling so turned on in public like this.

time after time you nearly cum in front of mikey's executives, but he never quite lets you. because when you finally make it home, begging him to let you cum, that's when he lets you.

again.

and again.

and again.

strapped down to the bed you two share, getting what you asked for earlier in that adorable pleading tone of yours. if you thought your punishment was just his little public stunt, you're painfully wrong.

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give it up︱xiao x f!reader

summary: you make a plan to get back at xiao for locking you up. a/n: repost cause tumblr is icky, for @sheerxradiance MWAH! words: 2.1k warnings: rough hate sex (consensual), bratty ish reader, slapping, scratching, cursing, implied kidnapping, yandere themes

God, you were such a fool. Thinking his concern was innocent when it was anything but.

However…

“Welcome home~”

Your past mistakes weren’t going to be made again.

Not at all. You were going to make his life a living hell, even if it was the last thing you did. Which, in all honesty, it just might be.

The moment Xiao stepped into the room, you knew part of him wished he hadn’t. But the depraved and selfish side of him was honed in and refusing to stray from the focus he had.

A focus on you, draped across silken sheets on the king sized bed you were forced to share with him, a book open in front of you. But it wasn’t the fact that you were finally agreeing to share the bed. No, it was the fact that as far as he could tell, you were wearing nothing but his black t-shirt; and maybe - hopefully - something underneath.

Or hopefully not…

Xiao had a hard time telling what you had on, since his shirt reached down to the apex of your thighs and was effectively covering evidence of anything below.

His fingers twitched, aching to rip everything you wore straight off your body.

He stood there, at the foot of the bed and desperately trying to control the scowl on his face from deepening. “Just what is it you think you’re doing?”

For a moment, the grit in Xiao’s voice made you rethink your devilish plans. But you’d come this far, and like hell was he going to get away with keeping you imprisoned without repercussions.

You flashed him a coy smile. “Reading a book.”

His muscles visibly tensed.

“That’s not what I meant. What are you trying to accomplish here?”

“Hmmm…” Like thinking is the hardest thing in the world, you bite your bottom lip and look up, eyes pondering.

“I think…I want to make you suffer just like I am.”

Now that you have his attention…it’s game on.

With lithe fingers, you flip the abandoned book closed. Using as much allure as you can muster, you get on all fours and begin slowly crawling across the bed towards Xiao.

“...I want you to lose your mind, just like I’ve been since you took me.”

Through long lashes, you keep your eyes trained on how his now have blown pupils. Full of lust, and seething with hatred for your behaviour.

You’re hitting a nerve, and it feels amazing.

“—I want you to hurt…to see me… and have me right at your fingertips, but not be allowed to touch.”

Reaching his tense form, you rise up to your knees. The final nail in the coffin—your hands lightly slide up his chest, resting on his pectorals. You bring your lips carefully to his ear which is now tinged a noticeable pink.

“...Does that answer your question, Xiao?”

His hands ball into fists at his sides, jaw clenching hard.

“I am done with your attitude.”

A huff escapes your lips, a barely there laugh.

“Too bad.”

Thinking you’ve had your fun for the time being, you spin back around, heading for your book.

But you don’t get that far.

A calloused hand wraps around your ankle, and the next thing you know you’re being pulled back to the edge of the bed. You don’t even get a word out.

The rage Xiao feels radiates off his body and onto yours as he roughly locks lips with you. There’s absolutely nothing held back in his actions, rough and claiming in every sense.

A whimper makes it up your throat with the unexpected turn of events. But it’s replaced with your own feelings of rage.

Because god fucking damnit, you want to tear him limb from limb as much as you want him to destroy you on the bed right here and now.

Fuck it, you say to yourself.

You return his hatred filled actions, your own pent up feelings released in how you bite down on his lower lip.

Xiao yanks you back by the neck after releasing a pained grunt.

“Fucking brat.” He all but growls out the words, making you realize even more just how pissed he was.

“This what you wanted?” He asks while calloused hands clutch your—his shirt. An audible and harsh sounding rip meets your ears.

“For me to finally punish you for acting so ungrateful? Well—“ The shirt gets thrown to the floor. “You’re about to get what you want.”

“Am I now—is the big bad yaksha mad at—“

Xiao cuts you off, using his adeptal strength to half shove, half throw you back towards the center of the bed.

“Shut it.”

“Fuck you, it’s your fault I’m like this!”

You scramble to gain some control, trying to sit up. But he’s too quick, pinning you back down and holding your wrists above your head.

Xiao’s lips meet yours in a heated battle for dominance once again. His free hand holds your jaw tight so you can’t move away, unable to gain any control over him as he immobilizes you.

That doesn’t stop you from thrashing beneath him, conflicting thoughts and feelings coursing through you.

Part of you wants to let him have his way, but the other wants to make sure he earns your submission.

The latter half of you wins, despite the fact you’re doing a poor job of it. Especially when Xiao’s hand comes to roughly knead your breast through your bra, causing a moan to slip from your mouth and into his.

Just as soon as he’s got his fill, that garment too proves to be too much in his way. It joins the shirt somewhere on the floor.

You yelp in surprise as a harsh slap comes down on your breast.

“What the fuck?” you cry out.

“This is punishment, remember?” It’s all Xiao says as an explanation before his lips descend down your neck. Sucking harshly and earning noises of pain mixed in with pleasure from you.

He finally reaches the offended area of your tender breast, but he doesn’t act to make the pain better. Sharp teeth nip at your delicate skin, lips latching onto your hardened bud.

You hate that it’s so easy to get lost in the bliss, your sensitivity making you responsive to his harsh actions.

Xiao stops to take a breath, sitting up slightly. “You don’t deserve my kindness, not today.”

“Your kindness? I guess if you call—fuck—locking me up in here a goddamn kindness, then sure.”

“It is, and if you weren’t so ungrateful—” In an instant that you’d miss if you blinked, his strong hands ripped the final protection of fabric off your body. “—maybe you’d realize everything I do is to protect you.”

Your favorite lace panties became ruined by his strength, and it only added to the rage you felt. Using it as fuel, you shot a glare in his direction. “Oh really? Says the person I need protecting from in the first place.”

Not even realizing you sat up to confront him, the adeptus forcefully pushes you back into the sheets. His body comes to hover over yours, and the intense glow in his eyes makes you question for a moment if you can really handle him.

Because that look alone entirely distracts you from the fact that you're completely naked while he's still fully clothed, his body keeping your legs spread wide.

“Yeah? Well, If you seem to hate me that much, then…”

You feel how his hand, firm and unyielding, runs down your body. Unable to help it, you suck in a deep breath as he reaches south, cupping your heat.

“...why are you dripping for me?”

Your brows furrow in detest, “I-I’m n-”

Xiao presses his middle finger against your entrance, grinding his palm against your clit.

“What was that?”

You give a breathy sigh. “Hah—fuck you.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Xiao smirk the way he does just now. “That comes later.”

Without letting you get another word out, he uses the build up of release on his fingers, pushing into your entrance and immediately targeting that soft patch resting against your sensitive walls. He starts off with a pace fast enough to have you throwing your head back against the pillows beneath you.

The feeling begins to overwhelm you, with how Xiao adds a finger, roughly pumping them in and out of your heat. He doesn’t give you a chance to adjust before a third joins.

“Shit, s-slow down, pl—”

…With a wet sounding noise, he removes his fingers all at once.

Offended, you huff out in protest. “I said slow down, not stop.”

He only scoffs, proceeding to give you a show as he begins removing his own clothing. It’s a quick display—you can tell the heat of the moment has him just as eager to be inside you as you want him to be.

You watch as his lightly coloured tattoos reveal themselves across Xiao’s toned body. They envelop him, wrapping the man in an intricate ethereal ink.

He’s stunning to look at, and you hate yourself for thinking it.

You inwardly curse at yourself, the battle inside your mind as to how you feel for him growing in intensity. But this is only a temporary distraction—you’ll go back to keeping him at a ten foot distance as soon as you’re done here.

Xiao returns to his position between your legs.

“Finally finished? I was about to fall asleep waiting for you to undress.”

He only sends you a glare, albeit one that would have anyone else fearing for their life. “I was going to try and make this painless for you, but—”

You let out a sharp yelp as he bottoms out in one swift motion.

“You haven’t earned that.”

Almost immediately, your hands grasp at something to steady yourself with. Your body rocks with the force of his thrusts, and holding onto the bed sheets just isn’t cutting it. So you grab onto the next best thing, your nails digging into his back.

Really, your goal is to leave scratches. But with the durability Xiao possesses, you don’t even think you see him wince as your nails rake across the muscles over his shoulder blades—despite the fact that, seeing over his shoulder, angry red marks start to appear.

He’s grunting into your ear with each forceful thrust, and you’re returning them with your own sounds of pleasure.

“…I swear, once I get out of here—”

“Don’t you dare speak of leaving.” The cant of his hips somehow becomes even stronger. “You’ll die out there without me, admit it.”

“Like hell! Shit, I can’t fucking stand you, or this goddamn realm you put me in!” It becomes harder to speak, with how rough Xiao is to you.

“And I can’t fucking stand your stupid, childish attitude!”

For a moment you halt your heated exchanges, the pleasure building up and coming across in waves that grow more and more intense with the second.

“Jesus christ, ‘m close, fuck—” You can barely even get the statement out, not with the way Xiao’s pelvic bone repeatedly grinds against your clit. Like he knows your body better than you do, he doesn’t even have to use his hands to work you up to your peak this time.

“That’s it, fucking cum for me.”

The yaksha too sounds like he’s wearing thin with stamina, an exhaustion evident in the hoarse, breathy way he speaks.

The sound makes your walls tighten around his length, the roughness to his tone a pleasurable thing you’ve yet to hear before now. It’s everything he tries not to be around you—aggressive and untamed. Now those feelings are unleashed upon your body, and fuck, you’ve never found him more attractive.

It’s all consuming, his looks, sound, actions—they cloud your mind and drown you in the sensations. All you can do is ride the white hot waves as they finally wash over you.

You know he feels it too, a string of curses falling past his lips in quick succession as he cums just after you do.

And it’s like the energy is sucked out of you altogether, the exhaustion from holding your breath while you reached your peak wreaking havoc. Your limbs slump into the bed, skin holding a sheen of sweat that beads down your neck.

Yet, Xiao returns to his normal composure, only the slight out of breath detail in his manner remaining.

While you haven’t a clue of his inner thoughts, he’s secretly battling with himself. Should he console you? Try and mend the situation?

...Instead, all he can get out is, “Feel better now?”

You scowl, because better is the last thing you’re feeling.

“Go to hell, Xiao.”

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thirsts hmmmmmm

i love the idea of modern au!itto being so desperate to impress someone he's interested in that he revamps his entire life to become this rich, powerful man instead of the dumb, naive and broke wannabe gang leader he used to be.

now the arataki gang are a real threat, and he's sure that he has everything he needs to sweep darling off their feet. but he's such an idiot that he never realized they did like him back when he barely made a dime and hung around the homeless kids of the neighborhood. this new him, with his guns, crimson velvet suit and stacks of money? he terrifies them. and that makes him snap. fine, be scared. reject him. now he has the means to make them love him, even if it takes years locked in a room full of gold. what's sunlight when he can be their sun?

warnings: kidnapping, yandere themes

he's finally got it all; everything you deserve. the power to keep you safe, the money to spoil you to no ends. he's got leverage over everyone trying to oppose him in the area, so there's no way itto will ever lose his status.

all he has left to claim is you.

it's just a shame you insist on fighting him.

he built this new era to make you love him, and that's exactly what's going to happen. if you wanna make things hard - so be it.

there's already a difference in your attitude after only two weeks of being locked in his penthouse; you won't be able to hold out, angel.

given a little more time, you'll be wrapped in his tattooed arms, strong and encasing where nothing will ever be able to hurt you. that, he's certain of.