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fivesslut8 · 6 months ago

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Blink Twice

Pairings: The Salesman x Fem!Reader

Summary: After pushing your body to the brink, it's finally giving out. You're rewarded for all your dazzling work ethic with a “nice” dinner. As ‘nice’ as ‘nice’ gets with him…

Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Language, Coercion, Murder, Abuse, Male Manipulation, Implied Violence, Age gap, God Complex, Brainwashing, Psychopathy, Blood, Gore, Codependency, Yandere!Salesman, Stalking, Smut (+18) mdni, Handcuffs, Exhibitionism, Blood Kink, Sadomasocism, Dom!Salesman, Sub!Reader, Choking, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Blood Play, fingering, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Sadism, Punishments, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Squirting, Fingering, Somnophilia, Period Sex, Bodily Fluids.

A/n: I'm not responsible for the media you consume

"H-How do you keep breaking into my apartment?" If it weren't for the fact that you were currently being fingered awake, you might have found it in yourself to sound more angry.

But you weren't awake, and he had taken advantage of your unconscious state just enough to bend down over your sleeping frame, and slip his hands between your legs.

You had promised yourself a quick power nap on the couch, anything that might lessen the pain that had been steadily blooming in your left arm. That nap had stolen you throughout most of the day until, here he hovers over you- the man who is undoubtedly the culprit for all this bodily pain you're in- with his fingers inside you.

“There you are, sleepy head,” His face is so close, you can see the smile wrinkling his face. His smile is bright and kind but his fingers aren't. They're stretching your cunt out, wrenching a moan from deep within you as you stare down at your hips moving off the couch.

“Fuck…” Your voice cracks as he scissors his index and middle finger inside you, still on a mission to split you apart. You drown in the scent of his cologne and his perfectly new suit- a black one today.

You throw your head back, feeling the pressure mount as you grind down against his fingers all while he watches with immense satisfaction.

“Can't- just-” you gasp when your wetness seeps out of you and onto the couch. “Can't-Do-This-” For all those moments you forget that you're nursing a sore arm. As you grind down against his ruthless fingers.

You forget that he might have seriously injured you this time.

“I couldn't help myself,” he whispers hoarsely, forcing an orgasm out of you before placing a kiss on your forehead. “You look breathtaking when you're unconscious.”

As the orgasm passes, you try to wake yourself up and become more aware of your surroundings.

Your body is shaking once he's done with you. Your cunt aches and reality sets back in. “Get out of my house.”

He straightens his tie before standing to his full height again, “You say that like I don't own the place,"

He's smiling stiffly as he stands before you, clutching that bloody briefcase, having come to collect you for another round of games...

Something inside your worn-out soul breaks at the sight of him so unfathomably fazed. You were experiencing another round of those 'realization moments'.

You have actually gone and sold yourself to a sadist.

Especially now that he's gone and done it again. After vehemently expressing that he 'please be a little more gentle with you', he insisted on pushing your body to the brink of its abilities. Toying with you and punishing you and releasing all the workings of those sick, sick, sick games on you, and for what?

It hits you more often than not these days.

A paid apartment? Paid university fees?

You try to keep your sleepy eyes unkind as you glare up at him but even you blanch at how much of a necessary force he's made himself in your life.

"And how often are you going to remind me that all my resources are tied to you?" You rise from lying supine, waiting for the world to stop spinning before you start stretching. None of your limbs protest as much as yours left shoulder that practically howls in pain. He watches you with robotic intrigue.

"I thought I should make good on that promise to take you out.”

"Take me out?" He notes the way your good shoulders tenses and smiles.

"I already said I've got no plans to kill you. You're the most fun I've had in years and years." He says "I want you to go to dinner with me."

"You wanna take your abuse victim out to dinner... looking like this?" you try to lift your arm but it protests, sending a sharp pain through your entire left side.

"I think you look rather beautiful."

"You would think this is what beauty looks like."

A tense silence falls.

"You're angry." He tilts his head, "And in pain."

You scoff venomously then, "Whomever might the culprit be?" You ask sarcastically before picking yourself up from the couch. You're cradling your arm, dragging your worn body across the floor to the adjoining kitchen.

"My fucking arm still hurts." You nearly cry as you squeeze the words out. Shooting a teary-eyed glare at your sadist from the kitchen.

"Tonight is your celebration dinner and it's way overdue." He busies himself by folding up the quilt that had been draped along your sleeping frame, "All my virtues rest on giving credit where credit is due, and you my dear..." the gaze he arrests you in is warm, and penetrative, like you were being reminded that he owns your body and soul, "-have done stellar work for me."

It's said in a wave of reverence you didn't really expect.

"Let me take you out,"

Sure he was sociopathic, and deranged, and everything you should most definitely be seeking refuge from, but the sentiment in his voice is genuine. As if, after 40 years on this earth, with the violent tendencies he had undoubtedly been born with, here is someone that's actually helping him. That's what you're doing, you're helping him. But it comes at a steep, steep price.

"You have virtues?" You ask sarcastically, causing the once intense moment to scatter and lighten.

"And your humor would be missed if I killed you. Where else would I find someone with such a stellar sense of humor and almost no sense of self preservation?" He asks aloud, as he walks towards the counter that separates you both. "You should've asked for help the first day you met me-"

"You offered to pay my shit if I played your games, who would walk away from that?”

"You should've." He smiles. "But I'm glad you didn't." His smile reaches those dead, almond eyes, "And tonight we have a celebration dinner."

"I can't go out," you say, turning your back on him to drink water.

His voice is dark when he says, "Can't or won't?"

"Can't." You slam your cup down against the sink, earning a thick wave of silence. You were never angry with him before. Never. "I think you broke something." You say, turning slowly, still cradling your arm like a baby.

There's a jarring amount of care in his voice as he rounds the counter to walk closer towards you. He examines your arm with deceptively soft eyes as he softly says, "I really did a number on you, didn't I?"

You look up at him with blank eyes, "Try not to get off thinking about it," you snip back. Sarcasm was your only weapon.

"I couldn't help myself," He rests his large hand on your arm, "you know that right?

"Y-Yes," your resolve falters and you're back to being his submissive. "I don't blame you."

"In fact." He nods along with you, conditioning you to accept his view of the events as he says, "Our session this past week had been nothing short of magical."

You're not quite sure if that was a reliable portrayal of the events but your weak mind is already fitting the memories to be so.

Somehow, you're thinking of the events with less anger: how he had snapped real, silver handcuffs on your wrists, resting them behind your back while you were being fucked from behind. It had been blissful until he pulled too hard on the left and you screamed and you blacked out.

Now here he stands before you, drenched in the afternoon sunlight, wearing a brand new black suit, smelling of fine cologne, telling you it was magical.

He came when you broke your arm.

"Alright, I'll come with you," he decides with finality, prompting you to snap out of your daze.

"No, I can go myself!" You move around him to gather your things.

"Unless you've magically obtained the ability to communicate in Korean then I suggest I come with you." He watches you race across your tiny apartment, gathering your things.

"There are English speaking doctors I'll be f-uck." As you were searching for your phone between the couch, you angered the arm, causing another wave of pain to blossom.

"I'm taking you." He stands by the doorway, "Let's go."

Your nostrils flare as the real reason for your discomfort rears its head. "B-but what if..."

You let the words die on your lips. Choosing instead to look at him, hoping your eyes relay the severity of the implications that might arise from a simple trip to the hospital. All those questions.

"Don't tell me you're worried about me." He says, still smiling.

"Worry?" You snort as you make your way to the front door where your sneakers sit, "If you go to jail who's gonna make me cum?"

He clutches at the space where a heart ought to be and says, "And here I was thinking you were falling in love with an old man like me."

"You can't love anything," you shoot back coldly.

"I can't," he confirms, "but you can."

You move away from the conversation like It's growing teeth.

"Let's just go," you mumble quietly, heading out the door, not looking back and knowing he'd follow.

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The hospital is bombarded by the smell of antiseptic and busy bodies in white coats whizzing all around you. It's dizzying actually being here as the severity if it all comes hammering down on you. You didn't like being around so many people at the best of times- even attending university everyday was met with its fair share of anxiety. Almost on instinct, you curl a little closer into his side, letting your right hand slither over his wrist. Surprisingly, he lets you.

"What should I say?" It only strikes you now that you probably should have rehearsed some script since 'I'd like to seek medical attention because I'm meeting with a homicidal sadist weekly who pays my bills and my body is finally giving out,' probably wouldn't be a good way to go.

The confidence in his stride leaves you brimming with nervousness. Your less than orthodox dynamic has already made a few passers by stare but here, inside the hospital, you feel like the only two humans to exist.

"I'll do the talking," he reassures and something inside you sighs. This is what made him such a necessary force for you. He handled way more than you ever could. He moved through the world, headstrong and in charge. He was everything you weren't.

"Good day-" he says to the nurse manning the front desk, "I'd like to get my wife treated for a possible fracture or broken bone-"

Wife.

It rings through your ears.

Meanwhile, kind eyes- genuine, human eyes- look at you from across the desk. You realize then how little contact you've had with anyone normal. Anyone real.

"Poor thing," the nurse murmurs and your heart tugs at the kindness drenched in her voice.

"Alright, Sir, it's just-" the nurse gestures towards the rest of the waiting room, "We're just busier than we usually are for a weekday so you might have to wait a while-"

"You have medical aid?" You enquire softly, letting your side bump against him. "Who the hell are you?"

He stares down the small woman as he reveals a glistening card from his wallet. She quickly looks at you before she tentatively takes the card and types away at her computer.

Somehow, up until this point you had fooled yourself into believing you were on the road to autonomy, that going to university and being a woman in her 20s away from home meant you were finally obtaining sweet sweet independence but in actuality... you were just a little girl, deluding herself into thinking the city might be kind to her. It's swallowing you whole. And you're being left to watch.

It made you aware of how completely vulnerable you had really been. You could barely afford rent, let alone something as luxurious as medical aid. For all your time in this city you tried not to get hurt because medical bills would eat you alive and here he was, whipping a card out.

"Right this way-" The little nurse moves from behind the counter, and almost immediately, you hear a distinct uproar in the waiting room behind you. "I think doctor Park will see you, but we'll first head over for X-Ray and-"

"Hey!" The sound startles you, causing your shoulders to tense as you grip on your Salesman's forearm, making sure he's still there, "We've been here for 4 hours," You meet the haggard glassy eyes of a middle aged man. He's scowling at you as if you've committed a grave murder right before him.

"I'm sorry, Sir." The nurse begins, her voice filled with concern, "This hospital is legally obligated to help out those with medical aid first-"

Shoes click against the cold floors. A shadow descends as your Salesman steps forward as if protecting you from the man's vehemence. Time stands still in the moments he makes his venomous proposition. A proposition so vile it nearly had you vomiting here all over the hospital floors.

"My wife needs a new heart-" he begins, gesturing to a woman- a ghost seated in the chairs behind him. Her skin is practically translucent as she stares off into space. "Who knows how much time we're wasting while we're being forced to wait here-"

"Are you up for a game of rock, paper, scissors by any chance?" Your salesman asks, causing your heart to sink. The man examines him as if he's grown a second head.

"If you win a single round against me, I will pay for your wife's medical treatment. New heart." At the peroration of his incredibly insensitive and evil proposition, your Salesman smiles.

"One round." He says, before his eyes snap to the woman pulling at her husband's arm.

"She doesn't look too well," The Salesman pouts and you walk up towards him, limbs shaking as you whisper-yell in his ear, feeling all your nerves being shot out of you.

"Jesus, you're fucking disgusting."

"Birds of a feather-" he whispers back, before refocusing his attention onto the man.

Meanwhile the nurse tries to pull you away but you're rooted to the floors. This whole ordeal makes you realize that you've never actually seen him interact with normal people. It makes you wonder where he goes when he's not with you. You'd almost believed that he's a fragment of your delusions, something your lonely brain cooked up to make you believe someone in this city cared about you. But he's real. And he has a life outside the two of you.

"Don't you wanna help your wife?" He continues to tempt the man, "Look at mine-" the Salesman said, gesturing to you. "She's a little battered and bruised but she's alive. You're not dying any time soon, right honey?"

You rip your eyes away from him just as your nurse returns. She places a warm arm on your forearm and in the midst of the game, she places a card in your hand. "Let's go for your x-rays,"

While they play their game, you look down at the piece of paper.

Blink twice if the man you're with is the one who assaulted you.

Call it female intuition.

You have no idea what could've led to the fact that he was the one but the nurse is watching you with a heavy gaze and bated breath. You almost drown in the concern she holds for you, a mere stranger.

In another life, you might've had a friend like her. She's relatively young, budding with youthfulness, actually. You imagine she has a boyfriend. An actual one. One who holds her bag while she's shopping. One who kisses her. These kinds of people develop empathy. The ‘fixed people’. You can tell she knows love.

“I-”

“Rock, paper, scissors-”

You blink once before looking away and the nurse sighs in relief.

"Better luck next time." You watch with bated breath as the man draws a rock to the Salesman's paper.

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An oblique fracture, they called it. The thing that's been plaguing your left arm for a week has finally been given its name. You're walking out of the doctor's office feeling light and remarkably relieved to leave this place and all its people. He walks confidently beside you, having sat through the whole ordeal. He had been there as they fashioned the pink cast over your arm and he walks beside you now, like your own personal well-dressed shadow.

On your way out, you pass by the receptionist's desk, she smiles over at you but glares at the Salesman. Just as you're about to make it out, you hear her voice.

“You said she's your wife,” the woman speaks up, causing you both to stop. “I don't see a ring.”

Cold, white, fear runs down your spine and your hand that was in his, squeezes as silence envelops you both.

“Good Day,” is all he says with an amicable smile before pulling you along.

Silence enveloped you on your taxi ride over to the Japanese restaurant comfortably situated in the Gangnam district. He had been remarkably quiet in the taxi driver over and he is remarkably quiet now as you're being led to a booth in the restaurant. It's adequately filled with its patrons. Families and couples like perhaps you two were. You wonder if he has these thoughts…

“She did make a good point,” you mumble as you take a seat in the booth, watching silently as he slips in beside you. “If you're going to be telling people I'm your wife and they don't see a ring…”

He sets his briefcase in the booth beside you both, sighing softly as he mumbles, “People don't usually marry their toys, do they?”

Before you're able to respond, a waiter walks up to your booth, having his pen and notepad at attention as he asks for your order. You watch your Salesman expertly lay down your order, everything from yakitori, to miso soup to onigiri. It's mesmerizing watching him order for you and you suspect it had the same effect on you. His hands on your thigh squeezes slightly, while you silently let him order. In a moment the waiter vanishes.

“You're so old,” you say suddenly, trying to make up for the silence and the nervousness raging through your heart. This is the first time you're out with him in a public setting and its setting you alight with worry. “I'm sure you remember when Korea was under Japanese occupation,”

“Keep making your little jokes,” he says, sipping on his complimentary water as he allows his back to rest against the seat, “And I might not be so forgiving…”

His hand rests his hand on your thigh, it's the only thing you're able to focus on. How his fingers cover so much space. The sheer size of it. The sheer size of him. You feel so completely small beside him, you almost don't realize that he's begun talking again.

“My father fought in the war when he was ‘round about your age,” that brings you clean out of your thoughts. Your eyes snap up to meet his but he's staring aimlessly ahead, as if reminiscing on something beautiful.

“Jesus I-” you swallow thickly, “That was a bloody war,”

He nods, momentarily removing his hand from your thigh to undo the buttons of his blazer.

“More than 3 million dead.” He says taking another sip.

“Right.” You nod, heart hammering when he places his hand back on your thigh. “2 million soldiers and 1 million civilians,” he places the glass back down on the table and he shakes his head slightly, twirling his index.

“Swap the numbers around.”

“Right…” you clear your throat, keeping your gaze locked on your lap, “That's... heartbreaking. I'm sorry.”

He turns his head, finally regarding you under the dimness of the hanging light fixtures. He tilts his head to the side in that way he does when he's particularly intrigued by you. “You are sorry, aren't you?”

You nod.

“But I have no idea why, you're not a Japanese fascist from the 40s.”

“No, but I have empathy.”

“Curious.” He replies back, before letting silence fall.

“Spread your legs,” he says so suddenly it gave you whiplash. Your head snaps up to him as you begin to plead.

He couldn't do this. There had to be some sort of refractory period in which he let your body recuperate.

“I’m in pain-” you grit out through your teeth, but his large hand is already seeping to the center of your closed legs, trying to pry them apart.

“Your legs work just fine.” He whispers, letting his mouth graze your ears, “Your cunt works just fine,”

You place a hand on his forearm. “The doctor said no strenuous activities.”

“Do you listen to the doctor or do you listen to me?” He asks, staring at you deep into your frightened eyes, forcing you into that liminal space of submission. Your eyes were brimming with not only fear but embarrassment.

“Spread your legs.” He whispers,

“I'm on my period,”

Another troubling moment of contemplation falls between you both and you're left to stare deep into each other's eyes as the restaurant's cultural music makes the ambience swell. It could be romantic, this energy that's festering between you two.

Even though you know it's anything but, you allow yourself to dip into those pools of delusion.

“You were fine this morning,” He says, and you note the grogginess that's begun to veneer his voice as he looks down at you.

Young, impressionable, darling you.

“I got it before we left, that's why I asked to use the bathroom again- point is,” you tug on his arm, “We can't.”

His eyes soften and for a split second, you think you see kindness there. Your gaze falls to his lips, anticipating the words they'd form.

“Spread your legs,” he says once more, before applying the necessary force to pry them apart yourself. “Let me in, Doll.”

A small whimper escapes you as you open your legs. You let him drift his hand under your skirt. His fingers are cold to the touch, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he inches them towards your cunt.

The second his fingers graze over your mound you gasp slightly before sitting forward with your head bowed. Your cast is behind the table as you hide your head in your hand. He watches you with heavy eyes, “It's rude to have your elbow on the table.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, trying to muffle yourself by the palm of your hand. You feel him swipe your underwear away. You feel his fingers dip into the pool of wetness at your entrance. Wetness you knew was not arousal.

“Don't look at me like that,” you mumble, staring down at the table as his fingers rub against your slick folds.

“Like what?” He asks.

In your periphery you can see him hunched over you slightly, his eyes on you and you alone. It was tiring having his attention. And so incredibly dangerous.

“Like you wanna eat me alive.”

He bends down, letting his fingers graze over your clit as he whispers, “I do. That's all I wanna do.”

The waitress returns with your food and you mumble a quiet ‘thank you,’ While your Salesman keeps his gaze locked on you.

“Grind down on my hand,” he urges and you shake your head,

“Do it.”

“Or what?” That was probably the worst thing to say to a sadist who looks like he's brimming for you to give him a reason to hurt him.

“Fuck my hand or I'll fuck you.”

You were feeling particularly stubborn today. The injury, the nurse, the hospital, the man and his wife… you're disgusted with this man beside. It dawns on you then that you have to get away from him.

“You can't do that-” you begin to whine but his voice is like steel when he reolies, “I thought we've established that there are many things I can do and very few I can't.”

All is quiet.

“Fuck my hand or I'll fuck you, I've been dying to play in your blood.”

You're still wrestling with either of your options, trying to outweigh the good against the bad was impossible when both choices just seemed bad. It puts you at an unfair disadvantage and you are drowning.

“W-Wait-”

“Times up.” He mumbles before removing his hand from your underwear. You're utterly horrified to find it stained in crimson.

He calls over the waiter, at least having the decency to hide his bloody hand behind your back as he politely says, “My wife is quite sick, could I be pointed to the bathroom, please?” He sounds so amicable, so deceptively kind, of course the waitress quietly urges the two of you to the bathrooms nestled at the back of the resturant.

“I'll do it-” you breath heavile as he urges you past tables, “I'll do just-”

“You picked too late," he whispers in your ear as he steers you into the female bathrooms. “Disqualified.” He says before pushing you into a sta. You could only thank your lucky stars that the stalls are empty but that is where you luck runs dry.

It's only you and your monster who's fervently unzipping his pants before locking you both in a cubicle.

“My arm hurts-” you begin but he turns you around, pushing your back against the door.

“Your cunt still works.” He repeats, “I didn't get to drive a knife into it the last time-” he whispers hoarsely as he plays drunken kisses all across your collarbone. You hate to admit how dizzying the effect of his kisses are. How they carry you off into a completely different mental state- where everything becomes morally grey. You felt like you could get off to almost anything in this state and so you don't bat an eye when he says, “I need to see your blood on my cock,”

In fact, you moan, trying to find your bearings as you slip so far into subspace. “You're not allowed to pass out on me-” he says, manically, breathing oh so heavily as he pulls his cock out over his slacks. “I'm not even using any of our favorite toys, you do not get to pass out.” He warns before slotting himself between your legs.

“W-wait- pull your pants all the way down, otherwise-” you hiccup, “I'll make a mess.”

A deep and low groan reverberates through his chest and you watch him lower his pants all the way down, revealing sculpted legs before he brings his cock to your cunt. It's wet enough to allow him to slide in smoothly, and he looks down between you, pressing down on your tummy as he watches your blood soak his cock.

“Here taste your blood,” He's prying your teeth open and you let him. Crimson floods your mouth and you moan around his fingers. There's a manic sort of edge to his laugh as he admits, “I’m not gonna last quick.” before he's kisses you deeply, grinding himself into you

“Fuck- you're filthy.” His eyes are absolutely insane as he drives his cock into you setting an unforgiving ppace. He snaps his hips against you, trying to drive his cock in further and further.

“Cum- I'm gonna cum-” He pulls back to urge, just as you hear someone walk into the bathroom. He's breathing heavily, surprisingly being mindful of your cast as he dips his hand down to your cunt. His fingers drag across the blood like it's the most fascinating thing on earth, and that has you cunt tightening around him.

A toilet flush, just as a whimper seeps through your lips. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you take his brutal fucking, watching him stab your cunt with his cock like he's daring himself to break you.

You place a hand on your mouth, muffling your violent cries as you buck your hips against him. Your own period pains that were flooding your system is beng fucked away. Your thighs and his pelvis are absolutely stained in crimson and his eyes are rolled back. Thankfully, the door opens and closes and you are alone once again.

“I love playing in your blood-” his voice cracks. Meanwhile, he's using you like a ragdoll. Through it all, you manage to ask the question plaguing your mind.

“Did he…” You moan, squeezing your eyes shut as the tip of his cock grazes your cervix, “Did your dad make it back?”

He rears his teeth, smiling in that twisted way that was far different from the smiles he gave everyone else. Only you got to see him like this. “Yes, Doll, he did.”

“W-What happened to him-oh god-” he picks up his pace grabbing your hips and pulling your cunt down on his cock.

“I killed him.” His eyes roll back into his skull and your mouth falls open. His cum floods your system and in that same moment his pelvis grazes along your clit, triggering your orgasm. You cum with tears in your eyes and it fills you with unmistakable dread.

If this man was capable of ending someone in his own bloodline, who were you in his eyes? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“Don't look so scared.” He whispers, still grunting as he emptied himself inside you, “He was useless. You- you're not useless.”

He kisses your face. Everywhere he can.

“You look like you're about to have a panic attack. Compose yourself.”

You breathe in thickly.

In and out.

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fivesslut8 · 6 months ago

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This man is crazy as hell😭

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fivesslut8 · 6 months ago

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Tic-Tac-Toe

Pairing: The Salesman x Fem!reader

Summary: Every Wednesday your schedule consisted of attending classes during the day, and satisfying the needs of a sadist through the night.

Warning: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Violence, Kidnapping, Isolation, SociallyAnxious!Reader, Blindfolds, Stalking, Knives, Blood, Gore, Stockholm Syndrome, Smut (+18) mdni, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Insertion, Fingering, Rough Sex, Erotophonophilia, Dom!Salesman, Sub!Reader, Dacryphillia, Sadomasochism, Gunplay, Deepthroating, Breeding Kink, Unprotected sex

A/N: Hell is empty

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You're strapped in a chair, like always, and you are blindfolded because he doesn't trust easily.

It's terribly annoying.

At any point of during and after your little 'arrangement' you could have called the cops. Doesn't he understand that?

Every Wednesday, you're taken from the warmth of your apartment, and you're delivered right back at 00:00 on the dot, every Thursday with barely an inch of life left in your bones. You'd either always come back wet, with semen sliding between your thighs, or with mysterious marks- old and new- crawling underneath your sweater. Whatever mood he was in, he'd always leave you feeling sore.

It should have bothered you.

The thought of seeing this large, domineering shadow-in-a-suit every Wednesday should not overwhelm you with all these feelings of excitement. Instead, you should do like all the mentally ill girls do and just get some fucking help.

But you want him to trust you, for some reason.

Which was utterly ridiculous considering the fact that to him, you were something akin to a porcelain wind up toy for his amusement. You had no business requesting he remove the blindfold aspect but still, you asked anyway. Toy's couldn't be trusted, could they?

"I'd really appreciate it if I didn't have to wear one of these everytime I visit your place." He removes the blindfold, and in a second, your vision is filled with nothing but him. One moment you were in the cozy warmth of your dorm room. Curled up on the couch while your roommate spends her youth effectively- out with boyfriends and friends and everything you didn't have. You answered the front door when you heard his special knock, like you always do. You walked with him to the cab. You let him put on the blindfold. You said 'I'm fine’ when the taxi driver got a little too nosy and you let him lead you away from your boring life.

If only for a few hours.

You'd let him do whatever he wanted for those few hours because such surrender was almost sacred. You forfeited your safety in his hands, to do with it whatever he pleased and in that, you found rest. Whatever happens, happens.

Forget this room- what was essentially his personal dungeon, windowless, red and boasting various torture objects- your eyes are only on him.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't feel the need to kidnap me anymore? We do this every Wednesday," You become more childish around him and he lets you. Like you forgot you are a fully autonomous university student. There was power in that too. "Surely we've established some sort of trust?” He doesn't respond to you immediately. You crane your head up at him, hungry to lock eyes with his cold, empty slits that enchanted you body and soul.

You are in love with him, perhaps.

That's a logical response isn't it?

You laugh almost.

Listening to yourself try to rationalize your fondness for such a horrible man.

Said horrible man is silent. All you hear is the clicking of his dress shoes as he moves to the leather seat directly across from yours. Your eyes scan over all his movements.

The right corner of his lip quirks up. A small coffee table creates the only distance between you and he bends over to pour you both a generous glass of Brandy on the rocks. You don't drink it. Ever since he's been bringing you here, you never do. He knows this, yet still he pours.

"This relationship isn't about trust." He says finally. Something inside you, that is perhaps a little broken, actually purrs at the sound of his voice. You're hyperaware of your thighs squeezing together on the leather seat. They're spilling out of the sundress you purposely wore today.

Lots of your clothes were for the function of comfort. Your body was full and curvy and not always something to be advertised, unless you wished it to. Tonight, you wanted to show off as much as possible.

A thick leather band is keeping both your wrists locked to the armrests, while he sits back, free and so irrevocably in charge it should scare you. It should. But the sick and incredibly deranged thing is that it doesn't.

Outside, the rain is beating down on whatever building you're in, casting a thick veneer of grey all across the city.

But inside this velvet room... your heart is hammering inside its cage as you watch him undo the buttons of his crisp suit. A black one today. Jet black like his hair.

Although-

"You've got more grey in your hair than last week." You can't help but say.

He tilts his head in inquisition. "Are you insulting me or complimenting me?"

"I'll leave that up to you to decide," you shrug your shoulders as much as you can under these limited restraints. At least he hasn't restrained your ankles this time. Progress. "In here, you're the boss. Right?"

He takes a sip of his drink until finally, you've finally locked eyes. Your bare toes curl and your back arches slightly as you sit a bit straighter in your seat. Like you're in a lecture hall, although he is far more interesting than any of your professors.

"I'm not as young as I used to be," he finally says as he takes one more sip of his drink before bringing his briefcase onto the coffee table. Its presence is ominous and so horribly loud for an inanimate object. It kickstarts all your dormant nerves, revving up all the rest of your senses that have yet to catch up to the fact that you were facing the man of both your desires and nightmares once again.

"Who have you told about our arrangement?" The question causes you to roll your eyes. He watches the petulant movement with that same, silent smile and blank eyes. He unclicks the briefcase. Your stomach lurches and your thighs squeeze together. Pavlov's dog.

"Every time you ask me-" an object clinks onto the table. A butcher knife.

You try to pull your eyes away from the objects he's placing on the table, one by one. "Everytime you ask me if I've told anyone about our arrangement-" another object. A wooden spoon beside the knife. "Everytime I tell you the same thing."

Your throat closes when he uncovers a dildo. Bright pink and fucking menacing. "Carry on talking." He says, snapping your gaze away from the objects lining the table.

"I don't have any friends." Your voice is wobblier. You try to deny the sight of the rabbit vibrator, "It's the reason you picked me." You clear your throat as you hoped to clear all the nerves beginning to fog your mind. "Someone could've followed me here. B-But I don't really know anyone enough to care." The final object that clunks onto the glass coffee table and this time, you're unable to look away.

"Are we ready to begin?"

The metal revolver laying quiet and undisturbed beside the rabbit vibrator makes everything else on the table look like children's toys. Even the butcher knife.

You pull at the restraints, your legs quivering slightly as you shift and writhe in the seat. He studies you as closely as you were once studying him. You can see the excitement begin to flood his eyes at the physical manifestation of your discomfort.

"Now you're getting it." He nods sardonically, taking another sip from his glass before placing the briefcase on the floor beside him. "You were a little too happy to see me," he joked, letting out an airy exhale of laughter.

"You wanna hazard a guess as to what we'll be playing today?" He's smiling, genuinely. With that look in his eyes you can tell he's hovering in the clouds. Meanwhile you've begun to feel real fear. No matter how regular these visits might become you'd never get used to him. It's impossible. Not when he found new and daring ways to torture and pleasure you every single week. You couldn't get used to something as brash and unconventional as him. Like the conditions of a child in a broken home, he kept his tactics inconsistent so that every week is a new hell or perhaps- depending on his mood- heaven.

"If I guess wrong?" You swallow thickly and something dark in him settles. He spreads his legs more, there's a twitch inside his lips before he smiles again.

"Well, guessing isn't the game, so you'll be fine."

You nod your head... assessing the objects. There's menacing objects and household objects. Even just looking at them you can tell what they all have in common.

"Am I going to have to insert-"

"You're not guessing." His voice booms. He rests his elbow on the armrests, his hands corded with veins seem itching to do something, you're not sure what. "I said guess." He commands.

"Hide and seek?"

He snickers, "A favourite-"

"More like your favourite." You snip back, "I couldn't sit down the whole week." You frown at the memory. That week he'd brought you to an abandoned warehouse, letting you run the entire perimeter full.

"It's in your best interest to keep coming to our sessions-" he reminds you, snapping you back into the present.

"You're paying my university fees, I'm not complaining." You nod, before plastering a thin smile on your face, "All I have to do every week is prostitute myself to a literal sadist-"

"Have you given up on guessing today's game?" He didn't like you making him hyper aware of the fact that this dynamic, whatever it is, is considered objectively bad. And so you're not surprised when he swiftly moves past the topic.

He leans forward. His large hand disappears under his chair before uncovering a small whiteboard. Four lines- 2 horizontals are running across 2 verticals, creating 9 blocks. He stands up, while your eye is still focusing on the board. From your point of view it sits underneath the row of objects on the table. You don't even realize your right wrist strap is being untied.

"Colour?" He asks, pushing a crate of whiteboard markers towards you. With your now free hand you pick the pink one.

He snickers. "Predictable." He whispers before placing a large, domineering hand on your head. He presses down your braids, patting you like a stray he's rescued from the cold. You stare aimlessly ahead, fearing you won't be able to contain everything you've begun to feel for him if you lock eyes now.

"We're playing tic-tac-toe," he relents. His hand lingers on your head a bit longer before he's stepping away.

"With a twist, I presume?"

"Clever girl," he nods, walking back to his seat. "So you're aware of the objects."

"Place a gun in front of a girl and she's going to notice."

"Paranoid girl." He tsks before leaning forward.

"You want to start or should I?"

"Wait-" you swallow, "What happens if I win?"

He smiles that dazzling, debonair smile.

"You pick which one goes inside you."

Lightning cracks across the sky. A chorus of thunder roars all at once like some kind of phenomenon and your lips stutter open.

"Th-That's insane I-"

"I shouldn't have to remind you that you came here out of your own volition. "

"What happens if you win?"

"Then I choose." He says.

Your eyes skate over the object. It doesn't take an ivy league graduate to hazard a guess as to which of the objects he's itching to stick inside you.

"There's a fucking knife here-" You're trembling. Tears are pooling in your eyes. It doesn't even matter that you're a somewhat decent tic tac toe player. It doesn't matter that you're confident in this game. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters.

"And there's also a spoon," he nods, neutrally, "And a vibrator, and a dildo. Etcetera. Etcetera." He leans forward, unclicking his whiteboard pen, "your words are just words, Darling. You're just listing things. Start," he says, with a deadly lilt in his voice. "Or I will."

You scramble to uncap your marker with one hand, all while he watches with dead and black eyes. You knew that whoever starts the game was placed at a big advantage and so you're nearly scrambling to place that dignified X in the center block.

"Clever girl." He says once again, drawing his blue 'O' directly beside your pink 'X'. You aim for the block above him. He blocks it. You aim for the block beside the center. He blocks that too.

Your victory comes too quickly. You barely feel it as you strike a line vertically through the blocks. 3 X's.

Relief washes over you but it's overcast with doubt. Like you're celebrating in trepidation as you watch him stand up.

"Congratulations! Which do you choose?"

"I can pick anything?" You ask, staring up at him, bright eyes wild with the adrenaline that comes with wanting to preserve your organs.

"Anything you want, my little winner."

You begin to lean over. His eyebrows quirk up when you wrap a small hand around his wrist.

"I pick that." You say breathlessly. Your eyes zeroed in on his hands at his side. And you watch as he walks towards you, as if compelled by an unforeseen force. His palms are calloused underneath yours and you blow out several unstable breaths as he stands above you. So imposing it's breathtaking.

"You sure?" It's the way he asks it that has you second guessing. And perhaps he sees the caution seeping into your eyes because there's excitement lurking in his. Before you're even able to formulate a response, his hand is locked tightly around your esophagus, vacuuming all pathways shut until you're writhing for air.

"A fine, fine choice," He's becoming more and more riled up the more you writhe in your seat, trying to scrounge for a single breath of air. He doesn't let you. Instead he moves behind you, before leaning down.

If you could breathe, you would shiver at the feeling of his lips behind your ear. "Here we go-" he whispers, before reaching around your torso with his free hand before forcing your legs open. The second he lets his three digits stab into your cunt, he uncurls the grip on your throat as you make a horrid sound somewhere between a moan, a scream, and a haggard gasp. "FUCK- Sl-Slowdown-" you knew better than to request something like that. All you hear is a snicker from behind you as pain blossoms all across your nether regions. He's not gentle. He's not kind. He doesn't allow you to adjust to his fingers before he's scissoring them inside you, causing a blood-curdling scream to rip itself out of your throat. Your back is arched and you're trying to get away from him but the fucking persists.

"You've been wet like this for me the entire time?" He sounds absolutely demented, behind you, "You wanted this didn't you?" He bites at your ear as the first tears begin to pool at your eyes, "My little winner."

"P-Please stop-" His fingers are restless inside you. Curling and uncurling. Scissoring and stabbing as if wanting to open you up and split you all the way in half.

"What a pretty little pussy, huh? Look at what a mess you're making."

"When-" you can't form words. "When- Stop?" It's all you're able to say as your nails dig into the material of his suit.

"The sooner you cum the sooner it stops."

You doubted your ability to cum under these circumstances. He's setting an ungodly pace and it's all so hurried and in a frenzy, it's like your brain does not have time to understand if you even like what's currently being done to you.

"What- Do you want you want my help?" you begin to shake your head. "I'll help you, baby-"

His other hand reaches over and pinches your clit.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your orgasm is quite literally forced out of you. Your hips writhe and your ass tries to leave the seat as the first feelings of pleasure rip through you by force. "That's it, Clever girl," he coos, still curling his fingers inside you, "That's my Clever girl." He says once more before stilling his movements. For a second you just sit there, trying to collect your breath while he's still inside you. All at once, his hands are removed from your body.

He grabs a handkerchief from his breast pocket and you watch him clinically wipe his hands before erasing the marks on the board with the same cloth. A very clear boner pushes against his black slacks yet still his face is calm.

"Alright, My turn to start-"

"WHAT!? B-But I won." You scream, absolutely seething with desperation.

"You know everyone who plays 'X' has a significantly higher chance at winning-" You say with your eyes narrowed. He nods.

"And you know that too, which means we each should be granted alternating times to play ‘X’. Regardless if you won or not." You slump in your seat, suddenly far too aware that your bare cunt is exposed.

"Don't mope." He says, "It's not cute." Before drawing his 'X' in the center.

You close your legs, sitting upright with a new zeal of self preservation as you grab ahold of your marker.

You draw your pink 'O' underneath his.

You both play many more rounds. All ending in ties. This is how you play- with a frazzled grip and closed legs. A shiver every now and then overcomes you with the gravity of your aftershocks. His snickers bring your eyes up to his. He speaks as he makes his move.

"You're so focused on blocking," he sighs, "You're not even trying to win anymore-"

"I'm not letting you stick a knife in my cunt." You nod in finality before blocking another move.

"Not even if I say please?" He asks, making a faux pout.

"Fuck off."

"In that case, I have to win."

Your heart kickstarts as he pushes his pen to the board. Images flash across your mind. Blood splattered across his gorgeous face. Your blood as he fucks the sharp end of a knife inside you. You nearly vomit while he speaks. “Easy as-" you block him.

"Tic-" you block him again.

"Tac-" you block him some more

"Toe- I Win."

A victory that somehow escaped your vision. He strikes a line diagonally through the squares and your stomach sinks. He stares at you from across the room. His eyes so deeply satisfied you can feel it radiating off of him in waves.

You lower your teeth to the other restraint, violently trying to free your left wrist from its oppressive hold. And you watch as the devil slowly rises.

Your heart aches. Your brain is sent into complete alarm as your flight or fight kicks in and your sympathetic nervous system fires.

"Now, which one would look pretty inside you?" He drags his fingers along the objects, undoubtedly an act of taunting. You stomp your feet on the ground. You try to push the chair underneath you but it's plastered to the floor.

"Please!" Tears are running thickly. They cloud your vision. You don't even see the way his smile falls enough for him to rub over the bulge in his slacks.

"Fuck," he says gravelly as he relents and picks up the gun. "You're so fucking pretty when you're scared out of your fucking mind. You know that?"

You shake your head as he nears, wondering if this might really be the end. Has your body become too worn out by his games? Has the time for him to discard his toy finally dawned on you both? Is he all grown up with no need for such things as toys?

"PLEASE-NO-"

"Open your mouth." He's standing in front of you, your head directly in front of his raging bulge.

You shake your head, trying to move away but he rips your face towards him. "Listening to me is the only choice you have to make it out alive, Baby. You wanna live, don't you?" He's nothing but a tall figure, with the overhead lights shining around his head like a halo. Your face right by his bulge.

"Little girl needs to go to school." He nods, eyes fluttering shut, "She needs to complete her studies and get a good job so she wouldn't have to meet with scary men like me- Fuck-" it riled him up to no end to have you scared of him. You suppose it triggered a part of him that craved attention. He needed to feel like he existed and if that was reeped from fear then so be it.

"Stick the barrel in your mouth," the bottom of his hand coaxed open your jaw, and, as if on autopilot, you listen. Perhaps there is a way out of this. Perhaps you should just listen.

"That's it... Fuck," he brings your free hand up to rub his erection "That's it, Baby, stick it inside your mouth." Cold metal hits your lower teeth, "Stick it in like you would a cock." He says, looking down at you intently as your tongue unfurls and you suck the barrel in. "Shit-" he places his other hand on the back of your head before forcing you to take the gun deeper down your throat. He's trembling. Far too badly. And so is his finger on the trigger.

"Fuck, you're such a fucking whore, you know that?"

You're gagging and flailing around the barrel, saliva slides down.

So desperate to please him.

In your hast you don't even realize your left hand that had been restrained is now free. Your eyes are closed.

Please him.

Just please him and you'll live.

"That's my brainless girl..." he praises and that rouses something in you. It has your hips bucking against nothing.

"Such a stupid girl..." he continues, "You're gonna ride me, aren't you? You're gonna fuck me so good-" You're not about to tell him that sex wasn't supposed to be apart of this game. You're not stupid.

You faintly hear the sound of a belt unlooping. A zipper siding down. "You're making me so happy, baby." He admits before effortlessly lifting you from the chair until you're straddling him.

You're free.

When did that happen?

"F-Fuck, I need you to ride me." His head is leaning back against the chair. His tie hangs messily from his shirt that has two buttons undone.

You're free.

"Don't try anything," he warns, as he lifts you enough to pull his cock out of his pants. "Matter of fact. Keep it in your mouth while you ride me-" He slams you down onto his cock the very second those words leave his mouth. He's fucking into you with recklessness and fury and violence. His hair falls in his face but the gun is too heavy, without a hand there, it nearly slips from your mouth.

He's careful to catch it, forcing the barrel back in your mouth as he places a hand on your ass, controlling how your ass bounces on his lap. The gun offers motivation like no other. It has you arching your back and swirling your hips as you tighten your cunt around him.

He sticks the gun down too far and you gag. "You trying to get me to cum, huh? You little slut-" you nod, the tears still spilling as pleasure begins to stream through your brain. It has you excited by the prospect of being held at gunpoint. You realize with grave certainty that you've arrived at the point of no return.

"What a good girl- fuck-" he's ramming up into you, his hand on the gun twitching like his cock does. "I'm gonna fucking cum- FUCK-" he does and your orgasm immediately barrels into you at the exact same time. You try to ride him, to milk it as much as you can, to continue to make him happy.

"Such a stupid fucking slut-" he whispers, eyes hooded as his hips still spurt cum into you.

Your ears perk. You see his finger on the trigger move. You squeeze your eyes shut as you hear a click.

"Such a silly girl." You hear him say. "Don't worry, Baby, it isn't loaded." You're still in your body. You're still alive, on his lap, your sundress unfurling around you both.

"Not yet anyway."

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fivesslut8 · 6 months ago

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I have never been more attracted to a man than I have Gong Yoo in Squid Game s2

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fivesslut8 · 6 months ago

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unpopular opinion here but Percy Jackson and Rachel Dare had a really genuine and cool friendship that became obsolete as soon as Rachel was no longer a potential love interest for him and that makes me sad

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fivesslut8 · 6 months ago

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My fav scaramouche edit everrrrr

#scaramouche #genshin characters #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin smut #genshin impact #wanderer #genshin scara

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fivesslut8 · 6 months ago

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A quick piece for my friend's birthday :) I haven't shown it to them yet but they aren't on tumblr (i think)

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fivesslut8 · 6 months ago

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While fighting Scaramouche's robot, some of our clothes got ripped, and Scaramouche then did what he wanted until the reader couldn't take it anymore~

You watch as a giant metal hand suddenly comes crashing down from above and falls onto Traveler.

You scream out his name as you watch him try to get up while Scaramouche reels back to strike him again from inside the mecha bot. Yet even as you draw your blade and try to rush over to block it, you know you're already too late.

Nahida interferes. You notice a small movement from Aether's arm as if he was trying to get your attention and gesture to the small goddess. Telling you to help her instead.

You don't hesitate. Aether always had a plan. He always ended up okay.

But what about the dendro archoness?

You quickly use your electro vision and warp yourself across the floor as fast as you can. Grabbing onto Nahida and pulling her with you out of sight to safety.

However, you just barely make it.

And in the process of rescuing the goddess of wisdom, Scaramouche had slammed his enormous metal fist into the ground again and nearly smashed you flat. But instead of doing that, the oversized mech appendage had merely scraped your side and left not only your entire right arm aching, but your entire chest now completely exposed as well.

You sat Nahida on her feet as you quickly tried to gather the remaining pieces of your dress top and yank it over your shoulders to give yourself some modesty, but you didn't have time as Scaramouche swung at you both again when he heard you swear from your hiding place.

He missed again but only because this time, Nahida protected YOU instead.

She saw your distressed expression and immediately tried to use her own power to shield you but it wasn't strong enough.

Nahida is out cold much like Traveler a few meters away.

And now you kneel before The Balladeer all alone.

Injured.

And with your tits out.

Basically.

You quickly try to cover yourself with one arm instinctively as you struggle to your feet, grasping your blade as you prepare to go out with some dignity and die fighting for your friends at the very least, however instead of hitting you again or using any elemental attacks to obliterate you to pieces on the sanctuary floor, Scaramouche seems to have a different kind of death prepared for you and uses his giant metal hand to reach down and quickly snatch you up by the belt hanging from your waist.

You are hoisted hundreds of feet in the air and dangled before the face of the vile robot as the controller capsule slowly opens to reveal the face of your most likely killer. Scaramouche.

He gave you a smug and condescending look as he brought you closer to him.

"I find it rather laughable that a strong warrior like yourself is reduced to such a lowly state!"

You try to slap him with your injured hand but he just grabs you by the wrist instead.

"look at you. Exposed to your enemy like a common whore! Heh. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised though."

Scaramouche reaches with his free hand and pinches one of your nipples hard.

"This body of yours was never one of a fighter's. At least like this these exaggerated...assets of yours will be put to a much better use."

You wince as Scara continues to fondle your tits roughly.

"What the hell are you doing Balladeer!?" You sneer. This was low even for him.

He just chuckles at you.

"enjoying the rewards of a victorious battle sweetheart. You shouldn't be surprised. Everyone says you're the Traveler's woman you know? And I beat him. I'm just taking what now belongs to me."

He moves his hand from your breast to your stomach. Slowly moving down until his fingers caress against your pubic mound. You brace yourself as you feel Scara slowly dip a finger into your womanhood, followed by another. He moves slowly at first. Maintaining eye contact with you at first as he gazes down at you with a teasing look.

He knows you can't do anything to stop him.

And he's enjoying it.

"I hate you!" You hiss.

Scaramouche just grins cheekily as his fingers curl inside you and cause you to squeak a little as you quickly try to yank your hand free from him so you could silence yourself and save what dignity you had left.

"We'll see if you still feel the same way when I'm done with you angel."

Scara continues to play with your pussy as you blush and struggle to keep your lips sealed. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing you were enjoying this.

He didn't deserve it!

Yet he seemed to almost know intuitively.

"don't bother acting like you don't love this. You might as well drop this stubborn act now because the more you resist, the more pleasure I'll inflict upon you." You feel your insides tighten as he begins to rub against a sensitive spot inside of you and finally you falter.

"Please don't. This feels too good! Please this isn't fair!" You whine as he keeps up his pace and softly hums to himself as he listens to your plea.

"beg me, you filthy parasite. I want to hear you beg me to make you cum as you make a mess on my hand. Maybe after that, I'll release you."

You feel your gaze fall from his as you struggle to form words. You couldn't say such lewd things. Wasn't Aether still just below you? What if he heard you? You forced yourself to maintain your silence.

Your orgasm was hitting you seconds after that and only after finger fucking you through it completely, did Scara slip his hand away from your dripping sex and bring his fingers to his mouth as he licked them clean.

"I think I enjoy the way you taste mortal. Perhaps I'll have to break my promise and keep you after all."

You tried to retort with what energy you had left but Scaramouche was pulling you into the robot with him before you could even process what was happening.

You were slammed into the furthest glittering wall as the opening closed behind you quickly. After that you felt Scaramouche grasping your thighs as he spread your legs wide and slid in between them.

"There's something I've always wanted to try. Don't worry, I've heard human women are delicate creatures when it comes to this type of thing. I won't break you here sweetheart."

You heard the sound of fabric rustling in the darkness. Felt your skirt being lifted as he teased the tip of his cock against your slit.

Oh archons.

This was actually happening.

The Balladeer was going to fuck you.

Like actually fuck you.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he slowly slid his large length inside of your tight cunt.

"ah~ your cock is...scara it's too big!"

You could almost feel the shit eating grin that was on his face.

"I know angel. It's but one of the countless ways I am superior to humans. "

You feel him thrust into you then. Moving slowly at first to let you adjust as he continued to hold your legs apart.

Surprisingly enough, he knew how to move his hips. And when he picks up the pace a little, you finally lose yourself and moan softly as Scaramouche fucks into you as deeply as he can.

"You're taking me so well. I'm surprised."

He thrusts a little harder as you gasp and moan a little louder.

"Scara you're hitting against my g spot too much!" You whine cutely. He just silences you with a quick kiss. His lips trailing from your mouth to your neck. He whispers into your ear in a sultry tone.

"you seem to be enjoying it though dear. So I plan on fucking you for as long as I want." He emphasized his point with a rather rough thrust against your sweet spot. Causing you to cry out as you feel yourself reach your peak again.

Yet he just continued.

After a few hours of this you swore you were going insane. Every thrust felt like it was more intense than the last. Your used cunt made the most unholy squelching sounds as Scara continued to fuck into your oversensitive pussy like you were nothing but a mere toy for him. You had lost count of just how many orgasms he had forced out of your body and at that point you didn't really care anymore.

Was this really that bad?

Archons his cock felt better than anything you had ever imagined.

Scaramouche had used his body to pin your knees next to your head on either side as he held your hands with his. It was a rather intimate position but you didn't think too deeply about it.

Because as you felt him gently kiss your neck and continue to pound into you, you felt like you were made for this.

Was this... what it felt like to go crazy?

"Scara please...I can't take anymore ~" you moan sweetly as you struggle to get your point across.

He kisses you again before responding.

"you'll take it until I say you are finished. Now just let go sweetheart. Give yourself to me fully. Don't worry about anything but what I'm giving you." He murmured before biting into your neck and thrusting even faster into you.

You wanted to say something. But you couldn't find the strength to anymore.

Scara's cock felt so good.

You wanted him to fuck you more.

Until you went insane.

You reached up with your good hand and held onto him as you begged for another kiss pitifully.

This wasn't that bad of a fate.

Perhaps a life as the fuck pet of a false god...was truly one you had always been destined for.

He was the everlasting lord of arcane wisdom now after all. Of course he was right about something like that and he had even been generous enough to have helped you fulfill such a destiny himself too~

Why had you ever lifted a sword against such a wise and benevolent god?

At least now you were where you were always meant to be.

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Before you read anything of mine just know that I'm a FIRM believer in big dick/dominant/sadistic scara.

SPECIFICALLY in his fatui era.

There's WAY too much NSFW stuff out there depicting this JADED man as someone SUDDENLY willing to just be vulnerable enough to let someone screw him and even though I don't care about what everyone else does, it personally just never sat right with me.

I just have always seen him as a slightly more of a Christian Gray type of vibe before irminsul.

Like he doesn't make love.

He fucks.

Hard.

Because that doesn't require emotional connection or openness. And when done in a more selfish way, it can be a way to assert dominance.

Especially if someone secretly struggles with self esteem issues and feels like they need to manipulate/control the people around them to feel confident.

And have you SEEN the fragile egos most men under 5'10 with poor parental relationships have irl?

Scaramouche in his shadow period is hardly any different. He's mean, nasty, murderous, selfish, cruel and conniving. We just all like to glaze him cause he's pretty and was ONCE a nice guy.

But then he swore off emotions and became a sexy piece of shit who let me remind everyone, SAW HUMANS AS LESSER THAN HIM.

Literally calling us worms and bugs and shit.

You'd have to spend AT LEAST a few centuries slowly chipping away at Scaramouche's emotional walls because his fear of loss runs deep and he responds with apathy and sadism canonically.

I just feel like along with his potential "mommy issues", this is a seriously missed creative opportunity by the genshin smut community as a whole.

Like LET my hot evil sociopathic man BE evil.

ESPECIALLY in the sheets!

Please!

I know he's hurting deep down.

But that's what Wanderer and Kabukimono smut is for tbh.

I will always write Scaramouche in my fanfics to be at least a bit self absorbed and ruthless when it comes to getting what he wants.

Maybe even cruel and insane too.

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fivesslut8 · 8 months ago

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Shun Kaidou Fluff Alphabet ❤︎₊ ⊹

Pairing(s): Shun Kaidou x Gn!Reader

A - Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Let’s be realistic, he probably loves everything about you

You’re probably his first of many (probably only ever) relationship and ofc he’s grateful someone he actually likes, likes him back

If we’re being more honest here he probably loves how you go along with his jet black wings act and whenever he mentions dark reunion

Like- he knows fr that he’s delusional but at least you go along with it because you know how much it means to him

Not to mention how often you put up with him and his delusions

I mean- not only do you do that but also reassure him when he’s feeling a bit self conscious

Ofc he’s gonna love you, but this is just one of many things that he adores

A - Attention (how much attention do they want in the relationship?)

Kaidou loves having your attention but it still leaves him flustered all the same

Kaidou is pretty starved for attention and affection so once he gets it he absolutely lives for it

But then again- this is Kaidou we’re talking about so he flusters and stutters whenever you shower him in attention

He gets all tense and awkward but the way he leans in to you or way his head is held high doesn’t go unnoticed by you

So, all this to say that he wants all the attention you can offer

He lives for it and it honestly makes him all giddy and flushed

Ofc if you ever stop he’ll try and get your attention again but he’ll end up just keeping it to yourself because he doesn’t wanna be a bother

What a cutie right?

B - Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Honestly Kaidou feels so guilty and perverted for liking your hands but especially your lap

(Ofc he likes ur looks but ima go into that later)

So he feels the worst guilt ever and feels like a pervert just because he likes your lap and your hands

Honestly he mostly ends up staring at you just whenever and wherever and most times he zones out and does it by default

So he’s so flushed and stuff when he’s accidentally staring at you and feels like he’s a weirdo

Especially if you ever catch him

He feels the worst and genuinely apologizes

Now, if you ever ask- which you don’t even have to cuz he makes his likeness for your lap so obvious

Once you first have him rest there he loves it

Ofc he’s too flustered to initiate but he loves it all the same

(He mostly cuddles you by grabbing your arm or leaning on your shoulder as a safe option)

Anyway, he loves how you look

That’s his fav part too LMAOO

I mean cmon, kaidou thought he’d never pull a baddie

(It’s always nerds that pull baddies so-)

But still, so ofc he’s gonna compliment you all the time

Not just cuz u look good but just overall

B - Boo! (do they scare people? How do they act when scaring you/people?)

He’s both the one scaring- and the one being scared lmao

Kaidou tries to be scary sometimes with you

Most times you’re the one probably doing the scaring since Kaidou is so jumpy and easily scared 😭

But when he does try and scare you you’re usually just 🧍‍♀️or if not and act scared then he feels so accomplished like- 😭

Ok so when he scares you if you’re the type to not be scared then it’s ok he’s used to it because of Saiki (no it’s not he’s crying himself to sleep)

But if you genuinely do get scared then he feels accomplished then genuinely apologizes for scaring you 😭

Now, it’s more likely that you’ll go to the school festival at the haunted house thing there and be scared

It was probs a dare from Nendou that’s taken a little way too seriously by Kaidou

He goes in with you because he swears he gonna protect you from dark reunion (he isn’t he’s actually scared shitless and wants someone to go with)

Once you go in he’s scared constantly and is screaming at the top of his lungs 😭

He swears he’s doing the protecting but if you say/do something that has to do with protecting him from dark reunion then he’s head over heels again and lets you

Although a bit bummed he wasn’t able to the way he wanted

B - Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

Kaidou thinks you’re attractive all around

I mean it’s part of why he initially started liking you and ofc he thinks about it all the time

That doesn’t exactly mean that he’ll tell you directly

That’s too bold for him and if you were to ever try to poke at him for answers- let’s just say you’ll have to be dealing with someone on the verge of exploding

He’s flushed from head to toe, stuttering and most times he’ll close himself off from you whenever you bring up him liking how you look.

Now, Kaidou absolutely admires you for having qualities that he doesn’t have

You’re confident, you can actually protect him, and actually take what he says seriously

You actually listen and the fact you can handle yourself is not only admirable in Kaidous eyes but also something he’s sorta envious of.

Of course nothing ever comes out of that envy he feels but it’s still there

C - Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Getting this man to cuddle with you is a huge hassle

But once you manage to have him there- it’s definitely worthwhile

Now, don’t get me wrong- Kaidou loves the idea of being so close to you but actually doing it? It would be the death of him

So when the time comes and you guys actually do cuddle he’s all blushy and nervous

Kaidou loves the idea of being held

I mean he’s pretty starved for affection and previous times from when you coddled him and held him he’s been into it

So this time is no different- you open your arms and take the first step (because, let’s be honest, who else will?)

The two of you end up being in a position where you’re holding him and cradling him

He’s honestly enjoying it the whole time and his loud thumping heart beat makes that obvious

He’s such a cutie while cuddling too

He’s too nervous and can’t trust his voice but asks you if you’re ok with it all the same

And ofc you’re ok with it but it’s still sweet of him when he’s barely holding on

D - Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

He’s probably just as delusional in his daily life as with your relationship

So he’ll be casually day dreaming of the two of you going out on a date, but where to?

Well, it’d be at a cafe

Not only would it be in a booth so he’s with you- but also enjoying sweets

Not to mention it’s out of school and away from his mom so ofc he’s gonna like it

Once you two actually do end up going on this dream date of his, he’s so excited

He’s literally buzzing and is pretty nervous

Ofc things go as good as they can and it went without a hitch

Probs cuz Saiki decided to help with disturbances but you’ll never know

E - Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Kaidou is his usual self

He’s pretty expressive with his jet black wings act and usually goes out of his way to do that around you

It’s pretty usual

However, he also learns to express his inner feelings

Ofc it’s only after a while- I mean remember him crying in the restroom stall in that one episode? LMAO

Eventually he learns he can just tell you how he feels but is definitely hesitant to because he’s scared to have your image of him change

Once you make him more comfortable then he’s even more expressive

Especially since he has his emotions on full display most times 😭

E - Equal (do they prefer to be more in control or laid-back in the relationship?)

He likes to think he’s more in control

He loves to pretend dark reunion is around and goes on about how he’d protect you

You of course play into it and that makes him happy

But in all honestly you’re probably the one in control

He doesn’t exactly hate it but rlly wants to be the one to protect you rather than the other way around

He thinks and occasionally says this however once you take the initiative he’s literally the most flustered person you’ve ever met

He becomes putty in your arms and in all honesty prefers to be spoiled more than anything

But honestly I feel like if he were to ever say anything about it it’d mostly be after he feels comfortable to

Regardless, it’s obvious to everyone and anyone that you’re the one more in control

And if u like this man, you probably expected this

F - Future (What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?)

Honestly Kaidou is just existing

I’m gonna be real, he never expected to have a relationship with anyone much less someone he feels so loved by

So maybe if you love him just as much then he’ll be happy at the idea of marriage

But then again, it’s too much too soon and would prefer to just experience your relationship now and decide later

He never really thought about it either but knows it’s probably something in his future considering how people usually get married once out of school

Now, kids are a whole other thing

He’s pretty hesitant about marriage so image children

Does not like the idea of kids at the moment

I mean not only is he trying to enjoy his life but it’s honestly just not on his mind

F - Forgiving (If they had a fight with their partner(s), how would they apologize? Or would they be petty about it?)

I feel like Kaidou would apologize relatively quick

He’s not gonna be upset unless given a reason and if it’s something stupid or small then he feels the worse

He’ll apologize probably even if it’s not even his fault because of how scared he is of you breaking it off with him

He’s pretty down bad for you so ofc he’s gonna apologize and be sorry first

You ofc forgive him and talk things out but you especially need to tell him that he doesn’t need to apologize without any regard of whose wrong

Especially if you’re the one in the wrong

Just communicate and tell him that you’ll always be there for him as long as he’s there for you too

G - Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He’s pretty ok with gift giving

I mean most times when it comes to holidays (especially valentines) he doesn’t expect much

He’s always the one giving even in the past when he’d be made fun of

So he’s ok with gifting you stuff without getting anything in return

Although, it would make him sad

He’d cry himself to sleep

But when he gifts you it and you say thanks he’s glad- then turns to leave since the bell rang

However he doesn’t expect you to call him back and shove something in his arms

Of course you go on about it but be couldn’t care less if it’s not the best in your eyes(it literally is- you know him so well)

He tears up and hugs you so hard it doesn’t even matter that he’s flustered

After that it becomes the norm for him to gift you little things and with how cute he looks gifting you it- it’d be hard to not gift him random things occasionally.

This becomes the norm and it doesn’t even have to be “actual “ gifts

Gifts from him range from snacks from the vending machine to origami, drawings, and honestly things that make you think of him as a little crow

He’s so adorable and loves gifting you stuff and is flustered and shys away each time without a fail

With all this things considered- please be the gifting king 😭

G - Gratitude (how grateful are they to have you? what do they think your relationship is worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

He’s super grateful to have you, you have no idea 😭

Kaidou has never been in a relationship much less have someone reciprocate his feelings so ofc he’s gonna be so grateful for you

He’d probably hold your relationship to the same level he holds his friendships

I mean you guys were probably friends first and now that you’re dating you’ve only gotten closer

So maybe above them

And if yall are super super close he’ll probably hold your relationships worth pretty high

I mean he’s your potential future husband (that thought alone has him giddy) so he knows he needs to have you as a priority.

G- Gentle (how gentle are they? physically and emotionally)

Kaidou is actually really gentle

Both physically and emotionally

He’s pretty often discarded as a person by others so he knows how it feels to be mistreated and not feel like he belongs

So ofc he’s very gentle and makes sure you’re ok

I mean most times whenever something goes wrong he apologizes and tries to tend to you best he can

He doesn’t really know how to handle emotional situations so all he knows is to try to make you feel better

All that tied together is him being gentle with you

He’s pretty patient and this is mostly because of how you put up with his antics too

He’s not only this way emotionally but physically

I mean dude is not the best at physical stuff so most times he gets pushed or scared easily too

With that in mind he tries to be nice emotionally and physically

Like yknow how people play fight? He doesn’t rlly like doing that even if you say it’s fine

Realistically he’d fly away if u pushed him but it’s the thought that counts

H - Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

You and him probably held hands when you guys were casually walking after school

You had decided to go shopping just for fun and it just sorta happened

You’d think that you’d make the first move but Kaidou went ahead and surprised you by taking your hand first

He refused to look at you and when you tried getting his attention he couldn’t bring himself to ignore you

So he turns to you and his face is fully flushed and refuses to speak in fear that he’ll stutter and have the worst voice cracks he’s ever had

The two of you continue the whole time until Kaidou lets go

He ends up confessing to you that he was scared that his hands were sweaty later on in your relationship when you were sharing random stuff 😭

You guys usually hold hands when you’re walking somewhere and rarely at school too because of not only how teachers make a big deal but the students too

Plus Kaidou is too shy for others to see

He loves to just hold your hand like a regular person

Seriously, idk how other ways you can hold hands so let me know maybe it’s just me that doesn’t know

But that’s pretty much it

He gets better over time with dealing with his emotions but he stays pretty much the same

H - Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it, and what are they like?)

HE LOVES HUGS

Ofc it’s a jumpscare when you first hug him

Mostly because he’s so touch starved but also because he’s never been in a relationship before

Anyways, you guys rarely hug because of how anxious and fidgety he gets when you guys do

It definitely also takes a while for him to hug you back and especially initiate a hug

So most times you don’t really hug he’s usually leaning his head on your shoulder and cuddling up to you like that when you’re just sitting down-

But when you do hug it’s really sweet

He’s warm and you can finally have him in your arms

His hugs used to be really stiff

But eventually they develop to be cozy and warm

That’s when he’s holding you

When you’re holding him (which is usually) he’s really clingy and actually ends up forgetting to be self conscious

Honestly when they’re initiated by him it’s awkward but sweet and they’re really nice

It’s a shame he doesn’t initiate much 🥱

I - Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

He’d pin it on dark reunion-

No but actually he’d be like that 😭

Like if you tripped he’d help you up and make sure you’re ok but he’d probably go on a monologue on dark reunion and you’ll just have to smile and nod

If you end up at the nurse then he’d ask for permission to see you and be by your side as long as he can

Then he’s just moping in class without you

I mean most times he does this but if you were to seriously get hurt he’d be really concerned and although he has his dark reunion thing he knows it’s not the time

So he’ll try and support you best he can

(Best he can because he’s an awkward teenage boy) but yknow

I- I love you (how fast would they say ‘i love you’?)

I can image this going two ways

The first way would be him saying it almost immediately

He’s so bad at love bombing and can’t help himself

He’s probably in a delusion that he’s in some romance novel or sum and you’re his LI

Plus you’re just so incredible

So he just blurts it out in one of those stereotypical rainy days while you’re walking under an umbrella together

He’s all flushed and stuttering like a fool

You’re surprised he did run away like those weird anime girls but if and when he does say it

Pls pls pls reassure him because he will immediately think you don’t like him and cry himself to sleep

Anyway, the other way I imagine this going would be after a long time

Dude is SO nervous and anxious to tell you but eventually does after like a thousand years

So he’d either tell you immediately or wait for the longest goddamn time ever

No in between

J - Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

He is so silly 😭

He isn’t the type to joke harshly with you with insult but rather genuine and sometimes stupid jokes or pick up lines (that he only had the courage to say because of the joking undertones)

He’d probably never prank you unless you like to prank him first

Either way they’re silly pranks and never that serious

Plus jokes with Kaidou and usually him making himself seem dumb and when you do laugh along with him make sure to reassure him in the end

But yea Kaidou is just a lil silly guy and although the majority of his jokes are like that he just does stuff that are so hilarious sometimes without realizing

But when he wants to be funny? Yea not funny whatsoever 😭

J - Jealousy (what makes them jealous? what are they like when they’re jealous?)

He usually gets jealous when you take interest in someone else other than him

Now, it’s not like usual but only ever if you pay more attention/ hang out with them more

Most times it’s whatever and you tell him it’s not like that and he feels better

But it’s only when someone who he’ll admit is hot comes and tries to romance you or whatever that he gets jealous

He’ll probably go on about it in his delusions and claim in the dark reunion trying to get to him through you

Ofc Saiki is like “sure buddy” but Kaidou is secretly (not so secretly) freaking out and panicking

He’s starting the think that you’ll seriously leave him and Saiki is just there knowing that you’re just as down bad for Kaidou and he is for you

Whenever interacting with you during this time he’s pretty avoidant and gets distant

Ofc you’ll have to pull him out of his own head and tell him you love him

He freaks out and now instead of being upset he’s blushing and flustered

He ends up giddy since you ask him out in the end and talk it out but he’ll never forget the say the dark reunion tried to steal you and lost to him.

K - Kisses (what are their kisses like? who kissed who first? where do they like to kiss you?how do they like to kiss you?)

I love Kaidou as much as the next person but poor dude is SO BAD AT KISSING 😭

He seriously doesn’t know what to do the first time and just tries his best

The two of you first kissed when you managed to pass his moms test and made her love you and the two of you went to his room to “study”

Well regardless, you’re both sitting down as his mom left to the kitchen to bring some snacks for you two

He’s all nervous about you being over and when you tell him you want to kiss him straight up he’s all shocked

Ultimately he decides to let you and in reality it was just a short and sweet peck but ofc in his mind it was so dramatic

Well you two pulled away right when his mom came back and she was suspicious but nothing came of it

Ofc Kaidou was being the most suspicious person know to man

Anyways as they become more usual he likes to just give cheek kisses

They’re not too intense for his heart but when you guys do occasionally kiss on the lips he’s on the verge of exploding

He likes it and when y’all end up making out? He needs some space 😭

It never rlly crosses until later but yknow

L - Love (how do they show you they love you? What’s their love language?)

Honestly Kaidous love languages would probably be quality time, physical affection, and gift giving

Let me explain 😼

Most times Kaidou feels closest to you is just by hanging out

I mean he loves being invited to go places and just makes him feel wanted there

So ofc it’d be that

But at the same time he usually gifts you little things

He gifts (as previously mentioned) a lot of little trinkets to you most times

Whether it’s something from the vending machine, little notes, origami, or just little things

So that’s that and ofc the last would be physical affection

He’s so desperate for it that he loves when you show him any

He mostly shows you his love by including you in his delusions by making you like royalty 😭

He’d make u super op to but somehow the jet black wings has to protect you

M - Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings spent with Kaidou would probably be spent after a sleepover (that was disguised as a study sesh that would be an all nighter)

When you wake up you do the usual morning routine alongside Kaidou

If it’s a weekend (which is most likely)

You guys would probably be all lovey dovey in secret away from his mom as best you guys can 😭

Either way the two of you end up eating breakfast made by his mom (she’s super nice after the whole study thing) and just hang out doing whatever

N - Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

His worst fear would probably be discovered when he’s asleep and you’re over

He’d wake up from a nightmare and because of all the commotion you’d wake up alongside him

He’d share his nightmare and ofc it’d be what it is

He goes on to explain his nightmare of dark reunion taking you hostage or whatever but seems pretty shaken up

Ultimately he ends up revealing how real it felt and that’s why he’s this way

Just comfort him and tell him you’re there for him as long as he needs you

He’d feel better and wanted, and as long as you hold him in your arms then he’ll fall asleep peacefully

Ofc it actually was about you leaving him for someone else but he’ll keep that to himself until he’s ready

O - Obvious (How obvious do they make it that they like you?)

HES SO PAINFULLY OBVIOUS 😭😭

I mean anything you do- he’s head over heels

In an argument where you’re wrong? Well you’re right in his eyes made a plan that’s not the best but is ok? He’s all in

He’s pretty down bad and it’s obvious

He’ll most times go on about you in front of Saiki or Nendo and they have to suffer him and his crush he has on you

Especially if he asks Saiki or nendo to ask you things but freaks out when Nendo ends up exposing him 💀😭

Saiki is just standing there like 🧍‍♀️

And shrugs and walks away

Little does Kaidou know that you’re head over heels in love too

Match made in heaven ig 🤷‍♀️

P - Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

As I’ve mentioned Kaidou probably has you as a character in his little delusion with the dark reunion

So he’d probably call you a name that has to deal with that 😭

In all honesty he’d probably want to call you the most rancid couple nicknames known to man

He’d want to call you that but he’s just too nervous to and wouldn’t unless you enable it

So when you finally let him he’s hesitant but ends up doing it

Then he’s caught by Saiki and others then gets ruthlessly made fun of 😭

P - Patience (how easily do they get angry?)

Kaidou doesn’t get angry all that often

If at all

I mean look at him, if anything he’d probably blame any and all problems on the dark reunion

Plus he’s super patient and is actually rlly cool about most things

If anything he’d be sad over any issues or fights you two have rather than being angry

Q - Quiet (How are the calm, quiet moments with them?)

The only time I can imagine a time where it’s quiet is when he ends up exposing how he really is

He’s probably bummed that you discovered him for who he is and not some cool guy who battles evil

Which you never thought but yknow

It’s unusually silent and nothing happens until you speak up

It’s not until you tell him that you don’t care about his little facade and that you genuinely care about him and not the fact that he “lied” to you

It all works out and the two of you end up silently just cuddling and being there for each other

R - Rhythm (what songs reminds you of them?)

Ofc I had to Here’s the song

R - Romance (How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

Kaidou is so romantic it’s not even funny 😭

Most of his confidence comes from being jet black wings so ofc he’d do most of his romantic gestures and disguise it behind his alter ego

Most times he acts cool about it and that’s when he usually does dramatically romantic stuff

Like he’ll have a bouquet of flowers and maybe chocolates

He’ll hand them to you all confidently while on one knee

Then totally freak out while waiting for your reaction to them

All his confidence practically deteriorates and he’s waiting for your response 😭

But once you respond the way he likes then he loves it

I mean most times he’ll do this but otherwise when he’s seriously trying to win you over more than he already has he’s all flushed and tries to stutter it out as best he can

Most of his go tos are simple things like getting you stuff when you want it

But other times he’ll make sure to go out of his way to get you stuff

when you draw attention to his affections he’ll be super red 😭

S - Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Kaidou is pretty open with you besides how secretive he is with his diary about the dark reunion

That is until you end up finding it when you’re in this room 🕴️

That’s when he totally freaks out and tries to explain himself

His red face is really distracting so most of the time he’s trying to explain himself you’re just standing there

Honestly at least he’s secretive about this and not anything weird 🤷‍♀️

S - safe (What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?)

Everything you do

Honestly Kaidou has never had anyone supportive of him and his likes

So just you being there and indulging in his delusions is enough for him

But the fact that you continuously put up with him and his insecurities just really ties it all together

He wants to be the one to make you feel safe and comfortable yet you’re the one doing it to him

S - Security (how protective are they? how would they protect their s/o?)

HES SO PROTECTIVE 😭

I mean Kaidou is obviously the jet black wings ofc he’d be powerful and protect his dear y/n

Butttt he’s also secretly a coward who covers that with the facade of the jet black wings

So he’d protect you and put himself ahead of you but when it comes to actual scary situations?

He’s shitting himself

He’d still protect you and put you above himself but he’d be so scared 😭

He’d probably protect you by cooperating with what the other person wants realistically if it’s a bad situation (that one mugging ep)

But if it’s not that bad then he’ll play as his alter ego and protect you by putting the attention on himself and his awesomeness

He’s so cute and if you protect him back he’s a bit bummed because he wants to be the strong one but once you explain that you want it to be mutual he practically has heart eyes

T - Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It probably took so painfully long 😭

I mean homedude is so obviously in love with you and he’s painfully oblivious at first to how you feel

He’s basically head over heels and as I’ve said, you guys are probs rlly good friends before anything

So you both don’t want to ruin it

But eventually Saiki probably gets tired or sum best believe you’re making the first move and Kaidou ends up finding you with a “love letter” you wrote to him and the rest is history

So in short, it took a good while and probably would’ve tooken longer if Saiki, your wingman, wasn’t there to force yall

T - Tend (How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?)

Kaidou acts pretty panicky when you get hurt or something

He’s automatically making sure you get home and once it’s the weekend then he’s taking care of you while you’re sick like a stereotypical romance anime

Although you’d expect him to be terrible at taking care of people he’s actually the opposite

He’s always taking care of you and if Saiki and Nendo somehow get dragged along (knowing them they probably were) then Nendo would probably do stuff that disturbs him taking care of you

Surprisingly he ends up shooing them away and actually takes decent care of you (and if you ever try any romantic gestures on him he’s seriously gonna have to step out of the room)

When he’s sick he’s probably whining and pretty weak ngl 😭

So when you’re taking care of him (which you disguised as a favor to his mom) he’s blushing at every thing you do especially when you touch his forehead

He’s pretty much taking everything as a move and is blushing the whole time so do what you will with this information 😭

T - Tease (how do they tease you?)

How does he tease you?

Please it’s pathetic

Ok ok I’ll try and not to bully Kaidou but it’ll be hard not to

If anything you’re the one doing the teasing

I mean just look at him

Realistically he’d try and tease you because of this one romance manga that he started reading

Only when he starts acting that way do you just look at him like 🕴️

And to finally K.O. Him you decide to tease him back

He’s so weak to it too, he practically folds for you and just nods along

Take it easy on him and just spoil him rather than tease him 😭

He’d die from overheating at this rate so take it easy on the poor guy

U - Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He’s pretty aware of when you’re upset because you’re probably not going along with him like you usually do

He blames it on dark reunion too 😭

Eventually he realizes you’re seriously upset and his mood does a whole 180

He’s practically begging for you to not be upset anymore but in all seriousness he eventually just tries to talk things out with you

Ofc it all works out in the end but things sure can be tough

V - Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He’s honestly just proud of you as whole

He sees you as if you were way better in his mind so ofc he’d be proud of you

I mean it literally gets to the point where he thinks over if you genuinely do like him 😭

Anyways, he’d be more likely to be proud of things that you’re proud of about yourself

Whether it’s your drawing skills, trophies in sports, or whatever really

He’d literally be so proud of you and say “that’s my s/o 😌😼”

He’d act all smug and proud when it’s not even his own accomplishments

So yes, he’d love to show you off

Especially to others who like to poke fun at him for not dating anyone when he actually is

Most times when this happens he just shows off that fact he’s dating you

It’s sorta sad that he’s not showing himself off but whatever

V - Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

Honestly Kaidou is rlly cute and I feel like everyone knows that to an extent

So even if it may not be obvious- he’s pretty strict with keeping up his appearance in both the physical and social sense

He likes his looks and wants to be appealing to you so ofc he tried his best and feels all cute when you compliment him

But he also cares immensely with how he’s viewed, especially by you

He wants you to know that he’ll protect you and wants you to view him as someone strong and reliable

Especially against the dark reunion- he wants you to know you could always rely on the jet black wings and go to him- not anyone else- but HIM

Regardless of whatever he projects you know this and when you acknowledge and try to show him you care and feel that way-

He’s jumping up and down

W - Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Kaidou would absolutely fight for you

I’ve already stated that he’s so over protective and always ready to defend you and even put your safety over his

So ofc he’d be willing to fight for you and even beside you

If you were to ever want to fight on behalf of him he’d be really touched

Really, no one really makes him feel all that liked most times so when you decide to fight for him and defend him he’s head over heels all over again

The most likely scenario would be that mugging one from before

You guys probably were getting mugged then you decided to defend the both of you

Kaidou is honestly touched that you’d protect him before he had the chance to do anything so he’d try and tap into his jet black wings persona and help defend you

It probs ends with Saiki interfering but it’s the thought that counts

X - X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He’s able to read you pretty well, especially since you’re usually going along with his delusions and encouraging him with whatever nonsense he does

He can be a bit oblivious at times but because of how much of a person pleaser he is with you since you’re the only one who goes along he notices every little thing

So whenever you’re upset about something he can automatically tell (although he’d honestly be distracted)

He can also tell when you like something so atleast that makes up for his obliviousness 😭

X - XO (How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?)

I feel like Kaidou is pretty closed off to showing affection at all at first

I mean I already said his love languages but he’d be hesitant to do anything he’s practically been sheltered so it’s no surprise here

Ofc eventually he’s willing to kiss, hold your hand and hug you and stuff couples usually do

However, he’s still pretty shy as the day you guys got together

So he’d probably not be that willing to show PDA but if you rlly want to he won’t be able to decline

I mean most times you’re the one making the moves so he’s probably used to it at this point

Ofc there’s the rare occasion that he wouldn’t mind it which would be when he’s being made fun of or whatever but either way he’d still be bright red and on the verge of exploding

Which at this point, are you even surprised

Y - Yearn (What do they do when they miss you?)

Kaidou is insufferable to Saiki and Nendo (he couldn’t care less-) the whole day

He’s moping and so dramatically sad if you have to stay home and he’s pretty sentimental

I mean you’d think that someone died with how depressed he is 😭

I mean when he misses you and can’t see you he’ll text and try to talk to you any way he can

Ofc it doesn’t beat the real deal and when you finally return back to school he’s all over you

He’s finally happy and everyone glad that he’s back to normal and no longer a bother

Z- Zzz (How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?)

He acts so bold and clingy when he’s sleepy

He’ll be his complete opposite and do and say whatever along with clinging on you

If you were to reject his affection while he’s sleepy he’d take it so personally it’s not even funny 😭

Well it is sorta funny considering that he’s trying to kiss you when a couple hours ago he tried avoiding sleeping in the same bed as you

He’s so nervous and refuses to even get on the goddamn bed at first

It’s like the floor is lava- but with the bed

So when he finally goes to lay down next to you hallelujah cuz you can finally go to bed

He’s literally buzzing awake too so you have to pull him and hold him for him to calm down

Which makes it even worse (?) cuz he’s even more stiff and is close to evaporating

Anyway- when you two finally settle down I feel like Kaidou would sleep like a little ball

Like you’d be cuddling but over the night Kaidou would separate from you and you end up finding him in a little ball sleeping

He looks so silly and cute and ends up waking up from you staring at him

Good luck getting him to calm down and stop worrying if he was drooling or something

At least his bed head is cute 😭

God he’s so pathetic I love him

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