#fumus x reader

[yosaflamesworld]

give me fumus x god reader smut

topic can b up 2 u i just need more fumus x reader content

FUMUS X GOD!READER

Warnings: NFSW, cursing, angst at the start.

Reader has no gender but has a clit. With a symbol that covers it. Like etihw.

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You lay in your shared bed waving your hair in your hands peacefully, as your lover fumus went out as always to either watch husband creations train or just sleep in his office or discipline his angels as he says. Those poor darlings. But he says it's nothing to worry about as always, you've kept watch over a few, especially taffy, the one that suffered the most out of all, poor him, you felt bad for all of them especially elwine, recently Nadine had disappeared. It gravely upset the cat like angel, she came crying to you about her, you asured her she'd return eventually. She'd hugged you so tightly. You cradled her sobbing form that moment. She thanked you for making her feel better after that, she usually hung around you when she wasn't happy.. to think now I think it's time to get up

You get up and dress up brushing your hair as your aura flows around you, you then look presentable with your perfect outfit, you head towards the door and open and step outside, everyone's around, training, fumus no where to be seen, ofcourse.. taffy teaching his class how to get rid of demons, natural. Maybe just grumpy again. You go off to do your own thing, for the whole day

TIME SKIP.

It's almost nighttime, you decide to watch the sunlight, your hair floats in the wind.. you feel a presence, a strong and forceful one.. you turn around to see your loved fumus. Smoking behind you..

"Mm... come on.. were going inside now."

"Ah.. okay.."

There's no way you can disagree or argue. Your punishment may be worse than taffys, more brutal. You follow him inside, best to be obedient, you follow him to ypur shared bedroom, then he's nowhere to be seen, you suddenly lifted and thrown into the bed. He puts ĥis warm hand and fingers to your thigh and began hand rubbing it roughly. You shutter and whimper as he towers over you.. still kissing you. He breaks off the kiss, panting a bit from how long you were kissing for. He leans into your neck and puts kisses and hickeys. "Slut. My pretty little cum slut"He then uses his free hand to move your underwear and pants and move it down your legs forcefully.. you whimper due to the contact he's making on your neck, you don't notice the contact he's gonna make on you, He straightens his posture, taking your pants and underwear.. revealing your clit, with symbol on it. Specially a cloud symbol, he then sticks a finger into your clit, he already begins pumping it in And out harshly. You choke sob and Moans to this, it hurts, but it feels so good at the same time, God you were beginning to reach your high between your pain and pleasure high. As soon as you almost did he pulls out his slick covered finger. It dripped, he plops it into your mouth, He smirks as you struggle to keep his finger in your mouth, "Your being so good for me... you deserve this dick don't you..?"

You nod almost to your high if he kept this up.. he puts his hand to his pants and zips it down and then pulling his boxers down enough for his massive, veiny dick to come out, he just shoves it into your aching clit, and begins moving after a 5 seconds pass. He's just thrusting carelessly, you moan and arch as he keels this up at a fast but soon he'll be going at a harsh pace, his dick going into your aching wet folds. He's gonna fucking oversimulate you badly, you won't be out of the bedroom for days. He doesn't care though. You reach your high as he's still rotting into your wet folds, ruining you each time, but your almost close to cumming"A-Ah... fumus! I-I'm.. gonn- cum..Please!"He smirks as he Thrusts harshly into you"Heh..Whore."

He Thrusts and fucks into you Relentlessly as you moan and cry for him to stop, and be slower. But he just degrades you and Thrusts harsher each time you beg... you then.. reach your second climax of the night.. but.

"I'm not Finished With You yet. Slut."

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[poorxsouls]

Yandere gods HCs!!༝༚༝༚✮

!!︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶!!

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TW: yanderism, torture, murder/killing, sadism, egotism, slight lewdness 4 Fumus, yanderisk behavior, He/she pronouns for Elux bc I said so, slight angst for Etihw, etc.. Liliya is excluded due to me not having much to go off his character..

Tags: reader x character, y/n x character, Siralos x reader, Elux x reader, Etihw x reader, Fumus x reader, separate x reader, gods x reader, Okegom x reader, funanusea x reader, dsp/deep sea prisnoer x reader, mogeko x reader, TGG/the gray garden x reader, x reader, x you, x y/n..

Requested by @/Fr1endWe1rdo on Wattpad, I will make more in detailed versions later on in the future.

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Siralos

Yandere type: self indulgent

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-Siralos, unlike most of the gods, doesn't kidnap you and instead would rather lure you into his home. He often charms you first, being kind to you for long enough for you to consider being in his home before asking if you would stay with him.

-if you say yes, he thanks you, but even if you say no, he doesn't mind it—he's willing to wait!... unlike someone... AHEM! Once you two are together, he switches a switch and stops becoming so nice (unless you beg or he feels like it) which cause you to complain about it and he just scoffs while reminding you that you came to him and he can easily just punish you.

-Siralos doesn't really care about anything when it comes to you unless it's you being disobedient towards him which can either A) get you killed or B) wished you get killed. He isn't against turning his eye on a bit of punishment, but he knows it's better to make you wish he just gave you a punishment instead.

Elux

Yandere type: obsessive + manic

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-Elux gets bored easily, losing interest in people and things with ease until he meet you of course. It's been ages since she has meet someone who doesn't bore her whenever they talk about something other than her greatness, so to have someone as amazing as you being in his life, she feels incredibly interested in every part of you to exist. Elux often clings onto you and notices every small detail about yourself.

-Depending on Elux's mood/personality, you can either have a okay or a horrible day. Either way, you end up in the god's hands no matter what. You talking to Sol? You end up pulled away by Elux. You tending to the garden? You end up being picked up by your feet and bragged to the castle by Elux. In Elux's mind (which is always right, of course), you aren't allowed to give anything or anyone your attention unless it's Elux.

-Elux often doesn't give you space and/or privacy, often watching you sleep and sneaking around behind you. Elux doesn't really see her behavior as wrong, he just sees it as having interest in you and your life. He doesn't mind it when you insult him, fight back, or anything along those lines because Elux just feels amusement at your pathetic state—but he does punish you a few times whenever she's in ah—"mood" lets say? The point is, you won't be able to see him be completely "mad" over anything you do.

Fumus

Yandere type: manipulative + sadistic

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-Fumus first saw you as another plaything he could use, a torture toy for his own selfish needs until he started to develop a possessive feeling over you. Now, he mostly leaves bruises and a collar on your neck as a way to mark you whenever you two go outside together which is often.

-He doesn't love you, he doesn't care for you, you hear it all which in a way is true... but, Fumus still isn't willing to let you go, he still wants you near by—mostly forcing you to sit on his lap or choking you. In general, he's a horrible choice whether he's in a bad or good mode. He just wants you.

-Sometimes he gives you "gift", often being chopped up body parts of angels that dare speak or glance over at you. But, sometimes you get moments of "peace" whenever Fumus lets you rest on his lap after you beg him (which usually ends up in him hurting you most times).

Etihw

Yandere type : Isolating + overprotective

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-For starters, Etihw is more sad, she isn't really a threat when you think about it.. especially after the war. Etihw mostly was tame (compared to the others), expect for the few moments she was protective over you. So,—just imagen your surprise when one day you woke up in a cage. Not being tied up, not being chained, just sitting in a cage that was clustered as ever imaginable.

-Etihw often just watches over you, looking down at you with a blank expression with slight guilt before she leaves the room to go on with her godly duties which she doesn't actually pay attention to as much as you like to admit. Of course, Etihw's subordinates do look after you every now and then, but she quickly becomes overprotective over you, so they don't stay for long.

SPOILER WARNING FOR BAD/NORMAL END!!

-After Ivlis destroyed the world Etihw worked so hard to make, she only became worst. It took her a lot not to rip that flame devil's guts out when he bared mentioned your name, but luckily, Ivlis wasn't interested in "Etihw's plaything" as he called you. Etihw put you in a more smaller place, the new cage being much more clustered due while Etihw cling onto you—often hugging you close and crying into your shoulder, finding comfort in you while not caring about yourself.

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-Fin

[onceonafullmoon]

The Path to you was led with Aconite

Yandere! Fumus x GN! Reader

Angst + Horror

Tw!! Non-con elements, abuse, violence, gore and manipulation

Word Count- 1,800-ish

(Kinda wanted to try a different take on Fumus,, I hope it’s not too OOC!!)

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When you look out the window, you see a beautiful world, full of sunshine and rainbows. When you look behind you, you see chains and whips (bloodstains on the carpet too, if you squint).

It’s a strange world this one, almost perfectly balanced between black and white. Hope and Happiness intermingle here, only to meet their untimely, tragic, ends.

You feel yourself teetering on the edge far too often, a balancing act that never ends. Love and hate, hope and despair, freedom and bondage. It’s a juggling act. All your emotions are meshed together and pulled apart, over, and over again, until all that remains is confusion.

The only thing you feel certain about is the fact that, if you could rewind time, so that you’d never have come here, you would do it in a heartbeat.

A frown tugs at your lips, but you don’t have the strength to will it away. Instead you turn from the window and face the mirror in front of you.

You’re much paler and skinnier than when you first came. It’s no surprise. This entire world seemed to sap the life out of you.

Your frown deepens as you stare at your outfit in distaste. It was, risky, to say the least. The entire outfit was designed to completely unravel at the pull of the tie on the back. Not to mention it was annoyingly revealing, the dress being mostly sheer and white, only “modestly” covering your assets.

Perhaps the reason you hated it most was because it perfectly showcased who you belonged to. A wince of distaste at the marks littering your skin, from hickeys to bruises, told everyone that you were off the market.

Not that anyone would try anything, you think with a scoff. You were a slave to a god after all, no one would dare to touch what was his, not unless they wanted a cruel punishment.

And cruel they were. You’d see him sometimes, blood covering his normally pristine button up shirt, his vest discarded on the floor. Some poor angel screaming for help as scissors stabbed into them over and over again.

You’d find yourself flinching away at the sight, unsure of what to do. After all, he had never hurt you like that, but you were worried that he wouldn’t hesitate if you got in his way.

So guiltily, you’d sneak back after the damage was done, in a weak attempt to help out. To try and cover their wounds, a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding.

And then they would give you this look.

A look of gratefulness, and for some reason...pity.

That hurt the worst. That some coward like you, who couldn’t even stop them from hurting, put a look like that on their faces. And that somehow, someway, they still pitied you after all of it.

Why? You still weren’t sure.

Perhaps it was because you spent most of your time with their tormenter, you supposed, but you were sure they had the worse end of the stick.

Well, it didn’t really matter, you supposed. Staying inside your own head was dangerous after all, you didn’t want to rely on only yourself. That would make it easier for him to control you.

With one last glance at the mirror, you turn to leave the room in search of a possible angel companion.

You stop in shock as you see his familiar figure leaning against the door frame, a cigarette between his lips as he seemingly checks you out.

It takes an effort on your part to seem unfazed, but inside you’re trembling, wishing, praying that he’ll leave.

You should know by now that prayers don’t work.

You stand there, staring at him, trying to figure out why he decided to show up so soon.

Usually, you were left alone to wander the grounds, a small, but cherished freedom. At least, until night, when he whisked you off to have his way with you.

You despised nighttime.

“Why is he here then?” You think, staring at him with a mixture of fear and apprehension.

He stares back at you, unphased and uncaring, the silence between the two of you growing steadily. Uncertainty weighs heavily on your mind, bearing down with so much weight, you force yourself to speak.

“What?”

It’s meeker than you mean for it to be, and you want to curse yourself for your weakness.

“What?” He echos back mockingly.

“What are you doing here?”

“Hmm? It’s my world, I have the freedom to go where I want.”

“That’s not what I mean.” You protest weakly, folding your arms over your chest, in some pathetic attempt at covering up.

He notices this and smirks, dangerous and predatory, you wish with all your heart that he hasn’t come to “play” with you.

Screaming didn’t even help then.

“What do you want?” You ask wearily after some time, hoping that he won’t lash out at you for your rude phrasing.

“Rude, (Name), and after all that time I took to get you your present.”

Despite his words, he doesn’t seem very hurt, instead acting as cold and nonchalant as ever.

“A present?” You think to yourself confused. In all your time here he had never given you a present before, more or less just forced you to accept things.

Well, nevermind what you thought of it, you should probably say something before you upset him.

“I- um, thank you.” You state rigidly.

“Thanking me already, huh? You don’t even know if you’ll like it.”

As if practiced, the words slip out of your mouth, “I’d like anything you gave me, Fumus.”

It’s not a lie, you’d have to like it, you would like it, as if your life depended on it. You still weren’t sure if it did.

Maybe he knows that too, as he smirks and straightens up from the doorframe and leaves into the hall, a silent invitation for you to follow.

It’s nerve wracking, wondering what you’ll find, wondering whether or not it will scar you for life. But all you can do is wipe your clammy hands on your sheer dress, in a pathetic attempt to get rid of your sweat.

Honestly, you aren’t sure if it’s worse or better to walk in silence with him. Speaking keeps you on your toes, yes, but silence is almost more unnerving. Not knowing what will happen next is a learned fear from your time with him.

Some curious angel with blue streaks in her hair peers at the two of you, her cat ears slightly twitching. You remember her name to be Elwine. Creepy, that one, talking about how the only salvation was death while you tried your best to clean her wounds.

You feel some days that she might be onto something.

Well, spending to much time with Fumus was bound cause some form of mental trauma, you think internally snickering. You slide your smile of your face when you realize that he might be able to read minds.

Fucking hell, of course you would attract a mentally unstable god.

Your thoughts halt with yourself as you pause at the door of his office. You want to make some excuse to leave, claim that you don’t feel well and suddenly need to retire, but you have a feeling that that won’t work.

He turns to you with an unfeeling look on his face, making your heart speed up.

“Are you ready?”

Are you? No, you aren’t. But you nod your head yes.

“Good, because I created this surprise especially for you.” He says with a taunting smile.

Taking in a deep breath, you grasp the knob and turn it, slowly pulling the door open.

.....

...

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

There’s so much blood, too much blood, can a single body really contain so much? The air is tinged with the heavy scent of iron, making you want to gag.

With a whimper your eyes shut, and you feel yourself subconsciously walking backwards towards the door.

A chuckle sounds behind you and you feel hands on your shoulders before he bends over and whispers in your ear, “Well, (Name), do you like your present?”

“W-who is-?” You try to speak, but you break off into silence.

“Speak up (Name).” He says almost tauntingly, pushing you further into the room.

“Who is that?”

“Does it really matter?” He starts casually as he shuts the door behind you, strolling towards the bloodied figure on the floor.

“But if you’re really curious...” He trails off as he tilts their head up towards the light of the office.

Your heart beat speeds up as you realize you distantly realize you recognize the figure. Some angel, that you’d seen before.

A sweet thing really, could barely meet your eyes when you spoke to him, always looking away with a light blush.

And now he was bleeding out on the floor in front of you.

Now that you focus on his body, you see the wounds inflicted on him.

You can... you can see his guts spewing out of a deep cut his stomach.

“Oh, no. Oh no, oh no no no no no.” You whisper staring at his body in horror hands coming up to cover your mouth as you feel bile churn in your stomach.

You’d seen blood but, this, this was something else.

“What... is this?”

“Hmm?” He hums, turning to face you. “Your gift, didn’t I already tell you?”

His purple eyes crinkle in amusement as he assesses you, but you can’t force yourself to compose yourself again.

This is... this is too much.

“Why?” You croak out. “Why did you-“

“Do I need a reason?”

No he doesn’t. This is his world, morals don’t concern him. But even so... he’d never been so blatant about showing his victims to you. He wouldn’t try to hide his sadistic nature, but... but even so...

Why?

He beckons you over towards him, towards the body.

Tentatively, you walk towards him, before weakly asking if the angel was still alive.

His eyes narrow and you wince, hoping you haven’t pissed him off.

“It really doesn’t concern you (Name), you should really think about yourself, making me jealous like this...”

You can feel your blood turn to ice as the words leave his mouth. Because he was jealous?

“I couldn’t kill my precious angels of course.” He says sweetly as if to assure you, but the sinsister look in his eyes makes you wish the poor thing just died.

“I’m just teaching him a lesson about not touching things that belong to others. Speaking of, (Name)-”

You feel dread build up in you as you see a familiar look of lust build up in his eyes.

“I suppose you’re in need of a lesson on being grateful.”

[kandyrezi]

So is it fem Fumus putting out cigarettes on her darlings tongue, or is it the way she says darling in a way that makes the stomach turn, in such a way you can't tell if it's fear or delight (or both)? Or is it the way you can feel her eyes on you even when she doesn't say anything, hearing her slowly sucking on that cigarette, unsure if it's going to be pleasurable pain, or painful pleasure tonight?

( o...... o my.......may i......... present a little excerpt from something that i never finished, here it is: the incomplete fem!fumus x reader drabble (lightly edited to fit the ask) <3 )

(warnings: mild smut & degradation)

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there is adoration in your eyes and it momentarily stuns her power fantasy out of place – not recalling a time when her creations (or anyone else whom she held any interest in - with the exception of her sister, maybe) didn’t look up or down at her in fright, even if they made an attempt at a steel facade.

but you are not hers to own, she was not your maker but that hardly meant anything. she took what she wanted and did what she wanted. there is nothing but contempt in hers, a hatred that breeds from your naive, foolish nature. downsides of being a weaker, lesser creature.

“do you think you deserve it?”

you cling to her leg, almost grinding against it like a mutt in heat. her heel pressed down on the vulnerable area between parted legs. no doubt wet and leaking.

"then you'll take what i give you..."

the previous burns on your arm and shoulders ache and throb, leaving vivid red marks in their place. she presses the pad of gloved thumb and index finger against your cheeks, pushing down with force. it's painful. she takes the cigarette from between teeth, lips colored in ebony.

“and you will thank me for it.”

the lit end of the stick is shoved in, on your tongue. the pain is like molten, unbearable, scorching hot and blazing. you squirm and whine audibly, tears prickling from corners of eyes. she sneers in revulsion at the sight of something so pitiful.

"shut up, you're grating my ears."

she presses her heels in even harder.

yeah. definitely wet and leaking.

[pseudowho]

Higuruma Hiromi Masterlist

REQUESTS CLOSED!

Updated: 8th June 2024

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🔥 Smut. 💔 Angst 💕 Romance

☕ Comfort/Fluff 🤡 Clowning

🐙 Monsterfucking. 📚 Education (*dirty laugh*)

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"BabywearingDad!Higuruma" Ask and Drabble ☕

Behind the Wall 🔥💕-- a desperate Higuruma visits your glory hole

Bound 💕🔥-- the reader wants a home-made NSFW video, and Hiromi is happy to oblige

Calamus et Gladius (the pen and the sword) 🔥💕💔☕-- slow-burn, enemies to lovers Culling Game smut with Higuruma and a foreign reader

Cunt-Drunk 💕🔥-- Hiromi goes out for work-drinks and karaoke...and comes home feral.

Daddy 🔥☕💕-- dating apps are a hazard for men like Higuruma Hiromi...

Debellatio 🔥💕-- a Higuruma x Reader x Nanami sex-pollen threesome

Domestic Bliss series--

#1 Fire Alarm #2 Storm #3 Bite #4 Silver Fox

Fellatio 🔥-- the bathtub lawyer receives head in his office.

Fidget Toy 🔥-- Higuruma Hiromi needs stress relief.

Fumus et Ignis 🔥💕-- sometimes, Hiromi smokes and ties you up while he makes you ride him.

Glory Glory 🔥☕-- 'Help, I'm Stuck!' with Hiromi, two bottles of wine and a compromising position with his gavel.

Hiromi and Nemo ☕-- tales of Higuruma Hiromi, and his little black cat.

Hiromi Higuruma Relationship Headcanons ☕🔥💕

In Flagrante Delicto 💔☕🔥💕-- Higuruma struggles to adapt to life as a sorcerer, refusing all of your offers to help...until he needs you.

"I've Committed a Crime" Ask and Drabble 🤡💕-- Higuruma is a ruthless tease

Jus in Bello: A Judicious Domain 💔🔥💕-- The reader throws Higuruma out of their home after they struggle to adapt to his new Cursed power...and the reader must then hunt him down in the Culling Game, to bring him home.

Men with Big Noses 🔥💕-- you reveal a kink for Higuruma's nose, and he shows you exactly what he can do with that.

Milk and Honey 💕🔥-- Hiromi is obsessed with your milk, and loves you while you sleep.

Monster 💕🔥💔-- Vampire!Higuruma is a good man...but even good men have their weaknesses.

Office Besties ☕💕-- Hiromi and you are just friends...right?

Sanguis et Vinum 🔥💕-- period sex with Higuruma

Shower drabble ☕💕-- Higuruma comforts you after a bad day.

The Stairwell 🔥💕-- You've been teasing Higuruma all day at the office; he catches up to you, eventually.

Vinum Rubrum 🔥💕-- wine is better when you share a glass...and your mouths.

The Stacks 🔥💕☕-- spending all night with your college/university rival at the library, doesn't go exactly as you'd planned...

The Widow's Keeper ☕💔💕-- The reader and Higuruma traverse the complexities of love and grief, after the death of Nanami Kento, her first husband.

The Wrong Tie 🔥-- Nanami x Reader AND Higuruma x Reader...Nanami and Higuruma make a mistake after fucking their wives in the same cupboard.

"Your Honour" Ask and Drabble 💕🤡🔥-- Hiromi forgets your name as he cums.

[cayte-vende]

Can you make some STNK x reader fluffy hcs??

Cayte-Vende note : Ooo damn this could be a little harder than I thought, fluffy hcs is just a little possible for me since it's satanick, and as I go through the Canon way possible.. but why don't we try it out! (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)☆!

Reader always will be [Redacted] and i will use this on every request, in this one reader Gn since it can be male or female readers.

This is hard.. but possible, take it as Satanick and Ivilis Relationship, the first meeting with him probably being the worst way possible, he is cocky, a walking whispering lust you can say

Just like Ivilis the relationship between you and him going bad, as much you dislike his personality.. you don't like him because of his doing and want, he is sadistic and violent just like his Older Brother Fumus.

If you hear what people say he is a versatile manwhore in a mischievous and perverted manner, you first met him trying to ignore, he is just a demon who Nothing but thinking about sex all the time

But if you and him start to develop a relationship and start a family like Ivilis.. he is starting like being a little better, not much than his previous self, still thinking about sex

I don't think he is just a bad person in my eyes.. he is just... Misunderstood character, he just thinks sex as a way of showing your love of how much you like them, but I do think that he knows this is bad.. but then shrug it aside

He is just misunderstood, his past self is under Fumus Wings.. well you know what things Fumus did.. a lot of bad things, and it's probably a way that he thinks like that, or it's just a thing that he thinks that the only he is good at so he does it

He doesn't like to be compared to his Older Brother Fumus, much rather he doesn't want to be like him, I can see he tries his best to be good but he doesn't know what good is.

So a little by little bit he possibly can be understood even if it is hard, I can think it's needed a time and understanding for him to open up a little bit or more than that.

Okay aside from that sad little story, back on the main, he is good.. we'll not too good, a teasing little fucker I say, the teasing it's like how he do with Ivilis

He is childish and carefree.. making it a little worse than I thought ( not much of the worst I see aside from many other characters in okegom )

Making this a fluffy story is a little difficult since his personality and his doing is just.. like that.. not much new, aside from his sad backstory like, but I think he is not that bad not like his Older Brother Fumus, he does a little things

Going on the beach, a gift , a flower and much more but still keeping his previous self and rambling about how much of a little dick he is ( yeah.. I say that shit )

But yeah.. there's worse and there's good , there's no fluff in between not much that his personality like that.

I'm sorry if this isn't the fluff you think it is but hey man it's something I try to make as close as possible as the canon

[tsumuri-apologist]

Hello there can you do Fem Fumus x Fem Seraph Reader with Fumus being, well Fumus. I just need more genderbend characters

hey I'm really sorry for the very long wait.. it's been a hard time for me.

I hope u like it, tried my best.

CW: abuse/violence

Fem! Fumus x Seraph Fem Reader

You were one of Fumus subordinates, her lastest creation.

When you first opened your eyes she was standing besides you, a smirk peeking her lips. You smiled back, little you knew about your new life.

As soon as she closed the door, you entered the hells of this heaven.

Fumus had other toys, but whenever she gets bored of the others, she would play with a new one for a while. That means no break for your fragile body.

Your young mind didn't understand what were the reasons behind your creator tearing your skin, but eventually you learned to obey the Goddess.

Whenever you could, you started spending some time with the fellow angels that were also there. Taffy being the one you were closest to.

You learned that she used to be Fumus favorite plaything, even tho she seemed sorry for you having taken her place.

Even so, you spend most of the time near Fumus, either whimpering while she cuts open your skin with rusty scissors or you laying limp on a bloody bed next to her.

At first, the tortures got the best out of you, the screams full of agony and the arousing feeling of tearing your virgin skin. The Goddess loved it, and you could tell.

But you eventually started to accept it, your face staying emotionless whenever the door opens, revealing the vivid purple eyes staring mischievously at you. Your body would remain still, maybe twitching s bit whenever the cold metal touched your skin.

Fumus would always start making you cry a little, it seemed to turn her on in some way. She would force you to look at her while she held her cigarette between her lips.

Dragging your face to hers, a messy and gross kiss would start, bitting your lip hard enough to draw blood and forcing her tongue on your mouth. The saliva and blood mixed taste invading you.

To add her touch, she would place the cigarette in your tongue, the burning sensation forming tears in your eyes. Then she would order you to swallow it, the whole thing.

This wasn't new but it was still enough to make you tremble and gag, something Fumus founds very amusing.

Finishing the foreplay, as she would call it, the real torture for you starts.

You would be laying still on the mattress, hands cuffed for less comfort. And she would draw patterns against your skin, her purple orbs staring right into your soul.

The blades cut you deep enough for the blood to stain your dress. Giving more attention to your legs, she would bury the scissors in your tight, playing with the blood that flows of the injury.

This was the edge of your control, tears rolled down your cheeks. The Goddess smiled at your reaction, your cries were like music to her ears.

You just wished for the playdate to end, but the following day would be the same, and the other too. Your relationship with the Goddess felt weird and made your stomach churl, but you knew you couldn't get away from her.

[ragazza-whintigale]

𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔉𝔲𝔪𝔲𝔰 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔒𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞 ➵ Okegom Fandom

𝔄𝔳𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔷𝔢 ➵ Comportamento Yandere, Tortura, Relazione Tossica, Sangue, Abuso, Disumanizzazione.

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢 ➵ 1026

Solo adesso potevi comprendere a pieno gli avvertimenti di Taffy, ma davvero avresti potuto ignorare le sue urla mentre, quello che doveva essere il suo Dio, gli stava dimostrando il suo... amore. 

Quando ti aveva detto che Fumus aveva un modo creativo per mostrare il suo cosiddetto amore, non avevi completamente capito quanto fosse tremenda la realtà, non avevi certo appreso l’avvertimento mal celato del serafino. 

Non avevi ancora imparato ad ignorare completamente le loro urla di agonia, e mentre prima bastava andarsene per dimenticarle ora nemmeno le mani premute contro le tue orecchie avrebbero aiutato. Ma non eri mai veramente intervenuta, ti avevano detto di starne fuori e tu ci avresti provato, sul serio, ma non durò molto lo stato di beata ignoranza in cui fluttuavi. Certo avresti potuto intuire dal distorto amore che Fumus dimostrava a suo fratello, ma lo hai ignorato, o forse dalle urla degli angeli. 

Ora ti potevi solo considerare una stupida, avevi iniziato a definirti così quando gli avevi afferrato la mano, per farlo avevi tirato fuori tutto il coraggio che possedevi, eppure si sgretola subito. Si sgretola non appena il suo sguardo irritato si posò su di te, non appena il sangue del povero angelo mal capitato iniziò a imbrattare la tua pelle, e una goccia cadde sul terreno in pietra grezza. Le tue pupille si erano ristrette, tanto da sembrare aghi smussati, Al momento pensavi che lo avresti rifatto, ma ora le parole ti morivano in gola, non riuscivi a rilasciare quel bel discorso che ti eri preparata ogni volta che sentivi le urla, e dire che ti eri ripetuta talmente tante volte quel discorso che ti eri persino convinta che avresti potuto farlo smettere. Ma ora non eri più tanto sicura, era davvero possibile cambiare una visione distorta a tal punto, aggiungendo il fatto che lui era un Dio, era davvero possibile cambiare la visione di un Dio? 

La risposta che prima sarebbe stata soluzione, iniziò a vacillare, le iridi color canna di fucile si strinsero su se stessi intimandoti di parlare, di chiarire il motivo della tua interruzione, e non avresti potuto evitare la domanda questa volta, non sarebbe bastato un placido silenzio composto da placida ignoranza. Ma le parole si rifiutavano di uscire.

Quando tutto si era ridotto all’oscurità, quando non eri riuscita a rispondere a quella domanda, non hai potuto fare altro che pregare per la tua salvezza, anche se sarebbe stato abbastanza inutile, contando che colui che dovrebbe essere Dio era la causa di tutto. L’unico momento in cui potevi distinguere qualcosa di diverso dal buio era quando Fumus non si sentiva abbastanza magnanimo da lasciarti sentire solo le urla dei poveri mal capitati. Avrebbe rimosso la benda e la luce, per quanto fioca, sarebbe rimasta accecante per qualche ragione ignota, solo per essere messa da parte quando un'ondata di orrore ti colpiva. Era davvero possibile per un solo individuo potesse avere una quantità di sangue tale da imbrattare gran parte delle mura e del pavimento, incluso i tuoi vestiti, nonostante fossi ad una distanza ragionevole. Fumus avrebbe lanciato, qualche occhiata più spesso di quanto avrebbe dovuto, forse verso di  te, per vedere se stavi rispettando il suo ordine, dimenticando che non lo avresti fatto, dimenticando che i tuoi sarebbe stati posati altrove. Per questo ora, quando non era il malcapitato, Taffy ti teneva fermo il volto affinché tu non potessi distogliere lo sguardo. Eppure se lo avessi ascoltato attentamente non saresti in questa situazione, saresti ancora libera di andartene, a causa delle lacrime era persino doloroso chiudere gli occhi per più di qualche secondo. 

Ma la parte più dolorosa del guardare era che ogni supplica che potessi fare, ogni parola di troppo che pronunciare, o un semplice suono considerato fastidioso al Dio, eri punita, in diversi modi, ma tutti estremamente dolorosi. E dire che non era nemmeno te che stava torturando, se valutiamo da un punto di vista molto superficiale, ma rimanevi uno spettatore innocente. Uno spettatore innocente che è costretto a guardare, sopportando di stare in silenzio di fronte a tanta crudeltà, per non ricevere altro dolore. Che poteva variare, variare dal suo umore o dalla sua fantasia. Ma la cosa apprezza maggiormente era bruciare la tua pelle con la sigaretta accesa. Piccoli segni circolari, dipingevano aspramente la tua pelle, il prolungamento della tortura aveva portato l’assunzione di diverse tonalità di colore ai segni. Era doloroso e umiliante, essere costretta inginocchiata a subire tutto quello, e non potevi nemmeno scappare, nel bel mezzo del territorio nemico, quali alleati ti avrebbero aiutato a fuggire, soprattutto quando avevano l’ordine di richiuderti qualora ti fossi allontanata da quella che era la tua prigione, bensì non avesse vere e proprie sbarre. Ma tu ci avresti provato comunque, più e più volte, aveva perso importanza quanto potessero essere dolorose le conseguenze. Tu dovevi fuggire e se per farlo dovevi andare in un altro mondo allora così sia, potrebbe essere anche impossibile ma avresti tentato fino a non aver più vita, e sapevi che non sarebbe successo, se davvero si stava divertendo, ti avrebbe lasciata vivere per il suo crudele piacere, senza mai sapere quando si sarebbe stancato. 

Fumus esattamente non sapeva cosa fosse quell’euforia che si diffondeva a macchia d’olio dentro di lui, quando ti vedeva ad un passo delle lacrime sapendo benissimo che farne cadere anche solo una sarebbe stata la tua rovina, ma ancora avresti potuto anche piangere tranquillamente se non avessi sempre quella vena ribelle, avresti potuto disperanti nelle tue lacrime nel tuo angolo, ma avevi sempre sempre quel particolare vizio di supplicarlo al posto delle sue vittimi. Essenzialmente se doveva essere sincero era la cosa che lo faceva emozionare maggiormente. Vedere che non eri un giocattolo facile da rompere che avevi ancora la forza di contraddirlo nonostante le ripercussioni fossero estremamente dolorose. Eri una delle poche cose che sapeva, non lo avrebbero stancato così facilmente. Per questo, se davvero, avresti voluto andartene forse potevi attenuare gradualmente quella tua fastidiosa vivacità, fino a farlo annoiare. Ma io non ci conterei molto, ha molti modi per farti cantare come vuole lui, e chi mai avrebbe il tuo medesimo coraggio di contraddirlo?

[twistedstarz]

rosehip tea with fumus and idate please?? 👉👈💕

of course !! thank u for requesting, i hope you enjoy!!

FUMUS: ↳ rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

        ‘romance’ isn’t exactly a word in fumus’ vocabulary. before he met you, he wasn’t really gentle or lenient with anyone, so he’s really not used to it, to due to... ahem... the way that he is. if you ask (beg), however, he’ll look into it. affection is a different story, though! fumus is possessive down to the core and he always wants his hands on you in some way, whether it’s an arm tightly secured around your waist or having you sit on his lap when he has company over. sometimes, when you ask nicely, he’ll give you kisses and hugs that are just a little bit more gentle than usual. he insists that he’ll never be soft, but you can tell that’s a little untrue when it comes to how he treats you.

IDATE: ↳ rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

        despite what appearances would have you believe, idate is quite the romantic at heart! he loves surprising you with little gifts (that he, you know, stole) and dates out of nowhere. he also enjoys making you squirm and flustered with his sometimes-crude words of love. as for affection, he’s got tons of it to spare! the most he ever gets to touch someone is when he’s beating them to death, so to be able to casually hug and kiss you is a very nice change of scenery for idate. he might not be the most perfect or ideal lover for everyone, but he’s thankful every day that he has you in his arms.

[lampyrid]

I wonder what will happen with yandere Fumus and reader?

Trigger Warning: Mentions of violence, abuse, Implied non-con, torture

Fumus

Him? Ahahaha...you're in for a world of pain.

Fumus is one of the most brutal yanderes there is. He'll torture you, take you, rip and tear you apart till you're nothing but broken little pieces on the ground.

This god (can we really call him that?) can get really creative with how he shows his...'love' to you. He loves making you bleed, hearing your screams, and he will laugh as you suffer in pain and despair within his grasp. Seriously, he makes the other devils look tame.

Death won't come easily to you despite his brutality. He's a god. His healing powers are potent and your body would be put back together again as if he didn't lay a finger on you in the first place. Your mind, however? He couldn't care less if you break or not. As long as you're obedient, then all is well.

You'll have a collar on you at all times. It's a symbol that you're his. 

If he's not tearing you to shreds, then he's certainly dolling you up to suit his tastes. (Of course, those clothes will all get ruined once he wants to 'have fun' again.)

Your life will be in his hands forever if he wishes. 

Fumus' love is deadly and your only chance of escaping his clutches is to disappear before his sick obsession starts to kick in. Once you notice his interest in you, run far away. Prevention is better than cure after all. Find another world to live in just to be safe.

[thesourtastelingers-blog]

More of a devil than a god

Title: More of a devil than a god

Fandom: Okegom

Pairing: Fumus x Angel! Reader

Word Count: 995

Trigger Warning(s): Swearing, blood, mentions of abuse, dead body ,but not detailed

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Shit, shit, shit.

You've messed up real bad and your insides are churning, your heart is beating and you wanted to puke.

Well, how did you get in this bloody mess? It all started with a bet you've done with your god, Fumus.

~Flashback~

You're sick and tired of seeing all Fumus' angels beaten, bloodied and bruised. You're the part-time nurse of Fumus' castle. Your main job is to hand out paperwork for Fumus, but sometimes you're the secret nurse for the beaten angels, you're quite uneasy seeing them almost dead, specifically Taffy, he's the reason why you started being a secret nurse, then more and more angels came to your aid and indeed you accepted it.

Seeing Taffy almost dead sorta hurts you and you sorta have some favoritism to the head angel, sure Fumus did beat you, but that was only one time, since you didn't completely hand out all the paperworks and so you got punished. Fumus is much more of a devil than a god in your perspective. Did Fumus know?

Then you had enough of Fumus punishing his angels. You're gonna make a bet with him.

You came straight to his office with some paperwork.

"Here are the paperwork, Lord Fumus." You handed out the paperwork to the god and you deeply yet politely bow

"Thank you, (Y/n). You may leave." Fumus sternly said

"Wait, I have something to tell you." You said; hoping to not anger the god

"What would it be?" Fumus raised an eyebrow

You're honestly surprised that he's not mad.

"Okay, I have a bet for you." You said in a serious tone

"Oh? What would that bet be?" Fumus uncharacteristically smirked

"This bet would be a form of hide and seek." You intentionally coughed

"What?! I'm not going to play a child's game!" Fumus grumbled

"Oh, but this bet would be a good one." You assured your god

Fumus just blankly stared at you.

"If you found me, obviously you win and you get for me to stop your brother entering your world, and if I win, you should never punish your angels, ever again. Deal?" You held out your hand; hoping for him not to slap it

"It would be a deal if my prize would be, that I could keep you forever. Oh and you don't know who you're messing with." Fumus darkly said the last part

"Fine..." You said, but you regret it. You know who you're messing, you know he'll win, you know this is just suicide

Fumus nodded as he shook your hand "It's a deal."

~End of the Flashback~

You really regret it. You don't know what room you should hide in and you bet Fumus is already done counting.

You quickly yet quietly went down the stairs and you happened to uncover a basement which is just laying around in the castle.

"Perfect..." You muttered while you went in the basement

You gazed around the basement and you see blood dripping everywhere, well you have to suck it up. You saw a convenient closet just at the end of the basement, you then quickly went in the closet, you also regret it since you saw a mangled body and blood in the closet.

"Oh dear..." You closed your mouth to stop gagging and to control your breathing

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Fumus' Pov

"98... 99... 100. Ready or not here I come." I blankly said as I stopped covering my eyes

I exited my office and my first instinct is to find (Y/n) in their room.

I've checked under their bed, in their closet and in their personal bathroom, but I couldn't find them. They're good to easily anger me.

I went in the kitchen and yet I couldn't find them. I impatiently tapped my foot.

I went out of the kitchen and I saw Taffy by the hallway.

"Taffy!" I sternly shouted to call the pathetic excuse for a head angel's attention

The pathetic angel widened his eyes as he looked at me.

"Y-yes s-sir?" Taffy stuttered

"Did you see (Y/n)?" I asked him

"N-no!" He squeaked out

"Are you lying to me?!" I approached him as I clenched my fist

"O-of c-c-course n-not, s-sir!"

"Hmph. You may go then." I folded my arms and Taffy just quickly went away

"Where could they be?" I tapped my chin

"Could they be...? No way..." I muttered as I went to a specific direction

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2nd Person's Pov

You heard someone going down the basement stairs and your heart dropped.

'No way...' You thought as you quietly sat down while blood soaked your pants/skirt

You looked behind you 'This is a fresh dead body, that's why the blood isn't dry yet...' You went back staring at the closet door; hoping it to not open

"(Y/n), are you even in here?" A strict voice called

You're tempted to say 'Yes' but it'll just blow your hiding spot.

Everything just went cold. You felt like Fumus could be staring at the closet.

You then heard footsteps; specifically approaching the oh-so-convenient closet.

Then the closet door opened.

Your breath hitched as you stared at the god in front of you "Hi Fumus..." You awkwardly greet him

Fumus darkly chuckled as he took you by the wrist.

"I win~" Fumus whispered at your ear as he tightly hugged you

"Yeah... You're right." You looked up to Fumus' smirking face as you gulped

"Can I cry?"

"No."

"Are you going sexually abuse me?"

"Of course."

~~~

Extra Ending:

"You have a new plaything with you?! I just heard it from your angels." Satanick sat down at Fumus' table

"Maybe they're a plaything..." Fumus, unbelievably, responded to his brother's question yet statement

"Can I join you to break them?"

"No... Fuck off."

[poorxsouls]

Yandere Moge-Ko (=^ ◡ ^=)!!

Yandere type: sadistic + bratty

!!︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶!!

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TW: murder, killing, slight spoliers, torture/sadism, violence, fem reader, she/her + feminine names for reader, yandere(isk) behavior in general, etc.

CW: Moge-ko created by DPS(deep sea prisoner)/Funamusea, mentions of Mogeko(s), Yonaka/Lord Prosciutto, slight DefectYona (defect Mogeko x Yonaka),

Tags: DPS, deepseaprisoner, Funamusea, okegom, mogeko, okegom x reader, mogeko x reader, Moge-ko, Moge-ko x reader, x reader, character x reader, yandere, yandere x reader

Requested by @Fr1endWe1rdo on Wattpad

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-You are very unlucky either way if the Yonaka castle happens or not, you can't stand against her in any possible way (expect for many in bed—but that's a maybe). Of course shes not as horrible as most yanderes (*ahem* Fumus), but she clearly is someone who you shouldn't risk being kind to her. the mogekos/Lord Prosciutto gift you towards her so they don't have to deal with her brattiness.

-To start off with, Moge-ko is still a Mogeko. So, as a result, expect her sick and (extremely grossly) pervy with you even before staring to grow "feelings" for you (such as love). Most of the times she enjoys "playing" with you—feeling a horrible type of happiness whenever you scream, plea, or cry due to her lack of carefulness when it comes to you.

-But, if you're obedient and good—which will help you in the long run, you'll get a bit more nicer than most when it comes to the aftermath. Once she's done with "playing" with you, she lets you rest on bed and will stare at your sleeping face—enjoying seeing your passed out expression from the exhaustion. But—doing the opposite, disobeying her, you often end up being chained up to the ground after she beats you to a pulp. ((Both are better than giving up—if you do give up, you often get killed off by her)).

-Due to Lord Prosciutto being busy with (Angel) defect Mogeko, Moge-ko has more free time to do wholesome dates with you—or at least as wholesome as it gets. Thanks to Lord Prosciutto technically being your master (despite how many times Moge-ko forces you to call her mistress), Lord Prosciutto doesn't mind threading Moge-ko by using your name.

"Now, now, now... you aren't forgetting your place, are you? Hey, if you don't want your pet to be my new toy instead of you, you better not talk back to me again unless you want her to suffer your consequences instead",

is something that Moge-ko always shivers about whenever Lord Prosciutto puts her in her place—so as a consequence, Moge-ko often becomes quick to anger, being jealous, and so much more to the point she often forces you to stay inside her room and only lets you go (when she decides to).

-In conclusion, she's horrible—but also annoying. She often CAN be reduced into a pathetic pet (especially during the normal end), but her yanderism does often make her more sad than pathetic. She's much more tamer than the demons yet also more violent than the others—I'd she's a 5/10.

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-End.

[onceonafullmoon]

Hi, could you please tell us a bit more about Tsundere/Yandere Fumus? I saw what you wrote about Tsundere/Yandere Fumus, and I was curious if you had thought of anything. I really like your writing and I hope I'm not bothering you. Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language.

Me when I get to talk about an awful man: 😈 (also these are leaning more towards yan then tsun, so sorry about that)

Yandere Fumus x GN! Reader HCs

Tw!! Violence/torture towards reader and other characters, manipulation (guilt tripping) and non-con mentions

Well, firstly, you’re fucked. But you already knew that, didn’t you?

You’d probably meet through being affiliated with someone else, like Satanick or Taffy, rather than meeting Fumus head on.

See, he’s a bit of the asshole curious type like that, always wanting to know what his toys are amusing themselves with.

When you think about it, it's kinda like a child who only wants to play with his peers toys, but more unhinged and fucked up

Either way, despite their wishes, he’ll either stumble across you or go out of his way to visit you.

You wouldn't think much when you do meet him, he's not outwardly threatening compared like others you might have met. In fact, with the way he seems to disregard your presence enirely, like he's above you, you'd probably just think of him as some typical asshole, the only unsettling thing about him bring those piercing violet eyes of his.

Its only when you turn to see your affilates reaction of utter horror and dread that you realize something is terribly wrong.

When he leaves, you try to pry into what they're so worried about, but whether through straight dismissal (Taffy) or dancing around the topic (Satanick) neither will answer you head on.

Anyways, with Fumus's growing interest in you, you can't really afford to worry about either of them, his visits growing more frequent and that same oppressive feeling growing greater as they do.

It won't be long until you find yourself in his domain, the stench of cleaning products permeating the air.

And is that blood you see in the corner?

Your first few visits will ineviably end in screaming and crying, blood splattered on almost every surface of his office, the same loving treatment Fumus gives all his toys.

You might try to reach out to find help during this time, only to be dismissed entirely by Satanick with a helpless grin or a rather unfortunate response of "it never hurts as much the first time" from Taffy.

You could also try to escape... but running from a God is pointless, which you'll find out through bruises, or if you're particularly unlucky, broken bones.

Meanwhile, Fumus is going through somewhat of a... crisis... on his part as well.

See he only meant to play with you out of curiosity... but now... maybe its your sweet crying face, or the withering glares you send his way... there's just something about you that he can't get out of his mind.

And at first he doesn't think about it, he'd always been a bit obsessive with his toys anyways

But then he sees you talking with one of his angels, a small smile on your face, and he can't help the surge of fury that courses through him.

Both because he hates the idea of you with anyone else and because he realizes what this jealousy means for him despite his self insistance of not wanting a "relationship".

Albeit this notion of a relationship is highly onesided.

That afternoon, he's very busy with his scissors, repeatedly plunging them in and out of the poor angel's body.

And that night, he finds himself busy helping himself to your body too, albeit in a different way, despite your protests and struggles

Distantly he wishes he could take a picture of you, looking ruined for him, until he realizes he could have this sight every night if he choosed so.

Luckily for everyone else, and unfortunately for you, at the discovery of his newfound "feelings", he spends more time tormenting you.

Albeit this time his methods are more... pleasureable than his previous ones, though you might find that worse than being tortured based on how you see it.

Its simple enough to keep you from leaving him consequently, even without him having to exert his power.

Just a simple, playful, remark about how lonely he'd be if you left, that he'd have to subsitute you with his precious little angels, and suddenly you're hesitating on carrying out that escape plan.

Not that it would have worked anyways mind you... perhaps next him he catches wind of a new plan he'll just invite you to watch him have fun with Taffy.

In all, attracting Fumus is the worst mistake you could have unknowingly commited, and now you have to deal with the torture of being damned to a god.

[kandyrezi]

I remember that you made nsfw headcannons for Moge-ko sooo....I honestly afraid to ask but can you do same for Fem Fumus?

[ ♡ / ♢ ] fem!Fumus x Reader NSF.W HCs.

a/n: it's oddly cute... in a sadist's own whimsical sort of way... :')

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✧; our god, lady fumes is an interesting case—cruel, capricious, and dark with an appetite for the suffering of others. a demeanor so diabolical you sometimes think of her as a devil rather than god. no matter how much pain she inflicts onto you, your heart always skips a beat both in elation and fear when you see her again the next day after a particularly terrible night of pain and drawn-out (mostly physical) anguish.

✧; she likes to 'draw' (more accurately, carve) patterns into your legs and stomach with a knife or a scalpel. and later use a cigarette lighter to sterilize the area with fire, just so it's visible for the following couple of days. only for her eyes and her enjoyment, though. she learns the most sensitive parts of your body, so she can put out her cigarette on them. burning them on your tongue, throat, and thighs get the most amusing little noises out of you. of course she backhands you across the face if you get too loud. it grates on her ears.

✧; it's not all cigarette burns and scalpels with her, even if she more often than not finds the 'foreplay' with sharp objects more fun than the actual sex with her darling. so it usually all ends before it can even begin. but, not all the time.

✧; she makes you pleasure her, first and foremost. your head will stay between her legs, eating her out, and you won't be let up until you make her come. she sighs, and degrades you, about how your performance is so lousy, how slow, and inept you are at it. but she grabs your locks and tugs at them not-so-gently. it's clear indicator how she actually feels about it. how much she likes it.

✧; when you've been going at it all night, you barely get any rest or shut-eye when first rays of sunlight outside her mansion shine through the windows. she doesn't kick you out her designated sex bed, but lets you linger for a while.

✧; deciding you've fulfilled your duties for the night, you quietly lean over the edge of the headboard, reaching for a white shirt and a bra—but her voice cuts through the thick air of silence as she speaks;

"are you going somewhere?"

"i... no, i'm n-not."

"well, i'm craving for something sweet, so..." fumes ponders, "hm... go and bake a cake for me."

"a cake...? oh, y-yes, o-of course," your mouth moves faster than you can think, "is there a... a, um, particular flavor you'd prefer, lady fumes?"

"hmm, make it chocolate this time. with truffles." she orders, "and stop stuttering. it's infuriating. you'll speak clearly when you're addressing me. is that understood?"

you nod, "y... yes, lady fumes. of course." before hastily making your way out of her chambers, then through the long hallways.

✧; thankfully no one was occupying the kitchen at this time (especially not taffy, throwing dirty looks your way whenever he saw you.) and you could be alone. no matter what you were or are doing, there was no getting away from her. if your lady comes to the same room you're in, there's a chance she'll pull you away from the cooking and fuck you over the counter instead. maybe.

✧; you shake your head as you begin rummaging through the drawers and cupboards... 'uh, flour, cocoa powder, milk...' you think it over. what a way to start off at dawn. you'll probably be put on supervision duty with the lower-ranking angels later—

✧; a little while passes by as you do your thing in silence, trying to avoid thinking of anything aside from the task at hand. you hear footsteps from the threshold of the doorway—heels echoing against marble ground, which means—

swiftly turning around with an exclamation, "l-lady fumes, your cake i-isn't done yet. sorry, i'll get—"

"be quiet."

she does exactly what you predicted earlier. you don't get a say in, before you're being shoved backwards and bent over the counter, wrists bound together over your head, a gloved hand hard on your back.

"lady fumes—"

"i told you to keep quiet. can't you listen to instructions?"

shoving her fingers down your throat, you nearly gag at the rough intrusion. catching your breath hastily, all you can do is lay there and let her have you in any way she wants. aside from being a little afraid of her, you're not whining too much as long as she isn't holding a pair of scissors or a lit cigarette in her hands.

you're yanked bare below the waist and there's a different kind of pressure in between your legs. her hands are busy holding you down, you immediately assume she's decided to switch a certain 'part' of hers to ravage you over the shining, granite surface.

your god's curt, demanding voice snaps you out of your dazed state.

"it's still early. no one will come in here if you keep your mouth shut, so, you know what to do."

[kandyrezi]

This might be a bit weird, but could I get some sadistic yandere red sea!wadanohara nsfw headcanons with a masochistic reader, please! You don't have to do it if you don't want to. (Also don't question why I specified a masochistic reader)

prompt: yandere!red-sea!wadanohara who's sadistic, with a masochistic darling.

(warnings: dubcon (at first, but then darling is into it), mild eroguro, torture, disturbing themes)

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✧; perhaps it was the fear, and the intrigue of the unknown that drove you to her. of course you’re smitten with the cute, crimson witch with the pretty brunette braids, and with that certain bloodthirsty look in her eyes, matching the equal amounts of pain she loved to dole out to her beloved plaything. just maybe, you should have kept your guard up. when you saw her for the first time, you were merely an outsider with a fascination for witches and witchcraft. she’s the first one you’ve ever come across. how… unfortunate. you wouldn’t have known what you’ve gotten yourself into until it’s too late and you're weaved right into her web of honeyed words and painful lashings.

✧; when wadanohara—witch of the red sea—develops an obsession for someone new or entirely different, it always comes from first and foremost—as contradictory as it might seem from her coming actions—genuine passion of her (rather, a very warped and brainwashed view of) love.

✧; if she ends up consulting sal about what to do about these feelings, he'll likely encourage wadanohara to take in anyone as a pet if she so desires to. he might only begin to feel a little jealous when she starts to develop feelings for someone and spending more time with them over him, wadanohara may invite sal to have fun with you as well so he doesn't feel left out. but if you ever insist you don’t want him there, then she kicks him out—with an insincere apology—of the playroom.

✧; she has slightly less regard for your comfort at first, so she would only listen to your request after she’s formed more of an emotional attachment to you, but she still loves you both and wants the two of you to get along.

✧; in contrast to someone like sal, who’s more of a psychological / emotional sadist, wadanohara favors a more… hands-on approach kind of brutality towards people. despite that, you'll find yourself conflicted, with just how sincere and considerate she is towards you... while she would never be mocking towards a darling the slightest, it's difficult to turn a blind eye to what she does to you.

✧; when it comes to playtime between the two of you, she goes easy on you at first to ease you into it. upon learning you’re masochistic, she sees no reason to hold back; she wants to see how much you can take, and this is her way of showing love for you, as well.

✧; she favors practicing her magic on you; leaves you writhing overdosed on an aphrodisiac, or having an invisible chain around your throat that you can't predict if it's going to tighten around your windpipe or not. she isn’t opposed to using some actual toys on you. whips, rope bondage, and a bit of torture anywhere below the neck. and she does mean, anywhere. it’s fine though, right? since you like this kind of treatment so much. she hadn't really considered using a knife on you before, but she might try it out. did you think she was only going to carve a pretty pattern on your thighs with it? that too, but no, she’s going to fuck you with it too. the sharp end of it, of course. you’ll definitely be crying out in sheer, desperate panic immediately after and tell her it’s too much!

✧; hopefully she'll listen and stop... just this once.

✧; she’ll tie you up by the wrists and hold that knife right against your stomach, still coated with the blood from your thighs. you can't tell in your hazed state if she's got a strap-on, or if she's used her magic to get a little creative to have something different between her thighs - and inserts the knife into your flesh right as you feel her strap-on filling you as well.

✧; you do get spanked with a whip as well, while you're bent over the bed. the fleshy backside of your thighs and bottom are perfect for leaving visible, heated red imprints. it's one of the few marks she won't heal after your playtime is over.

✧; on any rare occasions sal gets involved with the fun, she watches his every move like a hawk, and makes sure he doesn't go overboard where she doesn't allow it. she doesn't let him be as rough like she is with you.

✧; you’re still her darling (pet), as such she wants you to be happy and loved (in her own twisted, sadistic way). the sessions are always intense and leave you on the brink of unconsciousness. with deep wounds scattered across your body, it takes a long while to come down from subspace.

✧; any kind of hesitation from you is met with confusion. don't you enjoy this? you liked it when she... gets a little out of control. she did this all for you, she wants you feel good and have a nice playtime together, also she gets to practice any new spells too on her pet this way. but you needn't to worry, she takes care of you at the end of it; tenderly kisses your bruises, cuddles you, and asks if you would like something sweet to eat.

✧; you have all year, and more, to learn and get to know eachother this way~! she's so curious what else is there to learn about you.

[onceonafullmoon]

Masterlist:

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Bsd:

Dazai x Fem! Reader (Dreams of the past and coffee in the morning)

Yandere Dazai x Reader (Atropine (Whenever I look at you))

DSP/ Funamusea:

Sullivan x Reader HCs

Yandere Wadanohara HCs

Yandere Yagi HCs

Yandere Great Witch HCs

Yandere Fumus x Reader (The path to you was led with Aconite)

Ivlis x Reader (If the devil saw you, he'd kiss your eyes and repent)

Yandere Lil x Reader (Protector)

Blue Lock:

Sae x Reader (Misunderstandings)

Sae x Reader (Happy Accidents)

Rin x Reader (Guessing game)

Convos with Rin Part 2 Part 3

Isagi x Fem! Reader (Flirtation)

Michael Kaiser x Gn! Reader (Meet Cute)

IkePri:

Clavis x Reader (You only cut me when you scream in the mirror)

Yan!Chevalier x Fem! Reader x Yan! Gilbert (A marionette’s ball)

Persona 5:

General Relationship HCs w/ Ann, Makoto, Futaba and Haru