#tw;darkcontent

[devilruin]

Invertito La Giustizia

Pairing — yandere capitano x gn reader

Summary — you've never been disloyal to the tsaritsa — you have never stepped out of line, caused trouble, or tarnished her ideals, because you know better than anyone else that the one time you do will be the last.

Warnings — general yandere warnings, mild violence, vague mentions of captivity

Post Type — full length work

Word Count — 1.7k

Author’s Comments — (capitano lovers come get your food!) who's a fatui fucker? yep that's right it's me. please hyv let him use the electro skirmisher model…

Within Zapolyarny Palace, there are many secret passageways. Some lead outside towards the night market, while others lead deeper into the ice, evermore closer to celestial blasphemy. Each corridor looks the same — tall icy walls, with the occasional hanging lamp for light — and if you’re not careful, you’ll end up walking in circles for hours on end. These uniform halls serve a dual purpose as a maze for those led astray (often with negative intentions), and as a trap for foolish trespassers. Which is why Her Royal Highness had all the written records of this frozen labyrinth destroyed long ago. 

“These stupidly complex passageways are going to be the death of me I swear…”, letting out a deep sigh, you press your back against one of the frozen walls, and slowly sink to the floor. Being a low-ranking member of the Fatui had its perks — a tidy place to stay with regular warm meals and hundreds of people to socialize with is hard to pass up as an orphan. Yet in all of your years here, the only friend you have is Alyona. 

Alyona, the absentee.

The chilly wind has your teeth clattering against each other, and you click your tongue in irritation. Anger fuels the strength in your legs, and you quickly stand, ready to move at a moment’s notice. You take two steps forwards before your left knee buckles under you, leaving you kneeling at the foot of a lamp. The candle’s flame sways languidly, almost as if it’s laughing at your predicament.

“I swear once I find her…!” , your gloved hands bundle into fists, stretching the thick leather till it cracks, yet you’re far too ticked off to care. Just the idea of wandering around these identical pathways for another two hours, looking for Alyona in a frozen maze, makes your blood boil with rage. Why do you have to be the one to find her again? She’s always ‘missing’ from her squadron anyway, so why do they care where she is now? Another deep sigh drags through your lips, as giving up was never an option — your legs follow your mind’s order to ‘get up and continue searching’. 

The deep passageways begin to merge and dissipate within the blink of an eye. 

“Tsaritsa, I wish I had a map. It’s so annoying to crawl around like a mindless cockroach. There’s nothing special about this place anyway, so I don’t see why — oof!” A sudden impact cuts off your stream of complaints. Whatever hit you was far too warm to be a wall, yet before you can turn to identify the object, it latches onto you with incredible force.

“There you are [First]!” It’s Alyona, her eyes brimming with excitement as she wraps her arms around your shoulders. “I was looking all over for you, you know?”, she bats her eyes and teasingly squeezes your upper arm, hoping to get a reaction.

Even though you’re exhausted and irked beyond belief, you gladly welcome her affection with a light chuckle. “That’s my line, you troublemaker! Honestly, do you even know how…” Half-heartedly, you ‌begin to give her a piece of your mind when a calm, deep voice beats you to it. 

“What are you two doing here?” 

Immediately Alyona and you stand as straight as a board. In front of you is one of the eleven harbingers — larger-than-life figures that run the Fatui like a well-oiled machine. There’s no telling what consequences might follow should you disrespect them.

“Lord Capitano, sir!”, even though your voice is still slightly hoarse from yelling, you salute first, and Alyona messily copies your action. Like a child mimicking their parent, the results are sloppy: she holds her elbow too high (it should have been level with her shoulders) and the cleanliness of her suit leaves much to be desired. Still, she hurriedly follows your actions. The two of you hold the salute like sculptures, and as your lungs burn from holding your breath, the primal urge to flee swims through your fear-induced mind. Out of all the people you could have run into, it just had to be him; ‘The Captain’ of the Fatui. As the main military leader within the Fatui, he’s well respected for his decisiveness in the field, and strategic planning off the field. To see his imposing figure standing before you, scanning your face for any traitorous signs, sends ripples of shame down your spine.

Capitano seems unimpressed by your demonstration of a proper Fatui salute, having seen an actual one at least a few dozen times per day, and moves closer instead.

“I’ll ask again.”, this time his voice is still, and the pressure he gives out is suffocating. The air around you feels thin, making you gasp for oxygen in the enclosed space. “What are the two of you doing here?”

His tone of voice clarifies that there’s no room for lies; there’s no way to worm the two of you out of this one. Your only choice is to confess, to tell him that the two of you were…

Alyona quickly lifts her head to respond, “[First] and I were heading towards the barracks, sir!” Willingly, she places the spotlight on herself — confidence oozing out of her every pore — choosing to burden herself with a major role. Like an actress on stage, she must recite her lines perfectly, as a single mistake would reveal her little performance. 

Capitano’s eyes seem to crinkle behind the darkness of his mask, and as he shifts his weight to one side, his head slowly rocks back and forth. At this moment, he has become a judge within this court of ice. One of his arms smoothly crosses itself over his torso, his large palm wrapping around his upper arm as he silently considers the validity of her statement.

“Were you now?”, his feet twitch with every syllable, almost as if the deadliest poison laces his words. He’s undoubtedly displeased with your behavior, and you’re positive that he is silently ruminating on your demise. The palpable tension in the air coils around your neck, threatening to squeeze out what little breath you still have. Yet before the depths of terror can swallow you whole, there’s a slight tug at the hem of your jacket. Alyona’s small, shaking hand had reached out and grabbed you, reminding you of the most important fact: you’re not alone. 

Courage bubbles up from deep with you, helping you find the resolve to look directly into his eyes and respond. “Yes, we were sir!”, your words come out clear, like a cleanly cut crystal. It’s a stark contrast to Alyona with her hidden right hand — still trembling from Capitano’s piercing gaze. His intense stare scrutinizes the both of you, skeptical of your true intentions.

He won’t fall for it. He knows better than to place his trust in the words of lowly grunts.

“Then…”, he pauses, visibly disappointed with your reactions, “Why are you in the Eastern Wing of the palace when the barracks are in the South Wing, Sergeant Alyona and Sergeant [First]?”, it’s only a single sentence, yet it rips away all forms of security. 

You had lied. 

To him.

Neither of you can formulate a response that will save you from the hole you’ve dug. The best that you can do is buy time with your stammering. “That is…”, you really wished you could come up with something, anything, to placate his anger. Yet, all excuses fell short on your tongue.

“Do you have no explanation for your actions, including answering a commanding officer dishonestly?” Capitano throws out one last line — morally thinner than a strand of spider silk — for either of you to hold on to. It’s a meager attempt at fishing out the truth, yet it’s painstakingly obvious that it does not matter.

“I see… very well, then.”, his baritone voice reverberates within the confined space. Mind evidently made up as he strides into your personal space. Before either of you can react, a wide, black gloved hand snaps upwards, harshly grabbing Alyona’s upper arm.

“I will tell Pantalone to transfer Sergeant Alyona to Sandrone immediately.” Alyona’s legs lock into place, while her eyes frantically shift around, looking for a way to escape from his clutches. 

“My Lord, you couldn’t possibly mean…!”

“You have tarnished the honor of the Fatui far too many times, Alyona Chepliev.” There’s no room for arguing with him, and instead of wasting her breath on excuses, she spins on her heel to face you.

“[First]! Help me, I don’t want to go to Lady Sandrone! She’s…” Yet before she can finish her pleading, an agile chop connects with the side of her neck, and knocks her unconscious. Capitano barely spares her a glance as he throws her inanimate body over his left shoulder.

“As for you…”, he silently trails off, obviously contemplating what horrible designation he should assign to you. He could leave you with Il Dottore, where he would subject you to a myriad of gruesome experiments. Or he may throw you into the hands of Pierro, who will exploit your every weakness in the name of ‘victory’. Either way, you’re doomed.

“From now on,” your teeth grind against each other in anticipation, “You will be under my command.” Your disbelief is in bold letters across your face, as you crane your head upwards with a matching pair of full-blown eyes and a slack jaw.

Capitano takes your silence as acknowledgement of his judgment, still walking a few feet ahead of you, when he continues his verdict on your transgressions.

"I will thoroughly embed the meaning of honor, to both oneself and one’s god, into you. Once you are free from the confines of your weaknesses, then I will acknowledge you as one of mine.”

“However, know this Sergeant [First]…”, swiftly, he turns on his heel, coming face-to-face with you in a blink of an eye. The encompassing air stills for a moment, sending a biting chill through your veins. One of his clawed fingers reaches out, quietly stroking the apple of your right cheek. He’s close enough to see and feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, yet it brings no comfort to your shaking figure as he gives you one final warning.

“There will be no second chances.”

© 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢���𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈 - 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮����𝐞𝐬 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨) 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

[goldentsum]

i think dc is getting the wrong perception nowadays and i know that people have different likes and all that. so i’m gonna try to explain it more since ppl don’t read and learn from every explanation out there it seems. 

dc’s are written for authors to cope and explore taboo stuff that traumatized them or what not. it is completely the same as video games being violent and movies and novels being sexual and violent as well. FICTION IS FICTION so please keep that in mind. if you can’t separate fiction from reality then get some help or better yet STAY AWAY FROM IT.

dc is like if you play a video game that kills people in the game does that mean that you’re a killer and a psycho as well irl? no, right? it’s the same as writers writing dc! 

it is a way for the human mind to cope and we’re dark like that that we actually find things like these interesting. though there’s nothing people should be ashamed of. the human mind is like that. THOUGH ALWAYS KEEP IN MIND THAT THINGS LIKE DCs ARE NOT OKAY IN REAL LIFE. AGAIN, FICTION IS FICTION AND COMPLETELY SEPARATE AND DIFFERENT FROM REALITY.

If you don’t like it then please just simply go on about your day. do not read. block. whatever but do not SEND HATE. 

also for dc writers: if you’re writing it, also bear in mind that most people do not like it. so please tag them properly. ADD WARNINGS. ADD REMINDERS THAT IT IS PURELY FICTION AND SHOULD NOT BE SEEN AS NORMAL. PLACE READ MORE BUTTONS BEFORE THE ACTUAL THING. 

both parties should be mindful to the other and be respectful. that is all. 

thank you. (ig? lol)

[lankylevi]

for the top/dom prompts: 8. “On your knees.” riren pls

Read on AO3 or below. (Violence, dubcon & SM warning)

“You look like you’ve had enough rest,”

Eren’s eyes shoot up at the sudden break of silence. He doesn’t speak, knows he isn’t allowed to unless ordered to. Good.

As Levi takes a step forward, the boy’s head hangs low; awaiting an instruction. He has taught him well over the past few weeks. It hasn’t been easy if he has to admit. The boy has a certain temper, brattiness, and used to refuse to submit even after Levi humiliated him, degraded to the point silent tears rolled down his cheeks.

The faint memory makes his cock hard, strain against the confinements of his pants; he needs to see it again. “Stand.”

Eren does as he is told, fumbling with the hem of his shirt until Levi swats his hands away and tells him to strip.

The kid pauses for a second when he’s about to pull his underwear down and Levi clears his throat, commanding him to continue until he’s left completely bare.

When he’s pleased with the sight; purple bruises from their previous meetings covering the boy’s tanned skin, he snaps his fingers before pointing to the empty spot in front of him. “On your knees,”

“Yes, S-”

Levi’s palm connects to his cheek, the sharp smack effectively cutting him off. “Did I ask you to speak?”

Vigorously shaking his head, Eren kneels and darts out his tongue to lick up the spilled blood and Levi sees his cock twitch at the taste.

“Truly a masochist,” Levi huffs and grabs Eren’s jaw in a tight grip, “pathetic.” He skillfully undoes his belts and straps until they’re hanging loosely around his waist before popping the button of his pants.

Tentative eyes are locked on his skilled fingers as he lowers his zipper and pushes his briefs down enough to release his cock out of its confinement. And when Eren instinctively opens his mouth ever so slightly, a devilish grin curls on Levi’s lips.

Without any other warning, he grabs a fistful of brown locks and pushes Eren’s head down onto his cock, forcing it down his throat. He tosses his head back, releasing a groan as slick muscles clench around his cock. Just what he needed.

The boy gags, trying desperately to force him out but Levi holds his head perfectly in place. He only pulls his head back when the cadet’s face is entirely red from the lack of oxygen.

Eren gasps for air, spit running down his chin and onto his marked torso.

Levi doesn’t hold back and drives his length back into his mouth and down his throat, shoving his nose into the neatly trimmed hairs above his pelvis and keeps him there. Only starting to move when tears spill down Eren’s cheeks. His pace is brutal, relentless, not giving the boy any chance to breathe as he continuously fucks his throat, using him like he deserves to be used.

Muffled moans try to move past Eren’s throat when Levi presses his boot against his leaking cock. He ruts his hips, welcoming the friction on his long-neglected cock, abs clenching when he gags around Levi’s length again.

Grunting, Levi pulls the brunet’s head back and furiously fists his cock and comes on the boy’s face. The first spurt landing on his right eye, the next on his cheek and the last on his tongue as he pushes his cock back into his mouth; using his mouth to milk himself dry.

The boy shudders as he comes instantly from the taste of his corporal’s come. He is beautiful like this, Levi thinks, pitifully trembling under his control. He did this, no one else has or will see Eren in this position and the idea almost makes him forget the fact that Eren has soiled his boot.

He kicks him in the stomach, hard, making Eren double over and clench at his ribs as Levi pushes his boot down on them. “Did I give you permission to mess up the leather?”

When Eren opens his mouth, Levi glares, which turns into a satisfied smirk when the boy realizes he shouldn’t speak with his words. Instead, he thoughtfully reaches up to touch the man’s ankle, stopping mere inches away from it and looks back at Levi.

The raven hums in acknowledgment and lifts his foot, a rush of excitement coursing through him as the brunet quickly rolls onto his stomach and drags himself forward until he’s frantically licking his boot clean.

“Good boy.”

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

OKAY GUYS CAN YOU HELP ME FIND THIS HAIKYUU DARKFIC?

TW: darkcontent

It was a multi chapter [maybe] but it was longish. I think it was in the POV of Akaashi or maybe not 😭 but basically he goes to his friends house, and you’re there, very obviously kidnapped by them. He’s just looking at you in your dress and collar and remembering how you used to be his coworker, and then he introduced the Miya twins to you who of course went full yandere.

Kenma looks at akaashi and is like “just fuck her. I fucked her last week” and akaashi is a little disturbed at first but he goes along with it, because he’s liked you so much. And he’s literally trying to rip the collar of you even though you’re begging him not to because the Miya twins would be angry.

IF YOU FIND THIS FIC PLEASEEEE SEND MEEE

[prettyboykatsuki]

i think(??) i'm not sure tho! for me i think it's dc.

thank you for letting me know! that’s helpful 

it’ll have a bunch of tags on it no worries if you don’t wanna read. 

i need to update my thing but i tag triggers with ___ tw and i tag content warnings/fics with ____ cw so if you wanna filter me out please filter out #darkcontent cw and #gunplay cw when i post it!!

[besotted-eros]

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[devilruin]

If you want some harbinger thirst I have one for Pantalone

He seems to be the type to put a collar on you…and says “property of Pantalone of Fatui”-

A golden collar decorated with gems but still a collar nonetheless…

Oh yes nonny, I can totally see this!

He'd have the collar specially made too! The suede leather holding the collar around your neck would be chemically treated so that it doesn't crack in the cold weather, and he'd have the biggest black opal in the middle. The gold metal around the gem would shimmer in the light, and unbeknownst to others, his would engrave his personal initials into the back (as a sweet mark of ownership...)

And this is only one of the collar he puts on you! I can see him having an entire collection of collars — some lavishly designed with gems and precious metals, while he obviously designed others for inflicting pain with their pointed spikes — all to be used on you!

Pantalone loves you, his sweet pet. He treats you to all the finery in teyvat and all you have to do is sit still, look pretty, and act complacent. Not a bad deal, no?

[devilruin]

"Big Brother Diluc, a lot of my underwear has been going missing recently. I think I might need to buy new sets."

Pairing — yandere older brother diluc x gn younger sibling reader

Warnings — general yandere warnings, incest, clothes stealing, mentions of stalking, mentions of captivity, suggestive content

Post Type - interaction

Word Count — 486

The sound of silence was your only answer for a short while. Diluc was far too preoccupied with the fearful thought that you might know who was behind the thieving, yet with just a quick glance at your face he knew; you truly did not know. Your eyes crinkle at the ends when you shoot him a puppy-like look, as if begging him to say or do something, anything, about the situation at large.

His throat feels dry from the sight — delusions of your pleading face in his bed, as wanton, needy, moaning mess and all he'd have to do is reach out and… 

"Big Brother?", it's your pretty voice that snaps him out of his trance, face slightly red from the suggestive daydream. 

"Are you okay? You don't look so good right now." 

Relief fills his veins. You didn't notice what he was thinking — good.

He clears his throat, still seemingly trying to find the words that will put you at ease, especially now that you're worried about him, too.

“...I'm alright. My apologies for not realizing sooner that we have a thief in our midst. I’ll get Adelinde to interrogate the maids. No matter what, I will find them. I promise.”

Yet, if there was anything you could say about your big brother after all the years you’ve spent by his side, it was this — he’s a terrible liar.

If you just know where to look, you’ll find that he can’t lie without something giving him away. From how his ears slightly flush to the way he fiddles with the cuffs of his gloves, he’s obvious. And right now, standing in front of him, looking up at his pale face under the flicker of the candles, you can tell.

He’s lying.

About what, though, is the question. The desire to ask him bubbles on your tongue, but the memories of being caged away in your room for weeks on end when you act out — relentlessly questioning him, accusing him of abandoning you, even slapping him hard enough to leave a bruise — are still seared into the inside of your mind.

"Well then, please make sure it gets resolved soon." Letting go of the topic seems to be the best move for now, and you stretch your legs, leaving the dreary office behind for the smell of dinner. Upon sitting down at the freshly made table, there's a startling realization creeping to the front of your brain. You had never mentioned a thief, so why was that the first thing to come into your big brother's mind? And why did he need to interrogate the maids?

Upstairs, Diluc's rapid heartbeat is finally calming down. His hands are shaking, and his legs are almost numb from standing in a weird position. But it's fine, the pain didn't matter — he felt worse when being hit by a cryo abyss mage — and it was worth it. After all, you didn't notice the pair of underwear skillfully tucked away into a pocket in his jacket.

© 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈 - 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨) 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

[devilruin]

Thinly Lacquered Desire

Pairing — yandere kaeya x gn reader

Summary — maybe it's time to leave town, especially after everything that's been going on. unfortunately a certain cavalry captain doesn't want you to leave.

Warnings — gaslighting, mentions of stalking, mentions of perverted actions, manipulation, implied power imbalance, general yandere warnings

Post Type — scenario

Word Count — 604

Author's Comments — this is for the amazing @dear-yandere 's birthday! vanny thank you so much for being you and for helping to create one of (if not) the best yandere servers! i love you so so much! let this piece of work be a testament to my admiration, adoration, and absolute love for you!

Kaeya Alberich is a mystery to most. Yet, with his classic charm, witty remarks, and an indecipherable smile plastered on his face, practically everyone falls into his strategically threaded web. Those that struggle against the strings like a pitiful fly will only find themselves wrapped ever tighter in a chilling embrace, and once he has what he desires from them, he cuts them off without fail or remorse.

So there should be no reason as to why you’re currently stuck between the Calvary Captain himself and a wall of ice while doing your rounds in Brightcrown Canyon. Should being the keyword. Yet, Kaeya does not play by anyone else’s rules; instead, he prefers to set his own tune for others to dance to.

Noticing your distracted gaze, Kaeya lets out a breathy chuckle while his cold fingertip slowly trails across your jawline in an attempt to grab your attention. Then, deliberately, he lowers his face closer to yours till your noses are almost touching, and you swear you can see his breath within the frozen space.

Kaeya is the one to break the ice first with a seemingly casual inquiry, “Where do you think you’re looking, sweetheart?” with eyes half-lidded, he purposefully mocks your feeble attempt at an escape, yet, if you look deeper into his eyes, you’ll find an immensely bitter man. How dare you turn away from him. Especially after all he’s done for you. Every day he goes out of his way to plan your regional patrols, figuring out which route is the safest to traverse to protect you. He’s even helped you with the mediocre — from folding laundry while you were away on duty (ignoring how he sneakily borrowed one of your nicest pairs of underwear) to watering the calla lilies (that he suggested) on your balcony to even silently dealing with some foreign ruffians that were harassing you over a drink — he’s done it all for you.

And this is how you thank him? With a notice of your transfer to Fontaine? No, he wasn’t about to let someone else abandon him, especially not someone he is fond of.

His finger comes to a halt at the edge of your chin, yet the pressure against it is enough to force you to crane your neck in his direction. Every milligram of your attention was solely fixated on him, and he could only revel in the way your face twisted out of guilt. Begrudgingly, you open your mouth to answer him, as you know how persistent he can be. “I have decided to stretch my wings, sir. Mondstadt is a great nation, and I’m more than proud to call it my home, and yet…” — your eyes trail sideways, and your voice falters for a moment — “I do not believe that it is the nation for me.” Then, determinedly, you look back up into his eyes only to see a swirling pool of negative emotions — fear, anger, heartbreak, envy — they come together to form a sharp and terrifying blade.

“...is that so?” Kaeya gradually pulls back from you until he’s an arm's length away. Seemingly satisfied with the answer given to his query, he slowly nods. Then, with an amused smirk stretched across his face, he turns to you, his lone starry eye glazed over with a thin veil of sadistic delight, and lets out a pleased hum. Grabbing your wrist, he swiftly wraps his arm around your waist, locking you in a firm embrace. Before you can start to struggle against the fleshy cage, he calmly strokes his palm across your lower back. “Don’t worry, darling. I’m sure it won’t take me long to convince you.”

© 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈 - 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨) 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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Pairing — yandere diluc x gn reader

Warnings — implied dub-con, abuse / unfair punishments, implied misogyny, mind break, mild explicit content, general yandere themes

Post Type - event

Word Count — 298

The Hierophant - Could this darling’s yandere fool them easily? Or be manipulated by them?

This man is the easiest by far to manipulate, especially when he’s so infatuated with you. Just bat your teary eyes in his direction, while acting like you don’t want to bother him, and boom, he’s kneeling by your side asking what’s wrong. However, Diluc is no fool. You’ll quickly find yourself in hot water should you push the limits of his benevolence. And Diluc’s punishments are not to be taken lightly — dozens of spankings are his go-to, although he is not opposed to more extreme measures should you dare to repeat such insolence. He works so hard for you, both in public and in private, so isn’t it fair that you at least follow his rules?

The Sun - When would this yandere feel content with their situation?

When he comes home and you rush up to him, checking for any injuries, and breathe a sigh of relief when you see that he’s fine. You’ll lean into his face, telling him how much you missed him when he was gone, whilst peppering kisses on any exposed skin. It’s in these slow, sweet moments that his guilt dissipates. The fact that you were only fussing over him to evaluate how easy it would be to run away doesn’t even cross his mind anymore. At this stage, he doesn’t even need to worry about such things, not after all of the hard work he’s put into “teaching” you. No longer does he need to strip you bare, oh no, now it’s you who does that for him. Nowadays it’s all you: happily taking off your shirt and pushing him onto the bed, voluntarily getting up early to fix him some coffee, even polishing his chess sets when he’s not looking. Ah, he can’t help but openly admire the sight of you now, docile and obedient to his every whim — his perfect partner in life.

© 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈 - 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨) 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

[devilruin]

Being Eaten Alive

Pairing — yandere kaeya x afab reader

Warnings — explicit content, cunnilingus, unhealthy relationship, dub-con, mentions of religion, mentions of blood, gaslighting, mentions of bondage, mentions of physical abuse, degradation (whore)

Post Type — headcanon (single character)

Word Count — 1081

Author’s Comments — no one except my thirsty ass asked for this :)

like a priest on his knees;

He’s by no means a holy man; long gone is even the slightest of reverence for the divine. Instead, due to their unspoken crimes, there lies a hidden contempt for the exalted beings that call themselves gods.

Yet he seems to enjoy soaking in your liquid essence, for he appears every night to baptize himself with your moonlit figure.

Your tears are his holy water, a potion that seems to heal and cure him of his demons.

Your voice is his hymn, a sweet song that invokes love from his frozen heart.

And your body? Your body is his idol; he diligently worships it from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet.

He’s always nuzzling into the squishy, fleshy part of your thighs, hoping, praying that your heavenly scent permeates into his sinful being.

He loves you, or so he tells you. It’s hard to believe him when your legs have been shackled open, when most of your skin is bloody and bruised, and when your mind has been filled to the brim with him and only him.

It’s truly a beautiful mural, the large painting being the epitome of the artist’s skills. It must have taken years, no, maybe even decades to finish. From the way the wings of the pure white doves blend into the pale morning rays as they fly freely to the way the blue hues of the ocean become darker and darker as you look farther from shore, you could easily tell. This was a masterpiece.

It’s too bad the only times you’ve looked at it were times like these. With your bare back laid against the altar of the church, your thighs held open by an iron grip, and tears in your eyes, you looked like sin. Tempting, and oh so attractive, Kaeya would take delight in once again building you up just to break you down.

He’s not the type to follow your whims though, oh no, even if he sees you as a being much higher than him, he still wants to see you beg.

The rush of power over you, the feeling of domination, gives him such a big ego boost that there’s no way he’d ever give it up.

The way he knows just where to lick and suck to have your hips buck into his mouth, just when to pull away to make you whine, just how to move his tongue inside of your warm, wet walls to get you to clench hard around him, it’s exhilarating how adorable you become within the span of a few minutes.

He won’t stop either. Not until he’s had his full of your cute noises, and more often than not, you can’t take all of it. You can’t take the feeling of being pushed past the brink dozens of times over and end up a trembling, sweaty mess.

He pays no mind to whatever you manage to stutter out between sobs, for he knows that by the end, you’ll be so deep in the mixed bliss of pain and pleasure that you won’t bother pushing him away anymore.

He’ll thoroughly degrade you, yet make no mistake, this man practically worships the ground you walk on. It’s this strange blend of seeing you as this sacred, pure, naive being who he has to protect and wanting to be the one to defile you beyond repair.

“H-hngh! Kae-kaeya!”, his name was ripped from your throat before you even had the chance to realize that you were moaning. Was that pathetically squeaky voice you? Were these shamefully lewd noises really coming from your own mouth?

“A-ah! Too! Too m-much! Please, please, please! No, no more!” More useless, high-pitched pleas spilled from you, in the faint hope of being able to rest. But, of course, he ignored such cries, the squelching sound of his tongue moving in and out of your heat taking priority.

Letting out an unconscious gasp from the intense feeling of pleasure when Kaeya’s tongue brushed over a sensitive spot, Kaeya couldn’t help but flick his eyes up to your glowing form. With your eyes glazed over, mouth wide open, and back arched, he knew you were close. So close to snapping, so close to breaking, so close, oh so close, and yet, it never came. The familiar absence of his warm muscular organ made you squirm. Wanting to be free of this torturous cycle, you finally open your mouth wide and beg.

“Kae-ya! Kaeya! Please, please, please, I need…I need...”, really, it’s such a pitiful sound. Your weeping echoing over your words, creating this cacophony of noise; it’s a wonder he understood them at all.

Leaning down into the junction of your shoulder, Kaeya nips at the skin underneath his teeth. And just as quickly as the pain came, it left. Instead, there was a slimy, dripping sensation forming on the left side of your neck. Shaking at the sensation of having your sweat licked off so sensually, you would have failed to notice how close he was to you if it weren’t for the hot, breathy pants near your ear.

A chuckle came first. The deep sound reverberating in your ears as he turned his head towards you and sweetly taunted you, “You need what, sweetheart? Need my tongue deep inside your tiny, dripping cunt until you squirt? Need me to play with this swollen clit of yours until you cry? Need me to fuck you against the church’s stained glass so that everyone below can see just how much of a whore you are for me?”

How this man always manages to say such filthy words with such a light tone and a smile on his face, you’ll never know. All you know is the effect they have on you; tightly squeezed thighs, blown-open eyes, parted puffy lips, and a slight nod to his humiliatingly correct predictions.

“Please...I’m begging you, Kaeya. I need you to make a mess of me! Please stir up my slutty pussy with your long, hot tongue until I can’t think of anything other than you!”, at long last, he got what he wanted. Here you were, teary-eyed, begging him to devour you.  

With a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes and a quick murmur of “As you wish” leaving his lips, he moved lower again. Tasting every inch of your smoldering skin as he went down, you were sure that once again, it would be a long night.

© 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈 - 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨) 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

[devilruin]

Kaeya with Judgement and Temperance??

Pairing — yandere kaeya x gn reader

Warnings — manipulation/gaslighting, implied violence (not towards darling), implied stalking, implied explicit content, implied dub/con (if you squint)

Post Type — event

Word Count — 516

Judgment - Would this yandere ever open up to their darling?

He’s funny, this man. He’ll tell you all about his day, how Hubert from the financing department went on a date only to find out that it was a prank from Frank, how the bratwurst they had today was so salty he had to drink a glass of water with each bite, or even how all day he couldn’t help but think of how nice you’d look in a maid dress, but when it comes to his own feelings? His past? Anything personal to him at all? He’ll close himself up like a clam. He tells you there’s no real reason for him to answer you, that it’s better this way, all that matters is who he is now right? And yet...since you’re oh-so-interested in him, he can’t help but want to toy with you a little bit. He enjoys putting the “answers” to your questions at the end of a thin string and dangling it right in front of your nose. Go on, take the bait, he’ll happily sit here watching you try to figure out if what he’s saying is the truth this time. And that’s the thing really, he’ll either outright lie about it, or he’ll exaggerate it to the point where it’s obviously fictitious (or maybe not?). He just finds your reactions too cute, truly it just never seems to get old. How those eyes, all lit up with hope turn into an adorable version of what he believes to be a pout when you realize he was just teasing you. But lets face it, Kaeya’s past would just give you another reason to try and leave him, and that is the one thing he will not allow, ever. So don’t go expecting him to bare his heart for you, isn’t baring his body a much more pleasurable time instead?

Temperance - What made this person yandere for their darling?

What pushed Kaeya past the brink was your naivety. If you trust him of all people to be with you after a heavy round at the tavern, then who’s to say you wouldn’t let anyone else help you? Don’t get him wrong, he finds your naivety endearing, terribly so, but darling, it’s also very irritating. How could you not notice the person behind you in line ogling your body for more than a few minutes? They were practically staring holes into you, and yet all you notice is how Good Hunter has a new item on the menu? Honestly, there’s no way he can just leave you alone anymore. You obviously need protection, need someone to be there for you, because there’s no way you can survive on your own. That’s ok though, he doesn’t mind the burden of being with you, he can handle all those issues with ease. Isn’t he so kind? Oh yes, being his cute lil darling’s White Knight sounds great. He’ll always be there, always ready to save you, always ready to sweep you off your feet after a long, hard day. He only wants the best for you y’know? Just...don’t go doing anything stupid now, and he’ll take care of everything everyone that’s bothering you

© 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈 - 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨) 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

[devilruin]

May I request a Childe with The Tower and The World? Thank you <33

Pairing — yandere tartaglia x gn reader

Warnings — violence, mentions of blood, mention of stalking, gaslighting, implied past abuse

Post Type — event

Word Count — 250

The Tower - If this yandere saw their darling in danger, how would they respond/react?

Is this “danger” an event he set up in order to “save” you? No? Then please start praying to whichever god you desire, because no matter what, Childe will come after whomever or whatever put his darling in danger with his weapons already drawn. He’s messy about it too, there’s blood and guts and parts of whatever was endangering his darling strewn about. Practically living off the adrenaline rush when whatever it was falls onto the floor, saunters over to you with a wide smile and just tells you how worried he was and how he was oh so frantically running about and says that this just proves to him how much you need him. How he can’t even take his eyes off you for a single second or you’ll end up in trouble. But that’s ok he says, he’ll gladly come to your rescue as many times as needed, aren’t you lucky to have someone so devoted to you?

The World - Would this yandere ever give up on their darling?

Define “give up.” In the case of allowing darling to roam freely, without him or any of his subordinates watching them? There’s no way. Once Childe has you, he has you for life. Although he enjoys the chase (more so than most) he never wants to miss his prey. Stalking you like a tiger, just barely creeping up on you to remind you that he’s there, watching, waiting for you to spring to life, all so he can grab you and put you back in your rightful place on his lap.

© 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈 - 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨) 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

[devilruin]

Pairing — yandere jean x gn reader

Warnings — general yandere warnings, mild objectification, mentions of captivity, abuse of power, mentions of blackmail (if you squint)

Post Type — event

Word Count — 174

The Magician - How would this yandere use their abilities/status on their darling?

Oh she feels so guilty about it, truly she does. But when she sees you longingly gazing out her study’s window — far past the city walls — her heart clenches inside her chest. Unlike many other yanderes, Jean is fully aware of how immoral her actions and feelings are. Yet, when faced with the prospect of losing someone important to her, she is more than willing to put aside her strict moral compass. All knights would be ordered to notify the Acting Grand Master should they find you in a non-designated area. The church would have you listed as a high-priority patient, as they know that if anything should happen to you, they would pay dearly for it. Even tavern owners know to keep an eye on you. And if you should 'run away' from her, all she has to do is ask around with a worried look on her face and citizens will happily tell her which way you went. After all, to the people of Mondstadt, you're the Acting Grand Master's Lover before you're [First].

© 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈 - 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨) 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

[devilruin]

Pairing — yandere raiden shogun x gn reader

Warnings — mentions of death, implied captivity, implied objectification

Post Type — event

Word Count — 97

Author's Comments — i did some of these without anyone requesting them, and this is one of them

The Emperor - How much of their darling’s life does this yandere dictate / want to dictate?

With the Almighty Raiden Shogun, everything is decided by her will. What you wear, eat, do, who you’re allowed to talk to, even your sleeping schedule is determined by her desires. She knows how fleeting human life is, and as much as she’d like to find a way to stop your passing, she knows that you too will someday become victim to time. So while she has you, she will do her utmost to engrave her very being into your mind — even if you manage the impossible by escaping her grasp, she will be immortalized in your memories.

© 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈 - 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨) 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

[devilruin]

Pairing — yandere naga kaeya x afab reader

Warnings - explicit content, dub-con, ovipositioning / breeding (incorrect snake / reptile anatomy for the sake of fiction), venom / aphrosidiacs, monster fucking, double penetration (not in the same hole), anal

Post Type - thirst

Word Count — 513

Author's Comments — for the past few weeks ive been having naughty thoughts of naga kaeya so i give you this!

just a sweet lil village! darling going out to search for cecilias to sell on a nice warm, summer day. you get warned not to go out, the whole spiel of “its snake season, don’t go into the forest lest you wish to become a living seedbed” and you just roll your eyes and go “yeah, yeah, i know, got it” with that dry tone. how many times have they told you this? you’re not a child, you can take care of yourself just fine. you know you’re supposed to stay to the path, but when searching, you end up finding a patch of pretty light blue moonflowers near an entrance to a cave.

unbeknownst to you, naga! kaeya has just woken up from his sleep, and he realizes he’s in season… luckily for him though, there seems to be a foolish young human right outside of his dwelling. all the other forest inhabitants know that the moonflowers mark kaeya’s territory, and they stay far, far away. but not you. no, you’re just there, wearing such thin and light clothes, and when you move in the light, the outline of your soft, warm body is clearly visible. your skin is slightly damp with sweat, and he can’t help but marvel at sight.

who’s he to resist?

before you can even process what is going on, a thick, strong scaled tail wraps around your midriff and forcefully yanks you into the open space of the cave. while your eyes are trying to adjust to the sudden change in light, there’s a sharp pain in the juncture of your neck. the feeling is fleeting though, slowly replaced with a numbing sensation.

everything feels like it’s spinning, your brain is all fuzzy and hazy, barely making out what sounds like a long, drawn out sigh.

“ah” - a ghost of a breath, barely warm, brushes your neck - “what a sweet little thing ive caught.”  kaeya’s venom has served as an aphrodisiac, turning your legs into jelly. you cant even move, let alone speak.

noticing your dull, half-lidded eyes, kaeya can’t help but chuckle. it seems like he may have used a tad too much, as it has been a while since he’s been this excited.

he’ll let his long, slender scaled hands rub your tummy while whispering soft praises of how gorgeous you’ll look when filled with his eggs. you won’t even feel any pain, just a sea of pure pleasure as he pushes through your cervix and slowly pushes out egg after egg into your waiting womb…

oh and forget about ever feeling good from a human again, there’s no way another could ever make you feel as good as you do now. full of his eggs, with one of his twin cocks buried deep in your warm, wet cunt, while the other one is halfway in your twitching ass. whenever he moves, they rub against each other, separated only by a thin wall of flesh.

your moans are music to his ears, and he cant help but lick the shell of your ear with his forked tongue.

such a perfect mate.

© 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈 - 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨) 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.