Title: Clipped Wings.

this new update got me thinkin and now i’m SAD.

i imagine scara gets pretty needy after his whole meltdown. in his mind, this only proves he truly isn’t worthy of godhood. no matter what, he will always be less-than. he talks so much about how lowly everyone else is during his godhood ascension because he’s projecting. he feels worthless, he feels unworthy, he feels afraid. ei was right to abandon him.

so being chosen as your consort… doesn’t sit right with him at all. he immediately assumes you also want to control him or use him for your own gain, but he’s also in no position to tell you no. he’s not even worthy of your presence.

he knows the kind of things that are expected of him, so he rushes through it a little. he’s very careful not to show he’s shifted since that battle, afraid he’ll irritate you if he’s too open with his feelings. he initially didn’t want to accept your offer, but now that he’s here, the idea of being abandoned again makes him feel sick. he’s very quick to jump in bed with you. he thinks he needs to convince you to keep him around.

he’s very careful with his words. not once do you question his whole self-righteous facade has slipped. not for several months until you’re laying with him in bed, cooing sweet aftercare in his ear. you were particularly rough with him tonight, so you loved on him a bit more afterward.

his mask started to crack. you noticed the tears clinging to his eyelashes and asked him if everything’s okay. he huffed out a sad laugh.

“after all the pain i’ve endured… in the end, i’ve only changed hands. gone from one god’s puppet to another’s sex doll,” he whispered. “do i at least fill this role properly?”

basically, scaramouche resigns himself to his inferiority after his failure. now all he can do (from his perspective) is try to convince you not to abandon him too.

God fucking damn it this is plaguing my mind… take this and my first born child, nonnon ;; this ask literally got me out of writer’s block this is insane — (shameful kofi plug here)

Warnings: implied sex, scara is going through it, soft yandere, hurt/kind of comfort, you’re both implied to be naked, etc. Ask to tag.

You’d originally had only assigned him as a consort in title, your plan had been to have him as a companion – the sex that would come alongside it was a thought you’d pushed partially to the side. You’d been aware of Scaramouche’s struggles in the past, but he’d always been someone you’d found yourself drawn to comfort and you’d hoped to help him by having a new role for him, one no one else would have.

Kunikuzushi, however, upon hearing your request has but a crisis, a case so severe of panic and doubt invading his mind he can’t help but shut down entirely.

“A consort…” His porcelain hands find their way to his silky hair as he helplessly tugs at the dark strands. He would be your consort, of course a part of him was ecstatic to know you’d picked him and yet, he couldn’t help but ask, why him? All of the feelings he’d thought he’d worked out come rushing back, he was a failure and an embarrassment; nothing about him was worthy of your time and affection and yet you’d still personally picked him amongst everyone else.

You’d chosen him and he couldn’t have you abandon him, he couldn’t have you realize how utterly worthless he truly was and even if it meant minimizing himself to a doll for your pleasure and using his looks against you he’d rather you use him as you wished than have you toss him aside.

Maybe that’s why he was so eager to bed you upon the first couple of days within his role as your consort, so truly desperate to try and show you he was going to be the best fuck of your life so you would do anything but abandon him.

It’s why, upon hearing his words, you can’t help but feel the need to puke almost immediately, the food from a mere hours ago wanting to escape into the open once more as you registered Kunikuzushi’s words, you reflectively cover your mouth at the sick feeling in your stomach as you shoot up from the bed.

What you had previously thought to have been a fun time suddenly felt tainted as you desperately tried to find the words to say.

“Kuzushi…” Your voice was but a whisper in the suddenly cold room, “is that… is that what you see this as?”

Is that the image you have of us? You wanted to ask, but your words failed you. Is that how he saw you – no, is this how he saw himself?

You instinctively want to reach out to him but the wide eyed look he shoots you makes you recoil back into yourself, his purple pupils are blown wide as he stares back at you, seemingly realizing what he’d said.

“Is this not what it is?” The former Harbinger asks, “Sex… that’s what you want from me, right? It’s why you keep coming back, right?”

“Of course not!” You defend yourself, your eyebrows furrowing as you try to rationalize what you were hearing.

“If it’s not that then why?,” he narrows his teary eyes, “Why would you need me? I’m… what good am I?”

“Kunikuzushi,” you mutter his name, “this was never just about us sleeping together!”

“You say that but fail to answer me what it is then!” He screams, his voice rings in your ears as you stare at him in bewilderment, “Don’t… don’t try to comfort me by saying such things, I… I don’t mind if you only see me for sex…”

“But you do mind.” You insist.

“And what makes you think that?” He laughs, the action completely out of touch with the tears streaming down his face.

“Then why are you crying?”

“I-I’m not.” He says but as he raises a hand to his face he feels the dampness in his cheeks.

“Kuni, I… let’s not continue this,” you sigh, “I don’t want you –“

“No!” He lunges towards you, sending you tumbling into the bed with him now laying on top of you, shaky hands reaching towards your neck as he speaks, Kunikuzushi’s voice trembling as his hands helplessly tighten against your throat, “D-don’t you dare, no… you’re not leaving me, not again… yes, yes. Let’s do it again, come on, I’ll– I’ll show you, hah… I’ll show you, you can’t get rid of me… I’ll be your sex doll again, so please…”

“I… you were never a sex doll,” you say, reaching out to caress his hair, his tears hitting your own cheeks, “why… Why do you think that? Kuni… ghk”

“Then why,” his grip on you starts making you dizzy, “why are you here?”

“B-because… I like you.” You smile, your hands still caressing his hair with fondness.

“Why…? Why?” It’s a mere whisper that could’ve been lost if you’d been anyone else.

“I don’t know,” you lie, you weren’t about to open new wounds – not as the hands that once dripped your throat began loosening –, “but it’s not because of your looks or… sex.”

His breath hitches as he searches your eyes for signs of lies, for a sign your words were nothing but a desperate attempt to get him to calm down, but he couldn’t; all he saw in your eyes was sadness and adoration, both awfully misplaced he wants to proclaim but the cavity where his heart was supposed to beat finds itself tightening as his body gives out.

Soft whimpers are heard as he grasps your shoulders in a search for much needed comfort. You let him; you let him search for comfort in your embrace, you let the tears stain your bed, and, perhaps most importantly, you let him stay by your side.

An unspoken promise you won’t let him go.

I just saw someone respond to an ask, and it made me want to be standing on a packed bus, the kind of packed where you can't move at all, and someone standing behind me starts groping my ass from behind and sliding up under the tiny skirt I'm wearing (totally not just in case this happened) and touching me from behind, sliding past my thong with their fingers and when my knees start to buckle from the pleasure, they use their other hand around my waist to hold me tight to them so I don't fall, nor can I escape.

You whisper in my ear, barely audible over the sound of the moving train, that you think I might just be wet enough for you now, and then I feel your cock, hot and solid, press itself between my thighs, rutting against me a bit, in and out of my thighs.

the train takes a sudden curve, and when everyone shifts with the momentum, I can't tell if it's a happy accident, or if you planned it, but suddenly your whole length is deep inside of me, and I bite my lip until it almost bleeds to keep from moaning, and you whisper that I'm such a good little cum-dumpster, and that I'll look so good walking around all day with your cum leaking out of my used hole.

As the train comes to a stop, I can feel you twitch, signaling that you're cumming, and I flush as the hot liquid fills me up so full that my tongue lolls out of my mouth. It's so warm, and as you pull out, fix your pants, and step off the train, leaving me there filled with your seed, I swear you murmur that I'd better hold it in until you see me on the train home again.

consider - yan tighnari letting you escape, purely for the thrill of the chase. what can get his blood hot better than a hunt, especially with the promise of lovely prey?

cw: non-con, dub-con, yandere. predator/prey, chasing, knotting, other animal instincts. not sfw, minors dni. reader is afab, but no gendered terms are used.

It starts out as a question of trust. You have been so sweet to Tighnari recently; stroked his tail whilst he sat with you and curled it around him, parroted back to him that you loved him, thanked him for the food he prepares for you even though you know there are things in there that should not be. So he leaves the door unlocked.

If you do not leave, he has won, and you are truly as adoring of him as your words promise that you are. And if you do . . . well. His rut is coming in (he can feel it when he presses close to you, breathes in deeply from the crook of your neck with his ears tickling your bare skin), and it will be most satisfying to hunt you down and have his way with you when he does.

Of course, you leave.

You've only been pretending to be agreeable, after all; waiting for him to let his guard down, so that you can make your escape. You're absolutely certain of it; he trusts you too much, you're sure, to think you'd really make a run for it. And the forgotten locking of the door is a cherry on top; you'd stolen one of the pins he uses to pin butterfly specimens when he wasn't looking and had been intending to pick the lock, but this makes things so much easier.

You don't bother making plans beyond 'run'. You do not wish to be slowed down by a pack of food or supplies; and the Avidya forest was your home too, once. You know what you're doing. You know where you're going - as far away from Gandharva Ville as you can. The other Forest Watchers all adore and venerate Tighnari; you will not find any help there.

It's night, and you think that this will make it easier as your bare feet pad on soft grass, as you avoid groups of Fungi and just about manage to not stumble on twisted vines. You cut your shoulder on a low hanging branch; rip the thin shorts you're wearing on a thorny mass . . . but you keep going, and that's what's important. Endurance. Making it somewhere safe before Tighnari even knows you're missing--

There's a crack of feet on the ground, snapping a twig, some feet away.

It's not him. It can't be. He's always quiet, he'd never be so clumsy as to break a branch like that . . . it's not him. You're paranoid.

(It's him).

Tighnari's blood is running hot in his veins; his fox-predator instincts (his prey drive) excited at the thought of a chase. That you are the prize at the end of it is the cherry on top; until then, he gets to enjoy himself, lose himself in the glory of the chase. He's breathing heavily as he follows your scent, utterly wrapped up in it. The smear of blood on the branch makes him whine aloud. That's his mate's scent, his mate's blood, they're near and he needs them so badly that it hurts. If they're hurt, he'll lick their wounds (before he sinks his teeth-fangs into their shoulder himself and kisses and licks and takes them all over again).

He can hear your breath, too. Smell you. Practically see the path you've taken through the woods. He's in a heated rush, but when the scent gets so strong that it makes him feel dizzy, he can't help but want to play with you some more.

He steps on a branch. Sees the way your head snaps, your eyes wildly looking about for the source of his noise. That adorable panic on your face! You're like a little mouse, all scurrying and desperate and big-eyed and pouting in fear . . .

Foxes hunt mice.

You see the shine of his eyes in the dark before you quite realise what's going on; have just turned around to try and run when suddenly all of his weight is on you, pinning you down, hands-almost-claws scrabbling at what little you're wearing as he whines right against your ear.

"Caught you," he's panting, in between dragging his tongue over your neck, the slightly rough texture making you shiver against your will. "Shouldn't have run, flower. I . . . caught you. I won."

You try and plead with him; you're in public, you're in the middle of a clearing, you're sweaty and dirty and you're scared, please, just wait until you get back - but there's a cast over his eyes, a breathless excitement in his words even as you're losing your clothes to rips and tears of his hands. You've seen this look before. He's going into a rut, and there's going to be no stopping him.

You tearfully beg anyway, your voice coming out in whimpers and squeaks - but it's just prey noises, you're just playing, and despite how sensitive his ears are to everyone else, they just twitch happily in response to you as he nips at your neck and his hand delves between your thighs to coax slick out of you. His tail is thumping excitedly on the ground.

He's absolutely gone. There's no gentle forest watcher Tighnari left in the fox-man pinning you the forest floor; there's just animal nature. You are Tighnari's mate, he thinks; the two of you have played at being a predator and its prey. You are the prey, and Tighnari has successfully caught you, and that means he gets his reward.

He's biting at your shoulders, licking at every bare skin, huffing against you as he undoes his trousers and you feel his cock press against you. Tighnari's been 'kind' enough to assist you with a few cursory pumps of his fingers, but other than that - he pushes himself into you with a high pitched whine, and you can do nothing but lay there beneath him with his body boring down on yours and take it.

You try and squirm. You try and whimper. You try and bring him back from the edge - but the rut has well and truly hit him now, and all he is doing is pumping his hips deeper and deeper into you, whining in pleasure when your body finally relents and accepts his knot--

He's stronger than he looks. He doesn't care, when it's all over and he's come inside of you three times on the forest floor and a little haze has cleared, that he's dragging your naked body back to Gandharva Ville in broad daylight. All he cares about is that he won.

In a few days, when the rut wears off, you'll be punished for running away. Punished on top, anyway, of the puncture marks from his fangs and the soreness between your thighs, the awfully full feeling of having more than several loads of his come pumped directly into you for hours on end, the scratch marks all over your hips and back--

But right now? All he wants to do is get you back into his hut and spend the rest of it with his knot buried as deep inside of you as it will go.

If you squirm more? If you struggle a little? If you simply once more kick his prey drive to its very zenith?

. . . Cute.

good evening have you considered healer scaramouche

Tighnari -> breeding

content: nsfw, breeding kink, praise, mentions of pregnancy and creampies, Tighnari has a knot | reblogs & comments appreciated!

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Tighnari was a gentle lover. 

He was attentive and kind, always aware of what exactly you needed when you needed it; the pace with which he fucked you with was usually slow and deep. Sensual. 

He liked to press his lips just below your jaw whenever he pushed into you, pressing loving kisses to your skin until he had bottomed out, and he made sure to make you cum at least once before he took you properly. 

He had each of your preferences memorised perfectly; he knew whether you preferred him to lick or suck at your clit, whether you enjoyed having your nipples played with or not, and he never failed to make you absolutely lose your mind in pleasure, all your muscles turning to jelly. 

Tighnari was a gentle lover, until he suddenly wasn't. 

Unaware, dare you say naïve, as you were, you hadn't known about ruts, though they appeared to be quite a big deal if the way Tighnari was currently pounding into you was anything to go by. 

His narrow hips slapped against your own, his nails were digging into the soft skin of your waist and you cried out sharply at a particularly hard thrust. 

Your back arched off the bed, your eyes fluttered closed, and, God, you were almost sure that the head of Tighnari's dick was hitting against your cervix with how deep he was, with how full you felt. 

“So good for me, aren't you?” His voice was raspy, lower than usual, and it sent a shiver up your spine. “God, you feel fucking perfect around me, so hot and tight. You're such a good girl.” 

The praise earned him a needy moan from you, the noise high-pitched, and you couldn't help but clench around him. The sudden tightness caused both of you to groan. 

“You're so pretty like this.” Tighnari's breath was warm against your neck; suddenly, he reached down to feather his thumb over your clit, and you whined, the noise breathy. “Gorgeous, really. And you'll be even more stunning after I've filled you up.”

Without even meaning to, you tightened around him, wet walls pulsing as heat rose to your cheeks because of words. This really wasn't something you had ever imagined but, suddenly, you found yourself unable to think of anything but him filling you, getting you pregnant. 

Tighnari's chuckle had a mocking tone to it. “Oh? Seems you liked that, didn't you? Is that what you want, love?” A grunt as he pushed into you again. “For me to fill you up until you're dripping with my cum? For me to breed you?” 

You whined in response, the noise utterly needy. Sweat dripped down your neck, arousal coiled heavily in your abdomen, and everything felt so damn hot — your clit was throbbing, your lips open as more high-pitched sounds fell from them. “Please—” 

“So you do?” Tighnari huffed out a laugh, though his grip on your hips tightened. His next thrust had you all but keening; your sight blurred when, suddenly, your orgasm crashed over you without a warning. The constant stimulation of your clit was overwhelming. “That's cute, darling. I'll just do that then.” 

Pain and pleasure mashed together into one confusing emotion as Tighnari kept fucking you through your orgasm, his pace unrelenting; you whimpered pathetically as your wet walls pulsed around his cock, all but sucking him in despite the dull ache in your abdomen.

“Please”, you eventually choked out, though forming coherent words seemed like a herculean task right now, “Please, Tighnari, fuck—, want you to knock me up, please.” 

You moaned as your words made his dick twitch inside of you, and your thighs trembled when liquid warmth filled you up moments later, his dick growing in width and, oh—, the sensation of your cunt being stretched even wider was overwhelming, indescribable, and tears welled up in your eyes before you knew it.

“Ah. I forgot to tell you about the knot, didn't I?” Tighnari's smirk was cheeky, his ears twitching. You merely whimpered in response. “Just be glad for the brief break you're getting. Once it goes down, I'll take you again and again.” 

Your cheeks seemed to grow impossibly more hot as he leaned down, green eyes sparkling with mirth. “After all, we want to make sure it really takes, right? We'll have to go for quite some more rounds if you really want to end up pregnant. But don't you worry, love. I'll breed you properly.” 

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Since the anons feel that the dollhouse au is too cute to be real horror, I shall try to submit more scary yandere asks. I already gave you the analog horror idea. Now, imagine Toy Story with a twist. When it comes to dolls, kids like to roleplay and such. As a little girl, MC has gone through all the tropes—especially the Prince Charming and Fairy Tales. Imagine if she ends up inviting or being invited by a playmate and said playmate ends up taking the roles of that some dolls consider to be theirs alone??? Also, MC starts missing special days that she dubs "costume day" where she makes new outfits for the dolls or "tea party day" where she just sings/dances with the dolls while having a tea party. At first, they tolerate it since she's happy and they still get to participate in playtime...but when that playmate starts getting cocky and makes fun of MC??? The chaos, the scheming...that kid will never have a peaceful life, or have a life at all by the time he gets back home.

Three days later, that playmate is moving away with their family but then got involved in a car accident. Police says faulty brakes are to blame. How tragic.

☆Starlight Anon

Continuation: Better yet in that childhood playmate asks is if the kid remained sincerely but the dolls got annoyed anyway because...well, they're all possessive yanderes for MC lol Warnings: Blood, violence, horror, child's death (all in a nightmare.. technically) dead dove do not eat, read at your own risk. Genshin haunted dolls au [Fem!child!reader]

Well, it looked innocent enough? Your new friend was an attention seeker even at a young age she was proud and maybe a bit arrogant but hey she was just a kid.

When she told you about many things she knew and did and showed you things that made your eyes sparkle you thought that she was so cool, that she was amazing! You tried to come into her life finding her so amazing and she let you with a smug smile.

The relationship was cute really, the way you would follow her wherever she went in the school. She was your best friend or that was supposed to be the case. She was a spoiled girl, she wanted everything for herself, the play dates of roleplay games you and her played all had her become the princess or the lady while you were either the prince or the maid that was supposed to save her or serve her.

She would never let you become the princess of the story, even if you want to be even if you voice it she would not give it to you. Even if your parents saw it, their mother didn't know what to do with her while your mother would say that it was all right. But you can also see the concern she had looking over you.

But you liked her... you like her as a friend so you can't help but stick to her. She was so cool really.

Even as she took everything from your small hands.

Yet it seems there was a tipping point, it was bound to happen one day or another she only continued to grow hotty and selfish. It was that time when you were playing at the playground sandbox, you and she were playing with your dolls something about princess and knights with her own doll. As the princess, she commanded the attention of all the knights to her telling them that they should fall for her looks and charms. That they must swear an oath to her as the princess to protect her.

It was slowly getting dark when both yours and her parents called you and her telling you that you need to go back home now. Getting up you tried to take your dolls back but it seems that she started to take a liking to a few of them refusing to give them back to you.

"Give them back." You asked, so close to crying. "Don't be a crybaby I am just borrowing your dolls." She huffed as she held on to your dear dolls close. You didn't understand why she was taking your dolls when you told her no but she kept on insisting that she was just borrowing them to continue the roleplay back at her home.

Before you could do anything she was running back to her mother, who asked what those dolls were and why she has them. "Oh, ______ let me borrow them."

Your mother found you sniffling in the sandbox, crying in her arms you told her what happened.

However it was too late to get them back, your mother would try to get them back but she didn't have the phone number of the girl's mother nor does she know where does that girl live.

She told you that she would try to get them the next day yet that never happened.

Her father had somehow found your home past midnight and dropped off the dolls, apologizing to you and your family for his daughter and coming so late in the night. While he would have given these dolls later at a more appropriate time his daughter has been screaming ever since midnight.

She continued to chant at the dolls to get away from her, throwing them to the farthest corner. They tried to do everything to calm the girl down but she kept of screeching that it hurts and to make the pain stop. They could not calm her down and this was the last thing they thought of. Your parents showed concern for the tired man and thanked him for giving them back your dolls. You were also happy that your dolls have been returned but even you were concerned to what happened to your friend.

But she didn't come to school the next day but you heard the teachers whisper among each other that she was at the hospital, from screaming so much to the point of coughing out blood. Nothing was working and she kept on begging someone whom the parents and doctors don't know to leave her, to let her go.

You don't need to know really. It was her fault after all.

Dressed in a beautiful princess dress and a tiara on her head her stomach was decorated with many swords pierced through her. Over and over she would be a prince to nothing but a corps on the ground.

Over and over faceless knights stabbed her stomach within a dreary castle. She was all alone, she could not see reality even with her eyes open. She could not see the white walls of the hospital but a brick wall covered in blood as another sword price through her abdomen.

So matter how many swords pierced her there was always room for one more.

The pain doesn't numb at all, and when the small girl screamed again and again to stop it never did.

Note: What a dream... if she heals she won't be wearing any more princess dresses or tiaras looking at them would probably make her sick

― YANDERE! GENSHIN ACADEMY AU. pt one | two | three | four

⇢ scaramouche, thoma, arataki itto, gorou / gn! reader

introducing! this academy has plenty of cultures mashing together, and what would it be without inazuma? hailing from the land of eternity, three eccentric characters join their fellow inazuman kazuha as well as your mentally unstable harem to fight for your heart. some of them… don’t exactly mesh well, but their goal for your heart to be theirs eternally are the same!

warning! yandere, obsessive & possessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, delusional behavior, scaramouche is here do i really need to explain it to u, mentions of violence, brief mention of collaring 

author’s note! i refuse to make scara anything else but the dirty lil grime boy that he is. he goes absolutely fucking feral, that man. killed off my teppei. lil shit im gonna punt u so hard once u become playable. Make sure u die next to signora and childe you fuckin shit. /holds up this 4’11 sonovabitch/ /immediately chucks him into the pacific/ mihoyo if his voicelines aren’t him cussing out traveler and bitching about every little thing im suing for false advertisement

— SADISTIC TYPE. scaramouche | 散兵

[ “hmph, lowly little thing. and what do you think you’re staring at?” ]

⇢ scara (derogatory). no redeeming qualities. pure fucking evil. he’s been a constant thorn in your side ever since you entered the academy and has been that way since forever. what sort of prestigious academy allows a no-name rat like you to enter, hm? it takes all of your willpower to not throw a punch at his face.

⇢ he’s not arrogant for nothing. although the two of you are in the same year, he’s completely in another level of his own. he can throw down the strongest of people in your school, is the top student in your level, plays multiple traditional instruments, and has abilities super-fucking-incomprehensible that you stop to think if he really is human. if only he’d keep his mouth shut, then his graded behavior wouldn’t drag him down.

⇢ when you’re seatmates… god, it’s just pure torture. scaramouche doesn’t need to listen to whatever these plebeian teachers have to offer, but he needs the attendance or else his big sisters ei and makoto will berate him at home and he’s too tired to put up with their shit. he likes poking you with the sharp end of his compass, or if long enough, will tug on your hair to annoy you. actually fuck that, he will pull on your hair no matter what the length.

⇢ if you talk back, archons, you’re in for a time. there is nothing he hates more than being embarrassed. he’s already had enough of being compared to with his third-year sisters who are oh so divine and elegant and charming and fucking bullshit. makoto he can slightly put up with, but ei? oh how he’d love to see her destroyed. everything he’s worked so hard for was natural talent for ei, and every time he had caught up to her she ascended levels he thought was unreachable. but destroying her was too big of a plan, so you’re here, under his hands, as his little stress ball.

⇢ how delightful :) he just barges into your home unannounced, playing the part of an agreeable young man and wearing a pleasant smile on his lips for your family. he watches in quiet amusement as you squirm uncomfortably on the sofa while they fawn over your supposed ‘boyfriend’ and how you shouldn’t let such a handsome man go. once the two of you are alone in your bedroom, the smug smirk on his face is hard to miss.

⇢ “you hear that?” he croons, taking your hands in his and pressing a kiss against your knuckles, as if mocking you with his gentlemanly play. “they say i’m your boyfriend.” the way he manhandles you next, how he makes you crawl and tug you by your collar, is so far from the act he was playing, but he still smiled at you innocently as he ground the heel of your shoe into your stomach.

⇢ what a cute little toy you are, really.

[ “now, now, no need to be so frustrated. you should be charmed to be mistaken as my lover.” ]

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I honestly wasn't expecting to have 4 parts to this series, but voilà!

I mourneth not f'r thee! Pt.4

Yandere Diluc + Jean

Tw: yandere behavior, stalking, owning.

Note: not proofread.

Wc: 1180

Jean had been somewhat skittish for the past days, jumping at almost every sound and slipping up at random times; it seemed like the usually composed and meticulous Jean had vanished. Although clumsy and jumpy, Jean seemed to smile more, she looked happier, more excited for some unknown reason - to the knights and people around her, at least.

Some saw her blush, cheeks turning bashful pink when she stared off or when small trinkets caught her sight. She would shake her head and reassure that she wasn't sick, on the contrary, she was doing exceptionally fine; and on Friday, she expressed that she would take a day off on the following day.

It caught everyone off guard.

Lisa and Klee were extremely curious, Kaeya smirked and chuckled as he walked away and Albedo - as usual - was too caught up in his experiments.

Whatever would happen during the weekend would stay a mystery to everyone but Kaeya.

"Jean! Over here!"

Her head wiped towards the voice, calling her so sweetly to let her know. Her nervous frown broke into a soft smile as she walked to you, dandelions neatly wrapped in hand. She greeted you bashfully, bowing her head as her cheeks burned red.

"Good afternoon, (Name)," she started confidently, yet her expression failed to follow suit. "I hope you've been well since our last outing-"

"You don't have to be so modest about it, just call it a date! I was sure we talked about this on the last one, and the one before, and the one before that, and- well, on every date!" you shushed her, placing her gift on the table to hold her hands. "It's fine for girls to go on dates no? Klee and I go on dates often too! To blow up fishes-"

"I'm sorry-?"

You stopped talking, realizing you accidentally told Jean about your excursions. Sheepishly waving your hands, you tried explaining yourself - for poor Klee's heart.

"Shhhh- don't tell Klee that I told you! She's gonna get all red and cutesy on me! Oh, but don't give her detention, please?"

Jean could only stare at you awestruck, even with the multiple dates she'd gone with you for the past months, she could never get used to your adorable side once she truly got to know you. The more you met up, the more comfortable you grew and the more casual you two acted towards each other; Jean still acted cordially with you, though. She wanted to one-up Diluc, her rival for your affection.

You might've not known or felt it, but Diluc was always spying around the corner, stalling and making sure she didn't do anything out of line or steal you away, what he feared the most. If she were too self-conscious and feared him, she would've kept her distance and stayed out of your life as Diluc wished; but she found something worth the risk, she was determined to have a piece of your heart, however small it was.

You would usually meet up once or twice a month, on Saturday to go on small dates from early afternoon to late at night, with Jean walking you home afterwards. Whenever you would worry, she insisted, saying that she would be fine. She was the acting Grandmaster, she was powerful enough to protect herself at night.

Every date was spent similarly, you met up at Good Hunter for Sara's impeccable cooking and went with whatever you planned: a diner date, exploring Mond, walking around the city or simple talk. Either way, you enjoyed your time with her as much as she enjoyed yours.

This one ended up being a diner date, you talked about many things tonight: your week, your days, things you overheard or jokes shared in either of your workplaces. You had a few drinks - non-alcoholic ones - and so did Jean, a soft vallberry juice. You chatted until the clock struck 10 and she walked you home, from the safe confines of the city walls to the outskirts of the region where Diluc's land was located. Adelinde greeted you at the door, sending grateful nods to Jean with a bow of her head.

"Thank you for walking me home, Jean," you gave her a small peck on the cheek, fleetingly soft like a butterfly's touch. "I'll see you in 2 weeks for another date, right?"

Jean's cheeks burned hotly from the kiss as she nodded, head lowered slightly to try and hide her blush.

"Of course, my office will always be open for you, (Name). Feel free to come by."

"Of course, stay safe!"

Waving at her parting figure, you let Adelinde close the door, it'd signal the end of tonight's date.

"Jean," a cold voice stopped her before she could step foot outside the limits.

She paused, back facing the man cloaked in shadows. When she turned to see who it was - even though she knew the answer - she was greeted by a deathly silent Diluc whose crimson eyes gleamed menacingly in the dark. He stepped forward, out of the dark and into the moonlight.

"I'm getting sick of seeing you buzz around my (Name) like a fly. I've tolerated it for a while only because (Name) had asked to meet you outside the tavern, but it's gone far too long and I will not tolerate you meeting her anymore. Stay away from her, that is my only warning, Jean."

His tone was chillingly dangerous, there were deep-rooted anger and jealousy within his mind that was expressed through his voice and eyes. Jean could feel the chills run down her spine from his stare alone, but she wouldn't budge just from those words. She loved doing things with you, she wanted to continue without him always being there stalking you. She would push him until she got a piece of you.

"Yours? Are you delusional Diluc? (Name) is a person, she's owned by no one, even I know that" the implications of her words were bigger than she let on. "I want her too, I can't get enough of her, that's probably why you're this possessive of her. Although I can somewhat relate, I will not back away."

He scoffed, glaring down at her with a scornful scowl. The atmosphere heated, his pyro vision reacting to his emotions. So did Jean's, her anemo flared in response, they stared each other down, it was a competition.

"I wasn't asking. She's mine, keep your disgusting hands away from her," Diluc spat, embers igniting around him.

"I didn't need your permission from the start. I want her as much as you do, I want a piece of her; and if I have to, I will take her from you, Diluc," Jean hissed, anemo circling her.

None of them were willing to let the other lay claim on you. Both were willing to do whatever it took to have you in their arms, away from the other who they deemed an enemy to your heart.

Diluc who had your heart, and Jean who wanted it.

Dragon hybrid zhongli who's fucking huge. He TOWERS over you with his horns, tail as thick as your leg and long forked tongue he just loves running all over and in you.

CW: fem!sub!reader + hybrid!zhongli + monsterfucking + size kink + forked tongue stuff + praise kink + the reader is a lovely little princess stuck in a tower with her big scary dragon

Dragon!Zhongli protecting his pretty, damsel in distress. His very own princess in her tall and mighty tower, guarding her against harm's way and making sure not a hair on her lovely head is ruined. You are just so angelic, so loving -- all by yourself, not another soul to keep you company except him. All for the sake of some fate, some destiny that a handsome prince will save you... except, that's hard with how well your dragon protects you.

But you much prefer Zhongli anyway! He is so nice to you and he sometimes lets you out of the castle when he deems it safe, supervising you as you explore the outside world, and always returning you to your room before it gets dark. He makes sure you have plenty to eat and clothes to wear, that you never go cold and never grow bored. You just adore him, and he finds it so endearing that someone so small and cute could like something as big and scary as him -- that you rush into his arms every chance you can get, begging him to take you outside or to sit in your room with you, pouting when he hesitates for even a second in his response.

Dragon!Zhongli who lets you sit in his big lap when the weather gets cold, keeping you nice and warm because his body is quite literally a furnace and in a matter of seconds that chill is gone and replaced with nothing but comfort. Who lets you pull him into your bed when the weather is bad, feigning fear all for the sake of him staying close through the night - he knows you are not genuinely scared, that you only crave affection, so he doesn't tease you about it too much.

Dragon!Zhongli who doesn't have the heart to tell you that, really, you can't be so clingy with him, don't you know you have a prince on the way? That he will inevitably have to surrender you just as the prophecy tells? But you confess that you want no prince, that you're tired of waiting on someone who isn't coming, that all you want is to stay with him in this stupid tower forever! That you wanna marry him instead of some man you hardly know!

Your confession shocks him, do you really mean it? You would prefer some scary dragon over a prince? He finds it cute how shy you get when admitting it, holding one of his huge hands in both of yours, your fingers barely wrapping around his pinky, and yet he swears your hands were made for his. You can barely meet his reptilian eyes, flustered beyond belief and wanting to show him just how deep your love goes, how much you adore him and worship the very ground he walks on. He can hardly believe it when you begin to untie the back of your dress, letting it fall gracefully to your ankles and exposing your body to him -- you want him to have all of you, every inch. You want him to make sure you truly belong to him, that way no one can ever steal you away. You want his cock to imprint on your womb, to stuff you full and train your cunt to take no one but him.

Imagine how good it must feel to have both of your ankles pinched in one of his hands, pinning your legs over your shoulder, admiring how easy it is for him to manipulate your body however he wants -- really if he wanted to, he could crush you into a million pieces. But what good would come from hurting his princess? Why should he hurt you when all he wants to give you is love? To drink you up and leave you feeling drunk off of his feelings for you. His tongue is just so long and thick, pushing between your folds and tonguing your clit, loving the way you squirm and writhe beneath him, trying to kick your legs but he has such a firm grasp on them -- and when his tongue slips inside of you, exploring your gummy innards, you came right then and there.

He had hardly touched you, and yet five minutes in you are convulsing on his mouth, bucking your hips and chasing every last second of your high -- he finds it cute, his usually modest, polite little princess now whining and begging him, riding his face and tugging at his horns. He wants to give you everything, to claim every inch of you tonight, to take all of your firsts and ruin you for everyone else. You will be his, even if it means bullying his fat cock into your velvety cunt.

Headcanon

Scenario: Sees another person flirting with you

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe, Zhongli, fem!reader

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Diluc

Would watch from afar. Trusts you not to do anything stupid.

Starts tapping his foot when the guy doesn’t leave you alone.

People next to him or passing by him are wondering if the temperature rise is from his pyro vision or just the pissed off vibes emanating from him

Finally uncrosses his arms when he sees you walking away

Small smile when he sees you waving and approaching him

Smile disappears when other guy grabs your wrist

He did not just fucking do that

Appears next to your side in a split second, giant sword in his hand. Fire in his eyes.

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