Okay So I Just Read Your Post On Genshin Men If You Go Quiet , Here Me Out.... What If You Are A Quiet

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squirting hcs (ft.: ayato ; childe ; zhongli ; rosaria.)

warnings: sub fem reader, overstimulation, squirting, degradation, praise, name calling, multiple rounds, in public (rosaria), spit (zhongli).

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sending nudes in their office hours!

ft. albedo, xiao, heizou, kazuha

warning: masturbation, swearing, humiliation, use of toys, degradation, rough sex, spanking, choking, hair-tugging, praising. smut heavily implied.

heizou

shocked, very shocked. when he received a message notification from you, he expected it to be you sending a picture of watching crime documentaries like you usually do. but not this.

a very nude photo of you, handcuffed in the headboard of the bed, wearing his polo with a vibrator inside your pussy. the picture made him red, made him hard too, with a text “do me like how you do the criminals, mr. detective~”

immediately finished what he is assigned to do and gave every single documents to the police and took his leave.

he’s gonna teach you a lesson for disturbing him while he’s busy solving cases in his office, so be prepared for one hell of a ride.

scenario

“ah! heizou, please.. slow down!” you cried out, struggling as your wrists are handcuffed while being mercilessly fucked by the Shikanoin Heizou, “oh? why would I?” he teasingly said, cooing at your ears when he suddenly grabbed your hair and tugged it back. “I don’t give mercy to criminals, darling, I figure you’d know that before sending such vulgar messages.” he sternly said, gripping your handcuffed wrists and increasing his pace even more.

tears starts streaming down your face as another orgasm pulled through, screaming his name. “aww, look at how slutty you look right now.” Heizou chuckled, smacking your ass resulting for another orgasm to pull through. “he-heizou.. please.. stop..” you begged, only to earn a laugh from the detective.

“I don’t listen to criminals beg, sweetheart.” and with that, he thrusted his whole length in, cumming deep inside your womb. your juices mixed with his dripping from your legs. you let out a long, exasperated moan when you felt him pull out.

“you look so fucking hot like this.. I won’t give you a break.” you felt the bed shuffling. he grabbed you by the leg and flipped you around, smiling at how your pussy is gushing out his semen. he took his phone from the lamp and stood up, pointing his phone camera at you

“I take pictures of criminals after I give them the taste of their own medicine, so smile wide for me, slut.” and so you did. and after that, he lunged towards you and fucked you again, his pounding making you orgasm everytime, you begging him to stop, but he couldn’t careless.

after all, you asked for this when you sent those pornographic pictures to him when he was at work, right? the least you could do is be thankful because he took his time to make you cry on his cock and dump loads of his semen in your womb, even if he has a line of criminal cases to solve.

albedo

confused, to say the very least. you have always been that gentle, shy wife who is still shy to strip in front of his husband. but now.. you are sending him nudes, while he’s working on a new project?

he stares at the photo, where you use two of your fingers to spread your dripping pussy wide, using your other hand to cover your blushing face. your nipples lewdly perked up in the thin fabric. this made him breath deeply, his face heating up.

the text you sent after didn’t help with the erection hiding underneath his pants though, “why don’t you experiment on my body, bedo?”

oh he totally will. he immediately called Timaeus and Sucrose to take place for him and left in a flash, leaving the two confused because he never skips work.

scenario

“hmm.. I see.” he mutters under his breath as he watches you get ruined by two vibrating dildos inside of you, a smirk pulling up when you cry his name. “albedo! when are you going to fuck me using your dick!” you moaned out. he tsked and sets the vibrator to the highest setting, making you go crazy.

“I will, after I’m done experimenting on how much you can orgasm in an hour using technology.” Albedo said, tucking your hair behind your ears as he listens to your moaning voice like some sort of opera. “don’t worry, love. you told me to experiment on your body, I am just doing what you asked~” he cooed in your ears, another orgasm coming through which caught Albedo’s attention.

“alright, just 3 more minutes, love. and I’ll give you my cock, alright?” he reassured you, patting your head as he went in front of you again. your gaze averted to his bulge, making you even more impatient on waiting to take his dick. “and 10 seconds..” and you came, again. he smiled warmly at you as he turns the vibrators off and took it from your soaking pussy.

“alright.. as promised.” Albedo finally let his dick spring loose, tip licking pre-cum as he positioned his dick at your entrance. “1 hour of using my dick.. lets see how much you’d orgasm from it.” he started his timer and plunged his dick inside your cunt, making you orgasm, again. “that was quick.” Albedo chuckled deeply as he began thrusting inside your pussy in a missionary way.

“1..” he pulled his dick out, leaving the tip inside. the sudden thrust made you cum again, “2” each 4 pounding he gives your pussy, you cum. “3” and the counting goes on. his dick was still better than the vibrators, it always had. “haah, 7..” his thrusts started becoming sloppy, was he near, too?

“ah, you don’t mind if I breed you, right dear?” before you could nod, his thrust made your eyes roll back as he began reaching your womb, his dick reaching every pleasurable parts that’s making you orgasm continuously with no stop. “i’m close..” one deep thrust and you felt his semen rushing down your womb, legs shivering as he held them up.

“I lost count of your orgasms, y/n. lets try again, I need an accurate calculation if I want to make a comparison between technology and raw.” oho you are hella fucked.

xiao

he is mad, hella mad. Xiao was showing a client some of their best ideas using his phone since he has forgotten his laptop, and your message notif popped up.

Xiao accidentally clicked it and wow, a picture of you riding your pillow naked was shown at the eyes of the client, even had a text that said, “baby, I miss you.. come breed me please~”

the client ended up excusing herself and told him that they can meet up in another time, Xiao was frustrated because he could’ve really used the money when the client has accepted the commission, now.

so he immediately rushed home, his driving speed passing the speed limit. he is set on releasing his frustrations on you, so be prepared.

scenario

“you fucking slut, you couldn’t have waited for me to come home, hmm?? you really sent me nudes when you know goddamn well that I was meeting with a client.” he tugged the leash of your collar, your hands gripping the bedsheet as he pounds into your sopping wet cunt, you can’t answer him because he placed a gag in your mouth.

“did you really want attention that badly?” smack! his palm rebounded from your ass, earning a yelp from you. “you do, don’t you?” he pulled your hair and made your back arch as he fucks deeper into you, “look at your pussy tightening up..! ah, taking me in so fucking well.” his thrusts slows down yet went deeper, making you choke as another wave of orgasm hits you.

“stand the fuck up. I’ll give you the attention you fucking want.” you obeyed, legs shaking while trying to stand up. he lets go of your hair and pulled your wrists to your back, his dick still inside of you as he leads you outside of the balcony. “make sure to scream my name, or I’ll make you.” he takes the gag out of your mouth, string of saliva connecting as he did so.

“xiao.. i’m sorr—“ you let out a scream when he thrusted inside of you again, making xiao chuckle deeply as he watches your wrecked figure trying to hold onto the railing. “yeah, scream more! make them hear how much you like getting fucked in public.” he growled. you felt something churning in your stomach, and you know you are nearing your orgasm again. “xiao.. xiao!” you shout as you came again, Xiao’s thrust becoming sloppy as he is nearing his high as well.

“mm yeah, y’want me to breed this pussy right?” and one last thrust got you screaming his name continuously, legs quivering as you felt his cum trickle down your thighs. Xiao lets out a sigh and turned you around. carrying you as he lifts your other leg and placed it on his shoulders.

“we aren’t done yet, i’m gonna fuck my semen into you and make you cry my name, all night long.” another thrust and it got you flying in heaven, your head falling back, drool coming out of the corner of your mouth. he actually did what he said, the whole night you were crying, moaning, screaming his name. you actually think you’d be pregnant on this one.

kazuha

he is currently using his phone to present the powerpoint lecture for his english class, when continuous notifications from you popped up.

he quickly turned it off as the messages you sent were quite.. vulgar. “kazuu~ when is your break? wanna get fucked in the office right now~” all of his students saw that message, leaving him completely embarrassed and he ended up ending the class early.

he gathers all of his belongings and immediately headed towards his office. you were there, pussy full in display for him to devour.

good luck.

scenario

“just what were you thinking, darling?” another smack was heard across the room as Kazuha slaps your ass. “I.. i didn’t know you were using your phone-!” another spank was delivered, gasp leaving your lips as your fluid drips down to the floor, “i didn’t order you to talk.” he sternly said, giving your ass another slap.

“you asked me, I was only answering..” you slurred, your head way too blurry to even think about anything. Kazuha sighed, unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers as he positioned his dick in your entrance. “don’t make a noise, unless you want me to get fired.” you almost screamed out when he thrusted inside of you with no warning, luckily, you were quick to cover your mouth.

“good slut, now take this without making any noise, mkay? if you do, I’ll make sure to open the windows for the students to see how pathetic you look right now.” And there he started to move. his movements were slow, making you agitated, so you tried moving your hips to fasten it up. but he held you still.

“don’t move, this is your punishment.” He commanded. you decided to just stay still as he enters in and out of you slowly. you started to yawn when he suddenly thrusts inside in a deep, rough pace, turning your moan into a scream. “why, I told you to stay quiet didn’t I?” he grabbed your arm, stopping his thrusts as he led you in front of his office window.

“ah, look at you tightening up in my cock. is that why you sent me those messages earlier? for the students to see how much of a whore my wife is?” He opened the curtains and pushed you against the window. your boobs pressed against the glass as you watch the students see you getting fucked. “look at them watching you, you like this? hm?” he delivered one powerful thrust which got you moaning like crazy,

“hah, those students taking a video of you..” he pulled your hair back, his dick hitting an even deeper spot as you continued to hold onto the wall for dear life, “I won’t even wonder if you got yourself a sex tape roaming around the school.” you came once again, his thrusts not stopping as he lets go of your hair and only focused on his dick coming in and our of your pussy.

“your pussy looks so lewd right now, look at your dripping cum. you came this much from just being seen by the students, huh? should I let them in the office and fuck you as well?” He chuckled deeply, you whined under his touches as he continued fucking his semen inside of your pussy.

“next time, I will not hesitate to fuck you at the school’s gymnasium. do this again, I always keep my word.”

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Standing Still [Yandere Scaramouche x Reader] [Just a Scrap of Time sequel]

Title: Standing Still [Yandere Scaramouche x Reader]  [Just a Scrap of Time sequel]

Synopsis: [Commissioned Piece]

Your family threw you out into the world, helpless and hungry. It was only because of Scaramouche that you didn’t die on the streets. And now he has you, holed up in forced opulence, insistent that he’s going to marry you. But what of your family? And yourself? Follow-up to Just a Scrap of Time.

Word Count: 5802

Notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, mentions of starvation/neglect, forced marriage

You needed time to settle in. That’s what he told you. Or rather, what he told the servant woman who’d been preening over you for the good part of an hour. She relayed the advice so kindly, so nonchalantly, that you would have taken it to heart if you were here under different circumstances. 

“Settling in” was for nervous soon-to-be brides who had arrived from home on carefully carried litters, women who needed time to adjust to their new surroundings and fortunes;  the idea was not for you, a kidnapped villager of no repute, with guards posted at the door lest you try to escape again. You were escorted everywhere, even just a few doors down to his room, and watched constantly–by him, by the guards, and by the servant woman who barely left your side.

She spoke little to you, and her nervous airs kept you on edge. She took care of all your daily necessities, despite the protests you’d given that you could care for yourself, that you didn’t need to be dressed, her unfamiliar fingers always grazing your skin.

Though, when Scaramouche had disposed of all the clothes you packed from home, the simple things you’d been accustomed to wearing all your life, you quickly realized that being dressed by someone else truly was a necessity. The robes he’d given you as replacements were fine, layers of patterned fabrics that made you feel like some priceless doll. Fit to sit on the shelf of the governor’s mansion.

Is that how Scaramouche saw you? As a doll on his shelf?

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Of Mice and Men [Yandere L x Reader]

Title: Of Mice and Men [Yandere L x Reader]

Synopsis: It’s not your first escape plan. But it is the first one that involves attempting to seduce your captor in a bid for freedom. Commissioned piece.

Word Count: 2777

notes: yandere, NSFW, dubcon, mentions of stalking/stalker behavior

It’s not the first time you’ve plotted an escape. You’ve tried a few dozen times, though you–obviously, considering where you still are, and who you’re still stuck with–have yet to succeed.

But this time… this time you’re going to play L at his own mind games. Mind-fuck-games, more like it, and the sarcastic phrase has so much more meaning now that you’ve decided on what you’re going to do.

You’re going to seduce L.

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giggles. . . tighnari likes being close to u when he fucks you and he subconsciously wraps his tail around u to keep u close. he's also 100% down with outdoors sex in the middle of the rainforest. generally a v soft man

*twirls around* he's adorable ty for indulging me de <3

warnings: f! reader, outdoor sex, soft tiggy, creampie; 0.5k wc.

He reeks of desperation in the way he tugs you closer to himself, “you're so warm.” he breathes, lips chasing yours as you try to sneak in a lungful of oxygen.

It's true, your skin feels like it's on fire and it only spreads like gasoline with each touch of his. The added thrill of being out in the rainforest like this just sets all your nerves alight, “so are you.”

smiling at your giggle, he wraps his tail around your waist, the soft green fur of it a welcoming gesture against your bare skin, “what if someone catches us like this?”

Tighnari slants his hips into yours and your mouth falls open in a breathless moan, “hm, then they'll know that you're mine.”

he says it so casually that you're hitting his shoulder playfully, “kidding!” a laugh falls from his lips, “who would ever come to the middle of a rainforest?”

He doesn't allow you a moment to ponder though, cock pushing past your tight walls and rendering your brain numb, “s'tight— ah, you're...”

he's stumbling upon his words as his cock throbs inside your clenching pussy, “you're gonna make me cum too soon if you keep squeezing me like that,”

his hand weaves into yours, fingers intertwined as he whispers against your lips, “relax baby.” and he hears you gasp for air as you try to follow his suggestion.

But as soon as he thrusts into you, your cunt is clamping down on his throbbing cock with both your groans filling the air around,

“you close?” you're nodding at his question, perhaps too eagerly, “yeah,”

“good,” and his voice is shaky now, his ears twitching as he heaves above you, hips rutting into yours in a frenzy— like he couldn't get enough of you, “gonna cum for me, darling?”

“yes, tighnari— fuck,” your voice breaks off into a loud moan as you gush around his cock. Tighnari follows close, teeth sinking in your neck as he fills you up with his cum seeping down your trembling thighs,

“for research purposes,” he chuckles, out of breath from the intensity of the orgasm, “we should do this more often.”

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Repentance

Part 3 of ‘Retribution’

warnings: smut, angst (again ofc) jealous! Aemond

a/n: I’m sorry I haven’t gotten around to answering everyone who’s left me anon messages, I appreciate you all & your suggestions! (Newly edited) I added everyone I could to the taglist, I’m so sorry if I missed you, I tried to add you but your usernames weren’t working for some reason :( 

(au purposes let’s pretend Cregan has a son named Brandon)

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Aemond grunts, his long strands of silver hair shielding his face as his hips ground into hers. Sweat beading his forehead and loins aching for release, he begs the gods to help him reach his high at a quicker pace. Her mewling and moans beneath him don’t deter him to steer away from his thoughts. Thoughts that were plagued of her. His wife that felt a million miles away from him in Kingslanding.

“Faster, my love” Alys cries out beneath him, her words only then causing him to break from his trance. His skin slaps against hers more frequently as he pounds harder, his mind continuing to ponder over the intrusive thoughts that enter his head about his beloved wife.

The way her skin feels— so soft and supple as she would caress his hands and occasionally his face if he would allow her. Smile that lit up every room she walked into, the same one that he no longer saw anymore— his privilege of seeing it being ripped away the moment he started to neglect her.

As his mind fills of glimpses of her, only then does he feel the lead to his release. The ache starting to uncoil as he allows himself to imagine that it isn’t Alys beneath him. He doesn’t see her face when he glances down at Alys. Her dark brown hair turned silver in his mind, brown eyes the same violet shade he saw in his own reflection. As he uses his free hand to fondle her breast, toying with her nipple he imagines his wife’s figure. Her cleavage that he would glance at briefly clear as day in his thoughts. He would never stare longer than he should’ve, always turning a blind eye to such a desirable place out of respect for her.

He didn’t care about respect in this moment, defiling you and your honour in his mind, Aemond works toward his orgasm. Panting and hips starting to ache, his thrusts become more powerful as he grows nearer. His thoughts of you repeating as he imagines that you are beneath him, you are the one shuddering from pleasure, walls squeezing him tight as you near your own release. He imagines Alys’ moans and whimpers are emanating from your lips.

“I love you” Alys cries out, hands grasping ahold of Aemond’s face— pulling him down to place her lips on his. He pushes through her orgasm, his hips still pounding into hers as he chases his own high. He shuts his eyes as he envisions you, loving him again— holding him as you used to attempt to, playing with his hair and reading to him. He finally cums, his eye shut tight as he slips out of Alys, grasping ahold of his cock as he releases onto her stomach.

Your name is on the tip of his tongue as he moans out.

“Must you leave so soon?” Alys hums, disappointment clear in her tone as she strokes his naked back that is turned to her. He ignores her, pulling on his trousers as he tries to locate his shirt she so carelessly threw away from him.

“My beloved, please answer me” Alys pleads, eyes watching the silver haired man pace around infront of her as he collects his belongings.

“You have had me for nearly a whole day, my love. Have you not grown sick of me yet?” Aemond chuckles, flashing her a grin that reassures her instantly. She had begun to worry she had completely lost him to you.

“Not when I’m aware you return to her. Not when I know I won’t see you again until a few days time” She huffs, clearly frustrated with the situation they were in.

“What will you have me do? Leave my duties as a prince and husband so we can fuck all day and night beneath the roof of this Inn?” Aemond’s remark is dripping with sarcasm— his tone causing her to scoff as she pulls her own nightgown on.

“I do not care for your tone, Aemond” She mutters as she moves round the bed to reach him, her arms coiling around his waist as she leans her head against his back.

“If it is guilt of infidelity that is stopping you from being mine, I may have a solution. One that would remove your wife from the equation permanently” Her words are venomous as they ring in his ears, her implication of using her witchcraft to kill his wife causing him to pull away from her.

“Utter those words again and I shall have you done for treason. You will not lay a finger on my wife, am I understood?” Aemond hisses as he turns to grasp her jaw tightly, her eyes widening at his sudden outburst. She nods immediately, pausing for a moment— Aemond lets his hold on her linger before he releases.

“I need her alive and able in order to play the role my mother has bestowed upon me” Aemond excuses, questioning his own reasons for why he reacted so strongly upon hearing about his wife’s potential demise.

He gives Alys an apologetic hug, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulls her into his body. Regardless of his behaviour just moments ago, Alys still embraces him— sighing in relief at his warmth.

“I just do not understand why we must be so far from each other— she has already given her permission for us to love” Alys murmurs into his shirt, looking up at Aemond who gives her a reassuring smile.

“She may have but the rest of my family have not. My head will be on a spike before the end of the night if my mother were to find out I was pursuing you” Aemond sighs heavily, his mind flashing back to moments ago when it was plagued with the thought of his wife.

“I must go” Aemond mutters before he places a soft kiss on Alys’ forehead. He felt his stomach tighten in knots at the thought of finally seeing his wife— you, waiting for him at Kingslanding. He felt as excited as a young child was for sweets— he could hardly contain his excitement.

Your husband enters your bedchamber, announcing his presence by knocking on your door. Much to his confusion, you are nowhere to be seen. Usually you would be preparing for dinner— your handmaidens helping assist you as you change into your dresses. Aemond huffs out in slight dissapointment before he reluctantly returns to his own bedchambers.

He doesn’t want to admit that he constantly observes the door, waiting for you to barge in at any moment now— apologising for your tardiness before you take a seat beside him. When moments pass without a sign of you, Aemond downs his goblet of wine, a slight scowl gracing his features as he begins to grow impatient with your absence.

“Where is my wife?” Aemond questions the table, causing everyone’s idle chatter to quiet as they turn to him. Alicent is the first to respond, reassuring him that you are probably on dragon back and getting some fresh air. He hums, unsatisfied with her answer but still agreeing to leave it alone as he picks at his food.

Aegon saunters toward his brother, pulling the free seat out beside him with an obnoxious screech of the chairs legs. Aemond tuts as his brother slumps down on the seat, pulling the holder full of wine to pour an excessive amount into his goblet.

“You’re unaware of your own wife’s whereabouts— how sad is that” Aegon smirks, wiping away the excess wine around his mouth with his sleeve.

“Bother someone else with your remarks, brother. I am not in the mood” Aemond grunts, eye casting away from his brother to observe the others present in the room.

“Whether you believe me or not, I know of your wife’s whereabouts. She and a certain visitor from the North are parading around flea bottom at this very moment” Aegon says, lowering his voice as he informs his brother of his wife’s secret.

Aemond has every right to accuse Aegon of lying, he’s Aegon for god’s sakes. Only a fool would trust him and his word. But instinct tells Aemond that his brother is speaking the truth, so he hums as he thinks to himself. Jealousy plants itself inside of him like a disease, growing stronger by every minute that passes of Aemond imagining you with this so called visitor from the North. He already felt the strong urge to gut the man, exile him to death for attempting to steal his wife and better yet endangering her by leaving the Red Keep’s grounds to explore. 

She isn’t yours. We had an agreement.

These thoughts play on Aemond’s mind as he tries to rid himself of the feeling he just previously had, his possessive mind easing as he tries to see reason. He had his Alys, his one true love— why should he feel the need to claim you as his too. He was being too greedy. 

“Cregan Stark’s son and her. They sneak back in through the west side of the garden, brother” Aegon mutters in his ear as he pushes out of his seat to stumble off, stopping briefly as he rests his hand against Aemond’s shoulder. At Aegon’s words, Aemond feels his strong feelings return— jealousy and anger over clouding his better judgement. 

Dinner concludes and you still haven’t arrived back from wherever you are, whether it be in flea bottom or dragon back, Aemond was determined to find out if Aegon’s claims were true. So he stays posted on the west side of the garden, hidden securely behind a few trees and bushes as he picks at the fallen leaves that surround him. He’s close to questioning his sanity as time passes, wondering if his brother fooled him yet again and was now laughing at Aemond’s stupidity for actually waiting for them to return. 

It is confirmed when he hears your beautiful laughter carrying through the night air. He sees the two of you walking back through the trees that lead to a brick wall— ah that’s how they sneak back in. A lump grows in Aemond’s throat as he observes how closely you are to the Stark boy, your arms linked— bodies mere inches from touching and a wide grin on your face as you look up at him.

I could make you laugh.

Aemond thinks to himself as his chest starts to ache. You had tried to jest with him many times at the beginning of your marriage, always telling him jokes and trying to find common ground through humour. Aemond regrets all those times he would wear a straight face, dismissing you and your jokes instantly.

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The warm air causes your cheeks to blush as you pull away gently from Brandon, your face sore from all the smiling you’ve been doing all evening. You couldn’t contain yourself, you never can around him. He sighs heavily as he stands infront of you, grasping ahold of one of your hands as he lifts it to his lips— placing a gentle kiss on your skin.

“Departing from you pains me greatly” The older boy jests, hand over his heart dramatically as he pretends to groan out in pain.

“You’ll see me tomorrow, you child” You snort, another grin gracing your face as you watch the man infront of you laugh.

“And the day after that… and the day after that— and the day…” You decide to cut off his teasing by pulling him forward by the wrist so you can lean up to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“I bid you goodnight” You hum, satisfied when you see him smile at the feeling of your lips on his skin. Embarrassed by your sudden action, you turn on your heel and begin your walk back to your bedchamber— a smile clear on your face as you try to contain yourself.

The Stark boy clouded your thoughts so much so you didn’t notice the way the group of trees beside you rustled suspiciously. Your husband who finally leaves his hiding place after waiting for almost an hour, huffs as he tries to contain himself. In all honesty, he wanted to maim the Lord’s son who had the privilege of your lips being on his skin. He decides against making any rash decisions and follows after you once there’s some distance.

You’re in your bedchamber for mere minutes before you hear a knock on your door. Clothes already discarded on the floor from being half undressed, you grab a loose bedsheet and wrap it around yourself hastily before you move to open the door.

“Aemond, what are you doing here at this hour?” You question him, confused as to why he was standing outside of your door. You catch his eye skimming across your body, his gaze causing you to shift in discomfort.

Aemond shamelessly wonders what lies beneath the sheet you’re holding so tightly against your body, his mind flooding of the indecent thoughts he had of you during his time with Alys— his cock growing half hard as he views you now.

“Can a husband not wish to see his wife?” Aemond tuts, gaze finally leaving your body as he looks behind you— silently observing the way your clothes are strewn on the floor.

He wonders if there is someone in your bed, perhaps the Stark boy found a secret entry way into your room after parting ways in the garden. The mere thought of you taking him to bed causes discomfort to settle in Aemond’s gut, the raging emotions of jealousy returning as he imagines you bedding anyone that wasn’t him.

His worries are put to rest when you pull the door back further and stand aside to let him in, holding it open for him as you wait for him to enter.

“How was your time with Alys?” You question him after you shut the door behind him, moving toward the bed to grab your nightwear. Aemond moves to sit on the seat by the fireplace, eye watching the flames dance as he answers.

He hadn’t thought of Alys since the moment he returned to Kingslanding, you being at the forefront of his mind this whole evening. You plague his very thoughts, even as you stand beside him now you continue to hold such power over him. But you didn’t need to know that.

“It was most enjoyable. Although I spent half the time in her bed” Aemond hopes that hearing of his shared intimacy with Alys evokes envy from you. He wants you to burn for him, desire him and grow jealous at the thought of someone else bedding him. Unbeknownst to him, his words cause just that— your cheeks warming at the thought of him in that way.

“That is good news” You simply hum, not bothering to question him any further about it. You sigh heavily as you try to dress from beneath the sheet, afraid that Aemond will see you in such an indecent state. Yes, you may be husband and wife but you never did consummate the marriage all those months ago.

On the night of your wedding, neither of you wished to indulge in intimacy to bind your marriage— you had pondered on the idea momentarily, your desires for him over shadowing your clarity as you both stalled on the act. Aemond found a way to convince the party set to witness the consummation, promising greater results if they were to wait outside the chamber. Blood was shed on the sheets but it had not been from your virginity being taken and more so your palm.

“How inconsiderate of me to not question you about your own night, beloved wife” Aemond’s tone is clear that he has underlying intentions with his question,  intentions of interrogating you about your whereabouts. 

“No need to feel guilty. I spent my afternoon on dragon back, just catching the sunset on time” You lie, hoping he didn’t see right through the smile you front to him. His facial expression is unreadable as he stares over at you, narrowing his eye he lets out a hum. 

“You don’t stink of dragon. The sun set hours ago…” Aemond trails off, an accusatory tone in his voice as he moves to push forward in his seat. You exhale heavily, piling your clothes into a bundle before setting it aside– you want to appear being busy so you don’t break under his gaze. 

“I am exhausted from the day. I have no time for your accusations, prince Aemond–” 

“My prince or better yet dear husband. Either title is preferred” Aemond cuts you off, standing from his seat he strides toward you– hands moving to grasp your face in his palms. You’re taken aback from his sudden gesture, confusion written on your face at his sudden outburst.

“I do not appreciate when you call me so formally. It is if I am a stranger to you. We are still married, you needn’t forget that” Aemond mutters to you now that you are inches apart from each other. You see the way his eye trails from your gaze down toward your lips, ever so parted as you breath heavily in his grasp– he’s tempted to press his lips against yours. Burning to taste you on his tongue, to claim the kiss that belonged to him, not the Stark boy. 

You force yourself out of his grasp and turn away, huffing as you avoid eye contact with him. Trying to calm your unstable breathing, you muster out “You must leave now” to Aemond before you brush past him to look out at the view, to distract yourself from the man before you. Aemond wears regret on his sleeve as he bids you goodnight, leaving your bedchamber with his head swelling with thoughts of what he could’ve done differently. 

He knows he’s upset you, having days pass with continuous silence from you, he can’t help but let your cold behaviour toward him affect his daily duties. He hasn’t visited Alys in over a week’s time, even after promising he would take no longer than three days to revisit her, he postpones the trip– prioritising you and salvaging what’s left of this broken marriage. 

He watches with bitterness on his tongue as you and the Stark boy rest beneath the weir wood tree, both sat side by side with your knees practically touching, he wonders what he’s said to make you smile. If only he could hear from this distance. Take mental notes about what to say to make you laugh, how to make you smile so brightly. 

“You’re yet to drink your tea, dear brother. Something the matter?” Aegon’s voice pulls Aemond’s gaze away from his wife and the boy– shaking his head, Aemond moves to sip his tea. He knows Aegon is trying to stir the pot, well aware he knows of the rumours spreading about his wife. With the two of them sat together as comfortable as they are, it was as if they were parading their love in front of Aemond’s face– giving Aegon even more things to use against his brother. 

“A mere Stark boy stealing a prince’s wife. It’s a truly sad tale” Aegon says lowly to Aemond, barely biting back a smile as he teases his brother. Aemond had always been the more level headed brother, calmer and more reserved than Aegon – he was never one to publicly display his anger. But in this moment, the thought of stringing Aegon along the table of cutlery sounded tempting to Aemond. 

“I suggest you hold your tongue” Aemond mutters, causing Aegon to let out a snort. Pushing back, Aemond’s gaze returns to your face— the sight of your smile easing him slightly. You never smile at him, hardly ever the last month that’s passed. But he remembers when you used to, on your wedding day and the first few days that followed.

“You and your tongues” Aegon tuts, referring to Aemond’s threat of severing yours that one night at the dinner table. Cregan, Alicent and Otto discuss their leave tomorrow morn at the end of the table— their words bringing Aemond some relief.

At least the Stark boy will leave Kings landing, be as far away from my wife as possible. Aemond thinks to himself as he picks at his nail beds absentmindedly.

“And what of your son Brandon?” Alicent questions Cregan, causing Aemond’s ears to perk up at the mentioning of the boy beneath the tree. So that’s the Stark boy’s name.

“He will return to Winterfell in a month’s time. He wishes to stay longer, fascinated by your swordsmanship — he wishes to learn more of the sport” Cregan hums, catching Aemond’s full attention as he sees an opportunity at hand.

“If your son wishes to improve his swordsmanship, I shall tutor him. I best all the knights and swordsman in Kings landing, you’ll find no better than me” Aemond announces, the eyes around the table shifting to look at him. Alicent wears a look of confusion at her son’s sudden proposal. She comes to realisation why he jumped at the opportunity when she glances at the two beneath the tree— she tuts and turns away.

“He would be honoured, my prince. We give thanks to you” Cregan says, smiling at Aemond with appreciation— unaware of the man’s true intentions. Aemond nods, turning to look at the boy he plan to soon rid of.

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a/n: sorry if there’s any typos— half of it is unedited :p

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Hello there! I hope you don’t mind (or if I’m not bothering) but is it possible to request yandere headcanons for Fire bird? Oh! Also, thank you for your amazing works (remember to take care of yourself!) and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Not at all, dear, I am more than happy to!

And thank you for the considerate words. You do that, too, alright?

⸸ O-02-101 (The Firebird) ⸸

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made a mythical creature from Slavic folklore into an attention-seeking pretty boy. OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

"Nothing brings this Abnormality as much joy as a good hunt would, especially when the prey being hunted is him."

⸸ Imagine...he was once a bird of legend. A volucris of such beautiful plumage that thousands of men died because of their greed for his feathers.

⸸ If he were to soar the skies in the dead of night, he would shine over the world like a second sun.

⸸ But now, his feathers had become so black, they look no different from the void in space. The only remainder of his former legendary status was the weak flame of his heart. It is burning just bright enough to show that he is alive...but not living.

⸸ People had long stopped believing in him. No longer do people consider his feather a sign of good fortune, nor are they willing to go on dangerous quests to hunt him down.

⸸ So, is there really still a point for his existence?

⸸ As would be expected from someone who craves attention, O-02-101 detests Insight work. Their poor darling who is only doing it because it is their job would have to endure the full brunt of his tantrum.

⸸ No, he will not lash out or speak up about it. That would be too indignant for someone magnificent like him. He isn't a savage like those Birds. Instead, his darling would have to realize what he wants on their own.

⸸ While they wipe away the beads of sweat rolling down their face, they fail to realize that the reason why the temperature is so hot, is because O-02-101 is fuming.

⸸ Because how dare they pay more attention to that funny machine on the wall. Was that thing more intriguing than him? Said funny machine is actually his containment unit's thermostat, and the poor agent is trying to adjust the room temperature.

⸸ He may consider himself better than than the other Abnormalities, but he wouldn't be classified as a WAW for nothing.

⸸ On the not so rare occasion he is upset about his darling, his containment unit's temperature would rise by one degree (in Celsius) for every line they cross. The normal room temperature is 10 degrees, which may seem cool enough...until one realizes how easily triggered he is.

⸸ To make matters worse for his darling, he is also triggered by positive treatment.

⸸ Just to list the few ways Agent N provoked him:

Not paying enough attention to him

Paying him too much attention

Complimenting his appearance

Rejecting his EGO gift

Mentioning Abnormalities, O-02-62, O-02-56, O-02-40, and F-01-37

...and the list goes on.

⸸ He doesn't mean to burn or hurt his darling...but he would be lying if he said seeing them struggle because of him doesn't bring him pleasure. He enjoys knowing that even like this, he is still a challenge to deal with. No one wants to look easy now, do they?

⸸ Rest assured, he would never let his darling die. The moment he sees them collapse, he will use his flames to regenerate their wounds, both physical and mental.

⸸ And as the Manager (and everyone else) would eventually realize, his concern for the agent is the only way to prevent him from trying to burn everything down. His sadism would naturally produce a high number of PE boxes, but his Qlipoth Counter level won't drop if he's too preoccupied with his beloved's wellbeing.

⸸ Though this shouldn't be abused because if their Darling truly does die, a single burning room will be the least of the Manager's problems.

"For the sake of the facility, it is better to sacrifice Agent N to avoid a department-wide fire by O-02-101."

⸸ The rule of thumb is: don't let him feel unnoticed or unappreciated. But remember to not stroke his ego too much that he feels confident enough to breach.

⸸ In the event that he does, he will most likely just be following his beloved agent around. The facility's temperature may rise dramatically, but this is nothing lethal compared to what he will be provoked.

"O-02-101 may love to be sought after, but that doesn't mean the Abnormality won't pay back kindly in its own way. Unless the facility has enough fire-extinguishers, do not suppress it."

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Anon, your request inadvertently opened up a lot of ideas for me.

⸸ Elsa's Snow Queen/King's headcanons

⸸ Firebird's rivalry against the Birds of Black Forest and SQ/K

⸸ Or maybe said birds begrudgingly 'sharing' their darling

Hi, this is my first time requesting even though I really want to say to you that the Xiao fic you wrote entitled Lament was so good that I am biting my tounge while reading to prevent me from (s)creaming because it was such a chef's kiss.

May I ask if you plan to write a yandere Kazuha? I just really love him. A praise-deprived Kazu which his desire enhances whenever his darling (reader) praises him with no idea of what effect she does.

I just thought that if he's a yandere it would fit if he's a bit younger like 2 or 3 years as the reader would treat him as her younger brother and have known each other as kids which that the reader dotes on him.

Praises him on little things like starting a fire or getting her a sweet fruit in the middle of the forest as we could see Kazu's eyes turning in the shape of heart and she has no idea of what effect she has on him. :)

thank you so much for reading that fic! I still feel somewhat unsure of that fic sometimes, so this comment really helped ease my fears :)

content warning: female reader, stalking tendencies, yandere behaviour—read the tin. you get what you come for, after all.

Late getting around to this since I've just returned from a hiatus, but yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Love the idea of an older darling that’s very much the big sister type. I imagined a bit differently, with darling being the member of Beidou’s ship who has a big family that she’s had to leave behind to follow Beidou. 

And your heart is always so soft for pitiful things, especially since seeing such a lonely, sad young man like Kazuha when Captain Beidou first introduces him to the rest of the Crux members. He doesn’t speak, eyes always downcast whenever you approach him and ask him if he’s well, whether he’s comfortable, what you can do to ease his journey on the ship. Nothing, but he glances away when you approach. 

Well, no matter. You’re one of Captain Beidou’s, and you’re made of sterner stuff. You stop asking questions, even as the rest of your crewmates keep questioning him. What you do is take care of him, coming and going with water, warm soup, little snacks you’ve managed to haggle from the stingy chef on the Alcor. He accepts your offers without a word, only a nod in thanks, the red of his eyes soft, and it warms your heart to see the young man getting more lively in the way he’s moving about the ship. 

He starts opening up a lot more, telling you and Beidou of imminent storms, predicting weather as though he were the Raiden Shogun herself manipulating the storms. The flurry of compliments makes him turn away from you in embarrassment as he would give his thanks. You delight in the sound of his voice, taking to keep him next you and under your wings, determined to have him close. It’s been a long time since you've been really able to take care of anyone like this, and you relish in the opportunity.

The day that he reveals his name is the day you take it upon yourself to use it as often as you can. Kazuha, you’d say, let me do this for you. Tell me about this. And when you ask him whether you could change the bandage on his hand for him, Kazuha looks at you from under his lashes and nods. The lad’s been through so much, you could tell, from the worn calluses on the pads of his fingers and the angry red burn at the centre of his palm. The wound has healed long ago, but there must be a reason he still wears it, so you take the most attentive care in wrapping it.

And as you both travel to and fro, according to whatever whims Captain Beidou feels like following, Kazuha sticks close to you. You praise him as you would your younger siblings at home, a note of compliment never far whenever he does anything of note, whether it be raising the sails, telling the weather, reciting poetry, practicing his sword. You’re not a fighter, being the supplies manager and quartermaster to Juza, but you knew a little here and there. Whenever you’d cross blades with Kazuha, he’d never go easy on you, saying something about there’s honour in giving one’s all against a worthy opponent. You always laugh and ruffle his hair, gushing about how he’s so strong. He always smiles, crimson eyes sparkling as he soaks in your words, a little hum as you bump shoulders with him. Thank you, he tells you, and his answer is airy, as though he were struggling to breathe.

It’s great, having such a mild-mannered young man to fuss over. Nothing like your own rowdy siblings at home who whine at the slightest hint of you ruffling their hair or scolding them about finishing their foods. Kazuha is so considerate too, always leaving you the best cut of the fish that he finds or the most perfect of all the apples he gathers whenever the Alcor docks close to the forests of Mondstadt. Nowadays, whenever you show the slightest discomfort, Kazuha’s always the one speaking up for you, suggesting for you to take a break. 

It’s perfect, having Kazuha as a friend. There’s just one thing… Just one small oddity. He follows you a little too closely. Listens a little too carefully. Whenever you go run your errands, to restock the supplies, to ask for repairmen, Kazuha—even though he’s been assigned his own duties—always appears a few minutes later, breezily saying that he’s done his own tasks and came to see if you were having troubles. Left or right you look, Kazuha is always there. He always finds you.

It gets a little too much, even with your casual nature of always being so warm and inviting. And when you bring it up to Kazuha, a question of, “Maybe we should meet up later, Kazuha? I’m sure you’d like to spend some time by yourself.”

Kazuha shakes his head. “No need,” he says calmly, crimson eyes a little too bright against the sunlight. “I like being close to you.”

You swallow. Not that you didn’t enjoy it, but it was frazzling your nerves, his eyes ever-present in your peripheral, never moving an inch from you. Not even your own siblings had ever been this clingy in their younger days. “Boys your age…” you trail off. “Don’t they prefer to be alone? I’m sure you don’t want me to ruin your fun.”

“Why would you say that?” Kazuha tilts his head, inspecting the way you furrow your brows. He places his fingers over yours, bandages ghosting over your skin. Raises your hand and presses a kiss to the back, the touch of his lips sending up warning shivers. Kazuha says softly, “I’m only worried about you. That’s why I’m here. Is that a problem…?”

“No, no,” you hurry to say, afraid of hurting his feelings, squeezing his hands tight and forcing a smile on your face. Kazuha smiles back, and for a second, the world seems alright, the breeze gentle and soft against your neck. 

But you still couldn’t shake off that feeling, as though the autumn wind had arrived a season earlier than anticipated, its airy blade ready to trim all the green leaves from a summering tree.

CAPITANO rarely gets carried away. as a harbinger, he is well known for his prowess in combat and petrifying demeanor. he stands well over seven feet tall — the ominous mask adorning his face not making him look any less intimidating. his gloved hands are so large that he could crush your skull with ease if he felt like it. despite all of this, your lover is never anything but gentle with you. his hugs are soft, strokes on your hair even softer.

and yes, it even transfers into the bedroom. capitano’s touches against your skin barely put pressure against your skin — just enough to let you know he’s still there. never a rushed moment, he takes his time prepping and spoiling you from the moment he lays you back on the bed. as much as you beg him to let you pleasure him, his guttural huffs tell you that he prefers it like this. you tell him it’s okay to be rougher, to be more domineering — but is it really a good idea when his cock is larger than your forearm?

as much of a sucker as he is for you, being rough with you is something that he clearly has a problem with doing. even though a voice in the back of his head is telling him to give in, the rational part is warning him of the consequences of being selfish. you absolutely don’t care — you’re dead set on him touching you as if you’re anything but glass. hours and days of following him around and begging him shamelessly finally pay off. he begrudgingly agrees but tells you that this is what you asked for. you’re so excited by the prospect of something different that you don’t even register his warning.

oh, how you should have.

tattered blankets and the feathers of ruined pillows litter the floor and bed. the bed frame is practically caved in, the beautiful canopy above now crumbling in on itself. and the headboard? completely pulverized under capitano’s monstrous grip. even as your body is screaming for rest, he still hasn’t let up on you. now forgoing the metal mask he usually wears, he’s become a feral creature with a one-track mind. his long, slimy tongue slides itself over every inch of bare skin available to him — saliva coating your upper body and parts of your face.

how many orgasms have you had? what time was it? what day was it? you didn’t have an answer to any one of these questions. you thought that after his first two orgasms that he would be done. hah, how wrong you were. the grip that his clawed hands had on your hips was certainly going to leave many dark bruises the next day. the remains of your bedsheets below were soaked in your release, however many it was after you lost count. you were so deep into overstimulation that tears poured down your burning cheeks to mix with his spit.

it felt like his cock only kept getting bigger and bigger each time he speared it into your poor pussy. the tip hit so deep you swore that you could absolutely feel it in your guts — which wouldn’t be too far off. he seemed so entranced by the feeling of his unhinged dominance, so far gone. no matter how many times you tapped his arm to let him know you couldn’t take it, it went completely ignored. you knew that he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied, until he had used your body like a fleshlight with no regard for anything else. the feral look in capitano’s eye only served to remind you of the words he spoke before your fate was sealed.

“this is what you asked for.”

“✨🎩”

By えんぴつ01