❀ 𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌.

— meant to be yours. 

pairing: yandere!kazuha / fem!reader

genre: smut

wordcount: 2.5k (this was supposed to be short smh)

warnings: yandere, noncon, manipulation, misogyny (not a lot but it’s there), somnopholia, physical abuse, choking (not in a kinky way), non consensual drugging, mind break, dacryphilia, dumbification, creampie, oral (receiving), vaginal fingering

summary: when you met kazuha you’re immediately enamored by him. He listens, he cares, brings you gifts, he was perfect. At least that was what you thought. 

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Jealous Venti stuff cause I'm on that rn

Warnings: general sagau, possessiveness I suppose, mild codependency

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Obviously you can only split your attention so many directions, it was inevitable something would eventually slip through.

Venti was just so sure it would never be him, and yet...

Five minutes was nothing, not in the face of the eternity he'd been waiting before you descended.

He mental cringed at how much like Ei that sounded.

Five minutes turned to ten, which soon rolled over into twenty. But he was nothing if not dutiful, or perhaps that was just another way of saying obsessive.

Dutiful, obsessive, completely and utterly infatuated, what did the wording matter, the end result was the same. The end result was him willing to stand outside your chamber door all night, if only to confirm you had really slept somewhere else, potentially even with someone else.

It made him nauseous. Worse than nauseous. It made him feel as if a black hole was consuming him from the inside, tearing his body apart at an atomic level.

That was a normal thing to feel, right? A deep set hatred, one he never even thought himself capable of, when your attention was anywhere but him.

Not at you, god never at you. The day he started feeling anything less than complete bliss at simply the thought of you was the day he'd die, by his own hands if it came to that.

No it wasn't you, it was everything else, every single thing in the entire never ending universe that wasn't you or him simply didn't matter. It didn't deserve the emotional energy that would be wasted, that would be better spent on you.

It was around the two hour mark now, 7,243 second to be more precise.

Venti's legs were starting to hurt, his unwillingness to move even the slightest centimeter until he finally layed eyes on you was catching up to him.

You should have been back by now...

He played with the idea of going to look for you himself multiple times throughout the past two hours, but the thought of being gone when you did finally return, the thought of you closing your chamber door in order to rest, effectively barring him from seeing you until morning—

His waiting did finally pay off, the sight of you entering his peripheral, his ability to breathe halting momentarily.

It took only a mere two seconds before you were no longer on your feet, knocked to the ground with the force of a thousand winds, or at least the one who controlled them.

"Venti??"

"Where were you?"

It was said with such unfiltered sadness from where he lay on top of you, his hands snaking around your waist so your position was something closer to a hug.

"I— I was with Kaeya—" You stuttered, thrown slightly off guard.

Venti's grip noticeably tightened.

You regained your composure and elaborated, "After the meeting, which went on for longer than expected, he wanted to update me on a Treasure Hoarder situation that was being monitored."

You weren't particularly surprised by Venti's sudden display of affection, but the fact he didn't even wait until you were inside your bedroom was a bit suspicious.

"You shouldn't be bothered with that," he was quick to retort, a mild venom lacing his words, "It's his job, is Kaeya so incompetent that he has to rope you into such trivial matters?"

'He was just doing it so he could spend more time with you.'

That part went unspoken, its implication hanging in the air.

You were starting to see a bit more of the picture, maneuvering yourself to a sitting up position with a sigh and allowing him to wordlessly crawl into your lap, burying his face against you as you stroked his hair.

"I promise you it was something that required my attention, but I'm sorry for making you wait nonetheless."

Venti let out a hum, seemingly satisfied with your answer, or maybe it was just the fact he couldn't be anything but wholly happy in this position if he tried.

The repetitive movement of finger gliding through his hair halted for a moment, it was only a moment but fear immediately coursed through him at the thought of you pulling away.

"Maybe we could move out of the middle of the hallway now?"

Oh. Right. You were both still on the floor. Although, in your embrace, he could have been in the depths of the abyss itself and wouldn't have bothered to notice.

You got a small, almost completely unnoticeable nod in return, choosing to cautiously return to a standing position as Venti's hold barely loosened.

It would be practically impossible to walk even five feet like this, so you opted on deploying strategy A, created for this exact situation after the fifth time it happened.

You moved your hand to brush over his face, catching his attention as he pulled back just enough to allow you to position it under his chin, as you then pushed his head up to his eyes met yours.

An unknown question died in his throat as your lips quickly captured his own, it only took half a second before he melted into it, succumbing to all the glory that was you.

You waited a second longer before pulling away, ensuring that he would be too out of it to try and stop you.

Just as you expected, he was practically putty, allowing you to simply drag him along as he slowly came down from that high. The next thing he consciously registered was he was somehow in your room, laying at the foot of your bed as you exited bathroom with a pair of pajamas on.

"Your grace please..." Venti whined, the realization that you took advantage of his blissed out state, albeit not in the way he would have liked, dawning. "That's not fair..."

"Well I'm sorry that the bed is more comfortable than the hallway floor."

Once you finally situated yourself in a comfortable position Venti went back to draping himself on top of you, resting his head between your shoulder and neck, soaking up all warmth you provided.

It only took a minute for him to remember why you were late again, unpleasant feelings once again festering.

"You know," Venti started, his breath against your neck causing you to shiver, "If Treasure Hoarders are the reason, maybe I should just take care of them tomorrow, since Kaeya can't seem to."

The last part of that was mumbled, but audible nonetheless. You let out a hum in response.

"I don't think that's necessary."

Well that hurt.

Did you not think he was capable? Had he not proven himself time and time again to be incredibly capable of taking care of some of the less than pleasant problems you faced? Did you think Kaeya was more capable than him???

"Your grace, I'm not quite sure you understand my intentions."

Venti was quick to grab your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it with a wink. "I would make the world bleed for you. I want you to rely on me."

You almost felt the need to laugh, someone offering to be your rock to lean on? To be your solid ground amidst a sea of uncertainty? A part of you found it amusing, and a part of you found it sad.

Venti seemed to read your blatant apprehension.

"No one else matters," he continued, "No one ever will. I could make everything about you."

He moved his head to face you, so you could see how genuine his eyes were.

"You wouldn't have to worry about anything, ever." He inched closer with every word, "Not the Treasure Hoarders, not Kaeya or the knights or Mondstadt. I'd take care of it all." Venti finished, his lips barely a hairs breath away from yours, wanting that small gap to close but never taking.

You want it, him, the promise he gives but could never keep. That was just the problem wasn't it, your wants didn't matter, you had a role to fill.

You pulled away, the rift between you growing, Venti let out a pained sigh.

"Do you really hate me that much?"

He sounded genuinely heartbroken, as if he would much prefer you to have physically hurt him than even insinuate you didn't want to touch him.

"You know I don't." You replied in an exhausted tone, "If the circumstances were different, if I wasn't me, there would be nothing that could stop me from taking you up on that. But I can't abandon them, and it's not fair to ask you to pick up the slack."

Venti's face darkened, of course they were the problem, they would always be the problem.

"So selfless..." There was a bitter tone to his voice, a bite that challenged anyone who wanted to even try and stop him from taking you all to himself, "They don't deserve it."

You winced slightly at his tone, a movement he felt. He offered an apology in the form of soft kisses pressed against your collarbone, lazy movements as his hair tickled your neck.

You bit back a giggle, feeling his actions leading him up your neck, then to your jaw, eventually peppeing your face while intentionally avoiding your lips.

"Venti! Venti Venti it tickles!" You squeaked out laughing, unable to stop at how you felt him smile against you.

He pressed a final kiss to you forehead, drawing that one out before pulling back, his expression once again going somber.

"I'm being honest you know, just say the word, I'll take care of everything you could ever want, I'd do it all for you in a heartbeat. You'd never have to rely on anyone else, no more incompetent untrustworthy people that don't even deserve to look at you. I could deal with anyone who tries to come between that. I'm an Archon, your Archon, use me like one."

It was enticing, but then again when was he not. The visual image of living something of a normal life, Venti being there to ensure it. No longer being the foundation which the entire world happily rested on, instead using him as your foundation.

It was a nice thought, but that's how it would remain.

"Come on, let's sleep, I'm tired."

That statement was more truthful than anyone could ever imagine, you were tired, physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, all four at once.

A tiny part of you hoped, as much as you didn't feel you deserved it, that when you did finally crack, when the foundation you had forged yourself into finally reached its weight capacity, it would be his arms that you would fall into.

Genshin men when you go quiet in bed (minors dni)

Childe loathes when you go quiet. Eyes narrowing in a glare that makes you freeze, he intends to make you scream for him. his hips move faster against you, cruel and with no remorse. Once he finds the spot that makes you see stars, he whispers a small "there baby?" and chases after it mercilessly. He feels the lick of pleasure when you are clawing at his skin and screaming his name.

Nothing goes past zhongli's attentive eyes. He knows what to do to make you tremble with pleasure. You gulp when you notice a shift in his eyes. His eye lids lower as he runs his hands all over your trembling body. Hums in appreciation when you let out a cry finally. You bury your head against his bare chest as you sniffle helplessly to his relentless efforts to bring you to pleasure.

Ayato spanks your ass raw when you go quiet. Chuckles darkly against your ears as you clutch his arm helplessly. "Hurts baby?" He asks in mock concern as you whimper and nod your head. Makes you grind against his thighs as he runs a soothing hand against your asscheeks. He would absolutely hate it when you go quiet so you better be loud.

So you dared to go quiet around scaramouche. He would devour you and you have no choice but to tremble under him. He's bruising your skin in punishment and is very harsh with degradation. Would choke you and glare at you with so much fire in his eyes. Don't be surprised when you wake up with bite marks all over your skin. After all he prefers dolls that cry.

Kaeya seemed calm. Too calm at first. But you should know that the punishment for your silence would be harsh. You can't help but sob when he pulls away from you completely before you cum. You learnt that ruined orgasms aren't worth it. So you beg for his touch, his cock and anything shamelessly. He is amused that the simplest touch from him makes you shiver and cry.

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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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𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗜𝗠 !

˖˚˳⊹ riding him silly feat. kazuha : heizou : xiao : itto : diluc : cyno x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗛𝗔

you started off with slow grinding until you were satisfied with kazuha‘s moans and grunts, filthy words running out of his mouth on how good you made him feel right now. Your hands were placed against his chest once you picked up on pace, bringing your face closer to his to kiss him hungrily. You felt kazuha‘s hand on your hair, pulling you down harsher as you let more of his cock into your tight cunt.

he twitched around you violently once kazuha cried out your name, the vibrations going straight through you as he helped you up and down his throbbing member. "I‘m so close." kazuha‘s whining this sentence out, chewing onto his lower lip before looping his arms around your waist to hold you closer, thrusting up your messy cunt in the process. You‘re panting while hovering over him, kazuha‘s making your entire body convulse in ecstasy right now, looking up at you while enjoying the facial expressions you made for him. He felt the knot deep in his gut break any moment now as he finally shot his load in your cunt which was greedily swallowing up everything he gave you. Kazuha breathed out heavily, bathing in his afterglow while you carefully ran your fingers down his chest, praising him for doing so well tonight.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

heizou was clearly enjoying himself very much right now. He couldn‘t help it but flash you an obvious grin while you were riding him so fucking nicely. Your breath was hitching whenever he‘d squeeze your hips while helping you up and down faster. Your thighs were beginning to strain from doing almost all the work, it wasn‘t fair!

"you‘re doing so great." heizou was saying that with a breathy laugh, almost pseudo like, he absolutely adored seeing you struggle because of his girth and couldn‘t stop looking at your fucked out expression. You were doing so good, grinding yourself harder against his cock while also simultaneously rising up and down his length. Heizou swore he saw stars when you thrusted particularly hard down on his cock, his grab on you became more powerful than before, now practically pushing you up and down himself. At this point all you could really do was lay forward to get some sort of support, hugging heizou tightly while he started thrusting up your heat, taking over your previous attempts in pleasuring you so that it was him who was now taking the lead. Your eyes rolled back at the lewd noises of your juices oozing out of your hole when you could feel your climax approach you any minute now.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗫𝗜𝗔𝗢

you‘re going slow, pulling yourself on xiao to straddle him, throbbing cock underneath your warm cunt, your folds dragging steadily over his length to coat him with your juices. You smiled at him— some sort of calming him down, he‘s so anxious right now, doesn‘t know where to put his hands as you took them in yours and placed them on your hips.

you pushed forward before taking a hold of his cock, lining yourself up with it before gradually lowered your whole weight on his aching length. Xiao is closing his eyes as they rolled back, spine arching into your heat before you placed your hands on his chest, beginning now to move, circling your hips whenever he‘d be fully sheathed in you for additional pleasure. Xiao‘s on cloud nine right now, fingers digging harsher into your hips as he tried his hardest not to pass out from the shock waves that ran all over his body. His attention went to where your bodies met, looking at how your cunt was sucking him in, his cum and your juices pooling down your hole and coating him thoroughly. He was so close, could practically taste his release on his tongue as you picked up on pace, your body advancing forward so you‘d be flushed with his own, catching his lips to kiss him lovingly. You wanted to make him feel good, picking up on pace as you already dreamed about getting filled up with his seed.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢

itto opened his eyes to see your own which were filled with lust, staring right down at him. You lowered yourself to wrap your arms around his neck, your cunt sucking him in before beginning to fuck yourself against his throbbing member. He‘s already so fucking close, itto was already dreaming about cumming all deep inside you, cock twitching while being enveloped in your walls.

your breathing is ragged, thighs beginning to strain before your thrusts faltered, the inevitable orgasm gradually coming through. It‘s almost as if you encouraged itto to dig his fingers harsher against the soft flesh of your body. Not to mention that you now proceeded to do something he was going fucking crazy over. You‘re propping yourself up with your arms, fingers tracing over your stomach seductively until they hit your breasts, lazily circling your digits around your nipples before pinching down on your aching tit. Itto‘s rolling his eyes back at the sight, crying out as he felt you clench around his member while you rocked your hips back and forth his cock, walls hugging him tightly. "Oh fuck." hips finally jerking up as his eyes scrunched shut, moaning out as his thick cum pooled inside of you. Itto was cumming so much, the hot sensation filling your belly before you collapsed on top of him, mind turning hazy as the both of you came down from your climax while being soaked with each others juices.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

diluc‘s moan came out strangled as he heard you giggle at his flustered state, "you‘re doing so well." the way you were voicing said sentence made multiple shivers run down his spine. You’re leaving soft smooches on his lips, grip on your thighs tightening when the pecks turned into open mouthed kisses, heated and needy.

arousal flushed from through your cunt to all over his cock, staining him greatly while you lined yourself up with his member, slowly lowering your whole body weight on him once diluc whined out heavily, biting down on his lower lip to prevent himself from being any louder. It‘s almost embarrassing for him, the way he unraveled like this, you being the only person who‘s able to make him succumb to those pleasures. Your cunt was swallowing him whole, hips circling up and down as you smeared your arousal all over his lower region. "Darling." he‘s huffing out, sobbing as you dragged yourself up and down his length, sucking in a deep breath before rolling your eyes back at the feeling of his tip remotely hitting that one sweet spot of yours. The both of you are gone, honestly diluc could do this all day, getting used by you might become an addiction.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗬𝗡𝗢

cyno felt your bare body underneath his fingertips, you were feeling fragile almost even if it was you who was desperately riding him silly. You‘re trying so hard right now! it was way too adorable in his eyes and he just couldn‘t get enough of it. "i‘m so close." he‘s meeting your eyes again, hungry yet sweet, in combination with utter desire for you. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cock remotely hitting that one sweet spot of yours, grinding against him harder in the process.

cyno whined at the picked up pace, in one moment pulling your face down to meet your lips with his own, teeth crushing against each other as your tongue fought with his. He‘s refraining for a moment, leaving open mouthed kisses along your jaw and nipping on it with his teeth, both hands still holding for his dear life along your hips. Cyno was trying his hardest to be of help for you, yet he was barely able to comprehend anything anymore. The complete ache in your lower region was driving you insane, a moan falling from past your throat and running over the walls, hips bucking against his throbbing cock again. "cyno, baby" you suddenly gasped, a hint of a growl accompanying your pleading voice as you clenched onto his cock, collapsing on top of him as the both of you unraveled against each others warmth. Cyno‘s cock was twitching violently inside of you, grazing with his fat vein over your walls before he released himself in thick white spurts. The both of you were breathing out heavily against each other, still fondling with your bodies as you sighed out, watching the dried up sweat on cyno‘s skin was having goosebumps running up your skin.

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covetous (m)

summary: Romantic date with your husband during the Naganohara Fireworks Festival seem to end horribly when he caught a man trying to take advantage of your naïvety. [1.7k words]

content warnings: rough sex + cunnilingus + pussy smacking + mild dubcon (just to be safe) + spoiler for scaramouche’s real name+ we called him my lord + established relationships (married to him) + yandere themes + violence + possessiveness + breeding + doggy style. (dark content}

pairing: scaramouche/kunikuzushi x f! reader

keyword¹: shoji — (in japan) a sliding outer or inner door made of a latticed screen covered in white paper.

author note: for the sake of the plot, i used his real name on this hihi! This means he’s not a fatui butttt it does imply that he’s had a lot of power in Inazuma wink wonk!!!!!! not to confident of this because it was a little rushed? im so sorry about that 😭

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In your defence, it wasn’t technically your fault that it had happened. The brand new kimono Kunikuzushi had personally asked Miss Oguro Mio tailored for you was too beautiful to not wear for your outing. It wasn’t often you managed to follow your husband around the city during the Naganohara Fireworks Festival. He preferred to keep you inside of his estate, safe and sound with no threats looming over dark hallways or set amid the crowd. But tonight, he gives in with enough persuasion, rolling his eyes when you had dramatically clung on his legs with teary eyes and pouty lips begging for him to take you.

“It’s going to be romantic, my lord! I can’t see the fireworks from here too, so please, let me go with you!”

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First of all, this blog of yours is a blessing. Your yandere works are just ♡♡♡♡♡ I cannot even put it on words. Thanks to you, now I know Lobotomy Corporation and I can't get enough of it. I need to know more about this game, the lore, the abnormalities and everything it can offer.

And secondly, I don't know much about Der Freischütz & Funeral of the Dead Butterflies, but can I request a yandere drabbles/one-shot/headcanons about them? I don't play the game (yet) but the second I saw those two, they got my attention (and my heart).

I hope I don't bother you with my request.

P.s: did I already say your writings are just that perfect I can't stop re-reading them?

⸸ The Devilish Marksman and the Caged Butterfly ⸸

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where a sexy butterfly wants to encase you in his coffin, but the devil said no. OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

Note: read until the end for my person message to Anon.

Love.

Der Freischütz might have been a human once, but he never understood what that thing called 'love' was. It was an alien concept, a subject that he could never hope to understand.

So when he was but a mere human, he scoffed at the Devil.

"The person I love most, you say?" he jeered. "No such person exists."

But it did.

Perhaps he have should known given how much he cared about himself and no one else. At the very least, he should have predicted that the seventh bullet would pierce no one else's heart but his own.

One might think he always had one, given how his iciness seemed to always melt off around his favourite Agent, but no.

First and foremost, he became a Devil because his predecessor saw him for what he was. Heartless.

And as a Devil, it would be an insult to call his soul-binding contract something as fickle and fleeting as 'love'.

He found it rather laughable how humans were so desperate for it. Throughout the millennia, he had seen so many blind themselves with rose-tinted glasses because they couldn't stand the thought of anything tarnishing its image.

But if enabling that blindness would make things easier for him, then who was he to complain?

For his beloved little Contractee, he would do anything to be serviceable. Anything to keep them compliant.

He would protect them, teach them how to best use his EGO equipment and gift, and perhaps even take care of them. He could feign politeness, empathy, offer his condolences when he must, and as you must be beginning to see, the Marksman could even play the role of a charismatic gentleman if he wanted to.

It was a front he never bothered with before, since most of his contracts lasted as long as his bounties did.

But for this one, why not?

Heed my warning, though. Never assume for a moment that he would extend that same hospitality to others. That is a privilege belonging only those bound to him.

He might swear to protect them, doing everything in his power to keep them from danger, but the price was insurmountable. The facility would be drained of its energy, and dozens would die, not only because of his magical bullets, but because of all the collateral damage caused by the breaching of other Abnormalities.

It wouldn't matter though.

Damn everyone to hell if anyone other than him were to kill his Contractee.

They might come running to him, demanding or begging him to cease his slaughter. Perhaps they might even even try to teach or urge him to at the very least feign concern for the lives of others, but he never will.

They were his to protect, but he was never theirs to control.

On the contrary, T-01-68 was...he could never be called pliant, but he was certainly more considerate towards his beloved more than the Devil.

Whereas Der Freischütz was blunt and straightforward with his 'affections', the Butterfly would be careful with his words and gestures. Not because he wanted to earn their trust, but because he genuinely wanted to avoid causing them any more unnecessary pain.

God knows how much they had to endure on a daily basis already.

It was well-known across the facility that T-01-68 existed to comfort those left behind, to honor the ones who passed away that didn't have anyone to remember them. It would simply be antithetical of him to hurt his beloved.

He was the shoulder they could cry on. When they wanted to run away from everything, they would come to his containment unit seeking sanctuary.

Not that Devil.

Deep down, the Butterfly was grateful for Der Freischütz being the way he was (and the rest of the Abnormalities for that matter). If not for his crass ways and bloodlust, their little Agent would have never come to him on their own volition.

He could never hurt them.

That was what he truly seemed to believe as he chased after his beloved down the winding hallways, actively seeking them out so he could finally rest their body inside his coffin.

This place was hell. Wasn't the Devil's presence enough confirmation for that? All these monsters, all these fanatics like WhiteNight and Blue Star promised salvation, but their ways were no less gruesome from the other abominations they swore to save their followers from.

While he would never call himself a god, he certainly believed that he was the only one who could truly give them the peace they needed.

If he must kill his beloved himself to keep that promise, he would.

The two would never see eye-to-eye, that much they had long come to accept. For the Marksman, T-01-68 was a headache to deal with, while the Undertaker found F-01-69 utterly difficult to tolerate.

Der Freischutz wanted to keep them alive. They were his to keep.

But the Butterfly wanted to give them the dignified death they deserved. It was the reason why they came to such a hellish place in the first place.

They both had a reason, and neither one were willing to give up.

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First of all, I would like to say thank you, thank you, thank you!

And it's no bother at all. I love to write headcanons, especially snippets, drabbles, and short fics, so I am more than happy to. Honestly, I'm just surprised I didn't get requests from these two, considering how popular they are among the fandom.

P.S: Did I already tell you how much reading this makes me happy? I'd love to see the fandom for this game grow bigger.

Hi! Could you write yandere headcanons for a mountain of smiling bodies?

⸸ T-01-75 (The Mountain of Smiling Bodies Yandere Headcanons) ⸸

(No Face went through rough times to be in Lobotomy Corporation...)

"From the death of hundreds, a single monstrosity was born."

⸸ The countless faces covering its body would appear inconceivable to anyone who looked at them. Withering, eyeless, and pale with death, it would be a miracle if anyone recognizes any of them to be their colleague's.

⸸ But just because humans couldn't, it didn't mean that the creature couldn't recognize any them. In fact, T-01-75 knew every single agent working in the facility, including the ones covering its body.

And you might just be the new addition to its collection.

⸸ T-01-75's obsession with a specific person would be rooted in the sole fact that it cannot eat them.

⸸ Try as it might, they were too durable, somehow always managing to best the Abnormality before it could pin them down and devour them.

⸸ Nothing says true love like wanting to be your darling's only killer.

⸸ T-01-75 would know its darling's scent, and would recognize it the moment another Abnormality dares to hurt them.

⸸ It's already bad enough for any and all agents to come to its containment unit injured (doing so will definitely lower the Qlipoth Counter).

⸸ But if you were someone T-01-75 is particularly attached to, it is 100% guaranteed that seeing any sort of injury on you will immediately send it on a roaring rampage of revenge (after it eats you, of course).

God forbid it if you were to die.

⸸ Will give you it's 'Smile' gift solely because it thinks your body is too weak. His gift gives you extra HP, and regardless of how your fortitude is, T-01-75 will always see you as fragile and fleeting.

⸸ Fleeting, because even though it can be hurt, maimed, and reduced to nothingness, T-01-75 will always live on.

⸸ So long as there are corpses, so long as there is meat and blood in this world, it will always come back.

⸸ But what about you? You, who is more than just the blood and flesh and bones that make up your body?

⸸ You would be gone.

⸸ Is it really difficult at all to understand why it wants to keep as much of your remains for itself?

·:¨༺     𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.    ༻¨:·.

— characters:  xiao, albedo, tartaglia, diluc

— warnings: suggestive, biting, i got a little sappy on childe’s sorry, also got carried away on dilucs (sorry again), hickeys galore! MINORS DNI!

— notes:  my debut piece for this blog >:) hehe i hope u guys enjoy it <3

꒰ ★ ꒱ XIAO.

→ i’d like to think he has little fangs—they prick your skin in the best way possible.

→ and at first, he was afraid of hurting you.

→ but with a little bit of coaxing, xiao bites the juncture between your neck and shoulder, and the animalistic desire that courses through him should be illegal. he can feel your entire body shudder beneath him as his tongue laves over the mark he left.

→ he’s a big fan of seeing physical proof that you are his and his alone.

→ “x-xiao, careful,” you whine softly as his teeth nibble at the sensitive skin of your neck. his hips rut into yours at the same time his teeth grazes your pulse point and the noise you let out has him groaning.

→ “you’re mine.” he growls, low and deep in his chest, and the gasp you let out only makes him all the more harder as he sucks on the sensitive spot on your neck.

→ and the next morning, as you look in the mirror, you squint at all the little love bites littered across your neck and chest. you can see xiao staring at your reflection with a satisfied look on his face.

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I would sell my left kidney to have some mafia boss Venti content

content warning: yandere, possessive behaviour, unequal power dynamic. reader disrection is advised.

Okay, I've had this thought before! Because Venti's definitely the one who seems super happy-go-lucky—the type to murder someone in cold blood, but smiling as though he were playing a game, humming all the while a cheerful tune under his breath. The type to use extremely thin blades hidden away everywhere on his body in secret pockets no one knows. He's short, but he’s earned a reputation. The throwing-knife, stabby kind. And he likes to make his toys sing.

So how I imagine the backstory is that you’re an investigator that’s managed to worm your way into the family, working right under the boss himself—the same boss that’s been so unknown to your department, who’s so mysterious that no-one even knew their name, outside of the top family members.

How it begins is this: in the city of Tevyat, there are seven prominent groups in the underground. You've been sent on a mission to infiltrate the ones that call themselves Mondstadt, the so-called freedom fighters (though fighting for what freedom, you’re not sure). How you actually get in though, is far from the usual orthodox ways afforded to investigators of working their ways up to meeting the leaders. The higher-ups of the organization were exclusive and hidden, the boss of the family even moreso.

But of all the bosses in Teyvat—archons, the populace calls them, since they’re similar to magistrates in that they set down the unspoken laws of the underground—the Mondstadt archon is the most unknown one. In fact, there had been rumours he’d already been killed, or stuck in a coma, or some other tragic event. The head of the Mondstadt group is now Jean, who’s inherited it from the old guard composed of people like Varka, but she’s not the archon, which tells you that the Mondstadt archon hasn’t been killed at all. Not if the title was still used on some hidden piece no one knew. It seems that the archon’s just extremely laissez-faire in the governing of his group.

Unknown this archon may be, but somehow, through a stroke of luck, you end up saving someone with connections to him. Not that you were aware; you merely thought he was an eccentric singer. His name is Venti, and you save him from a cat, of all things, the little kitten circling the frightened man who keeps sneezing and shooing it away. My saviour, he positively sings it when he inspects you up and down after the offending kitten has been safely given back to its own (a little girl in red, who has quite an explosive imagination). There’s this gleam in his teal eyes when he calls your name, a sure sign of a mischievous trickster. That should have been the first sign. But you suspect nothing of his darker roots, taken in by his boyishly handsome looks. 

You still think he’s a normal civilian, so when Venti insists on rewarding you for your bravery (it shall be sung in ballads, he says with a smirk) by bringing you to a fancy dinner party as his guest, you accept reluctantly. Not because you want to go, but more so because this man sticks around you like sticky rice, refusing to let himself from your side even as you’re making your investigations. when you tell him you’re busy with matters. The excuse was that you’re interested in joining the Mondstadters, and that’s when his eyes twinkle. “Oh? Why would you want to associate with a bunch of thugs?”

“I think their philosophy is interesting,” you tell him half-truths, something about seeking power and admiring the Mondstadt archon and freedom in joining their group. If it could even be called freedom, how many rules and regulations the families set down in order to prevent territory wars.

“I see!” Venti claps his hands together. “Maybe you’ll find the party useful then! It has quite a number of notable attendants. Perhaps their connections will help you.”

“Notable? You mean like celebrities?”

“…you could say that!” Venti says while laughing.

Strangely enough, even though Venti’s broke—you’ve seen the poor state of his wallet, nary a penny to his name—he manages to send you this expensive suit set, complete with this little brooch at the lapel, emerald gem pinned, a pattern of the wind etched onto it. You don’t think much of it, much more aghast at the fact that Venti was able to afford this item—he could barely pay for his drinks whenever he dragged you to the bar with him, and even then, you paid for him half the time. The other half of the time consists of Venti putting the drinks on his tab and getting scolded for it by the red-haired bartender. So shocked were you, you don’t even ponder how it is that he knew where you lived. After moving to a new location because of this assignment, you’ve never told anybody your new home.

You attend the party. Grasping at straws, because the secrets of the boss were so highly protected, you sigh and make yourself decent enough to go. When you hand in the invitation, the guards at the front widening their eyes at the chicken-scratch of Venti’s writing, they let you in without a fuss, even bowing profusely at you as you step through the door. Rich people are weird, and it seems like the people they hire are even weirder, you think absentmindedly as you wander around the halls of this luxurious mansion. People give you a wide berth, occasionally glancing at the emerald gem you keep touching in some semblance of comfort at your lapel. 

It’s when you try to get to one of the break rooms to rest your feet that you finally understand what Venti meant when he said there may be “prominent figures”. Because the person you almost knock over is the acting boss of the family, Jean.

She’s there, apologizing so softly, so politely, as you try to keep yourself from showing any of your shock on your face, your heart about to leap out of your mouth, beating so violently against your ribcage you think you may be ill. That’s when Venti pops in, that disarming smile, as always, present on his face. He’s surely laughing on the inside at your thoughts right now, racing so fast you struggle to keep up.

“So that’s your person, sir,’ Jean says, as Venti wraps his arm around your neck in a friendly hold—friendly only to him though, because you were finally beginning to understand. “You should keep a better watch. In this place… you never know who could take advantage.”

His.. person? Sir? The horror of the situation finally dawns itself on you, puzzle pieces sliding into place, as Venti nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck—an intimate gesture you’d gotten used to, having known him for months now, but only now does it make your mouth dry. Not with anticipation, no, but a deep unsettling dread that lodges itself in your throat. 

“It’s okay,” Venti says to Jean, the smile never leaving his face. His eyes shift to the brooch at your lapel, and his arm lets your neck go, sliding around your waist instead, pulling you toward him. “Everyone we’ve invited should know better than to displease the archon of Mondstadt, don’t you think? Not if they don’t want to get a knife in their eyes, I’d think. I do enjoy the loudness of their screams though.”

Jean shrugs, nonplussed at his violent words. “Whatever you say, sir. I’ll be going now. The guests will need to be watched extensively, after all.”

You watch her leave, and finally you open your mouth.

“What just… No, who are you?” 

Venti grins. “You said you wanted to join us, didn’t you?” His grip around your waist gets tighter, and you’re acutely aware that despite his slight form, he’s strong. Too strong for you to do anything about his touch, how his fingers are tapping on your hip bone a rhythm to an unknown song. “As your new boss, I must say…”

He leans into your ear, warm breath caressing the shell of your ears, voice sing-song with a smug satisfaction, “It’s such a pleasure to meet you.”

You swallow. You hadn’t even agreed to joining—but isn’t this what you’ve been working toward? So you smile weakly, say, “Likewise,” and pretend that his eyes are not sparkling at how your full attention is on him. Pretend that the kiss he presses to your cheek is just a friendly gesture—and not a mark of possession, like the one he’s pinned to the lapel of your suit, like the bruises you’ll find on your neck in the future, when Venti makes you sing like he’s always wanted.