Their Breakup Is So Funny To Me

I have bad news for you...

Atsushi owo

my favorite you (rui kamishiro x gn! reader)

warnings! slight suggestive content, fluff, angst

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"Ah..." Rui's voice was quiet as he pulled back the curtains covering the windows of his room. Outside, the rain was relentless, pouring down seemingly endlessly and filling the room with the sound pitter-pattering raindrops. His amber eyes seemed to sparkle as he turned to glance at where you sat on his plush bed, yawning. "Looks like you'll have to stay the night."

"Eh?" You glanced up at the male, eyes widening. "S-Stay the night??"

The purple-haired man shrugged, a smile playing at his lips. "It's either that or~" He gestured toward the ongoing torrent outdoors. "Having to walk home though that."

"But-"

"It'll be fine~ After all, there isn't any school tomorrow, so I don't see why not... unless you have some other unknown motives?" Rui smirked at you as he strided over next to you, sitting at your side.

"It's not that..." You felt your face grow warm at his accusation. As subtly as you could, you cleared your throat and turned back to Rui. "But my parents would get mad at me..."

"I'll text them." Rui smiled at you, still waiting for you to come up with a better excuse. "They'll understand, and they'd trust an all straight-a's student~"

You highly doubted his statement, but protested nonetheless. "But there's only one bed-"

"But there are multiple sleeping bags. You take the bed, and I'll take the ground. How about it? And if you get too cold, we could always share one~" Rui didn't take his gaze off of you, his golden eyes watching your every embarrassed movement. Your face flushed at the sensation of someone watching you, but you felt something inside of you cave in.

"Alright..." you half-sighed, half-said, slumping your shoulders. You were way too tired to be dealing with this. "Whatever then. Let's do it."

"Do it?" Rui's smirk never let his face as his expression only grew more cocky. "My, my, already becoming that suggestive, are we?"

Face burning at his nonchalant words, you whipped around to face him, which you were avoiding before. Pouting, you glared up at him accusingly. "You know that's not what I meant!!"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Now then, if you've calmed down enough, let's get ready for bed, shall we? I would cook dinner... but you know how that'd go..."

Still mildly seething, you managed to recall the last time Rui tried to bake something, instantly shuddering at the thought. "Let's not relive that."

Rui silently agreed, which was almost funny, since the two of you had hardly agreed on anything the past few days. The two of you bustled about the house, opening cabinets and grabbing fluffy blankets and snacks. As you wrestled the sleeping bag out of the case, you spotted Rui smuggling more than a few packs of grape soda candy along with the collected snack pile, but you decided to keep silent.

The two of you were nice and comfy, Rui being on the floor and you laying on his bed at his insistence. You had wrapped yourself up in several warm blankets and Rui merely had one draped over his shoulders. As the rain outside ceaselessly pelted down from the sky, Rui glanced up at you expectantly.

"Hey." His voice was soft, so much so you almost didn't catch it.

"Hm?" Rolling around, you peeked down at him. "Need something?"

"You were with Toya yesterday. Toya Aoyagi." Rui's tone was still gentle, but not so much as before. "Why?"

Blinking, you replied with an air of confusion. "Ah... because he's my friend?" Not really understanding his question, you settled back and waited until Rui found the words to elaborate more.

"Friend... just a friend?" His question is short, but it took you aback.

"Well, yeah..." Still startled, you rambled on. "I have lots of friends, you know. Not just him. There's Akito and Tsukasa and Mizuki and Haruka... I could name a lot." You let out a quiet, airy laugh. "Why do you ask?"

Rui smiled, an expression without any malice or suspicious motives. Instead, he just seemed... sad. His daffodil colored eyes were pained as he stared up at you, whispering, "Am I just a friend to you too?"

"...What?"

"A friend. You said you had a lot of friends. Am I one of them?"

"Of course-" You cut yourself off as you saw Rui's resting figure slump. "But..." Still struggling to find the right words, you patted the pillow beside you. "Here. Lay here first, and then I'll explain."

Rui didn't hesitate, but he didn't say a word to you either. Slowly, he got up, blanket trailing behind him, and eased his way onto the mattress. Filling the space to your right, he trained his eyes on you. "I'm waiting."

Nodding, you tried to swallow the fear bubbling about and stopped your hands from wavering. "Rui... the question you asked... it's actually something I think about a lot too. S-Sometimes... I feel like we're just friends - y'know - during play rehearsals or lunch break. But other times..." Your voice trailed off, tone shaky. "Other times, when it's just the two of us, I can feel myself blush and I can hear my heart pound. I'm not an idiot, Rui. I-I know what this means... and I've been putting off saying this for a long time. Longer than I should've. And for that, I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I hurt you." You couldn't trust yourself to say anymore, afraid of saying something you shouldn't, afraid of saying something that would ruin, well, everything.

Rui stayed silent for a long time. So long that you were beginning to fear that he had fallen asleep, and right when you were about to call out his name, he spoke.

"Is that how you feel? Is that your answer?" In the dark of the room, you couldn't make out anything more than the movement of his lips.

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Then you'll let me do this, won't you?"

And just like that, the rain stopped. Moonlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the room with a glow. On rhythm, Rui turned to you, eyes shimmering. He pulled you close, so tightly you could hardly breathe, and stole your breath away as his lips met yours. Everything is warm - too hot. Rui doesn't seem to notice, nor does he seem to care, and you might as well not care either as the purple-haired male cups your cheeks and brings your head to meet his. Warmth surges through your body as your heartbeat echoes in your ears. It's fast, almost unbelievably so, but it's easy to forget it when Rui is right in front of you. His golden eyes gleam as he closes the space between the two of you again, and this time, you can feel a smile gracing his lips. And in your ear, you can barely hear him whisper three words:

"I love you."

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☆ "weeping clown" ; general sfw & nsfw headcanons

pairing / weeping clown x afab gn! reader

disclaimer / possessive nature, choking fixation, body worship, orgasm denial

word count / 1,335 words

author's note / i wanted more miserable, pathetic, lore accurate toxic weepy so i decided to just write it myself.

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☆ a very clingy man that is far too quiet to ever be the one to initiate a conversation with you. after all, how dare he have such thoughts when you’re shining all so bright. altruist you can say but behind it, he is all but possessive.

☆ you will always find letters forwarded to you by someone of anonymity but his handwriting is all but so familiar. you will always feel a set of eyes following you in everything you do around the circus. whether it be practicing for your next act, applying your makeup, eating, or paying attention to your own body care, it's always on you.

☆ weeping clown by his stage name is very self explanatory. even with his wishes of being so much more than what he is branded by, he carries on his sorrowful demeanor behind the stage. meeting you, whether you’re the first to ever truly acknowledge him or give him the light of day of your time, he will think of that interaction of so much more.

☆ he’s completely infatuated by you, not having the guts or confidence to ever approach you, he will make gifts for you in secrecy, going to great lengths to have it personally delivered to you by a postman to possibly hide the fact that it was him all along.

☆ however, you have suspected the clown for awhile now. the way his eyes avoid your own, his stuttering and brightening red state of his. you have always thought of it as normal for the clown, his cowering state, but there is just something about him that rang alarm bells.

☆ weeping is easily flustered. any hint of your attention on him has him already a profused bashful state. especially any physical contact with each other, even if it’s just holding hands, his hands will instantly clam up and become so warm. he gets embarrassed at these times and would begin to avoid eye contact so you wouldn’t have to see him in such a “pathetic condition”.

☆ kissing the weeping clown is rough due to his very chapped lips. he’s a clumsy and messy kisser, having no prior experience and frankly, only kisses with pure want and no thoughts at all behind it as if you’re going to disappear on him. you’ll always feel his hands messily messing the back of your hair and at times, when he’s pushing his tongue down on you, he loves it when you tug down on his scarf.

☆ his love, to be blunt, is completely unconditional. it doesn’t matter if you kill someone with your own bare hands, even if his idea of you shatters, his ideology still stands. he’s a man that is completely obsessed with the idea of you and while it is a harmful train of thoughts, that obsession turns into a sick love.

☆ even if his love comes from a twisted place, he cares for you in his own little way. he’s overprotective of you and attentive to your mental and emotional needs of yours. if someone is bugging you, he’s immediately on the band wagon in planning on how he’s specifically going to privately and in secrecy, handle it.

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☆ weeping is not a confident man as we all know, and especially in bed. even if he’s bigger than most, around 8 inches or so, he is all but insecure about the approach. he’s a virgin and only has experience by touching himself late at night, clutching a crumpled picture of you and imagining your hands pumping his cock.

☆ he’s always the type to indulge in his personal fantasies and to finally have it happen to him, he’s all but overjoyed but extremely confused and insecure on how you can ever pick someone like him. he has always dreamed of you touching him, even when he’s ashamed of such thoughts when facing you upfront, he’d always go hard over the smallest things from you.

☆ your voice, your lips, your eyes on his, your scent, you brushing skin contact with him even if it’s just a small graze, oh god his dick is practically about to burst out his boxers. he loves the rough feeling of his dick begging to be dicked down and would often grind himself in his own boxers, imagining that friction is your pussy.

☆ he would get so long in those surreal fantasies of his, wanting to just breed you. but once actually having you, his insecurities of having little to no experience comes crashing down once more. you’ll be on his lap and he’ll be completely dumbfounded, absolutely having no idea where to put or place his arms and would stare at you undressing on him which god, is so hot to him.

☆ he’s the type to just cum right then and there in whatever you do to his body. touching his cock, oh he’s already seeing stars and tearing up. your warm mouth on his, he’s grinding his waist and dragging you by your hair to go deeper and deeper, causing you to choke and him getting off by your gagging sounds.

☆ he’s a big crier during it all, his eyes seeming to always tear up whenever he feels absolutely stimulated or from pure happiness, he’ll always throw his head back and bites his lips to the point it begins to start bleeding and then planting his blood soaked lips on yourself.

☆ body worship. weeping clown is ashamed of his disability and amputee, but you praising it and giving it utmost attention (not just only during sex of course) gives him an unexplainable emotion such as relief of your acceptance of him. how you don’t immediately shun him.

☆ he loves to worship you and your entire being, not just being the only one praised. he will always be going on and on, muttering about your beauty. he always feels as though he shouldn’t even have the privilege to be in your presence, let alone touch you. it’s an emotional moment for him the entire time, enveloping himself to your existence.

☆ he absolutely can’t get enough of you, always loving it when he’s the one on your lap or vice versa, he loves to look up at you and you wiping his tears off with your thumb. he loves to nuzzle on the palm of your hand every time you do it. once he’s more familiar and confident with your body, he finds himself more and more lost in sex.

☆ he’s a verbal partner, always gasping and lowering his moans. it’s not a hard feat to have him a mess over you and especially when you’re verbal, he can’t help but feel good knowing he’s the one getting those reactions out of you.

☆ he loves it when you deny him of his orgasm. tie him behind his waist and fuck his cock with your finger, palm, boobs, thighs, anything. he’ll start whining and drawing his voice out, begging for your touch, his tears practically streaming out by then.

☆ bouncing on his cock, he’s still so scared over the fact that you’re in his but he can’t help but get so lost in your touch. he’ll watch you with astonishment, watching your boobs bounce along your actions and begin latching his mouth on the bud of your nipples and sucking on it to the point there’ll be a prominent, red mark.

☆ aftercare with weeping clown would be him cleaning you up with a rag and bringing you the glass of water from the bedside, very quiet and unsure on what else to talk about. it’s a comfortable silence on your part but for the clown, he’s particularly anxious. you’ll have to be the one praising and tucking him for the night. during these moments, he’s especially emotional. he never wants to let go of this moment and then, decide to do everything that he can to keep you by his side no matter what.

— REDAMANCY ★ !!

Topic: Homicipher

Characters; Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair, Mr. Machete, Mr. Hood, Mr. Stitch.

Synopsis; general NSFW headcanons

Warnings: little/lack of dialogue, established relationships, Fem!reader!, corruption kink, oral kink, blood kink, vaginal penetration, biting, rough housing, somnophilia, marking, groping, sadism, masochism, dacryphilia, hair pulling. Soft sex, I'm a little bit in denial.

MR. CRAWLING is probably the more innocent type. Not the type where you have to baby him, but he doesn't strike as the type to automatically know what to do. So, when you attempt to initiate anything with him.. well. He definitely looks clueless as to what your doing untill you explain it to him. He's literally just happy to be there so whatever you ask of him will happen. He has the biggest soft spot for you so the second time that you initiate something with him, he's all over you like a young pup reunited with it's owner.

Probably doesn't know what he's entirely doing. He doesn't have any sense of rhythm, more of a rutting than anything. He's sliding his cock into you so sloppily and desperate that you have to hold onto the plush fabric of the bedding beneath you from how rough he is. He doesn't mean to be rough but he just loves you so much that he can't help himself. Poor fella, doesn't realize how big he is either in more than one way. His hands are cupping your face and he's trying to kiss you all over and it's just so muching going on at once.

MR. CRAWLING who finds himself between your thighs at the crack of fucking dawn. You're a little concerned on if he slept at all but then again, you can hardly think when crawling is lapping at your quivering pussy as if it's the best meal that he's had in decades. His wet tongue sliding between your velvety soft folds, his nose nudging at your puffy clit. "Crawling, it's 6 am–" you let out a hiss when his tongue manages to find your soft bundle of nerves. Your head falls back against the pillow, sleepily. This was certainly a way to be woken up. Honestly, you teach a dog a new trick and they abuse it to death.

His arms wrap around your thighs, hooking them open so you can't close them. His silky black locks cascading over his face and shoulders. You arch when his tongue slips into your hole, whimpering. He's insatiable, always pawing at your legs and asking if he can eat you out. You've denied him up untill this point in which you can't deny him any longer. You should've expected that at some pointed, he'd try and pull something like this. But at least you're awake for work. Your hips stutter as you feel your orgasm approaching, innards coiling and bubbling hotly. All you can do is chew your lower lip and submit to his whims. Tries to use his gown for aftercare.

MR. SILVAIR is undoubtedly one of most sadistic of the bunch. He doesn't let you have it as easily as Mr. Crawling. No, he wants you to beg for it and even then, he doesn't quite show any mercy. He'll lay you back on one of his beds and sit beside your naked figure. Two of his slender and long fingers pushing into your wet heat, pads pressing into your soft walls. He traces patterns, memorizing every bump and ridge, ever spot that makes you keen and buck with want. He doesn't need sight to know that you're making the cutest expression right now. His fingers scissor, stretching your walls with intentions of preparing you for himself.

"Still." He whispers, focusing on finding the spot that'll have you seeing stars and it doesn't take long for him to find it. Neither does it take long for him to abuse it. Grinding his digits down against that sensitive spot until your clawing at his arms for a moment of respite amidst the agonizing pleasure. "Wait, j-just let me–" You're sharply cut off when you feel his fingers curl against that sweet ridge that elicts a stuttery cry from your lips. He simply chuckles, his lips curl triumphantly as he repeats the motion untill your soft pussy is gushing around his slick fingers.

Mr. Silvair is a big creature. Unlike Mr. Crawling, he knows his weight and doesn't want to risk crushing you, so this is a case where you find yourself atop of him. His large hands gripping your thighs as he grinds his cock upwards, stretching your straining hole. He hears the way your breathing is doubled and labored, your nails clawing at his arms, chest or whatever you can anchor yourself on. You meet him, teary-eyed as you push down against his large cock. "Ok?" His silky deep voice murmurs, but you know him well and you know that him asking that is less genuine and more mocking. You can't find the energy to reply with anything more than a weepy whine.

a sudden, particularly deep stroke causes the tip of his thick length to drag along your walls. It's enough to send you over the edges mewling as your pussy clamps down onto his cock as you cum. He can't help but bully you, not when your so cute and compliant. All for him. He'll continue to fuck you through your orgasm untill your starting to get a little overstimulated and even then, he'll continue to roll his hips as you flinch and whine whenever he even grazes your hypersensitive nub. Decent enough to get you a towel for aftercare.

MR. MACHETE is actually the meanest of the bunch because when he fucks you, there isn't a single thought in his head. He's selfishly chasing his own orgasm. He's definitely more of a backshot type of person, will kill Mr. Big face times and times over just to be able to slide his large cock into your pussy from behind. His hands gripping your hips as he bends you over a surface to violently pound into your sobbing cunt. You can barely move underneath his gigantic form, all you can do is snivel and whimper as your sticky walls are split open from how rough he barrels his cock into you. He's a fiend and finds himself rewarding his successful kills with your tight cunt.

His hands will occasionally grope and squeeze at your thighs or ass because he likes the noise you make when he surprises you. If he's feeling particularly euphoric than he'll land a strike on your ass cheek. "Weak." He'll snarl in your ear with a malevolent smile on his lips. He's so fucking brutish, you're coming out of this either paralyzed or lightly bruished and with him his hips are ramming against you, it's way too early to tell.

MR. MACHETE likes a fight. He loves, literally fucking loves wrestling you for a spot between your legs. Don't take this in a non-con way, because he doesn't force himself on you, but he does enjoy winning when you try to resist him a little. Perhaps, he's initiating in a very open space and your trying to convince him to let you find a room first? Oh, yeah. The feeling of overpowering you goes straight to his cock. The moment you finally give in causes his cock to chub against the fabric around his waist. Good luck getting him off you once you let him inside. He gets distinctively belligerent with other monsters when he's sheathed inside of your cunt.

As if it's their fault for his lack of surrounding awareness. You're beyond embarrassed when Mr. Crawling finally finds you locked in a mating press with him because he doesn't know the definition of "get a room." The amount of times other creatures have walked in on you and you've had to stop him from hurling his weapon at them while also trying to stay clearheaded because of how deep his chub is buried inside you feels like an achievement to be proud of. Because it happens, a lot. Doesn't do any sort of aftercare, pulls out and continues life.

MR. HOOD isn't like the animals stated above. He's not a fucking fiend who just pounces on you any kind of way, whenever he wants and because he feels like it. He actually feels like a softer dom, based off how he treats you in the game. He's literally so careful with you. Does the most prep because he doesn't want to hurt you, he's very open-opinionated in which, he will ask when or if you're ready rather than simply assuming it. He's also very patient and doesn't mind doing it the right way. He'll start with his fingers, fingering your wet hole while his thumb focuses on pressuring your clit. He has a small, noticeable obsession with feeling the way your clit puffs up and your cunt begins to get wetter. Don't shame him for it.

You can't help but melt when one of his hands cradle your face while the other open squeezing your doughy thigh and keeps it open for him to slowly push the head of his slick cock into your pussy. He pauses, watching for any signs of pain or discomfort then proceeds to slow and careful inch himself deeper. He has enough self control to not just slam into you.. yet.

MR. HOOD doesn't make a lot of noise during sex. He doesn't growl or snarl like Machete, or hum like Silvair and neither does he doggy pant like Crawling. He doesn't make much noise, and even when he does, your ears have to be tuned in enough to hear it. Each dip into your pussy elicts a soft breath from him. He'll rub his fingers through your folds to find your clit and lightly pinch it. He feels very experimental, because this is definitely more of an act of service towards you rather than an indulgence for him. Not to say it doesn't feel good because it does.

He's holding onto to such little restrain, trying hard not to just push you thighs to your knees and grind his cock into your pussy any which way. No, he's better than that. But, if you give him permission to be a bit rougher than he'll indulge without hesitation. He'll start to breath heavier as he rolls his hips against your more deliberately. He'll go deeper, plunging himself into your messy hole untill your babbling for him to be gentler. Better than everyone at aftercare, actually helps you.

MR. STITCH is actually as evil as a dom can be. His whims are literally his leash. He will grope, suck, fuck, pinch, bite and strike you as he pleases. You're not coming out of this unscathed. Half of the warning tags above are just him ALONE. He's so bratty and entitled, hates when you fight back or try to top him because he's delusionally inclined to dominate you and use you as a ragdoll. Similar to Mr. Crawling, he doesn't thrust but rather rut into you. He's more speed than strength, so his chubbed dick is sliding into your velvety delicate cunt frantically. He pins you on your back with one hand gripping both of your hands and his other one tugging your nipples, flicking your clit, pinching your thigh.

Laughs at you when you weep about how rough that he's being. He's so fucking mean, he'll bring you to edge of a climax and pull out and force your climax to fade. Ruins at least 4 orgasms for you before you finally get to cum. Don't bother begging because that doesn't work on him.

MR. STITCH is very messy. Call him Mr. Freaky because he'll cum on the folds of your drooling pussy and smear it without a care in the world of if your overstimulated or exhausted. He'll beg to cum on your tits and do it before you can even answer. He'll cum between your tight walls and throw a fit if you try to get clean yourself out. He's so annoying but you can't help loving him. Loves the way you yelp or whine when he bites your nipples, it isn't terribly hard but it Is VERY unexpected. Gives you trust issues because you never know what he's about to do next. Put him under a microscope and study him, please. Because he's a new species of BRAT.

You have to be a serious masochist to enjoy what this freak is dishing out. He's such a sick and twisted freak, I need him. if you aren't wet enough for him then he'll spread your folds and spit on your clenching hole, uses his fingers to spread it. Don't let his head between your legs, he'll nip at your bed. His aftercare is nonexistent, probably THROWS the towel at you. He's so evil, bro fuck this guy. I hate this guy. (I need him.)

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