Here's The Pregame Shuichi Saihara X Reader Smut

Made this smut and almost forgot to finish it! I finally finished it and I'm excited to show my Smut SoulMate @hitomisuzuya ✨❤

⚠Warnings⚠:Degrading, slight praise, yandere themes, possessiveness.

The Wanderer was a mysterious man, nobody knew where he came from or who he really was however he had a charm to him that no one has been able to replicate.

Of course you've asked the traveller about him because being the curious person you are you had to see if he somehow knew something, all he said was that his real name was 'Kuni' and nothing else. Strange but it's better then calling him wanderer all the time.

You are an adventurer who's seen quite a bit and now that you've found a new interest to look into you decided to track down the Wanderer. You didn't even know why you wanted him to tell you his real name though. Maybe it will help you in some way. After all people usually told you things they'd rather not say out loud so maybe this guy would be different.

So here you were, trudging through the Sumeru woods to find this elusive traveller of yours.

You soon found the man and who was with him? The Fatui, it seems they was asking him for something, well more like trying to push whatever answers they wanted from him. Yet he didn't seem bothered by them, his arms crossed as he huffed, throwing remarks at the agents. It wouldn't take long for the agents to run out of patience and attack, however the Wanderer fought back effortlessly and seemingly knocked the Fatui down as if they where nothing but mere slimes. Your eyes widen at this, he's so much stronger then you expected, he turned towards where you hidden behind a tree "Come out, I know you're there, I would be a fool to not notice such a bumbling idiot following me" He hissed as you shyly stepped out, you didn't expect him to catch on so soon.

The Wanderer smirked at your reaction, "Oh I've been watching you since you've arrived here"

Your eyebrow raise up "And you haven't done anything?" He chuckled before answering in a teasing tone "You're not a threat to me, I've dealt with much worse, but now I must be going so stay out of my way" he said starting to walk off, you ran up and tried to grab his shoulder, anything to prevent him from leaving, you just found him, he can't just leave! However he caught your wrist with his hand before your hand could reach his shoulder and turned with a cold glare

"I thought I told you to stay out of my way, what could be so important? Speak" he commanded, you shivered and gulped.

"Im Y/N and just wanted to get to know you better, you.. interest me" you admitted as he only looked you up and down for any signs of lying or something out of the ordinary. Letting go of your hand he crossed his arms once more

"What about me interests you huh? " he asked curiously, you shifted under his gaze, how is he doing that? You wonder?

"Well," you started, taking a deep breath "You seem very strong and skilled for someone who I haven't seen around, I've been to many places and met many people, how come I don't know you? " You asked getting some confidence only for it to fall through at his cruel laughter.

"You just don't know everything, you don't need to know everything in that puny head of yours, what's with you mortals and wanting to know all anyways? " he said flicking your forehead with a Huff. You rubbed it with a pout "Hey, don't be mean"

"Who said I was mean? Besides, if you truly want to know you'll learn eventually." he said nonchalantly "Now enough of your questions and leave me alone, you should start heading home if you don't want to get lost in this awful forest" yet again you reached out to grab him but this time he didn't stop you as your hand reached his, truly you meant to grab his wrist but aimed a bit too low. Now hand in hand the man didn't look back right away, only shuffling his hat slightly to hide his face.

"you're really annoying you know that? Fine you can camp with me but don't try anything.. " he then growled and snatched his hand away, you then seen the slight blush that coated his face "And stop fucking touching me" Was your eyes deceiving you? Did you see a bit of electro spark? No he's an Anemo user, he wouldn't be able to use it.. Right?

He snapped before stalking away in a huff, leaving you baffled and confused. Was that just an act? Or really blushing from embarrassment? Who cares anyway. What matters is that you got the opportunity to talk more and the Wanderer didn't try and kill you... yet. Oh yeah that part still bothers you..but you try not to think on it much.

You both set up camp in a small clearing as it seemed the Wanderer didn't want to sleep while you was still awake, of course you wanted to talk more but silence fell between you two.

"Can't sleep or something? " he asked glaring over, he didn't seem tired at all, does he sleep?

"Well..i kind of wanted to talk more before we do" you said as his eyes never left your form, it was almost like he was analyzing you.

"seriously? do you ever give things a rest? " he asked and sighed as he got closer and pinned you down onto the ground causing you to yelp slightly "I know what you're up to, I can see it in your eyes, doesn't take a genius to see you craving me" he said arrogantly, sure you thought he was quite handsome but you didn't expect him to know or to make a move!

"if I indulge in your petty lust will you finally leave me alone? " he asked raising his brow as he leaned down to meet your lips softly. You eagerly kissed back, he pushed away from your mouth with a smug smirk "See? I was right" he laughed lightly and took a step backwards as he sat on his makeshift bed, you stared after him, feeling conflicted on what to do. This man was frustrating.

Pushing you against the makeshift bed, his lips connect once more with yours, he lead the dance of lust, his tongue dominating yours. As he licked into your mouth he grinded down harshly making you squirm slightly. You gasped when he pulled away, staring at you "I knew you were a virgin but did you honestly think that I couldn't tell the difference between a woman and a girl? " he chuckled darkly.

This made you blush furiously "W--Whats that supposed to mean?? " You said flustered as he only chuckled once more before pulling and ripping some of your clothing to get them off in a hurry "Just means I'll be the first to shape you, to make you perfect for me and me only" his voice had a hint of possessiveness, strange for a man who previously claimed to want to be alone.

Though he wasn't entirely wrong. You were his prey. Your eyes widened, you wanted to protest but words failed you. In front of you lay a man, well more like half naked man who looked down at you hungrily. His hands gripped at your hips pulling you close to him as his lips brushed against your neck, his hot breathing tickling your skin.

He trailed kisses along your jawline before kissing the spot beneath your ear lobe and began trailing downwards. You whimpered as his lips gently sucked and nipped at the sensitive area, you let out a soft moan before grabbing a handful of his hair "K-Kuni!" you gasped, he pulled back confused "How do you know that? " he asked a bit panicked, he swore he erased everyone's memory, everyone but the.. the traveller!

Before you could muster the words he slammed you down as his half lidded eyes stare down into yours "Clever.. you got information on me before approaching, I would congratulate you if it wasn't so annoying to have such lingering information, still.. I should give you something for your efforts~" He purred as he shoved two fingers into your now soaked hole, clenching around his fingers as he barely gave you time to get used to them before adding another then another, he seemed so eager to get this going, it was obvious in more then one way with the tent in his shorts.

"Aghhh, Kuni!! Please!" You moaned with a whine as your legs shook in pleasure, he stopped and looked at you chuckling as your eyes glistened with lust and desire.

His lips formed a smirk, oh how he loved being the cause of those lustful looks in your eyes. He removed his fingers and replaced them with himself, not giving you time to adjust he slammed himself inside, groaning lowly as he held onto your thighs harshly, leaving marks where his nails dug into the sensitive flesh. You were already moaning, begging for him to go harsher, he didn't need to be told twice as his thrusts became animalistic, his sweat glistening as he groans next to your ear, his hot breath hitting your neck. "Such a good little whore, taking me so well-" interrupted with a moan as he felt your hole clasp against him, getting close.

"Ahahaha~" he chuckled, trying his best to hold back his own climax as you whinned making it so much harder for him.

"You're so tight, I'm almost there!" he muttered quickly burying himself as far as he could.

"Don't stop-" he quickly cut you off as he came in a hard rush, throwing his head back and hissing as you continued to grind against him for a moment.

It took a moment for you to calm down enough to speak coherently, gasping as you finally did so "K-kuni..i.." you tried to speak again, panting heavily as he rested his forehead against yours as he tried catching his breath.

"don't, just sleep" he said as you felt the overwhelming feeling of exhaustion taking over, closing your eyes falling into a deep sleep.

🌸My special Cecilia🌸

A corrupted/yandere Venti/Barbatos x GN Reader. I will have separate parts for any seggy scenes for afab and amab.

This is part 1! Will be coming out will part ASAP!

⚠Warnings⚠: Yandere activities, violence, bloodplay, pet names(Cecilia/muse), hypnosis, suggestive (not quite NSFW)

Y/N was reborn as the Archon of Death and Decay, however they did not have a ceremony for this, they had died long before the destruction of Khaenri'ah and reborn. Due to the over all belief in the area they kept their power and abilities hidden all the while secretly learning how to use it.

The other Archons had no idea they existed and they preferred it that way, after all they just wanted to live as a human would.

Their abilities included a special vision of a black gooey liquid known as black blood, it was what's left of decaying bodies and can be manipulated into weapons and even into dead creatures, all creatures of course being half rotten corpses, however don't think they don't have strength, without the ability to feel pain or emotions these creatures can swiftly act better then living.

Y/N had noticed other Archons watching over Khaenri'ah and had a rising suspicion that unfortunately came true on the day of the attack, they couldn't keep their secret anymore and knew many would be disappointed but they couldn't let these gods destroy their home.

Morax attacked Y/N without care, not knowing anything only to he surprised by the strange and sudden vision power deflecting his own, the black good on his hands left over from the attack turned acidic, decaying his flesh at various fast rate,causing the god of Geo to hiss catching Barbatos attention. The two look down at what they thought was just another godless human to see a hidden Archon with a whole new vision, one that held quite the potential.

Y/N using their ability to summon the undead to fight with them, giving them yet another chance to redeem their city, their home.

The two Archons knew this battle would become more then they planned, they had to think, for a moment their strategies for this, with Morax thinking on ways to eliminate such an appointment without much knowledge to their existence or power, Barbatos' attention was more towards a playful yet surprisingly lusty look, a new Archon with no knowledge, a vulnerable new pawn, a new muse. He wanted the new Archon as his own pet, being faster then the rest he believes he can easily avoid the attacks and keep them for himself, why destroy such an inspiring Archon when they can be useful in other ways?

Barbatos was curious of the new Archon's powers and was eager to take his first taste.

Barbatos decided to play with this new Archon, they were interesting but too young to understand the true threat posed to them by their gods, this is perfect for him to use them to further his cause.

Flying towards them and able to quickly dodge and move past any attacks using his Anemo winds he was able to get right up and close to them before they could react. His face only inches away he swiftly pinned them down to the ground, at this point the undead fighters that was distracted by Morax dissolved back into a dark puddle without the god controlling them, now more focused on how this Archon got so close.

A downfall for Y/N is that they didn't study or care for the other Archons so they couldn't have known Barbatos or Moraxs abilities.

The Anemo Archon had a huge dark grin as he leaned close "My what a new cute muse I have for myself, do tell me what they call you and what that ability you have is~! " he didn't seem to care he was pretty much body against body and in range to be attacked, though he knows he has Y/N captured for now, captured in shock, curiosity and confusion. Another theory to the Bard is that maybe the blood also effects them, and that's why they haven't attacked, boldly stepping over lines and testing limits is what he lives for.

"Hmm?" He hummed, enjoying the lack of verbal response he continues to talk. "What are you called? Do you speak? " Y/N remained silent he smirked. "Don't worry little muse I'll make you talk soon enough" his blue and green like eyes shined in the dark chaos around them, he started to sing an unknown tune, Y/N didn't have time to react as they felt their body become tired, feeling limp and helpless to the other. As they started to fall unconscious they heard the Anemo Archon speak with his hand on their face "I can't wait to play with you , my muse."

As darkness overcame them, the last thing they heard was the laughing of the Archon before they faded out.

---x---

Y/N started to awake from their deep slumber, their eyes squinting before they even had a chance to open as the surrounding area was bright, they could barely open their eyes with out strain.

They found themselves in a large garden like area, laying on a bed of what looked to be a type of white flowers.. wait are these Cecilias? Does that mean they're in Mondstat? They rubbed their head as it ached, what.. what day is it.. wait the war!

They suddenly was flooded with the memories of their last conscious moments in Khaenri'ah, they quickly sat up only to groan in pain, their head throbbed, aching horribly.

"There's no need to rush getting up my little Cecilia, you need to take it slowly, after all you've been sleeping for.. hmm maybe 500 years? " the same taunting voice as from before, the Anemo Archon that took them down. Before they could try to turn towards the voice behind them they felt the Archons body pressed against their back, arms wrapped around them and resting his head on their shoulder. His hot breath sending shivers down their spine

"Don't you remember me? Don't say you already forgot the angel that sung you such a lovely lullaby, you slept so well, I almost thought you wouldn't wake up heh" the Archon chuckled "Where's my manners? Haven't even told you my name and I've known you for 500 years, how funny. I'm Barbatos, the Anemo Archon. Now will you grace me yours? I've been waiting so patiently" his delicate hands feeling up their body. Y/Ns mind raced, 500 years?? Where they asleep for that long? What about their beloved city..? They couldn't really process words, biting their lip to prevent tears from over flowing down their face.

The Archon's grip tightened slightly before relaxing and letting go of Y/N. Their heart clenched when he pulled away, his fingers gently caressing their lips. Y/N couldn't stop staring at the beautiful, deadly smile that stretched across his pale face as he stared at them. It was like looking into the sun, so intense, and so full of warmth and life, yet at the same time it was sinister, it was full of malice and hatred, Y/N felt a chill go through their spine, despite being completely alone. "Come little Cecilia, there are some things we must discuss." The Archons hand reaching out again. It's like they're captured by hypnosis, they couldn't pull their eyes from the Archon, however they had some resolve to keep their hands to themselves, refusing to go anywhere or to even touch him.

"There's so many things that you'll never understand

So come with me, we can change night into day

You'll hold my hand so you never go astray. The Archon said in a type of twisted poem, his voice was hypnotic, they could almost describe it feeling soft as silk yet sharp like a harps strings. His blue and green eyes stared at them edging them forward. Without much say, feeling the winds pushing them forward as they managed to stand somewhat, the Archon catching them before they could stumble. His eyes seemed to swallow them up, his arms holding them tightly against him.

He smiled showing his slightly sharp canines, his lips curling upwards exposing his twisted smile, he brought one hand to stroke their cheek, the other still holding their wrist as he stared deeply into their eyes, drinking it all up.

He was very close Y/N realized, they could smell his sweet floral scent as they stared deep into his eyes. His eyes seemingly asking a question, one asked many times before however they couldn't properly speak, as if the wind commanded it a soft whisper floats on its breeze " Y/N.." Their name slipped past their lips without realizing it.

"What a sweet name, now.. Y/N..you must realize by now it's been so long, you lost your battle back then, as a traitor most would want you killed.. " his hands dangerously graze their neck, giving it a teasing yet hard squeeze for a moment before letting go.

"However I feel you can be of use to me, so I kept you to myself, waiting. Now that you're awake, we can finally let the fun begin, though I can't have you trying to attack me or my friends can I? Oh what ever shall I do~? " he put a hand to his head dramatically before giving you a sinister smirk and giggling, as swift as the wind he pinned them down onto the soft Cecilia bed, his plush lips grazing their neck, his winds on either side of them pinning them pully still as if his body pressing against them wasn't enough. Shivering as they felt his warm tongue graze against their neck.

"I'll simply have to mark you, to put you under my spell, to seal away your power. Then you'll truly be all mine, no one else will be able to get near you, not even that overgrown lizard" he seemed to hiss the last part, was he talking of the Geo Archon you only briefly seen back then? How dare this Archon, they tried their hardest to resist the urge to hit him. To fight him until death did come, not wanting to let this evil god control their powers forever. But once again the wind was strong against their side, keeping them still in place.

"Your eyes give off a warriors fight, so strong, so.. delicious.. too bad you'll never fight again, now stay still my little Cecilia~" his honeyed words felt more like pins and needles as his teeth hurried themselves into Y/N neck, digging into them as of they're nothing but a sweet treat for him, his tongue lapping up the excess blood before they felt warm all over, their neck burned at the spot, their fighting spirit soon losing its grasp, it's ability to reach out. Letting out a soft groan from the pain yet strange pleasure spreading through them. This only fueling Barbatos as he giggled, their blood staining his lips and chin, licking his lips "You taste wonderfully my muse, as I expected." Dizziness seemed to take over, numbing lull and haze filled their mind. They had no fight anymore, the only thing that went through their mind seemed to be him, his voice, his face, his.. touch.

So gentle and soft, just like the petals brushing their skin softly, the only warning they had of the Archon grabbing them by the throat, lifting their feet in the air. "Now we should talk, don't you think? I have my own rules for traveling with me, unless you'll rather stay here, locked away in this garden all the time"

With that his hands released the choking grip he gave them, his voice threatened them yet seemed useless, they remained quiet.

"Still quiet? I'll be sure to change that later on, I'll love to hear all your little moans for me. But for now you'll listen close to me if you want to remain as beautiful as you are my muse, I'm only as forgiving as I am patient, it all runs out eventually~"

Scaramouche won the polls by a landslide! Sorry this is late 🥲

TW:Yandere Tendacies, obsession, BDSM, harsh language, Scara being scara.

@hitomisuzuya tagging my bestie and scaras wife❤

On a dimly lit Halloween night, Y/N found herself navigating the walk back from a party that had never truly been her element. She'd chosen to leave early, the pain of her high heels too much to bear, causing her to walk barefoot while cradling the heels in her hand. Lost in her thoughts and muttering about the length of the journey back, she failed to notice a pair of striking, electric-purple eyes that had fixed upon her. Unbeknownst to her, those eyes belonged to none other than Scaramouche, infamously known in the news as the Balladeer, a pseudonym concealing his gruesome exploits. He was a figure known for his unyielding cruelty and brutality. Yet, at this moment, he found himself utterly captivated by Y/N, every step she took, every graceful sway of her hips stealing his breath away. His obsession drove him to discreetly follow her, ensuring he remained unseen as he trailed her, subtly watching her every move. When she inadvertently took a wrong turn, a path leading to a dead-end with only his house at the end, he couldn't help but find the situation almost comical. To let her know of his presence, he emitted sinister, taunting echoes, causing her to spin around suddenly.

"Oh, how naive you must be. But can I blame you? That blonde hair of yours is practically a warning sign," he remarked with an air of madness, clearly revealing his newfound infatuation. Y/N stood there, her emotions conflicted. His words should have sent shivers down her spine, inspiring fear, yet an inexplicable allure tinged her response.

Stalking closer, he continued, "How does it feel?" he inquired, his voice a menacing whisper. Y/N took a cautious step backward, her confusion palpable.

"What do you want?" she questioned, her gaze fixed on the intimidating figure before her.

He responded with a chilling laugh, swiftly seizing Y/N's wrist and forcefully pulling her into his arms.

"I'm going to fuck you up, so much so that your bruised legs won't be able to even think of carrying your whorish body back. you'll stay with me as my pretty fuck toy, how does that sound? much sound good I can practically smell your arousal, how fucking slutty"he growled out

He held her tightly and lifted her off her feet, throwing her over his shoulder. Y/N squirmed around but soon found herself not really wanting to escape? She kinda wanted to see where this went, he had a strong hold on her. "You'll be begging me to keep going when I finally finish~" he chuckled lowly. His voice was deep and raspy. Y/N couldn't help but smile slightly, hearing such a thing coming from him sounded very appealing indeed. "Let go, i wanna see if this will be fun" Y/N tried again to no avail

He laughed darkly "Ah ah ah ah, you wouldn' be able to handle anything I can dish out, and you know it~ oh? unless you want to prove me wrong hm? does my little whore what to prove something to herself? " he taunts.

She wanted to see how it went, to get further with him, finding herself caught in his web.

"if you say so~" he coos before shoving her onto the bed, he was harshly palming her clothing, removing them in a rush, he was far too eager to slow down, it took your breath away as he pushed you on your stomach, ass up with your ankles and wrists bound to a bar, this gave him the perfect unrestricted access to your wet and warm pussy, the one he already shoved two fingers in with a laugh, withing his other hand to hold the harness that's bounding her to this position. you squirmed and writhed against your restraints but he wouldn't budge "ah ah ah, im gonna make you scream~" he whispered in your ear and started to finger her, adding a finger every few seconds until he's four fingers in and curling them against her special spot, scissoring her walls aparts, bullying her fluttering soaked walls. She mewls, moaning and squirming for more, wanting more stimulations, she cried as she felt her orgasm getting closer, but just before she could cum he pulled his fingers our and smacked her ass hard making her scream.

"I didn't tell you, you could cum did I slut? You're such a disobedient whore, I'll be sure to fuck some sense into you" He growled as he let's his fat heavy cock slap against her ass, groaning as he felt her ass before smacking it again, rubbing the sore flesh.

She screamed again, but Scaramouche ignored it, continuing to tease and torture her until he's satisfied. by that point her ass is very wet, stinging as his hand rubbed at the pain, her eyes watery with tears, her pussy wet and puffy from edging so long. He chuckled "Are you ready? can you beg sweetly for my fucking cock? " he taunts as he rubbed his swollen tip against her cunt. he pressed his shaft against the crease of her ass, she cried out and whimpered, her mouth open wide in agony

He leaned down and placed his forehead against yours "You want this, you want my cock, don't deny yourself this pleasure babygirl " he says as he slowly pushes his throbbing length inside you, making her giggle with delight as she felt him stretch, filling her completely, he moaned at the feeling. he then began to thrust harder and deeper making you scream and grip his biceps as he rocked you side to side, hitting every nerve in your body. you were a mess of giggles, gasps, screams and cries at the moment, and it only spurred him on, driving him higher and higher until he's buried to the hilt inside you and he was still pulsating, pushing himself against your clit making you cry out louder, more desperately and harder than you ever thought possible for any human to ever make sound. "oh baby, you're so tight" he growls out as he starts to kiss your neck, trailing down towards your breasts and sucking lightly, leaving small pink marks all along, they both moan as his hands slide down to your thighs gripping them and pushing you against the bed,his cum spurtting in her, filling her up, he roughly pulls his cock out of you, making you pant and whimper for more, "fuck.. I love your little squeakies" he smiles, pulling back and leaning down to leave small kisses on each one before moving down your abdomen to the dip of your navel "you know you can trust me~ you'd do anything I ask for right? " he asks softly, giving you a look of obsesive love. "you're mine now, my sweet, pretty girl. I'll never let you go ~" he speaks, his eyes full of lust, unstrapping the spreader bar to let her rest, placing a collar on her as he pulled a blanket over her, feeling her hair gently.

"I hope you're ready for round two, I'll only give you a brief rest" he says, earning a giggle from her.

he leans over kissing her lips once more before she fell asleep

My Smut Soulmate made this beautiful head canons and I can't get enough of it🥰🥰❤❤

NSFW Yandere! Venti headcanons. Fem!reader. Smut. Obsessive behavior. Breeding kink. Aphrodisiac.

These were supposed to be with the Yandere!Xiao Headcanons I wrote for @xxventiswindblumexx but my dumb ass got too excited and posted without adding Venti's headcanons. Also tagging @kichikichiko and @that-one-gay-writer1227

All it took was one mention of you wanting to draw Dvalin because you thought the dragon was beautiful.

"I want to draw Dvalin," you told your friend, "He deserves to appreciated for all he has been through."

After that, Venti was fixated on you.

He needed to know everything and anything about you.

He did a bit asking around. He found out some of your art had been published into a few light novels as illustrations.

Venti went and found every novel that had your art in it at Yae Publishing House. We went under a different name as an artist, but it had been easy to figure out it was you.

Just ask the right person with a few drinks and he found out what he wanted to know.

In fact, all that information had come from your friend. Three glasses of a fruity flavored wine and she told him everything he asked.

She didn't say where you lived or worked though, even when he reworded the question to indirectly get the answers he wanted. Your friend must be smarter than he gave her credit for. Venti had to admit he was frustrated.

So Venti constantly hung around Mondstadt, watching from his Statue in front of the Cathedral for a good vantage point until he caught sight of you.

He released dandelion seeds into the air that would tell him where you were at all times, relaying that information to him via the wind.

How lucky for him one day when he saw some men harassing you in the street.

"I'll have you know that it's rude to talk a lady in this manner. Now be gone," Venti looked totally sweet and innocent, even easy going, but on the insider, there was a storm of anger inside of him.

You shouldn't have to hear such lewd comments even though he thought the same things they'd said to you outloud.

Not in a crude way. But a romantic way.

Cause see, he finally noticed how perfect your hips were for carrying children. His children.

Getting you pregnant became his newest obsession. It was all he thought about. He even read every book about pregnancy he could get his hands on. And he hadn't even taken you out on a single date yet.

Your first date turned into a second date and then a third.

As the months passed, Venti couldn't take it anymore.

He gave a certain alchemist a recipe to make. It was just a harmless wine sweetener. At least that's what Albedo thought.

You didn't even taste anything when he slipped it into your wine.

"So, tell me, do you want children?"

It was an innocent question, one brought up disguised in idle conversation. He waited until he saw the aphrodisiac start to take effect.

Even if you said you didn't want kids right now, you surely would say yes because of how you were feeling.

To his delight, not only had you said yes, but you also asked him to take you home because you were feeling warm and needy.

Venti waited until you were on your knees, moaning with your lips around his cock to tell you, "How would like to carry the children of the Ameno Archon? It would be a high honor, don't you think?"

You struggled to nod as Venti pushed his cock to rest into your throat.

The aphrodisiac made you so sensitive. Even after he cummed inside of you, you still begged for more. Like you needed it. Like you craved it.

Like he craved you.

You even begged him to cum down your throat more than once.

It seemed you were absolutely insatiable that night.

And that was fine with him.

He fucked his cum back inside of you as many times as you asked. Provided you begged for it and worshipped him like a god blessing you with a privilege.

☠️ w/ denki: he's so go lucky, but what makes him mad? 🤔

I can see him getting mad because you ate all of his chicken nuggets. He would come into your room, slam the bag down, and scream, "WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY CHICKEN NUGGIES?!"

Literally me when I start playing genshin because I already know I'll be ✨suckass✨ at the game

@hitomisuzuya hope I won't be too much of a burden in the game 😭

Made a gift for my great friend @hitomisuzuya ! I got a bit creative with the story! I hope you like it 😊💜

⚡︎Til Death Due Us Part⚡︎

-Fatui Yandere!Scaramouche x female reader!

⚠Warnings⚠:Yandere themes, angst, mention of death, Dottore is mentioned, manhandling, Electroplay.

Song suggestion for the story!

-Lightning struck harshly as the snow outside became a full blown snowstorm in the span of a single second. The sky lit up with an electrical flash and loud boom that made the ground beneath him tremble violently enough to make the hairs on his arms stand on end and make him for once frightened by the sudden storm before gaining his composer once more.

It was a dark night indeed, this night would be the birth of someone special, you see Scaramouche had always been such a lonely man, he's never had a relationship, however he fell in love with a woman from a local village. He's watched over her for so long, gifting her things no one else could, making sure she was safe. But one day while he was on orders her village was slaughtered, he should've known it would happen, you can't trust others to do a job for you, he didn't realize what went wrong until he returned to see her lifeless body, Scaramouche felt empty inside again. She's always believed that Scaramouche has always loved her, and that he will continue to do so even beyond her death but that wasn't enough, he couldn't stand being immortal so he decided upon himself to bring her to Dottore, carrying her lifeless body with defeat written in his eyes. Of course Dottore was very curious and interested in this, to have this little puppet return to him asking for help, how could he turn them away? After a few days of preparation Dottore told him she wanted the girl to be brought back as an immortal with him, to be connected. It would definitely be a new experiment as he's never resurrected someone yet, however it wasn't beyond this doctors capabilities.

That brings us to that day, the day he waited to bring such a delicate life back, to defy the Archons. Scaramouche stood outside the operation room pacing back and fourth as the Doctor operated. After hours of excruciating waiting, the loud thunder and the harsh winds he would see the doors open, inside was the woman he loved, her breathing returned, her color returning as well as her eyes fluttering open, the first person she sees was her darling Scaramouche, the man who was always there, up until the end. As their gaze met, they were filled with relief and tears of joy rolled down their cheeks. The Doctors words of assurance about how she should be just like him, he would notice on her neck as well as his would hold the same Electro mark, branding them together.

Since that day she's been by his side like such a good little housewife, and now with her awake once more, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. A tear ran down his face as he held her, gently stroking her cheek before kissing it tenderly. He'd do anything to protect his perfect love, nothing in this world could harm her now, not the Archons, not the abyss and definitely not any unknown entity that had taken her life before.

Today was like any other, she often came with him on his missions, staying by his side as he commanded his subordinates, making plans and further more. However it wouldn't be a peaceful day, an older male came up to her while he was distracted yelling at an Agent for being reckless, the male exclaimed that he was her old lover, back at the now ruined village, yelling how Scaramouche was the one who ordered it's destruction. That's when he turned to see this man holding her and scaring her, she luckily couldn't remember him, he made sure most of her memories from her past was erased other then himself. Scaramouche growled at the sight of a disgusting human before violently striking the male down with his bare hands, he was going to kill anyone who harmed her and no one would be able to stop him or his beloved. When the male was defeated Scaramouche turned around looking back at his precious angel, he immediately yelled at his subordinates to dispose of the body as his arm wrapped around her waist to hold her close. He never would've thought someone would survive the attack, he did plan it but didn't plan on his pathetic excuse of subordinates to kill her too, they suffered greatly by his hands before meeting their Archon.

He kept her close for the rest of the day, he had anger flowing through him, it can be easily seen by the bright glow of Electro in his indigo eyes and the sparks of Electro radiating off his finger tips. It would be later that night once he finally gets her to his tent does he release this anger.

She's so sweet and naive, not realizing why he was so rough, his calloused hands pushing her against his make shift bed angerly "How dare such a lowly disgusting human try touching you, my precious angel?" Her response was to simply kiss him passionately, he took this chance to deepen the kiss, biting her lower lip teasingly as hands pulled her clothing off harshly. Groping, feeling and grinding against her. He was so needy for her, letting our low groans as he felt her dampen his shorts with her arousal, her exotic moans only adding fuel to the fire. Once she was completely naked she began to pull on his clothing as well, just as needy as he was. This only seemed to encourage him as he pushed his boxers down and entered her in one smooth move. His thrusts were firm and forceful, causing her to moan loudly before wrapping her legs around his waist. They've been intimate before but this time was different, he wanted to mark her whole body, not only in hickeys but also with a child. He wasn't sure if she could fall pregnant to him but he wanted to try, either way fucking his cum back into her was a thought that served to boost his harsh thrusts, letting our low growls and groans as his fingers gripped her hips tightly.

"You're being such a good cum slut for me, taking me so well-" Groaning as he felt her walls tightly slightly against him as she was nearing her climax.

"Don't you fucking dare cum without me whore" he spat out as his hips slam against her roughly as her eyes glowed brightly with pleasure. His finger tips sent small shocks of electro into her heightening her pleasure, her legs shaking as her body shook

"Please let me cum Scara! I-I can't hold it any longer! " She begged as her nails scratch dark lines against his his pace quickened as she started to lose control. She cried loudly with joy as her body convulsed from her orgasms, he grunted in approval as he slammed into her again, harder this time. He grabbed her breasts harshly pulling at her nipples, his hips slamming hard into hers as her legs wrapped tighter around his waist. His lips latched onto her neck as he continued to pump into her, she was moaning and crying his name uncontrollably, her body arching up to meet every thrust he gives her. As he pulls out of her he starts pounding into her roughly as her mouth moves towards his neck as well, sucking on his skin.

His hips shudder as he felt his electro flow through her causing both of them to cum together, she screamed in ecstasy as he released in her, keeping himself inside, he couldn't let go yet, he loved the feeling of her warmth on him. He held her close as she would fall asleep on his chest.

He will make sure she is safe, to be his and only his. She's every thing to him, he would do anything to protect her, his sweet dove and love.

I love your writing! May I request a Gojo x Curse Femreader smut? 🥺 maybe like where he uses his usual playboy tactics on her? Thank you! ❤

thank you for reading and liking my stuff! hope you enjoy this, had a lot of fun with it. thanks @kyokokittykat for looking it over as usual <3 bon appetit freaks :P 

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warnings: MINORS DNI - noncon, fingering, humiliation, reader called a whore, gagging, pinning, edging, mention of blood, autassassinophilia, mention of a dead body, curse reader, gojo being a bitch etc.etc. (eg: activating his domain expansion in reader’s pussy sjsjsksksks)

For a special grade curse, you’d think you’d be a little smarter.

Since you were the highest class of curse, you had the intellect of a human so you could communicate just as well as the next person. You also took on a human physique so you blended quite well with the crowd. However, if somebody were to take a good look underneath your bangs - granted they had the ability to see you - they’d see you were hiding a small set of horns. Most humanoid curses had some kind of body modification, yours being protruding bone structures that you could regrow, lengthen, and remove from your body to attack.

As a curse you never had anything to do, per se. You’d heard rumblings about Mahito working with a Jujutsu sorcerer to unleash some havoc or other, but you weren’t interested in accomplishing any kind of goal. You didn’t have any motivation to release some kind of great evil upon the world, but that’s not to say you wouldn’t scare the crap out of a random kid who wandered around your territory.

You technically could leave the sanctuary of your abandoned church if you wanted to. Special grades had ways to get out of their bindings to the places they were born, but you never bothered. You were - for all that concerned you - happy. You had a whole building to yourself and anyone who dared disturb you would surely pay the consequences. You tried to keep quiet so as not to invite any sorcerers to your realm. There was one problem, though: you were keeping one of Sukuna’s fingers.

You were kicking yourself now for not chucking it into a lake somewhere. You wanted no business with such things. Although it would have granted you great power, you knew if Sukuna ever came looking for it you wouldn’t stand a chance of fending him off. There was also Gojo Satoru, another person you didn’t want looking for the artifact.

Every curse with some kind of consciousness was petrified of the guy. You had heard him and his students were collecting the fingers so when you realized your predicament you couldn't hold back a shiver.

You didn’t even know you were in possession of one until you accidentally uncovered it after throwing a wandering pedestrian against the wall causing some of the brick to break and reveal a precariously wrapped box. You sensed the power as soon as the wall crumbled, so why did you open it if you knew it was trouble? These humans and their damn curiosity are rubbing off on me you thought as you gazed at the unconscious person on the floor. They were motivated by the same curiosity you were moments ago when they stumbled across your abandoned ruins. And now look at what fate has brought them - you swallowed fearing what would become of you.

You knew every curse and sorcerer within a mile radius would be after you soon, your quiet peace compromised by this decaying finger. You thought about throwing it away, but remnants of the scent and power would still remain for a while, long enough for enemies to invade your space.

All you could do was wait.

He came at night. The eccentric cathedral door creaked open loudly, followed by slow, crisp footsteps that were radiated by the acoustics of the church. The door closed behind him, the only light in the place was through the stained glass windows. You could barely make out his figure from where he was standing, but you’d recognize that uniform and sly smile anywhere.

You had hoped it was Sukuna who had found you out because at least you shared a commonality and perhaps he would be kind enough to make you his slave instead of killing you outright. But a Jujutsu Sorcerer had no such kindness; you were simply a pest that needed to be exterminated.

“My, my!” he sang, “what do we have here? You’re very pretty for a curse, beautiful even.” His tone lacked sincerity and he spoke in the most syrupy voice, you nearly gagged in disgust thinking that silly mortal women would fall for such cheap chivalry.

“State your claim, sorcerer,” you said stiffly. “I haven’t caused any trouble, you have no reason to be here.” “Oh?” he said, taking another step forward. “And who’s this? A friend?” He gestured towards the bloody unconscious body buried head first in the wall. Oops, forgot to hide them.

You bite your lip at your own stupidity. “That was not my fault, they entered my territory. The same will happen to you if you don’t leave immediately.” You were doing your best to scare him off so you wouldn’t have to fight him but it seemed you were only amusing him. He took another few steps forward and smiled a little wider when you took equal steps back.

“I wonder about that. You seem nervous. I can make your end fast if you cooperate.”

“Cooperate?” you ask, feigning ignorance.

“I think you know why I’m here. Sitting on one of Sukuna’s fingers doesn’t sound like staying out of trouble, does it, Miss - uh, what did you say your name was again?”

“I didn’t. And I don’t have a finger, I don’t want anything to do with that thing.”

He was nearly a foot away from you when he started to chide at you. “Tsk tsk, my you lie quite a bit. That isn’t a very good look for you Miss Curse.” “Don’t call me that! How dare you disrespect me in my own home.” “Fine then, sweetheart. How about that?”

You realized that you would not be able to talk your way out of this one so you took a leap of faith and lunged forward to attack. Even with his eyes concealed he was strong - it was as if he knew what you were going to do before you actually did it. You were blindingly fast with a jab of your horn, but he sidestepped just as quickly and grabbed your weapon with his bare hand.

“Please, you’re only embarrassing yourself. Where is it?”

“I told you -” you try another attack “- I don’t have it!”

The universe must have been against you tonight because as you leaped forward again, Sukuna’s dead finger fell out of your pocket, right in front of your enemy’s foot.

He smiled silently, but giddily; you were certain this cruel grin would be the last thing you saw.

But you refused to give in to this cocky, incompetent, pathetic human. Instead of admitting defeat, you stepped on the finger with your foot to prevent Gojo from picking it up. He looked surprised for a moment - but only for a moment.

His smile returned. “Boy you really are a stubborn thing aren’t you? I don’t usually give curses this many chances, I must really like you.”

“I wish I could say the same thing about you.”

“Ha! Good one. Now hand it over sweetheart.”

“No.”

He sighed and lifted a hand towards his blindfold. You jerked back hard enough to almost move your foot off the lost artifact, but you caught yourself just in time. You’d heard about the blue oblivions he kept behind that dark fabric; more importantly, you knew what they were capable of. The Gojos possess the art of the Six Eyes, an ocular jujutsu unlike any other. If this was going to be your last stand it would most certainly be painful.

It’s like staring into a void. Both full of colour yet full of nothing; they hid in plain sight under the moonlight. They were the same hue as the sky on a calm sunny day but never once had you looked up at the sky and felt nothing. He may be wearing a smile but you couldn’t see a hint of it in those eyes.

You were stunned in place staring into his blue orbs, back against the wall, foot still on Sukuna’s finger. “You know,” he says, piercing his gaze into yours, “without my blindfold I can see the flow of cursed energy much more clearly.”

You stutter out an “A-and?”

“And I can see where yours is concentrated. I knew you were a sweet thing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Eyes still fixed on yours, he plants his palm next to your head against the wall. You can’t peel your eyes off of him so you don’t see his hand trail up your hip, but you do welp when you feel a cold finger trace around your lower stomach. Never in your hundreds of years of haunting this world have you ever felt so small and insignificant. You want to be furious at how much he’s ridiculed you, disrespected you, belittled you, but you can’t bring yourself to place the anger.

All you feel is fear, with a hint of lust.

Okay, a lot of lust.

“I’m talking about right here.” He rubs gentle but forbidding circles on your abdomen as he speaks to you. His hands are cold but the heat in your core brings warmth to your lower body; his fingers tingle as he touches you.

“Get off me” you hiss. Finally the anger is beginning to seethe out as you find the will to extend your other horn. This time, you actually hit him - or well you think you did. He doesn’t flinch when the bone makes contact, but when you squint you can see there is actually about a centimetre clearance between his body and your weapon.

“It’s called ‘Limitless’,” he tells you, unsurprised by your attack. “It’s like a barrier. In other words, you can’t touch me…”

He moves his hand dangerously close to your aching cunt.

“... but I can touch you.”

You growl again at his advance and try another attack but he doesn’t humour you by letting you complete it this time. Your hands are caught before you can move them more than three inches and are pinned to the wall.

“You won’t be needing those, don’t worry.”

“You son of a -” your words are cut off by Gojo's blindfold being stuffed into your mouth. Drool forms around the thick fabric as you struggle to move it. He deftly ties it around your head.

“Mm that’s better.” He drags his gaze down your body, ignoring the cries coming from your mouth. You watch him through wide eyes as he drinks up the sight of your body squirming against the wall trying pathetically to free yourself from him. The hand on your abdomen moves smoothly up and down your torso, eventually stopping at your breasts. You shiver every time he moves his hand; partly from the coldness of his fingers, partly from the pleasure.

He ghosts a hand over your tits, moving the fabric covering them to expose you. “Truly,” he breathes, “I’ve never seen anything quite like you. Such a shame I have to kill you.”

Your eyes furrow in anger, your face tense from fighting against the gag. Drool drips down your jaw, slowly covering your chest in spit. Your tits glisten from the wetness, sparkling almost as much as his eyes.

It's strange, your predicament. For a supernatural being with extraordinary power, you crumbled so quickly. Because you experience human emotion - or as close to human emotion as you can get for a curse - things like lust and infatuation and arousal weren't necessarily foreign to you. That much you could understand: Gojo was attractive and confident, qualities both mortals and otherworldly creatures could appreciate. But there was something else about this situation that sparked your arousal that you could put a finger to if you willed yourself hard enough, but you didn't want to admit it.

You didn't want to admit that although this man was supposed to be your enemy, and although he could kill you with a cross of his fingers if you like, part of you wanted to be subject to such cruelty, no matter how sick it may be.

Maybe you provoked him so much because you wanted him to kill you.

“I have to restrain myself though," he says, "since I’m working. If I go any further I don’t think I could stop.” He leaves your nipples to harden from the cool air. They pulse lightly from neglect - although you hate him, you’d wish he’d do you the courtesy of touching you properly.

That thought is stopped when his long fingers trail back down to your abdomen, this time meeting the apex of your thighs.

“Although,” he continues, “I think I can afford a little fun.”

He teases you, rubbing you with two fingers over your core. You try to scream to make him stop but your pussy tells a different story. He can feel the wetness already. He somehow has forced your body into submission against your will; that kind of power is more terrifying than any curse is capable of.

He laughs mockingly. “You’re weak, aren’t you?”

You struggle in his grasp. You don’t even care about killing him right now, you are just desperate to get him off you before he -

“Ah, so wet for me. Little whore.” He’s knuckle deep in your sobbing pussy before you can register what he’s doing. Gojo slowly moves his way steadily towards the back of your wall, immediately finding your spongy nerves. He pets it thoughtfully, feeling around the sensitive area, relishing in the shaking of your legs.

The little fight you have left is spent trying to formulate coherent words through the cloth, but it’s to no avail. You can’t even free yourself from his strong grasp to extend another horn. Your immortal, all powerful body is whittling away to nothing. It’s utterly humiliating.

He pumps at that agonizingly slow pace for what feels like hours. It’s weird because as lewd as the imagery of you pinned to a wall dripping on another man’s fingers may be, there was something awfully clinical about it. His eyes were patronizing, not in an alluring kind of way, but in a threatening “I dare you” kind of way. On top of that, his hands were feeling around your gummy walls almost mechanically as if he were searching for something. Where he lacked passion he made up for in skill and precision, leaving you on the edge just with his two fingers.

You almost didn’t notice it but you felt a sudden stretch of your walls, like he was scissoring inside you. But then you looked around the room and saw stars - not just from him fingering you into oblivion, but actual oblivion.

He wasn’t scissoring you, he was crossing his fingers.

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. You knew your predicament. He had activated his domain expansion so there was no way you could dodge his attacks. Not that there is much you can do while gagged and pinned to a wall but still.

He keeps his fingers deep inside you, untangling them and curving them back to the way they were so he could go back to hitting your G-spot.

You were terrified from the suspense of not knowing when he was going to attack under his barrier, and you began to realize that may have been his intention. Perhaps he had just activated it to scare you, to remind you that you are so incredibly weak that although he could kill you at any moment, he chose to finger you in the middle of a church to get you to succumb to him.

And it worked. You were on the edge of an orgasm, desperately trying to suppress the tension when you had squirmed and accidentally lifted your foot off Sukuna’s finger. When you realized what you had done your eyes went wide as Gojo swooped down to pick it up. He winked as he removed his hands from your wrists, allowing blood to flow to your hands again. He lazily removed his fingers from you and the darkness of the room vanished, undoing his expansion. He walked away with his hands in his pocket, whistling as if he was taking a stroll through the park.

“W-wait!” Frustration rushed over you as you breathlessly called after him, half-hoping he would turn around to finish what he started. You untied your gag, trying to hurry after him.

“Oh that? You can keep it, I have my glasses,” and with that he opened the door of the church to leave. He placed a hand on the handle and before leaving said: “I’ll still have to kill you, you know, I’ll be back. I wouldn’t move if I were you, though I doubt you could walk far anyways in your state.” He closes the door just as you throw one of your horns at him, impaling the wood with a hard crack. You were left in your abandoned sanctuary breathless and terrified, weeping in the desperate, helpless body you were chained to.

Gift for my lovely smut soulmate @hitomisuzuya 🤭

Fatui!Scaramouche x Obsessive Fem reader

⚠Warnings⚠:Aphrodisiac usage, scaramouche being himself, degradion, yandere themes, dub-con

Scaramouche the 6th Fatui harbinger was a feared man, many horror stories circulated around what he's done and most would stay clear of him, normal people would but that's not you.

You know the risk of approaching him, approaching what's essentially an archon.

Who are you to even think of such activities? You're not much, an adventurer that's found their greatest adventure, the thrilling and exciting attempt to track down this Fatui Harbinger for yourself.

You don't even know what you'll say when you do get to him, that is if you're not killed instantly. Your fascination for this man started when you seen him once when traveling, you heard of him but couldn't believe how incredibly beautiful he was, his voice was even better. However at the time you where not asking for a death wish and made sure he didn't see you as he left with his agents. After planning for a few months you've successfully tracked down where he is and will be, it wasn't easy as he's a very secretive man. You packed what you'll need and headed out, Archons help you from being one shotted the moment he sees you.

After about of week of traveling you could see in the distance a camp in the forest, you stalk closer to see and the agents are a clear sign that a Fatui Harbinger was here, you just had to see which because running into Childe wasn't on your list of to-dos.

After a moment you seen him, Scaramouche. Your heart pounded once more, your body heating up in all the right places, it was like the first time again. He was speaking to some agents, about what you don't know, you could barely hear from the sound of your heart almost beating out of your chest. .. or maybe it was the adrenaline. Whatever it was the only thing you know is that you were going to talk to him, you'll take any chance to get a word in with him, even if it meant you have to get hurt... or die.

You waited for some of the agents to disburse, luckily for you he didn't like have others with him in that rather large tent he had set up for himself. Soon enough the agents slipped up, speaking to each other leaving you some space, a chance to dart to the tent without disturbance. That was what you did.

He turned rather quickly, his hands up ready to defend himself, it seems not many just dart in and he was ready to fight. However noticing you didn't have a weapon on you he didn't attack right away

"Who are you and why are you here? Speak now" he hissed with a harsh glare, you stood in shock in the fact that for one, you actually made it, you're here and two you're not dead yet.

"I-Im Y/N and... " you trailed off some, where you just going to say why you really came here, to fuck his brains out? Really? You didn't really think a lot, seeming your hormones speaking for you before logic.

He watched your body language carefully as he noticed you where far from a threat but still, kept his defense up.

"Don't tell me you came without reason, or maybe you're backing out now that you've gotten to see me? " He said with a snarky attitude, no, you couldn't back down now.

"No! I-Im not backing down, I came to.. " Speaking on your business wasn't going to happen, you was simply too nervous however you noticed with his cocky attitude he slipped on his defense, you took this chance to act, now or never right?

Your hands grabbing his face as your lips connect to his rather fast and harsh, his skin was cold to the touch. Of course he was taken back by this sudden move, sure he figured you would act but not like this, his hands grabbing yours and pushing you off. His breath seemed to have increased, his face blushing a deep pink as well as a bit of saliva on the corner of his mouth.

"What do you think you're doing!? " He was beyond flustered yet it seemed he didn't totally hate it. You couldn't respond with words, at least not easily only taking a step closer, he backed up into a table with papers on it.

"H-Hey! Wait a minute-" your lips once more connecting his as your body pressed against him, you've gotten too far to back down, however if he really didn't want you there you wouldn't be standing still so at least he didn't seem to hate it. This time he didn't push you off right away, kissing back but harsher as he flipped the two of you, your back hitting the wooden table as papers of plans went flying. His hands holding yours down, pinning them as he broke the kiss looking down at you, lust in his eyes.

"You're just some glorified pervert aren't you? Have you been following me, waiting to pounce like the bitch in heat you are" He hissed as he leaned down to you, his hand grabbing your throat "If we are doing anything here I'll be the one in control got it? " he spoke, his breath tickling your neck, all you could do was nod, earning a chuckle from him. His hands let go off you as they went to grab something, soon enough he put something in your mouth and pushed you over onto your back, a gasp escaped your mouth at the impact, he placed his knee in your lower region. A growl leaving his lips. He was enjoying this way too much to be honest.

"Now listen here slut and listen good, I'm not here to play games and I have all I need to make your life a living hell. Do you understand me?" He asked harshly as he used some rope to bind your wrists together before searching your pockets to make sure you truely didn't have anything to harm him with, only for him to pull out a small vile a glowing pink liquid "Aphrodisiacs? Really? " how did he know what it was? Either way you felt embarrassed for getting you even had it. Once your pockets was emptied and deemed not a threat he chuckled a little "You're quite pathetic arent you? How many did you think you where going to get me to consume this? " you were speechless now and he smirked as he pulled your hair to make sure you could see him "Soon you'll see what kind of authority youre challenging you whore" he spat the last word before he completely shredded your clothing, he had a lot more strength then expected for someone of his size, as you tried to cover yourself which was useless with your hands bound, he grabbed your wrists "Come on let's have some fun " his smirk growing, a low rumble left him "Just you wait I won't be gentle"

Your stomach and front side pressed against the rough wooden surface as your back end now out for him to see "Already so wet and ready for me, you really are a whore" he thrusts two slender fingers into your core harshly "I'm only making room for myself so don't get used it bitch" He said harshly as he added a third, not giving you time to really adjust, it was then when he seen a bit of blood he laughed "Oh Archons am I your first? Really you wanted me to be it? At least your have good tastes" pulling his fingers from you, licking the blood mixed with your juices off, his eyes glaring down at you. You could see how much he wanted to dominate you, to fuck you until you begged for mercy. He remembered something as he grabbed vile you had brought with you and took the top off before looking at you with a smirk "This should keep us busy for a while don't you think? I can already tell you're not ready for what you got yourself into" He flipped you onto your back before pushing the vile to your lips, almost forcing you to drink the aphrodisiac. Once done he discarded it to the side as his hands wondered your body, it didn't take long before the effects started to work on you, your body heating up more then ever as your breathing picked up its pace. You however had a small devious idea, an idea that can get you possibly killed but you held a bit of the liquid in your mouth, hidden so when he came in for a harsh you managed to push it into his mouth causing him to swallow it out of surprise, pulling back quickly to wipe his mouth with his sleeve. You could see the anger in his eyes before they softened, he laughed "Oh you dirty little bitch!"

Only a small smirk adorned on your face, now playing his little game, he pushed onto your stomach once more harshly as he he chuckled lowly "You know I thought about going slow at first, sure not for long but giving you some time to adjust.. " you felt his tip press against your core teasingly, you moaned out "But for that.. I'm going to go as harsh as I want to, to use your whore body for myself as my little toy" he said as he slammed himself in fully, bottoming out. You yelped and groaned in slight pain however the aphrodisiac helped numb it into pleasure . Your nails digging into the rope, you closed your eyes.

And he began to pound into you with full force, every stroke feeling as though you'd be ripped apart. Each one bringing you further to your climax, your eyes clenched tightly as he pounded deeper than you've ever felt, it' almost as if his entire being wanted to hurt you, as if he craved to be inside you as he continued to slam into you hard, the sound of a few men outside yelling as they thought he was being attacked only for him to snap at them before they could come in "Take one step in this tent and you'll all see your maker! " They didn't need to be told twice backing away leaving the two of you alone.

His hands gripping your hips as his nails dug into your skin leaving marks, you could feel small shocks of his electro through his finger tips adding more pleasure. His hips moving faster as you cried out, your voice coming out as whimpers, tears pricking you as he pumped in and out of you, each thrust sending chills through you. As he slowed down after a couple minutes and stopped slamming into you, both of your bodies shaking, sweat dripping down your faces.

"S-Scara-" A particularly hard thrusts cut you short of speaking as he growled "Don't fucking call me that like were friends, call me master" he hissed at you as he kept thrusting "I could fucking kill you bitch! Watch your damn words" Another heavy thrust made you moan and babble incoherently against the table

"I.. I didn't mean t..to.. ah... ah.. " you couldn't finish your sentence as he kept pounding into you, you were panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath, your head turning some to look at him, his eyes were filled with lust and anger, his teeth gritted as he continued to pound into you.

You could feel him twitch in you, he was close so close<br />

"Call me master! " he demanded, no ordered you. You whimpered slightly as he gave another violent thrust causing you to scream out loudly as it came "Nnnngghhhh! Master!!!" he slammed into you again as you screamed. both yours and his body trembling and sweating heavily as he released into you, still thrusting but not near as hard, pushing his seed further into you, some dripping down your leg.

Once it passed you where panting as you laid down staring at the ceiling unable to move or speak, your vision blurring as sleep consumed you.

The first thing you saw was Scaramouche putting something onto your neck, it felt like leather, and hearing a few words he spoke ".. my pet... "

HIIIIIII

I was wondering if you could do a part 2 or another Invader Zim oneshot or more headcanons. Only if you want to though!!

Ofc! 🥰 I'll do some headcanons this time❤

With the encouragement of my bestie I thought some up! @hitomisuzuya

⚠WARNING⚠: pregnancy and birth

Discovery and Early Reactions:

Confusion and Pride:

When Zim first realizes you're is pregnant, he might initially be baffled, even skeptical, as Irkens don’t usually reproduce in the same way. However, once he accepts it, he would be immensely proud, convinced his offspring will be the most superior smeet to ever exist.

Over-the-Top Protection:

Zim takes “protective” to a new level. He creates a series of bizarre gadgets designed to monitor the reader’s health 24/7, though they’re often uncomfortable or impractical. He insists on monitoring every little change, always declaring, “Your body must be in peak condition to produce the ultimate smeet!”

Clumsy Affection:

Despite his usual intensity, Zim tries to show small moments of gentleness, which are new for him. He’ll bring you strange Irken "snacks" he thinks are nutritious and will hover, awkwardly patting their head or shoulder to show he cares.

Preparing for the Birth:

Bizarre Nursery Set-Up:

Zim insists on building the perfect environment for their smeet, filling it with strange Irken technology and gadgets designed for optimal “growth and supremacy.” He even tries to make a “conqueror's crib,” filled with oddly shaped toys that resemble weapons, thinking it’ll prepare the smeet for a powerful future.

Irken "Rituals":

Zim talks about mysterious Irken rituals (which may or may not be real🤨) that are supposed to bring strength and resilience to smeets. He tries to adapt these rituals for you, such as making her chant Irken phrases or wear specific colors he claims have “cosmic significance.”

Obsession with Training:

Even before the smeet arrives, Zim speaks to your belly about their child’s future in conquest and Irken greatness, trying to give the smeet a “head start” in Irken knowledge, which might actually involve him ranting about the basics of invasion and tactics.

During the Pregnancy:

Constant Check-Ins and Worry:

Zim insists on checking in constantly, often in the most inconvenient ways. He’ll zap in out of nowhere, demanding updates on how the “human incubation process” is going, occasionally fussing over things he doesn’t understand but insists on controlling anyway.

Mood Swings and Patience Tests:

Zim is unused to human emotions and struggles to understand your mood swings. He tries to help but occasionally slips up, saying things like, “Stop your nonsensical crying, human! You’re growing an unstoppable warrior!” He ultimately tries to be patient, though his methods are often clumsy.

The Birth:

Over-the-Top Birth Plan:

Zim creates an entire “operation plan” for your labor, involving dramatic entrances, lasers, and Irken technology he insists will “ensure victory in birthing!” However, most of it is impractical, and when the moment arrives, he has to abandon his plans and just be there.

Unexpected Softness:

As their smeet arrives, Zim might find himself unexpectedly overwhelmed with emotions he’s never felt. He stares at his tiny offspring with wide eyes, not fully understanding his reaction but feeling an instinct to protect this little being.

Adjusting to Fatherhood:

Zim tries to teach their smeet the ways of Irken glory from day one, but he’s occasionally gentle in his own way. He awkwardly holds his smeet close, talking to them about “conquering inferior worlds” and bonding with his offspring in his own intense, proud way.