Sleeping Like The Dead

Sleeping Like the Dead

Yandere! Diluc x Fem! Reader

Forced marriage AU

Word Count: 2.3k

Synopsis: Diluc craves your body like a drug, but the only time he can get you, is when you're fast asleep

TW: NSFW, Somnophila, Non-Con, Masturbation (.male), Oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of breeding/finishing inside

The only thing that could seem to wake you was thunder. A loud crash and the windows shaking, followed by howling wind, and you'd be up shivering in fear. You'd lie back down once you realized what the noise that woke you was, and you were out like a light. Deep in slumber, snoring ever so softly.

Even though you were married on paper, you and Diluc never shared a marital bed. The marriage was never consummated and the most he'd ever seen of your body was your legs and maybe even a sliver of your stomach in the summer. Other than that, you stayed dressed head to toe like a nun.

He knew it was his fault that you were like this. Being forced into marriage with him, you didn't even want to tempt his urges. You were told time and time again that nothing would happen, not while you didn't want it, but he was failing to believe that himself.

It was when he saw you one night, after you'd just gotten out of the bath. Normally, he stayed in his room at nightfall, but now, he was particularly thirsty. Whether it was good luck or the gods actually blessing him for once, he saw you go into your room and close the door behind you.

Did he buy you those nightgowns? If he did, he definitely didn't remember doing so. But the red haired man did buy you whatever you wanted, no questions asked. So maybe you'd managed to slip an order in for them without him noticing. And archons how he wished he'd noticed.

The swell of your breasts, the curve of your ass, plush thighs and skin still steaming from your bath. You didn't notice him standing in front of the door to his room, but he noticed you. A brief glance was all it took, light work for anyone else who'd been married for as long as you two had, but it was the first time he's seen so much of you, and he felt his pants tighten at the sight.

He stormed back into his room while the memory was still fresh, not even bothering to make it to the bed. The door slammed shut behind him, he pressed his back against it and dropped his pants to his ankles.

It felt like electricity all over his body as he stroked his cock, eyes rolling back, tongue out his mouth. Diluc wasn't a prude, he masturbated when he deemed it necessary, which was when he got erections that were particularly stubborn and annoying, but this was the first time in his life that it'd ever felt so good.

It only took a few pumps and suddenly he was moaning into his hands, hips twitching as his cock shot ropes of cum onto his carpeted floor. He panted watching himself make this mess, but his mind shifted onto how you could clean it up. And his length refused to go soft. He fucked his fist for the rest of the night.

Diluc often heard stories of how hard it was to wake you up. That's when he learned how truly a heavy sleeper you were.

“The lady slept through breakfast again today,” a maid would say in a whisper. They thought he couldn't hear them, but as long as they weren't saying anything rude about you, he acted oblivious to it.

“She fell back asleep after I woke her up three times!”

“I called for her for a full five minutes, and she barely stirred,”

Temptation is a hell of a drug. Satisfaction is even more addicting. Maybe that's why he decided to visit your room one night. Hours after you'd left your bath and when he was sure you were asleep, he eased your door open and stepped inside. His heart was racing, afraid that you wouldn't be asleep, but instead sitting on the edge of your bed, waiting to confront him.

But you weren't. You were just like how he'd thought you’d be. Asleep in bed, lying on your stomach with your arms wrapped around a pillow and pulling it into a tight embrace. Your blanket was thrown haphazardly over your body, you obviously kicked a lot in your sleep, making it shuffle around.

Exhaling the quietest deep breath he could muster, he pulled that blanket to the side. Sure enough, like the maids said, you didn't stir, and much to his pleasure, you were wearing another one of those revealing nightgowns. With one leg slightly up, he could get a good glimpse of your round ass and your panties that seemed to be slipping between your moist lips.

He sucked in air through his teeth, taking in every inch of your body. Every curve, every soft piece of skin. He'd mentally promised himself this would be a one time thing. It felt awful invading your privacy like this, but his hormones were getting the better of him.

His cock was released from his pants and he began pumping it furiously. Biting his lip to hold back the moans once again, he watched the way your chest rose and fell as you slept. It only took a little bit and he was cumming, quicker than he ever had in his entire life and more intensely than he'd ever felt.

The rational part of his mind told him to leave no messes, so he made sure to cover the leaking tip of his cock with his hand to not spill his seed everywhere. Still, he couldn't help himself. He dipped a finger in his own cum, then pressed it against your slightly open mouth, wanting you to at least taste him a little.

The sight of you suckling that cum off his finger, lips pursed and wet with drool, the sight had him hard again already, but he decided against tempting fate. He'd finish himself off in his room again. This was a one time thing after all.

Was what he'd told himself, but he found himself in front of your door again, going to your room almost every night. It was like an addiction, standing in your room next to your sleeping form and fucking his cock into his hand while looking at you. And he grew bolder as the nights went on.

Moving your panties to the side to finally get a full view of that wet cunt, rubbing the tip of his cock against your lips to get you to suckle on it like before, he even managed to slip a finger inside your entrance, getting to feel your warm walls for the first time. The way you coated his fingers nearly made him grunt and he thrusted it in and out of you, watching your face contort in your sleep, little moans and mewls dropping from your lips.

Diluc imagined that it was his cock instead of his finger getting to fuck your pussy, that it was his cock making your eyebrows knit together and your fingers twitch. He could only imagine though, his other hand fisting his cock at the same pace as his finger.

He'd even gotten so bold as to start licking your cunt. His tongue poking out of his mouth, he'd tongue at your clit and watch you squirm in your sleep. Your taste was intoxicating, the juices your tight hole would secrete tasted better than what celestia would feel like, and while lapping up your folds between your legs, his dick would twitch and he'd cum inside his pants, completely untouched.

All good things must come to an end. A sad, but truthful statement. And Diluc wanted this to end. He really did. Each day he'd say that this would be the last one, that he wouldn't do this to you again, that it was becoming too risky, but sure enough he was back at your door the next day. He'd spend the whole night finding new ways to pleasure himself with your sleeping body.

All good things come to an end. Maybe he should've been thinking that when he arrived at your door on the night of a harsh thunderstorm. If his mind wasn't clouded by lust, if all his blood wasn't flowing to his lower regions, then maybe he would've remembered how particularly scared of thunderstorms you were. If his face wasn't buried between your legs again, then maybe he would've remembered the maids saying the only time you woke up easily, is when there was a storm and heavy wind outside. If he wasn't pumping his cock while licking at your pussy, going practically drunk from your taste, maybe he would've noticed that you'd begun to stir more than usual, more than out of a sleepy, unintentional pleasure.

The last thing Diluc was expecting was to look up and meet your gaze. With his lips still suctioned around your clit, your face was a mixture of disgust and mostly fear. Eyes wide and filled with tears, you opened your mouth, maybe to scream, maybe to yell at him, he didn't know. He was on top of you before you could let out a peep, one of his hands covering your mouth. After a bit of a struggle, he managed to use the other hand to hold both your wrists above your head.

“I'm- I'm sorry!” He gasped as you thrashed beneath him, but you were no match for his strength and all you were doing was wearing yourself out, “I-i swear! I don't know what came over me!”

But something has been coming over him for weeks, months even. If you knew how long he'd been doing this, you'd look at him in even more horror. Your eyes. So big and filled with tears, it only made his heart thump against his chest harder, but what else was he to do?

He laid on top of you, hand covering your mouth for what felt like hours, dick still twitching and conveniently between your folds. This was the worst time for him to be hard, not while you were awake. Not while you were scared of him to the point of crying, but he couldn't help it. It was you. You did this to him.

“I'm so so sorry,” he muttered as he angled his hips, the tip of his cock finally at your entrance. He didn't think your eyes could open any wider, but sure enough, they did when he forced every inch of himself inside you, bottoming out without stopping while pleading for your forgiveness. Your yelp, the noise you made as you were made to take him, was muffled by his palm, body squirming even more as you tried to get away.

He always said his first time with you would be gentle. It would be loving as passionate. He would take things slow and kiss every inch of you, to make sure you were ready for him. But the way you felt around him, the way you clenched around his length, it felt like his hips had a mind of their own as they started a rough, brutal pace. Slapping against yours so hard, even the headboard of the bed had begun to hit the wall.

“Fuck! Ahh! Fuck fuck! I'm so sorry! Hnng- please…ah! Please! I'm sorry,” he whined, but he didn't slow down for a second. You were so warm inside. So wet. This was made for him, he was sure of it, “Please, you- you hah- have to forgive me.”

You could thrash and squirm and cry as much as you wanted to, but Diluc had had his taste and he wouldn't be satisfied with any less anymore. He kept fucking into you, pounding you so hard, rutting his hips into you like an animal in heat.

You saw the way his eyelids flutter, you felt the way his hips stuttered, his pace grew sloppy, his grip loosened, drool fell from his lips, his moans grew breathier. You saw it all and you knew what was about to happen.

“Fuck,” he gasped between thrusts, eyes rolled back. He forced his dick as he could inside you, balls deep and held it there, feeling the way your silken walls contracted around it, “I'm gonna cum.”

There was no way to tell him no with his hand over your lips, so you were made to watch and feel in horror as he grew even more aggressive with his fucking. There were no thoughts behind his eyes, just pleasure, just lust and the primal urge to finish.

“Inside. Hah- aanh. Cumming inside, fuck!” He affirmed your fears through his filthy moans. His dick twitching inside you made your heart sink. You could feel it. The way his cum was spitting out of his length and hitting your walls. It felt neverending, like he'd stored so much waiting for this moment, some of it even spilling back out of your entrance and onto his balls.

Reality must've hit him after he came, because he was off of you in an instant. His length softened and his face filled with dread. Cum leaked onto your bedsheets, but despite the fact that he was no longer muffling you with his hands, you couldn't scream. You couldn't even think for a second as you realized what happened.

He looked just as scared as you did, but why? What gave him the right? Why did he deserve to be scared when he was the one who did it?

“I fucking hate you,” you spoke through strangled sobs and you watched his world crumble.

Those words felt like you were slicing his heart out and stabbing it over and over again. They made him tear up as well. But somehow, the sight of you, disheveled, with his seed leaking from your hole, somehow that made his dick twitch back to life. Even your crying face, while not as appealing as you sleeping peacefully, was gorgeous. Arousing even.

His cock twitched back to life as he looked upon you, half undressed and practically ready for him. He began a slow crawl towards you again, his urges wanting to take over once more. You already hated him. What was the harm in doing more?

GREAT PRETENDER

YANDERE! JEALOUS! ITADORI YUUJI X CHUBBY READER

request. 🤍hi! May I request yandere yuji x chubby reader

Where the couple is hanging out with todo, And yuji thinks reader is getting to close, while she’s wearing tight dress. Then cut to yuji bullying her, fucking her senseless till all she can do is babble his name and think of only him🤍 hopefully this sounds right (ty)

content warnings ─── possessiveness, yandere themes, jealousy, dubious consent, rough fucking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia, cunnilingus, creampies, mean! yuuji, name-calling,

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟyou should have never played fire if you can't face the repurcussions.

itadori doesn't strike as the jealous type in front of other people. he's all smiles and chuckles when being faced with envy and shakes it off as a good manner in not to offend others and shrugs it off like nothing.

that's why he endures it through gritted teeth and keep his lips in forming into a snarl. the irritation keep building the more you talked or are you seducing todo in front of him.

you really are. giggling at his remarks and enthusiasm about that idol who he had been babbling for the last minutes. attention whore. he thinks to himself whilst looking at you. engrossed in the conversation with todo. did he just think you're a whore? itadori shakes the thought to himself you could never be one. whore isn't the one he'd describe you with. you're far from that. he was quick to dismiss the thoughts when you link your soft hands to his calloused ones.

“yuuji!” you beamed at him. flashing him one of your brightest smiles that instantly lifts his mood up. his jealousy dissipating in the thin air when you've given him the attention that is truly for him.

you went right in front of him. stopping him from walking further and itadori is on full mode. attentive and alert of what you were about to do and he was taken aback when you giggled in front of him. wrapping your arms around his neck before leaning towards his face to kiss him on the nose. the gesture alone sending sparks of electricity throughout his body. his arms already in your plush waist. hands above your butt and his head in your neck. burying his nose where he can smell your scent and his sight on todo. unaware of such affections behind his back and yet, itadori couldn't let go of

you were his — from the start until to the very end and hell will freeze over before you would belong to someone else who's not him.

when you pull yourself from his grasp. itadori couldn't deny the twisting pain in his gut. similar to a milk being churned to turn into butter. his eyes following your finger as you happily skipped and listen again to whatever todo was discussing to you about.

such declaration of love would be seen and heard as sweet and the devotion coming from it, is clear. it's far from it. the sickness and the selfishness that makes it deep and itadori wouldn't say he's jealous. he's not the type to get envious over silly things but it's not silly when it comes to you. not when you're happily basking in that stupid attention todo is giving to you. parading around with that tight little dress that almost leaves nothing for imagination.

the curve of your ass, the swell of your chest and that soft pudge in your tummy protruding in that clothing and your creamy thighs being exposed by that dress everytime you move. if todo was nothing but a pervert he would be ogling at you. like a dog being taunted by a piece of meat. drooling and excited. thankfully, todo isn't like that. knowing when to distance himself from such temptations but he's a man. a man who has needs and he swears he can see that gorilla stealing glances at your delectable body.

hence, he felt silly why he approved you of wearing such clothing in this cold night. he understands women have this preference of dressing nicely and being provocative at the same time and he accepts it for you. seeing you happy and confident with the body that you had numerous countless battles of. itadori couldn't be more any prouder and he can protect you from the sleazy bastards that dared to touch his girl but can he shield you and himself from the man who helped him so much. now stealing glances and god knows whatever thoughts run in that mind of his.

it didn't help when you almost fall face flat in the hard concrete ground. todo's arm wrapping around your stomach. the action intimate and that further enraged itadori. the sound of his footsteps almost stomping and hiding that scowl in his face with a grateful look to aoi. pulling you closer to his with apologies in his lips why his time with him and yours would be cut short. that night itadori held you close. hands tightly holding yours and his eyes burning with fury. you had taken the brunt of his anger that night.

he made you cum with his tongue thrice. your dress bunched up in your plush waist. your back pressed in the wall, your legs slung on his shoulders while he feasts on your cunt. laving your cunt with his spit until you were trembling and limp. your thick thighs crushing around his head and itadori didn't mind that. it's only his claim that only him could make you feel this good.

“you're a two-faced bitch...” he began and the tears came springing in your eyes at his words. “'m not...” you defend yourself while your fat pussy is mercilessly being battered by his huge cock. his hips swinging back and forth. his hold on your flabby arms is tight while you scratch his muscular biceps. nails digging from the impact of his cock inside you.

“yes, you are. acting chummy for aoi. i bet you want to get fucked by him.” itadori groans. the words he's throwing at you and thinking of what happened earlier replaying in his mind like reels. you couldn't muster any words before his hips is full on slamming into yours. his cock nudging the soft spots in your pussy that you can't even think straight.

your thick legs thrown in his shoulders. your chunky calves is flattened, the back of your creamy thighs meeting the same fate with his hands grips it. pressing your legs further in your chest that it starting to burn from the stretch. “yuuji!” you moaned out. back arching from the sudden orgasm he pulled out from you. your eyes closing while you let out a whimper. catching your breath in slow motions but it was instantly knocked out when your boyfriend continued his assault in your sopping cunt.

“yuuji!” you call his name again but it fell into deaf ears. entranced by your pussy tightening around his cock. engulfed in your warm walls that the boy above you is already drooling. his saliva dribbles and falling to your folded rolls in your stomach.

he snapped out of his thoughts when another orgasm came crashing into you. shaking your whole system that your body trembled and quaked under from his touch. your moans are garbled and your voice are getting higher in pitched while you repeatedly call his name. he's not lasting any longer either. his balls tightening while his cock twitches from his impending release. with a rough thrust, making sure that his cock is lodged deep inside you. he came. loads and loads of his cum pumping inside you. coating every corner and when yuuji cums, it's too much. the thick and creamy white cum of his overflowing from your insides and outside. escaping from the holes of the side of his cock buried inside you.

he continued fucking you dumb until he's sure he dumped his load. fingers pinching and squeezing the fat in your body making sure you're marked. he also had teeth marks littering in your body, in your chest, arms, your round stomach, thighs and fuck he ain't leaving a spot unmarked until it satiated him.

you are his and nothing would change that. he would kill anyone who dared to look nor touch you. blood in his hands is nothing when he did it for his love to you.

"Oh how far you've fallen."

Astel redesign be upon ye!

Astel is based on a black swan along with a ballerina!

the lore in her first appearance stayed the same, nothing has changed in her story (yet)

pre-fall Astel is mostly based on a white swan and princess attire.

I very much love her colours.. so pretty..

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yes i am a oc x canon connoisseur.. i ship Astel with Lucifer.. bite me!!!

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⟢ cw: a failed escape attempt from them... yandere, dark themes, petnames, mutilation (xiao, scara), violence, drugging (scara) etc. please proceed with caution! thank you.

⟢ "your order's denial is causing me trial !"

"Ah."

XIAO's lips moved, and it was that single noise that escaped.

For your room lay barren, empty, cold, the harsh winter breeze drafting through the shattered window, the bars covering it having been forcibly bent aside. "It..." For a moment, his body swayed, his own legs unable to support his weight. Then, his balance stabilized, his once by a fraction wider eyes having narrowed. "It seems my songbird has escaped."

Unacceptable. The word repeated in his head, like a mantra, a prayer, resounding within his ears, despite the silence, despite the cold that bit at his skin as he trudged through the snow, his spear at his side. A tiny, devilish voice that tugged on his ears and whispered out tales of his sin.

"Found you."

"N-No- please-" His gaze sharpened in annoyance. Desperate, your voice hoarse and cracking by the syllable, hurling yourself forward one more step, just one more, your bloody, bare feet scraped and bruised. This wasn't right, how come you seemed so distressed?

No, you of course sounded better as his songbird, in a pristine little cage, singing for him, and only him, happy tunes of joy and pleasure.

"...And as a songbird can live with its wings clipped, surely you'll understand if I...?"

The shackles locked tight around your wrists, and your useless, wretched legs, bones shattered by a single blow.

It's an unfortunate predicament, but it's the only way. ❤︎

"Oh, so the chase is on?"

CHILDE shouldn't be laughing, but oh, he was.

It's a twisted sound, with the corners of his mouth distorted upwards in a haphazard smile, his eyes blown as a dark flush of red descended upon his cheeks. "So you've decided to play this little game of cat and mouse. Very well, if that's what you want, darling!"

You aren't making this difficult enough. His keen gaze spots all the traces you've left behind, broken branches, ruffled leaves, a torn piece of the clothing he had gifted you... it's all imbued with your essence, honey sweet on his lips.

Why would you even want to leave him?

It's that thought that makes him pause upon finding you, your trembling form sprawled across the bloodied snow as he stands over you, his own shadow casting you in darkness.

That's right, why would you? He's been nothing but loving. He's catered to your every need, has he not? He's bought this house for you, all the clothes you wear, the food you eat, the bed you sleep in... what right did you have to defy his affections, now that he had made them ever so clear?

If anything, it was insulting.

Oh, but did he truly feel insulted? After all, an offended person wouldn't have taken you like that, wouldn't have knocked you unconscious and wouldn't have carried the delicate you in his arms back to home.

Maybe a better description would be "longing." Longing for your praise, longing for your thanks, longing for the smiles you'd send his way... how come your eyes have faded, since then? It's strange, he's never seen you look so... determined before, not since today.

Ah, but what did it matter?

This puny escape attempt of yours... his tongue tasted bitter.

It wouldn't happen again. He'd make sure of it, so please, don't mind the chains, would you? ❤︎

"They... dare?"

SCARAMOUCHE's expression contorts to one of rage, his brows sharply angled downwards and his violet eyes wide, quivering.

Haha... what a fool he was. He should've been more attentive, how had he not noticed your strange movements? The way you gave him a forced smile everytime he returned home, the way you'd greet him at the door with the dinner you made, and he had finally thought you had accepted his confession all those weeks ago, he finally thought you had gotten used to and started liking your life here, finally thought-

And then he thought nothing at all as his body swayed and fell to the ground. The audacity, to go and dig through his things, to go, find, and use the very drug he had used to bring you home.

By the time he awoke, the house was but a cold expanse, barren of your warmth, and he clenched his fists so tightly, his nails kissed red crescents into his skin that weeped with every flex of his fingers.

"To pull such a parlor trick against me like this... ah, doll. Don't think you'll get away with this leniently."

When he found you, not "if", he'll make sure to reprimand you properly. If breaking your spirit wasn't enough, then he'd have to break your mind too. He's already decided that he'll reshape the pure thing with his own, dirtied hands, into something that will burn only for him.

Surely, a couple missing limbs, here and there, wouldn't obstruct that light, would it now? ❤︎

(a/n) as i said on my sideblog, something about writing for toxic mentally distressed emotionally broken and heavily reliant yandere characters who turn to violence to show their love is. just so. oddly... comforting?? was going to make this longer and then some shitty shit shit went down so. yay. tears.

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