In Reca's Ideal Film, You'd Be Nothing More Than A Toy Forced To Spin At The Twirls Of A Clockwork Key

In Reca's ideal film, you'd be nothing more than a toy forced to spin at the twirls of a clockwork key ; a spectacle suspended in motion, complete allegiance to his direction, again and again in the palm of his hand. In that perfect shot, you would not rebel, fist against the surface of the screen in a plea to be leg go, no, you'd be easy to control.

“Do not be absurd, my dear! Has a bug chipped away at the film in your head? You would not survive a day away from my camera.”

The friction of his glove as it clasps onto the sinews of your arms clashes against the ricocheting waves of his voice in your ears. Cut! Cut! Cut! You need not return his stare to hear the panic reverberating through his head, just as he needs not respect a fraction of your personal space.

“My thoughts are perfectly lucid, director. I no longer wish to act under your guidance.” you push him back with a finger to his chest and he allows you to, his arms falling to his sides before rising with all the melodrama of a seasoned lunatic.

“What a way to say you wish me dead!” with a sweep, he's beside your stead.

“Have you forgotten your dream, my brightest star?” a brush of his breath against your ear, a firm grasp onto your wrist as it unfolds your hand towards the phantom of your wish, “What happened to that light that brought you to me?”

His presence, annoyingly, is as engulfing as it was the first moment you had the misfortune of meeting his acquaintance. A dwindling candle in a shadowed room, its flicker is too miniscule in comparison to the tenebrous monstrosity extending its talons towards the candle's light.

Contempt is the sole benefactor that keeps it alight, burning for a moment longer. A fruitless effort — rebelling is nothing more than running closer and closer to the dead end.

“It got snuffed out.” you tilt your head towards his pointed stare, in time to bear witness to the contractions of emotions vacillating in his eyes — building up up up before bursting forth in a supernova of laughter. Your feet nearly tangle amongst themselves as you try to move away from the disturbing sight, attempt thwarted by his insistent hand.

Reca's crackles slighter to a burdened sigh, ruby eyes peek from between the crevices of the fingers of his free hand, “And, you allowed it.”

It should be incriminating for a sentence that calm to fizzle your nerves that quickly, “Non.. nonsense! It was you who clearly—”

Your heart jumps as the axis of your vision goes askance, red bleeds and paints the corners of your mind. “I did what?” the sting of his nails sinking into the flesh of your cheeks wakes you, “Come on, you can do it, love. Think. What did I do to you, clearly?”

“You... you made me into who I am today and, I can never even think of standing in front of the camera without your direction.” you heave.

“Brilliant! Just like this! If you continue performing this well, it won't be long before we can step up from these boring scenes and move onto shooting the truly heart-touching moments.” it is debatable whether your legs surrendered on their own or were forced to as the Memokeeper catches you, dragging along your limp form towards his vision.

“And when every scene has been shot, organized and edited to perfection, I'll keep it secure from everyone's grabby hands — for, this film is to be viewed by us alone.”

Hatred is the frailty of the weak, their last act of defiance before they embrace destruction. In Reca's hands, it is nothing more than a misdirection to achieve the most perfect shot, malleable to his whimsies.

yan! hsr x willing! reader headcanons

yan! aventurine, boothill, kafka, sunday [separate] x willing! gn! reader words: 1,017 requested by: @canigotosleep--plz (original request attached at end of post) cw: yandere themes: obsession, stalking, abduction a/n: thank you so much for the ask! i might do more later, but here's what i wrote for now :>

Aventurine

How interesting that you’ve decided to turn his infatuation with you into a mutually beneficial transaction.

He knows that at this point you’ve realized he’s stalking you, and yet you’ve done absolutely nothing to stop it. You don’t try to shake him off your trail when he strides just a few paces behind you when you’re outside, and you haven’t tried to look for and destroy the cameras or hidden microphones that you must have figured out are in your home.

No, instead you speak more openly about things you want, and what you would expect from your future partner. Your friends and family think it’s just you being a hopeless romantic, but Aventurine knows better. These signals are meant for him, and he’s more than happy to indulge you. You receive gifts of the highest quality that, in the past, you could only dream of owning— and in the meantime, he’s paying to have your dream home constructed.

When he finally shows up on your doorstep to “abduct” you, you’re more than happy to pack the belongings you’d like to bring with you into a suitcase and follow him into a luxury car that you’re pretty sure isn’t even on the public market yet.

You never kick up a fuss with him, not even when he’s far clingier and possessive than anyone in a healthy relationship should be. You have a gorgeous boyfriend who showers you with affection, provides for you, and gives you whatever you want, whenever you want it— what could you possibly complain about?

He’s content with how things are. Some might say you’re just using him, but he doesn’t mind. If you are just playing a part, you play it well, and he’s more than happy to reward you for it.

Boothill

He might be more concerned with his own behavior if he wasn’t so worried about your reaction to it.

You’re fine with someone following you around and watching over you? You want to leave behind your boring, mundane life and not have to worry about making a living for yourself?

Your mindset makes him paranoid and makes him far more protective: would you react like this with anyone who showed this kind of sick, twisted interest in you? It gives him all the more reason to take you away and keep you by his side— he has to do it before someone else does. You’re so vulnerable and naive, and he doesn’t trust anyone but himself to be with you.

It’s smooth sailing after the not-really-an-abduction, though. You’ve always wanted to see what exists beyond the starry sky of your small hometown, and he’s always on the run, so there’s plenty of places for you two to explore together. He might not ever be able to settle down with you, but you’ve found you much prefer the whirlwind life with your sweetheart cowboy, anyway.

Your willingness scares him, but it doesn’t matter. As long as he’s the one looking after you, you’ve both got nothing to worry about.

Kafka

Oh, what a sweet little thing you are for her.

Truth be told, she was fully prepared to take you by force— she is one of the most feared people in the cosmos, after all. You were going to come with her, whether you liked it or not. She didn’t care if you cried, screamed, and fought her every step of the way; people can be picked apart and remolded, and manipulation is second nature to her.

But surrendering yourself so easily just saves her the time and hassle, and you will certainly be rewarded for it. The most lavish gifts you can imagine are handed to you, and when she’s not taking care of a mission Elio has assigned to her, she’s taking you to the nicest places in every corner of the cosmos. She loves showing you off, and she won’t settle for anything less than the best for you.

She’s honestly not surprised that you’re willing to go with her. She’d watched you for sometime, and she’d seen how miserable you’d been working so hard to provide for yourself and just barely getting by. There’s no need for that anymore, and she’s so glad you both agree that she’s what’s best for you. Just lay your head in her lap and be good for her— she’ll take care of the rest.

Sunday

He’s overjoyed that you see things his way without him having to use the Harmony.

You’d noticed he’d been stalking you. Careful as he was, it’s difficult not to pick up on the fact that you’re “coincidentally” running into someone a bit too frequently. Yet, you did nothing to stop it or discourage it. You had the attention of the most powerful and handsome man in Penacony— why would you complain about that?

Waking up in an unimaginably plush bed within Dewlight Pavilion does throw you off a bit, though. One moment you were chatting with Sunday over drinks at the Dreamjolt Holstery, feeling a bit sleepy, and the next thing you know, you’re here.

You are upset with him when he explains himself and why he’s brought you here, but not at all for the reason he’d been expecting. He could have just asked, honestly. And quite frankly, you’re a bit offended he didn’t even bother to properly court you before taking you away and making you live with him. Isn’t that, like, kind of indecent?

Once he recognizes your willingness, though, he’s relieved. There’s no need to pout any longer, dear. Of course he’ll court you properly now that he’s got you somewhere he knows you’ll be safe and sound. Should you need or want anything, just name it, and your designated attendants will have it for you in an instant. Any minute of his time not spent taking care of Penacony is spent on you, holding you close and indulging your every whim.

Others might be devastated about being locked up, but you’re more than content with the gilded cage you’ve been provided, and you’ve taken quite the liking to your keeper.

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loveperfectionchaos

3 years ago

I love these drama 😍

Genshin men as k-dramas

Pairings: genshin men x f!reader

Synopsis: Scenarios of you and genshin men in some of my favorite k-dramas.

Characters: childe, scaramouche, itto, thoma, kaeya

(pt.2) ayato, albedo, kazuha

(pt.3) dainsleif, diluc, zhongli, xiao

a/n: this got too long so I'm cutting these into parts!

Childe — A Business Proposal💍

you feel so out of place in this fancy restaurant where everyone seems so poised and classy. why did you even agree to this? oh right, you need the money. waiting feels like forever until a sexy voice that made your body tingle calls out to you. "hello? (f/n) (f/l/n)?" you look up to the man confirming your name and you swear the air got knocked out from your lungs. HE'S SO FINE??? AND HE'S RICH?? jackpot!!! wait, don't forget you're on a fake date. you need to mess things up! and so you act like a crazy woman obsessed with her riches and is fond of hot, crazy, steamy, wild sex. you're literally throwing away your dignity just for this awkward date to end (why isn't he saying anything to you T_T). you swear you've done everything you could to get this man to be turned off and yet this falls on his lips: "I like you." WHATTHE? wow, what a crazy man he must like crazy women too. what was his name again? ajax? childe? oh well, it's not like you will ever see him again.....SURPRISE SURPRISE BIATCH, he's your fucking boss, the owner of the company. the urge to jump in front of a bus is really strong right now <3. help, how are you going to solve this? you just fooled your boss on a date! and wow, the universe must really hate you because he found out <33 and now you're sitting here across him, apologies endlessly spilling from your mouth because you're such a desperate peasant for money. he's like "i don't like people who waste my time." and you be like: "ok i'm sorry *cries* :((" but then...he sets up a proposal??? a proposal where you two have to fake date and then get married just to get his grandpa's pestering off his back. wait this isn't a marriage proposal, it's a business proposal!

Scaramouche — Flower of Evil🌹

everything was perfect, it was the same old morning routine you would never get tired of. waking up to your husband cooking breakfast, your daughter's eyes creasing when she sees you, and your giggle that warms the house. your husband thought it was perfect too, and he wanted to stay like that forever...but how could someone who had a dark past pretend like it didn't exist? the past will never let him go and Scaramouche will do anything to keep his family out of danger. unfortunately, it can't be helped, you are a detective after all. fate it may be, your team is the one who's investigating your husband's case. the moment you picked up that watch, when you recognized it, hid it from your colleague, doubts started to rise and suddenly you can't breathe. was it all lies? your cold neighborhood crush who eventually warmed up and loved you...was it all fake? just like your husband's identity? every night, laying on that bed with him, his touches on your skin now bring pain rather than relief. no, you're not going to let love blind you. you are a detective who swore to bring justice. and you are gonna bring justice. even if it's against your husband, even if this fragile dollhouse falls apart, as long as you're alive...justice will prevail.

Itto — It's Okay to Not Be Okay✍️

the moment you saw Itto and that big beefy arms of his, you wanted him. and what you want, it's what you get. that's what always been happening in your life, everything is so easy to get! except for this stubborn himbo who disregards your romantic and sexual advances. is he gay? maybe asexual? nah, you don't think so. but why does he always reject you? any attempt of dressing up in grand designer clothes doesn't seem to catch his eye and it's so frustrating. oh, he's busy taking care of a granny and a kid in a retirement home...that's sweet and...attractive. the visits to the retirement home get more and more frequent because of the everyday itch of seeing his face. the more you stay, the more you learn about life and the deeper your feelings get. don't worry about unrequited love, because this big man is also falling in love with you despite your eccentrics. the time spent with Itto is a time well spent, a short period that cannot compare to the dark and empty life you had before. this is a path of healing, a path of love, and a path of family. you'd gladly take this path in any life because of the happiness it gives. you're working on a new book with the kid whom Itto takes care of as the artist. this is not child labor, this is just commissioning an artist! you close your eyes and recall the past months you had with Itto and the people at the retirement home. then colorful imagination, sceneries, and characters just pop up in your mind as you hurriedly scribble down the train of thought. "kid draw this." you pass the notes to the boy who's sketching on a notepad and he nods while he gets his materials. you lean back with a satisfied smile as you smell the incoming money from this bestseller book.

Thoma — Sweet Home🌇

so this it...this is the end of your short life. you're a year from graduating and reaching your dreams and now this stupid zombie apocalypse happens out of nowhere. you haven't even stepped foot in Switzerland yet! goodbye mother, father, friends, relatives. goodbye world it was a mid life. wait are they even alive— "hhk!" a quiet hitch escapes your lips and you quickly bite down the flesh as the monster's ears turn and face you abruptly. your face contorts in horror at the terrifying appendage that's nearing your face; your body instinctively presses on the wall even if there's no room left to hide. you were accepting moments ago and now you're keeping quiet because you want to live. 'guess this is human survival instinct. and your survival instinct is telling you to hold your breath and keep quiet but your pounding heart won't listen, and you know the monster could hear it. this was a terrifying way to go, your heart pulled out of your chest. the ear gets awfully close to your nose and you close your watery eyes while your ears ring, lips bleed, and body paralyzed. 'let's just make this quick please. it's just like sleeping right?' a sad thought enters your mind as your body calms down while preparing for the blow. then a shrill shriek startles you as you open your eyes, watching the ear pull out quickly. A stabbing sound squelches and your heart drops as your hands absentmindedly place over your mouth. you don't know if you're relieved or guilty but you just press your knees to your chest and close your eyes. then, the atmosphere changes as a familiar voice calls out to you: "hey, are you okay? are you hurt?" your eyes take in the sight of a blonde guy holding a knife-broom with a worried expression on his face. then suddenly, every piece of nerve just connects together and your mind is back on track. OMG IT'S THAT CUTE MALEWIFE MATERIAL NEIGHBOR! IT'S THOMA! your sight then follows the familiar dog walking around the apartment and it turns to you as if smiling, serotonin immediately overwhelming you. you're very happy thoma and taroumaru are alive— oh, another man is holding a katana and a woman carrying a guitar! glad to know you're on the winning team!

Kaeya — Nevertheless🦋

he's the type of guy who doesn't like commitment and thinks relationships are a bother but likes to flirt. what a total asshole. and of course, you don't know that this potential danger is now approaching you since your back looked so appealing. kaeya sits beside you and asks: "is this seat taken?" you turn to speak but then you're met with the hottest man you've ever seen. one eye covered but the other is dark blue, tan skin, has a tiddie window, and an aura that just screams sex. you've been mesmerized by his appealing looks that it left kaeya chuckling, snapping you out of your dream. "n-no it's not taken." you reply to him as he sits beside you, ordering a drink for himself. you just broke up with your boyfriend and yet this man is currently occupying your mind, is that even right? that night continued with the both of you playing darts and enjoying each other's company. a small detail you noticed about him is that he has a butterfly tattoo on his nape. you wanted to ask him about it but it seems it has a deeper meaning that's not suitable for light talk. lucky you, he's surprisingly a schoolmate of yours! kaeya's visits to your apartment become frequent since he says he wants to get close! supposedly innocent touches become heated ones that lead to the bed. nevertheless, this unsafe attraction is what keeps you bound to each other.

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loveperfectionchaos

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“j-just shh baby” eren plead, rocking his hips into you. your hand covered your mouth as you stared up at him, his glasses getting foggy with each deep breath he took to keep the moans from falling. “j-just please mommy” eren bit his red lip, thrusting into you roughly making him bottomed down. “shitshitshit” tears came to his water line, your pussy was his favorite thing in the world. well after spiderman, harry potter, you, and his mom. but it was still his absolute favorite thing ever.

it sucked him in, wrapping around him so tight that sometimes it was even hard to rock into you. his large hands gripped your love handles, fuckin you onto him, you body jerking and tummy jiggling slightly when your ass connected to his thigh making the sound echo out. “rennieee” you whispered, hands balling into the spiderman covers beneath you. this wasn’t supposed to happen, a cute day at his parents house turned into you two spending the night in his nerdy room.

it was book, anime, spider man, action figure galore. and you couldn’t help but find it so cute.

“shh s-shh” he stuttered, his hair falling out of the ponytail and prettily falling down his face when he threw his head back; adam’s apple bobbling, and cock jerking when you clenched. “g-god” he whimpered, making small thrust, his fat head nudged deep inside of you. “b-babyy” you griped his arms scratching at his skin, trying to do something. the feeling was too much but too little, he was fucking you so slow that it felt like he was edging your orgasm. you looked at him with low eyes fucking him youself.

sliding up and down his dick, his headboard hit the wall while eren let out a choked sob. “nono” it was too late. his organs hit him, his abs flexing as he fell onto of you, glasses falling on the ground while tears poured from his eyes. “that’s it” you whispered in his ears still rocking your hips. his balls where being drained empty. your pussy clenching and unclenching, your eyes focusing on the pathetic man with green eyes who looked at you as if you were some sort of god. “fill me up more baby” you wiped eren’s tear stained cheek holding onto the eye contact as your creamed around him. “y-yess” you cried, your nipples being sucked into his warm mouth making you fall back from your elbows and try pushing him away; but he wouldn’t budge”

“make a’mess mommy” his deep voice sent shockwaves throughout you. your body in sweet bliss for so long eren panicked just a little until you stopped shaking and giggled tieredly. “they’re definitely gonna know” eren only pouted kissing your lips. his cheeks red in embarrassment but he wouldn’t take it back.

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loveperfectionchaos

3 years ago

muah perfecton muah muah