#i apologize i am currently obsessed with this idea

[bisexualiteaa]

Romance and Roleplay!

Knight!Chance x Princess!reader

MDNI!!

CW: fluff, smüt, slight spoilers!! Briefly proofread, established relationship (love route) cursing, reader is AFAB, one use of y/n, 0ral (fem receiving) fïngerïng, b0dy w0rship, r0lepläy, p0rn w/o plot, p0rn with a backstory? Unpr0tected seggs, P in V, Cream 🥧 , terms of endearment (Princess, baby, my love, darling) praise, smüt w/ fluffy ending, fluffy smüt, possible grammar and spelling errors

Summary: after realizing Chance, you both play your last session of the G&G campaign he’d built and that you’d spent months playing together. In celebration of its finale, and his realization, you decide to celebrate by bringing your characters to life.

AN: I’ve been obsessed with this game and the different characters since it came out, and there was no way my D&D loving ass would not fall head over heels for his character! I just had to write something for him. I wrote most of this while I was on a flight so if it’s a little scattered, I apologize, but I hope I’ve done him justice!

As always, my ask box is open! I would love to take asks especially for Date Everything content!! But as always, hope you enjoy! ☺️

“Oh dearest Princess, how fair you look on this beautiful evening” spoke Chance as he stood kneeling before you on one knee, a surprisingly convincing prop sword in hand with the tip of its blade pointed to the floor as he did. His head lay bowed before you, looking down at the floor beneath him in a bow of respect as you stood before him. You were donned in a beautiful dress that he’d bought for you, dreaming of the day that you could both breathe life into your G&G characters. Now that you had, he couldn’t help but want to have a little fun with it, wanting to show you just how beautifully he imagined their romance blossomed within his recently finished campaign. The dress you were wearing was made exactly to the specifications that you’d told him the day you’d introduced your character to the table. You had no idea he’d taken such detailed note of it all. Everything was hand sewn to your specific measurements, each piece of fabric brought together and masterfully tailored down to the very last minute detail reflected on the sketches you’d made of your character. Prosthetics were molded and seamlessly placed along the shell of your ears to form the long, recognizable point of elven ears that were now decorated with many beautiful earrings that shined in the dance of the candle light currently warming the room. The finishing touch was the flower crown placed atop your well done hair, a symbol of your royalty, your heritage and the long awaited coming of the springtime season. Something that he duly noted was important to your character and where she was from. “My love, how you flatter me so” you responded with warmed cheeks and a delighted smile as he looked up to you now, eyes bright as they gazed upon you like you were a goddess standing before him, and he an unworthy a sinner. “I speak only truth, my dear Princess. Though they never stray from you, I must say you are by far the fairest of any I may lay eyes upon” he said truthfully, making you smile at his lovely compliments. “My world ceases to exist when you are not around. When I am without you, it is as if I am without the very oxygen that fills my lungs” he continued, showing his complete and utter devotion to you. Your soft palm reached to lay against his cheek, keeping his gaze held to you as you blessed him with your radiant smile. Each time you did he swore, in and out of character, that his heart may burst from the pure swell of happiness it gave him to be graced with it. His character had just now finally returned home from a mission given to him by the king, your father. This scene took place before the start to his campaign technically, just a few short months prior but it was how your characters had come to know one another before joining up in the adventure. “Dearest love, how it pains me to be away from you. Even a moment without your company, without your love, is naught but pure torture” you added, watching as he stood now nearly towering before you, making your heart skip within your chest. The look he’d given you held such intensity, such love. It’s how you knew he meant every word that he’d said.

Only in your wildest dreams had you ever thought you’d found a romance like this, a love that transcends even that of the most famous storybooks. He was a fairytale come true,

A fantasy brought to life in more ways than one. Though his character may be a knight, he was nothing short of your perfect prince. In the months you’d come to know Chance as more than just your trusted D20, your bond and romance was something you’d never saw coming, but it had been the most wonderful experience. You had no idea your heart could be captured so fast by someone, and had it not been for the dateviators, you’d have never known it. Now you no longer even needed them, that’s what made this night in particular so special. It was a celebration of his realization. “Oh how I’ve missed you, Chance. How an ache has boiled within my very core in the wake of your absence. I spent every night on my knees praying for your safe return, dreaming of you as I lay my head to sleep, then every morning waking to the thoughts of you returning to my arms once more” you admitted as he smiled sweetly down at you, nothing but love resting in the beautiful brown eyes of the knight who stood there before you. “Tis where I belong. Regardless of whether the king will have it, my heart belongs to you and to you only. I only hope one day to take you away from this place, to build a life and a family of our own with you by my side through it all” he replied as he grabbed your hands in his, making your heart swell at his words. He had a way of making you feel as if you were the only woman in the whole world. “How greatly I look forward to such a life with you, my love. Until that day comes however, at least we may take comfort that here my father’s opinions matter not. In this room, within these walls, the world is ours for the taking. This is our sanctuary where I am yours as you are mine” you answered, your hand moving to cup his cheek once more as he moved closer to you. “How incredibly lucky I am to have your heart, my beloved Princess” he said, holding your hand in his as it rests against his cheek still. Your heart raced excitedly as you looked at him, feeling his touch against your skin now that he was realized felt so warm in comparison to before. Sure it was exciting then but this was a whole new feeling, a whole new level of excitement. There was a whole new world of things for you to explore together now, and he didn’t want to experience a moment of any of it without you.

Tension hung thick in the air around you, an almost buzzing electricity flowing through you both as you gazed upon one another. The pale glow of the moonlight seeping through the blinds mingling with the warmth of the lit candles came together in a perfectly romantic atmosphere. You couldn’t imagine a better moment than this to share with the man before you. “Forgive me my forwardness but…perhaps you could show me just how much you have missed me” you spoke plain, a small grin stretching to your lips that made him chuckle. He loved the rush of color it sent to your cheeks as your pupils dilated with excitement. “Is that so princess? Has my absence left you wanting that greatly?” He asked making you giggle softly at his teasing words. “Terribly so, my noble knight. I have craved you night after night, morning after morning since the very moment you’d left my side” you answered with a soft grin resting upon your lips, feeling his hand descending upon your hip, gently inching you closer with his tight but tender grip. It sent a patter to your heart and a spark down your spine to feel his breath against your sensitive, heated skin. The very air around you began to warm, making your dress suddenly feel uncomfortably tight. You looked to his hand before looking back up at him, your lips parted slightly as you returned his lustful gaze. “My apologies Princess…allow me to correct my grievances” he replied with a suave smile, leaning down to capture your lips in the sweet but passionate kiss you’d been waiting all night for. You looped your arms around his neck as he did, his free hand now cradling your cheek just as you’d done to him. It was electrifying feeling his soft lips against yours, how they fit so perfectly against your own. You couldn’t help the soft, breathy moan that escaped you into it, your bodies pressed so closely together. It was intimate in a way that put even your steamiest, smutty fanfics to shame.

You almost didn’t want to stop. From the feel of his lips moving against yours, to the way his hands tenderly traced along your curves sending gooseflesh to prickle along your sensitive skin. You were certain you were in heaven. He’d felt real before but this? This was entirely different. It was electrifying. You felt his tongue trace along your bottom lip, begging you to allow him to deepen the kiss. You playfully denied him this, making him nibble at your lip before bringing it gently between his teeth, tugging it back with him a short distance before letting go. The look you gave him as he did sent a jolt straight to his aching cock. He could only chuckle as you quickly closed the distance, kissing him with a far different sort of passion behind it. This kiss was more needy, carnal even. A tangle of tongues, a slight clashing of teeth. You’d grown desperate for his any and every touch. Only when the burning ache of oxygen deprivation began to set in your lungs had you both finally pulled away. Both your faces flushed and lips spit slickened as you panted, looking upon one another with nothing short of carnal desire. The hot air around you now unbearable as the tension only grew between you, longing to be absolved. “Chance…” you pleaded breathlessly. “Tell me what it is you desire, Princess. Anything, and it is yours” he replied, waiting for your pleas for him to continue, waiting for you to tell him the words he longed to hear. “You. I need you. Please…Make me yours” you begged making a low, rumbling groan sound from deep within his chest in response. “How I’ve longed to hear those words fall from your sweet lips, my love” he answered, making you smile so happily up at him. “Then let us lose ourselves in each other. Rid me of these cloth constraints and let us become one” you replied watching him bring your hand up, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “I’d love nothing more” he said, making your face flush once again as he kissed you.

You laid your hair to the side, moving it out of his way so that he could undo the many intricate ties of your corset. Your heart raced with each undoing of the lace, pounding deep within your chest as the moments passed, filling you with excitement of what was to come. Once you were finally freed of its constricting ties, both of you watched as it slipped from your frame and fell to the floor at your feet. His large hands rested against your waist where it once sat, enjoying the feel of your warm skin that now hid beneath one less layer. You hummed happily as he placed light, worshipping kisses along your shoulders and neck, holding you from behind as he worked the shoulders of your dress down and off your frame. As he did, you both watched from the mirror as more and more of your skin was being slowly exposed. The look on his face when your breasts had been uncovered made your thighs clench together, seeing him looking at you so wantonly made you truly feel so special. You giggled softly as he trailed the fabric down your waist, then down your hips, taking note of your lack of undergarments beneath. “Oh princess, how you tease” he spoke, making you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, feeling his hardened member throb against your rear. You had reached for your crown to take it off, but his hands stopped you. “No, leave it. I quite like this look” he said, making you smile as you let your hands fall to your sides, leaving the crown resting on top of your head.

His eyes traveled up and down your now completely bare figure, eyes alight with a loving smile that put your every anxious thought to rest. “You are so beautiful, my love. Why you must make every goddess above absolutely green with envy” he complimented, making you chuckle softly and bashfully as he basked in your glory. “Well don’t leave me the only one here who is bare darling, I wish to see you too” you said in a bemused tone, making him chuckle as he soon began to work himself out of his clothes. He wasn’t as slow with it as he was with you, but you enjoyed the process nonetheless. You smiled with a half bitten lip as you laid on your bed, waiting and watching as he undressed himself with half lidded eyes. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs and that electric feeling beginning to grow in the pit of your stomach. First he rid himself of his outer most armor, then came his chemise leaving his torso now completely bare to you. You gasped softly as your hand trailed downward, journeying between your legs at the sight of him. He wasn’t all hardened muscle, still harboring a slight softness to his middle but with a noticeable outline of the muscles that lay beneath. His arms however were definitely toned, the arms that you fantasized could effortlessly carry you to and from places every now and again, or that could hold you up as he would take you against any surface in your home. His chest was built and broad, how you longed to drag your hands along it leaving red, puffy streaks in their wake from your nails. You could see the faintest peak of a happy trail leading down below the low sitting waistband of his pants, and a rather noticeable imprint of his excitement beneath the tight fitting fabric. He stood with rosy cheeks watching as you touched and teased yourself to the mere sight of him, listening to the blissful moans falling from your lips as his hand moved to rub the growing tent in his pants. “Princess…” he said in naught but a whisper, watching as your fingers danced along your aching clit in a most pleasurable rhythm, spreading your legs open for him to see exactly what you were doing. “You see what you do to me, my love? Do you see the way my body lights on fire the moment your gaze falls on me? And to see you here like this, all for me…” you let out, watching him as he worked off his belt before removing his pants and then his leathers in one fell swoop. You moaned with delight as his cock had been freed from its confines, tapping against his lower belly before standing proudly all for you. All *because* of you. It took everything in you not to drool at the sight. “You do the very same to me” he replied, making you hum delightedly in response as he worked his hand up and down his shaft a few times. “Then come here, take what is yours” you replied in a sultry tone, and he most certainly didn’t need to be told twice.

Your sweet giggles and soft gasps could be heard as he joined you on the bed, climbing over top of you with an excited smile. Your arms looped around his neck as he leaned down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. Though shorter than the last few you’d shared, it held no less desire behind it. His lips traveled from yours to your jaw, littering your neck, shoulder and chest with his soft kisses. You moaned delightedly as he brought his lips to one of your pebbled nipples, his fingers pinching and rolling the other in delicious tandem to allot them both equal treatment and care. Your back arched slightly from the plush duvet, pressing yourself against him and leaning into his touch as he littered your skin with his delicate kisses. Moving further down from your breasts, he trailed his tongue along your stomach, making you whimper with need as he kissed your hips. He looked up at you with a grin and a soft chuckle as he situated himself between your supple thighs, his hands on either side of them while his fingers soothingly rubbed up and down the outsides of them. “So needy for me” he teased, kissing and gently nipping along the innermost parts of your thighs, earning more of those cute whimpers and melodic moans he loved so much. “Chance…” you breathed, fisting the covers beneath you with whitened knuckles from your growing anticipation and excitement. How he loved to tease you. “What is it, my love?” He asked, trailing his hot kisses from one side to the next, purposefully skipping over where you needed him the most, only affording you a passing breath to your throbbing clit. “Please…need you” you whined, fearing you may combust if he didn’t give you what you needed. “Need what darling?” He asked, his lips so close to your soaked heat as he grinned up at you knowing exactly what it is you craved, but he wanted to have a little fun. “This?” He asked coyly before finally bringing his lips to your clit, kissing it with the same passion he’d held earlier. You moaned in both surprise and delighted relief as he did, your hips jerking up slightly with the sudden stimulation. Your eyes fluttered shut, back arching slightly from the mattress once again as your hands tangled in his hair. “Yes! Oh fuck…” you moaned blissfully, your whole body lighting ablaze from pleasure. Your chest heaved with each labored breath, your jaw slack as your voice rang out, caring not for who could hear as his tongue massaged your clit with near perfect precision. “Gods above…oh!” You let out, hearing him moan into you as he lost himself in your taste, his hands kneading your plush thighs. He couldn’t help but steal glances towards you, looking up to the faces of pleasure you’d make, to the way your breasts moved with each breath you took. You looked stunning before but like this? This far exceeded that of even his filthiest fantasies and hottest dreams. He could hardly even believe he was really here, doing this with you. Something he once could have only ever dreamed of was now a beautiful reality.

Your every moan made his cock throb angrily with need, feeling your pulsing bud against his tongue as he worked two fingers inside of you slowly, doing his best to be gentle. “Oh fuck, Chance…” you moaned as his fingers finally sheathed inside of you, curling to rub against your walls in search for that sweet spot deep within. It took him a few minutes to find it, but once he did there was no mistaking it. Your cry of pleasure as he circled your clit with his tongue, paired with the rhythmic strokes of his fingers left you keening. “Right there…just like that, yeesss” you pleaded, making him grin with accomplishment and pride as your voice began to ascend in pitch, telling him he was bringing you closer to your peak. “Feels so good, Chance. Please, don’t stop!” You added, and how could he ever even think of such a torturous thing? Doing exactly as you’d directed him, he kept his pace, and despite the tiring ache beginning to set in his tongue, he continued. It wasn’t long before you were finally falling over the edge. You’d gasped, your back arching much more harshly as your thighs squeezed his head. In a flash your body was both tense and weightless, a surge of electricity flowing down your spine sending gooseflesh to your skin once more. A loud cry of his name left you in both pleasure and warning as your climax washed over you with the strength of a tidal wave. You panted heavily as he worked you through your orgasm, helping you down gently from cloud nine before overstimulation slowly set in. You twitched harshly before realizing you’d still had him in such a tight grip, allowing him the ability to move and breathe. Your whole body was on fire from the pleasure that ebbed through you, looking at him with a weak smile as he climbed back up over top of you. “I could spend forever doing that” he said making you laugh as you looked up at him, hands resting on his chest. “That does sound rather enticing” you replied teasingly, making him laugh as he kissed you. You could taste yourself on his tongue but you paid it no mind. “But I need you, need to feel you” you added. “I think that can be arranged” he replied, earning a giggle from you in return.

The faint sounds of the bed rocking and creaking against its frame could be heard through the room alongside your shared moans in a sinful cacophony. You knew you’d have to answer to Betty after it was all said and done, and likely everyone else who resided in your bedroom, possibly even the whole upstairs at this rate, for the noise alone if they weren’t already enjoying the display. However that could wait for another day, right now all you wanted was to get lost in the man who was above you granting you the most earth shattering pleasure you’d ever experienced. “Chance!” You moaned as your nails dug into the muscles of his back, creating even more puffy red tracks along his skin. He moaned at the feeling of your warm walls wrapped tightly around his cock, paired with the bite of your nails against his back. It felt as if neither of you could get enough of each other. “Y/N…” he let out in a near broken whimper, making you moan. His hand moved to join with yours, your fingers intertwined as he thrust into you. A rosy flush coated his cheeks as he looked upon you, your hair splayed beneath you against the pillows, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. Your face contorted with pleasure was one he’d soon never forget. The way your eyes would roll back or flutter shut when he’d hit that spot you liked, the way your brows furrowed and your jaw would fall slack with each cry of pleasure. What he loved most was that look in your eyes when they would lock with his, the way your pupils had blown so wide yet despite the lust, they still held that same loving care in them you’d shown him since you two met. His free hand grabbed one of your thighs, hiking your leg up so that he could reach deeper within you, making you only cry out even more. He wanted there to be no distance between you, no space for anything other than your bodies and the love you two share to exist. To lose yourself in the throes of pleasure only he could bring you. “Doing so good for me love” he said, making you whimper at his praise. “Feel so good, Chance” you praised in return, earning a blush from him and a moan as he rutted into you a little faster. “All for you, baby. All for you” he replied before leaning down and capturing your lips in another kiss, delighting in your moans into it as your free hand traveled from his hair, to his chest, and moved all about his body.

He could feel your walls tightening around him, paired with the raised pitch of your moans told him that you were once again nearing your peak. “So close…” you let out, still rather sensitive from cumming just a little bit ago. “Let go for me baby, I’ve got you” he replied, his hand leaving your thigh to work his fingers against your clit. You threw your head back against the pillows as he did, expletives and moans leaving you with each breath. “Oh gods, Chance!” You let out, panting harshly as your hips bucked up into his touch, chasing every bit of stimulation and friction you were given. “Cum for me princess, cum for me” he pleaded, his eyes flitting between your face and where you two where connected, listening to the sounds of your soaked cunt sucking him in with each thrust. “Oh fuck, Chance!!” You cried out in warning before your body arched once more from the bed, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him for dear life, wrapping your legs around him sending him deeper inside of you. “Fuck..” he let out, watching your orgasm rip through you and feeling your walls clench around him, bringing him to his own release. “Baby…” he whimpered, brows furrowed and mouth slightly agape as he thrust deeply into you, moaning as his cock throbbed with each rope of cum that spilled from him. As he finally stilled deep within you, fighting to catch his breath just the same as you were, you felt so full, so loved, so fulfilled. It was a wonderful feeling, one you didn’t want to let go of just yet. You looked up at him, your hair frazzled, your face hot but with a smile resting on your lips. He couldn’t help but kiss you in that moment, wishing to savor every bit of this that he could.

“I love you. I love you so much” he admitted into your shared kiss, making your heart nearly skip a beat at the words. “In character?” You asked between your gasps for air once he’d pulled away, making him chuckle. “And out” he clarified, making you smile brightly up at him and oh how it made him melt. “Good. Because I love you too” you replied as he kissed you again. “Holy crit that was awesome!” he said excitedly, making you giggle as he finally dropped character. “If that’s how we end every G&G session now, I don’t think I’ll ever want to play anything else” you replied, making him laugh. “I had a few ideas…maybe next time we let the dice decide how it all goes. Roll for whose top, how kinky it gets…” he said, making you hum with intrigue at his idea as you pulled him down towards you and into a kiss. “I think that can be arranged” you replied in a sultry tone between kisses, leaving his mind to run rampant with all the different ideas he could come up with for your next session.

[nightwngz]

Oh my beloved, here's a little idea for you!

'Am I the asshole for dating my best friend's ex?' Where Barry absolutely couldn't let slip the opportunity to have Hal's pretty ex for himself, well, she doesn't belong to him anymore right?

Like, he sees that she's so sad because of the breakup and he's just so nice, gentle, kind with her, why not give him a chance? Barry knows that it must sucks to not have someone to kiss :(((

— 𝓔𝐱 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ✩!!

barry allen x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀… Smut. Dirty talk. Fingering, p in v.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. . . Omg, omg! You practically read my mind because Barry is practically my current obsession. By the way, sorry for the delay, dear, I didn't quite know how to write it. 💗

Barry and Hal have always been best friends. They got along so well that even when you were dating Hal, it never occurred to you that Barry might betray his trust, not even if you suggested it yourself.

And after spending so much time going out with your friend and sharing dinners, lunches, and breakfasts, with a bit of a hangover in between, you started to think that Barry could also become a good friend for you.

Even after you broke up with Hal, Barry continued to stand by your side, supporting and indulging you.

Though you never suspected him of double-dealing, Barry remained neutral about your breakup. It's not that he didn't care about Hal; in fact, he had more than once questioned whether he was doing the wrong thing by approaching you, even after you and Hal had ended things.

But yes, he was a complete asshole for approaching you in the first place, and he was even more of an idiot for falling in love with his friend's girlfriend in the first place.

He had fantasized about Hal's girlfriend countless times, and many of those times he had to restrain the desire to touch himself by thinking of you, so as not to betray him.

But it wasn't until he saw you crying on the floor of your apartment with a bottle of alcohol in your hand that he realized you were no longer his best friend's girlfriend. The relationship had ended, and although you were still dealing with the aftermath of the breakup, there was nothing that alcohol and other distractions couldn't alleviate.

"Hal is my friend, but sometimes he can be a real jerk. Don't worry, if you need to vent, go ahead," he suggested, trying to be friendly.

However, when you took his lips without permission as a means of release, Barry neither objected nor resisted. He thought that given your situation, it must be terrible not to have anyone to kiss.

Sad thoughts about Hal vanished the moment Barry's tongue entered your mouth. Maybe it was just what you needed to forget, since not even he, as your ex's best friend, seemed to care what Hal might think, and even less so did you.

Barry had inevitably thought of Hal. He couldn’t help but remember his friend while his ex-girlfriend’s tongue slid into his mouth and he felt her hips moving until she was straddling his belt. However, he didn’t stop; in fact, the thought that she no longer belonged to him crossed his mind, which only drove him to continue.

It was too late to regret when he felt your hands sliding down his hips, pulling at his clothes. He couldn't resist pushing you onto your back, landing on top of you and pinning your body against the couch.

He kissed you desperately as if you were his last meal, holding you tight with his hands and his tongue on your mouth, exploring every inch of your skin that was still hidden under the fabric he hastily removed.

Even as he slid his fingers aside your underwear, without removing it completely, to enjoy caressing your wet crotch, he smiled. He knew he had what he so desperately wanted, like a whimsical child with his new toy.

"Did Hal miss out on all this? Too bad for him that now I have to take care of this tight pussy." He whispered in your ear with a grin, licking his fingers gently so you could hear the obscene sound close up.

And finally, when he got inside you so deeply that tears welled up in your eyes at the intrusion, you felt completely convinced that you had done the right thing by breaking up with Hal, something that Barry also agreed with. You smiled at the thought that he had taken advantage of the situation and looked at him, convinced that he had orchestrated the whole thing for his own benefit.

"Don't look at me like that, honey. It's not my fault that Hal missed how deliciously tight your pussy feels. . ."

[talesfromnatea]

Section of a fic I won't write out bc I don't have further ideas. But. Definitely currently obsessed with Shen Jiu age-regression slavery reveals so!

Scrambling, Xiao Jiu got on his knees, pressing his forehead to the floor. In the back of his mind, he noticed it was much harder than it should be, that his arms got caught in too-long sleeves that were not as rough as a slave’s garb should be. But that was not the most important thing. “This lowly one apologizes,” he gasped out. “This one didn’t-”

“Shen Qingqiu?” he was interrupted.

His mouth snapped shut.

“Shen Qingqiu, what the hell are you doing?” the voice demanded again, and then a hand grabbed his shoulder and foisted him upright. Pain shout through his body as the whip scars on his back were aggravated. The man in white glared at him. “What’s your game?”

Game? Xiao Jiu would’ve laughed, hadn’t he been so terrified. He had no idea who Shen Qingqiu was, but someone like him didn’t have games. There was only survival. But the master was clearly expecting an answer. But there was no answer he could give that would tell this one what he wanted. No answer that wouldn’t get him beaten for the wrong one.

Fine. If there was no right answer, then he might as well not even try to find one. He opened his mouth to reply when a familiar, gentle voice interrupted.

“Begging the master’s forgiveness,” said Qi-ge, carefully moving in front of Xiao Jiu, making the man release him. Qi-ge’s gaze was on the floor, respectful, and he knelt, lowering himself into a bow, but he remained firmly in place in front of Xiao Jiu. “These lowly slaves do not know what or who you speak of.”

Qi-ge. That stupid, stupid idiot, putting himself in front of Xiao Jiu like that, risking these cultivators’ fury. Once they were alone, he would scream at him for taking a risk like that. But right now, the tremble in his body finally subsidized. Qi-ge was here, too. Then it was fine. Anything was fine, as long as they were together.

The whispers started up again. This time, he could hear them clearly, and there was one word that was repeated over and over again. “Slaves?” The voices were shocked, but some of them were filled with disgust. Of course they were, why wouldn't these rich assholes be disgusted by filthy, rotten little slaves?

Xiao Jiu bent himself into a bow as well behind Qi-ge. Were these people stupid? Obviously they were slaves. And obviously these people had to know that, or else why would they be here! He lowered his head enough that his hair would cover his facial expressions, and only then did he allow himself to scowl.

“Zhangmen-shixiong?” came another questioning voice, but when neither of them responded, another man came up close.

This one wore pale green and white robes, Xiao Jiu could see from the hems near the floor. “How old are you?” he asked quietly.

Qi-ge responded, “This lowly one is twelve, Immortal Master. Shen Jiu is ten.”

“Shen Jiu? Is that your name?”

Xiao Jiu forced himself to nod, once. “If it pleases the masters.” If these people were their new masters, who knew if they’d keep the name. Renaming your slaves was hardly unusual. He would hope it’d be better than Nine, but there was no point to hoping. It wouldn’t be. Any name he was given would likely be crueller than the last.

“And you?” he asked, presumably to Qi-ge.

“This slave is called Yue Qi, Immortal Master.”

“Look at me, please.”

They both looked up, though Xiao Jiu carefully kept his gaze trained on the man’s jaw instead of his eyes. They weren’t… cruel, at least. Not yet. His gaze seemed soft, but Xiao Jiu knew better than to trust that. The ones who looked the nicest were always the worst.

“This one’s name is Mu Qingfang,” the man said. “I am the Peak Lord of Qian Cao Peak. And I presume you both have no idea how you got here?” Wasn’t that one of the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect’s peaks? Where were they?!

Qi-ge shook his head. “Is Master Mu these lowly ones’ new owner?”

“What the fuck?” one of the cultivators exclaimed. She was ignored.

[momosweetpeach]

This is in no way me trying to be like rude or hateful, so if it comes off that way I apologize.

Like I kinda understand the CoraLaw ship, I also like don't? For some reason my brain just views it as like almost grooming??? Idk, would it be possible for you to please further explain your view on the ship? Obviously you are under no obligation to do so, and it's fair of you think you shouldn't have to explain your thoughts on it. I am moreso just curious.

Regardless I absolutely adore your art, especially how you draw Penguin and Shachi.

This isn't rude at all, this is actually quite polite and civil! And also-

I shall go in depth below since it'll be a lot.

First and foremost, a lot of people seem to have a totally bastardized idea of what "grooming" actually even IS nowadays. It gets tossed around so much that people forget that the main trait is INTENTIONALITY. It is an INTENTIONAL process of manipulation and abuse for selfish reasons (similar to gaslighting). It is very hard to "accidentally" groom someone. You can give them the wrong idea, maybe, but that's not grooming. It originally means to basically prep and train up someone for a specific role later in life. Doflamingo uses this meaning of the term when talking about wanting to train Law up to become his righthand man.

Cora-san's character is LITERALLY DEFINED by his selflessness and sacrifices he makes to save Law's life. He doesn't expect anything in return. He acts on a sense of duty and then empathy. He suffers greatly in attempts to allow Law to survive and live freely, out from under the thumb of his brother.

Speaking of Doflamingo real quick, for some reason I feel like I see the ship of DofLaw get a lot less hate than CoraLaw despite the fact that they're in similar positions. Usually, because people have the headcanon of DadCora even though Law never views or refers to Cora as a father figure in any canon or spinoff material. If you have that headcanon, fine, whatever, but you have to remember that canonically, Law and Cora do not see their relationship as familial. That's part of the weight in the scene that Law has with Sengoku after Dressrosa. "Don't look for a reason for somebody's love."

Law didn't have to be family or important or anything for Cora to love him. He just did, if anything, from a sense of deepseated empathy and understanding of the pain that Law was going through.

Now- the actual shipping part of it.

It is also extremely difficult to groom someone if you are GONE FOR 13 YEARS.

The most commonly depicted manner of CoraLaw as a ship is Cora returning after 13 years, whether he secretly survived Minion Island, has been a ghost, was resurrected- whatever it may be, there is the gap of Cora being gone and assumed dead for over a decade. That is a LONG TIME to be separated from a person, and by the time you reunite, things will have changed, ESPECIALLY LAW. He is NOT the same person he was at age 13 anymore, obviously. He is a fullass grown adult at age 26 in the current canon. He has become an entirely new person with new strengths, confidence, and outlook on things.

Another important part of the ship to me...is that it is most often LAW who is pursuing CORA, not the other way around. LAW is the one who has spent all this time devoted to avenging Cora and being basically obsessed with honoring his memory and repaying the sacrifices that Cora made to him. The devotion is met in equal measures in that sense.

Their relationship as adults, 26 and either ALSO 26 or 39 (depending on if Cora is resurrected or has actually been alive this whole time) is them recognizing how things have changed and how their dynamic has now evolved into something totally different. Law isn't a kid that Cora can pick up like a football. He's an accomplished pirate captain. He was a warlord for a bit!!! He's an insanely powerful and scary guy tbh!!!

But Law still has a soft spot for Cora, still talks about him with an edge of kindness and love. Law would he terrified of admitting that he's perhaps developed feelings because of the fear of rejection from his most precious person, the one he owes everything to.

A lot of fics go with the mutual pining angle, both afraid of ruining what they have, despite the fact that things aren't the same as they were 13 years ago. It's an interesting space to explore and requires a lot of trust ans vulnerability on both ends-

No. It's not a conventional relationship by any means. I won't argue that. But that's why I like it, damnit. It's a fictional scenario that is largely impossible in our world, and it's a fun space to explore and to consider the depth of the affection they already have for one another, evolving into something different and new.

That's the main takeaway here tbh for me. It's FICTION. Literally no individuals are being hurt and it's not even ticking off any boxes of the usual Dead Dove sort of things so. Yeah

Jazz hands

[dxddykenn]

The Strangers part 1

I apologize in advance if this isn’t well written. I’m fairly new to writing and wanted to get this idea out of my head after watching The Strangers lol. This most likely will be done in two parts. Feel free to leave any feedback or suggestions - Naiya🤍

part 2

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Michael B. Jordan as Erik “Stranger 1”

Aaron Pierre as Terry “Stranger 2”

Method Man as Damon “Stranger 3”

Home. A place that is your sanctuary. Somewhere you can escape from all the problems of the outside world. A place that provides you with a feeling of warmth and a sense of safety. What happens when it isn’t?

It was a late Friday night, the crisp Autumn air blew the fallen leaves along the ground. Freshly showered and skin moisturized you were on the couch catching up on your latest reality show obsession. As you were getting up to refill your wine glass, a loud thud sounded throughout the house. Your movements stilled, waiting to hear the noise again.

*Thump Thump Thump* the noise sounded again coming from the front door.

You glanced up at the clock hung in the living room ‘11:45pm’… strange, you aren’t aware of anyone planning to stop by. Walking to the door you peek through the curtain of the sidelite. You were met with complete darkness aside from the light shining faintly from the driveway.

Opening the door you’re startled by a man standing just below where the porch light normally would shine down. He was dressed in a jacket, dark pants and boots, but you were unable to see his face.

“Can I help you?” you ask him.

“Is…Y/n home”. A chill runs through your body. “I’m sorry?” you question.

“Is…Y/n home” he repeats.

You look at him curiously “Who are you?” you ask.

In return he doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he walks off towards the end of your driveway. Puzzled you reach up for your porch light, noticing that the bulb was slightly unscrewed. Tightening the bulb, you close the door behind you, wondering who the man was and where he came from.

Currently, you were in Georgia where you owned a vacation home that sat on a few acres of land. You were 24 years old studying to become an Optometrist. Between the never ending hours of studying, classes and life in general, you decided that you needed a mental break. Planning to stay for a few weeks you packed up and headed to Georgia. Only a very few people knew that you were leaving, which you preferred, allowing you to disconnect from reality for a little while.

Walking back towards the kitchen, you stop to set your alarm system “Better safe than sorry” you whisper to yourself.

Hours go by and you feel yourself slowly nodding off. Another episode of Reasonable Doubt playing in the background as your eyes grow heavier and heavier. Eventually you fall asleep, unbeknownst to the masked man standing behind the couch.

Three knocks jolt you awake. The man silently walking away, disappearing in the house.

Looking up at the clock again, it’s now 2 am. Getting up you cautiously walk to the front door. Peeking through the curtain of the sidelite you’re met with darkness again.

“What the fuck?” you say to yourself.

Quickly you disarm the alarm and snatch open the front door. Instantly your heart dropped, it was like the events from earlier were replaying all over. There the man was again. Still unable to see his face. Standing in the same spot as before. And the porch light out.

“Sir can I help?” you ask.

This time you notice the roughness of his voice as he repeats the same question “Is…Y/n home?”.

“Why do you keep asking that?!“ you snap.

Once again he just turns away and walks off. Slamming the door you rush back to the couch in search of your phone. Once in hand, you’re suddenly surrounded in absolute darkness.

“You can’t be serious”

Fumbling with your phone you turn on the flashlight, as your heart started to race. Slowly you walk towards the power box. It was located in a closet down the hallway just off of the kitchen. The light from your phone casting shadows along the wall as you moved. Your hand was out in front of you to ensure you didn’t knock into anything. Normally getting to the closet would have taken a few seconds but turned into minutes in your state of panic. Your hand grazes the doorknob rattling lowly. A sigh of relief escapes your lips as you grip the knob.

“Finally” you say as you open the door.

As you direct the light into the closet it hits something. Frowning, you steady your hold on the phone so you could see clearly. The light lands on a pair of boots. Moving up it falls on a pair of dark pants, next a jacket. As the light goes up further it lands on a straw face you jump in fear, when you finally realize it was a scarecrow.

“Y/n get a hold of yourself” you chuckle as you run a hand down your face. Clicking the switches, the lights in the house turn back on. Turning off the flashlight, you close the door turning to walk back down the hall when you smack into something. Stumbling back you grab onto the wall steadying yourself.

“What the-” you mutter.

Inch by inch you look up. The boots. The pants. The jacket. Looking all the way up, you lock eyes with the man from earlier. A burlap sack with two eye holes and a simple smile drawn onto it now covered his head.

A sharp, piercing scream leaves your mouth as you trip over your feet, knocking over a table in the hall. Frantically you run as fast as you could, trying to get to the front door. Snatching it open you’re met with another man. This one wearing a dusty black suit, a doll face mask covered his face and a knife in hand. You staggered back as tears well in your eyes.

“No…No!” you scream as you run towards the garage.

You only make it a few steps when you encounter another man. Towering over you he looked at you wearing a skull mask. A long sleeved flannel shirt and overalls covered his body, carrying an axe.

It felt as if the world just stopped. There were now three men in your house. There was no where to run, no where to hide. You didn’t know where to go or how to get away.

Backing up you go to run when you were grabbed from behind. Instantly you start to kick and scream when you feel a prick in your neck, your vision slowly fading to black.

Groaning, your head feels heavy and your body sore as you wake up. Blinking your eyes you're in a room illuminated by a red light. As you try to move you, you notice that you were suspended off the ground, bound by your arms and legs. That's when you notice three sets of shoes in front of you. Glancing up all three men were standing in front of you, masks still on their faces.

Your body starts to tremble in fear.

The air felt thick and that time was stuck as they just watched you. Breathing. Not saying a word. Just standing there.

All you could do was cry, not understanding why this was happening to you. “Why are you doing this!” you scream out, your voice shaking. The man standing in the middle of the other two slowly leaned towards you. Your eyes locking onto his, he mutters “Because you were home”.

As if on queue all three remove their masks, your breath catching in your throat. All three were breath taking. It didn’t make sense, what did they want?

“I’m Terry” the man wearing the burlap sack introduced himself. “This is Damon” he points to the man who was wearing the dusty suit. “And he’s Erik” he points to the man to the right wearing the flannel shirt.

Confusion was written all over your face as you just stared at them. Damon and Erik chuckle.

“Don’t worry we don’t want to hurt you Y/n” he strokes your cheek. You jerk your face away causing him to chuckle, gripping your throat bringing you back to face him.

“If I were you I would listen” Erik chimes in.

Terry rubs his finger along your bottom lip before speaking “We have a long night ahead of us. You’re going to listen and do what we say if you want to make it to the morning” he smirks before roughly letting you go.

What were you going to do?

[running-with-kn1ves]

(if you still write plssss I just love your stories) What about a yandere omega male obsessed with the gentle alpha female reader from another clan...and alpha female reader was different..she's not demanding,always patient, gentle and respectful...and sometimes loves cool quiet places ....and he's even more obsessed that it's his mate...but the problem is...she doesn't want a mate cause it's terrifies her cause she doesn't want to be a horrible person cause she's an alpha female cause she might get misunderstood....so ....the yandere omega is very very manipulative and very knows how to guilt trip her to making her mind and take her to bed s3x.....

A/N: For some reason this spoke to me. Very little proof read so I apologize if the smut doesn't make much sense or I get common a/b/o knowledge wrong lmao.

CW: Drink spiking, alcohol, yandere omega, AFAB alpha reader, smut, sex from behind, physical violence.

Synopsis: An omega keeps harassing you, begging you to be his mate. It isn't until one night when you're off your game, does he "win you over."

"C'mon, won't you humor me a little bit," the omega's eyes widened in hopeful desperation, a small smile quirking up from the tip of his mouth. "Just one, please?"

"Will you bug off already? I already said no, I've got my own. Go find someone else to pester."

"But you're nearly finished, hm?" He taps on your glass, looking up at you from against the table. He just barely met your height, but from the way he crouched on the barstool, running a ring around your cup with his finger, he embraced his place from below.

"I promise, just a drink and I'll let you be."

Your migraine grows; whether it be in the office, from your windows, or here at your only safe space-- the bar outside your apartment, he's antagonizing you wherever you go. Just a drink, he pleads. Just some coffee or a short dinner-- anything to get you to agree to be "his." His alpha, the bearer of his children “who'll be well taken care of,” he promises.

You've grown tired and irritated, your usually calm and civil demeanor relenting after a couple drinks. But still, your instinct to be kind to those weaker than you, to protect the fly currently stopping you from enjoying your solitude, kicks in.

"Fine," you give up. "Just one. Then please, will you stop trying to convince me? I'm not looking for a mate, and the more you bug me the less willing I am to accept your offer."

To you, the offer was pretty much off the table. But he was so persistent, influencing the idea to cross your mind more than once.

He lit up, grabbing the bartenders attention with a snap and tap on the bar. Despite the harmless, awkward body language he gave off, he wasn’t as “puppy-like” as most omegas appeared. Sure, there was that cuteness he tried to use to appeal to you, but it wasn’t as helpless as he tried to play it to be. He was using his charms as best as he could, licking his lips and using the new line of pheromone-reacting cologne you had heard so much about from your coworkers. Sometimes, you smelled your fellow alphas using it, trying their best to attract a mate, as if they didn’t already have an overpopulation of omegas flocking to their side. 

“I’m Lane, by the way.” the flirty omega said, a new cocktail in his hand as he swirled its straw. It was awfully thick for some tequila and fruit juice, the color almost turing an off-white and red. 

“I know.” You sighed, wondering how he could’ve thought you forgot his name after so many advances. Maybe it was just another attempt at riling up your inner instincts to find an mate, to repeat his name in your mind. 

“And I know you, of course,” He slyly moves forward, pushing the drink closer to you. “You’ve been avoiding me lately, lovely. Why so? Have you found a different omega to share your time with?” 

You hated how he spoke so plainly, how you were an alpha, how he was an omega, how everyone else-- no matter their standing-- was a threat or an outsider. 

You take a sip of the drink to appease him, wordlessly hit with a taste you could smell from a mile away. 

You tried not to spit it out, to be polite, to avoid the anger bubbling in your liquor-swishing stomach. 

“No. I’ve been busy, working. You know, trying to make a living, to support myself. What is it that you’ve been doing besides harassing me?” 

You didn’t know what exactly it was-- with the amount of inventions created these days to induce heat, to heighten pheromones, to attract a mate-- you knew it was something extracted with his fragrance, the essence of his identity as an omega-- to bring out the inhumane, animalistic need inside of you to protect and keep him for yourself-- to choose him, like he had done you. Just as he wanted. 

You could avoid the constant, offputting stench he covered himself in to make your inner nature hungry-- but this, the drug, or the... Part of him, that you didn’t want to think about, that was inside of you now-- was enough to drive you mad. 

His cheeks were a bit red behind their tan tint, resting on his knuckles as he looke up at you, so enraptured in your presence. He liked hearing you talk even if it was at his expense. 

You wanted to choke him, shove him against the pool table in anger for spiking your drink with something so crude. Yet, you could do nothing but keep your mouth shut, suffocating on his smell, on the feeling between your thighs and the need to find an omega, quickly. 

But alphas didn't go home with omegas without there being strings attached-- one night stands with your own kind was fine enough, but it wasn’t as satisfying as you know it could be. 

You put your head in your hands, pushing away the drink. One sip was enough to take you to hell. You should’ve been meaner to him, less tolerant. 

“You know, I don’t know why you’re so hesitant to find a mate. With your mother pressuring you, your coworkers almost entirely paired up-- you think it’d be about time.”  Lane’s hand slides to your shoulder, rubbing it in a gentle back and forth. 

“How do you know about that?” You groan from behind your arms, hardly phased by how much he knows about your life. Well, after three months of harassing you, he was unlikely to stay at just a distance. 

“I hear around! They’re worried about you, you know. Wondering if you’ll keep suppressing yourself during rutting season, how you’ll handle this, season… its only weeks away; are you going to keep using blockers?”

“It’s none of your business,” You sigh through your teeth, grinding them together between words. “I don’t.. I can’t handle having an omega in my life. You don’t understand what it’s like-- to be me. I’ll hurt them, I can’t be around anyone.”

You put a palm over your eyes, breathing through your mouth. Maybe you can last it out, if you could just get out of here. 

Lane jumps at the sound of that-- he’s heard your fears, seen them written on your face and through your bedroom window. He’s practiced a million times in situations like this to convince you-- that you aren’t as scary as you think you are, that even if you were, he would handle it all. He would take care of you like no other mate. It was what he was made for. 

“My love, oh-- you don’t even understand. Even if you were too, well-- rough, I’d never leave your side. I’m not afraid of you-- i’m not like the other omegas that’ve tried to capture your attention. With their weak, doe eyes, you’d massacre them-- I know it. But me, I can handle all of you, I promise.”

Lane sounded so earnest, a hopeless romantic’s authenticity dripping from his voice. He didn’t care if he had to play into your fear-- it was unlikely he’d ever be able to completely alter your esteem anyway. Atleast now, he could make you believe that he could hold all of you. 

You looked to the corner of your eye, watching how confidently he believed in his words. You weren’t quite sure if he was right, if anyone was stable enough to take how needy and protective you’d be as their alpha. You’d seen those who nearly break their mate, yet stay with them in an attempt to cure their loneliness. You couldn’t handle being like that. 

Lane took your hand away from your face, bringing it up to his. 

“You call for me… I know it, just as my body and soul long for you.. Won’t you do whats right, won’t you let two soulmates be together?” 

He lets his tongue peak between his plump lips, licking at the salty ridges of your palm, closing his eyes in bliss. 

He’s never managed to get this close to you before, your guarded nature always so skittish, so alert and defensive.

“Lane,” You huff, stumbling out of the barstool. You didn’t have the capacity to argue with him, to throw his pheromone-ridden drink in his face. If you didn’t get home now, you’d be long gone. It would be a rough night, but you couldn’t let your instincts get the best of you, not when they could make you hurt someone. 

“I’m..leaving. Don’t follow me--you’ll regret it, please.” 

You grab your jacket and bag, thinking twice about slamming back the rest of your bourbon. But it was better to be as clear-headed as you could; you’ve never been hit this hard with such a need before, except when you had your first rut as a late teen.

This though-- this was targeted at a specific individual. The omega who wanted you, who played with your impulses by injecting his own into the mix. You had to get away, lest you succumb.

Your eyes were hazy and dark as you pushed through the chiming door, out into the wet street of musty asphalt. 

Two blocks, thats all you had to cross. Then, you’d be free to writhe in bed and do your best to suppress the reaction inside of you. 

“Wait!” You heard Lane stumble behind you, only making you walk faster. “You can’t leave yet, let’s just talk!”

He struggled to keep up with you, stamina and legs far shorter than your own. Outside of the bar, in the streetlights and misty fog he was taller, almost… ominous. You would be more on edge if he wasn’t just a pathetic omega searching for your attention. 

You felt better in the cool air, away from his smell filling up the bar, but now he came back to haunt you, stuffing up your nose and throat with such a sweet, suffocating musk. 

You bent over, almost ready to gag at how hard you were trying to swallow your drool. 

“Are you okay?” He hugs your side, a hand on your back for comfort.  

Resting your palms on your knees you watch as he comes forward to bend down, pulling hair away from your eyes. He was warm, warmer than you, covered in whiffs of that pheromone cologne, letting it blind you in waves as you try to not breathe. But it was growing inside of you, you couldn’t get away with both his hands coming down to wrap around your wrists. That bigger, hungrier part of you didn’t even want to; It was grander than your insecurity, growing larger than your rational humanity. 

If you had the strength to hold back anymore, you could launch him 10 feet away from you. But you didn’t want to. You had to, to get away, to spare him from what he didn’t know-- but you wouldn’t. 

You watch the breath come from Lane’s mouth, letting his glasses get covered in a foggy film. He was so stereotypical, so obviously desperate to be taken care of and needy for a big bad alpha to keep him safe, to raise her pups. 

You moved in, just an inch, just to inhale that scent from his tongue. It was enough for Lane-- enough to make his smile break wide. He couldn’t hide it; it was hard to keep his ecstasy at bay when you were wrapped around his finger. So much work, so many efforts to capture you, and it was finally coming to fruition. 

“Come on, I’ll take you home. Your apartment’s this way, right?”

Of course it was this way, was there any need to pretend anymore? But he couldn’t help it, he was so used to acting undercover for you, to get you off your guard. 

You’re too sickly, going green as he lets you wrap an arm around his shoulder, hardly able to move your jellified legs forward. You wanted to pounce so badly, to mark him in that alleyway--  but maybe, he’d do you a kindness, and leave you to your own devices in your apartment, keep himself away like you told him he should. 

“You’ve… got to go--” You hiccup back a gag, feeling that sweet burning turn into a twisted ache, the desire that was once sort of pleasurable, now a great pain. 

“I can’t do that, I won’t leave my alpha all alone on the street. You won’t even be able to make it home if it wasn’t for me. That stuff will render you paralized, you know.”

“The, drink..?”  You push back another wave of nausea, stopping for a second to collect your senses. But there was nothing left to collect, you were all over the place, and you wouldn’t be better until the thirst was quenched. 

He grinned a tad, having waited for you to bring it up. Lane was sure you’d realize it was tampered with as soon as he pushed it toward you. But really, he expected you to push back more, to be smarter and slide it away. But you were too polite, almost gullible in a sense. 

Lane avoided the question, lifting your chin with the hand that wasn't keeping you standing. 

“Ah look, home sweet home.”

The lamp in your apartment window dully illuminated its open blinds. You could see directly into your bedroom, sloppily made bedsheets and clothes strewn across the floor. How many times had a stranger seen you hunched over your computer, or changing after a shower?

You swallowed back the salivation on your tongue, desperately trying to ignore the hot hand Intertwining itself into yours. You didn't have to be psychic to know Lane must've peaked through this window a dozen times from the way he eyed it so familiarly. 

His awareness of where your apartment sat, down to the floor and door number, was nauseating.

You stumbled with labored breaths, turning instinctively to the elevator, down the end of the hall. Lane turned with you, practically leading the way with skips of anticipation. 

You were bombarded with “how are you doing's?” And “just a little longer, my sickly mate” as Lane tortured you with pet names and brushes of his knuckles against your forehead. You were sweating now, heaving as your clothes felt too tight and your skin too sweltering. 

He had forced you to choke on his scent, to make your belly sting and throb unbearably, with each soft, caring, omega-like touch, always making sure his neck or wrists were in tasting view. 

The door to your apartment swung open, despite your head too foggy and pounding for you to search for your keys. Lane held a pair of something jingling in his hand, and you wondered If it was your messy keyring, or his. 

“There we go…” he cooed, shushing your panting as you stumbled against the couch.  “It's late, don't want to upset your neighbors, baby.”

“I'm home..” you gasp to yourself, trying to shuffle to the back bedroom, thanking the heavens that Lane’s scent was drifting farther away. That five minute walk home was hell, a hell you didn't realize you were in until you were out. 

The light peeking from the outer hall diminished, apartment door clicking shut and deadbolt sliding in with a lock. 

Now, only Lane and your breathing filled the air, the AC unit quietly humming-- yet doing nothing to cool the prickling burn of your skin. Your body was wracked with waves of fire now, only calming when Lane was near. You thought the burning was worse when he stood close to you, but with the omega’s body heat begin to drift away, your knees began to buckle. 

A hand in the dark from out of nowhere pulled you to the back of your apartment, across the kitchen and past the bathroom, into your dimlit bedroom. Even without his hand, you could’ve followed Lane’s overpowering smell covering every surface of your home. 

“You don’t look so hot; come lie down, okay?” 

Just lying down, taking a breather, it sounded so harmless. But what kind of person drugs you with pheromone enhancers, only to bring you home and let you “lie down?”

You feel for your bed with numb fingers, your bedsheets adorned in yellow light from your second-hand lamp. Lane picks up your foot as you sink into the bedsheets, untangling your shoelaces and slipping the sneaker off. He does the same to the other, placing your legs onto the end of the bed. 

Your head was a disaster, a mix of spinning sights of your room and drifting thoughts. 

“Ugh.. make it stop--” You covered your mouth, preventing from gagging any harder. Maybe throwing up would be a good thing, you could get this bitter-sweet flavor out of your mouth, and the cause of your suffering to release you. 

“I can make it stop, my mate.. you know what we need to do,”

“No--” You choke back your drinks from tonight “Anything but that-- I already told you…” Lane pushes a sweat stricken piece of hair from your forehead. “M’not looking for a mate..” 

Your legs curl up instinctively as your stomach begins to tighten, beneath your jeans beginning to cramp painfully. 

“Mayhaps not… but, you need one, no? To end this? To take care of you right now?” Lane can’t help but watch you, rubbing your hip as you bury your head into a warm pillow. His whispers make the hairs on your neck go cold, standing straight. “Just tell me yes, and all this can go away. You’ll feel okay. Better, even.” 

You go quiet. How long can you endure this? You won’t be able to go into work tomorrow, and your weekend plans are likely ruined. This isn’t just some overnight, rut-mimicking elixir… you can feel it, it’s altering your ability to think and speak. The last time you avoided using suppressors alone, you were bedridden for a week. This is different; this is attacking your instincts, erasing what control you had over yourself left. You could already sense the frustration and anger rising. 

What if it didn’t go away after tonight? Could you... Stop yourself from attacking someone? From grabbing that omega two floors down, so vulnerable and alone in their one-bedroom, rickety apartment? The landlord won’t come for another week…

Lane, as if his gut didn’t already speak to him to obey an alpha, wouldn’t go against your desires despite how close he was to tying you to him forever. You were his mate, and he wouldn’t let your relationship start off so sourly. He watched your eyes go dark, heavy breathing grow animalistic as something inside you was no longer holding you back. He wanted your permission, needed it, craved it.

“Just nod your head… I’ll do the rest. I’ll make it end, and you won’t have to come to this empty house alone anymore. We’ll start our family--”

You nod your head, cutting off his meaningless rant. Its short at first, a mix between yes and no, before you furiously grip the mattress, drawing blood from your lip.

“Just do it,” You bite, trying not to focus on whatever he was spewing on about. You were stuck underwater, getting farther beyond reason the longer you stared at his forearms. His rolled sleeves exposed naked skin, the heat of his other hand and its back pressed to your cheek.“Before I rip you to pieces.”

Lane was swift to your backside, fingers grooving to get stuck at your hips. You didn't have the ability to see his gleaming eyes through your hazy ones. But an alpha didn't need to rely on their sight to sense prey in the dark. 

He was enthralled, hot breath against your muggy neck. He became quick to completely press up against you on his side, mimicking the direction of your body as the lump in his pants were ground further between your legs from behind. His crotch was forced against yours, bringing a pained bliss. But it wasn't enough to quell the burning inside of you. 

“Yes…yes,” he huffed, disbelief in his voice to accompany shaking fingers. 

It took him a solid three tries before Lane managed to pull your pant zipper down to its base, tugging your jeans to the floor unceremoniously. It wasn't sexy, but the lust perspiring in the room made your salivation drip to the pillow beneath your head. 

“Be patient love, please. I promise, you'll feel so good--”

You felt him slowly slide your undergarments, too slow. The growl you released was one you had never heard come from your mouth before-- or anyone, for that matter. Even other alphas during their ruts, pissed at every little inconvenience and willing to bark at you on the sidewalks, were far more composed. 

“Just take it off!”

You ripped the underwear in rage, exasperating through your teeth as you pushed your hips back against his crotch. Tugging Lane’s strained boxers to his ankles, his precum glossed and dribbled to your sheets.

He didn't need your biting words to tell him how eager you were to get this over with, to rid yourself of the panic in your chest and the fire in your loins. 

You were dripping, moreso than you had in years. The slick squelshed between your thighs-- a perfect habitat for Lane’s needy, pink-tipped cock. He slid between your legs like he was made to be there, precum and slick mixing as he lazily rubbed himself in, and out, getting closer to your pulsing cunt. 

You gripped behind you, claws and fangs bared in frustration. But Lane was smart, grabbing you by the hips and wetly burying himself inside. 

He hid himself in the back of your neck, your scent bringing a small comfort as he dealt with the wrathful beast taking over your body. 

Your hips moved in circles, air permeated with hot breath, sweat, and agonizing pheromones. You were sure your alpha neighbors could smell it through the walls, their senses far heightened and eagerly searching for their own omega; but this was the scent of one who was being claimed, one who was claiming you and holding you taut against him. 

Lane did his best to satisfy you, to cater to your anger and sexual frustration as your hand found his on your hip, interlinking your fingers with his own to dig your nails into his skin. You were drawing blood, an unecessary mix to the flurry of smells creating your crazed demeanor. 

“Hurting.. Me,” He gasped, engorged cock stuttering inside of you. 

You let go, only out of the desire to get that reeking blood away. You didn’t care how hurt he would become, if his body was crushed under your power and lust. Lane brought this upon himself, no matter how many times you warned, begging him to stay away and leave you be. Now, there was very little sympathy to be had. 

The pain, the burning touch of your skin, did nothing to dissuade him. 

“Faster..” You huffed, annoyance lathering your voice. “ Don’t make me take over and-- break you,” 

You cringed at the sound of your voice, trying to turn away to smush your face into a damp pillow. Sight was not getting easier, and the cock barreling in even thrusts-- pushing your arousal to the edge-- was not making you any more satisfied.

“Don’t look away, then;” Lane panted, moving the hand supporting your hip, to hold up your thigh. You were exposed to the room, legs spread as you laid on your side and Lane pumped into you from behind. You saw his fingers digging into the fat of your thigh, thicker and stronger than you expected. “Wanna see you… wanna kiss, my mate.”

He had easier, deeper access now that he raised your leg, spreading your cheeks and hole wider, letting him fill and feel you at an ecstatic angle. You could hear him moving in and out, feel the sweat dripping down your ankle, the thickness of his pre-cum in trickles. It was a different sensation compared to the thin, stickiness of your arousal. 

You turned to glare at him, biting down on your lip to prevent from marking him. 

But Lane kissed you anyway with the same wet, feverish, tongued attempt that he had always prayed for. It was no easy feat to stop him from sucking on your tongue, from jutting himself over and over inside of you, with wilted moans growing in volume at your taste.

Your orgasm was on the rise, Lane’s own having just passed as he came with ropes, coating the base of your cervix. And yet, he didn’t stop-- desperate to watch you come, to force you to be bonded with him. 

You ripped from his begging mouth, twisting as far behind you as you could to bite at his cheek, using him as your personal chew toy. Lane leaned against you, accepting it with a blissed-out gape. He could take this pain, could handle coming down from his ecstasy to service you. He would steal your kindness, your rage, your sadism-- and it would be his, and his alone to feel. 

Being inside of you was heaven enough, he could take being dragged into hell with you too. Even when you finished-- when he went limp and your mixed arousal began to dry, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to pull out of you. He wanted to stay inside your warmth, to be intertwined and conjoined with you for as long as possible. You had marked him, had sealed your fate as soon as he thrusted himself in to the hilt.

You’d have to pry him away before he let you go tonight. And you’d never, be able to keep him farther than an arms distance, forever. 

[rekino2114]

So I’ve recently fallen deeply mad in love with Ena (the blue/yellow polygon gal-) and I can’t stop thinking about her (I won’t apologize for it though she’s amazing and neat-)

If I may, can I ask for Ena x male reader where reader is hard crushing on all forms of Ena and it’s pretty obvious that he loves her, but can’t bring himself to tell her since he doesn’t know how she’ll react

You crushing on ena

Pairing:ena x male reader

A/n:You don't need to apologize. ena is indeed very awesome and cool. Sidenote but I am obsessed with the idea of ena having more forms than the ones we see so I might make a post detailing some fanmade ones I've seen around,with the reader of course let me know if you'd like that

"Come on, dude, just tell her"

"No, who knows what might happen"

You're currently talking to your friend moony about your crush on your mutual friend ena

"The worst she can say is no"

"That's a factually wrong statement for most people, but especially for ena, with how many forms she has, I might get punched in the face or she'll start crying and wallowing in self pity"

"You're such a coward, man"

"Listen, ena is like one the best friends I ever had, I can't risk losing her friendship. She's the best"

"If you don't tell her I will"

"Don't you dare-

You were interrupted by the voice of your crush approaching you

"Ah here are my two bestest friends in the entirety of this digital plane, how are you good chums?"

"Oh hey I-na me and y/n here were talking about you actually"

"Oh is that true? I hope you were spreading good word of me then"

"Oh, trust me, he definitely has~"

"SORRYINEEDTOGOBYE"

You were very embarrassed at the possibility of your crush being revealed and decided to run away from your friends while blushing

"Waaaahh y/n hates me"

Your sudden leave caused ena to glitch and turn into her sad form while crying on the ground

"I can't bwame him, evewyone should hate me, I'm howwible,howwbile, I should just die"

"Geez what a crybaby, y/n loves you like love-loves you"

"*sniffle* w-weally?"

"Yeah, dummy, you didn't know? It's sooooo obvious. He always blushes when he's near you and don't you see how he always comforts whenever you get like this? That's l-o-v-e"

After hearing her friend's words the polygonal girl stood up and went back to her normal form

"Oh such splendid news, I must go confess to y/n this instant"

"Wait, you like him too?"

"Indeed, I have had hidden feelings for him for quite a while. Whenever I'm around him, my face turns pink, and I can't help but want to fill him with compliments and physical contact, at first I didn't know what this feeling was but now I believe it is love"

"Pffffft whatever vena just leave me out of your lovey-dovey loser stuff"

"Do not fret, I will go talk to y/n now. Hopefully, the next time we meet, I will have a romantic partner"

Ena left the scene and practically teleported to where you were sitting, still embarrassed at yourself and a bit angry at moony

"E-ena, I'm really sorry for running away"

"Salutations, my dear companion, do not worry about that. Please don't stand there being unhappy, I have some splendid news I think you'll enjoy hearing"

"What is it?"

" I have an announcement:I.....believe I have feelings for you....feelings of love""

"......really?""

"Precisely, I do, every time I'm near you, I feel something beyond happiness, and with my friend moony's help, I understood that it was love"

"I-i don't know what to say ena, I love you too"

"Oh happy days, might I suggest that we enter a relationship then?"

"Of course I'd love to be your boyfriend"

Ena smiled happily before avoiding your eyes and blushing (she blushes two different colors on her two sides)

"Wonderful......could we perhaps formalize our relationship with a kiss?"

"*giggle* yes if you'd like"

You approached ena's lips and kissed her (I just realized she only has a mouth on her yellow side and doesn't really have lips....uhhh, I dunno I guess you could still kiss her like that, her anatomy is weird anyway it doesn't have to be realistic)

"That felt so so amazing, thank you so much my dear"

"You don't need to thank me, it felt great for me too"

Suddenly, ena hugged you, and you did the same. Despite her polygonal body, she actually felt very soft and nice to lean against, and so you did. You stayed like this enjoying your newfound love with your new girlfriend.

[pluielotus]

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ ─── THIS END GAME IS THE ONE

synopsis. in which you absolutely despise the team your father coaches, or at least you did until a certain black and green haired boy joined the roster. characters. gn reader x professional soccer player!xiao tags. modern au, daddy issues (i'm not good at writing this im sorry), reader is kind of mean at first, fluff, angst word count. 4.2k a/n. i am obsessed with this au. anyways, same universe as my kinich one! you don't really have to read both to understand. xiao does make a quick appearance in kinich's tho! this wasn't supposed to be this long but oops i got carried away a little bit with a different format than usual. also i know generally you don't stick with the same team over the years, i just thought it would be a cute thing to do. idk if i like the ending but oh well. i hope you enjoy! not proof-read! likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated !

PRACTICE I: FIFTEEN YEARS OLD

arms crossed, sitting on the bench most people with common sense would know not to approach you. especially given your body language, you did not look very approachable from your current position.

“. . . coach’s kid, i think.” the whispers never bothered you, they were always the same anyways.

“rumor has it, he’s divorced.”

“honestly, don’t blame him. if she’s anything like her.”

after being around it for so long, you had grown immune to their senseless whispers and ignorant comments. occasionally, one of the players would make a harmless comment and you would chew them out for it. although after what had happened with poor gaming, you doubted anyone else would make another comment.

for what it was worth, you did apologize to gaming after the fact. sure you were cold, but you weren’t heartless.

“excuse me, i’m looking for the coach here.” a voice pulled you from your thoughts, causing you to glance over towards the voice.

“why?” you narrowed your eyes at the stranger.

before the stranger could respond, your father appeared behind you. “ah hello there, young man! you must be xiao.” the boy, xiao, nodded. “i see you’ve already met my daughter. this is [name].”

rolling your eyes at another poor attempt to get you to get along with the others, you finally got to take a good look at xiao. you had to admit; the boy was cute. not that you would admit it, but he was just your type.

“yeah, thanks. i can introduce myself.” you responded, glaring at your dad who had turned his back on you, no doubt to go and help chongyun with his form again.

“xiao!” your dad motioned for xiao to join the team on the field, but xiao’s eyes never left your figure. you paid no mind to him, simply opting to find interest in other things. after a moment, he made his way towards the field but not before glancing back at you once more, just to see the sight of you now glaring at the ground.

the rest of practice went as usual, although a lot of it was just getting xiao introduced to the team and a quick scrimmage round to see how everyone was progressing.

“xiao, that was incredible!” gaming exclaimed, excitedly talking as the group walked back over towards the bench you were seated at. while you stopped glaring at the ground, you were still tense, and your eyes still had that same angry glare. when gaming noticed your presence, he swiftly grabbed his water bottle and left.

“what?” you snapped, looking up to meet the eyes of xiao, who was now staring at you with a curious look in his eyes.

“why did gaming run away from you like that?” he asked, grabbing his own water bottle from beside you.

you shrugged, glancing in the direction he ran towards. “no idea.” you said, chewing on your bottom lip. “guess he had somewhere to be.” you shrugged again before turning back to face xiao.

before xiao could respond, your dad’s voice sounded behind you. “pack up your stuff. your mom won’t be happy if you’re late.” he frowned at xiao. “where are your parents?”

“they’re waiting in the car.” xiao said with a shrug.

once your dad was satisfied that he wasn’t leaving anyone unsupervised, the two of you left in silence.

PRACTICE II: SIXTEEN YEARS OLD

“why do you come?” xiao asked one day, setting his bag down on the bench. “you don’t want to be here.” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world (maybe it was).

 “forced.” you muttered, looking over at him. xiao was early. practice wasn’t supposed to start for another 30 minutes, but once again, as soon as you were picked up, you were immediately driven to the field to another one of your dad’s stupid practices.

xiao only nodded in response; he wasn’t sure what to say to that. he could tell that being at the field wasn’t something you enjoyed, and he even tried asking his teammates – unfortunately, they weren’t able to give him many answers either, just speculations. \

“why are you here so early?” you asked, glancing over towards him. over the past year or so, you had slowly come to tolerate xiao. he was the only one that truly made practice interesting (or perhaps it was just amusing to see him knock gaming around when they were playing keep-away or doing defense/offense drills).

“i got my driver’s license.” xiao said with a shrug. “i wasn’t sure how long it would take to get here.” you only nodded in response.

“xiao?” the oh-so-irritating voice of your dad once again. “you’re here early.” your dad said fondly; a way he almost never sounded to you. you sighed internally before pulling out your phone and putting your headphones in (it helped drown out the noise).

with xiao now there, you watched as him and your dad began to kick the ball around as they waited for the rest of the team to show up.

the other members of the qixing slowly began showing up about 25 minutes later. as they started to show up, xiao was quick to make his way back to the bench (and you), to greet his teammates and probably to tell them he got his license (you couldn’t really tell, you were just trying to read his lips while you had your headphones in).

while you watched his lips move, your mind began to wonder. what would it be like to kiss them? are they soft? catching yourself mid thought, you tried to shake the thoughts out of your head. no. absolutely not. you were not daydreaming about kissing one of your dad’s players. no.

you sighed softly, your eyes returning to the field to see xiao score a goal on xingqiu. you couldn’t help but smile a little bit. you glanced back over at xiao once again, accidentally making eye contact for a moment. eyes widening, you were quick to break the contact, your cheeks flushing and your phone suddenly becoming much more interesting.

for the rest of practice, you did your best to keep your head down, trying not to accidentally make eye contact with xiao again.

as practice concluded, you pulled one of your headphones out as xiao sat beside you. raising an eyebrow as he began putting his equipment away, you went to put your headphone back in before the sound of his voice made you pause.

“come with me.” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “i asked your dad already. he just said to bring you back before it gets too late.”

with nothing better to do, you agreed.

surprisingly, (or not, depending on how you looked at it) xiao was a decently good driver. of course, you were still better than him due to driving for a little bit longer, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

xiao was nice enough to let you play music as he drove you to wangshu inn. as the two of you pulled up, you gave him a confused look. “look, i know my dad trusts you, but isn’t staying at an inn a bit much.” you asked.

“we’re not here for the inn.” xiao said bluntly. “come on, i’ll show you.” he said, getting out of the car.

once the two of you were out of the car, he took you to a small restaurant as he walked up towards the worker. “two almond tofu please.”

xiao paid for the two meals before guiding you to a table in the corner. “how did you know i liked almond tofu?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “my dad didn’t say anything, did he?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

“no. it’s the only thing i’ve ordered here. i wanted you to try it.” xiao paused, “though it seems you’ve already had it before.”

you nodded, “i’ve gotten it from a few different places. my favorite is the way my mom makes it.” you said fondly. you missed her a lot. she wasn’t far, but you hated that she made you see your father every weekend.

“i’d love to try it sometime.” xiao said looking over at you.

you nodded, “i’ll tell her, next time i see her.”

the two of you continued light conversation before the food came out. “how much do i owe you?” you asked after the waitress left.

“nothing.”

you were about to argue, but the sound of your stomach made your face flush with embarrassment.

“guess it’s a good thing we came.” xiao said, an amused look in his eyes.

the two of you ate while enjoying each other’s company. you talked about small things, the conversation never becoming dull or awkward with silence. you had talked to xiao often, but rarely did you talk about anything other than soccer or your dad. it was nice to get to know him.

after the two of you finished, xiao drove you home. once the two of you arrived, he got out to walk you to your door. “care to join me another time?” he asked, looking over at you. you couldn’t help but nod in agreement. you had fun, probably the most fun you had since you started your weekends with your dad.

following that night, the two of you started going to wangshu after each of xiao’s practices.

PRACTICE III: SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD

“that’s not fair!” you exclaimed, glaring at your dad now. “just because i don’t want to be here, you’re going to make me participate now?”

“don’t you take that tone with me. this was your mother’s suggestion.” he snapped right back.

you didn’t hate soccer as much as you pretended to. perhaps it was a certain someone that made you enjoy it more. not that you’d admit that to you father, with your luck, he would find someway to get rid of xiao if you said that and you didn’t want to risk that. 

“you’re going to participate. end of discussion.”

with that, he stormed off. you wanted to scream, you wanted to curl up in a ball, you wanted to be anywhere but there.

as you glared in the direction your father went, you hadn’t noticed xiao and gaming coming up to you. you really should have expected it, practice was about to begin and there the two of you were, arguing in the middle of the field.

“[name]?” the sound of your name caused you to snap, looking over at who had called your name.

“what?” you snapped, immediately regretting it once you noticed xiao staring at you. oh god. had he heard the whole argument with your dad? “sorry.” you mumbled after noticing the visible flinch from gaming.

“i’m going to go over there.” gaming said, pointing elsewhere before leaving the two of you alone.

you sighed, running a hand through your hair as you looked over at xiao. “how much did you hear?” you asked, looking over at him.

“enough.” he said as he walked closer to you. “are you alright?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

your eyes widened at the proximity. “i-i’m fine.” you managed, glancing over at him again. “i’m sorry you had to see that.” you said, glancing down at your shoes.

“it’s fine.” xiao said, a cold look in his eyes as he glanced behind you. now you were no genius, but you were pretty sure that cold look was directed at your father.

you nudged xiao gently. “don’t worry about him. it’s fine. just go practice like usual.” you said, offering a small smile.

needless to say, xiao did not listen to you at all. instead, he took any moment he could to give your dad a hard time. everyone could tell that something had happened, because suddenly the star player was giving attitude were not needed. it wasn’t like your dad could threaten to kick him off, xiao was quite literally his best player. if they wanted to win the championship game against the fontaine oceanids, they wouldn’t stand a chance without xiao.

luckily, or not, because of how aggressive xiao was being, your father didn’t even bother forcing you to participate after all. while you were glad, you couldn’t help but feel a little upset at how stupid xiao was being.

when practice ended, you barely spoke a word to either your father or xiao, and for the first time, you simply walked away. you didn’t go with your father to go home (or to your mother) and for the first time since you started going to wangshu, you didn’t go.

instead, you did the only thing you could think of, you called your mom.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[name]: i’m staying with mom tonight. don’t call the cops. father: k.

you rolled your eyes, what a typical response from him, the man didn’t even care enough to say anything else. when your mom pulled up, you were quick to hop into the car, asking her to drive you to her house.

“what happened, darling?” the soothing voice of your mom spoke as you sat in the passenger seat.

“he yelled at me. in front of everyone.” you muttered, pulling your knees to your chest and burying your face into them. “he’s never yelled like that. and, and my. . . friend saw the whole thing.”

your mother offered soothing words as you frowned from the passenger seat, trying to explain what happened. “and my friend, he was just so stupid.” you complained, turning your head to face her.

“darling, i think you should talk to him.” you mother said as she pulled into the driveway. “your friend, not your father. i’ll talk to him.” she said softly with a smile.

“i guess.” you mumbled, you didn’t really want to talk to xiao, not after how stupid he was being, but you couldn’t help but think about the almost unnoticeable frown that was on his face as you walked away. “i’ll talk to him later.” you muttered, getting out of the car, making your way into the house.

after that night, the four of you never mentioned it again.

PRACTICE IV: EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD

 as you pulled up to the familiar field, you made your way to practice once again. with xiao’s bag slung over your shoulder, you huffed, mumbling about how heavy it was. you wouldn’t even have yourself in this predicament if xiao hadn’t ditched you after his last game. he had left in such a rush that he had left his game bag in your car.

“you know, you never started coming until xiao joined the team. is there something going on between you too?” gaming asked, joining you in the parking lot before the two of you walked towards the field. over the past few years of getting to know xiao, unfortunately you were forced to get to know the rest of the team.

you simply shook your head at him before switching xiao’s bag to your other shoulder. archons, how much stuff did he pack in there anyways. “no, there’s nothing going on.” you said, your tone coming off a little colder than you meant for it to.

maybe if there was, he wouldn’t have rushed to hu tao’s side the other day.

gaming raised an eyebrow at you but said nothing as the two of you made your way to the bench. as you set down xiao’s bag, you looked across the field to see him already there with your dad and chongyun.

you had already given up trying to force your dad to pay attention to you, but you still found yourself accompanying xiao to practice.

“any scholarships yet?” you turned to gaming, watching as he started throwing his soccer equipment on. xiao had mentioned a few scholarships for soccer, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to accept them. you distinctly remembered him saying he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go to college anyways.

gaming shook his head as he finished putting on his cleats. “none yet. but i’m looking at going to liyue tech right now.”

you only nodded over at him before looking back up to see xiao walking over towards you. “hey. i’m sorry i had to leave.” he said before giving a quick look to gaming. he quickly finished putting his stuff together before running out into the field. “something came up.”

“it’s fine.” you muttered before gently kicking his bag towards him. “here’s your stuff.” you said before offering him a cold-water bottle. “your bottle was gross. i just grabbed one from the gas station.”

you knew you had no right to feel the way you did. it’s not like you and xiao were a thing. you were just friends. even if you wanted more, you didn’t want to risk messing that up. especially since you were set to leave for school soon. you were half tempted not to tell him, but you knew that you’d just end up regretting it.

“i’m leaving in august.” you said before looking back over at him. “the akademiya accepted me.” you said with a sad smile. you were thrilled to have been accepted, but you knew you’d miss xiao.

“congratulations. you deserve it.” xiao said sincerely. although he was as honest as could be, you could tell in his eyes that he was thinking the same thing as you were. you’d miss one other dearly.

you smiled at xiao before he was called over by another one of his teammates. “go ahead. we’ll hang out after.” you reassured him before pulling out your phone. “i promise.” you said before he ran off.

after practice, the two of you found yourselves at wangshu one last time.

PRACTICE V: NINETEEN YEARS OLD

with your hands in your pocket, you made your way to the familiar field. it had been almost a year since you left for the akademiya. you finally made it through your first year, and on the first day of summer, you went to look for xiao.

the two of you remained in contact, you found yourself texting him every day. you knew his practice schedule off the top of your head (your dad was forced to change it due to a lot of his players having new changes to their schedules) and you knew just how much xiao did not like his new teammates. there were things xiao knew too, like just how long you would stay up doing schoolwork or the way he had your class schedule (and extra curriculars memorized).

taking a seat on the familiar bench, you had arrived before anyone else (including your dad). you hadn’t told xiao you were coming, so you were a little nervous about seeing him. you were excited to see him after so long, you hoped he was just as excited to see you.

humming to yourself as you waited, your humming was interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice behind you. “. . .[name]? is that you?”

turning your body, you met the familiar golden eyes of xiao. you grinned over at him. “surprised to see me?” you asked before standing up to turn around to face him.

“w-what are you doing here?”

“visiting you.” you said smiling. “i’m on break right now and i thought i’d come and visit.” you said smiling.

“your dad never mentioned anything.” he said, putting his bag down on the bench next to you before wrapping you in a hug.

his actions surprised you a lot. xiao wasn’t necessarily the touchiest person, but based on how tight he was hugging you; he must have missed you a lot.

“i’m staying with my mom.” you said after he finally let you go, your eyes darkening slightly. “i didn’t tell him i was visiting.”

“why? wouldn’t he be happy to see you?” xiao said, you knew xiao knew the two of you didn’t get along, but he wasn’t really sure. you never really told him about it.

you shook your head sadly. “no. he’s never been my biggest fan.” you said with an amused chuckle. “he’s always been more focused on you guys.” you shrugged. there was a time when you would have been bitter about it, but over the years you just stopped caring so much about what he thought of you or trying to get his attention.

“is that why you were so pissed when we met.” he asked bluntly.

your face flushed red in embarrassment. “oh my god, i can’t believe you remembered that.” you muttered.

“i remember everything when it comes to you.” he said before shrugging at you like he didn’t just say that.

your eyes widened at his words before you heard voices behind you. it was the rest of the team showing up. “i’ll wait in the car, okay?” you turned back to him before shoving your hands in your pocket one last time before heading back to the parking lot. you did not want to run into your father, so you did as best as you could to get to the car before he showed up.

after practice ended, xiao found himself in your car again, the two of you spending the whole night in the parking lot talking and catching up. unfortunately, or fortunately if you looked at it that way, the two of you had fallen asleep in your car, the both of you waking up the next morning with almost a hundred notifications from worried family members, wondering where you were. 

GAME I: TWENTY YEARS OLD

“with one minute left in the game, alatus has brought the liyue qixing ahead! let’s see if the sumeru scholars can catch up.” the announcer’s voice sounded, drowning out the cheering from passionate fans.

after the majority of your dad’s team had left for college, the qixing ended up being taken over by zhongli. he stopped coaching soccer and instead allowed zhongli to completely rework the team. somehow, with the right connections, zhongli had managed to instate the qixing as the national team of liyue.

with a completely blank slate, zhongli was forced to set up a team from scratch. to absolutely no one’s surprise, xiao was recommended by your dad for the team. although even without the recommendation, xiao’s raw talent was more than enough to land him a spot.

xiao’s professional debut was a game that everyone was talking about. even people all the way in sumeru were talking about it. so when the qixing came all the way to sumeru to play, the stadium was packed. you almost weren’t able to get tickets, given how fast they sold out.

“and with that, the liyue qixing win! 2-3.” the announcer said, moments after the timer had reached zero. despite your new residence in sumeru, you still found yourself cheering for the qixing.

as the game came to an end, you couldn’t help the grin that appeared on your face. he did it. you couldn’t be prouder of him.

while you made your way through the stadium, you couldn’t help but wonder how xiao was feeling. you made a mental note to shoot him a message when you got home but your focus was taken after you heard your name.

“they’re my best friend. i couldn’t have done this without them.” you looked up to see xiao on the television, talking to some reporter.

“were they here tonight?” the reporter had asked before offering the microphone back to xiao. he looked uncomfortable which caused you to chuckle a little bit.

“yes.” xiao had said. your eyes widened in shock, how had he known? you never mentioned that you were going to the game, you weren’t sure how he found out. “and i know they’re watching this right now.” xiao said, glancing into the camera.

you let out a small gasp.

“wait for me, [name].” was all that was said before you started walking away. you weren’t sure where he wanted you to wait, but you knew you wanted to see him.

after wandering around the busy stadium for a while, you froze when you heard your name from over your shoulder.

“xiao!”

before you could continue, he cut you off, cupping your cheeks softly. not wasting anymore time, his lips met yours, capturing you into a soft but passionate kiss. your eyes widened in shock for a moment, processing what was happening before you responded by kissing him back, wrapping your arms around him, completely forgetting that the two of you were in public (there were only a few stragglers here and there, most of the crowd was long gone).

when he finally pulled away, you noticed the pink tint that was coating his face. “if we won, i promised gaming i would finally tell you how i felt.” xiao said, “i knew you would be here. you’ve never missed a game since we met.” you knew he wasn’t wrong. you had made it to every single game since you met, every single game and almost every single practice.

“i love you.” you finally blurted, eyes widening when you realized what you had said.

xiao looked at you with an amused look in his eyes. “that wasn’t what you meant to say.” he said as if it wasn’t obvious by the red that was slowly creeping up your face. “but i love you too. since we were sixteen. will you go out with me?”

“yes.” you breathed out. “i thought you’d never ask.”

with that, xiao kissed you again. this time, pulling you even closer, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

7/25/25 || © pluielotus ♡ 2025. please do not copy, translate or repost my works to any platforms.

[shlonguru]

hey omg I’m not sure if your still taking smut fic/shot requests but I saw your alastor one where he fucked y/n in his booth and broadcasted it and now I need a Vox version if you haven’t already!!! (obviously no rush and I apologize if your not taking requests thank you anyway and I am obsessed with your fics and fanart keep up this absolutely amazing work 🗣️❤️‍🔥)

Hi! Thank you so much for your request I love it 😭 I'm so glad you enjoyed my work 🥹

I'm so sorry for the delay guys school's been rough and I've been sick but I'm back on track and ready to report ! o>

Thank you all for your patience and I hope you like this one! I have more coming up but I wanted to finish this one first.

On another note I’m not sure this series has passed the Bechdel test yet T^T

But without any ado, I present to you :

Alastor x Fem!Reader x Vox 3 - Sealing the deal !

Credit of the gif : @SSerenitytheOtaku on DeviantArt

Summary : Waking up ready for round three but how does one get the attention of two busy men ?

Warning/Tags : 18+, Smut, Oral, cumshot, pussy eating, dirty talk, teasing, brat taming, edging, cum eating, oral creampie, double penetration, hair pulling, piv, anal, brat taming, praise, rough, spanking, threesome, toys.

Word count : 6368 words (Idk what to say) -> Not proof read yet but I'm on it o/

You woke up in a better state on this day. It had been a few days since your last encounter with the two demons. You had been quite exhausted from your activities and had been lounging around Vox's bedroom, resting. You looked around the room and had no idea whether or not he had come to bed to rest or had just continued working until now.

Within minutes of you waking up, a butler walked in with a tray full of what looked like a fancy breakfast. Your stomach informed you verbally that you were hungry, starved even. You wondered how they always had such a perfect timing to bring you breakfast and remembered the cameras you had noticed in the corner of the room, it felt like Vox was monitoring you but there was nothing much you could do about it. You hadn’t even seen Vox since the last time.

After feasting you asked yourself where he might be at.

You turned on the giant TV screen in his room and saw him presenting the news, with a poorly drawn picture of something that looked like Alastor. From how he spoke at your last trio encounter you thought Vox would be all over you all day everyday but reality was, he also happened to be a busy man. That made you question what you were truly expecting out of anything that had to do with him and Alastor, you weren’t the type to beg for attention, but you usually knew how to draw it to yourself if needed. How do you do that when the two men are out of reach?

After a while you felt bored in his bed, you had grown tired of just looking at him on his TV. You were trying to think of a way to get his attention, when you heard a loud bang, making you jump and bringing your attention to the door of the bedroom which had just flung open.

‘Damn, do they ever open this door normally ?’ You thought to yourself.

A little lady walked in alone, not looking away from the phone she was texting on. She was pretty with a very nice and voluminous hairdo. Her fashion was also impeccable. You were staring as she walked in then stopped in front of the bed, still typing without acknowledging your presence. She eventually finished what she had been doing and looked up.

“Oh, so you’re the current hyper fixation?” She cockily announced before staring you down for a few seconds. “Yeah, that checks out.”

“Hi…?” You asked not knowing what her intentions were at this moment. “You are?” You inquired.

“Ah! I’m Velvette sweetheart, one of the Vees?”

“Pleasure to meet you.”

“Yeah! I just wanted to see you for myself you know? Vox can’t seem to shut up about you these days.”

“Really?” You asked poorly hiding your excitement.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” She inquired with a slight grin.

“Well, I haven’t been able to get a hold of him pretty much since I got here.”

“Oh…and that makes you…sad..?” She smirked seeing what was happening. “Sit down with me and let’s have some tea while you spill yours for me thank you.” She pointed at the table not too far and started heading there while texting again.

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“Damn, I still don’t understand how he bagged such a hottie.” She declared before laughing out loud.

“Well, he has his charms…” You looked aside sipping your tea slowly getting your point across.

“Oh…oh!” You both laughed.

“Still, if I can’t get a hold of him what’s the point of staying in this tower?” You questioned.

“Listen Sweetie, that prick knows you need rest and is keeping himself busy in the meantime but don’t sweat it, you will get him.”

“Yeah…” You sighed.

“You know, we have a gala tonight and I don’t know if he invited you or not but if you’re feeling well rested you should totally come.” She sipped her tea.

“That asshole, he didn’t tell me about any gala!” You exclaimed angrily.

“Oh, it’s a Gala to help post-extermination orphans but it’s pretty much a front to sell more V-tech products. “

“Sounds about right” You responded unimpressed.

“Don’t worry I got you, I’ll make sure you’re dressed for the occasion.” She smirked then winked at you. “You’ll get back at him. #Fuckhim am I right?”

“#InMoreWaysThanOne !” You added.

You smiled back and you both laughed maniacally.

You paused your laugh.

“Will Alastor be there?” You asked.

“Probably not, unless Vox invited him, which I doubt.” She chuckled.

“Aww…” You whined before resuming your maniacal laugh together.

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For all you know he might have tried to give you space to rest just like he might have just been too busy, but now was not the time to speculate, it was time to shine.

Velvette hadn’t been lying, you looked absolutely stunning. But then again, if you look expensive, you probably look good as hell, and Velvette being a fashion designer, she knew what she was doing.

Your hair was up in an elegant hairdo and the royal blue, diamonds studded dress fitted you like a glove, it had been sewn on you after all. You hadn’t felt this fancy since…well, the first night you had met the both of them. You were excited at the idea of spending a good evening and of course seeing Vox.

You arrived at the party with Velvette. The party was thrown at the rooftop of the Vees Tower and it was as big as you would expect. People were mingling and Velvette quickly disappeared after showing you around.

You headed for the bar and there, you met Charlie. You were surprised to see her there but then remembered the initial reason for the gala and it all made sense.

“Charlie oh my god hi!” You exclaimed excitedly.

“Y/n! Omg how are you? How is it at the Vox Tower?” She asked just as excitedly.

“It’s good! I do miss the hotel though!” You smiled.

“You are welcome to come back whenever you want!” She hugged you.

You both chatted for a bit at the bar until all the lights of the rooftop went black, then a spotlight illuminated, shining on the scene where the musicians had been, now making place for the main host, Vox.

He looked gorgeous, or was it that you had missed seeing him in real life?

He was wearing a nice tuxedo. He looked elegant and very well put together. You could tell it was his public persona but nonetheless, it did something to you.

Vox opened with his speech about how terrible the situation for the orphans of hell was then slowly and cleverly morphed it into a full-on advertisement of V-tech products. You were expecting it but still felt a little impressed.

Vox was staring at the crowd, talking confidently.

“-you can trust that none of this would have happened in the first place if everyone had been equipped with our bullet-proof V-ests and-“ He stopped for an instant while he was scanning the crowd, a dumbfounded look on his face.

You realized after a couple of seconds he had been staring straight at you. Red went to your cheeks as you made the realization he had noticed you for the first time and it had probably taken him by surprise as well. You smiled and blew a kiss at him.

He coughed and adjusted his bowtie before attempting to finish his speech.

“Hmm…where was I…haha…it is HOT in here…yeah, orphans, let’s help them, donate and invest, and most importantly, trust us!” He gave a very obviously fake smile before everyone applauded, visibly impressed by the speech anyways.

People went back to mingling and you could see Vox being swarmed by people asking him business related questions.

Charlie had gone and blended with the guests, and you were still at the bar enjoying your drink and the view when you heard a cough from behind. You turned around and met the eyes of a man you had never seen before. He looked elegant and kind of cocky.

“Hey babe, wanna grab a drink?” He asked.

You hesitantly tried thinking of ways to turn him down when you gave a quick look around and noticed Vox staring at you two, his eyes glowing red and black with anger.

A devilish idea crossed your mind at that instant. Seeing as he had basically abandoned you for days after all, he deserved a little backlash for neglecting you.

“I’d love to have a drink with you!” You smiled.

While drinking your cocktail you laughed exaggeratedly loud at whatever this man was saying and laid your hand on his chest. You weren’t checking on Vox but you had a feeling he was witnessing every minute of it.

After a little bit, you turned slightly, checking the crowd surrounding him but he was nowhere to be found.

You turned back to the man facing you only to notice Vox towering over him.

“Hey, buddy!” He said with an aggressively kind tone. “You might wanna go find yourself busy somewhere else yeah?” He smiled, slightly bent with his arms behind his back and a smile on his face.

The other man didn’t even look behind him and kept looking at you.

“Yeah…I’m already busy but thank-“

Vox grabbed him by the collar violently.

“GET FUCKING LOST.” His eyes radiating again and his voice sounded static-y. Your eyes widened at the sight of him and you felt an familiar urge to have him ravage you.

“Fuck, Mr. Vox I’m so sorry, of course I’m leaving.” Exclaimed the man before leaving running out of this situation.

“Aww no, my distraction.” You whined resting your face on your wrist as your elbow rested on the counter of the bar, witnessing him run for his life. “See you in hell!” You cheered holding your glass up in the direction the man had gone running to.

“Huh-hmm.” Vox fake-coughed.

You turned to him.

“Oh hi there, fancy seeing you here.” You smiled looking at Vox.

“Y/n, are you drunk ?” He asked.

“Nope, just bored, and lonely…” You look up at him with puppy eyes as you said that last part. “How’s your fancy gala?” You asked with a hint of bitterness in your voice.

Vox’s face stared for a second.

You felt something grab your arm and were swiftly pulled in the isolated spot between the bar and the plants behind it. It all happened so fast, next thing you knew Vox’s whole body was close to yours, his hand resting on the wall against which your back laid.

“Is someone mad they weren’t invited to the gala?” He smirked.

Hearing him tease you ticked you off.

“Actually no, my good friend Velvette invited me.” You smiled cockily.

“Of course this is Velvette’s doing…You’re supposed to be resting! If I find this cunt I swear-” He mumbled under his breath, looking away, trying to find her in the crowd.

You grabbed the edge of his face, bringing his gaze back to you.

“Hey there, don’t you think I know how to take care of myself? I’m a big girl you know.” You declared.

His screen glitched.

“You sure are.” He composed himself focusing back on you. “By the way Y/n, you look ravishing tonight…to be honest with you, you look so good I don’t think it’s fair to have you out here for everyone to enjoy.”

“Well, it’s not my fault, I’m more than well-rested and the people I craved the attention of were both nowhere to be found…” You rested your hand on his chest, slowly rubbing it. “Such a shame if you ask me…” You looked up at him knowing damn well the effect it would have on him.

“Oh….Y/n….you shouldn’t do that…” He cautioned you lightly bending over you looking like he was trying to hold himself back.

“Or what…” You slowly moved your leg from the slit of your dress, leading your knee into Vox’s crotch and ever so slowly rubbing against it. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Vox threw his head back, groaning before he slowly brought his face back to yours, levelling his eyes with yours.

“Someone is eager tonight~” He teased. “Missed me?”

“Of course I did, your room might be big but if I’m alone it’s boring.” You snapped back.

“Sorry, I assumed you’d need more time to recuperate from our last session, you had practically passed out from the pleasure remember?” He smiled.

You blushed.

“Well, I guess you overestimated yourself” You replied, snarkily.

“I’m sure.” He grinned.

You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck and planted your lips against his. You gave him a slow, yet passionate kiss which he reciprocated immediately, the gentle kiss quickly turning into a heated one as you both fed off the energy of the other and couldn’t get enough. His hands travelled down your body, feeling all its shapes as your tongues melted together. You then pulled away from the kiss and he took in the sight in front of him, admiring your flushed and visibly eager figure.

He proceeded to kiss down your neck, pulling you closer and earning a soft moan from you.

You hand boldly cupped his now very hard member, making him grunt before looking at you.

“Alright we’re outta here.” He muttered and before you could react you saw him disappear into pure electricity yet somehow lift you up then move faster than you could process (or anyone else for that matter) before landing you both into the terrace that led into his office.

His office had a massive desk off which he threw everything to the floor and sat you on it. He immediately went back to kissing you more aggressively. You pulled out of the kiss panting.

“I thought you had a busy night.” You asked.

“Yeah, well they can all go fuck themselves, I’m busy now.” He pulled you closer, his crotch pressing against yours.

You moaned softly, feeling how sensitive you were.

“Oh, I like that sound.” He murmured. His hands went from your hips to your waist. He took a second to look at your whole figure.

“You look drop-dead gorgeous in this dress…” He almost salivated. He kissed you gently but you didn’t let him as you kissed back more aggressively, he noticed and immediately matched your energy. His hands went to your breasts and cupped them gently, earning another soft moan from you. It quickly changed though as you felt a jolt of electricity tease both of your breasts in a soft yet intense way, transforming your moan into a louder one. He had his way of being rough yet soft at the same time, and all of his movements were smooth, though you could feel him get eager and tense. He pulled away from you.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. I gotta pace myself.” He looked out of sorts and tried to compose himself back into his eloquent persona. “Y/n, may I offer you a deal.” He asked.

“A deal?” You panted and asked suspiciously.

“Well, more like a bet.” He noticed you looked interested and continues. “What if I broadcasted you, to that idiot radio bastard, and if you can hold it in like a good girl and not come until he gets here you get to ask whatever you want.” He smiled viciously.

“Hmm…I mean he did do the same last time so that would only be fair…” You thought. “But what’s in it for you?”

“Well, first of all, I get to tease that asshole and that in itself is a win, but if you fail and come before he joins us, WE get to do whatever we want. How does that sound? Probably pretty good, considering how cocky of a brat you are huh?”

You rolled your eyes before grabbing Vox’s jacket, pulling him closer. “Bring it on TV boy.” You arrogantly declared, smirking.

He chuckled and you noticed immediately after a little red light blinking on top of what looked like a camera in the top corner of the room, indication he was probably broadcasting everything to Alastor. His hand had moved behind your neck and he kissed you deeply as his tongue slid inside your mouth, you kissed him back with fervor as he bend over, laying you down onto the desk. He was still kissing you while his hands travelled down your body, resting on your hips before one of them moved to your crotch, softly rubbing it, making you moan.

“Damn Y/n you’re so fucking wet, I barely need to touch you.” He gloated.

Your eyes closed as you enjoyed the feeling of his dexterous fingers rub your entrance.

“Careful there, at this rate you won’t hold until I touch you raw dear.” He teased.

“I’m good V, just do your thing.” You panted.

You weren’t paying attention but it was an actual struggle for Vox to see you in that state. He eventually moved your panties to the side, exposing your dripping parts. He kneeled in front of you, spreading your lips before digging in, making you practically cry out in pleasure, realizing you were closer to the edge than you thought. Vox was savoring you, licking every nook and cranny of your pussy, his long tongue coming in very handy as he kept sending small jolts of electricity while eating you out, making the whole ordeal much harder to withstand than you thought.

“Fuck…” You moaned. “When is Al coming…” You whined, staring at the camera.

“Not before you sweetheart.” Vox declared before attacking you once again, diverting your attention back to him. He looked like he was greatly enjoying himself.

Moans were pouring out of your mouth as well as Vox’s name and you grabbed the edge of the desk, trying your best to hold it in, but you felt it inexorably get closer, that dreaded yet craved orgasm.

“Vox…I’m think I’m gonna…” You moaned.

“Come? I can tell.” He responded still eating you out yet this time pressing hard on your G-spot with his tongue and simultaneously sending a bigger jolt through his tongue, sending you fully over the edge as you gritted your teeth tightly before exploding into a moaning mess, clenching and arching your back. You finished coming and collapsed on your back.

“That’s what I’m talking about, good job Y/n that’s a hot way to lose.” Declared Vox standing back up.

“Fuck off…” You panted, upset.

You heard hands clapping coming from another corner of the room.

“Beautiful darling…” You heard. You turned your panting face to the corner of the room and noticed a shadow displaying red eyes and a wicked smile. The shadow came out of the corner, turning into none other than Alastor.

“No… you asshole, when did you get here!?” Whined Vox.

“Actually, I got here just on time to witness the absolutely delightful view of Y/n giving in to pleasure.” He replied enthusiastically making gestures before switching to a cold tone. “And don’t ever send me any of your stupid screen technology again I’ll appreciate it.” He tossed on the floor towards Vox what looked like a little drone with a broken screen as well as a broken propeller.

“Aww fuck, well that means we both lost, idiot!” Replied Vox angrily before rolling his eyes. You smiled in victory, still recovering though.

“Nonsense, how can witnessing our sweetheart reach a climax be considered anything other than a victory, plus if I followed your little bet correctly, Y/n still gets to ask whatever she wants.” He walked close to you. “I’m sure she’ll choose wisely.”

Having recovered enough to think more clearly you took a second to think of what you were gonna ask. It clicked and you sat up on the desk as the tall figures stood before you.

“Ok, so I noticed that the both of you are busy men, correct?”

They both nodded.

“However, as busy as you both might be, I do not enjoy being treated like a side piece.”

They both looked at you curiously.

“It is not okay that I basically have to beg for either of you guy’s attention, so what I’m demanding is some more quality time with the both of you, and also that you don’t just toss me around from the get go and leave me some creative freedom during sex.”

Vox looked perplexed. Alastor’s expression looked frozen for a second, he then palmed his face before opening his mouth, turning to Vox.

“Great job, blockhead. I leave her in your care for a few days and she launches a rebellion.”

“Shut it dumbass, this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t neglected her for two weeks while she was with you.” Vox countered.

“Right…” Alastor looked away annoyingly.

They both looked your way and Alastor spoke.

“Can you give us a minute to discuss the terms of this agreement?” He politely asked.

“Of course.” You smiled. “You have one minute.” Your smile faded.

Alastor looked at you with his usual smile, but you could tell even though he might have been annoyed there was a form of respect shining through his eyes.

“Alright dear.” He turned to Vox. “Come on Static, let’s go.” He started walking towards the corner of the room.

“Hey, who are you calling Static, old fart?” snapped back Vox as he followed.

You rolled your eyes and waited for a minute while they quietly debated. Seeing them being force to associate never got old.

After their minute was up, they walked back to you. You were still sitting at the edge of Vox’s desk.

Vox started speaking.

“Ok Y/n, we're okay with your terms. We’ll spend more quality time with you and not just fuck you when we’re with you.”

“As hard as that would be.” Added Alastor. “Though we need you to define ‘creative freedom’ dear.” He finished.

You thought for a second.

“5 minutes of uninterrupted action from me, to the both of you.” You replied. They both looked at each other and smiled widely.

“Alright then.” He declared in a satisfied tone.

“So, it’s a deal?” They both said at the same time, hold up their hand for a handshake.

You breathed softly then shook both of their hands, a massive glowing light engulfing the room, it shined red, blue, green and more. They both looked more than happy as everything calmed down.

“Perfect.” Exclaimed Alastor. “I’m just going to need you to bend over for me for a moment.”

“Al, we literally just agreed to let me do my thing !” You retorted back.

“Oh I know, don’t worry I won’t interfere I just need to do something first, no need to be suspicious.” He said innocently.

You rolled your eyes before bending over the desk, looking back at Alastor who had just pulled out something from god knows where.

“What’s that?” You examined the red object resting on his palm, it was neither big nor small, it looked soft, cone shaped with a narrow base and what looked like a small handle.

“I’ll show you Darling.” He grinned.

He bent over your body, and you felt him slowly start the insert the object in your ass.

“A butt plug!?” You yelled.

“Are you gonna stay a good girl?” Alastor asked politely. You nodded instinctively, which made you a little mad at yourself. Though you felt caught off guard you felt more curious than anything about this. He finished pushing it all the way in and you felt stuffed in a new way, it didn’t hurt at all and after breathing in you turned back around to face them.

“Great.” You smiled. “Love making deals with you guys.”

They both stared at you.

“Better hurry dear, the clock is ticking, you’ve got 4 minutes and 48 seconds left.” Declared Alastor looking at the clock on the wall in a nonchalant tone as they both harbored a sadistic smile.

You realized the situation you were in. They both stared at you, holding their arms behind their back, waiting patiently.

You quickly dropped to your knees in front of them and swiftly unzipped the fly of their pants. Both of their shaft slid right out of their pants, holding arrogantly in front of you. You looked up for an instant and noticed they were both looking composed yet eagerly awaiting your next move.

You grabbed the both of them by the base as started by licking Alastor’s tip while stroking Vox. You did the same to Vox after tasting Alastor and gradually took more of their member in your mouth. You wrapped your tongue around them and made sure you went all the way to the base.

A quick glance at the clock indicated half of your time had gone already. You then looked up and realized the both of them displayed flushed expressions. Seeing them like that made you feel so aroused you could feel yourself dripping. They were both dead focused on you. You continued and licked Vox’s member from the base to the tip before taking him all the way to the base and down your throat, earning a slight moan from the man, you then pulled out and did the same to Alastor’s cock, hearing him pant as he felt swallowed all the way down. You savored the both of them like lollipops, enjoying yourself so much you failed to pace yourself, resulting in you heavy panting in between each movement and if you were sucking one, you were stroking the other.

Pulling out of Alastor, you stroked the both of them, catching your breath. You resumed a little more aggressively, taking Vox in and sucking firmly on his tip and shaft while wrapping your tongue around him.

“F-Fuck.” You heard him murmur. You looked up at him and noticed how he was visibly struggling to keep it together.

You moved to Alastor, focusing on his tip as well and sucking well with your tongue guiding you. You looked up at him and caught his smile wavering.

The clock now indicated less than a minute left, so you gave it your all. You took them both in your mouth simultaneously, sucking hard and making them both lean closer, closing in on you as they broke their composure and each laid a hand on the edge of the desk behind you, panting heavily. You felt them both get bigger and tensing up. You knew they were close, seeing as they couldn’t stand without assistance. You also knew they were actively trying not to come. But as much as they felt like they were in control most of the time, you knew you got whatever you wanted out of them and decided to remind them just that. You pulled them both out of your mouth, stroking them at a rapid pace and looked up at them, slightly out of breath, with a pleading look on your face.

“Are you not gonna let me have your delicious cum?” You said softly opening your mouth, your tongue lightly sticking out.

These words were enough to make them both lose the little bit of control they were clinging onto, exploding simultaneously and spurting most of their cum in your mouth. You kept stroking them until they finished coming and swallowed all that had landed in your mouth, you even scooped the tiny amount that had landed on your cleavage and licked it eagerly.

You noticed the panting fading away and looked up. It’s like they had both snapped back into reality, Vox looked satisfied yet still eager and Alastor’s expression was a mix of satisfaction and something that looked like frustration.

“Fuck Y/n, you got game!” Vox exclaimed.

You smiled.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself thoroughly my dear.” Voiced Alastor, looking like he had lost a bet, smiling through obvious bitterness.

“Probably not as much as you did.” You shot back, still smiling from the corner of your mouth.

“This is why I hate giving control to brats…” He rolled his eyes. “Maybe it’s time we remind her who’s in charge here?” The radio demon declared smiling devilishly.

“Great idea.” Added Vox.

Before you could move they both grabbed you, lifting you effortlessly back on your feet.  Alastor ripped your dress off you in one movement before pulling you against him, his face dangerously close to yours.

“I think we’ve respected our part of the deal, now it’s your turn, so you’re going to behave and let us ravage you?” He smiled.

You nodded, dropping your bratty act as you craved them both.

He patted your head. “Good girl.”

 He then turned you around and swiftly pushed you over to Vox who caught you before grabbing your chin and giving you a deep kiss that felt like a reward. He then lifted you up, and, while still kissing you he moved towards a large leather couch on the side of the room. He then laid more comfortably on his back while settling you on top of him.

He kissed you deeply and you felt him rip your panties.

You pulled away, panting.

“You guys are gonna have to start buying me new ones.” You teased.

“If I had it my way you wouldn’t ever need any.” He teased.

You decided to move your hips, grinding against him and when he felt it, he grinned widely, feeling how drenched you were.

“If you’re gonna be so greedy and impatient…” He spoke softly.

You hadn’t noticed him positioning himself at your entrance, but you felt him suddenly pushing himself into you, filling you in a way you had missed. You both groaned in satisfaction.

After a moment you were done adjusting and noticed he wasn’t moving. He was just looking at you, smiling, his hands resting on your ass, holding it tightly.

“Aren’t you gonna move?” You asked curiously.

“Not yet Sweetheart.” He replied teasingly and you felt him spread your ass cheeks.

“What an impatient little mix.” You heard whispered right by your ear, taking you by surprise. It was Alastor, settled right behind you. “Well, if you wanna be ravage that much, I guess we’ll have to oblige.” He continued before you felt him suddenly rip the plug out of your ass, making you scream, you were surprised it didn’t hurt but the surprise itself had definitely caught you off guard. "I think you're ready for me darling." He finished.

You then felt what you could only assume to be Alastor’s tip press against your rear end, making you yelp.

“Now, now relax dear…” He whispered softly as he filled you more and you did your best, feeling him stuff you to your limit.

You had never been fuller but oddly enough that uncomfortable feeling faded quickly and was replaced by pleasure as you felt new erogenous zones getting teased.

They both slowly started to thrust and those feelings of pleasure were suddenly multiplied by a hundred. Soon enough, moans were pouring out of your mouth uncontrollably and even more so as they both picked up the pace.

Vox’s hands were resting on your waist and Alastor’s were on your ass, holding it tightly as he moved smoothly.

“I have to admit…” The radio demon declared in his usual composed manner, though you could tell some pants were breaking through his speech. “…She is louder than she looks when her mouth isn’t full.”

“I’m not about to complain.” Added Vox as he tossed your bra aside before cupping your breast and teasing your nipples, making your moans even louder.

Having so many spots teased at the same time was not something you were familiar with and they both felt you tighten as you gave in to pleasure.

“Oh, you’re gonna come already?” Smirked Vox pinching your nipples while thrusting hard.

“Yes…let us hear it.” Continued Alastor.

Before long, you were coming hard, making it almost uncomfortably tight for them both and you heard them groan as you cried out in pleasure.

“Shit…” Vox cursed, his face twisting in overwhelming pleasure, though he looked like he had managed to keep it together.

“Are you as weak as our friend when it comes to pleasure?” Teased Alastor. “You look like you’re struggling~” He added. That made Vox visibly angry.

“Shut the fuck up!” He yelled with a hint of embarrassment. “I’m fine! She just gets really tight when she comes that’s all.”

“That she does.” He acknowledged.

You emerged from your orgasm, thinking clearly again and they picked up their thrusting right where they had left it. The pleasure immediately started to build back up.

“You guys…” You cried out.

“What, are you going to come again?” Taunted Alastor.

“Already? You literally just came!” Laughed Vox obnoxiously.

Your face went bright red. You decided to try your best to not give them this satisfaction.

You grabbed tightly onto Vox’s shirt and did your best to focus and not let the pleasure control you. Alastor immediately noticed.

“Oh my…looks like she’s actually trying to hold it in!” He exclaimed in a sarcastically impressed tone.

“Cute…” Replied Vox enthusiastically. “Useless…but cute.” He smiled wickedly while starting to thrust faster.

Alastor did the same and before long you felt that edge get closer than you were comfortable with.

“Come on now dear…you know it’s rude to make people wait.” The red demon spoke gently into your ear, his voice sending chills up your spine and making you involuntarily moan louder.

“You know you want to.” Added Vox as he teased your breasts with some electricity, playing with your now rock-hard nipples.

Alastor spanked your ass as he kept thrusting.

“And rude people get disciplined.” Added Alastor.

You tightened around them and he spanked you again, this time harder.

Each time pushed you closer towards the climax, and you were now desperately whimpering in pleasure.

“Please…” You pleaded.

“No no sweetheart~, you know what we want.” Responded Alastor before spanking your again, making you yelp.

“Fuck, how tight are you gonna get?” Blurted Vox, seemingly reaching his limit as well.

“God, I’m gonna come…” You cried out.

Vox’s face got closer to yours. “Wrong name Y/n.” He started fucking you harder, aggressively thrusting into you.

Alastor grabbed your hair, pulling your face close to his. “Now darling be sure to keep his name out of this room.” He declared before kissing you aggressively as they both relentlessly pounded into you.

You wanted to apologize but didn’t have time. You grabbed Vox’s shirt tightly with one hand, and Alastor’s hand laying on your waist with the other as you felt yourself lose control and a huge wave washed over you, making you climax somehow even harder, your walls tightening again around them and earning a groan from both men as you felt them release deep inside of you as they kept fucking you, filling you to the brim.

As you cooled down you collapsed fully onto Vox as they both pulled out, cum dripping from both of your holes. They didn’t waste time to clean you up and Vox carried you back to his bedroom after Alastor had covered you with his shirt.

~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up the next morning, not having realized you had passed out once again. You smelled Alastor’s scent and thought he was nearby but quickly realized it was coming from his shirt that you were wearing.

The situation felt familiar, except they weren’t in the bedroom having tea, you were alone. It felt strange because the bed looked messier than it would if only one person had slept in it, plus you weren’t a restless sleeper. You stood, taking a moment to acknowledge how sore everything felt yet again.

“Maybe I did need more rest than I thought.” You spoke to yourself, walking towards the terrace, wrapping yourself into Alastor’s shirt. You opened the curtain and noticed the two recognizable figures sitting at a long table filled with breakfast items. You walked out to join them.

“Well, hello my dear Y/n!” Exclaimed Vox noticing you as you arrived. “Did you get enough rest this time? We can’t keep having you pass out like that each time.” He chuckled, drinking coffee from his mug.

“Indeed, it is problematic, I can’t make a habit of watching you all night in case something happens.” Added Alastor sipping from a tea cup not far from Vox.

You sat at the table.

“You guys stayed with me while I slept?” You inquired as a butler served some orange juice in front of you.

“Well I kinda had to, I mean you were in my bed after all…he stuck around cause he’s a freak.” Said Vox. “What kind of host would I be if I didn’t look out after my guests, but don’t worry, we got some rest as well, you weren’t easy yesterday.” He added.

“Ah yes, I would appreciate if you didn’t make me share a bed with that specimen again in the future thank you.” Declared Alastor nonchalantly as Vox glared at him.

“I literally told you to leave.” Vox shot back.

“And leave her in your care? No thank you we saw what happened after she stayed with you last time, she’s never been this defiant before.” He argued back.

You laughed. “I’m just getting comfortable that’s all.” You expressed casually.

“Oh dear…” Alastor rolled his eyes. “But I have to admit I do like a good challenge.”

“Anyways Y/n,” Interrupted Vox. “We were discussing the deal we made yesterday, about that quality time, will you be rested enough to go out tonight?” He asked politely.

“Sure!” You responded enthusiastically; your mouth stuffed with a croissant.

“Good.” He smiled, before taking a sip.

“Perfect then.” Continued Alastor, sipping as well.

“I have to admit.” You continued. “I’m surprised you both accepted that deal.”

“Well, as irritating as this guy gets, it’ll be worth it if you’re in the picture.” Replied Vox calmly.

“And I’m sure you’ll come to your senses soon enough and ditch this guy so don’t worry your sweet little mind about it.” Added Alastor.

“Fuck you.” Snapped back Vox.

You laughed and continued your breakfast, satisfied with how things ended up turning out.

To be continued ?

I love writing those two, I feel like this time I focused more on y/n and her dynamic with them but I'll be sure to write more exchanges between them next time. This whole series started because I was obsessed with 'Stayed Gone' so it makes sense i guess? Anyways I hope you enjoyed and thank you if you've read this far. Shlonguru out! o/

PS : I know Alastor is Aroace and I hope no one takes offense to my work. I genuinely take pleasure in writing smuts and I've been loving his personality that's all.

[ribbonedreverie]

hi my love !!<3 i wanted to request something, but feel free to ignore/delete; i know that tumblr isn’t the only thing going around in your life, so i understand if you can’t get to it🫶🏼 (i’m sorry this sounds so backhanded, english isn’t my first language😭)

i wanted to request yandere for jouno, pm!dazai, and chuuya (you can choose the characters if you don’t want to do those!🩵) whereas reader refuses to be broken by the yandere, and can see through their manipulation and lies easily. basically unbreakable, because they refuse to be under control of someone and usually has stable and smart plans to escape, and even fights back when punished. i’m so sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, again, feel free to ignore my dear<3

(also ,i’m so sorry if nothing i said here makes sense it’s currently 2 am when i’m writing this so my brain is FRIED💔)

The Fox and the Unbreakable Rabbit

First of all, no need to apologize—your message is so kind and thoughtful, and your English is absolutely lovely! I completely understand the late-night brain fog (we’ve all been there!). Your request is truly intriguing—I love the idea of an unbreakable reader outsmarting a yandere, especially against someone as cunning as Jouno, Dazai, or Chuuya. That contrast of resilience and obsession is such a fascinating dynamic! Thank you for your patience and understanding—I’ll do my best to bring your idea to life! Please take care and get some rest, okay? 💙✨

Jouno x reader

Yandere behavior, obsession, possessiveness, manipulation, gaslighting, psychological mind games, confinement, imprisonment, lack of freedom, non-con/dub-con undertones, physical restraint, punishments, stalking, surveillance, loss of privacy, threats, intimidation, coercion, power imbalance, emotional and psychological distress

It should have been simple.

A rabbit in the fox’s jaws. Soft, trembling, meant for submission—meant to be caught, claimed, devoured. Jouno had played this game before, countless times. A lie here, a little cruelty there, a well-placed smile sharp as a blade beneath velvet words.

Humans are so easy to unravel.

So easy to break.

And at first, he thought you would be no different.

You were intelligent, yes. Sharp in a way that rabbits should not be. Quick-footed, light on your feet, always thinking five steps ahead. It was refreshing, amusing, even. But in the end, you were still prey. No amount of cleverness would save you once he decided you were his.

Or so he thought.

Then came the first escape.

Then the second.

Then the third.

At first, he laughed. A challenge was always welcome—he liked watching his prey struggle before they inevitably collapsed.

But then, amusement gave way to curiosity.

You saw through his lies with a clarity that unsettled him. His words, spun of silk and shadows, meant to coil around your mind, meant to make you stumble, doubt, fall—and yet, you never did.

“That’s cute, Jouno. You actually think I don’t know what you’re doing?”

A flicker of something unfamiliar. He ignored it.

When he punished you, you fought back. Not with tears, not with pleas—but with nails digging into his wrist, with the sting of your teeth on his skin, with the feral fire in your eyes that dared him to do worse.

“I will break you.”

“Then you should have chosen easier prey.”

And something cracked inside him.

It wasn’t frustration—not entirely. It wasn’t just obsession, wasn’t just the need to possess, to control, to bring you to your knees.

No.

It was admiration.

When had he last seen something like you?

Something that did not yield, did not shudder beneath his touch? Someone who looked at him—not with fear, not with hatred, but with steady, unwavering defiance?

It was infuriating.

It was exhilarating.

And then, came something worse.

He started to want you.

Not as something broken. Not as something he could remake in his image.

But as you are—sharp, wild, untamed.

Your resistance is the most intoxicating thing he’s ever tasted. Every time you slip through his fingers, every time you meet his gaze with something other than submission—he burns.

And it only gets worse.

The way your breath hitches when he’s too close. The way his lips hover just near your ear, and you do not pull away. The way you shudder, just barely, but still refuse to run.

It’s a game now. A different game.

“You hate me, don’t you?” he hums, voice a breath against your skin, reveling in the way your pulse quickens beneath his fingertips.

You don’t tremble. You never tremble. But you do exhale, slow, measured—control. Always control.

“I hate what you are,” you murmur, voice steady.

Jouno smiles—vulpine, wicked.

“And yet,” he hums, tilting his head just so, lips a whisper away from the curve of your throat, “you still react to me.”

A challenge. A taunt. A wicked, cruel game.

You should shove him away. Should run, bite, escape—but you don’t. Not immediately. Instead, you let the moment stretch, let him feel the tension, let him wonder if maybe, just maybe, he’s gotten under your skin.

And then, you smirk.

“You mistake strategy for submission, Jouno.”

Jouno laughs.

Low. Deep. Hungry.

Oh, you are delicious.

Not a trembling little thing, but a rabbit who knows exactly how to play.

He should rip you apart. Should pin you down, should make you beg, should remind you who the predator is.

But the truth?

He’s not sure if he’s hunting you anymore.

Or if he’s the one being lured in.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Hiatus Update

Hey everyone! I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season and is ready for the next year!

I'm really sorry that I keep falling into a hiatus status, but I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about some things.

No, this isn't an announcement of canceling my AUs or that I'm dropping Twisted Wonderland! I still love the series very much and I still have far too much in mind with the AUs to stop thinking about them so soon! I just wanted to get that out of the way since I realize my lack of content creation lately seems to have worried a few people, and I'd like to apologize to everyone for worrying you all.

That being said, that brings me to my next point, and...it's going to get serious. No TW, it's nothing like that! Just...me speaking my thoughts and realizations. TLDR at the end if you want to skip the ramble!

I've been writing for this blog for...gosh, I think about three years now? It feels less than that for me, but that's a lot of writing done over the years. So many AU ideas, so many asks, so much love for the AUs I've created that--honestly--I almost didn't even start this blog had it not been for some encouragement from a good friend. And I'm glad I did! These past few years have been some of the most creatively liberating times I've had before I ever discovered Twisted Wonderland (would you believe it was originally Leona that made me want to play it despite Malleus being the one that kept popping up in my feed to the point I had to try and figure out what his name was? XD).

Yet despite all that writing and hyper-fixating, I've come to realize and accept that I'm experiencing quite the huge burnout...and I have been for quite a while without realizing or accepting it.

It's not because of any particular wip fic or art that I've been slowing down. The burnout had been happening for a while and just boiled over, and I think as a result...I started doubting myself over time. Doubting that what I was writing was going to be good, or that I'd be able to fulfill everyone's requests or asks in a way that makes them happy or feel that I put as much effort into the writing as I do with others, feeling like I'd be letting people down if I don't make something as long or detailed as some of my other responses, or making promises of grand ideas and not being able to deliver on it. I didn't feel connected to my writing, that it wasn't meant for me to enjoy or feel like I could be part of.

To put it simply, I put far too much pressure on myself, and the lack of feedback or reactions beyond likes on some fics I spent a lot of time and effort on didn't exactly help my mind's relationship with my own writing. Because of that self-imposed pressure, I'd...forgotten what it was like to love my own writing, to enjoy the process for what it was and to feel like I can just write what I want and feel included in my own adventures. Writing consumed me to the point that most days...I'd only be able to stare at the blank screen or my notebooks, the words and scenes in my mind yet unable to string them together in tangible form and yet I felt terrible NOT sitting there trying to write.

It was a pretty vicious cycle I couldn't break until now.

Lately, I've been focusing more on self-care. Not just physical stuff like hygiene or cooking better home meals (though I am doing that), but I mean giving myself other things to enjoy on my self-care wheel.

This is what I mean by the self-care wheel (link to instagram post ). It puts it in a way that makes sense, and I hope it helps someone else as well! Here's a screenshot of the post for those who don't have Instagram.

I've been watching more anime and other shows on streaming services lately, I've been playing other games like World of Warcraft (which has become my current obsession!) among others, and just...essentially breaking up the routine I had where I did nothing but writing, so I could take a break. And honestly? I've been able to write other things again. But this time for myself.

I feel like I'm able to enjoy the process again.

I love my writing again!

But I know better than to just assume that things are okay now and I can jump back into the blog so soon. I don't want to repeat what I had been doing when I thought my burnout was gone and just silently falling into hiatus again. Healing isn't a linear process no matter what it's for, and things won't get better if I don't start being kinder to myself.

So to bring a long story short:

I'm okay. I'll be okay, I just have to remind myself to enjoy more hobbies and interests in my life to make each day more fulfilling--more rounded. And when I come back to Twisted Wonderland, I'll go at my own pace and remember to write for myself too. I'd still love to chat and ramble about it or even about other fandoms or things to try! I've spent far too long building this blog to let it and the wonderful people who have followed and commented and even sent asks and fanart go away, and I want to connect in a way I feel I hadn't been able to in ages. ;;v;;

Remember to take care of yourselves, and find other things to fill your self-care wheel! It'll take time and effort, but I promise that things will start to feel better the more you realize you've got other things to make life worthwhile. 💝

TLDR: I'm okay! I'm just going to be on hiatus for a while longer and working more on self-care to remember to enjoy life as it should be enjoyed. Writing and concept art will resume at my own pace when I feel I'm able to consistently enjoy the process of writing for the fandom again. Would love to ramble and chat about other hobbies and interests and interact with the community though!

[eydi-andrius]

Yayyyy... I love you 😭💗... you accepted my request 😭💗 I love your stories sooooooo muchhhhhhh 😭💗 (I'm a writer too btw)

HEART GOT TEETH (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

Synopsis: How does it feel to be hunted?

a/n: I'm so sorry it took a long while for this. I was just not confident enough but i hope you will enjoy this one. I am still experimenting with the professor Gojo one still, on which you first requested, but this story was born from writing that. I kind of think you'd love to read this. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: 18+, MINORS DNI, NON-CON, DARK GOJO, DARK! READER, bullying, stalking, obsession, violence, kidnapping, sexual assault, illegal filming or recording of sexual intercourse, DARK SMUT, blackmailing and let me know if I forgot any tags

Gojo is used to being the smartest on campus. Not until late in semester, a transferee was given the opportunity to move due to her academic achievements.

He hated her.

He picked up on everything she does. Detest the way she strides with confidence, unbothered, and powerful.

Of course…..She's not as smart as him. But somehow, people liked her better.

Not that he cared.

Professors who are usually tight lipped whenever he debates them, are very kind and nice to her. They seemed approachable and open whenever she conversed with them.

Classmates who scurry away whenever he is around, greets her with a smile whenever she passes by them. She even earned the nickname “sunshine” because a gloomy room will light up when she’s around.

It was an anomaly. She doesn't belong here. Your existence is unwanted. He dislikes how an outsider such as you was able to get the attention away from him so easily.

His hatred started off with a normal rolling of eyes when he caught sight of you. Bad mouthing you the moment anyone uttered your name. Embarrassing you in front of the class if you show a teeny tiny mistake. However, none of those work and weirdly enough, you still smile at him purely.

That attitude angered him more.

It didn’t even occur to him, that his hatred heightened and it turned into a full-blown obsession, that stalking you became a habit.

He is checking your socials for any updates, your shares and stories religiously. His ears will perk up if other people mention your name, and he will immediately tune in to whatever they were talking about— especially, if related to you. He will even check in the campus portal or the google drives related to your files just to judge whatever you passed to the professor.

Geto Suguru, his best friend, obviously noticed the change in his behavior but he was glad that he didn't comment further about it.

Sometimes, he knows Geto will deliberately mention your name and where you are currently. He would respond with a grumble and scrunched up nose, berating his friend for uttering a witch’s name. Yet, he will catch himself standing in the area that was mentioned. And he feels alive, when he purposely bumps to your shoulder, almost toppling you backward, and you would profusely apologize for being clumsy, bowing repeatedly in shame.

It didn't even occur to him that what he was doing was wrong. Harassing a girl for absolutely just existing seems like a problem to himself and not something she should apologize for.

One day, luck must've on his side. He was getting paranoid because he has a feeling that you’ll get higher grades than him this semester. The knock on his door startled him, especially when he opened the door and it was your face that popped up on the other side.

It seems like your laptop is having an issue. You tried everything you can find online but nothing fixes it. You came to his dorm because Geto recommended and assured you that Gojo can fix it for you.

Cursing his bff, he almost turned down your request…… when an idea flashed on his head. His ire vanished, and an evil, unfair plan formed in his mind.

He could use this opportunity to spy on you. He can check your grade and track your whereabouts and see what you're up to — to make sure you are not sabotaging him, of course.

And that he did.

You were all smiles, grateful and happy, when your laptop came back, fixed and working better than before. He watched as your eyes glinted, almost tearing up, when he reassured you that he doesn't need no fee.

He let you go on your merry way without knowing that he got you. He now has access to your laptop and everything inside of it.

—-

Gojo could have sworn that he heard his skull crack from that strong hit he received on his head, while he was standing outside waiting for Geto.

He received a text from him to sneak out and do something more worthwhile, than faking smiles, and joining the retreat for the seniors.

Although he doesn't want to go out, he’d rather do something else than be surrounded by morons, to whom the only advantage they have is being born earlier.

He was minding his own business. Patiently waiting, when a hardwood suddenly came out of nowhere, and made contact on his head. His ears rang, vision blurry, he was feeling dizzy, and saw footsteps coming his way, before he completely lost consciousness.

—

With a throbbing head, and a body sore, he felt like the pain was killing him. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and saw himself in some sort of a shed made out of bamboo.

He tried to open his mouth, to scream or ask for help but he was far too dizzy and weak to voice out his concern. He winces when he tries moving his head, looking for a comfortable position, the throbbing got worse, and he tried to lift his hand to assist on his head, when he realized that he can't move his hands, and it was tied behind the chair he was sitting at.

After a moment, he tried his voice again, he could only croak syllables, and grit his teeth when he felt how dry and parched his throat was.

Closing his eyes, and with the pain all over his body he did not notice when the door opened, and he jolted when someone sat on his lap, pinching his chin to look up. Forcefully opening his mouth, by grabbing his cheeks.

A bottle of iced cold water was given to his mouth. He felt the invasive cool liquid run down his dry throat, and coughs when the person who forced him to drink does not care if he could drown by titling the bottle without stopping or resting, for him to be able to drink it all at his own pace.

He forcefully moved his face away on the stranger's hold, and was looking down and coughing, when he felt the person on his lap uttered “good boy” deregatoridly while slapping his cheek loudly.

He looked up, and all colors went out of his face for a second when realized who the person in front of him was.

Your furious eyes were tuned on him, even with a playful smirk gracing your lips, it couldn't erase your pulsating anger.

His initial shock soon turned into boiling anger, when he understood that the most likely suspect of his kidnapping was no other than you.

He started screaming profanities, calling you a bitch, and derogatory names, as he tried to forcefully remove his bindings.

Instead of being offended by his words you only chuckled at him. This only made him angrier.

“You bitch! Even if you kill me right now, you will never become the Summa cum laude! You’re too stupid for that!” His insulting words slowly turned sharply and deadlier, and he thought his words finally got under your skin after he watched as your eyes widened in surprise, mouth agape, slowly blinking at him. It looks like you were shell shocked from what he had said.

He smirked at that, feeling like he was winning, at least before you smiled and started laughing hysterically, which stilled and confused him.

“HAHAHA! So sorry for laughing at that.” She apologized, using her finger to stop her tears of delight.

“Damn, Satoru. You are all tied up. Helpless and all on my mercy, and the only thing you could come up with, the reason why I am doing this, was me envying you for getting something you deserve because you are smarter than me? I am not that petty.” You clarified after a big sigh.

She looks amused as she watches his brows furrowed, eyes filled with confusion, as he tries to understand what exactly he did to be treated like this.

“Fine. Fine! I’ll spill.” You said, raising your hands up in surrender. You purposely grind on his crotch, hard. Making him wince in pain from the friction. You felt his dick hardened a little, poking you, and you jeered in disgust at that. All men truly are the same.

“Tell me, Satoru. What did you put in my laptop?” You said in a sing-song tune. As if caught red handed, his eyes widened, and his mouth closed and opened up, trying to come up with something.

“Nah! You don't have to answer that. I already know that it was you who put spyware on it. You disgusting, motherfucker. If you wanted to get someone's pussy, you could always just yell on campus, and the girls would flock in front of you, like starving hyenas. They will serve themselves for you to eat them whole. You don't even need to pay them.” Scratching your scalp, in annoyance, you continued.

“Did you know that almost put my sister in danger? I thought my abusive fucking father finally caught up with my younger sister and he planted those spywares, to spy on us. Thank God! I was smart enough to realize that the possibility of that was low, especially, since he is too stupid to think that way. And there is no other person in my life that could have done that, except you, who fixed my laptop for free. Like why are you so obsessed with me?” Disgust was written all over your face as you looked down on him. You were visibly shaking, face red from anger.

“Dream on!” Gojo spat back at your allegations and you can't help but chuckle at that. In anger, you grab his face, and squeeze it tight.

“Listen, you jerk! Do you think I do not know that you have been targeting me for absolutely no reason at all? Those accidental bumps when you're walking, your not so subtle insults when I made a small mistake and many more. I know. I know that you meant to crush my spirits with that. But you know, I was used to getting bullied and really doesn't mind what you’re up to, even though it was unfair. I told myself that I just need to graduate in two years so it wouldn't matter. I don't have to meet you again after that, anyway.” You stopped for a moment licking your lips. Eyes filled with unshed tears.

“Yet, you made the absolute, most horrifying mistake, of dragging my sister in this.” You continued, breathing labored from pent up anger.

“You see this?” You moved a bit and pulled out something from your pocket. It was your phone, and you showed that it was recording.

“I’ll fuck you and we will record it. I don't usually do blackmailing on a reg, but it was you who started this so, goodluck with that.” With gritted teeth, you declared war, and you grinned when you saw how fear flickered on his eyes, and his face turned ashen, and he started thrashing, not caring if his binds bites on his skin.

“But before that!” You clapped and pulled out a cloth and forcefully covered his mouth. “I don't like you calling me names. You sick, fuck.” Gojo tried to put his head on the side, to run away from his mouth being covered, but due to his limited movements, she was able to shut him up. Cloth digging on his cheeks on how tight it was.

Chuckling, you stood up and placed your phone on the prompt up stand on the side, directly in front of Gojo. He was breathing heavily as you watched him on the screen, still trying to untie himself. You saw blood now trickling down on his tied wrists.

“Tsk tsk. Don't do that if you're hurting yourself. I promise you’ll enjoy this.” Cooing, you slowly undress in front of him, making sure that the discarding of your clothes was caught on camera.

When you're finally bare in front of him. He stopped thrashing around and his eyes were only tuned in on yours refusing to look down.

What a gentleman.

Positioning yourself on all fours, you started crawling seductively at him, and you did not miss how his skin prickled, not sure if he was scared or enjoying the show you have for him.

When you're right below him, you squeeze his knee, and he starts thrashing again, stronger this time, as you painstakingly slowly reach for his zipper. Undoing it and freeing his semi hard dick.

Grinning to piss him off, you grab his member carefully and licked the tip, like how you're licking an ice cream on a sunny day.

You felt how his body shivered from the contact and his breathing labored as he stared down at you. Long lashes fluttering, eyes hardened.

You moved your hand up and down, and licked his shaft, teasing him, as you moved your hips performing in front of the camera.

You moved a bit forward and you heard him groan when you finally put him inside your mouth, with a slurp, you started bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks as you moved your mouth up and down his cock, enough to make him feel but not enough to cum.

You watched as he bit the cloth covering his mouth to stop himself from making any noise. And do everything in his power to stop his instinct from enjoying what you're doing for him. One wrong move, however, he pistoned himself upwards, which caused his dick to go deeper in your throat, and you involuntarily gagged at the sudden intrusion. You felt how his member twitched, enjoying the feel of your mouth on his veiny dick. Staring at his eyes, you know he loved the power he had in that small moment.

You chuckle a bit at that, the vibration causing him to twitch some more, and with a pop you let him go. His cock fully hardened, ready, red and wet from both his precum and your saliva.

Standing up, you turned your back on his face and sat on his lap. Using your finger, you open your fold, and grind your pearl on his dick, to tease him. Your other hand on your breast, playing with nipples and massaging your mound.

Satisfied on the way he groaned, and stopped cursing at you, you gave him a reward by plunging down slowly on his dick, he whimpered, mouth shut, lying to himself about not liking the way your gummy slowly molding his cock inside of you. You only squeezed him tighter, when you were a bit surprised at how deep he had gone.

You never had a dick this big before. You felt so full, and touching your belly, you can feel the shape of him.

“Satoru, I can feel you here. See?” You asked naively, looking back at him, as you squeezed him tighter and the guttural groan he let out was music to your ears.

You smiled evilly at that and started moving your hips up and down, both your hands, playing with your breast.

“Ummm…I’m doing well, right, Satoru? Is this what you want? Oh god, you're so big.” You continue to lie as you move, performing, and admittedly loving your power. Makijgvsure the video will show that Gojo consented to this.

“Please please please….touch me, Satoru. I understand that you wanted to be binded and silent but I need your touch, hmmmm?” You pretended to ask, as you looked back on his helpless face, looking pathetic, red and sweat dripping from his forehead. He looks dazed and unfocus.

“Alright, if you insist, I guess, I’ll cum by riding you on my own.” Pouting before looking back on the camera, you started increasing your pace, you know he is now close, as his voice deepened and his whimpers louder. You acted and started telling him that you’re close, he is good, and he is hitting your sensitive spot, to throw him off.

It was soon after when you felt his dick violently twitch and you felt how he came inside of you. Warmth seeping in your core and painting your walls white. You whined at that and you squeezed his knee as you looked back at the camera.

“You told me, you will not come inside.” You said, almost crying.

“What? You want some more? But I’m already tired.” At this time, you had faced him, you thinned your voice, acting cutely, but your face says otherwise. You smirked down at him. On Satoru who looks dazed and red, dick is still twitching and hard, even after just cumming.

[danvazini]

hi poowkie , iM not sure if your reqs are even open yet BUT i would love to put the idea of yandere!lara CAUSE YOU WRITE YANDERE SO WELL like PLEASE ITS SOO GOOD ANHWAYS MERRY CHRISTMAS LOVE YOU MWAMWAAA

pairing ≫ lara rajagopalan x daniela avanzini

cw ≫ kidnapping , stalking , psychotic behavior , smut towards the end , choking , spit , spanking , bondage , bdsm , college au , gp!lara , lara’s obsessive and possessive , she's also not anyone's peace ,, etc maybe?

wc ≫ well over 4.1k

an ≫ okay you kinda provoked this one also not a much as sophia's which i apologize for!!!! still like previously stated with my last fic with such context in no way shape or form am i normalizing or romanticizing or even promoting this behavior without any consent behind it. — also happy holidays!! — ps not proofread and i’m SORRY it took so long to answer this i started writing it as soon as i saw your ask but my attention span is shit — pps my recs are open jst they take a while to answer!!

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the day in school was so simple, and boring, it was the same lecture everyday because someone just so happeded to miss the previous day. lara sighed as the teacher just yapped his mouth on and on, while she looked out the window just to see nothing.

it was never anything outside of the classroom window but fuck was it better than looking at this guy's face everyday like she had to. she was unimpressed like she always would be literally every other time she’d look outside.

lara turned her head, now meeting face to face with the teacher. "and, lara.." he started, she looked up at him. the guy really got under her skin, he was always on her back for the smallest shit for no reason at all.

"uh huh?" she replied, "why were you looking out the window." he asked, "why is your hair line receding?" she snapped back at him, too quick to even think about what she said before the words spilled out of her mouth.

the red haired woman quickly covered her mouth, a slight panic washing over her while he looked at his student in disbeilef.

"is this how you would like to start your day, ms. raj?" the teacher asked, and she shook her head no. she wasn't scared of the guy but if she got suspened again she would defintely get expelled so she had to watch what she said and how she said it.

lara grabbed her bags and made her way out of the classroom, saying some bullshit excuse why she had to go and why she needed nearly everything she brought into class. as she walked down the hallways, she came across someone who i haven't seen in a while.

"lara! hi!" her light voice rang through the hallways, "daniela!" she said and hugged the girl, it had been a while since we last seen each other and even spoken at that. apparently she transfered over to this school because it was cloest to her current place of resisdence.

we talked a little while until we heard the staff walking down the hallways, and lara practically jetted down away from her. for some reason she couldn’t get the blonde out of her head though, as she walked down the halls she continued to think about her scent, how bright her eyes showed, how beautiul she looked, and so much more.

she made it to the bathroom and sighed to herself, finding the entire situation kind of odd. see, lara’s known daniela a while, a few years really. they used to be inserperable until she had exchanged schools then as time went on they began to distance more and more.

but now seeing her, she looked so, attractive. lara tried shaking the thought, that's her friend, she can't think about her in such a way, as she walked down, making her way to her locker but it still wouldnt leave my mind.

nothing about her left lara’s mind to be honest, she was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the time. it was time for break, meaning she just skipped two of my lectures for the day.

fuck apparently time goes by faster when thinking of you.

she hurried and put her stuff away before running to the break area. now, weirdly, her school didn't care where they went just as long as they made it back to campus on time.

and well, to say the very least they’d always use that to their advantage. lara sat on the sidelines, waiting for her friends to come outside and she spotted daniela again, this time she was walking and talking with a few friends.

now, against her better judgment, which was was almost nonexistent, she followed the girl. lara just stayed a few feet behind, she wasn’t sure what made her but she started taking pictures of the blonde. by the end of the first break she had over thirty pictures of her.

the rest of the day was really boring and she had the option to leave, just to the dorms if she had a good excuse and with that excuse she was able to get home but word gets around our school, really quick.

while lara walked to her dorm, she looked at all of doors, “huh, seems like this may be hers" lara said and just peaked around. the redhead had to hurry and run off before someone saw, running to her own dorm. once she got in, she closed the door behind herself and began searching up the girl.

it started, slow? simple, whatever. lara knew her social media already, because of their history and she found all of them. lara went through all her posts, looking at them, "seems you haven't changed a bit."

she took some screenshots of the girl's profile but again, she did not know why. lara didn't feel any certain way about the girl but looking at her made her feel, very, she couldn't explain it in words. but, lucky for her, she just so happended to add to her story.

after a little while, lara checked the story, seeing her entire trip to the campus and when she was able to get her dorm, and she was lucky. lara zoomed in and saw exactly what dorm she was in. now, normally she would have just walked up to the girl and asked her for the dorm number and etc but it slipped her mind.

lara contined to do more rearch on the girl, her curiostity getting the best of her, wanting to know where she's lived these last few years and exctly how active she's been in her older schools or communities etc.

she found pretty much everything she needed, and turned off her computer. she kept everything open, having different mental, phyiscal and online notes about the girl. lara decided to call it a night, locking and closing everything up.

the red haired woman went to sleep that night, satisfied with what she found. she couldn't excatly sleep that night becaused a thought kept coming over her mind. who has she dated ever since she left? okay yeah, they were never together to begin with but fuck she was a pretty girl, the best looking one in their city at that, so just fucking think how many other girls and guys might've made their advances to her.

lara was tossing and turning all night, the only thing she was able to make the sense of the situation, she needed the girl all to herself, not even allowing her to be with friends, or anyting.

lara decided to sleep, give it time to settle in and think about if she actually want to go through with this. lara woke up the next morning, her mind running wild like she just took some energry advancers. she got ready that day, bailing out on classes to go to the stores.

that night she was going through with it, and she knew how it sounded, she didn't have to exactly kidnap the older but she also can't just invite her over to the dorm, especially since the warden never sits his ass the fuck down and let's them have whoever we want over.

but she didnt care, and just let it go. she drove her car to the first store, supplies. lara brought the note she had written the previous night, going inside of the store and purchasing some ropes, cuffs, a blindfold, tape, and other things.

then she made her way over to another place, getting a bag and that was really it, lara hid the stuff in her car, driving down to her personal home and setting up everything. lara did it as quick as her body allowed it, knowing the girl would be getting her break soon.

lara didn't finish with one thing but she didn't care, she just wanted daniela way too fucking bad. lara got in her car and sped to the campus, and she slowed down as her car got closer, spotting the girl out among the crowd. lara honked her horn, grabbing almost evryone's attention.

daniela recognized lara's car faster than she expected her to, but she ran down the hill to her car. her smile was so bright, she didn't even notice she was already in front of her car by the time she came back to my senses.

she looked at lara innocently, 'why are you here today? i thought you were sick!" she said, but lara didn't say any words but instead tapped the seat in her car. she looked at her hand, the back at me.

and that's when she knew girl didn't pick up on what she wanted, "get in, i wanna show you something" i said.

she quickly obliged. she hurried and sped off once she was in the car, but it wasn't out of the ordinary because she always drove like this and dani was pretty much used to it.

lara drove past the school's campus, making her way to her house. her and daniela talked like it was a casual day, they made it to her house pretty fast, and she parked in her grage. lara looked at the girl, placing her hand on her thigh.

"i'm sorry" she softly said, causing her to chuckle nervously, "why are you sorry, lara?" she asked, and she put her hand over daniela's mouth as fast as she could and grabbed the ropes from bend her seat and tied her wrists. "this"

lara said, getting out of the seat, running to the other side to grab the girl, she pieced off some tape and wrapped it around her mouth before she got to scream. she struggled in her arms for a bit bfore finally letting lara take her inside, lara had to basically drag the older inside her door.

it was broad daylight outside, lara was lucky no one saw her. she closed the door behind herself and she put the girl inside her room. lara chained her wrists to her bed frame, she didn't rip the tape from her mouth but seeing her eyes, filled with so much fear for some reason made her more content with this.

lara contiuned her way outside turning her car off and grabbing everything that belongs to daniela and making her way back inside the place. she made her way upstairs, back to her bedroom. she saw her there, on her knees, but they were locked together.

she already looked so exhausted. but the afternoon had barely begun, lara crouched in front of her. her eyes quickly filled with plead, as she whined to the younger, hoping she'd take the tape off. "it'll come off, as long as you promise not to scream?" lara said to the blonde woman, and she nodded eagerly, and she slowly removed the tape off of her lips -

and almost in an instant, she began to scream for help. she pressed her hand agaist her throat, lara's other hand flying over her mouth. "shut the fuck up" the redhead whispered in her ear. "don't make another fucking sound." she warned her.

lara could hear her squeak under her, her voice barely coming out. reality set in and she finally let go and the girl was panting, "f-fuck.. okay" she said, her voice was already sounding hoarse. she held the girl's cheeks, her finger and thumb pressing into her cheeks. "you're gonna follow every last order i give you, do you understand?" she asked, as she tighten the grip, until she could hear a small "yes" from the girl so she let go.

"there's a smart girl" she praised her, gently moving some of the hair from her face.

"you look so pretty, come on, didn't you miss me?" she asked her, but she didn't look up at me. "danii" she said, but she still didn't look at her. lara's not sure what came over her, she was normally really calm but she grabbed the girl again, this time much more aggresive than she did before.

she could hear her slightly whince in pain, and she quicky let her go. she didnt want to hurt the girl, not in that sense, not at all. in that moment, she remebered thst she was bonded by the wrists to her bed. laraset the younger girl free, allowing the freedom to move her arms as she wanted.

she stayed on the ground, her arms just fell beside her. lara held her chin between her index finger and thumb, wiping over older's lips before gently kissing her. she returned the kiss, her lips moving against mine with the same amount of passion.

the kiss was sweet and short, she picked daniela up, putting her down on her lap. lara broke the kiss, but she brought her into another, her arms wrapping around lara's neck while lara's own wrapped around her waist.

she moaned slightly into the kiss, her body pressing against lara's more and more as the seconds passed. they broke off for a few seconds, the red haired woman began kissing away at her neck, marking the girl up nice and gently.

she left endless hickeys there, kissing down to her chest, as the need grew, she began grinding her hips on lara's crotch, causing her cock to slowly get harder by the second. it didn't take much longer to speed up, she panted into the kiss, her moans and movements getting needier as her erection grew.

lara halted her hips, earning a whine from the girl, "please, need you so bad.." she begged her, trying to move her hips but to no avail. "are you sure you want this? we can wait" lara said, but daniela nodded yes, the need being obvious. lara moved one of her hands to pull the girl into a deeper kiss, they fought for dominace for a while but she quickly gave up, allowing lara full access to her mouth.

lara tasted every corner of her mouth, now guiding the older's hips, lara rocked her against her boner, she praised the girl as her sped her hips up. listening to her whines pick up by the second, after a while they broke the kiss, she now began to focus on making her ride her thigh, watching as she fell apart on it.

"oh you poor thing" lara said while her skirt was doing her no justice. she could feel her slick through her panties.

lara began giving fake sympathy to the blonde woman, only making her whines pick up faster. she continued to praise the girl, watching as her eyes rolled back, until her head fell right on her chest while she allowed her to do whatever she wanted with her.

she raised her hand up, sliding past the girl's shirt, up her shirt, in fact, and she began groping her breasts through the fabric of her bra.

the girl began rocking faster, getting herself off on lara's thigh now. she reached her hand down, to her clothed clit, and rubbed quick circles, pulling the blonde into a quick orgasm, watching as her hips spasmed, and rutted against her.

lara pulled her shirt over her head, quickly removing her bra as well, she left her skirt on and lara began working on her panties. she simply slid them to the side, feeling her arousal already dripping down from her cunt, she lifted the girl by her hips and lowered her on her fingers, feeling her wet warmth engulfing lara's fingers completly.

she curled them fingers inside of her, listening to her whines and whimpers turned into moans and even louder ones as she fucked herself on lara's fingers. she forced the girl to hold eye contact with her while she did so, and she obeyed.

the aching and strain in lara’s pants became worse and worse by second, she felt her cock throbbing through her jeans. she flipped the older over, slamming her down on the bed, laying her on her back.

lara began attacking her neck, having enough of this stupid foreplay. she pulled her skirt and panties off in the same motiton, getting a blindfold and wrapping it around her eyes. "n-no no please.." she tried pleading with her younger but she still continued with my actions.

lara got off the girl after tying the blindfold, grabbing the cuffs and began to bond her back the bed. "h-hey please? too much" she whined, "sorry baby, you're mine, all mine" lara replied, hooking the handcuffs back to her bed post.

she slowly spread the girl's legs, taking her time and softly touching the girl, she started from her throat and made her way down with planting small kisses, lara left beautiful purple marks on her skin while she made her way down her body.

she arched her back at every touch from lara, already falling into a trance. she continued peppering her kisses until she made it to her waist, and then she stopped.

lara stood up, admiring her work. she began to remove her clothes, her cock sprung from her jeans and slapped against her abdomen.

it stood long and tall, her tip red from the need with drops of precum dripping down. she slowly inched her way closer to the blonde girl, completely ignoring the aching need for her cock to receive any type of attention.

she walked up beside daniela and rubbed her thumb across her face, stopping at her lips and puling the down, "open up for me" she said and she obliged. lara gently pushed her cock inisde of her mouth, just until she felt her slightly gag on it.

she gently moved her hips inside of daniela’s throat while she was below her , pulling out and each time she pushed another inch inside of her throat. she hollowed out her cheeks, allowing her to slide in and out mch easier. it didnt take long before lara’s pace picked up, her mouth around her cock felt amazing.

she thrusted deeper into her throat, her moans sendings vibrations around her shaft, and with the sight of her cock in her mouth, along with her well she would suck her off, lara came faster than expected. she shot rope after rope down the older’s throat. she would continue to thrust gently, to drag her orgasm out, but of course her cock didn't soften, why would it?

she made her way back down to between the girl's legs, getting a view of the pool and mess she's made on the bed. she only cooed to the blonde woman, standing over her and began cupping her cheeks while she slowly slid her cock on her clit.

she slowly began thrusting her hips to give them more friction, holding herself down against her clit with her thumb while her hips took off. slowly her room began getting filled with the sound of wetness and their moans.

lara kept up with this pace for a while until she “accidentally" penetrated the girl -

"fuck, you're tighter than i thought baby." lara gritted through her teeth, not even half of her cock fitting inside of her. she gave the girl time to adjust to her size, it took only a few minutes, pushing herself in genlty and pulling out as soft as she possibly could.

"god y-you're so big" she moaned out, while she pushed more of herself in, soon lara started bulging out of her stomach. she stayed idle once she was full inside of the older girl, actually giving her enough time to adjust -

which was the hardest thing ever for lara, her walls clenching around her while she dripped arousal down repeatedly. she retracted her hips out slowly, while it twiched, every detail she could feel getting dragged out of her cunt until it was pushed back in.

she made her thrusts nice and slow, deep and shallow, so the girl could feel her better, and did she. she was the loudest lara had heard her during this entire time, the cries she'd let out, the way she moaned for the redhead, begging for more or for her to be rougher wth her.

while she fucked her, lara leaned down to kiss her, her legs were locked around her waist, pushing her deeper inside of her to the base. she was already such a mess, and lara sat herself up, continuing with the same pace while she snaked her arm up and wrapping her hand around daniela’s neck, applying enough pressure to begin choking her.

she stopped for a moment, taking her blindfold off before she started again, watching how cute she looks while pantng, lara only picking up on pace and fucking her faster and harder. their hips slammed against each others in a quick motion.

lara retracted her hand, but speeding her hips up, feeling completely intoxicated by the feeling of how she clenched around her.

lara degraded and praised the girl in the same sentence, while she used her, kissing her. she even made her hold eye contact with her, watching as she thrusted inside of her cunt.

lara pulled out for a bit, then slammed back inside of her, switching up her pace and rhythm again and thrusting inside of her deeply.

each time she would hit a certain spot, daniela would claw at her back, her moans would get higher. her legs locked tighter, begging her for more while she picked up the pace slightly.

soon the girl came again, coating lara with her cum. lara chuckled and slowed her pace, brutally slow, dragging her orgasm out as long as she physically could. feeling her walls clamp around her cock made holding her orgasm a bit harder but she wanted to do something more, feel something more.

soon lara continued to thrust inside of the girl, holding her thighs above her shoulder now and brutally fucking inside of her, she wouldn't even pull out half her shaft before slamming it back in. her moans were quick to pick up, all the small whimpers were pretty much nonexistent.

the need for her grew more and more as time progressed, the way she would clench would make her feel intoxicated, her shaft continued twitching inside of her.

she sped up her thrusts, the burning sensation in lara’s abdomen telling her to stop but she was far too close, lara held daniela’s hips in place while she pistoned into her.

her orgasm caught up rather quickly, causing her to fill the girl up with her load, pumping rope after rope inside of her.

she slowly thrusted, making sure every last bit was inside of the girl before pulling out. lara sat and watched as it slowly trickled out of the girl, right onto the sheets but they’ll care about that some other day.

after a while lara took the cuffs off the girl, removing them from the bed. she discarded them somewhere, and she quickly clung onto her. she held her chest close to her face while she tried to even her breathing.

lara rubbed his palm against her back, in circles to help her breathing better. she would hold onto her for a good while, just until she felt it was enough then she stopped.

she broke apart from lara’s chest, her eyes were hooded and she was pretty much incoherent. lara played in her hair a bit, laying the girl across her lap.

gently cooing to her, she held daniela’s head, pushing her hair out of her face and kissing her.

after she fixed her hair, she shuffled off the bed and retrieved her clothes, just her under clothes and she slid one of her shirts on the blonde.

lara began to gently speak to her, comforting her like she didn't just kidnap her a few hours ago. she wouldn't really say many words back, but she was sure until curiosity got the best of her.

"lara?" she asked, her voice still just as low and soft as before, "yes?" she softly replied, a stupid smile plastered on her face while she cuddled the girl.

"why did you, you know" she asked, not wanting to repeat but she could hear the slight hesitation in her voice, lara reassured the girl and explained to her why its happened.

she would only nod against her chest in response, and soon she could hear her small snores while she slept. she just kissed her head, "welcome home, baby" she softly said and continued rubbing her back.

[tim-laflours-gf]

Hey gang welcome to my blog!!

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[seriouslycalamitous]

how. does martyn’s second war go? i have many questions actually are you open to them

(i included them bc i’ll probably forget if i don’t write them down now)

-so admittedly there are only two named red gods (that i’m aware of? i think cleo only counts sometimes) but like… can red gods really die? i mean, chaos is eternal, and ants- literal insects- have wars. also if we’re counting cleo then yknow. death. and i saw something about octopi having wars, and i’m not entirely sure if that’s true but it’s an interesting thought.

- so this is a little more on the headcanon side, but i like to imagine that the gods originally found out about harbingers bc someone really didn’t want their favorite little animal to die (been playing with the idea of technoblade and steve. polar bears my beloved.)

all my other questions might go into spoiler territory. so i apologize and you don’t have to answer.

- do harbingers get any cool powers? i know that grian has wings but that was an accident

- are there any other red gods you can share the identities of?

- does ren ever start bringing martyn to wars with him. for the violence.

- if you ever write a btdom treebark please please share i am obsessed with them

- do ren and scar get along at all? i know in the fic they had some. interesting moments. but i think that was because they were both messing with the other one’s special little guy? idk i might be branching off into headcanon territory again.

- also i’ve been theorizing about gem. i think she could be a goddess (red, clearly) and i haven’t entirely figured out what her domain could be but it’s something violent.

- is bdubs a god or is he just kinda hanging out?

sincerely,

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Wow that is a lot of questions! Unfortunately, for the sake of the sequel, I can’t answer most of them. I’ll speedrun what I can say though!

1. As I mentioned briefly in my other post, Martyn dodges the next draft. He runs away and Ren has to find him again!

2. The definition of death for gods isn’t the same as it is for humans. For gods, it’s more so “when your well of power runs out” which, for a lot of them, is hard to make happen, but not impossible. The end of humanity/the earth as a whole is the most efficient way to do it for the majority.

3. Haha i don’t really have plans to incorporate other fandoms into this one, but that idea is cute for the discovery of Harbingers. There is an answer, but I’m leaving this purposely ambiguous!

4. Harbingers having cool powers is on the table, but it differs from person to person. They typically have some level of command over their god’s domain. And for those of them with the god actually wrapped around their finger completely (Grian) they have more at their disposal by appealing to said god.

5. I can’t share any identities right now

6. Ren absolutely does. Martyn’s a badass, he just needs to believe in the cause.

7. I don’t currently have plans to, because I really just want to focus on getting this sequel out before planning others, so no promises.

8. Scar has no actual friends besides Grian. People tolerate his ass.

9. I can’t share anything about Gem, but I can say unfortunately that theory is not quite on the mark

10. Bdubs is a centaur! I cannot reveal anything more about him

Thanks for the ask, and sorry I couldn’t answer with more comprehensive things! This was sent awhile ago but i’ve been MASSIVELY busy, so, sorry about that too!

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i need to keep track and i might as well share so — here's my works in progress ! i'll update it often <3

JULY UPDATE: all of these are on hold so i can work on a bigger project. apologies but i am very inspired :(

Baby updates:

Slumber Party

Alternative Timeline: Fairytale Ending

Rapunzel Alternative Timeline: Breaking Point

Baby, Alternative Timeline: Daddy ( 401 + 412 + 417 + 519 + 521 with (redacted, imma surprise ya lmao) ) ( so fucking pumped for this one )

series and longer one shots:

Hard Times: Chapter Three

Lowlife Princess: Act Three (i'm pissed off at this one atm. slow progress, im sorry :( )

currently untitled ( San for numbers 403, 405 and 420 ) ( i love whoever sent this, forehead smooch for you 🛐 )

The Safe House ( cop reader and yunho req )

requests: if yours isn't here then an idea hasn't hit me for it yet, but i promise you aren't forgotten about <3

currently untitled ( 315 and 308 with seonghwa )

currently untitled ( 420 + san obsessed with a noona )