inkedcat

[inkedcat]

hihi!

i loved your fic on laurance hehe <3 could i request one with gene and/or zenix (either mcd or ms/seperately)?

if that's okay with you, of course! have a nice day or evening :)

GENE (my street)

a/n: so i do want to apologize first for the extremelyyy late response (this was requested back in april, around there, and yes, i am exposing myself for being negligent of this account)… so hopefully this makes up for it!! also thank you for the very sweet request, and i don’t really know zenix that much so unfortunately.. no zenix…

cw: nsfw, perhaps ooc, late *falls down to my knees in devastation* ————

perhaps it had been the extra fun or tipsy feeling of stumbling into your home—that was completely innocent and warm looking, unlike what gene was feeling right now. he just felt a hunger for you that felt as if it couldn’t be tamed.

i mean, who could blame him?!

you were laying so prettily on your bed with the shirt he had worn tonight. which had been taken away from him, making him realize that he had no shirt…

oh but you just looked so ravishing, he couldn’t be mad at you. never.

especially since he was now prepping you to be with him tonight, in your bed. he was on top of you, staring down at your figure as your chest heaved with each hitch of a breath you took. ragged breaths left your kiss-swollen lips and it stirred something inside of him.

monstrous, some would say.

“i’ll take such good care of you,” he mumbled against your skin, nipping at the exposed collarbone from under his shirt you wore.

“gene,” you sighed, whispering his name so deliciously that it made his mind fuzzy for a moment. or was that the mountains of beer he had drunk..?

“go ahead,” your lips move in a hypnotizing manner, his eyes caught on every single movement you make.

“go ahead..?” he furrowed his brows, smirking.

“yes,” you breathed out. you pinched his arm, making him yelp. “are you gonna keep me waiting?”

“fuuu…” he trailed off, narrowing his eyes before realizing. you’re soaked and so was he. “no, of course not.”

“good,” you smiled innocently, batting your lashes at him. your hands were doing quite the opposite though, going down to seductively take your panties off.

exposeddddd.

gene immediately went to take his pants off, his belt coming off first and he put that aside—just incase, you never know—and finally he was free.

it wasn’t long till he was finally able to push in, your arousal being a good self-lubricant for his condom-covered dick because safety first. the hard thing was not going ahead and thrusting with all of his might into your pussy that felt too good to be true.

if only..

but as the gentleman he was, he waited for you to relax. your hands gripped the shirt you wore, your body suddenly feeling too hot for this environment. and with a smile, you took off the shirt.

fuuuuuuck. what mere human gave birth to this divine being..

“[name],” gene dragged your name out with a deep moan, a grunt leaving his lips as he thrusted deep into your heavenly hole. “you should kiss me..”

“why would i ever kiss.. you?” you gasped in between your words, groaning as he gave another thrust.

“because you looove this dick,” he giggled, his lips brushing against your neck.

“it’s a bit small, don’t you think?”

he gave another thrust, making you moan. even if you tried your hardest to hide the pleasure he gave you, it was impossible.

“you win,” you pout, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling him down. you capture his lips in a passionate kiss, the dark locks soft in between your fingers.

“and i shall remain..” he nipped your bottom lip, a whine escaping your throat. “victorious.”

another moan came as he thrusted deep into your pussy, the lewd sound making you blush. “mm, sure..” you rolled your eyes, but got quickly distracted with his incoming thrusts.

“holy shirt,” you arched your back, your chest meeting his. you close your eyes shut, a string of super real curses leaving your lips.

“yeah, go on,” gene smirked, grunting and groaning with each thrust. his hair got tugged on with each slap of skin, the pain going straight to his groin. “take it..”

“mhm-“

“why are you so pretty?” gene mumbled against your skin, your teeth gently gnawing at your neck for a second before he pulled away to cure it with his ‘healing’ kisses.

you whined, your pussy fluttering tightly around him. he gasped, his dark hair falling to cover his teal eyes. “warn me next time to be prepared for a ravishing night like this..”

“who said-“ moan “-that there was a next time..?”

“your reactions,” he smooched your cheek, peppering kisses all over your face. he went down, trailing his lips down your neck with a deep inhale. “you just can’t get enough of this..”

you opened your mouth to retort but the only thing that came out was a sob. your thighs tightened around his waist, one of your hands gripping onto his shoulder.

“see,” he breathed heavily after also finding his release. his thrusts slowed down for a moment, using it to stare down at your flushed body. “can’t get enough..”

“i guess i can’t..” you pressed a kiss to his lips, moving his hair out of his face with a gentle hand.

[inkedcat]

GARROTH RO’MEAVE

A/N: after months, I have returned. i hope you missed me, because i sure didn’t. (i cringe every-time i read my first post)

cw: perhaps ooc, i wrote this at 3 in the morning————

after a successful date night, all you and garroth wanted to do was watch a movie and drink up on some wine. and perhaps the wine drinking had been taken a bit too serious…

“i thought we were supposed to be relaxing,” you smirked against his lips.

“we are,” his deep voice created a nice vibration against your skin.

you had to admit, this was pretty nice. he had made you a little snack earlier, and now as repayment, you’re in his arms. his large hands circle your waist, gripping onto the fabric of your dress.

“this color looks amazing on you..” he nipped at your neck, a hiss escaping your lips in response. “makes you look..” kiss “ravishing.”

a flashback of today’s date would’ve made even the broodiest of men blush, by the way garroth couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. he just had this effect on people, making them feel like they’re floating or possibly even beautiful.

he inhaled sharply, his lips trailing down the path of your neck and down to your collarbone. with each contact of skin against skin, it made your heart go pitter patter.

and with the wine glass still in your hand, you attempted to go for another swig. you were interrupted when garroth’s hand enveloped your full hand, taking away the glass.

you pouted and this seemed to merely amuse garroth, his tempting lips wrapping around the edge and sipping the rest of the red wine.

“i wanted that,” you huffed.

in response, garroth smirked and pulled you closer. his hands cupped your face, capturing your lips in a tantalizing dance. he dipped your head to where he could spill the wine into your mouth, a heat covering your body at this action.

“drink up,” he murmured softly, wiping off a drop of wine that had trailed down your chin with a swipe of his thumb.

you didn’t know what came over you, but you obeyed. you swallowed and the taste of the beverage transferred down your throat and into your system. during this whole act, he made consistent eye contact with you—his devilish blue eyes staring deep into your soul.

“is this what you do after a date with a girl?” you couldn’t help but ask, curiosity winning and you knew that this may be the death of you. “serenade them, drink wine, and act all..”

“charming?” he tilted his head. “why, but i’m charmed..”

“dangerous,” you shift on his lap, his grip tightening on your hips.

“perhaps,” garroth shrugs coyly, distracted by the way he was feeling. “why? are you jealous?”

“i.. no,” with narrowed eyes, your hands went to his tie. your fingers started to unravel the knot, “i should’ve never asked..”

“honey,” he whispered, finally catching your attention. you couldn’t lie and deny that you didn’t feel butterflies in your stomach each time he used that nickname. “i can reassure you that i’ve never felt this helpless with anyone before but you.”

“is that supposed to be a good thing?”

“i hope so,” he teases once more, making you pout. “but, what i’m trying to say is that they could never compete to you. you’re so much better than them.. in every aspect.”

“really?” you whisper, grabbing the untied tie and bringing it to his wrists. he watches but doesn’t resist.

“yes, of course,” he moves his hips, making you look up at him. “i love you. so much more than you could ever imagine.”

“okay,” you hum, smirking. “prove it.”

“i’ll fucking prove it to you, [name],” he pleaded, his brow creased. he reached up, his lips about to meet yours before he was stopped by something. “wha..”

he had been so distracted that he hadn’t noticed you had tied his wrists above his head in a complicate manner that had him in a complicated situation. his eyes trailed up to your face, seeing that mischievous grin on your pretty face.

“suffer,” you brushed against his groin area as you stood up, making him groan.

“wait, [name]..” he called after your figure, watching as you sauntered on over to the coffee table.

in your hand was the glass from earlier, while in your other hand was the bottle of wine. “we can’t let this go to waste,” you laughed wickedly as you went on to finish the delicious wine.

[inkedcat]

Laurance X Reader

One Night Stand

First post, hope you enjoy 😧🙈

Laurance X Reader

TW: NSFW, bad writing (?) 🥲 (Kawaii-Chan)

Laurance Zvahl.

You had always been one to find him annoying. From the way he carried himself, always with confidence and sunshine surrounding him. From the way he smirked and talked so flirtatious that it caused your stomach to twist in turn in so many ways.

You especially hated the way he was always there. No matter where you went, it’s as if the two of you were connected. At parties, at dinners, at the store, at a festival. He was even there when you were still in highschool, at Phoenix Drop High.

But the worst of all, was when he stared. He never really talked to you or anything but it felt as if he were always staring at you.

Of course, this may you feel shy and a bit nervous. I mean, who wouldn’t be right? He didn’t notice your blush either, right?

You had been attending one of Kawaii-Chan’s parties when Laurance suddenly approached you. Usually you would see him flirt with girls with such confidence, but when he tried talking to you, it seemed as if he was stumbling over his words and stuttering. His hands fiddled and crunched the red cup occasionally.

You stared at him, somewhat jealous by the way he was able to be so fine. Yet you found his demenaor amusing, intrigued by the way he acted around you. His clear blue eyes would occasionally flicker up to your face,

The next thing you knew, he was at your house, pinning your hands above your head. He was letting out trembling breaths as your entire body quivered.

The both of you were so close together. So close.

“Fuck, I never thought..” He started, squeezing his eyes as he blinked before focusing back on you. He didn’t finish his sentence as his eyes found their way to where the both of you connected, your pussy greedily sucking him in. He muttered something to himself, admiring the view.

One of his hands was pinning both of your wrists together against the headboard of your bed. The room smelled of skin and desire. There was clothes scattered all over the floor, showing the excitement.

You scrunched your eyes at him, suddenly moaning as he gave you a teasing thrust. “Laurance..” You called out, sighing his name deliciously.

That caused him to shudder, leaning down to feverishly kiss you. His hand reached up to cup your face. His touch was gentle as he kissed you.

He was a good kisser. You wondered where he learnt to kiss that well before he leaned back and stared at your disheveled state.

His eyes were swirling with a mix of desire but also adoration. You became nervous again, glancing away from his gaze. It felt as if he were studying you, watching you for a long time as if this may be the only time he’ll ever get this close to you.

“I love when you say my name,” he mumbles, leaning down to place another mark on your body.

With his lips on your skin, he just caused you to crumble and melt onto your messy bed. You wanted to scratch his back or anything but you’d already learned your lesson with that as your hands greedily tried to escape his grasp.

You couldn’t help but buck your hips at him, growing frustrated by the way he was teasing you. He had already come into multiple condoms already.

Wasn’t he exhausted already?

You stared up at him, your breathing heavy and tired. “Laurance-“ he groaned “-Fuck me please. Make me come,” you plead out sweetly, not knowing your limits.

His soft brown hair was plastered against his forehead, slight sweat dripping down his face and chest, making him glow under the moonlit sky. I wanted to touch him and I tried to reach over but his hand tugged me back into his restraint.

He chuckled at your words, causing your mind to turn a bit fuzzy.

“As you wish, m’lady,” he left a tender kiss on my neck, smirking as he leaned back.

You were about to reprimand him about such a name but he already began to pound into you, causing you to shut your mouth. Your hands clenched around each other, your back arching as he began to ravish you.

Moans slid right past your mouth, high pitched hiccups along with those as he leaned down and pressed his lips against your skin once again. You hummed, savoring the moment.

Finally, he let go of your hands and as soon as they were free, they went straight to his face, to his chest, or to his arms. His hands glided and gently squeezed your waist, admiring your gleaming skin.

His hips moved at a steady pace. Fast and passionate was his style as his grunted with each thrust. You whimpered at each thrust, each time the tip of his cock touched your sweet spot, it caused you to squeeze your eyes and clench your jaw.

“You’re so pretty..” Laurance whispered huskily, groaning as your hands went to scratch his bag again. This time he didn’t pull you away but he did bite down on your neck, a curse slipping past your lips as he did so.

“So precious..” he moaned, his face centimeters away from yours.

His forehead was pressed against yours, his breath brushing against your lips. His eyes locked with yours as you fluttered your eyes open to stare up at his presence.

“Laurance.. I’m close,” you sob, feeling overstimulated and coming faster than the previous times.

Your legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, afraid you might fall through your bed and into the nothing if you let go. He whispered something unintelligible, your mind blurry as you felt a knot form in your stomach, tightening faster and tighter.

He moaned, pressing his body against yours.

Tears started to well up in your eyes, beautifully rolling down your face. Laurance watched you with furrowed brows, kissing the tears away with such tenderness that you forgot he wasn’t yours.

But for tonight, he’s yours. And you’re his.

You threw your head back, whining his name as you gasped at each pounding thrust. With each thrust, the bed creaked. With each thrust, your heart hiccuped. With each thrust, your need for him grew stronger.

“You feel so good,” he mumbled against your skin, peppering soft kisses against your face.

Finally, you felt your entire soul leave your body for a moment, going into a state of nothing but heavenly bliss. With you, was Laurance and his presence. His eyes brought you back and you came, gripping onto his shoulders with so much pressure it may have left bruises.

He also came, a low moan leaving his soft lips as he did so. His voice vibrated against your skin, causing you to shudder and collapse onto your bed.

The both of you stayed like that for a long moment, laying together. He admired you, watching as you closed your eyes and breathed heavily.

He chuckled before pulling back. “You’re not going to sleep, are you?” He smirked, pulling out of you which made you feel empty and clenching around nothing.

Suddenly everything came back to you and you instantly felt shy, grabbing onto the discarded blanket on the floor and wrapping your body up in it. “I-.. no?” You whispered cheekily.

He stared at me for a few moments as he threw the condom away before shaking his head with a laugh. You blushed, watching as he put some his boxers on.

You looked away, squeezing your eyes shut as you burrowed your face into your pillow. What just happened.

You felt a hand gently travel down your back, causing you to look at Laurance and watch as his amused expression teased you. You blushed once again and hid your face in your blanket, pulling it over your head.

“Aren’t you going to shower or.. something?” You asked, your muffled voice making its way through your blanket.

He shrugged, laying down in your bed with you. “I don’t think so, I just wanna lay here and sleep.”

You hummed, feeling the blanket be pulled down to reveal your face. His breath hitched, his eyes darting all over your face as he watched you. You furrowed your brows, looking away.

“You’re disgusting,” you fake gagged, giggling as he feigned a playful offense to it.

“Right, right. Then why don’t you shower with me?” He wiggled his brows.

You rolled your eyes, gasping as he picked you up, still butt naked and dragged you into the bathroom. You pressed your body against his, hoping that would hide the view away from him but he blushed instead from the skin on skin contact.

You blushed as well, huffing as you crossed your arms over your chest, hiding.

The door closed and the water turned on.

Extra:

The Next Morning

You walked out of your house, ready to go to work when suddenly you felt a presence behind you. You turned around quickly, getting into a defensive stance when you realized it was Kawaii-Chan.

“Oh, Kawaii-Chan, it’s you,” you sighed in relief.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, looking at her strangely.

She had this cheeky grin on her face. You narrowed your eyes at her, crossing your arms. “What’s the matter?”

“Oh nothing.” She smiled suspiciously.

“But Kawaii-Chan may or may not have seen Laurance-Kun and (Y/N)-Senpai sneak off last night at she party,” she giggled to your horror.

“Don’t worry, Kawaii-Chan is not mad,” she said, raising a finger up to her lips before scarily walking backwards into a bush.

You stood there in horror, afraid of the things she might do.