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When someone forms a contract with a demon, there's a solid formation. It's normally like an earring or a ring or something small but unfortunately in this case, sadistic tendencies manifested a choker. The only thing on the planet this man will apologize for is the "collar" that came from the contract because it's such a call out.
Luckily, most people just assume it's jewelry! Unfortunately that also means his cruel personality remains unnoticed by most observers.
(Also she's very gay so when a pretty woman compliments her on her pretty necklace she goes through so many stages of grief knowing the source of the object. He actively feels humiliated at "collaring" a lesbian.)
#eyes that dont smile#is the plot tag for them haha..... he has such emotionless eyes and his expressions are more for show than anything#and the contract was in formation when she said something snarky to him so he was like#ah and under my guidance you will be unable to protest#as like an addition to the terms and didnt expect it to actually GET ADDED in the contract terms#so now whenever she tries to say something mean about him she loses her voice and she hates it so much#however he finds it hysterical which she hates even more#anyway they dont really like each other (more like they hate each other) but hey theres a contract tough luck
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-Laughs Nervously- What am I dooOIIIINNGGGG @prof-peach Well Obviously I’m writing but like, I just....? Goodness I’m sorry. Small backstory, I’ve wanted to write about my pokemon ranger OC and her partner for a While now. And your blog inspires me a lot! So I wrote a tiny little something! Under the Read More!
With her legs leaning over and out of the ship, a grinning pokemon ranger observed as the sight of land drew ever closer. She inhaled the salty tang of the air deeply. “Ahhhhh…! Can you smell that in the air, Sheva?” She asked her Flygon who was leaning their upper body over the protective railing of the ship where its trainer was haphazardly perched. Sheva trilled back, making the ranger laugh. “Same here, I can’t smell ANYTHING other than the seawater!! This is nothing like where we’ve been stationed for the past six months! Johto is absolutely beautiful!” Breaking the peace and comfort of the ferry trip, she felt her pokemon partner press its face into her chest with a small whimper. She rubbed Sheva’s snout affectionately, carting her free hand through the soft fluff that decorated her Flygon’s chest.
“Rrrrrnnn!” Sheva protested, whining.
“I know, I know… It’s scary to think of the reason why we’re headed to Dotaku Island in the first place. But Sheva, Professors Peach and Grey will be able to help you get back into the sky again. And then we can fly across all of Orre just like we used to, we can be official partners again. Just promise me you won’t push them away out of stubbornness.” Before Sheva could respond, the pair heard the ferry captain’s voice on the speakers
“Now docking at Dotaku Isle.”
“Wonderful! Sheva, let's get down and confirm our appointment with Professor Grey!”
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“Oh, San! You made it in person, that’s wonderful news.” San turned her head to the voice that called her, smiling wide when she recognized it was Professor Grey. The young ranger cantered over to the professor, happy that he recognized her so quickly. The two had been in contact over the last few weeks, trying to figure out the exact needs for Sheva and whether she would be better off with prosthetics or a regimen for therapy.
“Of course I did! When you offered to examine Sheva, I was overjoyed I couldn’t stop thinking about it in every waking hour I had! I would have come sooner too, if I wasn’t in a constant kerfuffle with the Orre Police Department trying to get official leave for this trip.” Grey offered a sympathetic smile to her.
“As I understand, you are one of the few pokemon rangers partnered with the Orre force that isn’t stationed in Pyrite, correct?” San exhaled harshly, shaking her head.
“Yes, I’m helping create and clear space for the new Pokemon HQ Lab by day, and in the evening it's usually only Sheva and I who can patrol the sun-parched dunes of the desert.” The exhaustion from San’s almost nonstop efforts to keep the region safe from the likes of danger must have permanently etched themselves onto the creases on her face and the weariness of her limbs by now. She couldn’t remember the last time she even did something for herself.
“I understand, I’m especially relieved you were able to make it then! Now, where’s your partner? In her pokeball?” San shook her head.
“Oh no! Sheva never goes into her pokeball. In fact I don’t even think I bring it with me on the regular.” There was a moment of pause.
“I see… So where is your partner now? You said she was grounded and unable to fly still.” A panic set into San’s body, shaking off her obliviousness to the world around her.
“Sheva? SHEVA?!” Sheva couldn’t have gone far, she felt the dragon pokemon’s claws on her shoulders just moments ago before she went to greet Professor Grey.
“Now, aren’t you the most curious thing I ever did see on a Saturday morning!” San and the professor quickly made their way over, the former of which placed a hand on her chest to calm her beating heart. Sheva was in one of the most capable hands on the island, Professor Peach was already eyeing Sheva with what seemed to be delight and fascination.
“Ah there you are, Sheva! Making friends? And here I was worried you’d be too apprehensive!” Sheva turned to San and crooned delightedly as Peach found one of her favorite spots to be scratched just under its chin.
“I see… You certainly have more wings than I was expecting to see on a Flygon, and you’re spotting some of the softest down I’ve felt on any dragon type I’ve had the pleasure to meet. Ataria descended, maybe? Not quite. Hmm, oh… No! One of your parents must have been a Volcarona!” San couldn’t help but smile as Peach affectionately regarded Sheva, and only snapped out of her stupor when Sheva placed its chin over its trainer’s head.
“H-hello Professor Peach! My name is San and I’ve travelled from Orre in search of some guidance and help for my partner Sheva. Do you think you can help us?”
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Some small notes in case anyone was wondering:
San is a trainer originally from Unova but was stationed in the Orre Region after graduating from the ranger academy. Sheva is her Volcarona-variant Flygon because I’m absolutely OBSESSED with the idea of pokemon variants and I wanted to include two of my favorite pokemon that can actually breed in the games.
Sheva has more than one pair of wings, I can’t decide if she’d have four or six wings total, but two of them were torn from a bad encounter with Team Snagem who was after Sheva because she was a strange looking pokemon and fully evolved. Sheva also has some chest fluff like Volcarona does! Sheva loves to be petted on the chest and chin especially
Sheva cannot fly as of now, whether it is due to the trauma of the attack or because she’s not used to using one less pair of wings is what San is trying to figure out. That’s why she arrived on the island seeking help and counsel from Professor Grey who is the expert in prosthetics just in case Sheva might need some to fly again.
And I plan on writing a little more down the line too! I have a few ideas of San and Sheva on Dotaku island that I’d like to explore in time.
#Pokemon#Pokemon Ranger#Pokemon OC#prof. peach#First Post Who Dis#LITERALLY#This is my first post and it was just what came to mind#Listen I love Pokemon and I LOVE your blog and got excited#when you said you don't mind our OCs interacting with your corner of the world#Hope its not terrible aaaaa
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Mereoleona Vermillion x f.reader (with some NSFW)
@vermillionflames (insert a ton of needless information on why I suck) If you get bored of reading the non nsfw part, scroll down to the highlighted zone , lower it is the a bit more mature content. As I have mentioned before, sorry, Becca! Also, it’s like 3 a.m for me now, I haven’t edited a single thing, I am not even sure it’s written in English, lol. Goodnight! __________________
"I am afraid!"
"There is nothing to be afraid of, you are a proud lion, aren't you?"
Mereoleona looked down at a young man laying his head on her lap, a profound puddle of red liquid seeping into her clothes. Another handful of blood and he won't be able to recover. For most of her life, the proud lioness lived alone, had to fend for her life in the wilderness where only the fittest survive and back when she still lived in the capital, her family, friends, other royal knights, all of them seemed at least decent enough not to get killed in a battle. Today though, she was facing a different type of reality. For the first time, she felt lonely and desperate amidst the cruelty of this world.
"You shall not die," a low growl vibrated in her throat. "MEDICS, WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY?!"
Her shouts were wasted. A couple of Crimson Lion knights standing beside her had neither healing powers nor the mental capacity to comprehend that their teammate is surely dying right in front of them.
There was nothing anyone could do. Only wait. Observe the skin turning paler until they cannot make out another plea of help through the blood spilling into lungs, throat... Reality hurts.
"I am useless," whispered the ginger female slightly shaking.
A droplet fell. Then another one and another. Suddenly, the scene was engulfed in a rainy mist. And so, the tragic end came.
Interposed in the thunder, puddles began echoing. The next instance Mereoleona was pushed to the side with a "move it" said in a calm demeanor. A young woman looked the bleeding man up and down and after a brief evaluation began moving her hands through the injuries. Several strands of unruly hair fell onto her focused eyes, sticking to long black eyelashes.
"I am sorry to be asking this of you," she began without unnecessarily moving a muscle. "could you please wipe the hair out of my eyes? It feels irritating, but I cannot move."
Mereoleona reached out her hand. A bloody trace of two fingers was left on the woman's forehead, but she simply smiled and thanked.
Usually, when every second counts and minutes can determine whether a person lives or dies, the time passes slowly. This time though everything was over in a wink. Triumphantly, the mysterious lady leaned back. Her face gentle and smiling. The man won't die.
Dense rainfall wouldn't stop, seemingly unable to read the lightened mood, it kept on falling to mourn a loss.
"TAKE HIM AND HURRY," the substitute captain roared gaining her sanity back. The party came upon an abandoned shack in the middle of the fields and decided to take shelter there, the woman from before still tagging along.
A nicely burning fire and a roof above their heads, they have decided to stay here for the night. Having finished the roasted boar Mere caught for dinner, they now where sound asleep. Still feeling restless, the ginger-haired woman decided to go out and take a breath outside on the porch, her, now clean, hands reached out towards the everlasting stream of sky water. She could still see blood on her skin, feel how sticky and different this blood was from that of her foes.
"Some things are inevitable," a voice said from behind her. Wrapped in a blanket sat the woman from before. She felt uneasy to stay in the same room with unfamiliar men and chose to come out onto the porch. "Even if you do everything in your power, there comes a time when it's not enough," she came closer and put the blanket over the taller female which earned her an eyebrow raise. Voice as soft as a prayer for the peace in the world whispered "sometimes... you just have to see them off with a smile."
"I reject this kind of logic."
"Eh? Miracles do not happen!" the girl protested.
"You say that as you popped out like one yourself. Although yes, I agree with you, miracles do not happen, but you can prevent mistakes from happening."
"Eventually you will break. The future is set in stone."
The ginger-haired woman turned around with a huge grin, "I will break the stone it is set in," she bolstered flaring up her mana making the blanket burn off in cinders.
Her companion simply stood there admiring the ashes fly off. The one in front of her was certainly not your everyday person, something was captivating about her, to the point you get intrigued to see them in any state of mind. "I want to be there," she said.
"Hm? You want to be where?"
"When you lose the battle against fate or... when you run to set the heavens ablaze, I wish to be there and see you, you are fascinating!"
Mereoleona blinked for a moment but the very next second got back her confidence retorting, "If you want to be there, then you must reach my level first."
"Mmm. I will, do not worry. As a fact, I am traveling to the capital right now," she took out her grimoire and proudly tossed it up a few times into the air.
"Oho? What for?" Mere felt a sadistic intent rise deep within.
"I plan to join the magic knights. You people are magic knights, right? You must have heard of the Crimson Lion King, the squad led by the famous Vermillion family? Aaah, I have been admiring them for so long and I finally get the chance to see them."
"What's so good about them?"
"How can you be a mage and not understand it?! They don't base their judgment on your status or your wealth even the current level you are on isn't as much of a factor as the potential and your determination. And the new captain, Mereoleona Vermillion, I have heard so many fantastic stories about her, though everyone is saying she is terrifying. I wish to feel what it is like to be under her guidance one day."
As the girl kept on ranting about the idolized female sorcerer, her partner couldn't contain her laughter anymore. What an interesting creature she found along the path. One moment she is consoling her, acting superior, next she's ranting about her beloved Mereoleona without knowing who she is talking to in the first place.
"Ah, I like you, girl!" she looked back thrilled.
"I am very pleased to have met you too... Um... did we exchange names?"
"Mereoleona Vermillion. Welcome to the squad, from today on, you are a member of the Crimson Lion King and soon enough you will feel the pleasure of burning under my guidance!"
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"Hm, it seems we have five days off starting tomorrow," a female chimed walking down the street.
"Perfect for some vigorous training," another one responded to her.
The first woman stopped and looked back with dead-bored eyes, then gazed away and kept on walking without saying a word. The atmosphere turned cold instantly followed by silence stinging painfully.
It has been over 2 years since the fateful day when Mereoleona met a strange yet charismatic woman out on a mission. 2 long years filled with hard work to prove herself and years of Mere's admiration growing until it finally blossomed in love. They now were dating, but even though their love vows have been said after getting to know each other in and out, incidents like this still kept on occurring between them. Someone as bright as the ginger-haired female's lover doesn't go silent unless they are genuinely hurt. For Mereoleona, other people's feelings were a mystery. Even though normally she wouldn't feel even the slightest bit bothered, when it comes to her most important person, she couldn't stand seeing the smile vanish from her face.
"Ahaha, yea, you are right, I still have a long way to go," the girl laughed and turned around to face her lover with a huge grin. Which was fake.
"Tell me straight... I am not as good as you with humans and their emotions," this time, Mereoleona's voice indicated pain.
"Ah, I did not mean that, I am sorry," with a quick motion she stepped in front of Mere and took her hand lifting it to her lips, gently planting a kiss and then putting it against her own cheek. "I want to spend more time with you," she smiled with an honest sparkle in her eyes. "I was thinking that the two of us could run somewhere, anywhere really, as long as it is you and me."
Both of them stood there blushing. The hand pressed against the woman's cheek turned around holding her face still. Then, two lips met in a soft kiss that seemed to be too sweet for the girl to handle. Right before her knees could give out, they parted.
"Leave it to me," the eldest Vermillion said leaving her girlfriend still in shock.
It did not take long for them to reach the approximate location of their 5 days long logging, but before getting the privilege to rest in a warm bed embracing each other, they had to go through a forest that even thieves pass in a circle. By the time their hands landed on the doorknob of a hut in the middle of a plain, surrounded by thick bushes, it was already a dark orange evening with sun way bellow the horizon. Tired, dirty, and sweaty the woman overlooked the energetic one with jealousy.
"A challange, how else," she chuckled to herself dropping the bags down.
"Are you disappointed?" Mereoleona studied the girl's face.
"No. It wouldn't be you if these things weren't included and I couldn't love you any other way. Though, I must insist that from now on, no more special-monster-challange-deluxes, okay, love?" her voice took up a threatening note.
"Yes, I know. Don't worry. From now on, there's only rest. Do you want to go take a dip in the the hot stream?"
"There is one?" the woman asked turning around excited.
"Of course, did you expect we will be enjoying a freezing lake?"
"... I mean, even a freezing lake can turn into a volcano with you..." she said recalling various instances.
Mereoleona yanked a towel off a wooden rack by the door and turned back to her girlfriend "I will be going first, don't stay here too long. Do not forget, I will be waiting." Her step did not lack the usual confidence nor seemed tired even the tiniest bit. Far from it. She seemed to be standing straighter with her shoulders and neck tense as if a beast ready to jump its prey.
It certainly was warm inside the cabin but the temperature magically rose higher as Mereoleona closed the doors as she walked through. The young woman, now left alone, began touching her blazing cheeks, then fanning at them. In her mind, the moment she walked out the door, any layer hiding her bruised skin will be ripped off and even more skin will be broken from Mereoleona's overbearing kisses. Even as she was thinking that, her hands dug deeper into the bags searching for the negligee she bought exclusively for this occasion. Various garter belts flew on the bed with dark, white and burgundy laced panties, some nightgowns, meant to be used during summer and as such more revealing, scattered all around the floor, yet, nothing seemed good enough until her attention was caught by the second white towel hanging on the wall. Sometimes, the simpler way is the right way, she thought snatching it with more force than her beloved minutes ago.
"Hey! Don't tell me you cannot move anymore! Should I make you?” a roar resounded from the outdoor bath.
Flustered and in a hurry, she threw off the clothes, wrapping the piece of cloth around her. This sweet type of anxiety made the woman's hand tremble as it pushed the door open.
The nightly breeze swiped past the heated body standing in the doorway cooling it down a mere bit. Mereoleona was in the water, facing towards the door, but her eyes wandered through the shape and texture of a sake bottle which she held high towards the sky. There was no way she did not hear the door opening, nevertheless, the melancholic sight of her did not change into the usual rowdy one.
Taking a shy step forward, the other female looked around admiring the untouched nature while breathing the aroma of the vespertine flora surrounding them deep into her lungs. “How gorgeous,” a whisper passed her lips making the ginger set the bottle aside and look back. They both were looking directly into each other's eyes.
“Are you going to join me?” an extended hand offered a cup to the girl on the shore.
As if on a cue, the moment the towel dropped down to the floor, Mereoleona turned her attention to the side gulping down her own cup.
//////////////// THE RED ZONE ////////////////
They sat shoulder to shoulder in water, facing the crescent moon, enjoying each other and the sake. Or so it seemed. Previous teases from the lioness made her partner assume that they will be embracing one another immediately after their bodies came close enough. Unlike her, the ginger was leisurely sipping on sake, talking about things that entirely passed past her ears even if all the concentration was solely on her. The way her lips move, how they touch together, and then part again giving a glimpse of the tongue which should be on her. Her eyes ran through the peaceful silhouette of her lover, going down her collarbone with water droplets racing to the plump chest which seemed as soft as ever, then to the side, muscular arms resting on top of the rocks, long slender fingers tapping on them. She could almost feel them provoking a moan out of her lips as they play with her nipples indulging the idea of seeing her squirm underneath. Mereoleona must have had no clue what was going in her girlfriend's mind. As she has mentioned before, she's bad with human emotions and sometimes, even the great lioness needs to be shown the way.
First a single digit, then a whole palm touched to Mereoleona's cheek and gently cupped it capturing her attention. Just as slowly, keeping her eyes low, she moved onto her Mereoleona's lap and impatiently clung to her neck locking their gazes again.
“Is something the matter?” the ginger's voice void of any distinct emotions questioned.
“Mere...”
A puff of air, hotter than the steam from the hot spring flied out into the air. One of the woman's hands clung to Mereoleona's shoulder when the other was pulling towards her by the neck, then relaxing and letting her slide back down the lioness's legs in a motion which made her tingle with further excitement.
“Could it be that you are having certain cravings right now?”
“Mhm,” was all the girl was able to mutter.
Mereoleona cast her eyes downwards. The clear water allowed her to see the repetitive motion which has not ceased on her lap. Going up, the curves of the younger woman's torso swayed hypnotically, asking to be held. Prominent breasts kept on making contact with hers, both pairs so earnestly excited. Finally, eyes brimming in lust, hunger, passion and most importantly – love. She moved her hand to the girl's lips, traced them gently, “I don't think you want me hard enough,” her eyes creased as she smiled uncovering her white canines. “Prove that you want me, tell me what I could do to stop this growing frustration in you.”
“Your hands... Mere, you know...”
“Show me, what you want them to do, my damsel in distress,” her eyes shimmered and the woman took Mereoleona's hands and slowly made them travel up her tights towards her bottom. “Huh, that's all?”
“Squeeze it.”
Doing as she was told, she squeezed it but seizing the opportunity, also pulled her even closer. The woman's chest and neck were in her reach. “Should I kiss you on the neck?” she chuckled nuzzling her nose closer.
“Bite it.”
“Ha, usually you are annoyed saying I bite too much. But if it pleases you...”
She gripped at the curves she was admiring before as she lovingly left bite marks on her neck and areas around, coming back to leave a more serious mark on each. Every time her lips made contact with the heated skin, she'd peek at the girl gripping her shoulder and now somehow her hair as well. “What if I did this?” her fingers slid across the most sensitive area which was surely wet from more than the water and taking their time, kept a steady pace stroking it.
“Did I prove it to you?” the woman asked catching her breath.
“I am merely giving you a small free-by, you will have to work more to prove yourself.” Mereoleona took back her fingers and licked them. “I can barely taste you, everything washes off. We should go to bed. You walk first.”
Mereoleona sat back waiting, letting the girl rise from her lap quivering. Walking, she stopped to look back only to see two blue irises appraising her backside. When she made it past the door and stood in front of the bed, she could feel the other female behind her leaning forward though eagerly waiting. Mereoleona's hand caught her chin forcing it to the side just a bit more. Their lips joined for a rough kiss which was more becoming for the lioness than the gentle teases out in the pool. One of her hands slid to the front and once again began working its way around the woman's sensitive lower abdomen. Hungrily she pushed her forwards making the two of them topple onto the bed. She inserted one of her fingers inside the woman making her arch her back, pushing her ass up. There was a great deal of frustration involved making this experience more ecstatic than usual. And when she began feeling her premature orgasm coming by shouting Mereoleona's name into the duvet beneath her, the woman took her fingers out. Both of them were panting heavily.
“Didn't we come here so I could taste you properly?” she said grabbing one of the garter belts that flew on the bed earlier. Mereoleona helped her lie on her back after tying her wrists together. “A good knight always sticks to their word,” she smiled again lowering her face to her lover's dripping sweetness. Like a feline, she licked gently, tasting it at first, then again, and again, until her lips were sucking and tugging as her hands held tightly on the woman's hips constantly pulling her sensitively bolting body back.
The cabin drowned in screams of pleasure not even stopping once she orgasmed. Satisfied, Mereoleona pulled back, coming next to her girlfriend and untying her bound arms. The woman had some tears rolling down, “Was it too much?” the lioness asked with a hint of unrest.
“No, you were amazing.” She pulled Mereoleona closer. They kissed not rushing anywhere. Parting, coming back just like the wind passing nocturnal meadows; gently and in waves. “I never knew you were such a great actor,” the two of them laughed.
“It certainly was hard not eating you out then and there. Still... You certainly seem ready for this trip,” she picked a pair of thongs from the pillow. “I would like to see a little show now, would you mind?” Mereoleona extended the garter from before along with the panties. “I am still as hungry as I was moments ago."
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Learn Your Place - Moceit - Chapter 1
Devilish Agreement
Warnings: Con-noncon, kidnapping, shape shifting, BDSM toys, derogatory name calling, corporal punishment, threats, knife play, bondage (ropes, restraints, ball gags), D/s dynamics, female titles implying a male character, subspace, role play
Summary: Janus erotically enjoys a surprise tryst with three anonymous men that he is unable to say no to. Meanwhile, Patton is waiting for Janus, the love of his life, to be ready so they can start the next phase in their relationship. Their Dominant / submissive relationship that is.
Jay groaned bucking as he came across the floor as the criminal behind him kept fucking his ass within an inch of his life. The sounds of their hips smacking together was nothing to compare with the leather paddle that was connecting to the deceitful side's body with a steady measure. His shoulder blades, his chest and the outer sides of his thighs burned and stung. The pain only made his orgasm that more spine tingling.
"Came again so soon, slut? Wow, you're loving this, huh?"
"Knew you were a whore when we stole you. But fuck, never would have guessed two cocks could shoot so far as when that chain connecting your nipple clamps broke when we kept adding those weights. Your pert nipples are about as red under these clamps as your ass is."
Janus cried out in pleasure as the paddle connected with his backside yet again.
~☆~☆~☆~
Breathing deep, Patton waited for his cue. The big day was here. The moral side's mind raced with everything he needed to remember. To make this the best day ever for his love, his Janus.
As the grandfather clock kept clicking, Patton was distracting himself by nervously readjusting his snake cuff links on his baby blue button down. Then unbuttoning and buttoning the golden and yellow corset vest that framed his midsection so well. Looking in the mirror he judged the lacing perfect on the back of the corset, then taking in how the black slacks hung neatly down to his new shoes and the dirt smudge. Sighing to himself, Patton bent down to wipe his shoe off until it shined again. Patton adjusted his glasses so he could make sure it was all gone. Seeing his face was distorted and dark in the black leather.
Finally his reflection matched how he felt, for so long, on the inside.
~☆~☆~☆~
Strong hands were all over him, holding Janus down, holding him still so all three anonymous men could debase every inch of his body. A gravelly voice broke Jay out of his enraptured high at all the attention.
"Choose which body part you want redden next while my cohort fills up your willing ass once more before we go ask for your ransom." The dirty criminal chuckles as a switch blade clicks open, "And hopefully for you… Pretty Patton pays a pretty penny or we might have to dispose of your DNA filled corpse."
Janus came again with the threat, his two cocks jumping with each spasm.
~☆~☆~☆~
The wooden door bangs open violently, vibrating on its hinges from the force. Patton's eyes go wide as three disheveled and sweaty men burst into the room. His heart is pounding once the door is slammed shut and locked. Patton watches the common thugs shape shift back into their true forms.
Virgil and Roman were on each other as soon as their bodies solidified. Making out and groping at each other.
"Snek boy did so good. Fuck, I'm still hard even after coming twice." Roman said in between kisses as he grabbed himself to clearly illustrate his point.
Remus groaned at the two and started pushing them down the hallway.
"Rem?" Patton called after the twisted side.
"Our fun is woefully over. Your princess of lies is warmed up, slightly broken but roaring for more. That's why I gagged and trussed him up for you. And yes, Daddy, I made sure to put heavy emphasis on the areas you detailed in our devilish agreement." Remus licked his lips, hands twitching as much as his mustache was.
Patton could see the hunger in Remus' body. The darkness yelling at him to get back into that room, to take more than what had been offered.
"Go enjoy the rest of your day with my thanks, Duke." Patton commented as he stepped over to block the door. "By the way, I saw Logan overworking himself. Be a pal and help convince him it's bedtime?"
With a sharp nod and a new fire in his eyes Remus left to go torment his favorite playmate.
~☆~☆~☆~
Patton walked into the bedroom to the most glorious sight. Elegant dress torn and exposing thick ropes keeping every limb in place. Forcing Janus into a perfect pose: on his knees, arms tied behind his back. Approaching without saying a word, Patton took the ball gag out of Janus' mouth.
"Took you long enough! Here’s a tip for you: Heroes are supposed to show up on time! So, you know... it's not my fault that you weren't here to stop me…them... I mean stop them! Those bad men bewitched me with their huge bulging… knives. I couldn't help but to comply. It's your fault they kidnapped me and had their way with me over and over." Janus scolded while pouted trying to gain control and sympathy all in the same breath.
Patton smiled big while biting his tongue. He couldn't give the power over this soon. It would ruin their whole game.
"My poor slither-ella! Look at you. Your pretty dress is all ripped. The chain across your nipple clamps is broken. You must have been so upset when those strange men found our secret stash of toys in the locked trunk. Because being my well behaved princess you would never have told them where those toys were and what the lock combo was." Patton had crouched down to be on the same level with Janus. Softly touching Jay's jawline on his human side then grabbed the lobe of his ear, “Or would you?”
"How dare you! I am the innocent fucking victi…" Janus shook his head to get out of Patton's grip, but Patton tugged the ball gag back into his mouth.
"Ah-ah. If you don't watch your language, then you lose the right to speak." Patton tsk'ed.
All of Janus' curse words turned into muffled sounds akin to growls and moans as he protested. His fangs trying to puncture the solid silicone ball.
"Did ya ever think that maybe they wouldn't have kept using you, if you didn't sound so pretty moaning around their cocks? Or a ball gag! How could anyone resist?" Patton started caressing the leather band of the ball gag against Janus' face, while licking his own lips.
The shock on Janus's face was almost comical if Patton hadn't already known that expression was a cover up. One of Jay's tells. His skin was flushed with excitement, his pupils were blown wide with lust and both of his cocks were making his dress tent with their hardness.
Patton stood up, towering over Janus. Drawing all the attention to his change in demeanor.
"I am Govern Heart and I have so many wonderful things to correct about your devious behavior. Many unique things to lavish upon your soft body as the consequences.” Patton sweetly beamed, brushing the tip of his shoes against Janus' cloth covered cocks. "Do you want to be under my care?"
He couldn't help but lean in towards the warm leg that was so close. Janus rubbed the soft side of his face against Patton's thigh. Looking up, batting his eyelashes, still trying to get his own way.
"You need to learn your place, my snek-charming. We will address your worst qualities first. Like with those hoodlums taking them all on at once. Tsk. Tsk." Patton scolded as he leaned down, releasing the nipple clamps and slowly caressing the skin. Easing the intensity of the nerves waking up.
“Repeat after me: moderation and preparation is key." Patton said in his stern voice. Biting his lip to stop from smiling as Janus did a sing-songy call back through the ball gag. It was nice to see Jay slipping into subspace so early in their scene.
"Under my guidance, you'll be the belle of the ball. The most well behaved princess there ever was. I'll teach you grace and civility. How to entertain your public properly and safely. Make sure you're trained up right on how to take double penetration. Both oral and anal with no harm done to my beautiful novice. So shall we get started?"
Janus rubbed the snake side of his face against Patton's soft cotton pant leg, scenting him and gave the sweetest 'Mhm' sound.
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7 - childhood friends AU - MDZS, Wangxian, early 2000s
—the one where WWX and LWJ are neighbours on the same street, and before WWX moves away he gives LWJ the rabbits they bonded over.
from this list of prompts here for August.
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If he were to tell his story, he might have told it thus:
Once, there was a little boy who often played by himself. He lived on a street with two other houses: one red, one purple, his own blue.
When he was younger, Wang Ji had not thought much of people, or of animals. What mattered most were rules, and the fulfilling of them. When things turned out exactly like clockwork, and all words were accounted for.
Days were spent doing schoolwork, practicing calligraphy, and running through scales on the piano after his elder brother had had his turn, with their uncle providing guidance.
It was a peaceful, sleepy existence, and the trees whispered unceasingly at the doors and windows. But things never do stay the same, do they? The blue boy and the boy from the brick-red house met.
This was how it happened.
He had been absorbed in reading, as he had been prone to do as a child. Lan Wang Ji would faithfully parse through each schoolbook, carefully memorising every piece of information, so that it may be laid out for recitation. Teachers had loved him, for he had not been given to noise.
He can't remember what exactly he had been reading anymore, but he remembers he had reached the part about Yu The Great, of how he had redirected the river—
When a terrific shriek had rent the air.
Lan Wang Ji stilled. He remained seated where he was. Slowly, he craned his head outwards, leaning out of the inner shade of the porch.
The wails soon got louder as the source shot into the garden. Wang Ji promptly retracted his head, alarmed at the sight of — another child, howling his head off, hurling curses at whatever was behind him, and then honing in on him.
Wang Ji flinched. Fists tightening, he quickly scooped his book into his lap before the loud footsteps could stomp over it. The strange child, cowering behind him, was now whimpering and murmuring words— Wang Ji realised then he was screaming the same words (don't come here, get away!) – so rapidly, they almost sounded like a mantra.
“Coward!” Another voice echoed over the wall. It whistled, and the puppies that were about to trespass into his garden as well retreated, tails wagging as they bounded back to their owner.
The noisy one behind him moaned some more. He was starting to sound grumpy. “Who wants to play with you anyway!”
A disdainful “Hmph!” sounded before cooing to the puppies: “Love, Jasmine, Princess, let’s go!”
Gagging sounds. “Why did he have to name them like that… they don’t fit their names at all!” Exhaling, the intruder peeked out from behind him. Grey eyes, he realised with surprise. Their lashes were still wet from tears. This person had been genuinely frightened after all. Those eyes locked onto him then.
Silver and gold interlocked at that point.
Wang Ji did not look away. Surprisingly, he found himself holding his breath. Even more surprisingly, the boy in front of him broke into a huge grin.
“Thanks, friend! Those dogs sure were scary, weren’t they!” Once he began, it was as if a dam broke and the chattering flooded out.
Wang Ji, bewildered, and rather annoyed he had been kept from reading, decided this visitor needed showing out. Unbothered, the strange boy got up to follow him.
"Those dogs, ugh! Bark whenever they see anyone! Who says they're just being friendly, they sound so angry, clearly they're about to bite." He shuddered theatrically.
Wang Ji chose to walk faster.
"They chase every living thing under the earth, for no reason why! Just too cruel, nearly scared me and my rabbits to death-! Oh."
The boy actually pouted at him.
"You want me to go already?" Wang Ji was about to tell him to have a good day when the boy leaned in conspiratorially, as if to confide a secret.
"Want to see my rabbits?"
Wang Ji opened his mouth to refuse. He closed it again.
"Rabbits?" He finally spoke to the strange, smiling boy. At his question the boy actually lit up.
"Mn, rabbits! I've two, one white one black. They're really cute~" He said in a singsong manner, arms propped behind his mop of hair.
At this point in time, Wang Ji had still not seen a rabbit in real life, let alone met one. He had only read of them in the fairy-tale books in the library, and occasionally on the television. So he was understandably piqued.
Yet he still hesitated. He wasn't sure if it was okay to just step into another person's residence without prior permission. The boy seemed to pick up on his uneasiness, so he said:
"Wait a mo!"
And off he ran. He shrieked a little as the puppies from next door barked and lunged at him, but fortunately they were leashed this time. Wang Ji watched his back disappear into the house next to the Jiangs’.
He stood there momentarily, before returning to his book left on the porch. This time, he sat on the outer edge.
The sun has gone behind the clouds, he told himself. Late afternoon sunlight spilled over him and the pages, pleasantly warm. Shadows of leaves swayed together with the yellowing light on the grass.
A larger shadow loomed and blotted over the white paper. Wang Ji looked up to see the boy carting two little rabbits by their ears.
He came, laughing and forever unable to stay still, into the quiet garden, bearing two rabbits.
He was shocked speechless.
"What's wrong? Your face got even stiffer than before.” The boy laughed, and presented them to him as if they were hunting trophies. They dangled quietly, without protest. “That surprised to see me?”
He tensed. "Put them down."
The boy looked at him bemusedly. "Ah, so that's what you're worried about." He tucked them into the crook of his arms, hand gently petting them. They really were very docile, Wang Ji noted.
"Doesn't it hurt them?"
“Hmm, my dad likes to lift them up like that, I think they must have gotten used to it." The boy circled a finger around the delicate ear of the white rabbit. It flicked upwards, tickled.
"You shouldn't do that." He said, young face serious.
The boy peered at him, a smile playing about his thin lips. "Relax, I never do it for long. Just did it to surprise you, haha!" He sat down beside him; the rabbits let down into his lap. They scrambled for footing and blinked curious eyes at him, whiskers quivering. One pair red, the other black.
"Want to hold one?" He offered in a softer voice.
Lan Wang Ji stared as the black one sniffed one corner of his book, considering. "Mn." He gingerly brought a finger closer to the twitching nose. A thought suddenly occurred to him. Do rabbits eat paper? Fascinated despite himself, he let the wandering nose creep closer.
(They do.
If Lan Wang Ji ended up with a slightly nibbled page, he did not say a word.)
His finger made contact. The rabbit looked up at him, ears perking.
It gently nosed back, butting his finger.
Wang Ji soon found himself booping a rabbit repeatedly as it raised its head higher and higher, chasing his finger on the way up.
A light laugh drifted next to his ear. Wang Ji glanced at him briefly, and looked away when they made eye contact.
“He just wants you to rub his head properly.” He was informed with a fond smile. The white rabbit remained curled up contentedly in its owner’s lap, watching its companion’s antics with lazy disdain.
So it continued until Lan Wang Ji ended up learning how to hold two rabbits that day, instead of Chapter 7 of the history textbook. The boy wouldn’t go until he had held both in his arms and petted them to his heart’s content, which was …not easy to determine, to say the least.
The boy kept scrutinising his face for any change in detail. What was he looking for?
"You should go soon-”
“Hold them longer. Hug them to your heart! Stare into their eyes!”
“…” He complied. The boy's eyes were too insistent, so he followed each step as bidden. Wang Ji gazed down into the blinking eyes of the rabbits held securely to his chest, and felt ...comforted. It was strangely soothing to feel two little heartbeats next to his own.
“Alright,” he sighed, voice squeaking on the verge of laughter. “I’ll take that as a smile.”
Wang Ji immediately frowned, puzzled. He almost felt for his face. Is that what it was? Why was he so eager to coax a smile out of him?
“You like them, so I’ll bring them over again~” With that, the boy bounded out of the garden into the fading evening light, as silent as he had come. Wang Ji got up—
—and finally noticed his clothes were mussed with small hairs.
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// I wrote this in 2019 originally for LWJ’s birthday event, but I never managed to finish it. It’s been lurking since at ~10k words, haven’t written any more of it. Not sure if I will, it’s very long. If anyone’s interested in reading more, I can post the rest of what I’ve written!
So! Much of my childhood ended up bleeding in! I’ve a lot of fond memories like that, aha. Tried to set it in China at first, remembered the 1-kid-rule was in place at that time, gave up.
-have decided to style their courtesy names in canon as their only names in this modern au, hence the space apart.
#au_gust_2020#mo dao zu shi#wangxian#mdzs#mdzs fanfic#wei wuxian#wei ying#lan wangji#lan zhan#the untamed#cql#childhood friends au#my writing
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