Lohen and Wanderer teaming up to play bad cop/worse cop with their darling
BUT WAIT.
You gotta remember, they wouldn't team up at first. They only do it when they realize that they have a mutual interest and a common enemy, perhaps someone you're interested in.
And worse cop is definitely Wanderer! Like what if you think it's Lohen and that Wanderer is the lesser of two evils, but that's only because you don't know that he was a former fatui harbinger who has lived for hundreds of years. Like, I'm SCREAMING.
Fun fact, my irl name came from resident evil because my family loves the games so much.
Also also for anyone else asking because my account is full of it:
No, my account is not dead/abandoned.
Yes, I do still write and I plan on writing more soon.
I'm still working on a game/art/streaming and all the other stuff as well so I'm super busy, but atm I'm doing nothing but working because I move in two months.
Hi just wanted to say that I love reading your stories, the way you wrote the characters, characters pov and the tension is incredible, youāre amazing! Love reading your work ! 10/10! š«¶(got me simping over Ajax, the way you wrote him is just chef kiss š š)
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I was trying to watch a YouTube video and I was wondering my my notifs were going absolutely crazy.
I do appreciate the support alot though. Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed.
saw yr posts abt submissive yanderes, and hear me out, tartaglia. i mean this from the bottom of my heart he is the one that wants you to do things to him, and while thatās not exactly submission i think itās close enough?
just⦠in my mind he wants anything youāll give him, heāll give his body up to you, even if you punch and kick him, he takes it, sure heād rather you treat him the way he would (does?) you, but any touch you give makes him feel like a wild animal.
tartaglia, who just needs you. idek iām losing my train of thought š
I don't think it's exactly what you wanted, but I got carried away and wrote masochist Childešš¾šš¾. I hope that's okay!!! Personally, as a woman who loves femdom, it felt so good to write this though!! It was like I was going back to my roots.
āHurt me more,ā he cooed while looking up at you with big, eyes full of anticipation. Drool leaking from his lips, his cheek was already red and warm from your stinging slap across it, āCāmon, I know you hate me. Now's your chance to treat me like you do.ā He'd goad you with that same smug, smirk on his face.
Childe's big strong arms were tied with a rope to the headboard. The material was tight, digging into the flesh of his wrist anytime he'd struggle against them. But despite the aching pain you could imagine he was feeling, he showed a face of hunger, of desire for more.
His cock, large and twitching, was strained against his boxers, begging to be let free from its confines. When you brought another rough slap down across his cheek, you watched it twitch and leak and darken that already deep fabric with his precum, while he trembled with his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
He'd grind his hips up, wanting you to free his aching dick, but you never did. You knew he could cum without it and he did too. Your hand would slide up his chiseled stomach, his body was always slightly colder than what it was supposed to be, and you squeezed one of his pink nipples between your finger tips. As hard as you could. Squeezing and twisting until your hand shook.
Lips clenched together, he muffled his own moans. His cock twitched in his underwear a few more times, the head of it rubbing against the precum he'd already spilled on his boxers .He came like that, the many shots of his semen continuing to soak the cloth until it began to drip down his cock again.
When he stilled from his orgasm, his body still twitching, he smiled at you lovingly. All the disgust you felt towards him still there, you'd turn away without a word.
You never took yourself to be much of a sadist, the idea of it being like a whisper of the night, never being brought to the day, but that was before Childe took you. Locked away in his home, falling victim to his torture that he called love, you felt animosity towards him grow. That animosity would turn into violent fits of rage, ones that he never took seriously. There was no way you could actually hurt a harbinger, especially without a vision, but that didn't stop you from trying. And one fateful day, you actually managed to connect a punch to his jaw.
It was your first time ever punching someone and felt more like you were hitting a brick wall than a person. You shook your sore hand out, immediately regretting what you'd done for the pain it caused you instead. But Childe stood there stiff, a little bruise forming on the side of his face. His eyes had rolled back, body beginning to shutter. His mouth agape, he let out a soft, low moan. You were going to tell him to stop joking around, that he wasn't funny, until he dropped to his knees in front of you, a wet patch forming on the front of his pants. Childe had cum just from your little act of violence.
While he loved the art of fighting. The rush that ending another life gave him, the way his body felt while he was throwing punches, it was an unmatchable adrenaline rush, he never knew he was one for pain. Pain from your hands felt different. It felt pleasurable. A familiar stinging followed by tingles that shot through his body. Only you could do that to him.
āYou're incredible, my angel,ā he moaned while kissing up your thighs, wanting to do more with this new found knowledge of his.
He had you laid back on the bed, pounding into your tender cunt with little mercy. Each long stroke of his cock made your toes curl from the unwanted pleasure of him hitting your insides. Your legs on his hips, you squeezed the sheets for leverage as you begged for him to stop, or at the very least slow down. He was going to fast, too drunk and clumsy from the satisfaction your dripping pussy was giving him.
Childeās large hand engulfed your wrist, a feeling you were familiar with. Instead of holding you in place so he could fuck you deeper into the mattress with less struggle from you like you thought he would, he lifted it up and placed your palm to his neck.
āMake me,ā he growled, lust clouding his eyes. Uncertainty caused you to tremble for a moment before you realized that this was Childe, nothing you could do could actually hurt him. He was asking for it, even going as far as to lift your legs higher, to thrust into you deeper, to make you try to stop him more.
You squeezed that muscled throat, choking him with the hope that he might actually die, but knowing better. He loved it, his already obnoxious moans were even louder than before. His thrusts felt even more rough, hips slapping against yours as you actually felt yourself growing a little aroused from this and he noticed too. A smirk on his face as he struggled to inhale, but still fucking you at that same brutal pace with those same deep, strokes.
He strained to speak as he tried to tell you he was cumming, his mouth just opening and closing, drooling down his chin. Childe forced his cock balls deep inside of you, going so deep with his length it almost felt uncomfortable. He began to cum, dick twitching like mad against your walls. Soft whimpers and groans would drop from his lips as you didn't let go of him, only squeezing his throat tighter.
His cock didn't get the chance to soften, he stayed hard as he started slow, shallow thrusts into your pussy again. The mixture of the pain of overstimulation and lack of air from your choking has him convulsing, but he didn't pull out, using his own cum as lube.
āAhā¦hahā¦just say you want to milk me dry, my love, I'll keep going,ā he managed to grunt through tears, his orange hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.
m ligerally shaking w greed pls write yandere duke childe consummating marriage or i will combust
I was gonna write him "compromising" reader in a worse way than a scandal to ensure a marriage, but I was like "Damn, that's kinda dark," before I realized that I did that shit in Devout šš So I'm kinda mad at myself for not going all the way.