. . . classics !! 🍒 : an original character x reader, monster fucker & various tropes blog ◞ penned by howl & eden 𖹭 this blog purposes as a start to our soon-to-be book series : asterism . so our writing all follows a grand storyline with complex characters.
Leo and Rowan with a female reader who is a virgin and wants to lose her virginity, but the boys keep manipulating her, saying that other guys won't treat her as well as they do, and she ends up trusting her childhood friends for this, so the task is given to the boys 😏
. . . she says she trusts me with her life !
in which . . . they told you to trust them for the most important moment in your life.
cw. fem!reader, overstimulation, being called a ‘good girl’, corruption (taking your virginity), dual penetration
pairings . lèo jaccoud x fem!reader x rowan collins
demon x reader , angel x reader , roommates x reader , childhood best friends x reader
notes . this was yummy to write. but on an honest note, good luck to yalls pussies 😇😇 this took me much longer to write tho.. my bad gang. writer's block is ass
masterlist . character wiki
“i don’t understand why you’re so adamant about wanting to lose your virginity, ma chérie” lèo sighs, shaking his head as he watches you cross your arms and in a way, throwing a bit of a tantrum about this — at least in his eyes he thinks about that. he glances at rowan who is just as tired of this as he was.
“especially to some random bloke you matched on that stupid dating app,” rowan continued as you groaned and hid your face for a moment. “you shouldn’t take your virginity for granted. leave it for someone special in your life” like them.
“plus, you never know, that man could just use you for your body and you probably wouldn’t be having the time of your life with it” lèo scoffs as you finally put your hands away from your face.
“it’s not my fault that there’s no one who wants to date me. i want to experience the dating scene and i want to try it out, to see what’s so good about sex. can’t a girl dream?” you huffed out defensively as the two of them just looked at each other and then at you once more.
to be fair, they were the ones that are the reason why you aren’t dating anyone. they can’t help it! you are theirs since the moment the three of you met all those years ago. the two of them can’t let you go, and they for sure aren’t going to let some random guy who isn’t worth your time steal you away from them.
“if you’re so desperate, then let us do it,” lèo suggested, which made both yours and rowan’s eyes bulge out from the sockets. “i know for sure we can make you feel better than anyone could possibly do.” you were at a loss for words because frankly you didn’t think that he would even suggest that.
“what? what are you talking about, you guys don’t like me that way do you?” you asked as the both of them stayed silent before lèo spoke up once more “regardless if we like you or not, you were going to practically sell yourself to another guy, someone who you don’t even know, and won’t even have a connection with. at the very least, if you’re so desperate to lose your virginity, do it with people you know,”
rowan slowly started to nod his head in agreement with lèo, agreeing with the demon about this whole ordeal. though, he won’t outrightly say it. but still, the other makes a very good point.
“but won’t it be awkward if it’s with you guys?” you weren’t necessarily pushing the idea away — not because you were desperate to get your virginity taken so you settled for the only people there is, but because well, you always had a crush on both of them. you just wanted to gain some experience before you could even make a move so that at the very least, they won’t get disappointed by your lack of experience.
“i’d rather go through the pain of awkwardness than to know that you slept with a stranger on the internet” rowan finally says as lèo smiled and nodded at his words. you stood there awkwardly before sighing, finally giving into their whims.
“fine, but i’m going to smack you both if the sex isn’t good.”
but why is it that when you said that, the two of them had a certain glint in their eyes and almost a joyous look to have you agree on fucking them? well, you were about to know the reason why.
it was lèo who made the first move, gently pulling you from your standing position and down onto his lap as he made you look at him. “do you even know how to kiss, ma chérie?” he teased as you found yourself feeling flustered at the question. “hey now, it’s not my fault i have zero dating experience!” you say as the other chuckles softly.
to be fair, even both of them are virgins. they’ve been stuck to your side like glue, and refused to even fuck anyone else just because they don’t want to cheat on you. however it just felt like something in their bloodline on how they knew how to do these things. at least for lèo that is. rowan reads about it, and well, lèo teaches him about it too.
still, the demon can’t really help but smile at your words, humming “then i’ll teach you” he whispers, tilting your chin upwards so that you could actually look at him. you knew that he was always gorgeous but seeing him this close made your head spin a little bit. “open your mouth.. mhm, just like that, good girl” he whispers and you find yourself feeling flushed by the way he spoke to you.
he leaned in close to you and kissed you softly. he took it slowly guiding you through the process before he glided his tongue to your bottom lip and you opened your mouth slightly to let him enter. that’s when you feel his hand held onto your waist to pull you closer and keep you steady. the kiss was breathtaking and heady, and you couldn’t stop yourself from making noises to which he drank it in all the same way.
the kiss lasts for a minute, or maybe two? you can’t seem to tell with how light headed you felt. you gently gripped his shoulders, wanting to pull away to breathe and lèo reluctantly obliged. “you doing alright?” he asks, his breath a little hard as you nodded “uh.. yeah.. just needed a moment to breathe”
rowan, who was watching all of this happening, looked with a dazed expression before coming closer. your back now pressed against his body as he hummed. “while you take your breather, let me continue to make you feel good, alright?” he whispers into your ear as he leaned and kissed your neck ever so gently. it was a little ticklish at the start, but the way his lips moved and nibble ever so gently it made it obvious he was testing the waters and teasing all at once.
“r-rowan..” you whimpered as he hummed in response, littering your neck with kisses as his hands moved downwards, his hands cupping your breasts gently. “ah-! i.. i never realised your hands were big,” you commented shyly. his hands were large enough to cup your breasts entirely, and you hear a soft chuckle from the demon. “he really does have big hands, doesn’t he, ma chérie”
you felt a little embarrassed since you’re practically sandwiched in between both of them, but all those thoughts left when the angel nibbled a rather sensitive part which made you squirm and moan at the same time. “ah~ so that’s where your sweet spot is,” lèo cooed before the hand that was on your chin made you look up at him “let me continue where i left off,” he whispers and he goes back to kissing you.
it wasn’t long before your hand had gripped onto his shirt to stabilise yourself while you were getting attacked with kisses. you feel rowan’s hands slipping underneath your shirt and pulled down your bra slightly so that he could actually feel you in his hands. his fingers felt cold and your nipples started to form stiff peaks which made the angel muse softly “excited already, aren’t you, darling?” he purred in your ears.
the one hand that was on your waist started to get a little impatient which made lèo pull away from the kiss to take off your shirt. with just one hand, he unclasped your bra and marveled at the sight of your breasts “well aren’t you just a pretty girl, hm?” you flush at his words before you felt his lips now going over to your breasts. rowan chuckles softly and lets go of one breast to tilt your chin upwards so that he could lean down and kiss you.
the demon began by kissing gently before his tongue swirled around your nipple, latching on it to make some marks that left you squirming on his lap and moaning into rowan’s lips. he alternates between the two breasts, making sure they get equal love and one of his hands went down to your skirt, lifting it up just gently so that he could play with your inner thigh. he could feel the heat and he shuddered a bit.
“are you wet already, ma amour?” he chuckled, his fingers teased their way to your panties, circling around your wet spot as you gripped tighter on his shirt. “you’re so cute, don’t you know?” he began to rub in slow gentle circles around your clothed nub and you squirmed even more.
rowan pulled away from the kiss and hummed “you like what he’s doing to you, sweetheart?” he asks as you nodded shyly. you let out a gasp when you felt your panties moved to the side and warm fingers slowly stroking up and down your slit. “l-lèo!” you whimpered out as the other let out a hum and watched you as he licked your nipple. “tell him what you want, sweetheart. use your words like a big girl,” rowan whispers as you feel your mind spin even more.
“p-please..”
“please what?”
“please.. please put it in–!” you gasp as you feel lèo’s fingers slipping into your slit. “shh.. relax, ( name ).. you’re tight right now” you nodded, trying to calm yourself down, but it felt really good. the demon’s fingers were bigger than yours, so even with two, you already felt more stretched compared to whenever you masturbated.
“you’re squeezing onto my fingers, does it feel that good, hm?” you nodded before you felt some fingers at your lips too. you looked to see rowan smiling. “you shouldn’t forget me either” you parted your mouth and without thinking, you started to suck which made him let out a groan. “looks like your pretty lips do know other tricks,” rowan muses.
you felt another finger slip into your cunt and you moaned around rowan’s fingers. “shh, it’s okay.. you can take it. i know you can, princess” and that was when lèo decided to use his thumb to rub your clit. you squirmed, the sensation was overwhelming you and the demon hummed. the both of them continued to take it slowly with you, and it wasn’t long until lèo finally found your g-spot.
your eyes rolled back and you tightened up around him again which made him hum “so that’s where your g-spot is,” he coos softly. and without a doubt, he changed the pace. his fingers began to hit your g-spot with every thrust and you began to drool around rowan’s fingers. it wasn’t long until you reached your orgasm, and lèo lets you ride it through before he continued.
“waitwaitwait–!” your words were muffled by rowan’s fingers but it could still be heard of course “we need to stretch you out, princess..” lèo murmured. but really, he just wanted to see you be a sobbing mess before he pushes his dick into you. you listened to his words, nodding, but with every thrust, you feel your mind slowly dumbing out at the stimulation.
was it three times already? you can’t tell. all you hear is both of their belts being taken off. you come out of your haze with a shudder as you felt your pussy juices being used as lube for both of their cocks. “wha.. i thought..”
“we both, want to take your virginity, sweetheart.” rowan says. your cunt has been loosening up with every orgasm you have, and you felt both of their tips rubbing against your entrance. “so, we have to share it, like always” the angel purred and your eyes widened. “that’s.. that’s not going to fit” you tried to reason with them.
“shh.. it’s fine.. we’ll make it fit. you trust us, don’t you, princess?”
you were swayed, but you nodded and you felt them both slowly entering your poor weeping cunt. you let out a little scream at the pain in the beginning but they both stopped to make sure you were alright. and when you were, they started to move in sync. you felt too full, it was too big and your mind felt numb.
“let go, sweetheart” rowan grunts softly. “let us take care of you.. just like we always had.”
. ˚◞ ꒰ verse 781 talisen x reader x verse 164 talisen ꒱ grim reaper x reader, grim reaper x reader, aetheer x reader, snake monster x reader, corrupt god x reader, siren x reade ⊹ ۪ ࣪
𖹭. you loved your boyfriend to bits. . . but what happens when his doppelganger starts taking an interest in you?
“so affectionate.”
“as my muse deserves.”
a squeal of laughter leaves you as talisen’s strong arms loop around your middle. pulling you up onto his lap with his chest flushed against your back. peppering those soft kisses along your neck that make you shudder.
with a hand curling up to play with his dark hair, you let out a soft hum. grateful that your boyfriend had not noticed the bags hanging below your eyes. it had been an eventful few nights, to say the least.
“missed you so much tal,” you croon. turning your head to pepper a few kisses on his face before nestling back into him.
talisen in exchange presses a kiss to the back of your head. before his hands reach out to retrieve his notebook once more. resting it comfortably against your legs and continuing his latest poem.
“oh I have missed you as well, my dear. with every passing night,” cold lips press to the junction between your neck and shoulder. bringing a shiver up your spine. he smiles, and then sighs. “alas, duty calls at the most inconvenient of times.”
another hum from your lips. you knew he could not always be around; and so you cherished the time that you had with him at every chance you got.
the sound of his pen etching into the paper fills the dorm. relaxation easing through your shoulders at last.
well, until the corner of your eye catches a familiar glimmer of copper. a tension rises in through your chest. muscles tauting — barely even a few minutes of relaxation, and here you were again.
clearing your throat, you subconsciously press your legs together before your careful gaze trails to the mirror not too far away. the reflection of your boyfriend awaiting you.
only. . . it’s not him. not from verse 781, at least.
the sight of him. taller. speckled in copper. those slithered eyes — watching your every movement. trailing along your form nestled back against talisen.
you’d come to know him as copper. copper resentment - another talisen.
memories of the previous nights leave you biting down on your lip. and oh, the bastard smirks.
“missing me, darling?”
you hoped your boyfriend would hear. alas it seems that talisen-164 made it so that only you could perceive. as per usual.
the glimmer of that characteristic metal drips over the mirror frame. leaking down onto the floor as the other bleeds through. showing off his far taller form as he inches closer. all while the reaper behind you is completely oblivious.
you try not to bat an eye. but how can’t you when talisen-164 leans over you. placing his large, cold hands on your thighs. his long dark hair forming a curtain around your face.
“so comfortable with him when you have been in my arms for oh so many nights?”
the rhytaari leans closer. cold lips brushing against your ear - a raspy whisper bringing heat to your face.
“why not tell him whose lap you have been squirming in all night?”
the chuckle that leaves his lips is nothing short of amusement and perhaps hints of gentle mockery as the kiss of metal grazes your soft skin.
a tilt of your beloved’s head and the arch of his brow sends a flurry of butterflies within your tummy. despite your body splayed out over a diagram drawn in crimson. blood. his blood.
the flickers of candles dance shadows on your face. paired with his tracing thumb as he too cups your head — all so that he can smile down at your idle form. pouring his affection down onto you much like the hot wax dripping onto the floor.
“do you not trust a cultist such as myself, dear?” his red lips meet your forehead and his fingers curl around the blade. the ritual knife which he will perform the binding spell between your souls.
“I have done this far more times than you might imagine.”
at that your brow arches. lips pulled into a frown - as though your skin was not seconds away from slices, and the floor would not soak your blood.
“you have bonded with others?”
at that, another noise of amusement from your lover. a laugh this time as his thumb presses to your lower lip. “not what I meant. we both know you are the only one in my eyes.”
the warm caressing you is pulled away. with only the candles to imitate its linger. leaving you whining and rishen tutting as he rises to his knees above you. straddled over your hips.
the turning of pages has your heart stuttering. realisation that this will in fact occur. a ritual.
what else should you expect from your boyfriend of such nature? a sanguinist?
you were all into this, of course. it is why you agreed to his proposal — yet there was still a part of you. deep inside within that anxious soul of yours that flickers with a hint of worry.
the sight of him hovered over you, however, quells the doubts stirring in your tummy. those scarlet eyes focused on the each sentence - every word within his grimoire. the way in which his delicate hand held the knife.
as though he would worship you in only a few moments.
with the way his sharp gaze melted into those warm pools that you know all too well when he glances back down at you;
you knew that you were safe.
“do you trust me?”
those fingers trace along your face to your neck. stroking at your pulse. almost shuddering at the vision of your blood flowing through your veins. your divine body.
“always.”
the earnest reply slithers a smile to the corner of his lips before he withdraws his comforting touch from your skin. both hands cupping over the intricate handle of the dagger and hovering it right along the target of your heart.
his red lips spill with words you cannot recognise — and yet are beautiful all the same. for they bleed from his lips.
just as you will bleed for him.
the candles snuff out with every few words; if only to catch light once more and illuminate his stunning face as he traces the blade along his his sternum. effortlessly spilling his blood for you. dripping it onto your awaiting skin.
flares. shivers. it is all you felt when those droplets of crimson trickle along your flesh. goosebumps raising at the realisation that it is his blood. his essence, all over you.
perhaps, you are just as depraved as he is.
you had been so lost in the feel of his blood on you that you had not even begun to realise that your own spills to the ground. creating a puddled mixture of your combined essence.
the sting felt delightful. your mind tuned in to his chants in a language you could not comprehend.
you’d like to think he was spilling his love for you in that moment.
that is what it looked like.
with every slice to your skin, the reverence behind each wound he delt to you is clear. the way his gaze focuses along each and every slit; trying to memorise the art on his beautiful canvas. his dearly beloved.
it had to be. a declaration of his ever-burning love for you.
rishen’s thumb smears across the dripping red and trails it to his lips. eyes locked to yours as his tongue flicks out to taste your innermost nectar. you swore that he let out a shudder as he did.
a part of your mind told you that the little taste was not apart of the ritual. it brought a smile to your lips. a wordless tease in your eyes.
he’d swipe another smear of blood across your lip. urging you to get a taste yourself — and perhaps in a stable mindset you would have denied.
as though you are eating from his hands, you accept the gesture. an array of shudders racing up your spine as you taste the sweet blend. refreshing. addicting. all in one. you nearly whine when he retracts his digit. if only to sigh in relief when he collects more.
your body feels as though it is on fire. the carnage of red linking both of your quivering form. the circle of crimson aura around the ritual and the sheer essence of his words leaving you feeling almost ecstatic. as you are certain he is.
and with one last utterance, rishen leans down. lips pressing to yours in a fervent passion. seeking to have you in any way he could. and in some ways he shouldn’t.
those bloodstained hands of his trace all over your body. worshipping you as always. as though you were his pretty little sacrifice and his god all at the same time.
the kiss drips with an ardent yearn. a sinful desire as you both openly moan into the exchange. clearly in some sort if delirium.
a sting to your lower lip. rishen takes your soft flesh between his teeth. eager to taste the metallic honey of your blood even more so. you feel it in the way that his nails scatter crescents across your sides, hips, and waist.
“rishen,”
you gasp.
to him it is a choir.
“yes,”
he moans in response. parting for only a moment so that he might behold your eyes. “say my name. my name on that sweet tongue of yours,”
with that he is diving back in, sealing the ritual with a slew of muffled chants against your lips. groaning at your delicate fingers finding his hair.
hands roaming. caressing. lips locking and tongues tangling as his soul pours into yours.
as it will forever more.
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. ˚◞ ꒰ 🍰 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒔 ꒱ tip jar . masterist ⊹ ۪ ࣪
i.. i can take her strap, i can be a good girl for her, like, give me a chance please ma'am, one chance i can be the wife, i can take her last name, i will cook, i will clean, i will match her freak, we can even scissors anything for her! she can even choke me with her thighs while i eat her out and i'll thank her because goddamn, if that woman told me to bark or meow i will, please let me worship her
i am not above the temptation of flesh, if she want to roleplay of one of us receiving while the other is sleeping, i would, without hesitation, because goddamn, how could one could be so gorgeous while sleeping? how did i end up pulling an angel like her fr fr
⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 9819 denara
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍮 ꒱ sorcerer x fem!reader, healer x fem!reader ⊹ ۪ ࣪
you and denny switch from hopeless, fluffy romantics to the most depraved of freaks. it’s such a whiplash, one that you adore oh so much.
one moment, the both of you are cuddling on the sofa. giggling and tittering about some random occurrence during the day —
and the next you are are sprawled back against the cushions. her dark nails digging into your thighs and her elongated tongue fucking into your slit. or her deep red lips wrapped around your clit and suckling so earnestly while you tug on her hair and whine that you’ll come.
it can switch from the both of you out and about. hand in hand while you look for a place to eat. snacks? ice cream? whichever it is, as long as you’re both together and she can cling onto your arms -
but oh do you love the way that she clings to you when you push her into one of the bathrooms. a hand clamped around her lips so that her big black eyes look at you with tears of pleasure while your finger her tight and squirting pussy. her whimpers muffled and her hips desperately bucking against yours. she loves whenever you just use her.
late night cuddles turning into her riding on your thighs once you’ve falling asleep. waiting for you to wake up so that you can both grab onto the double-sided strap and grind against one another through the night until the both of you are whining and gasping into one another’s mouths. cumming all over each other in the most pitiful of ways.
denara is someone that has quite the sex drive - high stamina, high libido. so she’s down to do it whenever, for as long as you both possibly can.
she loves waking up to you between her legs. the sight of you looking up at her through her lashes as you great her good morning with your tongue fucking her slit and a squeeze to her plush thighs.
oh she would wrap them around your head so tightly. buck into your face and whimper the softest of praises. tell you how beautiful you always look in the morning.
scissoring is always so intense. especially with the way that she looks at you. as though you are her entire world. the way that her hands always try to grope and caress you. how she’s constantly trying to make you cum before her -
but she’s just so so sensitive. of course she always squirts before you. she’ll limp into the sheets and whine at the way that you tease her for it.
she’ll get you back later when she invades your dreams to have you all to herself. whether that be for the fluffiest cuddles and dream shenanigans or for fucking both of your brains out.
⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ 9819 xiyang / gn mercenary!reader ꒱ you are quite the favourite around the guild, the boss included. as such, they always tried to get your attention. during a lounge evening with the men, they pull your arm into playing a game of pool with them - and when you saw the boss' eyes on you, you knew who to partner up with
( grim reaper x reader, mercenary leader x reader )
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you were never one to entertain your fellow co-workers of the syndicate. they always found ways to encircle you like vultures.
“have a drink with us won’t you doll?”
“a game of cards?”
“oh come on, bat those eyes at us.”
it would be quite the lie if you said the attention didn’t tickle a bit of your ego. the sight of their constant gaze on you always had you smiling into whatever drink you ordered that night.
“sorry boys, tired after the mission.”
“maybe we could help ya relax?”
the wave of your hand sends them off eventually. they would not dare make a move on you without your outright consent. each and every one of them were well aware that with your beauty came a particularly deadly skill of slotting bullets between eyes.
a respected mercenary as much of any of them, and they certainly would not cross you. long had you earned your place as the boss’ right hand.
if not for the absolute terror that you are; any one who laid a hand on you would be akin to a dead man walking once the boss got his hands on them.
you were the favourite, they all knew that.
tonight seems no different. on the rare occasion in which someone actually managed to pull xīyáng’s arm enough to get the typically cold and work-orientated leader to lay back a bit. allow his men a night of relaxation.
of course you took advantage of this. letting yourself ease as the hours passed on and the few drinks glided down your throat. drunkness is out of reach, that much you knew. so you simply enjoyed conversation with your coworkers and indulged the attention you, of course, received.
every now and then, the raising of hair on the back of your neck would prompt you to take a glance at the side. notice the pair of deep red eyes that watch you for a moment or two, before turning back to his drink and device.
not that you mind, you always adored the boss’ attention specifically.
like a sweet little treat after the seas of same-old from the men around you.
“come on darling, just one game?”
the man before you questions. his green gaze trailing over your figure leaned against the chair. tall, a bit on the lanky side - but that bright grin on his face certainly a winner.
“one game of pool. you any good?” another calls from your right. blonde, shorter, yet certainly bustling with all sorts of fire.
such a unique cast to be found in the garnet frost syndicate. it is what you loved the most about working here.
“ah,” a click of your tongue entices the mini crowd. “not sure boys. I am enjoying my drink after all.”
“we’ll get ya another if you beat us doll. promise.”
“oh yeah?”
the muse has all their hearts fluttering. you are well aware - and yet you have the nerve to ease a smile to your lips. make it worse for them. oh what a sadistic person you are.
“well,”
to their pleasant surprise, you rise to your feet. adjusting your outfit and setting the glass down with a small clink. your gaze circling the decent-sized room. polished wooden floors and intricate, oriental designs littered all over the walls and furniture.
the boss sure had taste, that much you’d praise him for.
eventually you set sights on the large patch of green and sequences of multi-coloured billiard balls. behind the table stood two other mercs whose eyes seemed larger than the spheres in front of them. seems the idea of you actually indulging them in a game left each and every one of them speechless.
“but, can I choose my partner?”
the question has them instantly nodding their heads while you make your way to the table after promptly snatching a cue. anything to keep your interest.
like a chained reaction, each of them stole glances amongst themselves. the next question being: who exactly are you partnering with?
you could practically see the slew of confidence from one to the other. coupled with looks of uncertainty.
perhaps hope?
how cute, you muse to yourself.
and yet none of them can say they are surprised when you spin on heel. lean back into the table and chirp in that oh so sweet voice of yours. like a smooth honey dripping with all sorts of delightful promise.
“boss, help me out here won’t you?”
all eyes turn to the holder of your focus. a series of envy, and perhaps even nervousness as sights set to the white haired mercenary leader not too far off. enjoying his cigarette and drink.
at your call his undivided attention is on you. it always is.
what a special thing you are.
a billow of smoke leaves his pale lips before an amused huff is heard from him. the stubbing of a cigarette into the steel ash tray gives you your answer, and you cannot help but grin.
“anything for you, sweetheart.”
the thrum of his voice strikes a chord in you. of course you could not help but nip at your lower lip. nor hide the smile that found your face as you watch him through your lashes.
his towering figure is ever as graceful. xīyáng discards his glass of scotch on the round table beside him and stands. threading his fingers through his long hair and swiping it effortlessly over his shoulder as he makes his way over to you.
“no way - sir’s playing too?”
the room erupts with all sorts of gossip. to get the leader to play along with his lovely right hand - even a blue moon paled in comparison.
the grim reaper finds his place not too far behind you. a cold hand finding the small of your back as it always does.
as stated earlier. his attention is always yours. danced around in the palm of your hand.
the men look between the both of you. sweatdrops clear as day on their foreheads. they already had their hands full — but with xīyáng as your partner? they were done for, surely.
“you’re scaring them.”
your muse brings an arch to his white brow and a scoff into the dark half-mask he pulled back over his lower face.
“I’ll be gentle.”
“oo, you? gentle?”
you tease a glance up at him from the side. nearly squeezing your legs together at the deep chuckle that vibrates against your back.
he gives you no comment. only a smirk you can practically see through the black mask as he grabs onto a cue and takes stand beside you instead. needless to say, the sheer loom of your combined presence had the opposition’s skin crawling. their stomach’s twisting - especially when you stepped on up with that deadly smile and sweet eyes of yours.
with the grace of an angel and the precision of a sniper. you knock the cue ball and send it colliding into the others. sinking at least two shots and earning grimaces from all around.
apart from xīyáng. his low whistle of approval meeting your ears and fluttering your heart as he leans against the empty table.
“thaaattt’s it. look at you go.”
the lazy drawl has you smiling and spinning around to face him.
“your turn, old man.”
“watch it.”
the short sharpness in his voice brings you no dread. only a giggle from your lips as you resume his position while he takes yours. circling around the table before finding his target and angling his cue.
long strands of his hair sway so elegantly. the tiny amethysts along his fingernails gracing the tip of the cue as he takes his shot.
you couldn’t care less about table or the sequence of clinks from the billiard balls. instead you focus on your leader. the look on his face. the way he so gracefully leans down. the flex of his arm and the bite of his crimson eyes.
now why’d he have to be so damn attractive.
another ball sunk. another slew of disgruntled mercenaries who, despite being impressed, are less than thrilled to already be on the losing end of the stick during the first few minutes of the game.
xīyáng rises once more. casting you a quick wink. “come make me proud yeah?” as if the tension between you was not already palpable. as though the blade that always hung loosely around your waist couldn’t slice through with how thick it was.
you step up with your own pride, giving the cue a little twirl. ignoring the small comments from your opposition.
“come on, at least give us a turn.”
“we’re gonna get cleared in minutes.”
you steady yourself once you find a suitable shot. coincidentally right beside your partner who peers down at you with more than curiosity.
the bastard has the nerve to lean against the table. folds his arms and cock his head to the side in that way that always sent shivers down your spine.
he watches your form. the steady of your breathing. and as if he couldn’t make it any worse -
“need some help, tiàn xīn?”
if not his voice, then that nickname certainly did it for you. the force in your shot lessens more than you had intended and of course, you miss your chance as the cue ball rolls forward and hits a few others; yet does not even get your target close to the pocket.
your ears are deaf to the mini series of small snickers and noises of relief from the others. you could already see that grin behind your boss’ mask and it made you wish to tear that stupid fabric away and kiss it off.
“oops.” the dry tone has you sighing and taking a step back to stand beside him. of course he continues. “not to worry dollface. I’ve got your back.”
you huff at the little nudge. what a shit-starter. for someone as cold, calculated and aloof as he is; he certainly had quite the love for stirring trouble.
you suppose that was another aspect you loved about him.
“jerk.” your huff of insult only receives a short snort before both of you eye the game once more.
it wouldn’t take too long for you to catch up. this play would be far from long. the second either of you held that cue and stepped on up to the table, balls were sunk and points were scored within a matter of minutes.
it seemed the others were fighting for their lives. not only from the repeated set-backs and clear loss in sight, but also drowning in envy. the spark between you and xīyáng was clear as day. everyone knew it.
you were his, he was yours.
in each of your own, complicated ways.
a potential last shot approached quicker than any of you expected. luckily enough in your favour, no less.
you eye the position of the final billiard ball. biting into the nail of your thumb as you lean against the cue for a moment or two.
“hmm.”
it doesn’t take you too long to straighten before you spin around to face your tall partner. a coy smile nestling onto your lips as you give him an innocent look. “keep me steady hmm?”
his brows raise, but he catches the memo instantly - and as you leaned over the edge of the table and angle your arms in a strained position; you feel the flush of coldness to your backside. a similar feel on either of your hips as xīyáng does exactly as requested.
keep you steady.
you could already see the jaws dropping of the others around you. yet none of them dared to comment. not even when xīyáng leaned over the length of your body, pressed his pelvis even further against the plush of your ass and spoke in that low voice right above you.
“this good enough for you, sweetheart?”
it took everything within you not to shake a breath and instead bate it.
focus, you had to. even in this intimate dance the both of you found yourselves in.
not that either of you doubted. even with the evident heat radiating off of you and melting into one another.
you steady your breath in the way only a sniper could. tense your muscles.
aim,
fire.
and even if no one was surprised, they still held their breath and watched in a comical slow motion as the last shot is indeed called and the final ball sinks into the pocket.
a series of exaggerated complaints from the losers is drowned out to you by the low hum right beside your ear as xīyáng hoists you back up. keeping your back grazed against his front as his fingers rub small circles into your hip.
“good job,”
a chill finds your ear as he lowers his face to it. the fabric of his mask tickling your skin. a squeeze of large hands to your waist.
“now can we ditch already? need you on my desk.”
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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ ROUND 5, voting to determine the posting order of our newest character batch. currently, we have first place,
1. shimada takara , the killer kitsune
2. alessio agresta arias , the outlaw serial killer
3. rishen herrera , the mastermind investigator grim reaper
4. zhào jìngyí , the charismatic artificer reaper ꒱
the selection ( additional information below!! )
1. the harpy villain sculptor
2. the divine-scorned cultivator
3. the femme fatale nature elemental mercenary leader
Voting ended onAug 24, 2024
NADIA ARMETTA STENSKJOLD, female ; either dwelling in her famous sculpting store or wreaking havoc within elritea, the harpy villain. harbouring a blood lust not many understand, specifically for the renowned zhào family and it's lady. her fury deeper than the holes she drills into the rock of her newest work. ( verse 9948e )
SHALIKA VAISHYA, female ; a cultivator turned "gods' lapdog" as they call her. constantly running around and solving their bidding while uncovering the mess of magic within the city of elritea. following a lead of disaster, a reporter trying to juggle her life as a cultivator scorned by the divine — and a dark voice whispering vengeance in her mind. ( verse 9948e )
LISSE, female ; a charming nature elemental and the leader of the thorn mercenary syndicate. a woman of sweet smiles and sultry, batting lashes who prefers luring her victims in, playing around, before going for the kill. beauty is a weapon and her act of sweetness paired with seductive allure certainly does the trick. a sadistic woman who loves her flowers and tea. ( verse 9948e )
⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ ROUND 3, voting to determine the posting order of our newest character batch. currently, we have first place,
1. shimada takara , the killer kitsune
2. alessio agresta arias , the outlaw serial killer ꒱
the selection ( additional information below! )
1. the mastermind investigator grim reaper
2. the charming artificer grim reaper
3. the harpy villain sculptor
4. the divine-scorned cultivator
5. the femme fatale nature elemental mercenary leader
Voting ended onAug 22, 2024
RISHEN HERRERA, genderfluid ; a world renowned investigator and mastermind. a grim reaper who tries to ignore his ancestry. he would much rather spend his time solving crimes than reaping souls. alas reaper code tells him otherwise. an extremely intelligent and sometimes cocky person who gets a rush from solving cases ( verse 9819 )
ZHÁO JÌNGYÍ, male ; one of elritea's most influential artificers and clock tower workers. a grim reaper of the renowned zhào family and an investigator. a man of many crafts and skills, with a mission to solve the most recent murders around the city. a sharp minded and wise man with a poetic tongue to riddle his suspects mad. ( verse 9819 )
NADIA ARMETTA STENSKJOLD, female ; either dwelling in her famous sculpting store or wreaking havoc within elritea, the harpy villain. harbouring a blood lust not many understand, specifically for the renowned zhào family and it's lady. her fury deeper than the holes she drills into the rock of her newest work. ( verse 9948e )
SHALIKA VAISHYA, female ; a cultivator turned "gods' lapdog" as they call her. constantly running around and solving their bidding while uncovering the mess of magic within the city of elritea. following a lead of disaster, a reporter trying to juggle her life as a cultivator scorned by the divine — and a dark voice whispering vengeance in her mind. ( verse 9948e )
LISSE, female ; a charming nature elemental and the leader of the thorn mercenary syndicate. a woman of sweet smiles and sultry, batting lashes who prefers luring her victims in, playing around, before going for the kill. beauty is a weapon and her act of sweetness paired with seductive allure certainly does the trick. a sadistic woman who loves her flowers and tea. ( verse 9948e )
⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ ROUND 2, voting to determine the posting order of our newest character batch. currently, we have first place,
1. shimada takara , the killer kitsune ꒱
the selection ( additional information below ! )
1. the mastermind investigator grim reaper
2. the charming artificer reaper
3. the outlaw serial killer
4. the harpy villain sculptor
5. the divine-scorned cultivator
6. the femme fatale nature elemental mercenary leader
Voting ended onAug 21, 2024
RISHEN HERRERA, genderfluid ; a world renowned investigator and mastermind. a grim reaper who tries to ignore his ancestry. he would much rather spend his time solving crimes than reaping souls. alas reaper code tells him otherwise. an extremely intelligent and sometimes cocky person who gets a rush from solving cases ( verse 9819 )
ZHÁO JÌNGYÍ, male ; one of elritea's most influential artificers and clock tower workers. a grim reaper of the renowned zhào family and an investigator. a man of many crafts and skills, with a mission to solve the most recent murders around the city. a sharp minded and wise man with a poetic tongue to riddle his suspects mad. ( verse 9819 )
ALESSIO AGRESTA ARIAS, male ; an enigma and the leader of a crime specialist syndicate. a sort of robin hood figure. outlaw and "highly dangerous to the public", a serial killer of several public figures. with his cunning smile and quick wit, he's constantly evading capture and playing games with the government council ( verse 9819 )
NADIA ARMETTA STENSKJOLD, female ; either dwelling in her famous sculpting store or wreaking havoc within elritea, the harpy villain. harbouring a blood lust not many understand, specifically for the renowned zhào family and it's lady. her fury deeper than the holes she drills into the rock of her newest work. ( verse 9948e )
SHALIKA VAISHYA, female ; a cultivator turned "gods' lapdog" as they call her. constantly running around and solving their bidding while uncovering the mess of magic within the city of elritea. following a lead of disaster, a reporter trying to juggle her life as a cultivator scorned by the divine — and a dark voice whispering vengeance in her mind. ( verse 9948e )
LISSE, female ; a charming nature elemental and the leader of the thorn mercenary syndicate. a woman of sweet smiles and sultry, batting lashes who prefers luring her victims in, playing around, before going for the kill. beauty is a weapon and her act of sweetness paired with seductive allure certainly does the trick. a sadistic woman who loves her flowers and tea. ( verse 9948e )
⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ so our new batch will be out soon and we've decided to let you all vote on who you'd like to see first ꒱
the selection ( additional info below the poll!! )
1. the killer kitsune
2. the mastermind investigator reaper
3. the charming artificer reaper
4. the outlaw serial killer
5. the harpy villain sculptor
6. the divine-scorned cultivator
7. the femme fatale nature elemental mercenary leader
Voting ended onAug 22, 2024
SHIMADA TAKARA, genderfluid ; a kitsune masking their nogitsune nature. chaotic and wild with a bite for thrill and danger. constantly seeking a way to keep themselves from boredom. he finds himself in rasui's mercenary syndicate to manage his violent tendencies ( verse 9948e )
RISHEN HERRERA, genderfluid ; a world renowned investigator and mastermind. a grim reaper who tries to ignore his ancestry. he would much rather spend his time solving crimes than reaping souls. alas reaper code tells him otherwise. an extremely intelligent and sometimes cocky person who gets a rush from solving cases ( verse 9819 )
ZHÁO JÌNGYÍ, male ; one of elritea's most influential artificers and clock tower workers. a grim reaper of the renowned zhào family and an investigator. a man of many crafts and skills, with a mission to solve the most recent murders around the city. a sharp minded and wise man with a poetic tongue to riddle his suspects mad. ( verse 9819 )
ALESSIO AGRESTA ARIAS, male ; an enigma and the leader of a crime specialist syndicate. a sort of robin hood figure. outlaw and "highly dangerous to the public", a serial killer of several public figures. with his cunning smile and quick wit, he's constantly evading capture and playing games with the government council ( verse 9819 )
NADIA ARMETTA STENSKJOLD, female ; either dwelling in her famous sculpting store or wreaking havoc within elritea, the harpy villain. harbouring a blood lust not many understand, specifically for the renowned zhào family and it's lady. her fury deeper than the holes she drills into the rock of her newest work. ( verse 9948e )
SHALIKA VAISHYA, female ; a cultivator turned "gods' lapdog" as they call her. constantly running around and solving their bidding while uncovering the mess of magic within the city of elritea. following a lead of disaster, a reporter trying to juggle her life as a cultivator scorned by the divine — and a dark voice whispering vengeance in her mind. ( verse 9948e )
LISSE, female ; a charming nature elemental and the leader of the thorn mercenary syndicate. a woman of sweet smiles and sultry, batting lashes who prefers luring her victims in, playing around, before going for the kill. beauty is a weapon and her act of sweetness paired with seductive allure certainly does the trick. a sadistic woman who loves her flowers and tea. ( verse 9948e )
𖹭. in which your ghost boyfriend can't keep his hands off of you, even when he's in the afterlife
poor you, your boyfriend passed away some months ago. it'll be a year soon.
poor you indeed. you've been waking up from all sorts of wet dreams of him — you felt shame. is this how you grieve? you tell yourself it's because you miss his touch. miss the way he'd make you cling, claw, whine out his name as his cock split you open each and every time.
it's strange. the dreams always feel so real.
there have been times you've sworn that you've broken sleep to that feeling again. his thick cock parting your walls. his strong arms around you. his tall, large figure holding you down into the sheets and fucking you senseless.
you've woken up so many times feeling as though you're being crushed into the bed. half-awake and spluttering out sleepy, pathetic noises into your pillow.
whispering his name like a prayer. because only he could ever make you feel like this.
“j-jìngyí, jìngyí — jìnnggyyyííííí,”
and you swear. on your life. you can still hear his heavy pants in your ear. calling you good. telling you how good you feel.
you're too disorientated though. it must be the drowsiness. all you can really process is the tingling in your tummy and the warm pleasure engulfing your insides.
you wake up with slick leaking out of you. your own slick, you tell yourself.
and poor you, you'll sit there fingering yourself to the thought of him. completely unaware of the pair of ghostly eyes watching your every movement from the side.
