i know no one really interacts with my regular posts but i've been thinking of archiving my account, or deleting it.. honestly this was mainly a writing acc and i was planning on posting audios occasionally but i think thats what mostly ppl know me as, is just strictly audios. not against anyone and tbf it was my fault for delaying and delaying my planned writings.
i will say this isnt 100% either but its leaning closer too it. i want to start again and mainly get a reader only audience. I think if I make a new account I wouldnt want to do audio requests anymore. also I would mainly be posting genshin and possibly kpop (txt) writings! If i do make another account I may keep up some writings on the newer masterlist but otherwise it'll be full of my new writings. as I think my current ones are okay, theres no good world building, feels empty and really isnt anything memorable that i think people will miss.
again this is not 100% but im leaning towards it...
sometime soon this account will be either archived or deleted... and dont worry to my moots! i'll follow you again if i make a new account.
I’m actually happy for you, deciding to make another account to focus on writing! I think your writing is lovely and I’m excited to see your genshin writing mostly 🥹 most of ur work here is ab kpop so I’d love to see it!!
thank you so much anon this means a lot, i’m glad a few think my writing is okay ! and i’m happy that you’re also excited for my genshin writings :>
day 30: choking with il dottore from genshin impact
warnings: choking, slapping, usage of aphrodisiac, dottore is a masochist, cockstepping, foot humping, degrading, cumming untouched, reader is a harbinger
notes: can you guys just tell that i fucking despise this rat????
as harbingers of the tsaritsa and a group of very unlovable, twisted, evil and just genuinely not-so-good people, disturbance at workplace was common. of course, said disturbance ranges from a simple hiss of “i fucking hate you. i hope your next mission goes so unwell that the only casualty will be your tattered corpse” to whatever this is. this could have easily been called as something that most people would call as ‘hate sex’ if only the both of you were not fully clothed.
so technically, this would be counted as ‘hate masturbating’? ah, fuck the labels or those things. right now, the only focus on your mind was to put this annoying bastard in his place.
he really thought he was the shit, didn’t he? the absolute galls of this motherfucker to even dare to put you down and insult you in front of your own subordinates. not just that, he went ahead and put aphrodisiacs into your coffee and his own like the absolute lunatic he was.
how badly you wanted to crush his windpipes in. that would oh so easy with your current position of your hand wrapped nicely around his neck like those beautiful chokers you see on some certain accessory shops. or even one that resembles a collar that is bound tightly around the neck of a rabies infested animal. but with a deranged doctor like dottore, the latter description seem to fit well with how he was moaning and wheezing, clothed cock humping your boots as he panted like a dog.
“you really are a detestable creature, you know that?” you hiss in sheer and utter anger, your other hand joining the other to wrap around his throat more forcefully. both hands on his neck, ready to crush his windpipes in if you wanted.
you had the power. a harbinger who’s currently in the position of tenth may be considered weak amongst fellow harbingers but even then, the tenth fatui harbinger is more than capable to shake an entire nation and to be seen as a threat to an archon.
and that tenth harbinger is you.
so even if dottore may be the second, one of the few who has the capacity to rival a god, right now he was nothing more than a pathetic dog who was humping your shoe. panting and whining loudly with his tongue stuck out, the mad doctor only focuses on the feeling of your hands choking him and the hardened leather of your shoes.
“y-yes.. yes yessshh yesyesyesyesyes oh archons, yes. i am. i’m a detestable creature. your detestable creature” dottore chokes on his spit, a wheezing shrill moan escaping his open mouth as his drool drips down his chin. he seems to like being degraded like this, the movements of his humping becoming more and more frantic on your shoe.
red eyes rolling to the back of his skull, sharp gasps and squeals following until he swore he could see black dots in his vision. he didn’t wanted to have the black spots dancing in his vision! because if so, how was he going to see you? he wanted to see you. that look of just pure anger on your face as you choke the daylights out of him and let him hump you like a dog in heat. no, he needed to see you.
“aaANGH—! kyuuck hhang♡︎♡︎ gck! ♡︎♡︎” a loud intake of breath is heard as your hands let go of the position around his neck, allowing him to breathe for a moment. not too long after, without even allowing him to catch a full breath, his head lolls to the side with a stinging feeling on the side of his cheek. did you just…?
“eyes on me. who said you could go around tearing your gaze away from me, rat” he could briefly hear your voice hiss through the ringing in his ears. muffled, faint, hard to tell if the voice was truly falling from your lips or if it was one of his manic episode voices talking.
either way, it was still your voice that was blessing his ears. it was your shoe that was now stepping on his clothed, weeping cock and he was thankful. maniac and downright insane but dottore knows a holy being when he sees and hears one. he may have not worshipped any of the archons, but for you? the mad doctor would gladly kiss the soles of your shoes over and over. hell, he would even thank you just for being in the same room as you.
call him unstable as much as you would like and he knows that. he even revels in the title and he would gladly wear that title for his entire life if he could be with you. dottore always had this odd obsession with you. since your titling of becoming the tenth fatui harbinger, he had developed this odd sense of fascination.
fascination to dottore, but unhealthy obsession to others.
not like the doctor cares. he had long since gave up trying to reason with other beings and had lost almost all contact with social interaction if not for the harbingers gathering or his experiments with his lab rats. until you joined his ranks.
“i said eyes on me, doctor” you grunt, slapping him across his face again. on the other cheek this time. that seemed to have done the work to catch his attention successfully as his hazy blood eyes focus on you. his cheeks were the same shade of red as his eyes, however it was hard to tell whether it was from your forceful hits or his blushing.
“ougck—! yess.. ye-es yes yesyesyesyes, eyes on you♡︎eyes solely on you♡︎” the blue haired man nods frantically, slight twitch and wince in his eyes showing that the added pressure to his cock was just a tad bit painful for him. even a masochist has their limits. but did he care? no. no he absolutely did not care. if anything, the crazy doctor wanted it to hurt since it was you who was delivering these delicious cocktail of pleasure and pain. he wanted it to hurt. he wanted it to feel good.
with another slap to his cheek for his continued disobedience — for constantly trying to look down at where your shoe was stepping on his stained pants — the doctor lets out a choked noise akin to a mewl before his entire body spasms. thighs shaking and twitching before a strangled noise is let out as the stain in his pants become darker and darker. the stain moving and spreading, some of it even seeping through the fabrics of his clothes as it drips onto the floor below.
“did you… just cum untouched?” you ask, doing a double take as you lift up your shoe to stare at the white translucent juice drip down onto the floor, leaving a tiny puddle. dottore only giggles, almost as if he was in a drunken haze, as he slowly lifts up his face to stare at you. he looked positively fucked up.
“do that again, pleaasshee♡︎?” dottore drawls out.
mae i love you so much you do not understand 😭 im doing quite well!! life’s been okay, family has been going through a lot but im just trying to take it one day at a time 🙂↕️ it’s also a little depressing because I have a crush but im way to embarrassed to walk up to him so im just hopelessly romanticizing crazy to say since i write smut
this was not proof read, this is dottore brainrot and subtorre slop. take it at face value 😞
nsfw - subtorre supremacy, handjob, i’m insane
okay but dorm roommate zandik always being head deep into studies, never going out of the dorm except for classes and etc. that has been feeling unusually stressed lately, tense shoulders, fatigue, the lack of sleep he’d been getting. and of course you being the good roommate you are asked him about it and encouraged him to get out and have some fun maybe even party? but to your surprise (which you weren’t even that surprised with much) that he indeed had zero social group to hang out with-?! yes. not even a single friend. in fact, he actually spoke to no one in his class, or anyone when he left the dorm. the only person he regularly spoke to consistently with was you. and zandik would be lying if your voice wasn’t annoying him the more you kept talking. couldn’t you see if was trying to study? “who cares about the fatigue? this is the only affective way to build up his endurance, and that is by pushing my body past its limits.” but oh when he said that you got a clearly different idea of the type of endurance he needed to build up
so somehow you’ve got him on your bed on the pretext of just giving him a massage to loosen his shoulders!! zandik still wonders how you even managed to convince him but oh how you had a way with your words… and he would be lying if he wasn’t enjoying your nimble fingers pushing into those deeply worked in knots. and you certainly could tell it too with the way his back was just arching ever so slightly to your pressured touch, or the way his hands would slightly grip the bedding to stop himself from letting out any humiliating sounds—gods if you heard all the sounds he was holding in he would loose all his dignity for himself—biting his tongue so hard the faint taste of metal coating his mouth.
rubbing your hands down his back “w-what are you doing? I thought this was merely only a shoulder massage-?” he croaked, his tips of ears burning red “well yeah but you can’t work out the knots in your shoulders and not the ones in your back…” you spoke as you continued your ministrations
zandik would have to be lying if he hadn’t had the most painful boner for the last ten minute, I mean sure he’s never had an experience prior to this or ever in his life, not even basic human touch was familiar to him. and to say the least he was incredibly touch starved. and to say he wasn’t overstimulated slightly would be an understatement as well, and after being caught up in his thoughts for wayyy to long he stopped paying attention to the sounds that were spilling from his mouth- “zandik?”
snapped him right out of his thoughts “h-hmm?” wondering how you should phrase “are you really getting hard to me massaging you?” you decide to jus spit it out as so which left him more than flustered, indeed very embarrassed“w-what? n-no i can’t stop a normal body function-? i-im not p-purposely-“ “relax” you said calmly while popping you knuckles “i don’t mind helping you out anyway” did not help the raging boner in any shape or form
so here’s how he ended up lying on his back, face impossibly flushed with your legs around his hips. the position alone had him so overwhelmed at the mere implication but it wasn’t till you started palming his thighs that had him jump. you paused but after seeing no resistance you continued “i- …. i’m not so used to this close of touch- i-in fact I- hah think g-going about this form of i-intimacy mmgh! is h-highly inappropriate for t-ngh two roommates-“ he rambled on and on between choked moans as you spread the noticeable amount of precum that had formed around him. there was a flicker of irritation in his expression, not at you… but at the way his body refused to stay neutral admittedly though the feeling was pleasurable. “ah!” he gasped when you wrapped your hands around him, although laying down he was now propping himself up with this forearms “i-it’s sensitive” he mumbled. and the sight before you was truly nothing like him. never had you seen him so disheveled and messy, his hair going in every direction, his lips so red and his red eyes so weak it definitely spurred you on more as you stroked him up and down—his head lolling back at the unbearable feeling—it was truly embarrassing for him at how wet he was already. the very loud “slick-slick-slick-slick” sounds mixed with his jagged breathing alone somehow egged him on more, voice coming out high and raspy, hips moving up—“I-i’m n-ngh i’m gonna-“ before he could even finish poor baby came prematurely with a high and whiny moan :( he swears he’s never felt something so intense in his life, explaining how his vision went white and how he needed to try this again to conclude his theory about this….
only tagging coz u said to tag if i ever wrote something one day 👉👈 @chrollogy
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