UGHHH TWINS NERDJO AND FRATJO ARE MY LATEST OBSESSION...
nerdjo who is an absolute freak in the sheets, fucking you until you're sobbing with pleasure whenever he gets the chance. he likes keeping you in his room, and he finds himself watching you more than he's actually doing anything else, imagining all the filthy things he could do to you. he eats you out like a pro, glasses fogging and practically falling off his face because he just can't get enough of you.
he'll shove his books and papers off his desk without a care in the world just so he can have you spread out and shaking for him, thumb circling over your clit as his tongue drags through your folds again and again, having you cumming in mere minutes.
shoving his glasses up with one hand, he's already undoing his pants, sliding his aching cock through your drooling folds and letting out a hiss in pleasure as he holds back from fucking you until his desk breaks. he's rough in a gentle way, but loves to drag out your orgasm as well as his own, building it up with quick thrusts before pausing, eliciting whines of protests from you. but oh does he love it. it makes it feel so much better when he's finally able to fill you with his load, breathing out curses and groans as you cum with him, making a mess all over his cock.
fratjo on the other hand, just as freaky as his brother but definitely likes to change things up a bit. he loves when you suck him off, tears brimming at the sides of your eyes while you look up at him, trying to take him as deep as you can because he just tastes so good. he'll hold your hair up for you, the other hand gently holding your head up so he's able to feel his cock in your throat.
he doesn't prefer to cum down your throat though, he'll love making a mess all over your face and lips, the sight of you licking it from your lips making him hard again almost instantly.
he'll clean you up first (obviously), and can barely make it to the bed, his lips already on yours, grip firm on your waists as he holds you flush against his body. he lifts you with ease, pulling you down onto the bed with him. his lips will trail to your jaw, up to your ear where he'll nibble on your earlobe, breathlessly begging for you to ride him because oh he loves watching you use him like that, getting off with his cock.
of course you say yes, how could you not with him whining about how badly he needs you? his eyes are locked on you and his touch firm, watching how your tits bounce in rhythm with your movements and how your cunt so eagerly sucks him in. fuck, he has to hold himself back from cumming right away because you look like a goddess and he's positively entranced by you. his head'll fall back against the sheets when he cums, needy whines and moans falling from his lips as he fills you while at the same time feeling you gush all over him.
and both at the same time? you're in for a treat. fratjo at the front and nerdjo at the back. they do switch when they so please. your senses are filled with just them, how nerdjo fucks into you and hits every one of your sweet spots, while fratjo makes your eyes roll back as his cock hits the back of your throat.
“you like it when he fucks your throat like that, huh? i can feel you tightening around me so much, god, you're making a mess down here.”
“hey now, don't forget about me just ‘cause he feels so good inside you, yeah? your mouth feels heavenly… oh, just like that…”
and after they fill you up, leaving you spent from cumming so much because of them, you hear them talking in hushed voices.
“you think she can take both of us at the same time?”
“oh your pretty bunny
may i come near?
can i hold you and touch your ear?
oh you pretty bunny i love you so
stay with me, oh please don't go”
— the golden orchestra
★ album genre ; nsfw! (mdni) — hybrid!au, bunny!afab!reader, smut, yandere, reverse harem (individual warnings can be found on corresponding fics)
★ composer's note ; since its gotten so big, ive decided to make a masterlist for my hybrid!au!! please comment on this if youd like to be part of the taglist!
★ listen on ao3, back to playlist, or to general tag!
dividers by cafekitsune!
Looks like the new bunny is the talk of the town! Who knows what you’ll get up to.
★ tracklist!
i. "dumb bunny, sly dog" feat. samoyed!phainon (nsfw, yandere, breeding/knotting)
The samoyed next door is strangely obsessed with you… You can only wonder what will happen when he finally gets his hands on you.
special eps ; bunny's been spending too much time with dei, spring forward
ii. "my kitty, my love" feat. maine coon!mydei (nsfw, tba)
currently being mixed!
special eps ; spring forward
iii. "cats vs dogs" feat. samoyed!phainon & maine coon!mydei (nsfw, yandere, threesome, tba)
currently being mixed!
iv. "never trust a fox" feat. fox!anaxa (nsfw, yandere, tba)
currently being mixed!
special eps ; [in the recording booth!]
v. "here kitty, kitty" feat. show cat!aventurine (nsfw, tba)
currently being mixed!
special eps ; [in the recording booth!]
vi. "riffraff, street mutt" feat. stray mutt!boothill (nsfw, tba)
currently being mixed!
special eps ; [in the recording booth!]
vii. "the bird on a wire" feat. dove!sunday (nsfw, yandere, tba)
currently being mixed!
special eps ; [in the recording booth!]
★ down the rabbit hole!
yards of aeons
anaxa & nous
anaxa &... herta?
heat, ruts, & yan!nax
fox!nax thoughts i
fox!nax thoughts ii
fox!nax thoughts iii
pulling on phai & dei's tails
𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓘𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓵𝓪 ❤️
biting on phai & dei's tails
pouncing on phai & dei
dei's reaction to bunny mating with phai
cuddling nax & his tail
phai's reaction to dei's reaction & mating
idrila is deixbunnys biggest fan
★ running in the fields!
(just ideas—might not even become fics so pls dont get your hopes up TT)
★ genre ; nsfw! (mdni) — hybrid!au, title is a play on the zootopia quote wtv, samoyed!phainon, horny!phainon, pervert!phainon, dwarf rabbit!yume, phainon is a humper, possessive phaichan, lwk yandere!phainon, missionary, doggy style, knotting, biting so slight mention of blood, mating, breeding kink, creampie, dryhumping, dacryphilia, dubcon (?), size difference, dom!phainon, sub!reader, reader is shy but also kinda bratty, brat taming (?), multiple rounds, maine coon!mydei mentioned, scent kink, reader lwk stalks phainon LOL, porn with lots of plot, oral sex, reader has a crush on mydei lwk, mydei likes teasing phainon and pissing him off, edging, phainon calls reader bunny, phainon has too much stamina, both reader and phainon are kinda obsessed with mydei and mention him even when hes not even there LMFAOOO
★ lyric count ; 6102
★ composer's note ; its finally here!! kinda wanna make this a series… thats why theres so much worldbuilding… if this does well maybe i will!!
★ listen on ao3 or back to playlist!
dividers by cafekitsune!
The samoyed next door is strangely obsessed with you… You can only wonder what will happen when he finally gets his hands on you.
The samoyed that lives next door is… strange.
As a house bunny, you’ve only run into him during the rare occasion your owner does yard work or decides you need the extra sun, but, whenever he sees you, he practically vibrates from excitement.
The first time he caught your scent outside, he immediately started dragging his owner towards your house. Your owner, Idrila, had been tending to the array of white and red roses decorating the border of THEIR front yard. THEY had set up a blanket for you on the grass, along with a basket full of your favorite snacks. You were lying on your stomach, book open in front of you. As your fingers reached over to bring a strawberry to your mouth, you were startled by a loud bark.
“Ahhh—Is that a bunny!! You’re so cute!”
The voice made you drop the strawberry and stained the page you were reading a soft pink. You frowned, brows furrowed as you opened your mouth to give the culprit a piece of your mind. When you lifted your head up and were confronted by a massive dog leaning over the fence, you curled into yourself instead, ears flattened against your head.
“Phainon!” yelled someone behind him (you assume it’s his owner), “Get back here!”
You scrutinized the dog in front of you. Based on his ears, you could tell this “Phainon” was a samoyed. Although, he seemed way too big to be one. His size was more akin to the wolf hybrids you met at the shelter, but, looking at his nonstop wagging tail, he was definitely too friendly to be a wolf.
(Was he some kind of genetically-mutated samoyed?)
Though, you will admit, he wasn’t unappealing to look at. You’d even say he’s pretty handsome. Phainon’s white hair framed his face nicely. It looked soft to touch and you could imagine yourself petting it. His skin was clear (how unfair) and he had an incredibly well built body, but his eyes were what entranced you the most. They are so vibrantly blue and even glittered, like the ocean shimmering under the rays of the sun. You could see yourself getting lost in them.
(Speaking of which… has he blinked once since you met his eyes?)
“Idrila, I apologize for Phainon’s behavior,” his owner lets out a sigh, “He must still be excited from—Oh? Who’s this?”
As you began to get uncomfortable under the samoyed’s intense gaze, his owner had just given you the perfect excuse to break eye contact. You turned to look at the person who was now standing next to Phainon. His owner was very handsome too, with THEIR tan-olive skin and braided white hair. You noted that THEIR yellow eyes contrasted nicely next to Phainon's blue ones.
Idrila paused on THEIR gardening to greet the pair. THEY walked up to the fence while dusting off any dirt that had gathered on THEIR sundress.
“Good afternoon, Nanook!” Idrila smiled and gestured to you with THEIR hand, “This is [Name]. A precious little dwarf rabbit I’ve been taking care of for about a week now. It seems like your puppy has taken a liking to her.”
(“Puppy?” That… ‘wolf’ is not a “puppy.”)
“Hi!! I’m Phainon! I’m a samoyed hybrid and—Wow—You smell really good!!” the aforementioned “puppy” said with a wide grin and a tilt of his head.
That confirmed your suspicions about his breed, but did he have to comment on your scent? It weirded you out and you weren’t going to respond—until you noticed that Idrila was looking at you expectantly.
“Hello…” you muttered with shy reluctance, finally meeting his gaze once again. That simple word seemed to spark something in him and you watched as hearts formed in his blue eyes.
“Ahhh—Even your voice is cute!!” Phainon said as he leaned further over the fence.
Alarmed at the sudden movement, Nanook reached over, grabbed the back of the blue collar the dog was wearing, and dragged him back towards THEM. Phainon released a yelp, but never once did he look away from you. A snarl appeared on Nanook’s face as THEY sneered at Phainon.
“Maybe too much of a liking…” THEY commented under THEIR breath, but you heard it with your enhanced hearing, “It was nice to meet you, but we should get going now.”
Moving THEIR grip to Phainon’s wrist, Nanook dragged him towards the house next door. A pout formed on the samoyed face as he got scolded by his owner about respecting boundaries and learning to think before speaking. You let out a soft giggle at the sight and Phainon visibly melted at the sound. His reaction made you raise an eyebrow, but you tried not to pay too much mind to it. You shook out the left over tension from the encounter, and turned back to your book as Idrila returned to THEIR gardening.
Aside from that, you like to study Phainon from the window of your bedroom. Your room is on the second floor of Idrila’s home, giving you an apt view of the Nanook’s backyard. Phainon is out there more often than not. Either roughhousing another hybrid that’s over at his house at the time or training with his owner. At times it can be amusing but other moments make you genuinely concerned for the hybrid’s well-being.
(One time you saw him climb on top of a poor blonde maine coon and start humping him… luckily his owner shut it down and scolded him before it could escalate.)
Unfortunately, your “Phainon-Watching” came to an abrupt end only 2 weeks after it started. One Friday evening you had been lounging on your window seat, enjoying the breeze coming through the slightly ajar window. You almost fell asleep—that is—until Phainon slammed his backyard door open.
“Nanook! I learned something new while training with Mydei today! Let me show you!!”
You watched as his owner followed the samoyed outside. Phainon showed him a move he learned at “training” that day and Nanook watched with THEIR hands clasped behind THEIR back, nodding in acknowledgement once Phainon finished.
(You could only guess what his… “training” actually is… What he performed looked more like martial arts than dog tricks… Maybe he’s training to be a guard dog…)
Phainon visibly brightened at the small gesture like the man had just spoken him a million praises. His tail wagged in joy and you could tell he was going to do another trick before a particularly harsh breeze passed by. It had you shivering and reaching over for a blanket, but you stopped once Phainon froze and began to sniff the air like a madman. He followed the scent and eventually turned upward towards your window.
The samoyed squinted, seemingly to make out your shape, and once he finally did, he perked up, like he did when he first caught your scent.
“[Name]!!” he exclaimed as he rushed over the fence dividing your homes, “Were you watching me?! Did you like what I did?! I learned it, so I can protect you! Hey, [Name]—”
Your blood went cold and you were frozen in place as Phainon started waving too excitedly and attempted to climb the fence to get to you. While you rushed to close your window and the curtains, you caught out of the corner of your eye how Nanook grabbed Phainon by the collar and dragged him back inside.
(Yep, there’s no way you’re gonna watch the samoyed ever again.)
“[Name], this is Mydei,” Idrila introduces, “He’s Yaoshi’s maine coon hybrid and I’d like it if you two became friends.”
A week following your incident with Phainon, your owner has decided that you need more friends.
Out of fear and embarrassment of running into Phainon outside, you’ve locked yourself in Idrila’s house. Every time THEY would offer to take you outside with THEM, you would kindly deny and state that you’d rather spend the time napping inside.
It seems that THEY’VE reached the limit of listening to your pathetic excuses and brought the outside to you instead.
“She is so adorable!” Mydei’s owner remarks as THEY clasp THEIR hands together and press them against THEIR cheek, “I hope you two get along while Idrila and I catch up over some tea.”
Your ears shoot up in alert at the idea of being alone with a predator hybrid. THEY seem to notice your hesitancy and quickly add on, “Don’t worry! Mydei is trained well and won’t act like some feral dog. He won’t do anything you dislike!”
The words do little to calm your nerves, but Idrila and Yaoshi are already moving towards the living room, leaving you and Mydei on your own devices. You shift awkwardly as you ponder on what to do. Mydei’s presence doesn’t help. He stands against the wall with his arms crossed, long tail occasionally thumping against the floor.
As you fidget with your fingers, you attempt to sneak glances at the cat, who makes no move to… “get along with you.” Mydei has his eyes closed and his breathing is even, like he’s sleeping. His blonde hair fades to a soft red when it reaches his shoulders. You internally squeal when you notice that he has a part of it braided and resting on his right shoulder—and are those tattoos peaking out from under his black shirt? You have to hold yourself back from causing a scene.
Like with Phainon, you think he’s beautiful with his solid build (one you note is bigger than Phainon’s) and big arms. The way he has his arms crossed accentuates his chest and creates more tension on his already tight shirt. You have to force yourself to stop staring and squeeze your eyes shut. His appearance reminds you of another maine coon—
(Wait a minute…)
Upon closer inspection, you realize that this is the same hybrid you saw Phainon… hump all those weeks ago. You feel yourself flush at the revelation and shake your head to rid yourself of the memory that appeared in your head.
When you open your eyes again, you’re met with Mydei’s golden eyes staring back at you. He has an eyebrow raised and his head is tilted in question. Your sudden movement must have aroused him from his meditation.
(You’re sure you look as red as his tattoos right now.)
In an attempt to quell the awkward air, you let out an admittedly depressing giggle and scratch the back of your neck, “Um—Do you want to go to the sunroom? With me..?”
You watch as Mydei lets out a huff and a small smile makes home on his face. To your surprise, he agrees and asks you to lead the way. Your ears perk up at his agreement and you bounce up and down in excitement. You grab his hand and start dragging him down the hallway, surprising him at the sudden skin to skin contact.
When you make it down the hall, you push a door open and bring Mydei inside with you. The sunroom is your favorite place in Idrila’s home. It’s the perfect place to relax and get some sun, while still staying in the house.
It’s where you’ve been hiding from Phainon for most of the week.
However, the samoyed isn’t here right now and instead this handsome maine coon is. You excitedly tell Mydei about what you like doing here: about the books you read, the snacks Idrila makes you, and how this is the perfect place to take a nap.
You’re still holding on to his hand when you finally bring Mydei to the biggest window in the room. In front of it, a blanket is placed on the ground. A book sits open on top of it with a bookmark marking the page you last left on. There’s a small table on the edge of the blanket, placed near the window, that holds a glass of lemonade, the condensation still visible on the outside of the glass even though the ice has melted.
You’re about to drag the maine coon to sit with you when it hits you that you’ve been dragging Mydei around this whole time and making him listen to your nonsensical ramblings. All while holding his hand! You abruptly pull your hand away from his and grip the end of your skirt instead.
You miss the way Mydei frowns at the loss of contact.
“I’m so sorry! I just spent that whole time rambling to you and you haven’t even been able to say a single thing back—” you start, hot from embarrassment, but Mydei cuts you off.
“It’s alright,” he says with a soft smile, “I enjoyed listening to your “ramblings.” It was quite cute.”
You cover your face with your hands and know you are blushing hard under them, “Ah—Thank you..?”
Taking note of your current state, Mydei takes the initiative and invites himself to sit on your blanket. Well—It’s not really sitting. It’s more like lounging. He drapes himself on the floor, with one knee bent and the other extended out. His weight rests on one arm, elbow bent as he rests his chin on his hand, while the other pats the area next to him.
“Join me, won’t you?”
Mydei’s voice is borderline seductive and you find yourself entranced. Your body moves on its own and you awkwardly lay down next to him. First, you start on your back, but eventually turn to face him. Your ears flatten on your head and you open your mouth to say something. The words are lost on your tongue when Mydei puts his hand on your waist and pulls you flush against his body. Legs tangle with each other as you hold your breath, scared to breathe on him. You let out an exhale and involuntarily relax when Mydei brings the same hand up to your head, scratching the junction at the base of your ears. He lets out a chuckle that rumbles through his body when he sees how your tail twitches at his touch.
You cuddle closer to Mydei, trying to chase his touch. Your hands rest on his chest and grip onto his shirt when he rubs a particularly sensitive spot. It has you flushing once again and before you can apologise, Mydei brings his head down to your neck. You feel how he rubs his face against your scent glands, occasionally leaving nibbles on your skin.
(Is he… Is he scenting you?!)
Overwhelmed by his maneuvers, in your haze, you return his affection and begin to scent his own neck. All you can smell is Mydei and you find yourself getting droopy. The combination of the warm rays of the sun through the window and Mydei’s strong scent is just what you need to get sleepy.
You fall asleep with Mydei’s warm body pressed against yours.
“Why do you smell like that?”
“Smell like what?” Mydei pauses in his stretching to look at the white-haired hybrid.
Later on in the day, long after Mydei’s morning visit with you, he meets up with Phainon to train together. It’s something that the pair have been doing for a while, brawling as a healthy way of expelling pent up energy and satisfying their more animalistic instincts. This is the first meetup in a few weeks. Mydei had to separate himself from Phainon after a particular incident. However, meeting with you had put him in a good mood that had him reaching out to the samoyed to start their weekly meetings once again.
Phainon has a confused look on his pretty face, with his brows furrowed together and it's even completed with a pout. He gets closer to Mydei, leaning into his neck to get a better whiff. The maine coon isn’t fazed, already used to his antics, and patiently waits as Phainon sniffs all over his scent glands.
“Like [Name].”
Phainon abruptly pulls back, startling Mydei with his sudden seriousness, “Why do you smell like [Name]?”
The look on Phainon’s face is one Mydei can only identify as terrifying. The cute pout is erased from his face and the light disappears from his eyes. Gone is the kind and affectionate samoyed and what’s left is a feral wolf challenging someone that has entered his territory.
Mydei composes himself, and the startled look is gone as quickly as it came.
“[Name]?” the blonde pretends to question, “Ah, [Name], you mean the bunny that lives next door to you.”
“Yeah. [Name].” Phainon says again, harsher this time, “Why do you smell like her?”
He says it like it disgusts him, like it pains him to even say the words. Mydei watches as the hybrid in front of him tightens and loosens the fists resting at his sides.
The maine coon tilts his head in a mocking manner, “I was over at her house earlier today. Yoashi wanted to meet with Idrila and took me along. Something about [Name] needing to meet more hybrids, so I spent some time with her.”
Mydei remains vague on purpose. Some part of him wants to egg him and see how the samoyed will react.
How far he’ll spiral.
He can practically see the cogs turning in Phainon’s head as he tries to make something from Mydei’s words. He gave him essentially nothing after all. Anything else that he conjures up in his mind is from his own imagination.
Mydei studies Phainon’s face with vigor. The samoyed is staring out into space, and Mydei watches as his look of neutrality begins to morph into anger. Phainon’s eyebrows twitch and his nose scrunches. His mouth turns into a snarl, baring his teeth. Mydei can see the waves of anger exuding from his body.
“Did you—” Phainon scoffs, “Did you mate with her?”
Mydei says nothing, letting the silence linger in the air and allowing a few more seconds of Phainon’s imagination to run rampant.
“Maybe I did,” he finally breaks the silence, “I don’t see how that concerns you.”
Now it’s Phainon’s turn to be silent.
“She had no scent of a mate and no markings,” Mydei continues, “Would it truly be that concerning if I was the one to take her?”
Something snaps in Phainon and he stomps closer to the cat. Mydei thinks the samoyed is going to fight him, but all the samoyed does is place a shaking palm on the maine coon’s shoulder. His grip is tight, painfully so, but Mydei keeps his eyes on Phainon’s.
Phainon stares back into Mydei’s, eyes dark in anger. Now concerned, Mydei opens his mouth to say something to calm the dog down, but Phainon beats him to it.
A flip is switched and, like nothing has even happened in the past few moments, the smile is returned to Phainon’s face. The sparkle returns to his eyes and he joyfully says, “Of course not!”
He closes his eyes and tilts his head like an unassuming puppy, “You’re right! She wasn’t claimed. How lucky you are if you actually managed to woo her over. Haha. You should watch your back, Mydeimos. Someone might jump at her before you are able to complete the bond.”
Mydei’s eyes widen at the thinly veiled threat. Phainon called his bluff. He doesn’t like the chill that goes down his spine.
Fuck.
Apparently, the samoyed that lives next door is sick.
You would beg to differ. With a body like that, surely you wouldn’t get sick to the point your neighbor has to watch over you.
According to Idrila, Nanook had called THEM with concern in THEIR voice. Nanook wasn’t the type of person to worry like this, so Idrila was immediately alarmed at THEIR intonation. THEY had told THEM that Phainon hadn’t been eating the last few days and locked himself in his room. The samoyed had refused to come out, telling Nanook that he wasn’t feeling well, coughing and groaning every other word.
To you, it sounds like bullshit.
But the ever kind Idrila agreed to look over the dog while Nanook attended an important meeting THEY couldn’t afford to miss.
That brings you too now, as Idrila picks up a spare key from under a barely-hanging-onto-life plant on Nanook’s front porch.
(Clearly, THEY don’t concern themselves with plant life like Idrila does.)
You’re holding a basket full of at home remedies. Idrila had quickly cooked up some soup and packed some over-the-counter medicine. All you could do was scoff as THEY did so.
Idrila finally unlocks the door and you’re greeted by silence. You step in and are almost knocked out. You’ve never been in Phainon’s house before, but you can smell that it’s his.
His scent is everywhere. In the air, on the walls. Every single nook and cranny.
(Is this how Idrila’s house smelled when Mydei came over? Is that why he was.. “meditating”?)
You shake your head. Now’s not the time to think about Mydei. You turn back to Idrila, who had taken the basket in your stupor and was now heating soup up on the stove.
THEY continue to mix the concoction and, without taking THEIR eyes off the pot, requests something of you.
“Go check on, Phainon!” THEY hum out the samoyed’s name, “Maybe seeing another hybrid will make him feel better!”
(Bullshit.)
However, you reluctantly nod, and turn to move further into his house. You’d have to find Phainon’s room first if you wanted to “check on him.” You let your nose be your guide and follow the scent to where it’s the strongest.
It guides you to a light blue door and you stand awkwardly in front of it. You don’t want to open it. A part of you is scared. This is the first time you’d be seeing the samoyed since he caught you spying on him from your window. On the other hand, you’re annoyed. This most definitely is some bullshit Phainon pulled to get to you. Surely it has to be.
You’ll never find the true reason unless you knock on the door, so you suck it up and finally do it. You place 3 firm taps on the door.
“Phainon? Are you okay? Nanook said you were sick, so Idrila and I came to check on you.”
There’s no response from the other side of the door.
“Hello..?” you question. This is the right door. You trust your nose enough to at least discern that.
The annoyance bubbles over at the continued lack of response and you finally break, “Hey! If you don’t open this door right now I’ll—”
The door slams open and Phainon jumps out. You let out a shriek as Phainon shoves you into the wall of the hallway. Your back hits the wall with a loud thud and you let out a yelp that only partially escapes your mouth as Phainon now has his hand covering the bottom half of your face.
All the commotion must have alerted Idrila downstairs as THEY question, “Is everything alright up there?”
“Everythings alright! Just startled each other, haha!” Phainon responds for the two of you while you struggle against his hold.
That seems to satisfy THEIR worries, “Alright… Nanook just texted me asking me to pick up your medicine, Phainon. Will you two be alright while I head out for a moment?”
“Of course!” Phainon says, voice too cheery for someone who’s supposed to be ill. You watch as his tail begins to wag.
(No, Idrila! Don’t leave me here with him!)
You attempt to yell against his hand, but your screams are muffled. It's no luck as you listen to Idrila leave through the front door. Now alone and sick of his behavior, you bite Phainon’s hand and kick him in the groin. Now, it’s his turn to yelp and his hands move away from your body and to his dick instead.
“You—You jerk! What the hell is wrong with you?!” You exclaim as you watch Phainon attempt to grip onto the wall and balance himself.
(Good. You managed to do some damage to him.)
“[N—Name],” he groans out, voice riddled with pain, “I just want to talk to you!”
You scoff, “Well you didn’t have to pretend to be sick to do it.”
“I did!” Phainon springs up, and it startles you, “It was the only way I could get you into my house.”
Your eyes widen in a mixture of shock and fear and your ears point out in alert.
The pain that Phainon was experiencing before seemingly evaporated and his hands returned to you. They come up to cup your face and bring it closer to his. Your hands grasp his wrists and you can feel his breath tingle on your lips.
You think he’s about to kiss you when he suddenly pauses, sniffing the air. He transfers his grip on your face onto one hand and grips your chin as he forcefully pulls your head to the side. Phainon buries his face in your neck and you can feel him sniff all over it.
“Mydeimos.”
His voice has dropped to a lower, growly pitch. It’s guttural, like a wolf.
“W—What? What does Mydei have to do with this?!” your voice comes out awkwardly due to his grip on your face.
Phainon lets out an actual growl and you feel it against you, “Don’t say his name.”
Suddenly, you feel something wet slide across your scent glands.
(Is—Is he licking you?!)
Your shoulders scrunch up at the sensation on your sensitive glands. It's so warm and wet, but for some reason it has you melting in his embrace. Phainon supports you by wrapping his free arm around your waist and pressing your body against his. He continues his relentless attack on your neck.
“When I’m done with you,” he starts, breathlessly, “You’ll smell like me. Not him.”
“And it’ll stick.”
Before you can question what he means, Phainon releases his grip on your face and picks you up bridal style. You grip onto his shoulders as he carries you into his room, closing the door behind him with his foot. He gently places you on his bed. The blue sheets are soft against you, but you can’t study his room any further because Phainon begins to strip himself in front of you.
You watch, jawslacked, as Phainon starts by taking off his top. Now that his shirt is off, you can truly see his body. His abs are defined and chest is pronounced.
(You’re sure the only person that rivals him is Mydei, but Phainon wouldn’t like you thinking that.)
He doesn’t give you enough time to appreciate his chest as he hastily moves onto his bottoms. Phainon pulls off his pants and underwear in one combined motion and, if your mouth could fall open even further, it has. The size of his dick is almost frightening. Its size is intimidating just like the rest of his body. It curves slightly upward and the tip is flushed a light pink. There is a prominent knot where his dick meets the base. A vein runs up on the side of his shaft from the base to the tip. Against your wishes, you feel yourself getting wet in between your legs and your mouth begins to water.
But as he climbs on top of you, the realization hits you all at once.
Phainon is trying to mate with you.
You place your hands on his chest and attempt to push him away, but he’s too strong and your push does nothing to deter his movements.
“W—Wait! Phainon, I’m not so sure—!”
The samoyed cuts you off by dropping himself on top of you. You let out a wheeze as the air is knocked out of you and you barely have enough time to catch your breath before Phainon is licking and kissing your ears. Your face is pressed into his chest as he continues his assault.
“Why?” Phainon questions, voice dark once again, “Did Mydei mate with you already?”
Now, you’re confused.
(What’s this about Mydei and you mating?!)
“I—I don’t know—”
“Bullshit!” he cuts you off, “I smelled you all over him the other day. You can’t lie to me.”
“W—What?! We were just cuddling—”
Phainon lets out a manic laugh, “Haha—! Then how about we do some cuddling, too?”
He pulls away from you to grab onto the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. However, he doesn’t have the same amount of patience with your bra and grips it with both hands at the center before ripping it apart. You let out a gasp at his actions and yell profanities at him. Phainon pays no mind as he moves down to your skirt, hands gripping onto your panties and pulling them down along with the skirt.
Now you’re bare in front of him like he is with you.
You can’t do anything but grip the sheets next to you as Phainon brings himself down and his mouth immediately meets your wet pussy. His tongue licks circles into your clit and it has you arching into his mouth. The sounds of your moaning and his mouth on your cunt fill the room. You squirm at the overwhelming pleasure and Phainon places a hand on your stomach to press you back down onto the bed. The added pressure doesn’t help you at all and tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes. Phainon seems to notice and brings his other hand to your cunt and presses it into you. It slides right in with the help of all your slick that has now built up at his ministrations.
His finger is longer than yours and immediately hits places you couldn’t reach yourself. He prods around until he finds a spot that has you wailing. The tears spill from your eyes as your legs begin to shake at the pleasure. Before you know it, Phainon adds another finger and presses his tongue harder against your clit. You feel yourself right on the edge and you clench around Phainon, but he abruptly pulls away, taking his fingers with him.
You whine at the loss of feeling full and are about to complain when Phainon says, “I’m sorry, bunny, but the only time you’re gonna come is on my cock as I fuck you full of my cum.”
Your face grows impossibly red at his words and you sink further into the haze that is Phainon. He climbs back on top of you in between your legs and lines himself up with your entrance. You hold your breath as you feel Phainon push himself into you. The stretch is intense, so much more than his fingers.
“Too—Too much, Phai!” you squeal at how full you are.
Phainon lets out a chuckle and presses himself back into your scent glands, “I’m only half-way, bunny.”
You let out a moan as Phainon continues to push in despite your protest. When your cunt finally meets his knot, you feel impossibly full. So full to the point that you can feel him up in your throat. Phainon lets out a loud groan when you squeeze down on him and he has to bite the sheets next to your head to stop himself from cumming right then and there.
“C—Careful. If you keep doing that I’ll cum sooner than I want to.”
His words have you whining and Phainon takes that as a sign to start moving. He places his hands under your knees and presses them against the bed as he begins to thrust into your pussy. It makes a loud squelch every time his knot nudges your cunt. You can feel him deep in your stomach, your womb.
He’s hitting every pleasurable spot inside of you and you can’t help but clench around him. You feel yourself on the edge of your orgasm once again and this time Phainon doesn’t pull himself out to stop your high.
You cum with a loud whine, clenching hard around Phainon’s cock. It has him letting out a moan and his thrusts grow erratic. Soon he’s joining you in your high as he comes inside you, but he doesn’t push in his knot and the cum leaks back out of your cunt when he slides out.
You're both breathing heavily, breaths mingling with each other as you attempt to get air back into your lungs.
But Phainon doesn’t give you a moment of respite and he’s gripping your waist and flipping you over onto your stomach.
“Phai—Wait—Still sensitive—!”
Your words are knocked out of you when Phainon pushes his still hard cock back inside your cunt from behind. It slides back in easily with all the cum that's inside of you already. He holds you up by your hips, leaving your head on the sheets, and grinds into you.
“F—Fuck! How are you even tighter like this—” Phainon groans as he presses his eyes shut, relishing the pleasure of your sensitive pussy pulsing around him.
However, a scowl returns to his face when he remembers how this all started. Without taking his hands off your hips, he leads down near your ears. You feel his body heat against your back and he whispers into your ears as they twitch.
“Did Mydei fuck you like this? Was his cock big enough to hit all these spots inside of you? Did he have you leaking all over the sheets like I am?”
All you can do is respond with a moan and Phainon bites down on an ear as he drags your body up and down his cock by your hips. The position has him hitting even deeper than before and you feel him hit your womb every time he thrusts back in. It’s intense, and when Phainon lets go of your ear, you turn your head to the side to be able to breathe. Tears are streaming down your face again, and you feel Phainon grow harder inside of you. He brings mouth to your cheeks and licks up your tears before pressing his face into your scent glands.
“Y—You’re even cute when you cry. Sh—Shit—!” he exclaims as you clench around him, close once again.
“If you’re close again, I’m gonna have to fuck you harder if I want to cum with you, bunny,” Phainon breathes out, “Hang on.”
You grip the sheets as he brings himself upright again and pulls out, leaving just the tip. You whine at the loss of his cock, but you mewl when he shoves himself back in by trusting his hips and simultaneously bringing your hips to meet his. He moves faster now, chasing his own high. You attempt to crawl away from him, but his grip on your hips is unrelenting and he pulls you back onto his dick every time.
Phainon’s moans grow in volume and you know he’s close like you. He leans back once again and places his mouth over your scent glands. You think you hear him mutter an apology when he suddenly pushes his knot into your sloppy pussy, cumming inside you. At the same time, he bites down hard on your gland, creating a mating mark. When his cock slips in, it has your eyes widening at the sudden intrusion. The feeling of being so overwhelmingly stuffed as you falling apart on his knot, tail twitching erratically. You cum on his dick with a loud moan of his name and you feel pulse after pulse of his cum fill your womb and pussy.
After a few moments, his mouth lets go of your neck and he licks the blood away. Phainon presses light kisses on your scent gland.
“Now, you’re mine,” he says, still in a sex daze, “Not Mydei’s. Mine.”
“Yours,” you reply before you can stop it.
The word has Phainon perking up and his tail wags behind him. He peppers kisses all over your face and begins to grind himself against you.
(Wait—Is he getting hard again?!)
By the time Idrila returns, you’ve been fully fucked out.
Bite marks litter your body and a mixture of your slick and Phainon’s cum slides down your legs. You can’t feel your body and all you can think about is Phainon.
You’re sure the smell of sex is clear in the air even to your owner’s nose.
Phainon has finally taken a break to get you some water and your suspicions about Idrila are confirmed when Phainon returns with some soup and the aforementioned water.
He also mentions the news that Idrila has given you permission to “sleepover.”
Even with your aching body, you can stop the sigh that escapes your lips.
You’re in for a long night.
PHAINON GIVE ME A CHANCE PLEASE!!! also i wrote this in an actual daze sorry if some of it didnt make sense LOL
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TRIPLE THREAT (A Business Plan With Your Three Hot Bestfriends Gone Wrong!)
Yandere NSFW artists/Camboys Tartaglia (Genshin Impact) x Aventurine (Honkai Star Rail) x Scar (Wuthering Waves) x Fem Manager Reader
WARNINGS: pornography, slight allusions to mental illness, alcohol, dubious relationships, mentions of sexual kinks, profanity, spoilers for Tartaglia's and Aventurine's names, coercion and non-con towards the end. YANDERE/DARK CONTENT AHEAD, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. 2.1k words.
You work as a manager for your three dearest friends.
A manager of what you ask? You work as their social media manager. Well, what kind of social media?
Well to put it simply, you manage their OnlyFans and Patreon content, alongside their other social media services that got added along the way. You arrange their video release schedule, plan around their photoshoots and help them record their audios. You basically manage their skyrocketing pornography careers and honestly, as weird as that sounded — the pay is hella good.
Started as a small gig during your fourth year in college, the four of you had a strong attraction to money, a braincell to share and a fuck ton of audacity that seriously needed to be let out, so all of you headed down the spiral of the humanity's belief in “sex sells”.
While you're not the most open about your body being out displayed in the wolves like that, the three of them have the looks that could rival a greek god and confidence that could threaten Narcissus himself, so you do what you had to do and set up multiple accounts, sell content and finally, profit.
And oh boy did you profit.
When they first opened up their OF accounts, they were able to reach the top searches with three measly photo sets — not even a video. You quickly grabbed this chance, helping them set up their identities and even researching the current trends, which now amounted to them extending their content from just pictures and video to live streaming and even voice packs.
With faces and bodies blessed by the heaven's craftsmen themselves, your friends’ following grew and they even formed their own niches.
Ajax, more commonly known as Tartaglia under his account FLegacy by his rabid supporters online, specializes in the unholy E-boy streams, BFE (Boyfriend Experience) content and ASMRs. He has, unfortunately, the most unhinged and parasocial fans around that make you want to smash your head into the keyboard every time you have to moderate one of his livestreams.
He has the ability to use his sickly sweet voice to yap about the current gacha trends and manage to immediately do a smooth three sixty from that and start talking about the probability (and how it's a 100% guaranteed, no 50/50) of you being a hot and moaning mess after he's done with you.
This nerdy, game addict, e-boy aesthetic of him draws so much money from the streaming crowd that when you asked him for help in fixing your lagging pc, the answer you got was new build equipped with Nvidia GeForce RTX 5090 and a Ryzen 9 CPU — along with narwhal themed customized accessories.
You nearly flipped when he dropped by and assembled it himself, but the asshole just laughs and says something along the lines of “our sweet manager deserves it for working so hard for us.”
A second case-in-point for the appeal of rich guys is Kakavasha, or Aventurine for his worldwide collection of subs and babygirls. He's the rich and domineering guy cranked to the max with his BDSM roleplays, gilded photo shoots featuring gold bathtubs and velvet handcuffs, and the barrage of his less-than-gentlemanly posts on his dedicated account, Stoneheart — talking about ways he would buy out your pathetic soul and dominate it so that it'll only know nothing but him. On days where he's in a good mood, he even narrates these through sultry voice recordings.
And people eat that shit up so much he sent the four of you to a high-end hotel in Dubai just so you can sightsee, film something interesting and go to casinos, simply because of his quirk of winning millions if he wanted to.
Lastly you have the guy for the deviants and absolute degenerates, Scar. With his wild persona, rough mannerisms and slightly insane musings, he was able to make a large portion of the population question themselves on why the hell are they getting aroused over someone turning a switchblade on them.
His account FracturedDesire is notorious for getting flagged almost bi-monthly (much to your dismay) due to its dark content. It's brimming with knifeplay clips, killer and yandere AUs and photo sets of him and his fangs bloody munching on some meat that looks strangely a heart — partnered with a caption of “the shit I'll do to you once I catch you <3”
He once posted a ghostface roleplay video and someone offered to drop thousands to make a continuation of it. He coyly replied to it with a “no will do, prey like you don't get to order me around.” as a joke, but imagine the surprise in all of your faces when the four of you huddled to his computer and seeing the digits still wired to him — with a note that says: fuck that's so hot!
This little business endeavor of the four of you, is undoubtedly, printing money. Monetization of horny and lonely people sure did bring you to the higher echelons of the income ladder, so despite being so tired of moderating commenters on stream that seem like they're in-heat and filtering the most down horrendous comments you've seen in your life even as a manager for porn stars, you push through because damn, you guys are making a living.
Sleepless nights are spent on making new concepts and scripts. Mornings after that are spent consulting them like an actual professional manager, brainstorming how they should deliver and bring it to life.
Much of your days are also spent renting out the most random places, such as an abandoned warehouse for one of Scar’s photoshoots. You provide them all the props they need — which means both the clerk at the local adult toys shop and the owner of a hardware store downtown knows you by heart now.
But sometimes, you ask yourselves if all of you bit something more than what you can chew, because who knew making sexy content to post online can eat away so much time.
It's so much that all of you never actually had the time to bond lately, always opting for short meetings and messages to save time. Everybody is tired — understandably so, after years of repeatedly doing all that.
Due to this little predicament, your friendship took a step back too. No hang-outs, no unrelated meetings, no stupidly laughing in the living room again.
It saves time to just get the job done and schedule that hang-out at a much later date, again. The luxury provided by this little sacrifice is worth it.
You love to tell yourself that it's worth it, that all of you are satisfied.
A little problem arises though.
It's in a form of “weird feeling, dunno if it's love or I want to fuck you up and own you because this job is driving me insane” kind of voice message sent to you at three o’ clock in the morning.
Granted, all of you agreed to rake profits that way but sometimes years of being a sexual icon online does some weird shit to your brain. They don't know why, but the idea of having their own after being gawked, stared, and practically shared at online is way more enticing tonight.
The only person they trust after they sold their body and soul to the devil is you.
So when you hear loud and rapid knocking to the door right after you listened to that goddamn voicemail, you panicked. Maybe the worries that plagued your brain daily are seeing itself to fruition now.
Due to the nature of your work, you seem to see them more and more as co-workers rather than friends who are practically born beside you, and when the situation where you have to face that dilemma arises, you're at a loss.
They must've been so lonely there. Working as their manager, you knew the kind of hoops you have to go through to protect their identities and privacy, in turn, they were almost isolated. And you, their trusted friend, is starting to drift away too.
When the last bit of the normalcy they fiercely protected started to drift off, they couldn't help but grab it back to them — harsh.
How much again for the price of luxury?
The knocking on your penthouse started to grow more loud and obnoxious, you can also hear slurred voices outside. The three of them are here, that's rare. Afraid of them causing a ruckus, you slowly made your way there and gently opened the door.
There, you are faced with the drunken stares of your clients — bestfriends. God, did you really just refer to them as clients? Scar immediately hugs you while pushing both your bodies inside, he reeks strongly of alcohol. Ajax and Kakavasha follow, not forgetting to lock your door. The four of you headed to your room, courtesy of Scar dragging you back there.
Aventurine — no, Kakavasha, sporting a sheer dress shirt that only has a single intact button, smiles languidly at you as Scar now resorts to carrying your body to the bed, which earned a loud yelp from you.
“What the… it's early in the morning, we don't have anything that we missed don't we…?” You warily said, Scar now drops you to your bed then lies down beside you, burying his head to the crook of your neck. At this moment you notice Ajax carrying a bag, when he sees you staring at him he also smiles, then he heads to your bedside table to put down what he's carrying.
“Ah, do we really need a reason to visit our dear friend? What happened to the old times? Remember when we're in college, we sneak to the women's dorms through the windows and hide in cupboards when the prefect checks, you're unfazed with that. Now we go through the door and you're already surprised, what changed huh?” Ajax is the one that answered you, he sat at your bed, stroking your hair. On a better inspection, he was wearing nothing underneath that maroon hoodie, when he notices that you noticed there was a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Uhm… you guys are drunk as hell, let me get some blankets if you want to insist on sleeping here,” you tried standing up, but Scar tightened his hold on your body.
“Ah, ah, that's sweet but we're here to talk about a lot of things, so not really sleepy,” Kakavasha chimes in, kicking his Ferragamo leather shoes off and settling to your other side, practically caging your body between his and Scar’s.
Now you're extremely confused, because while you've known them as clingy, they never really barged in unannounced at your home, drunk too at that, they usually invite you when drinking and they never get this wasted.
“We never really hung out like this anymore,” Scar whispers in your ear — oh, he's awake. You hear something unzipping, following the sound you see Ajax finally open the bag he's carrying.
He pulls out a camera.
A professional grade camera, the same ones you use when filming their videos. Confusion and worry etched themselves to your face, to which Ajax only replies with a wide grin.
“You seem so… distant lately,” Scar trails off. Suddenly you remembered the voicemail they sent to you. Fuck, that was the reason you wanted to see what's happening to them, but alas, they dragged you off and coddled you into this situation.
“Darling, I have a video proposal,” Hearing Kakavasha’s voice, the same one that spoke the voice mail, sent shivers down your spine.
“We missed you so fucking much, you feel so far away sometimes, we need you back closer… like this close…” he continues, embracing your body before you can stand up and assess the situation.
“Hopefully our darling manager approves of this content,” Ajax chuckles, he finished setting up the camera and it's pointed at your bed, at you.
“I know we're already something along the lines of industry top dogs but… a collab and a special guest wouldn't hurt right?”
The camera is finally rolling.
Ajax stalked towards you, Kakavasha and Scar restraining your body, the latter’s hand moving towards your hair to brush it a few times, only to grip and pull it afterwards, forcing you to face the camera.
“Let's all be together forever, yeah?”
While they spiral down the path of no return, you become farther and farther away from them.
In a desperate attempt to close in the distance, they pull you down with them, to their personal hell of selfish desires.
There's no way up when you're rock bottom, at least you're with them forever that way, right?
So welcome to their world, darling superstar.
[seraph's notes]: i genuinely cannot stop thinking about this bro :(
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Characters: Aventurine, Jing Yuan, Dr Ratio, Sunday, Boothill
Tags: A bit spicy
PT2: Dr Ratio, Sunday, Boothill
I wrote this in one night lol. I also been so outdated in hsr rn so i forgot how to write some characters.
A small stroll to Victoria Sercet in search for the perfect bra. It was rare to find a cute bra that suited your chest perfectly, so when your eyes landed on that stunnig fabric, you knew it was faith for you. A bra adorned with a tiny bow in the middle, a charming heart shape dangling from the bow, and elegant lace details. Without a second thought, you ignored the price tag, swiped the bra from the basket, and strided towards the checkout. Excitement bubbled within you at the thought of surprising your beloved with this new found piece!
Aventurine
At home, you eagerly grabbed your phone to share this exciting news with Aventurine, your heart racing at thought of his reactions to seething the declicate piece.
It wasn’t long before Aventurine appeared before you, carrying Victoria's Secret bags. Curiosity sparked as you wondered what he was up to. It was certainly an unexpected surprise.
“I got you something to match your new bra,” he said with a playful hum, setting down the bag on the nightstand before leaning in to give you a soft kiss. As he pulled away he nipped gently at your ears and whispered, “I can't wait for my personal fashion show. I’m very eager to see you try on the panties and bras I picked out for you. I know you’ll look stunning.”
Jing Yuan
At home, you eagerly grabbed your phone to share this exciting news with Jing Yuan, your heart racing at thought of his reactions to seething the declicate piece.
Your heart flutters as you set your phone down on the mattress. A rush of anticipation building inside of you. Jing Yuan had always been sweet and yet, yet the last two messages had a playful, almost mischievous tone to them. Knowing him, he could be sweet, gentle, sly, playful, and even serious, all in one breath.
It didn’t take long for Jing Yuan to appear in front of the bed, settling down beside you with ease.
“Did you put the bra on yet?” he murmured, slipping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in closer to his warmth.
“Not yet,” you replied.
He grinned, his gaze mischievous. “So that means I get to help you put it on.”
A small stroll to Victoria Sercet in search for the perfect bra. It was rare to find a cute bra that suited your chest perfectly, so when your eyes landed on that stunnig fabric, you knew it was faith for you. A bra adorned with a tiny bow in the middle, a charming heart shape dangling from the bow, and elegant lace details. Without a second thought, you ignored the price tag, swiped the bra from the basket, and strided towards the checkout. Excitement bubbled within you at the thought of surprising your beloved with this new found piece!
Ratio
Your jaw dropped at his last message. K? Just K? The audacity of this man. Before you could send the wall of responses you'd been crafting, a soft cough caught your attention.
“Ahem… since it seems rather important, I assume you're going to wear it and show me right now.” Ratio’s voice was a little more hesitant than usual, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He’d never admit it outright, but he was clearly fascinated—and intrigued by the thought.
A smug smile curled on your lips. “But you said it wasn’t important. Looks like even the smartest man can be captivated by these things.”
“Only when it’s with an significant other,” Ratio replied, his tone smooth, though his eyes betrayed his intrigue. “Otherwise, your low intellect wouldn’t be worth my time.” With that, his hands gently lifted your shirt, a bold move that left no room for further argument.
Sunday
Your heart fluttered at his sweet messages, a warmth spreading through you. How you adored this man with every fiber of your being—it felt only right, considering how deeply he worshiped you in return. Sunday arrived at his usual time, bringing with it a comforting sense of familiarity.
“I missed you, my beloved angel,” he hummed, nuzzling his face gently against your neck. The soft flutter of the wings on his head tickled your skin. “That new bra would look absolutely stunning on you. I mean it.”
Your heart skipped a beat at the tender moment unfolding before you. You couldn’t help but gently play with his wings, a reminder of how much trust he had in you.
Boothill
You couldn’t help but smile at his cheeky, playful messages. Suddenly, with a burst of energy, Boothill stormed into the room. His movements were swift and purposeful, like an electric current racing through the air. You saw his sharp teeth glinting as he flashed a grin that was equal parts mischievous and endearing, his gaze locked on you as if he were already devouring you with his eyes.
"I’ve been rushing past the seven seas just to come and see ya, darling," he said with an exaggerated sigh, as though the weight of the world had been on his shoulders. His voice was rich, teasing, and undeniably smooth. He took a slow step forward, the air between you thickening with every inch closer he got. “And now,” he continued, his voice lowering to a near whisper, “it’s time to prove how sexy and cute you look, darling.”
having sex with aventurine as he fills u up and couldnt help but admire your bulging stomach.. ugh..
𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. aventurine x female reader. smut, pwp. (unrealistic) tummy bulging. lots of cũm and creampiēs. reader gets called ‘baby / good girl’. not proof read !
“fuuuck, yeah— there we go, baby,” aventurine pants, the lopsided grin etched onto his lips as he watches you make those lewd expressions that have his balls tightening.
your drooling over yourself, looking a hot mess, but that’s exactly how the blond man likes having you beneath him. high-pitched moans fill the room—accompanied by the erotic squelch of your well-fucked hole.
“do you feel that, hm? gave ya so much cum. . .” aventurine sighs almost dreamily. his warm palm rubs your slightly swollen tummy, thumb rubbing circles around the lower skin. his eyes are filled with lust yet also with pure adoration.
aventurine kisses your lips once as his hips shallowly thrust into you, pelvis grinding lazily against your clit, “…’n you took it all like a good girl for me.”
there’s nothing that your lover likes more than visibly seeing the claim he made over you and your body.
your head is empty. the only thing you’re capable of thinking about is the copious amount of cum sloshing around in your tummy. load after load dumped right in your womb definitely has taken a toll on you. your puffy clit is throbbing due to the continuous stimulation.
you weakly look aventurine in the eyes. “..vasha,” your poor attempt at calling out his name makes the man let out a breathy chuckle.
“awwh— poor baby, guess i really broke you,” aventurine murmurs before pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. his cock slides out of your pussy with a faint, wet ‘pop’. it’s covered with your combined juices from tip to base. “i’m sorry,” he coos, but judging by the smug expression on his face, he’s anything but sorry.
you whine in response because that’s all you’re really capable of doing. you babble something incoherent between your sharp gasps, to which aventurine shakes his head. he lovingly rubs your cheek with his hand, the red tip of his cock rubbing against your swollen clit, “too full, you say?”
aventurine laughs softly and runs his hands up and down your sides. his lips leave a trail of kisses from your neck to your lightly bulging tummy. “no no, it’s never too full,” he comments lightheartedly. he knows you can handle more.
you could handle his cock rearranging your guts, bumping against your cervix painfully yet deliciously, the outline of his fat cock visible on the stretched skin of your abdomen. . . it’s never too much.
“bet i can stuff ‘nother big load inside this pretty little cunt,” aventurine continues, a slight tease to his tone, but he is absolutely serious. his dick twitches at the thought and his hips jerk forward to grind against your heated cunt in a needy manner.
your nails dig into his bare back, holding onto him for stability. your head is spinning and your vision is blurry as you nod without any thought. you moan, “mhhh, want it,”
that response sends a shiver down your lover’s spine. aventurine lets out a small whimper beneath his breath which he covers up with a strangled chuckle, “see?”
“greedy thing. . .” he adds in a sultry tone. the blond man bites his lip as he rubs the head of his twitching cock between your slit, latching onto your soaked entrance. his cum is still dribbling out of you in pearly globs, yet your cunt welcomes him in again.
aventurine shudders at the feeling, “fuck— she can’t get enough. but who am i to deny you, hm?”
your eyes roll back when you feel him sink into the depths of your cum stuffed pussy, stretching you obscenely wide. your heart rate picks up as you moan his name out loud once more.
aventurine coos at you and kisses your cheeks to help you get used to the stretch again. his hand instinctively lands on your filled tummy, fingertips tracing the way his cock is making the skin stretch one the outside as well.
that familiar smirks etches onto aventurine’s face as he realises that he’s about to absolutely wreck you, have you filled with both his cock and cum until you’re nearly passing out.
“hold onto me, sweetheart. i’m not lettin’ go until you’ve milked me completely dry, yeah?”
I love and think about Emperor Jing Yuan a lot. Like a servant girl getting called in to be the emperor Jing Yuan's Concubine 😋
I love ancient China like the history, art and clothing. when I think about Chinese Emperor Jing Yuan I think of Cinderella Chef (animated version) it's so cute and romantic. I also think about the fic series I used to read in 2020 or 2019 when the reader is the selected tailor for the emperor and the emperor falls in love.
It was such a good story, with many good different story elements to it even though it's was an yandere x reader 😭 and I'm not even exaggerating how good it is. It was slow burn yandere yet sooo good and worth it
I have to read it again cause it's sooo good.
There's sooo many good art of Jing Yuan in ancient Chinese clothing and I love and appreciate it sm 🤤
Jing Yuan kept a servant girl as his concubine, wanting her by his side every moment. As emperor, he faced countless threats and worried constantly for her safety. Yet, he couldn’t resist making her his bride, even though the public and his family disapproved. How could a servant girl from a humble background become empress alongside the emperor? But he paid no attention to their criticisms, choosing instead to live in his Fantasies with her. She was the only woman he’d ever met who cared for him beyond his wealth and title, and he was determined to keep her close forever. 😇
Wow, I also like Chinese palace stories actually!! What you said made me imagine a lot. It turns out that Jing Yuan is so suitable for the palace AU🥰✊
Have you watched "Story of Yanxi Palace"? It was a popular palace drama in 2018, and social media was all about it at that time. The historical prototype of the female protagonist is Empress Xiaoyichun (孝儀純皇后). She first started as a concubine. During her lifetime, she was the "Imperial Noble Consort" (皇貴妃), which was the highest position among the concubines after Empress. The core of its story is about a confident servant woman who starts from the bottom and moves up through the ranks with wisdom and courage.
A negative example is "Ruyi's royal love in the palace". The show still gets a lot of negative criticism in China today (yes, that's happening in 2024) - for its slut-shaming and superiority theories. The lower class people must be loyal to the noble people, otherwise they will be severely punished. There are a lot of torture scenes of women, never criticizing the mistakes of the misogynistic system, vilifying all historical figures just to beautify the female protagonists, advocating that women must be loyal to one man throughout their lives or else they are sluts, vilifying and torturing ambitious women, etc.
Oh, I'm sorry I really hate that TV show so I'm talking too much about it, but to get back to the point, it occurred to me that if Jing Yuan were the emperor, he would be very - very infatuated and dedicated. There was an emperor in Chinese history called "Emperor Xiaozong of Ming"(明孝宗) who insisted on living a monogamous life with only one empress. The same is true for Jing Yuan! Jing Yuan has only married you from beginning to end! You are one of his servants. No matter what your personality is, witty and lively/shy and kind, or even arrogant, Jing Yuan finds you really cute🥰💖He is very happy that you entered the palace and were assigned to serve him. He will sometimes sleep on your lap and ask you to feed him. He was like a big sleeping lion. But no one in politics dares to underestimate Jing Yuan because he always predicts everything.
Jing Yuan built a fruit garden in the palace, as well as a place to raise cats and birds. He got to pet cute cats and birds every day. The kittens purred around him. Maybe you were the servant who took care of the cats here. And he discovered you💖You are so suitable to be the mother of cats. And maybe he's hiding his identity and you care about his health and happiness before his status.
Politics and the harem are closely related. Those ministers petitioned Jing Yuan to marry a girl who matched his status, but he would not marry any girl except you. This is his own business! There was an emperor named "Emperor Gaozong of Tang"(唐高宗) in Chinese history. Despite the objections of his ministers, he insisted on marrying his father's concubine (named "Wuzhao"- 武曌) as his queen and sharing power with her. This is a very real love among emperors! After her husband's death, the queen became the only female emperor of China. The expression of the emperor's love for someone is to give them the best at all costs, including power, fame, wealth, and status. Jing Yuan wants to give it to you. He married you. Based on your status as a maid, you start as a concubine but work your way up. And he will also give birth to kitty babies with you. Those little princesses and princes running happily are all of your blood and his.
And he also decided to discuss politics and decide national affairs with you, collectively called "two saints" (based on Wuzhao's history haha), and share power with you. Because he knows how smart and cute you are, able to sharpen your claws and handle government affairs💖He is also ready to build a royal mausoleum, where only the two of you are buried together (it may be a bit scary, but this is how the Chinese emperors express their love haha). Even after Wuzhao became the empress, she didn’t build a mausoleum independently because she loved her husband. No matter what, you are always together, with sweetness and honor forever💖
Who is so smooth with his words while leaving soft kisses on your skin as he pushes his fingers inside of you earning delicate gasps and moans from your pretty lips. The way his lips would linger on your skin every momentarily. Every idiom that left his lips was gentle, lighthearted and affectionate.
“You really are squeezing my finger mh? Proves to me: how much you indulge in this,” he moaned as he pressed more tender kisses on your neck and curled his fingers, pressing in and out at your warmth.
His face softs at your expression as he bats his eyes over at yours. His heart fluttered like a butterfly gaining its first wings. Everytime he looks over at your face it is love at first sight all over again.
“Kakavasha.”
His heart burst like flowers blooming in the spring. The muscles in his mouth curves to a smile. His eyes falter to your words.
He taunts you by gently bopping your nose as you ask for more, “Aren’t you greedy? Can’t get enough of me, mh? Am I that hard to resist?”
In his heart, you were the most alluring art that he was blessed with. His heart plays a beautiful melody in your presence. He couldn’t help but indulge his lips against yours, relishing this as it was his last. This every amorous moment felt warm and inviting.
With his finger still moist with your wet slick, he pushes you deeper into the mattress, snaking his hands beneath your legs. His lips trail up your thighs, planting soft kisses against the skin. He bats his lashes, observing your frame relaxing in his tender touch.
“Do you know the most cherishable prize I’ve won from all my gambles?”
what about friends w benefits w aventurine but he's actually in love or something idkk im just love with ur writing♡(> ਊ <)♡
・✶ ｡ synopsis — aventurine and you have sworn that your special relationship would never cross the most important line <3
warnings — fwb, spooning position, big dick aventurine is in love, fem! reader <3
aventurine lays behind you as his nose silently forges a road up your neck and behind your ear for his lips to swiftly follow— for once, he controls himself and leisurely drapes one arm around your waist, pressing your back against his cold chest.
you cannot see it, yet his eyes glint with that familiar mix of curiosity and, well, something else— something deeper that he never voiced nor actually planned to voice at all.
since your arrangement had been clear from the start;
friends with benefits, point blank, in fact, it helped the both of you let go of much needed steam every now and then— it's perfect, truly, if feelings aren't involved that is.
yet here it began, because every time you were together there was an unspoken tension on his part, a feeling he couldn't quite place.
he strokes over your waist now, his touch lingering way longer than necessary as he slowly lined himself up with your heat, "you feel a little tense," he whispers, voice soft, heart beating.
as he inserts his tip, his fingers trail down your bare back, sending a multitude of shivers across your skin as you immediately lean back into his touch, craving the comfort and the thrill— the somewhat exciting thought of being intimate with a man like aventurine himself yet keeping it hidden from outsiders, even from your own emotions.
as his hands roamed over your body, exploring familiar territory, you felt the practiced ease of your routine and just how well he knew you by now— not only that, but your body.
ugh, when he preaches his cock through you for the very first time this time you moan out instantly, it makes him groan too, you know, even louder when you gets breathless from the pressure building in your stomach.
far away from your sight, there was always an underlying tenderness in his actions, a carefulness that contradicted the casual nature of your relationship, "e-enjoying yourself?" he drawls, his voice low.
if he could only tell you just how beautiful you are without making it sound weird.
you grind back as he squeezed your ass, hard, against his palm— that's more like it, that's how you like it and how your special friendship should be like, aventurine knows, he needs to know.
you grind against his pelvis, circling your hips, fucking back into him without pattern and turning into an embarrassing mess of moans and whimpers.
you whine, trying to escape the hot curl and fluttering in your chest, "always with you, you know t-that."
and yeah, that's something he loves to hear— next to pressing and thrusting into your cunt until he feels your slick slither down his shaft and oh? having his fingers on your clit too? making you feel so good.
aventurine cannot stop himself anymore, with hunger he rolls and rubs his fingers harder against your clit, faster, ignoring the twinge in his wrist as you began to mercilessly shake against his chest, circling your hips and squeezing him with your hole.
it's so filthy, having his spit coat and mark you up while his thick cock snapped you open in each and every thrust of his— and you always knew it'll hurt a little whenever he twitches within your walls, he must hurt with a size like that, in fact, just looking at him and you'd immediately know he's packed down there.
in spite of fact something behind your sight happens— because you see, his gaze softens for a moment, and there it was, a flicker of something he always tries to hide— a deep, unspoken affection that fuck, damn it, he was in love, aventurine fucking loved you.
he began to kiss your neck more furiously, kiss, suck and bite it— then go slower again, messily lap and add enough saliva on your skin so it'd glow even through the shadowed bedroom as to savor this very moment.
sheer unawareness covers the deepest truths— while love, lust and passion, all formed to dust in order to keep your friendship going for as long as he was able to would not resort in any problems.
no trouble, correct? if only you knew how it has been killing him inside.
Hi I hope you're having a nice day. So being shared between Ratio and Aventurine. What if reader prefer one another like in a emotional relationship + physical relationship + during sex. Like we prefer and like Aventurine more than Ratio; constantly cling around keeping Aventurine company all the time and only wanting to be in bed with Aventurine which is super obvious, but when we're with Ratio we're very unaffectionate towards him, not affectionate and loving like when we're with Aventurine. And reversed with liking ratio more than Aven
This dynamic is delicious, isn’t it? 🤤 Ratio looks so stern... you can't help but turn to the arms of the gentler one...
Ratio is not happy with this and will be harsher on you…
Aventurine and Ratio share you. Not the exact "Monday is yours, Thursday is mine" kind of thing, but a casual sharing. It all depends on their mood and decision at the time. So, it's obvious that you prefer Aventurine. You always nuzzled your face into the gambler's chest, looked at him, shook his arm (even obediently put on that super revealing outfit, put on bunny ears, or let him decorate your body with jewelry ).
But when it's Ratio's turn, you always show reluctance and endure without emotion. Ratio thought that reading a book to you was a very indulgent act of intimacy, but you were drowsy. You pouted and sighed, not appreciating his intellectual questioning and sharing of knowledge. What's unforgivable is that when the gambler calls you, your eyes light up, you jump off his lap and run to him.
You little idiot. There is no requirement for wisdom. Only interested in capitalist fetishism.
He watched you with your hands spread wide, bouncing on Aventurine's cock with overwhelming pleasure. That's definitely not fair, right? After all, both he and he have restricted your freedom, why do you only show your feelings to one of them…? Just because that gambler can talk sweet talk…? If grandiose words attract you, then you are superficial. He accused you inwardly, frowning.
You need correction, no doubt about it. Aventurine had no objections. Put you on Ratio's lap. His harsh palm is branding your ass. Smack smack. You were squirming and sobbing, "I-I'm sorry!" After the spanking, you sat on him with your legs spread wide, your private parts rubbing his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks. There will be "training" for the next few hours. You must look him in the eyes without looking away for a second, and without asking for help from that cunning gambler.
It's about how you respect the Veritas Ratio, after all. (You couldn't look away, so you didn't notice Aventurine stroking his cock.)
you realize aventurine will do anything to chase the high that comes with adrenaline.
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"do you like it? i picked it up from a friend on my travels."
aventurine waits for your reaction as he hands you the velvet case. you hold up the revolver. not sure of the make or model. it looked like an antique- but very recently refurbished. the manufacturer was from another planet. they didn't even make these anymore, as aventurine had bragged to you.
"its heavy? is it real?"
you hold the weapon in your palm, feeling the weight of it. your gaze travels from the leather handle along the barrel and muzzle, watching as the metal glinted in the light as you passed it back to aventurine.
you felt uneasy seeing him load the chamber with a few rounds from his pocket. was he planning on using those?
he smiles at you as he loads the last round, gives it a spin and pops the chamber back in place with a click. he lets out a bark of laughter at the sound and the way you flinch.
"yeah..." that sounded like money, he emphasizes with a sigh, throwing his head back and taking in a deep exhale.
he aims his sights on you now, stepping closer with the gun in tow and you eye him with uncertainty. you trusted him, no doubt. but he'd never mentioned his interest in guns before. you wondered how much experience he had with shooting.
he seems to read your thoughts, offering you a laugh.
"i've won a few thousand with this little party trick here. a couple guys throw cash in a pile and we pass it around."
"and do what?" you question. you had this gnawing, anxious feeling that told you you already knew the answer. you hoped you were wrong.
aventurine looks over his sunglasses with amusement. like an idea had just formed in his head.
"come here babe.. why don't you let me show you?"
you nervously take a step towards him, but you're swept off your feet instantly. he holds you by the waist, as if you were dancing- and places the gun right between your eyes. you whimper as he puts his finger on the trigger. everything happening too fast for your brain to register and you panic- begging him not to do it.
he lowers the revolver when he sees the raw fear in your eyes. you were really scared just now. it stirs up something inside of him seeing you like that, and he runs his tongue over his teeth.
"don't worry... i'd never let you play with this."
he seems to wave off the idea for now, but its clear this interaction has scratched an itch inside his brain. a place deep inside of him that liked seeing your shocked, fearful expression. he wanted to see how your face looked dripping with tears. the thought alone made him shiver. though he needs to calm you down a little before he can try what he wants to do next. he shushes your soft cries, rubbing your back and putting on a softer, gentle tone.
"babe, don't look so scared.. look, i'll show you there's not really much to it."
he places the revolver against his temple, pulling the trigger with no regard and you scream in horror. fully expecting to be painted with his brains and carnage when his head exploded. aventurine howls with laughter at your reaction, pulling you close by your waist to press your lips together. he speaks to you in that infuriatingly affectionate tone, the one he puts on when he knows you're upset with him. he rubs his nose against your face, breathing in your scent and placing kisses against your cheek and neck.
"mmm... you're so cute, you know that? what? did you really think i'd die? hmm?"
you whimper against his lips and shove at his chest, cursing at him and swearing you couldn't do this anymore. bringing up his shortcomings and all the times he'd left you to worry.
he doesn't let you go, kissing you roughly against the side of your face, and letting go so hard that you fall to the ground. he stands over you, offering you his hand.
"awww.. you don't mean that, baby. we both know that. come here.."
you swear you could hate him. he doesn't even take your threats to leave him seriously. you want to smack his hand away. especially the one still holding the revolver. what was wrong with him?
he sits back in a chair at the table, watching you from above. you looked good like that on your knees. he leans forward, tucking your hair behind your ear and he sighs.
"do you have any idea what you do to me?"
you get an idea what he means when he pulls you closer, immediately guiding your hand between his legs, pressing your palm flat against the strained fabric. his breathing quickens and he pushes up against the feeling of your hand, twirling the revolver at the same time.
you start to question him, but he's a step ahead of you. unfastening his leather belt, and spreading his knees apart. he gives you a pathetic, pleading look- one you'd seen so many times before. he wanted you to take care of him. you hated that it actually worked.
you sigh deeply, but you quickly get to work, pulling his zipper open and fumbling with the fabric of his boxers, the designer name printed on the waistband. you slide it down until his cock is freed. he's already rock hard.
he kisses the top of your head affectionately, praising you as he smooths a hand over your hair. you always treated him so well, he didn't deserve you. he swore he'd buy you a boquet of roses and take you to the most expensive restaurant in the galaxy after this.
you'd heard it all before. you give him a hum in reply, taking him into your mouth.
as you work him with your lips and tongue, aventurine gets increasingly more and more vocal. his shallow breaths, and soft curses, along with the metal clinking of the revolver in his hand. you'd nearly forgotten he was still holding it until you swear you hear a click.
you aren't able to pull away, aventurine placing a firm hand into your hair to hold your head down, his hips pushing forward to slide his cock deeper into your mouth. you try to breathe calmly through your nose. thinking maybe you'd misheard something. what was he doing? you try to tap his thigh, but he seems unwilling to stop now.
"d-don't stop... ah... k-keep going, baby. yeah... just like that..."
after a moment, you hear the click again, and you flinch. you whimper, trying to figure out what's going on, but aventurine begins to thrust into your mouth, holding you down as his cock hits the back of your throat. he moans, and stutters out something about being close, and you hear another click.
you start to sob softly, realization hitting you like a train. he was holding the gun to his head again.
you pray silently that the chamber is empty each time he decides to keep up this insane adrenaline chase. aventurine wipes away your tears, bringing them up to his tongue, moaning at the taste. and you feel the way he twitches, his cock pulsating on the flat of your tongue, the salty remnants of precum starting to leak and fill your tastebuds.
you hear the gun click one last time and aventurine lets out a guttural groan as he spills himself into your mouth, pressing your head down as far as possible. you hold his thighs, trying to swallow it down and pull in oxygen through your nose.
he breathes deeply, giving a few weak thrusts into your mouth until he's spent, taking his hand off of your head and you pull his half-hard member out of your mouth with a pop, gasping for air. you cough, wiping away your tears, and you see him wiping the sweat from his brow. the revolver still hangs from his hand, and he whistles.
"shit, baby.. that was incredible.."
he tucks himself back into his pants, finally noticing your discomfort. and he reaches out to pull you close, taking a silk handkerchief from his jacket embroidered with his name, gently wiping your face.
"awww.. you poor thing.. you're a mess, you know that?"
you try to slap his hands away, but he only hugs you tighter, peppering your face in unwanted kisses- and you feel your anger growing red-hot.
"what? don't be like that! i told you i've done this before! don't you trust me?"
you look away as he strokes your face apologetically with his gloved fingers, whispering words of affection between his kisses- swearing this would be the last time he made you worry.
but you knew better. the cold feeling of his gold rings against your face- and the sound of the gun he hadn't placed down near your ear did little to comfort you.
TW: non-con, mean, lots of punishment, sorry I'm a masochist 😔😌
So…I can't help but think how similar Ratio and Aventurine are in giving confusing punishment instructions…well, assuming you did something wrong, for Aventurine that would be a random excuse, for Ratio it would be because: you are not reading and wasting your time doing things you like.
And then…you have to face your punishment. Aventurine sighed like he didn't mean to do this. It's unfortunate that you forced him to do this. He explains to you the rules of choosing a punishment, like gambling. If your die lands more than 4 then it's 10 minutes spanking, if only 1 it's 20 minutes spanking + edging, 3 is 20 minutes spanking + over stimulation, if 2? Yeah, okay, he will only spank you for 8 minutes. If you win 3 numbers from his lottery ticket you avoid the penalty, and if you win 2 numbers you win a dildo and a ribbon to tie your hands! You are always so confused when you listen…
This punishment, that punishment.
There’s also the orgasm challenge I mentioned before. If you don't cum within the time limit, you'll keep getting creampied, but the orgasm will be against your will. Imagine you are being face to face with Aventurine. His cock was buried deep in the warm wetness of your vagina and thrust in and out, almost bruising your cervix. You were crying, your areola bulging under his thumb, a little sweat on your skin, glistening in the light.
There is also a timer placed next to you. You turned your head away, noticing that there was not much time left, but Aventurine deliberately slowed down the pace of his thrusts, grinning to see how you would respond. If you don't want to be creampied for the rest of the night, you have to be smart about your arousal. You move your hand to your clit, trying to rub it, but he puts your hands back above your head while rocking his waist back and forth, pressing his balls against your quivering petals.
"No cheating."
Your tears were building, "P-please. Aventurine, I…"
"Uh-oh, last 30 seconds," he announced easily. You watched in horror as the seconds ticked by, urging your body towards orgasm. You cooperate, but Aventurine stops moving, just watching you passionately ravaging yourself with his cock. He counts down.
"10- 9- 8- 7-"
You trembled, curled your toes, and bounced up, pretending to orgasm on his cock, then exhaled. He smiled. "Fake orgasm. You really think I can't tell? You used to scream and squirt."
"No-I'm serious-" You bit your lip, defending yourself.
"Yeah, now the next round begins. You win your own creampie." He started thrusting again, hearing your whimper drowned in the moans, immersed in the whirlpool.
Eh, it's really late at night😴 I can't write the Ratio part. That's it for today.
Hi!! I've been reading your first for awhile and I think you're such a great writer and I was wondering if I could request a yandere Sunday/welt/jingyuan/blade where the reader has depression and how they'd handle it? You could add anything you like :) thank you!
Thank you sm for the compliment. I'm so glad someone enjoys my works <333 Tbh I don't find my writing good cuz my English isn't so good for writing ;-; also when i writing this on google docs it was like 7 pages long.
Warning: 2.7K words, A bit affectionate in Jing Yuan and Aventurines part, manipulation, abuse of power, gaslighting, emotional abuse,
Info at bottom
Pairing: (Yandere) Sunday, Welt, Jing Yuan, Blade, Aventurine x Reader
Sunday Sunday wouldn't be able to handle it well, but instead, he would unintentionally cause further damage to your mental state. It’s elusive getting you to cooperate with his subjectives. He couldn’t quite bring himself to understand why you aimlessly slumber like this, showing little to no affection and he deluges you with this subjective perfect life. You were in a gilded cage ornate into a display of artwork, but to Sunday you’ll always be that vulnerable bird, needing guidance and protection. He couldn’t grasp the idea of why you still yearn for freedom when he can provide you with everything you desire.
You reminded Sunday of the time when he and his sister Robin once took a weak bird under their wing. The bird is like you; too weak and vulnerable for this cruel reality. Yet, his subjective never appealed to your line of reasoning. To you, people are meant to make their own choices and yearn for the touch of freedom. But to him the weak must be helped and preserved by the strong and by that you’re weak.
Instead of offering you normal support and seeking treatment for you he would isolate you further, making watch of your every movement and ensuring you’re always in his presence every second.
To Sunday he couldn’t just let you go now, not after all his sacrifices and efforts to hold you captive in his presence. He started to lie and twisted his thoughts into believing that this is the only path to achieve mutual happiness and to ensure your safety. Yet, it further broke him even though you refuse to make and remain apathetic with him. Your constant depression and lack of motivation left him feeling adrift. You rarely are able to take care of yourself anymore leaving him completely lost.
All he can hope is for you to develop Stockholm syndrome. He prays that your depression and lack of happiness will lead you to believe he’s the only one who can mend the wounds on your heart, filling any empty void.
“Please stop lying on the bed. You’ve been there all day. You know that’s far from healthy and will only worsen your state,” he silently pleaded with you hoping by any miracle you would follow through. This constant isolation he put you through has been driving both you and him mad. But in the end, you lost all light in you. No longer able to plead with him any further for salvation.
You can just simply close your eyes falling further back into nihility.
“Please, my dear, you can't keep doing this to me… to yourself-”
‘I’m fine, ' you snapped. How his heart ached at your indifference.
“No, you’re not okay. Your behavior is absolutely absurd!” he remained unfalter on the edge of the bed next to you. Sunday’s mind ran blink on ways to save you from deluging any further in depression. He could release you, but he’s scared the moment he does. You would leave him forever like the bird he and his sister raised.
He leaned in, brushing your hair aside to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. He will continue to keep you here with him indefinitely, trying to keep his own sanity intact as well as yours. He only remains resolute to keep you here with him, refusing to open his eyes and acknowledge his wrongdoings.
“It’s not a sin. I’m doing this for the greater good.”
I believe Yandere Sunday is just manipulative in wanting to keep you, he’s no sadist but I also believe he cares a whole lot about his public image which is now RUINED! Sunday would be a good lover if you comply or not obsessed over you. Sunday would be the type to say, "Oh my days." :)
Welt During his lifetime Welt had witnessed a lot and many tragedies. Despite his knowledge and understanding of the consequences of his actions, he couldn’t suppress his urges when it came to you. Welt always made sure to keep a watchful eye over you, safeguarding you from any troubles. He would usually spend a lot of his time watching over you and observing any anomalous behavior from you.
One sudden day he started noticing you developing odd behaviors and your daily schedule becoming a trouble. You also started to develop a habit of dissociating away from your peers, he was no exception. This unusual behavior disturbs him because it meant he can’t keep a close eye on you.
Now I feel how he’ll handle this can go two ways: He seeks immediate professional help for you OR tries to handle this situation himself. The reason why Welt would try to handle this situation himself is to prevent you from becoming self-aware. To Welt, becoming self-aware poses a challenge to him as you’re more aware and knowledgeable of your surroundings and who is around you. He would do everything in his power to leave you clueless and thoughtless towards your surroundings so you don’t become aware of any manipulation he inflicted on you in the past.
Manipulation such as convincing you to stay with the Astral Express by his side 24/7. Welt truly cares about you and needs to see you heal. To him you’re the light in the room full of darkness in his heart. Every time you smile, laugh even when you’re clumsy or mess up he can’t help but smile, feeling relaxed near your presence. Even if you're not the brightest person you still light and warm up his heart.
“Are you alright?” he asks, raising a brow as the bottom of his cane taps the floor behind you. Deep down he knows the answer and urges you to tell him the truth, finding comfort in his presence like he does in yours.
“I’m alright,” you intensity waiver him away.
Unfazed by your response, he persisted, “You really don’t need to pretend, around me.”
If you do manage to admit and confess your feelings he would categorize it as depression. Welt will immediately try and cheer you up, letting March, Dang Heng and Stelle; his trusted companions around you. He will try every day to lift your spirits even letting you choose where to go for the next trailblazing expeditions.
Welt attempts to educate himself more on the topic of depression, so he can create a safe environment for you. Although he might not exactly provide professional help he will solve it ethically.
Lol I can't see Welt keeping you captive. He would probably pressure you or convince you to join the Astral Express so he can keep a close eye on you. He's very careful when being possessive over you. Himeko and Dan Heng can catch on quickly so he would try to make you fall in love with him.
Jing Yuan Jing Yuan, a high achieving General, a man who no one can hate personally, aged over 600 years and has experience of yearning over the dead and betrayals. As he watched you drift into the endless abyss of sadness he could not help but share in your sorrow. All he truly wanted for you was your happiness and safety, including your undying love and attention.
Yet this draining illness simply wouldn’t allow that for you. Jing Yuan is a man who is willing to go to extreme lengths in pursuit of your happiness which only he should be the one serving. Yet under one condition, he’s willing to do things that go against your happiness just so he can satisfy his impulsive desires.
“I love you so so much. Please don’t be sad,” he murmured softly into your eyes, biting down gently on the top of your ears, which sent shivers down your body in a sensual way. He twirls the end of your hair with his fingers holding you against his embrace.
You continue to stare out into the distance, while his fingers play with the ends of your hair.
“If there’s anything you must need…. Please,” he implored in your ears from behind. The warm breath on your neck, “Tell me. I care about you and you know that.” his arms wrap around your waist telling you you’re all for him alone, all while he nuzzles his head against your shoulders. His white fluffy strands of hair tickle up against your cheekbone.
If you ever found yourself in his custody and requested freedom, he would by all means exploit rapid, white little lies.
"Recently, there have been reports of numerous mara-struck soldiers on the loose. 36 tragedies have resulted from these mara strikes," he warns, emphasizing the fake danger outside. "Luofu might need to go into lockdown, so it's safest for you to stay here with me."
He soon begins to take into account your condition growing rapidly worse. Your depression started to overtake your everyday life. That’s when he knew this was severe. Although sometimes delusional, he does take into account his mistakes.
“I arranged us a date, a vacation even! It’s been many years since I left Luofu for anything other than urgent matters.”
You smiled and nodded profusely in agreement. This smile and small action deluges his heart with warm sweet love <3 How his heart jumps and flutters like a butterfly because of you. If you don’t get any better he will hire and get you an appointment with the best psychologist.
Jing Yuan just wants the best for you wholeheartedly and truly. If he does kidnap and detain you, it’s because of his impulsive actions to keep you for himself. There will be no other 4th betrayal or the 4th person to pay the price.
Blade Blade’s cold demeanor and sharp eyes were enough to sway anyone away; he never believed himself capable of love or being a good partner in general. Some people in this cosmos were simply not cut out to be in a relationship, or so he believed since his journey began with the thought of death lingering in his mind.
Yingxing would have been a more suitable man in a relationship, but Blade? He doubts on the idea of love and interest. Yet, when he laid eyes on you he couldn’t ignore the strange stinging of an electric sensation in his heart. He wanted to delve deeper into this unusual sensation he was feeling. Although he knew he could never truly reveal himself.
Who wouldn’t recognize a man whose bounty is worth 8.13 billion credits? At least he has a good credit score unlike me (╥﹏╥) Blade slowly started by stalking you, falling deeper into the spiral of love and obsession. He knew with his records you could never reciprocate his feelings.
He restored to drastic measures, keeping you in his custody. It’s difficult to say he’ll treat you top-notch. Being under his care seemed more like a physiological experiment. Providing you with basic needs while expecting obedience, as if conducting an experiment.
Blade never once will lay a hand on you, raise his voice at you, only expressing annoyance through small grunts and groans. However, the isolation drove you quickly to the brink of insanity. Every day, waking up to a meal, lack of interaction; he would simply stare down at you as you chew on the food he provided. You even lack social interaction with your kidnapper. The daily routine went on, like a trap in an asylum.
His cold gaze lingered on you, studying your every move, all while silently making mental notes of your behavior. If you did fall into depression he wouldn’t recognize it immediately, attributing it to your natural state or how you express disappointment.
Every tear shed or harsh remark towards him is met with silent observation, perceiving it as a natural reaction. Only when severe signs startsd occurring; refusing to eat or neglecting basic hygiene, did Blade acknowledge something was amiss.
He attempts to coax you with better-tasting meals, even dessert. If you die from starvation how else will he get the same sensation he feels when around you? This strange sensation in his heart is much more desirable than death.
“Eat it, you mustn’t starve yourself,” he says nonchalantly, placing a bowl of Mapo Tofu and a small portion of rice before you.
“Just leave me alone.”
“Eat it.”
“No.”
Blade shot you a deadly glare, his intimidation palpable, urging you to reluctantly pick up the chopstick. Blade’s method or strange way of love worsens your condition. I think with Blade you probably wouldn’t relieve yourself from the chains of depression. Yet I also do believe Blade will try to understand your mental state yet fail.
If Blade were to love; he would start by, placing a hand on your shoulders and gently massaging your shoulder blade as you ate. The thought of Blade saying “I love You,” seems inconceivable, but he’d probably say it underneath his breath.
“Do now dwell in longingness for too long,” he muttered against your ears, perhaps the most motivational phrase he said to you since the decline in your mental state began. Although he won’t admit upfront he loves and feels affection toward you, his demeanor is more relaxed around you and his sharp intense eyes soften at your presence.
How to help a depressed person 101: The reader is Blade trying to figure out what’s causing you this and how to help you.
Aventurine From the moment Aventurine first laid eyes on you, he knew exactly what he wanted for the rest of his life. He had always felt most alive when gambling at high stakes, but being near you brought a sensation even more profound; a mix of obsession and love washed over him.
When you begin to struggle with depression, Aventurine tries everything to lift up your spirits by lavishing you with extravagant gifts, hoping they would bring you happiness. Yet the joy was only ephemeral and wasn’t what he truly desired. What he craved was not only your happiness but also your love and affection.
He couldn’t bring it into words but, your presence was like an addictive drug he constantly craved for. His dopamine goes crazy near you, almost exploding his brain. There was something about you that he yearned to possess and preserve for himself.
“Sweetheart, I brought you this exclusive necklace,” he announced from behind, presenting the box to you.
Your face lights up only momentarily at each lavish gift presented to you, but as gifts keep coming, their extravagance holds little value. Aventurine could only find himself lost. What could he do now since he can’t seem to please you any further with his riches?
To him, his identity revolves around his wealth and luck, without the appeal towards money, he feared that he held no more value in your life. He wished you found solace in him as he did towards you.
“Is something the matter?” he asked anxiously, feeling you slip away further despite all his efforts. You’re his safe haven but he can’t fathom why he’s not your after all of his efforts.
“I’m fine,” a transparent white lie escapes your lips.
“That’s a blatant lie,” he frowned, wrapping his right arm around your waist and pulling you in closer to him while on the bed. “Please, tell me the truth. I’ll buy you anything you want,” he continues coaxing you with the power of money.
“I’m okay,” you continue to refuse despite his effort.
Aventurine hesitates to pressure you any further, fearing that you’ll start to withdraw from him completely. He would insist, forcing you into therapy, though each session came with a price because nothing in this universe is free.
With Aventurine’s dirty money he coaxes the therapist to make every session involve him in some way while actually helping you. With the power of money, the therapist starts to manipulate you into seeking comfort, and attention from Aventurine. Every session ended with something about Aventurine, so he can linger in your thoughts.
Slowly, you began to heal, finding yourself drawn to Aventurine's presence. He welcomed this, craving pleasure since he- himself is constantly drawn to you every second.
"How are you feeling?" he asked gently, his arm draped around you as you both lounged on plush casino's cushion.
"Better," you replied softly.
He smiled at your response, knowing it was what he wanted to hear. Finally, he was becoming your safe place, just as he had always hoped.
His hand gently massaged your back, drawing you closer until your lips were almost touching.
"Is that so?" he grinned, closing the gap with a tender kiss, savoring the sweetness of the moment. As he pulled back, staring at your bashfulness, he brushed your hair behind your ear and whispered, "If I win this, I'll buy you everything you desire."
P.S: I'm going to sleep after this but idk much about Welt despite playing hi3 since near release date. I also like keep character in character but Yandere or any NSFW +18 works are probably gonna be ooc.
Sorry this took so long I'm Trying to get my life back together :(
Mental Health
I take mental health seriously since I’m studying to become an expert in the medical field for mental health! If you’re ever in need of help please ask a trusted adult or seek help right away before it becomes worse! Just know mental health doesn’t make you a bad person but rather you’re suffering and depression is also an illness.
Everyone is allowed treatment no matter what.
pov you're in the trenches and i just lobbed this fanart of @yinyuedijun 's "zero-sum game" fic at you because it's none of my business anymore!! take it away from me!!! 三（＞д＜）/
anyway i highly recommend you read the fic (mind the warnings) uwu
a big thank you to mao for letting us read their writing for FREE!!! :screaming:
What if reader has turned into a kitten or a cat? How will the hsr boys react to that?
(got this idea from this post https://www.tumblr.com/matchaitham/717357559079665664/how-un-fur-tunate?source=share )
Pairing: Aventurine, Jing Yuan, Dr Ratio
Aventurine(Kakavasha)
Would spoil you with a luxury cat life.
How could this have happened?! Aventurine was just on a peaceful stroll around the IPC headquarters when a sudden peculiar cat perched its head out of the corner and started tailing him. Who allowed the cat in this building? Topaz? Oh, he wouldn’t be surprised.
Unlike Topaz Aventurine was never too fond of animals himself. It’s never that he dislikes animals but rather he feels indifferent towards pets. Yet for some reason, this cat held his regard.
“Meow~” the cat's eyes falter before Aventurine’s presence.
“Are you talking to me, kitty?”
“Meow”
“Mh? Is there something you want to say, pretty kitty?”
“Meow!♡”
Communication was harder than he anticipated, but the urgency in the cat and anomalous behavior were enough evidence that he should follow through.
“Look here, Little Kitty,” he heaved a sigh, “I really don’t have the time for this. I need to go back to work,” he gently cushioned your head between his palms so he could feel the softness of the cat fur.
But in the end, despite all his protesting, Aventurine yielded to the cat’s insistence. Aventurine trailed behind the cat into his beloved bedroom. Strange why would this cat bring him into your shared room with him? The cat directed its attention to a portrait featuring both you and Aventurine, suddenly it all clicked to Aventurine. You are the cat!
“Kitty, what do you mean? Yes, I know my sweetheart is beautiful,” he would tease you pretending he didn’t catch on to what you were trying to hint. He watched the panic arise on your kitty's face.
“Meow!”
“Just playing, sweetheart,” he knelt down, opening his arm for your embrace, “Come here you good, little kitty! Aren’t you just a clever kitty?” his fingers scratched behind one of your fluffy ears. “God, you’re adorable and lovely even as a cat.”
You profusely let out meows while in Aventurine’s embrace. You would hiss at Aventurine whenever he tried feeding you cat food.
“Well, aren’t you feeling a little feisty today, sweetheart? Okay okay, I’ll get you back in no time”
He would prodigal you in luxurious cat beds and toys, even if he realizes or knows he’ll have to turn you back into your true self sooner or later. He just wants to embrace this special moment he has with you. Plus he knows he wouldn’t be able to have you stay a cat forever. You’re his lover, not his pet. Boom! Now he adores cats! Whenever he sees a cat he would think back to the situation between you and him.
Jing Yuan
He would find this situation adorable and silly.
Jing Yuan strolled around his garden frowning and sighing at the weeds hanging around his garden. A sudden cat perched at his feet. His thoughts immediately wandered to Mimi, yet he knew it couldn’t be her.
“Meow~”
He gently patted the cat’s head as it nuzzled against his fingers, looking up at him with familiar eyes. It was uncanny how much this cat resembled you in his head. Jing Yuan couldn’t help but chuckle to himself thinking about how’d you react when he introduced this cat to you.
“I’m sure my love would adore you,” he muttered, scratching the cat’s chin. He couldn’t help but bring himself to smile every time the cat nuzzled, brushing his head against his touch. Such an affectionate cat.
“Meow Meow!” The cat darted off expecting Jing Yuan to follow behind. Amused by its anomalous behavior, he let this little feline lead him to the bushes.
There, he watched the cat retrieve his lover’s phone, attempting to unlock your phone. The cat meowed trying to convey a message to him as a form of communication. Jing Yuan observed the strange cat’s behavior and was intrigued by the cat’s intelligence.
Before you the cat could succeed he takes the phone away from your captive. “Sorry, kitty. I need to return this to my lover,” his eyes stay falter, stretching the cat’s chin.
“Meow!” you hissed at him trying to get him to understand you ARE the cat, yet communicating with him was inefficient.
“General!” A high-pitched voice interrupted, and a purple dragon girl appeared, recognizing her as Bailu, rushing up to Jing Yuan in panic. “I-I turned your lover into a Cat! I’m so sorry!” Bailu pleaded.
“Mhhh… how fortuitous, “ he mused, his eyes relaxing on your small frame.
“I’m so sorry General! I was giving them medicine because they came in sick! I gave them something else by accident!” Bailu continued pleading with Jing Yuan, even if she knew the General was too kind to mind.
Jing Yuan can only chuckle, kneeing to your level and patting your head. “How unfortunate, yet how adorable. I’m sure we can fix this in no time,” he scooped you up in his arms, “Right my love?”
“Meow!”
He found himself adoring every moment spent with you while you’re a cat. He even prodigal a lot of cat toys and beds for you to feel comfortable. Of course, you still choose the bed with him. When you turn back into your former self, he’ll adopt a cat who looks just like you!
Veritas Ratio
Let’s say he’s certainly not the brightest when you do.
Ratio would cast you a disapproving look eyeing you up and down, as you can only meow at his direction. You had somehow shifted yourself into one of Ruan Mei’s creations while messing around with the Liveform Oven, creating new Cake Cats. Due to the potential danger, Ruan Mei had to return you over to Ratio for your safety.
“You imbecile,” was the first response he came up with seeing your circumstances. He surveyed you nestling in your cake as if it’s your bed which it technically is. He shook his head in disappointment as all you could mutter out were soft meows. “What am I ever going to do with your idiocy?”
“Meow~”
His heart falters at your meows. He couldn’t deny the unbearable adorableness, yet he would never express it to keep his ego intact.
Ruan Mei did assure him the effect would wear off in 60 system hours, but could he really handle 60 system hours of this? He was certainly not thrilled knowing it would slumber his intellect. Although harsh and overly honest on the outside he did have a weakness inside of his heart for you. Ratio is just an impatient man who sounds like him who cannot keep up. He never meant to offend anyone by being honest. Needless to say he certainly enjoyed it when you nap on his lap while he engrosses himself in a good book.
I wanna start improving my writing and wording, plus i really don't know my writing style. I never had a style or anything. I was also mid writing Boothill and stopped cause idk what to do for him. I love you Aventurine ur my new obession. Still loyal to Jing Yuan. I do proof read once but that's all.
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