Hey I just a fic of yours on AO3 and it was great but holy crap you have to take down the Kofi link you can't have any monetization advertised on there it violates the terms of service you can keep the tumblr link but the Kofi link is a big no no not trying to be mean but it's really important
Whoa wait, really?? Thanks for letting me know! I went ahead and fixed it so there are only Tumblr links on my stuff.
(Also thank you for liking the fic itself.)
When did they put the policy in to not allow linking ko-fi support for writers even in non-commission or non-paywall circumstances? I've seen people doing tip and even commission links directly in their fics for the past 9 years I've been on the site.
I went searching the ToS and such to try to find it listed cause I hadn't seen any warnings. Just found confirmation like you warned, but little info directly on the site beyond happening to know ao3 is non-profit and that a ko-fi link is considered commercial.
That's dangerous for people who don't know. Thanks again for letting me know. I guess this is also a warning to other writers.
Sometimes I worry that just being a writer isn't good enough anymore. Like any good writer also has to be a good artist to get any sort of traction.
It's so exhausting to draw again even if I feel I'm good at it. Perhaps I will try to get back into art but at a slower pace.
With that and my ambition to get into VR performance (once I can manage to afford FBT), I do hope I'm not taking on too much. Job applications haven't exactly been great with no callbacks in months either.
Just going to keep positive. Try not to think about the luxury of time running out.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Vox / Female Exorcist OC
Warnings: Hate Sex
-Complete- (One-Shot)
Full fic below if you prefer reading on here:
While Lute’s cry rang out upon Adam’s end by the knife of some lowly Sinner, another one of the Exorcists stood by. She had waited for her chance to strike, letting Adam deliver his line, and was intent on backing him up once the fight ramped back up, but when that blade stuck from his chest, she felt her hope shatter.
Fear gripped her chest, Trisha was a proud Exorcist much like the rest, but she looked upon her dead sisters and their fallen Adam. Even Lute took to returning to Heaven with only Adam’s halo in hand.
This battle was lost, and Lute did not ensure all her sisters returned with her.
Trisha was left behind.
Sustaining little damage in the fights, she managed to weave out of sight from the cannibals still prowling for stranglers in the aftermath. All she could do was try to find another way back into Heaven and escape this Hell she was left in. Even as the Hotel began rebuilding, she fled from the area to ensure she was not caught in the cleanup.
Escaping into the city with its many winding roads and alleyways, Trisha was no longer safe while Sinners and Demons roamed about their days. Little did she know, a buzz of a small device was tailing her since the Hotel with much interest. Even as she thought herself safe pressing her back to a cool wall between the tight buildings, she was being watched.
Disguises were not in her repertoire, being fit for battle and nothing else, Trisha only hid behind her mask still and tucked her wings as tight to her back as she could. It was all she could do, so deep in enemy territory and with only a simple dagger at her disposal. Despite the odds, her face was only filled with anger and resolve.
She was a warrior, a killer.
It did not take long for demons to find her, the buzz of a spy drone behind them as the device that had outed her presence. She did not know the man behind them, only that fish-like demons stood before her with wide smiles and weapons drawn.
“Come nicely, won’t you?” An octopus demon calls out at the front of the pack of men making their way down the hallway towards Trisha. Her wings bristled like a defensive cat, her mask emoting into a domineering look of disgust.
“Lowly demons, you know not what you trifle with,” was all she needed to say, and much to her weaponry style implication, she moved with a flash. Double angelic daggers come out from hidden sheathes and dig into the neck of the octopus demon before he even retorts, the blood spurting with thick ink, too.
“Get her! Don’t kill her though, boys!” Another demon shouts out just as she pushes off the demon she already dispatched, landing with grace and a cold look.
“No kill order, huh? Some sick freak wants me alive?” She questions with no answers given as the demons rush her. With a sigh, she shows them why she was one of the higher-ranking Exorcists.
Within moments, just one lowly fish demon remained, falling to his back as a slender knee pressed right into his neck to pin him. Above him, Trisha gazes down at him with detached emotion, her blade coming to lay close to his cheek. He trembles beneath her, the face she held not showing if she had sympathy even as an angel.
“P-Please I’m just a wor—”
“Who?” Is the question to flow from her lips smoothly and interrupting the demon’s pleas and give him confused pause. The blade comes closer to nick his cheekbone, the blood sizzling against the holy blade.
“I d-don’t know wh—what you mean!” He pleas, body squirming beneath her in some attempt to remove her pin despite the blade licking his skin.
“Who is so cowardly to send goons for an Exorcist?” She adds to her question, eyes showing the weight of her threat through a lidded stare. If she had not been splattered in demon blood, she would be gorgeous, but then again, to some that would only make her more so.
“It’s— I mean—” He hesitates as the blade digs into the soft flesh of his cheek, piercing in and threatening to go right into his mouth through it. “V-Vee—Vox! The Overlord!”
Her golden eyes light with interest at this notion, not keen on the hierarchy of this section of Hell and so she presses further, only upward to not pierce through the demon’s cheek. He lets out a scared whine.
“Where is this Overlord?” Another question comes out as cold as the others and her blade comes up to the demon’s eye, just tracing along the edge of his lid. He tries to flinch away only for her to grasp hold of his jaw and keep him there. “Where?”
“T-Th—The tower! Vee Tower! Voxtek!” He blurts out every name of the location, one of his arms darting out to point outward down the alleyway as cresting amidst the tall buildings she would see the largest tower around. A signature V sits upon it, and she hums in consideration to look at it.
“So, these Overlords want to play?” Her question comes out more to herself than the demon now, whimpering and sobbing coming from him below her. With a rough press of her dagger, she silences his woes with a quick death.
Standing up, blood dripping from her dagger and gazing up at this tower with a look of nothing left to lose, she smiles.
“The Extermination continues,” she says, her eyes lidding with a thrill as if she was still that Exorcist raining death upon the residents of Hell. That she was not just a lone angel alone in this city that outnumbered her.
If she was going to die here, she was going to go out with a bang.
--
Watching the whole scene, Vox leaned over his desk to the screen following the Exorcist in her waltz down the bloodied alleyway. He sighs, fingers intertwined in front of him and face showing mild annoyance.
“Oh, did the pretty little angel get away?” Comes the smooth voice of Valentino, sitting upon the desk at Vox’s side. It caused the Media Demon to scoff, a small glitch in his screen giving way to his true emotion. A pinch of fingers to the side of his screen pulls him from his silence as Valentino continues, “Come now, what is one pararito going to do, mi luz?”
“Not the point,” Vox sighs, pushing away the hand to lean back into his chair as the cameras shift location, attempting to follow the Exorcist on her sneaky trek through the back alleyways on a pathway to Vee Tower. “Just imagine what we could do with an angel.”
“Mmm, should let me have it for a bit if you do manage to grab it,” Valentino purrs and pushes himself up off the desk, “Until then, have fun with your little chase. Makes a good distraction from your silly spat with Alastor.”
“Do not mention him!” Vox hissed with a glitch of his screen, whipping back to watching Valentino waltz his way out of the monitoring office. All the moth demon did in response was a wave and sway of his hips.
“Tsk tsk, do keep eyes on the pararito.~” The reminder from Valentino has Vox look back to his screen to in fact see that his cameras had lost track of the Exorcist. A curse spats out of his mouth as he goes to press on buttons to each camera, swapping them around in search of where she went.
--
Upon following the directions of the thug she dispatched, Trisha found herself landing against the edge of one of the large windows of Vee Tower. Her angelic wings folded back behind her after her quiet landing. With a gaze inside, she could see obnoxious blue glows of both the shark within the large tank and the many monitors along the desk inside. She was unsure if she had been spotted yet after Vox lost sight of her on his cameras, but she still reached at the edges of the window to find a way to open it.
Inside the luxurious office, Vox's eyes were firmly fixed on the screens before him, his gaze flitting between each monitor, each showing various channels, and oblivious to Trisha's presence. He smirked slightly, his attention focused on the feeds showing different parts of Hell and beyond.
With a click, Trisha finally found a latch and began to pry open the window open. The sound of metal scratching could be heard before she slipped her way inside and with soft footsteps, landed inside. As the sound echoed through the office, Vox's attention was suddenly drawn away from his monitors and towards the source. He swiveled his chair around, eyes widening in surprise as they landed on Trisha.
The moment she saw that flat screen face turn towards her, she acted with her smile flicking on her lips. There was no hesitation as she closed the distance between them, intent on pinning the Overlord against his chair.
Taken aback by Trisha's sudden approach, Vox’s surprised expression quickly shifted into a smirk. He remained seated, not yet making a move to stop her. With his arms resting on the edge of the desk, he seemed more amused than threatened by her approaching form. His eyes flicked up and down, sizing her up as she neared.
Her elbow came to press against the front of Vox's throat and daggers in each hand as one came to tap the edge of that TV screen. "Smiling? Do you have a death wish, demon?" She questioned in a cold tone, taking in his unique features. Sinners were not too different from winners in how they took on their appearances, but she still found herself seeing how different each could be.
Vox's smirk faded as he felt Trisha's elbow press against his throat, an intimidating feeling that was quickly replaced by intrigue as he noted her daggers. His gaze flicked between the weapons and her face, sizing up his supposed opponent.
"A death wish? Oh, my dear, you know who you're talking to, right? I'm an Overlord, baby. I don't have a death wish, I'm just enjoying the show," he chuckled in response to her question, a hint of arrogance in his voice.
"Enjoying... the show?" She let the repeat of his statement lull from her lips, while she looked down at him with lidded, judgmental eyes. The tip of her angelic blade tapped against the plastic edge of his TV face. With how she pinned him against his chair, her knee came to rest upon the cushion next to his leg, partially straddling his waist now. "How perverse."
Vox chuckled at her words, unfazed by her cold tone and the tap of her blade on his face. "Perverse? Oh, you don't know the half of it, sweetheart. I deal in entertainment, it's what I do best. And right now, the show I'm enjoying is having you so close to me." He raised an eyebrow at her straddling one leg across his lap, his eyes wandering across her features.
Her mouth curled in disgust even if there was the faintest hint of red on those grey cheeks of hers. Through that unfeeling gaze, she scoffed at his lack of fear in her. Her wings gave a dangerous flutter behind her to see if it would get any reaction and she pressed her elbow harder into his throat.
"Watch your words, demon. You will be slain by my blade on this night."
Vox let out a sharp gasp as Trisha pressed harder against his throat, a slight flicker of unease crossing his features for a moment. Despite this, he quickly composed himself, a sly smirk returning to his lips.
"My words? Oh, I'm always watching my words, honey. And as for you killing me... well, I'd like to see you try."
"Try? Do you not see your position?" She snaps in a growl, her blade still not slicing any flesh, yet. If anything, she was hesitating; perhaps curious of the way this man was reacting to being threatened. Then her face grew stoic once more and she had a curious hum on her breath. "Then again, most of my kills have been quite boring. Just how will you prevent your death, pray tell?"
Vox chuckled at her question, his eyes narrowing as he met her gaze. Although he was pinned against his chair, he still kept a sly, arrogant air about him. "Prevent my death? I'm an Overlord, sweetheart. I've lasted in Hell for centuries, and I have a few tricks up my sleeve. You really think you can kill me that easily?"
"Yet all you do is yap your mouth. Maybe I should toy with my kill." A sadistic gleam flashes on her face, and she shoves at the back of his chair to force it to lay back flat, hitting the top of the desk that only serves to stabilize it. Now, she looms over him, setting both knees at either side of his hips in straddling him. Though her elbow moves away from his throat, she promptly stabs one of her daggers into the cushion of the chair just above his shoulder.
"If you struggle, maybe I will simply kill you like the lowly demon you’re acting like."
Vox's eyes widened in surprise as Trisha shoved his chair back, forcing him into a more vulnerable position. He gasped slightly as he found himself pinned down by her legs. He quickly composed himself, still trying to support an air of nonchalant confidence.
"Oho, getting feisty, are we? I like the feisty ones." He chuckled as he glanced at the dagger embedded in the chair, aware of the precarious position he was in.
"Oh?" A soft breath out showed how in control she knew she was, looking at this man beneath her now. She shifts back, sitting on his thighs while twirling her remaining dagger. With a lean back, she began to slide the tip down the front of that pristine suit of his.
Vox's breath hitched slightly as Trisha shifted back, her weight now resting on his thighs, pinning him further into his seat. His eyes flicked from her face down to the dagger she was wielding, watching as she slowly slid the tip of the blade down. He swallowed hard, acutely aware of the power dynamic that had drastically shifted.
"Y-You're playing a dangerous game, darling..."
"Am I? Are demons not used to this sort of situation?" She questioned coldly, tilting her head with the scene unfolding not phasing her in the slightest. She hooked her blade into the belt of his pants and yanked to smoothly cut through the leather and pop one of the buttons of his trousers.
Vox gasped as he felt the blade hook into the belt of his trousers, the sound of the leather being cut echoed in the ensuing silence between them. He swallowed hard again, his bravado beginning to falter slightly as he was pinned underneath her and his trousers now opened.
"A-And are angels used to this sort of situation?" He retorted, trying to keep his composure despite the predicament he found himself in.
"No," she answers simply, not questioning herself and how she was acting. Something about this sinner made her want to get more than just a kill. With her free hand, she pushed open the front of his pants and slipped her hand inside. "We are beings of purity and free of sin. If anything, I am simply cleansing you, no?"
Vox let out a sharp gasp as Trisha's hand slipped inside his trousers, his heart racing as he felt her gentle touch against his skin beneath the band of his boxer briefs. He let out a shaky breath, trying to keep his composure but failing.
"C-Cleansing... right, s-sure. Just a... cleansing." He swallowed again; his gaze fixed on hers as he struggled to keep his voice steady.
She paused in her advancement just at the base of his manhood and leaned back once more to begin to pull up her skirt to reach the hem of her leggings underneath. "You sound doubtful. Are you afraid of such a purifying touch, sinner?"
Vox watched with widened eyes as she began to pull up her skirt, revealing the hem of her leggings underneath. His throat went dry as he caught sight of more of her creamy skin, his mind racing. He tried to compose himself, but his voice betrayed him as he responded.
"A-Afraid? Me? I'm not afraid of anything, sweetheart. But, um, a purifying touch...? I hope you're not going to be too rough..."
To that, her smile widened to something more akin to a crazed and powerful demon than any Exorcist. In a skillful show of flexibility, she pulled both her panties and leggings down and off with an extra kick of her boots to the metal floor. Now, she sat bare on his thighs once more with a readjusting of the dagger still in her hand.
"I think you misunderstand the situation. I will be as rough as I wish with the likes of you, sinner."
Vox's breath hitched again as he watched, his eyes widening as he realized just how exposed she had left herself. His eyes fixed on her bare thighs now resting on his own. He swallowed hard, his voice almost a whisper, "I-I see... y-you're really not holding anything back, are you? You angels are more... dangerous than I thought..."
Another stab of the cushions comes as she plants the other dagger on the other side of him. Then, both her hands glide their way back down to slip into the opening of his pants. Not once does she remove her cold stare from his face, awaiting his reaction as she takes hold of the base of his length with skillful fingers beneath the cloth.
"Exorcists are designed to slay Sinners. I would be a failure if I were not dangerous."
Vox let out a sharp gasp at the second stab of the blade into the cushion, his heart racing as he felt her hands take hold of him. He tried to support his composure, but the feeling of her touch was almost electric. He swallowed hard again as he looked up at her, his voice soft and vulnerable, "Y-You're definitely not a failure in that department, darling. You're... very dangerous... in all the r-right ways..."
"The right ways you say?" Her words come up with a mocking tone while she lets her fingers glide down the length hardening beneath his pants. "You took this the wrong way and also you... became so passive. I did think an Overlord would put up more of a fight."
Vox's breath hitched as he felt her touch him in ways he would never have expected. His mind was clouded with a mix of pleasure and confusion. "I... I'm just not used to being on the p-passive side of things," he admitted, his voice low and strained, "You're not exactly being gentle, either... I suppose I didn't expect an exorcist to be so... intimate."
"Hah! Intimate-- I am using you as a toy, little sinner," she admits cruelly, continuing to grip the shaft of his length, letting it harden further still trapped by his pants. "And you are merely letting it happen. You are truly beyond saving."
Vox let out another gasp at her words, his breathing becoming more erratic as she continued her relentless handling of him. Despite the mixture of pleasure and humiliation, there was something in her cruelty that sent a wave of excitement through his body.
"T-Toy? Is that what I am to you... just a toy?" He panted, his voice betraying his desire for more of her touch. "Beyond saving, you say. I... suppose I don't mind too much. Heaven is overrated.”
"Pathetic," she spats at him while continuing to look down at how he gave so easily to her. Her hand worked faster, finally pulling him free from his opened fly and above the band of his boxer briefs. Her eyes flicked down at the sight, taking in the unique blue, glowing color like his face and yet with an unusual modification at the base. “How perverse…” She idly comments to the knotted base and tapered tip of his cock, hiding interest behind stoic emotions.
Vox's breath quickened as she continued her relentless touch, his mind overwhelmed by a mixture of pleasure and shame. He couldn't believe he was allowing himself to be jerked off by an Exorcist.
"What? Did the Overlord lose his voice? I thought a television would be chattier."
Vox gasped as she continued her attack on his senses, his mind feeling dizzy with pleasure. He panted, his voice coming out in strained huffs. "S-Sorry to disappoint, sweetheart," he managed to gasp out, his body shuddering under her touch and length twitching in full hardness.
She scoffs and releases him, scooting herself up with a hand resting on the armrest of his chair; the other tugging up her skirt. Beneath she reveals her bare slit and how it was already drenched despite how detached she portrayed herself to the situation.
"I have not even restrained your hands, yet you do nothing to stop me," she continued to mock him with an unimpressed arch of her brow.
Vox's eyes narrowed, his breath coming in short gasps when she repositions herself and his eyes flick down between her legs, mind racing with the heat building between them; her slit just barely shy of touching his aching length.
"S-Stopping you? I'm not sure I even have the-the strength to. Though if you do truly insist," he admits with a coy smile, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands finally move, claw tips gliding along those bared thighs of hers to soon settle just above her knees. It was like touching the finest silks, a forbidden skin of an Exorcist of all things.
"Hah! That is all from a great Overlord? You were so cocky and sure in those first few seconds when you let me pin you with ease. Not even any powers or fight?" That cold look finally shifted to something of disappointment now down at him.
Vox's face flushed with a mix of shame and frustration at her words. She was right, of course. He was supposed to be strong, to be powerful. Instead, here he was, completely at her mercy, unable to do anything to stop her from doing as she pleased with him. At least, from what it seemed his toothy grin held up with hidden confidence.
"I... I..." He stuttered, his voice small and almost pathetic, played up for certain. "I don't know what happened... I'm just... powerless... against you..."
"Sounds like an excuse," she hums in mock as if seeing through this ruse.
Vox grimaces, knowing she's right. He should have been able to stop her, to resist, but instead, he was just sitting there, powerless under her touch. And harder than he ever had been.
"It's not an... e-excuse," he protests weakly, trying to save at least some dignity. "I just... I can't explain it. I don't know what you've done to me, but I can't seem to fight back..."
"That so? And if I had hoped you would do something?"
Vox grits his teeth, his hands clenching into fists. He hates how cocky she is, how utterly in control she is of this situation. He's not used to being on the losing end like this. It made him hope she returned her touch to his throbbing cock.
"I don't need to do anything," he growls back at her, his voice full of anger, "You can sit there and feel powerful all you'd like, but I guarantee you're not going to get much further. I have no intention of letting you have your way with me."
“There’s those cocky threats,” she purrs, rewarding him in kind with a nice grip on the shaft of his length just above the knot yet to swell. His claws dig into her thighs, threatening to break that angelic skin as she raised herself just enough for the underside of his dick to kiss her slit. She merely taps it against herself at first in a thoughtful way, every touch sending builds of anticipation in the man beneath her.
“Get on with it,” Vox finally hisses through his teeth, breaking his pathetic act if only from needing her to progress. It causes her to pause, giving a feigned look of surprise, and much to his dismay, she releases him again.
Just before he complains, she lurches forward to lean over him in full, her face so close to his screen that fog forms on its surface. One hand goes to the handle of one of her daggers and the other slides up that small neck of Vox’s.
“Ordering me, worm?” Her voice dipped with laced threats and her hips rolled just to squeeze Vox’s cock between her mound and his abdomen. A stifled breath comes out of him, and he dares to go further by letting out… a chuckle.
“Only because you’re hesitating,” he confidently calls out and this gives Trisha pause and again he sees that oh-so-rare flash of pink upon her cheeks. It vanishes with a shake of her head and her hand darting down between them.
“Shut up, I did not say my toys could talk,” she growls, clearly showing that he hit some nerve, and her hips raise along with grasping at his dick to position herself just over the tip. Intending to slam down on it, she hovers instead with a gentle rub of the tip down and then back up her slit.
Her hard swallow did not escape Vox’s keen eyes, so tempted to lick at that neck just above him now while she was focused on glancing elsewhere.
“Oh, sweetheart, talking is my best quality though,” he smoothly speaks with a bold lean up just to brush his breath to her ear. Another tint of red hits said ear just before she whips a glare back down to him.
“We will see how long that lasts,” she says with her cracks closing up just as fast as they showed and finally the tip of his cock hooked at her entrance; then she lowered herself. The burn was delightful, not bothering to prepare beyond their verbal foreplay that had her stopping just barely the head’s length in.
Meanwhile, Vox let his head fall back with a curse under his breath, the glitch across his screen telling of how he enjoyed the tight squeeze at just the tip slipping in. A grin managed to reform at her lips, letting a hand fall to one of his shoulders and the other coming to rapt fingers along his screen’s edge.
“Did that shut you up?” The coo from her was enough to make him throb, his hands still lightly holding her thighs through this whole process.
In a raise of her hips, nearly causing the tapered tip to slip fully out, she starts to sink again, further this time and gathering more of her juices on him. As she continues this process, the both of them exchange only breaths. With the stretching burn on her end and the agonizing squeeze on his, it takes her a few more passes to feel herself filling to her limits.
“Only halfway?” Vox boldly claims, feeling the push of resistance already that earns him a deathly glare. Feeling the challenge, she pulls herself back up and slams down on his length enough to make them both gasp out. She only managed to be slightly off reaching the unswollen knot base before she began.
Her nails bunched his nice suit front as the other gripped the edge of his screen tighter and she started a deep and slow pace. That stoic expression masked her face again while she gave him sultry eyes, putting up that indifferent façade. Meanwhile, Vox let out an obscene moan at how beautifully she tightened on his length.
“Not so wordy now,” she breathed out at him even as her flushing was poking through again, finding her face close to his again while she used his cock as her personal dildo. Pushing down far, she did not rise again and instead rocked forward and back, getting stimulation in such a way to give her pleasure, but not so much him.
“What can I say? A beautiful woman in my lap says the full story,” he manages to retort earning him a rough shove of his screen as she pushes herself to sitting up straight. Her hips gyrate, letting herself stretch and be able to take more to the point she could feel the knot begging to swell at the base of his length.
“Disgusting,” she sneers and uses her legs to push herself back up and slam down once more, taking on a new pace fast and hard pace. The motions cause the cushioned office chair beneath them to creak and bounce with occasional slams of the back into his desk. He could hear various objects fall over while the Exorcist above her was merely enraptured with picking up her pace.
A witty comment dies on Vox’s tongue, licking at his teeth craving to taste this angel while he lets his hands do more talking. He slides those clawed fingers up her thighs and under the bunched-up skirt to squeeze at her hips as she bounced so lovely in his lap. In an experimental motion, he bucked his hips upward only to hear a squeak to expel from the woman.
Then, she stopped just as she rose to nearly pulling completely out, eyes burning with deadly intent. One of those daggers was grabbed so fast that Vox was not even aware until he felt the tip pressing on his fragile screen.
“You want to try that again, sinner?” Her question comes clear even as he eyes the blade and then her face all flushed, hair beginning to fall ragged. With a silent hum, he only confidently smirks and eases his hold on her hips to an idle rest of his hands.
“Apologies, I will keep the work to you,” he breaths out and finds the dagger pulling from his face to then clatter upon the ground. In a snap, he feels her hand instead grasp his neck as she slams back down on him and resumes her rough bouncing.
The more she slid upon his length, the more he took notice that she was wearing out far faster than him, probably something he would have to thank all the sessions with Valentino for later. For now, he had to hold back the amusement as her head fell against his shoulder and her hand even trembled trying to hold her neck.
He moved his hands gently up to her back, letting her hump and grind against him, tempted to try to reach down to help her, but she did not seem too receptive. Instead, he gave nice drags of his claws up her back and towards those pretty little wings of hers. As he took hold of the base of them in a curious nature of their sensitivity, he was rewarded with the sweetest of sounds.
“So domineering, using me like this,” he says lowly, though his body buzzing with pleasure and cock throbbing desperately, he held his own while she began to break above him. Before he knew it, an unexpected shiver came over her that only had her pushing her face harder into his shoulder with a garbled whine escaping her. From how nicely she clenched his cock, he knew she had cum.
And he wanted nothing more than to see her break, now.
Trisha felt stars in her eyes and her mind raced while she used this sinner’s cock, letting it stroke every inch of her insides she could angle it. All she could say in her mind was that he was a toy, nothing more than an easy scratch to the itch she had built since she arrived in Hell. Needing that release that now rolled through her like bliss.
Anything he said was but a blur as she rode out her orgasm with him pressed deep inside her and that was rather unfortunate for her. During her vulnerable moment, she felt his grip on her hips tighten.
Then all the wind was knocked out of her as a hard thrust upward came from Vox leaving her scrambling to grab at his front. The moment she tried to reach a dagger, she found the other embedded in his chair gone and a sudden shock of electricity coursed through her enough to leave her sputtering, still overly sensitive.
“Tsk, tsk, letting your guard down so fast, sweetheart,” Vox’s calm voice came out, clear that he was not as worn down as she was. A grunt left him all the same while he began to hammer up in her just as she trembled to reach for his screen. The action was only countered with another shock of electricity and a smooth laugh from the man beneath her now taking control.
“Aww, did the big bad Exorcist lose her bite? Pity,” he continues to mock her, and she feels his hands drag her down, digging claws into her skin in the process. The slather of a glowing tongue hits her neck with the hot static breath. “I could just eat you right up, sweetheart.”
Those thrusts began to quicken, and she could feel the swell of his knot hitting her sensitive slit with every bury of his length. Fear started to replace her anger of him taking control, hands finally recovering from the shocks to grasp at his suit and push at his face.
It was too late, however.
In a final, hard push she felt a sharp burning stretch as the knot popped in and a rush of warmth filled her. Beneath her, the husky groan of Vox only made her dizzier while a second orgasm hit her like a train. The feeling of having control ripped from her was powerful and terrifying.
“Mm seems you could take more than half,” Vox snarks and another pass of his tongue trails up the front of her throat. The sensation of being so full and the wave of the second orgasm leaves Trisha at a loss for words. “Though, let us ensure I don’t lose my manhood.”
Confused by what he meant, she tried to push herself to recover, but a shock hit her unlike any of those earlier. An unload of high voltage hit all her nerves, and she saw her vision going black at the edges and the world going a blur. Not even the last words Vox decided to give her reached her by the time she began to black out.
“Voxy.~” The smooth voice of Valentino comes from a nearby speaker just as Vox steadies the woman passed out on top of him. “Get any footage, hmm?”
“More than enough, but oh do not worry, we will get plenty more later,” Vox responds to the nearby intercom, a smooth smirk on his lips as he comes to brush his fingers through the feathers of Trisha’s wings.
A personal pet Exorcist did not seem that bad of an idea.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Pokemon
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Leon / Female OC
Warnings: Consensual Non-Consent
-Complete- (2 of 2 Chapters)
Chapter 2: Capture and Keep
Twirling her pokeball, Vanessa whistled to herself as she walked down the darkened alleyway of Wyndon. Her hair was in a relaxed manner reminding her of her past ways and just to add to it she wore a similar style to her old street wear. However, this time around she showed a bit more cleavage and got her jean shorts instead of old, torn-up pants. Along with her thigh-high boots, she was sure Leon would appreciate the ‘bad girl’ look she was going for.
“Really think you could run?”
Leon’s voice startled her, having to catch her breath while she spun around to see his looming figure approaching. It reminded her so much of the first time they met, after he had crushed her pokemon and she fled. He was the first person to give chase, so used to the ‘hero’ staying back with the victim to make sure they were okay. No, that was not Leon-- he was a man of action who did not rest until the deed was done. That was a quality that had her fall for him on that same night despite how much she denied it, the thought already heating her face.
“Hah, as if, hero,” she spat, making sure to say her words in such a condescending manner that they dripped with venom. Sure, she loved the man now, but she had always got off on degrading that high and mighty attitude of his. The way his face darkened and how he truly got angry whenever she talked down to him was absolutely thrilling. She could never understand just in what ways it affected him until now.
Though doing this in public seemed like an outright reputation-ruining blunder, they had taken precautions to perform their fun close to Leon’s apartment. No one would bother them, and they both knew that even if she did escape him, she would just make her way to his apartment ‘accidentally’. The plan was foolproof. Even though...as he approached, donned in his champion gear and with a pokeball in hand containing his ever-powerful charizard...she trembled. The sight had Leon pause for the briefest of moments, being an observant man and seeing that break in her facade.
“We don’t need to continue if you’re uncomfor--”
“Shut up, champion of Galar,” she said loudly, putting on her best villainess voice that she put as much resentment into as she could. She was glad she was never a good person deep down despite how much Leon had changed her, it made getting into character easy. Only startled for a moment, Leon straightened himself and resumed his disappointed frown at her to continue their game.
“So be it, let me show you a real champion of a time,” he spoke with excitement in his tone rivaling his time in the stadium amidst the roaring crowds. Tossing his pokeball, he unleashed his faithful charizard, the lizard roaring upon its exit. Snarling at being sent out, it did not hesitate to set its sights on Vanessa’s pokemon she sent out to fight him. Despite charizard being a big softie who had come to adore Vanessa, he knew the true nature of his master and what they were doing. He had no problem playing the part as he huffed out a breath of fire at the sight of the toxtricity before him. He never did like that pokemon anyway as the amped form toxtricity obscenely mocked him with his tongue hanging loose and electricity dancing around the tight quarters.
“A crude pokemon for a crude woman,” Leon said over the pokemon’s aggressive shows causing Vanessa to scoff loud enough for him to hear.
“Says the unoriginal champion using a charizard. Who are you trying to imitate? The legendary Red?” That stung and Vanessa knew it did with the way Leon lowered his head to hide his face as he reached for his hat, that shameful look nearly making her want to make sure he was the alright one. Shaking her head at the thought, she grinned at him and continued her verbal onslaught. “What, even going to copy his scary look? I bet you even have his ha--”
“Fire blast!”
His voice boomed with as much power as his charizard's bulging throat as the intense flames surged into its jaw within a split second of the command.
Since getting with Leon, Vanessa had done her best to train and keep up with him for the one day she might need to step in his stead. It was often a thought on her mind, that if she could protect the one she loved even as he reigned as the Champion of Galar. To think she would be turning that training against him though, it was not an expected turn of events.
Without even commanding him, toxtricity moved in a burst of electrical energy, the lanky creature much faster than he portrayed. Bent over and tongue hanging mockingly, he was at charizard’s side within a split second while the fire blast cascaded against the ground where he once stood, sending a blow of hot air through the alleyway to sweep past both trainers.
“Awe, not so easy this time, huh?” Vanessa called out in mocking to match her pokemon’s attitude who, unlike Leon’s charizard, tended to act of his own accord. Their pokemon did reflect their personalities. With that said, there was a sonic boom of lightning already on the path towards charizard.
“No sense of honor at all in battles! How crass,” Leon calls back out as the lightning simply hits charizard, raising but a wing in shielding to it. The smoke from the impact is blown away with a swipe of that wing, unphased by the attack while the power difference is made clear by the smug look on the dragon pokemon. “Then we will play that game.”
As if in a planned queue, charizard’s gaze snaps to Vanessa, and with a beat of its wings it’s lunging forward, and claws prepped. This was very unlike Leon's command as he did not even issue his usual heroic attack to make him predictable. No, his pokemon was mimicking Vanessa’s style, yet coming for her.
He never attacked trainers.
A bead of sweat presented in fear as Vanessa felt the safe word on the tip of her tongue, not thinking her beloved would go this hard in a pretend scene. Before she could, however, a flash of purple and yellow came into her vision instead.
With a volt tackle, toxtricity knocked charizard off his path, the two pokemon creaming into the nearest wall and kicking up dust enough to make Vanessa raise her arms. Shaking her head, she tried to get her level head back on and looked over to where Leon was… only to not see him there.
“L-Leon...?” She spoke out in a spook now at how the battle was going, but then her hair stood on end and her body tensed.
Someone was behind her.
In the heat of the moment, charizard caused enough distraction for Leon to sprint over and get out of the line of sight from Vanessa. A strong hand clasped her jaw and neck while the other swung to wrap her waist without so much of a word from the man. She jerked her hands to try to grab at the offending arm, to prevent the grab that only allowed the grip on her neck to intensify.
“It is beneath a champion to go for trainers, but you are just a thug. You deserve this treatment. Maybe even want it, don’t you?” Leon’s voice came out hot against the side of her head as she struggled with his arm. She was not weak, but against a man she knew worked out daily to keep up with the many battles and crime, she found herself at a disadvantage.
Nearby, charizard had moved to kick toxtricity off, sending him off and onto the ground. Before he could recover, the dragon pokemon was already up to his feet with his wings pumping with another lunge now towards Vanessa’s pokemon. By the time toxtricity stood up, he was being grappled and carried off into the air, charizard making quick work of flying off away from the two trainers.
“Let go!” Vanessa growled, raising her feet to put more weight on Leon’s hard and jam her boots into his shins. A hiss of pain left the man, and he loosened his hold just enough for her to twist her body and slip out of it. As she got to her feet, she saw Leon lean forward in pain, the strikes to his shin looking more painful than she had intended. “S-Shit was that too mu—”
Not even being able to finish her sentence, the champion sprinted forward towards her again, cape whipping behind him. Her sympathy caused her to hesitate, but she could not even see the expression of her lover during this. His body language told everything, though, he was determined to see this pretend scene through.
In fast footwork, she dodged out of the way again and reached to her belt out of instinct for it to only be empty. The only pokemon she brought was toxtricity and with a fast look around the two pokemon were very much out of sight.
“Shit, shit,” she cursed under her already heaved breath, weighing her options with a glance down the alleyway as Leon recovered. With a soft click, she saw him toss aside the heavy cape holding him back, his precious attire hitting the dirty ground with a thump. When she saw his face, she felt a heat rush to her cheeks and a buzz in her skin.
He was smiling, eyes blown like a man ready to pounce and get his rewards.
It was the hottest expression she had ever seen him give.
“Hold still and maybe this will go easy,” he said in that dark tone that reminded her so much of their first chase. So bad she wanted to stay and take what was to come, but her pride pricked at the back of her mind instead.
“Hah! Going easy is for gym leaders. I thought you were the big bad champion. How weak,” she cooed at him, and with a casual flip of the middle finger she turned and bolted. The click of her boots hitting the dank street echoed in her ears, not wanting to see what reaction Leon may have given.
She did not need to as the sound of footsteps behind her was enough to get her legs pumping faster with a sharp turn and heading down the tighter alleyway, she knew was closer to their apartment for safety’s sake. It would do no good for anyone to happenchance on this little game.
Up ahead, she knew there was a fence, but she still headed that way confident she could climb it with a fast jump up onto the metal wiring. Then, her fashion choice betrayed her, remembering full well why she wore flat shoes when she committed a crime. The heel of her nice high-top boots slipped, and the heel caught into the fence to stall her just long enough.
“Game’s over,” the husky voice behind her came with a grab at said boot and a hard enough yank to burn her hands as she lost grip on the fence. Where she expected a soft body to catch her, she got the wind knocked out of her when it was hard, cold pavement instead.
Pain ran through her whole body as she bounced once before settling onto the ground, loose rocks and dirt digging into her exposed skin. Thankfully, she raised her head not to have it smash into the ground, but her back certainly hated her right now with a faint wheeze escaping her, unable to move for the moment.
The figure of Leon came across her vision, those heavy boots straddling either side of her torso as he loomed over her as the victorious champion. Where there was a heated smile before, now a frown played on that pretty face of his instead.
“You went easy, babe,” he said softer, that loving side leaking out just enough to give a pang of sad guilt straight to her gut. She could not just be beaten here, if not for her pride, then to give Leon what he truly craved. Though in his eyes she saw he was backtracking seeing her show pain in her fall, a guilt there as well.
Maybe he was not the only one who had gone soft, but she did not want to disappoint him.
“Think so?” Were her only words as the pause was enough time to recover and both of her knees came up to her chest and her legs kicked straight up above her towards Leon. Aiming to hit his groin, she was surprised to see he moved just enough in time to instead slam her heels into his thighs that had him stumble back and into the fence with the loud metal rattling.
With her legs already up, she used it to jump up to her feet, ignoring how her whole body rang in pain, sure she had bruises and cuts already. There would need to be so many hot baths after all this was done and probably even some bandages. For now, however, she did her part as if her life was on the line.
No more running.
It was pointless she knew, but with a sloppy lunge forward, she rammed her shoulder into his gut to further press him into the fence hoping to catch him off guard. It felt like hitting a solid wall even as the familiar and comforting smells of him hit her already sweaty face. It was enough to let her not get too much in the scene. To remember this was the man she loved, and they were playing a fun game.
Expecting a noise of pain or even displeasure to her fighting back, instead, she heard a sharp intake of breath—of thrill. The signature hat had fallen off and with it the façade of the hero as now he was a man with a selfish goal.
To subdue his prey.
Years of playing the hero and taking in criminals had come in handy with Vanessa feeling the hard grab at her arm and the way he swung her around had her whole world spin. The metal of the fence cut into her face and front while her arm bent painfully behind her. The wrong choice was made for sure she knew, but running was off the table now.
“Fucker!” She spits only to earn her a twist of her arm enough to squeeze a sharp gasp out of her. Any kicks of her legs were blocked by Leon’s settling at either side, feeling his full body against her back now to keep her flush against the wire fence.
“That’s the idea, love,” he breathed against her neck, clear arousal in how his voice growled making her skin heat even further. She had not been aware of just how worked up he got until he was this close, grabbing at her other arm just as it whipped out to jam an elbow into his chest. Much to her surprise, he only chuckled at the dull pain, wrenching both arms upward now painfully sliding against the metal fence. “I wanted to do this on that first night… Do not forget the safe word,” he whispers with that semblance of tenderness still underneath in a promising kiss to the back of her neck.
“Who would have thought the Champion was such a pervert,” she responds with a crass tone giving reassurance she was doing perfectly fine despite the ring of pain through her body. There was clear dirt and cuts on the back of her arms he spotted from the early fall he took care to avoid pressing on.
“Quiet, criminal. You should know your place in the system,” he growls right against her ear with another shove into the fence to her sassy comments. Getting into the moment, she gasps out lustfully in kind, arching her back just enough to press back against his body, feeling full well just how much he was enjoying the rough treatment.
“The big bad Champion no different than the scum you come to take down,” she coos again, keeping up her arrogant act with a sway of her body that she could move just to entice him further. That is when she hears him groan while he full-on grinds himself hard into her perked rear, forehead falling to the back of her shoulder. “What? Is little dirty talk too much? How pathetic.~”
Instead of words, what came next was transferring both of her wrists into one of his hands as the other shot down the front of her body between it and the fence. The clasp of her belt was easy to come and he slid it out of the loops fast enough to cause the leather to slap against her skin awarding him yet another soft noise from her.
“Seems I’m doing quite well from your sounds,” he finally speaks back, “But too much noise is a risk.” And with that, her belt slapped around her head and tightened so fast against her mouth that she was left whining into the leather as it settled in on a makeshift gag.
Not too fond of being silenced, she gave him a swift stomp onto his boot with the heel of her own that just earned her a yak of the tail of the belt to jerk her head to the side. He pressed his own against her jawline and let her feel his winced breath at her stomp.
“You’re just digging yourself deeper. The harder you fight the more I want to see it break,” he whispered against her sending chills down her spine in pleasure and the dubious sin of it. In the back of her mind, she knew this was her softie Leon and the threats were only out of pretend pleasure, but boy did she enjoy that spike of fear that perhaps there was a side of him that really would be like this in full.
Muffled, mocking sounds and a roll of her eyes gave him all the response he needed to keep going, drool already escaping from the gag as he left that there to claw at the front of her shorts. In his eager haste, the button pops clean off and he yanks at the fabric down her legs hard enough to burn against her skin, lacy panties coming down with it to expose her to the open air already. He was eager and not wasting any time now, knowing full well they were still in a public place even if tucked in an alley behind their apartment.
“Perhaps I can fix you by making you carry my children, teach you some good values to pass to them,” he continued to speak for both of them, his breath growing heavier as he did not hesitate to dip his gloved hand down between her legs. She could feel his smile against her neck when the fabric instantly soaked in contact with her nether. Those threats were getting to her, feeling the jolts in her lower stomach wondering if he really would make her pregnant. What an awkward story that they would never tell of how their children would be born.
“Like that? Want me to tame your wild antics? Make you mine for life?” He questions fast, fingers slipping between her folds, the rough fabric making her squirm even further. A noise that was akin to a beg leaves in a muffle, only able to lean her head back, wanting him to go further. The foreplay was already had, she needed more.
“Here? In such a dirty place? Fitting to such a filthy woman,” he kept up his dirty talk, so unlike his public persona or even the private one that was always so caring and loving. This side of him was truly a surprise and not one she was not against. “Maybe a reward for being such an easy capture.”
Her pride took a hit there now, a jerk of her body telling him that she was upset at that as he caught a glimpse of her angry brows. Much to her dismay, he chuckles as his hand leaves her folds and the telltale noise of his pants clicks and echoes in the alleyway. It was one of her favorite sounds, often relishing in those nights she would be bent over and eagerly waiting on the bed before hearing them. Though, now she was pressed against a dirty, metal fence and with her bareness to the musty air. It was like day and night, and she was drinking it all in.
The warm length flopped out from the top of his pants, not even bothering to pull them down fully while they were in such a place. This would be all he would need, taking hold of the shaft to let the tip dip just between her legs. Her body jerked again, just enough to pull away from his member and cause him to have to reach at her waist again. Her legs kicked, making another attempt to pull out of this despite being so close to the prize.
She knew as well as he did that it spiked pleasure in both, and her hands released so he could put both arms around her to steady her against the fence.
“Shh, come now, you love this,” he darkly puts that makes her shudder, hating how hot it was making her feel. To be treated like this normally felt like such a nightmare, but now with a man whom she loved and trusted it was… euphoric. To know that later she would be showered in love and aftercare. It was well worth this dubious thrill.
With her hands free, she grabbed at his arms and dug nails into his skin in an attempt to still struggle against this. To her, the game was not won until she could no longer walk and Leon was of the same mindset now.
One hand shot up her front and grasped her neck while the other dove down between her legs just as he kicked them apart to settle her partially on his knees making her somewhat off-balanced. It gave him just the right position to let his length slide up along her muff and that hand beneath her gave a nice push to align him just right with her entrance.
In a hard push against her body and with his hips, he began to slide in from behind, moving his hand back up to hold tight to her waist to ensure her movements did not slip him out yet. She gasped against the belt still gagging her, her legs pushing at his to only find herself firmly trapped between him and the fence as his groaning breath rang against her ear.
“F-Finally,” he whispered and with a hard snap of his hips he pushed into her as deep as he could with only the wetness of her arousal at their chase. It caused a hard burn for them both that caused her to tense up and squeeze harder at his arms. She had the small thought to have brought lube, but as he pulled out just to the head and started to press back in, she could feel it getting easier. The lack of prep only made her skin buzz further, the pain easing into pleasure with each pull back and press in as he stayed slow at first.
No more words came as he pressed his face hard into her shoulder and wrapped both arms around her torso now like he finally got what he wanted. Despite so badly wanting to go hard, he kept a slow pumping motion, allowing her wetness to lead the way and grow more comfortable. She would scold and thank him both later for still being tender in the middle of their game.
When she perked her ass to urge him to go more was when he finally picked up and pulled his face from her shoulder. Settling his chin there instead, she could hear his pants, bordering on whines into her ear that were like beautiful music in itself. She released one of her hands to slowly reach for the gag, needing to let him hear her too but was stopped short with a threatening growl and deep thrust.
“D-Don’t,” he warned her and so suddenly pulled them away from the fence without removing himself from inside. Taking hold of both of her elbows, he pressed her to bend forward, and only then did his pace quicken. The wet slaps became louder, his groans and her muffled whimpers making the obvious noises of sex happening throughout the alleyway. At this point, he was too into it to care and she could do nothing to stop him.
That fact alone made her tighten on his length just as he angled just to the right spots. The motion made her see stars, hating how he already knew her every spot, rarely even needing extra help. Just the flush hip slamming into her rear and how deep he pressed into her to cause that dull lower stomach pain was enough.
It felt like hours of thrusting before he was already becoming sloppy, quick snaps of his hips only to roll into deep humping as if to never leave her warmth. Her legs pressed hard together without any way to warn him before her climax rushed her like a train.
He felt her clench down, shudder on his cock as she writhed in how he held her, drool sliding down her mouth and neck while she tried to give him a sultry look over her shoulder. This did not stop him, intent on riding out this moment.
“Go—Going to make you mine,” he manages to hiss out, his words barely clear as he pulls her up to let her back hit his chest, never once letting up his quickening thrusts. He pumps into her like a man starved, finally unbuckling that gag from her mouth and yanking her face to the side just enough to be able to lock lips over her shoulder.
The kiss was all teeth and passion to match how he railed into her sensitive walls making her jerk and tear up at the overstimulation. He drank down every noise and moan before he finally pressed in as deep as he could and she felt the warmth fill her.
Far too many emotions hit her at once, from the lack of pulling out first to the breath-stealing kiss that left her simply panting into him and being filled as he finished every drop. Cum dribbled down her legs and stained both of their clothes by the time he finished, still holding her tight against him.
Finally, he released her lips in a hard pop leaving them reddened and messy. All she could do was try to catch her breath and swallow between soft hiccups. The both of them were quiet, merely living in the moment even as he slowly slid himself out leaving her with another whimper of the loss.
Then, with a forgotten tenderness she felt herself turned around and pulled close. Where his holds had been painful and biting, now he held her like she was the most precious thing in his life; and she was.
“I love you, you did so amazing,” he began to praise in that sweet voice she had come to love, filling her chest with warmth. She was not sure when she started to cry, burying her face against his chest, all the emotions flooding out now. “A-Ah wait, are you alright, love?” He asked upon hearing the soft sobbing, concern flashing so fast in his face that he hastily tried to pull up their clothes to make them decent.
“Ye—Yeah. I’m sorry, just emotions,” she assured with a soft laugh between her hiccups just as he pulled away just enough to set hands upon her face to ensure she was okay, “Silly man, of course, I’m alright. I did not even consider our safe word.” She leaned against him as he breathed a long sigh of relief, though still kept up soft rubs along her shoulders.
“I think that is normal—Ah, the emotions part, not the safe word. I am quite surprised you did not,” he awkwardly put, more of his caring personality coming out once more.
“I meeeean, when charizard almost gored me I was considering it,” she did admit to which he blinked at her and gave an awkward rub of the back of his neck.
“O-Oh that, yeah don’t worry I just told him to charge and not to actually hit you,” he quickly assures to which she only gave him a blep of her tongue.
“Such a sooooftie! I told my boy to go ham and not hold back,” she teased back at him before the realization hit, “Where did those two go anyway?”
“You know, I don’t know,” Leon said in realization himself, glancing around to see no sign of their pokemon, though he knew they would likely turn up eventually, probably even at home already, “Let’s get home and you looked at first.”
“Soooooooftie,” Vanessa playfully teased which earned her a long sign from Leon. Before she walked a step she found her chin grabbed and yanked to look up at him, that dark look coming back fast enough to give her whiplash.
“Watch it, love. Maybe not all of what I desire is pretend,” he purrs and places a soft peck on her lips before releasing her leaving her in stunned silence. In a sputtering breath and choking on her spit, she smacks a fist against his chest and huffs. With a chuckle, he sets an arm around her and begins to lead her back home with a brief stop to grab his dirtied cape and hat.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Pokemon
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Leon / Female OC
Warnings: Sex Talk
-Complete- (1 of 2 Chapters)
Chapter 1: Negotiations
“Hey Leon, what are some of your deeper fetishes?”
Vanessa had been dating the great Champion Leon for a couple of years now since their fateful encounter and since then it has been wonderful. The charismatic man showed her a new way of living, a new set of goals to inspire herself yet...ever since their first chance meetings, she has noticed a certain spark fading.
“You don’t know all of them by now?”
The way he brushed off her question with his own had her pouting, pulling herself from her comfortable spot at his side on their bed. He knew that determined, stubborn look of hers as he expertly averted from it even as a bead of sweat threatened to roll down his neck. This was exactly what she was talking about, he was holding something back from her and it was only becoming increasingly so the closer they got.
“That’s not fair, Lee. I can tell you’re hiding something,” she sang in a playful whine, using his nickname to have him finally look at her exaggerated pouting. She would admit, that the champion was wildly different behind closed doors than his presented person to the public, but some aspects were dulled.
The day they met was when she saw a certain fading spark at its brightest despite what kind of person she was at the time.
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“Stop right there!”
Leon’s voice boomed over the night air after the light of a pokemon retreating to its ball showed more detail of the scene. Standing like a hero at the end of the alleyway, he had stopped a robbery in progress of a young trainer losing to a local street thug. The boy had already started crying whenever the scary woman approached him, demanding he hand over his pokemon and any money he had. Her advances were stopped by the champion of Galar himself marching towards them, allowing the boy to gain a distance and even dart behind that boisterous cape.
“Tsk, just what I needed, the fucking poster boy of this trash heap,” the woman scoffed, her appearance barely uncovered by broken lights nearby. It was Vanessa, though far rougher looking than she was currently as she sported tacky streetwear and wore equally dark makeup to make herself more intimidating-- although she would say sexy.
“Stealing from children, what a horrible person you are,” Leon continued to speak in his puffed heroic tone that made Vanessa visibly gag in response. Sure, she should be running, but there was just something about him that made her want to wipe that heroic smirk right off his face. So, she ordered her pokemon to attack him directly, the sound of the child’s yell echoing in the alleyway as a lethal poison attack was hurled towards the champion.
Not really to anyone’s surprise, he was more prepared than that as a well-timed fire blast easily snuffed the attack before it hit him. The blast sent a rush of hot air through the small space, both Vanessa and her dubious pokemon bracing from the interference.
“I believe a lesson is in order,” Leon spoke, excitement barely contained in his voice as he was not even aware of just how his body buzzed from the moment. Vanessa only groaned at his continued heroics, rolling her eyes after the dust had settled and not even giving a worry over the charizard touching down between them. She would just have to destroy his pokemon to show him how futile his order was.
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“You don’t need to know,” Leon continued to push aside the topic, even going as far as pulling himself up and away from their morning cuddling. Vanessa was not having it as she held on to his arm tightly despite knowing he could easily still pull away with his strength. He did not though, instead giving her a guilty look to drop the subject. That look though, only enraged her that he was beating himself up so much over something so mundane.
“You’re so full of shit,” she spat, her stinging words surprising him for only a moment before finding himself enamored by her spunky nature. It was why he had fallen for her after all. Before he could say anything, she dug her nails in his arm out of spite and continued her rant despite his wince of pain, “I tell you all my dark kinks, from choking to outright masochism. You only ever went with mine and never expressed yours.”
“That’s because most have matched up,” Leon cheekily said, using his free hand to rub at the back of his head while embarrassment began to redden his face. Vanessa could not help but feel that he wanted to continue, to say a ‘but’ and then finally let her know his true desires. That did not come though as he only continued to blush in fluster as the words were lost on his breath. Refusing to drop this, Vanessa decided to change her tactics.
“What’s this? The great Champion Leon is acting like a timid little boy?”
Her mocking words got his attention, snapping his sharp gold eyes towards the half-naked woman in his bed. She knew he had a lot of pride and did not take kindly to it being challenged so that would be the weak spot she would exploit. Even as his shy look started to turn cold, she only wiggled at him in a teasing manner, pressing her breasts against his arm purposely.
“Perhaps you’re too shy to tell me because you want to be dominated by me? Have you crying and begging for my touch,” she spoke sensually, enjoying how dark his face continued to grow at her jabs. It was honestly turning her on a bit now, feeling the tension through his arm as she wondered if she had hit the mark straight on. Feeling bold, she moved to straddle his legs, releasing his arm to settle her hands on his shoulders while she made sure she propped herself high enough that she was now looking down on him. “You want to be at my mercy? A criminal?”
Attempting to shove him back onto the bed to take this further, Vanessa was met instead with a firm resistance. He was not budging from his sitting up position despite her putting more weight on him as their strength differences easily came into play. Frowning at his denial to let her push him over, she saw him lower his face and that dark, cold look only intensifying outside of her view. She was about to say something, but felt his hands on her arms, pulling her away from him just enough that she was no longer pushing at him.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said quietly, his words pausing her entirely and even letting concern wash over her earlier teasing. Reaching to cup his face in her hands, she was worried while she managed to get him to look up at her as that guilty aversion was now the expression he gave her. It made no sense; she could not get a read on what he was talking about.
“You’re acting like you actually could,” she said with a smile, her words causing him to lighten up just enough for her to work her way in. “You’re too soft-- in fact, it feels like you’ve only gone softer since we’ve been together. You lost a spark, because of me.”
Leon startled slightly at her words, hurt present in her eyes now as he gripped her arms harder to pull her attention back to him. Blinking at his reaction, she saw a crack in his armor, finally giving in.
“It’s the opposite, you brought a desire out in me that quite honestly scares me,” he admitted, his hold trembling, “I’m afraid of scaring you off.”
A moment of silence passed between them before he felt Vanessa shake in his grasp, a concerned look washing over him that he had made her cry. Yet, he was quickly met with bursting laughter, one so hard that she would have fallen over if he had not still been holding her. It was so unexpected that Leon was left shocked, uncertain how to even react to her laughing at his emotional admittance. Uncertainty had him looking away from her, ready to push out of her reach and leave the room. What stopped him though was her hands still on his face, and in a swift motion, she slapped him.
“Stupid man, wouldn’t you just chase me if I ran from you?”
Her words clouded any sting he felt on his face and if he were in a better mindset he would probably mock how weak of a slap it was. Still, he was befuddled by her reaction, that guilt in his chest softening while he found himself feeling irritation at her continued mocking. That feeling though, came with a certain heat that crept up his neck.
“You wouldn’t believe how close you are to just figuring it out,” he said through his teeth, a mix of emotions at play, but his comment at once stopped her laughter. Now her eyes glittered with curiosity since she was close to what she wanted, her true nature of being a lowlife thief urging her to snatch while the opportunity was ripe.
“You want to chase me? I must admit, that’s way less dramatic than I expected with the emotional rollercoaster you’re putting me through,” she groaned, a bit disappointed if that truly was the dark desire he was holding back. Leon shook his head though, his face growing red once more as he averted his gaze from her from embarrassment once more. Realizing she did not get it right again had her blinking at him, waiting for him to say something, anything to further this long-winded charade.
“More than that,” he muttered, releasing his hold on her to cover half of his face. If he had his hat, he would be using it as she knew that was his nervous habit whenever he felt ashamed. She would not stop him, but she did give him a hard pout while she leaned towards him, still settled in his lap.
“Do I need to twist your dick just to get this answer? I swear you’re hesitating more than a virgin on her wedd--”
“I want…to be a hero,” Leon spoke between breaths, but hearing that gave Vanessa pause. Honestly, she was ready to laugh at him again, but he lowered his hand from his face to look at her with that dark expression she had seen earlier. “A hero who catches the villain and... doesn’t let go.”
With his words, she felt his hand come up to her arm, grasping slowly and firmly sending an odd chill through her. She had to admit, it clicked fast with that vague wording and it filled her with an obscene thrill. Noticing his breath against her, she saw that he too was getting worked up by his thoughts.
“Like when we met?”
He nodded at her question, his gaze going down at her body while he took hold of her other arm, slowly as if he was deliberately closing out her escape. It scared her for the briefest moments as she found herself pulling away from him only to be held tighter. Deep inside, that was only heating an unknown desire inside herself that had her skin buzzing. Finally finding the courage, Leon looked up at her once more, his pupils blown as he was full-on red in the face, but finally ready to talk with excitement sparking through him.
“Chasing you down, grabbing you,” he began to list off, his words dripping with lust as his grip tightened more to near-painful levels that had her beginning to wince, but when he saw that, she swore he looked only more enraptured at her discomfort. “Not letting you go no matter how much you begged. Keeping you as mine.”
Vanessa should be scared, this break in Leon’s character bordering something dangerous, yet instead she could feel her breath quickening. Since when had she started panting? Just hearing him describe the darker lust had her expression lulled into lust that Leon was drinking happily. Shaking her head, she tried to get a handle on the situation and boldly placed her hands on her lover’s face despite the crazed look that he was forming. It pulled him out for the briefest moments, long enough for regret and guilt to slap him so hard he let go of her.
“I’m sorr--”
“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” Vanessa scolded him before he could finish, a serious look on her face that jarred him from his self-pity. Still, he began to pull from her only to be held fast had him staring at her in confusion. Her face was blushed over now with it being her turn to get embarrassed over the situation, her voice meek when she spoke again, “Then why don’t we do that?”
Seconds passed before either of them said anything more and much to Vanessa’s surprise, Leon let out a brief chuckle. Not exactly what she expected in such a strange moment, but it had her face flaring more with embarrassment to the point she hit her fist on his chest. It caused him to flinch at the weak hit and calm down his sudden amusement with her proposed question. Despite feeling ashamed of his laughter, it eased her to see him smile again.
“Why’re you laughing, you ass,” she hissed at him, huffing out her frustrations as she continued despite her whole body burning now, “I’m serious, why don’t we fulfill it?”
“Can’t turn back time to when you were a thug and we barely knew each other,” he spoke with sadness on the tip of his tongue. Vanessa’s shoulders twitched at his words, of course being hurt by the fact that because they were so close he was missing out on a desire he had. Seeing her reaction, he sighed and reached up to rub at her shoulders in a comforting manner. “I’d rather not go back either because it would mean not loving you as I do now.”
“We can pretend,” Vanessa blurted, looking away from Leon even as his hands froze on her shoulder, tightening ever so slightly. Of course, he had thought about it, especially when fulfilling Vanessa’s kinks where she liked him to be rougher. This was on another level though, fear bubbling inside him that he would truly terrify her and unsure if he would want to stop.
“I don’t want to hur--”
“What if I do?”
Her interrupted question froze Leon and made that desire burn at his skin, the thought he could reach for it within his grasp. Almost as if testing, his hands tightened on her shoulders, and the little whimper she gave when she winced had him almost unable to resist. In that same instance, he let go, though that had Vanessa instantly snap up at him with a frown.
“It’s too much for you, that’s why I don’t bring it up,” Leon admitted, moving to get out of bed though and causing Vanessa to tumble off his lap. She gave an annoyed breath as she scrambled to pull him back, but all she ended up doing was being dragged halfway off the bed whenever he stood up.
“Lee, you’re forgetting just how long I lasted against you whenever I tried,” she hissed at him which got him to pause and look down at her. Her determined fury was staring right back at him while she clung to his waist while he remembered very well how resistant she was. It was intoxicating to think back to that.
“You’re not going to listen to me, are you?”
“Isn’t that what you desire though?”
“Fine,” Leon finally gave in, causing Vanessa to look surprised at him finally giving in thinking she would have to work at it for days at this rate. Standing up on the bed which made her only just reach his height, he stopped her before she tried to kiss him out of happiness, not done with his statement as a serious look was on his face, “Long as we set up proper precautions. A safe word in case you need me to stop.”
“Yeah yeah, you’re being too worried about this and acting as if you’re going to easily win,” she huffed at him, trying to lighten the mood while she hung off his shoulders with a pout. Leon raised an eyebrow at her bold claim of victory and followed it up with a challenging grin of his own.
“I won’t hold back,” he said, though his voice softened at the end to break the facade despite his excitement. Even as she leaned up to kiss him, his hand running through her hair, all he could think about was how good it was going to feel to break her.
I've started up a new one-shot series where I update or post a new one-shot once a week for various fandoms. It will almost always be nsfw and a smut with plot.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Fanfiction series of one-shots for Genshin Impact.
Type: MC x NPCs
Ratings: M+
Warnings: Vary per story.
Works: 12
The lands of Mondstadt and Liyue both are no strangers to romantic love, tragic affairs, and steamy nightly encounters. This is a collection of various sexual exchanges found across Teyvat. From Lumine and her adventures with her companions, or even unfortunate encounters with the enemy, to scandalous vents of lust behind the Mondstadt's very own Cathedral and even as far as taking advantage a private room at the Liuli Pavilion in Liyue Harbor. It's all carefully recorded here in this strange book tucked away in the forbidden part of Mondstadt's library.
This series is just me venting my thirst for Genshin Impact guys so it stops leaking into my longer stories. I plan on doing multiple one-shots for every notable male character including non-playable ones! Expect lots of debaucheries.
So, I've recently tried the whole VR full-body setup that is just 4 joycons and then your phone at your hip using the SlimeVR software (cause I'm too poor right now to get SlimeVR or HaritoraX).
It is so much effort and messes up so easily. It's great for like very subtle movements and if you like hitting yaw reset every 5 seconds, but yeaaah. Ugh, just going to have to save up to drop the 400 on HaritoraX someday (cause good luck getting SlimeVR this year).
When I eventually do get FBT working I'll be working on some video content with it in my journey to learning how to VR dance in VRChat.
However, if anyone knows how to make joycons + phone at least a /little/ more useable and not having to yaw reset literally at the slightest movement, feel free to lemme know. Using standable with it makes it only a tiny bit more stable, but not really useable for dancing.
So, I've been away from social media and having an online presence for quite a while now. It has been nice, but my passion for writing and drawing and now also VR endeavors has blossomed to the point I feel okay to get back out.
It has been quite a ride these few years coming to live with my grandpa again with my parents while being in my late 30s and having to really take care of all three of them. So much time has gone into it and not even a job could be gotten at times with just the mess of it all.
Here recently I have done my best to get back on my feet, get back into creative means while also starting a new retail job to be my main source of income. I do eventually want to do more on here with commission work to make enough side money to be able to support myself beyond being just my parent's caretaker the rest of my life. As good as they have been to me, I honestly do not think I even have lived being their caretaker for all of my life until now, soon reaching 40 before I know it and never even gotten out of the box.
I'm ready to get out of that box more, to do at least a little more before I get too old. Look forward to seeing that. <3
Here I am again doing my best to get back into creating art and fanfictions. I also will be dipping into VRChat content and texture making as I get more equipment to do so.
Until then, look forward to occasional art and bits of fanfiction of some fandoms I've fallen into recently.
I have also opened up a Ko-Fi in anticipation of eventually opening up small commission work for both writing and drawing. For now, commissions are closed, but anyone is welcome to support me meanwhile.
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Just wanted to say that I saw your drawing of Pukei Pukei a couple years ago and used it as my profile pic in Discord and other places for years and then I couldn't find it again after changing it. Glad to see it pop up on my Tumblr feed! I love the artstyle
Thank you! <3
Yeah, I had a bit of time away from doing art, but recently came back to hopefully do more again!
Some info on my Pokemon Trainer Team Rocket Grunt OC!
Team Name:
Grunt Nine
Real Name:
Kyuu Kutsuki
Trainer Type:
Team Rocket Grunt
Undercover Alias:
Vanessa Vicks / Beauty Trainer
Age / Gender:
34 (Current), 27 (During Team Rocket's disband) / Female
Birthdate:
November 9th
Height / Weight / Body Type:
5' 10" / 144 lbs / Fit & Pear-shaped
Hair / Eye / Skin Color:
Orange / Orange / Pale
Status / Sexuality:
Single / Pansexual (Masc-leaning)
Nationality:
Kantoian
Hometown:
Saffron City
Current Residence:
Unknown
Starter Pokemon:
Grimer
Favorite Color:
Red
Favorite Type:
Poison
Favorite Food / Drink:
Sopapillas / Sweet Ice Tea
Likes:
People-watching / Swing Music / Motorcycles
Dislikes:
Socializing / Attention / Deepwater
Story Tidbits:
She refuses to accept the fact that Team Rocket has disbanded.
Though disbanded, she continues to make reports for Team Rocket on finding the latest in Pokemon research she steals from local professors around the world.
Every time she travels to a new region she carries with her the hundreds of reports she documents on discs.
She carries a Master Ball to safeguard which is the last task she was given by an advisor before the fall of Team Rocket.
The Ekans she was given upon joining Team Rocket is shiny.
Her Pokemon team is comprised of her starter now evolved Muk named Blop, a shiny Arbok named Virulent, and a Gengar named Delusion.
Though lonely at times, she has a strong sense of being asocial and tends to avoid people most of her life even in her mid-30s now.
She still believes her undercover mission as a Team Rocket Grunt to secure information is her top priority in life which leads her to never having any friends.
Some part of her knows Team Rocket is gone, but she continues on with her mission stubbornly.
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