#serval x fem reader

[kyokiiro]

Pookie could you do Serval with a fem! S/O who has a limp and is often made fun of cause of it?

(No im not basing this on my who told you that ha ha ha ha ha.....)

I'm here for you

Synopsis - Serval with a female!reader who has a limp and finding out she's getting made fun of it

Warnings/content - Men dni!!, fem!reader(prns not mentioned), hurt/comfort, mentions of bullying, use of pet names, protective!serval, use of swear words, insecure!reader, tons of comfort, established relationship, description of blood, possible grammar mistakes, not proofread - wc: 1.3k

A/N: I had to search what i limp was, but im hoping i wrote the correctly, but lmk if i did smth wrong! (i love serval sm, shes my fav 4 star as of rn). This is probably my favorite fic so far, but is quite long.. This turned out way more angsty then intended-

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Serval loves you to death, that's for sure. She doesn't care that you have a limp. She loves you in any way (even if you were a worm). Serval has only been kind and helpful towards you. Getting ice packs for you whenever your pain gets to bad, making sure you do certain exercises to not make it worse, making sure you also get as much rest as possible, etc.

You really appreciate Serval for helping you, but it makes you feel like a burden to her. Which is the reason why you haven't told her yet that you are getting made fun of. You don't wanna burden her any further . Serval seemed to notice something was off with you and asked what is bothering hoping to help you with it, but instead you answer that it's nothing. Serval didn't believe that one bit, but she didn't wanna make you uncomfortable so she didn't pry any futher

You thought you could keep this away from her, untill they went to far. The person who made fun of you pushed you a bit to hard that you fell on the ground, gaining a nasty wound on your knee. You mentally cursed when you saw blood dripping on the concrete ground. You knew well enough you couldn't hide this from Serval, no matter how hard you tried. Your bully was already long gone when u got up, probably because they knew that they screwed up. You too knew that they won't get away without facing Serval's wrath.

You stumbled into Serval's workshop hoping she was anywhere else but here, but that came all crashing down when you heard the all familar cheery voice of Serval.

‘‘Oh hey babe! I've been looking for you everywhere.’’ Serval exclaimed with a small sigh of relief

‘‘Ah, sorry if you worried Serv. I-I was just.. uhm taking a walk!’’ you replied trying not to sound like you're hurt. You heard the sound of her heels approaching you. ‘‘No, no, it's fine love. I was just wondering where you we-’’ Serval's words where cut off when she saw the state you where in.

She immediately rushed to you, worry written all over her face. "What happenend? Are you okay?" asked with visible concern in her voice.

‘‘I'm fine Serval, i just tripped’’ you tried muttered trying not to wince. ‘‘Well clearly you're not fine, you knee is fucking bleeding!’’ she answered with harshness evident in her tone. You flinched at her tone and that did not go unoticed by Serval. Her demeanor softened, but the harshness still remained. ‘‘I'm sorry (name).. i didn't mean to scare you like that, but you're not fine. Your knee is bleeding, so let me take care of it. Okay?’’ she replied with the same gentleness she always treated you with.

‘‘I- Okay..’’ you mumbled in defeat, knowing she won't take no for an answer. Serval carefully guided you to a chair and asked you to stay still while she went out to go get a first aid kit. It took a few minutes till Serval came back with the aid kit and seated infront of you. She first cleaned the blood off, then carefully inspected the wound. You heard her curse under her breath.

‘‘The wound is quite deep, i need to put on some antibiotic oil on there to refrain from it infecting, so it's gonna sting for a second.’’ Serval explained. You grimaced at the words, but nodded nevertheless. Serval gave you thigh a small squeeze of reassurance. She grabbed the antibiotics and smeered it on her hands.

‘‘Okay, i'm gonna put in on now.’’ she spoke. You winced at the sting that you felt. ‘‘I know baby. It hurts, but i'm almost done.’’ Serval cooed. You just let out a small hum. When Serval was done putting the antibiotic oil on you wound, she wrapped a bandage around it, to prevent it from bleeding.

‘‘All done! see that wasn't so bad now was it gorgeous?’’ Serval spoke with a soft smile adorning her face. ‘‘I suppose it wasn't to bad’’ you mumbled. Serval gave you small peck on the cheek, before letting out a sigh. ‘‘Hey (name), i wanna talk about something i have noticed.’’

Your breathe hitched, you really hoped she won't ask you about the one thing you tried keeping away from her. ‘‘I wanna talk about how you have been acting lately.’’ Serval continued. Eveything started to freeze in time for you for a second before snapping out of it.

‘‘Uhm.. uh, I don't know what you mean Serval.’’ you nervously said avoiding eye contact with her.

‘‘I feel like you are hiding something from me (name).’’ Serval muttered. ‘‘You have been acting off for a few weeks now and it's worrying me..’’ she explained, taking hold of your hand. You bit the inside of your cheek debating whether to tell her or not. After a dreading silence you spoke up: ‘‘I'm sorry for worry you Serval, but theres a something i was supposed to tell you way sooner..’’ you murmured trying to hold back a sob.

‘‘You probably want to know why i always wear sweaters, why i act so nervous and all. Well uhm.’’ you took a deep breath. ‘‘I have been made fun of behind your back. That's also the cause of the wound of my knee..’’ you avoided eye contant with Serval to prevent from the dam that's holding you back from becoming a sobbing mess.

You continued speaking: ‘‘The sweaters i used were to hide the bruises i got and the reason i'm always s nervous is because i didn't wanted you to find out..’’ you shakily admitted.

Serval was speechless. She had so many questions, but the lump in her throat made her unable to ask them.

‘‘Why..?’’ was the only word Serval could muster up. She grabbed her girlfriends chin. The sight of your saddened eyes made her heart shatter. ‘‘Why?’’ she repeated while wiping away the tears in the corner of your eyes that you didn't even notice they were there.

‘‘I-I just.. I’’ you stumbled over your words holding back tears. ‘‘I didn't wanna burden you any further that i already am. That's why i didn't told you..’’ you muttered while a sob came out of your mouth.

‘‘Burden me..? what do you mean by that name.’’ Serval questioned

‘‘I feel like a burden to you Serval. You already waste your time by taking care of me! I feel like if i told you this it would add more weight on your shoulder than you already have.’’ you sobbed

‘‘Oh baby.. you were never a burden nor did i waste my time on you. You know why? It's because i love you okay. I care about you, more than you know. You wll never be a burden to me, do you understand that (name).’’ You weakly nodded, to exhausted to answer.

Serval pulled you in a hug and made a circular montion on your back. You sobbed into her shoulder, sputtering apologies over again. Serval hushed you before kissing your forehead. ‘‘Don't apologize (name). You did nothing wrong.’’ Serval reassured you while comforting you

After a couple of minutes passed. Your sobbed turned into sniffles still flushed against Serval. ‘‘I-I still feel bad for not telling you sooner..’’ you murmured

‘‘(Name) please look at me.’’ Serval gently asked. You reluctantly pulled away from Serval's embrace. ‘‘Theres nothing to feel bad about. I'm proud of you that you even told me. Just promise me that you will tell me if this happens again and remember that i'm here for you.’’

‘‘I promise to tell you.’’ you rasped. ‘‘I love you Serval.’’ you mumbled while nuzzling back into her shoulder.

‘‘I love you too (name).’’ Serval softly whispered back.

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@𝒌𝒚𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒊𝒓𝒐★ 2024 – do not copy, repost, steal, or translate my work onto any platform or feed them to ai.

[secret-sweetheart]

“Darling you’re so pretty it hurts”

THIS IS SAPPHIC SMUT!! :3 Reader is fem and afab!! I’m a minor writing smut so please DNI if you’re uncomfortable

Color coded the fandom characters! Genshin, honkai star rail, bungo stray dogs

Look her in the eyes while she’s pleasuring you, she wants to see your reactions, the way you bite your lip while her fingers rub your clit. Do you want a kiss? Is that why you’re biting your lip? She can’t have those pretty lips of yours getting damaged from the biting, there’s no need to do that because she’ll kiss you for as long as you’d like <3

She can make you feel better than anyone else, better than any of those stupid men. Their lips don’t feel as soft and loving as hers, the way she climbs on top of you and praises you makes your heart race in a way nobody else could, you’re her good girl, her precious pillow princess, and she’s yours too she’ll say it without hesitation because it’s nothing but the truth

She’ll hold your hand as she pleasures you in whatever way feels most enjoyable for you, she just wants to kiss and hold you as you cum. Don’t worry about her getting tired, your moans keep her motivated and she’ll keep it up for as long as needed until you orgasm

Even after that night of love, she’ll hold you close and praise you for how good you were for her. What you did was more than sex, it was more than just chasing pleasure, and she hopes you know that she wants to be close to you with or without sex

Black swan, Himeko, Natasha, Serval, Lisa, Beidou, Yae Miko, Ninnguang, Yosano

(Might add more later!)

[st3rll1nk]

Jealousy..

Synopsis: Your get flirted with in front of you girlfriend. How does she react?

Rating: Muli-Character (Himeko, Kafka, Serval, Ruan Mei), G/N reader, sfw, and fluff.

Himeko

Himeko is a mature and older woman. She’s been through things like this many times before and knows how to handle it.

You and Himeko were strolling around Belobog before a random woman comes up to you, her eyes all over you. “Well, aren’t you pretty?” She said, flirtatiously. Himeko stood her ground. She didn’t mind this much and let you take care of the situation. “Ah, sorry, I’m not interested. I have a girlfriend.” You told her honestly, about to walk away from the woman before she stops you again and spoke.

“Really? A girlfriend? I bet she’s not as good as me~” Himeko frowned. It was obvious the woman wasn’t listening. So, Himeko had to take charge. “Please leave us alone. No one’s interested.” She said firmly, taking your hand into hers. The woman raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And, just who are you?” Himeko responded rather quickly. “Their girlfriend.”

The woman’s eyes widened before stammering over her words while looking at her. It was obvious the woman didn’t know so she just awkwardly left though the thick tension still lingered. Himeko looked back at you and kissed for lips for a split second before talking. “Ignore her. She’s not important. Now, what was that museum you wanted to show me?”

Himeko would be more affectionate, and aware of her surroundings for the rest of the day. She’s more protective than actually jealous. It’s only if you actually push her buttons, she’ll be jealous.

Kafka

Kafka is a prideful woman. She loves the fact that others find you just as attractive as she does about you and isn’t afraid to show you off. Though, others don’t seem to care much about that.

You and Kafka were on a mission to detain a stolen flash drive to give back to Sliver Wolf. Kafka and you had to be separated for a short while, having a meeting point incase of something bad happening. While on the mission, you come face to the culprit that stole it. She looked at you flirtatiously, circling around the you in a provocative manner.

“Well, I didn’t expect there to be such a cutie to be part of the stellaron hunters~” She flirted. This was.. unexpected. You paused for a moment, confusion on your face before talking back. “..Where’s the flash drive-” The woman was quick and cut you off. “Now, now, why should we talk about that when I have you all here to myself.” She smirked.

You sighed. “I’m not interested.” This woman seemed the type not to care much of what you had to say. And, you appeared to be right. She continued to smirk and talk seductively. “Oh, come on? You have a girlfriend or something? I don’t see her around..” The woman stepped forward to touch you before out of no where, Kafka grabbed her hand.

“Sorry. Finders, keepers.” Kafka smiled before you both engaged in a fight with the woman, with her being defeated and having no choice but to give back the flash drive. The woman then ran away even with the injuries inflicted onto her.

Kafka turned to you, all smiley. “Well, seemed like someone had a crush on you~ Guess I’m not the only one to have one~” Kafka laughed as your ears grew red from embarrassment of the situation. “Let’s just go..” You muttered before strolling away with a teasing Kafka.

Kafka would tease about the situation to you for the rest of the day. She more proud than jealous. Though, don’t want to share you with others. You’re hers, not anyone else’s.

Serval

Serval is an attractive and talented woman. She plays guitar, sings, and can attract anyone to her like a magnet in a mile radius. But, it doesn’t mean she can’t feel jealous.

It’s been a while since you and Serval had a date together from being occupied with work. But, tonight you both would be having one together at a simple restaurant. You both sat down across each other and talked till the waitress came around, her eyes immediately on to you.

“Hey welcome to Belogo’s Special, how may I take your order, sweetheart?” Serval raised an eyebrow to that name but dismissed it as you took your order. Serval couldn’t help but notice how the waiter took your order. She looked at your lips rather than your eyes, smirking just slightly. Or was it just Serval being overthinking the situation again?

The waitress then took Serval’s order, not doing anything to what she had does done with you. The waiter actually seemed annoyed before leaving. You exchanged a look with Serval, looking confused. You were confused if what you witnessed with the waitress was in your head and not and it obviously wasn’t.

Serval was quite displeased with the situation, eyeing the waitress till she left and looked over to you. “.. Seems like that waitress liked you a lot.” Serval spoke, her eyes onto yours. She knew it wasn’t your fault but for someone to flirt with you when it was clearly a date with how you both looked at each other. You looked at her. Her face was calm yet had rage built up.

You came to the conclusion it wasn’t in your head and Serval was definitely.. jealous. Something quite unexpected from her out of all people. Everyone practically loves her. “Serval..” You spoke up, “Don’t worry about what that waitress was thinking.” You then held her hand under the table across each other. “I only have for you.”

Serval paused at your words. She knew you were right. But, hated whenever people wanted something Serval only had. She sighed and looked at you in the eyes. “I know, (Name).. But, that behavior was inappropriate towards you.” You agreed and managed to kiss Serval on the lips for a few seconds to cheer her up. It worked and she began to brightly talk about a song she was making.

She, of course, changed waitresses and was a bit possessive towards you for the rest of the night. It was just to show she cared about you, of course. A whole lot and couldn’t imagine anyone else having you to themselves.

Ruan Mei

Ruan Mei is the type of woman to experiment with her jealousy. How far could it go? How does she react exactly? Her want to learn more about human life would help her in this.

Ruan Mei was in a meeting with Herta and you both planned to meet afterwards to go to her lab for some experiments she wanted help with. While you were going to her a few minutes before the meeting ends, you got stopped by one of the researchers. Her eyes were all over you as if she was admiring a painting in its glory.

“My, my, looks like your lost around here again~” She smirked. You obviously weren’t lost. She tried doing these like this before but you always shut her down. But, it never seemed to work. “No, I’m not-” She cut you off. “Oh, come on! Don’t play hard to get~” She whispered to your ear flirtatiously. You sighed. This was going to take a while for her get away from you.

By now, it had been a few minutes since Ruan Mei’s meeting ended. Her eyes flickered in curiosity as to why you’re 2:38 minutes late than to what you usually are to whenever you meet up with her. She then walked over to where she had an idea of where you might’ve been and she found you with a flirtatious researcher from a distance away.

Her eyes furrowed down at the researcher. Ruan Mei felt a familiar feeling to hatred towards the woman. But, this hate was without reason.. Was it jealousy? Was this what jealousy.. felt? She felt the urge to walk over to the two of you and did just that.

The researcher immediately noticed Ruan Mei and stuttered in front of the genus society member. “Ah.. Ruan Mei.. What a p-pleasure to meet you!” Ruan Mei looked calm as she always did. Yet in her heart, she had a perplexed amount of emotions towards the woman. “Please, no need to be so formal. I just needed to take my partner, (Name).”

The researcher’s eyes widened. “Ah.. (Name) is your partner?..” She asked hesitantly. But, before Ruan Mei could respond, the researcher decided to talk first. “Actually, I forgot I have s-somewhere else to be! Pleasure to meet you!” The researcher then scurried off.

Ruan Mei then turned to you. “I noticed that researcher was making flirtatious remarks towards you while I was coming over to you. Are you alright, (Name)?” Ruan Mei asked, still feeling that bitter feeling of jealousy. You smiled. “Yes, yes, I’m alright, Ruan Mei.” Ruan Mei smiled. “Glad to hear. But, I couldn’t help but feel a bitter feeling arise in me when I saw you with her. Would that be called, jealousy?” Ruan Mei asked bluntly, curious to her hypothesis being correct or not.

Your eyes widened a little before responding. “Ah, yes, I believe that would be ‘jealousy’. But, I never thought of you to be jealous, Ruan Mei.” It felt unusual for Ruan Mei to be feeling.. jealousy out of all things. But, Ruan Mei just smiled. “You can get the most out of the unusual. Perhaps we should experiment about that today? What do you think?” Ruan Mei asked, her curiosity about jealousy practically brimming. Of course, you agreed too and both of you went to her lab to run some tests.

Ruan Mei would keep her eye on you more than she already does, feeling possessive yet want you have your own free will. It’s complex for her yet both of you figure it out in your experiments.

authors’s note: hey guys! ik i said i would post something in a couple of hours last post but i may or may not fell asleep… any, serval’s was a little rushed a the end. sorry! hope yall like it! and requests r always open!! 💕

[inbetweenknacksandnooks]

What HSR Girls Smell Like, Part 3

Ft: Bronya, Serval, Natasha, Seele

Part 2 (Kafka, Firefly, Topaz, Jade)

Part 4 (Xueyi, Ruan Mei, Yukong, Tingyun)

NackCanons UtC

Bronya

Currently, being Ms. Supreme Swamped with Work, she's in her stale office trying to mend both sides of the Belobogian world, she doesn't really bother to put on fancy perfume or anything.

If she had a set time to go out for a date, or when she goes out of her office to help the Overworlders and Underworlders alike, she'll just have a simple, cheap, vaguely fresh and sweet smell so that she doesn't embarrass herself when out in public.

If she has a set time when she knows she's going on a date, or an outing with you (or Seele) she's putting on her sweetest flower-scented necklace, stuffs little Sunshine flowers in boots and tries to make it subtle.

While it is quite subtle, if you notice the smell, you can instantly-realize that it's not one specific flower, and it's a huge blend of a bunch of different flowers.

Flowers are pretty rare around Belobog, and Bronya found it tough to get a specific scent of just one of them. Plus, she has the issue of being unable to decide what would be the best flower for an occasion, so just uses all of them and hopes you don't think too much about it...

Before she was Supreme Guardian, she tended to smell of geomarrow fuel and gunpowder from fiddling with her gun and such.

Serval

Dunderhead probably smells like her latest exploded machinery.

She probably accidentally ends up burning or frizzing up her hair from her literal-electric guitar and electric element, so she probably smells like burnt hair (which she nervously leaves to wash)

Her shampoo smells fresh, like a fabled Belobog spring morning after rain, with slowly-melting snow.

Natasha

She'll usually smell like disinfectant, cough syrup, and almost dizzyingly-prominent antiseptic, along with clean clothes from doing laundry. That's during her doctor work, anyway.

If she's directly doing Wildfire work, she'll be smelling more like gunsmoke and heat, she may even have a bit of a sweaty smell (though it's nothing close to Stelle's level)

If she ever gets a day off, you'll notice that she smells more like old stuffed animals, polyester, and outdated furniture that stores humidity.

She has a special, secret, nostalgic fragrance in a little wooden jewlery box where she keeps the smaller, more precious things.

And it's there you can find a nearly-full bottle of the perfume called "First Snow", never to be used in full.

Seele

Seele has the, "Sweating is gross!" mindset, and she carries spray-on anti-perspirant deodorant. She doesn't really care what smell it is, because "Who's gonna smell there anyway!?"

Most perfumes and colognes aren't her taste, so you're stuck with her more natural smell.

Which isn't half-bad, though depending on where she sleeps it can smell like tetanus (rusty, corrugated machinery), rotten wood, cobwebs or damp fabric.

Please force this idiot to sleep in a warm bed with you.

If she were to want to spruce herself up, she'd probably discreetly stuff like, herbs, or something in her hair if she didn't have time/water to shower.

She smells like the cold winds and the wild.

[shenachigans]

MARRY YOU NOT | Serval

PAIRING: Serval x Fem!Reader

CW: angst (?), unreciprocated love kinda, implied Cocolia x reader, arranged marriage

SUMMARY: Members of prestigious families don’t marry for love, and Serval has yet to realize that.

A/N: Just a warmup for what I want to write, hehe. This is the start of my ‘writing Honkai Star Rail fanfics’ arc. Expect more HSR fics to come ;)

WORDS: 1,025

(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)

“Hey, Cocolia,” a bored Serval nudges Cocolia’s shoulder. She was currently reading a book during her break from her academic activities. The two were currently in the private library of the Belobog Academy, away from the public, courtesy of Cocolia’s status as the future Supreme Guardian. For Serval to have access was because she was Cocolia’s best friend and a member of the prestigious Landau family. “Are Supreme Guardians allowed to marry?” Serval questions, earning a confused look on the older woman’s face. 

Cocolia sighs and places her book on the coffee table before looking at the younger woman. “Supreme Guardians do not need to marry because their heirs are chosen by the Architects. Hence, marriage to produce an heir is unnecessary.” Her answer made Serval sigh. Her best friend is too invested in her duties. She understands that preparing to become Belobog’s ruler in the future is a big responsibility, but she has no time for herself. Serval sighed, shaking her head as she crossed her arms. Azure eyes stare at amethyst ones with worry. “Marrying someone isn’t for producing heirs, but to spend the rest of your life with the person you love, Cocolia. Don’t you want to have someone who cares for you? Even if the Architects have already chosen an heir to succeed you?” 

Cocolia couldn’t help but chuckle incredulously. She and Serval may have been best friends since they were children, but she had never heard these words from Serval. All she would hear from the younger woman’s lips were complaints about academics and her passion for music, not once about love. “I’m aware of what a marriage in the romantic aspect is, but it is simply impossible for my position. I have priorities, and finding love isn’t one of them. People with statuses like ourselves would only marry for benefits, Serval.” 

Cocolia almost felt bad at how her words darkened Serval’s mood, but they both knew she was right. The only kind of marriage that is common in the rich and influential class is an arranged marriage. Serval seemed hurt by reality, but she wished to keep hoping. Sensing the younger woman’s dejection, Cocolia sighs. “Do you perhaps fancy someone and wish to marry them? You wouldn’t ask me a question such as this out of the blue.” She must’ve suspected correctly when Serval’s face turned into a light shade of pink, causing her to widen her eyes in curiosity and surprise. “Serval, you…” 

Serval immediately waved her hands in defense, shaking her head from embarrassment. Of course, her best friend would find out the moment she asked her a question about marriage. Her face was a darker shade of pink now. “N-No! It isn’t like that!” Serval blushed, looking away to hide her face, but one glance at Cocolia’s unamused expression made her grumble. “Fine… I do fancy someone,” she clears her throat to calm herself. Her heart pounded out of her chest as a certain someone appeared in her mind, only darkening the blush across her face. Her best friend’s silence prompted her to continue. “She’s just… Beautiful… People may think differently of her due to her cold disposition, but if you see her real self, you’d be awestruck!” 

Cocolia almost sees hearts in her best friend’s eyes as she talks about this ‘someone.’ It was unlikely of her, and it piqued her interest. She wanted to know who made Serval fawn over them. “Is she someone I have encountered before?” The question catches Serval off guard. She expected a different reaction, but she wasn’t complaining. However, Cocolia’s interest may change when she learns who this ‘someone’ is. “Uhm…” Cocolia raises a brow at Serval’s hesitance. “She’s also from a prestigious family, but they don’t get along with the Architects… So, uh…” Serval fancied someone from a family that gave Cocolia’s ancestors a difficult time. 

“Lord L/n and Lady L/n’s only child, Young Lady Y/n?” Cocolia has met you but only for formalities. Although, she does find you to be an interesting one. At the mention of your name, Serval’s eyes widen. Cocolia was right. Serval Landau is smitten with the one and only Y/n L/n, a cold-hearted and duty-driven young lady. You were around the same age as Gepard Landau. Your coldness and forwardness drove people away, irked by your unliveliness as you always focused on becoming the perfect heir to succeed your father. Despite your demeanor, Serval saw a glimpse of something that drew her to you: your flushed, embarrassed face. Serval was already interested in you, but seeing you put down your guard enamored her. 

“What do you plan on doing, Serval? Lady Y/n mustn’t hinder your academics.” The younger woman sighed at Cocolia. First, she didn’t know what to do since you were like her best friend: love wasn’t your priority. Second, Cocolia was already too late to advise her as you’ve taken over the musician’s head and heart, where her feelings grow every day. With determination on Serval’s face, she boldly declares: “I plan to marry her. I want to pursue Y/n L/n.” 

Back to the present…

“I hereby announce Supreme Guardian, Madam Cocolia Rand, and Lady Y/n of the L/n family as wife and wife!” Serval dismissively chuckles as the priest’s words bring her back to the present. How much of a fool she was to think she’d be able to marry you. You two have gotten closer since she declared that bold statement years ago. It’s not like you didn’t return her affections. See, Serval was too timid to risk your friendship, so a confession of her love didn’t come your way. You were so close, yet so far, but now you’re even further from her now that you involuntarily belong to someone who didn’t want this marriage as much as you did. Serval is grateful you became Cocolia’s wife because your father could’ve married you off to some bastard. She knows Cocolia will treat you right even if your union is diplomatic. Her best friend would never hurt you. However, Serval knows she could never have you, not anymore. 

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[cleziel-leora]

Following you in every step

Serval/Reader 

College au, You, march, asta and serval are friends, also the story will be a POV of yours and only yours, there are many times that it turns into 3rd person pov

Warnings: Tw: suicide, heart shattering love for each other, homophobia, and parents wanting their children to get push to their limit. Parents being parents.  If any of these topics triggers you, you can leave.

a/n : please don’t actually commit unaliving yourself, many people care for you, and I’m one of them :) 

“Yo y/n!” As I turned around to see who it was, I saw Serval running towards me, I smiled and waved to her, she reached me and said “Wanna hangout with me, along with March and Asta this weekend?” “Yeah sure I’m free this weekend” I replied to her, “yes!” she said with excitement. She was telling me everything about the hangout, the whole time me and her were smiling from every single moment of happiness, it was like eventually all of this happiness with her will be gone, but I know it wouldn’t after all we are too scared to leave each other, especially if it’s because of someone.

The weekend comes by and you were all having fun, you guys went to an arcade, cafe, go shopping for something and many more fun activities, eventually all of the fun have to end, because  you all have to go home now, You parted ways with Asta and March, You and Serval were neighbours so you really don’t need to part away from each other, You were talking to each other ay you both walk through your neighbourhood.

“That was really fun! We should hang out again, before school ends and before we get separated again!” Serval said with full of joy. I laughed for a little and replied to her “Yeah, we should, If we really have the time”, “We do have time! We’ll help each other to finish all our tasks so we can finish early!” Serval replied, we both laughed and continued to talk more until we reached our houses and bid our goodbyes for tonight.

The next weekend everyone is busy with studying and focusing, exam week and Project week is coming and none of you want to fail. This is the only thing that can save a student’s grade after all. You were all really stressed from all of this and finally after 2 weeks exam week and project week were finally over. Now student’s just gonna worry if they pass or not.  After all the exams and projects you and all of your friends decided to go out to treat yourselves. 

“Ah we can all relax now after studying our butts off” March said as she drank her Ice tea. Asta let out a little giggle and said “And I hope after studying a lot all of our hard work pays off”. The whole afternoon you guys were just having fun with each other's company. 

Four days after that Serval decided it was time. It was only you two hanging out and she already wants to admit that. “I like you, Y/n” Serval said.

It feels like my world just stops and I forgot how to breathe. After a minute I finally spoke. “You…Like me? I…I never thought you would actually like me…I…” I was blushing and my blood started rushing onto my face. “I…I like you too…”. I was stuttering as I admit that I also like her.

We both had something in common, we are into each other. “You’re really cute when you blush and stutter when you’re in love, especially when you’re in love with me” She said as you tried to your face from her.

Too bad not all good things will always stay. Your parents find out that you are dating a woman and they were not proud, they forced you into breaking up.

“Serval'' You said as you were both talking to each other, she got sad a little and said “I thought it was Vally :('' You giggled but soon it was replaced with sadness. “Vally I know this will shatter you but…I’m breaking up with you” she went silent and her voice started to tremble. “W..why…Did I d..do something wrong? Did I accidentally hurt you?, please y/n please…I don’t want to lose you…”. Before leaving her house you kiss her on the lips for the first and last time. “You didn’t do anything wrong baby…” You start to tear up “You didn’t do anything wrong…I just…You don’t need to know baby…all you need to know is that… I will always love you and I love you forever…never forget that..okay baby?”. You left her house still crying, and she was crying too, she never got to tell you some things before you left her. 

The past few days have been really shitty. The forced break up still hurts you. And what's worse is that your grades were finally here and your parents weren’t proud of it…

“Only 97!? That’s the best you can do huh!?” My mother yells at me while my father lets her yell at me. “You’re so dumb you know that!?You didn’t even try to bring it up to 99 or 100!” My mom slapped me on the face and said “You will never be good enough. You’re a useless child. Go to your room. We don’t want to see that stupid face of yours.” I ran to my room and locked it and all those words were going through my head. I cried and cried in silence, I saw a sharp cutter and thought to myself “Maybe…I should really end it…” 

The sound of the ambulance got louder and louder but Serval didn’t really hear it. She was busy drowning herself into her music to make her pain go away.

“Breaking news: A woman was found dead in her comfort of her own room, the victim was y/n, to all her family and friends hearing this, We are sorry for your lost” 

Her heart shatters as she hears the news “You could have said to me, or to asta and march…” she cries “I’m always here for you didn’t I say that?” her cries started to get loud “I wish I was there to help you…I love you…” she tries to stop crying but it only made her cry more “I love you too, forever and ever…even in my last breaths…I will never forget you…and I will never forget how I love you so much, I will only love you, just wait for me there…wait for me to go to you…so you can never feel alone there.”

Three months later there was another breaking news.

“Famous Serval Landau was found in her room dead, after committing suicide” 

Serval was buried next to you. Just like what she requested in her suicidal note.

“You’re here…You’re actually here, my baby…my dear, val”

 “I’m finally with you again my sweet dear y/n…”

Note: Hi im back after disappearing for about 2 months bcus of personal reasons, yes I know the ff is not really fluff or smut suprisingly, butttt maybe if I have the time again, maybe I'll write smut or fluff or anything (currently taking request)

[haruniki]

Imagine Serval writing a song just for you and her!! She spent weeks just to perfect the song, to give it all the aspects that scream "i love you". Even handing you a copy of the sheet music for you and a cassette tape with the song on it so you'll always be able to listen to it. <3

[heartdiluc]

ᯓ★ hoyoverse women who would adore their pillow princess girlfriend <3

cw: fem afab reader, wlw, explicit nsfw content, pillow princess reader x dom character, consensual actions, poorly written sorry guys

she absolutely loves you so much. insists that you don’t do anything “just lay back and let me take care of you, princess!! <3”

her head is between your thighs for what feels like centuries. alternating between eating you out and fingering you. she’s so messy too <3 full on making out with you pussy.

you try to push her head away because its just too much :(( you’re overstimulated and you already came several times. but she just pushes your hand away and continues, might stop to spank your clit to reprimand you and just mumbling a simple “not done yet” or “i know what i’m doing, pretty girl”

and even if you ask to do anything to help get her off, she’ll shut it down, insisting that she just wants to make you feel good first (if you ask really nicely, she’ll ride your face and get off like that, but seriously does not let you do any work)

mindlessly plays with your tits. she’ll pinch at your nipples or even bring her mouth to your chest and suck on one of your breasts. expect for her to leave hickeys and marks all over your neck and chest

absolutely loves to hear every little moan, whimper, and sound coming from you. especially loves using a strap on you. she just can’t get over how you whine at her cock hitting so deep in you. she thinks you’re so cute when you’re holding onto her shoulders while crying at about how good she’s ruining you

oh women who just want to make you feel good and take pride in the fact that she keeps you satisfied <3

beidou, ningguang, dehya, yelan, arlechinno, yae miko, clorinde, kafka, serval, black swan, + ur favs <3

[babey-fruit-bat]

Warmer Places

Logan x Fem!Reader

Content: Logan comes to your rescue after a day spent on the lake doesn’t go as you hoped ⛸️❄️

Author’s notes: Author can’t write dialogue, I’m from the south- this is SOOO self indulgent so apologies for northern inaccuracies - I know nothing about skating or ice on lakes hee hee

TW: reader gets hurt, Logan feels sad and GUILTY, fluff with light angst- obvious inaccuracy- This is my fanfic and I say logan won’t fall through the ice with his adamantium bones because I said so.

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Tranquil, homey, picturesque. All could be said of the last eight months you’d spent with Logan in his home in Cold Lake. Moving so far away to Canada had been a big adjustment for you. Logan did his best to make it bearable. With a lit fire under the mantle every night and trips up town to Spanky’s, the local bar, warming yourselves with blackberry brandy and whiskey- the long cold winter had faded away into a blissful spring welcome.

Your newest favorite pass time, besides snuggling up with Logan watching whatever movie played on his dated box TV, was to travel to your backyard and lace up your new skates. Well, that and Pepper- his painfully cute St Bernard he’d had for a few years. She’d warmed up to you quickly with temptations of Milk Bone and bacon from your breakfast plate. This morning she trailed after you as you gathered your skates from the mudroom.

You remember your first time on the ice didn’t go as expected. Your favorite pass time back home was similar, roller skating had been one of your favorites with the gravel road beneath your feet it carried you everywhere. The sun, hot weather, and wind in your hair as you flew down the boardwalk by the beach. It felt worlds away as logan led you further out onto the ice. The black skates created patterns as he skated backwards effortlessly. Your wobbly legs liken to a fawn shifted, trying to balance on the thick sheet of ice.

“C’mere baby, you can do it” he pleaded with you, he’d been nothing but patient and encouraging while teaching you time after time how to balance and move.

“I can’t Logan, I’m gonna fall..” you’d slipped serval times already, him catching you effortlessly every time.

“I won’t let you fall angel, you gotta trust me”. True to his word you slipped again, caught in his solid arms and warm embrace.

He’d set a few non negotiable rules when starting your new hobby. He had to keep you safe- especially if he was away from the house.

One- Never skate alone at home

Two- Never keep Pepper inside while you’re out.

Three- Never skate too far out in the lake- unless he’s with you. Stay in the little bay by the cabin.

Simple enough, and those rules kept you safe. As you improved he lightened up slightly on the first one believing you’d learned enough to not have him there every second. Though it was only with your convincing, and managing to skate around the lake by yourself, that he believed you. As long as Pepper stayed right there, snoozing by a fire.

The last two were absolute, pepper was trained to fetch help or fetch him if ever needed, who understood her commands in a heartbeat- loyal to her little family to the core.

This morning Logan had woken up early as usual. He threw on one less layer, claiming it would heat up come mid day despite the chill outside. You’d woken up along side him, packing the lunch and sending him out the door with a breakfast, coffee, and a kiss.

“Well, better now than never!” You said to no one in particular. You’d looked forward to your morning skate sesh since yesterday- being too busy with chores left you no time to stretch your legs before the weekends storm was set to move in.

You bounded up to your room to suit up for the cold weather outside- Logan may be used to the cold, but even with the sun coming out more you still needed to bundle up to take on the brisk Albertan weather.

Pepper barked as you opened the backdoor trailing off to her favorite spot by the fire pit. You sat on the small bench Logan built for you and him and laced up your skates. They were a soft white with sheer black bows on the back, a contrast to the sturdy black skates he wore.

You picked up yours about two months within moving there, an insistent welcome gift from Logan after you’d expressed how nervous you’d be even thinking about setting foot on the ice. He was determined to show you one of his favorite pass times and how much fun you could have just like back home.

You sat up after lacing your skates and pushed off gliding in a soft loop around the edge of the lake. You skated further out to practice your spins, you’d gotten good at them in the last few weeks and decided to keep practicing.

About an hour later you sat on the bench sipping your water. The sun had come out heating the day just like Logan said. He was always right when it came to weather. You pulled out your phone switching from your music to TikTok scrolling through the For You page deciding to search new skating tricks before landing on one you just had to try next.

A gorgeous figure skater demonstrating a beginner level jump. Yeah, you could do that- you thought to yourself. Setting up your phone you skated out a little and skated the beginning positions. You stopped, watching her jump, then skated back to your starting point to try it a few times.

After a few attempts you were ready to try a small jump- you began again and lifted yourself slightly- nearly slipping- but you landed! You actually landed.

“Pepper, Did you see? I did it!” You laughed as she ‘boofed’ in response un-phased by your triumph. You skated further out wanting more room to try a slightly bigger jump, surely it couldn’t be that different than roller skating? You’d jumped plenty of times, even once over a garbage can at the skate park.

You kept the video playing as you followed her instructions- you lifted yourself higher this time. A stomach dropping crack sounded as your skate nearly twisted off after the toe pick stood solid in the ice. You’d landed too hard and the force sent you tumbling down cracking the ice below further.

“Ahh, oh..Oh shit Mngh-ph!” A sharp pain cascaded up to your knee, tears welling in your eyes immediately. You shifted to sit up trying not to move your leg too much. You started crying as you unlaced your skate slowly pulling it off along with your socks. The sight was already awful- the chilled air not helping in any way. Your ankle now swelling before your eyes a bright angry red and painful to the touch.

“Pepper!” You hollered for her, “Fetch phone!”

She hopped up darting forward snagging it in her mouth and plopped it in your hand. She scanned the area knowing something was wrong and sat against your back for you to lean on.

Unlocking your phone you paused before calling Logan. Would he be upset with you? It was probably not the smartest idea to try this today, and if you called he wouldn’t hesitate to leave work. You quickly brushed those thoughts aside as your ankle throbbed worse than before. You needed him here.

The phone rang as you tried to collect your breathing.

“Hey Darl-“

“Logan, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry!” You panted into the phone

“Slow down Darlin, sorry for what?” He snickered over the line.

“I’m out on the lake with Pepper, I- ItriedtodoanewtrickandIfellandnowmyanklesbroken-“

“Hey hey slow down Angel, what are you saying? You’re still on the ice now?”

“I tried to do a new trick and I fell and now I think my ankles broken..”

“Angel, oh no you can’t be serious?”

“Yeah” you sniffled “It hurts Logan, I can’t get up it hurts so bad I’m sorry”

“I’m on my way now, just stay put with Pep, and I’ll take you to the hospital” You heard the door of his truck slam shut and the phone call end.

He pulled into the drive way 15 minutes later- which you’ll have to scold him about because his commute is 30 minutes on a good day.

It mattered less now as he trucked down to the lake stepping onto the ice and carefully lifting you up as you groaned. He walked you to the truck and opened the door with one hand, you tucked away in his other arm. He shut the door and called Pepper to let her inside. She whined watching you leave out the front window.

Logan grabbed your soft blanket you kept in the truck and wrapped it around you and pulled onto the highway.

You lived about an hour from the hospital and you couldn’t get there soon enough.

He pulled a snack from the lunchbox in between you in the front seat and handed it to you- the puppy chow you’d made him as a sweet treat for his lunches.

“Here, you should eat something, take your mind off the pain for a bit, yeah?” He grunted.

“Maybe” you sat in silence watching the pines fly by out the window.

“Logan, you should slow down a bit- I’m not gonna die, I’ll be okay” you prodded softly.

He flashed you a worried look and kept driving in silence.

You reached the hospital quicker than expected and were seen just as quick- thanks to the intimidating looks Logan dished out to every nurse, admin, and doctor who kept walking by without seeing you.

Finally X-rayed, they’d concluded you had a broken ankle though not terribly so. You’d be in a cast for about 4-6 weeks and would need the occasional check up. They sent you off with a pain medicine prescription to pick up and you were home before you knew it.

Now once again resting by Logan on your couch your mind drifted back to earlier, the feelings of upsetting him and worse worrying him over something you could’ve avoided by listening to him.

“Logan?”

“Hmm?” He hummed softly.

“I’m.. I’m really sorry about today- If I had known I’d never have tried that stupid trick..”

“It’s not your fault, Angel, accidents happen and it’s part of being on the ice- you slip the wrong way and it’s blam- lights out sometimes” he trailed off wrapping his arms around you.

“Really, it’s my fault- even if you didn’t try a jump you still could’ve fallen and hurt yourself. The ice gets too slick when the sun comes out, and it’s starting to thin the ice too”

You mulled over his words in a stunned quiet.

“I should have thought of that, should’ve told you..” he sighed out.

“Logan, there’s no way either of us could’ve known” you grabbed his chin to look at him softly. “Like you said- accidents happen”

“But that’s not enough, it’s not okay- you’re hurt because of me, I miss one important detail, and it’s some kind of pain for someone else all over again” he muttered

“I’m just so sorry, this shouldn’t have happened Angel, and it’s my fault for not telling you sooner..”

“Logan, you didn’t do anything wrong even if I got hurt” you spoke- searching for his eyes

“What if it’s not just a broken ankle? What if next time it’s worse- I just cant stand the thought of losing you- ever.”

You felt destroyed and reborn with his confession. You knew Logan certainly liked you but to hear him express the way he cared for you rocked you to your core in his quiet moment of vulnerability.

You pulled him in closer capturing his lips in a passionate dance.

“Good thing you never will.”

[edgeray]

One Hell of a Butler Pt. 2

Ball (Arlecchino x Fem! Reader Blurb)

A/N: Wasn't really expecting to write arle content so soon but heck i miss writing and school makes me sad :( i have 4 assessments next week. i hate it here. also for @\megistusdiary and @\servalisms who feed me so well <333 love you guys. anyways, following the same concept as the first part here, this is some time after Reader and Arlecchino has made the contract. What do you guys think about this series? Future edit: It's gonna be a blurb, I say. It'll be less than 1k I say. *Looks at the time.* It's 3AM and the finished product is 2.2k words. Again. How do I do this to myself. I'm not calling this a oneshot though because not my greatest quality. Content Warning: Suggestive. semi-graphic descriptions of violence Series Masterlist

It's funny, really, having a demon as your butler. You could never imagine yourself as the type of person to even consider such a notion, and you certainly were not a believer of the supernatural either. Of course, beliefs change and so do mindsets; after all, your worldview was shattered with one singular event. It is that catalyst that has led you down this path. You used to believe that revenge was just a trope, an exaggerated manifestation of pettiness but as you feel it pump through your blood and inject in its veins, revenge is so very palpable. And with the contract, it's graspable, within your reach. It's like a dessert, waiting to be devoured after the main course. And like a dessert, however, in order to really savor it, one must be patient.

It has led you to this point. To a ball, specifically. The preparations have all been laid out, and you know what you your goal from this event is. The only thing left to do is to prepare the final touches and carry out the plan.

For all your meticulous planning, you don't expect yourself to be hindered before you had even gotten to the event. And defeated by a corset dress of all things. You couldn't extend your arms anymore to reach the strings behind your dress. Of course, you have other dresses, but none were as suitable for this event besides this one; this dress is made especially to carry secret compartments for weapons, a feature that none of your other apparels have.

"Arlecchino," you call out to your butler, and within a moment, the air of the room grew considerably colder, alerting you of the demon's sudden appearance. The abrupt chill invokes a chill down your spine and you let out a breathy exhale as you gazed at the mirror in front of you, and could see your servant's form just behind you, her height towering over you. On her face is the usual subtle smirk when she's with you and her red pupils gleamed just slightly.

"You look beautiful, my Lady," she greets with a low drawl although you knew it was out of politeness than admiration. Her irises burn as you could feel it traverse over your exposed back and you can barely suppress the goosebumps that her gaze provoked.

"I didn't summon you here to ogle me, Arlecchino," you say, maintaining a cool tone despite the warmth that bloomed over your bare skin, pricking your senses. A low rumble comes from the being and she leans forward placing her icy black hands over your naked shoulders, fingertips running across the surface smoothly as it slowly nears your collarbone. Her face nears your left ear, her breath cascading against your earlobe.

"Of course. It was simply an observation, my Lady. But, dare I say, you look simply ravishing." The demon whispers against the shell of your ear, her voice adorning the smallest bit of allure in it, and her hands suddenly grip your shoulders as she emphasizes the last word, then relaxing a moment later. Your inhale hitches but no other reaction is displayed outwardly.

"The strings, Arlecchino," you instruct as a distraction away from the soft flaring of your cheeks.

A brief pause as you observe through the mirror the gleam of mischief in the demon's black pits, and her hands move down your shoulder, only the pads of her fingers brushing ghosting over your shoulder blades and yet it feels like the heat from the contact drips down onto your skin. It's a lagging pace, deliberate and feather light as it finally reaches the farthest down string. Prodding fingers caress against your back as she begins maneuvering the strings masterfully, each graze seemingly lingering as it seems like she takes every opportunity to memorize the texture of you on her fingertips. When her painstaking process draws close to its end, she ties the strings together, making it tight enough to make you groan and arch your back from the sting. When you do, she traces a finger up the curvature of your spine.

"Arlecchino," you chastise with a shuddering breath. Hands find themselves on your hips, clawed fingertips faintly digging into you and you're suddenly pulled to her being, chest meeting against your spine.

"You can't possibly fault me for my behavior when you're far too delectable, can you?" She voices against your nape, cold lips just barely hovering over it while you feel hot air stroke against your hair. You shudder. A small ire wells up inside of you and you break from her grasp easily. 

“You know better than to fool around now of all times,” you huff irritably, before spinning around. “Now, are you dressed yet?” 

Your breathing halts once your eyes scan Arlecchino's body. Donning a midnight black tailcoat alongside matching slim trousers, a white button-collared dress shirt with scarlet ruffled cuffs, and finally, a simple jet black necktie. It is not very different compared to her usual apparels, and yet your sight cannot help but stagger over her. She's devilishly handsome, you begrudgingly admit to yourself, objectively pleasant to your view. You get the sense something is missing from her appearance, however, perhaps a mark of yours on her neck. You bite your tongue in reprimand to suppress any more carnal thoughts and you shift your focus away.

“Is it to your liking, my Lady?” A smug smile graces her kissable lips. 

“It's appropriate enough. You're missing something,” You reply back cooly, and you dig around the nearby drawers for the items you search for. Upon finding them, you find ebony gloves and then promptly fling them at the demon's face. They hit squarely, and slide off her mildly shocked expression with a comical, slow pace. It gives you more satisfaction than it should.  

“There,” you remark with a blank expression but a tone matching her prior pomposity. “I suppose you're presentable as my servant now.” 

You brush past her, comforted by the fact her eyes follow your form with each step. 

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Upon arrival at the ball, it's nearly overwhelming–chatter fills the room and surrounds you at every angle, suffocating you under the noise of whispered gossip. A suited server comes up to you with a glass of some presumed luxurious beverage, no doubt costing a ludicrous amount. You swivel the untouched drink in your hand as you survey other guests, searching for a particular face in general. Arlecchino should be doing something similar right now, if she hasn't already found her target. 

The person you're looking for is no longer to be found, at least in your approximate vicinity. You grind your teeth together and your hand bunches the fabric of your dress in a fist. An advancing man steps into view and strolls towards you, confidence and snobbery exuding from his walking. 

“Would you like a dance, my Lady?” 

You can't help but cringe at the addressment, the term sounding only right from one particular individuial's tongue. But nonetheless, a cordial smile masks your disgust and you agree to it, letting the man lead you to a slow, and quite frankly, boring waltz. His movements are just flamboyanes to cover up his sloppy movements, and it only makes you wonder how a demon can so masterfully practice an art made by humans. During the dance, you try to fish him out of any useful information, but the daft male is incapable of doing anything besides leering at you. 

You could feel at the back of your neck someone else's stare–one that kindles like the flames of hell. You smirk to yourself. Maybe you can use her gaze, taunt her through this. You lean ever so closer, lurching forward to whisper something in his ear and you let his filthy hands wander your form a bit. 

When you finally part from him, enduring one last, disappointing dance, you say your farewells to him. Not out of respect as a dance partner but because you know his life will end in a few minutes. You only hope she remembers to dispose of the body and clean up the evidence. 

You find that she reappears by your side in less than fifteen minutes. It's cute that she does it when you're not in the vicinity, like you don’t already know what she did. How fortunate for you that you've already isolated yourself to a lone balcony when she finds you. Otherwise, people may accuse the two of you as undignified lovers.  

Shortly afterwards, the two of you return to the main location of the ball, and again, you're in search of a certain man. Arlecchino has yet been successful in finding her target and you wander the dance floor once again, though this time, you decline any dance requests. 

Your gaze follows that of a group of men eyeing something, and you trace for what they're looking at. With great irritance, you discover it's the demon that they’re leching over. Something ugly coils in the pit of your stomach, an ugly sensation filling your being the longer you watch their gaze, like a feeling that what they are coveting after is one of your belongings. 

“Arlecchino,” you softly gruff under your breath. You observe from across the large room that her head perks up immediately, reminiscent of how a dog would when its name is called, and without even looking, she steers through the sea of ball-goers towards your direction. 

When she’s finally in front of you, there's an aggravating, knowing grin that Arlecchino fails to hide. “Yes, my Lady?”  

You reach out to tug her necktie to you like a leash and she compliantly lets you pull her face towards you. 

“If people keep leering at you like that, they'll become an inevitable hindrance,” you lie straight through your teeth, hating the way her eyes crinkle in amusement as she sees right through you. The two of you know you're lying.  

“And what are you going to do about it, my Lady?” You should order her to wipe that complacent sneer off of her face, shouldn't you? 

“This,” you give her neck time a harsh yank and your lips brush against her neck, teeth biting her skin and your tongue lapping at the bite mark. It's a quick, stinging action that makes the demon grunt lowly but she's yet to pull away. She wouldn't dare to, not without your instructions. 

You pull away only after a few moments because it's not a mark made out of passion or affection. It’s a mark made out of desperation, out of possessiveness, to remind those who she belongs to and who can touch her. 

“Don't you dare hide it,” you demand, indignation creeping up your words. You release her, and she simply nods, her gloved fingers dabbing the mark. Walking away, you feel strangely content–what was missing from Arlecchino's appearance is there now. 

You call for her one last time during the ball. When you've led the man you were searching for into a private guest room, and you loosen his lips with the suggestiveness of your actions and the alcohol you slip in his hands. The information that spews out to you is useless, the furthest thing to what you desire even when you’ve pushed yourself far past what you'd like. He simply doesn't have what you want, you frustratingly recognize. You've let this man undress you until you're nearly half-naked for nothing. 

At the moment you acknowledge that this entire venture to this ball was for naught, you kick the disgusting man in the face, hard enough to hear a crunch underneath your heel and in his clutched hands, his broken nose bleeds. You sigh and start redressing yourself, thankful at least you didn't allow him to derobe you any further while he chucks insolent expletives and meaningless threats at you. He dares to reach out his hand for you with your back against him and it is then you mutter her name.

“Arlecchino.”

And like every time, she materializes right where you want her to, in between you and the vermin, blocking you from his sight. 

“Yes, my Lady?” She purrs as the man sputters out in shock, tumbling back.

You don't even look over your shoulder to give a command, instead, opting to fix your hair. “Dispose of him.”

There's no need for you to watch the bloodbath. You're familiar with how she kills now. It lasts no more than a few seconds and when you smell soot, you know she's done. You turn around, the last few embers of his body dissipating in the air. There's no remnants of him anymore, the room is spotless clean, except for the smear of blood on her cheek. 

“Don't you demons know how to clean yourselves?” You chastise with an exasperated click of your tongue and extend your hand, your thumb wiping the crimson droplet from her face and then guiding your thumbpad to her lips. Her tongue darts out, and laps up the last trace of him with a deliberate swipe. 

It ignites a blaze in your chest and your heart drums. 

“Take me home, Arlecchino. We're done here.” 

“Of course, my Lady.” 

[eggluverz]

hello!! would like to request a modern au with blade, where he’s a idol and due to him being busy with work, he didn’t have the time to visit/spend time with the reader (can be gn! or fem!). hence, he took it upon himself to surprise his s/o

bonus points if they are in a secret relationship and let’s say the reader works as a barista, so imagine the chaos the cafe will be if they see idol! blade having a lover SHSHDHDH

take ur time to write it hehe :3

— EVERYTHING I NEED

In which you’re feeling down about not seeing your boyfriend in a few months and Blade takes time out of his busy tour schedule to surprise you.

PAIRING. idol!blade x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 1780

GENRE. modern au, idol au, fluff

NOTE. thank u for the request !! <3 i chose gn reader btw :) this was soooo much fun to write ٩( ᐛ )و i enjoyed this sm but warning it’s so very cheesy heh if u don’t like fluffy romcom cringe look away :3 hope y’all like it xx sof

It wasn’t always easy having a long distance boyfriends of sorts. A busy long-distance boyfriend who you sometimes didn’t see in person for months on end. 

You knew he was busy, but you also knew he dedicated most of his free time talking to you. The relationship was important to the both of you— There was no doubt in your mind about that. Still, there were times the sadness and loneliness crept in. 

Today was one of those days. 

It wasn’t a “special” day as one would say. It wasn’t your birthday. It wasn’t Blade’s birthday. And it wasn’t even an anniversary. But still, you missed him so much. 

You had gone months without seeing him. Your only solace was knowing Blade has gone just as long without seeing you and missed you just as much. He has been in and out of the recording studio whenever he had time in between performances, which limited your ability to call or even text each other even more. 

You were aware the life of an idol could get hectic at times, you knew that well before the two of you started dating. But at times, it took more of a toll on you than you would expect. 

“What’s gotten you so down in the dumps?” The voice took you out of your negative thoughts.

You turned to look at your close friend and coworker, Serval. You sighed, thankful afternoon rush hour had just died down so only few customers were at the coffee shop. “Nothing, really. Just missing Blade.”

She patted your back sympathetically. “I can only imagine. It’s hard enough barely seeing my brother because of military service.”

“How is Gepard, by the way? I haven’t seen him in ages!” 

“He’s coming back for a bit next month! We’re having a little party if you want to come,” said Serval excitedly. “But back to you and Blade. When is the last time you saw him?” 

“Over two months,” you said with a pout. You knew some people in long distance relationships would view that as nothing— Some would even be grateful that a month of not seeing their partner was a long time. But that wasn’t you and you felt yourself growing more dejected each day. “We haven’t even video chatted or called for longer than ten minutes in the last few weeks.” You tried to look on the bright side. “But at least I know he’s doing what he loves. I just hope management isn’t pushing him too hard.” 

“That’s a big ask for money-hungry corporations,” Serval said dryly. “Poor boy is definitely overworked. Have you seen their back to back show dates? It’s all over social media. I’m sure he’s using any possible moment he can to spend time with you without being too obvious and letting the press know about your relationship.” 

You nodded, trying to cheer yourself up the moment you saw a group of customers walk in. It was the end of work hours for most office workers around here so you mentally prepared yourself to give your best customer service smile. “I know he is doing his best. I just get sad about it sometimes, but I know it’s all worth it.”

“There you go.” She smiled. “And you’ll see him in no time, I’m positive. But for now, get ready for the evening rush!”

“One step ahead of you,” you sang, already at the cash register prepared to take the orders. 

As you greeted the hoard of customers and helped your coworkers make drinks if they needed extra hands, you realized the rush lasted longer than normal. 

“Is today international coffee day or something?” you asked as you passed by Serval. “It’s crazy busy right now.”

She shrugged, placing two drinks down at the ready table. “Not that I’m aware of. But this has been more than a rush hour. The sun isn’t even out anymore.”

“And people are coming in without buying anything or sitting down?” 

As you wondered what was going on, you heard a loud, high-pitched scream coming from outside. The sound was followed by more and more squeals of excitement. 

You and Serval looked at each other. 

“Speak of the devil,” she said, shaking her head with a grin. “What a grand entrance.”

All reason left your mind as you were filled with hope and joy. You looked back at Serval, asking for permission to leave the cash register. 

“Go,” Serval laughed. “I’ll cover the rest of your shift.” 

“Thank you! I love you!”

With a big smile on your face, you rushed out of the coffee shop and pushed through the crowd outside. Standing tall above the group of fans, Blade stood there with black sunglasses and a face mask— A poor disguise that did little to nothing to protect his identity. 

You lifted your hand up and waved from the back of the crowd, unsure if he would even be able to spot you amidst all the people. You wondered, even, if you should acknowledge him like this in public. You knew the press was crazy and the fans could be even crazier. Blade’s manager thought it was for the best he keep your relationship away from public eye. 

But he was right here. And you didn’t want to wait another second before running up to him and giving him the biggest hug. Still, you refrained. 

You did not want to jeopardize his image, no matter how much you wanted to give him a kiss right now.

Blade looked around the crowd before his gaze landed in your general direction. He lifted his shades to expose his captivatingly red eyes. When he saw you, he gave you a crooked smile. 

“There you are,” he called, his deep voice rumbling over the muffled chatter of his fans. “It’s been too long.”

He maneuvered through the crowd, ignoring all the photos his fans were taking of him. The only thing Blade was paying attention to was you. Not caring you were in front of a large crowd, Blade immediately takes you into his arms. Time stops as you feel yourself melt into his embrace. The scent of his expensive cologne filled your senses, your face warm as it laid flushed against his chest. 

“I missed you,” he murmured into your hair. 

“I missed you, too,” you said. “But when did you get here? I thought you were in another continent? And are we allowed to be like this in public?” 

As happy as you were to be with him, you didn’t want to get him in any sort of trouble with his management company. 

“I got here just a few hours ago.” Blade rubbed slow circles on your back, not releasing you from his embrace. “I have a show in two days but I needed to see you. And, yeah, I might get in trouble by management but who cares?” 

You pulled back urgently, looking up at him in concern. “You should care! I don’t want you to put your career in danger.” 

Blade frowned and closed to distance between the two of you once more. “Management has worked me to the bone for years, if they want me to keep working for them, then they’ll have to put up with this being public. I’m tired of hiding you.” 

Your arms wrapped around him, a small giggle escaping your lips at how ridiculous this must have looked to the public. You didn’t like being in a secret relationship either. You knew it was for his work, but when you happened to watch his interviews and had to hear him lie and say he was single, it hurt your heart, just a little. 

“Besides, at this point in my career, I’m sure they need me more than I need them,” he said with a cocky look on his face. Even with his mouth and nose covered by the mask, you could see it in the crinkle of his eyes. 

“That’s my Bladie,” you teased, running your fingers through his tangled hair. “Mr. Popular and you know it.” 

“And I also know I want to be alone with you right now,” Blade said with a smirk. “Is your shift almost over? Let’s go back home once it ends.” 

“Serval said she’ll cover the rest of my shift for me. We can go home now.” 

“Thank you, Serval,” he said happily. Blade held your hand as he lead you to his car. “I might have to drive a little fast to lose the fans that’ll inevitably try to follow us. Is that okay?”

You noted his mischievous smile and laughed. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the thought of escaping them excites you.” 

“I’m a simple man.” He opened the passenger door for you and gave you a small slap on the ass as you crawled in. “Buckle up, baby.”

“I can’t believe you did that with everyone watching!” you cried as he gently shut the door. You shook your head even though you knew he couldn’t see it. “It’s a good thing I love you.” 

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When you woke up the next morning, your phone was filled with texts from your friends. You opened Serval’s first. 

Serval: LOL guess who’s famous now

Serval: #CoffeeShopASScape #BladieOnTheLoose ... all the trending hashtags are about you and Blade

Serval: I wish you luck LMAO

You stifled a laugh, only mildly concerned about what people had to say. As you shuffled around on the bed, Blade stirred awake. He inched closer to you and lazily draped his arm around your waist. 

“G’morning,” he mumbled. 

“Good morning,” you greeted, kissing his forehead. “Blade… Have you checked your phone yet?” 

“Yeah, when I woke up an hour ago. My manager let me know just how much chaos I caused over voicemail. Then I decided to go back to sleep with you and deal with it later,” he said simply. 

“Blade!” 

He noticed the furrowed crinkle between your brows and he rubbed it away with his thumb. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll get it all sorted out eventually. All that matters is I’m here with you right now.” 

“You’re right. Let’s enjoy this before you have to go back on tour,” you said, placing your phone on your nightstand and ignoring the notifications lighting up your phone. “And if damage control is too hard to deal with, know that I’m always here for you. I’ll answer your call even if it’s in the middle of the night here.” 

Blade cupped your face and softly kissed your lips. “What did I do to deserve you?” 

“I ask myself the same thing,” you said with a smile. “Now, wanna get some coffee?”

[hunnieknight]

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Highschool AU

Yanderes, Obsession

Subtle Marking (Various)

Volleyball Player (Childe x Fem Reader)

Forgot your umbrella (Various)

Parental

Parents, domestic

Copy Paste(Navia x Gn!Reader)

Baby horns (Ganyu)

Little Pilot (Yukong)

Baby bunnies (Furina/NSFW hidden undercut)

Mama Cats (Serval)

Mom!!(Yae,Sara,Kokomi)

First fight!(Some Inazuman women)

Great Parents (Mondst various)

Chubby Reader

You don't want to sit on their lap (various) + Tighnari

Kinks?(Lisa)

Chubby Bunny (Kafka/Acheron)

Chubby Bunny 2 (Ganyu)

Jacket On!(Some geo charas)

Soulmate AU

Your have their constellation star, Yandere, chapter stand by itself(not continuous)

Series 1 (Aether, Bennett, Xiao)

Hybird Reader

Feral, animalistic, may contain blood or suggestive stuff, may overlap with other AU

Seelie Reader by @//genshinarchives

Sheep Reader (Horn Gang/Yanfei, Itto, Ganyu)

Kitsune Reader (Youkai Trio + Yelan, Lumine)

Little Beast! (Himeko + Kafka)

Melusine Reader (Neuvilette,Platonic)

Delivery Kitty (Lisa & Arlecchino)

Captain's joke (Crux Duo)

Food thief!(Hsr various)

Little mouse (Xilonen w @/sea-lanterns)

Curious Kitty? (Mavuika)

Wake up! (JY + non hybird reader,platonic)

Next Door Dog (Capitano)

Grandchild AU

You are Pulcinella's grandchild, Harbingers x reader

Series I

Series II

Series III

Groups

Red Claymores (Diluc, Beidou, Dehya, Xinyan)|Geo Exclusive (Geo only) | Horn Gang (Itto, Yanfei, Ganyu) | Youkai Trio (Itto, Sara, Yae)

Red Claymores walked in on you

You Resonate with Geo (Mono Geo team)

Sheep Reader (Horn Gang)

Kitsune Reader (Youkai Trio + Yelan, Lumine)

Playing Among Us (Geo Exclusive)

The Avian Gangs (Bird Constellation exclusive)

Brain cells (Anemo boys)

WoodChuck! (Mono Geo)

Safety! (Debut Harbingers)

Treat Only! (Express Trio)

Sneak out!(Debut Harbingers)

Kitty Cat! (Little Cat hsr Merch)

Sketch Ideas/Concept

Sketches

Sketch Ideas (4ggravated / Alchemist Trio)

Sketch Ideas (Ragbros / Zhongli)

Sketch Ideas (Halovian Siblings)

Sketch Ideas (Navia/Beidou)

Others

May contain Yanderes and suggestive content

Afraid to break their gift (Various)

The Dawn's Hospitality (Diluc)

Help with zipper (Various)

How do they call you(Various)

SAGAU answer by @//hiraya-rawr

Suggestive (Childe)

Hickey (Genshin women)

Take Down by @//ddarker-dreams

Empress AU by @//sea-lanterns

You and your plushie (Various)

I hate Mona (answer)

I am him!(Venti and Zhongli)

Durian!(Various)

Minecraft Server (Various)

Idiom (Stelle)

Lick lick Kiss (Stelle)

Perfume (Navia)

Not staring (Sara)

Plushie!(Navia)

First Aid!(Natasha)

Sneak In! (March/Stelle)

Asmr artist (Yanfei)

Therapy chair (Chameleon)

Just ask (Dr. Ratio)

Fish!(Shenhe)

Wrong Treats (Mavuika)

Light Lurker (Capitano,Signora,JY, Blackswan)

Get pregnant!(Kafka)

Art Log

NOT X READER

Art Log 1

Zhongli babysit Ganyu

Fox Banner

Art Log 2

Sleepy General (Jing Yuan)

Too much milk (Jing Yuan)

Tubbs (Jing Yuan)

Doggg(NinetyNine)

FAQ

Burung (Sampo/ inbox Answer)

Penacony Dogs (Gallagher/Mr Reca)

Company (Jingyuan/Dan Heng)

Duckies (YQ,JY,JL)

Catterpillar (Alhaitham)

[k0yaz]

heyyyy i saw you said smth about hoyo fem reqs so could i PLEEEEEAAASSSEEEE request ANYTHING with serval ANYTHING AT ALL PLEASE AND THANKS 🛐🛐🛐

serval landau dating hcs

Pairings: serval x gn!reader

CW: sfw, gender neutral reader, literally nothing lol

A/N: I gotchu also I think I accidentally broke the microwave help??

One thing that’s almost completely obvious is that this woman is absolutely not afraid to show her love for you anywhere. Whether it be in public or private

Constantly, CONSTANTLY affectionate around you. Like this woman will shower you with kisses or hugs whenever you’re at home. Be it when you’re busy doing something, or just laying on the couch.

Serval secretly likes it when you come to her workshop unprompted. She’ll tell you something like “not now love, I’m busy.” Or “you could’ve waited home y’know…” but even when she says that, she lets you stay or hang out without complaints.

Speaking of which, if you try to leave she immediately locks her arms around you if you stayed for a while or if she thinks you feel like she didn’t want you around.

Serval feels all happy inside when you warm up to her siblings. It makes her feel like you’re apart of her family already…or that you maybe want to have a family with her, which genuinely makes her feel ecstatic.

Sometimes when she’s playing her guitar or just practicing, she just enjoys having your company. It makes her feel safe and like she’s not alone when it comes to her dreams and passions.

Probably prefers earbuds to over the ear headphones. When you ask her why she just shrugs and puts them back in.

Off topic, but I’m guessing she smells like whipped cream and oil.

She has a stash of gum. Period.

She probably sends you really sweet, or really stupid stuff in your chats. No exceptions. Once she sent you a picture of a fancy restaurant, and typed you a whole passage about how much she cherishes you. And then the next second she’s messaging you ‘31 ways to blow up a building’ at 2 in the morning.

Which I forgot to mention, she’s likely a night owl in my opinion. You could be fast asleep, but she goes to bed at like- 3 or 4 am.

Definitely snores while sleeping. And is completely sprawled out, limbs all over the place or hogging the blankets

That ends up leading to you pulling her against yourself in a tight hug while the both of you sleep, which somehow calms her down.

A/N: YOO SORRY IF ITS TOO SHORT BUT ‼️‼️

I’m sorry idk what to say 😞

[tonkatsubowl]

a slice of life. — i

dan heng x fem!reader x blade

✱ modern au. college au.

➽ part two. | part three. | part four. | part five. | ...

a love triangle with a sprinkle of rivalry while dealing with the stress of college. the best sort of thing one should be dealing with. so... your life gets a little more wild.

"alright, listen up everyone!"

professor serval slammed her fist against the wooden surface of the stand as she caught the class' attention. she was probably the best professor anyone could have asked for, especially if you majored in fine arts or something. she was, however, your professor. she mainly offered pre-requisite classes, which was why she holds one of the most students here in her class, and is often defined as one of the best (favored, in other words by other students) professors.

gepard was a criminal arts major, and unfortunately for him, he's stuck in his class for his pre-requisite... for whatever reason. and he's often being embarrassed by his older sister, who often would make public announcements in regards to him. he was also one of your first friends here too, given that you were a transfer student here in university of the nameless. that was the reason why he escorted you into this class to begin with; opening the door for you as you entered, gaining the attention of many.

"this is y/n yang," serval said as she motioned to you, "she is a transfer student over from stellaron university. please treat her kindly, or i'll be in your closet tonight with my guitar... and that is a threat." serval squints at her class before smiling towards your direction, extending an arm towards the large class. "have a seat anywhere you'd like!"

a comical sweat drop rolls down your cheek as you stared at this rather... full-looking classroom. you were unable to find a seat, and your friend gepard was already sitting next to a few people... you looked around, observing the area for a moment...

you see a man with long black hair that covered the left portion of his eyes, who didn't seem to care about the lecture. you could see that you had his attention for a moment, but he was now occupied leaning back against his seat with boredom in his eyes...doing absolutely nothing. he was beautiful, but that was about it. his body language showed that he wasn't to be messed with, and you could tell. he seemed familiar, though... and you couldn't pin why.

further from him, a girl with pink, short hair had waved at you. you recognized her from this morning where she greeted you with enthusiasm. you remembered she introduced herself as "march" when you had asked for directions earlier. she escorted you around, showed you the commissary, the lounge, library... until she was pulled away to rush to her first class. she might be your first friend here too honestly, besides gepard... but unfortunately march was already being seated next to a few people, so you couldn't sit next to her.

serval could see you were awkwardly standing in place, unsure where to really sit. your eyes darted around, searching for a spot as you stood there awkwardly with all the eyes of the class fixated onto you. that was when she pointed towards dan heng's direction, who sat alone in his corner, listening to music as he took notes off of the presentation of serval's prior lecture.

"ah, you can sit next to dan heng over there," she motioned towards him, who wasn't really paying any attention, "sorry, my class can get pretty full, so i apologize miss yang..." the woman sheepishly smiled as you wandered to dan heng, "it's alright," you respond to your new professor as you sit next to the introvert.

dan heng watched as you came over, somewhat ignoring your presence as he looks back to the professor. he twirled his pen in his hand, looking out to the window next to him as he remained silent.

"alright, back to what i was saying..."

... and serval would return to her lecture as you placed your belongings down, shooting a faint smile to dan heng. you didn't say anything, given he was visibly wearing earbuds. it would be rude to say anything to him especially when nobody really wanted to be spoken to if they were listening to music, but hopefully enough the smile should suffice that you said hello to him.

you turn your attention to serval, listening to her (irrelevant and off topic) lectures. while trying to listen, your phone's familiar notification sound pings, catching your attention. your eyes soften, familiarizing with the text saying 'dad' being shown on your notification display.

right, your father was an animator. around this time, he's awake and he's getting prepared to leave for work for the day... and it was always sweet of him to check up on you on your first day of class.

➽ dad: how's your first day of university going so far, y/n?

➽ y/n: um, it's alright... i kind of miss kafka and everyone else.

➽ dad: i know. i'm sorry for the move, too.

➽ y/n: don't apologize, dad. i know work is work which was why we moved, but i'm still happy to be here.

➽ dad: it's still a new environment, so i hope you aren't too anxious. speaking of new environment, did you make any new friends yet?

➽ y/n: um, i think? some girl named march and a guy name gepard.

➽ dad: i see. well, i hope today goes well for you. i gotta get to work, now. love you. be safe. call me if you need anything.

➽ y/n: okay. love you

you then placed your phone down, letting it sit idly by as you tried to lay attention to class once again. however, your eyes linger to dan heng out of boredom, and to the display on his phone... that was when you found something that you recognized from the corner of your eye—the album cover of an artist you always listened to. truthfully, it was rare to find someone who was listening to your favorite artist, hoyo-mix*, and it was like seeing a unicorn in thin air—a rare sight to behold.

you didn't say anything at first... but you felt a little awkward and shy. you wanted to reach out to tap his shoulder to say something, but you decided not to...

...until he caught you staring.

dan heng pulled his earbuds out of his ears, before looking at you with a slight confused look, and seemingly judgemental.

"what? do you want to look at my notes?" he asked, pushing his notebook towards you a bit.

"ah- no, no," you shook your head, pointing at your phone, "i couldn't help but notice, um. you listen to hoyo-mix too?"

dan heng blinked, looking down at his phone. "yeah. i do. i'm assuming you do as well?"

you nod, a bit timidly. "yeah, actually. i didn't realize i'd find someone who listened to the same artist as me. i thought i was the only one."

dan heng handed you his (bluetooth) earbud, "would you like to listen? i'm listening to wildfire right now."

that was when your eyes lit up as you took his earbud with a soft nod. "mm!" placing the earbud in the correct ear, you'd fall silent, immediately vibing to the familiar melody of wildfire. you sat back, unfocused on the lecture that was prominently irrelevant (considering serval was now venting about her drama with another professor named cocolia).

...and before you knew it, class was over. the bell had rung, dismissing all the students.

"alright! don't forget, homework is due next week!" professor serval exclaimed as she placed her paperwork to the side, returning to her seat to finish up any professor-things on her computer.

as you got ready to get up to go to your next class, you hand the earbud back to dan heng, smiling faintly. "thank you." you say with a nod, watching as dan heng got up, putting up his laptop away into his bag and putting his notebook up. he nodded as a response to your gratitude, but as he turned his back to you, you stopped him, "w-wait."

dan heng blinked, turning around to face you.

"what's... what's your name?" you asked, knowing serval already gave you his name, "i'm y/n."

"...dan heng." he responded. "i have calculus next, so i'll be seeing you around... but, uh, what class do you have next? do you need an escort? given that you are new here."

"oh! um," you dug around for your phone, pulling out your schedule, "i have chemistry with... professor herta."

"i see. it's next to my class, so i'll take you there, if that's fine with you."

you shake your head, "i don't mind at all. let's go!"

with a smile, you follow dan heng out of the door.

the university you went to was well-known for its success for students who majored in computer science and law, as well as the aesthetically pleasing exterior and interior design of a medieval-style campus. it was splendid and it was beautiful, and due to your father's close connection with the headmaster—pom-pom—you were able to successfully transfer into the school itself. you had never met pom-pom before, but you hear rumors that pom-pom was a short man who was always hidden in his office...

...but you also hear that his assistant, himeko, was always doing the work for him. rumors are rumors, after all.

as you visually explored through the campus as dan heng took you to your next class, you didn't quite see what was in front of you... so a loud thud! had echoed through the halls. "ack-!"

you stagger back, bowing your head as an apology as you sputtered out, "ah, i'm sorry! are you okay?" shutting your eyes tight, you were frozen in place.

you didn't realize dan heng held you by the shoulder with his hand, seemingly protective... or just preventing you from falling more?

as you slowly raise your head and open your eyes, you find the same man with long, black hair with parts of his left eye covered... he was looking down at you intimidatingly, almost sending you shivers down your spine.

"it was an accident, blade." you could hear dan heng's voice sour up. the two of them would stare at each other for a moment, the atmosphere growing tense until the man who was meant to escort you shattered the silence.

"c'mon, let's go, y/n."

"...hmph. better watch where you're going next time." you could hear blade's voice as he walked away, his mysterious red eyes fixated at you as he exited the fray, hands into his pockets.

dan heng sighed, "sorry about that. are you alright?"

you nod slowly, turning your head to the side to witness the mysterious character known as blade disappear into the distance.

"he's an asshole. don't worry about him." dan heng murmured.

"a-alright. do you two have beef or something?" you asked, dusting yourself off before following after your escort again.

"something like that. i just ignore him when i see him." he sighed, "anyways, we're here. if you need anything, or you need directions,"

he held out his phone to you as the two of you came to a complete stop to large double doors, as though the two of you were standing behind the gates to a world of medieval fantasy itself,

"you can text me. here's my number. don't get lost."

* broke the fourth wall lol

[marina-ate]

Hi, another inspiring writer here🫶🏾 I love your love your layla theme (she's my fav genshin 4 star!)

As for writing ideas I have something in mind I sadly couldn't really thought of myself: how about a female reader being stressed/pent up at work and getting comforted by Serval or Kafka from Honkai Star Rail? Only if you want to ofc!

Wishing you the best here on tumblr :)

- 🪷 anon!

Hello 🪷 anon! thank you so much for the compliment! I really hope people enjoy my writing. if you can, give me advice in the comments! Not proof-read!

divider by @strangergraphics-archive

Dealing with stress

fluff! kafka x fem!reader, serval x fem!reader

Word count: 570 words

tiny warning: alcohol (Kafka)

Coming home from work annoyed with a head pounding from all the tasks you had to do, you decide to plop on your couch for a while... until your partner walks in and sees you with an expression on your face she hates to see

Serval goes up to you and pats you on the head, smiling while staring into your sleepy eyes.

"Hey, you alright?" she asks out of concern for you, she didn't like seeing you like this. Every morning she'd always observe your tranquil appearance before you'd look like your life got sucked out of you after coming home.

You nodded “just need some rest is all..”

“well I’ve got just the thing for you!” That was your only warning before suddenly getting bridal carried in her arms with no struggle. Her muscles flexing being proof of that. “serval!” You look at her your eyes widen from her actions. Too tired to say anything to prevent it, you watch her take you to your room and lay you down on your bed, joining in with you. “Sleep.. I’ll make sure you get the day off tomorrow.” serval assures you before caressing your cheek. Her touch felt warm and intimate. Comforting you into a deep slumber before she got up.

you grip onto her wrist, begging for her not to leave you alone without talking. Serval looks back at you and sighs, lying back down on the bed. She rests her head on her knuckles, looking down at you slowly closing your eyes, knowing you were safe with your lover by your side.

serval chuckles and gives you kisses on your forehead.

Kafka just looks at you without notifying you about her presence, instead she smirks looking at your face. She knew what she had to do.

while you were sitting alone with your thoughts, wondering what was for dinner. You quickly snap out of it thanks to the magenta haired woman offering you a bottle and glass of wine, hers being already filled, asking for your answer by tilting her head.

“Yes please..” you take the glass out of her hand, waiting for the wine to be poured.

Kafka fills your stemware a tiny bit, putting the wine aside just In case you wanted more. "How was your day?” She sits down next to you on the couch, swirling the wine glass before drinking it

“horrible.” You scoff thinking about all the incidents at work that were a pain in the ass.

“oh? How come?” One of her eyebrows lifts up a bit, your answer making her more curious. She always wanted to make sure you knew she was listening. So you could vent to her, let out some emotions all for the sake of seeing you less under stress.

You begin explain to her exactly what happened to the end which ended to taking up most of your time, Kafka was the only one to realize after you had yawned 10 times already while telling her your day.

“Thank you for listening.. you already made me feel better.” Kafka slightly smiled at your words

“It was nothing, you know how much i love you.” she took the glass out of your hand and put in on the coffee table where the wine sat on. she held your hands, looking deeply into your eyes “tomorrow.. are you free?”

“Why, you wanna take me out to eat?” You giggle while teasing her a little bit, knowing exactly what her intentions were. “Maybe, only one way to find out.” Your lover winks at you, coming closer to your face and giving you a little kiss on your lips, staining them with her red lipstick.

[rin-fukuroi]

Hey~ I don’t know if you would agree to write a work with this character, but I feel real despair that there are practically no decent works with this character. Gepard leads in sex. Please… Maybe incest with a yandere or deflowering? I'm so tired of reading Gepard passively and no one understands me.

Hi! (o˘◡˘o)

I think I can help you with that. How about everything at once? I hope this heals your wounds, because I'm also outraged by the fact that many writers describe Gepard as a shy and passive guy as possible, when he is completely different. No, of course he's charming and sweet, but damn, he's the CAPTAIN. He's a man with a core, stubborn and principled, a man who has managed to earn trust, which means he is firm in his beliefs and a sense of justice is not alien to him at all. Of course, he can be gentle with his beloved, but come on, who didn't imagine how his hand in this metal glove squeezes someone's (for example, ours) throat? I imagined it! I don't care about the rest. I'm very glad that I'm not the only one who loves dominant strong men, so I was happy to write this work for you. I hope you like it~

𝐀 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 [𝐆𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝]

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Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Pairings: dom!older brother!Gepard x sub!fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, incest, yandere, stalking, flogging, light choking, petting, loss of virginity, rape (?), rough public sex, creampie, references to pregnancy.

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. Poylow, BAUWZ, Nito-Onna - Hate You

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

art by @tksm_66

You love your family, really. Your sisters have always been so kind to you that you could even call them your friends, despite the age difference, but at some points they still made you remember that they are your relatives. Serval can be overly caring, but a Lynx, on the contrary, is freedom-loving, so sometimes you have to return to the role of an older sister, looking after her. And yet you love them. Even Gepard.

Why «even»? It's hard to say exactly where your strange relationship originates from, because you didn't immediately realize that there was something unnatural in them. Does older brother take care of you? Well, all relatives take care of each other, don't they? Does he like to spend all his free time with you? You're probably close enough, and that's great. Does your older brother kiss you, hug you, and take a bath with you? Oh, it's very sweet that he cared and loved his little sister so much as a child.

But your childhood ended a long time ago, and your relationship has not changed at all.

Gepard trying to be unobtrusive, but it turns out to be very lousy. You know that he secretly looks into your phone, studying each of your correspondence, but you don't say anything, because your brother just doesn't want you to get involved with bad people, right? Gepard doesn't want you to live separately, despite the fact that you have been on your feet for a long time and can afford it, but you keep silent and agree, because he just wants you to be there because he wants to protect you. Gepard forbids you to go on dates and get to know other men, but you don't mind, even though you don't understand what he cares about it. Gepard suggests that you take a shower together when the two of you return home, because he always meets you after your shift, despite his own unstable schedule, and you… agree, because this is your brother, there's nothing wrong with that, right?

You're confused. Seeing the relationships in your friends' families, you gradually begin to pay attention to the fact that even between a brother and sister there should be a distance that you and Gepard don't have. Are they crazy or are you?

— Geppie's just worried about you, honey! Don't pay attention, one day he'll definitely calm down, you just have to show him that you have really grown up and no longer need his care.

Serval's words are firmly embedded in your brain, because during this recent conversation, you still didn't understand that, in fact, even the older sister confirmed that what you told her was not quite right. You didn't talk about sharing a bathroom, you didn't talk about how Gepard kisses you on the corner of your lips when he leaves for work in the morning, you didn't talk about how he violates your personal space. Probably, deep down, you really knew that it shouldn't be like this, so you didn't tell the truth.

You love your older brother, you really do. That's why you decided to talk to him first. For some reason, it was so disturbing and exciting to start a conversation, but you are a family, and he'll understand you if you are only sincere, right? It should have been like this.

— You're still young and don't understand that living away from your family will only harm you. I take care of you, I give you everything you want, why do you want to run away so much?

«Because your concern is suffocating me. Because you only give me what you want. You limit me, control me, and forbid me to live my life. It's wrong, it shouldn't be like this…», — you'ld like to say it out loud. These words were already on the tip of your tongue, ready to burst into the air, but they remained buried deep in your throat when you humbly swallowed every objection and dissatisfaction.

— I'm sorry, brother…

His big palm on top of your head and the cold metal from the plate on Gepard's uniform pressing against your face made you feel so… uncomfortable for the first time.

That's why you don't want to go home right now, and you got off early on purpose so you wouldn't have to meet Gepard. You'ld like to share his warm feelings, but you can no longer deceive yourself. It burden you.

You wander among the exhibits of an empty museum, preparing to close, but you don't stop at anything, too immersed in your own thoughts. Even almost all the employees have already gone home. Quietly, calmly. You were not mistaken when you decided to choose this particular place to cool your head a little. But even here, for some reason, it seems to you as if your brother's gaze is following you at every step. You don't remember the last time you went out without him, because Gepard seems to be doing everything on purpose so that you don't even cross paths with your friends on the way home, spending your evenings in his company.

Why are you just now starting to realize how sick you are of his company? It must be terrible to even let the thought that you want your brother to disappear, but… wouldn't it be easier for you to breathe without him?

— Oh, isn't that my old friend's little sister? — a sweet melodious male voice breaks into the silence that presses on you, and at first you don't even understand if this person is addressing you, just briefly turning back, casting an incredulous glance at the stranger. The tall blue-haired man grins, clapping his hands before coming closer as soon as the bright green eyes notice that you have stopped. — Well, that's right! Y/N, yeah?

— Do we know each other?.. — you're frowning, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to look and sound confident, but your posture is as scared and constrained as your thoughts continue to swarm in your head.

— Oh, didn't my dear friend tell you about Sampo? — the theatrical man pretends to be sad, then breaks into a sly grin again. — I suppose it's never too late to introduce ourselves to each other. Although I already know your name, and you just heard Sampo's name… hmm, does that mean that we know each other now?

— P-probably… — you mumble softly, backing away slightly as the tall man bends over, carefully studying your face.

— This is the first time I've seen you not in the company of my friend.

— And I actually see you for the first time, — you smile crookedly, causing Sampo to respond with a soft laugh.

— Don't be shy, my dear friend! — oh, you're wondering why Gepard didn't tell you about this man. — So how can Sampo serve you?

— Huh?

— Oh, what should Sampo do?… The museum is closing soon, and I'm spending time with my new friend for the first time…

— Do you… work here? — you raise an eyebrow in disbelief, to which the man perks up, proudly resting his palm on his side.

— That's right, that's right! Sampo Koski is at your service! — it's unlikely that you'll find a common language with this person.

— May I ask how it happened? I'm sorry, but you don't really look like…

— Ah, it's a long story! — Sampo interrupts, grinning nervously and looking away. — You mean I don't look like a law-abiding citizen? How many times has Sampo heard this, and every time these words break my heart…

— N-no, I didn't mean to offend you, — you stretch out your hand to the man who dramatically clasped his forehead with his palm, but almost immediately pull it back.

— You're so sweet, unlike your brother. Although his indifference and callousness, of course, has its own special charm, — the man's facial expressions change like masks, and now he is smiling again, closing his eyes and leaning closer to your face. — So, I could leave the museum open for a while longer, and we could chat a little longer!

You wrap your arms around your own shoulders, warily meeting Sampo's gaze when he opens his eyes, and you are already opening your mouth to gently refuse the man, when suddenly, with a dull clap, someone's big palm lands on the shoulder of your new "friend".

Sampo straightens up instantly, turning around anxiously. The man's face instantly contorts into an awkward expression when the green eyes meet the cold, sharp gaze of the Captain, who furrowed his eyebrows in anger. You feel your heart jumping in your chest, and your fingers go numb as you convulsively squeeze the hem of your skirt, watching your brother's fist tremble, about to hit Sampo.

— Calm down, calm down, my friend, I was about to leave!

— Why are you with him? — for the first time, you hear the burning anger in your brother's voice when he addresses you, making you cringe in place as soon as the sharp gaze of his blue eyes pins you to the floor.

— I… We were just talking… — tears come to your eyes, and a sharp lump squeezes your throat, muffling your voice, but as soon as you see that Gepard is looking at the nervously grinning Sampo again, your body moves by itself, and you rush forward, convulsively grabbing your brother by the elbow. — I swear, he just came over to say that the museum will close soon! Nothing more!

— Ha ha ha… That's how it was, Sampo didn't want to inconvenience his new friend.…

— Friend? — the blue irises seem to be covered with an icy crust when Gepard squeezes Sampo's shoulder harder, ignoring your pathetic attempts to pull his hand away from the poor man, who now seems to get what he deserves.

— W-we're not friends, this is the first time I've seen him, Gepard, please! — tears slowly begin to roll down your cheeks, and your fingers press harder into the metal on your brother's glove, before he still seems to listen to your pleas, and lets go of Sampo, but still does not take his eyes off him.

— You'd better get as far away as possible, because as soon as I talk to my sister, you'll be next.

Sampo decides not to answer anything, so as not to inflame the atmosphere even more, and just nods briefly, walking behind your brother and turning to you one last time, folding his palms in front of his face and arching his eyebrows in a guilty apologetic expression before hurriedly leaving.

Silence. While you were here alone, this silence was alarming, but now it terrifies you to the point of chilling shivers running down your spine. You've never been afraid of your own brother like you are now. You didn't do anything wrong, you were even honest with him, but… for some reason, the feeling that you made an unforgivable mistake doesn't leave you, becoming more and more distinct as Gepard continues to remain silent, not even meeting your gaze, but just looking somewhere in the aside while you guiltily examine his angry face.

— Brother, I…

— I asked you, — Gepard interrupts, addressing you in a stern tone and finally turning his head, turning his icy gaze on you. — Do you need this? Is this the kind of life you want? So that this trash can just come up and talk to you? Although, I can see that you didn't even mind at all.

— No, it's not like that! I just came here to get some air, and he…

— To get some air? You didn't wait for me, — a big hand in a white glove painfully grabs your wrist, and tears come to your eyes with renewed vigor, blurring the image of your brother looming over you with complete disappointment in his gaze. — Why, Y/N?

— Because I'm tired! — you're choking out, stuttering and sniffing. — I'm not a child anymore, and you are… I can't take a step without you, you're watching me, acting like… — you stop, not daring to say what you were going to say, and Gepard bends even lower to your tear-stained face, staring intently into your reddened eyes.

— Like what? Finish it, Y/N.

— Like… — you inhale the air intermittently, then exhale it back just as jerkily before continuing, hastily trying to blink tears from your eyelashes so that you can see your brother's face as clearly as possible. — Like you're my boyfriend.

The man's lips tighten and the grip on your wrist loosens slightly as the blue eyes continue to stare at you without blinking. You really said that. You were afraid to even admit this thought, but these words slipped out of your mouth by themselves, finally voicing what had been bothering you all these years. Gepard has crossed some line that you didn't even know existed until you felt that his presence was making you suffocate. This has to stop. Now.

— I don't understand, is this a bad thing?

— Wh-what?..

— No one knows you better than I do, and they never will. I won't let that happen, — Gepard's eyebrows furrow, and his free hand settles on your waist, pulling you closer to his body. — Why do you want other men so much? What can they give you that I can't?

It's like a bad… bad, bad dream. The ringing in your ears drowns out Gepard's words, and your brother's arm falls limply from his elbow until he presses you against the wall with the painting. The grip on your wrist strengthens again when Gepard forcefully lifts and presses your hand against the cold concrete, pulling you out of your stupor and returning you back to the disgusting reality from which you are trying to fight off with your free palm, but it also suffers the same sad fate.

— Let me go! I don't understand what you're talking about.… We are a family! — you squirm weakly in Gepard's grip as he shackles your wrists above your head, freeing one hand to grab your throat with it. Not too much, but enough to obstruct your breathing.

— Exactly, Y/N, we are a family, — there seemed to be no trace of the sweet caring Gepard. A completely different person is looking at you now. Obsessed, violent, completely inaudible and not listening to what you're trying to tell him. — But you stopped appreciating what I do for you, you don't appreciate how much I value you.

— I appreciate it! But you're my brother, damn… Let me go, Gepard, please… — you start crying again, writhing in your brother's grip, still hoping that he just had a bad day, and if he sees your tears now, he will be the same again… And your pathetic hopes are justified when you feel like a gloved hand releases your neck, allowing you to take a full deep breath.

— I've been so stupid all this time when I thought you understood me. I thought you were old enough to make the right choice, but no, you are still the same child in the body of an adult who has never been punished for misconduct, so now you can afford to be naughty.

— Gepard?.. — you call out to your brother almost in a whisper, anxiously trying to look into his eyes, but his gaze is fixed somewhere down while he hurriedly pulls the belt out of his trousers.

— If you haven't managed to grow up, then, as an older brother, I'm obliged to raise you, — after these words, you don't even have time to open your lips to answer anything, at least something to Gepard, before you are forcibly turned around and pressed face to the wall, and your hands are painfully wrung behind your back tearing a plaintive cry out of his strangled throat.

— Gepard! Brother, I beg you… that's enough, let's go home! Forgive me!

He's not listening. You can't see his face, but you can feel the weight of his gaze on your own body as he lifts up your skirt and casually pulls your underwear down your legs.

— Forgive you? I'm not mad at you, Y/N, — even his voice is cold, sending uncontrollable shivers through my skin. Gepard is silent for a moment, but the back of your head is squeezed by some unpleasant premonition, before your ass is struck by an unbearably burning pain from the whiplash of the belt. The air is knocked out of your clenched lungs, and your nails reflexively dug into your own palms when the walls of the museum heard your heart-rending scream.

— G-Gepard! Please!.. — you scream when you feel some movement behind your back, realizing that your brother swung again, after which another portion of pain stung your flesh.

— I'm just disappointed...

The man mumbles indifferently, ignoring your attempts to escape and hoarse screams, interrupted by coughing when you start choking on your own tears and saliva. And then Gepard strikes again.

— And I have to correct my own mistake.

Blue eyes coldly watch as your flesh turns red, and the stripes from the belt swell on your skin, but Gepard strikes again, and then again, without losing sight of a single shudder of your poor body. You've always been a defenseless little sister to him, whom Gepard so desperately wanted to protect. For himself.

How can you get to someone else? He raised you, he gave you a love that no one in this world is capable of giving you, he was there for you, sharing joys and sorrows with you. You have to choose him. He doesn't accept any other outcome.

The last blow turned out to be more painful than all the previous ones, as if all the disappointment and anger that you awakened in Gepard were now imprinted on your body with pulsating bruises and burning pain, pulling more and more tears from your squeezed eyes.

— I didn't want to hurt you, Y/N … — Gepard says with a barely perceptible note of sadness in his voice, bowing his head and pressing his forehead to the top of your head. — But otherwise you'll slip away from me… I can't let that happen.

You just sniffle and sob softly, pressing your face against the wall, feeling the blood rise to the places where Gepard's fingers continue to press into the skin of your wrists with force. Has he always been like this? Your brother couldn't have changed in a few miserable minutes. You just didn't notice, did you? You didn't notice how obsessed he was with you.

— I should have punished you, but… let me make it up to you and show you that I can be more than just a brother to you.

You barely catch your brother's words because of the ringing that continues to crash into your ears, but for some reason his gentle, guilty tone involuntarily tightened your stomach and nausea rose in your throat, as if now you missed the words that you should have heard, but you don't want to listen so much. You hear the metal belt buckle hitting the floor of the museum, catch the muffled rustle of clothes, feel Gepard's warm palm making its way down your stomach and settling between your legs, and reflexively squeeze your hips, opening your eyes in fright.

— N-no, what are you…?

— Relax, Y/N. I know you, I know what you like… — the rough pads of your fingers press on the dry clitoris, sending an unpleasant wave of pleasure through your body. — If you think there's something I can't help you with, then that's not the case. If you need a lover, I'll be him for you, — Gepard's lips press against your hair, and his fingers gently massage the treacherously trembling lump, slowly sliding down between the folds until your brother feels the sparsely released moisture, exhaling contentedly and returning back to the clitoris. — See? Your body reacts to me, doesn't that prove that I'm not just a brother to you?

— Stop it, please… I can't… — you break into sobs, clenching your teeth and closing your eyes in resignation, feeling something hot and hard pushing insistently between your closed thighs. — Please, at least not here…

— Are you afraid that someone will hear us? I sent Eris home, we're alone. Unless your new friend decided to stay and watch.

— I… I'm a virgin, brother, please… — even a whisper sounds so hoarse, coming off your tongue after screams tearing at your throat, but you still find the strength to speak, without losing hope that this will stop Gepard.

— I know. The fact that I'm going to be your first man should finally make you look at me differently, shouldn't it?

— I… don't know… Ng-h! — you cry out in pain as Gepards's hips press against your bruised bottom and his cock penetrates between your thighs before sliding back out, now resting against your narrow entrance.

— It's okay, just trust me, — Gepard says soothingly, gently but persistently pressing on your closed thighs with his knee, effortlessly forcing them apart.

Resilient hot flesh slowly enters the vagina, stretching the virgin walls, and your body is hit by a new, unknown pain. It's too big. You feel your walls bursting at the seams around his cock, indifferently continuing to make its way deep into the vagina, accompanied by your stifled sobs and exhausted screams. The incessant movements of your brother's fingers massaging the clitoris slightly dampen the painful sensations of the first penetration, but this is still not enough.

Gepard's hot breath burns your scalp when it finally enters you completely, stopping for a few seconds, giving you time to get used to it. As if a few measly moments would be enough to get used to the idea of your own brother's cock inside you, whose hands never loosened their grip, holding your wrists firmly against your back.

— Just be patient for a while. I promise this pain will go away, don't you believe me?

You're not answering. Impotence is so disgusting that you feel like you're about to throw up, and maybe Gepard would even stop if it turned you inside out, but it doesn't happen. Your head is so heavy, and even behind your closed eyelids you can feel everything spinning uncontrollably. You are afraid to open your eyes, afraid to believe that what is happening now is real.

But no matter how hard you try to deny it, everything is happening for real. Gepard really carefully kisses the top of your head, really pulls out his cock from your insides, leaving only the head bleeding from the ejaculate in the vagina, then slowly filling you again, and his fingers really massage your clitoris, causing treacherous arousal, from which you are overcome with even greater nausea.

Why are you pleased? Because he's your brother? No, that's not right. You should hate him, should hate yourself for your body not obeying, enjoying the even still slightly painful languid thrusts.

But you… enjoy it.

Every time when Gepard comes out of you, tiny drops of blood seep out, mixed with the transparent juices of treacherous arousal, trickling down your thighs. You hear your brother's voice murmuring reassuringly into your hair, but you can't make out a word, catching only the nasty ringing that has settled in the depths of your ears.

You're so narrow inside, so warm and pleasant, just like Gepard imagined. He's a little embarrassed to admit even to himself that he did sometimes imagine your first sex when he took a shower with you. Your body has changed so much, you have become such a beauty, isn't it natural that he was aroused by your naked body?

And now it belongs to him.

Your brother feels so good that he inevitably becomes greedy, speeding up the pace, just assuming that now you won't be hurt anymore. This bliss that he is experiencing now is so alluring and seductive, he just can't help himself. Of course, Gepard would like this to happen in a more intimate setting, under more pleasant circumstances, but the anger that you made him feel while talking to Sampo has been reborn into this perverted desire that he cannot control.

Just once… Just once, won't you let your brother show weakness?

— No one… I won't let anyone talk to you, see you, touch you anymore… — thoughts break out of Gepard's tongue by themselves, and he doesn't even notice how his thrusts have become rougher, and his groin began to slash into your mutilated ass.

You're so hot, it's so hard to breathe, but what scares you even more is the strangely growing feeling in your lower abdomen. You don't know what it is, but for some reason you are sure that you should not give in to it, you should resist. However, it still wins up over and over again, spreading in scalding waves under the skin.

Your pulse vibrates so clearly under the pads of Gepard's fingers, and something comes out of your strangled throat that sounds more and more like the moans he dreamed of. It's too much, you're too good, too perfect. He can cum inside you, won't you mind? If suddenly you can get pregnant from him… How wonderful your children will be, can you imagine?

A few more careless thrusts, a few rough presses on your clitoris, and your brother feels you clench even tighter around his cock, and your back arches even under the pressure of his hand.

— That's it… Feel it, Y/N... Remember that only I can give you such pleasure… — a restrained moan, more like a growl, escapes from the man's throat, and the last ruthless thrust makes your chest painfully crash into the wall.

Your insides feel numb, but you still feel something viscous filling you when your brother's cock freezes and now pulsates so clearly in the spasming walls.

— You're mine… Do you hear it, Y/N? You belong only to me… — Gepard whispers to you as the last drops of sperm flow out of the urethra of his cock. — I'll never leave you. I'll never betray you. Just don't… don't try to replace me anymore.

You open your eyelids slightly, watching the tears fall from your trembling eyelashes and hit the floor under your feet.

If this isn't a nightmare that looks so disgustingly like reality, then what is?..