That Feixiao Post

That feixiao post…

Feixiao growling in your ear as she works her knot in, her grip tightening, pulling you closer. Tighter.

[nsft utc]

cw. omegaverse

the first time you take her knot is certainly a challenge. she’s just so… thick, forcing hiccuping whines from your lips every time she bumps it against your lower lips. feixiao huffs and grunts above you, large hands intermittently squeezing at your soft waist. your own are digging into her back, clawing into her tattoo in a way that has shivers running up and down her spine. she kisses the corner of your mouth, lightly nipping to refocus your scattered attention, halfway-drunk on pheromones and her scent. it settles thick in the air around you, lining the insides of your lungs and only adding fuel to the flames of your desire.

“relax, little vixen,” feixiao breathes, her lips shifting lower to press kisses along your jaw. her teeth scrape down the sensitive flesh of your neck, lithe tongue darting out to taste the sheen of sweat on your skin, right over your pulse point. you shiver and whine, a sound so intrinsically omega that it has her jerking her hips a little more forcefully in response, her knot pushing against your tight entrance.

“b-big, ‘s too big,” you whimper, and feixiao growls deep in her throat before sinking her teeth into the slope of your neck, just above where it meets your shoulder. almost a mating bite. it has the desired response from you, as you keen out her name in a lovely cry, arching off the bed and into her muscular frame. she feels your inner walls relax ever so briefly, and with a grunt, presses forward.

you stretch beautifully around her knot, blind instinct driving you forward to lean up and bite down into her shoulder. she hisses and tightens her grip on you, hands sliding down from your waist and lower to your hips, before stopping at the curve of your ass into your thigh. she hoists your legs up, spreading them further for her, opening you, and pushes more of her knot inside you as you writhe beneath her. babbles of her name spill from your pretty, kiss-swollen lips, and feixiao pants as she feels your cunt clench around her length that she’s already stuffed inside you.

“jus’ a little more, vixen,” she coos, strained from the effort of holding herself back. tears like raindrops line your eyes and cling to your lashes in thick clumps, and a soothing, rumbling purr spills from her throat at the sight. “almost there, sweet girl, almost there—“she can feel your wetness drip out of your drooling cunt, smearing the last few milimeters of her knot in slick. she kisses you one last time before pulling you towards her as she moves forward, and her knot slips inside you with a slick pop.

the result is instantaneous. your eyes roll all the way back into your head as you scream her name, loud enough that she’s sure her neighbors heard. squirt sprays from your cunt as you seize around her, squeezing so tightly around her cock like you need it to survive. feixiao’s breath turns ragged as she holds herself back from cumming inside you immediately like some kit whose balls just dropped, but it takes so much effort that her hands that have left your legs to grip the sheets rip the fine silk fabric. her knot swells impossibly larger, locking her inside you.

when some semblance of thought returns to you, you find yourself staring up into her teal eyes, dark with desire. feixiao’s long hair forms a curtain around her face as she looks down at you. one hand drags over the bulge she forms in your tummy and you moan at the touch, thighs twitching around her waist. your moan turns into a cry as she presses down with the flat of her palm, as if trying to feel her dick inside you. she groans at the sight and the sound of you, before gripping the flesh of your thighs and snapping her hips forward. the fat tip of her cock smushes against the spongy bunch of nerves inside you and you claw your nails down her back in return.

feixiao grins at that, and you know you’re in for a long, long night.

thinking about shalom who’s absolutely pathetic for you. in public, she keeps up an image somewhat but she doesn’t make an effort to let others know you’re on her mind. she’ll happily stare at you all day because best believe she’s wherever you are. in private? lord, she’s attached to your hip. shalom kisses you like you give her life. when you pull back, she’s there, chasing after your lips. she just can’t get enough of how you feel against her. honestly there is no kissing between you two, only make out sessions.

shalom will guide your hand between her legs any chance she gets. she doesn’t care much for sex but when it’s you? she can’t control herself. whenever you come around, it’s like her body goes into this constant state of need. but outside of sexual activities, shalom has an unconscious need to be touching you at all times. she holds your hand, plays with your hair, runs her nails down your back, anything that involves physical contact, shalom will do it.

and when she can’t be near you, she looks at you with such longing, it’s almost sad. if she’s away on a mission, shalom keeps a picture of you and her in her jacket that she’ll look at when she misses you (that’s all the time).

yandere! best friend x fem reader...౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅

hellooo everyone I'm so sorry for such a delayed post but I'm finally in a good enough head space to return to writing & post this draft!! A bunch has happened this past month + I got an eyebrow piercing ;p !!

Alessandra is the best friend anyone could ever ask for because she defends you and clears your name even when you're not in the room. Sure, she can get really scary like the antagonist of a Stephen King film but that doesn't stop her from continuing on making sure everyone knows not to talk down on you, ever. If anything she uses her intense nature to her advantage when it comes to putting certain people in their place. She never wants you to feel as though you need to 'calm' your fashion sense, quiet your voice or become a follower. no, you'll never have to worry about that with her, ever. She has a habit of very loudly calling 'sneaky' shit talkers out whenever the two of you just so happen to encounter them in public. Alessandra is far from intimidated from anybody, she can make a seemingly easy going situation go tense in the snap of a finger.

Takes photos of you with her grey, sticker decorated digital camera while telling you to, "Pose, babe. Show the camera what it wants to see." She has a ton of photos of you looking into the camera with a sickeningly innocent expression on your face, all saved in a pretty pink binder with letter stickers spelling out your name on the surface.

loves making you sit on her lap and hates, I mean fucking HATES, when you act like you're too heavy for her to handle.

"Wh-what the fuck are ya talking about? Just sit down, babe, y'not making any sense."

Tells you to give her a fashion show after you buy new clothing and she tells you how beautiful she finds you the entire time.

"look at that, baby. so fucking pretty, hm?"

She loves spoiling you with gifts having to do with your deepest, truest desires. But each and every time she does so, she claims you don't have to give her anything back because she really doesn't need anything more other than your love & presence. However, that doesn't stop you from witnessing her eyes water and cherry red lips quiver at the sight of you gifting her CDs from her favorites bands, a brand new plectrum, etc. It makes her heart melt when she comes to terms with the fact that you remember everything she tells you, you listened to all of her obsessive ramblings. Truly listened.

Alessandra adores being able to hold you during the many nights of you sleeping over at her apartment. The act of cuddling with you just makes her feel an intense sense of comfort and safety, even when she's the one being the little spoon. The floral scent of your shampoo fills her nose, the soft skin of your back decorated by a satin slip rubs against her chest, your hand grasps hers in return, faint screams from a horror flick sounds out from her television. God, everything about you and the feelings you bring her is so perfect. To her, you're beyond perfect.

You could call her for absolutely anything and she'd drop everything just to hear your voice & make sure you're okay. She has shown up to your apartment as late (or early...) as four in the morning because you called her sobbing. She doesn't leave your apartment even when you've stopped crying, she spends the night caressing your hair, kissing any exposed skin and whispering word of assurance.

loves lounging around while listening to music with you.

constantly has her arm wrapped around your shoulder.

Always buys you tickets to the gigs of your favorite artists and bands.

Takes each and every chance she gets to treat you to a trip abroad, you're her best friend. Why wouldn't she want you to see the beauties of the world? She cannot stop the almost crazed smile that spreads across her face when the two of you are sat inside of a cafe on the cobble stone streets of Italy with a Sicilian sun beaming down on the two of you.

offers to spoon feed you your freshly served affogato.

Twisted Affections (GL) (P. 1)

Yandere! Emperor's Mistress X Empress! Reader

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The lessons that had been instilled in you since birth resurfaced in your mind: ‘The Mother of the Nation should be dignified, elegant, and composed. She should never show any sign of weakness in front of her subjects.’ 

But you couldn’t help but break in her embrace.

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[tw: adultery, s*xism, slight description of blood/injury]

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Your marriage with your husband—the Emperor, was a cold and loveless one, devoid of any warmth or affection. 

The two of you were betrothed to each other at a young age for the sake of politics. You were the daughter of an influential duke, while he was the heir to the throne. To the gaze of others, it had seemed like the perfect match. 

You had once thought the same. You had hoped that the differences between the two of you would find a resolution in the arrangement, but that wish gradually withered away, unfulfilled. 

You could only silently endure the circumstances you were placed in, maintaining the perfect facade expected of an Empress.

As the years passed, the weight of responsibility overshadowed the absence of love in your marriage, settling deep within you as resigned acceptance.

But deep down, a small, naive part of you still wished for a happy ending with your prince, like in all those fairy tales your mother had once read to you before she died.

Your parents’ marriage had also been an arranged one, but as a little girl, you remembered the way your father would look at your mother as if she had hung all the stars in the sky. Perhaps one day, your husband would look at you in the same way?

It was simply too bad that this small hope of yours had been mercilessly crushed the moment your husband brought her home.

The sight of them together made your stomach twist into knots, and your words were caught in your throat. Your hands trembled as you clutched the silky fabric of your gown, trying to maintain a steady composure.

She was beautiful, with flowing blond locks and bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight filtering through her delicate skin.  Although dressed in a simple gown that marked her status as a commoner, she exuded the grace and elegance of a noble princess.

A faint smile played on her lips as she laughed lightly with your husband, and he returned her smile with an equally warm one.

Why had he never smiled at you like that before?

“Her Majesty has arrived!” announced the servant behind you, and only then, did the lovers part.

Your eyes met her blue ones. Her face lit up with excitement and delight as she took several steps toward you before stopping abruptly, realizing she was in front of the Emperor's wife.

Her eyes widened, and she immediately fell into a curtsy. Her dress rustled softly as her head dipped lower, revealing the graceful lines of her neck and arms.

"G-greetings, Your Majesty! I've been looking forward to meeting you." Her voice held a slight tremor as she spoke.

She seemed younger than you, an edge of innocence that stirred people's protectiveness under her words—it served as another bitter reminder that the man you married did not belong to you.

You ignored her gaze boring into you; instead, turning your eyes back to your husband.

Your tone was icy, "What is this?"

"Lucia is going to live at the palace." He replied smoothly.

A hazy sense of familiarity washed over you once you heard her name come out of his mouth, but that was quickly forgotten with his next words:

"I intend to make her my concubine."

"What?" Your breath hitched sharply. "Why was I not informed of this sooner?"

He furrowed his brows in disapproval, "I do not need to explain my decisions to you. Do not get ahead of yourself."

"Have you not thought about what others would think—"

"Is that all you worry about?”

“Excuse me?”

“You have failed in your duty as my wife, for four years, you have not bore me a single child. It was about time someone else took care of it."

The harshness of his words cut through you like a blade, leaving you momentarily speechless. He continued, unperturbed by your silence, "My decision is final. I expect you, as the Empress, to give her suitable accommodations and see that she gets properly educated and trained."

You suddenly felt the urge to laugh, a humorless scoff ripping from your mouth as a cold fury burned within you. Your fingers curled tightly against your palm until it drew blood.

Your voice was hollow:

"I have important matters to attend to. Enjoy your stay, Lady Lucia."

Without waiting for an answer, you turned on your heel and strode out the grand corridors, the entourage of servants silently trailing behind you.

The sound of numerous steps echoed throughout the halls, but you had never felt as lonely as you did in that moment.

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Soon, word had spread quickly of Lucia's arrival as the Emperor's new concubine.

Even your family had heard the news. You were quickly met with a wrathful letter from the Duke, shaming you for losing to another woman—a commoner, no less.

For days, you had remained alone in your chambers. Rereading the scathing remarks written on the crumpled letter over and over again. Your father’s scorn a heavy burden on your already weary shoulders.

But what could you do? The Emperor's actions were beyond your control. It wasn't unheard of for a monarch to take lovers, and in some ways, even expected.

And the task of ignoring the jeers and taunts behind your back was becoming increasingly harder. In order to distract yourself, you began to drown yourself in the your duties.

"—They say Her Majesty is infertile. If that's true then here's no doubt about it; she'll be replaced by that new girl soon."

"—She's growing older each day, but there is still no sign of a child being conceived. Of course His Majesty would become tired of her."

"Poor thing."

You felt your fingers dig deeper into the gloves you wore, humiliation coiling in your gut. Behind you, your personal maid, Mary, spoke up, her voice filled with indignation on your behalf.

"Your Majesty, I'll go teach them a lesson—"

"No need," You replied, with a composed exterior, you continued walking. "Let's go."

As your husband had requested, you provided Lucia with everything he had asked for: servants, new gowns, jewelry, and suitable living quarters (which you ensured were as far away as possible from your residence). The lavish gifts and quarters were more than generous, a testament to your patience.

You had also ensured that her presence would be kept minimally invasive to your daily life. Hopefully, the only times you would encounter her were on formal occasions, and nothing else.

But it seemed that fate had a cruel way of playing tricks on mortals.

From the corner of your eye, a hint of blonde hair caught your attention.

You halted in your steps as Lucia's face came into view, accompanied by a small group of her attendants.

‘Why was she here?’

The sight was enough to put you on edge; the last person you wanted to see right now was your husband's mistress.

She wore a delighted expression on her face as the group made their way toward you, "Your Majesty! I've been looking for you.”

Before you could respond, Mary stepped forward and quickly curtsied before the blonde woman, a hint of unfriendliness in her tone:

"Lady Lucia, how can we help you?"

An indiscernible emotion flashed across Lucia's eyes before she smiled again.

"I wanted to thank Her Majesty for all the help she has given me, and was going to invite her for tea."

You couldn't believe your ears. Was she testing your patience on purpose?

"Her Majesty has important business to attend to. Perhaps we could arrange another time." Mary suggested firmly. 

But the blonde woman ignored Mary’s words, and turned her expectant gaze towards you instead.

You remained composed, offering Lucia a polite smile that did not quite reach your eyes.

"I appreciate the kind gesture, Lady Lucia. But perhaps another time.”

You watched as Lucia's smile faltered, before she slowly nodded her head,

"I see... I'm sorry if I'm bothering you,"

You made a mental note to instruct the guards later not to let her wander around freely anymore. Seeing her every day would likely ruin your mood even more.

"—But,"

Shocked gasps rose from the attendants around you.

“My lady!”

Lucia paused, then her delicate fingers lifted the hem of her gown to reveal the crimson-stained slippers underneath. The blood had seeped through, staining her pristine white stockings a dark, ominous shade of red.

Your eyes widened in shock. The gory sight was enough to send shudders down your spine.

Lucia's eyes were wide, and her lips curved up into a serene smile, "It wouldn't hurt Her Majesty to join us this once."

"Lady Lucia... What are you planning?" You demanded, your voice trembling slightly as an unsettling feeling began to settle in the pit of your stomach.

Her voice rang out, sickeningly sweet:

"I only wish to repay you. It would be a shame for His Majesty to hear about his beloved concubine getting injured in the Empress' own quarters. Wouldn't you agree, Your Majesty?"

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Anyone of the monster girl wanna fuck in the woods?like any specific one youd like+researcher and everybodys looking for them (researcher and e.g. kelvin manage to lose them and fuck in the woods, she got researcher using the tree to lean on and get buldozed)

Oh im the anon whos asking to be either 🌶 anon or 🤡 anon (prefer the chili one) can i be that in your blog?

I’d say Zoya, Angell, Kelvin and probably Du Ruo would take up the opportunity to fuck the Researcher in the woods. The other girls either don’t care and would fuck the Researcher in the tent, or they have some other private place where they could fuck her.

Since you brought up Kelvin however, I will talk about this scenario with her specifically! I imagine that Slime! Kelvin barely gets any time with the Researcher, as she is hogged by many of the more possessive monsters. Kelvin is too timid to fight for your love, so one day while everyone else is distracted, Slime! Kelvin just swoops in and scoops you up on her gelatin-like arms (slimes can be surprisingly thick enough to hold humans) and slides away into the woods so she could rail you there.

Slime! Kelvin is so cute, looking around nervously as she huffs panicked breaths and pins you to a tree. The other monster girls have realized by now that you and Kelvin are missing, so they immediately go on the hunt for you. Kelvin’s gotta be quick, so this poor slime girl just lets you hold onto a tree while she slides her slimy cock into you and practically melts at the feeling of your pussy.

By the time a monster girl finds you, they are shocked to see the timid and shy slime girl just practically bulldozing you from behind, whimpering and holding onto your waist as you cling onto a tree to ground yourself from Slime! Kelvin’s frantic thrusts…

TEXTS ; college student!NAKAMURA KAZUHA as your roommate

WARNINGS ; subtle jealousy, dense!kazuha, mentions of clubbing/party life

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