Venus

My intro!

Hello my name is Venus! I’m a fairly new writer and do this whenever I feel like it. I’m a lesbian and go by they/them!

I do write dark content including but not limited to yandere, dub/noncon, and other triggering topics that may make some upset. I do not exclusively write those topics though, and if you wish to still engage with my work most of the time it’s very clear in tags and/or writing what is in the fic :)

I will usually only write for women, but I do also write genderbent versions (male to female), transfem headcanons, or nonbinary characters who may present more male :)

Requests!

I am always open to requests!! I may not respond to everyone if it doesn’t interest me, but I love reading your ideas. Like said above, I only write for female/ female aligned characters :) I also accept nsfw!

Fandoms!

I write for genshin impact, obey me, and wuthering waves!

You can send me asks for characters outside of that but I may not understand what your talking about lmao >_>

will not write and dnis

I am mostly open to everything kink wise, but I will list off the ones I definitely WILL NEVER do:

Scat/pee, marco and micro stuff, pregnancy (like the person is pregnant while doing it (eugh)), murder, extreme bondage and public stuff, men, extreme gore, ANY wound fucking, pets. Oh and feet :)

Dnis:

TERFS, racists, men, pedos/maps, trumpies, honestly standard shit here idk?

If you consider yourself a pro shipper you’re mildly okay to be here, just don’t talk to me about it. I understand what I write can be considered pro shipping but it’s not really about that it’s about the fact most of y’all are freaks 😔

I don’t block minors/ people with no age in bio from seeing my content. Yall finna do it anyways just don’t like… tell me your 12 to my face okay? If you tell me your 11 and start being horny to me your being blocked so just keep your age to yourself.

TW: dubcon, cheating, manipulation, Evil Hot Woman™

Your life is filled with riches. Jewels the size of somebody’s eye sit on your fingers, gowns worth more than houses drape across your body, and your stomach is full of the best food money can buy. One-of-a-kind antiques line the halls, and shimmering glass chandeliers hang from the ceiling. But most importantly, you have a husband, who would give you the world if you so wished.

And you wish to have Lady Cantarella, head of the Fisalia family.

You’ve been sneaking off at night, leaving your bed empty (your husband is away for work often, anyway) to go meet her. You converse at gardens, whispering to each other under the moon. You flirt at beaches, hands moving to places a married woman shouldn’t be touching. You lay in her bed, face buried into her pillow as she ravages your body. It’s all so romantic, hiding your love from the world, keeping it a secret for just the two of you.

No jewels compared to the feeling of her fingers inside you, treating you like porcelain while absolutely ruining you slowly. When you kiss, any idea of the life you need to return to in the morning wash away, leaving just the intoxicating love of Cantarella. Nights with her is nothing compared to days with your husband. Every area where that fool fumbles about is an area where Cantarella excels with elegance. He doesn’t know how to touch you, or treat you correctly—only she understands.

For her, you would give up all the riches, all the money and all your other commitments. You tell her sweetly, drawing shapes mindlessly into her back with your just finger. If it meant being with her, you would do anything.

But you wouldn’t.

Because when push comes to shove, you don’t meet her anymore. The gardens become empty, sand fills in your spot at the beach, and it’s just Cantarella in her bed now. Your husband found out, demanded you cut her off or he cuts you off and lets everybody know about the affair. You like Cantarella more than the money, but you love your reputation. You’re sad, of course, but it’s necessary. Anyone would understand, anyone would do you what you did, if they absolutely had too. And Cantarella does! She knows why you did it, and when you get a moment alone together at the ball to explain to her, she just nods and smiles.

She’s also still smiling when you come crying to her, sobbing about how they somehow found out. Your fellow ladies look at you with disgust, and gentlemen scoff when you’re near. You didn’t know who else to turn too! You beg, clutching her hands tightly. And She notices less of a shine on your ring finger when you do, the big rock leaving a large empty space. But she doesn’t have time to dwell on it when you look up at her with such big, sad eyes that she doesn’t really have another option than to take you in.

She leads you back through familiar halls and into a familiar bed. She holds you softly, cooing sweet words and acting like nothing is wrong. Hands dip lower, gracefully slipping off your expensive panties and discarding them somewhere else. Like the kind person Cantarella is, she makes love to you like she always does. Fingers press against the same spots, and she presses kisses into your neck.

But she gets rougher, slowly.

At a rapid pace her digits pump in and out of you, causing you to squeal and moan. Her soft lips reveal teeth, leaving deep, ugly bite marks across all the visible places she never could before. You whine about how people will see, how you don’t want them there. But Cantarella just shushes you. It won’t matter anyway, because there isn’t a need to hide anymore.

Reader has negative rizz and almost scares the hoes, you’ve been warned

“…and I’m just a huge fan of your acting! You really bring the stage to life, it’s…it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before!” You hands grip Furina’s tightly as you stared up at her with a thousand tiny stars in your eyes. Awe was not strong enough to describe the feelings you were feeling. To meet Furina, the actor you’ve admired since day one, is a dream come true! She’s even more perfect in person, with her wispy white hair and gorgeous eyes. Words of praise flew out your mouth at a million miles a minute, a never ending stream of love and adoration for your favourite actor. Any thought that popped into your head immediately was spoken, not wanting to wait to share with her.

And It was mind-boggling to Furina, how the very shy, meek girl in the audience suddenly became so…energetic? Enthusiastic? Crazy? She took mild note of you in the audience, her eyes meeting yours briefly during the climax of the show. You were sitting front row among 100s of others, clutching a VIP ticket in your hands. She didn’t think much of it at the time, but considering how she’s starting to lose feeling in her hands now, maybe she should—

“You’re so amazing, it’s not even human! You’re truly a god on stage, Ms.Furina!”

What?

Despite the hydro vision in her possession, Furina could swear she felt her blood turn to ice, and mind freeze up on the spot. Fortunately, you don’t seem to notice how her expression stills and hand goes stiff, instead preferring to continue to chat her ear off.

They don’t think I’m the archon right? Furina pauses, and than chuckles in her mind. Yeah, there is absolutely no way you think she’s the archon. I mean, it was a pretty well known event not to long ago—

“You’re really a leader on the stage, so amazing at controlling a room!! But I bet your used to that by now!”

Crap. You totally think she’s the archon.

Furina, who was already only letting out small replies, goes dead silent. You don’t really notice, eyes darting every which way due to nerves until they land back on your favorite actor ever and she’s…staring. Just staring. Still smiling, but just frozen.

In the small meeting room, one could hear the drip of water from the pipes in the ceiling with how quiet it was.

“Well,um…” you hesitate looking for the right words, “What I really want to say is that, you’re very pretty, and I would like to take you out on a date…” the meek girl in the audience returns, standing shyly in front of her with beet-red cheeks. Tiny stars still danced in your eyes, all glimmering with hope of a “yes”.

Gently, you loosen your grip on her hands, still grasping them but this time more delicately—like she’s fine porcelain. “You’re such an amazing person to me, I didn’t even know humans could be so talented! I know you’re not a god, but they should really be jealous of your abilities! I admire you so much, Furina…”

And suddenly, Furina could breathe again. It felt like a massive weight had been lifted on her chest, and she lets out a small chuckle at the feeling. She didn’t notice it before, but her cheeks are hot, and there’s a nervous smile on her face.

“Well, you do seem very passionate,” Furina starts, “so I do suppose we can get to know each other a bit better.” She gives you a small wink, and you feel like your heart may burst out of your chest.

“Come see me after I get out of costume, okay?”

Really bad Sandrone sketch + body HC

TW: violence towards reader, abuse, implied kidnapping

Segment 18, who is so quick to belittle you. She treats the world around her with such disrespect; anyone she doesn’t see as her equal (which is everybody) is regarded with disgust and quick dismissal. She absolutely never takes you seriously. Any complaint, any idea, any thing really is met with a snarky comment and an eye roll. Unlike her older counter parts, 18 is worse at hiding her emotions. She wears it obviously on her face, and it makes it sting more when she insults you.

But don’t be fooled, she’s absolutely obsessed with you. Your not allowed to go far, and your not allowed to like anybody else. It’s just the problem is she can’t even bring herself to admit she likes you. She’s very ashamed of her love for somebody so beneath her, but don’t you dare try to leave!

She’s so easy to ragebait too… you wouldn’t even have to do much, just be mildly annoying for a few minutes and she’s already fuming out her ears hehehe

As a proper lady, Sandrone takes great pride in, well, everything. How she dresses, her demeanor, and especially her tea parties! Everything is perfect for her guests; the table cloth is smooth, the cups and sliverware are laid out nicely, and the tea is piping hot. Truly, there is nothing that could happen that could make this party go wrong…until you walk in.

It’s already easy enough to make sandrone mad, so when you come in, and purposefully mess up the table set up….oh she’s fuming. And when you “accidentally” knock over a teacup, she’s already yelling at you (in her own cute Sandrone way). So of course when the final straw comes, and you take one of Sandrone’s favorite, perfectly placed, well made treats out of the display and pop it in your mouth? It’s not a shocker when she pushes you down to a nearby love seat and gets ontop of you.

She’s being extra rough too, because if you want to act like a brat, you can get treated like one. She’s hastily hiking your dress up , shoving the fabric out of the way. It doesn’t take long for her fingers to find your (already wet) cunt, and her face is too shift into one of faux disgust. How are you already wet?? Are you enjoying this?!? Sandrone’s even less happy when the only response you give her is a chuckle and a sly grin!! Well she’ll make sure to wipe than grin of your dumb face!

Your flipped around, face buried into some throw pillow while Sandrone pulls her cock out of her lacy underwear. If you could actually see behind you (her hand has a death grip on your hair, holding you in place), you would see her head is all red and leaky…well clearly your going to have to fix this, because she can’t have others seeing her like this!! In one (or two) swift motions, she’s already at a mind-breaking pace, slamming into you like you owe her money :(

Errrr lwk forgot about the last part but I think I got the essence of the ask… Lauma my beloved big-titty deer <3

Kind, caring Lauma, who works so hard to keep the Frostmoon Scions in order, listening to their troubles and soothing them; Who talks with animals and treats every living thing with kindness, and who fights for her people when they are in danger. From the outside, Lauma is the epitome of everything “good” and “pure”. Too bad nobody knows all she’s thinking about is you in some very dirty positions hehehe…

She tries very hard to keep the images of your chest out of her mind while she converses with her fellow Scions, but it’s just soooo unfair when you plague her every thought :( all she can think about is your tits with little bite marks littering the skin!! Grahhh you’re making it so hard to focus!! And it doesn’t get any better when she’s with the animals, memories of your cute moans echoing in her ears, begging for her and whispering her name so sweetly. It’s all she can think about, just you,you,you!!