I'm not sure if multiple requests are allowed (if not please feel free to ignore), but can I also request Lisa kink hcs?

{☆} characters lisa minci {☆} notes drabble, hc's, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings 18+ content, drugging (consensual)

{☆} pet play

lisa adores breaking in brats just as much as she loves obedient pups– either works for her, really, but seeing you on your knees with a collar and a leash around your throat..oh it gets her going. she won't even let you talk unless you need to stop– dogs don't speak, after all. if you've been really bad she has no problem muzzling you, too. hearing your panting and whining muffled by the leather as she constantly edges you, pushing you to the edge just to pull you back..it's her favorite part. if you've been bad, anyway. if you were a good pup, she might just overstimulate you instead, see how many times you can cum before those pretty eyes of yours roll back.

{☆} bondage

bit of an expected answer but she definitely enjoys every aspect of it. she certainly doesn't mind coming home to you already restrained, but theres something especially intimate about doing it herself. it let's her tease you, too, making sure the restraints aren't too tight by making you instinctively tug on them when she suddenly touches you or moans in your ear..shes not opposed to being restrained, either, don't get her wrong. leather, ropes, silks..she's got something for every occasion. just be careful to choose something she can't squirm her way out of, because she's surprisingly flexible, and she might just turn the tables on you mid session.

{☆} aphrodisiacs

i mean. this is pretty self explanatory. her passive literally helps with potion making, she's absolutely made something of this variety before. whoever takes it depends on the mood– sometimes it's just one of you, sometimes it's both. she just loves seeing you so needy and warm, barely able to keep your hands to yourself. when it's just her taking it, it's more of a means of..relaxation. no stress, no worries, just being taken care of by you for a bit where she can turn her brain off and enjoy it. but her favorite is when you both take it– let's you both just..let loose and fuck like rabbits for a bit, get out a bit of pent up energy. especially if you haven't seen each other for a while. if you thought she was insatiable on a good day, it's so much worse now.

A Cultist

Gaves woke up to the sensation of his right foot being chewed on. Starting, he quickly jolts upwards only to find his wrists and ankles tied  down to the cold, stone floor. Yelping; the man's voice scared away whatever -it- was making a meal out of his big toe. Wild eyes search his surroundings, trying to get an idea of where he was. "Great..." Gaves said sarcastically to no one. The room around him was surprisingly large, with enough room for him to get up, and stretch- If Gaves could get up and stretch. Several chubby holes adorned the dreadful looking interior with a single dim torch on each wall to light up the 'cave'. Where were his clothes was the next though, a draft reminding him that yet again he was naked. Gaves always thought the best opportunities in life came when you were naked. Several minutes pass without incident. Aside from the occasional chattering of rats, Gaves hoped it was rats, there wasn't much happening in the tomb; Gaves came to the conclusion that he had been tied down in a crypt. It had to be his second worst location to be bound in, the smelly stables of a barn was still first. All this for a girl, Gaves thought.

It was a cool, lonely night; A prime opportunity to find a lady, or ladies with similar values in mind. Up and down the grass roads of the Mage Quarter Gaves went, practically stopping for every skirt that caught his eye. Most were polite, and either slapped, or shooed him away. At least they were prompt with their answer. The real trouble was dealing with the girls who just liked to tease, wasting valuable time that could be used to be finding the previously mentioned ladies. Gaves almost considered coming home. That is until he came across a very enticing figure dressed up in a form fitting, black dress. Needless to say Gaves didn't need anymore inspiration. Blonde hair framed a pair of hazel eyes with a button nose. Her name was... something with an R. Truth be told Gaves couldn't remember for the life of him, but it didn't matter in the scheme of things. She wanted to be called 'Tootsy'. What a funny name, Gaves thought. Regardless of the silly notations of names Gaves got what he wanted out his night. Eager thoughts of lust were all that were had amongst the similar minded citizens. Of course, it was prudent to express such things, and Gaves did. Happily Tootsy responded back with her own desires, and the two skipped to the nearest secluded location; Tootsy's house. Up the crooked stairwell they climbed, mouths full of each other. Needless to say that only good things could come with desires like minded as such, Gaves preparing himself for an absolute treat of a woman. Opening an unlocked door, the woman pulled Gaves inside, revealing a rather quaint looking room. A single bed, dresser, bathroom, and kitchen. It was humble. Slowly Tootsy crept away to her dresser, leaving Gaves' lips burning with desire. On the upside; Air rushed back into his lungs. Sliding open the drawer, she pulled out a small pouch of dust. An aphrodisiac she told him, how could Gaves say no? Throwing himself on the bed, he layed on his back as he awaited for Tootsy to return him. Her form eventually slithering on top of him. Sensually she traced her fingers around his chest, the bag of dust loosely pulled along. Reaching the outline of his chin, she then opened up the bag, and poured some dust into her h and. "Try this." she coo'd. Like an idiot, Gaves nodded. Inches away from his face, she blows the dust into his face; Gaves, of course, took a sharp inhale. It was dry, Gaves remembered how dry his throat felt. Next was the feeling in his toes, then the rest of body, strangely enough smell was the last sense to go as the world faded to black. He smelt a faint reminder of cherry.

Now he was here, in the middle of a damned crypt, naked. It could've been worse, he thought as he awaited his fate in the darkness. It could be like that time in the alley with that thief... what was her name, something with an O, Oph- His inner thoughts were silenced by the herald of soft, leather boots slinking down the stone steps into the room. Gaves smelt her before he saw her. It was Tootsy again, thank the light. Sadly, though, she smelt like a fart. Part of him wished this wasn't a side effect to the aphrodisiac, he didn't want to smell the world through an awful filter. Casually, he called out. "Darlin', y'know, you coulda' just told me you like tying men up." A sincere smile followed. "I would've happily partook in your fantasy." For as generous as Gaves might've sound, Tootsy wanted no part of it. Silently, she took a kneeling position at his head. Suddenly, Gaves noticed an oddly shaped object in her hand, it gleamed under the torchlight; a dagger, of course. The optimist he was, Gaves figured it was part of the 'act'. Everyone fucks funny to someone, this was probably her way of demonstrating power, probably. Carrying on a conversation with the wall, Gaves asked a barrage of questions that were met with silence. Even "Can you at least get on me?" was answered with the same amount of enthusiasm as the room they were in. Giving up, Gaves took in the position he was in: Cold, tied up, naked, and paired up with a polar opposite who had a dagger. For anyone with sense this spelt trouble, but Gaves knew better; All it was to him was an elaborate fantasy drawn up by Tootsy that only he could partake in. A sense of pride lifted his spirits, it almost lasted for a minute before Tootsy began chanting.

"Su fo eno" The cute blonde groaned in a much deeper, guttural tone Gaves wasn't familiar with. "A sufo-who?" Gaves asked. "Su fo eno." Tootsy replied, looking straight ahead as she held the dagger, and hand in her lap. Over and over again the girl groaned. Now, Gaves started to worry. Was this a call for her 'friend' to show up? He didn't know who this 'Su fo eno' was, but he didn't want to find out. Light, he prayed it was another woman. "Sweetheart," He tried. "Why don't you uh, please? Can- Can- Hey, can you st-. HEY! I'm talkin' here, can you stop? HELLO?!" Gaves prided himself for being the only voice in the room at times, only voice you could hear, but he had to hand it to Tootsy, she knew how talk over people. Giving up, Gaves did the most rational thing that came to mind; screaming. "HELLO!" He bellowed, enough to scratch his throat. "ANYONE THERE?!" Followed by three. "HELP! HEEELP HEEEEEEEELP!" It was useless, he sighed in a hoarse voice. The world had either died, or didn't care to see what was the matter. Again, Gaves tried his binds, pulling at the near impossible ropes. Useless, he thought. There was no way he could pull himself free. All the while Tootsy had a steady pace to her chants; the pace, and volume increasing with every verse. Soon, she was screaming almost as loud as Gaves, almost. Finally, after wreaking havoc with his eardrums with those three words, Tootsy stopped. "Thank the light." Gaves muttered looking down at his feet. "Say, you think- OWW!" Gaves yelped. Tootsy had finally used that blade, and in the worst way imaginable, to Gaves. With a quick flick of her wrist, she sliced open part of his chest, blood running out of the wound. His natural instinct was to grab at the wound, but the binds prevented that. In pain, he snarled. "Why you little fuc-" Again, he was interrupted by Tootsy. "Lord Shal'zhar. I have brought you tribute." Who had bowed her head, but to who. Nobody else was in the room except them. Great, on top of being into things above Gaves' pay grade, she was also crazy. That's when the 'Lord' spoke back.

It wasn't what he said that hurt Gaves' feelings, it was how he said it. "-This- is your tribute?" A hollow voice that was several octaves lower  than humanly possible spoke. Gaves often wondered how demons sounded so terrifying, was it coffee and cigarettes? Startled, Gaves looked around for the source of the voice, but found nothing. Panic in his eyes, he looked up to Tootsy, who like him, looked nervous. "L-Lord Shal'zhar," She started, head still bowed. "I have picked only the finest-" The lord interrupted. "LIES!" The sheer anger in the demon's voice shook the room. Dust falling off the ancient shelves. "You've brought me a mere morsel." If not for the fact that Gaves was being sacrificed, his pride would've been in tatters. "You have failed me, failed me for the last time." Gaves whimpered a soft. "Oh no." Tootsy, who stayed quiet, eyed what Gaves had said. Hissing a whisper, Gaves plead. "Do something!" Tootsy did her best. "Lord Shal'zhar, I can do better, I can find another one, a better one, a str-" Shal'zhar didn't allow her to finish the plea for mercy. "ENOUGH!" The voice was enough to scare even the strongest of Paladins in Stormwind. Gaves had the feeling that Tootsy was in way over head, as apparent by her current look. "You will suffer for your sin..." The voice said, the entire room looking even darker than it already was. Gaves looked back at Tootsy who had a look that said 'It's all over.' Just then, of course by Gaves's feet, Several purple, meaty hands appear. Grabbing at what looked to be just air, they took hold, and began to pull. This was bad, this was really bad. If Gaves voice didn't crack from the amount of screaming, it would've by now. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" He plead, really hoping that the Lord didn't want him. Tootsy on the other hand was a little more calm, at least she wasn't screaming. Chanting, she looked to be trying to counter the portal. Despite her efforts the hands continued to pull, now tearing open a rift between realities. A void blacker than the room around them carried out Lord Shal'zhar's voice. "You're mine!" It sounded as if he was in the room. Bigger, and bigger the rift grew, large enough to pull a decent sized man through. In his final thoughts, Gaves would've never have thought that a man with awful teeth would save him.

An old man wrapped up in robes almost as bad as Tootsy's inched down the stairs, supported by a gnarled cane. With half an eye, he looked over the scene, mostly looking over in disappointment at Tootsy. "Again?" He said in a scratchy voice. Tootsy shot him a look, but didn't stop chanting. With a sigh that almost collapsed him, the elder nodded. "Very well." Sadly, Gaves couldn't make out what the old man was saying, mostly because of his screaming, but whatever it was Shal'zhar wasn't a fan of it. "YOU AGAIN!?" It bellowed, almost in pain. "YOU WILL NOT STOP ME AGAIN! YOU WILL-" Like a door slamming shut the hands closed together a thunderous crack, an overwhelming amount of energy coursing throughout the room as a result. Sighing again, the old man looked as if he was going to keel over and die at any moment. Tootsy was the first to speak, Gaves's voice hurt too much. "Thanks..." she muttered, eyes glued to the floor. Like a teacher scolding a student, the old man replied. "Three times now you have done this, what did you hope to accomplish, hmm?" The amount of air that wheezed out of his lungs was enough to deflate the living skeleton, and leave him begging for air. Somehow, he was fine. "Don't meddle with powers." A sharp wheeze followed. "you can't handle." Gaves almost felt bad for Tootsy, almost. If it not been for the situation, he would've comforted her for failing a test. "Go now. I'll deal with you later." Tootsy shivered, almost as bad as when the good lord spoke. Picking up her dagger, she hung her head, and passed the old man by the stairs. Now, it was just Gaves, and an old man. Typically, this wasn't how Gaves liked to greet new people. Swallowing, he did his best to impress. "Hi, I'm Gaves-" This had to be the fourth time he was interrupted, but this time it was with laughter.

How that old man managed to laugh, and undo the bindings was beyond Gaves. The bard almost thought the man, whose name was Ryart, would fall over from the exertion, and still leave three limbs bound. "Is that so?" Ryart said, finishing the fit of pained wheezing. "I think not, then." Gaves rubbed his wrists that had been burned proper by the ropes. "Yeah, well, how was I supposed to know?" Gaves retorted, sitting up. Ryart didn't offer a hand, only a snide remark. "Only an idiot would say that." Snorting, he inspected the room. "How long were you down here?" Gaves racked his brain for the answer, truthfully he didn't know. "An hour, I don't know. Damn girl knocked me out with some dust-" Ryart stopped him. "Dust, what kind of dust?" Gaves look flustered. "I don't know. Dust, y'know. It was dust." Ryart didn't look convinced, but his interest in the situation was fleeting. "Alright. Are you alright, can you move?" A milky, grey eye looked over the gruesome looking cut Tootsy left. Luckily, it was merely a tip cut that didn't go too far in. "No, I'm fine. I'll be fine." Ryart snorted. "Good. Oh, and uh find something to wear, ok?" Gaves refrained from dropping his jaw, now he almost wished that he had been killed. "You don't have anything for me?" He asked, praying that the old man was just playing a joke. Ryart answered with his body, already inching back up the stairs. A soft. "Nope." was offered. Gaves contemplated just beating the man over the head for the robes, but figured not to. Something about that old man scared Lord Shal'zhar. and Gaves didn't want to find out.

It was rough couple of hours jumping from bush to bush. It turns out he was in the basement of some bar in the mage district. The faces of the staff were enough to have Gaves hiding indoors for the next several hundred years. At least there wasn't anyone else to gawk as he ran out with two hands over his crotch. Whether weaving behind guards, lovers, or nefarious looking individuals, Gaves wanted nothing to do with the world. Finally,  making it back to his house in the trade district, he bangs on the oak double doors, praying someone would hear the commotion. His neighbor, Paul, sleepily opened his own apartment door. "Hullo?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. Slinking over to the banging, he put his ear to the door. "Who's there?" Gaves hissed. "It's me Gaves. Open up!" Without second guessing it, Paul undid the lock, and pried open the door. Gaves, who was opposed to violence, forced his hands over Paul's eyes in a savage manner. "Listen to me, Paul. I need you to let me inside, alright? Just turn around, and head back to your apartment. Don't turn around. Alright?" Gaves waited for the answer, which came in an unsure. "Ok? Gaves, are you in deb-" Gaves snapped. "NO! No, no, sorry. No, it's not money. Look, just turn around, ok?" Paul, nodded. "Ok." Gaves slowly pulled his hands away, revealing that Paul had kept his words, his eyes were slammed shut. Carefully he turned around, walked back to his door. With his back turned, he grabbed the edge of his door, and closed it. "Thanks!" Gaves said as it clicked shut. Closing the door behind him, he cut off his connection to the outside. One step closer to being safe, and naked in his own house. Gaves flew to his door, and searched for the spare key under the welcome mat. He always heard awful stories of home invasions, but who actually do such a thing to -him-? Picking up the key, he slips it into the keyhole, and pulls back on the knob, finally free at last. Safely inside his home, he inhales his own scent, which was refreshing, considering it had been fear, and farts for the last couple of hours. "Good to be home." He said, collapsing on the couch.