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anomaly | "francis mosses" / milkman

ERRR i cant help it sry it was the horny. MDNI, top male reader

this body felt... weird. it was an unfamiliar skin, but one that he knew might just do the trick this time. the milkman who he learned was francis mosses, was an easy person to impersonate. quiet, stoic, and very attractive in his eyes.

he learned about your mutual affinity over time as he observed the two of you. at first, his intentions were like the rest-- infiltrate and assassinate. you were not like the doormen before, and could actually hold your own against one of them-- you were an intriguing human. he thinks thats when his slow burning obsession started. he saw how the real francis mosses would fix his tie and hat, and try not to shift his eyes elsewhere whenever you

his disguise was perfect, he looked just like that milkman, the only difference was the red that stained his uniform crimson. it couldn't be helped.

he heard your gruff voice call in the next person and a foreign feeling enter his core. he walked up to you, that same practiced stoic face as a mask to hide his nervousness, and hunger. he could smell you through that small opening, but he could feel your stern eyes stare him down.

"francis?" your tone was questioning him. it was trying to coax out an answer, although he knew that you saw through him instantly, "why are you dressed like that?"

"mmm.. it's red milk.. yeah.. red milk.." you sighed, boredom in your eyes as you looked at him once more, before uncovering the blaring red button, and pulling it. suddenly his surroundings were painfully loud, and red.

things weren't suppose to end like this.. in a last ditch effort to convince you, he pressed his forms calloused hands together in a pleading motion, looking at you in a grimace. "please," desperation was starting to seep inside of his tone, "i'm not here for them. i'm here for you. please let me in." your eyes widened in shock at him. the hands that were about to lower the blinds paused.

in all of your years of being a doorman, you've never seen this. sure, you've gotten the ones that play dumb until the end, or the occasional clown or peach man, but you've never seen a doppelganger ever plea for their life. you could hear the familliar footsteps run closer, and the increasingly desperate doppelganger infront of you, before you stood up. your form towered over his, and he shuddered a futile plea coming out of his mouth, before you roughly opened the door, grabbing his thin wrist and tugging him in. he could feel the power you had in your arms and body, and even standing up, he could tell you worked hard to train your body.

your hand tugged him down close to the ground, right before men with yellow hazmat suits came and questioned you. "just a glitch in the system, didn't hit anything." the men shrugged at you, and walked away. once they were gone, your eyes scanned the windows, looking to see if anyone would be coming before dealing with the peculiar doppelgänger infront of you.

from his point of view, you were a god. your strong arms crossed, glaring down at him while he looked up at you in amazement, obsession running deep in his veins. "speak." god, when you were interested, and that gruff tone gets that curious edge, he just goes fuzzy in the head. damn the unfamiliar human body. your legs were spread, and all he could think about was you. "its true, i couldn't care less about the other humans. all i care about is you."

"oh?" you beckoned him closer, his eyes trained on that thick finger of yours. there was no hesitation in his vessel as he shuffled closer. "then why the milkman? there are dozens of other people in this building. for all i know, you could kill me, right here, right now." a dark edge drew in your tone, and he gulped. your warm hand wiped away a smudge of blood from his face, gazing at the crimson fluid before looking at him-- a reminder of his different identity.

"i-i would never..! please, is there anyway i can show you?" his plea made you smirk, an unfamiliar power within your control. he scooted closer to you, a pleasant anxiety building him. once within reach, he was going to put his elbows on your muscular thighs, to plea for your mercy. you saved him, yet that red button could send him back into his narrowly escaped fate. his hands almost reached your clothed thighs, before he felt a sudden force on the back of his neck, shoving him in between your legs. he saw your thick legs wrap around his neck, loosely surrounding him with you.

the doppelganger let out a muffled gasp at the action, feeling his face get shoved into your groin. he was about to question you, until he felt your hand grip his hat and chuck it on your desk, tugging his hair roughly. "if you're so desperate to please me, you know what to do." all he could do was shudder, and inhale. the warm cotton of your pants being inhaled by the desperate doppelganger, helpless under your gaze.

this was everything he could possibly dream of. muffled while he mouthed at your bulge, hands gripping at the side of your thick thighs. he desired you so bad it hurt, and the desire for your approval ran deep in his veins.

you leaned back, hand massaging his short hair on his head. he really did feel like a human, including his touch. "what a good boy.." you mused, watching him look at you with basically sparking eyes before clawing at your waist band, desperate to earn your praise once more. you hated that you saw the doppelganger cute, even though he was an exact copy of the real francis. he mouthed at the cotton of your boxers, the scent of your musk making him dizzy and your warm touch making him pull into your touch.

your other hand went to his face and cupped it, your thumb rubbing his thin bottom lip, before you pushed against the rosy flesh, watching as his mouth went from your hardening cock to your thumb. his eyes were blown wide as he made eye contact with you, his soft tongue licking up your thumb, his bottom lip lightly catching on the rough skin of your thumb pad. he exhaled on your thumb, before he looked at you once more, then slowly pushed your entire thumb in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your finger.

he's so glad he watched those human intercourse videos, he would never be able to impress you like this otherwise! he saw you shudder, a low groan leaving your lips. "fuuuuuuuck, who taught you that?" he just feigned innocence. you could feel blood rush south, and it wasn't long before you pulled his face off of your drool covered fingers, and put it right before your straining bulge. his eyebrows furrowed as you lifted the waistband off, your cock smacking him in the cheek as his eyes widened. "if you're so good at sucking, you should suck this instead.." that smirk that grew on your face made his non existent heart skip a beat. he wasn't entirely sure how to handle it, the videos never had any quite so big. he put his face against it, the instincts in his head taking control. he placed a delicate kiss to the large vein, before he sat there, increasingly confused.

his puzzled look made you chuckle. "what? too big to handle?" he still looked so puzzled, and it made him look so much cuter. "i'll guide you through it, cutie. now use both hands." his hands were by your cock in an instant, and he sat on his knees, awaiting instructions. "now slide them up and down, or you can use one hand to massage my balls." he nodded, lightly intimidated but oh so willing to please. his hands were gently stroking your cock, and his mouth went from the base, licking the stripe all the way up your cock until he reached the tip, a bead of slick precum dribbling as his prize. he happily lapped it up enjoying how you sighed in content. just looking at the doppelganger infront of you made you want to ruin him, needy desperate eyes staring at you while he rubs you off, face pressed against the side or licking the tip of your cock desperate to prove himself.

he never broke eye contact with you, staring into your eyes like you were a god as he took your cock down his throat, humming lightly. "you know.. you don't have to be gentle with me.. us doppelgangers don't have a gag reflex.." a bat of those tired eyes and you were already gritting your teeth, resisting the urge to grab his hair and shove him down until his face was nose deep in your pubes.

he pulled away once more, sensing your hesitation. "please use me, let me show you how much i want you.." he grabbed that hand that lingered on his hair and kissed your fingertips, before placing them back on his sweaty hair and taking more of your cock into his mouth, adjusting and turning ever so slightly, until it popped into his throat. small gurgles and grunts could be heard, before your hand gripped the short hairs tightly, and tugging him back and forth. hallow sounds were heard as he hallowed his mouth, suctioning around your cock. he accepted his fate, hands resigning to your balls to fondle them, ignoring the dull ache in his neck.

you had to look away before you busted in his mouth. everything felt like a fever dream, to how he was so willing to do whatever you wanted, to how he prefered to be used like a doll. he was so naive and so sultry at the same time that it made your head spin. "how are you so good at taking dick.." he just looked at you and feigned a smile, lips still wrapped around your length.

he pulled away, a whisper in the air. "you know.. we don't need what you humans do.. oxygen.." a devious look appeared in his eyes, taking your dick in his mouth before pressing down, wrapping his tongue around the tip while jacking off the remainder. from his point of view, he watched as he slowly applied more pressure downwards, feeling your spongey cockhead press against the back of his mouth, then sliding down his throat. he could see the inches disappear once more, before he felt resistance, pushing harder. the burn was intense, and he could feel how his neck distended to make room for your cock, filling his airway with dick.

once he reached your balls, his bottom lip parted, leaking saliva between the groove of your balls. his hands rubbed the saliva into your balls, all while he sat there, licking and slurping what he could while staring at you, enjoying how you pleasured yourself with his throat.

your hands withdrew themselves from him, then went to his neck, delicately holding it. whenever you moved your hips or he moved his head, you could feel your dick move through his neck, watching as your cockhead pushed your way through. he didn't mind though, not needing air to survive. he just sat there and pleasured you, enjoying how you experimentally tightened your grip on the side of his throat, throwing your head back at the sudden tightness. it wasn't soon after that both your hands were on his throat, lightly constrainted squeezing on his slender neck while you fucked into his warm, tight, slick mouth. this continued until he could feel your balls tighten, and your breathing get rugged. when he heard your breath hitch, he pulled away, mouth open wide with his tongue out, waiting for his reward.

you grunted as you came, shooting a load all over his face, covering face in your seed.you grew the tip over his lips and watched as they were glazed in your cum, before placing the tip on his tongue, weak spurts of cum landing on his mouth. he graciously licked everything up. the cum mixed with the blood on his face, making you reach for a tissue before he stopped you.

"you know, i'm much better at taking you in other places," his cockiness shrunk down for a second, "i-i've been prepping for this day for a while now.. i want this to be perfect.." he sat up, and positioned himself on your lap, turning so that his clothed ass would facing you, the tight uniform pants straining against the curves of his body. "go on, teach me about this too.." a blush was starting to grow on his face as he looked back at you. he could feel your slick dick on his thigh, its heat felt from his pants and underwear. he wanted to see your reaction to everything. to his preprepped hole, to his smooth hairless hole, to his milky skin. he wanted you to see how much better he was at everything compared to real francis mosses.

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the real francis was just finishing his walk back to the apartment unit, another long day doing deliveries. all he wanted to do was have a peaceful, quiet night, and maybe get the courage to ask you out. he rubbed his tired eyes, shuffling around while he grabbed his entry request from his briefcase, a peculiar noise ringing in his ears. he just grumbled, before entering the building. it was getting louder, and sounded vaguely familiar. perhaps you knew about it.

he adjusted his tie, and straightened his shirt and hat, as he walked to your desk. the words he was about to ask got caught in his throat as he stared at you, briefcase dropping in shock.

you were having sex, with someone that looked exactly like him. the same uniform, the same face, the same body. the only difference was that there were blood splatters all over the males shirt and face.

a blush burned into his face-- you hadn't noticed him. you were too preoccupied with the doppelganger in your lap. you were in the same chair as you always were, but had the doppelgangers thighs around your arms, exposing his ass. your dick was popping in and out of him, and you manhandle him, moving his entire body. his shirt was barely covering the bruises and the hickies you left on him, and occasionally you would bury yourself in his neck, inhaling his scent.

the doppelganger sat in your lap, the same lewd moans and grunts falling out of his lips like a mantra. your arms held him in place forcefully, your muscles bulging while you grunted into the air animalistically, rutting into him. his milkman hat was falling down his hair, and his dick would bounce at every thrust you gave, as well as his thighs. it was hard for francis to look away-- seeing the artificial light of your office illuminate his doppels sweaty skin, and how your dick made an outline on his toned stomach. cum was leaking from his hole everytime you pulled out, and he saw the white liquid all over the floor in ropes, and the stuff run down your balls and thighs, dripping down the chair. his doppels body was stained in it as well, and it was even on the hat that he sloppily adjusted once and awhile. even his black gloves had streaks of cum, and he wrinkled his nose at the scent of your cum and sweat.

yet something deep down also aroused him. it was like looking into a mirror of possibilities. if a doppel could, surely he could as well. could you fill his stomach the way you did his? could you manhandle him the way you did him? paint his face the same way? he hated to admit that he was jealous of an entity that was pretending to be him, but he had the one thing the real version didn't-- your affection and dick.

drool leaked down his counterparts lips, and thick white globs of cum covered the males face, as well as the blood. it dripped down his face and onto his stomach-- a proud sign of his ability to pleasure you. his hands flailed, his false id in his hands, a chill running down the real francis' spine as he saw the same identical id in his hands.

he leaned up and placed a kiss at your neck, before looking at the real francis. identical eyes stared at eachother, one frightened and aroused, and the other dilated and fucked out. "i win" was mouthed at the real francis. you hadn't noticed him yet. the real francis rushed so fast to get out of your view that he dropped his milkman hat on the floor as he hid on the side.

he couldn't get it out of his head, how you kissed him, how you smelt, how you manhandle him so well. everything about you was ringing in his head, and his hands slowly drifted to his pants, a bulge straining against the tight fabric. he could hear himself moan in real time, how he panted out for more, begging for a kiss, how you grunted, or how you praised him for being a good boy and taking you so well. he could hear his own grunts when you hit that spot, and even himself begging for more. it wasn't long before he was biting his lips, the bottom of his shirt inbetween his teeth while he roughly fisted his cock, the scent of musk, cum and sex infiltrating his normally calm and composed mind. he came ropes on the side of your door entrance, a blush of embarrassment on his face as he was forced to sit there and listen to you dirty talk his doppelganger.

when he peaked to see if you saw him, all he saw was his doppels eyes on his form, a lewd smirk on his face and a blush on his cum stained face, before his doppel threw his false id, watching the piece of plastic hit the unlock gate to the entrance.

the last thing the real francis saw was how you slapped his doppels face making him cry out in pleasure, before dropping his legs, degradions and obscenities leaving your lips. you grabbed his two hands in your own, and stood up, making him lose his balance and fall on the desk. your tongue clicked as one hand moved to hold him down, and the other moved to swipe his hands behind his back.

the real milkman left quickly after that, tears of arousal in his eyes. when you were finally finished and had the doppelganger in your lap, cum leaking out of his puffy hole, you could spot something in the corner of your eye.

another white milkman hat, with a suspicious smelling and looking fluid stained on one side.

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anomaly | "francis mosses" / milkman

ERRR i cant help it sry it was the horny. MDNI, top male reader

his disguise was perfect, he looked just like that milkman, the only difference was the red that stained his uniform crimson. it couldn't be helped.

"francis?" your tone was questioning him. it was trying to coax out an answer, although he knew that you saw through him instantly, "why are you dressed like that?"

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he adjusted his tie, and straightened his shirt and hat, as he walked to your desk. the words he was about to ask got caught in his throat as he stared at you, briefcase dropping in shock.

another white milkman hat, with a suspicious smelling and looking fluid stained on one side.

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Well now I need a sexual continuation of the Kaveh with archon reader fic. Or headcanons. Whichever you feel like. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Okay (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) anon, I can get down with that- headcanons/vignettes it is! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Mentions of sexual content/NSFW so this is not the post to open in public, my friends. This content is intended for those 18 years and older due to aforementioned sexual content but also due to themes surrounding yandere content in general. l am once again hitting readers with my trusty "are you an adult" beam. It used to explode minors on the spot, but instead it just places them on my blocked list now! 😇

If YOU 🫵🏾🫵🏻🫵🏿🫵🏼🫵🏼🫵🏽 like what you are reading, don't hesitate to show some love on this please! Please!

A/N: I was listening to Miguel's Adorn You while writing this bc. CLASSIC BOP! It's funny because my writing for this account has been so much softer than I thought it would be (which isn't a complaint!). This request took a while to complete bc it was genuinely hard to choose exactly how sexual this would get (to my requesters pls help a guy out; a few more details when sending me requests would go a LONG way) I am TRYING ahaha 🫣😶‍🌫️🫸🏾🫷🏾

I also need you to know that I used formal language, so if it's not for you, make sure to request a "modern" reader in the future!

Companion piece to this (featuring romantic Yandere Kaveh x Male! Sumeru Archon Reader) is HERE.

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[Sexual] Yandere Kaveh x Male Archon Reader: Let My ❣️Love❣️ Adorn You

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What Happens After the Two of You Kiss That Night:

There's never an official discussion had, it's just understood that the two of you are together.

Kaveh works hard on maintaining your Shrines and Statues littered throughout Sumeru. Ever since you publicly acknowledged him at the Palace of Alcazarzay, scholars and mages alike rushed to create an official title recognizing Kaveh and his connection to you.

You spend your time visiting Kaveh and taking him places, showing him hidden splendors of Sumeru that only few still alive know about or get to enjoy. You two talk, and you get to know him on a level that feels even deeper than before. Kaveh tells you his ideas (they mainly involve crafting temples in your honor or statues of you) and also about other things. You two hold hands, you hug when the sun meets the sky, and very often you two will share kisses: soft, slow and sweet until you push Kaveh away because if you don't cut him off now he'll never stop.

He is now Kaveh, the "Highly Favored Light of Kshahrewar", which is more than correct, seeing as how you do have a soft spot in your heart for him. His fate is guaranteed to never have a bad day with you around, and you hope that it stays that way.

You ensure different flowers adorn his hair daily to show your favor as well. It's mainly for him, but this is also recognized by other Sumerans- they're smart and never comment too much. You accompany him sometimes while invisible to the others when he's working on a big project. It's fun, having someone else know you're there!

Being an archon is time consuming but ever since Dottore had left Sumeru, the largest of your concerns were greatly alleviated so you have time to spare on your hands. So you spend that time with Kaveh!

You and Kaveh have a wonderful time together. Yes, the two of you may have started on what felt like a whim, but there really exists a strong connection between the two of you. Kaveh is so wonderfully devoted to you and you wish to make him feel that way in return, make it so that anything he wants, you provide. Not that you directly interfere with his fate too often, but Kaveh is definitely blessed.

But Kaveh never asks for much.

"All I want is your time. Your attention. Your care. Your gaze directed at me. This feeling," Kaveh says while cuddled up in your arms one day as the two of you watched the sunset from the top of a Jungle treehouse you fashioned out of wood, "is all I will ever ask from you."

"Then you shall have it, dearest," you murmur, before planting a kiss on top of his head softly, rubbing a hand over his back. Kaveh smiles, and then he begins to sit up, and you lean back to give him space.

"Oh no you don't," Kaveh says with a cheeky smile, looping his arms around the back of your neck, "Come back here," He pulls you in closer to him, and you smile and go with him easily, planting a soft kiss on his lips.

Kaveh's eyes close, a blissful expression on his face, and your heart does start to beat harder, feeling so full of love for him. You lean your head down and place it in the crook of his neck, just... enjoying the closeness between the two of you.

The moment is cut short between the two of you when Kaveh gently pushes you up, and you look at him questioningly before he's looking up at you through his eyelashes, and his fingers press into your arms.

He wants to kiss, although he probably wants more than a brush of lips this time. You have no desire to refuse him.

You cup his chin with your hand and brush a finger over his bottom lip, and Kaveh smiles up at you before he lays a soft, reverent kiss on your finger. You smile back and then you bend your face closer to his, slide your nose against his and Kaveh opens his mouth and lets you in. You take your time getting your mouth reacquainted with his, tongues stroking at each other with slow but delicious intent. A hand of yours goes to stroke over his neck, and Kaveh groans softly at the action. He's so sensitive.

When you finally draw back, opening your eyes as you do, you see it in Kaveh's eyes. His desire to continue.

"It's okay, you know?" Kaveh softly whispers up into your ear, taking your hands and places them gently on each side of his waist. "You can touch me. You can... do more," he continues, looking at you with obvious desire in his eyes.

You freeze. You would like to do more... but you're not sure how to, anymore.

You have lain with people before, but that was before achieving archonhood. Divinity is a path that many maintained their positions with via celibacy, so you had not thought to consider having relations. It also helped that you viewed Sumerans as your charges, so thoughts of that nature never occurred.

You're... not as up to date with how differently intimacy may have been shaped over time, but Kaveh? He deserves the most.

"I want to, oh, how I wish to take you apart," you tell him indulgently, "but Kaveh, dear it's been so long that I- I'm worried."

"Don't be. You're already the best. Just do what feels natural and we'll work it out from there," Kaveh assures you, and you nod.

"Okay," you agree, so grateful you opened up your heart and took a chance on him.

How You Brush Up On Your Knowledge Of Modern Intimacy to Try and Catch Up With Kaveh:

It's an odd thing, really.

One day you were planning on making a secret trip to the House of Daena for information you can use (because you were definitely not going to ask Nahida and scar her- she's tiny!) when there was a heavy knock at the door of your archonic abode.

"Hello?" You look around, but there's no one to see, although your elemental sight does reveal a slight trail of anemo remnants. But to whom they belonged, you don't know.

On your doorstep lay a few Knowledge Capsules, and you picked them all up, unaware of their content but willing to review them.

When you casually pick one up and begin the process, you quickly drop it because flashes of nude bodies appear before your eyes.

"WHAT IS THIS!?" You yell in confusion, before you connect the dots.

"Ah," you say, and then pick it back up. You have some studying to do.

What Kaveh Is Like In Bed/Your First Time Together:

The two of you take it slow. Slow kisses, slow movements, and you take your sweet, sweet time getting acquainted with Kaveh's body, exploring what spots make him jump, what makes him shiver, and what makes him moan.

By the time you're done tracing the lines and curves of Kaveh's body, his voice is in your ear, asking, no begging for you to touch him, inside and out.

You would never deny him anything, so you oblige, slowly working his erection with one hand while with the other, you circle his rim until he's all nice and relaxed.

Kaveh is loud. He shouts and then moans low in his throat when you finally breach him. He tells you that he feels so full of your love and that he wishes to be connected with you for as long as possible, forever. He reaches back and holds out his hand, and you hold onto it.

You lean closer to him and tell him that you are his and he is yours and that you'll never choose another. That he is the only one for you and that you'll fill him with your love any day that he wants, any way that he wants. He comes hard, sobbing that he loves you, and you chase after your own orgasm, breathing the same words back into his skin until you hit the edge, jerking and pushing yourself forward while Kaveh holds onto you.

The post-orgasm high is. It's tender. It's sweet. You and Kaveh hold onto each other, savoring the moment before you two decide you two need more of each other, and the next times after that are much more desperate, and frantic.

But!

That's not all.

Kaveh, surprisingly, isn't a pillow prince - he's also a giver.

Kaveh is desperate for your touch, desperate to please, and so accepting of whatever you decide to give him. But whenever he decides to be the one giving? You will be there ALL DAY. He's so attentive in how he holds you, looking at your face for every reaction to see if you like what he's doing or not. It makes no sense because you like EVERYTHING he does to you.

You two don't tumble in bed all the time, but the times you do, you find that Kaveh has an immense appetite. You're not capable of "being tired out" but Kaveh damn near tests your limits by wanting to go again and again and again.

It's alright, because you hunger for him just as much. It shows just how complementary the two of you are.

How Kaveh Breaks That He Wants You to Be Rougher in Bed:

Kaveh has a lot of kinks. You do, too, it turns out, although you never knew they had names. Being with Kaveh has opened your eyes to many unknown things.

"I don't know how to explain it, but do you ever just want to, you know, push around someone else? I am volunteering to be that someone else." Kaveh says slowly, playing with your fingers, stretching them this way and that.

Your brows furrow, and you look at Kaveh with concern.

"I would never take my emotions out on you, Kaveh, I treasure you too much for that-" Kaveh sighs loudly, and gives you a taut smile, and you can tell he's frustrated by something, so you stop in your tracks.

"That's. Not what I mean, I'm sorry for confusing you, I wish I could just, word this better so you can understand," Kaveh explains, waving his hands around and you can see that he's about to get worked up so you take his hands gently in yours.

"Alright. Why don't we calm down for a moment, okay?" You say, and Kaveh nods his head, taking in a shuddering breath that he shakily exhales. You listen to him do that over and over until what feels like an appropriate amount of time has passed.

"I know that you've told me before that you would like it if I were the one to take the initiative between the two of us, but I want to make sure I am meeting all of your needs. Is there another way for you to word what exactly you would like from me?" You ask, before you raise one of his hands clasped in yours and plant a soft kiss on top.

"There is no need for shame between us. I apologize for being hasty and jumping to conclusions when you were trying to tell me one of your interests," you finish sincerely, and Kaveh nods, looking to the side.

"I really love how sweet you are, but sometimes I wish you were... a little rougher with me. A little meaner. Your loving tenderness is so sweet and fulfilling, but once in a while, I could do with a little punishment as well. It would... satisfy something within me." Kaveh elaborates, and you listen intently.

"Do you have anything specific in mind?" You ask, and Kaveh flushes, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. Bull's-eye! 🎯

"Well..." Kaveh starts, and you nod encouragingly.

"Go on, I'm listening."

Kaveh opens his mouth and the things he proceeded to say? WHEW. 😮‍💨 Your blood was pumping in a matter of seconds.

Being sweet with Kaveh is great but the new things you two try afterwards is incredible.

What Would Cause Kaveh To Snap + Your Reaction:

It's simple. Kaveh's devotion to you is one of the things you truly appreciate, but there are times when he goes truly overboard.

Like today for example.

Another devotee had made her way to your shrine, and had come bearing offerings as well. Only this time, you had happened to be with Kaveh when it happened.

"Oh!" You freeze when you feel it, the now-familiar rush of energy that always surges up whenever someone's exalted your name at your shrine. Green light is emitted from your body, and the sight of it shocks Kaveh.

"What's wrong!?" Kaveh asks you, placing a hand on your shoulder but you can't respond because you're too busy processing the feeling.

It's fuzzy and warm and just... So good. Very few feelings and sensations can compare. And the sincerity behind this person's offering could be felt very strongly despite your archonic barrier. You have to see them, acknowledge them in some way.

"Nothing's wrong," you practically slur to Kaveh, high off the rush, and then you get up on your feet, preparing yourself to teleport to your shrine. You're about to when you feel a hand on your arm stopping you and- oh, that's right. Kaveh.

"Wait, wait- what's going on then? Why are you leaving?" Kaveh questions, with a weird tone to his voice, but you figure that your instant ultra-relaxed state may have come across as a shock to him.

"I have to go acknowledge a devotee at my shrine. Their sincerity... it's deep and true. But don't worry, I'll be right back," you assure Kaveh, and he frowns at you, obviously disappointed to have your time together cut short but you figure you'll pay him back when you return.

The thing is- you don't return quickly. You don't even return that night. Not because you've forgotten your oath to Kaveh, but because due to extenuating circumstances, you simply could not return.

When you had teleported to the shrine, cloaking your identity as you often did, it turns out that the devotee who had made her offering was a follower of yours who had clearly been up there in age. She had also been one who had made semiregular visits to Kusa- Nahida's shrine over the years as well, and had made an impression on the both of you, especially seeing as how she lived deep in the desert. Many of the Sumerans who dwelled in the desert took to abandoning their faith within you and your sister, and instead focused on hoping for a return of the Scarlet King. So those who remained devoted were held with a bit of a higher regard.

"Please, Greater Lord Y/N, I know you may be busy but I beg for your help," she prays aloud, tears slipping from her closed eyes.

You look at her in confusion because above her head there is no darkening clover 🍀 which signified those who were experiencing or about to experience a poor or bad fate. Her fate appeared normal, so what does she need help with?

"Show mercy, please," she continues, voice breaking and you are moved, so you gently say, "Get up, Farzana."

Farzana gasps, eyes snapping open, and you make a very slow reveal of yourself to her, wanting to avoid startling her too bad. You know older mortals are more sensitive to shock than others.

"Greater Lord Y/N!" Farzana quickly tries to go into a bow, lowering her head in front of you, but you stop her.

"Please, Farzana. Tell me how I can help."

"It's... my neighbors. They were traveling in a dust storm and by fleeing a Wenut, accidentally ran straight into a nest of Consecrated Beasts all living together. The Serpent, the Bird, the Scorpion. Not many escaped with their lives, and those who managed to return to us... we're not sure how long they'll be able to live. My group does not have a resident healer, and those who live in the city do not accept Desert currency. Please," Farzana clasped her hands together and beseeched you, "I know it is possible that they are destined to die. But I come to you, asking for your interference anyway. Our people have suffered greatly this year and cannot bear any more grief."

"Your heart is pure and your words sincere. How can I deny your request?" You extend out a hand and hold hers softly. "Lead me. I will not fail you, faithful one, or the hope you have in me."

Farzana nods, tears building up in her eyes, but that is quickly replaced by a gasp when you make it so that the both of you levitate.

"Greater Lord Y/N!" Farzana near shrieks in shock and delight, hands holding onto you for support and you can't help smiling at her reaction.

"We will reach much faster this way," you inform her, quite cheekily, and Farzana huffs and shakes her head, but points out the route all the same.

You note in the back of your head as the two of you are in the middle of traveling, that night has already fallen. Oh Celestia. Hopefully Kaveh's not taking it too hard.

Meanwhile, Kaveh is trying his best to not lose his fucking mind.

Where were you? Why haven't you returned yet?

The last words you spoke to him kept coming back to him and taunting him.

'I have to go acknowledge a devotee'.

What does that mean? And why did you make that... face earlier? It's very similar to the one you make post-

No... it can't be. Can it?

You did mention that it has been a long time since your last intimate relationship. Just how long ago what that, actually? Kaveh never thought to ask at the time, and now he feels like a fucking fool.

What did you first call Kaveh when you came down to him in the Shrine? 'Devoted'? Is that what you go after? Is that your type?

Kaveh needs to calm down but he can't. Not when the thought that there may be an old flame of yours calling on you and more importantly, you dropping him to go see them, is at the forefront of his brain.

Who are they? Why didn't you give him any more details who they are? Why are you still out there with them? Is it crazy that Kaveh... kind of hopes they die?

"Y/N would never betray me. I'm his Favored One," Kaveh mumbles to himself, rubbing a hand tiredly over his face.

You'll be back soon. He just knows it. You did say you would be right back, right?

...

Okay, it's been over five hours now, and you STILL haven't returned. Kaveh's sanity is holding on by a single thread.

There's no way you would actually spend the night with someone, when you two are together, right?

But... What if he's not enough for you? Although you two aren't newly together, it still feels like a dream. What will Kaveh do if you ever grow tired of him and abandon him? What's to say you aren't bored of him now?

Kaveh goes straight to your kitchen cabinets, pulling out the aged Henna Berry wine, and popping off the cork. He needs to distract himself and QUICK.

"Kaveh? Kaveh!" You call out when you arrive back home, sapped of energy. Honestly, you should've visited a Statue first to replenish yourself but you wanted to get back to Kaveh quickly.

"Oh, so the cheater has returned," you hear, and on the couch Kaveh sits, hugging a bottle of a wine that's been aged for a century. That's... Not good.

"Cheater? What are you talking about?" You ask, bemused, but Kaveh's not smiling. Instead, he takes another swig from the bottle and levels a glare your way.

Oh. He's not joking. Celestia, give you the patience...

"Who am I to try and restrict your movements, a literal archon? If you want to go and see another 'devotee', I can't stop you!" Kaveh grumbles and you sigh. You had thought he was more secure than this.

"Dearest, please. Don't be like this. You know you're the only one for me," you tell him gently, but Kaveh only scoffs.

"Am I?" He asks bitterly.

"Yes. Now give me the bottle," you gently reach a hand out to grab it but Kaveh spooks, accidentally smashing the bottle against your arm, and the both of you look at the green blood that oozes from the cut in silence for a moment.

"Y/N?" Kaveh asks quietly, and you can hear the fear in his voice.

"I am not mad," you say, and with a quick touch, you manage to heal the cut. Some of your power extends to Kaveh who blinks rapidly. Looks like you have cured him of his drunkenness.

But this incident cannot go ignored.

"Kaveh? Bedroom. Now." You say with no room for argument.

"Y/N! Oh archons above, I am so, so sorry-" Kaveh begins to blabber, and you shoot him a look that makes him stop speaking mid sentence.

"Bedroom." You repeat, and off he goes.

You take your time getting ready, and when you enter the room he's already on the bed, with tears in his eyes.

"For your information, I was helping one of my most loyal followers save the lives of her neighbors today. It required a lot of energy and focus to ensure they wouldn't die, and that's why I ended up staying out so late. I would never leave you if it wasn't something important," you gently cup his chin, making him look up at you.

"It seems like you need to hear it again, but Kaveh, I love you. Alright?"

"Yes," Kaveh says quietly.

So that led to this situation:

There are many privileges you have granted Kaveh, and he knows this as well. He thrives under being your most special one. You know that, but he needs to trust you more.

...

"No. You are to stay there and watch." You command, taking yourself in your hand, and ensuring that Kaveh's eyes are on you, you begin to slowly pleasure yourself, eyes slipping closed at the sensation.

Good behavior must be rewarded, and bad behavior should be punished. Not that you could ever see yourself making Kaveh face extreme punishment- No, the punishment you had in mind for Kaveh was one that was a lot more delicious in mind.

"Please, let me- I can do that for you, I can make you feel good," Kaveh begs, straining in the vines you have had him trapped in for the last half an hour.

"You want this, don't you?" You gesture to yourself and Kaveh swallows heavily, before nodding intensely, gaze tracked on your hand.

You snap your fingers, and the vines entrapping Kaveh fall loose. He makes haste to stand up but you point your finger at the ground.

"Tell me. Why should I allow you the permission to? Are you sorry for your actions earlier today?" You question, and Kaveh looks like he's near tears.

"Yes, Y/N, I'm sorry. I won't doubt you again like me, please let me just touch you," Kaveh whines, looking at you so prettily.

"Crawl."

Kaveh's head jerks, and he swallows hard, but je does so. You do not fail to notice that he is so hard he's dripping.

"I am so, so thankful. Thank you, Y/N. I love you," Kaveh whispers in-between kisses, and you sigh inwardly while you relax your body, opening your legs wider.

"Prove your sincerity. Worship me, show me your gratitude for having chosen you, out of everyone," you command, and Kaveh slinks over to your leg and instantly begins to kiss up it.

Outro/The Most Touching Act for Both of You:

For You: Kaveh still cuddles his figurine of you before going to sleep. He thinks you do not know but once you went to visit him and stumbled upon the incredibly endearing scene. Your heart has swelled with so much love, flora had sprouted in areas of Sumeru they had never grown before.

For Kaveh: One day, you take Kaveh to your Shrine and unveil that next to the statue of yourself laid a statue of Kaveh at your side, along with an engraved plaque that reads, "My Light, Forever".

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End.

I hope you guys really really like this one because my brain was aching from picking and choosing what to give you guys. I hope it gave you a good feel of what I'm capable of (although I can't wait to show you guys different sides of my writing). I am hoping readers who find this decide they would like to check out more of my writing after all and support what's to come. I am hoping I will finally get over the writer's block that has stopped me from working on my older stories. Finally, I am wishing you all the best!

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