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ashersanity · 2 days

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— “IT’S ALL IN THE FAMILY.”

— summary. because you — you stupid little fuck, should have known better than to assume the worst out of this sick family you’ve been unwillingly forced into from your parents unfaithful divorce. well, guess what? you were fucking right, and now — you only have yourself to blame, baby brother.

— content warning! incest, step-cest, dub-con at best, non-con at worst, brief mentions of bullying and violence, alcohol intoxication, manipulation, big brother whitney being a creep, whiny little sister kylar, daddy bailey being bailey, loser male reader, semi-forced blow job, cream pie, shit writing, no editing, no nothing and shittier plot with two disconnected scenes, went a little overboard with kylar. a little.

— word count? wait, you guys count the fucking words and don’t raw dog it in the notes app? like, real long, I guess. I mean, fucking long.

— asher’s note. “I did it purely for the sister fucking. @princesstokyomoon kept encouraging the filthy thoughts so I had to churn something out. something filthy — and I mean fucking disgusting shit, y’know?”

Divorces papers hastily signed away, the ink dotted onto the lines promising that this was indeed reality along with leathered suitcases packed to the brim. Family problems never were easy, much less when it had all happened far too quickly. To your parents separating, the familiar grip of your mother’s hand stringing you far away from the house you had grew up in, it all seemed like one bad dream. Unfortunately it wasn’t, no. This was the harsh reality of things, hands clasped on your shoulders as you were forced to introduce yourself to the man she had vowed to marry and the children he bore.

Fuck, if only your mother hadn’t remarried.

“This is stupid.” You muttered beneath your breath to which your mother, sharp as ever had somehow heard.

“Oh please, this is necessary. Unless you wish for us to keep on living in that cramped apartment? I am only doing what is needed for us to survive.” She sharply retorted back, not leaving much room to argue with as it was the truth. Your lives had been much more difficult since the divorce, selfish father that took everything else with him and went away to god-knows-where, probably off to spend it all in one go at the sleazy brothel in town. Filthy bitch.

Yes, it had been hard, but if you had been given one more year, finished school for real, graduated and got a job — Perhaps then, you would’ve been able to provide for the two of you and—

“Why don’t you introduce yourself, dear?”

Breaking out of your reverie, you had faintly registered then that you had arrived into this overly large establishment your mom referred to as your new home. Standing before you was probably the man she had fussed about so much during the uneventful drive. Dark, slicked back hair and stern eyes that dragged over your lips down to the curve of your throat, almost as if to criticize. His outstretched arm and hand stuck out waiting, that was probably for yours to shake which you reluctantly did.

“It’s nice to meet you, sir..?” You uttered coolly, enduring the firm grasp he had on your fingers till he finally was the first to pull away.

“Bailey.”

“Bailey.” You repeated back the unfamiliar name as if to slowly get used to it, knowing you wouldn’t.

“Whitney, Kylar, come down here and properly greet your brother.”

One boy — you assumed to be Whitney, a little older than you, stood at the top of the oaky staircase, perched over the banister. Ruffled blonde hair and sharp blue eyes hidden behind his fringe, eyeing you with disinterest as he made his way down the creaking steps and over to you.

“Nice to meet you.” He grinned, taking ahold of your hand in his with what was evidently a faux smile, one that didn’t quite reach his mean eyes that matched his father, a lingering streak of maliciousness in them. Even his grip, barely restrained in its force, threatened to crush your hand before ultimately letting go.

“You too.” Forcing a smile back, both of you knew then, the stifling tension that brewed in the air — Neither of you were going to get along here.

“Hey freak, its your turn.”

Another, you had barely noticed, a smaller girl scuffling about in the background, anxiously fiddling with the ends of her oversized sleeves, skittish green eyes purposefully avoiding your gaze whenever you so much as glanced her way. That must be the only daughter, Kylar. Cute thing she was, though your mind couldn’t allow yourself to continue that stray thought any further considering the implications that’d involve after meeting your soon-to-be-step-sister. Fucking get your mind straight, will you?

“P-Pleasure to meet you..” In contrast to her brother’s confident strides, she shuffled towards you before clasping your soft palms together in a hold, weakly shaking it.

“..Pleasure is all mine.” You replied, matching her weirdly formal way of speaking.

Well, she didn’t seem so bad compared to the rest.

The introduction didn’t last very long, lacking any real warmth usually found between two shared families merging together as one. It felt more stiff than anything though you couldn’t spare the thought to think it any further, an ushered murmur said to make yourself at home.

As you made your way over to your new room, hauling your hefty luggage up the wooden stairs, something within the depths of your guts stirred from the shared eyes that bore into the shape of your back, intently observing your every move.

The walls here felt unbearably bare.

Like the people that lived in it.

Ironically enough, your new room was much bigger than your older one, leaving little room to complain as you did when your mother had announced you’d be moving into a new place. All the reasons, no matter how good had earned nothing but a gentle shake of her head, dead set on her decision to drag you along. And to say you hadn’t even told Robin you’d be moving away, best friends since childhood that shared everything between the two, except for this apparently. Imagining his freckled face, worry etched across his features had you wanting to go back to the town you knew, knowing you couldn’t.

Sighing lowly, you sat down onto your bed, hearing the slightest crinkle beneath your weight as you felt an uncomfortable, sharp lump underneath it. That.. Reaching for the covers, you threw aside the thick blankets that covered the suspicious looking lump, revealing fresh packets of condoms haphazardly scattered across the sheets and an old, raunchy magazine displaying a cute-looking school boy getting brutally fucked against the lockers by his own bully.

Heat burned your face at the lewd sight, quickly shoving your little “gift” under your pillow so you couldn’t spare another glance at it. Fucking bastards and their sick jokes, “gifting” you shit like that.

You weren’t like them. Fucking perverts.

Were you?

Whitney was the first to change that.

From the first time he laid his eyes on you, you knew then what he thought of you, distaste apparent over his features, the slight curve of his upper lip curled into a snarl. It was obvious, your step-brother didn’t like you. Shit, maybe hate would be a more appropriate word for the things he’d do. Whitney had made it clear from the get-go, the empty names you’d call each other were utterly meaningless, rarely slipping past his own lips. ‘Little brother’. Fuck, you were a pain in his side more than anything else, dropping by unannounced into his life just like that simply because your shitty mother happened to divorce, meeting his dead beat father who then strung up with yours.

The blonde didn’t attempt to hide his obvious disapproval of your presence in his house, blatantly knocking his shoulder into yours whenever he passed by, mouth cruelly drawn into a snide grin as you toppled down to the cold, hard, wooden floor with a dull thud. The bullying didn’t stop there either, often encountering the delinquent in the school hallways, surrounded by his usual cronies that stuck to his side like a bunch of desperate, panting puppies, eager for his approval. They simply wouldn’t leave you alone, went through your damn locker too, ransacking everything that sat in there before carelessly throwing aside the remnants into a nearby trash bin, left to fend for yourself.

Weak, useless. That’s what you were to him, and nothing else. Soon enough, he’d get rid of you, have you snap and run away, it was merely a matter of time.

Well, that was the initial plan he had made up in his mind — Too fucking bad for the poor bully that life didn’t go always as planned, not when he caught you fresh out of the shower, worn towel snugly tucked around yours hips, a bit lower and he’d catch a glimpse of your— Fucking snap out of it, Whitney! The fresh droplets of water that’d trickle down the curve of your back, cascading over the smooth surface before gently dripping onto the fuzzy carpet below. Fuck. Didn’t help that he was staring a tad bit too hard, forcing himself to tear his gaze away from your bare form shamelessly displayed before him. You were doing this on purpose, weren’t you? Tryna get him all distracted, fill his thoughts with nothing but your thighs sticky with his cum, your lips lightly parted to obediently suck on his fat cock, lapping away at the beads of pre-cum that trickled over the curved length.

Knew he had cracked the second his hand had reached for his cock, fisting his dick for all it was worth, hem of his shirt roughly held between his teeth as he jerked himself stupid to the thought of you. His annoying little brother, fucking bitch, oblivious to the effects you had on him whenever he came with a stifled curse, several strings of cum that’d messily splatter across the curve of his toned stomach and his cotton sheets, staining it.

You, of course, lay ignorant to his frequent glances trailing over your frame, mistaking it for the hostility he had shown you over the past few weeks. You were partially right, except this time it was out of frustrated lust, cock stirring beneath his ripped jeans at the mere sight of his younger sibling now. God, not even the dumb whores that’d sloppily suck him off in the grimy bathroom stalls between classes did it for him anymore, eyes shut in a haze to imagine it was your mouth instead wrapped around the tip of his cock.

Dumb slut. Dumb fucking slut you were, didn’t know what he had in store for you. Take it as payback from having infested his mind with thoughts of you that stray to other thoughts and to other.. that’d eventually end in the same scenario, fucking your slutty mouth wide open.

Yeah.. Actually having you choke down on his cock didn’t sound half-bad now that he thought about it.

So why not make it happen?

It had been a mistake then to accept his offer over drinks, get to know each other better, he had cheerfully claimed with a friendly arm wrapped around your shoulder. Bullshit. Think he gave a shit about that? The only ache in his mind had gone straight down to his slowly hardening cock underneath his grey sweats as his plan was brought into motion, insistently pouring more and more of his friends stolen bottle into your cup until you had lost track of the exact number. Prideful as ever, you had gulped it all down, unrelenting despite the nausea that had crept in your guts and the dizzying blur of your vision.

A hint of a rosy flush had started to spread throughout your skin, lightly dusting your cheeks with half-lidded eyes intently gazing back at your older brother’s slouched form atop the cushioned couch. The dribbling liquid sloshed lazily in the glassy bottle that threatened to spill from your weakened grasp on it. TV faintly flickering in the background, playing some outdated show that had since long been forgotten by the two of you, leaving the remote abandoned on the coffee table.

“Cmon, don’t be such a baby.” Whitney would taunt whenever you hesitated in your sluggish movements, silently observing the rhythmic bobbing of your throat as you took quick shots from your half-full glass. Lightweight, he mused in his mind.

“I’m not a baby.” You retorted back with that fucking cute pouty expression he adored.

Fuck. That’s the look. That goddamn look of yours he was waiting for. Nothing better than some arrogant slut all fucked up, practically begging to be taken on his own fucking couch.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.”

“Whitney?” Shit, the way you’d call his name all whiny too, slipping past your own lips. Had his cock twitch like fucking hell, painfully aching between his spread legs.

“Hm? What is it?”

“Why are you so mean to me all the time?? What did I ever.. What did I ever do to you?? I—I just don’t get it.” You hiccuped pathetically, stumbling over your own words, already half-drunk from the fizzling alcohol in your system.

Ah, so you didn’t seem to get it at all yet, did you?

How cute.

“‘Cuz I wanna fuck your noisy mouth, that’s why.”

“..What?”

Blinking back at him, you didn’t even get the chance to register or mutter out another word before he was upon you. Knees firmly planted to each side, increasingly aware of his encompassing frame that towered overs yours as his clothed crotch faced your drunken expression. If it had been any other time, perhaps the blonde would’ve paused then to greedily drink in the sight before him, but this was Whitney after all and he never liked to waste time on silly notions like foreplay, preferring the rougher options that came along with it.

So, fuck it all, right?

With practiced ease, he hurriedly shucked down the elastic waistband of his grey sweats past his hips, hefty cock confidently springing free from the constricting confines of the cotton fabric as it lightly smacked against the curve of his bare stomach. Fuck, you haven’t had the slightest idea how long he had waited for this. Merely a matter of a few weeks for you, though for him, your older brother was dying to sink his dick in that whorish mouth of yours. Looked like you’ve never taken a real cock either, snugly shoved down to the hilt of your inexperienced throat that he’d train till it became a sixth sense to you, gratefully swallowing down his salty cum.

Calloused fingertips tenderly dragged along the swollen flesh of your bottom lip, bloodied cut reopening from the time the bully had split your face open on his fists for the whole school to see in the busied courtyard on a particularly rainy day. Licked his knuckles clean too after that rough beating you took, savouring the heady taste of the crimson mess you left behind, groaning all the while. Had him stupidly hard for the rest of the day, itching to relieve some tension once he got back home. Great times, really.

Now would’ve been the time then, probably— to sputter out your firm opposition over this, resist somewhat. Maybe kick the motherfucker in the balls, satisfyingly watch him writhe on the floor in agony before scrambling up the ancient staircase to hysterically yell about how you nearly got raped by your aforementioned step-brother, to your dozing mother. Christ, that would’ve been the sane decision to do then yet, the bubbling drinks coursing through your veins had thoroughly taken its effect on you, blood rushing down lower to the wrong region, the sinking realization nearly making you bolt upright.

Fucking fuck, you were hard.

And Whitney hadn’t failed to notice.

“Shit, are you getting hard from this?” The delinquent snickered hoarsely to himself, making a show to lightly tap at the growing bulge underneath your own jeans, all too visible despite the rough fabric that covered it. “Should’ve known you’d be into it. Your body speaks for itself, y’know. You want this, you cock whore craving slut.”

No, no. This was all wrong. Must’ve been. You liked girls, didn’t you? Squishy cunts and fat tits you could easily slip your cock into — god. Didn’t like guys and if you did, your step-brother who treated you like nothing but shit would’ve been last on the fucking list.

But you secretly do like being used this way, don’t you? Baby brother.

“I’m n-not fucking—“ Attempting to deny the harsh statement, you cut yourself off from the sudden intruding tip eagerly pressed against your lips, flushed cock head leaking thickly and smearing sticky pre-cum all over.

It wasn’t an order nor anything else that hung heavily in the air, a simple gesture, a subtle thrust of his hips that had his actions speak louder than any words would’ve been capable of. Either you do it or not, the delinquent couldn’t have cared less regardless, always used to getting what he wants and by god, if he wasn’t going to fucking get this. Because the signals alarmingly ringing through your head felt faint in the face of this, shakily inhaling the musky scent of your big brother’s throbbing cock subtly twitching in response to your feathered breaths against it, dribbling out more translucent pre-cum that melded with the scarlet stain of your bloodied lips.

Out of your damn mind — That’s what you were. To even properly consider the implication at hand here. Yet your lips won’t stop from parting, from sticking your pink tongue out, clumsily imitating the gestures of those submissive girls in the cheap porns you’d watch underneath your thin covers late at night, shamefully enough. Always thought you’d be on the receiving end of that one day, dutifully patting at the soft hair slotted between your thighs however here you were, shyly pawing at Whitney’s naked hips instead to steady yourself.

All your fault, all your damn fault so shut up and take it, alright? Shouldn’t have led him on like that, now you’re only reaping what you sow, slut.

A delighted sigh softly escaped from the blonde as you finally gave his dick some much needed attention, experimentally running the flat of your tongue along his leaking slit, coaxing out more dribbling fat globs of pre-cum before slowly and carefully taking his full girth in the warm depths of your tight, wet mouth. “Ah— Fuck. Yeah, that’s good.” No way can he hide the barely restrained, high-pitched, almost needy whimper that threatens to slither past him as you so prettily suck him down to the base, slobbering all over his throbbing balls that has him huffing out a cursed moan of satisfaction, eyes rolling back. “F-Fuckin’— god.” Can’t help the sheer guttural groan that slips out from how tightly his baby brother’s virgin lips sweetly glide around him, the uncertainty in your movements making it all the more endearing as you struggle to take him all in, saliva dripping over your chin to land in varying wet dots on the cushioned pillows. Looking so damn pretty like this with a mouthful of cock, your big brother’s pulsing cock specifically. So don’t blame him then when his hips automatically snap back, slender fingers instinctively reaching for the back of your head to entangle themselves through the soft strands of your hair, ruffling it.

Felt more like he was plainly fucking your mouth than you were sucking him off, sharp, punishing thrusts meeting your open mouthed lips to drive himself deeper in that warm throat that reflexively tightened around his length whenever he hit a particularly sensitive spot — drawing another string of adorable, strangled whimpers from you. “Shit, you sure this your first time? You’ve got the mouth of a — hah, fuckin’ filthy glory hole.” Heat prickling up the nape of your neck at the direct statement uttered, the brief realization of your inexperience being taken away like this, from a blowjob. On the giving end. A first, that will mostly likely not be the only first after this, not when you’re unconsciously getting off to the thought for more in store despite your haze filled brain begging you to reason. Ah, fuck. He’s gone and got you stupidly cock drunk now, didn’t he? The bastard. Slurred mutterings tumbling out above you, almost hasty in how he handles you, wanting to truly savor this never-ending moment when his body can’t stop on its own, too eager to be fulfilled of this yearning pleasure he sought out from you firstly. Thankful for your lack of gag reflex that somehow has you forcefully endure the ruthless slam of his hips, struggling grip straining onto his thighs to brace yourself, promising to leave a fresh set of bruising marks on the tanned flesh.

“Gon’ be my lil’ cockwhore, huh? My fuckin’ slut. Goin’ to be so good for— fuck, big brother, yeah?” If treating you so obscenely like this grants him the privilege to have you beneath him, so stupidly on your knees then, fuck, is it goddamn worth it. Every multicoloured bruise splotched along the length of your legs to your elbows, inflicted from his unfortunate beatings took on at every turn. The cold indifference muddled across your features warping to an earnest scowl from simply acknowledging his presence alone, precisely what he wants. To finally recognize your older brother, the churning fear instilling within you, forced to submit to him and worship him rightfully so.

It’ll be more than that though, the sick realization dawning upon him of this opportunity handed to him on a silver plater, free of his taking, of course. Not some other replaceable slut he can find anywhere else by chance, but one forcefully bound to him whether they like it or not since what can you possibly do? Come running with tears in your eyes to your mommy about what your big, mean, older brother did to you? His father will certainly not be one to help you for that matter, that’s for damn sure. Who the hell will believe you then? No one. Fucking nobody. Inadvertently handing him free range to do whatever he so pleases with you, whenever, where the fuck ever. Oh, but it won’t only stop there, y’know. Ruining you fully for the sake of his own selfish pleasure, corrupt that naive view of yours that has you blush bashfully at a bunch of lewd illustrations plastered onto the printed pages. Soon enough, the majority of your days will be lazily spent in his room, leaking cock dribbling profusely from the kitten licks you’ll so cutely give him then while he absentmindedly scrolls on his phone, grinning proudly as you inevitably beg for more of him. And shit, Whitney isn’t one to disappoint either — he’ll have you rightfully rewarded for such behaviour, in public to be exact. Clip a nice, leathered collar around your neck along with a leash too, tug at it a bit to show off his newfound pet, his loyal little brother that sloppily sucks him off and happily sinks onto his hefty cock at a mere snap of his fingers. Drives him fuckin’ crazy merely thinking about it.

That’s right, suck on your big brother’s fat cock to selfishly earn his twisted love, his blind adoration and protection of your being. His pet. His slut. His beloved baby brother. His now blood, flesh and soul tainted thoroughly by him himself. Personally service him on your knees like the whore that he knows you are. Fucking get on your knees and earn it.

All too soon, despite wanting to stretch this further solely to ingrain the addictive noises of your stifled whimpers and drooling mouth inside his perverted mind, visibly struggling to take him all in as he shamelessly used your throat like some sort of flesh light stretched to the hilt — He can feel himself reach the brink of his limit, confident hips stuttering in their steady thrusts to greedily bury the tip of his quivering cock into the back of your throat one last time. “F-Fuck. Stay like that — just fucking stay like that.” He hissed sharply between strained curses, head thrown back like some cheap virgin whore who’s just received his first ever mind blowing blow job. The familiar overwhelming heat curling in the curve of his belly, like a coiling string on the verge of popping. Balls tightening in need, pulsing spurts of his fat load squirting out of the head of his cock to messily splatter across the surface of your pretty fucking face, ruining you for his own amusement.

Should’ve busted his load down your throat just to hungrily watch you swallow it down, though he supposes that the cum stained look adorning your pretty face is a sight to behold on its own, taking a good minute to appreciate the mess before him.

A blank, pristine canvas that he had helped ruin and stain with the filth of his very own actions.

It suits you, really.

“That’s a — hah, good boy.” Whitney heaved roughly between ragged breaths, the uncharacteristically gentle praise laced in his tone differing from his usually sadistic nature. If it weren’t for the sticky mess that obscured your vision along with the heat of his sweating palm placed flat across your forehead, you’d notice the strange fond, warmth that had settled into his softening gaze, a sort of reverence in of itself. “My good fucking boy.”

“So good for big brother, aren’t you?” He smirks knowingly at your hitched gasps of breaths, struggling so stupidly to form back a snarky insult as per usual.

Ah, he gets it now — really fucking gets it, glazed over eyes settling onto your evidently hard, twitching cock still tented pitifully against the front of your jeans, frantically humping at the air like some sort of rabid, horny and untrained puppy in heat, tongue lolling out. Aw, so fuckin’ cute when you’re cock drunk and needy for big brother. Makes him wanna do it all over again.

For that, he should be properly training you then.

“Whitney— fuckin’ cmon, please.” Whining so pathetically in a way that sends a jolt straight down through his spent cock, immediately standing up to attention once more. You’re really asking for it, fuck.

So damn cute, but so impatient too. Maybe he should fuck your virgin ass next, stuff it full of his cum and see what happens to that bratty mouth of yours then. Shut you up a bit.

“Yeah, yeah. I got it. Just— keep still for me.”

Well, can’t be having his little new pet go frustratingly neglected like that, can he?

—

Kylar, your precious little sister, all too eager to be the first, but the second to sink her mark into you. Convince you a bit more.

Needy as she was, she wasn’t as bad as the rest that inhabited this sick place you reluctantly called home, a flicker of warmth among the distant coldness that resided in this house. Much unlike her brother, the dark haired girl didn’t seem to dislike you in the slightest, often shooting you the smallest of smiles whenever you two briefly locked eyes at the dinner table or in the shared hallways by mere coincidence.

‘Course, she did have her questionable moments whenever you caught her rifling through your drawers, namely the ones where your underwear lay neatly folded in the cubicle space. Promptly muttering out an unbelievable excuse as to why she needed your boxers before bolting past your stunned self, red in the face. Or that time she had decided to curl up onto your bed, lovingly burying her nose into the warm, silken sheets that you slept in, relishing in that sweet scent of yours she’d catch a whiff of as you drew closer next to her at the table.

..Yeah, she certainly had unresolved issues, but it beat the constant poking fun at that Whitney would do. The rough shoving into the metallic lockers that’d clank heavily from your weight, the shared snickering that came along with it and the forced blow jobs that you had somehow eased into over time despite yourself. Fuck, why were you even thinking of that asshole?

Freak or not, she didn’t harbour any of the senseless cruelty this town had to selflessly offer and that was good enough. Enough so that you had found yourself increasingly spending more and more of your time with Kylar whenever you weren’t forcibly dragged along to some shoddy place your big brother roped you into, leaving the loner to her own whims for the day.

So it was no surprise then when the two of you grew closer, a little more than you had expected so to be the one sat onto her worn out bed, her hideaway — she’d call it, a moment of respite from the constant teasing she had to go through from her older brother. A means of escape, perhaps? And for you, it was no different either, all the same. Gladly listening to her overexcited rambling about this and that, about the fine mangas she had newly bought at the local, dusty library, the half priced anime figurines she had found on display beyond the glassy windows that separated them — matching pearly bracelets made of shiny gems and rocks carefully picked at the park she’d sow together to gleefully tuck around your wrist, whining sorrowfully at her own being too loose for her delicate wrists. Cute. Your little sister was real fucking cute, more so than you’d like to admit at times.

So much so you couldn’t ignore the growing knots in the pit of your stomach whenever your knees fortuitously bumped against each other, a sign — a silent, repetitive warning of your shared proximity that was crossing past the treacherous line of two mere siblings. Yeah. Okay. So you found her cute, so what? Big fucking deal. Plenty of guys found a girl cute, didn’t mean jack shit, didn’t mean they wanted to fuck her till she clenched pathetically around them, sniffling miserably at being fucked brutally by their kind, soft-spoken big brother they naively put their trust into. Right, that’s what you were. Nothing more. A responsible big brother she could certainly put her faith into since her other piece of shit brother couldn’t bother with that shitty role, something you’d curse him for on the daily. One she could seek out at a moment’s notice, spend time with to her heart’s content like a normal, unsuspecting relationship between siblings should be.

Not some perverted creep of a big brother who’d steal periodic glances her way, instinctively trailing down to the soft, plump and pink flesh of her parted lips, glistening sinfully from the wetness of her saliva — a habit she unconsciously did despite claiming not to. Gulping thickly, you hadn’t registered how her seamless chatter had ceased to a stop, deafening silence befalling upon the both of you as you stared at each other like some sort of stiff actors awaiting for the next act on stage. Wait, were you staring? Fuck, you were — and she hadn’t failed to notice by the looks of it, blooming flush adorning her pretty, pale cheeks you’d like to press gentle, reassuring kisses to, squeeze under the weight of your palm. Maybe have her spill a few stray droplets of tears across the rosy surface while you’re at it, make her cry the same way Whitney did.

Oh, you’re such a fucking bastard for this one.

“W-What is it? Do I have something on my face?” Her sudden squeak had you stilling in your tracks, twisting the spread sheets without meaning to from the timid pitch of her shrill voice. Look at her, trying to hide behind her torn sleeves in an attempt to draw attention away from her bashful blush, becoming a fidgeting mess under your gaze.

Fuck, no. It was more than that, Kylar. It was the pout of your lips that you wore, the black strands of hair that frames your face so beautifully, the exposed sliver of skin of your thighs from that short skirt you slipped on. It was all you, but dammit all — fuck.

“Hm? No, it’s nothing — really.” Liar. Drawing back to create a manageable amount of space between you both, a reminder not to act upon those disgusting urges of yours, better not to. Bad idea to be thinking with your dick, no man’s ever made a reliable decision with that one. Even so, Whitney did it with you and — nothing particularly bad happened, did it? Would it be so wrong, if you were to do the same? Selfishly grasp for what you so dangerously desire, drop meaningless hints here and there to care for her wants, such a gentler option than any other boy could ever treat your dearest little sister?

Would it?

Too lost in your endless train of thoughts, your eyes connecting with Kylar’s green own that bore with such intensity you hadn’t seen before, almost as if contemplating — no, waiting for something to happen. Though you couldn’t tell what it was, her actions were enough so to speak on their own with how she shifted considerably towards you, used mattress dipping from the creaking weight over the wooden floorboards. Ah, was she..?

“Ky—?”

Before your mind was even fully given the chance to process it, like the leap taken before the shuddering dip of a waterfall, her inexperienced, virgin lips clumsily smashed into yours, knocking the wind out of the both of you from the abrupt step taken by your little sister. Sweet. So sweet. Pink tongue tentatively swiping along the scarlet cut of your bottom lip, ushered gasps accompanied by startled squeaks as she timidly gave you what she thought was a simple kiss, but felt more like a pornographic make out session with how she so desperately shoved her tongue deeper. More. Wants more of this, more of that honeyed taste she yearned to savour, to finally enjoy while her other dumb brother so greedily took you away every time she wished to be the one at your side instead. It wasn’t fair, not fair at all! He’s so mean, so why does he get to string you along whenever he so pleases? Should be her, only be her to fill that solemn space. Only her, only her—

“W-Wait, wait— Kyl— fuck.”

As if struck by the weight of what she had just done, the loner recoiled back instantly in a fit of panic from the sheer brashness of her actions. Oh, how could she let herself so easily fall to such temptations? What if you hated her now? Or worse, were repulsed by the kiss? Wouldn’t be able to live it down then, quivering lips and bubbling tears threatening to spill freely down the length of her flushing cheeks from her overactive imagination running rampant — because she’d rather die than to have you loathe her so.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to— umm.. I thought that maybe you.. wanted me to—“ The girl stuttered uselessly, trailing off in an aimless direction only to shrink back in her unbecoming position. Silence only answered her in return which she took as the harsh reality of rejection, mustering up all the courage she possibly had in her lithe frame to at the very least subtly peek at the current expression painted along your face. Would it be anger? Disgust? Disappointment even? Surely if you hated it that much, you’d have plainly kicked her right off the bed by now, right? Storm out in a fit of shock and never so much as glance her way again.

The sight to greet her instead wasn’t an unwelcome one though — no, far from it actually, her gaze deliberately falling upon the blazing flush of your face down to the evident bulge straining painfully between your legs, palm nervously placed over it in a half-assed attempt to keep your dignity at bay — shit. It’s one thing to be kissed by your younger sister but to get fucking hard from it is like shameful admission on its own, a visceral reaction that could not be denied no matter what reasonable excuses may tumble from your lips. “..It’s fine. I don’t mind, actually.” You’re really no better than Whitney in that aspect, but when an opportunity presents itself, it’s only fair to mindlessly grasp for it, is it not? More worrying is the debauched idea that forms in your mind in regard to the enamoured expression worn by her wobbly lips and wide-eyed look, not-so-subtly rubbing her plush thighs together in a hint of arousal. Oh, so that’s how it is. If the sloppy kiss itself didn’t confirm it then this surely did, a surge of confidence rushing momentarily through your body at your next actions. “Like I said, it��s fine, Ky.” That fucking nickname again. Unable to stop yourself from dragging your cute little sister closer towards you till she consequently found herself comfortably placed onto your lap, blinking stupidly at the bold move done by her normally gloomy, big brother. Silly girl.

“Siblings do it all the time, it’s not weird. It’s natural.” Lying through your goddamn teeth with a certain ease that even surprises you internally, but oh, is it so worth it as her viridescent eyes glimmer brightly to the whispered reassurance in your casual tone, acceptance easily slipping through. “But Whitney and I don’t—“ She starts, only for you to immediately latch onto her endless questioning with the seed having already been planted, too late to fucking back out now. “You and I are different. I’m nice to you and you’re nice to me, so it’s normal if you want to. We can do that cuz’ everyone else does it, alright? You don’t have to be shy with me about it, Ky.” Every carefully measured word to make it seem as though this was the norm, knowing fully you’d be seen as freaks and degenerates by your peers attending the nearby school. Not that they didn’t already think so with Kylar, the rumors having grown out to such an unhealthy proportion that it pestered the poor girl at every corner in the narrow hallways. Poor thing.

So isn’t it your job as her big brother to make it all go away? Make her feel better.

“Shh, just let me..” Soothing circles rhythmically rubbed in a recognizable pattern along the edges of her skirt, repeated affirmations of want so as to ease her chattering mind over the possible morality of this newfound situation. Could’ve said no if she didn’t secretly desire this, though her actions seem to say so otherwise with how she earnestly complies, willingly tucking her arms to her sides to let your hands do the rest. Good girl. So docile, like a porcelain doll, sharpening breaths noticeably deepening from the careful tugs of her short skirt, revealing the confirmation of her depraved wants as the wet patch of slick soaking through her plain, white panties is bared. Your adorable little sister isn’t so innocent as you thought, is she? Contrary to her modest choice of underwear. Getting fucking wet solely from being leered at so openly by her step brother, even going so far as to spread her soft legs for better viewing.

“See? Isn’t it frustrating to be left all worked up like this?” Agreeing nods promptly interrupted by the press of your thumb against her clothed slit, such a sweet, hitched gasp elicited from the lazy circles traced onto her swollen, twitching clit. A free view of your younger sister’s scrunched up expression morphing to one of pure, unadulterated pleasure, scarred fingertips tightly clutching at the fabric of your shirt, but that’s the least of your concerns at the moment, really. “This good?” There’s no real need to ask when you can naturally rely on the shivering of her dainty figure, breathy moans of y-yes and feels good! along with the guiding of her needy fingers, flush against her slicked heat. A flick of your thumb is all it takes to have her turn into a babbling mess, bucking her hips up to meet your cupped palm, incidentally grinding onto your aching hard-on. “S-Shit, okay. Look at you, hah — so fucking wet already.” Barely able to discern the own pitch of your voice, but who the fuck is supposed to properly maintain their composure when your little sister is so prettily begging for your cock?

Effortlessly peeling away at the sticky fabric of her cotton panties, slipping it down the length of her legs to thoughtlessly throw away onto the wooden floor beneath. No time to fucking think, not with how cute her cunt looks, pink and dripping with slick coating the smooth surface of her inner thighs. Ah, and she’s already impatiently fumbling with your belt too, smiling so happily once it loosens to eventually tug your own underwear down too, leaking cock eagerly springing free from its restraints. “Want it that bad, lil sis?” Fuck, does it feel wrong to even be calling her so in your current predicament, yet so damn right too. The pleading nods, urgently clinging to your frame to press against as she grinds her sopping cunt along your flushed tip, whining whenever it knocks just right up against her puffy clit, squelching from the melding fluids. “W-Want it, want it inside, please.”

“B-Big brother—“

As much as you like the high-pitched mumblings of your dearest Kylar, there’s really only so much edging you can take before promptly snapping your hips up in tandem with her own, relishing in the slippery warmth that lovingly welcomes you, stretched folds accommodating to the sheer girth of your length. “Oh, fuck — Fuck, just relax for me. You feel so.. hah, so good.” Collectively sighing in relief at the intrusion of your pulsing cock squeezed so nicely by her constricting walls, having to steel yourself from the tight suck of her cunt snugly wrapped around your tip. “You’re doing so good for me, taking me so well.” Softly hushing her breathy whines intertwined with a mix of pain and pleasure, fingertips digging harshly in the tender flesh of her hips to guide her quivering frame up and down the length of your cock. Isn’t this what she wanted after all? Such a quick learner too, steadily bouncing to match the pace you had set, your wandering hands slipping past the hem of her loose shirt to greedily palm at her perky breasts which prompts another moan to exit her parted lips. Uncaring for the increasingly noticeable squeaking of the worn mattress when your little sis is so cutely riding you, doing her very best to satisfy your immoral urges and have you mark her slicked insides with your seed.

“What a good sister.. So good, aren’t you?” Cute, pink tongue poking out, begging for another messy kiss pressed onto her swollen lips which you dutifully oblige with another muffled groan. Sloppily planting your own against hers, treasuring every shuddered gasp to swallow down and stifling her open mewls. It’s borderline disgusting how desperate you are, savouring every thick inch engulfed by the sloppy suck of her baby sister pussy, reappearing briefly only to bury yourself balls deep once more into her defiled cunt. Isn’t really your fault with how fucking tight she is, is it? Barely grasping the reality of the situation which is the very high possibility of being heard from outside her room right this moment, but fuck — you can’t slow down, not right now, not when you’re already on the verge of spilling your cum deep inside. Damn Whitney, the bastard. Damn to hell your parents, your indecisive mother and her new husband, this is heaven itself right here. “I’m close—“ You huff out in a sort of warning, though it’s more of an invitation to Kylar, an opportunity for you to shoot your thick seed in her wanting hole, practically locking her legs tight around your waist.

Anything for you after all, huh? Her beloved. Her darling. You just didn’t know it yet! And to say it came true on its own, openly enjoying the sensation of your fat cock instinctively fucking into her tight, little sister hole. So close.

“Cum inside me, please. Let’s finish together, big brother. I-I’m close too—“

And that’s all you really need, precise thrusts upwards hastily turning into erratic humps to lazily grind against her ass, wanting nothing more but to see the dumb, drooling, fucked out expression painted across her adorable face, the convulsing of her cunt stuffed full of your length when she does have her first ever orgasm. A few clumsy circles drawn over her used clit is all it takes to have her cumming, slick trickling out of her fluttering cunt to drip over the base of your cock and stain the pristine sheets beneath. “Ah— God, you’re so fucking tight.” Fuck, fuck, fuck — Shoving the hilt of your cock as deep as possible into your little sister’s stretched out hole to rightfully mark her pink insides with your seed, spurting out thick, white strings of cum while you fuck yourself deeper into her womb and downright have her experience her first ever accidental cream pie too. It’s only then when she pitifully whines for you to stop that you do eventually pause, hips drawing back to stare in awe at the dribbling globs of cum spilling out of her sore cunt. “S-Sorry.” You mutter out apologetically with a sigh, the tension easing out of your muscles once she giggles softly in response to your strained apology. “It’s okay. I-I liked it a lot too.”

“Did you?”

“Mhm, I did.” Kylar sleepily mumbles back with drowsy eyelids, the exhaustion washing both over you all at once from, well.. all the movement involved. Let’s leave it at that, actually. Plus you deserve the rest, don’t you? Wouldn’t be fair to leave your adorable sister all alone in her twin bed without her older brother’s body to warm it with too, yeah? It’s fine to lay yourself down next to her curled figure snuggling closely against yours, drape an arm over her waist to remind her of your presence close by, make her feel secure and at ease. A silent, ushered promise to clean her up later once you two awaken, affectionately pressing a single kiss atop her head one last time before sleep takes her first. It’s your role to as the big brother, after all, isn’t it?

“..Good.”

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ambrosiagoldfish · 2 months

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I've never sent a request before, but I'm fiending for more adam, like anything, anything at all

Benefit of the doubt

Adam x 3rd Spouse! Reader

Viewer discretion is advised

Warnings: Angst(?), Not exactly fluff at the end but it gets better, typical Adam TW’s, reader low-key high-key has a complex about being loved, this is set way before the show, and Gn! Reader. (Also Y/n isn’t used, which also surprised me, the author, LMAO)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Request Box: Open

Word count: 1760

A/N: Hi! Thanks for the request! I haven’t had a chance to write something that was originally my own idea in a while, so this was very refreshing! I’ve had this idea since I’ve watched the show so I hope you enjoy it!

I’m entirely up for making a small series from this oneshot, but I would need to know y’all’s opinion on it! (So don’t feel scared to let me know if you want some more of this idea in my Request box/the replies on this post!!)

Also Adam may be slightly OOC but please just chalk it up to him not yet getting his ego’s dick sucked 24/7

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, let me know if you do!

Proofread but of course could have left mistakes!

You’ve existed for almost all of human existence, Almost.

You were the 4th being to be created during the time of Eden. But unlike the other 3, you weren’t human. In fact, you technically never lived before. An honestly hopeless existence, yet it was so beautiful in every way. But for what purpose? Well…

You were created shortly after Eve ate the apple, before she and eventually Adam committed the first act of sin that caused evil to latch onto humanity like a leech.

The reason for your existence was simple. To be Adam’s new spouse, except for when after he died. From the very moment Eve bit the fruit of temptation, it was already decided she would hold no place in heaven. Adam was given mercy due to him not possessing any knowledge of the fruit Eve had shared with him, he trusted her wholeheartedly. Which is exactly why heaven gave him mercy… no, pity would be a better choice of words.

Upon your creation you learned immediately of the happenings before your existence. About Lilith and Eve, and about Lucifer

And so, after Adam and Eve were casted away from the Garden, they continued to live their lives, fostering the existence of mankind for the rest of time. And when they eventually died, Adam was given pity while Eve was thrown to the wayside, the vast unknown.

You thought it was finally your time to experience existence with the one you loved, the one you were made for. Of course you never would know life as he did but surely your life never-after life could be just as meaningful as his.

How excited you were, how completely enamored by the thought of it. But there was a problem with that, Adam had grown into a new person, he was meant to of course, he was human. But he had grown selfish, abhorrent… insecure.

You understood why, to be betrayed by not one but two of his wives for the same person. You couldn’t possibly imagine what he could be feeling. Before you were to meet your future husband, Sera informed you that he had asked for a mask, and once on, he has refused to take it off.

That didn’t bother you, it’s irrelevant to your love for him. You've only heard descriptions of his features. Short Brown hair, gold eyes, bushy eyebrows, some scruff on his chin. All in all, he sounded perfectly fine, ordinary even. But even then it’s his choice to wear the mask, so you’ll respect it.

Finally, the time he arrived in heaven, and when Sera finally introduced you, his new spouse, the one to whom would be by his side for the rest of forever.

He rejected you outright.

“What?” Your breath hitched as you stuttered over the word, the sharp inhale of your lungs through your mouth flicked through the air.

Sera looked just as shocked as you but she quickly regained her composure “What is the meaning of this Adam?”

“If you think I’m going to let my life get fucked over by another one of your “gifts” well, you’ve got another thing coming!” He crossed his arms and shook his head defyingly. “I’ve already learned my lesson with those last 2 bitches.”

“Adam I’m sorry that happened to you but I would never-“ almost like lightning his finger shot to your mouth, shushing you.

“Save it, Sweetcheeks, I really don’t care what you have to say, so just stay there and look pretty, k?” His hand fell and grabbed the sides of your face, squishing your cheeks together, his LED mask flashing a sharp smile.

You saddeningly looked down at the clouds below you.

“Adam!” Sera’s voice sounded through the air, still soft but firm, she continued, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Divine judgment allowed you to be the first human soul in heaven, so I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I expect you to give your new spouse that same grace.”

Slowly your eyes looked up at Sera with a soft smile. Adam only groaned “Ugh, Fine but don’t be fuxking annoying, capiche?” You nod your head quickly.

“Very good, glad we have it settled.” Sera gives a quick smile, “now, I have some business to take care of so I’ll leave you two alone to get to know one another” With that, Sera flew away leaving the both of you alone.

The silence was thick in the air, the only sound being the occasional wind breeze blowing past. The sunlight creeps in through the clouds painting an orange sky above you both. In every sense of the word, it was perfect.

It was almost funny. You had waited so long to finally meet him, your true love, the one you were made for. All the things you dreamed about, the laughs you’d have together, the warm embrace of the person who you loved. But now… you didn’t know what to say…

“I’m… happy to finally meet you.” Your voice is quiet, almost non-audible. “I’ve been waiting for you since… well, forever…”

He doesn’t respond. He seems to be transfixed on something below you both. You train your eyes on whatever he’s watching only to see the dark cavernous abyss below you. Finally he breaks his silence.

“The fuck is that?” He asked pointing down, a sound of genuine intrigue hidden behind his abrasive voice

“That’s hell?” You stated confused “where would-be sinners will go to be punished, didnt you k-“ you suddenly realized that perhaps Adam really didn’t know what hell was. It was only created relatively recently, after Eve and Him ate the apple, of course he wouldn’t know. “it’s also where Lucifer-“

“Don’t fucking say his name.” Adam spoke, his voice rough in his speech. LED mask putting a harsh frown on his face. “Let’s get one thing straight M”Kay babe, if you’re my “new spouse” that’s something you should remember.” The “new spouse” was said with a tone clearly meant to mock you.

“Sorry…”

“Ugh, It’s fine, just don’t do it again.” He groaned before a wicked smile crept onto his mask “Sooo, that means he’s going to be stuck with all the wasteful beings of existence, HA fuxkin’ hilarious. Guess that makes them the losers and us the Winners!”

His laugh filled the air, the sound was like music to your ears, sure maybe it wasn’t really what you’d hoped he’d fine funny, but you loved it all the same but eventually his laugh died down

Silence again… in admits of all of it you suddenly was sparked with a thought “oh!” Adam looked confused at the random exclamation. “I had almost forgotten… I brought you something, as a welcome gift or was it a nice to meet you gift? Both? Eh, it doesn’t matter but the point is-“ you suddenly snap your fingers.

Golden light began shining, the light seemed like liquid hot magma as it moved and molded slowly into a shape. Light seemed to be overlapping and churning into itself, forming your desired outcome. With one final snap of your fingers, the gleaming gold liquid took hold, and quickly hardened to a solid.

The object that had formed quickly fell down, landing in your arms with a light thud.

“I’m still learning this creation stuff, so I’m sorry if it’s not perfect but-“ you hold out the object in your arms as an invitation to grab it “I learned from Sera that you liked to play guitar when you were alive, so I thought you might like to have one here…”

Adam looked at the instrument in your hands. The base color was gold, the neck was pearly white with gold strings. To be honest it looked more like a harp then anything, like if a guitar and a harp had a baby.

Silence again. Did he not like it? Did he hate it? You go to pull it back to you and apologize when suddenly it’s ripped out from your hands.

“Holyshit, this is sick as Fuck!” Adam immediately started playing some rifts on the new guitar. The sound wasn’t what you were expecting but you guess Sera was right about his talent with the instrument. The whole time his mask had a wide and sharp smile as he mimicked guitar sounds with his voice, the occasional laugh leaving his mouth.

“I’m really glad you like it” you say, a sigh of relief leaving your body.

Adam looked at you, one you missed. He saw how relieved you were, how nice you were being. No person who supposedly loved him ever gifted him something, well, one other did. Someone he trusted and loved more than everyone, anyone. But look how that ended, with them being removed from the garden, away from an eternity of happiness until he died. All from someone giving him what he thought was nothing but love, a gift.

But he could see that this was different, you were different. When Eve gave him the apple, she didn’t explain what it was or why she wanted him to eat it, even when he asked her she didn’t explain. But with you, you had not only given him something you knew he liked but also expressed the reason behind it. Yes, you were different, even Adam could see it.

“Anyways, thanks for the axe, I guess…” Adam for the first time was stunned, but quickly he continued “What was the thing that Sera chick said about me and “divine judgment” or whatever the fuck? That she gave me the “benefit of the doubt…”

You were a bit confused but continued listening, “I guess I should at least try to give you a chance, since you got me this sick ass guitar an’ shit.” Your face lit up, you about began to speak before you were, once again, shushed “B-B-But-” his finger tapped your lips with each repeated syllable ”-only a chance. If you betray me like those last 2 bitches then you’re done, got it?”

To say you were overjoyed would be an understatement, a smile quickly plastered across your face as you quickly nodded your head

“Alright good, so uh, what do ya say about showing me the best places to get a bite to eat around here, I could really go for some ribs right about now.”

“ I’d… love to, thank you Adam”

“Yeah don’t mention it Sweetcheeks” Adam quickly wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you two began walking.

Maybe you will get your eternity of happiness.you can only pray you do.

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deadloverxx · 2 months

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subbot yan priest x domtop reader!!

cw: religion, religious guilt, internalised homophobia, obsession, and all of yandere shenanigans.

hands clutched in prayer, his desperate eyes drank in the figure of Christ before him. oh, the saviour would be really disappointed, seeing his server like this. lips coated in saliva and droplets of blood, skin ripped at the edges from the desperate bites. so dirty. and it's all a fault of some sinner, nonetheless. a devil in disguise, he was convinced. a span of Lucifer, sent to earth to tempt him into sin, like the devil did with Eve. the holy book did warn him the devil would look handsome... but he didn't expect him to look this handsome. where was his guardian angel? very immodest looking this sinner, Father thought, and felt something twitch beneath his vestment. obscenely mortifying. but why? Father shuddered at the thought, correct but otherwise impossible. he needed to hunt the sinner down. exorcise the evil that had plagued his mind once and for all.

the hunt began with surveying your interactions with others at the church. a local nearby, although an atheist, still talked to a lot of the priest's holy brothers and sisters. your smile, revealing a little bit of white, sharp tooth, drove him crazy, thighs rubbing against each other at the very sight of it as you talked to an acolyte under Father's watchful gaze. you glanced at him a few times, and every time he felt his heart throb, hands clutching the rosary in his pocket.

"forgive me, Father, for I have sinned..." he mumbled, knees pressed against the confessional's cold wooden floor. this was his third frequent confession, in which thought of you crawled their way into his mind. always too afraid of admitting it, but dreadfully ashamed of how in this time, which is supposed to be between him and God... you still found your way to plague his thoughts. "i have been having thoughts... thoughts of.. men." he breathed out, biting on his lip again. "i can't get him out of my head, that man..." seemingly not even waiting for the priest on the other end of the confessional's wall to respond, his breath hitched. "he has been in my mind for ages now, as i pray, as i eat, as i read the holy book... i'm afraid of God's wrath for it" and as he mutters the sets of prayers prescribed by his colleague, he can't help but think of himself on his knees, before you, praying between your legs with his wet, sinful mouth, as you moan in pleasure..

and when an acolyte of his brought him something you dropped on your way out - oh Lord... the little boy was being nice, bringing lost items of someone to his trusted adult to return. he nodded and thanked the boy with shaking hands clutching a hanky of yours, which was usually hanging from your left back pocket.

he was grateful, face buried in the piece of cloth which held your scent at night, sprawled across his bed, the robes off, shamefully letting his fingers thrust in and out of himself, drool running down his cheeks as he imagined your strong hands spreading his legs apart and ravaging him, eyes rolling at the back of his head as your name slipped past his lips like a prayer. and as his body shook with release, clear semen pooling on his stomach, he breathed in your scent again, contemplating how he would give it to you the following day, and try and spark up a conversation while he's at it...

#🌸🐇writing #drabble #male reader #x male reader #top male reader #bottom character #nsft #gay #male character x male reader #character x male reader #bottom male character #top reader

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rodolfoparras · 6 months

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Thinking about old man Price trying…rimming for the first time 18+

Pairing: John Price x Male reader

Content tags: rimming, internalized homophobia, age gap

Series/One Shot: Old man Price trying….for the first time i

During his 65 years of being alive he’s spent most of those years being closeted and while he’s had a handful of partners- all which were women, he hasn’t had the chance to try a whole lot of things.

All of his partners very rather simple with what they wanted in the bedroom and almost all of them wanted the same thing; for him to be in charge while he buried his face between their legs or had them down on all four as he fucked them into the mattress.

Price always found himself watching the faces they’d make while lost in throes of pleasure; the way they’d pinch their brows and bite their lips from just a few experimental licks or the way they’d arch their backs and how their bodies would quake as he pushed his tongue into them.

Although most of the time he’d watch them closely to make sure that he was doing a good job, other times he’d watch them closely and almost feel envious.

Price often found himself wondering what it would be like to be in their place, wondering what it would be like for someone, no a man, to bury his face between his legs and eat him out like he's been starved for days, to use rough calloused hands to hold Price in place, and to feel coarse beard hair scraping against his sensitive skin while his hot tongue drags across Price’s puckered rim.

He tends to get so lost in those thoughts that he often finds himself stroking his cock while having his face buried in a cunt. The women would always think he was just really into the act not realizing what he really was fantasizing about.

Price continues to secretly wonder for a couple of years until one day he no longer has to wonder about it.

He feels your strong hands holding him in place, calloused thumbs digging into the cleft of his ass and parting his cheeks easily.

He feels cold air licking at his searing hot flesh, and a familiar heat creeping up his neck ears and cheeks as your gaze burns into his puckered rim.

For a second he can’t help but worry about what you’re thinking of him. Price isn’t stupid. He knows that he isn’t young anymore. He’s got crow feet around his eyes, wrinkles and sunspots covering his skin, and miles and miles of gray hairs dusted all over his body.

In that very moment he realizes that this is how his previous partners must’ve felt when they lay splayed out in front of him.

Even though Price thought nothing but positive things about them he can’t help but worry as he feels your gaze trails over his body. He can taste bile rising up in his throat, white knuckling the pillows and squeezing his eye shut.

However all his worries immediately disappear when he hears you whispers “so pretty” against his skin.

Price finds himself preen at your praise, body arching up into your touch and you can’t help but chuckle at his reaction.

At last he feels coarse beard hair scraping against his sensitive skin, can feel your lips trailing kisses on his cheeks, and he feels his hole clenching in anticipation for what’s about to come.

This is so wrong, a little voice says in his head but it’s quickly drowned out as he feels your warm wet tongue lick a stripe along his puckered rim and within an instant he arches up into your touch as a soft gasp escapes his lips.

He shouldn’t be doing this, the very same voice says in his head but the thought has his cock leaking like a broken faucet and he feels himself push back when you give another experimental lick, in a desperate attempt to keep your tongue inside of him.

The third swipe of your tongue never comes and he feels his eyes snap open as he cranks his neck to meet your gaze and what you see is the sight of a man looking absolutely wrecked, cheeks flushed hair mused as his chest rises and falls at a rapid pace.

“Why -why did you stop?” He croaks out, words rushed and stumbling off of his tongue.

“What do you want sweetheart? Need you to use your words” you say with a soft smile on your face, palm ever so warm as you trace circles into his skin.

Price knows the look on your face, has had the very same look on his own face when he’s had a woman under him, knows that tone of voice, it’s the very same he used to coax out the words he wanted to hear.

Price feels his mouth dry up, heat creeping back up in his necks, cheeks and ears as a wave of shame and pleasure pools in the pit of his stomach as he goes to speak

“Please sir please need you- need you to touch me please”

#call of duty #john price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #dom male reader #sub male character #x male reader #male reader #character x male reader

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xuzuitengenx · 7 months

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Imagine...Fake Dating Gone Wrong

Genre—Fluff

Character—> Your Choice

A/N: I had this idea and thought why not — hope you guys enjoyed and SORRY FOR ANY MISSPELLED WORDS OR BAD GRAMMAR

Fake Dating with (character name) was easy at first. The idea had arisen as you wanted to make your ex jealous and your friend, (character name), agreed to help you.

Fake dates, fake acts of love, forced kisses, and every other forms of love was exchanged between the two of you as time goes by.

Here's when things starts going downhill...for (character name).

(character name) started to fall for you. They didn't mean for this to happen as the deal was to fake date to make your ex jealous. They couldn't help it as every time you showed affection "romantically", their heart would skip a beat or when you smile at them, they couldn't help but to smile back.

(character name) was heart-broken when they would remember that this wouldn't last and they were not in a real relationship with you. You didn't love them back.

Sure you cared for them and you would do anything for them but you didn't love them romantically. Or that what (character name) thought.

(character name) soon couldn't hold over their feelings for you, confessing everything on a night out with the rest of your friend group along with your ex. The confession happened when (character name) felt jealousy at your ex getting close to you.

When you both were alone together, (character name) confessed. The confession was a rushed, heartfelt rant that you barely understood half of but you waited for them to be done with a smile on your face.

At the end of it, they felt a weight lifted off their shoulders but soon embarrassment and fear hits them.

"I...I'm sorry, M/N.. I shouldn't have. I know you love (ex) and I really, really shouldn't–"

"I love you too, (character name)."

(character name) felt their heart skip as their face heats up at your words.

"You..love me back?" They whispered in disbelief, making you nod in confirmation.

"I love you and I would like to date you...for real."

#x male reader #male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #seme male reader #random character #character x male reader #fandom #fluff #fake dating #female character #male character #character

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d4m14rt · 6 months

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PLEASE READ THIS!

Hi, this is for all those who write heatcanons, one shots or smuts for male readers and trans male readers. I would like to ask you to send me a message if you are interested in me translating your stories into Spanish to share them with the Spanish-speaking community.

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HIII I DON'T KNOW IF YOU STILL DO REQUESTS BUT- It you do, may you write this pls🤭

Miles morales x male! Reader who he meets at a school trip? The reader is very sarcastic or chill? (Reader has a personality that's like Mai from ATLA!)

The reader is like famous for their voice and guitar and art skills (brrrr) so when miles met reader he started to get interested in em so he follows reader whenever they go while on a school trip ✨

<3 ignore if you seem uncomfortable with this, lob youuuu

(I've requested to you before ;) )

Summary: Reader and Miles finally confess after years of dancing around each other. But first, let’s go back into where it all started…

Pairing: Miles Morales x M!Reader

Notes: I know exactly who this is. I apologize for not doing this sooner. I know you requested this months ago and I’ve been slacking off. I hope this makes up for it :) I did kinda diverge away from the request a little and went more so towards the direction of your previous requests. I hope that’s okay!

Warnings: Reader is probably more sassy than stoic tbh, Miles is very much aggravating in some of these, Miles and reader were born early 2005 (or late 2004, up to you), mentions of school, graduation, reader is a smoker (not really), Soulja Boy, Nick and Charlie slander, slow burn relationship. Let me know if I forgot anything!

The Ten Times You and Miles Danced Around Your Feelings

I. Taravella Playground - EST. 2008

A red and blue flash from a small size 4 shoe piques Miles' interest as he lazily glances up from his position in the middle of the sandbox. Miles looks up from the intruder's feet to their face after noticing how he’d wordlessly been staring for a while, but the boy's scowl leaves Miles feeling horribly disappointed (and afraid, might I add). He wasn't prepared for such hostility from a fellow Spider-Man fan—not that he knew what hostility meant anyway—but he was sure the expression on the boy’s face would haunt him for many lifetimes. Nevertheless, Miles made an effort to introduce himself and be sociable.

“Hi, I’m Miles.” He says with an apprehensive yet polite smile.

“I’m Y/N.” The boy responds, detaching his shovel from his bucket before settling down on the boards that surrounded the sandbox.

Miles searches his small brain for a conversation starter—not that there were many in there to begin with—and decides on a topic that he’s confident he can discuss without tripping over his words. His favorite hero. Spider-Man.

But, apparently, he asked a question that was entirely too obvious.

“Do you like Spider-Man?”

Y/n looks down at his own shirt and shoes then looks back at Miles, raising an eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Miles sighs and gives Y/n a mostly toothless grin before returning his attention to his bucket. "I wanted to be sure.” He says. “I like Spider-Man too, you know.”

“Good for you.” Y/n replies, looking slightly agitated and mildly uninterested.

Suddenly, Miles wants to go home.

———

II. Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade - EST. 2009

Y/n shakes his head as he watches a small figure run through a large crowd at the parade. He made the decision to turn his head away and pretend he hadn't seen anything, but the next thing he knew, he was lying on his back, staring up at the sky.

His mom had forced him out to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, and he was less than thrilled. He tried to avoid it, but wasn’t given much of a choice. Saying as he was under his parents’ rule and wasn’t yet allowed to make his own decisions.

But, after this less than pleasant experience, he knew he should’ve pushed harder to stay home. This kind of stuff wouldn't happen indoors.

“Oops, sorry!” The culprit said with an annoyingly recognizable voice.

It was Miles, the Spider-Man fan who Y/n had to (painfully)endure seeing each Thursday evening in the park.

"Oh, it’s you," Y/n deadpanned. "I knew it."

Y/n sat up, and Miles reached out to help him up. But Y/n quietly declined and stood up for himself.

Miles opened his mouth to speak, but he was suddenly grabbed and placed on the shoulders of a lanky bald man wearing the coolest shoes Y/n had ever seen.

“Sorry about that, little man.” The bald man spoke while lowering himself to Y/n's level. “My little nephew can be a bit much at times.”

"I know him, Uncle Aaron!" Miles informed his uncle, pointing his finger directly in front of Y/n’s face.

Y/n looks at his finger and shakes his head no, slowly lowering Miles’ hand.

“He bothers me at the park.”

"That's not true!"

Aaron looked at Y/n who nodded rapidly, providing a counter argument—or in this case, action—to Miles’ statement.

Standing to his full height, Aaron chuckles, "It's okay little man. You’ll grow to love him.”

Aaron then turns to Y/n's teenage brother, Leon, who was standing next to him silently watching the events unfold.

"I'm sorry my nephew accidentally knocked your brother over."

Leon shrugs. “My dog does it all the time. It isn't anything new.”

Aaron chuckles. "Well, you gentlemen, have an amazing rest of your day."

And as they walked back to wherever they came from, Miles waved to Y/n.

—————

III. Briarwood vs. Montgomery Elementary school field day - EST. 2011

Miles thought Y/n looked silly, watching him emerge from the bathroom wearing a shirt ten times bigger than the one he’d just been wearing. Not too long ago, he’d been pushed fell into ice water when the kids were all instructed to go and grab a juice of their choice from the overly large cooler under the Pavillon.

Today, Miles’ and Y/n’s school were having a field day. It was supposed to be a competition, but it turned into a lot of fun when the kids from both schools started to become friends with each other.

That was cool with Miles, until his his best friend TJ suddenly took interest in playing with Y/n’s best friend Kaiden. This wouldn’t have been an issue if the teachers didn’t say to pick a buddy and stick with them. Miles would walk away if he could. But since he couldn’t, he found himself face to face with his worst enemy while his best friend and his worst enemy’s best friend had their own conversation.

“I know you pushed me into the cooler, Miles.”

“No, I didn't.” Miles promptly refuted. “You’re lying.”

“No, I'm not,” Y/n countered. "Because Toby told me, and Toby never lies."

“Well, maybe you don't know Toby as well as you think.”

Y/n took a breath, seemingly in an effort to calm himself down. “If Toby said he seen you push me in the ice box, it’s true.”

“Toby is a liar.”

Suddenly, everyone in the area gasped, never expecting to hear the truthful Toby labelled a liar.

You could have heard a pin drop in the absolute silence. Or, in this instance, swift footsteps and small but powerful hands pushing past a crowd.

“…’Scuse me, 'Scuse me, 'Scuse me.." Toby finally finds himself in front, face to face with his accuser. "You calling me a liar?"

"Um.." Miles freezes. "N-no, no. Of course I'm not.”

"Yes you are." Toby countered, "I heard you when I was over there with Emily"

“That wasn’t me.”

“…So, like I said.” Toby repeats. “You calling me a liar?”

The whole crowd of grade schoolers started to ooh at the interaction. Quite frankly, Miles is terrified. But his Uncle Aaron always told him it’s best to stand his ground.

“So what if I did call you a liar?”

Miles is given a blank look by Toby before he suddenly lunges at him, grabs his shirt forcefully, and yells at him.

“I am NOT a liar! My grandma told me I’m a good boy and I believe her! Take it back right now, squiggles!”

Squiggles?

“Fellas, fellas!” Miles’ friend Harry butted in, pulling them apart.

“I’m sorry.” Toby said. “I lost control.”

“That’s fine, but I think I know how to fix this.”

Less than two minutes later, Harry had them in court—whatever that means—and all Miles could wonder was where is my teacher?

Harry clears his throat and begins to talk, but is shortly interrupted by his friend (and sidekick), Walter. “We are gathered here today because- wait, what? Oh, sorry that’s for a wedding. ORDER IN THE COURT!”

Let’s just say, Miles pleaded guilty to pushing Y/n into the cooler that afternoon and was given a stern talking to by his best friends when they made it back to their school.

————

IV. Brooklyn Museum - EST. 2012

“Alright, kids! Single file, single file!” Miles’ teacher yelled as the students piled off the bus.

Today, Miles’ elementary school—along with seemingly every other elementary school in the district—have taken a trip to the local museum.

In all honesty, Miles would have preferred to stay at home, but he had no choice. Particularly because when they returned to school, he was given an exhibit to write about. Everyone takes advantage of the opportunity for a free grade!

When all of the children exited the bus, the chaperones divided the single group into smaller groups. Miles voluntarily zoned out for a moment while his group waited patiently for the final few groups to form.

He forced a smile on his face and gave himself a mental pep talk to try and convince himself that this will have a positive outcome. Surprisingly, it was working. But little did he know…

MEANWHILE…

“ALRIGHT, MONTGOMERY!”

“ALRIGHT, MS. BROWN!”

Ms Brown explains that the students will be placed into groups, and must pick a buddy within their groups. They must stay with their buddy and near their chaperones. You know, the usual.

“Do I make myself clear?” Ms Brown asks after the brief explanation.

“Yes Ms. Brown!” The kids reply.

“Alright!” She smiles, grabbing the roster from her seat. “If I call your name, you are in Mr. Kyle’s group!”

Today, Y/n’s school—along with every other elementary school in kings county—were being forced to go on a trip to a children’s museum.

The idea of visiting a museum made Y/n anxious. He had never visited this museum before and had no idea what to expect. For the record, he was expecting dinosaur fossils because, well, he's deathly afraid of dinosaurs. That would be kept a secret from others. Think about how people would respond if the cool, chill Y/N Y/L/N admitted to having a fear of dinosaurs. Y/n doesn't know and never hopes to find out.

Realistically, he could have just dropped the form in a puddle, let his dog eat it, or "forgotten" to get it signed, but his teacher made it his mission to let Y/n's parents know about the trip before the school day was over.

Thanks a lot, Mr. Kyle.

Y/n made the mistake of looking around as the kids, who have now been divided into groups, pile haphazardly off of the yellow school bus.

Unfortunately, Miles also made the same decision at the same time and the two boys unavoidably made eye contact.

Could this day get any worse?

—————-

V. Brooklyn Medical - EST. 2014

Y/n emerges from room 212 with a group of friends and a relaxed look on his face. If people didn't know any better, they would believe that he killed someone right here in the hospital and had no problem with it. But in all honesty, he was on his way back from a visit with his cousin TJ.

In an attempt to skateboard with Y/n and his friends, TJ broke his arm. But if you asked TJ to explain to an adult what happened, he rolled down a hill. Both boys were not yet allowed to ride a skateboard, especially not without an adult present or the necessary equipment, but he wanted to protect his cousin and himself, so blaming the hill seemed like the best course of action.

For Y/n, TJ was always like a breath of fresh air; he was different from the people he hung out with at school, from the people in his area, and even from his immediate family. He thought TJ understood him completely, and he never once thought he needed to disown him. Aside from perhaps the now, when he realizes that TJ is still in fact friends with one Miles Morales.

“Miles?” Y/n speaks softly, surprised, squinting to make sure he’s seeing things correctly. Y/n’s friends leave almost immediately upon seeing Miles’ face.

“Oh hey, Y/n!” Mike’s replied. "I heard that TJ fractured his arm because of you. Disappointed, but not surprised.”

“Actually, it isn’t my fault this time.” Y/n shrugs. "Why are you here anyway?"

“Because TJ is my best friend,” Miles said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Really? He said that he dropped you.”

“Nope.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You never do.” Reaching out to Y/n, Miles says while extending his hand. "Allow me to show you something."

“You don’t need to sound so professional.” Y/n responds under his breath, choosing to ignore the tingling sensation Miles' touch had given him in his hand.

“Sorry.” Miles responded, pulling him toward the front desk to ask for TJ’s room number.

“Where are we going, Morales?” Y/n asked, growing tired of being pulled around.

“To ask which room TJ is in.”

“212.” Y/n curtly responds, nodding his head toward TJ's room.

Miles reads the signs and guides himself and Y/n in the direction of room 212. After finding the room, Miles peaks his head in the doorway and tells Y/n to stay put, to which the boy responds, "I'm not a dog."

“TJ!” Miles yells excitedly, walking into TJ’s room.

“HEY MILES!” TJ yells back, hugging Miles with his left hand because his right one was damaged by the skateboard.

“Your cast is so cool!” Miles yells. “Can I sign it?”

TJ goes to respond when he notices movement at the door.

“Wow,” Y/n lets out an exaggerated sigh, walking into TJ’s hospital room. “I can’t believe you’ve done this.”

“I told him to leave, he wouldn’t leave.” TJ lies terribly. “You’ve gotta believe me.”

“I don’t.” Y/n shrugs before receiving a text message and looking down to see what it said. “My mom asked if you guys want Wendy’s.”

Miles says no to be polite and TJ basically asked for the whole menu. In the end, he ended up with a 4 piece and a frosty. Y/n got a Fanta.

About time Y/n’s parents arrived with the food (and also to retrieve their kid), Y/n despised Miles a little less. Not that he’d ever find that out though.

——————-

VI. Yankee’s Game - EST. 2016

Everyone in the audience holds their breath, sat uncomfortably on the edge of their seat. The Yankees had been behind the entire game, and it's the ninth inning. Jeter had sprained his foot during the sixth, and the Yankees only had about three star players left.

In the hope that his wish come true, Y/n bowed his head and closed his eyes as he began to pray to all the gods and Santa Claus that there’d be a miracle.

He looked up when he heard the crowd cheering, but a fugly red and blue tie-dye shirt sadly blocked his view.

Y/n’s eye twitched and he took a breath to keep his composure, then trailed his vision upwards.

Miles Morales was the perpetrator once again.

“Do you ever go home?” Y/n questions. "Why are you always where I am?"

Miles shrugs and sits stiffly in the empty seat next to Y/n side eyeing him nervously a few times.

“So… how is the the weather?

Y/n gives him a quick blink before returning to the activity.

This is gonna be a really long final inning.

_____

VII. Brooklyn Bridge - EST. 2017

On the trip home from the movie theater, Miles is startled from his nap long blink by a loud "Oh my God, what is that?!" from a few rows behind. Select schools in their county were forced to watch a Nat Geo documentary about Brazilian native animals. Naturally, due to his lack of sleep after staying up late having a solo dance party for quite a bit of the night, Miles slept through it.

However, his dazed state was short-lived as he heard his friend Steven screaming in panic.

"Bro, there's something chasing the fucking bus!"

“Hey! It's crucial that you all keep your composure and refrain from speaking in the same way that Steven did!” Screamed his teacher, Mrs. Nance. “We will all be fine!"

Then, out of nowhere, came a loud thud that landed atop the bus, as if danger itself had been listening in on their conversation.

Mrs. Nance contradicted her statement. "Holy shit, we're all going to die!"

With little explanation and in a hurry, Miles hastily pulled out his phone and texted his parents about the issue. This worried his poor mother, who hurriedly left work and hopped in her car to come get her son.

Miles made the decision to say a quick prayer because they were all genuinely convinced they were only two seconds from dying.

He was about to say amen when a nasty knock on his window forcibly interrupted him. Even though the person who caused it fell, the source of the sound stuck.

There was a web. A very familiar-looking web that Miles was all too familiar with.

"Spider-Man is here!"

As soon as they realized they could be saved, everyone hurried to Miles' side of the bus in joy, but the happiness didn't last long.

A tentacle instantly grabbed Spidey's neck, ripping his mask off his face in the process.

“Welp, nothing to see here! That kids dead.”

Everyone returned to their seats, but Miles remained transfixed.

The face seemed oddly familiar. If only Miles could connect the dots, then-

Miles gasped. "Is that Y/n?"

———-

VII. Brooklyn Visions Academy Valentine’s Day Dance - EST. 2018

“Can you at least smile?” Y/n’s friend Melissa asks him, randomly slapping his forehead to illicit some type of energetic response.

“Yeah, I got you when we’re walking in. We can put on a show for all your pristine rich people friends.”

Melissa rolls her eyes and speaks sarcastically. “That’s the spirit.”

Y/n chuckles for a second until the car comes to a stop in front of the drop off for the dance.

“You mind going in without me? I’ll be in eventually.”

“I don’t trust you not to try to pay off my idiot brother to drop you back off home.” Melissa says. “Let’s go Y/n.”

Y/n sighs and opens the door on his right, stepping out and then holding his hand towards Melissa which she takes happily.

“Smile!” She reminds him, “my dad will be here.”

“Man, fuck yo daddy.”

Melissa deadpanned. “Behave.”

“Why can’t you just tell him that I’m not dating you and the both of us are gay?”

“His image! You know he’s one of the richest men in New York.”

“Nah, I don’t think you’ve said it enough over the four years that I’ve known you. Tell me one more time?”

Melissa slaps his shoulder and he chuckles.

“I’ll behave for you, Melly. But if I see somebody fine, I’m leaving you.”

Melissa shrugs. “Fair enough.”

Finally, the two of them arrive at the school's front door and enter the gym, which has been set up for the event.

Y/n swears he could almost pass out as the smell of several different perfumes suddenly fills his nostrils, but he keeps himself together for Melissa.

“I want something to drink.” Melissa announces, pulling Y/n into the direction of the drink table.

Y/n started to wonder what drinks they’d have available, but unsurprisingly enough there was a large bowl of punch sitting there waiting for them.

“Do you want a cup?”

“Nah.”

As several of Melissa's friends and admirers approach to say hello, Y/n waits at her side.

They had only been here for a few minutes, but it was already starting to get very tiring.

Miles and his friend entered the room, and Y/n swears he has never been happier to see him.

But Miles would never find that out.

“Y/n!” Miles exclaimed before absentmindedly widening his eyes and changing the depth of his voice. “I mean… Y/n, hey.”

Y/n nods. “Morales.”

While Melissa's admirers came and went, the two of them and Miles' friend stood there in awkward silence.

They expected that to continue, but then a group of them first greeted Melissa before heading over to Y/n.

One girl stepped forward and Y/n could tell that the other girls were there merely as moral support.

“Hi! You’re really cute and I-”

Y/n didn’t even look in her direction.“Sorry, I’m gay.”

The girl turned red and the lot of them walked away.

Miles’ friend giggled in the background while Miles himself stared at Y/n incredulously.

“Your mother ever teach you it’s rude to stare, Morales?”

————

VIII. Kings County Schools camping trip - EST. 2019

“For fucks sake, Morales.” Y/n sighed in exasperation. “Go play with your friends or something. You don’t need to follow me around.”

Miles threw his arms up in surrender. “I just want to talk!”

Y/n nodded. “Cool, bro. I support. But you talking doesn’t have to include me.”

“Kind of does, since it’s you I want to talk to.”

“Fuck, okay fine.” Y/n sighs. “Can y’all like… go back to the tent or something? I need to talk to Morales.”

His loud friend Jamari laughs. “GAY! GAY! GAY!”

His other friend Michael sighs and grabs him my the ear, pulling him away. “Shut up, Jamari.”

When his friends are finally out of earshot, he turns to face Miles.

“What’s up, Morales?”

“Well for one, I-“ Miles stopped himself, “Why do you call me that?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Your name?”

“My last name.”

Y/n shrugged. “Feels right.”

“So if I just call you y-“

“No. What do you want?”

Miles took a deep breath. “I seen you!”

“Yeah? When?”

“On the Brooklyn bridge two years ago when I was on a school bus.” Miles said quickly.

“Oh, word? What was I doing?”

“Swinging and flipping and flying and-“

“DANG,” Y/n chuckles. “I almost believed you but last time I checked, humans don’t fly.”

Miles blinked. “You know exactly what I mean.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Do I?”

“Yes!” Miles threw his arms up. “Why do you always deny everything like I don’t have proof?”

“Why do you always lie and say you didn’t push me into the cooler?”

“That wasn’t me.”

“And that guy on the bridge wasn’t me.”

“But I seen you.”

“Everybody has doppelgängers, bro.” Y/n stated nonchalantly. “For all you know, that dude could’ve been named Jimmy.”

“Anyways,” Miles rolls his eyes. “I just wanted to tell you that I know and that your secret is safe with me.”

“There is no secret,” Y/n shrugged, popping a starburst into his mouth. “But, it’s nice to know that if there was a secret, you’d have my back.”

Miles goes to respond to Y/n, but freezes up when he hears something that sounds a lot like a bear growling.

He turns to ask Y/n if he heard it too, but Y/n has already grabbed his hand and started to carefully back the two of them away.

Moments later, Miles' shoe suddenly flies off, and as he races back to get it, the bear charges in their direction.

A lot like the white people in horror movies, Miles fell to the floor and decided to stay there screaming.

With the help of his webs and quick thinking, Y/n easily caught Miles and his sneaker.

So much for not being Spider-Man, right?

When the two of were next to each other again, Miles went to celebrate that he had been right all along when Jamari came around the corner and asked Y/n to play a song on his guitar.

“Yeah,” Y/n said after picking himself up off the ground and dusting himself off. “Tell them that I'll be there soon.”

Jamari nodded before returning to the other campers, and when Y/n was sure that Jamari was gone, he turned to face Miles.

“Tell anybody about this and I’ll steal all your money.”

—————-

IX. Lincoln High vs. Beachside Charter basketball game - EST. 2021

Y/n feels out of his element. It’s the first game after quarantine, and a lot has changed.

For one, there’s little to no people in the crowd. There are a few parents there, all of which look uninterested and have definitely been dragged there by their kids. Uninterested attendees result in little to no interaction among the crowd, which makes Y/n unmotivated and unable to concentrate.

On top of that, a few of his teammates are sick, so the team is definitely not at their best.

Y/n could never see himself saying this before, but he wishes there’d be no basketball season until the world got its shit together.

Not even the mascot is helping, nor the music playing lowly in the background to set the vibe.

The team isn’t doing well right now, and they really need a miracle.

The coach calls timeout and calls the team towards her. She tells them to put forth their best effort, but due to circumstances, she can’t get on them about their performance. She tells them to have fun, and that she won’t make them run laps if they lose.

The boys laugh a little before breaking up and making their way back to the court. Everyone’s spirits became the slightest bit higher after that talk, but Y/n’s spirits definitely lifted when he looked into the crowd and spotted one Miles Morales.

Suddenly, Y/n felt like he had to do his best. Even though Miles was his rival by default.

—————

(+ the One Time You Acted On Them)

X. Kings County Class of 2023 graduation trip: Phoenix Arizona - EST: 2023

Miles cautiously walks towards the edge of the ledge after getting the directions from the best friend of a certain someone. It’s been over a year since they last seen each other and Miles has finally accepted the reason why. Miles likes Y/n—he thinks—and he’s finally ready to confess his feelings. He’s hoping that things go right tonight so that he won’t have to hurl himself over the edge.

“Hey.” He starts, standing behind to Y/n who’s sitting dangerously close to the edge with his legs nearly dangling. “Is this seat taken?”

“You don’t see anyone else sitting there, do you?”

Miles chuckles silently and takes the hint, sitting so close yet so far away from Y/n.

He looks to Y/n and takes in his appearance. Hooded eyes, head tilted back to watch the moon, and a hint of sadness in his eyes as he blows a misty cloud of smoke from his lips.

Now that got Miles’ attention.

“You smoke?”

“It’s a fuckin’ Smartie.” Y/n replies with a blank look after hesitating for longer than he’d care to admit.

Miles giggles before he can stop himself. “Wow, Y/n. How cute of you.”

Y/n roles his eyes. “I told my elementary school teachers I’d never do drugs. I’m no liar.”

Miles chuckled then took a deep breath, leaning back before speaking. “Hey, uh…” Y/n looks at him, “I actually need to talk to you about something.”

“Talk to me.”

“So, um…” Miles starts, playing nervously with his fingers.

“…If you need a moment, I can go get another drink and let you marinate.”

Marinate?

“Where would you be getting a drink from? You’re underage.”

Y/n shrugs. “I know a guy.”

“You know more than one!” A random guy whisper yells from the bushes.

“Not now, Carl!” Y/n whisper yells back through gritted teeth. “My bad, Morales. You found your words yet?”

“Yeah, uh…” Miles takes a deep breath. “I know when we were kids we had our differences, but I feel like we’ve come a long way since then. I mean, you haven’t death glared me in a while, and I haven’t pushed you in a cooler since before we were like five.”

“I knew that was you.”

“Uh- Yeah, I’m sorry.” Miles scratches the back of his neck. “Anyway, what I’m trying to say is…”

“So this is a love confession, right?”

“Um…”

“Okay, let me stop you there.” Y/n starts, standing up to his feet. “You like me, and I just so happen to not hate you, so I think we have a deal.”

“A deal?”

“Yeah, we can be the next Nick and Charlie but better looking.”

“That one guy is cute.” Miles points out.

“Is he?” Miles nods at Y/n’s question. “Mm, okay.”

“So what now?” Miles asks. “Am I your boyfriend?”

“Perhaps…”

“Perhaps?”

“Nah, I’m just kidding. You can be my Soulja Bae.”

“I hate it here.”

Y/n chuckles and takes another hit from his smarties. “Anything else?”

“Yeah, two things.”

“You’re Spider-Man.”

“You knew?”

“You’re not as discreet as you think you are.” Y/n shrugs, standing up and dusting his pants off, then reaching a hand out to Miles. “Let’s go get some drinks, yeah?”

Miles smiled and took Y/n’s outstretched hand. “Yeah.”

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Mammon + Servant Reader (Male)

✘Posted: 11/5/2023

✘Story Contains: Male reader, Assassin reader, Servant reader, Clingy Mammon, Injuries, Someone fucking dies, Bunny, and Mammon tending to Reader.

✘Word Count: None, I'm to lazy to open google doc @tumblr please add a wordcount on here ya freaking cunts.

✘Author's Note: I said I was going to feed my male readers so since I'm still in pain from my cramps I decided I'm going to lay in bed, watch Stardew Valley videos, while I write this. Just in case my username never gave it away. I'm female in real so I used to always write for female readers found it easier. But I'm older in life and grown in writing, so I've been learning to cater to my male readers. So if you are a male reader, never be scared to send me request for any helluva characters or matchups. I will do my best to cater to all my readers. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✘Summary: {Name} the butler and assassin of Mammon, someone who takes their job serious letting no harm come to Mammon or his home. But what happens when a obsessed stalker who wants Mammon tries to do anything to be with Mammon which leads to {Name} getting hurt.

" Here, you go sir, breakfast just the way you like it. " {Name} said, as he set the plate down in front of his master Mammon. The plate held strawberry pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage, and hash browns. Everything looked delicious. Mammon's mouth was watering as he pushed aside the paperwork he was doing just so he could eat. " Thanks looks good remind me to tell the cook that he should get a vacation day. " Mammon said already diving into eating. {Name} nodded and turned around writing in his notepad while Mammon ate. As {Name} was turned around. Mammon watched them while he ate. He wasn't sure how {Name} did it, being a servant and an assassin. Mammon remembered when he first hired him. The skills they had for wiping away any dust or getting away of germs with a sniper rifle. Seeing how {Name} could easily kill someone with one shot and no hesitate, scared Mammon but he knew that he shouldn't worry because {Name} worked for him. And Mammon paid {Name} far more than anyone but he was curious about {Name's} life, they rarely spoke about their personal life, actually Mammon knew nothing of {Name}. Mammon finished his breakfast and wipes his mouth. " So {Name} do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? " Mammon asked. {Name} chuckled and turned around as their {e/c} looked at Mammon, he could have swore that {Name's} eyes glowed as they titled their head and smiled.

" No sir, I don't have a partner, I don't think I really need one. With being an assassin it's a pretty dangerous job. Someone could use my partner against me. I could always get my partner back but the trauma my partner would endure, I can't do that to them. Why do you ask? " {Name} stepped forward and picked up the plate. " I just wanted to know about the people who work for me. " Mammon stared at {Name}. That was interesting to here, so {Name} is single, do they have a family? Should Mammon ask? Yes definitely he should ask, he wanted to know more about {Name} and this conversation was nice. " Do you have any family? " Mammon asked. {Name} set the empty mug that once held coffee onto the plate. " I did, they are still alive but I don't talk with them. They don't agree with my lifestyle, they wanted to control my life every since I was born. They always documented my life for social media and vlogging. They controlled who I was friends with, forced dating partners onto me, and wanted me to be a doctor. I ran away at the age of eighteen, of course they tried to find me. But I never let them; I'm happy with the life I have here with you sir. " {Name} smiled and bowed walking out of the door.

Mammon sat there speechless and disgusted upon hearing about your family. Who documents their whole child's life to put on social media for views, clicks, and life. Just trying to control and mold your child into something you want is pure evil. This made Mammon reflect on his certain actions. He also thought about the last part {Name} said before walking out. They are happy here with them. Mammon's face became warm as ge crossed his arms and leaned back. {Name} was caring and such a lovely person. But could put a bullet into someone without a second thought. But that is what Mammon found fascinating about {Name}, he was pretty sure if he told them to go kill Fizzarolli, he would. But Mammon didn't want to deal with Asmodeus and possibly loose {Name} because you know the saying an eye for an eye. So he would let Asmodeus and Fizzarolli be for the time being. Mammon heard a large crash, he jumped shaking from his thoughts. He stood up and opened the door to see {Name} pin to the floor. A demonic looking bunny demon on top of {Name} holding a knife. " {Name}! " Mammon yelled out. {Name} and the bunny demon looked up at Mammon. {Name} looked beat up. A bloody nose and busted lip. " Sir, please stay back they have one of those angelic weapons! . " {Name} yelled. But with one punch they were knocked out. The bunny demon stood. Their fur was black with red steaks. They were wearing a white crop top and baggy ripped jeans. " Mammon, I've always wanted to meet you and finally I am! " The bunny had a crazy look in their eyes, a look that made Mammon himself scared and stepped back.

" I've always been your biggest fan. I know everything about you and collect everything you throw away! Like that one time when you went Beelzebub's restaurant and threw away a chicken bone, I kept it or when of the dollar signs fell off your hat and you didn't notice, I'm sorry I should have given it back; I kept it! I always watch your commercials and only go to your banks. Anything you put out, I buy. " The bunny was talking hysterically. Mammon's face held a nervous smile. " T-That's good, but you shouldn't really be here. " Mammon was hoping you would wake up to take care of this creep. " I know I shouldn't! But I couldn't help it especially after what happened at the clown off, what that shitty clown did to you was horrible, and I came to prove that you should hire me! You can make me the new face, I'll do anything and don't care how you use me! " The bunny grabbed Mammon's hand. Their grip was strong which scared Mammon. " I-I'm actually not looking for any new talent right now. " Mammon tried to pull away. Only for the bunny person to hold on tighter. " But you haven't seen my act, I even have an outfit I'm working on that's modeled after you so we can match, l-let me show you a photo. " The bunny person reached for their phone. " He said he isn't looking for any new talents! " {Name} used all the force in their body to knock the bunny person onto the table sending them crashing as the glass vase broke underneath them.

{Name} was breathing heavily as the bunny person groans. " Sir, are you okay? " {Name} asked. But they looked more beat up then Mammon. The greed lord shook his head. " Forget about me, are you okay mate? You look like you took quite the beating. " Mammon stepped towards {Name}. " I've been through worst. " {Name} laughed. Mammon cupped {Name's} face and looked at them. " Doesn't matter if you been through worst... I want to make sure that you are okay... " Mammon frowned. As {Name} stood there blushing. The bunny groaned and opened their eyes to see this display of affection this made their blood boil. The bunny picked up a shard of glass from the broken vase. " He's mine! " The bunny jumped on {Name} stabbing them in the side multiple times. {Name} screamed and slammed the bunny into the wall, knocking them off. {Name} looked at their tore suit on the side. The bunny was quick to slice across {Name's} chest. Before kicking them down the stairs. With a tumble and hitting the ground. {Name} laid there looking lifeless, Mammon believed that they were lifeless that his sweet assassin was gone. The bunny turned around and smiled. " I'm sorry that they interrupted us, you have to remind me to fire them when you and me get married. Which reminds me, let me show you the names of our 20 children! " The bunny was going to reach for their phone. But in a puff of green air Mammon had entered his larger demonic form.

" fire them!?, marriage!?, kids!? I don't even fucking know you or love you! " Mammon screamed in the bunny's face. " N-Now, don't say that. We deserve to be together. " The bunny said backing up. " No, we don't you killed the one person I love and now I'm going to make sure you will make me a lot of money like you wanted. " With a large grin Mammon raised his hand and flicked the bunny into a wall upon impact their back and legs were broken as they fell to the floor unconscious. Mammon changed back to his much smaller form and ran downstairs to {Name}, upon closer inspection. Mammon could see that they were alive and immediately had {Name} rushed to the hospital, where they had to have surgery and get some stitches. {Name's} eyes fluttered open and found themselves in the hospital bed. The TV was playing some dramatic soap opera. Mammon was sitted next to {Name}, Mammon was asleep in the chair. But his eyes opened when he saw {Name} looking at him, Mammon smiled. " Hey, mate are you feeling okay? " Mammon placed his hand against {Name's} nodded their head tiredly. " Yes, what happened to that crazy fucker? " {Name} asked with a sigh. " I'm sorry I failed you... " {Name} tears up.

" Hey, you didn't fell me. You did everything you could to protect me and don't worry about that nut job, I took care of them. Now I'm here for you because I care about you.... Could say I have feelings for ya. " Mammon gently squeezed {Name's} hand as they blushed. " I appreciate that sir, thank you for everything... " {Name} smiled softly. The rest of the evening. Mammon kept {Name} company. Telling jokes, getting them better food because hospital food is gross, and making sure the doctors checked on them. Once {Name} fell asleep. Mammon kissed their cheek before leaving when arriving home. One of the servants lead Mammon downstairs. Mammon put on some gloves and a coat. The bunny was tied to the table with a cloth tied around their mouth, markings on their bunny of where to cut. " Alright, ready to make me a lot of money~ " Mammon grinned and walked towards the bunny who's muffled screams would not be heard. These organs would sell for a lot and Mammon planned to take you on a very expensive vacation after getting out of the hospital.

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lxdymoon0357 · 1 year

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Can I get a yandere Lohan with noble fem reader. Tq

(not what I had in mind, but still like it! Also, nothing that I could make for him with a noble....)

Lohan X Noble! Reader

✥ Lohan dating a noble is not too far fetched, but it is harder for you to accept his proposal as compared to if you were a commoner. Commoners will do anything to rise up to fame and if the emperor himself asks for a marriage proposal who would refuse? But as a noble, you could accept it, even if you would be known as a bit of 'stuck up' .

✥ But it's fine, Lohan would still somehow get your family to accept his proposal or if you want to go to the lovers route, he would probably meet you in one of his banquets and sooner or later he ends up courting you, nobody really knows of your relationship because Lohan has connections.

✥ Either way, he would slowly and slowly get more possessive and would refuse to let you out of your own room or out of his sight, it would become a problem as you wouldn't be able to fight because his manipulation skills keep you form doing so....

✥ He keeps you locked up in one room for your protection and he visits you every one hour to see how you're doing, in between work, meals or meetings, during those times, he will show you affection you need, kisses, gifts, smiles, jokes or hugs

✥ Oh speaking of spending time, he eats meals only with you, no one else! Eating with someone else makes him lose his appetite and he feels like throwing up, he can't help it and even if he does try to eat and doesn't feel anything for some time, but after they leave he gets all sick and has to take rest of the day off....

✥ Oh, he brings you jewellery from all over the capital or the entire empire, he enjoys decorating you like a doll, no matter what you say! Oh, one thing, he loves to buy hair jewellries or hair accessories to decorate your hair, because he finds someone's hair playing a huge role in their personality!

✥ Also, whenever you wish to do some different type of hairstyle, he has the best hairstylists ready to do anything you want! He would love to see you rock any type of hair, long hair, braids, short hair, wolf cut, bangs, curls, straight or wavy, doesn't matter, he finds you beautiful no matter what!

✥ By hair, I don't only mean ladies, NO NO NO! I mean men as well, he would love to see you have beautiful curls, waves or maybe shoulder length hair or maybe wolf cuts or maybe something matching his hair!

✥ He would love to sea you wear his clothes, they might either look big on you or maybe fit just right depending on your body type, he also finds matching clothes with him, so you both wear matching clothes, like him and his husband/wife/spouse wearing beautiful dresses and similar jewellries while they end banquets, parties or meetings!

✥ He teaches you how to make resin art, I think he knows how to make some resin art, because maybe Croa Empire has like this tradition for couples to make some resin art together? I don't know, but I headcanon this a lot, so why not?

✥ By resin art, don't only mean like some beautiful frame, no jewellery, daggers, clips, utensils, book marks, portraits, buttons, boxes, coasters, spoons, bowls, etc. And maybe, just maybe you enjoy making it with him!

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ashersanity · 3 months

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— “I’m back, dear. It must’ve been so lonely without me.. Doggy deserves a treat for that, yeah?”

-> content warning! dub-con, pet play, mind-break, kidnapping? top m creep! reader x puppy boy character.

Christ, the familiar hum of your voice drawing closer once more, creaking footsteps steadily approaching as you make your way down the wooden stairs. How long has it been since he’s been in here anyway? Days? Weeks, maybe? Couldn’t even fucking tell with how excruciatingly long the hours ticked by, especially with the routine you had set in place, conditioning him to perk up at the slightest hint of your presence. Like a damn dog dutifully waiting for its owner’s return.

Well, to say your plan had worked to say the least, beautifully so.

Those eyes of his, normally defiant, now attentively peering up at you as you unlocked the cage, temporarily freeing him from his confines. At last, he gets a bit of space to move around in, right? Fuck no. He knows what time it is, knows exactly what awaits him once he tentatively crawls out of his enclosure, face met with your throbbing hard-on straining against the front of your jeans. The fabric dampened by pre-cum, glinting in the dim lighting. Shit, he knows by then. Click of your belt hastily being unbuckled, zipper haphazardly undone as you slip your waistband past your hips with practiced ease, freeing your weeping cock from its constricting confines. Dick lightly smacking against the soft of your stomach, hating the way saliva pools in his mouth at the lewd sight of your bare cock, itching to drag the flat of his tongue along the base, up until the flushed tip.

— “Roll over for me, puppy. Now be a good boy, will you?”

Gently tugging on the leash attached to his leathered collar, you gave him a once over, grinning at his own arousal visibly growing at the nickname.

No, instead, it seems he’s receiving a different kind of reward today. A huffed pant leaving his lips as he lazily rolls over onto his back, legs willingly spread apart for your eyes only, to openly leer at. What a good fucking pet you have raised, presenting himself like a needy whore in heat, begging to be bred full of your fat cock and cum. Not one to deny your mutt of a well-earned treat, right?

— “Good pup. Going to breed your dumb puppy hole full, alright?”

Leaning over his frame, you rhythmically papped the tip of your cockhead against his slicked, wet hole, groaning out a low curse beneath your breath as you shoved the entirety of your length inside, stuffing him full. Watching his adorable expression morphing into one of blissful pleasure, tongue left lolling out of his mouth that you hungrily press your lips against, sucking on the pink, little thing. Nothing was better than this — Shit, nothing could beat the addictive feel of having your cock snugly warmed by his tight heat, the squelch of his sloppy hole ruthlessly getting fucked by you, only you.

— “Hah — Fuck, you feel so good and warm.. So, so good.. Such a good puppy.”

Couldn’t even do anything, only able to babble helplessly with every slam of your hips meeting his own, grip tightening around the tender flesh, promising to leave fresh marks behind the already tainted skin. Stomach tightening, heat building up in the depths of his guts, it’s unavoidable really. Just a human response to react this way, right? But fuck, he can’t even control himself as you swallow him whole, fucking him for all he’s worth.

— “Good boy. Shit.. — My good boy.”

And, embarrassingly so, it’s enough to have him cumming pathetically all over himself — White strings of cum spurting out of his bobbing, leaking dick between his thighs, splattering across his belly. Even as you do the same, fucking your seed into his velvety insides and staining it white, his legs lock around your waist, unwilling to let go.

— “D-Don’t.. stop, please.” He pleads with a whine, despite himself, despite knowing better than to ask for more. As you halt in your movements, gazing over his bent form, utterly ruined by you, you smirk.

— “Can’t deny my puppy of his needs, hm? I’ll give you what you want then. Just be a good boy and take it.” You coo, lovingly planting a gentle kiss atop his head before your hips snap, smacking against his reddened, sore ass again and drawing another strangled whimper from him.

Fuck. You’re going to be the death of him.

whitney, suguru geto?, ryomen sukuna?, gojo satoru?, xiao?, scaramouche?, diluc ragnivindr?, reo mikage?, micheal kaiser?, yoichi isagi?, your favorites. fucking forgot again.

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ambrosiagoldfish · 2 months

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I loved your Adam x 3rd spouse piece! I think you really captured his personality! I also just really like you're writing style! You did an qmzyjob and I think you'll continue make amazing pieces like this? Have a wonderful day or night and continue to rest if you can! 🥰🥰🥰

Benefit of the doubt Pt.3

Adam x 3rd Spouse! Reader

Viewer discretion is advised

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angsty, General Adam TW’s, Reader HIGHKEY has a complex about being loved, Reader finally talks about their issues, Lucifer and Lilith scout for new kissing partner but fails miserably/hj, Lilith will probably be OOC in the future (once Season 2 comes), Adam has abandonment issues, Adam is a puppy in private but a bitch in public, And the couch returns once again (why do all the sad things happen on this couch), This is set way before the show, and Gn! Reader! (Annnnnd We popped the Y/n cherry! It’s used only once tho)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Request box: Open

Word count: 3664

A/N: Hi!!! Thanks so much! I’m using your request as the ask for part 3 so I hope that’s ok! You all were so nice with all the love for part 1 and 2 😭😭🫶🫶 this part is also pretty long but I just couldn’t stop writing it. I wanted to do 1 more part set in the past before we jump to the angst that is the show. So I guess you could call this the penultimate part! A lot of people wanted to see Lucifer hit on Reader and try to do what he did with Lilith and Eve but with Reader. And I had quite a hard time coming up with a reason that could occur in the past but I think I figured it out.

Since Luci and Lilith would still be together at this time I’ve decided to add Lilith in as well for POLY GOALS. Also they may seem malicious but I genuinely don’t think they are (they just find Reader hot LBH) 😭😭 Also I added a few more people to the tag list!

Tags: @tired-of-life-86 @nervoussystemss @qopia @lovelyemily

It’s been a while since Adam first moved into your newly shared home. You weren’t sure exactly how long, it was hard to keep track of time in heaven. Days seemed to blur together. It made sense to you at least, it is heaven after.

After Adam moved in, your life was filled with so many new things to experience with him, and the same was true for him. While he may seem a bit brutish, (and at times he can be) he loved the new things you showed him, the new feelings you showed him.

You were so kind, so thoughtful and so, so patient with him. You never forced him to do something he didn’t want to do but you would still push him to explore new things, even managing to convince him to be a part of heaven's official duties. That’s why, at times like these, you knew exactly what to do.

The sound of Adam slamming the front door as he entered the house made you jump. Even from a few feet away, you could hear him mumbling curses about something as he plopped himself down on the couch. You followed quickly behind, gently laying next to him

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You try to keep your voice light and soothing. Looking at him it was obvious that something was bothering him. The gold feathers of his wings were unkempt from them flaring up, his halo was slightly crooked and his LED mask showed an almost snarled expression.

Your hand slowly caressed his wings, moving the out of place feathers back to normal. But no matter how hard you tried they would stick back out.

“It’s nothing, just some lame shitty meeting I have to go to tomorrow” he crosses his arms and looks away from you.

“Hmm? Something tells me there’s more to it than that, right?” You snuggle into his belly, rubbing it softly .

His mask pouts “Dammit’ bitch, how do you always see through me, huh?” He sighs defeatedly before continuing “You know how more people are starting to kick the bucket or whatever? Well, heaven’s worried about the surplus of sinners so they're having the aforementioned shitty meeting to come to a solution and…”

He pauses

“And?” You look at him anticipatingly

“And… He’ll be there.” Oh… So that's why he’s upset. “They’re having the meeting in their brand new “heaven embassy” down in hell.” His voice mocks

“Oh, I’m so sorry Adam, Have you tried asking Sera if you can sit this one out?”

Adam groans, putting his face in his hands “Yeah like forty fucking times but she keeps saying that it’s my “heavenly duty” and she won’t let me.”

You bring your arms around Adam’s neck pulling him in towards you. You weren’t sure what to do if you were being honest. There’s nothing you can do really, if even Sera won’t let him miss it. Hmm…

“Adam, I know it’s gonna suck but if you can’t get out of it, then that’s that.” Adam looks at you a little confused “but I can go with you, I’m sure Sera wouldn’t mind an extra pair of hands in the discussion.”

“What! Hell no!” He shouted as he sat up from the couch, shaking his head defiantly.

You look at him confused, “Why?”

“That’ll only make the whole thing fucking worse! If it’s just me, I don’t have to worry that he’ll get anywhere near you!” Adam’s mask turns into a slight grimace as he attempts to keep his eyes off you.

You make your way to him, the sound of your footsteps falling off as you stop in front of him. You grab his hand as the other one moves up to his face, cupping it.

“Adam…” you rubbed circles on his hand as you continued “We’re partners. You haven’t forgotten my promise right?” You play with the golden ring on his finger.

Adam groans “No, I haven’t… sigh Shit- Fine! But… just stay by me, alright?” Your face lights up before your arms wrap around his shoulders joining you both in an embrace

“Of course,” you rub his wings gently before you grasp his hands in yours, leading him by them. “Come on, you must be tired right? It’s getting late. Couch or bed?”

“Couch. I’m way not in the mood to make a bed right now.” You laugh at his comment as you pull him to lay on the couch with you. His soft, warm body pushes up against you as you both slowly drift off to sleep for the day ahead.

A not-too familiar sight laid before you, the pearly gates of heaven, guarded by the one and only Saint Peter. There was no real reason for you to ever come here. You never had the chance to die, which is when most, if not all Winners see it for the first time. No one’s allowed to leave heaven unless given permission by a higher up and on top of all that, you weren’t really that enticed to leave the oh-so perfect afterlife, so there had never been a reason to see these golden gates.

But now, here you were standing behind them with some other angels. You didn’t know most of them, the only ones you recognized were Sera and Adam. As expected, it was pretty easy to convince Sera to let Adam take you along. They even prepared an extra wide seat for both of you to share. How generous!

Ever since you woke up this morning, Adam had been… Nervous? Scared? The right word doesn’t really matter but he’s been sweating buckets and was clearly more agitated than normal. His feathers were once again unkempt and you tried your best to keep them in order but he always seemed to get them messy.

Eventually, right on schedule, a flaming portal opened in front of the group. Sera was the first to enter, then followed by the others. Finally it was just you and Adam but as you take a step towards the portal, Adam stops you

“What is it?” You look up at him.

“Just… stay by me, ok?” Adam’s voiced was softer than normal, a way he only did when you two were alone

Nodding your head with a smile, your hand comes down and interlocks his. One of his bright golden wings veils itself around you, bringing you closer to him. You snuggle into him slightly before you both step into the portal.

You didn’t know what to expect when you stepped through the portal but a sight that was almost like home awaited you. The familiar gold that heaven was so fond of was everywhere in the building, accents of white and orange were also present. All and all, it was a familiar sight in a not-so familiar place.

But there was definitely something that wasn’t familiar in that place. Sitting in a chair at the end of the room was him, Lucifer Morningstar. The aura he had definitely made him seem angelic but there was clearly something about him that separated himself from divinity. Though you do have to admit that he was much shorter than you anticipated.

There was something that surprised you however, to his left sat a tall woman with long blond hair and horns. It took you a second to put 2&2 together but when you heard Adam mutter “Shit…” you knew immediately it was Lilith. And from Adam’s reaction even he wasn’t expecting her to be there.

You squeeze his hand gently as comfort, giving him a smile before you both walk to your seat. Your body is pushed closer to him as his wing wraps tighter around you. Looks like there’s no calming him down.

Finally the meeting starts, Sera begins by explaining the issue of the fast growing population in hell, leading to groups trying to form uprisings against heaven. To be honest you didn’t really understand it too well, just a lot of business-y sounding words that weren't really your forte. So you just stayed quiet.

From what you could tell, the meeting was going… well? They haven’t been able to agree on a proper decision even with Sera leading the conversation. Adam though, was being eerily quiet. You don't even think he’s said a word since you both got there. Sera seemed to notice this.

“Adam, want to share any ideas?” Sera spoke in an encouraging tone slightly gesturing to him. This seemed to catch Lucifer and Lilith’s attention. Maybe they didn’t recognize Adam because of the mask?

Adam was caught off guard but still talked “Oh uh… Man, I don’t know, can’t we just fucking kill them?” Both you and Sera looked over in surprise, “What? That would solve the problem wouldn't it? “ He shrugged

Sera sighed “Ok, how about we take a short recess to clear our minds to let in new ideas. We’ll resume the meeting in 30 minutes”

With that, everyone went their separate ways for the time being, you and Adam were the first to leave the board room, he practically was pulling you along and you could tell he wanted out of there. You both ended up in the lobby, neither of you saying a word.

The silence was so very loud. The only sound was yours and Adam’s breathing. Adam’s hand was still firmly tied to yours, not even the slightest hint of letting go. You rubbed your thumb in circles over his hand when a voice echoed through the air

“Adam, may I have a word?” Sera’s voice echoed lightly through the lobby. She gestured to a door next to her. You both made your way over to her and was about to go in when Sera put her hand in front of Adam stopping him

“What the hell Sera?!”

“Alone, please.”

Adam’s LED eyes widened his mouth slightly agape. He looked down with a scowl before turning his face to you. Your free hand going up to his mask, caressing it.

“Go talk with Sera,”

“But-“

“Shh, I’ll be fine,” You give him a kiss on the cheek, the cold of the metallic mask reaching your lips, “I’ll just be in the lobby, I won’t go anywhere till you get back. Ok?” Adam didn’t look at you, clearly avoiding eye contact, you grab his chin lightly and gently turn him to look at you,

“Ok?”

Adam’s mouth formed a frown and he groaned “Fuck- fine, ok…” You gave him a smile as Sera walked into the room, you felt his grip loosen and loosen, until finally his soft hand left yours as he walked into the room. He gave one final look back before closing the room's door.

Silence filled the air once again. It wasn’t like it was with Adam, that comfortable silence that you shared ever so often. This one laid in the air, thick and heavy, threatening to suffocate you at any given moment. You sat on one of the many yellow and white sofas in the lobby.

You tried your best to ignore it. Paying attention to less important details about the scenery around you. The weird zigzagging pattern of the carpet of the floor, the intricate designs on the doors, the huge windows. Heaven sure had a unique taste in interior design.

You tried so hard to ignore the silence that you eventually ignored the sound that broke said silence. Footsteps began echoing through the lobby approaching you. You didn’t realize someone was next to you until you heard a voice say.

“Ahem Hello!” A male voice startled you as it chimed in with a sickening sweet tone. You look towards the direction of the voice only to be greeted by the king of hell himself, Lucifer. You jumped back to the other side of the sofa in shock.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to scare ya.” He chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m Lucifer, But judging on your reaction, I guess you already knew that. I’ve never seen you before so you must be relatively new, right?”

You nodded your head sheepishly to answer his question. You honestly didn’t know what else to do, what could you do? You slowly picked yourself up from the sofa.

“I’m sorry but I have to go-“ you turn to leave only to bump into a tall woman. You must have been so surprised by Lucifer that you completely missed Lilith coming up behind you.

“But we haven’t even learned your name yet, Dear.” The woman’s voice sounded both somber but also welcoming, it was quite frightening how much it could calm your nerves if you kept listening to it. “How about we talk? No harm in it, right?”

“That’s a wonderful idea, Darling!” Lucifer came up from behind you, a sharp smile on his face. “Come on, sit and chat!”

Crap… they had you cornered. You had no telling what they’d do if you set them off, you wanted the meeting to go as smoothly as possible, for Adam. A few minutes to indulge them. that’s it.

You bit your lip but sighed “Ok… but just a few minutes”

“Great!” Lilith took your shoulders moving you to sit down beside her as Lucifer sat on the other side, sandwiching you between them. “So, I’ll ask again, what’s your name?”

You hesitated for a moment but decided it was better to get the conversation over with as quickly as possible.

“Y/n”

“That’s a very beautiful name,” Lucifer spoke, his tone trying to make him sound almost charming, almost. “So, if you don’t mind us asking, who are you to… Adam?” He gestured over to the door Sera and Adam went through earlier.

“I’m his spouse.” This time you answered with complete confidence, not even a shred of hesitation in your voice.

“Ah!” Lucifer nodded his head in understanding. “How’s that going?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I for one know how much of a hassle that man-child is,” Lilith laughs, covering her mouth slightly “I asked around, is it true he hasn’t taken that ridiculous mask off since he got it, hmm? Has he even shown you his real face yet?”

“No but-“

“He can be so… tiresome at times, don’t you agree?”

“No. I don’t. Adam is the best thing to ever happen to me-“

“Exactly.” Lucifer interrupted you as your eyes furrowed “You don’t have anything else to compare it to. Of course you’d see trash like the “first man” as the best thing ever.”

Trash. That word really set you off, at least it would have, if it wasn’t for the next sentence .

“But hey! It’s fine! Eve was the same way! You too are honestly very alike, let me tell you-“

Thousands upon thousands of thin threads binding you up. That’s what this conversation felt like. Each annoyance was just a new thread getting tighter and tighter as they were pulled taut, threatening to simply slice through your body, your soul. But they didn’t, instead they kept stretching past their limits until finally those words came.

Like… Eve. It felt like each of those tightly pulled threads were all cut at once with those words. Any and all tension suddenly seemed to disappear. A strange sensation of losing any care about your situation.

You know what? To hell with the meeting! You quickly stood up from the sofa causing them both to jump slightly. You turned toward them, your voice was louder than you thought was possible for you. You weren’t sure what had gotten into you but you felt so… Angry.

“I am nothing like Eve. And I’m especially nothing like either of you.” You had enough, it was untelling what would happen if you stayed. You started walking toward the room Adam was in when Lucifer grabbed your arm

“Wait! That’s not what I meant-“

“Don’t touch me, snake” you stared daggers at him before quickly grabbing his hand and shoving it off.

“We’re sorry if we upset you Dear, but that’s no way to talk to someone” Lilith walks up to you, putting an arm in front of Lucifer in a protective stance.

You walk up to the tall woman, she was at least two heads taller than you but still, you barred your teeth before speaking “Oh! You really think I care about what the first whore thinks of me, Huh?” Your voice dripped with poison from every word.

Even Lilith seemed caught off guard by your sudden change in demeanor as her face turned into a scowl. Red horns protruded through Lucifer’s head, his eyes turning red with anger. You turn your attention back to him.

“What are you gonna do?” Lucifer’s gaze slightly softened with hesitation “Exactly, nothing. Less’ you want to dig yourself deeper into this cyst pool you’ve created for yourself and end up on even worse terms with heaven.”

Without even sparing them a glance, you try to make it to the room, only to be greeted by Adam and Sera standing by the door. How long were they standing there? You must have not heard them over your screaming..

“What the fuck are you assholes doing to them? ” You rush over and grab him by the hand, the action startling him “Babe, what happened-“

“Nothing. Sera. Open a portal back home.”

“But-“

“Sera!” Your voice was gritty and rough “open a portal. Now... Please…” your voice cracked at the end

Sera had never seen you show so much anger before, but here you were, your entire gaze filled with nothing but pure unadulterated wrath.Threatening to burn anyone who got in your way. Whatever happened clearly set you off like nothing else before.

Sera nods her head “Understood”

“Thank you…”

A familiar flaming portal opened up, you quickly made your way through it with Adam following suit. The portal ended up right inside your home, closing as you both were fully through. You honestly didn’t know where you were going but eventually your body couldn’t go any further than the couch

Feeling the soft couch beneath you made your aching muscles feel like they were melting away, and only then did you realize that you were crying.

Adam crawled next to you, hugging close to you. “What the happened out there, Babe?”

You felt your body slowly break down, as more tears left you then you had cried your entire existence. Adam hugged you tighter, his wings coming over you like a blanket.

“H-How much did you see?” Your voice was shaky as you sniffed slightly.

“Not a lot, just some shit towards the end,what did those bastards say to you?”

You cleared your throat slightly. “I only talked to them because I didn’t want them to get upset and ruin the meeting and make your day even worse than it already was”

Adam’s LED mask shifted into a small sad frown “Sweetheart, you never have to talk to any motherfuckers you don’t want to, let alone for me. “

You smile but look away “it wasn’t… it wasn’t…” you tried to get the words out but couldn’t. You took a deep breath before trying one more time,”It wasn’t the only thing that set me off.” Adam looks at you curious

“They said that I reminded them of… Eve, and it just made me so… angry. I was created for you, to love you-“ your tears start swelling back up as you spoke “I want to be so much better than Eve, than Lilith for you. And then she pointed out how I’ve never seen Your face, which I’ve always been fine with, but at that moment, I started to think ‘what if they’re right?’ What if the reason you don’t want me to see you is because I also remind you of Eve”

You choked back tears “So to be compared to her when I’ve tried so hard… if I’m not better than her for you, then what is even the point of me! I was created to make you happy, if I can’t do that better than someone who hurt you so bad then I’m just useless-“

Soft lips met yours, cutting you off. This felt different than what you normally got on the cheek. It was warm compared to the cold metallic feel you’ve felt previously. Your eyes opened slightly looking at Adam’s LED mask… or what you thought was going to be a mask. He had pulled his mask off while you were crying.

You pulled back from the kiss “Adam your mask!” Adam just kisses back again

“That fucking thing doesn’t matter right now.” He paused “You're not useless and will never be useless to me. Fuck- I love you because I love you! Not because you were created for me or some stupid shit like that! You make me so fucking happy. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you were just some object that was made to make me feel better, because you aren’t.”

“Adam…” to think tears could roll down your face this harder than before “I love you so much Adam” you cry into his soft chest.

Adam kisses you again “I love you too Sweetcheeks.” Adam paused before clearing his throat “So umm… how do I look? I hope I didn't disappoint you…”

You look up at his newly unveiled face, just as you had been told, short brown hair, golden eyes, and a little bit of stubble on his chin. By all accounts, he was completely ordinary. So ordinarily perfect.

“Perfect. So so perfect. What’d I do to end up with such a handsome husband, hmm?”

“Oh stop, now you’re just being fucking cheesy” he laughs, he would never admit it but his eyes were a little watery just from hearing you say that.

“It’s true though” you lean in and wrap your arms around him, killing you both with a deep kiss.

Truly ordinary. You couldn’t be happier

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mistervoxismyhusband · 6 days

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Party like a Rockstar

an upcoming Vox x Male!Rockstar!Reader series

-> Vox is tiredly but urgently searching for a new guest to interview on the next episode of his talk show, “Vox 2 Nite”, after his business partner drags him to a concert, featuring the best band on their side of the Pentagram, Vox finds his interviewee, none other than the lead singer, but the pair only leave that interview with more questions…

Table of Contents:

Chapter 0 - Prologue: Party like a Rockstar

Chapter 1: Party like a Rockstar

Chapter 2: Party like a Rockstar

Chapter 3: Party like a Rockstar

Chapter 4: Party like a Rockstar

Chapter 5: Party like a Rockstar

Chapter 6: Party like a Rockstar

Chapter 7: Party like a Rockstar

Chapter 8: Party like a Rockstar

Chapter 9: Party like a Rockstar

Chapter 10: Party like a Rockstar

Other Tidbits:

WARNING! This series will include the following, I HIGHLY don’t recommend reading if the following make you feel triggered and/or at unease, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED: Sexual Themes, Profanity, Toxic Relationships, Abuse, Violence, Manipulation, Possible blood/gore (no images)

Taglist (Comment to join): @marxo5

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soapskies · 9 months

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SCARECROWS WITH A DYSPHORIC S/O 🎃💉

READER IS A TRANS MAN. SHORT HEADCANONS. MENTIONS OF NEEDLES AND DRUGS.

— BTAS

His understanding of fear and emotions makes him surprisingly good at dealing with these sorts of things.

Most chill about it

Would help with your testosterone shots if you’re afraid of needles

“It’s alright, dearest. Look away. This will be quick.”

Holds you close and calls you handsome 😫

Seeing you confident in yourself and your identity brings him unimaginable joy

— AUDIO ADVENTURES

Bro’s got stacks of drug money, would spoil you like he were your sugar daddy.

Would pay for anything you needed for your dysphoria, binders, HRT, surgeries, etc.

Offers you drugs to take the edge off (hopefully not his fear-induced ones, but you never know with this guy.)

Would let you top him if your into it 🫣

If anyone is transphobic towards you on purpose he will lose his marbles

— SALECROW

He’s all over you

Sorry, you WILL be cuddled and kissed all over.

He’ll avoid the places on your body that you’re dysphoric about though

He’ll give you the silliest, most lovey-dovey nicknames, like “my prince”.

“Mr. and Mr. Crane, Mr. and Mr. Crane…”

Bro is so in love with you

— ARKHAM ASYLUM

This man… so silly.

Would probably try to take your mind off of it by showing you his completely legal and safe experiments. Yeah. 😃

Why don’t you help your beloved out and hold down his next victim for him, hm?

Wants to be the one who performs your top and bottom surgeries, if you want them, cause he’s freaky like that.

Another clingy bastard

— NOLANVERSE

Reassures you that he doesn’t think you’re any less of a man no matter what others say

Will let you borrow his clothes/tailor them to fit you, if you’re into his style

As with most of the Scarecrow’s, he’s a fairly level-headed therapist, so he can definitely help you sort out any difficult feelings you’re having

He’ll always be there for you when it gets especially bad, bringing you your favorite food and anything else you ask for.

He won’t let anyone disrespect you, you’re not his boy toy you’re HIS MAN, thank you very much.

#scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x trans reader #ftm reader #character x male reader #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x male reader #x trans male reader #dysphoria headcanons #tw: dysphoria

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prettyrainsstuff · 6 months

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Osamu Dazai x Male reader.

(Warnings:Mentions of Suicide, Probable grammar mistakes, most likely ooc.)

I also made this at like 1 AM on a Friday night and Im really tired.

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“Y/N!~, Do you want to commit double suicide with me?~~”. Dazai said. You’ve been in the ADA for quite some time now and ever since you joined Dazai has been asking you the same question.

“Dazai!” Kunikida yelled. “Stop bothering Y/N! He has other things to do than that. And so do you too Dazai”. Dazai sighed dramatically. “Kunikidaaa..!Your no fun!” Dazai said whining before resting his head on the table staring at you.

You sighed and continued typing your report. Kunikida got up and informed you both that he had to go on an important mission and said Yosano and Ranpo would come back in the meantime.

So…That left you and Dazai…

Alone.

In the same room.

Together.

…

“Y/N..!~ Kunikida’s gone..!~ You know what that mea”- before he could say anything you cut him off. “Zip it Dazai.” You said trying to distract him from the blush fading on your face.

God why were you letting this man grow on you? He isn’t that attractive is he?!

“Y/N are you blushing?!” Dazai exclaimed. “Wh-What?! Where did you get that idea?!” You exclaimed. “I know you like me Y/N!~”

Say something back to him! Why couldn’t you say anything back? Your heart was beating rapidly and your face was heated.

You began to realize that Dazai had started to lean closer towards your face.

Oh my god.

Was this really happening?!

Before you could even think for a split second you felt his lips on yours.

You didn’t have any choice but to lean into the kiss.

You felt Dazai’s arms wrap around your torso, then your own around his neck.

Maybe Dazai wasn’t so bad after all..

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#bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs x reader #osamu dazai x reader #bsd x reader #male reader #character x male reader #bsd dazai #dazai x male reader #tumblr fanfic

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kuyurasu · 1 year

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Dearest Lost Lovers,

Sincerely Your Children

Genre ; Romance, Fantasy, Angst, Angst-with-a-happy-ending, Fluff, Smut

Note ; Y/n is a male. His personality may not align with yours but it's easier writing a lore story with Y/n having a full personality. He is also to have a pyro ability + be a descendant of a Phoenix. Y/n is referred to as Rhys in his past life but is the same person and has all his memories. The children are more mature than in reality due to the circumstances of wartime.

I will say this again; Y/n's personality may not align with yours. It is a rude, mean, and blunt personality.

Trope : 'I hate everyone but you.'

Timeline : Before Archon War, During Archon War, WAY After Archon War, but before Morax's 'Death.'

Warnings ; Fluff, Angst, Smut, Smut with Plot, Safe + Healthy (Non-Toxic) Yandere, Y/n Death + Reincarnation, Descriptions of gore + tons mentions of death.

Soft/Playful degradation, praise, body worship, slight religious themes but not too bad, foreplay, soft sex turned rough, desperate, teasing, playful, Y/n is a major simp basically, oral, breeding kink(?), and more prob. Use of Y/n.

Switch/Dom Reader, Top Male Reader.

WC : 13163

Characters : 73406

Read time : Approx. 88 min.

Pairings ; Zhongli/Morax x Seme-Hybrid!Y/n

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A story was told hundreds of years ago during wartime to soothe the cries of children.

Centuries later, those children remember the story and are more determined than ever to reunite the lost lovers.

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"Gather around children, I will tell you a tale lost long to time." The cloaked individual spoke. His deep and silky voice caused the many children to shush each other excitedly and sit on the ground.

The hiccups of tears of some still sounded, but by the promise of a way to escape, it quieted.

The dark, unknown man smiled gently at the endearing display of the youth. His sigh carried in the winds as he made sure the fire was still fighting, and the large blanket dropped perfectly on the children. "Now then… This will be a story you children will long to hear the next part and pray you never forget, for this is a tragic love story, to remind those who are lost, that it is not the end." He chuckled when he saw the apprehension of waiting.

A girl, no older than 6, called out, "Sir! What is this story about?" Her plump little red cheeks from the cold squished together, making her look more adorable.

The hidden man got comfortable once more, "This story is about two lovers. One forever too long-lasting, and one that can not stay. Are you ready, little ones?" He waited until he saw their adorable heads eagerly nodding before beginning his story.

"Long ago, there was a boy.

He was born in the grasses of Sumeru and was very cute, much like all of you," the children and him started laughing at his comment, "and was very happy.

His name was Rhys.

He drank from the clean streams, hunted his own food, and-"

"What happened to his mommy?" A lisping boy at around 5 years asked with a sad look in his eyes.

The cloaked man coughed a bit before smiling. "Well, little one, Rhys was much like you, burdened by having no one. But, much like you, he didn't let that hold him back." The children gave a look of pain at the memories of their loved ones leaving them. They were suddenly reminded of the sounds of war in the distance.

"But he had his forest anyways. He tended to it and grew to consider even the trees part of his family! He could even talk to them."

There was a collective spark in each of the little one's eyes, happy the boy wasn't too much like them. Cries of pain from an unknown God in the background were muffled by the cloaked man continuing.

"His mother made him from the softest feathers and a dying eternal flame…" He whispered, now hugging the boy, comforting both of them, and gesturing to the fire in front of them, for it too, was dying.

The 5-year-old gladly attached to the man's waist.

"The fire gave him a life that branched off to eternity, now that it had a reason to burn. The little boy learned how to string a bow, make his own arrows, use his gift of fire, and even become one with the forest he resides in. And you know what?" The children repeated the last word with starry eyes. "Rhys had beautiful wings. They were bigger than me!"

"Bigger than you?!" Said a different child, one of the youngest.

He chuckled.

"Yes, bigger than me, child. Rhys grew over time and lived longer than many mortals. Even the trees that grew were as old as he. He loved living in his forest and enjoyed each day to the fullest…"

The boy reached down, filling his hands with water from the creek and bringing it to his mouth. The sounds of crickets, buzzing, and chirping filled his ears. All he was accustomed to in the twelve years of living in the thick forest.

He quickly straightened at the sound of a twig snapping, though. His trained, bright eyes scanned his surroundings. He wasn't used to being the prey.

His wings spread out, forcing his body to be powerful and ready to fly. The boy felt no fear, knowing that this was the way of the wild.

Soon enough, a baby ocelot sprung from the bushes and began to nibble on the arm of the boy.

The stress and intimidation seeped from his bones and muscles. "You have much to learn," he laughed and began to pet and play with the animal. "What have you found now?" He mused, watching as the ocelot began to lead the boy away.

His wings fluttered around him, pulling into a careful coil behind his back to not stand in the way of many trees and other obstacles.

The ocelot skipped ahead, showing a scene that Rhys had never thought he'd see in his life. The grass was sunken and darkened colored, withered beyond recognition. The trees were making noises he'd never heard before, begging for help in a distorted way. Even the boy felt his body begin to wear down, a feeling deep in his chest that urged him to leave. It felt difficult to breathe and made him dizzy while inhaling anyway.

Rhys covered his mouth as he staggered towards the glowing red in his vision, something warning him to get rid of it. This thing was the one causing all of this and to protect… his for… forest…. He had…

To…

…

Ge…t, rid o…

…of it…

"And then, just like that… Rhys fainted under the pressure of the Withering." The cloaked man clapped his hands. "Now, little ones, let's get you to bed." There was a chorus of protests as the man led them back into the tent the children shared. "Now, now, don't worry. I'll be back."

"Please, Mr. M, can you pleaseee continue? We really aren't tired!" On cue, humorously, the girl yawned. The other children agreed, but the man was persistent in their rest, so he came up with an idea to keep their tears at bay and the pain in their hearts to disappear.

He smiled as he tucked them in the blankets, "Hm. I'll tell you what, little one, if you can stay awake… I guess, I can continue." He shrugged, making it seem like they had worn him down and won.

All the children agreed instantly, happy they convinced their temporary guardian.

The man adjusted his hood, keeping it hiding most of his face. "All right… We are in agreement. You children must stay awake to hear the story." He smiled, the only thing the children could see from the darkness of the fabric.

"Rhys had woken many months later, but nothing was the same ever again. He turned cold and bitter as if the withering had corrupted his mind instead of his body. Turns out, that guess wasn't far off."

The cloaked man kept the fire but shielded the eyes of the young from its brightness.

"Those who had saved him came weeks after he discovered the withering zone. Lying there, absorbing the darkness day and night. Once they cured the surrounding land, Rhys remained unconscious. The Mortals didn't know they had forgotten to kill one branch of the withering, forcing it to go into the boy's body. Nor did they know how to treat an immortal who had been sullied." A collective gasp surrounded the children in their slow-blinking eyes, making the man chuckle.

His body came in contact with the ground as he sat, beginning to pamper the closest kid near him, it turns out it was one of the quieter children, so he took extra care in making her comfortable and willing to not suppress the emotions that she took great care in hiding.

"The withering simply made a darkness form in him… Incurable. What was a bright, caring boy turned sour. He didn't care for the forest no longer and was incredibly lonely-"

The man stopped, seeing the now slumbering children in the tent. There were some, still fighting it off, but with a final last-ditch effort, they too felt their eyes become too heavy to handle. It was surprising both how long they lasted and how little he resumed to lull them to sleep. He stood before leaving. He had much to do in the war.

Many years after the corruption of darkness in Rhys, he became fully grown. He didn't talk to the animals or the trees, uncaring of what they had to say now. He needn't worry about the withering of his home because of the humans.

He felt as if he was so desperately longing for a friend, but a storm was inside him. Cursing and angry that talking to anything and anyone wasn't right, aggression coursing through his veins of self-isolation that he half bothered to tend to.

Even still, he couldn't be bothered with the longing in his chest as he gazed upon the man that held a spear to his throat.

Rhys eyes were fixated on the hidden man with a faux interest to try and mock and pretend to be normal. The God in front of him, though, wasn't convinced.

"Hybrid mortal, one has trespassed into the lands of Adeptus," his voice was stern and heavy, not to mention how guarded and professional it was. As if he was preparing for any reaction from the mysterious stranger.

Regardless of the beginnings of the war, Rex Lapis knew this… Being in front of him was no threat. The smell of anger and resentment was radiating off him, but none towards the God himself. The smell had soaked the winged man's very being. It was confusing and made Red Lapis ponder why this man was hiding such emotions as the smell had been resonating in this one's body for years.

Rhys sighed, eyes devoid of interest and positivity of any kind as he boredly looked around. "Is that where I am?" He mused lazily. "Caring for a thought, god?" The hybrid chuckled and shook his head. "I am Rhys of Sumeru. No mortal blood runs in my veins, worm. Don't insult me with pathetic lowness of mortality." The man glared with ice in his eyes, the spear doing nothing to push back the attitude.

If he had met the God under the pretense of before the withering, perhaps fear and respect would be present. Or perhaps pride in being considered a resilient creature such as a mortal.

The little girl, whose mother had died not even 3 weeks ago, gasped out. "Rhys would totally get defeated by Rex Lapis!"

Another child, a boy this time, turned to look at the other. A mixture of surprise, mock confusion, and disagreement on his face stared at her as if she grew 3 heads. "Are you kidding me? Nuh uh, Rhys would smash any God, right? He has wings!!!" He turned to his new friend with a smile, happy he agreed as well.

Thus began an entertaining debate of which of the higher beings would win, making the cloaked man laugh. "Now, children, what do you think the god said next?" He questioned, curious about what they thought.

"I think he's gonna get mad!" Other children agreed with the speaker.

"Oh? Why do you think that?" He smiled.

A hum of coyness was played by the kid, "wellll, I wouldn't like it if someone was that rude to me! My mama told me not to!" Cue puffed-out cheeks.

"Well, that's very true. One should not be disrespectful, but what this God did may surprise you, dear children. Now listen up…"

The God raised an eyebrow and withdrew his blade. He held it within Rhys' vicinity to not play games as he observed the man with a newfound purpose. "You are a cursed being, are you not?"

Rex Lapis could tell. Of course, he could. The cause may have been long gone from the man's body, but the effects were staining the reality of being. It was a curious infection to cause such death of personality to the point of no return, even turning what was to the complete opposite. It wasn't something to take lightly.

For once, since the two began this interaction, the winged man showed surprise and anguish. "You would be correct." He sighed.

Rex Lapis tilted his head, the hood still hiding the mass proportion of his face. "And what caused that, might I inquire?" The true intentions being hidden from the other, an inquiry though, wasn't what Rhys wanted. A mysterious being, in his business, wasn't on his agenda.

The familiar anger burned like a bright reborn flame as the question settled in his ears. Rhys didn't know this man. He didn't know what he wanted, nor what he would even do with that information. He was a trespasser, and someone who could pose a threat to both mortals and gods alike, this couldn't be amicable.

The darkness curled and snarled, perhaps hissing in the ear of the man. Reminding him of the reality that owns him.

"Why so friendly, God?" Rhys' eyes turned threateningly as he backed up a few paces and crossed his arms. "One has no business to discuss this with you. I will begone." The man forced his body to leave the area through the power of his wings. The feathers dripped onto the ground as they carried Rhys towards the way of the unknown.

Rhys couldn't help the wariness he felt towards anyone. The feeling of distance was both soothing and burdensome. An inescapable death of eternity. Perhaps that was what his creator had wanted for him, to be lost and cursed as he could only long for what he couldn't have. Even now, he wished his mind would allow him to care enough to make a friend, to turn around, and beg the God to allow friendship to form from the roots of rock. Even worship him just to get a fraction of love.

Perhaps that was what his creator meant to happen when casting him aside once the withering took hold of his bones and skin.

"Noooo… why did he leave? They were supposed to be friends!" Whined a girl, unfazed by the quite literally death encounter between the two in the story.

Between their harsh exchange, it was confusing as to why she formed the thought that they would become friends.

Her brother sighed dramatically, "Honestly, Rhys is a meanie. Why can't he just… I don't know! Ask for help? Can't the God get rid of the um… uhhh…."

"Curse?"

"Yes, the curse!" The children looked over for answers as the elder softly chuckled, a bit awkward but still liking the interest the kids displayed. Happy they weren't paying attention to the gruesome circumstances they were in.

He sighed with a smile, "Well, the Withering was hungry. It was so hungry to live that it decided to eat what was precious to Rhys. His happiness, love, and passion. His personality. It made it so deep that even with help, nothing would bring what he used to be back." The kids gave a sound of acknowledgment. "So, when there wasn't much happiness left, what was left?" He asked, raising his palms upwards to inquire about an answer.

"Sadness!"

He snapped his fingers, accidentally causing a mountain to crack in the distance, and pointed to the answer. "Yes! But also all the other negative emotions. Yet, unknowingly to Rhys, there was enough left. Just barely enough for only one other person. One friend. That one friend would be like a cure. An addiction. Someone that with a mere touch could bring forth good, and happy feelings back.

Now, my little travelers, when you get stressed and you just want to rest or eat, who would you go to?"

A boy raised his hand, and when urged to answer, he did, his voice soft and carrying to all the little one's hearts. "My dad..!" Many of the orphans nodded, still feeling the pang of pain from the memories of the screams of terror and tender moments of what they used to have. When life was simple.

"Yes, your parents. Or guardians. They tend to you and make sure you're comfortable. Safe. Well, Rhys didn't have that anymore-"

A timid girl copied the boy, raising her hand to interrupt the man.

"Yes?"

"W-Would… Wo…. Would that m-make you ou-our gua-guard-... guardi-.." The little girl had been birthed with the incapability to speak well like the other children, yet the man in front of her waited patiently, knowing to wait for her. As if he didn't have anything to do but wait for her to know the words, how to form them. So safe, it brought many of the children to tears. The thought of having someone for them even after the deaths of their family caused such depression.

The man stood and walked to the orphans, holding them and rocking as many as he could in his arms. His heart softly broke at the display of such broken and damaged youths. He wished he could do more. The hiccups of such despair, and he could only hush and pray this war ends with his victory. That he could protect his people, bringing much-needed peace and closure.

"Take your time, my children. For no matter how long you take, I will be waiting patiently for you to walk, for your words to find you. If you ever need help, I can promise to find you and tell you the stories of old." He promised. "I will be there guiding you, even if you have no one else."

The girl found her voice, "Are you our g-guardian?"

"Yes, child. And I promise to find you a home and be there for you." He soothed and whispered sweetly.

Hiccups came from the children from how heavily they despaired and the true reality of how cruel this war was, no matter how much he remembered the very story he was telling and the ending that taught him a thousand lessons.

Rex Lapis wouldn't allow anyone else to be taken from these children, like how someone else had been taken from him.

"Let us continue, shall we?" He choked back the tears forming in his heart, as it was breaking by the day.

There were some nods, but to continue calming them all down and keep them quiet from the gods wishing them harm, he would have to continue anyway.

Rhys felt something was off. It wasn't the same feeling when he felt like prey or being hunted. The feeling was more abstract and felt like he was going insane from how he didn't understand where or why it felt like someone was watching him.

He made it back to Sumeru days prior, and all was well until he woke up this morning. It wasn't like many mortals were coming by and observing him, and even if they did, Rhys knew how to make quick work of disappearing or noticing them. Outsiders that hadn't lived in his forest for as long as he had wouldn't stand a chance from his observations.

A single twig snap, even if it was several feet away, he could hear it. The rustling of bushes, trees, leaves, any abnormality, he would be notified.

He hated being observed like some lab rat, yet why couldn't he find the cause of this feeling this time? No matter how many tricks he pulled, he couldn't catch the stalker in the act.

It frustrated him to no end until he finally had enough at the end of the day.

The sun was setting, and Rhys had just finished, quite angrily, making a campfire and roasting some food, all while mentally preparing himself. Of course, he didn't want to admit it, but he would assume that this feeling was from the very same god he encountered before. He just had a gut feeling that couldn't be shaken that whatever burning sensation of stares in the back of his head was from the very same he met just a few days ago.

The God probably intended to wait until he had lowered his guard, maybe thinking that whatever feeling this was all in his head, then pounced. Well, he can't say that's not what he would do either.

"If you're just going to watch, you better get used to never having an opening until the end of days." Rhys glowed with anger, his eyes slightly shaking from the number of emotions he was feeling that couldn't be described as anything pretty. "So either show yourself or I'm going to hunt you." He impatiently took a big bite out of his food and glared at whichever direction of the forest. Any being in the forest knew that being hunted by Rhys, meant no return.

A single branch snapping was all it took for Rhys to puff out his wings, surrounding himself in a protective flaunt. Not only to make himself appear bigger but to warn the person, he was aware of their every movement.

The same god as before, Rex Lapis, stepped from the shadows of the forest. His face was now illuminated entirely by the fire, giving a gold-like filter over him. It was hypnotizing for Rhys as a dumbfounded look spread across his face.

Rex Lapis had no weapon, no hostility, and above all else, a hunger in his eyes that screamed an unknown emotion. "One assumed you knew where I was all along." He smiled, watching as the man across the fire was just as on guard, if not more.

"I could feel your gaze," Rhys responded simply. "Now, what do you want?"

"I wish to inquire about your curse and heritage. And also, to offer a contract."

"And did Rhys answer?"

"Oh, yes. He did. Quite truthfully, actually. It was a wonderful encounter for both as the darkness in Rhys accepted the divinity of Rex Lapis and slowly lessened its hold. Their contract was beneficial to each other. Rex Lapis needed a one-man army, and Rhys needed a friend." The cloaked man answered, gazing at the children as they walked and walked.

Their feet were burdened by sores and blisters from the number of terrains they had wandered so far. Any time the children took a break, the man soothed their pain as best as he could. Any means he tried, though, would ultimately result in more wounds on their feet from the long and tremulous walk.

"And then what- ow! Happened next? I'm okay!" The boy responded instantly once the man had become attentive to the sudden ounce of pain.

Through the skillful work of bandages on the heel, the man continued, "Hm. It was most curious indeed. Rhys felt his burden become lighter when around the God, and eventually sought him out when the anger or loneliness became too much… And Rex Lapis began to be the same. Longing more and more, even without the contract."

A girl helped her cousin up and stabilize the swaying child before the elder stepped in and took the sick one in his arms. "S-So, Rhys was good? All better?" She questioned, trailing after him while clutching onto the loose part of his clothing near his leg.

"Well, sadly no, children. But, luckily, Rhys had Rex Lapis, and Rex Lapis had Rhys." For a little while, at least, the man held his tongue to that information. "Rhys was truly just for the God to see and experience. He was very much the same, but with his god friend, it was as if only then could he feel happiness."

"And what of Rex Lapis? Did he begin to like Rhys more?" They gasped, "Do they like each other? Like, like-like?" The child started to skip in their walk while imagining the possibility. This tale was intoxicating to listen to.

The children didn't notice the stuttering step in their guide's walk, nor the brightening cheeks on his face as he cleared his throat. "W-Well, Rex Lapis… was also attached to Rhys, but listen, dear children… This war we currently are in. It was just starting then. Rex Lapis did like Rhys and enjoyed his lovely quiet company, but…" He sighed as the memories of the one he swore not to lose passed through his eyes. "Rex Lapis did Like-Like Rhys. But not at first, I bet you could tell." He smiled sadly when he heard the children laugh. "They drank tea together, hunted with one another, and in wartime, Rhys became the warrior the god wished for. More, than that, Rhys became the object of Rex Lapis' affections." He continued to describe their day-to-day antics, connection, and even the tiniest things that most would have forgotten to mention.

One of the older kids spoke up, "So wait… If Rhys was a hybrid… Bird… Did he, uh, make nests?" He gave an incredulous look.

The man laughed loudly, "Actually, yes. Quite an interesting question." The man shook his head, thinking. "Rhys was said to be a descendant of a mighty being. One is not quite reaching divine Godhood, but close. So Rhys being a child of such a being would make sense he wasn't quite mortal nor God. Wouldn't you say?" He mused both to himself and the children.

"So, the two become the best of friends?"

"Duh! The two liked each other!"

Rex Lapis smiled before being reminded of quite the definition of friendship between him and Rhys.

Pants and groans filled the air as the two got fed up with the intense amount of pressure between the two. Fighting for dominance all the more, until one of them finally got the upper hand. Rhys leaned down in his ear as he shifted to finally make his god feel so full, "Care for a thought?... I'm going to ruin you. Worship you until you feel dizzy and know I'm your favorite devoted follower. I'll ruin our friendship."

"Y-Yes… Before they began their… Partnership, that is." He coughed a bit, awkward at the memory at such an inappropriate timing. Luckily, his body didn't react too strongly to the reminiscence.

A child quickly skipped ahead, being beside the guide now. She glanced up and had a nervous face, "S-So, what happened?"

The man could tell what the underlying question was, and it honestly soothed him slightly that as happy as everyone was to listen to their new favorite story, there was something that went wrong. There had to be. The emotions of sadness radiated off of the man every time he subtly mentioned that such moments between the friends did not last. Children were so perceptive. Their high-strung emotions aided in detecting the smallest changes even the cloaked man couldn't hide.

"Rhys' curse brought upon many who sought him harm, and thus, he met his demise at the hands of mortals. It was said that he would return one day, but… a curse befell the winged man. The two shall never seek each other purposefully. For if they did not, finding one another by themselves would bring the demise upon Rhys once more." He sighed, depressed at such a fate. "Many were jealous of the power Rex Lapis and Rhys had combined, so they cursed them to never intentionally seek one out."

"W-Well, what about us?!" A boy yelled out.

"Yeah! If we find both of them and bring them together, everything will be okay, right? They-... They can have each other again!"

A chorus of confirmation from each child, they were all feeding each other off of hope and determination to have the two once again meet.

"Listen, children. It is noble of you to hope to rejoin these two lost lovers, but… Rhys is no longer living. He shall be reborn, but I am unsure it will be… in… in your lifetime." He attempted.

Yet he was already too late to try to falter their plans.

This tale was woven into their minds now, weaving and spinning like an addictive hopeful drug that they desired to make come reality.

In their time of need, they found comfort in their God and a being lost to time and blood, just like all of their loved ones. It would be cruel and unjust for the God, as mighty as he is, to live on without his happiness forever as well. Perhaps that, too, is the karma they deserve once the war is concluded.

The children promised each other in a contract under Rex Lapis' name that night. The winds were untouching as the tent secured them tight, and the man outside unhearing as they swore this future would happen. May it be one life or a thousand, the children promised to pay back their unforeseen and unknowing parents by bringing them back. After all, the curse never said that an outside party couldn't bring them together.

The dinner plates clicked as the orphans glanced at nothing in particular. The spaces between each other in their seats, the cutlery that was rusting, anything but talking. What did they have to talk about anyways?

All their ages ranged, and they didn't know how to relate to one another. Some newcomers were new orphans, so that meant no talking about their pasts, who wanted to console a sobbing kid when they were all crying on the inside? Some were siblings or cousins, they stuck alongside, simply finding comfort by being next to each other. Others were tortured by nightmares long after being an orphan. So, they were left to idly glance at each other, never meet another's eyes, and be awkward.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. Some used to have parents, some here since birth, how can they have anything relating to one another other than being alone?

The Rite of Descension was upon them in two days, so they could easily avoid each other then, but until that time, everyone was for themselves.

"Alright, children, off to bed." There were no protests, not even a sigh, as they stood from their chairs and began to walk up the stairs. Girls to one half, boys to another. To sleep for hopefully, dreams and not nightmares.

But that night wasn't going to show dreams, but memories.

"Gather around children, I will tell you a tale lost long to time."

Screams in the background.

"Rhys had beautiful wings. They were bigger than me!"

"Please, Mr. M,"

"Mr. M!"

"Yes, your parents. Or guardians."

'They-... They can have each other again!"

"We promise to bring the two lovers back."

Gasps came from the waking children as they scurried out and looked into each other's eyes.

All of them knew what this meant. Every single one of them met at just the right time, right before Rex Lapis came down their only chance. Their memories came back in this lifetime meant,

Rhys was back.

They nodded at each other with smiles and tears going down their cheeks. The eldest kid among them, a girl, smiled and gave a determined nod. "Let's make a plan. We only have so long!" She said excitedly.

The kids nodded and ran off to get anything they would need. Any scrape of Mora they had, coming together as they set out for the materials.

They came together, "This plan, I call GTCR! Get-The-Couple-Reunited!" The kids laughed and ruffled the boys' hair as they sat on the creaky wooden floor and got to work.

The dull talks of Liyue made Y/n sigh boredly. None were of interest to him, not like they were ever, but at least sometimes they provided drama and entertainment. Today? Nothing.

There was Madam Ping, who often talked of the flowers, that was talking to some poor bystander, and wasn't paying much attention to him as he desired some entertainment. Any, really. Some teenagers were kissing in the alley close to him, his heightened hearing granting (cursing) him to hear the disgusting sounds of their beginner lip-smacking. Lastly, of course, a few adults were talking about Rex Lapis on the bench.

Playing mortal was quite fun at times. The audacity they display unknowingly in Y/n presence, and even their hilariously pitiful hopes and dreams.

It makes him laugh.

How insipid they could be at times.

"You have a nasty scowl on your face Y/n." The old lady scolded as she walked back over to him, hands behind her back.

He glared up at her with such malice it would cause anyone to think he wanted her dead. Not that Y/n could help it. Hatred and anger came easily, happiness and relief, less so.

Madam Ping reached forward and pinched the flesh on his cheeks and began to play with it with laughter as his face turned even sourer. "Such a handsome young man shouldn't be seen with such a foul face." She smiled and let him go finally.

"Can I go now?" He dismissed her words, focusing on the pavement as if it owed him money.

The madam laughed and shook her head playfully as she went to the stall and began to search for something. Y/n felt dread build in his stomach as a headache began to form at her meaningless words.

"...-this to Granny Shan, near-"

"I know who she is, hag. Shut it. I have a headache." Y/n scowled, standing up and taking the toy materials from Madam Ping before rubbing his face exhaustedly.

Madam Ping gave a worried face to the man. "Rhys-"

The fire that had been dormant sparked for a moment, almost showing the immortal blood coursing through his body. "What have I told you?-"

"Slip of the tongue, now shush child.

Y/n," she corrected, "Perhaps you should rest. Hibernate, perhaps? You haven't found anyone to break the curse, and… And Rex Lapis hasn't been seen since last year. Maybe you sho-"

"I do not care for how long it takes me. I shall be reunited with my Archon."

"You've given enough. You helped us win the war. Even in death, your very soul influenced the tides. You may rest, even if it hurts, as the help you've given us is unfounded." She whispered, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Sheltering, attempting to at least, for whatever bad thoughts he was undoubtedly forming.

Y/n brushed her off and gave a fiery look directed at her. On cue, she felt the sheer fire behind that look, the burning of power he held at his fingertips. He wasn't even attempting to use his ability. The fake vision swung on his person with little care.

It made her wonder how he hasn't reached godhood, and how strong he would be as a god if even with a mere look, and his very presence while deaf could make mortals scream. She continued to ponder as she watched his retreating form.

Granny Shan was always nice to Y/n. When he had been reborn again in this life, she had technically raised the devil. Assuming the child, which was a grown ancient being in a toddler, was an orphan and took him in.

He wasn't… Terrible to the old lady. Never great or even that good, but compared to many, he wasn't.. bad. Y/n was secretly, deep down, relieved that Granny Shan knew that too. That his cruel behavior was never intensively directed toward her. It doesn't excuse his hostility, but she didn't mind. The old hag told him so multiple times, somehow knowing he was worried deep down.

"Hey, woman, I got you some shit from the Madam." He gruffly said, going behind her stall and placing the supplies on the table. The old woman smiled and waddled over to the man and began to look at everything he brought over.

"Ah! This is perfect…" She grinned, "I'll be able to make much more kites. Y/n, won't you be a dear and help me make some?" By the words of the old lady, the man scowled and had pure malicious words at the back of his throat, the swirling darkness causing him to cough and try not to say anything. He wanted to curse her out, to walk away and tell her to do it herself, anything to keep her from getting close.

If only he had-

"... Whatever." He mumbled roughly, walking near the stand, swallowing the urge.

He's done it for decades, he can handle it surely for a while more.

"Now then, in a little, the Rite of Descension will be finished, and the festival will begin." The old woman rambled to both him and herself, beginning to make the kites and other toys. "There will be a few kids coming here to get some toys." He hummed absent-mindedly as he matched the woman's movements.

"The Rite of Descension? That's today?" He asked, sadness creeping into his bones. "I didn't… Realize." No wonder those adults were talking about Rex Lapis. He was so absorbed in his head lately, that he didn't realize the most important and crucial day was almost already done.

Granny Shan had pieced together that her adopted son wasn't like any of the other children, and eventually, when he never aged past a certain time, she figured he was something inhuman. She, too, could feel the unbridled power lying beneath the mortal skin, a pathetic layer to hide the ruthless power, so perhaps it was only a matter of time before she figured it completely out.

She smiled and handed him a part he needed, "Indeed. Time flies." She sighed happily, choosing to ignore the expression Y/n gave. Knowing he wouldn't answer anyways.

The man paused and looked up at the sky, knowing somewhere he missed him again.

"Pst!"

Y/n furrowed his eyebrows as he looked down and around the area confusedly, before coming up empty and going back to his work.

"Pst!" The voice whispered a little time after.

He sighed and once again looked around, this time more frustrated and honestly wanting whoever was making that noise to stop.

"Pst! Over here!"

He glanced at Granny and when he realized she hadn't been paying attention, even worse, that she was zeroed in on her project, he knew that he would have to solve this himself.

With a final, annoyed sigh, he began to walk over to where he heard the whisper.

Maybe he was getting rusty. Back in his younger years, he could smell a creature's intention just by them being slightly near. The tiniest emotions were detected in an instant. Now, he had to hunt them down first?

What a drag.

"Pst! Yeah! Over here!" Y/n now figured it was a child, and as he walked past a building, looking behind it, he figured out that it wasn't just one child, it was more than 10. All ranging in age up to what seemed to be nine years old. The one who was whispering to him had a missing front tooth, about eight years old, he would guess, rough-cut ginger hair, and dirty clothes.

"The hell you want kid?" Y/n crossed his arms. His eyes squint slightly to show annoyance even though he didn't necessarily feel any at this moment.

Surprisingly.

There wasn't any fear, nervousness, or even intimidation from any of the children as they whispered to one another.

"Is that him?" "Could it be..?" "Are you sure?" "I didn't expect him to be so tall!" "What are you talking about? He said Rhys was taller than him!" "Yeah, but where are his wings?" "Maybe we got it wrong?" "No way! Look at his eyes!" "He looks just like the legends."

"All right, shut the hell up brats. Now, what do you want?"

"He has the attitude too…"

He sputtered, confusion swirling and making him almost dizzy. "The hell you talking about?!" His annoyance came back as shock officially registered when the brat felt the gall to tell him he had an attitude.

One of the little girls went to another and grabbed a scroll, which, definitely looked stolen. She unfurled it and waddled over and showed it to Y/n. His eyes cautiously slid to the paper which showed a winged man, him, hovering above mountains as Rex Lapis raised a hand for his spears. "I-I-Is-Is thi-this y-y…" He waited, his face saying he was bored but not minding the wait, this seemed to cause a stir around the children that 'it is him.' "Y-You?" She points to the winged man.

"So what if it is?" Y/n gruffly said.

"Rhys!" "It is him!" "I told you!" "We've dreamed of meeting you!" "Quick, we have to hurry!" "Just wait for a second, jeez!" "Why didn't you come to see us?" "Maybe he was busy?" "Wait! Sir!" One boy that had originally opposed the idea of Y/n being the ancient being raised a hand.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Wait a second kid. I don't care for your yapping, but I am not Rhys anymore." Y/n glared at no one in particular but he managed their attention with ease. As if they wanted to listen to him with those puppy eyes.

"Wait, what do you mean?" Some kids also whispered and even seemed so disheartened.

Y/n sighed and straightened his back. It wasn't like anyone would believe these snotty, gross, possibly orphaned kids. "It's just as you said, brat. I don't have wings anymore." He turned his back to show the hollow carving of where his wings were supposed to be, the shirt he was wearing barely doing anything to hide it.

"B-But, how?!"

"I don't know how you heard about me," some of the kids' eyes sparkled like they were dying to tell him, "but you should've learned of my curse and first death." They nodded. "Humans captured me, took my wings forcibly, and I eventually died from blood loss. When I was reborn, and all the lives after, including this one, they didn't grow back." He shrugged.

The kids took a moment to glance around at one another and even whisper to the closest one near them. They sighed before getting that determined look back into their eyes. "Well, whatever! You are Rhys aren't you?"

"Yes..?"

Instantly they grabbed ahold of any limb, or loose clothing, and began pushing and pulling him in a direction. "Mission; GTCR, Part 3, Get New Rhys-"

"Y/n."

"-Y/n, complete! Now on to Part 4! Is Group B doing their part good?" A little girl running from the distance with an older girl in tow quickly joined the tuggers and nodded with a thumbs up.

Y/n felt extremely uncomfortable and borderline sickly as he didn't want to go anywhere with these kids. He had to get back and help Granny Shan, not play with these kids and help with whatever they were scheming. They knew his real identity, and even though he told himself that no adult or older person would believe them, there were too many to deny they could be telling the truth. Fuck.

He grunted after the two girls joined in the pulling as he limblessly followed them. "Is no one going to tell me what is going on?!" Y/n called out, looking around for any of them to tell him.

"Nope! I'm good. Do you wanna Hiroko?" A boy said.

"Uh," she glanced at Y/n with a cautious face, "I didn't think he'd be so scary! How did he even be able to look at him?!"

"Hey!" Y/n almost sounded wounded.

"How about you Asashi.?"

"Um, nope, not me either..? Yuki?"

"Just one of you tell me what the hell is going on or else I will actually try to walk away." The children squeaked, knowing that trying meant using any amount of strength.

Yuki, the stuttering kid, shook her head and looked pleadingly at one of the older ones, a boy, and gave a weak smile to him.

The boy sighed and nodded as he tugged Y/n's finger once more. "We are finishing a contract we made… a while ago." He mumbled at the end, obviously not wanting to tell the full story.

Y/n faked gasping, mock happiness and glee on his face as he dramatically spoke, "And that answers all my questions! Thank you soooo much."

"Add, 'Didn't know he was so sarcastic' to that list."

"Oh, you little sh-"

Y/n was cut off by the tallest kids covering his mouth and eyes as they quickly began to make him sit down at a certain point, hidden by the shadows.

"Keep your eyes closed!" "Don't move!" "No, this is how you do this." "Ohh…" "M-M-Mak-M-Make sur-sure h-he is-is-is good f-f-f-for h-him." "We are, thank you, Yuki!" "I think the other team is dressing him as well." "R-Real-l-ly?" "Aw, lucky!" "I wish I got to do that.." "What colors did they decide?" "You'll see!"

The muffled protests of Y/n were quite ignored as they began to put on a certain type of clothing on him, wrapping him up like a present in those clothes, and even tidying up his hair.

He can't believe he was allowing this. No, change that, Y/n can't believe what was happening. Wait, what even was happening? Just… a grown-ass man, that has abilities beyond the mortal mind, is getting bullied and forced to do this? Is he even being forced?

Eh, not really. More boredom and laziness spurring this on.

"Alright done!" They pulled away from him and he looked down to see what they did, he was quietly impressed. They had put on a layer of festival clothes over his thin normal wear. The colors were deep and bold, celebrating the colors of Rex Lapis in his Adeptus form. Oranges and reds, highlights of bright golden yellow, and of course, a dark and rich chocolate brown as the base. He looked like was one of Rex Lapis' worshippers.

Y/n smiled, showing his pride in being a loyal devotee to the god who made his heartache.

He sighed and stood up, turning and looking over every spot while all the kids stayed quiet and watched him. They looked eager and hopeful. Perhaps they wanted praise. "It looks…" some leaned in a bit closer, overjoyed they noticed a strained smile on his face. "Fine." He finished with possibly the most effort he could afford.

They cheered and sighed with relief as they began to congratulate each other. "Wait, I merely said that it was fine. You don't… want something more?" More appropriate praise? Actual praise deserving of what they had done to him?

"No it's okay Mr. Y/n, we already knew about your curse! I'm sorry the bad thing ate your happy emotions."

"W-What.?" He asked, not understanding what she meant by that, but was quickly caught off guard when the children promptly grabbed hold of him yet again and began pushing and pulling. Y/n let out an exhausted sigh but followed along with their antics begrudgingly.

They talked to him happily and even though their little waddles to get him somewhere were taking a while, he permitted conversation. They seemed delighted regardless of how dry and dismissive he was.

They asked about what his past lives were like, what he was doing now, and even what he was doing for work. For such tiny and young kids, they sure were nosy. He told them of his time in Inazuma in one life, two more in his homeland Sumeru, a few in Snezhnaya (he found out there, tropical beings should not go to a winter-fucking-wonderland), some in Liyue, and his previous one in Fontaine. Oh, and one in the middle of nowhere. Probably Natlan.

He didn't tell them how he had died horribly in each, too impatient to wait until the curse was broken to see Morax, which, ultimately, led to his demise in each life.

Y/n noticed they dragged him almost everywhere in Liyue before another girl came up, paused, and looked at him before nodding. This sent all the little one's into a frenzy as they began to practically haul his ass away, once again. This time, Y/n had a tiny smile on his face directed at the children.

"Operation GTCR in motion!" The kids laughed and shook their heads.

Y/n noticed they began to shake with excitement as they began reaching their destination. A grand tree stands in the center of the plane of land, a lake coursing through with a bridge crossing it.

Asashi gestured for Y/n to lean down and purely out of curiosity he did. "Now!" The children tackled him and began ruthlessly covering his sight with a blindfold, tying his wrists with rope, and making sure no one would hear the bewildered noises the ancient being made.

Soon, he was standing where he presumes was under the tree, alone. Ever since his sight and wrists were bound, he had to rely on the noises surrounding him. No children, no footsteps, no breathing other than his own, and no animals scurrying about. That was what was odd. After living in the forest for a good portion of growing up, noises were always a good sign. Lack of it meant there was a predator near.

If he had to sit here and pretend to be an innocent person that just got jumped, he would. Purely to not have to work with Granny Shan and be uncomfortable selling toys to people.

"... this way!" "Please keep your eyes closed!" "Careful, watch this step."

Wow, and they were so rude to him but whoever they were making him play fucking tea party with, they treat them like they were fragile and royal? They shoved him multiple times! He probably had a bite mark somewhere!

"Where are-" "Shhh!" The kids chided, all of them desperately trying to hush the man's voice. Y/n knew that voice, somewhere. His ears shifted to attempt to detect the tiniest details about the newcomer, his hands squirming with nerves and restlessness. The children seemed to notice the hybrid's sudden attention shift, quietly praying once they did. Knowing he was trying to hear where he knew that voice from.

The children quickly moved and set up something in front of Y/n and quickly backed away. Confusion crossed his face once more as his eyebrows furrowed and started to reach out to the quickly leaving kids. "W-Wait where-" "Shhhh!!" They covered his mouth and he felt the man in front of him shift as if he recognized, or thought he sounded familiar, him as well. This energy as well, something was screaming at Y/n to remember.

"Alright!" A girl called, really far away, "you can take off your blindfold Mr. M!" Y/n felt even dizzier at who was in front of him, this all was baffling and confounds even him. Mr. M? He doesn't know any fucker by that. And here he was thinking he knew who this M guy was.

There was slight shuffling from the man before a tiny gasp before what Y/n can assume was a hand covering his mouth.

"Alright, what is going on?" Y/n growled out, starting to get seriously frustrated. He picked up on a tearful, almost mournful chuckle, before feeling his cheek get cupped by a hand. Y/n instinctively flinched away but before he could spit colorful words that would surely cause some looks, the agony that haunted every waking moment washed away at the graze of touch from the person in front of him. Y/n had never felt anything like it other than when his skin touched Rex Lapis. That tiny touch was euphoric and made him want to cry and cry with relief.

His heart started to race and pound in his chest as he desperately grabbed the hand that started to pull away and place it back on his face. His breath came out heavy as the overwhelming feeling of love, happiness, hope surged through him like a wave. That one touch made him nearly faint, this consistent hold made the hybrid forget everything. His name was forgotten, all of them, all the moments he wished he could erase, was erased, only this. This was everything. Living was purely for this. "Fuck… Don't move." He mumbled, a whimper at the end of his tone. The whines of loneliness in his heart went away the slowest, but as if being called like a moth to a flame, it not so slowly disappeared.

The man in front of him chuckled and placed his other hand on the side of his face and began to softly stroke the skin beneath his fingers with his thumbs. Even without sight, he knew.

"... My Archon," Y/n whispered affectionately, voice breaking at the end. Confirming it out loud was something else entirely. Shattering.

The Geo Archon chuckled, "Haven't I told you not to call me that?" He whispered back, noticing the sudden change of demeanor of Y/n.

Mr. M meant Morax. Fucking hell. His god. His Archon. His entire heart and those tiny little fucks knew it. Planned this entire thing. He is the god's most loyal follower, his muse to late-night activities, and yet he was ashamed, ashamed he couldn't realize it instantly it was him simply by the sounds of his breathing. His footsteps. Even if it had been years since his most recent past life, he should've known.

A sigh escaped Y/n as he lifted his wrists to show he wanted out of his confinement. He could criticize himself later, all that mattered now was showing his god his devotion. "Please?"

Morax sighed, albeit a bit shaky, "I can't remember the last time you said please, even in my presence."

"..." Getting no usual snide response out of Y/n, Rex Lapis gazed down and looked at the bound wrists and smiled. The limbs were shaking to be free, yet even at the terrible tie, and is completely capable of snapping the rope, Y/n restrained from doing so. He needed his god to slowly touch and maneuver the material, all to let him be free. It was subtly one of the more endearing things he's done for Morax.

Rex Lapis finished untying the restraints and just as he did so, the rope barely even beginning to fall, Y/n enraptured the Archon in a bone-crushing, desperate hug that shattered both of their hearts. Reunited at last. Forever this time. "Rhys?" Still, though, the Archon was shocked by his loving display.

"Damn those sneaky kids." He would have to invite all of them to dinner and let their little bellies be filled with the finest food before finding them the nicest, best homes. Even then, they would always have a home wherever Morax and he would go.

"They did complete their contract." The God whispered back, slowly undoing the piece of cloth hindering the hybrid's eyes, knowing what would happen when they got home, once he let the man take in the view. Moraxs' hair was prettily made up by the girls and boys, clothing matched the color of fire that was always dancing in Y/n's eyes, a sign of his true form, that beautiful intense red. Even the red and orange flowers in Morax's hair. All for his future husband.

Y/n opened his eyes as soon as the cloth got an inch away, blessing both of them with each other. "You should know, my love, I got by Y/n now…" He murmured, brushing away with his thumb a stray tear on Morax's face.

A hum came from Rex Lapis, "When on leave, I tend to go by Zhongli Xiansheng." On leave? How cute.

"That'd mean I'd be Y/n Xiansheng." He bumped their foreheads together and began to rub them together lovingly. Like a cat.

Zhongli gave a surprised look as he looked up at the serene and lovestruck hybrid, "You wish… to marry me? So soon after seeing each other once again?" He whispered so quietly, even the children eavesdropping in the not-so-far distance couldn't hear.

Y/n gazed at every little detail on his boyfriend's face, "Certainly. Think of it as a contract. One that shall never be broken. I have been far too absent in our lives, and if it is alright with you, I'd rather not spend another minute separated for a long, long time." He closed his eyes. "I'd wake up screaming for years, decades after I left you all those times. Remembering constantly that I love you. My heart and my soul have been yours since the first contract, and being away even for a fraction of a second is too long and my body knows that. I think of you in every waking moment, wanting you to talk to me, to advise me, to command me, whatever the circumstances. I remember your delicious tea, and no matter how much I tried to imitate it, yours is the only thing I want. You'd lay with me under the stars and play with my wings, make me feel whole and me again. You complete me." He sighed, opening his eyes once again to see the crying Archon, "and if being hasty to marry you means we are one again, I would recommend being married right now. Only those little children are to be the witnesses to our… contract."

Zhongli tried and failed to speak, his heart thundering in his chest as he screamed yes, but the tears and emotions consumed him as he crumbled. Rhys, or Y/n, comforted him until the very last hiccup. Kissing away each tear and whispering 'I love you's' until he was ready to respond once more.

"Of course, my Y/n. You are not alone in your declaration. I've been yours ever since the beginning." He smiled and chuckled at the overwhelmingly relieved sigh from Y/n. "Were you honestly thinking I'd reje- Mmf!"

His words were shut down by the sudden kiss Y/n enforced, closing his eyes instantly yet smiling when he heard the 'ew's' and cheers from the children before hearing them all run off as they separated.

"So eager for me, and yet we haven't done anything." Morax teased.

"I think, even if you stood in the corner of a room, alone, I'd be just as eager."

"Is that so?"

A familiar smirk graced Y/n's face as he reached up, touching the colors of his old self on Zhongli. "Care for a thought, My Archon?"

He already knew what that dirty thought was, after all, it has been years.

He had barely been touched in the centuries following his lover's death. Morax, the feared and gruesome God in the war that had led hundreds of groups of grieving children, didn't necessarily like being touched. Specifically, he didn't like being touched after Rhys' passing. He had gathered the highest death toll compared to any other being and had that one crucial detail.

Centuries passed in a flash, and no matter how many times he attempted to resist touching himself, in fear of forgetting how much better Rhys did it, he somehow ended up biting one of his many pillows, sweat dripping down his back, pleasuring himself by vividly imagining it was his dead lover and lord, the effect that had on his body. Sometimes, rarely, when Morax was utterly desperate he would get rougher with himself. Those times felt so much like Rhys, he would be pleasuring himself for days, overstimulating himself to the max.

He would tug on his hair, his cock, even plow ruthlessly in his lonely hole, attempting to feel anything like how the hybrid made him feel. Sometimes, he could feel the ghost of a grip on his throat as his fingers imitated what should've been Rhys' dick.

What he wouldn't give to be ruined by his lover again. To have him yank at the gods body, manhandling him however he wants, to utter filth of worship and degradation directed to both of the desperate men.

Those were such delicious and sinful fantasies that left the archon crying on the pillow both in loyal love and desperation. Eager to be reunited.

Y/n, or Rhys, the one he had so desperately wished would pleasure his divine body, was now here. Taking a painfully long shower. Making 'Zhongli' writhe in the sheets, the very sheets he had coldly cuddled to Y/n's pillow and hump.

He never had the heart to get rid of it. Not when the tiniest bit of his smell still lingers.

The door of the bathroom opened and revealed the usual shameless attitude of his lover, Y/n had barely tried to hide his midsection with the tiniest towel. Zhongli never used said towel, too tiny, and had forgotten it existed, figures Y/n would find it.

He left this out with his story to the children, but considering Y/n had been raised by none other than the whispers of trees and animals, he never considered clothing a necessity. Or rather, he never considered it necessary when Morax was around.

With nimble fingers, Y/n quickly lost the towel and in silence began to analyze the growing size underneath the boxers of Zhongli. They both lost their clothes, tangled limbs scampering through the house before falling onto the bed, gasps of need escaping both but suddenly Zhongli was cold and missing his body on top of him.

Their separation does nothing to soothe the ache.

Y/n simply smiled and sent him to shower while he got the bed 'ready.' Ready meant, making the bed into a nest. Pillows and blankets, covered and dripping his scent after being deprived of it for years.

Then he went to shower, leaving his beloved lover squirming in the nest. Mere boxers that had soon been soiled.

Y/n tilted his head before his eyes began to blaze with fire at the view of the boner in between Morax's legs. "My dear, you look absolutely pitiful. Might I worship you?"

Zhongli wasn't unfazed by his words, the bottom of his lip wobbling with the anguish at filling this need. His head bobbed down in need, affirming he did want this. Not just wanted but needed. A requirement.

"Please." He whispered, eyelids lowering.

Y/n gave a soft smile instead of his usual smirk, before walking over. He climbed into their nest, careful not to disrupt his hard work of making it perfect for his fiance.

He would marry this man. He would be there for him forever and ever, even after the fall of Teyvat, even when they both ascended to Celestia. Anything. Anything for his beloved Archon. This nest was just the beginning of his devotion.

Now that the Y/n was relieved of the blasted curse, no more death and coming back just to wait until he could one day see his beloved one. He'd be staying right here, in his arms. If Morax told him to fuck off and never come back, he would bury himself and do just that. If he told Y/n to choke on his cock for hours, or days, he would warm his dick with his ready, wet mouth.

Y/n's warm body came in contact with Zhongli, heating the both of them instantly. So much so, that it felt like an inferno had lit their hearts on fire.

"First," the hybrid whispered, "I'll kiss every inch of your body, then my favorite, I'll kiss every part of your dick, to the point you're weeping for me." Each kiss would be a searing show of love and devotion. He began at the ankles, Zhongli's pretty little pale skin there, slowly working his warm lips up, and up. Calf to thigh, to the sensitive flesh that transferred his lips to his waist. The weeping dick between Morax's legs begging to be played with, but regardless of the tiny whimpers leaving his mouth, Y/n pretended not to hear. Moving to the other leg and beginning his sweet sugary torture there instead.

He needed to reinstate the memories of the touch he scarred on Morax's body anew. Have his scent on every corner of him, a proof of ownership, Y/n was his, and the same goes the other way around.

"P-Please," Zhongli whispered again, needier than before if that was possible. Watching Y/n slowly pleasure him in the tiniest way possible was making him dizzy.

His back slightly arched in anticipation all the more when a kiss was placed on his v-line. The tingling sensation going straight to the drip that slid agonizingly slowed down his rock-hard length. A whine escaped, loud and impatient to get onto the real pleasure from Morax, causing those pretty red eyes to slowly meet the God's eyes.

A shiver ran down both their spines.

"Archons, you're so pretty my love." His kisses continued, and the searing licks up his abdomen weren't too playful anymore. The eye contact persists the entire time while infecting his body. "Don't beg, my dearest love…

My heart, you won't ever have to beg for something from me…" The licks and kisses, sometimes a nip, continued as he finally got to his neck and handsome face. Their noses brushed as Zhongli pulled him up. Their lips grazed one another, bitten and red. Waiting for each other to devour.

"My Archon," Y/n whispered as his hand began to wrap securely around Zhongli's neck. Not for the breath play they love oh so much, which surely hasn't changed, but for acknowledgment he is here. And staying. "For it is I who would get on my knees and beg. Even if I ruin you."

"Y-You better get to work as I still hold my wits. I don't want you to beg, I wish for you to love me." His smooth voice rattled at the start but leveled soon after. Morax made a quick movement, grasping Y/n's chin and forcing him to watch helplessly as he spread his legs, moving them up to be perfect for the hybrid to place his hands under his ankles and destroy his insides. "It's been a while, love, I need your scent inside of me."

Y/n eyes began to glow a bright brilliant red in pure unparallel lust and want. His hand started to squeeze Morax's throat gently, reminding him not to act too bratty or hasty considering the hybrid was already trying to be tame as to fully enjoy this leisurely pace they were at. They may even be here for days before either one's desires are even remotely satisfied. Good thing none of the Adeptus or outsiders can enter this Adeptus realm without permission, for if they did after noticing Rex Lapis' and Rhys' sudden disappearance, they would surely have a sight. Their strongest Adeptus, Archon, and oldest being, on top of a cock he had been thirsting for. Such a sight Y/n wouldn't allow anyone the pleasure of besides himself.

Morax's hiccups of choked-up moans as he cries, his whines, his bounces, his thin little waist, all of it was for him only. Predatory instincts demanded their bodies to only be for each other.

"God, I want you so bad," Y/n mumbled, more to himself as he resumed his kisses of torture on the Archon. On his neck, collarbone, sternum, and stomach, before finally the tip of Zhongli's dick. "Imagining it isn't enough. Won't ever be enough.."

"Tell me," Morax whispered, wanting to know exactly what the man who was dying to suck his dick wanted, what he was daydreaming of.

A sigh escaped both of them as a lick up the underside came, before sucking at the drips of pre coming from the top. "I want to enjoy you. Again, and again… Enter you, and bring you bliss until you're satisfied. Imagined such a fantasy for years."

The God hummed pleasantly as he watched Y/n go back down as start pleasuring. He sighed, licking his lips as well. "I won't- hmm~ be sat- fuck! Be satisfied for quite a long time."

"I'll have to work hard then."

"It appears so.." he grunted, "then again, I imagine you won't be sated for a while either." The only noise confirming that suspicion was a deep throaty chuckle as Y/n parted his lips, opening his mouth for Morax's appendage, before plunging it down his throat. A gasp stuttered from Zhongli's lips before his back began to arch up and down as moans slipped from his tongue. It was so delightful that Y/n felt his hips automatically thrust in response.

Zhongli's eyes wandered down and noticed the issue that he so brazenly didn't hide. A weak smirk graced his face, which wasn't missed by the hybrid that was giving unworldly pleasure to him. Y/n's eyes sparkled with fire as he watched Morax get high off the power that Y/n relented to him. Such a powerful being at his face willing to do anything, as his hand clasped into his hair and began to guide. Y/n liked it, seeing the resolve of his god get heightened before getting destroyed when he realized his pleasure needed to be controlled.

He popped his mouth off Zhongli's cock and licked his lips greedily. Groaning at the pleasure. Morax shivered, furrowed his brows, and stared at the erotic scene. "How filthy. You shouldn't…"

"Shouldn't what, my dearest?" He purred, maneuvering Zhongli's body to lay on his stomach, ass in the air just right. "Hm~ Were you pleasuring yourself in that lonely shower?" Y/n glowed in satisfaction seeing the loose hole not even resist the slipping of his fingers. His tongue lulled out and dripped saliva all around the fluttering mess and ass.

Zhongli couldn't even talk as a wild blush came across his features and embarrassment corrupted his tongue, no longer capable of responding to the teasing words so Y/n continued.

"Did I excite you so? The kisses, the pulling at your waist." Two fingers were swallowed whole as he inserted them quickly. Hardly going slow. "You were oh-so eager for me, only to be disappointed when I pulled away. You knew we would be here for hours yet my Archon couldn't wait? Sticking your fingers up your little hole, trying so hard to stretch it…" he sighed happily when he noticed Morax squeeze his eyes closed, and start trembling at the beginning harsh thrusts of Y/n's fingers.

After pressing against his sweet spot with a powerful thrust, the squirming male squealed. He started to babble and lose his mind. "Aw, already? We haven't even started my beloved." The pyro vision user chuckled evilly.

"P-Please, Y/n-..." His handsome voice trailed off as once again, he was left trembling once he felt the utter tenderness, and love on the tiny pecks and kisses as his lover worked him open. His attention crumbled from what he was going to say and became absorbed in the smoothing touches of his precious fiancé.

Y/n slowed the temporarily quick pace of his fingers in exchange for an intimate pace. One that still made Zhongli shake.

"Need-Need to open you up-" He tried to rid the thoughts of rushing, which could cause Zhongli discomfort.

"N-No! Please! J-Just pleasure me, you said you were going to- Ah, fuck.. Said you were going to worship m-me..!" He eyed Y/n's pretty cock that had been dormant in any of his actions, yet still had an angry, desperate cherry-colored tip, and a sheen of pre at the top, no doubt from rubbing against the bed during their… antics.

Y/n nearly growled animalistically as he straightened up, moving Morax's limble body to be in a handsome mating press. The hybrid's instincts to breed screamed in his head as his mate lay in his nest, laying in a perfect mating press. Perhaps he could indulge that image in his head, Zhongli stuffed to the brim with his cum.

A huff from his god caused Y/n's attention to come back to reality, his cock twitching still at the image in his head, which didn't go unnoticed. A longing whine came from Morax as his hips lifted impatiently to get the hybrid tempted to just enter him already.

"I'm doing it my love, Archons, you look so pretty." He mumbled the last sentence as he moved swiftly to where the head of his dick was only slightly pressing against the entrance.

Zhongli's eyes glowed a brilliant gold as his hips thrust down, forcing Y/n to enter with a whine. Both gasped at the feeling of becoming one again. Their souls intertwined and twisted as a steady and smooth thrust came from Y/n, not stopping once until his pelvis met the flesh of his lover's ass.

Their collective groans echoed in each other's ears as Y/n leaned down and rested his elbows on either side of Zhongli's head. His face was buried in the God's neck as they both had to steady themselves at the buzzing feeling of reconnecting their bodies after centuries.

Y/n felt everything melt from his head and anything that had weighed and stressed him over the years washed away as he felt the delicious stretch, squeeze, and warmth of his god. He mumbled words of worship and prayer in Morax's ear, said man flinching before moaning and shaking at the tender words of endearment. Zhongli grabbed the messy hair buried in his neck and began to tug on it. A signal to start moving.

Y/n kissed all over his lover's face as he withdrew his hips. A whine of pleasure and pain rumbled in the back of the full man.

A sigh escaped both their lips as a tender and sweet pace began. It wasn't rushed or urgent yet, as they both had plenty of time to spare, but lingering bits of need still lasted as their eyes met. Quiet and peaceful moans escaped both their lips at the drag and warmth they gave each other.

The heat of being squeezed made Y/n dizzy with lust and appreciation.

And the agonizingly slow but delicious drag of the dominant man's cock sent the god into near delirium.

A whisper of adoration escaped the thrusting male before a mumble of an apology.

He withdrew everything in a mere fraction of a second before slamming into Zhongli. The sudden thrust caused everything sweet and kind from their thrusts before was shattered as skin harshly slapping on skin echoed, groans, gasps, and yelps coming from both of the men.

"O-Oh Rhys! Fuck..!" Morax called out the old name of his lover, forgetting everything as his heart thundered in his chest from the force of the thrusts. Pounding into him without restraint.

The pleasure was boiling hot as he writhed and squirmed, trying to hold onto anything as his insides were being rearranged. Soon, the god was left into a trembling and babbling mess for Y/n to enjoy and listen to.

His thrusts sent spikes of pleasure up his spine as he leaned down, his ear near Morax's gasping, bitten, red lips. "Y-Y/n!" A scream of his name got his attention. After a few more harsh ruts that had their eyes rolling in the backs of their heads, a coy smile that screamed male arrogance came from the hybrid.

While wildly thrusting, never stopping their pleasure, he chuckled slowly, groaning with pleasure at the back of his throat as his eyelids lowered, "Yes, my love?" His rasping voice enticed a response.

"Archons-!" His head was swimming too much, what he was going to babble about long disappearing as he greedily moved his hips to match the ruthless thrusts Y/n was eagerly giving.

A tiny chuckle sounded, "I've made your head empty so quickly. How cute and pitiful love. I should ruin your body more, until you're begging me to stop because it became too much, hm?"

"Fuck! Dammit, m' gonna cum! Gonna c-cum for you, plea-" A particular thrust completely directed at his g-spot caused pearly white strands to pour out of the man, not noticing the predatory gaze Y/n was failing to hide.

He wanted more of that sweet smell, for Rex Lapis to come undone again, and again.

"How cute." He whispered, continuing his thrusts of pure torture as the high he's been looking forward to approaching rapidly. "Gonna want my seed? I can fill you up, gonna do it… promise my love." Zhongli merely nodded dumbly as overstimulation clouded his mind, spit and tears mixing down his face.

He hiccuped, feeling a second orgasm approaching. "Need it-!" The shocks or pleasure cause him to moan and gasp.

A firm hand gripped his cock before suddenly jacking Zhongli off with such urgency he knew the hybrid was close and wanted them to climax together. "M' gonna fill you up, my scent is… fuck! Ahh…" He smirked and lazily began thrusting once he knew they were on the very last edge to cumming. "S' a pretty face y'r makin'. Scent you until we die." that last comment Y/n made caused Morax to gasp at that imagery, fucking like rabbits.

His warm cum filled the Archon, while a shudder came over him, cradling him in his arms while the aftershocks still consumed them. Y/n would be damned if he pulled out right now, his little gift would spill out and he wanted to be in the comforts of Zhongli's hole right now, before he got hard again, cockwarming him.

"Y/n…" Rex Lapis whispered, placing his hands on each side of his face while making the delirious man look him in the eyes. "Welcome home." And gave him a tender kiss.

At the words, a tear of pure happiness slipped from his cheek, the depression they'd both been subjected to washing away as they cuddled in the nest. "I'm home."

After many, many, many rounds that left them only more hungry for each other, they lay in the ruined nest, clothes, and coverings nonexistent as they gazed at one another. Sleep was evident in each other's eyes as they whispered sweet nothings to each other.

"I think…" Zhongli licked his lips lazily, his eyes fluttering closed before opening to try and continue, "when you died, the first time, I wanted to cleave out my… Heart." He whispered, causing Y/n's own heart to clench painfully. "But, I knew you'd be back. And even after saying that each time, it still hurt…" By now, the god had given up trying to keep his eyes open. "I missed your blatant disregard to divine beasts… how you'd look at me when you'd hunt me food as if you were hoping I'd love it…"

Y/n smiled loosely, his own eyes slowly going closed but fighting it better than his beloved one, wanting to gaze upon his features just a little bit longer. "It's a mating ritual…" He whispered, twisting their legs together more, torsos pressed more up against each other.

Zhongli hummed, chuckling quietly, "So sweet…"

"What else did you miss about me.?" His eyes closed while making sure his low voice reached the man.

"I… missed your nests… how you'd groom me in the evenings, fix up my hair." He sighed. "How you…… Would warm me up when I was cold. N' set trinkets put where I'd find them, like keys, rocks, and others… especially when I fed you. So many things…" He sighed, burying his face finally in Y/n neck and settled. Soon enough, his breathing went slow as sleep greeted him, along with being lulled by the scent of Rhys.

Y/n kissed the top of Rex Lapis' head as his breathing steadied. His final thought being, 'Thank you, my children.'

AN : fucking finally done. Been working on this for like… 2 months. Draft after draft of not being good enough. ANYwaysss. Thxs for reading, don't lmk of any spelling mistakes bc I ain't going to correct them anyways lmfao, I'm too done with this one shot to even care at this point ;-;

If you'd like me to do a pt 2, possibly about Rhys finding his wings or getting married or smth, maybe even make Zhongli horny for Y/n and riding him(yummy), but do lmk of that. Who knows. Thinking about doing a Dottore, or Diluc one-shot.

Requests are open, idc the length, jus know I work at my own rate. Just look at my do's and no's but I'm generally a laid-back person.

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