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Jealousy | Gojo Satoru
(Readers gender is not specified)
(Modern au)(reader is very flirty)
Synopsis ☆: Reader goes to smoke with gojo and he gets jealous
Warnings: Oral, toy usage, marijuana usage, a little reader x choso, errr idk anything else
a/n: this was originally supposed to be for my friend but I’m gonna post it >.< Also it was suppose to be a 3 some but I forgot abt the other two.
You were lying in your bed on your side scrolling through instagram reels. Bored out of your mind, until you got a call from the one and only gojo. “Haiiiii” you sighed “what do you want gojo” you could hear his pout through the phone “I just wanna talk to you” he said whining. It irked you how sexy you thought his voice was. Something about a man with a whiney voice just did something to you. “Again what do you want gojo” he giggled “do you want to come over” you raised an eyebrow, because most of the time gojo invited you over it was to engage in sexual activities . “Why?” Your voice had a little teasing to it. Gojo whined “becauseeeee I miss you…and because I got weed>.<“ “I’m omw!” You said and immediately hung up.
You sprung up out of your bed and pulled on a pair of black basketball shorts, a purple hoodie, and some purple fuzzy socks. You slipped on your black crocs with cute little charms on them, and looked in the mirror before deciding that you looked good. Grabbing your phone and your car keys you left the house.
You hopped into your black jeep liberty 2007, which you cherished. While driving to Gojos house you realized how excited you were. You haven’t smoked in a while, but the thing is you’ve never smoked with gojo and you know when you smoke you get a bit horny. You’re a little worried because last time you and gojo have done anything you realized he was getting too attached so you told him you two should just stay as friends. You hoped nothing would happen.
When you arrived at his house you parked in front and walked up to his door. You rung the doorbell then put your hands in your pockets and waited, standing kinda awkwardly. When the door opened you were surprised to see Getou. “What’re you doing here” you rolled your eyes and brushed past him “I was invited goofy””oh” is all he said and closed the door walking behind you. When you walked in the smell of weed immediately hit you. ‘How could they start without me’ you thought. You walked further into the house and see a circle formed which included Gojo, Choso, and Shoko. You immediately went to your favorite “SHOKO!!!!” She shrieked when your tall frame basically tackled her. You love Shoko she’s so cute and funny, ontop of that her voice is so sexy. You laid ontop of Shoko and kissed her cheeks, she giggled and pushed you off. “I didn’t know you were gonna be here I thought it’d be just me and gojo” “I’m actually leaving right now I have to go, I have assignments to catch up on” you pouted a little “awe what you’re gonna leave me here with these animals” “yep..goodluck!” she said and kissed you on your forehead walking out.
You looked to your side and made contact with brown (?) eyes. You smirked a little cause you know choso has a little crush on you. He’s always looking at your lips when you’re talking to him and always blushing around you. he’s so obvious it’s cute. You moved towards choso leaving a little space between you two “hey choso” you said a little teasingly. He blushed a little and greeted you back. You looked across the circle and noticed gojo frowning a little. You mentally rolled your eyes ‘he can’t handle my attention on anyone but him.’ “Hi gojo” “oh now you see me” he said with an attitude. you rolled your eyes “what’s wrong with you” “he’s mad your attention isn’t on him and only him” Getou butted in. “No I’m not! I don’t even care” you grinned at Gojos hostile behavior.
As the blunt was getting passed around for the 3rd time you found your arm around choso’s shoulders while his legs were thrown over your lap. You can’t even lie he’s looking so good right now . He’s wearing a black shirt with a v neck that he rolled up because it was ‘too hot’ so you can see his abs and gawd you were bout to act like an animal. He had on grey shorts with neon orange socks on, his sexy,shaved, long legs on display. And Ofcourse He has his typical pony tails in that you just wanted to pull on while you thrust into him from the back.
Gojo went into the kitchen a little while ago to do idk what,but you choso and Getou were still smoking. When the blunt made it back to you, you had an idea. You took a hit of the blunt, grabbed chosos jaw, pressed on his jaw hard enough so that he opened his mouth and blew the smoke in his mouth. He immediately got what you were doing and inhaled the smoke you were blowing in his mouth. The look he gave you was about to drive you mad. His eyes were hooded and he looked dazed I almost leaned in to kiss him but then “pass the fucking blunt already” Getou said getting antsy. I gave the blunt to choso and went over to Getou “Awee is the poor baby mad he’s getting no attention” you said pinching his cheeks “fuck off” he said slapping your hands away. You blew him a kiss then walked into the kitchen where gojo was.
Gojo was in the kitchen on his phone bent over the counter facing away from me. I might just be horny but he looked really good. I walked up behind him and pressed my hips into his ass while grabbing onto his waist. He jumped a little but relaxed when he realized it was me. Gojo turned his body around to look at you “so now you wanna talk to me” he said with a little frown on his face “I always wanna talk to you baby don’t be so fussy” you say and brush some of his hair out his face “all you do is ignore me when other people are around” he said and wrapped his arms around your neck since you’re a little taller than him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and he smiled a little bit. The both of you just stare at each other for a while before gojo speaks up “make it up to me” you grin and tilt his head up a bit “is that how you ask gojo?” He looks at you with pleading eyes. You just look at him waiting. He huffed “please make it up to me”
You push gojo up onto the counter and connect your lips with his. The kiss is rough and is filled with pure lust. You grabbed gojo by his thighs and he wrapped his legs around your waist. Gojo pushes the back of your neck towards him so that you could be closer as if you two aren’t already close enough. He moaned into the kiss when you bit lightly onto his bottom lip pulling away while gojo tried to chase after your lips. “Please” he begs “I really need you.” You were about to say something but the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you guys made you halt your movements. You looked behind you to see Getou AND choso both standing there.
“Whoops” you said and immediately let go of gojo. You heard gojo huff from behind you. You knew he was mad you two got interrupted. You kind of were too from being cockblocked for the second time... It’s always Getou too. He’s always ruining the moment, you starting to think he wants some too.
“So….” Getou awkwardly started. Everyone was still standing in the kitchen, me and gojo on one side choso and Getou on the other. “What kind of porn do you guys watch”……the fuck? “I like step mom step son porn” you looked at gojo with a weird expression and scooted away a bit. Getou smirked a smile and high fived gojo “me too” they laughed together. You just gave them a grossed out look. Then choso spoke up “I like twitter porn, the ‘vanilla’ stuff so they say” “aweee” you cooed. Choso blushed. “What about you” everyone turned to you… you took a deep breath “No” “oh come on” gojo whined at you. “No” you said yet again but this time you walked upstairs towards Gojos room. You heard gojo yell something but you didn’t hear nor care what he had to say.
While you were in Gojos room you were just snooping around. His room was actually very clean, you’d think he’d be messy but no. All of his figures and accessories sit ontop of a black dresser. You go towards his dresser snooping through the drawers. Underwear. Shirts. Pants. Socks. ‘Boringggg’ you thought. You checked the final drawer and all you saw was black cloth. Being curious as you are you picked up the cloth only to realize it’s not a cloth it’s a black satin bag, which was sort of heavy. You know it’s wrong to go through peoples stuff but…who cares. You opened the bag only to be utterly shocked by what you see. A 9 inch silicone dragon dildo is in the bag. Your jaw is literally on the floor. How in the world can gojo take this. Has he ever used it? The girth on the dildo is insane and you wonder if the ridges in the dildo would feel good or cause a little pain.
“What’re you doing” your soul left your body. It was fucking gojo who creeped up behind you. Grasping your chest you lightly smacked gojo upside the head “the fuck is wrong with you, don’t sneak up on me like that” “you’re the one in my room looking through my things” gojo replied rubbing where you hit him. “Oh yeah…found your dildo” gojo let out a breathy laugh “damn that’s crazy…” you and gojo locked eyes for what felt like hours (it was a few seconds). You huffed and threw the bag with the dildo on Gojos bed. “come here” gojo immediately wrapped his arms your neck brought you down a little. You could tell by the way he kissed you gojo was desperate. He kissed you like it was the last time you’d see each other.
You kissed down to Gojos pale unmarked neck, leaving light bites on it. Gojo let out a girlish Moan and brought his hands up to your hair tugging a little which pulled a low groan out of you. Gojo couldn’t take it anymore. “fuckkk~ please~ I-I need you so bad” you picked up gojo by the back of his thighs causing him to wrap his legs around your waist. You pushed him up against the wall and looked gojo in his eyes he was so pretty. His dazed beautiful blue eyes staring back into yours, his pink puffy lips that had a little slob on them, and the marks on his neck that you created looked so alluring on his pretty pale skin. just made you want to fuck his brains out.
“What do you want gojo” god the way you said his name drove him crazy. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way you were looking at choso when you guys were down stairs. It’s not fair. You’re supposed to be his and only his. He wants you to fuck him and make him moan so loud so choso and Getou can hear how good you make him feel.
Gojo bites his lip and tightens his legs around your waist. “I want you in me.” You smirked “do you really deserve that? You were giving me a lot of attitude downstairs” you fake pout. “No no please I’m sorry I won’t give you attitude anymore..just- please..do something” he sounded so desperate, but you got an idea.
“How bout you fuck yourself on that dildo and if you can make yourself cum without me touching you I’ll fuck you dumb.” Gojo didn’t hesitate after that. He was quick to let you go and scramble to get the satin black bag holding the 9 inch dildo. Gojo took the dildo out the bag and was quick to place it on the floor. He pulled down his shorts and stepped out of them. “No lube?” You asked sitting infront of him on the bed. Spreading your legs open so your buldge on display. Gojo blushed “I- I already prepped myself” you giggled “oh? Were you expecting something to happen?” Gojo didn’t answer you and sunk onto the dildo. ‘fuckkkk” you thought, he let out the loudest high pitched Moan you’ve ever heard from him. As gojo sunk lower onto the dildo he was looking you directly in the eyes. Biting his lip with a slight blush on his face. He was so pretty.
He stayed still for a while getting used to the girth of the dildo. Then he started moving up and down on it. You swear you could’ve came in your pants just at the sight. The Gojo Saturou sitting infront of you riding the biggest dildo you’ve ever seen. He was such a Slut. Suddenly you felt hands on your thighs and you made eye contact with him. You knew exactly what he wanted. “Go ahead” you said . Gojo didn’t hesitate to pull the waistband of your shorts down and pulled out your cock that he loved shoving down this throat.
You loved when gojo sucked you off. The way his lips wrapped around your tip, and the eye contact he made pushing his head all the way down your length drove you crazy. Still bouncing on the dildo gojo pressed his fat tongue on the tip of your dick licking up the pre-cum. He couldn’t wait anymore. He wanted you all the way down his throat.
Gojo wrapped his lips around your length and started going further down making you let out a breathy moan. “Yea baby just like that” you threw your head back and gripped the sheets beneath you. Gojo was getting close from the sight infront of him. He did that. He made you lose your control. Bouncing faster on the dildo gojo started bobbing his head up and down on your cock. You couldn’t take it anymore, you grabbed gojo by the back of his head and started bobbing his head faster. Gojo whined. You could tell he was close by the noises he was making. “You gonna cum baby?” Gojo whined yet again and you pulled him off your dick right before you were about to cum. He made a confused sound before you kissed him, aggressively pushing your tongue in his mouth. Gojo moaned incredibly loud into the kiss and you saw ropes of cum come out of him. ‘Damn’ you thought surprised at how much came out. Gojo came to a stop on the dildo and was taking deep breaths. You smirked “Good job, you ready for your reward?”
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Easy peasy lemon squeezy
Please request stuff guys I’m dying over here >.<
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can u write a top male reader who is their stepbrother or brother (idk your choice I am okay with any bcuz of lacking) with itoshi brothers. there were a lot of fem readers with it but no make readers so I am sad 😢
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿. itoshi sae x m!reader x itoshi rin
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. top!reader, amab reader, bottom!sae, bottom!rin, use of the word "ni-chan", incest, anal sex, blowjob, masturbation, threesome. minors dni.
𝗮/𝗻. yes I can! I'm happy to help the number of male!reader grow in the blue lock fandom. and thank you all for your kind words, I know life doesn't stop and I'm trying to find a way to deal with my loss. This turned out to be longer than planned, but I hope you like it.
Sae and Rin have always been attached to you, following you around, wanting your attention, drowning in every display of affection. Over time, your younger sibling duo stopped working together to be good to you, and as their relationship deteriorated, Sae and Rin began to compete for your attention, silently fighting each other for you, for your love. It started discreetly; Sae would bring you to one of his matches, and once at home Rin would pull you to his room, trying to entertain you with a movie or conversation. Rin would give you your favorite foods from his plate and Sae would surprise you by making your favorite dish for lunch. Innocent, pure. Then it got worse. Rin would give you a hug whenever he could and Sae would give you a kiss. Touches increased as their competition got worse and you didn't had much time to question when one of your younger siblings wanted to sneak up on your lap or sleep in your bed for the night.
One day, a jealous Rin had pulled you away from Sae's arms who was trying to take you to his room and surprising the three of you, slammed his lips onto yours in a sloppy kiss. Sae was the one who separated you two. You expected a rant or a sharp line of how disgusting and wrong that was, instead you were greeted by another kiss, this time Sae thrusting his tongue into your mouth, despite Rin's saliva still wetting your lips. That's when you realized that in addition to football, it was for you that the two competed.
A part of your brain reminded you that these were your brothers and you should push them away and talk some sense into their heads. The other part reminded you that those were your brothers and that was nothing more than their way of showing how much they loved you. You just didn't expect that letting the kiss go and acting like it was something normal would only make things escalate, and not only that, that you would like this new face of your relationship so much.
Kissing became a routine and Rin and Sae pressed their lips to yours whenever they could. They didn't do it in front of people who knew about your parentage and that's how you knew they knew what they were doing. Kisses became touches; hands on your arms, on your legs, then one of your brothers always invading your shower, not ashamed to see you naked and eventually, erections became common whenever something like that happened. You couldn't help it, Rin and Sae were both attractive and there was something hot about them wanting to be as intimate with you as possible.
In a way, it was your fault that your relationship became what it is today. You were the one who got instantly hard when Sae snuck into your bed one night, body warm against yours and smooth legs exposed by shorts finding a place between yours. You were the one who made it clear that you were awake, putting your arm around Sae's slim waist and pulling him closer. You were the one who asked him to kiss you, teeth and tongues, knowing he would never refuse. And when your bodies got hot and bothered, erections pressed together and breaths muffled, you were the one who asked permission to take off his shorts and touched your little brother's hard, wet cock. The moan Sae let out was sinful, cock twitching against your hand, killing the conscience in your head, you brought his hand to your erection and taught him how to jerk you off and didn't stop moving until the mixed semen was staining the sheets.
You were also the one who surprised Rin after a game won by dropping to your knees on his bedroom floor and giving him his first blowjob. Rin had made the most beautiful noises, legs shaking as he tried to stay on his feet, gripping your shoulders as rocked his hips nonstop, coming embarrassingly fast. And on Sae's birthday it was yours idea to give a present that no one else would be able to and after showering him with words of love and sweet kisses, stretched him leisurely and under the bright stars in the night sky, slid your cock inside him through the first time. A year later it was Rin's turn and you made love to him as slow and smooth as you had with Sae.
They competed for you yes, but you found it was easy to get them to get along with you among them, they didn't want to make you unhappy.
"[name]... focus." Sae's voice snapped you out of your stupor. Blinking a few times, you returned your attention to the image in front of you, regaining your grip on Rin's slim waist. Rin was lying beautifully on his back to you, back flushed and making muffled noises of pleasure every time your cock returned inside him. Sae was leaning against the headboard, naked, playing with his nipples with the right hand, the left tangled in Rin's hair as fucked his mouth.
"Be careful with him," you warned, hands coming up to caress Rin's pretty back.
Sae scoffed, pushing his hips against Rin's mouth hard just to piss you off. Rin gasped audibly, nails digging hard into Sae's thigh.
"He's not made of glass, he won't break."
You leaned over Rin, the movement made your cock shift inside him, making his thighs tremble against the sheets and you reached for Sae's hand, releasing his grip on Rin's head. Rin immediately caught breath, eyes watering as he let out a low moan, hand gripping your arm resting close to his head as he took a deep breath.
"Don't be a brat with me, Sae."
"Ni-chan," Rin whimpered, voice cracking as you stopped, cock head perfectly grazing his prostate. "Continues."
"One minute, love."
Sae rolled his eyes at this, pulling the hand away, spittle-covered hard cock against his taut stomach, red head spilling pre-cum.
"As soon as I'm done with Rin I'll deal with you. You better get that lube and start stretching your ass if you don't want to get hurt," you spat. "I won't go easy on you."
Returning to your previous position, you turned Rin around before grabbing his lean hips and pushing your cock back inside him, resuming your previous rhythm. Gritting your teeth, you tried to tear your eyes away from Sae's smug expression, struggling not to be too hard on Rin under you. Sae was the one deserving of punishment there, not Rin. Rin only deserved rewards, as the good boy he was. You tried to remember that even as Sae reached for the lube and started to make a show of spreading herself with deft fingers, your cock twitching inside Rin's tight hole.
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LOOKISM
⋆ — bunny boy .ᐟ ﹙daniel park﹚ .
warning:: gender neu. reader , sub character & nsfw .
bunny boy!daniel who cheers up with a single kiss on the cheek, his puffy tail wagging in excitement as he turns his head to get a kiss on his lips too.
bunny boy!daniel who burns up when you decide to play with his sensitive ears, rubbing away at the softness of his ears, hitting all his favorite spots.
bunny boy!daniel who can't hold himself back from humping at your thigh, hands grabbing ahold of your shoulders, whimpers and breathy moans filling the room all because you decided to play with his ears.
bunny boy!daniel whose cock jumps and leaks all over himself when your finger trails down his back and to his twitching tail.
bunny boy!daniel can't contain his cute little cries of pleasure when your warm and wet tongue meets his perky nipple.
the bunny boy who can not understand why he feels certain ways towards you is now the very same one who become an animal underneath your body – growling, wailing, scratching at you.
he's your very cute, cute bunny boy :3
#this can be abt either daniel's#lookism smut#dom reader#lookism x reader#sub character#lookism#daniel park x reader#daniel park smut#daniel park x reader smut#gender neutral reader#top reader#seme reader#dom!reader#gn reader#sub lookism
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kaeya alberich ﹗
﹒genshin impact
﹒18+ ,, nsfw
﹒male sex, seme male reader, ass eating, overstim, belly buldge, praise kink, hair pulling (reader receiving), crying, begging
﹒ft diluc & jean
diluc groans, rolling up his sleeve to check his watch. “where are they? we were supposed to meet up here 15 minutes ago.” he falls back into a chair, resting his hand on his thigh; his pointer finger tapping his thigh. “calm down diluc, i’m sure they have a good reason..” jean says, sitting down next to dilic and putting a hand on his shoulder; a futile attempt to calm him down.
“w-wait! wait!” kaeya whines, his hands weakly pushing against your shoulders. you nip and suck at his neck, revelling in the way his body shivered against you. “be quiet, you wouldn’t want them hearing us.” you whisper to him, hands trailing his body; starting from his neck down.
kaeya whimpers, his hands now resting at his side whilst he ruts against your leg. you lick your lips, throat drying up as his movements speed up. he needed more, he needed you... but his body was already running out of stamina. he throws his head back against the wall, whining as he feels you rut against him.
kaeya feels tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, the sensation too much for his delicate body. he gasps as you become rougher, the tears his eyes were once wielding finally rolling down his cheeks. “please.. please!” he begs, hands clutching your shirt.
he felt so sensitive, so vulnerable. you force his hips down, the pressure on his dick increasing. he wails, his hands scratching at yours, which are holding his hips. he leaned forward, his lips so desperate to reach yours. you rest your head on his shoulder, your hot breaths making him shudder.
your movements come to a stop, kaeya’s uneven pants finally reaching your ears. you kiss his shoulder, his arms wrapping around your neck and you work on your pants. he watches intently as you unbuckle your belt, watching your pants pool at your feet; whining at your very noticeable buldge.
kaeya chokes on his words, lightly thrusting his hips while letting out whorish moans. you lit his nerves on fire, the pleasure was overwhelming. “fuck! unh! please!—” he sobs, hands entangled in your hair as you lick and nip at his walls. he was sobbing against you, drooling all over his chin. his thrusting into the air stuttered, choked moans escaping his mouth. “close!’ m’ close!—” he cuts himself on with a sob, one of his hands leaving your hair as he covers his mouth; wrapping his legs around your head tightly.
you smile against him, nipping at his flimsy hole one last time before pulling away; prying his legs off you. you watch in amusement as he sobs and chases after you. you wrap your arms around him, kissing his neck softly, nipping at it once before you let you thumb brush his tip, forcing him to cum on the spot.
you watch with lidded eyes as he keeps cumming all over both of you, body shaking as he can't stop, cock twitching repeatedly. his eyes roll to the back of his head, resting his forehead on your shoulder as his shaky hands uselessly cover his cock, trying to stop it from leaking. you shudder at his cold tears dripping down your shoulder, hands resting on his waist.
“well done, my love.” you praise him, watching as his cock leaks from the petname. he was so sensitive he could cum over and over again, sobbing quietly as you rub his back soothingly. you lift him up gently, settling him on your lap as you massage his hips. he barely had anytime to react before you forced yourself into him, relishing the way his body shook and he came again.
your strong hands holding his thighs, head rolled back as he cries out. he grinds against you, begging you too start moving. you twitch at the sight of his blissed-out face as he was almost passed out. his legs instinctively closing only to be stopped by your thighs. the foreign feeling of your harsh thrusts heightened his sensitivity, the overstimulation finally reaching him. he moaned chokingly, throat dry after crying and whimpering repeatedly.
his legs quivering as he cries, tears falling smoothly from his eyes. hips grinding down as he forced another orgasm out of himself. he was screaming, cumming untouched as he mumbles your name. your aggressive thrusts never stopping, he whines, back arching as he spots the bulge disappearing and reappearing in time with your thrusts.
he tugs your face closer by your hair, sloppily kissing you; silencing his moans. his legs spreading further, his hands digging into your back and his flushed face buried into your neck. his moaning now directly in your ear, edging you closer to your release. body twitching as he couldn’t process how many times he came, his self control already lost. his legs wrapped around you, chanting your name like a prayer. at this point, his insides were molded to fit your length.
his loud, useless whimpers being the only thing that told you he still hasn't passed out. your thrusts stuttering, bringing him to tears and incomprehensible pleads. his mind became blank, but before he could start to go limp, you came.
the warmth spreading through his body forces him to cum once more, screaming your name before falling limp in your hold. you pull out softly, watching him flop onto the empty space beside you. you smile to yourself, making a mental note to make this a regular thing.
“...”
“...”
“why’re we still waiting?”
“were not, let’s go.”
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hi... ive been eyeing ur list recently...
why is raffaelo on the waiting list for so long im gonna froth at the mouth PLEASEE
Anyways... will you a m!top!reader oneshot w raffaelo (the villainess is a marionette) hehehe... but please include lace/lingerie. also, slight dirty talk? Thanks~
"Such a good fucking boy"
Bottom!Raphael x Top!Male!Reader.
s.y.s: (i forgot sypnosis arent the characters thoughts 💀) rafaello wears a feminine cloth that can barely cover any of his body parts as per your request. I guess your puppy eyes were just so irreristible to him. He trusts you this much to humilliate himself this way;; he guesses. — Feeling bashfull with Milky skin on display, he averts your prying gaze that already seems to be fucking the life out of him.
TAGS: feminization, Lace, Lingerie, (Bra,Thong, And Thigh-highs. Dont ask me where u got it from u just got it LMAOO) Anal sex, blowjob (receiving), Groping, praise kink, PRAISE KINK in all capitals Etc. Explicit smut. (Rafaello's extra sensitive) u kinda lick his ears lmao , Missionary
WARNING: EXPLICIT NSFW and cursing (reader has a pp 👍) raph has implied mysophobia but isnt disgusted when it comes to yew (ik ik cliche)
Setting: Raphaels office, midnight
MINORS 13 AND UNDER DNI IN GEN. MINORS UNDER 16 DO NOT REQUEST.
Hi hi back again~
nd, .emno! Lmfaoo my bad
I completley forgot about it anyways... im here to serve nonetheless. Plus muscular men in feminine clothing makes me go crazy...IM SERIOUSLY NOT JOKING i was js so busy and caught up with shs i forgot ever creating public fics of fucking these manhwa dudes (euntae hwang u r not safe even if ur webtoon alrdy ended)
I also made a broken ring reference~ lets see if u can find it yessir
"Come on raphael, dont be wary of me." You spoke, voice tinged with delight. Raphael coudnt help but shudder. He feels so... exposed. So vulnerable. He averts his gaze to avoid your prying eyes, taking up every inch of his figure. "You can take that robe off." You leaned in, whispering close to the ends of his ear.
"Yes.. y-yes i know.. just give me a second." He managed to mutter out. Trapped between the figure of your body and the ends of his oak wood desk. Raphael felt his breath hitch as he tried to compose himself, unsure of why he even dolled himself up in such shamefull clothes.
He scrunched his eyesbrows, his face hot from the heat. his fingers managed to get ahold of the robes tie. Untying it with need as you snuggled your face deep into the crook of his neck. Your hands firm on the desk hes sitting on.
As he managed to loosen the ties, your eyes immediately went to take a look on the brallete. Hugging his firm chest that looks so out-of-place. The straps of the bra digging onto his broad shoulders and cupping his tits awkwardly. Then... to his cock. Laying inside a thin piece of black fabric that he wanted to hide by squeezing his thighs. Also covered in a translucent piece of fabric, digging onto the flesh of his legs.
This is quite the dream, you snickered. Your hands aching with need to palm every inch of his body. What is there to hide? You hummed. His face clear of pure embarassment. Waiting for a response as he clenched his fist.
"Dont...dont just stare." He managed to speak. Barely above a whisper. And quite unlike of him. A sought out bachelor of the empire, and a Proud knight. Wearing such things, doing... such things. He felt himself burn with even more embarassment. Yet he feels a odd sense of comfort, it doesnt feel disgusting when you touch him. He presumes. It.. doesnt feel bad at all. And it made him ache, ache to finally Touch and love someone without feeling like you've got shit shoved down your throat.
You grinned a little, placing soft pecks on the corner of his neck. still not roaming your hands onto his tempting body.
He stiffled his breath a little, managing to keep his patience intact. Feeling so desperate and needy for the first time, that it made his skin burn. His lower abdomen fluttering, his eyes slightly widening as you kissed his earlobe. Putting soft pecks for him to remember and reminiscence for the rest of the week. Your hand snaking up gently and palming his thighs, the fabric soft under your touch.
"dont do that.. hah..." he breathed out, covering his mouth by his hand. "Why not?" You laughed. You breath hot against his ears.
"It.. it makes me feel strange." he muttered.
Yet you let out a soft giggle, tilting your head to lick and softly bite his ear under your teeth.
"But i havent done anything strange yet?"
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"Ah..." raphael softly grunted, shaky as he saw your Cock tap his lip. His face red and hands clenched to a fist between his thighs. Raphael looked up at You, Unsure of what to do. Yet you just chuckled, "you dont need to if you dont want to. Sweetheart." Yet the raven stood his ground, firmly. "No.. no i can.. i will take it." He muttered. His hand reaching up to position your cock on the front of his lips. His hot breath evident on your tip. "We...hah...already reached this far." He mumbled. His eyes half lidded as he opened his mouth, enveloping your tip.
As seconds passed, raphael looked more frustrated. More and more the way he coudnt take your dick down to the base and envelop it fully, Yet you were always there to whisper sweet praises, so much, too much that it made him shudder. Raphael pants out, taking his mouth off your cock to catch his breath. And his rough hand taking the place, picking up pace as he jacked you off with a mix of precum and salivia.
The way you called for his name, your hand softly touching his hair as a way to plead him to keep going, to keep being so good for you. It made him feel all warm inside that he has never felt for another person. And maybe because you were letting him do what he wants to do, and not forcing him to it. "Just like that, Ah.. fuck." Your voice hitched, his teary red eyes looking up at you with a pleading expression.
His robe draped onto his muscular figure, his hand stroking your cock in sync with his mouth, what kind of heaven is this? And fuck. His plump lips that stretched around your cock drove you insane. It turned you on even more at the fact your conserved lover is also.. well quite enjoying this. By the fact that raphaels cock strained under the lacy thong.
"Raphael." You breathed out his name. You cock pulsating needily inside his mouth.
Raphael looks up at you with curiosity, stopping at his tracks as your cock made a dent onto his cheek. "Ah... fuckk..." you cursed.
"Come on sweetheart." You grunted, pulling him up from the ground and gently pushing him on the desk you were sitting on. And not even a moment later, raphaels needy expression, was soon eliciting sounds you were dying to hear.
His voice was quite low, husky and deep. Breathless even, still trying to process the thought of sucking your cock about 5 minutes earlier. "Haah...hah.." he moaned. Shuddering under your touch. Groping his thighs gently, feeling the untouched parts of his body THAT if you were a random person, he'd probbably be killing.
Raphael bit his lip. Feeling you lick up a stripe on his neck as you let his leg rest onto your shoulder. His low voice quite muffled as he felt your slick cock thrust against his clothed one. Feeling more turned on than ever.
You panted, stroking your cock a little as you pushed your fingers deep into your mouth. Prepping your fingers at his tight entrance. And yet, raphael felt himself harden at the sight. He whimpered. Anticipating from whats about to come next.
"Thats it, good boy. Breathe, in and out.." you murmured. Kissing him on the lips as you let your fingers circle around his tight rear. He choked as his legs bended, his knees shoulder level as he held onto you for dear Heavens.
Raphael let out a a uncomfortable moan, your first finger sliding in. Slowly by slowly, till it reached to your knuckle. He shifted, his ass clenching and unclencing awkwardly. "Shh, Stay still sweetheart. You wont be able to take all of me at this rate." You whispered. Laughing softly as you Licked and rubbed his ear under your teeth. Making him shudder in pleasure.
As your second finger went in, raphael let out a hitched whine. Feeling your two digits slowly pump in and out of him. Scissoring his insides with almost electrifying like prescision. The thong he was wearing was soaked, soaked with his precum and your own dick juice from earlier.
"Y-Y/N. Do not tease me any further. I will.. i cant.. i-.. nngh." Raphaels words were cut, cut into desperate breathless sentences. And that spurred you on even more, you cant take it anymore either. With one sigh, you leaned back and kissed his fabric-clad calf. His thong underneath your fingers as you pulled your digits out, making him whine at the loss.
Yet he gasped, another much more larger intruision teasing him. Teasing him at his very rear end. Raphael averted your gaze and bit his lip, hiding his eyes with his forearm. Bucking his hip onto thin air. Waiting, waiting so patiently for you to take him and fuck him with pleasure.
And, ofcourse, you didnt even have to think twice as you entered his tight ass. Grunting as he clenched snd unclenched rapidly. You were quite amused, the esteemed knights cock was already gushing with precum. Twitching badly. He was so sensitive it hurt. It hurt that it was so embarassing.
With another sigh, you began picking pace and thrusting your cock in and out with a gentle demeanor. "Good boy." You muttered, leaning in as you grabbed his legs. "Taking me in.. so well. So good for me." Raphael groaned. Drool leaking from his pretty lips as he whined. Still covering his eyes, unable to look at you with a perverse shame.
"Mmh....f-Fuckk.." his voice cracked, your cock hitting a sensitive bundle of nerves. His regal facade already crumbling before your eyes. And only replaced by a obedient slutty cutie.
Raphael bucked his hips upwards as you began picking up a faster pace. Holding onto his ankles or thighs, or anything at this point. "Nngh...nghhh..." he moans, feeling your cock pound into his ass relentlessly. But yet... such in a gentle manner.
" wanna cum deep inside of you sweetheart. " you whispered. Your hand snaking up to fondle his firm chest. "You want me to fill you the brim darling?" You chuckled, sending shivers down his spine as he shuddered in pleasure.
"I.. i dont know a-anymore. I. A.ahh.." he whimpered. "Ah, ah ah!" Raphael moaned even louder. Feeling your cock pump into his ass even harder, he was close. So fucking close to this unknown feeling once more.
And with one slightly forcefull thrust, raphaels eyes shot wide open. and his pretty mouth half open as a lewd broken string of moans accompanied his body, convulsing as you felt him tighten around you. Tighten so hard feeling as if your cock will get chopped off. White long ropes splattered onto his muscled abdomen, and onto his firm chest, staining his brallete translucent strokes of Cum.
And with the sight alone, you felt your cock pulsate with need. You immediatley leaned in to occupy his lips, and which he leaned back to eagerly. Riding the remnants of his orgasam off as he felt your own seed fill him. "Mmh..mhghm...mg y/n..y/n." He muttered your name, almost like a mantra. his voice tainted with the lewd sounds of sloppily salivia mixing together.
And with one final thrust, you both collapse on the hard oak wood desk. Catching your breaths as raphael clinged onto you. Still twitching as he tried to compose himself. He closed his eyes tight as he wrapped his legs aroumd your torso.
"Good boy." You grinned. Panting.
"Such a good fucking boy."
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I got very determined to make this bc of this exact pic... (when i was looking for a fic banner lmao)
HIS TITS AND ABS AND WAIST UWAHHHH
IT LOOKS LIKE HES GETTING POUNDED FROM BEHIND I HATE MYSELF OH MY GOSHH such grabbable waist omg i wonder how no one ever thought of fucking this sweet thing 🙏🙏
ok good night hope u guys like that anyways 🙄
#top reader#top male reader#reader x character#seme reader#raffaelo kidrey#raphael kidrey#male reader#smut#lemon#fanfiction#fluff smut#manhwa#the villainess is a marionette#TVIAM#mihwee🐈⬛
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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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I'm literally obsessed with your writing, it's wonderful. Can i ask for a male!reader fucking a tired vincent after so much work and problem solving like a lord, just him exhausted, easy and lazy letting the reader do what he want with him? Thank u goddess
thanks bae, aaaaa vincent.. he's so damn hot 😩
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cw: dom reader, male reader, slow and relaxing sex, bitting, vincet is very tired :(
vincent looked incredibly beautiful lying on his side, while you hugged him tightly around the waist and your cock was parsimoniously burrowing into his hot insides.
"my lord, you work so hard… when i finally have you in my arms i can't control myself." you mention kissing and smelling his silky hair. as your hips rocked into his body.
vincent was so physically exhausted. he could only whimper softly and let out soft sighs. he hardly spoke and only murmured your name when you penetrated deep inside.
you fucked him gently but determinedly, while your hands groped and squeezed every part of his body, biting his shoulders and leaving marks all over his smooth skin.
you licked his neck and left kisses all over his jaw.
you felt vincent's breathing slow down more, almost as if he was going to sleep. so you took your momentum and gave him a hard thrust, causing him to whimper loudly and his back to arch more towards you.
"HHGN, NAME!"
"don't forget i'm still fucking you love, don't fall asleep and finish for me."
you said kneading his buttocks and squeezing him. your hands could not stay still and you sought to stimulate him everywhere. you wanted to see him at the limit.
you gave a hickey on his neck leaving a visible light reddish mark. tomorrow it would be a nice bruise.
vincent stirred and faced you. his eyes were glazed over from sleep and he had a silly grin on his face.
"go ahead and fuck me until i cum, i'm tired honey." he mentioned caressing your face.
you took one of his legs and pulled it up to your chest, to get better access to his ass and fuck him deeper.
you felt your balls slap against his ass with each penetration you gave him. vincent's body was moving violently and both of your bodies were overflowing with heat and sweat from the constant movements.
"more… more, i'm - to the limit…" vincent moaned biting his lips and squeezing your chest with his hands.
his fingers curled in excitement and his face contorted in pure pleasure. his eyebrows drew together and his mouth opened wide and he couldn't control himself.
from one moment to the next you had your chest stained with the essence of your lord as he whimpered like a little dog. it was so exciting that you too could have come with something as simple as that. but you needed more and more. you wanted to cry. you wanted to cry.
you were so simple and he had you eating out of his hand. when he finished cumming he winked at you and kissed you slowly, caressing you with his beautiful hands and then he fell asleep next to you.
and you still with a fucking erection that couldn't be fully satisfied.
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Can someone make this..?
Like sangwoo and the reader
But like the role being reversed, like we know that sangwoo is Dom I guess, but like the reader isn't sub like never a sub they hate being sub
And when sangwoo tries to do something to reader then Boom! Reader it out of the ropes and suddenly pinning sangwoo into the ground of the basement
Like I just wanna see like instead of the reader suffering it's sangwoo, I want to see this men crumble
It doesn't matter if it's cn or cnc, idc I want it, I'll even read it if we eventually kill him it doesn't matter.
That's all please can someone write this?
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thinking about spanking a bratty sub who can't keep his mouth shut.
“you had so much to say earlier. what's got you so quiet, hm?” you ask, giving his reddened ass a firm squeeze before slapping it harshly. he let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched yelp at the impact, squirming under your hold—bent over your lap. the way he mewled softly as he pathetically tried to rut his cock against your leg was so cute. if only he was like this all the time. “this is what you wanted, right? to be put in your place..?”
through his quiet sobs and whimpers, he managed to choke out a ‘fuck you’, which earned him yet another spank. his back arched slightly as he cried out in agonized pleasure, whining quietly at the sting left from the impact. he instinctively bucked his hips into your lap, trying to chase an orgasm he didn't realize had been building inside him until now.
you would think he'd learn not to push your buttons after this, but no.
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Imagine the golden boy as your personal slut the person everyone looks up to and adores cockwarming you as soon as you guys get home.
He may ignore you or whatever painting you as the weird kid to his friends but who really cares when they are riding you using your cock as their dildo.
The same person who volunteers to help out children is begging for your cock on the daily their whole routine messed up if they dont have it. Even getting as desperate as too fuck in the school bathrooms not caring who hears.
You basically own him at this time point - holding the key to his caged penis a reminder that he needs you, a plug in their ass at school and a mini collar that he takes everywhere. I'd be shocked if he wasn't in love with you at this point.
You can use him when ever and where ever and he'll take it after all he's your personal slut.
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Just got back from an angst x reader type of troupe, Anyways– Can I request a scenario where we'd fuck Venti until he's begging for us to fill him stuffed? ..
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you didn't waste any time, quickly deepening the kiss and picking venti up. his arms wrap eagerly around your neck, allowing you to shove your tongue in his throat. his breathing was uneven and settling at a fast pace, and his heart was pounding. you threw him on the bed, following soon after and settling on top of him.
kissing down his neck, you start to pull his shirt off. him eagerly tugging at your shirt, a whimper following after. you start to nip and suck at his chest. a small and quiet moan leaving his swollen lips. his eyes following your every move, watching as you pulled off your pants and undergarments. finally getting your pants off, you grabbed his arms and pinned them above his head, stopping any movement from him.
you kiss him roughly, his desperate whines and pants fueling you. you pull him closer and kiss him, distracting him from the finger that was circling his hole. pushing the finger in gently, his eyes widen, and he clings to your neck. his nails make nice work of your back. your finger slowly penetrates him. "fuck.." he whispers, his legs quivering.
sliding another finger in, you start a more brutal pace; his whimpers becoming louder. "mng! f-fuck! slow dow-ngHh!" you ignore his pleas, continuing down his neck before you reach his nipples, slowly kissing and sucking them. his body reacting to the stimulation, you pull your fingers out, leaving one more kiss on his chest before you pull away. his body shaking and aching for your touch.
you let the slick from your fingers lube your dick. you pull him closer, his hips touching yours. the tears still falling from his eyes. "please.. i need you.." he begs, his arms wrapping around your neck. you slowly enter him, his arms tightening and his legs quivering. "mhn, fuck.." he cursed under his breath, his nails dancing down your back.
he pants and whimpers, "f-faster, please go faster." he begs you, his vision blurring from the threatening tears. you give in to his wishes, picking up the pace and pleasuring him farther. his threatening tears finally spilling as he convulses. “ungh! please!— fuck, please!” he begs, body thrashing and his toes curling.
“use your words, or else i won’t know what you want..” you tease, your fingernails gently scratching at his tip with every word. he sobs loudly at the action, his nails scratching at your shoulders. “unh!— please.. please!! i need you... need you to— unGH!” he cuts himself off with a loud moan, mouth agape and silent whines leaving his mouth as you pound into his prostate.
his loud sobs and moans turning you on. "fuck! i-i can't, plea-ngHa!" his orgasm hit him hard, he desperately clings to you. his hands move to his dick, holding it to try and stop the pain. your pace never faltering, and his sobs never stopping. “i-i... please! — fill me! oh my god — i need it, please!” venti begs, his body shaking uncontrollably.
the overstimulation making him hazy, his sobs loud and evident. "fuck, please!" his hands push on your chest, trying his best to make you stop. “i- i can’t! — y/n, fuck! i can’t!” he cries, feeling as your hips stutter and you cum inside of him. he smiles, shaking as he cums again.
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˖°☁️.☆🥛𝘾𝙊𝙒𝙎 𝙂𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙊🥛☆.☁️°˖
cw: ₊₁₈ᴍᴅɴɪ. ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴅᴜʙᴄᴏɴ(?). ᴛɪᴛꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ. ᴘᴇᴛɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ(ʙʀɪᴇꜰ.) ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ. ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʟᴀᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴀꜱ ʟᴜʙᴇ. ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴘɪᴇ. ɢʀᴏᴘɪɴɢ. ʙᴇʟʟʏ ʙᴜʟɢᴇ. ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍꜱ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ(ꜱ) ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ. ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ/ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ /ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ. ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ (ꜱʟᴏᴡʙᴜʀɴ) ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ <3
✦ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴜʙ!ᴄᴏᴡ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ!ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴏ ʜᴀʀᴀ x ᴅᴏᴍ!ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ!ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴡ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴜᴍʙ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ!
ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɢᴏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀꜱ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ, ʜᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀᴋ ᴏɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ: ʀᴇᴛɪʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙɪᴅ ꜰᴀʀᴇᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏɪʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜᴇʀɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ʟᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴄʜɪʟᴅ.
ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ ɪɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀʀᴍ.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏꜱᴛᴀʟɢɪᴀ; ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɪᴛꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴛɪɢɪᴏᴜꜱ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴄᴇʟʟᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴛᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ Qᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛꜱ ᴍɪʟᴋ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴘꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴇꜱᴛ ᴍɪʟᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇɢɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛꜱ ᴇꜱᴛᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.
ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴄᴀꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ᴏɴᴄᴇ-ᴜɴʀɪᴠᴀʟᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇᴅ, ʙᴏᴀꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴜɴᴘᴀʀᴀʟʟᴇʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Qᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ʀɪᴠᴀʟʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʀɴɪꜱʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ.
ɪɴᴛʀɪɢᴜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴡꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴜᴘᴏɴ ꜱᴀᴍᴘʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ꜰᴀʀᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀꜱᴛᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɪᴛꜱ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ꜰʟᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇxᴛᴜʀᴇ. ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱɪɴɢʟʏ ʟᴏᴡ ɪɴ ᴄᴀʟᴏʀɪᴇꜱ.
ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴏɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ ᴍɪʟᴋ, ᴀ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴛɪʀʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ʀᴇᴍᴀʀᴋᴀʙʟᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋ, ꜱᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ɢʟᴏʀʏ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇɴᴇᴡᴇᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴏʟᴠᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏ ʜᴀʀᴍ ɪɴ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏꜱɪᴛʏ.
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ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ—ᴀ ᴄᴏᴡ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ, ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ-ꜰᴜʀʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴊᴇꜱᴛɪᴄ, ᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀᴍɪᴅꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴀʏɪɴɢ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅꜱ. ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀᴜꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴋɪᴘ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴜʀᴅʏ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴜʀ, ʜᴇ ᴇxᴜᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀᴜʀᴀ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀɴQᴜɪʟɪᴛʏ. ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇᴅᴅɪꜱʜ-ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ɢʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ, ʜɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴋɪɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴠɪɴᴇ ᴇxᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ.
ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴡ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ, ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ꜱᴛɪʀʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɢɴɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ. ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ, ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʟ ᴜʀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ.
ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇꜱɪꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴀɴʏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴜʀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴇɪɴꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ, ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇꜱᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ, ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴇxᴘʟɪᴄᴀʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇꜰɪᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ.
ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ? ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ? ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ: ʙᴇꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ. ꜱᴜʀᴇʟʏ, ɢᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴡ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ, ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜʟꜰɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇꜱᴛ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ.
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ.
ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ɢᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱ; ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ.
ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴡ'ꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ. ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ꜱᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴊᴏʟᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ. ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴅᴜᴍʙ, ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴏʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ.
ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛꜱ ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʟʟꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅꜱ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇᴅ.
ᴏʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɪʟʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴇʟᴇɢᴀɴᴛ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴜꜱʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ꜱʟɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴜɴ ɪɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴏᴡ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴀᴄQᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.
"ᴡᴏᴡ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇʀ ɪɴᴅᴇᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜰᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ," ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ʜɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏɴᴇ, ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴄQᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ, ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱɪʟʟʏ.
ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ, ꜱᴛʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅꜱ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ; ɴᴏ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ.
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ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴀᴠᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ, ᴄɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴠᴀɢᴜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴇɴᴛʀᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ʙᴏᴠɪɴᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴇɴꜱᴜʀɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ʙᴇɪɴɢ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ.
ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴡᴀᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜰᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ. ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ, ᴡɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.
ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɢᴀɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ. ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴇxᴄᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪʟᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ. ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ɴᴜʙꜱ, ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛɪɴʏ ᴍᴏᴏꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀᴄᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪʟᴋᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴏꜰꜰ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ.
ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀᴡ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ. ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛ ᴅʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴀɴ ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ��ɪꜱ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ꜰᴜʀ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇɢɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴇɢɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ,ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ.
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ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴄᴛ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴜᴘ, ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴘʟɪᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ,
ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ. ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ʙᴀᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ. ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ.
ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ Qᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴜᴢᴢʟᴇᴅ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ꜱᴜꜱᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ. ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛꜰᴜʟ ɢᴀᴢᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ?
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ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ'ꜱ ᴡʜɪɴʏ ᴍᴏᴏ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴍɪʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀʟᴏʀ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴄᴋ ᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ɴᴜʙꜱ, ʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴʏ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅʀɪʙʙʟᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ. ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴘᴏᴘ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴅᴜʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ, ᴜɴᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇʟᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ. ᴘʟᴀᴄɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴀꜰᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴠᴀʟʟᴇʏ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀꜱᴛꜱ. ʀᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴘᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏʙꜱ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏ.
ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴏʙᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜꜱᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴜꜰꜰʏ ʜᴏʟᴇ. ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ꜱʜᴜᴅᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀꜱꜱᴀᴜʟᴛ. ᴀᴅᴅɪɴɢ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴛ, ᴏʙꜱᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.
ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ꜱʜɪᴠᴇʀꜱ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ʟᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴘ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴜꜰꜰʏ ʀɪᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱQᴜɪʀᴍ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜱᴏʙʙɪɴɢ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʜɪᴘꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ, "ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ʙᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ," ʏᴏᴜ ɢʀɪɴ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ꜱɴɪꜰꜰʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ɴᴏᴅꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ.
ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴘᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴛ. ꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘʟᴜɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜʀᴜꜱᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴠᴇɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴀɴ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ. ʜɪꜱ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴀʟʟꜱ ꜱᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇꜱᴛ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢᴇᴅ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜɪᴍ.
ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴘʟᴜɴɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴀꜱᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱQᴜɪʀᴍ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏʟᴅ, ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʟᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.
ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ꜱᴋɪɴ ʙᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀʀʟᴏʀ, ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ɢᴀꜱᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ. ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴍᴏᴀɴ ꜱʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏʀꜱᴏ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙᴜᴍᴘ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴏᴜʙᴛᴇᴅʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ. "ʟᴏᴏᴋ," ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴏᴇᴅ, "ꜱᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ, ʙᴀʙʏ." ʀᴜʙʙɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴍᴘ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ɴᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪɢɢʟᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʜɪᴘꜱ, ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴀɪʟ ᴡᴀɢɢɪɴɢ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ.
ɪɴᴄᴏʜᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴏᴏ'ꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪᴘ ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜱᴄʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴘᴜʀᴄʜᴀꜱᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴀᴅ, ʜɪꜱ ʟᴇɢꜱ ꜱʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ. ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ.
ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜱᴏ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪꜱɢᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ!
a/n: you can tell where i stop grammar checking lol . sorry for the long wait! repost would be heavily appreciated <3
tags: @nesli26 @chikai-k
#sub character#atsv smut#miguel o'hara x male reader#bottom miguel o'hara x male reader#top male reader#atsv miguel#miguel smut#seme male reader
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Happy 1k! I was kinda shy abt requesting for seth but then I saw your post and I was like👀 everything for my pretty meow meow
I'll request for a drabble- male reader with seth(ennead)+prompt 11 + (content) degradation
‧₊˚⊹ sub seth x male top! reader
prompt: "you’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught."
cw; drabble, dom reader, male reader, degradation, hard fuck
inspired by this video
words; 471
1k event
you had been fucking seth for hours and he didn't seem to understand every time you told him to shut up. he screamed like a whore, as if you had never fucked him before.
"fuck seth, "you'd better be quiet if you don't want to get caught."
as you penetrated his ass on all fours you leaned on his hair and shoulder to pull him closer to you so you could go in harder.
"(namenamename!), it's too... so- aaaagh- good."
"i know you're all slutty for my cock, but shut up, you're annoying."
seth whimpered, taking your own hand and directing it to his mouth to quiet his moans.
yes, that's better, you said, increasing the movements. you didn't even know how many times they had already cum. only that seth's penis was licking all over the sheets and his asshole was completely filled with your cum.
you loved watching seth's ass bounce on your cock. it was big and wide enough to take it. you loved stopping penetrating him to watch him all desperate to be the one self-penetrating. taking it all in.
your cock filled with your own cum and seth's fluids was pumping in and out of his asshole, staining the redhead's own back as well as your abdomen. your balls still full of semen kept banging against seth.
you felt the warmth of his entrance squeezing you so good. it was driving you crazy. you couldn't hold back and every now and then you were cumming inside him. but you were still so hard and eager to break and abuse seth even more.
and he didn't seem to mind, as you kept silencing his cries with your hand he would look at you from time to time with a face full of desire pushing you more on top of him.
such a slut
"y-you're so...so big.... i need you, more more, more." seth gasped, pulling your hand out of his mouth and rolling his eyes excitedly as he smiled sadistically.
you penetrated him again, hard, without pulling out, as you moved closer to his face, making him moan from how deep you were in him.
"you're so dirty seth, you're such a fucking pervert," you said, pulling his hair and watching as the redhead still smiled as strands of saliva ran down his mouth.
"i am, i am, i'm a dirty bitch, just yours," he whimpered, starting to move, looking for friction, he couldn't go a second without you getting him pregnant.
you smiled loving to see this part where seth didn't care how bad you treated him, he gladly took it all and enjoyed the dirty sex they had.
“so you can't live without me fucking you, seth?"
he nodded repeatedly. he was totally into sex, anything you told him he was going to take.
#niilue's 1k event#seth#sub seth#dom!reader#ennead seth#dom reader#seme male reader#sub character#ennead mojito#sub ennead#top male reader#male reader#sub boy#smut#seth x reader#seth x smut#ennead x smut#ennead#seme reader#male top#tw:links🔗
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Can anyone send me links of the most darkest dom reader, you've ever read since I'm feeling dark rn-
Idk what type of hardcore kink it is as long at it is dark-
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