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Forgotten But Not Forgiven

(Inspired by a fic I read, I can't remember the name but if anyone finds it lmk so I can tag/credit the author)

You had been around for a long time, longer than most of the surviving gods in this era of the world.

You were not, however, credited for your deed towards humanity and its successes.

You had risen to power around the same time as Morax. It would be safe to say he would not have risen so high without you.

While you had only been a minor god, your intelligence had proven to be quite useful in the era of strength you were born into. An era of buff toddlers, you used to say.

Using this intelligence, you had decided to aid the up and coming Morax in the Archon War, as well as before it. You gained many followers due to this, as well as territory.

You did your best to protect your people, but you could only do so much against the raw strength of the power hungry deities wanting not only your lands, but your intellect as well.

Morax and his precious Guizhong had pressured you into a contract. forcing you to abandon your people to give them the upper hand in the war. You had agreed on the terms that your people would remain unharmed and safe.

This was not the end result that occurred, much to your sadness. You had been tricked by the infamous duo of the earth.

Prior to this deception, you had been close to the two gods, to the point where you could have said they were your friends and confidants. You hadn't thought of the possibility that they were using you for your power. You had thought that they were truly as loyal to you as you were to them.

You wanted to kill them both right then and there, tear them to shreds where they sat, watch as their confident body posture wilted as they passed on to the next plane of existence. But, you were not only bound by contract to see them through to a throne of the Seven, you were craving a deeper revenge, one much crueler than a quick and merciful death.

Over time, your anger concentrated onto one of the two, Morax. You had found out that Guizhong had not known that your people would be sacrificed to win the war. Once she had found out, it was too late.

Some time before her death, she had tried to reconcile with you. However, you were not so keen as to forgive her so easily. So, you made a deal, a contract.

She had to help you retrieve your lands back, as well as any descendants of what were once your people. She had agreed, desperate to regain your friendship.

The hard part was sneaking around behind the now Rex Lapis' back, as he seemed to always want the dust goddesses presence. Lucky for the two of you, he had the pressing matter of sorting out his new found responsibilities. Not so lucky for the two of you, he wanted Guizhong's help to do so.

This sparked a fight between them, pushing their already strained relationship further and further. This would be one of the last times they would talk.

Guizhong seemed to drift farther away from Morax as she drew closer to you once more.

You had to admit, you had missed her during your time apart. Her quick wit could rival your own on some topics, and her compassion was refreshing in the world of war and violence.

After regaining your land, and setting up ways for your people to prosper, you had continued to draw closer to the lady of dust.

That's why, when she perished fighting for the lord of geo, you felt as if you had once again been stabbed in the back. Deep down, you knew she had not meant to leave you all alone again, but you could not process that in your grief.

But this time, you would not publicly display your anger. No, this time would be different.

This time, you would not be forgotten and thrown away like useless trash.

After all, He was the reason she was gone. He was the reason your people had been so brutally wiped out and your lands had been taken from you.

He would pay for what he had done.

(I might work on a part two or more, lmk if I should!)

𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 kazuha x m!reader — 5.1k words, not proofread, minors do not interact

TO NOTE: strangers to lovers, mentions and use of alcohol (no drunk sex though), kazuha and reader are roommates, sort of college / modern au, morning sex / sleepy sex, praise, pet names (good boy [?], angel, uh i cant remember sorry), aftercare is not written but it is given, praise teehee, reader rides kazuha, kazuha jerks reader off, lmk if i missed any thanks :3

KAI SAYS: GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!! birthday post im now 20 that sounds so old euugghh

Rent was hell.

Your minimum income, which was mostly spent on necessities and college fees, was barely able to pay last month. And now with inflation, you weren’t sure how you were going to make it through another year.

But, there was always hope. It was only the beginning of June after all.

Last week, your friend introduced you to a website to find roommates. Having a roommate would solve a few of my problems, you thought as you scrolled through the site on your computer. For one, the rent would be split between the two of you, which was much more manageable than right now. And, for two, you would get to actually talk to someone every day.

It would be a win-win situation if the two of you got along.

After a few days of thinking everything through, looking at different people’s profiles, because the site was a “Tinder for roommates,” as your friend had put it, you found a man that matched your preferences.

Kaedehara Kazuha.

From what you could tell by his profile, he looked like a sweet man. His profile picture was set to a white cat, and you can see his hand atop its head, gently petting against the cat’s ears. You hadn’t met him in person yet, but through text, you’d managed to get to know him a bit.

The two of you texted about your hobbies and Kauha told you about his life. He was getting a degree in poetry at a college near your house, which is why he selected the area. He told you earlier today about himself. He liked to eat fish and go drinking out. He liked staying with animals he liked warm weather and sunny days, and he liked to spend time with his loved ones and friends.

To be honest, he seemed a bit too good to be true.

But, you think, I suppose some people are just like that.

With a content sigh, you shut your computer. You’d texted Kazuha and the two of you had planned for him to move in today. It seemed a little quick to you, but Kazuha said he didn’t really have anything big to move over. According to him, he’d only be bringing one suitcase and backpack.

Yesterday, you cleaned out the guest room—well, know his room. It was tedious work, something you hoped you wouldn’t have to do again. Ever. But, you supposed it would be worth it in time.

So now here you were, sanding proudly with your hands on your hips smiling at your spotless house. Kazuha better like it here… You think. Your hand goes to run through your hair gently, combing it back. You’re about to flop down onto the couch and maybe take a nap—only for the familiar tune of the doorbell to ring through the house, echoing and bouncing off the walls.

Your head snaps backwards, a nervous smile making its way onto your lips.

You rush to the door, ignoring the slight shake in your step. Your heartbeat quickens and you don’t know why. Kazuha’s a nice man. You remind yourself, though you don’t think that’s why you're nervous.

Slowly, you unlock your door and turn the doorknob with your other hand. And there, standing to greet you is your new roommate. Kaedehara Kazuha.

You greet him with a polite smile, cracking open the door just enough to let him inside. The roll of his suitcase from the sidewalk outside up onto the flooring of your house sends a loud ‘Clunk! Clunk!’ sound and you wince a little.

You shut the door behind you, schooling your expression as you turn back to Kazuha. He trunks to you quickly and smiles gently. “Ah,” he says and his voice is so soft when he speaks, “I’m Kazuha, but I suppose you already know that.”

You introduce yourself, finishing off the same as him with a short, “but I suppose you already knew that too.”

He nods politely a small laugh flitting out of his lips. You lead him to his new bedroom, helping him carry his backpack as he lifts his suitcase, not wanting the wheels to dirty the floor. Kazuha takes a look around, his smile being ever present as you drop his backpack by the door.

“It’s nice here.” He comments, turning his gaze from you to his bedroom.

A bashful grin makes its way to your lips. “Thanks.” You murmur. “Cleaned just for you.”

With that, he’s looking back at you. “Just for me?” He responds, and there’s an edge of playfulness that lies beneath the overlaying gratefulness in his tone. “Thank you.”

You just nod, not fully trusting your voice.

After a moment, Kazuha sits down at the edge of his bed, tracing his hands over the expanse of the duvet. “We should go out sometime.” He says and you blink. You’re face feels warm and you hope Kazuha doesn’t see.

“Like…” Your voice trails off, leaving your sentence unfinished. Like a date? You wanted to say, but your lips don’t seem to work.

Kazuha seems to take note of this, chuckling softly. “Just to get to know each other better. Doesn’t have to be anything fancy.” He gives you a comforting smile and your nervousness seems to dissipate when you look at him.

“Ok.” You agree. “We can plan something for after you’ve gotten more… settled in.”

Kazuha’s smile widens and he gives you a nod. “Thanks.”

You take a deep breath, before speaking up again. “I’ll leave you to it then.” You turn on your heel before walking out of Kazuha’s new bedroom. You shut the door gently before speed-walking to your room and collapsing onto your bed.

Your breathing comes out in soft puffs as you bury your face into a pillow, curling yourself on your bed. What the fuck was that? You cry mentally. You grip onto the bedsheets tightly. Your heart is beating fast and you think it’d beat tight through your ribs if you don’t calm down soon. You bring your hands to your face, dragging them across your eyes. “I’m fucked.” You curse quietly. Kazuha’s so nice! You know you probably won’t even last a month without developing some sort of feelings for him and that scares you. 

You… don’t want to ruin what little the two of you had managed to build up in the past week. As little as it was, you like what you have with Kazuha. In the back of your mind, though, there’s the nagging feeling for more. You want to get closer to Kazuha, you want to spend time with him.

Maybe that date of his wouldn’t be too bad.

With a heavy sigh, you twist your body to lay like a starfish, sprawled across your bed. You turn your gaze to your window, squinting as the sunlight fans through the glass and into your eyes. If you just ignored any feelings that developed, they would just go away, right?

The first six days with Kazuha were… different from your usual routine, to put it simply.

On Monday (because everyone knows the week starts with Monday and not Sunday!) you awoke to the smell of food wafting through the house. You were instantly up and out of bed, barely managing to throw on a shirt—backwards—before you stumbled into the kitchen.

You were taken aback by the sight that greeted you.

Kazuha, in his pyjamas and an apron, was humming a soft tune as he cooked something on the stove. He turns once he notices you, standing in shock by the doorway. “Ah,” he said, “I see you’re finally awake.” He humed, using the spatula to plate a scrambled egg. He handed you the plate and Archons it smelled good. “I made breakfast. Used some of your food, if you don’t mind.”

You absentmindedly nodded, entranced by the way he moved around the kitchen, putting things in the dishwasher, plating his food, and turning off the stove. All of those were such ordinary things, but, for some reason, it just made you more drawn to him.

You brought your plate to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, still watching Kazuha. “Thanks for breakfast.” You murmured after a few bites. “It’s really good.”

“Well, it’s only natural I repay you somehow.” Kazuha said before sitting down beside you. “You basically lent me your house to live in.” He joked.

“Our house now.” You responded. “Since you’ll be payin’ half the rent.”

Kazuha nods, taking a bite out of his own breakfast. “I plan on spending the week organizing my stuff. Nothing big, just getting everything tidy.” The two of you sat in comfortable silence, basking in the warmth of the summer weather.

Besides that, Monday wasn’t anything eventful.

Tuesday was spent helping Kazuha. Cooped up in his room, the two of you went through his clothes and belongings, organizing them into his closet and drawers. Kazuha had a decent amount of clothes, which were the bulk of what he brought.

You talked and talked and talked with Kazuha. He was so sweet. You swore you’d told yourself that a million times by now, but it was always true. Kazuha’s laugh was soft and kind, he laughed at all your stupid, cheesy jokes, no matter how unfunny they were. He’d help you cook meals—much better than you ever could.

Tuesday was when you had come to realize that maybe you were enjoying his company a little too much. But, you thought, he’s just… fun to be around.

You used that excuse for the rest of the week.

Kazuha was just… nice. Everyone would enjoy his company like this. You were no different!

It was a pathetic excuse, but it was pathetic enough for you to cling onto.

Wednesday you and Kazuha went out and you showed him the neighbourhood as the two of you walked to the store for some groceries. Kazuha took an oddly long time looking through the fruits and vegetables section, eyeing each piece we selected carefully before placing it into the plastic bag we used to carry everything.

It was endearing.

After a good forty-five minutes of walking around the store, the two of you finally decided to head to the cashier for check out. Kazuha was polite as he made idle chatter with them, but you couldn’t help the frown that pulled at your face.

You were right there. If he wanted to talk to someone, why couldn’t it be you? You were sure you were more entertaining than that cashier worker.

But you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind. You pulled out your credit card, expecting to pay, only for Kazuha to gently pull your hand back. “Let me.” He says gently. Your eyes dart to him and your face flushes when you feel his hand graze gently over yours as he pulls it back.

He wanted to pay for you.

Ah, if you hadn’t fallen for him yet, you sure as hell had now.

He taps his card quickly and you barely manage to make it out of the store while avoiding Kazuha’s gaze.

Things only started to set in on Thursday.

You’d woken up with a heavy migraine and a grumpy mood, so it didn’t come as a surprise that you didn’t want to talk to anyone. Unfortunately, that also included Kazuha. And yet, Kazuha didn’t push you when you refused to talk to him while the two of you ate breakfast.

“Good morning,” He had said in greeting. “How’re you?”

You don’t respond, only taking the plate of food he’d set aside for you. You’re swift to finish your food; shovelling it into your mouth and not even bothering to wait for Kazuha.

He, on the other hand, still had that oh-so-sweet smile of his plastered across his pretty lips. “I’ll take it you’re not feeling great, then.” He murmurs. Kazuha gets up from his seat beside you before handing you a glass of water. “You should drink up. Water’s very good for you, so I’m sure it’ll help you a bit.”

You do as he said, chugging the glass of water in one go. “Thanks.” You whisper. Those were the first words you said to him that day, and you could already feel your migraine easing up. Kazuha is like magic, you think, he fixes everything without even trying.

You gave Kazuha a half-hearted smile before placing your plate and utensils in the dishwasher and heading to your room to take a nap. Naps always seemed to ease your headaches.

As you collapsed on your bed, snuggling up under your heavy duvet, your thoughts drifted back to Kazuha. He was sweet, but you’d also come to the realization that he was handsome. His hair was always up into a ponytail, with that little section of red swooping on top of his ear. His eyes are quite pretty, too. You thought. A shimmering red that often matched the clothes he wore, sparkling as he laughed. And his hands, they looked so gentle as he carried things around. His fingers worked effortlessly as he wrote his poetry in that small notebook of his.

“This man,” you whispered to yourself, “is too good to be true.”

On Friday, Kazuha let you have the honour of brushing and tying up his hair.

He’d caught you staring at him as he sat on his bed, his fingers wove through his white locks. With a raised eyebrow, he beckons you over, handing you a red hair tie. “Mind helping me?” He asked softly.

You complied eagerly, scooting behind him. You ran your hand through his hair, gently scooping it behind his shoulders. Kazuha let out a soft hum, as he nodded in content. Carefully, you pull his hair into a ponytail, twisting the thin band to wrap carefully around it a few more times.

“There.” You said. “It’s done.”

Kazuha turned to face you, his knees pressed much too close to yours. “Thank you.” He grinned, grabbing your hand to rest in between his cool ones. “I really appreciate this.”

Your face flushed, an embarrassing warmth coating your cheeks. You brought your free hand to scratch awkwardly at the back of your neck before mumbling out a response. “No problem, Kazuha.”

Saturday was spent planning the two of your guys’ “date” that would be happening on Sunday.

Kazuha suggested a picnic, and you couldn’t help but agree. Maybe it was the thought of spending a day with him, or maybe it was how he wanted to spend a day with you, but you knew you would’ve agreed to anything he said.

The picnic would be on Sunday, in a park the two of you found online.

After a very successful planning session, the two of you spent the rest of the day preparing and packaging food for the picnic.

It was somewhat chaotic—but it was also fun.

Kazuha taught you how to make his favourite sandwich, how to toast the bread perfectly, and how to cut each one into little heart shapes. All with a soft smile dancing on his pretty lips as he guided your hands gently, easing the knife into the bread.

Archons, you were fucked. How’re you supposed to live with him, like this, every day?

And now, it’s Sunday; the day of the picnic.

Your foot taps nervously against the floor of your bedroom. What am I supposed to wear? Yes, you do know you’re probably overthinking this, but you can’t help it! Not when it’s because of Kazuha! You have to make sure you’re always looking your best!

Your cheeks puff out as a heavy sigh leaves your lips, eventually settling on your outfit of the day.

Finally ready, you nervously open the door, heading out to meet Kazuha in the kitchen.

He greets you with a smile and a call of your name. His arms find their way around your waist in a tight hug and you blink. Oh, oh, oh, oh—what do I do!? When did he get so… touchy?! Not that I’m complaining but—You stand frozen, yet Kazuha doesn’t seem to mind. He pulls back with his signature smile. “You’re ready to go?” He questions, taking a step towards the front door.

“Y-Yeah.” You manage to stutter out. “I’m ready.”

“Great!” He grabs your hand, leading you out of your shared home. He doesn’t let go as the two of you walk to the park. With the picnic basket in his free hand, Kazuha still grips yours gently as he leads you. His thumb runs over the skin of your hand absentmindedly. You think it’s supposed to be a calming gesture, but, it only makes your heart beat faster and your face go warm.

You eventually find yourself in a large field, small flowers adorning the grass. Kazuha tugs a blanket out of his bag, laying it over the grass. He plops down on it, patting the space beside him as he does. “Sit with me.” He says.

You comply quickly, placing your own basket down and taking a spot beside him. “...Thanks for doing this with me.” You murmur, giving Kazuha a shy glance.

He only grins in response, digging through his bag and handing you one of the sandwiches you prepared yesterday. “It’s nothing, really.” He smiles, and you feel a tingle go through your hand where his finger brushes over yours. “I like spending time with you.”

“I like spending time with you too.” You match his expression, your lips pulling into a smile. It hasn’t even been a week, and yet it feels like you’ve known Kazuha for years.

Kazuha grins, reaching into his bag. “Good.” is all he responds before pulling something out. Is that a wine bottle? “Now, would you like a drink?”

You… never took Kazuha as a drinker.

And yet, here he is, drunk out of his mind as slurs slip from his lips. Kazuha calls out your name, his head slipping onto your shoulder as his hands grip the blanket the two of you are sitting on. “Do you…” He trails off. “Do youuu… wanna watch th-the sunset w’me?” He slurs his eyes fixing on yours from his position on your shoulder.

You cough awkwardly. “Kazuha.” You say softly, easing his head off your shoulder. “It’s four-thirty in the afternoon. The sunsets not coming out anytime soon…”

“B-But—” He whines. “It woulda been soooo romantic.” Kazuha grins, his eyes lolling shut as he slumps against your chest this time. “Jus’ you, me, an’ the flowers.”

“Oh, Kazuha.” You sigh. “I’d love to watch the sunset with you, but we have to get you home before dark. It’d be dangerous walking out drunk at night.”

“No!” He cries. “I could… could protect you… from th’danger.”

“Nope.” You say, trying not to let his words affect you. “We’re going home now, okay?”

“Okayyyy.” He whines, dragging out the word as he says it. “But only—only cause you said so.”

“Good.” You wrap an arm around Kazuha, right under his shoulder as you help him stand. You leave him for a bit, turning around to pick up the blanket and his bag. “Kazuha!” You call, and he’s instantly behind you. His arms wrap around your waist, pushing his face into your neck.

“Hm?” He coos. “D’ya need something?”

The warmth of Kazuha’s breath fans over the skin of your neck, goosebumps rising lowly. “N-Need you to carry your stuff.” You mumble. Your hands remove Kazuha’s from your waist, shifting to grab his wrist as you gently drag him off you. “Let’s go home now.”

Carefully, you take Kazuha home, not really minding his drunk ramblings. He goes on and on about the sunset, about how he’d stare into your eyes and giggle while he holds your hand and the sun sets.

It is endearing seeing him drunk out of his mind and yet still so lovey-dovey.

It only takes the two of you a fifteen-minute walk to reach your home and you’re quick to open the door and let Kazuha in, the two of you dropping your stuff as you help him up the stairs, your arm wrapped snugly around his waist. He slurs your name again, his pretty red eyes meeting yours. “C-Can we cuddle…?” He whines and you instantly turn your head, wanting to hide the warmth on your cheeks.

“I…” You whisper. “You’re drunk. Let’s just get you in bed first.”

“Noo!” Kazuha cries, planting his feet on the ground, stopping you. “Y’always make me wait! Made me wait for our date, now you're still makin’ me wait when I jus’ want cuddles!”

“Kazuha, really, maybe we should—” You try to protest, only to be interrupted.

“Please,” Kazuha whines pitifully, “Jus’ for a bit.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, letting out a deep exhale. “You’re still drunk,” you start, “but fine. I guess some cuddles won’t hurt.”

Kazuha grins happily, snaking his arms around you, just under your arms as he lifts you into the air. “You’re th’best!” He slurs. “Come, cuddles time.” With that, he’s lifting you up and carrying you over into his bedroom.

He tosses you gently onto the bed and you land with a quiet: “Oof!” Before you feel the bed dip as Kazuha joins you. His arms find their familiar place around you and his nore presses into the back of your head as he twists your body into a spooning position with his. One of Kazuha’s legs is haphazardly thrown over yours, and you feel completely engulfed in, well, Kazuha.

“You’re so handsome.” Kazuha whispers into your hair. “My handsome boy.” He presses a kiss to the back of your head, and you have to remind yourself that Kazuha is drunk. He won’t remember any of this, nor will he ever act like this again.

Still, you end up leaning into the touch, falling asleep slowly, basking in Kazuha’s comforting warmth and love.

When you wake up, Kazuha’s body is tangled with yours. His head is on your chest and his arms are wound tightly around your waist. One of his legs is positioned between yours, his knee pressing against you.

You tug him closer, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours. Kazuha’s head dips between your shoulder and your neck, nuzzling into the spot. You can feel the small puffs of air his lips let out against your skin as he breathes, matching the pattern of your heartbeat as he does.

You grin, pulling yourself to sit up—only to be yanked completely down by Kazuha. “Don’ move, please.” He whispers. “Need t’feel ya.”

“Kazuha.” You complain. “You’re not even drunk anymore—”

“No.” Kazuha murmurs. “Need to feel you.” As the words leave his lips, he shifts his body, pressing his hips flush against your ass. 

Something firm pokes into you from behind and—

Oh.

That’s what he meant by feel you.

Kazuha’s hips start a steady grind against you, pushing his erection into your ass as he murmurs breathless nothings into your ear. A desperate whine slips from his lips as he slowly moves his hands from around you to on you, roaming your chest and up your neck.

“Need you.” Kauzha murmurs slowly. “Need you so bad.”

“I know.” You say, turning onto your side to face Kazuha.

He smiles at you, bringing a hand to cup your cheek. “Please let me have you.” He whines.

You smile, leaning into his touch and pressing a soft kiss to his nose. “Of course, you can have me. I’ve been all yours from the start.”

Kazuha’s lips press against yours as he gently pushes you to lie on your back against the bed. His hands trace your sides, going from your neck to your hips as he pulls your pants down. He releases you from his kiss, the both of you gasping for air as he yanks down your boxers with impressive speed.

A soft whine slips from your throat, needily grinding your hips into the air. “Kazuha…” You moan, needing his touch desperatley. “C-Can you just—”

“I know.” He coos, trailing his hand to your hard cock. “I know, pretty boy, but I jus’ wanna take my time with you, ‘kay?”

You hesitantly nod, bringing your hand to thread through Kazuha’s hair as he peppers an assortment of kisses all over your cheeks. His hand starts a slow rhythm, gliding up and down the shaft of your cock slowly.

His grip is teasing, the way he squeezes up as he reaches your tip, dragging the pad of his thumb down your dick as he does. Kazuha’s fist moves quicker, watching as your eyes scrunch up in pure ecstasy from his ministrations. “That’s it.” He murmurs encouragingly. “C’mon, I know you’re close…”

A gasp leaves your lips as Kazuha drags his thumb over your slit, rolling it and smearing your precum everywhere, watching with nothing but a pleased smile as your hips frantically twitch in his hold. He smiles, pressing a kiss to your neck—right bellow your ear before giving the spot a teasing lick.

Kazuha’s hands work at your dick again and again, sliding with a steady rhythm up and down until your brain feels muddled and hazy. You grip at his wrist, not knowing if you want him to stop or keep going.

“K-Kazuha,” you whine, “please.”

A soft laugh leaves his lips and he once again kisses your neck. “Shh.” He murmurs. “Be patient, my dear.” With that, he’s pressing a harsh bite into your supple skin, letting his teeth graze over before digging them into you. A loud moan slips from your lips, your dick twitching over and over until your eyes are squeezing shut and thick ropes of milky white shoot from your tip all over your tummy and Kazuha’s hand.

“O-Oh.” You manage to squeak out. “You’re good at this.”

Kazuha smiles, helping the both of you sit up—with you in between his knees with his erection still pressed into the curve of your ass. He rolls you over, bringing your hips ontop of his as he pulls his leaking cock out of his pants, watching intently as you practically drool at the sight.

“Ride me, please.” Kazuha whispers, his desperation clear in his tone. You wrap a hand around his dick, rolling the pad of your thumb against his tip before lifting your hips. You line him up quickly, feeling the head of his cock push against your hole. Your mouth drops open, a low whine leaving your lips.

Slowly, slowly, very slowly, you sink down on his cock, taking him all the way in. You’re about halfway in—from what little you can tell—when Kazuha grabs your hips. His eyes are teary, staring into yours as he grabs the fat of your ass, and pulls you down.

A loud moan slips freely from your lips and you collapse onto Kazuha, the both of you panting heavily.

“A-Archons.” He whispers, his fingers rubbing smooth circles over your hips. “You’re so tight, angel.”

Angel.

He called you angel.

You bury your face into Kazuha’s neck, taking in his scent as you breathe. “Kazu…” You whine. “Need you so bad.”

“I know, pretty.” He whispers. His grip on your hips tightens as you lift your head off him and look into his eyes. His deep, red eyes. “C’mon. I’ll help you, ‘kay?” He smiles, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips before leading you to sit up above him. His finger taps against your waist before he starts. “Lift your hips f’me.” Kazuha instructs and you comply quickly, lifting your hips before dropping back down.

As soon as you drop down, Kazuha’s tip knocks against your prostate harshly and you cry out, your hands barely managing to find purchase against his shoulders. “Good boy.” Kazuha whispers sweetly, running his hands over your chest. “Jus’ like that…” He murmurs. “Think you can keep going?” You nod eagerly, lifting your hips again only to drop down.

Your thighs shake but you don’t care! Not when it feels so good to be bouncing on Kazuha’s dick like this. Not when he hits all those good spots that make you see stars as your eyes roll back.

“Kazuha.” You moan out, rocking your hips tirelessly up and down his dig. You can feel the drag against every vein against your walls, the way he nudges just right against your prostate. Your eyes roll back as your dick twitches against your tummy, drooling pre uselessly as you ride Kazuha up and down, over and over again.

“T-That’s it, pretty.” He whispers. Kazuha’s hands come to grip your ass again, picking up the pace for you as he starts to buck his hips up and into your awaiting hole. “I—holy shit—I’m close.” He whimpers, and you swear there’ll be bruises from how tight he grips your waist. “Need to cum—” He whines, his eyes squeezing shut.

You nod your head eagerly your ass squeezing so tightly around him as he picks up the pace, fucking into you harder. You need to feel him, feel him shoot his load into you. You need it, need Kazuha, need every part of him.

Every time he thrusts, you feel yourself get closer and closer to that sweet release the both of you seek. “Kazu…” You moan out. “Close, close—need you t’k-keep goin’”

“I know.” He whimpers. “I know, ‘m not stopping.” Your eyes rolled back, the familiar warmth building in the pit of your tummy. The way Kazuha’s hands trailed over your thighs—everything he did was begging your body to surrender to the familiar pleasure.

“A-At the same time.” You plead, gripping onto Kazuha’s arm. He only nod, his eyes squeezing shut.

You clench around him and Kazuha throws his head back against the pillows as he buries his dick into you, his hips meeting yours in one final, harsh thrust. He pulls your body close, his arms wrapping tightly around you as he whispers sweet nothings into you.

You feel him cum, a thick load going right into you. You whine, tightening so sweetly around him as your own orgasm hit. “H-Holy…” You whimper, not hvaing the energy to finish your sentence. Your dick twitches between the two of you and you cum. Hard.

Kazuha’s grip around you tightens as he doesn’t even bother to pull out. He grabs the blanket, bringing it over the two of you as he nuzzles your face into his neck, your body still twitching.

Archons. You think, watching Kazuha’s eyes close gently. The sunlight falls onto his face, like a golden halo around his perfect features. How long has it been with him? A week?

Only a week, and you’d managed to fall in love.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @helloanime @kiekole (send ask without anon to be added)

© KISSENTURINE. do not translate, plagiarize, edit, or repost

𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 tartaglia x m!reader — 3.8k words, not proofread, minors do not interact

TO NOTE: amab reader, reader is a dom at first then switches halfway through, reader is mentioned to be wearing lingerie, light feminization (childe says pussy once), use of good boy amongst other pet names, light degradation, praise (for both reader and childe), childe sucks reader's dick, childe also eats reader's ass, cockwarming (childe can't take it LMAO), no aftercare written but it is given, childe licks ur fingers to clean them, mating press, dirty talk. lmk if i missed any!

KAI SAYS: almost 4k words of pure smut haha but like omg i wrote this so late at night with my tip so pls spare me AND!!! this is my return post so...

Tartaglia knows you’re doing it on purpose now, because how can you not be? He whimpers, his cheeks flushing a rosy pink as he feels you clench around him. “Baby, please.” He whines out, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I-I can’t—baby, it’s been thirty minutes.” Thirty minutes he’d been buried to the hilt in you; his dick hard and twitching as it stuffes you full.

Tartaglia whines. He could faintly hear the sound of you taking a deep breath, but that’s not what he was focusing on. No, he was focusing more on the way you squeeze him as you inhale. It was on purpose, he knew you couldn’t just be faking this.

With a deep breath, doing his best to steel his nerves, Tartaglia pressed his thumbs into the joysticks of his console again. “I…” He murmurs softly into the skin of your neck. “I don’ think I can beat this level.”

“No.” You coo in that sickeningly sweet voice of yours. “You can.”

Tartaglia nods his head, your encouragement helping lift his mood somewhat. But, true to his word, he dies yet again. Tartaglia lets out a pathetic whine when he’s greeted with the ‘You Died!’ Screen for the nth time tonight. This bet was made specifically with his torture in mind. You knew he would never beat this level, so to “motivate” him, as you put it, you would sit nice and still on his sensitive cock until he beat it.

“Can’t you move just a little, please.” Tartaglia begs, his dignity long gone. You’re evil for this, he thinks, but all of that is lost when you shift your hips slightly, his mind going blank at just the smallest friction.

He feels his tip bump your prostate, and Tartaglia knows he’s hit it when you moan out, your mouth right by his ear as his fingers press harshly against the buttons of his game console. “P-please!” He whines again. “I-I need you t’move, just a little, just a little, please.”

“Maybe, if you last another thirty minutes, I’ll consider it.” You hum, and Archons Tartaglia thinks he's losing his mind with the way your breath trickles over his ear. “But, if you make it through the level…” Your voice trails off, but Tartaglia knows what you meant.

If he makes it through the level, Tartaglia could finally fuck you. Push you against the bed, wipe that stupid smirk off your face, maybe make you sit on his face until you cry. The options, at least to him, are endless.

You trail your hand over the neck of his shirt, and Tartaglia’s eyes dart from the screen to you. You, all dressed up in your white lace panties and thigh highs, with your chest arched against his chest and here he was, still fully clothed.

Well, only thanks to you.

You, like the cruel man you are, wouldn’t let Tartaglia strip. You’d forced him to watch as you changed, stripping off your pyjamas and slipping on the lace lingerie while he sat there, half sure he was drooling. And then you’d gone and pressed him to the edge of the bed, forcing him to sit as you pulled out his leaking dick, not even bothering to pull his sweats all the way down. Then you sat your pretty hole on his dick, and Tartaglia couldn’t pull his eyes away from the way your ass practically swallowed him whole.

And then, began this whole ordeal of pure torture.

You’re sat on his lap, facing Tartaglia as his arms wrap around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder as he looks over your body and behind you to the console gripped tightly in his hands.

Tartaglia’s eyes dart to you, and they widen as he watches you shift on his dick, your tip forcing its way over the hem of your panties, now drooling pre all over his shirt. Tartaglia squeezes his eyes shut. You press a kiss right under his ear and Tartaglia twitches inside you. You let out a lewd moan and he doesn’t think he can take it anymore.

Not another thirty minutes, or another five.

Tartaglia’s hands shake, and he’s forced to watch his in-game character die again. “Fuck…” He whispers, trying not to roll his hips into your heat. “I… You’re torturing me. Can’t take this.” He whines.

You shake your head. “C’mon, baby.” You coo, using the nickname Tartaglia always uses for you. It sounds almost mocking the way it slips from your pretty lips, but he doesn’t dwell on it. “You might wanna hurry up, or I’ll have to pull out my old dildo to help me…”

No! Tartaglia thinks, and he voices such thoughts with the aggressive shake of his head against you. I can do better than a stupid dildo!

“P-Please don’t.” he says weakly. “I’m trying, I’m trying.” Tartaglia starts to concentrate on his console once again, doing his best to ignore the squeeze of your ass and the warmth of your walls.

Your tip drools pre across his shirt, twitching gently against the fabric. Tartaglia’s mouth waters. He wants to taste you, wants to bury his face between your thighs and lick every drop up. It’s an indulgence he wants to become reality more than anything.

“Can I at least touch you, please?" he asks desperately, gaze not leaving your tip. Tartaglia wants to be closer to you, to have a hand on your soft skin, to play with your dick that was so close to the cumming. He’s ready to do anything in order to make you cum, to feel you pulse around his dick. He’s losing his mind, and the game was the least of his worries. Tartaglia wants you.

"Touch me before you finish the level, and there'll be consequences." You hum. "And trust me, if you think this is bad, just wait until you see what I have in mind." you press your lips gently against Tartaglia’s neck, trailing from his adam's apple to that sweet spot right under his ear. "I'm sure you'd deprive some sick form of enjoyment from that, though."

Tartaglia whimpers at the threat. He doesn’t know what would be worse: the current situation or the punishment you offer. Sick form of enjoyment… His mind echoes. He would most likely enjoy anything you gave him right now.

And like an answer to his prayers, you shift on his dick again. Tartaglia watches as your tip pokes above the fabric of your lace panties, even higher than before. The used-to-be white was now a dark grey with the way your pre had stained and wet through the fabric. Your panties were completely soaked through, the bulge from your dick covered in pre from your leaking tip, poking just above the hem.

Slowly, you tug your dick out of the panties, making sure to slather your fingers in your precum before pressing them against Tartaglia’s lips. "Clean them up." You whisper, and the sound of your voice almost makes him melt.

The instant your fingers press against his lips, Tartaglia is eagerly licking them into his mouth, his tongue swirling your digits around and coating them in his spit. He didn’t hesitate to continue sucking on your fingers, despite knowing they were already clean enough.

“Such an eager boy,” You murmur as you yank your fingers from Tartaglia's lips. There’s a string of drool that connects your hand to his pouty lips as he gives you another pleading look.

“Will you let me touch you now?” He begs, “Please, I’ve been so good for you!” Tartaglia licks his lips, savouring the faint taste of you. He wants more, he wants to grab you by the waist and bury his face between your thighs and suck you off until you’re nothing but a mess inside his mouth.

You bring your fingers back down to your dick, swiping them over your tip and harshly pressing them against Tartaglia’s mouth. “Suck.” You command in a harsh voice, completely ignoring his previous question.

Tartaglia’s lips go back around your fingers again. He doesn’t need to be told twice when you’re the one telling him. He easterly laps at your fingers, ignoring the drool that threatens to spill from the corner of his lips. You press your fingers down against his tongue and he chokes lightly, lifting his blue eyes to meet yours,

When you finally pull your fingers out of his mouth, Tartaglia buries his head into your neck about to ask to touch you again—only for you to beat him to it. “You get two minutes to touch me, but you can only use your hands.” You start. “And, we have to stay in this position. No pulling out or thrusting." You press a kiss against Tartaglia’s lips. "Think of it as... encouragement to finish the level faster."

Tartaglia nods happily at your words, pulling off your neck to get a better view of you. “Thank you—thank you, baby, needed this.” He slurs as his eyes rake down your exposed body before honing in on your sensitive cock. He wishes you’d let him lick that instead of your fingers, but you were clear on your rules for the two minutes.

Tartaglia has two minutes, a whole two minutes to make you feel good. There’s no way he’s let them go to waste.

He wastes no time when the game is finally paused. Tartaglia cups your balls gently, feeling the weight of them in his palm. He massages them slowly, his thumb rubbing up and down the underside of your dick, feeling the warmth and the leaking pre that slipps down your shaft. Tartaglia knows nothing can make you cum in this position, but he can make you squirm, he can tease you.

His other hand wanders up, his fingers ghosting over your skin, drawing circles around your nipples before pinching them gently. He wants to hear you moan, to see you writhe. Tartaglia needs to know he was pleasing you. He gazes at your face, waiting to see a reaction, anything to show that he’s making you feel good.

Your eyes roll back and your dick twitches hard against Tartaglia’s hand. “T-Tartaglia…!” You moan out, your back arching into his chest. Tartaglia’s fingers pull gently at you nipples, tweaking and twisting the nubs between his thumb and pointer finger. Your eyes roll back and Tartaglia whines at the sight, sliding his thumb faster up and down your dick, rolling it over your tip before sliding it against your slit.

He feels your hole clench around his dick, and Tartaglia has to squeeze his eyes shut in concentration to stop himself from bucking into you. He’s about to roll his hand again when it’s suddenly pushed away from your leaking dick. You yank his hands off your nipples too, panting as you do. “Two minutes have passed.” You mumble.

Tartaglia knows you were close from the way you sounded to the way you jerked your hips into his hand. “I’m sorry.” He whines, sounding like he’s carrying the weight of the world in his heart.

With a deep breath, Tartaglia focuses back on the game again, he hopes that this time he’ll finally beat the level. He’s determined, he wants to make you cum, to please you. He needs to win.

You slump against his shoulder, clearly needy. Tartaglia sucks in a breath. You were so close. He thinks. His focus turns back to the game, moving the joystick and pressing the rounded buttons as skillfully as he can manage with you taking his cock to the hilt,

Tartaglia feels you lean forward, your hands dipping under the hem of his shirt. “I wanna see you…” You whine and his face flushes. Tartaglia doesn’t have time to respond before the game console is slipping from his hands and you’re tugging his shirt off his figure.

Another eternity passes as Tartaglia picks up the console once again, doing his best to beat the level. He closes his eyes—just about to give up when the victory music blasts throughout the bedroom. “Finally—fuck, fuck, baby.” Tartaglia groans, tossing the console and pouncing on you.

His lips press against yours, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth. Tartaglia is kissing you harshly, his lips flush against yours as your tongue gently swirls with his.

He pulls away after a minute, both of your faces flushed and panting. “I-I’m sorry it took me so long.” Tartaglia apologizes. He wants to please you, make you cum, see you lose control just because of him. He was desperate to feel you squirm against him, he wants to see the way your face would twist in pleasure when he fucks you just right.

Tartaglia slowly pulls out, hissing as he leaves your comforting warmth and is met with the harsh, cold outside air.

“Let me take you, please…” He begs, his eyes filled with desire and the need to have you. Tartaglia wanted you—no, needed you. His hand wanders back to your dick, wrapping his palm around your shaft and quickly jerking you up and down at a messy pace.

Tartaglia would do anything to have you come undone on his dick.

“Uh-huh.” You whine, and Tartaglia thinks it’s cute how all your confidence diminishes the instant you're offered some dick.

He watches you twist your body to lay flat against the bed on your back. Slowly, your legs splay into the air before you pull them back and bend them at your knees. Your ass, all empty and clenching around nothing, is now fully exposed to Tartaglia. Your hole is stretched already, from the much too long of a time you spent just sitting on his dick. Your own cock lays across your tummy, twitching and drooling uselessly,

Tartaglia sucks in a breath at the sight of your hole. His dick is throbbing at the sight, pressing angrily against his tummy, so hard and needy. He wants to do nothing more than bury himself inside you, to feel your warm muscle clench around him once more.

Slowly, he lowers himself into a kneeling position right in front of you. Tartaglia dips his head to your ass, pressing light kisses across the curve of your thighs. He trails his mouth down to your dick, taking the tip into his mouth. His eyes roll back at the feeling of finally having you in his mouth. Tartaglia sucks harshly, bobbing his head up and down your length. He runs his tongue over the underside of your shaft.

Tartaglia swirls his tongue around your overly sensitive tip, watching and depriving pure enjoyment of the way your hips buck into his mouth messily. You throw an arm over your face, trying to muffle your breathless moans and flushed face. Tartaglia gives you a harsh suck for warning, letting you know that if you don’t remove your hand now, things would get worse.

You, of course, comply, pushing your hand to the sheets and clenching them in your fist.

Tartaglia hums happily, the vibrations travelling across your shaft. He feels you twitch in his mouth and your legs thrash beside his head, squeezing and pulsing by his ears as he goes faster, making sure to let the drool spill from his lips as he moves his head.

Tartaglia pushes his lips down to your base bringing a hand to fondle your balls gently and you whine, your back arching off the bed. Your hand goes to tangle itself into Tartaglia’s hair, pushing your dick deeper down his throat. “I—holy shit—I’m c-close!” You whine, and that was enough of a signal to pull off your dick.

Tartaglia smears kisses across your ass, ignoring your desperate whines and cries, before eventually leading to your puffy hole, all nice and stretched for him. He’s quick to bury his mouth against you, already feeling his brain go mushy at the feeling. His tongue slips into you easily, and you whine at the feeling.

Tartaglia fucks his tongue into you with great fervour, not even caring for his hard dick. All he can think about is the taste of you on his tongue, the way your hole clenches down so nicely against his mouth and those sweet, sweet moans of: “M-More, please, need you so bad!” That slip from your lips and get his hips rocking his dick into the side of the mattress.

Tartaglia’s tongue pushes and prods into you, again and again until he hears you moan loudly. His eyes dart up, barely able to catch the way your back arches. Your legs shake around him yet again, your thighs squeezing around his ears, which only drives him to thrust his tongue into you further. Drool slips down his chin, but he doesn’t care, all he wants is to taste you again, and again, because, fuck, if he died right here, between your thighs, he would die a happy man.

“Right there!” You cry, Your legs threatening to squeeze tightly on Tartaglia’s head. He pushes his tongue in again, thrusting it in and out of your hole with a scary precision, making sure he hits your prostate every time.

“O-Oh, my—fuck, can’t take it!” You whine and he smirks against your tightening hole. “I need you, please, please, please, pleasepleaseplease!” You’re a complete mess, babbling nonsense as he eats you out, eyes rolling back and legs shaking in ecstasy,

All it took was him shoving a finger in, curling it in time with his tongue, for you to cum. Tartaglia eagerly pulls off your ass, watching as your dick twitches against your tummy and ropes of cum shoot from your member. He waits until you're finished before pressing his face against the mess you just made and licking it clean.

Tartaglia looks up at you from his position against your belly. “I….” He whines. “I’m still hard.” He gives an apologetic smile before going back to his first position in front of the bed, this time standing up. He lifts your collapsed legs, throwing them over his shoulders as he slaps his cock beside your limp one.

As quickly as he can, Tartaglia grabs the bottle of lube from the nightstand and smears it all over his shaft. “Help me out, pretty boy.” He whines and you whimper at the nickname. Slowly, you push yourself onto your elbows just enough to push your hand to his dick and help him spread the lube.

Tartaglia doesn’t even bother to continue once you start, only throwing his head back with a loud groan. “That’s it, o-oh, archons you’re good at this.” His eyes squeeze shut and Tartaglia has to stop himself from cumming on the spot for the nth time tonight. He doesn’t even bother to lube your hole, only murmuring a sweet, “This pussies wet enough for me, right?” before he’s pressing a messy kiss to your neck.

“Not a pussy.” You slur, but he doesn't take any mind.

“D-Don’t worry, baby.” Tartaglia coos as he presses his thick tip against your weak hole. “Promise it’ll feel so good…” He wants to be inside you, to make you come again and again.

And suddenly, he’s halfway in, the thick of Tartaglia’s shaft being swallowed almost whole by your pretty ass was almost enough to make him cum right then and there. You whine lowly, back instinctively arching into him, forcing yourself deeper onto his dick.

“Fuck, baby, look what you do t’me.” He groans, pulling out so it’s just his tip stuck in your pretty, clenching hole. Tartaglia fucks his tip into you, watching it messily slide out then in, then out then in, over and over again until he can’t take it anymore and can’t help but want more.

Tartaglia—like the pathetic man he knows he is—can’t take it anymore. He pushes in fully, but just before he does, spits a large glob of drool from his lips to the tip of your spent cock watching it twitch under the feeling. He laughs, watching your dick twitch back to life. “And to think you get off to me spitting on you.” He murmurs, before finally thrusting in fully, in one, harsh movement.

The moan you let out is so pretty and high, and Tartaglia can feel his balls grow heavy at the sound. Your voice isn’t nearly as loud as the lewd squelch of his dick pressing in, in, in and against your prostate, his tip knocking easily at it.

Tartaglia pistons his hips into you, basking in the moans and pleas for “more, more, more!” that slipped from your pretty lips. He’s pounding into you, and Tartaglia watches your head fall back against the pillow. Your hands shake as you desperately reach out to grab onto the sheets for leverage as he pushes your legs up, leaning down onto your body as he forces you into a mating press.

And, oh, Tartaglia feels like he just slipped so much deeper into you, and with the way your walls squeeze and clench and you moan his name like a mantra—Tartaglia is sure he’s just died and reached heaven.

His thrusts start to lose their rhythm, but they still manage to fill you up so much that, before Tartaglia can process what’s happening, you're crying out, your ass clenching so tightly against him he thinks he sees stars.

“I—I’m close, ‘m so close!” You cry and Tartaglia can’t help but bury his face into your neck as he thrust into your ass.

“Me too, baby.” He whimpers out. Tartaglia reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers with his much larger ones, before letting out a loud moan. “Together, please, baby, cum together.”

And you’re eagerly nodding your head, a mix of “yes” and “please” leaving your lips. Tartaglia isn’t even pulling out anymore, just knocking his hips against yours—no rhythm or pattern, just instinct as he squeezes his eyes shut.

“Cummin’ o-oh—fuck!” You whine and Tartaglia instantly does too, feeling the way your dick spurts thick ropes of white onto your chest and his only drives him to the edge. He buries himself as deep as he can before collapsing onto you, pressing his full weight onto his hips. Tartaglia shoots a thick load of his seed into your awaiting hole, whining in content as he feels you milk his cock, squeezing down on him.

You’re panting, laying on the bed with Tartaglia pressed on top of you. His arms snake around your waist, tugging and twisting your connected bodies so that he’s spooning you, his chin resting on top of you’re head.

After a minute of rest, Tartaglia’s arms squeeze around your waist. “Love you, so much.” He murmurs tiredly.

“Promise?” You giggle back, despite the feeling of your exhaustion weighing heavy on your eyelids.

“Always an’ forever.” Tartaglia whispers sweetly. His arms encircle your waist, pulling you closer as the two of you bask in the afterglow in each other’s arms. “I’ll love you, always and forever.”

© KISSENTURINE. do not translate, plagiarize, edit, or repost

You have a nightmare

Kokomi's guard dog series

Child male reader (gorou's little brother)

Part one (sorta)

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Caught in the middle of a battlefield was not the ideal place to be especially for you, kokomi's guard dog.

It was hard to tell you was on your side and who wasn't.

The sound of swords clinging and people screaming messed had your head spinning.

"Stay Strong." You heard your brothers booming voice above everything.

You ran to him.

Just in time to see a arrow go through his chest.

"BROTHER"

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You shot up from your makeshift bed in your tent.

Gorou's tent was right next to yours and you couldn't shake the feeling that he was still hurt.

Walking into his tent you see him sleeping peacefully, you were going to tip toes back to bed when he stopped you.

"What are you doing up Y/n? " he asked goggly still clingying on to sleep.

"I had a bad dream." You mumbled the last part but gorou still heard you.

"Wanna sleep with me. No nightmare would dare scare you when you big brother is here." He said scooting over to give you room.

You gladly joined him.

For the rest of the night you slept peacefully.

Alt ending

You shot up from your bed but the room looked unfamiliar.

The room you were in had light blue walls with white tile floors.

You were in watasumi shrine.

Not feeling like you back to sleep you got up. Wrapping yourself in a blanket as you got up you ventured outside of your room.

When you reached the main foyer you say kokomi sitting on a couch she looked sad.

Approaching her you saw she was holding a journal.

Your brothers journal.

It wasn't a dream.

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Alt Ending

Xiao x reader

Angst to fluff

New event spoilers

@xiaosimpdamn

"I can't.... Rex.... I'm losing...... Sorry xiao"

Your distorted voice was heard through the chasm while the 5 we're looking for an exit after seeing bosacious.

"Xiao who is that? They said your name." Yanfei questioned but Xiao had an uncharacteristic look of shock before turning to them.

"He was the dendro yaksha. He never liked attention so he also hid when humans were they were near. During the destruction of khanreha he lost his mind and went into hiding."

Xiao talked about you in the same way he talked about bosacious. He loved the memories he shared with you but all good things come to an end.

But the end was not quite there yet. Just a bump in the road.

"I know who he is, the phantom yaksha. He helped from the shadows and saved any human he could." Yelan said causing Xiao to nod.

"I wonder where he went." Paimon looked to aether who was looking at Xiao.

There was a moment of silence before the sky darkened as a pained scream erupted from behind Xiao.

Turning around Xiao saw you on the ground with your (choice of weapon) on the ground next to you while you were squeezing your neck in pain.

"Y/n." Your head shot up at the sound with a look of fear.

"Xiao?" Your face didn't change in fact your breathing quickened. "I'm tired of these illusions. Just go AWAY." You broke down in sobs

"I'm not an illusion. I promise you I'm real." He inched closer not expecting you to jump into his arms.

You both started to fall back if it wasn't for the vines that wrapped around the both of you. Tightening the hug.

"I missed you so much. I hope your real." You mumbled into his chest.

"I'm real I promise." He wrapped his arms around you as the vines slowly set him down.

"The phantom yaksha." A high pitched voice said causing you to look up at 3 people and 1 floating child (I don't know to to describe paimon)

The voice shocked you and because you not used to being around people for so long you tried to teleport away but the strain of trying to use your powers caused you to pass out.

You woke up you saw the sky. You haven't seen it in so many years. It was a beautiful sight.

Xiao

You looked around realizing he wasn't there.

"Xiao" you said it so quietly you could bearly hear yourself. Tears rolled down you cheeks as you kneeled to the ground in a prayer position.

"Please don't... It's been so long (since last I seen my son~)." You cried not noticing the yaksha suddenly appear.

"Y/n" you didn't look to the sound this time. You thought the chasm was making another illusion.

"Y/n it's me." You felt a hand on your head as you slowly looked up to see Xiao with the traveler behind him.

Through the shock you didn't care that the traveler was there and jumped into xiao arms.

"Don't scare me like that." You cried into his shoulder. He hasn't changed a bit and you liked it that way.

"I love you, Atalus."

"I love you too, Y/n"

Gorou x male child reader

"Get well soon." Paimon in said as her and the traveler left to do commissions leaving gorou to look after M/n.

For the past week M/n has been bedridden after eating a Beatle in the forest. How he got the Beatle we'll never know.

Gorou re dampened the cloth on M/n's head. M/n whined pushing his ears back as gorou pressed the now cold towel on his head.

"You shouldnt eat random bugs. Why'd you do that anyway." Gorou might've sounded mad but he wasn't and M/n couldn't tell from the way that he brought the covers close to his face and avoided eye contact.

"I wanted to see what it tastes like." The little boy responded with his ears pressed to his head still not making eye contact. "And I saw a fox eating one"

'A fox' gorou thought as he looked at his little brother in confusion "what does that have to do with?"

M/N didn't respond and instead pretended like he was asleep to which he received a wet towel to the face.

"Don't ignore people it's rude." The general huffed out to still be met with silence. Getting up from her spot on the bed he went to leave the room. "If your asleep I guess I'll get back to work." He raised his voice a little to make sure you heard as he slowing walked through the fabric of the tent.

"Wait I wanna help." M/n jumped up from bed and ran to his brother wrapping his arms around his legs to try to hold him in place.

Gorou laughed and took the blanket off the bed m/n was on and wrapped it around him while picking him up. "You can come with me as long as you don't do much."

The boy had a big smile on his face for the rest of the day and woke up fully recovered.

Always 🙏🥹

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Feels like i've been dropkicked, especially on my trans masc days

Like and reblog if you can relate

GN and Male Readers when they read an X Reader story when no specification of the Reader's gender and sees the words like, "baby girl" and "princess":

SoulEaterxGenshin AU

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this is kinda my overview on how Weapons and ArchonWeapons work in this universe. It’s really me rambling lol. This is mainly for my Zhongli x WeaponReader headcanons I plan to make sometime in the future- this might change in the future as I’m trying to finalize my outline for the au and what I want to be concrete and what to be ambiguous.

_Weapons_

How weapons work doesnt really change that much. A Weapon can transform a part of their body into their blade to fight, so they’re not defenseless on their own; it’s just more convenient to work with a meister. Even as a weapon, you can still talk and make yourself seen if you have a blade, this doesn’t change in the au. 

However, while a Meister CAN get a vision, they can only use it on the Weapon if they share a strong bond. Usually, a mutual goal or an unrivaled motive/feeling with the W weapon. It’ll feel like they’re becoming one as a weapon and meister. Meister and Weapon relationships are not necessarily physical but sealed by a mutual contract. 

Weapons are more sought after than any regualr weapons because of the soul possessingthem, strengthening and being able to accomplish what a normal weapon couldn’t and the fact that a Weapon can’t be recreated and is unique to the pesona. Though meisters get more attention in these societies than their partners, that’s where ArchonWeapons come in. 

_Archon Weapons_

Weapons can’t get a vision in the usual sense, only getting a vision when they’re chosen to become an Archon’s Weapon. Now, this doesn’t specifically mean that they’re tied physically to the Archon, but it’s an unwavering contract that if you are called to be used, you go without falter. Usually, only natives of a country could become their Archon's weapon.

An ArchonWeaon is a kind of like the Archon's personal soldier in some cases, being able to manifest their whole weapon without taking up a piece of their arm. This has gone out of date in present times of peace, but Archons still have a small court of ArchonWeapons that are located closer to them (the word harem can be used to describe them). Also meisters can use ArchonWeapons if their partner becomes one, it’s not like they disappear. It’s one a select few that are chosen that get to stay close to their specific Archon.

When an ArchonsWeapon’s moral life comes to a close, they will resort to their weapon form until they are broken. When this happens the persons soul is still present in the weapon (trapped in a way) but is no longer concious.

Usually, Weapons that are closer to the Archon can be summoned at will.*During the Archon’s War

An ArchonWeapon being summoned for another damn battle: “Aw shit, here we go again.” 

 Ei’s personal selected weapons would be in a section of her court. Zhongli’s weapons would probably band together to start a witch hunt on childe for ‘assassinating’ their god, but then Zhongli just shows up and is all like, “yo, I quit lol.” 

In the Weapon form, they will be tinted the element color with the Archon's name being marked into them (If you were Ei’s katana, you would have her name on the base of your blade where traditionally your family name would be). In human form, they appear to have a normal conventional vision, but in weapon form, they have the vision attached to a part of them.

A marking appears on the W weapons back when they become an ArchonsWeapon. The symbol for the Archons element on their nape, along with markings along their back, represents said archon. -

-Venti’s ArchonsWeapon’s back would be littered with teal light swirls, making out wings and wind around them. 

-Zhongli’s would be defined as bronze lines, emphasizing their muscles. A dragon representing Morax in the center of their back, curling around whatever weapon they were. 

( Zhongi’s adepti would use his ArchonWeapons. Ex Ganyu and Xiao )

-Ei’s would be jagged violet lines falling downwards, an eye between your shoulder blades, and a few traditional flowers forming along your spine. 

For delusions being used on Weapons grants them the same markings as a regular ArchonWeapon, but the markings themselves are forcibly carved into the body of whoever was using a delusion. It’s not impossible to use a delusion as a weapon it’s usually a very taxing and painful process, most of the people who use them either are forced to bear it. 

~ Debt repaid in full ~

Yan!Childe x Weapon!Y/n 

Note: I’m trying to explore my SoulEaterXGenshin AU with this headcanon/fic. Sorry that it got kinda sloppy at the end!! I’ll probably publish my overview of the au sometime but I keep on adding to it with many big-brain ideas. I’ll be opening requests for the au or just suggestions or questions about it! The next character I’ll be exploring will be Zhongli because I’ve been basing all my Archon headcanons with him, so it’ll be the easiest to write for! Also, I wrote this with Y/N being a chain spear weapon but it’s only brought up once, so g/n weapon? 

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: semi-detailed gore (mostly just blood), nonmajor character death, unhealthy dynamic, and relationship, Mentions of heavy violence, Childe just being a menace <;/3

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The tales from the few delusion weapons that have worked with Childe tell of the many bloodbaths they’ve witnessed. Stories ranging from how he laughed as an enemy begged for mercy before reveling in the final blow to the wet sounds of the blood splashing underneath his shoes following where ever he went. But you could never guess that the man who killed hundreds of Meisters and weapons with only his vision and delusion was the same with the ever-so-charming laugh and showed the utmost kindness to his family. The complete 180 in personality from a cold-blooded murderer to a charming young man could give anyone whiplash. Childe has never sought to make a contract with a weapon himself, only ever using his vision, which changed upon meeting you. 

He first took an interest in you when he was stationed in Lyiue, helping to collect debtors who had been causing issues for the Fatui. This client has been failing to repay the loan they took from the Northland Bank for a few months, so it was up to him to step in where his lackeys failed. But what he didn’t expect was for you to step between him and your friend. You’ve known of Fatui’s methods of collecting a debt; many people ‘suddenly go missing’ after getting behind on their payments. So when you saw your meister being cornered by one of them, you couldn’t just stand aside. Pleading, begging almost, that you would get the money to repay them, you just needed more time. 

He admired your will to be able to stand up to a harbinger. The wildfire that lit up your eyes caused his pulse to skip a beat, like the adrenaline rush from battle. That was the day your ‘love’ story began. 

His interest in you only grew the longer he watched you. How do you take up various jobs around Liuye to help your friend with their due debts? He was thrilled beyond belief when he watched you help clear out some hillcurlers bothering an elderly couple on the outskirts of town. The question of if he would ever make a contract with a weapon came back to him as he saw your arm shift into a chain spear. You moved akin to a dance, moving your body to the rhythm of your attacks, doing quick work of the hillcurlers. He was so fixated on you that he didn’t even notice how he had started to shake in anticipation and a growing beaming smile that uncannily stretched his face. 

After his little watching session, he researched everything about you that he could find, memorizing the tiniest details from your favorite flower to your preferred sleeping position. He even went as far as to show up unexpectedly by you, revealing how your body went stiff. He’d try his charms on you, mixing flirtatious remarks with the ever-so-present time limit until the debt was due. He was quickly becoming somewhat of an acquaintance, much to your disappointment. But what he didn’t think of (or want) was finding out that the friend he initially came to get debt from was your meister. He’d show at night when your returning from a job, taking advantage of your worn-out self to try and plant seeds of doubt in your mind about how you are so much better than your current meister. It didn’t matter whatever relationship you had with this person; the only thing that mattered was that they were in his way of making you his.

The cool night air served as a sort of tranquility that you could lose yourself in any day. That is if there wasn’t a menace walking beside you, serving as a walking reminder of the approaching due date for the mora. You had lost interest in whatever he was talking about, being too exhausted from clearing out monsters for the past few hours to care. You didn’t need to be nagged and taunted by some harbinger who took it upon himself to annoy you daily. 

Your autopilot walking was interrupted when the ginger abruptly stepped in front of you, leaning down to be at eye level with you. “I don’t get it, really,” he began, staring at you as if he could look into your soul for an answer, “ Why do you even stay with that meister? You’re practically being held back by them. You need someone more...experienced than them!” He chuckled, seeing you glare at him, trying to sidestep around him, but he got in front of you again. Being so close to his face, you could see his eyes' hollowness that you didn’t notice before. “Someone like me.” With how quickly he changed, he returned to the annoying carefree Childe you were used to—laughing at how you looked like you saw a ghost. 

The rest of the walk had a heavy air as his words echoed in your head.

When the extended time limit came, you and your meister brought the exact amount to the Northland bank where childe was uncharacteristically quiet when the sack of mora was laid out in front of him. You can feel as if time had stopped when Childe presents that while you had gotten the payment for the loan, it had increased in the extended time he gave you. But he is not anything but generous and offers a compromise, saying he’ll erase all of your meisters debt if you agree to unify your contract with them and, in return, make one with him♡.

You’re both stunned and bewildered by his proposal. However, from how a sly smile creeps up on his face, you know he means every word. The audacity of the man in front of you. He so casually dehumanized you into a simple object that could be traded in a contract. Thankfully you and your meister both rejected his proposal, asking if there was anything else. 

He pretended to ponder the idea before stating that there was a way to settle this fairly, practically eating up your full undivided attention on him. He would challenge your meister to a duel, hardly hiding the fact that this was his plan. The vision at his hip pulsing to life as your meister begrudgingly accepted. You could only watch as the gruesome match began. You wanted to look away so many times as the screams of your now late meister rang through the air.

You didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your face as Childe walked to you, his prize. Staring down at you with those soulless eyes looked down at your crouched figure. He took off his bloodied glove and brushed your tears off as he cradled your cheek. Tilting your face upwards to meet his gaze, “I look forward to our newly formed contract (first)!” beaming a smile that didn’t match his void-like eyes. 

Childe would make you his right hand in the Fatui, taking you away from Lyiue to his home in Snezhnaya. He doesn’t need to chain you down when your contract does it for him, detailing your obedience to stay by his side. He takes pride in wielding your weapon form, proving that he is better than your old partner. That you should be thankful, he decided to help bring out your true potential, only under him, of course. You’ve taken to just trying to block out all the cries and screams of the people victim to the harbinger, though you haven’t been able to wash the iron smell from you for months now. 

New rumors of the infamous 11th Harbinger started circling through the low-ranking members and weapons in the Fatui. Tales of how where ever he fought, there would only be him and his weapon standing victor in the end. Dancing in a blood-filled ballroom, the red floor reflecting the sinful dance like a mirror—capturing how his hands tighten around your hand and waist, pulling you along to his rhythm—a mere victim to the beat of his war drum.

I'll hopefully be posting a Lisa fic I've working on soon 😳. No one can dethrone Genshin's og Electro mommy.

✨Pervert Gorou Headcanons✨

~ MINORS DNI (CW: Breeding kink, Scent kink, slightly predatory behavior, Possessiveness, Mentions of Somnophilia, Slightly Stalkerish Behavior) ~

A/N: Reader is implied to be a resistance solider however you can also interpret it as being a medic or anything else that tickles your fancy :) (Also bonus mini fic at the end ✨)

NSFW under cut

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Personally I like to think about a Gorou who is secretly a pervert (as the title would suggest lol)

We already know that he has little to no experience with romance and I doubt he's ever really thought about sex or attempted to have it

But all that changed the moment he met you

No matter what he's doing, whenever his eyes catch yours or his sensitive nose picks up on your sweet scent, he can't help but feel flustered, his tail starting to wag uncontrollably

At first he tries to hide his deeper desires, but as time goes on and you two get closer, it's painfully obvious

Often times when talking with him, you catch his eyes drifting to your chest, hips and butt

Daydreaming about railing you right then and there, hearing you beg and moan for more

How he longs to feel your warm, tight walls around his cock, milking him for all he's worth

At this point Gorou has completely tuned you out, practically drooling over you

At times when you aren't together, and the rare moments when he has free time, he watch you from afar, still lost in his carnal daydreams

He'll approach you, sheepishly inviting to go to the hot springs with him...For team building of course! The resistance is stronger when then bond between members is stronger

Really it's just an excuse to see you naked

And when you come to him about being worried that someone may have been watching you change, you don't miss how he squirms a bit, and merely brushes off the issue

But to make you feel better, he'll walk with you from the changing room to the spring from now on, how kind of him!

When Gorou is in his heat however things get a little more intense

He becomes more bold with his advances, grabbing you in increasingly more risque locations

He somehow always finds a way to "accidentally" bump into you

When training you'll notice his hands seem to be much lower than usual, though he assures you he's just adjusting your form

His most favorite act of however is stealing your worn clothes for his own pleasure

Gorou inhaled deeply, your scent sending shivers throughout his body. His heat has sharpened his senses and with each breath, he can feel his mind get hazier and hazier. Gorou fisted his cock furiously, his eyes falling upon your sleeping form. His ears twitching at every sound and whimper you make, he wonders if you were dreaming about him. The thought alone is enough to fuel his desires again, his member painfully hard and throbbing. He wondered how you would react if you woke to him balls deep inside of you, pinning you down by your wrists and leaving delicious marks over your body. A small part of him wanted to do just that, but what little clarity and humanity he had left kept him restrained. Lost in his feverish high, he accidentally let out a moan, causing you to stir in your slumber. He felt his blood run cold as he froze up, praying to the gods above that you don't wake up, and to his luck, you simply rolled over and continued sleeping. Gorou now slightly sober, decided to take this chance to leave your tent, though not without taking the stolen garments. He slinked off into the forest, ensuring he was alone before he lost himself once again. He lifted the garments, the pale moonlight revealing them to be a pair of your underwear. Gorou felt ashamed and disgusted with himself, yet his body betrayed him once more as his brain fogged over. He tentatively wrapped the underwear around his cock, pumping vigorously. His mind flashes with images of you riding his cock like there's no tomorrow, his hips thrusting upwards to meet yours. He imagines filling you up to brim with his puppies, forever claiming you as his own, and leaving marks to prove it. These thoughts push him over the edge and with one final stroke he lets out a strained moan, shooting hot jets of white into the night sky. As Gorou comes down from his high, he looks at the mess he created, mortified. Your underwear has been stained, coated in his thick cum. He scrambles to fix his clothing as he thinks of a way to return the clothing back to you unnoticed. Little did he know, that night you hadn't been asleep at all.

Clone Craze

Bottom!FTM Dottore (& Clones) x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | No AFAB Language Used

HALF 1: Threesome (Clones + Reader), Face Sitting, Overstimulation, Reader Has Two Dicks, Double Penetration, Oral, Anal

HALF 2: Double Penetration, Choking, Biting, Creampie

Words: 1,196

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"I don't have time for you right now, go bother my clones." Dottore pushes you off of him. He's especially prickly when he's focused on an experiment.

You sigh. "Alright, have fun." You drag a pair of clones to your room.

"Up for some fun?" You smile and sit down on your bed. The two clones nod excitedly.

"Up for some fun?" You smile and sit down on your bed. The two clones nod excitedly.

All of you quickly get naked, your hard lengths making both of his clones drool. Dottore had experimented on you for a while, the results being having two equally long dicks and a higher sex drive. He only regrets the ego boost it gave you, your constant teasing and slut shaming was annoyingly attractive.

You watch them argue and bicker about who gets to take your dicks first, you stop them before it turns into a cat fight.

"Both of you will have your turn." You pull them away from each other, coincidentally leaving one clone closest to your crotch.

Popping open a convenient bottle of lube, the clone pours a generous amount of it on his hand and ass, pushing two fingers inside as he leans down to suck you off. He slobbers over one of your cocks, his free hand jerking off the other one. He fingers open his already well stretched hole diligently, very excited to take you. All of you.

You bring the other clone into a kiss, taking a hand down in between his legs and teasing his aching sex. He whines into your mouth and grabs your wrist, wordlessly telling you to stop teasing him.

You slip two fingers inside him slowly, curling your fingers up at the perfect spot.

Meanwhile, the other Dottore slowly lowers himself onto you. Grinning widely as both of your lengths push into his hole. Just the entrance is almost enough to make him come.

He drips pre cum onto your lower abdomen, whining loudly about how you'll tear him apart.

The other clone hisses at him, jealous that he only gets your fingers because of the other's selfishness. You pick him up by his waist and sit him down on your face. He excitedly grinds down, arching his back and moaning in ecstasy as your mouth gets to work on eating him out.

The clones take their time riding both halves of you, getting their equal amount of getting fucked by both your cocks and your mouth.

One of them passes out after its fourth orgasm but the other is still going, riding your cocks like it'll never get this opportunity again. Which is very likely.

Prime Dottore enters the room, assuming you'd be done by now. He looks at you and his clone with disdain and jealousy, the way your looking at it and holding it pisses him off greatly.

He throws his mask to the floor and stomps over to you two and forces his clone off of you. "Had your fun, huh?"

"You wanted me to do this, Zandik." You smile, pulling him onto the bed and quickly ridding him of his clothes. "How can you be jealous of yourself? Hm?"

"It's- No- I'm not jealous."

"Aren't you? You know you get rewards for honesty." You tower on top of him and stretch him open. "C'mon, don't you want me to stuff you full tonight? Or are you going to keep your pride and get fucked by just my fingers?"

"...Fuck. I was jea- jealous, okay? You're insufferable." He looks to the side, cheeks flushing pink.

"Good boy." You pull your fingers out. "You want both of my cocks don't you? Say it."

"I...I want both."

"Of what?" You smirk, your teasing voice pissing him off.

"Ugh.." Dottore sighs, cheeks burning red in embarrassment. "I want both of your..cocks inside me."

"You're being so good for me today." You brush his hair back and kiss his forehead. Dottore grabs the sides of your arms and pushes you onto your back.

"Next time, you're just going to have to deal without me." Dottore lowers himself down onto you. "I'm the only one you can fuck. Got it?"

You grip his ass. "Got it. You're so cute when you're jealous."

He ignores you and arches his back, moaning when you're fully inside him. Every time you bottom out in him it sends electricity throughout his body, his mind has to take a moment to process it.

When he does, he grips your neck both for balance and to choke you. "Yo- your body is mine—" He moans.

He bounces up and down on your lengths, feeling pure bliss from having them hit the deepest and most pleasurable parts of him.

Dottore always looks so beautiful when he's on top of you, he has no reason to keep up a facade. He just lets himself go and moans freely.

And you always give him a sickeningly loving look that makes him tremble.

"Ho- how many times?" He asks, voice wavering. "How many times did you- co- come in my clo- clones?"

You bring up three fingers.

His body shakes. "You ha- have to- do it to- to me- too-"

You smile in agreement, why would you ever disagree to it?

Dottore gives up on riding you after his first orgasm, letting you flip him onto his back and fucking him until you reach your release.

You always wear condoms during sex because you know Dottore doesn't like the idea of feeling bloated or having to deal with the aftermath very much. He's already taken precautions to ensure he doesn't get pregnant on the off chance the condom fails.

He'll probably regret this later but for now, you're taking full advantage of it.

Dottore pulls you close to him and bites all over your neck, claiming you as his. You do the same, leaving hickeys and bite marks down his neck to just beneath his collarbone.

He tightens around you, more sensitive now, and whimpers as you nibble on his skin.

You usually hold back during sex so you can stay inside longer but you find yourself quickly coming a second time with Dottore following close behind.


Dottore rolls his head back and mutters. "One m- more time~"

You bring him into a deep and sloppy kiss while intensifying your thrusts, making the both of you lightheaded.

You two stay kissing for a while, parting for air but always going back for more. Dottore has his nails dug into your back while yours are in his waist.

The other segments have long gone but all of them can hear the loud noises coming from the room, they roll their eyes knowing they'll be tasked with Dottore's work while he recovers.

"Close–" You groan, gripping his waist harder and burying your head in his neck. Dottore bites his lip, body shivering with excitement.

Your movements stutter and eventually come to a halt as you come inside him, adding to the obscene amount of spend that was already there.

"Are you happy now?" You ask breathlessly.

Dottore nods before drifting off to sleep. You pick him up and carry him to the bathroom, you have no intention of seeing him upset that you didn't clean him up.

Drinking More Than Just Alcohol

Bottom!FTM Kaveh x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | Uses AFAB Language

CW: Mild Dub-Con, Face Fucking, Cum Swallowing, Fingering, Orgasm Delay, Dom/Sub, Rough Sex, Praise Kink

📝 1,108 Words

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Kaveh steps into the bar with a scowl on his face, clearly already drunk off his ass. He sits on a stool next to you and orders a beer.

"Kaveh?" You look at him in surprise. You didn't see him, your student, as the type to drink so heavily.

"How do you know my name?" He asks, speech slurred. He's so drunk that he doesn't recognize you. Kaveh looks you up and down and smirks lopsidedly, you look so much older and more mature than him, he didn't realize it earlier but your age is a major turn on. "Whatever..." He takes the beer he ordered and takes a greedy sip.

"Ugh, my roommate is so annoying!" Kaveh says, exasperated. "He keeps nagging me for every single thing!"

You sigh and listen to him as he vents his hateful feelings towards his roommate and various other personal issues. You start to drown him out as his words turn to angry incomprehensible blabbers.

"You should fuck me." He says suddenly. "So I can forget about everything."

"What?" Your attention immediately goes back to him. "I'm your teacher, Kaveh."

Kaveh gives you a confused look. "You haven't taught me anything...yet." He smiles. "You can teach me how to suck you off and you can fuck me stupid in return~"

"My answer is no. I'll help you get home, okay?"

"No!" He whines. "I don't wanna go back to that asshole!" He yells loudly and disturbs the other people at the bar.

"Stop it, you have to deal with it Kaveh. Unless you have somewhere else to stay?"

Kaveh starts to whine louder and even gets told off by the bartender but he doesn't stop.

"Okay, okay, fine!" You grab his hand and drag him out of the bar. You assume that by the time you get him to yours, he'll be passed out drunk.

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Much to your dismay, he is not.

You drag him inside and sit him down on the couch. "Don't move." You order before going to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water.

When you come back, you see he's started stripping. Only his underwear is left.

"Put your clothes back on!" You turn around, not wanting to see your student naked.

Kaveh gets on his knees in front of you and smiles. "C'mon..."

You look down at him, trying your best to hold back. "Fine." You give up and unzip your pants, pulling your underwear down just enough to free your length. "Suck it."

Kaveh licks up your shaft and gets it hard, thighs rubbing together in excitement when he sees your full length. He quickly wraps his lips around your head and sucks softly before moving further along your shaft.

He almost gags but forces himself to deep throat you, through pretty wet eyelashes he looks up at you for reassurance that he's doing well.

"I'm surprised you're this much of a slut, deep throating my cock like you've done it before." You smirk, running your fingers through his hair.

Before Kaveh can deny it, you start to fuck his mouth. "You're too slow though."

Kaveh rolls his eyes back, moaning and rutting against your shoe. He never thought getting his face fucked would feel so good.

You pull his head back and forth with your hips meeting him halfway. You throw your head back in pleasure, groaning lowly. "Such a pretty little thing, you wouldn't mind if I came in your mouth, would you?" You pose it as a question but have no intention of getting an answer.

Kaveh moans, feeling his peak rising.

"Archons, I never thought I'd do this to my own student...a drunk student nonetheless." You bite your lip and slow your thrusts, pushing Kaveh's head all the way to the hilt as you release your spend into his warm mouth.

Kaveh looks up at you and shivers at your dark expression. He quickly swallows without hesitation.

You pull away and let him breathe properly.

He seems to have sobered up a little bit, his eyes widening in shock when he finally remembers who you are. "Fuck...Mr. (Surname)..?"

"You finally remember me, huh?" You laugh.

Part of him wants to stop and run home but a bigger part wants to keep going.

You bring him up and drag him to your bedroom, turning the lights on and gently throwing him onto the bed. "You're not getting cold feet are you?" You ask, pulling your shirt over your head.

Kaveh looks at your torso then back up at you and shakes his head, he quickly strips down while you do the same. You tower over him and turn him around, lifting his hips up and kneading his plump ass. "Gods you're wet." You breathe out, sliding two fingers up his aching cunt.

Kaveh whimpers. "Please.."

You push two fingers inside, marveling at the mostly easy entrance before slowly scissoring him.

"Ye- yes- fuck~" Kaveh drools into the pillow. "Like- like that-"

He's so wet that you can hear the sound of your fingers moving inside him.

"Hngh- gonna co- come~" Kaveh moans, moving his hips back and forth.

"You're so cute like this, makes me want to tease you." You pull your fingers out, stopping him from coming. You lean into his ear while slowly entering him. "You can come as many times as you want, as long as it's on my cock." You bring your hand to little cock, playing with it and bringing him to the orgasm he was previously denied.

Kaveh moans, squeezing you desperately as he comes. "Ye- yes si- sir~"

You spank him lightly. "That's a good boy." You grip his waist and start thrusting into him roughly. "You feel so fucking good, Kaveh."

His face heats up from the praise. He can barely formulate a response due to how good he feels. All he can do is moan your name.

"Fuck," You groan, pulling on his hair and forcing his head back. "Wish I did this earlier–"

He starts to cry from how good it feels, already about to have another orgasm. Kaveh babbles something about being close before arching his back and coming.

You thrust into him a few times before pulling out and turning him around. You pry his mouth open and slide your length inside, thrusting back and forth before coming inside.

He quickly swallows, a little upset that you pulled out.

"Can't risk getting you pregnant." You say, taking your cock out of his mouth.

"Mo..more, please." Kaveh looks up at you sweetly.

You spread his legs open. "I had no intention of stopping." You wink.

Dottore's Failed Experiment

FTM!Bottom!Dottore x Top!Masc Reader x FTM!Dom!Pantalone

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language Ver (AO3)

Contains: Non-Con, Test Subject Reader, Oral Sex/Face Fucking, Voyeurism (Pantalone), Choking, Unconsciousness, Cunnilingus (Pantalone), Sadism (Pantalone)

Words: 1,113

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"Good afternoon, Doctor, I trust your experiment is going well?" Pantalone waltzes into the room, smiling.

Dottore freezes and turns to Pantalone nervously, he's the only person who could make Dottore cower in fear. "You see.."

Dottore freezes and turns to Pantalone nervously, he's the only person who could make Dottore cower in fear. "You see.."

"Don't tell me you've wasted the money I loaned you?" Pantalone raises an eyebrow.

"It's just...well, the specimen um is fairly ordinary save for the, hm, high stamina and sex drive..." Dottore looks at the floor. "Eh heh.."

"Did you do that on purpose? I hadn't imagined you were that kind of person." Pantalone glances over to your body, lying down on a metal table with a large boner poking through your shorts. "Have you tested it out?"

"What? Of course not! I'm utterly ashamed of this!" Dottore shakes his head.

"...Can it at least follow orders?" Pantalone asks.

"Uh- yes."

Pantalone walks towards the table, gently pushing Dottore out of the way. "Sit up."

You sit up immediately.

"Hm. I'll make use of this. Dottore, don't go against me." Pantalone says before ordering you to stand up.

"What do you mean..?" Dottore asks, eyes wide. He didn't take Pantalone as the type to want to use something like that.

"You. Do whatever you wish with him." Pantalone points to Dottore. "Don't listen to him if he tells you to stop."

Dottore looks at you in horror as you bring him to his knees.

"Are you serious?" Dottore asks frantically, gasping when you pull your pants down, your boner looking even bigger than before. "Tell it to stop! Pantalone!"

"You've disappointed me, Dottore, but you might as well make use of your failure." Pantalone smiles. "Don't try to fight back, unless you'd like to do something else to pay for your debt..."

Dottore bites his lip, knowing that whatever Pantalone has planned alternatively is far worse than whatever you'll do to him. He grimaces as he watches you pull your underwear down, your hard cock slapping him in the face.

"That's a good boy." Pantalone coos. He sits down on a chair to watch the entertainment comfortably.

Dottore shivers, both at Pantalone's words and at how huge you are. He shoots Pantalone a look that he knows the other won't be able to see due to his mask.

"You...you won't let him come inside me, right?" Dottore asks, knowing you could definitely produce enough to ensure that he could end up pregnant.

"Of course not." He lies. Dottore sighs in relief.

You pull his mask away and pry his bottom lip open as you use your other hand to guide your dick inside him.

Dottore lets you fuck his mouth, albeit unwillingly. His eyes start to water as you use him like a toy.

Pantalone watches with a smile on his face, loving the display in front of him.

You ravage the doctor's mouth over and over, your cock never softening no matter how many times you come in his mouth. His mouth is sore from you never giving him a break. Cum and drool are spilt on the ground, the remains of what he couldn't swallow.

Much to the doctor's relief, you finally pull out of his mouth.

Dottore coughs and wipes his mouth. "Are you happy now, Pantalone?"

"No, not even close."

Dottore gasps as you push him to the ground. You rip his clothes off eagerly and nudge your cock inside him.

"Fuck! At least use lube you cretin!" Dottore grimaces as you push further inside, he was barely aroused so the stretch was incredibly painful. "You- you're getting off on- fuck- this, aren't you?"

Pantalone only laughs in response.

With the way your cock is filling him up, Dottore starts to think that maybe doing whatever alternative Pantalone had planned would've been better than this. He makes a face when he sees the fairly large bulge in his stomach.

You eventually bottom out and start fucking him without even waiting for him to adjust. You groan and wrap your hands around his neck, squeezing tightly. He slaps your arms in desperate attempts of having you let go, your thrusts are punching the air out of his lungs and having his breathing restricted is certainly not helping.

"St- stop th- the thing! Pan- Pantalone!" Dottore keeps fighting back despite knowing his efforts are fruitless. Pantalone couldn't care less for how he feels. "You ass!"

You continue fucking him despite all of his squirming, keeping your hands on his throat while you indulge in your desires.

Dottore eventually passes out, falling limp as you keep using his body to satisfy you. You let go of his neck and grip his waist instead. Pantalone squirms in his seat, getting off on you fucking Dottore.

"Feel free to come inside him." Pantalone chuckles.

You growl in excitement, fucking him til your release. You unload your spend inside him, filling him up without his knowledge.

When Dottore comes to, he immediately notices the odd feeling inside of him. "Don't- ugh- don't fucking tell me!" He looks down and sees bits of your cum dribbling out of him. "Pant- pantalone! You f- fuck- fucking- nngh- lied!" Dottore panics, knowing you'll keep fucking more of your cum inside him.

Pantalone smiles, getting even hornier from Dottore's reaction.

You keep fucking Dottore, releasing inside him so many times that his stomach starts to inflate.

He passes out multiple times and eventually falls silent and allows you to fuck him until your cock runs dry, which he thinks'll never happen.

"You can ejaculate one last time, then stop." Pantalone commands.

You look at Dottore's limp and exhausted body, coming for the nth time and reluctantly pulling out as Pantalone ordered you to.

"Come here." Pantalone instructs. You walk over to him and start drooling when he strips his lower half. "Eat me out."

You quickly comply, spreading his legs further and pulling his sex towards your face. You start licking him up like a dog, making him moan beautifully in response.

You focus all your attention on his cunt, devouring it like you've survived on crackers your entire life. Pantalone bites his lip, pussy twitching in pleasure.

"Yes- fuck, just like that~" He whimpers. "Ooh~"

It doesn't take long for you to bring him to an orgasm, his cunt clenches around your tongue desperately as you suck up his fluids.

Pantalone lets you keep going for a minute before stopping you. "Good boy.." He says, out of breath. "Hm..why don't you uh, clean Dottore up? I'm sure you know where the shower is?"

You nod.

"Good. Make sure he's well rested and I suppose you could find him something to eat." He pets you. "I'll take my leave now."

Revenge is Best Served Hot (And Sticky)

Bottom!FTM!Pantalone x Top!Masc!Test Subject Reader

{Request} [Part One] | [No AFAB language ver (AO3)]

Contains: Non-Con, Voyeurism, Face-Fucking, Rough Sex

Words: 697

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"It's just...well, the specimen um is fairly ordinary save for the, hm, high stamina and sex drive..." Dottore looks at the floor.

"...Can it at least follow orders?" Pantalone asks.

"Uh- yes."

"Hm. I'll make use of this. Dottore, don't go against me." Pantalone says before ordering you to stand up.

"What do you mean..?"

"You. Do whatever you wish with him." Pantalone points to Dottore. "Don't listen to him if he tells you to stop."

Dottore looks at you in horror as you bring him to his knees.

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After recovering from the previous events, Dottore has you take revenge for him.

He enters Pantalone's room with you behind him, a sick grin on his face and a bundle of rope in his hands. Thankfully Pantalone was passed out from the hard day he had earlier so Dottore doesn't have to use you to hold him down.

He approaches the male's sleeping body, pulling the covers away and turning him on his back. The doctor ties Pantalone's wrists to prevent him from trying anything when he wakes up.

"Go ahead." Dottore smiles and steps away. He sits on top of the banker's desk and watches you rip his clothes to shreds.

You shove his mouth onto your awaiting length, dragging his head along the shaft. As soon as your tip hits the back of his throat he jolts awake.

His screams and complaints are muffled, he squirms around and fruitlessly tries to get out of the rope.

"Relax, Pantalone. You know it'll hurt more if you fight." Dottore laughs. "Those ropes are specially made, don't waste your time."

Pantalone glares at him.

"Oh and don't try to bite, it won't hesitate to knock your teeth out."

He quickly relaxes his mouth and begrudgingly allows you to use his mouth freely.

You drag your cock along his throat, abusing it and groaning at how good he feels.

"How does it feel being in my place now?" Dottore taunts.

If he could, Pantalone would flip him off.

You grip his hair and fuck his mouth harder, drool spilling down the Regrator's chin.

It feels like you're spending hours thrusting into his throat, every minute making him feel more and more disgusted. You finally reach your peak and send thick globs of cum down his wet warmth.

You keep yourself inside him, not moving but forcing him to swallow your come. Once he does, you pull out. To both his and Dottore's surprise.

"Guess it doesn't like your throat very much, 'lone."

"Shut u-" Pantalone's retort is interrupted by you grabbing his sides and flipping your position to where he's on top of you.

You lower him onto your cock, your tip penetrating him before you slam him down.

Pantalone gasps in surprise. He looks down at you, trembling, and waiting for you to do something but you don't. You just look at him expectantly.

"Move." You say. "Bounce." You correct yourself.

His eyes widen. "Absolutely not!"

"Bounce." You repeat. "Now." You drag your nail along his thigh.

Dottore grins widely, this is even better than he imagined. Watching Pantalone humiliate himself is more than enough revenge.

Pantalone gulps and begins to move, struggling to stay still with his wrists bound. You grip his hips and help him stay upright.

"Fuh- fuck you...Dottore-" He grimaces. "Enjoy yo- yourself now but- you'll fu- fucki- fucking regre- regret this later-"

"You deserve all of this, I doubt I'll even feel any sort of remorse."

"Yo- you des- deserved it- for wast- wasting my mo- ra-" He chokes on his tears. "I don- don't."

"You could argue that, but you know I'm a vengeful person."

You flip Pantalone onto his back and drill your cock deep into him, spilling your seed inside him without warning. You don't hesitate before fucking him again.

"Doesn't feel good, does it?"

Pantalone fails to respond, getting his brains fucked out from your cock reaching impossibly deep parts of him.

Dottore watches in sick glee as you destroy the banker's mind and cunt. It's even worse for him as he remains conscious the entire time.

And if his eyes even flutter closed he gets a harsh slap to the face to wake him up.

The gross hot and sticky feeling of your cock pushing and spreading your cum around in his pussy makes him sick. He didn't bother counting but he knows you've come at least 10 times.

"I'm satisfied." Dottore says after you've come for the nth time. "But you can keep having your fun with him if you'd like." He waves with a sharp grin on his face that pisses off Pantalone and leaves the room.

"Not done." You say, gripping his waist tighter.

Full of You ♡

Kazuha had no idea how obsessed he'd become with you after settling down and becoming your maid

FTM!Maid!Kazuha x Top!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language ver (AO3)

Contains: Non-Con Somnophilia, Scent Kink, Finger Sucking, Oral, Obsessiveness, Breeding, Mating Press

Words: 888

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As your maid, Kazuha works very hard to take care of the house while you're away.

The times you come home are pretty irregular, sometimes you don't come home at all. Some days you come home really late and knock out before you can even eat dinner.

You have him wear cute outfits so that when you are home you at least have something to soothe your sour eyes. You noticed that he's made some adjustments to his clothes, shortening the skirts to the point where you can see his underwear.

You figured it was just because it was more comfortable for him and of course you weren't complaining.

The real reason is that Kazuha just wants to show off his body, to tempt you into fucking him. So far no advances. Although just seeing you is enough to make him happy but when you don't show up, he gets needy.

When you're gone, he uses items of yours to masturbate. Deep throating a spoon you used, wearing your unwashed underwear with a vibrator inside while he works, fingering himself on your bed before he changes the sheets, etcetera.

He doesn't have a lot to do since he's usually the only one in the house so he needs to pass the time somehow.

And today, you're finally home. You're asleep, but you're home.

And Kazuha can't wait any longer.

Kazuha climbs onto your lap, thankful that you're sleeping on your back, and grinds against your clothed crotch. He grabs your arm and brings your fingers to his mouth and starts sucking on them desperately, moaning quietly.

You groan in your sleep, bucking your hips and trying to chase the sensation.

Kazuha moves off of you and pulls your underwear off, breathing heavily on the dick he's been fantasizing about for so long.

"Wanna choke on your cock.." He licks your length like it's a sweet treat, dripping wet from your delicious smell. He kisses the head of your cock before wrapping his lips around it.

Kazuha moves his head down, forcing himself to take your cock all the way to the hilt. His eyes roll back in pleasure. He moans at the taste of your pre cum.

You growl unconsciously in pleasure, loving the wet warmth around your length.

He bobs his head up and down, tears forming in his eyes as he eagerly swallows up your length. He pulls his underwear off and sits on your thigh, rubbing against it desperately. Your thigh brushes against the tip of his bottom growth, pulling him into a powerful orgasm.

Kazuha stays still, practically cock warming you as he drenches your thigh with slick. His tongue wraps around your leaking cockhead, still wanting to make you come.

You start bucking your hips up, stabbing the back of his throat with your cock as you chase your climax. It's not long before you're releasing your load inside him, taking a while to get everything out due to not masturbating for a while.

Kazuha doesn't mind of course, the more the better. He quickly swallows everything and when you're finally done, he licks up the cum that he previously failed to swallow.

You mumble something before relaxing and falling deeper into your sleep.

He climbs on top of you again, lifting himself up and slowly lowering himself down onto you. He has to cover his mouth to prevent you from hearing his uncontrollably noisy moans.

Kazuha takes his time taking you inside him, savoring every moment and feeling of becoming full with your dick. He clenches around you, pussy basically slobbering all over your length.

You stir awake, a smirk growing on your face. "Kazuha?" You say, your tired voice making him mewl.

"Si- sir.."

You grab his hips, caressing his soft body. "What an interesting thing to wake up to," You muse. "My whore of a maid swallowing my cock whole."

Kazuha whimpers.

"I wonder, what shall I do with you now?" You hum, hands moving to grope his ass.

"Ple- please fuck me sir~ wanna be bred by you, please~" Kazuha squirms.

You switch positions, moving Kazuha on his back. You grab his thighs and force his legs on the sides of his head, allowing you to plunge deeper inside him.

Kazuha rolls his head back, moaning insanely loud as you pound his cunt. "Mo- more~! Bre- breed me sir~!"

You groan, loving this slutty side of him. "What are you, a cum slut?" You mock. "So desperate for me to fill you up~"

"Ye- yes~! 'M a cum slut~!" Kazuha exclaims. "Ne- need you tah fi- fill~ me up sir~!"

"I should've fucked you the moment you took the job." You bite your lip. "Your pussy feels so fucking good, so damn wet and tight."

Kazuha whines in pleasure, elated that you love his body. "Gh- gonna come~!"

"Shit- me too." You thrust into him harder. "Gonna breed your tight cunt-"

He squeals happily, tightening around you and squeezing your cock to draw out its cum. You burst inside of him, giving him your second load of the night.

Kazuha twitches at the feeling of your cock pulsating inside him. You allow his legs to go back to their original position as your movements come to a halt.

"You should wake me up like that more often." You wink.

Can Mora Buy Thoma?

FTM!Stripper!Thoma x Top!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language ver (AO3)

Contains: Non-Con to Con, Hair Pulling, Daddy Kink

Words: 1,032 | Reader Discretion is Advised

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Thoma became a stripper to earn mora for his family and basic living expenses. He doesn't need to worry about college since he has a full scholarship but otherwise he needs to work for everything else.

During the day he works as a server at Komore Teahouse and at night he works at a strip club. It wasn't common for strippers to have sex with clients and there were rules set to protect the dancers (and Thoma's virginity) so he felt pretty safe at work.

Up until you came in. You'd always pay for private time with him and he'd always refuse to have sex with you. You weren't going to give up though.

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You sit in your car, waiting for Thoma to get off work.

He walks out of the building in comfortable clothes and jumps when he sees your car door open.

"Thoma!" You call out, smiling widely.

Thoma stops. Now he knows why you didn't come today. "What..?"

"How much do I need to pay you to spend a night with you? I'm willing to pay anything."

"Please sir, I told you many times." Thoma shakes his head.

"What about 200 million mora?"

Thoma freezes. He doesn't even have 10 million in his bank account.

"300 million."

"..Fine." He sighs. It would be a mistake to pass up so much mora.

You grin and bring him to the back of your car, kissing and touching him while your driver takes the two of you to your house.

The closer you get, the less Thoma wants to go through with it. "Stop it.." Thoma says when your hand starts to get dangerously close to his crotch.

"I'm paying you 300 million mora, I shouldn't be hearing any complaints from you."

Thoma closes his eyes, grimacing when he feels your hand sneak underneath his pants.

You use two fingers to feel up his cunt through his underwear, slowly feeling his slick bleed through.

Before you can go any further, the driver pulls into your driveway.

"Well, we'll continue this in the bedroom." You smile, helping Thoma out of the car. You wave off your driver and lead the blond into your house.

Thoma struggles to verbalize his feelings, only making small strained sounds as you drag him to your room.

You gently push him onto the bed and start removing your clothes.

"I- I don't want to do it."

You only scoff in response.

Thoma sits up. "I'll...I'll do anything else. For less money or even none at all, just...please, sir."

You move on top of Thoma, chuckling. "You made it this far. Don't you want your reward?"

Thoma shakes his head. "Please don't.."

You rip his cheap pants off, causing Thoma to cry. "I'm begging you, please!"

You force him into a kiss to shut him up, ripping his underwear off in the process. You pull your underwear, the last off your clothes, off and align your dick to his entrance.

He screams into your mouth, flailing around in a futile attempt to push you away.

You pull away from his mouth as you stuff your dick inside him. "Be quiet and take daddy's cock like a good boy, alright?" You cover Thoma's mouth before he can scream. "Relax, 'm gonna make you feel good."

Thoma shakes his head, tears spilling from his eyes as he struggles to get comfortable with the burning intrusion of your length.

"Come on baby, don't fight me. Do you realize how much you're earning from this?" You kiss his forehead. "You could even live like a rich man if you let me keep fucking you. Weekly payments...you'll never have to work again."

You're not going to give up.

Thoma falls limp, sobbing harder as he reluctantly lets you fuck him. He won't come back but since he's already here...

"Good boy, mmh~ being so pliant for daddy now." You move your hand from his mouth and grab his waist, thrusting into him roughly. "You're gonna let daddy fuck you for cash, baby?"

"On- only once-" Thoma grimaces.

You laugh, making Thoma feel stupid. Would you not be satisfied with having sex with him once? Would you force him into it again and again?

"Daddy's gonna fuck you til he's satisfied baby." You lean into his ear. "Gonna come in your pussy over and over."

The thought makes Thoma break down into louder cries.

"Don't cry, baby." You rub his clit, touching it in a way that quickly brings him towards an orgasm.

Thoma arches his back and gasps, unconsciously clenching around you as he comes. His eyes shoot open in shock.

"Oh, you liked that?" You smile smugly.

"Wa- wait~!" He whines as you keep fucking his sensitive cunt. His moans get louder and more debauched, losing himself to the pleasure.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

Thoma covers his mouth in embarrassment.

You flip him over, lifting his ass up before you continue slamming into him. "Well I feel good, baby. Your tight pussy is practically hugging my cock."

Thoma buries his head in the pillow to suppress his moans.

You grab his ponytail and pull his head away from it. "I wanna hear how much a slut you are. Don't hide it from me."

His eyes roll to the back of his skull, wanton moans slipping out as you fuck him like he's just some prostitute you picked up off the street. He can't pretend he doesn't like this. "Fuck~! Daddy~"

"Yeah, baby?" There's a slight growl in your voice.

"'S go- good~!" He exclaims, literally drooling. "Th- think 'm gon- gon- uh~ come again~ ah~!"

You spank his ass. "Gonna come on daddy's cock baby?"

"Ye- yes~!"

"'M close too-" You groan. "Gonna fill your pretty pussy up with my cum baby, you'd like that, right?"

"Yes~! Wah~ wanna be filled~!" Thoma'll definitely think back on this and wonder what on earth was wrong with him.

"Good boy." You let go of his hair and grab his waist, coming at the same time as him.

Thoma's upper half falls limp, his whole body twitching in pleasure as he lets you pump your load into him.

"Daddy's not finished yet baby."

Perverse Fantasies

FTM!Ajax x Top!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language ver (AO3)

Contains: Panty Stealing, Scent Kink, Nipple Sucking

Words: 861

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During the day you're a popular, charismatic, straight A student on a full scholarship. At night however...

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Since Ajax usually spends the night out, you can do whatever you want to his stuff and he won't find out.

One would assume that you might be stealing his things since you're nowhere near as wealthy as he is, and it is true that you're stealing his things but the things that you're stealing are very...unconventional.

You decided to do Ajax's laundry one day since you were already doing yours and you wanted to thank him for paying most of the rent in any way you could. You weren't expecting Ajax to own panties, assuming he was more of a boxers type of guy.

You were already thinking perverted things about him but seeing his panties encouraged your thoughts even more. You started to take his dirty panties and jerk off to them on his bed whenever he was out, tainting them with your spend and tossing them somewhere in his room.

You figured he'd never find them, and if he did you'd feign ignorance and hope he's not creeped out enough to test the DNA.

Ajax already knows it's you. You're not as good at hiding it as you think you are. Ajax wonders if there's something wrong with him too because he gets so horny at the thought of you defiling his underwear.

He lets this go on for a while, wondering if you'll make the first move so when you don't, he takes matters into his own hands.

Ajax comes home one day to see you watching TV on the couch and an idea forms in his mind. He quickly goes to his room and strips down to just a big shirt and panties.

He walks over to you with his body trembling in excitement. He's so wet he's sure his panties are soaked.

You glance at him then do a double take, realizing he's nearly naked. "Fuck." You let out a sharp breath. 'Does he know what he's doing to me?' You wonder.

"Watching anything interesting?" Ajax asks as he sits down on your lap, wrapping his arms around your neck with a smile on his face.

You bite your lip. "Guess I'm watching you now."

He pulls his underwear off and shoves his soaked panties into your face. You take a big whiff, basking in his wonderful smell.

"You're a fucking pervert~" Ajax smirks, grinding down on your boner.

You groan in arousal and help him take your pants and boxers off.

He bites his lip at your length. "Why do pervs always have such huge cocks.." He closes his fist around the top half of your shaft, using his thumb to rub the pre cum around your tip.

Just watching and feeling Ajax touch your dick is almost enough to make you come.

Ajax notices that. "No one else has ever touched you before, huh?" He snickers, pressing his thumb down.

While that's true, it's mostly just because it's Ajax. "Jax.." You moan.

He pulls away and grabs your shoulders, using them to lift himself up. He smirks at you and stares into your eyes as he sinks down onto you.

Your expression is nothing short of euphoric. He feels even better than you imagined. Ajax moves all the way down to the hilt, your cock fitting snuggly inside him.

You move his panties away from your face, your hands wandering underneath his shirt to grope his chest while your mouth latches onto one of his nipples.

He slowly moves up and down, making sure not to move up too high so he doesn't disrupt you. You suck on his nipple like a new born baby and use your hand to make sure his other nipple isn't neglected.

"Ah.." Ajax moans and tightens around you. He moves your head away. "Fuck me."

You grab his sides and push him onto the couch, resting his head on a pillow so he doesn't hurt himself before thrusting inside him.

"Fuuuck-" You groan. "Your pussy feels so damn good, Ajax, holy shit."

He doesn't respond, losing it over how your cock is reaching the deepest and most pleasurable parts of him. To think a virgin could fuck him so good.

"Oh fuck, Ajax~" You close your eyes, focusing on how his wet walls feel around you.

"Don't hah~ don't tell me your- you're alr- already gon- gonna come~ ah~"

"Not until you come, I need to feel you when you come- fuck~"

"Do- doubt yo- you're gon- uh~ last~" He teases.

You toy with his bottom growth in a successful attempt to make him get closer.

Ajax bites his lip, holding onto the sides of the couch as you pull him into an orgasm. "Fuck- fuck-"

He starts sucking you in, clenching and unclenching around your length as he comes.

"Oh gods, Ajax-" You moan breathily. "'M gonna come too-"

You pull out and come all over his twitching pussy, your load almost enough to cover it entirely in cum. You look at it in awe before scrambling to get your phone and take a picture.

"Perv.." He mumbles.

A Gift

FTM!Heizou + Top!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language used

Contains: Kidnapping, Nipple Clamps, Sexual Torture, Overstimulation, Fucking Machine, Erotic Electrostimulation

Words: 769

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"Have a nice day, sweetheart!" You smile, waving as your husband leaves for the day.

Once Ayato is gone, you go and finish all of your tasks then get ready to take information to help him out.

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You stepped into the dimly lit room, a weird but intimidating mask on your face that made the kidnapped man shiver.

You used multiple tactics to get the man to speak. Threats, slapping, loud noise, shocking him with your electro vision, and waterboarding.

But it was never enough. For you at least, the man had already been ready to talk by the time you were getting ready to waterboard him.

Ayato noticed how frustrated you were becoming. You couldn't do much to your victims for your own protection so you couldn't torture them as you'd like to.

He decided he would get you your own 'toy' to torture how ever you want. Ayato kidnapped Shikanoin Heizou, a detective that seemed to be getting close to figuring out your identity, and gifted him to you.

Once Ayato left you immediately took him to your room full of toys for both pleasure and torture. You sit him against the wall and walk to another side of the room.

Heizou glares at you as you happily shuffle through a box of toys. He's duck taped and tied up so he doesn't even bother trying to do anything.

You turn around with a pink vibrator and make your way over to him. You rip his shorts off and remove the rope from his legs and hands. You spread them apart and bring them to either side of him, tying his ankles to his wrists and forcing him into an embarrassing position.

Heizou glares at you.

"I'll be a little kinder today...but don't expect any more kindness tomorrow." You smile, turning the toy on and holding it against his little cock.

Heizou closes his eyes, his face flushed pink with muffled moans escaping his taped mouth.

"Feels good, detective?" You smile and rip apart his underwear, putting the vibrator against his now bare area. You position it in a way that isn't enough to make him come but enough to make him squirm.

You eventually stop his torture and move away to get more items, metal clamps for his nipples and a fucking machine with a dildo already attached to it.

You stuff the clamps in your pocket and bring the contraption over to him.

Heizou looks down at the dildo then back up at you, as if to say 'you're gonna put that inside me?'

"It'll hurt." You smile and push just the tip inside him. You rip his shirt off and pinch his nipples with the clamps.

Heizou closes his eyes to prepare himself before you turn the machine on. It forces the entire dildo inside of him, making his eyes open wide.

You speed up the machine and watch as it destroys Heizou's insides. "Having fun?" You laugh.

Heizou shakes his head and makes muffled protests, his entire body in pain now.

You bring your finger to his bottom growth and shock it, instantly bringing him to an orgasm.

His eyes roll back and his body shakes violently from the sudden electrocution. He can't even catch his breath since the machine is still violating him.

"I wonder how long it'll take for you to pass out." You wonder aloud, tugging on his clamps. "Maybe two more shocks? Three? You probably have some resistance to it so maybe four?" You smile.

Heizou shakes his head rapidly.

You send electro from your finger tips to the clamps and to his poor nipples. He comes again with another violent shake.

"You should be happy I'm not removing your body parts." You hold his head in place. "Well, you should be happy for now."

Heizou's eyes widen. His screams and pleas barely make it past the tape.

You set up a live camera in front Heizou and walk to the door. "Oh, don't worry, I'm the only one who'll see that." You reassure him and leave.

You go to complete some important housework while watching Heizou on a tablet connected to the camera. You leave him like that for a few hours and he eventually faints.

When you come back to the room, he's still out like a light. You kneel down and electrocute his small cock again, causing him to quite literally jolt awake.

He looks at you with wide eyes and red tear stained cheeks, another orgasm messing up his thoughts.

"You did pretty good Heizou, I wonder how you'll do next time..?" You smirk.

Jealousy

Itto doesn't like you hanging out with that blue oni

FTM!Yandere!Itto x Top!Oni!Male Reader

Request

Warnings: Non-Con, Somnophilia, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Mating Cycles, Restraints, Possessiveness, Slight Breeding

Words: 776

Even though mating season was drawing near, you weren't quite ready to devote all your time to it. You wanted to spend some time with Takuya first.

You were completely unaware of how that made Itto feel. He was always kind of possessive but you didn't think he'd mind if you hung out with a close friend of his.

God were you wrong.

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You were sound asleep, unknowingly leaving yourself vulnerable to your boyfriend.

Itto manages to quietly walk into the room, ropes in hand. He crawls onto your bed, tying your respective hands to the two bed poles.

Itto pulls your covers off, revealing that you only had boxers on. He quickly pulls them off and sniffs them, inhaling your wonderful scent and making him even more horny than he was before.

He takes his underwear off, leaving him naked as well. He tosses it onto your face so you can wake up immediately to his scent.

He moves down, licking your currently flaccid dick before putting his whole mouth on it. He bobs his head up and down, sucking it just like you taught him.

Your dick was so big that Itto could barely handle it. He always does his best though, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he couldn't deepthroat your cock when he gives you a blowjob.

He moans as the tip of your dick hits the back of his throat. His nose is pressed on your pelvis, taking in the smell before making consistent movements. He loves the way your dick tastes and feels in his mouth. It's like heaven on earth having you inside him.

It's not long before you end up coming in his mouth. The amount you unload into him sets his horniness to maximum overdrive. He has to wait, basically cockwarming you while you pump out everything into his mouth. He swallows every bit of cum like it's a delicacy.

He reluctantly takes his mouth off and quickly sinks himself down on your dick.

"Ah~" He moans, grinning as you bottom out inside him. "Takuya will never know how it feels to have you inside him." He traces the bulge in his stomach, breathing heavily and shivering in arousal.

He gropes your large muscular chest as he grinds down, your dick hitting the perfect spot. He moans shamelessly, not caring if you wake up now.

He rubs his clit, getting close to an orgasm. He chants 'fuck' over and over before coming with a loud moan.

After coming down from his high he looks at you and checks if you've woken up yet. You haven't. Impressive.

He finally starts moving, fucking himself on your cock while you're dead asleep. A part of Itto wishes you'd wake up but he likes having you completely submissive to him. No complaints, no asking to stop, he can just do whatever he needs to please himself.

"Fuck~! Give me your kids~!" Itto moans, moving in a way that's sure to make you come fast. He chants your name over and over, begging for you to come inside him and fill him up.

"Yes~!" He throws his head back, orgasming as you stuff him full of cum. Even after already coming once, your cum is still thick and coming out in large amounts.

You finally wake up, unintentionally inhaling Itto's scent with his underwear on your face. You move your head to the side, effectively moving it off, looking at your boyfriend having the time of his life on top of you.

"It- Itto?" Your mostly soft dick starts to harden again.

He leans over and kisses you, making sure a lot of tongue is involved. You decide to give in, you'll scold Itto for this later.

He parts from the kiss, catching his breath before speaking. "Don't talk to Takuya anymore."

"Why not? He's your friend, isn't he?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I don't trust him. He might come onto you." He grips your shoulders, nails digging into them.

"Shit-" You try to ignore the pain. "You think I'd let him?"

"No but I'd have to kill him."

You pause, trying to make sense of what you just heard. Maybe he's joking?

"Don't joke about that kinda stuff." You laugh.

"I'm not joking." He looks at you with a serious look on his face.

"...Itto."

"Shh." He wraps his hand around your neck, not hard enough to choke you and starts riding you again. "Don't give me a reason to hurt him."

You try to say something more but you can't think of much while he's pleasuring you like this. This'll have to be a discussion for later.

Love the story keep up the good work.

How To Fight - Male!Reader x Ningguang & Yelan

Ningguang

"Yes. I am ready."

You eye Ningguang curiously. She has a confident smirk on her lips, her arms crossed over her chest. She's missing her usual dress, wearing light armor instead. You shoot her an amused look. 

"Someone's feeling daring today." You shrug. "Alright then."

You walk up to the weapon stand, grabbing two dull training swords. You spin around, throwing her one of them. She barely catches it, but quickly places it in her hands. You stretch your neck and approach her as Ningguang assumes the default stance you taught her. 

"I'll show you just how much I learned." She says, brandishing her weapon. "Three hits. Come at me."

"Hah! And make things easy for you, dear? You started this, so you come at me." You spin your sword in your hands, and ready it. 

Ningguang skips up to and swings sideways. You hold your weapon firmly, taking the blow wholly on the handguard. You push against her sword and retaliate with an upwards slash, but she dodges. A hard downwards slash tries to break your guard, but your parry and stab forward. Using both hands Ningguang manages to force the sword away, but you reposition and strike her with your shoulder. She staggers backwards and you finish with a trained top down hit to her shoulder. 

You withdraw. “Clumsy and slow. Again.”

She exhales heavily, steadying herself and returning to position. “Ready.”

This time you open with a barrage of quick cuts, all of them blocked with little effort. You tease her with a stronger hit, catching her retaliation on your hand guard. You step back, just in time to block another downwards attack, followed by a quick stab. You managed to deflect it and riposte, using your strength to break her weakened guard. She blocks the would-be killing blow just in time, forcing you to jump back. 

“Great.” You praise, but before she can react, you charge again. An upwards slash to the left, followed by a vertical combo is ineffective, but your stance nullifies her counter. Having used her acceleration to attack, Ningguang’s frame lowers, rendering her unable to stop a slash straight down on her back. She yelps, and you retreat, giving her space.

“Ow. That’s going to hurt tomorrow.” She groans, but retakes her stance once again, a frown of focus on her lips. 

“Focus. Last chance.”

She moves in without warning, forcing you into stance. Amongst her quick side-to-side attacks stabs are mixed in, forcing you to respond quickly. You find a moment to wind up a stronger riposte, resulting in her weapon being deflected upwards, giving you enough space to close the distance. You try to follow up with a low blow, but she manages to stop you. Before you can react, Ningguang elbows you across the face with her left arm, breaking your lip and sending you stumbling backwards. You send a sloppy, heavy blow at her, knowing she’ll dodge and step back. Now a few feet meters apart, you both resume the default positions. You wipe the blood from your face with your sleeve. 

She moves forward, delivering a variety of high strikes mixed in with various pushes. You keep your distance, making her attack faster and with less accuracy. You once again use your strength advantage and strike right at her weapon’s chappe. Ningguang, exhausted, agitated and unfocused, fails to recover, giving you enough space to slash at her chest. Feeling frisky, you twirl around and, before she can turn around, place a firm slap on her butt. She yelps in surprise.

“W-what was that for?!” You jog back to her, snickering under your breath. Ningguang’s face is red, partly from exhaustion and partly from embarrassment. 

You send her a teasing smile. “Let’s see. For… arrogance, for slacking off in training, and for being so hot.”

Ningguang takes off her helmet, and lets out an exhausted sigh, the expression of embarrassment changing into a smirk. “Understood."

You approach her. Suddenly, but gently, you grab her chin, and place a brief kiss on her forehead, earning a soft smile from her. 

"You'll get it eventually. Patience, Ningguang, patience."

Yelan

Warm sunlight pours through the windows of the gym, reflecting off of the bright, lacquered wood. The day outside is peaceful, but the situation within the hall is anything but.

Sounds of moans and grunts of extortion echo, as do the sounds of hits and the swishing of blades. Sweat pours from your bodies, but neither you nor Yelan lose focus. Your minds are occupied on the deadly exchange of slashes and pushes, always seeking for an opening in each other's guard. One stabs, the other stops the stab, and retaliates, only to have their attack blocked and returned. Locked in a seemingly endless, intense cycle of combat. Action and reaction. Only that exists in your minds. 

Your eyes are cold on Yelan's. Your movements are calculated, backed up with years of grueling training and countless combat scenarios. Every muscle tenses and relaxes on effortless demand, perfectly aligned with your mind, coming across as instinctual. Yelan, in the meantime, grits her teeth. Her body aches, longs for, pleads, demands rest, even if just for a moment. Though she had been dueling you for just over six minutes, her adrenaline-filled brain processes time faster. It feels like she's been fighting forever, exchanging blows, pushes, slashes and stabs with you. 

Some part of her regrets ever asking you to teach her close quarters combat these two weeks ago. The other reprimands her for backing out, in your voice. She knows she has to. For her own safety. She won't always have a better weapon on her, nor will she have backup. The majority of spontaneous encounters end within the first 10 minutes, you said. She knows she has to last. 

Her body screams for mercy. It bleeds from the numerous small cuts, mainly on her bruised and battered forearms. Just as you suggested, she had been using them as a guard and a shoving  tool, and they work. She just never expected it to hurt like the Abyss. Just barely managing it, Yelan inflicted several wounds on your body too. The ones you inflicted are shallow, but deep enough to draw dark, crimson blood, while hers are deeper, sloppier. Her eyes constantly steal brief glances of the nasty gash on your cheek. Despite your hand being almost covered in blood from the slash on your thumb, you don't frown, let alone flinch. Your hands somehow remain steady, while hers have been trembling for some time now. 

Yelan's body is drenched in sweat, both from the intensive activity, and something never before felt by her during these sessions. 

Stress. 

It's her first exam. It will decide whether she will continue on to learn more advanced combat, or spend the next week revising and training, both under your watchful eye. But that's not what worries her, and neither is the fact that it's just the second time you fight with real, sharp blades. It's you, not as her instructor, but as her lover. The sight of your blood bothers her, especially that it was she who inflicted the wounds it comes from. She understands, she really does, that training has to be rigorous, as real combat will be unforgiving. Yet at the same time she doesn't want to hurt you. She knows that neither do you, but you're skilled enough to keep the damage minimal, while she isn't. And then there's the chill in your eyes. No warmth, none of the familiar feeling of security and comfort - just merciless instruction. Yelan knows that it's only temporary, that you'll return to normal after the session ends, but that on top of the former is becoming too much for her. 

She feels like it's real. That she really needs to harm and kill you, else you would do the same. Her eyes feel the prickle of tears in the corners, of both exhaustion and discomfort. She waits for a good opportunity, blocks your attack, and hops back swiftly. You instinctually move to engage her again, but she raises her open hands slightly. 

"Stop, stop. I concede. I concede. Please, no more."

You stay in stance for a moment, but soon relax and stand down. After sheathing the knife, you wipe your bloody hands with your shirt. 

"Alright."

Without another word, you move to the bench. Yelan watches on as you grab a water bottle and press it against your lips, proceeding to down almost all of it in one go. She sighs and closes her eyes. 

"Heh, just don't fall asleep over there." You smile and turn to face her, but stop when you see her. "Yelan, is everything okay?" 

"Yes, yes, I just… Ugh. I'm tired." She tries an evasive answer as she joins you on the bench, her own hydration in her hand. 

"Don't lie to me. I know something’s bothering you.”

She covers her face with her hands, and sighs. “I don’t want to do this.”

You hum in response. “Wasn’t it you who suggested these lessons?”

“I did, but I didn’t expect you to make me do this.” 

You scoff, your thoughts still deep in training mode. “Getting injured is just a part of the training. Besides, Yelan, you aren’t seriously hurt. Are you?”

She rubs her eyes, wiping small tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her voice comes out nearly as a growl. “I don’t want to hurt you, is this so hard to understand? And you’re so cold, and so… foreign today. I just… You…” Her voice drops to a near whisper. “You’re scaring me.”

You stay silent, taken aback by this statement. She glances up at you and continues. 

“It’s just that you’re so emotionless, and different from the man I know. I l-love you, and you’re making me treat and hurt you like an enemy? You even act as one. I feel like you’re… a stranger with my husband’s face.”

Taking a deep breath, you try to ease her worries, but she cuts you off before you can speak. 

“I don’t care, do you understand? I don’t care that I need training, o-or that real enemies won’t go easy on me! You’re not one of them! I don’t want to treat you as one, please! We can train, really, but I don’t want to do this. Anything but this, please.” A few stray tears slip through her fingers. Her tone is now more hushed, sounding broken. “Please…”

You scoot over closer to her, and place your right hand on her elbow. “Yelan. Please, look at me.”

She looks up, her blue eyes almost pleading. “Y/N…”

You pull her into a hug. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I went too far. I should have asked first, been more gentle and empathetic. I… Have no excuse.”

Her slender arms snake around you, securing comfortably around your chest. She lets out a very quiet, muffled sob. “I don’t want to do this ever again, p-please. I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N.” 

You gently stroke her hair, getting a little blood on the dark blue strands from the injury she inflicted. “You won’t have to. I’m sorry, my love. I’m so sorry.”

Eventually, in your arms, Yelan is able to steady her emotions. She parts with you, a sad look still present on her face. She moves her hand to your bloody cheek, fingers carefully avoiding touching the injury. She smiles at you.

“Come on. Let’s go home.”

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