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fucking DAN FENG's previous previous incarnation so good the memories latch with every incarnation ever and they're all so head over heels in love for reader like damn.

Reader is basically their mate as if they all know by instinct that he's THE ONE that fucked them SO GOOD.

It's like that with dan feng too, the moment he saw you he just went feral with instinct and need, the unfamiliar yet familiar sensations rushed through him and he acted on impulse, pulling you to his chamber and kissed you hard and rough like all the previous incarnation did before.

It's the same now with dan heng too.

The moment he saw you, next to jing yuan at the devine commission, he had to squeeze his thighs to hold in a whimper

who are you really? dan feng/dan heng

cw;; angst, nsft, tail pulling, blood mention

im sorry for being a whore for the sads. i was thinking about this quest in canon about a vidyadhara and a xianzhou native where this guy falls in love with her in every life but for her it's just losing the person she loves over and over again. i think a relationship between a vidyadhara and a xianzhou native is inherently pretty sad like that but I think adding the fact that dan feng is the xianzhou's biggest fuck up to the mix makes it even more. that's why I wrote it with y/n being kind of distant because like... how many times has he loved this man so much and so deeply only to be forgotten and treated like a stranger?

who are you? dan feng asks himself a thousand times. he knows technically who you are, you're an attendant for general jingliu. he doesn't know why his thighs squeeze around nothing when he's near you, he doesn't know why when you touch him his body grows so hot it's hard to think, he doesn't know why your voice makes him want to fall to his knees. he can surmise you know but he never has the chance to get you alone, he only ever sees you when you're with the general.

then one day you're running an errand for her that brings you to his estate. your errand doesn't matter because the vidyadhara high elder has ordered you to his bed chamber. he was just going to interrogate you. he needed to finally know who you were.

that plan fell apart when you casually entered his room. you were standing there, a knowing smile on your face and your head cocked to the side. dan feng may have lacked the memories of his former lives but his body didn't. with a practiced ease he slipped his robes over his shoulders, his eyes asking if you liked what you saw.

"you're insatiable as always, high elder. I've not yet had a full conversation with you but you're here exposing yourself to me." you stepped forward until your legs reached the bed.

"you know me...?" it wasn't really a question considering you both clearly knew the answer.

you laughed at him. choosing to respond with your hand coming up and gently pushing his robe further off his body. his skin met the cold air and his soft pink nipples immediately hardened earning another warm laugh from you. he felt like you were mocking him but he couldn't bring himself to be offended, instead his heart felt warm.

you traced your fingers down his thin chest until they met where his robes were tied around his waist. "you can stop me whenever you want, high elder."

"dan feng." he said softly, almost embarrassed by himself.

"hm?" you tilted your head at him.

"my name, it's dan feng." that earned him another laugh.

"ahh sorry, dan feng. i've never known any of you to like being called your title." your tone was smug and oh so knowing.

your hand pulled at the knot around his waist finally undoing it and exposing his naked front to your leering eyes. dan feng found himself unable to form words as his cock twitched and swelled with desire that wasn't entirely his. he expected you to mock him, to laugh at his pathetic state that he couldn't even explain. yet you didn't, your arrogant smirk had even disappeared from your lips as you focused your gaze on his body. your head was so close to his that the young dragon could smell your hair but you weren't even looking at him instead your face had an odd expression as you stared at his body. he opened his mouth to speak as your eyes came back up to stare into his, your eyes took his breath away. he'd never seen you this close before but now you were right in front of him so close he could touch you and your beautiful eyes were looking at him with an emotion he couldn't decipher.

"i can help you take care of this, dan feng." your voice sounded odd, lacking the arrogance of before.

dan feng reached up and grabbed your arms with a desperation he'd never felt before. "you know that my body is yours."

a heavy smile crossed your face. "i wouldn't dare lay claim to your body, dan feng."

"... is my appearance not to your liking?" he felt like he'd done something wrong to you and that was the only reason you didn't have him shoved into his bed right now.

you blinked at him before your arrogant smile returned to your face. "you're beautiful."

"then ravish me." he pushed aside the odd feeling in his chest and took up a commanding tone.

you didn't waste any time immediately your mouth was on his, like a man dying of thirst as your tongue pressed to his lips. dan feng who had never known these things in this life felt his body reacting on instinct and pulled you down over top of him. your hands explored him like they had done so a thousand times, effortlessly finding weak spots that he didn't even know existed. one of your larger hands pinched his perky nipple drawing out a loud moan that let you slide your tongue in his mouth. your other hand hiked his thigh onto your hip allowing you easy access to roll your clothed hips against him. dan feng was moaning and squirming under your large body, his hands struggling against the overwhelming pleasure to get your clothes off.

it was only once his cock was red and leaking that you finally eased off of him. your hands were fumbling to quickly pull your clothes off as you took in heavy breaths. despite dan feng's own incompetence when it came to touching you it seemed like you were also aroused. his eyes watched transfixed as you undid your belt, your thumbs hooking into your pants and dragging them down. his eyes immediately fixed on the large bulge in your underwear, his mouth starting to water with desire.

you laughed at his pathetic state. "patience, dear."

your hand came over to rub your thumb over his kiss swollen lips, the slightest brush against his bottom lip had his mouth opening and taking your thumb on his tongue. on instinct he sucked on your thumb, his tongue swirling around the digit with precision he shouldn't have possessed. you moaned, sliding your thumb deeper into his mouth until your whole digit was coated in his spit.

"that feels nice doesn't it, dan feng? i know it feels so good to let your head empty for me." your thumb began to pull out of his mouth slowly but he scraped his teeth against the top of it in a minor attempt to stop you.

"mm such a good boy." your voice was so warm and calming as your thumb pushed back into his mouth.

"its ok, lose yourself. the only thing that matters is pleasing me." you pulled your thumb free from his mouth as his eyes finally grew hazy and distant.

"what do I do...?" dan feng could feel his head grow fuzzy as his body got hotter.

"wanna see you with your tail in the air pretty boy."

all it took was your words and dan feng found himself face down in his bed, his tail held high in the air. you ran your fingers from the base of his tail up drawing an absolutely sinful moan from the high elder. when your fingers finally began to push at his hole they slid in easily like his body had already molded to your shape. his body greeted you like an old friend; his hole already loose and ready for you, your every touch drawing little moans and shivers from him. it didn't take long for him to be a drooling and ready mess against his silk sheets.

your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, they always have. your thick cock fills the pretty dragon beneath you until his stomach is bulging but he doesn't whine in pain. his tail fits so perfectly in your hand and acts like such a good handle so you can jack hammer deep inside him. his pretty pink swollen lips hang open with drool dripping down his chin between his cock drunk babbling. he cums first in his pathetic state, cock spilling all over the sheets before he feels his legs try to give. you don't let him fall, hands keeping his hips in the air when he no longer has the strength to do it himself.

you were planning to make him cum and stop but your body craved him just as much as he craved you. you buried your face into his hair, pressing your chest down against his back, trying to memorize as much of him as possible. you should have completely memorized him by now but every time things like his soft scent and pretty voice were the first things to fade. your nails dug into his hips enough to draw blood but dan feng didn't do anything but moan and whine in reaction. your pretty dragon didn't know that you were currently struggling to ingrain him into your mind, all he knew was that his mate was fucking him like a wild animal.

you mouthed slurred praise against his neck; telling him he was so good for you, so pretty, took him so well, such a good slut. it was hard to tell if it was the hickey you left in his skin or the excess praise that caused him to cum again. his hole tightened so much around you that you lost yourself, finally pumping ropes of cum in his tight ass. his pretty thighs were trembling and he babbled his thank yous clearly believing that was the end of your mating. you only gave yourself a moment to rest before you continued your jackhammer pace.

the pretty high elder was an absolute mess when you finished with him; bruises, bite marks, scratches, cum stains, hand prints. he was so fucked out you had to gingerly move him into place in your arms, you held him like you'd held him a thousand times. his pretty eyes blinked at you as he fought to stay conscious but your hand gently rubbing his back certainly made it difficult.

"mate..." he whined so softly his voice raw from the hours of use.

you pressed a kiss into his hair. "so good for me."

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from then dan feng didn't receive any answers, you actively tried to avoid his question. but despite the look you would get occasionally you always remained by his side. you felt like you were at a distance but you gave him everything he asked for so how could he be angry? you wish that back then you had let yourself love him properly, you should have indulged yourself in the lovey dovey actions of his past lives. you didn't realize that he would be gone for good.

all at once you lost everything in your life because of your mate's foolishness but you didn't even get the right to be angry at him. you remember when jing yuan stepped up as general and asked you to assist him the same way you had his mentor. at the time you had only asked that you be exempt from attending the high elder's trial, you wanted your last memory of him to be anything but him in chains. if you could have you would remove the last memory of jingliu being covered in your friend's blood from your brain too. but even while the xianzhou recovered you were left to remember the past.

it was the longest 500 years of your infinitely long life. you could tell that several times jing yuan thought he would lose you to the mara but you persisted. you remained a loyal attendant to the general even as the ambrosial arbor looked to tear the ship apart. when you have nothing but time of course everything will eventually recover.

"you don't need to attend." jing yuan sounded thoughtful while you poured his tea.

"i would find it rude to run away from the people who saved our home." your face was emotionless and empty like it had been for a long time. you caught the general giving you a pitying look before he enjoyed his tea.

you couldn't have guessed why he would look at you like that. you couldn't have guessed that tricky bastard wouldn't have just told you. the visitors from the astral express were standing there looking at you, a background employee who had just dropped and smashed a 300 year old tea set all over the divination commission floor. your eyes were fixed on the black haired man, the one who was unmistakably looked just like dan feng. his eyes met yours and the slightest of blushes crossed his cheeks like it had in a thousand life times before.

"i apologize for-" jing yuan was cut off by that soft voice.

"who are you..?"

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The Obsidianite Jewel

A reader x Chevalier Michel fanfiction

Masterlist

Summary: It all started when your fiancé, Prince Gilbert, brought you to the palace of Rhodolite. He hoped he would find the secrets of the princes. Instead, he lost your heart to the brutal beast.

Wattpad (Chapters update later than on Tumblr)

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Chapter 1 - Tumbling Books - sfw

Chevalier - 1st POV - sfw

Chapter 2 - The Round table - sfw

Chapter 3 - The Secret Library - sfw

Chapter 4 - The Royal Ball - 16+ ? sfw in general

Chapter 5 - A Midnight Escape - trigger warning

Chapter 6 - Goodbye - sfw

Chapter 7a- The Black Tiger - nsfw

Chapter 7b - The Rhodolite Mission - sfw

Chapter 8 - Belle - sfw

Chapter 9 - The Rose Garden - sfw

Chapter 10 - Lost in Shallow Waters - trigger warning

Chapter 11 - All hell breaks loose - graphicness warning

Chapter 12 - Roses painted red - graphicness warning

Chapter 13 - Cupid - nsfw

Chapter 14 - The Brutal Beast's favourite mistress - sfw

Chapter 15 - Your Royal Highness - violence warning

Chapter 16 - Fight for my love - sfw

Chapter 17 - Sacrifice

Chapter 18 - Istidor - sfw

Chapter 19 - My everything - violence warning

Chapter 20 - The Final Stand

Chapter 21 - I Love you - nsfw

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Dear Mr. Jude 'They're Only Getting To You Over My Cold Corpse' Jazza...your overprotective is showing again. 💜

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we have it all (i have you)

⸻ bottom al haitham & top male reader. adult content. mdni. combination of praise and degradation, pet names, anal sex, cowgirl & mating press position, rough sex, he passes out lol, momentary cuddling, cockwarming. 1.6k wc.

your hips are flush against alhaitham's pelvis, his palms flat and fingers fluttering against your chest in an attempt of pushing you away from him.

he thinks you're so big like this―the position you have him in makes his mind do a frenzy of somersaults, and he swears he can feel you swell bigger inside of his hole when you scrutinise the array of indecent expressions forming on his countenance.

this was now the nth round, already having you a smitten mess―you couldn't help but dig your fingers deeper into the fleshy skin of his hips that has his legs looping around your waist clumsily for support.

you never realised how pretty alhaitham could look until this very moment, like time had paused completely and the aloofly whimsical scribe was nowhere to be found in your burning presence. although, his snarky tone and cheeky smile still lingered at the back of your mind, this was still a sight to behold and one you're never going to forget about.

no one can see him like this, except for you. it was a cute side only alhaitham showed you when he had enough confidence to provoke you out of anger.

of course, it always started with that emotion.

however, he soon came to realise that being man-handled was a favourite hobby of his, that little facade quickly melting away when you press the slightest heat against any of his erogenous zones.

it was quite easy, honestly, especially when he practically begged to be dicked down on a late friday night due to stress. it became a habit, and then a routine, and then an...addiction. it got so bad that his roommate kaveh almost ended up joining in with the two of you. not like you could refuse him, but alhaitham ignored you for two weeks straight after that encounter, even though he was the one crying out your name.

alhaitham was beautiful like this, though, you thought, so much saliva coating the dry cracks of his lips that guided you down memory lane of how this whole thing instigated in the first place.

it was easy to rile alhaitham up―he was generally a man that didn't cop a lot of shit, but only did so when using his whole body weight on you to stop you from ridiculing him. he was a large guy, so you expected something like this to happen since expressing emotions were arbitrary, depending on his mood.

he hates to be teased, and he especially hates it when its done mockingly. sometimes he's a brat, other times he's puny in your arms―just like now. he's feeble and achingly sensitive under your manoeuvres because you know where all of his sensitive areas are.

it's easy. he was a simple man. with simple needs. all you needed to do was make him want you indispensably―like his life depended on you and all the things that you did to him.

you lean back on your heels, lifting alhaithams hips up that has your cock head inquiring the squishiness of his prostate. you stay there momentarily before reclining back into the bed with your arms looped around his abdomen, a wide smirk forming on your lips when you station comfortably.

he's on top of you now, knees positioned at each side of your v-line, panting, and giving you the evilest glare imaginable. yet, it failed to hide the evident red blooming across the apples of his cheeks.

he knew exactly the type of shit you were up to.

"move your slutty little ass for me haitham." you call out to him from below in a bullish tone, lifting your knees up and spreading your legs that has your thighs meeting his ass half way.

he keens from this action, a loud click of his tongue fading into a small grunt, wet eyelashes fluttering against cheeks.

alhaitham moves slowly at first―readjusting to the new position and how your cock probes his walls meticulously.

"big."

you hear him mumble, a little bit ditzy-looking when you notice he can't focus on your face clearly. he lifts himself up and allows half of your cock to spill out of him, and then he grabs ahold of your knees before slithering back down to meet your pelvic bone again, giving his own body a quick wiggle that has his legs quivering.

you stroke his leaking crown and then flicker your hungry gaze back up to meet his. that look in his eyes did unimaginable things to you―if only alhaitham knew what he looked right now, maybe he'd feel some sort of shame or embarrassment for being such a cock hungry whore for your dick.

and maybe, just maybe, teasing him would go so much easier if he admitted how cute he was.

after a while with your hands restricted under your head in view of his achingly slow ministrations, you lift them out and grab his hips before slamming yourself into him impatiently.

he hisses from this action and collapses onto your chest, his nose nudging the cologne of your neck and it makes him tense up. his ear loosely traced the skin of your lips, giving you leeway to whisper nasty thoughts into his head as you continuously sink into his hole.

"you can do better than that, baby..."

"this hole of your is such a fucking slut. did you know that? hmm?"

"what was that, darling? i'm not done with you yet. i haven't filled this belly of yours to the brim with my cum."

"you look so pathetic like this, y'know? so pathetic and clueless, its so cute. i want to eat you up."

"stop complaining and just take my cock already."

"use your words."

it wasn't long before alhaitham spilled over the expanse of your abdomen and chest, that string of self-dignity finally snapping when he realised just how good you made him feel. he croacked incoherents about how sensitive his tip was and how raw his ass felt with your cock stuffing it.

alhaitham leaned back slowly, lifting himself up to gaze down at you with half-lidded eyes―he was a big man, with a big attitude and a big need of security, but that never stopped you from making him feel good.

yet there was still a sense of authority dancing behind those beautiful emerald eyes and it made you shiver. you couldn't tell whether or not he was still pissed off at you from that argument prior to fucking his ass open, but it compels you to smirk up at him just recalling it, nonetheless.

and then he starts to move his ass against your pelvis, bringing you back to the present moment as he rode you.

you hiss when he does so, throwing a hand over his ass and squeezing the flesh before involuntarily bucking your knees upward and hips into him.

you let out a puff of hot air before swooping an arm around his waist and putting him flat into a matting press. his knees press to the bed and he cries out your name when you angle your hips correctly into him.

"fuck, you asshole- i just came!" alhaitham whines, anxiously shifting his gaze between his bobbing dick and your flushed face.

you bite your bottom lip, releasing it, and then leaning into his ear to whisper, "would you rather me go slow, like, this? instead?"

you pull out of him gently that leaves a popping sound resonate in the atmosphere, his asshole twitching from feeling so empty, before stuffing your angry cock back into him. the gradual movement makes him pant desperately, tears brimming in his eyes that forces the man below you to look up and hold your gaze for some sort of comfort.

the pressure in his belly was getting too intense.

he was giving you this look of, probably, along the lines of, "fuck you dirty bastard. i hate you and your stupidly big dick." something something. you held his eye contact until he broke it first when you found that sweet spot inside of him again, bullying it over and over again.

alhaitham then wraps both arms around your neck and pulls you into him, your nose cramped in the corner between his shoulder and jaw.

"please, please-"

you recline with him still attached to you like a leech desperate for more blood, raising a brow at him, "you don't like it when i go slow like this? i can feel you twitching like crazy. your slutty hole is eating me right up."

the man below you flushes pathetically at this, his asshole responding more to your words than his face, and his face is showing more than you needed to know.

you then increase your pace and the moans finally slip freely from his lips, mumbling a quiet string of words like, "so good, so good. i feel so full. right- there. i think 'm gonna cum again..."

the amount of times that he had relieved himself should be a record, but that wasn't hard considering you still hadn't given him your first offering yet. and it felt like a big one, building up in your system.

"you want me to breed this little hole of yours? hmm? 'm not tryna get you pregnant baby, promise."

alhaitham chokes on his words before pathetically, rolling his eyes, before whining a "please" and "yes, yes, please cum in me. fill me up", that has you tripping over the edge.

fucking into him now at an unimaginable pace, you ease off after one final thrust, dragging your body into him that has alhaitham clawing at your back and tears dripping onto your shoulder. when you lean back and pull out of him, his eyelids are shut and there is a placid expression on his face.

you smile contently to yourself, pulling one of his ass cheeks to the side to watch your seed ooze out of him.

"what a waste..." you sigh, lining up your cockhead and sheathing yourself completely inside of him again.

you begin to move alhaitham into a little spoon position, planting kisses along the sweaty expanse of behind his ear, and neck, sensing his steadied pulse, then finally ending at his shoulder.

"goodnight, my love."

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fucking DAN FENG's previous previous incarnation so good the memories latch with every incarnation ever and they're all so head over heels in love for reader like damn. Reader is basically their mate as if they all know by instinct that he's THE ONE that fucked them SO GOOD.

It's like that with dan feng too, the moment he saw you he just went feral with instinct and need, the unfamiliar yet familiar sensations rushed through him and he acted on impulse, pulling you to his chamber and kissed you hard and rough like all the previous incarnation did before.

It's the same now with dan heng too. The moment he saw you, next to jing yuan at the devine commission, he had to squeeze his thighs to hold in a whimper~

Hnngh,,MINORS DNI!! Top Vidyadhara male reader,, Sub dan heng incarnations,,tail/horn pulling,,mate dynamics,,masturbation,,

Being a constant for his incarnations,,even when he first emerged from the egg you were there for him,, a guiding and special light for his lost being,,teaching the grasps of being a pure Vidyadhara

Gripping at his first incarnations hair with force,,fucking him outside as his tail wraps tightly around your form,,looking up at you with tears in his eyes,,he only messed up once!! He already apologised for not being prim and proper like you taught him!!

Cumming all over his tummy as his back arched,,his hands grasping at the grass as his mouth stays in an open moan,,his first ever orgasm was taken by you,,his tail stayed wrapped around your body,,holding you flushed against him,,he had found you,,his mate!!

Even as his first incarnation passed,,you were still there,,Dan feng being one of his more notable incarnations,,he had never met you until you happened to be visiting his home!! His blurry memory remebers you greeting him warmly,,

Your hand taking his as you press a soft kiss to his hand,,people who he barely remembers standing at your side,,dan feng couldn't help before pull your face into a passionate kiss!!

Dan heng felt like an intruder to his previous carnations life,,he had never met you,,he didn't even know your name but everytime one of those fleeting memories flashed in his mind he had to excuse himself,,

Hiding away in his room as he quickly pulls down his pants,,as he remember the fleeting memory of dan feng,, how his lips fit so perfectly in yours,,how desperate his incarnation sounded as he bounced on your dick,,

Dan hengs fist stuttering around his cock as he guiltily jwrks himself to memories of another life,,his feral mind begging for you,,begging for you warmth and to find you again!! He needed his mate!!

Standing inbetween March and the trailblazer,,trying not to allow his mind to drift away to the thought of his mate as the trio waited for jing yuan to bring an apparent Vidyadhara elder for help,,

As March agreed to jing yuan returned, Dan glanced up only to see you,,his mate and the person from his memories,,you had an amused smirk on your face as your long dragonic tail lazily wagged from side to side!!

Dan heng felt a rush of emotions,,that was his mate,,your scent was correct,,his instincts were going off as they begged for you cock inside of him,,moving to cover his mouth with his palm,,his thighs squeezing together to hide his weeping erection!!

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WE

NEED

MORE

SUB SOLOMON

FANFICS

He is serving house husband in this game and NO ONE IS PAYING ATTENTION TO HIM.

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Incorrect quotes#822 "Mom/Mc" mode

Raphael: Last night, Mc had a meeting with Michael in the Human world, and Mammon picked up a dagger someone left on a crate, and let me tell you…

Raphael: When Mc yelled “Put that shit back” so loud, you know what I did?

Simeon: You put your own shit back didn’t you?

Raphael: I put my own shit back...

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‎”THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. it may save a life.) Reblog this!

   It seems that alot of attackers use some tactic to get away with violence. Not many people know how to take care of themselves when faced with such a situation. Everyone should read this especially each n every girl in this world. THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD INFO TO PASS ALONG… FYI - Through a rapist’s eyes! A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts: 1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets. 2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing. 3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered. 4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots. 5] Number two is office parking lots/garages. 6] Number three is public restrooms. 7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught. 8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming. 9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands. 10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it. ———————————————————————————————————————————- POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER: 1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

  2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would  not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target. 3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent. 4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh - HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts. 5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there. 6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly. 7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble. ——————————————————————————————————————————- FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL …. I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be some, where you will go “hmm I must remember that” After reading forward it to someone you care about, never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in. 1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it. 2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION! 3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives. 4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.  

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage: a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) . b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars. c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)  

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot). 7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN! 8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.   

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry. If u have a heart or compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

  REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW ATLEAST PEOPLES WILL KNOW WATS GOIN IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information. I hope you all will Reblog. Lets See how many of you really care for this.

[fantasymen]

Kinktober day sixteen: lactation

Dom!Reader x Sub!AlHaitham

!Warning! This fic contains: humping, nipple play, lactation, teasing (?)

Reader is gender neutral

Word count: 1.6k

Nini!rant: This is inspired by that one alhaitham fic, it was so hot I nearly collapsed

Alhaitham, the scribe of the academy, a men of virtue and intelligence instead of charisma. Somehow buff as hell, probably does lifting while reading. He was your boyfriend, not even you were sure how that happened. You were grateful though, because he was actually a really nice partner. Sometimes a bit too much a of a nerd, but it didn’t really bother you. Besides, those pecs of his were enough to ease whatever negative emotions you might have against him. They are just such a nice stress relief, just like the whimpers of this man. Needless to say, you loved teasing his breasts.

Today wasn’t a great day for you, some unlucky things happened and it really irritated you. You were literally counting the seconds until your lovely boyfriend would come home. He was always on time, so you didn’t need to wait much longer. Just looking at him would be able to raise your spirits, and that handsome face or those muscles… ops, stop day dreaming!

When he came home you pulled him towards the bedroom already, saying, “this is important!” He was a bit taken aback, but just followed you. “What is it that you need my assistance with?” “I need to release some stress.” Ah, he knows what you are hinting at now. “I just came home.” “And I’ve been waiting for you all day.” Oh well, lucky for you he was in the mood too. The other scholars were so annoying, kept pestering him about if he will be the next sage. And those that weren’t asking him if he will become a sage, are on their knees begging him to become one. What’s so hard to understand about a no, humanity would be so much better if people just listened to others.

The man was laying down on the bed now, mattress sinking down slightly. You climbed on top of him, hovering above the male slightly before pressing one knee against his crotch. Afterwards you leaned down to his level to ask him, “How was your day today, darling?” “You are only asking me this now?” A chuckle left your lips, he was being sarcastic again, but you found that funny about him. “When else if not now? So, I’ll asks again, how was your day?” You were so stubborn too, always so lively and expressive. He doesn’t believe he has ever seen you being truly upset or angry. A total opposite of him, who always wears a stern face. This made people believe that he was the top in your relationship, he wasn’t sure how they found out you two have something going on in the first place.

“It was quite troublesome, now are you just going to keep having small talk with me?” He said, voice serious like always. Well, not always. When the two of you were behind closed doors, he would start sounding like some kind of animal. Whimpering and squeaking while you coo at him, just thinking back at all the times you humiliated him was enough to make his heart beat out of line. “Yep, I do plan on keep doing exactly that!” You answered his question, humming a song as you started to undress him. “If so, why are you stripping me?” “Because I want to play with you while we talk~!” He’s got nothing to say in opposition now, too tired to question everything. The male just wanted to relax and let you take care of him, all those exhausting tasks and responsibilities weighting down on his mind.

After you were done with undressing him, you didn’t waste a second to grope his chest. Touching it to your hearts content. “Ah yes, I’ve been missing this.” You smiled while playing with his pecs, earning a low sigh from the male. “You like them this much?” He really didn’t get you, you’ve always been like this. There was just no reason why you could find that body part so appealing, but he is especially confused on why you love touching his nipples. What’s the point in touching a men’s chest?

“Yep, they are amazing.” You said, as you started to circle around his pinks buds, fingertips gently brushing over them occasionally. “Uh-uhm..” He thought that this was quite awkward actually, a tad embarrassed as you kept commenting about how big and firm they were. “They are soft too and feels so nice to the touch.” Your praises didn’t stop, admiring the male as well as his gorgeous body. Alhaitham still didn’t understand the meaning of touching a man’s chest, but since you seem to be enjoying yourself, he didn’t mind.

You resumed your previous movements, teasing his nipples occasionally. Rubbing them with your fingertips, looking at him like a delicious meal you wanted to savour before you actually did that. Starting to suck on his soft but also firm chest, tongue rolling over his buds. Using your hands to twirl or tug on the other one. “You like this, Haitham?” You teased, voice muffled against his flesh. “Uhm-ugh, wait a second..that feels weird.” His breathing started to get unsteady, somehow the feeling of your touch on his chest send tingles running through his body. It really was weird, unique and so forbidden. As if he shouldn’t do this. And yet here he is, playing right into your hand as well as obeying your every comment. He doesn’t remember being so obedient, it must be the fatigue.

“Do you hate it?” The question rang through his ears, somehow he als most missed it, “no- no I don’t think I hate it.” “Then it should be fine.” You resumed your assaults on the man’s pecs, playing with him to your hearts content. It was so relaxing, you could already feel your stress subsiding. “Haaah.. how- long do you plan on doing that?” Why was he so impatient? He’s been rushing you the entire time now. That’s when your focuse on his breast shifted, noticing something peculiar. He was moving his hips, grinding his bulge against your leg. You couldn’t help but smile at that, “my, is my little haitham this needy already?” You bit down on his chest when he didn’t answer you, making him groan in pain. “Ugh-!” His dick twitched in his pants, face flushed a bit redder at the fact he got caught red handed. “Heh~” you let out a small giggle, before going back to leaving sloppy kisses on his torso.

This time, something was different. It was indescribable, shocking both of you greatly. He started to leak, but not from his dick, from his breast. The alhaitham was lactating. There were only a few small droplets coming out as you licked his nipples, tongue rolling over the fluid and getting surprised by it. He didn’t even understand the commotion, until you asked him in a disbelieving tone, “oh my.. haitham, did you just lactate?” You won’t believe how wide his eyes were as he heard that, mouth hung agape while he said, “what?!” “That’s so cute..!” You were basically squeaking now, you never knew he could do that so this was such a pleasant surprise. With that being said, you went back to sucking on them, wanting to taste him. “Wait a moment- uhm! Ga-gahh..” he was suddenly so sensitive, was it triggered by the fact he started producing milk? Face now completely red while you kept going down at him.

You were drinking up everything he had to offer like a starved man, it tasted almost like nothing but just the thought that it came from him made it feel like a five course meal. Besides, the side dishes were amazing, you drank his moans up like they were your favourite food, which they were. His whimpers got so out of character, getting higher in a few octaves and coming in short gasps. When you were sure he had nothing to give anymore, you simply moved to the other side. Milking him dry, hand playing with the now swollen and abused nipple. “Uhm, hgn- stop for a se-second..” he begged you, feeling slightly overwhelmed with the situation. Hips starting to grin against you with newfound desperation, hands tangled in your hair. “Mhm~” you just continued humming while eating him up, grinning against his skin. Things were getting too much, this was too much to handle, he was sweating buckets as he clenched his eyes shut. Hand thrown over his mouth and head pressed against the mattress, a muffled but still loud moan escaping him.

“MhhHhmff~!” One or two tears rolled down his cheek too, body withering below you. You detached yourself from him, asking, “what’swrong, haitham? Does something hurt?” He didn’t answer, instead just kept squirming, thighs shaking like hell. You looked down, finally understanding the situation laid out before you. The once gentle smirk now one laced with a hint of sadistic tendencies, “Guess you were enjoying yourself, I’m glad. Though I’m not satisfied yet, I’ll be when I’ve milked you for all your worth.” Hand rubbing his bulge which made him yelp, eyes unfocused and pupil turning into hearts as he gazed at you. Now he’s lost it, and he won’t be able to restrain himself anymore, just like you.

[fantasymen]

Vigil ✤ Kazuha

V i g i l

A/N: Here is the Kazuha angst, sweeties :')) I wrote this with my prepared angsty playlist hehe- I.. well, my heart cracked..

✤ She/her

✤ Warnings: Death

➸ Honor (Sequel) ➸ Little Brother (Scenario) Resolve (Alternate Ending)

Words: 3.9k

"Text in this format means dialogue in flashback!"

The memory of peering into the crib with excited blabbers remains fresh, untarnished with the passing of time.

It feels like it’s just yesterday when your mother reached for the wailing baby laying inside to hand him in your caring touch.

“This is your little brother, [Name].” you squealed when the boy clung unto your finger, “His name is Kazuha. Be a good sister for him, understand?”

“Yes!”

Ah, that did feel as if it was just yesterday.

“Nee-chan!”

Dropping the basket of laundry, you frantically looked around.

“Nee-chan!”

“Kazuha-!?”

He was sprinting, arms flailing as tears spilled past his eyes and panicked exclaims left his lips.

His friend was chasing him from behind, laughing as he waved an undercooked fish—your brother’s worst nightmare.

Comedic but understandable.

“Tomo’s making me eat it!” your younger brother mumbled behind you, pointing accusingly towards his friend who sheepishly spluttered excuses at your stern gaze.

Taking the skewered fish in Tomo’s hands, you hummed, patting his and Kazuha’s heads.

“How about I cook something for the both of you, instead? How’s that sound?”

“Yes, please! Nee-chan’s cooking is the best!”

You can never get tired of cooking for the two of them, even if your sibling eventually asked to be taught, you find yourself still taking over cooking duty. Lovingly whipping up dishes is your forte.

It stuck around when the household eventually lost the attending servants following the fall of the Kaedehara clan. It even stuck through the grim times of your parents’ passing.

Kazuha had gone through so much at a young age, changed little by little—and you aren’t oblivious to it. With his growth, you are a witness to his budding shell of maturity.

Single years fold into a decade and all of a sudden, the mirthful silverette who doesn’t last a day without calling you ‘big sister’ has grown up.

Far too quickly, to be honest, but who are you to hold him back?

“You don’t call me ‘nee-san’ nowadays,” you laugh jokingly, “My, you’ve grown so much, Kazu!”

He stares at the plates of food you set on the dining table, his sigh small and feeble as you continue gushing. Albeit he has a smile on his face, it appears tight. Forced.

But you turn a blind eye to that—you’ve always been doing it.

Now, however, it seems that your brother has grown tired of humoring you. It has been going on for too long.

“I’m not some child anymore..” his monotonous voice is so unlike him—it’s as if he no longer is the person you grew up with.

Having him address it bluntly prompts you to pause, the only sound being the sizzling of unagi meat, frying to perfection.

The richness of its color, however, dulls when you process what your sibling has mentioned.

As if its vividness is an illusion meant to shield you from present-day reality.

Still, you shake it away, keeping the smile on your face as you set the fried meat on a new plate, turning to put it down on the table beside the other dishes.

“Oh, Ka-“ you stop, seeing the look in his eyes.

The way his carmine optics bore against your [c]s is foreign.

It’s scary.

It’s different. It’s new.

You sit down in front of him, trying not to show how restless you’ve become. Such an attempt is futile, of course, since you’re in front of the person you’ve been with for years.

“Kazu-“

Thud!

Silence zips your lips when he lays his chopsticks down. It isn’t by any means a slam—but someone like Kazuha doesn’t need to be outright with anything in order to express a negative opinion.

“So please refrain from initiating unnecessary coddling,” he cuts you off with a swivel as he leaves for the door. “I have grown up now, sister. I... need you less.”

What?

A multitude of emotions hit you at once, all coming from his sudden statement that feels like it can tear you apart. But oh—who were you kidding?

You know that this will eventually come.

The very day where he admits that he is capable of being alone. Without you.

The opening of the door causes you to stand from your chair, “Wait!”

He does as you said but doesn’t look back. His hand remains on the handle of the knob, unchanging of his decision to leave.

You tug the black and red scarf from your neck, inching close to the man so you can wrap it around his neck.

“It’s cold outside.. won’t you at least eat something?”

It takes him a moment to respond—but his decision does not change.

He detangles the fabric on his neck and, without looking you in the eye, sets it in your hand, rejecting your offer.

“Later.”

And he’s gone.

Nothing changed much after he left with that declaration.

Often times he still returns in the dead of night, a smile on his face. It will only ever droop when you come in the room greeting him a lovely evening, and he will sigh.

“I told you not to wait up for me.”

He will depart for his room before he can hear your explanation.

It leaves you hanging, hollow with bitter hope and refusal to believe that you both have reached that time in life where he doesn’t need you as much.

Each time he turns his back, you are filled to the brim with sorrow you didn’t know you were capable of holding.

Retreating to the upper floor of your home, you will stay at the balcony sighing your concerns away to the stars. To the place where you believe your parents are staying, listening to your bouts of frustration and worry.

“Was I a good sibling for him, mother? Father?” you’ll sometimes mutter as you play with your silver locks, the only thing you share with your sibling other than the forgotten name of a once esteemed clan.

And as you vent all these to the stars, you remain oblivious to the lone figure hiding by the shadows in the adjacent room. His frown is tiny. Sad, but not guilty.

Kazuha will leave once again before he’ll hear his sister’s frustrated cries.

Sometimes, he will chew over it when he is wandering Inazuma—thinking, pondering if perhaps there could’ve been a way to say it without hurting his sibling.

But as he contemplates over and over, he finds that there is no easy method to admitting the truth.

His friend Tomo, albeit not being told anything, is naturally cognizant of the things revolving around the silver-haired siblings.

The older sister’s presence has been diminishing and he can count her appearances at Kazuha’s side getting less.

He has implied several times to make up with the female even if they had no outright argument, and when faced with a baffled question of ‘why’, Tomo only smiles.

“Because you’re family.”

So simple and yet—when Kazuha thinks of the matter a minute longer, the taste in his tongue becomes acrid.

“What upsets you?” his friend questions as he coos over his white feline, “You’re not the Kazuha who’s always crying for big sister, heh.”

The silverette cannot even find it within him to send a retort. His silence, to others, is a message that typifies a want to be alone—but to Tomo, who has known him since they’re both children, that silence is different.

With a hum, he stretches his limbs, yawning as his cat rolls around the grass.

“You know, [Name] won’t hate you for wanting it,” he starts, “You want to wander, don’t you? But you feel like you’re tied down. You’re grounded—because [Name] is here.”

Kazuha flinches and his friend snickers.

Spot on.

“I’m just going to repeat what I said because I meant it, Kazuha. Tell her the truth. She’s literally the most understanding person I know—it’s not like she’s going to despise you for wanting something.”

“… I’ll think about it.”

Tomo sighs. It’s not what I was hoping for but it’s a start.

Remembering something that moment, Tomo lets out a loud scream that nearly sent his friend toppling in the nearby stream of water. Kazuha looks on with slightly wide eyes as the other man jumps to his feet, violet eyes gleaming.

“Oh, right! I plan to initiate another challenge!”

Another challenge…

Kazuha closes his eyes with a hum, “I do hope you’ll last another. You’ve been faced with the worst of the worst.”

The chuckles that leave his friend’s lips are excited and sort of expectant.

“It’s going to be the ultimate one of all! So if you’ll excuse me~”

Perhaps a talk with your brother will do you both good.

You’ve both been acting like strangers walking on eggshells underneath the same house and it is driving you insane.

He’s not even looking you in the eye anymore!

Given his quiet personality, confrontation will be difficult, but he’s a cooperative person. Besides, he always hears you out.

There isn’t any reason for him not to when he knows that this will be done only for the betterment of the future.

So, with a nervous disposition but eager heart to settle things right, you lift the basket from its place with plans to head over to the market. It’s an hour or two before dusk, just the perfect time to shop for dinner.

“Mm.. some dry-braised salted fish for tonight sounds lovely.” You muse, remembering how the dish is your brother’s favorite.

Ah, the number of tries he takes to perfect and stylish it into his own can’t be forgotten.

It doesn’t take too long to cook it, but you’ll be making tons of other side dishes and dessert, so it’s best to start early!

You exit the abode, the smile on your face present as ever even when you’re greeted outside by a couple of Shogunate Soldiers. Their features appear sterner, their hold on their naginata rock solid.

“Are you Kaedehara [Name]?”

Hm?

“Yes. Can I help you?”

The soldiers lunge forward, spears falling to a position pointing at you from all possible angles, cutting any means of escape as you furrow your brows.

“What’s the meaning of this?”

“Your brother has defied the Decree of the Shogun and was hereby declared a criminal. Going against an Imperial Decree results in punishment inclusive to his immediate family.”

Your basket falls to the ground.

Thud!

Kazuha’s feet create a loud sound following his landing, a breath of panic expelling past as he rushes away.

The warmth in his hand escalates to a scalding degree, burning and searing like the fading power of Electro held within the golden casing.

To think that that was what Tomo meant.. !

He does not feel anger, no, just the burn of desperation and want to hide his friend’s Vision because he doesn’t want it to be taken away—to be placed in that statue that displays the lost ambitions of many others.

He’ll be damned before the Shogunate can take it… !

The criminal evades those at his tail, making swift maneuvers on rooftops and alleys without a second thought.

His limbs are answering his every command, be it to duck, to jump—or to even draw his blade.

He is still ways away from the port but getting there won’t prove to be too complex for someone like him. He’s cut down plenty of the samurai in his escape from Tenshukaku.

Tomo…

“You’re family. Tell her.”

Family—

“This is the first one in a long time I’ve heard of it being extended-! To whom again? The clan that has lost its prestige a decade ago, right?” he almost trips in his sprinting, darting to an alleyway so he can further eavesdrop.

Did I hear that correctly?

A relieved sigh escapes when those chasing him run past his hiding spot.

Sucking in his breath, the silverette tightens his grip on the faded Vision of his best friend as he listens in the hushed conversation.

“Be quiet!” someone hisses, “If someone overhears us, what next? Still, I do feel bad.. they lost so much already. I can’t believe they’d drag an innocent person into it, too..”

“Well, there’s nothing we can do. The Shogun issued the penalty to immediate families, right? As far as I know, there are only two Kaedeharas left—”

Kazuha feels his heart stopping. Kaede..hara?

There’s no mistaking it.

But why—?

Why would a punishment meant for him extend to her?

She’s innocent!

Going off-course, he sprints in the direction of his house.

The house that he lives in with his sister who takes great care of him—the same sister he’s willing to leave in favor of chasing what he wants in life.

He’s willing to, but he doesn’t.

Because perhaps—perhaps if he stayed and buried his desire, then he will amount to the same greatness she has done for him.

But he cannot stand it, either. As patient as he is, as kind and ‘gentle’, [Name] can always see through his face.

He’s always been antsy—always itching to wander and he’s stumped that his sister is well-aware of that fact. Still, she’s always playing the ignorant one, pretending not to care- still coddling him as if he’s little and he’s had… enough of it.

But now that the situation has pinned this misfortune upon them, the ronin realizes that she’s only pretending for his sake, as well.

“Cut that out, I don’t need it. I fear that.. you will only embarrass yourself.”

Wasn’t it him who refused to tell her of his want to roam free in the first place?

“I understand that I am your brother—but there is no need to worry over me all the time. I can look after myself, [Name]. Do worry about something else, instead.”

Wasn’t it him who stuck around, still?

The bitterness in his tongue increases with each leap of his feet. He doesn’t even process the race of his heart as he’s carried through the same path that leads him home.

To his family—to his only sister.

Everything seems to pass by slowly, in a blur, like the specks that decorate his vision the more his mind throws stacks and stacks of memories. This is madness.

Complete and utter madness.

He rounds the corner to see the figure of his only sibling, her back turned to him—she cannot see him, but he can see the armed soldiers flanking around her.

His throat tightens and certainly, he wouldn’t have been able to utter a word due to how it feels like his throat has been crushed.

“[Name]!”

Yet, the furious scream that tears past his lips denies all kinds of ‘impossibility’ the instant he sees the female falling to the ground, the sight of red splatter making him draw his blade.

Whoosh!

The summoned wind is opposingly gentle to the brewing storm in someone’s beautiful carmine eyes.

“[Name]-.. !”

That voice.. Kazuha?

Sometimes, the depth of emotion in Kazuha’s eyes is too deep for you to understand. Despite being so silent, he’s so, so expressive with his stares.

That even when he isn’t trembling when he lifts your torso, you know how much he’s quaking from within.

“What are you.. doing here? You have to go,” you cough red when he adjusts you in his arms, the sight of the fallen soldiers reminding you of the situation at hand.

“Quick—before they.. catch you.”

He shakes his head,

“I’m taking you with me, I have a boat prepared, come, let’s—”

“Don’t lie to me, Kazuha.”

He pauses, flitting his gaze down to meet yours. You hate how you can’t seem to focus on him, though.

Your sight is blurring in and out, only providing small intervals of clarity where you can see the panic in his features.

A sight you didn’t think you’d see on him until now.

“I know you made it for yourself. You’ve been planning to leave home, weren’t you? I’m not..” you’re not oblivious to his wish, “I’m not mad. I was only holding you back, wasn’t I?”

He sucks in a breath.

“I-I-“

What was he supposed to say?

Weakly tapping his arm, you start taking quick breaths—just to take in all the air you can while tolerating the gaping wound from being impaled.

It hurts. You want to scream. It hurts.

But you don’t—because you do not want to appear weak to your brother.

You promised mother and father that you will not cry when faced with problems—he mustn’t see, Kazuha mustn’t see.

But at this moment, you just want to break apart. Disbelief is kicking in, you can’t believe this is happening.

When—where did everything go wrong?

“Besides, I’m not of use to you anymore. As if I’ll last the journey to Liyue-“

“Don’t say that!”

You blink owlishly, gasping out in pain when his hand presses against your wound, futilely attempting to hold back the bleeding.

“K-Kazuha?”

Your own hand shakily plants itself atop his own, helping him press—as if his hand isn’t heavy enough to stop the flow—it down.

It will hurt, but you can’t say for sure. You’ve already grown numb and your head is swimming.

Still, you focus on him.

Still, you help him apply pressure even if you know—even if he knows—that it’s too late.

“Don’t say that. You’ve..” his voice cracks, “You’ve done so much, [Name], you-“

You took over the clan household when our parents died. You struggled to make ends meet for both of us. And yet.. all I do.. all I do is… !

Kazuha angrily bites on his lip, his hold on his composure beginning to slip as his mind throws in a reel of olden days.

“I’m leaving, [Name]. Please don’t wait up, I may take longer.”

“I’m grateful, but I don’t need that anymore.”

“Stop that, already.”

He dips his head with a muffled cry. All I do is wander and desire for a future where I can roam freely. I haven’t even thought of you..!

“You’ve grown, Kazuha,” he snaps back into this harsh reality when he feels the hand atop his disappear, presently moving to brush his messy locks.

He doesn’t know why all of a sudden his sight is becoming misty, but perhaps—perhaps it is because he remembers when his sister used to brush his hair the same way with a loving smile.

It is the same touch he flees from nowadays.

The same touch now—the same loving smile.

“As much as I hate to admit it, you’re right—you’ve grown so much.. and I’m still clinging onto the past.”

So lively, so beautiful and yet—

“You’re strong now..”

Yet it’s dying.

He presses harder on his sibling’s wound, almost sadistically—as if he’s hoping that it’ll ignite a painful reaction. “[Name], please, let me-“

Because if it hurt—then it means she’s still okay. She’s still responding.

“So capable.. so independent, you are.”

So why—? He almost chokes out a sob. Why are you not reacting to it!?

“Mother and father would be so proud of you. I am sorry if I was lacking in any way.”

“Please, [Name], you can’t do this.”

He trembles, the composure he created so, so close to breaking as he gives up on endeavors that are pointless, to begin with.

Instead, he tilts his head up, wishing to curse the heavens above.

For everything.

“I’m happy to be your sister, and.. I’m proud of you… Kazu..”

“Wait-“ he stumbles over his words, catching the falling hand of his sibling and registering how deathly pale she has gotten in a matter of seconds. “Wait, please—I-“

As much as he wants to voice out he’s sorry..

For many things; for turning his back on her, for being distant when all they have is each other, he’s unable to find his voice when he sees the tears dripping out of his sister’s [c] eyes.

His strong older sister—weeping. It’s the first time he has seen her cry.

Her smile trembles—

“I love you. My nice.. little.. brother.”

—And her [c]s are then hidden forever.

The way she endearingly called him in her dying breath has him freezing, his heart pausing as if he had died along with her.

But then the spark of pain welcomes him back to reality—to life.

And then he is leaning over her.

“[Name]..” breathless whispers escalate into panicked murmurs. “[Name]?”

His heart is pounding in his chest as he tries to shake her awake, like when he’d do when he’s eight and awake from an awful dream.

“Nee-san.. can I sleep by your side tonight?”

And although her [c] eyes are tired, she will still smile. “Okay.”

And she’d keep watch over him the whole night.

He’s reminded of it when he hopelessly shakes her awake, to no obvious avail. But he keeps grasping her arms, anyway, like he used to many years ago.

But things are different now.

“[Name]—[N-Name]!?”

He said it himself—he’s no longer a child.

“Please, don’t leave me- I- you’re all I have left!” The ronin’s composure finally breaks loose and his tears begin landing like a profuse waterfall. His uncontained sobs remain unheard.

This time, there is no one to wake him up from his nightmares.

“No—no, no- no, please..!” Kazuha weeps as he holds his sister’s cold hand, shakily pressing it to his forehead, imitating the sweet action she has always given him. A hand on his head, on his shoulder—or on his cheek if he’s tearful.

“You can’t!”

She’ll tell him not to be sad because it’ll make her sad, too.

And he’ll hurriedly wipe his tears because ‘no! big sister mustn’t feel sad because of me!’.

Then [Name] will muster a smile as bright as the sun and hold his face in her warm hands, and press a kiss on his forehead.

He’ll get red and thrash around, whining, ‘onee-san!’. And about how embarrassing it is so she mustn’t do it anymore.

Now, he is holding her hand in his own, trying to remember the same warmth it emitted just a day ago. Just a few hours ago. How long has it been?

And when he doesn’t feel the warmth—when he doesn’t remember the warmth, when all he feels is the cold and the obvious lack of love, Kazuha breaks apart.

His heart squeezes and his tears spill more, his lips parting to release the honorific he has dropped a long, long time ago. “Nee-san!”

“You don’t call me ‘nee-san’ nowadays,”

“Onee-san!”

“My, you’ve grown so much, Kazu!”

“Onee-san!”

I’m calling you. He cries, like a picture of misery. So why aren’t you waking up? Sister! He cries, like a heartbroken child.

The winds around him pick up, warning him of incoming men sent to apprehend and penalize him the same way they did to his sibling.

It’s suffocating—maddening, even, and he wants to tear them all down himself.

But [Name] wouldn’t like that.

So, with a muted cry and bolster of willpower, he tears himself from the body of his kin, trembling.

He can hear the thundering steps of the samurai as he hurries to untangle the same black and red scarf [Name] has once attempted to give him. The same fabric he has rejected.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry.” he hugs her with all his might, with his soul, and with his heart before he’s back up on his feet and running. I love you, too, nee-san.

“Get him!” someone roars from behind.

And although he wishes to turn and slice them away, he couldn’t—because he’d be seeing the fallen figure of the same person he had neglected to cherish.

So, instead, he nestles the scarf around his neck whilst clutching onto the Vision of his friend.

Down the path, he runs.

Years ago, he will be accompanied by the people he loves, chasing a faraway future.

Now he is running on the same path alone, running after a dream that can now be turned into reality.

Far from Inazuma.

Far from home.

a/n: did it hurt-

@lehra @melkxsh

bonus angst sketch

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Return to the Scrying Glass　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

[fantasymen]

work for it [m.reader]

THIRD ONE FOR MY COMPENSATION GOOD GOD. anyway this one ain’t genshin as you can see. this is in celebration of imbibitor lunae, as your numero uno whore, i oFFER ANOTHER QUICKIE, really this took me 30 minutes because i’m so horny after kazuha and neuvillette. loosely based on this brainrot this anon and i fucking convulsed over. you’re also getting a full fic one day IL anon *kissy kiss*,

𖦹 nsfw, dan heng has two cocks, needy dan heng/feng, he’s a little pillow princess and i hate it, desperation, top male reader (tho switch implied)

“So needy…”

Your words were sending him into overdrive, his mind could barely comprehend a single thought that went through him. At this point the only thing Dan Heng could ever make out, though faintly, was the fact that it feels good, and that you were doing him so well.

You took the backseat momentarily. You had greatly underestimated what it meant for your majestic stoic lover to suddenly transform into what seems to be a very… ancient race of draconic humans. A Vidya— whatever.

And to even say that you had greatly underestimated him, would be an understatement in of itself. Because suddenly, your standoffish Dan Heng, whom you’ve clung onto relentlessly (bothering him to no ends that it even frightened Welt, the most patient man in the Express, about how well you’re truly testing Dan Heng’s patience), was suddenly the one clinging to you.

Though it wasn’t overt, but everyone in the Express sees it. Whenever March would pass by with Caelus, whenever Himeko looked up from her possibly fifth coffee for the day, whenever Welt would come to ask something — they could all see how tightly wrapped that long tail of his around your body.

It started off with the familiar subtlety, akin to his very ghostly kisses whenever he’d accidentally dip his head to grab a book from behind you. His tail would wrap around your leg. And as days go by, that very tail would increasingly become much higher, first around your shin, then to your knee, then to your thigh. Until it reached its rightful place, with a tail constantly curled around your waist like a persistent snake.

Don’t even get started on the nights.

Either way — the bottom line in the Express, is that dragons will remain relatively protective across all worlds. The premise is the same. They are the same creatures that look after what they own, protective — even jealous to a fault. Though, to his credit, Dan Heng was able to keep everything within the lines of sheer subtlety. He knew how and when to tone it down, courtesy of his relatively calm life before… his revelation as the high elder of his very… majestic species.

Though, as it stands, it seems that his looming presence and consistent insinuation that you were his wasn’t the only thing that amped up.

And tonight, you’ve truly admitted defeat to the stamina monster that was your draconic lover.

Dan Heng as the Imbibitor Lunae was someone you can only call an insatiable first timer.

He was meek as he relished in your kisses, whimpering and shaking like a frightened prey as he continued to indulge in such affections that you openly showed him. He was helpless in your grasp, only letting out the neediest whines as he continued to try and cover himself despite the fact your hand was already on his fascinating cocks, protruding and standing proud under your sensual touches. Your fingers covered in his previous release as you continued to pump your hand, easily engulfing his shafts that twitched under your grip.

Dan Heng could only writhe as pleasure racked through every inch of his quivering body. And oh, the way you mouth at his sensitive nipples, sucking on them as if your life depended on it, it was enough to leave his mind in complete shambles.

His cries echoed through the room and if anyone could listen, they’d be certain to hear the intimate bliss within the tone of his sweet moans and gasps.

And even you had to share the sheer pleasure as you sunk into him, you watched yourself get swallowed whole by his entrance, and little by little you could feel just how warm his tight walls were, soft and tender, absolutely drenched just from your ministrations.

Within the lusty haze your mind drowned in, you promised yourself to get in a couple of rounds until Dan Heng pleads for no more.

You were the first to tap out.

It could have been the sixth or fifth, but you were done, your body ached for some rest and yet your pretty pillow prince absolutely refused to let you go, with his possessive tail cuffing you into him, letting you continue on with your plans to fucking him into oblivion.

It’s not that you can’t cum anymore, the erotic sight of your lover can keep you going. But the rest of your body that is somehow not your dick cannot keep up with the endless demands. So you figured you’d withdraw the spoiling for now and let Dan Heng work for his next few orgasms while you sit back and relax.

Which leads to the present — you watching in genuine fascination as your poor dragon sobbed and pleaded for you to switch places for him.

“Oh, you do not know how to ride at all.” Your admonishing came out in a purr and you could feel him clench around your cock as he continued to sloppily ride you with the gusto of an inexperienced virgin. And you loved it. There was a certain charm to Dan Heng’s neediness crossing with his absolute ineptness in even finding the right place to hit even with your own throbbing length under his mercy.

Dan Heng was an inexplicable mess, his long hair completely sprawled out through his creamy skin that was laced with a sheen of sweat. Pitiful tears adorned his luminescent eyes that glowed with so much desperation for you. His bottom lip bled with how many times he chewed on it every time he thought he’d reach his climax, only to completely fall flat when he would freeze up and lose the momentum and friction.

“Come on now, love, you’ve done so much~ surely this is a walk in the park for you,” you jested with a teasing grin, a hand interlocked with his and he squeezed yours tight as he started over again — another agonizing round that he cannot cum over.

“P-Please, switch… switch w-with me, I-I need you…” he begged, sobbed even with crocodile tears and all. He placed his hands on your chest, propping himself up, trembling. His nails dug into your flesh as he continued to plead for you while he bobbed his hips up and down in such a sloppy manner.

A smirk graced your lips as you took his hand, pressing the softest and sweetest kisses on his palm and on his knuckles, looking at his eyes that brimmed with more tears with your half-lidded ones.

“But I’m all tuckered out, baby,” you murmured into the palm of his hands, lips trailing into his fingertips with more kisses. “Think after this, we can call it a day?” You prodded with a teasing tone and in an instant, you could feel his walls clench tighter around your cock, an act of defiance, a complete refusal to your tiny suggestion.

“N-No—! W-Want more… I need more…” Dan Heng’s pleas reached your ears like an angel’s cry and you indulged in it.

Your hand found his shafts quick, expertly rubbing through his cocks that throbbed within your ministrations, “Surely this is enough then? You just need to cum, right?” You taunted with a sly grin as you lazily pumped your hand around him.

It would’ve been enough, for anybody.

But not your pillow prince. Dan Heng’s hand quickly grabbed your wrist, stopping your movement. He softly groaned as he fully sat on your lap, your cock buried to the hilt inside him. He shook his head with a vehement rejection, he looked at you with aching need, his hips squirming on yours from feeling so stuffed up.

“N-No…”

“No? But I thought—”

A sob tore from his throat as Dan Heng leaned down, his nose on the crook of your neck, “No,” he parroted with a pitiful yet so very adorable sniffle. “‘S not enough.”

“Not enough?” You parroted with a fake frown.

“Not enough…” He whined. While the tempting bliss of cumming just with your skillful hands was all the more inviting, it didn’t feel right.

It could never feel right if he came without you balls deep inside him. He wanted to feel more of the warmth that you offered every time you painted his walls white, he craved the very sensation of you flooding him with little to no regard for anything else — just breeding him until he somehow magically bends the biological process of a Vidyadhara and gets to carry your children.

You cooed softly, placing a hand on his head and bringing it down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead. He preened at the soft affection as he melted in your touch.

“Such a needy dragon you are,” you laughed before pulling out and swiftly switching positions.

Dan Heng laid on his back, shivering in anticipation while you positioned yourself in between his quivering thighs. Your lips couldn’t help but curl up in smug satisfaction as he looked at you with a feral need to be bred by you, and yet, he only laid there with the expectation that you’ll do most of the work again.

Of course, that wouldn’t do.

You crawled up to him, length brushing against his clenching rim with such demand. You caged him in your arms as you tilted your head with the ever-so present smirk on your pretty face.

“I’m still all too tired, love,” your words caught him off guard, “You gotta help me out a little here.”

His wide-eyed innocence was torturously delectable. Your hand slid down to grip onto the meat of his thighs, raising it up, “Hold yourself up for me, pretty please?” You pleaded with a charming smile, earning yourself an all too eager nod from your draconic lover.

You could only pull back with a satisfied smile as Dan Heng held his legs spread open for you, his fingers digging into his own flesh with such visceral need and he could only look up at you pleadingly.

“P-Please…”

Lining yourself up, you watched your own cock sink into Dan Heng’s quivering hole with such ease, a soft sigh escapes your lips contrasting a rather deep cry from him. He jolted as you bottomed out and magically managed to hit that sweet, sweet spot of his with so much ease.

His hands that held up his legs almost gave out, his back arching with the raw pleasure that you brought.

Before he could even beg you to move, your hips drew back and snapped back into him. Your thrusts were merciless, leaving no room for your spoiled beloved to complain. You could only indulge in his soft cries that reverberated through the room and the sinful sounds of your skin slapping against each other with every decisive thrust that you made.

Dan Heng was sure to reach the high heavens with the very feeling that you brought inside him, his walls tightening up against you with so much need.

A strangled gasp weaseled out of Dan Heng’s drying throat as you leaned down to mouth at his already sensitive buds, your teeth and tongue in pursuit of relentlessly assaulting his poor chest with every suckle and bite until they were too sensitive for anything.

“H-Hah—! N-No more—!” He whimpered, as his hands left his thighs, clutching onto your hands that sunk into the dip of his narrow waist. “T-Too fast…!”

His complaints only spurred you further to keep doing so, sounding more like an encouragement as your hips continued to move and push into him, with the carnal need to just make him feel every inch of your cock. Tears spilled from Dan Heng’s eyes, and he could only gasp out your name as the highest pleasure engulfed his body.

Thin ropes of cum spurts out of his cocks as you pushed out another orgasm from him, you following closely as you filled him up with so much of yours.

An exhausted sigh leaves you, groaning as you fell into Dan Heng, “Next time, you’re doing all the work.”

Dan Heng only blinked, “What do y—gck…!” He jolted as your hand grasped on his cocks with a lazy smile.

“It’s two for one, at least let me experience a good bargain for once in my life.”

Your words only left him breathless and eager.

[fantasymen]

Okay so I am literally so obsessed with the idea of brat taming alhaitham + a little bit of exhibitionism mixed in there

He says a particularly snarky comment - one which rubs you the wrong way in all the good ways - and what better thing to do than to bend him over his desk and slam into his pretty ass? That should teach him a lesson he'd be sure to not forget (although, it may lead him to make more sarcastic comments....) Constantly reminding him about how the door to his office is unlocked, how if he becomes too loud he may attract unwanted attention - a fact which both scares him and turns him on further. Peg his ass until he's whining, begging in a quiet, breathless voice to let him finish already....

I have more but idk lol

god, that is such a concept.

the thing is that as the scribe, alhaitham must know the importance of words. such is the reason why he intentionally uses language that he already knows will get on your nerves. this is also precisely why it is all planned, meticulously so, to a point that you inevitably realise it is all designed for you. each word he bites out, each teasing motion, all of it was done with you in mind. he wants to see you break.

but most importantly, he wants you to break him.

he acts as if he's embarrassed, but his whines and whimpers and moans only keep getting louder and louder because he's well aware of your possessive streak. the sounds you make are just for me, that's what you told him once and that's what alhaitham bears in mind as he executes his plan. the louder he gets, the higher the chances for you to stuff his mouth full with your fingers. and only when you do will he finally settle and quiet down.

"slut," you whisper in his ear at the realisation, and he only hums in agreement.

as for when you edge him— well, it's not his favourite punishment but since it's you, he'll do it for you. he likes it when it's you. you tell him to hold himself back so he does. you tell him to tell you when he's close so he does. he's a fucking brat, yeah, but it's only because he wants you to destroy him. he's actually just mush in your hands what you want, goes.

so fuck him, ruin him, make him beg for you until he's a damn disaster. he's only ever yours to take apart anyway.

[fantasymen]

spoiled

you've become a frequent tent warmer for a certain spoiled imbibitor lunae...

pairing: bottom!dan heng IL x top!m!reader

contents: anal sex (dan heng receiving), overstim (reader receiving), multiple orgasms (reader and dan heng receiving), hair pulling (dan heng receiving), creampie (dan heng receiving, breeding kink not involved or implied), rough sex, marking (dan heng receiving), double cock dan heng, based off of leaked honkai content, takes place during the high cloud quintet time period, not beta read thoroughly, includes lessons on vidyadhara anatomy

reader can be interpreted as trans or cis, with trans reader having a strap he can feel and cum with. anatomy is referred to as cock and dick.

he was spoiled. horribly spoiled. and you oftentimes found yourself wondering if this was the result of his upbringing. or, maybe, it was his vidyadhara heritage that resulted in such a high sex drive. either way, he certainly didn't like to work for his pleasure, having a bad pouting habit when you suggested he put some effort in.

... but if you to be honest with yourself, any complaints you could possibly muster went out the window when he was underneath you, whimpering and begging for your cock.

"p-please," the imbibitor's pleas were muffled by his pillow. "please, give me more. please."

what exactly he was begging for, you weren't sure. but you were happy to give him more, with the way his face was buried in his pillow, his shoulders and ears bright red. shoulder and back muscles tensed and flexed with each thrust, hands grasping desperately at the pillows beneath him, searching for purchase. bruises and scratch marks littered his back, your work glistening underneath his sweat and the candlelight of the tent. evidence that you were the only one that could fuck him this well, this hard and keep up with his endless stamina.

and it also served as a reminder for the others in the camp that looked too closely at him.

the bedding beneath you was drenched, a mix between his thick cum from his dual cocks, your cum, and the lube that coated his thighs. with each thrust, squelching noises filled the tent, muted to the world with a double layered contraption he had ordered for himself for nights like this. cum from your previous orgasms coated your own cock, dripping down your shaft every time you pulled out. and each thrust forced it back in, deeper and deeper, just how the spoiled dragon liked it.

your hand gripped the base of his tail, teasing the sensitive skin as your other hand stroked one of his two cocks. his tail had a mind of its own, you learned, and you were simply at its whim, with how tightly it could grip you. it started curling around your body, wrapping your hips and your thighs, where it pressed your thigh together with the imbibitor's. it tightened, a vice grip you couldn't get yourself out of until he released you.

he was close. and he wasn't going to let go until he was done.

"so spoiled," you groaned, feeling your cock twitch and harden, precum leaking and mixing with your previous orgasms. "is this how all vidyadhara are or just you?"

no response. only a desperate, wanton moan that turned into a broken whimpered, an unspoken plea. please, please. you didn't need to hear the man, you could hear it with how his body shook and trembled, how his shoulders tightened. you removed your hand from the base of his tail, grabbing the ends of his long hair. the man yelped as you yanked his hair, head snapped up off the pillow as an open mouthed, broken moan echoed through the tent.

his cock twitched in your hand, cum coating your hand as his hole tightened around your own cock, massaging and coaxing your own orgasm out. you groaned, rolling your head back as you stopped your thrusting, thighs trembling as your cum coated his walls. the tail wrapped around your hips somehow coiled even tighter, and you found yourself quickly overstimulated, somewhat desperate to pull out. your cock ached, overly sensitive as white droplets formed around his rim, cum dripping and rolling down your partner's thighs.

at the beginning of your relationship, the imbibitor had to sit down and explain to you vidyadhara sexual anatomy. how he had a slit that covered his dual cocks, how to please both of his cocks, how to know when he was hard and about to cum, how he only ejaculated from one cock and not both at the same time. but, most importantly, he taught you about a rather uncommon phenomenon called a "delayed orgasm" in which he would cum from both cocks, one right after the other. in his words, it was a rather intense sensation, for both himself and his partner if they were still inside him at the time. you embraced it, promising it would never be a problem for you if it ever happened.

the first time it had happened to you, you hadn't heeded his warning about pulling out. and you passed out from your orgasm and had to be taken to the medic's tent, much to your partner's embarrassment.

you could feel his other cock twitching, his hole tightening and sucking you in deeper. shit, shit, shit. the imbibitor collapsed back into his pillow, crying out as his orgasm hit again, harder than his last. your hard, sensitive cock twitched again, his walls milking what little cum you had left from your other orgasm. thick ropes of cum stained the bedding beneath him, the imbibitor stroking himself through his orgasm the two of you cried out in unison, a broken and choked noise.

with his tail wrapped around your hips, there was nothing you could do as it all hit you at once, your vision blurring as you groaned and desperately tried to keep yourself from passing out. it was all too much, and yet your mind was hazy and foggy from the pleasure. i should learn how to make that happen more often, you thought for a brief moment before you leaned over your partner's trembling form, forehead pressed to the back of his neck. there were stars in your vision and the world seemed to swim and spin around you.

it was quiet for a moment. cool water splashed on your back as his tail twitched, forming water droplets for you to cool yourself down. you murmured a quiet thank you as his tail uncurled, removing your sensitive cock from his hole.

you took a moment to admire your cum leak out his hole, pushing it back in before flipping him onto his back. there was a pained, overstimulated whimper as you did.

oh, he was absolutely and delightfully debauched.

he could barely look you in the eyes, his eyelids heavy with lust as his lips parted, desperate for air. hickies and bruises and bite marks covered his chest, nipples reddened and puffy from your earlier teasing and playing. thick, ridged, dark green dragon cocks twitched on his stomach, thick cum smeared on his stomach. the hair he so meticulously kept was disheveled, a mess that you knew he'd expect you to comb out in the morning, stuck to his forehead and reddened chest from his sweat.

how lucky you were to be the only one who could see this.

his tail flicked the back of your neck, and you leaned forward over his body, pressing your lips into his neck. the imbibitor's arms wrapped around your torso, long fingers drawing words into your back. his way of grounding himself, you learned after hooking up a few times. he whined as your cock briefly brushed against his, and you quietly apologized as you buried your face into his neck.

"one of these days..." you panted into his neck. "one of these days, i'm gonna break you and make the whole camp hear you cry out my name. make them all know who fucks you so well in the middle of the night."

"you... you wouldn't do that," he rasped out between gasps.

you smirked, pushing yourself back up to hover over him. "and why wouldn't i?"

"because i would never see you again if you did, and i'm the only one that can make you cum this much and this hard."

he was right. he was always right, you knew that damn well. and you smirked at his cockiness, grabbing his jaw and crashing your lips down back on his. you swallowed down his whimpers, his soft pants and moans, savoring the softness of his lips for a brief moment.

pulling back, you took a moment to reposition the head of your cock in his leaking hole. "true."

you bottomed out in one thrust, forcing your cum deeper as squelching sounds filled the tent. the imbibitor whimpered, a broken sound as he bit his bottom lip, swallowing down a cry. his cocks twitched, leaking precum onto his stomach as his tail wrapped back around your body, pushing you further, deeper inside of him. spoiled, indeed. not that you were going to complain about it, with how his hole convulsed around your cock, squeezing and already desperate for more.

as you found your pace, thrusting deeper and deeper to please your fellow comrade, your hand curled into his hair, stroking and teasing the base of his horn. that sensitive spot you knew would get him cumming and overstimulated in only a few minutes, your personal favorite spot when he was getting a bit too demanding. his body tensed at the action, tail trembling and twitching against your skin, hole fluttering around you. his shoulders curled in, trembling as his legs hooked around your hips. your hand found one of his cocks, twitching and leaking as you stroked it in time with your thrusts.

tears were forming in his eyes as he bit his knuckles, desperately swallowing down any cries that threatened to escape his lips. cute, you thought to yourself.

"and you're the only one that lets me cum inside. i'd hate to ruin such a good deal for myself, so i guess i won't torture you too much."

[fantasymen]

"I'll never admit it, You Fucking Lunatic."

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Pairings; Yoo Joonghyuk × Top!M!Reader

s.p: yoo joonghyuk was a known man for jealousy, atleast for you, and you find that one of the many things you find disgusting about him. Always so rude... so— dislikeable. You were a man that usually hates flings that cling onto you like some kind of leech. Knowing damn well it was just a one night thing. But yoo joonghyuk. I guess, a main character has its perks. Especially on charisma. That you even find his jealousy quite endearing.

On recent ocassions, you'll find a survivor you somehow like. then ofcourse yoo joonghyuk will "hate" that person as the same level as you. Becoming more irritable at his unpredictable behaviour, the usual glaring spiraled into a fight, and to a suprising turn of events.

sucks to know dokja coudnt stop this arguement from happening.

Warning: reader implied same height, reader and yjh implied as enemies/rivals , hate sex, secret admiration, degradation, no dom/sub roles (???) You both go feral. No spoilers for novel / anything above the webtoon chapters ^^ so everyone can enjoy, also dokja always breaks the fight between you two, so it doesnt end up as a half assed battle to the constellations. Tried to proofread 🤞

Tags: Choking, Ass grabbing, Thigh gripping, lots of gripping and biting, heavy cussing/degradation , No protection, sharp teeth, one shot. No plot/what plot? Slight ooc bc people go crazy when their ab to cum LMAOO

Dni: minors under the age of 16 do not request, minors under 14 in general DNI

Notes: hope its up to your liking, crack summary is that you both fuck with seething anger bcs yjhs fuckbuddy payed attention to smone else, dont know how to explain it but jealousy is (obviously) involved

"Hm, ofcourse." You smiled. As the person you recently saved hugged closer, much more comfortable than they were earlier. shivering, well, you though to yourself. At that small stature, even shorter than han sooyoung, you even doubt if they'll survive if it wasnt for you. "Thank you, mister." Said brunette.

as they gripped onto the oversized cloth you've given them, you saw yoo joonghyuks mocking stare from a seat over. You scoffed, glaring back at him. Hes doing this stupid shit again, where he starts something for no reason. And it somehow always you that he argues with. With dokja and the others, he seems cold. But christ when it comes to you even coming a step closer— he always has something to say, As if you just didnt fuck his brains out a month ago.

the campfire crackled, as the leaves rustled at the mightnight air. Dokja discussed with others on how they should move forward, and make haste. the scenarios condition doesnt look good, to add to that, you saving a random and basic person off the streets was something that added up to yoo joonghyuks hatred.

as the others talked from a distance over, it was only you, yoo joonghyuk, and the survivor. Awkwardly quiet except from the glaring you two were doing for the past hour. You sighed, feeling annoyed. you brung the girl closer with just one hand, as the woman flinched, a blush slowly spread around her frozen face. "ah, i think you need to rest. " you chuckled, smiling. "How about you go in that tent? Ill accompany you."

As both of you stood up, the tension was sliced in half. you joonghyuk scoffs and averts his glare another way. Whats with his deal? A single person woudnt drain all the materials. So why the hell is he angrier than usual? As you let the small woman go into the spare tent, you smiled and bid her goodnight.

"y/n." Joonghyuk blankly calls your name, standing right behind you. With his arms crossed. You glanced from behind, smiling fakely. "What is it?"

"Why bring her here?" As you think for a moment, your fingers curl as you hum. "I dont know, i just wanted to?" You laugh, smirking at him. "Is it bad for me to junghyuk-ah?"

As yoo joonghyuks glared sharpened, he let his fist curl around the collar of your shirt. "you know the scenarios will get harder as we progress. Adding another deadweight such as yourself will make nothing better." He hissed, yet you arched a brow, holding his wrist.

"Deadweight?" I laughed. "I saved your ass multiple times with Dokja hyung."

"Or, are you just jealous i didnt comfort and kiss you in the damned cheek?" You laughed, your nails grazing onto his skin as you felt his glare dig daggers into your face. The leaves rustled as the fire crackled a Bright glow infront of you. No one near in sight other than the both of your presences.

"Come with me." Yoo joonghyuk exclaims, grabbing you by the forearm.

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"Aw... joonghyuk-ah."

You grinned, biting your lip. his palm gripped tight onto your back, harsh enough to leave red swelling scratches. "Hah, you dragged me here so i can just fuck you? Were you jealous?" You teased. "You really are one of a kind... come on now, you know i wont replace you." Laughing, you felt him grit his teeth, Face flushed as your hips pounded onto his.

"Shut the fuck up y/n." He muttered. His voice hitched upwards as your dick hitted the hilt of his hole, making his muscles flex around your shaft, his head was a mess. You were just as ridiculous as what the rumours say. Always in some pretty girl or boys bed one occasion or another. And what made yoo joonghyuk even more pissed, is that you treated him nothing like a toy. He felt even more irritated of himself that he chased you around no matter the situation, like some kicked puppy.

Yoo joonghyuk coudnt help but relish in the feeling of your thick cock pounding into his ass. His rigged muscles flexing, Shuddering. Shivering at every movement. He gritted his teeth, his nails digging marks onto your back as you held your shirt up high by your teeth, grinning at the sight before you. Yoo joonghyuk shut his eyes tightly, letting out a broken moan with a cracked voice.

You groaned at the sound, feeling him tighten even more around you as he pushed his lips back to ravish yours. Biting hard enough to draw blood, your lips tainted with bruises.

He was particualarly rougher than usual. and more eager to please. His cock bouncing with need at every thrust, his legs wrapped around your waist, enough to forcefully pull you down to his chiseled body. "Fuck...." he murmured, underneath his breath. Why doesnt this feel enough?

And suddenly, with a push, you grabbed yoo joonghyuks neck. Your palm pressing him down on the soft mattress. "fucking stupid slut. All you do is be a little bitch all day huh?" You cursed, your fingers pressing down his airway. — The bed creaking with the force of your thrusts, Yoo joonghyuk can finally feel like hes enjoying this. He needed your attention. does he hate to admit it,— He will always beg for it. And he doesnt want some random fucking stranger taking it away from him.

He moaned, his hand reaching up to grip your hair, and his other to wrap around your forearm. Out of breath, gasping for air with a broken voice. "Hah? Ah... hah... yeah thats it yoo joonghyuk ah." You smirked. Your dick making a dent even onto his muscled torso. His cock dripping streams of precum. "Shut..shut.. ahh.. shut the fuckkk.. up.." yoo joonghyuk gasped for air. "And just keep.. fucking meee!" He moaned out brokenly. His fingers gripping onto your hair as your scalp ached.

His head was an utter mess at this point, words slipping out of his mouth that even he would rather end his own life if he would to see this sober. Or lets say, a post-orgasam bliss.

After minutes and minutes of skin slapping against skin, and multiple words of degradation. One particular thrust seemed to send him over the edge. You groaned, a half moan as you buried your dick deep into his quivering ass. Filling him to the brim with your cum. He threw his head back. Following soon after. Moaning as he clenched around your shaft, his body shuddering as he held onto your head and back. His own dick spurting out long ropes of come.

It felt amazing, his legs unable to pick which way he should cling onto you. The heel of his foot seemingly digging onto your back. Your body littered with bruises and bites, blood and sweet bodily fluids dripped down your torso. You breathed out, your hips twitching as you came hard and deep. Taking a long moment to catch your breath.

"y/n." Yoo joonghyuk groaned your name. Low and husky as he tried to recover. Your dick awkwardky still in his ass.

"....Who the fuck told you to stop?"

[fantasymen]

Solomon: Mc why do you have a bucket full of blood?

Mc: (carying a bucket of blood) doesn't concern you magic man

Solomon: (shrugging) don't let Simeon catch you

[fantasymen]

i just have the most vivid concept of general mahamatra cyno being taken apart completely on your cock, whining and writhing, pushing away and leaning into your touch. he's desperately clawing at every single goddamn surface he can find—your back, the sheets, his own self. anything. it doesn't matter. he just needs the comfort of holding onto something, of being grounded by something that's not just the feeling of you buried deep inside him right to the hilt.

"look at you." the sound of your cooing had him burying his face in the crook of your neck, entirely embarrassed. "the great general mahamatra, taken apart by vanilla sex."

because that was the most embarrassing part, wasn't it? there wasn't even anything mean in the way you were fucking into him. it wasn't a rough tumble with hands digging into the flesh of his hips and fingers wrapped around the base of his throat. it wasn't the harsh slap of skin on skin, open palms meeting the skin of his ass, his thighs. it wasn't violent thrusts that made the bed tremble, made him hurt.

"i'm not even holding you down." you were so close, too close. "see? your hands are free to do whatever you want to do, darling."

with the way you were hovering over him, thrusting into him so slowly but so deeply, there was no escape. you had him trapped, stuck in a missionary position with his legs spread open and his face uncovered so that you could see every expression he was making.

"don't be like that." your hands moved to brush the tears out of his eyes, your face dipping low to press a kiss on the corners of his lips. not close enough to kiss him properly. "it's okay to want to be taken care of once in a while, you know?"

"please," he said. his voice was wrecked, hoarse. ruined. "please."

"please what, lovely?" you brushed his bangs out of his eyes, smiling at him all the while. you were always so tender. always so gentle. so much that it had become it's own kind of violence. "come on. tell me what you want."

"too much," cyno rasped out. "'s too much."

you huffed out, a small amused thing. cyno felt your hands sneak in between his, intertwining your fingers together. slowly, you reached up, pinning his hands on the mattress above his head. never once did you stop fucking into him, cock meeting his prostate and forcing stars to bloom in the back of his eyelids.

"too much," cyno slurred one more time, hoping that you would understand. this was too much— this tenderness, this gentleness.

he could handle you hurting him. he could handle you fucking into him like there would be no tomorrow. he could handle your rough handling. he could handle any pain that you inflict him. if anything, he would keen and lean into it; seek for any sort of hurt from you as long as it was you who gave it to him.

but this? he didn't know what to do with this softness.

"just a bit more, please." your voice was a low whisper, your lips hovering above his. a sob escaped his lips, and he could hear your soft shhs; not to silence him, never to silence him. always to ground him. to keep him in place. "can you do that for me, please, cyno?"

he let out a broken sound. "okay," he agreed, wrecked. "okay. for you." for you. always for you. because he didn't know what to do with himself, but he would always try for you. only ever for you. "for you."

his eyes were half-lidded, and he could barely see past the tears in his eyes, but he could make the distant outlines of your smile. he whined when you lower your face, pressing your lips against him. he couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but take what you gave him.

"look at me, cyno," you whispered. "can you do something for me, please?"

"okay," cyno said, unsure of what he was agreeing to but knowing over and over again that he would give it all for you.

"let go for me, cyno." it was a soft order, more of a request than a command. "come on. i know you can do it. cum for me."

how could cyno deny you anything? especially when you were using that soft voice of yours, the one that let him know that you had it all handled. that no matter what happened, he would always be yours. unfailingly. undoubtedly.

cyno's back arched, mouth parted prettily as he fell apart just for you.