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1x1x1x1 x Reader x Betrayal 1x1x1x1

Taking turns to use pronouns, but I might forget them, and there might be errors in the translation.

I wrote some stupid stuff. Now they're just an egg. I think I'll try to hatch it as soon as possible, probably.

The sudden situation disrupted 1x's rhythm, and they messed up his lms.

　　

‖ First of all, 1x1x1x1 won't accept to share his own prey, even if it's his own.

lms suddenly shows up another killer who is exactly the same as 1x except for his long white hair and the adornment on his body: betraying 1x1x1x1.

But at the same time, you are also the human being planned by Betrayal to be its exclusive possession. But the bad thing is, there is only one "you" here now.It's a game of chairs without rules, with no countdown, and both of them will fight to get a seat.

　　

His and her shadows overlap and trap you, like two chains of each entwining you. In fact, they have just quarreled with each other, for their background, for their uniqueness, and for you.

You belong to him, no matter what other "self" stands before you.

But the aggression between killers is forbidden, and no harm can be done, so there is no direct comparison with the other party.

You can't guess what betrayal looks like now, her collar covers the lower half of her face, leaving only angry eyes outside, 1x obvious, gritting teeth, full of annoyance, both of them are surrounded by twisted possession, plundering your air bit by bit.

The sound of chains rang out. In the next moment, you felt a hand wrap around your waist and pull you away from 1x with such force that you almost fell onto her. She took the opportunity to step back and create distance. You crashed into another firm chest and were forced to stick to it. The iron chains entwined around her chest hit you painfully, making you feel uncomfortable.

The atmosphere between them was so strange that you began to feel suffocated.

He turned you to 1x, his voice of betrayal much more hoarse than 1x, and commanded you, "Tell him you should choose to die at my hands, not him." The claw of betrayal streaked across your cheek and pointed to 1x, "You belong to me."

This undoubtedly lit the fuse, and the anger in another glances that clung to you was even more intense, 1x's hand had grasped the hilt of the knife at his waist

1x would rather kill you, end this lms, let you go back to that hut, and then stay and have a good conversation with the damn other self.

But tell him in your heart that he wants to know the answer you say, even though they are the same person.

The thought of betrayal is the same. Almost in a declarative manner, you are the prey she has captured, held in her arms and trapped before her.

　　

‖ This multiple-choice question is undoubtedly pleasing one side and then offending the other, and no matter which one you choose, you won't really please the other.

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I write very slowly and tend to procrastinate. I often get stuck because I overthink, so I'm thinking of temporarily opening requests to change things up... Hehe, the quality will definitely drop by 100%, but I'll do my best. I'll close requests soon

I originally wanted to revise the previous articles, so I hid them, but now I need them as a reference... Actually, I haven't made any revisions yet 🤓

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Betrayal 1x1x1x1 is a dragon. She kidnapped you

I actually wanted to do this a long time ago. Hehehe.

There should be a bit of violent content

I hate coming up with titles

take turns using pronouns, they can get a bit confusing. Due to the nature of translation, mistakes are inevitable

I apologize in advance for any mistakes that may occur

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You have a dragon.

To be precise, you are actually the dragon's right now. To put it another way, if you are his, then he is yours. Is that okay?

‖Before seeing it with your own eyes, you never believed the rumors. But he actually created a dragon.

Even before you were about to be taken away, you could sense her from afar.

To be honest, she's not like a dragon. She's more like a dead spirit and doesn't belong to this world.

From the chest to the dragon's tail, the semi-transparent body was green, and the black bones inside could be clearly seen extending all the way to the tail. Those parts were not protected by scales and emitted a faint, eerie green light. The rest of the body was covered with black scales. Thick-looking chains were wrapped around his forelimbs, the connection between the trunk and the wings, and the body.

The tip of their tail was a sickle-shaped, green-to-black gradient, sharp and hard enough to Pierce a person, like a small dagger.

The black horns are distinctive and conspicuous. The right dragon horn is intact, while the left horn is broken and symmetrical to his somewhat seemingly damaged eye.

A greenish glow in the shape of a domino crown was suspended above her head. The fully spread dragon wings had some minor damages and torn openings, but they did not affect flight.

　　

You completely forgot to struggle, and to be honest, you didn't intend to struggle either. All you could think about was the excitement of seeing this dragon, even though they seemed to be in a different mood and were handling things rather roughly.

The dragon made a mess of your carriage, and as you were pulled out of it, the other guards were scattered everywhere. you searched for the dragon, and in the next second the dragon's claws suddenly descended from the sky and lifted you up like a prey.

Well, this unfolding does fit some stories about the brutal dragon and the wounded hostage.

Until the claw loosened and you were thrown into the cave, you were flung out as if you were bungee jumping, and you felt the world spinning and your body crashing hard against the hard rock surface.

The pain spreads all over your body. Not to mention that his claws are almost choking you to death. If he were to catch someone else, they would have lost consciousness long ago. If he really wants to catch a hostage who won't die, you must teach him that he should be gentler.

　　

‖1x 's voice echoed in the cave.

"Why do I have to do these things! ？？"

She looked at you lying unconscious on the ground.. If you died now, there was no point in attracting any knights. But she hated even more that she was forced to keep the vital signs of a weak human alive until that damned knight came to save you, so that she could earn the so-called title of the evil dragon.

"Oh my goodness..." His growling claws sank deep into his hair, scratching his scalp. "Why on earth am I doing such a stupid thing?"

It was so stupid.

Wouldn't it be quicker to kill you yourself? Then throw your body into the castle to provoke their king.

But not for now, you must be alive and play the bait well, the knight he wants to lure out is a special person.... That's his purpose, otherwise you would have become a roadside wasteland long ago.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and touched the broken dragon horn. His fingertip ran over the rough surface. He gritted his teeth and made a "tsk" sound, then punched the rock wall with a sudden force.

Then he came up to you, stretched out his claws, pushed your shoulder, neatly turned you over, clamped your chin, and poked a broken vessel to his lips, even with some dust in the water, he didn't care about that.

He can't help frowning as he gulps his hand into your mouth, with half of the water flowing down the corner of your mouth, down your lower jaw, and then onto his paw.

Looking at your slightly rising and falling chest, at least you're still alive. That's enough, right? No matter how much you drank or spilled, even just a little bit, until all the water was fed to you, I casually threw the wooden bowl aside and shook off the remaining liquid on my hands.

　　

‖The taste of this bowl of water is not bad compared to other things; it's even a rather ordinary taste. You've been feigning unconsciousness all along just to see if this dragon is really as you heard, capable of transforming into half a human. After she left your side, you secretly opened your eyes to observe her and the appearance of the cave in front of your line of sight. Look at her; she's exactly the same as what you heard about in the underground trading market.

With his back turned, he was searching for something. He wore an old black shawl, his dragon wings folded and tucked behind him. Chains were wrapped around his body and hands. Two swords were fastened to his waist. Apart from his body, the rest of him was black. His white hair was casually tied into a ponytail at the back, while his bangs in the front were somewhat disheveled, almost covering the eye that w

good time to wake up, you don't want to wait until you fall asleep, you need an opportunity to communicate,

You first heard the sound of the chains, on his body and on his hand. You really picked a good time to wake up.

The first thing that catches your eye is his white hair hanging down, right in front of you.. She hadn't noticed you yet, but was just grasping your ankle and putting shackles on it, with the end tied to a stone pillar. The touch of those claws was very rough.

Though she hated the chains, she didn't hate tying them to someone else; they were indeed good tools.

You just look at him until a pair of dark red eyes meet your gaze, and she squints her eyes as if sizing up a prey.

She can take fear as food, and she can sense negative emotions very well, but you are unusually quiet, like a blank sheet of paper.

From the moment she was caught, there was no smell of panic or fear, no attempt to shout, a little attempt to get pity, but even if you did, she wouldn't do as you wished.

She pulled the chain hard to make sure it was secure and crouched down beside you. The dragon's tail moved along with its master, its sharp end poking across your cheek, and you felt the coolness of the skin being cut open, blood trickling out slowly, and you still did nothing.

You are really boring, like a dead person.

You were just observing her as much as you could, and you didn't want to interrupt her because of your remarks, but you soon felt a constant burning sensation coming from the wound, a feeling as if there were corrosive substances on it.

She suddenly let out a mocking snicker, her claws clamping your chin, the sharp tips already piercing your skin. She forced you to look her in the eyes. "You'd better not have any thoughts of escape. I'll make sure you're so incapacitated that you won't even be able to run away." Her dragon tail prodded you again, each poke feeling like a needle prick. "Right now ."

It's obvious that she's threatening you, you know, you don't care.

But you realize that the topic is coming to an end soon and you have to do something.

　　

‖ Your chatter soon reached the point where he was fed up to the extreme.

He's fed up with you, sick of this neurotic fellow, forced to listen to you praising his scales, his actions, everything about him for no reason.

Even ask, "How many hours do you sleep a day? How long can you fly at a time? Do you need to migrate? Do you need to hibernate?" Questions like these are going to blow up his head. Why are you so fond of pestering him with such damn, meaningless questions? And they don't have anything to shut you up right now.

You've annoyed them.

You were forced into the corner, a blade of a sword pierced straight into your shoulder, he pulled your hair, and the dragon wings behind him, in response to the master's mood, suddenly spread out, curled up and wrapped you in the shadow.

"What the hell are you thinking about?" they rasped at you. "Are you scared out of your wits by all this?"

You were forced to look up, feeling the slight pain of your scalp being tugged. Even in this situation, you still managed a smile. You glanced at the sword he had stuck into the rock wall.

Although you had only been with them for about half a day, you had figured out that they weren't going to let you die for now. But you didn't understand their true intentions. That didn't matter though, as long as you could stay here.

So you had a bargaining chip. You rested your wrist on the edge of the demonic blade. With just a little pressure, the sharp sword would slice through the artery beneath your thin skin.

"Even though I'm interested in you, it's better if you let me go," you said.

1x looked at you, his eyes full of contempt. Seeing your move, he sneered at you with even more disdain. "Hmph, are you threatening me?Do you think I would care about the life and death of someone as insignificant as you?" Their faces are getting closer and closer to you, as if trying to spot some other reaction on your face.

Your smile pierced their eyes like a needle.

As if you were not willing to admit defeat, you directed their gaze to the sword, and with a gentle force, the blade made a shallow cut in the skin, proving the conjecture with reality.

At last, at the moment they saw the red, they pulled you off, forcing your hand away from the sword. They slowly pulled out the sword that was stuck beside your shoulder, and a low laugh came out of their throats. They had no interest in you at all.

But that "I'm very interested in you." Make them feel annoyed.

　　

After observing, she did not seem to like jewels. She liked other things. Her cave was filled with countless kinds of blades and weapons, some of which were displayed in a row, but more of which were placed in a mess, mostly stained with blood and not cleaned.

When asked about these, she unexpectedly answered you, smugly saying: These were all obtained by competing with those who came to take risks, but most of those people did not allow him to

howed it to you in a showy manner, then pulled back his waist.

Then he grabbed a bush and threw it in front of you. Some of the SAP was on the leaves and many of the fruits were crushed and cracked, and you could tell at a glance what it was. It was a wild fruit that would make you unable to speak for a short time after eating it.

Even a dead rabbit has been brought before, and he has done nothing to deal with it, and if you choose it you have to eat it raw, wild fruit is a better choice for the sighted. For a moment she thought to herself whether you would choose that rabbit, but it's better not to.

Even if you don't eat, she has already prepared a coercive measure. A piece of fabric, she will stuff it into your mouth to shut you up, or force you to eat those fruits.

Here's your food, annoying flying insect. She said to you impatiently.

"You can't feed me this," you rebel, in a firm voice. "I still have a lot to say to you."

"You've said enough, from the time you woke up until now."

"You answer me very rarely," you stare into his eyes. "I need to know the answer."

He frowned and scratched the back of his neck in annoyance. "I need you to figure out your position. You're a captive." "Do you know? I can make you starve to the point of death and ask me to bestow a blessing upon you."

You shrugged your shoulders. "Of course I can eat that fruit. I have only one request, and as long as you answer, you won't hear my voice for a short time."

The air paused for a moment, looking at you lazily. Well, she really wanted to hear what you wanted, and she hoped it would be an interesting request.

"Your name." When you finish speaking, without waiting for the other person to react, you reach out and take the fruit and put it in your mouth. After the flesh is chewed in your mouth, a tingling sensation spreads throughout your mouth.

What a stupid question! Most people have said, "Will you let me go?" or "What on earth do you want from me?" cursing her as a damned dragon, but you never said that.

She sneered and watched you eat the fruit, but felt a little satisfaction in her heart.

You can no longer speak, but just quietly look at her. If you eat the fruit before you give an answer, she will respond too.

"1x1x1x1," he finally said.

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Unequal relationship

Oh my god, I can't think of a better title. My vocabulary is really poor.

TW: Involuntary behavior, unhealthy relationships, minor hypnotic control，A brief description of minor wounds

Observed object 'itrapped' x observer 'reader'

It has nothing to do with the original story. I just thought of it and wanted to write it down.

Well, I just wanted to write it down, so I didn't pay attention to any matters of reasonableness or the like. Please don't mind. If I'm interested, I might continue to write some other fragments.

itrapped/ he      

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No matter what, Itrapped can always find you accurately. You've searched your entire body and even checked inside, but there's nothing abnormal. There's nothing in your body except that damn poison.

You grit your teeth and say, your voice trembling as you force out, "Let me go." Your hands struggle to move the hand controlling you away, but in your current state, it's all in vain. The poison has deprived you of your strength.

Itrapped's elbow is pressed against your throat, pinning you against the tree trunk. Your breathing becomes increasingly difficult.

"Was I really throwing a tantrum last time? You probably wouldn't understand," Itrapped says slowly, easily controlling your body that's trying to break free. Then he continues, "You thought I was a bit annoying back then, and now I have the same feeling..."

While talking, he finds the small dagger given to you from your waist, his tone as casual as if in a normal conversation, and he even reminds you with concern.

"Calm down. There are a lot of glass shards around here. I don't want you to get any extra injuries."

Without warning, you are suddenly thrown to the ground, your back hitting the ground with a sharp pain.Just as you were about to get up, a glint of cold steel flashed at the edge of your vision. He used the dagger to slit the palm of his hand, and blood rushed out of the wound in a desperate escape.

You feel the weight of his body as he presses you down directly, one hand controlling your hands and restricting your movements. "Alright," he lowers his head, the blue earrings swaying, glinting in the distant light. His shadow pins you beneath him.

"Just as you wished, I don't want you to die either." At the moment you're about to speak, he aligns the wound with your mouth, forcing the escaping blood into your lips. Even if you quickly close your mouth to resist, some of the blood still slides down your tongue and into your throat. It's like when you're drowning in water and someone suddenly pulls you back or gives you oxygen. In that moment, fear and relief interweave, creating an inappropriate sense of security in your body.

If you had known things would turn out this way, you would never have entered that damned observation room that day.

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 You handed Itrapped over to someone else for about three days because of someone else's request, and happily told that person, "If you succeed, I won't have to work overtime, so I hope you can do your best." But things didn't go as planned. After only two days, you were called back. After quickly getting up to speed with the work, you entered the separated work area. Itrapped was in the observation room, separated by just a layer of glass.

The structure of the observation room was very simple. There was a large piece of tempered glass on the front, with a communication hole and a delivery port below. Inside the room, there was only a bed, a table, and a ceiling lamp. The average temperature in the room was lower than the average temperature. On the table was a stuffed doll that didn't match Itrapped's image at all, and there was no camera.

It was exactly like the photo in the file.

His legs were crossed, and his golden hair casually hung on both sides of his cheeks. His long hair at the back of his head was half-tied into a ponytail. Only one white glove outlined the lines of his fingers. The ice crown sparkled under the light, casting a blue shadow. Two blue earrings swayed, indicating that he had just moved.

The upper half of his face was covered by a black unknown substance, and his features were not visible. On the left side of that substance was a simple red eye. His face, limbs, mouth, and that eye were the standards for observing his emotions.

Itrapped was sitting on the edge of the bed, with an open notebook beside him. His other hand was holding a book and reading. He was twirling a pen between his fingers.

Beside him was a shelf with transparent medicine bottles hanging on it. The end of the infusion tube was connected to the back of his hand. The medicine bottle was empty, but the needle was still inserted.

You didn't deal with that yet, thinking that there would be someone else to handle it later, so you just made some routine records and gave the usual greeting.

"I heard you've been causing a lot of trouble recently."

You were also playing with the pen in your hand, constantly pressing the black ink into the log sheet, leaving black ink stains. Well, this wasn't really a greeting.

You looked up and met that red eye, which was quietly staring at you.

The only response you got was a "click" sound from in front of you. The pen's tip was pressed down and then popped back up, a lazy response to you. Sometimes when he didn't want to answer questions, he would do this.

That pen was taken by him the first time he entered the observation room and claimed it as his own. He said it was a souvenir. Trapped loved to play with that pen.

But that stuffed doll was something you got from a claw machine and gave to Itrapped just for fun. He didn't show much reaction. Sometimes he would hold that doll and imitate your tone of voice to amuse and tease you.

"You should have picked more observers to your liking instead of keeping a close eye on me. There were many people behind me at that time."

Itrapped stopped what he was doing and replied, "I don't like you giving me to other observers. I'm not an object."

Then he continued, "Are you satisfied with this answer?"

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The list of other subjects under observation has the names of many observers written below their numbers and names, all taking turns or working together. However, under the name 'Itrapped', there is only one observer, [reader]. Logically, he should have at least two people alternating to record, collect information, and verify accuracy, just like the other subjects. The truth is that Itrapped doesn't obey other observers, and coercive measures are ineffective. He is unwilling to reveal any more information about himself, and since he didn't show much ability when captured earlier, there is a strong desire to study him. As a result, one observer after another was replaced. He's really a picky guy. Eventually, only you caught his eye and were chosen as his sole observer. The work process has been very smooth. Sometimes Itrapped even provides you with true information about himself and situations where he benefits unilaterally, allowing you to gain quite a few advantages. So now your relationship with him is very good.

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You frowned. "What kind of answer is that? Are you throwing a tantrum?"

"I'm not a keeper, but an observer. I can't keep watching you all the time. You can't be like a pet, I-022."

"Oh? So you're getting annoyed with me." He smiled slowly.

I-022 is the serial number of Itrapped. You also have a corresponding serial number. In the company, those of higher status than you usually call you by your serial number, while those of equal status call you by your name. The same applies to the observation subjects. However, after you got familiar with him, you seldom called him by his serial number. You only did so when Itrapped did something that caused you trouble.

"I really don't like them adding extra stuff to me. I have to stay here for even longer than before," you complained, letting the file board drop from your hand.

"There's nothing we can do about it, right?" Itrapped tapped his knee with his fingertips, a hint of amusement in his voice. "A dog wags its tail to show its emotions, but they can only see what I want them to see. If I say I'm very sad now, will you write it down?"

"Is that why the answers on the questionnaires for the past two days have been so strange?"

"I'd rather spend my time with you."

You stared at him for a few seconds, wanting to say something back, but the words died in your throat. You should have ended this meaningless conversation earlier. You lowered your head and refocused on the log sheet in your hand.

The air seemed to stand still for a few seconds. Itrapped could tell you didn't want to continue, so he raised his hand and gently waved it. "Can you take this off now?"

Following his hint, you finally remembered the IV needle. You glanced at the time; no one had come to deal with it yet.

"I'll find someone to handle it for you."

But Itrapped quickly stopped you. "You have the knowledge for this, don't you? Why bother?"

You took a deep breath, your eyes filled with dissatisfaction. Because he wanted this now, you could only do as he said, telling yourself it was part of your job.

"If anything goes wrong, you're responsible."

With that, you picked up the medical kit and used your access card to open the isolation door, fully entering Itrapped's space.

"You should be happier. I'm very happy now."

You didn't respond to his words. You walked over to him and squatted down, ordering him to place his hand flat in front of him. Then you began to remove the transparent medical tape.

"Do you know? You can do things they can't."

His voice came from above. You replied casually, "Please, I'm just the lowest-level person. Even if something goes wrong, no one will care."

Then you quickly pulled out the needle and pressed a cotton swab against the bleeding area, indicating for him to hold it himself.

He didn't take the cotton swab but leaned down slightly and whispered in your ear, his voice close to your skin. "What I mean is, you're a special person."

"Wha..." Before you could finish, the cold air around him enveloped you. His hand lifted your chin, and as their lips touched, something was being passed into your mouth. The warm liquid slid down your tongue and into your throat bit by bit.

You began to try to break free, wanting to push him away. You didn't know what he was feeding you, but you felt it wasn't good. Itrapped just held you in place.

Your thoughts paused for a moment as the black substance on his face began to become transparent, revealing the hidden face beneath.

He slowly opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on you. His pale blue eyes hung before your vision, touching your consciousness and drawing it into a quiet lake.

Before you could react, you tried to look away, but your body betrayed your mind, as if pulled by an invisible thread, dragging you back into the water. Those eyes, like precious gems, with their unique and captivating color, the light influencing the hue of the irises. The light from outside the glass window squeezes into the gap between you and him. One eye is a clear blue, like the surface of a lake in the early morning, while the other is dim, a bottomless deep pool.

The panic in your heart inexplicably calms down at this moment.

Your mind gradually begins to empty.

Right... What did you want to do? Oh, yes, push him away.

Huh? Wait, why did you want to do that?

This thought just surfaces, creating a slight ripple, then silently vanishes into the water, sinking to the bottom of the lake.

This idea disappears.

What did you want to do again?

Those thoughts dissolve one after another in the water in an instant.

You completely forget what you were going to do.

Well... Isn't this fine?

The last trace of struggle in your mind fades away, followed by a complete submersion.

Calmly, your consciousness floating on the lake surface slowly sinks to the bottom, your breathing begins to ease, enveloping all your senses until you lie on the soft sandy bed, finding a sense of security in the embrace of the lake water, and suffocating in that safety.

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You gazed at your own eyes reflected on the deep lake surface.

Those eyes had lost their focus, empty and hollow.

Nothing existed in your mind, only a blankness and an irresistible sense of dependence.

The corner of his mouth curved up slightly, and his gaze finally shifted away from yours, leaving your lips.

When he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his face. Then he turned his head, and you could feel the warmth of his breath brushing past your cheek and lingering by your ear.

"Relax," his voice was soft, as gentle as the lake water, soothing. "Our interests are the same..."

"Until I betray you." Even saying such words, you didn't care. As long as it could keep you in the lake water, it was fine.

"So, take me away, 'Number'." "

If you are still an employee now, the higher-ups will surely be glad that you have discovered this. Itrapped is toxic. His own blood is toxic, and it is also the antidote. After the bewitchment ends, this can be used to continue controlling the bewitched person.

The palm leaves your mouth, and the sticky, rusty taste keeps invading your lungs. Your chest rises and falls violently, like a drowning person just pulled out of the water.

Itrapped's hand holds your face, fixing your gaze on him.

"Look, you're still alive."

His fingertips gently wipe away the bloodstain at the corner of your mouth.

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If you are still an employee now, the higher-ups will surely be glad that you have discovered this. Itrapped is toxic. His own blood is toxic, and it is also the antidote. After the bewitchment ends, you can use this to continue controlling the bewitched person.

His palm leaves your mouth, and the sticky, rusty smell keeps invading your lungs. Your chest rises and falls violently, like a drowning person just pulled out of the water.

Itrapped's hand holds your cheek, fixing your gaze on him.

"Look, you're still alive."

His fingertips gently wipe away the blood at the corner of your mouth. The movement is almost tender, yet it makes your body numb. Right now, you can only see his glowing red eyes, slightly narrowed, full of mockery.

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Your 1x writing is so impressive, I crave more

Sure, first of all, thank you so much for your like ~

. I have no idea what you want. Plus, I've been having a serious writer's block recently, so I used an old theme and wrote it the way I had hoped for before. Even though I'm not satisfied with it now, I really can't do more.

Hope you can like it.

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1x1x1x1 Appetite

Blood, biting, violence. Actually, neither of you two is quite normal (?). For 1x, I only used "he"

Because I'm used to this... I still have to say that I'll use "he/she" next time......

The warning should be like this, um.

I use translation. They might have errors

　　Before that, you had said similar words countless times.

"If love were appetite, would you want to eat me? Have you ever had that feeling? It's like getting a sense of security by biting."

1x Just a casual glance at you each time, he couldn't understand the real meaning behind that sentence, for him the word "love" was empty or "like", and "appetite" was an unfelt desire.

In fact, you don't understand either, even these things are read from some tattered pages.

There will also be disputes between you, and you take all the harm 1x does to you as an expression of so-called 'liking', so you unusually enjoy the taste of pain and pleasure intertwined.

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Another execution.

1x gaze slowly swept over the mess, not caring at all about the killing that had just occurred.

The blood that kept flowing from the corpses seeped into the crevices on the ground, giving off a disgusting smell. The liquid dripped down the blade bit by bit and merged with the pool of blood at the feet.

He had never felt this repulsive before, looking down at the corpse beneath his feet, his mind told him that the hunt had not brought him any satisfaction.

He quickly flung the flowing blood off the blade, narrowed his red eyes, which were filled with only boredom. Under normal circumstances, he would still enjoy the feeling of killing, the pleasure it brought was incomparable and could make him much more comfortable.

Recently he found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not satisfy a certain desire in his heart. It was a very strange desire, and the inability to satisfy it made him very irritable.

To satisfy his body's strange demands, he became interested in the pizza that elliot threw, crouched down to pick up the somewhat dirty pizza from beside him, but unfortunately the poor, dead fellow had no chance to enjoy it.

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"What does that feel like?" 1x asked you what it would feel like if you really wanted to eat it.

"Tear, chew," just like those survivors eat that pizza

You answer this, and he looks at you, looking at the many bite marks you left on your arm. You didn't choose to bite 1x because you, like him, can't feel the so-called love or like. You hope that when you make the move to bite him, it's out of one of these two.

Even if it's just an appetite.

"Then?"

"Then they swallow it and become part of their body, and even after they finish eating, their blood volume is restored."

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It's like chewing wax, hard to swallow, nothing changes.

Just squeeze a "....... out of your throat Disgusting."

He threw the uneaten pizza on the ground and wiped with the back of his hand the still warm blood that had splashed onto his face, in front of his nose and around his lips, trying to wipe away the smell, the lingering sensation, but only pushed the blood further away and spread it more evenly.

He made a low TSK and frowned slightly, not wanting to waste any more time on these unpleasant smells.

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It was not until the game was finally over and he returned to the killers' ground that the darkness of the scene change magnified his senses, and 1x noticed that the air had changed.

Completely out of place, the smell was almost masked by the blood on his body, but still lingered in the air, captured by his acute senses.

A strange scent.

Deep in his throat, as if gently lifted, he subconsciously took a breath, then slowly inhaled to confirm that it wasn't an illusion.

A strange, gradually materializing sensation climbed up from the depths of his appetite, like an empty piece waiting for something to fill, a feeling he had never experienced before, not like the pleasure of killing, nor like resentment, but more like.... Longing?

Just as he wants to kill Shedletsky, he wants to find the source of that smell and get it.

That's it.

He quickly came to the conclusion that his feet moved on their own.

He followed the scent, without the need for a perspective; it was like a coordinate, precisely guiding him.

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You are in your own room, looking at the arm that has just been pierced by a dagger, your own blood flowing down the knife wound and then wiping it with your fingers.

You hummed a tune out of tune. Your mood today was still quite pleasant. 1x took a bite of that pizza today. What was his mentality that made him want to have that? Was it curiosity or the urge to eat at last?

Unfortunately, you didn't see more in the later viewing, so you don't know if he actually ate or what.

You let out a breath, your mouth curved to show your joy, looking down at the wounds, your expression was not too much of a change, you had long been accustomed to these big and small wounds and the pain they brought, but you wondered why the injury this time did not heal immediately.

A little light suddenly squeezed in the dim room, and the door creaked open a crack, and you knew who was outside, and his breath was recognizable.

But he just stood there, there was no other sound, his red pupils shining, looking straight at you.

No, more like looking at the wound on your arm, his gaze almost stuck there.

Strange scents filled the room, seeping through the crack of the door and enveloping him, something welled up in his throat, causing waves of itching, and he swallowed the secreted saliva to relieve it.

He moved closer to you again and was still in the spirit to answer your questions.

"It seems it's time for you to rest and you don't look very good." You said.

"I can feel it myself."

"Why do you want pizza today? Is it something you want to try?"

You slightly turned your head, raised your injured hand, and deliberately waved it in front of him. "Would you be interested in this now?" You ask him one sentence after another, "Would you want to bite?"

The red light in his eyes flickered with restlessness, almost out of control

"Yes... Yes... !" He roared, "I really do.!!"

He held your hand so hard that his knuckles ached faintly, and there was a strange desire in 1x's eyes that he himself couldn't tell where it came from, but was driven by it.

You pause for a moment because of his sudden move.

Wow... What a bad temper. In the quiet room there was only his heavy breathing. You know he wouldn't ask you. Who would ask a prey if it would be eaten when hungry?

He lowers his head, with the tip of his nose almost touching the wound on your arm.

His breath was heavy, as if he were confirming the scent, that faint, bloodily, eerie aroma, like a fishhook that hooked the most primitive instincts of a creature.

Like a normal person who wants to eat something, he grabs it, holds the food in his mouth, and enjoys it with just one thought.

The fangs tore through the skin, the pain spread like an electric current throughout your body, you gasped, your arm trembled uncontrollingly, there was no instinct to push him out of danger, and even a strange pleasure rose from the depths, slowly lifting the other hand and gently resting it on the back of his neck as if soothing a beast.

The soft, warm flesh was bitten into the mouth, and the fangs pierced into the unhealed wound more easily than he thought, the sweet, fishy smell of blood rushed into the fangs, slid down his throat, and the warmth that had not been sucked in spilled out, trickled down his lips.

The void in his stomach was filled by the blood for a moment, but it made him hungrier and even more greedy.

He was indeed no different from the wild beasts that hunted him now, except that the prey on the prairie would not comfort him, nor would he enjoy the process.

You accept this kind of intimate behavior called violence.

As the pain intensifies, you can't help but tighten your body, but still keep asking, wanting to know how he feels.

"Did you eat it? What did that pizza taste like?" You go on asking him.

For some reason, he stopped, and when the tip of his tooth was pulled out of the wound, blood mixed with saliva adhered to the tip of his tooth, one end linked to your skin, as if trying to hold him back until the blood thread broke, and he looked at the wound, the tip of his tongue brushing across his lips.

Finally, he began to think about your problem, feeling that it was different from the dusty pizza of today, and he had no desire to eat it.

Finally he replied, "No, that was a disgusting texture..."

You are stunned for a moment, smiling uncontrollably, so he only has the desire to eat for himself, right? It's yours alone, only you can stir it up.

This sentence repeats over and over again in your mind, and the pleasure based on pain builds up in your body.

"I'll take this as your affection for me," you paused, your fingertip brushing across his lips and wiping away some blood for him. "Would you feel the same way?"

Your hand still rested on his chin, catering to your raising of the head, and the blood trickled down the lower jaw, dripping onto your clothes, in the dim room, the red eyes were even more piercing, and a muffled sound came from his throat.

He couldn't distinguish, or even understand, what you were saying.

He doesn't understand what you mean by saying this, nor does he think it's that, you keep talking about the tiresome "like" and "love" that you've been talking about all day long.

If you insist on saying what you're feeling right now, you want to swallow what's right in front of you completely into your body, fill yourself up, and satisfy your desires.

You don't care what he answers. You just think about what you want. In your view, this is the most primitive response he can give.

And for 1x1x1x1, it's just a pure desire.

　

——/1x will indeed follow its desires and devour you, and you will be immersed in it, unable to distinguish between pain and happiness. Actually, I wanted to write more.

I would put my head on the hydraulic press and press the button, then everything I want to write would come out，he he/——

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Demon King x ReaderI wrote randomly… Hehe, reminder [I used translation, so there might be many mistakes]

I apologize in advance to everyone.

The Demon King is of a huge and powerful build, with his tight-fitting clothes perfectly outlining his muscular contours.

Standing before him, you can feel an absolute suppression. It's a force that cannot be resisted, one that could crush a person with just a slight exertion.

Sometimes you would try to pinch his arm, but his muscles were so firm that it was not easy to do so. So you would try to scratch him with your nails, and then get a puzzled look from him, because for him it was just like being tickled, and he would tolerate your actions.

In response, he would gently poke your forehead or hand with the tip of his claw, sometimes deliberately pressing hard enough to leave a mark on your skin.

Then, the Demon King's body, waist and left hand were all bound with iron chains, which made a clanking sound when he moved. This could be somewhat annoying at times.

Sometimes you would pull on those chains to force him to move, just for fun.

Well… to be honest, it feels like forcibly controlling a large dog. Unfortunately, he's not a large dog and won't really obey.The Demon King merely looked at you, who had been pulling with all your might, and said unhurriedly, "You can't pull me, little one."

Before you could finish your sentence, "And I can do it easily…", you suddenly felt your back clothes being pinched and you were lifted off the ground in an instant.

When you came to your senses, you found yourself being held up in mid-air by him. He was observing your expression, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he said, "I've got you."

You narrowed your eyes and stared at him, your eyes revealing your dissatisfaction. You tugged at the chain in your hand, expressing your displeasure through your actions.

Just like holding an unruly little beast, he takes pleasure in your struggles and gently shakes you, completely indifferent to your resistance.

"Put me down, Demon King," you whispered.He let out a low chuckle, swirled the other paw in front of your eyes, and asked lazily, "What would you like to eat tonight, little one?" Then he pointed at you.

You raised your voice and stared straight into his eyes, "Demon King —— "

"Hmm?"

"You know I'm not talking about this." You swatted away the paw in front of you and then grabbed it.

"I know," he said, then casually pulled his hand back and flicked your forehead. "But I'm not planning to listen to you”

You still stared at him intently, watching his composed demeanor.

You knew that resisting would only make him more inclined to tease you. After all, such a little act was nothing more than a display of petulance in his eyes. So, you just stuck out your tongue at him and turned your head to look at something else to pass the time.

Seeing that you made no move, he lazily shrugged his shoulders and then raised his hands above his head, wiggling his fingers up and down, making the gesture of surrender."All right, all right… You win."

You didn't respond to him right away. You just looked at his swinging paws and snorted coldly, "It was you who had been smug all along."

"Am I not cooperating with you?" he said lazily, his tone as if coaxing a child. "Isn't this exactly what you want, little one?""Then put me down right now," you said crossly.

“Hmm, of course."

He did let you go, but it didn't last long. In the next moment, the chain rattled, your balance shifted, and he skillfully scooped you up. Immediately after, the Demon King sat down on the sofa beside, and you landed on his lap without warning.

With his right hand, he encircled you in his arms. Your back leaned against his right upper arm. He lifted his forearm and gently stroked your cheek with his corroded hand, which was not bound by chains.

If it's that left hand bound with chains, the chains wrapped around it will make you feel even more uncomfortable.Now there are some chains pressing under your bottom, making you very uncomfortable. But you are too tired to argue with him anymore. The energy you just had has almost been used up.

Just let him be.Although the Demon King would lose his playful mood as a result, he would also gain a sense of joy after victory. Even if you were too lazy to play with him, he wouldn't care about that.You shifted your body slightly, trying to adjust the iron chains that were causing you discomfort. He gently pressed his other hand against your side, keeping you still and preventing you from moving around.

You ignored him, your fingers still reaching behind your waist, trying to hook the stuck chain. He didn't let you do it and adjusted the position for you on his own. Then he just held you like that and rested.

Sometimes there are also some strange and naughty habits. Just like when you stroke a pet that scratches your chin and asks if you feel comfortable. Both cats and dogs enjoy it, and the cat will even purr. But you would brush off its paw, and it won't get annoyed.

"Hmm… So your way of showing you like me is to be mean to me? Huh?"

You stared at him without saying a word. Suddenly, you reached out and grabbed the fixed chain on his cloak, pulling him towards you.

Sometimes he would lower his head and lean in close to your face, observing you up close. At other times, he would raise his hands in a feigned surrender, uttering insincere apologies, but the smug smile on his face clearly showed that he had no intention of admitting his mistake.——————

Sometimes you can hide inside his cape, behind him or peek out from behind him. At the same time, you can also see behind the Demon King, where eight spider-like limbs grow along his exposed spine, piercing through the cape to be visible.Or to take shelter from the rain…

When you hugged him with your arms wide open and got close to him, you looked like a waist accessory, a naughty and clingy one.

The Demon King clearly likes you as his "accessory".When he asked you to sit on his shoulders, the first pair of spider legs on his back slowly wrapped around your waist. Sometimes the barbs would catch your clothes, as if to advertise to the world that you belonged to him.

Or he might lift you up with just his left hand, supporting you with his arm so that you lean against him. Then you would be taller than him, adjusting his crown and his hair for him.

Often at such times, he would remark, "Have I not been feeding you well enough? Why are you so light?"Then they will prepare a lot of food for you to eat, but you won't be aware that you really can't eat any more.——————

In terms of the sense of control, sometimes you may encounter some trouble, but he has absolute confidence in himself. Even in such a dangerous situation, the Demon King can still chat with you leisurely.

"Hey, y/n, miss…" He gently ruffled your hair with his sharp claws.

"I don't have time to chat with you now, Demon King," you said as you tidied up your weapon and kept a watchful eye on your surroundings. "Those guys are going to find us any minute now."

"Haha… I know," he chuckled, lazily twirling your hair around his claw. "What I want to say is, as long as you ask, I can take care of them all." His eyes were full of mischief as he squinted his good eye and looked down at you.

I take in your entire figure with my eyes, observing your expressions and movements.

You lowered your head and exhaled deeply until a crisp sound came from not far away, using it as a signal to give the order to him: "Go… Demon King!"

"As you wish." With his cheerful laughter, countless irregular stone spikes emerged from the ground one by one, piercing through the smoke. Some of the spikes even had human skulls embedded in them.

The wind stirred by his movement lifted the corner of your dress, and you stood so calmly behind him.It seems that doing so would make him even more powerful… For a moment, you can't tell whether he is giving you an order or you are giving him one. But as long as you wish, he will offer you whatever you desire.

Change your perspective, and sometimes you'll be like that demon king, the kind that's far beyond the common understanding of the world, without an intimidating appearance or a destructive aura.

The Demon King merely stands behind you, suppressing those with ulterior motives. His claws rest on your shoulder, pulling you close to his side, and he follows your instructions.

But sometimes when mistakes are pointed out and they are criticized, they don't listen very well. Instead, they might even blame you for the problem. Maybe they are afraid that you will get too cocky, so sometimes they will retort, "Who do you think you're bossing around, you little one?"

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Longing to touch(perhaps ?）

Two Time x Reader

I'm sorry first 🙇‍♀️! English is not my native language. I used a translator, so there might be pronoun errors or more… I hope they don't seem too strange or offensive when read 😭

I was very sleepy so I wrote randomly, but I still want to post it. However, I hope you can like it ❤️

I only used "they".

Two Time curled up on the bed. They had no idea how many days it was. Their fingers were inserted into their hair and rubbed, and their nails scraped their scalp from time to time, trying to relieve the itchiness from the skin cells.

In the early stages of the symptoms, when they can still be with you, because of the inexplicable restlessness in their hearts, they are always absent-minded and less efficient when fixing the generator, he turns to you at the edge of his sight, thoughts of what he wants to do emerge in his mind, looking at the dusty hands, watching your fingers hook up the wires to connect them, and wisps of thoughts start to overflow.

'Want to touch it, hold it, just do that. '

When the thought gets the upper hand for a moment and Two Time doesn't even realize what it has done, a finger touches your skin in an instant and casually wraps your hand completely.

A momentary sense of satisfaction fills the void in , and it's a very comfortable feeling

But because I'm wearing half-finger gloves, the skin is not in full contact, so the feeling of dissatisfaction starts to arise again, until it overcomes the pleasure that just emerged and takes over again, simply put, it becomes more and more demanding.

"What's wrong with you?" You look at them, feeling strange about their behavior.

"No... "Nothing," then said "May I hold your hand for a moment?"

Ah... It must be the Spawn that leads its own behavior to make itself desire you, telling them that you are two lines destined to be connected, only requiring them to pull you up and then tie the knot themselves to make you closer to them.

Two Time thought to himself that the unquenchable desire also made them more agitated.

When Two Time looks at the hand they have placed on your hand, and then raises their eyes to look at your face, the scene in front of their eyes turns into a dark black... They got it, they got the solution to all this.

At first, as soon as they lay in the bed, they felt empty inside and unconsciously wanted to hold the quilt or something to fall asleep peacefully. But gradually, these were no longer enough to ease the craving, as if returning to infancy, longing for more touch, warmth, completely real touch, and even scratching red marks on the skin for relief. Unable to satisfy one's own needs, every inch of skin cries out for contact from you, even if you wrap yourself up tightly, it still gets close to insomnia, loneliness and unease wrap around the body instead of the quilt.

I can't remember how many days it has been since I last saw you. !!!!!!!!!

Two Time won't be teleported to the lounge and will go straight back to a new single room after the game, unable to open the door, but there will be food every day, round after round but never see you.

But everyone says they've seen you.

It must be a test that comes with....

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You haven't seen Two Time for a long Time. It seems as if it was done deliberately. Logically, in a game, everyone would take turns to form teams once and be able to see everyone in the lounge. But unfortunately, Two Time wasn't in the lounge, and everyone's answers were the same.

Although no one has seen him in the hall, he has been in contact in the game, and his condition seems to be getting worse and worse each time.

Someone asked that one question and they would reply, "Where is y/n?"

That's all the information you get, but who shuts Two Time and where? His room is empty. Is anyone trying to stop you from meeting? The person who threw you into this so-called game? This is also starting to get your mental state down.

You unconsciously raise your hands to scratch your hair, impatiently open The lounge door, whether it's The Spawn hearing their prayers or the ghost wanting to watch something else, you see the Two Time that you've been worrying about.

Wait... Is that Two Time? Did they show up in front of me?

The other person is somewhat confused about the situation, the whole person looks paler than before, the eyes are somewhat dazed, the whole person exudes exhaustion, in a trance see your figure, a glimmer of light flashes in their eyes, a smile is squeezed out of the corner of the mouth, you think you are mistaken, but the fact is different, Two Time look at you just raised your hand, fingertips finally hooked only on your fabric Your vision suddenly turned pitch black, and after a moment of tinnitus, when you opened your eyes again, you had already been teleported to the opponent's map.

Ahl...... Why?

You punch the nearby wall and vent feebly.

You finally believe that you just saw him, but now there's nothing left, damn...

Will Two Time show up in the game?

You quickly check the list of chosen survivors, they're not on it, you clench your fist, take a deep breath to relax yourself, and try to search the map as much as you can to help your teammates to find some traces, maybe they'll be here?

You do that every round, hoping it's the last time.

As Time goes by second by second, you ask everyone you meet about the whereabouts of Two Time, and each time you ask, you feel your mouth getting drier.

Until a glimmer of hope kindled, Dusekkar said he could sense that Two Time was in the game, even if they weren't on the list, and then gave you a rough direction.

Just run... Running on and on, searching around, until the wind in the ear mingled with a chant, the eyes were covered by a fleeting white light, the eyes were pricked by the light and closed, and could faintly hear someone moving ahead.

Looking at the blurry figures in front of them, they lost their balance due to the pain brought by rebirth. They staggered forward and fell down peacefully following their intuition. They spread their arms and held the person in front of them in their arms. You supported your body by bearing the entire weight of the person, avoiding close contact with the floor.

"I really want to see you... My angel. spawn heard my PRAYER I'M GOING CRAZY...." Two Time 's voice is horribly hoarse, their breathing is rapid, the breath is hitting the neck again and again, the wings behind follow the owner' s consciousness to pull forward and surround you, there is even a little blood dripping from above, the face is buried in the side of your neck, the messy hair runs through the skin to bring a little itch.

Like a fish stranded on the shore, suddenly someone pours a cup of cool water to give them a brief peace of mind, and a greater craving for water comes over them.

"I never thought you would be here, I just saw you, I thought it was an illusion! To be honest, I've seen this kind of illusion many times." Their lips touched the back of their necks from time to time, and they breathed warm breaths as they spoke.

Feeling the movements of the people in front of you, you just hold them a little tighter, with countless questions in your mind that you want to say, but when you see the red scratch marks on the exposed part of their upper arms and their fair skin, you still want to ask about their condition first.

“Two Time... What's going on with your hand?"

"Hand... ? Don't worry, it's no big deal, you are my antidote, y/n "they murmured" in the name of spawn... We've been linked together."

They close their eyes, craving the tight embrace of the skin contact, so strong that it seems to melt you into their body, feel your body temperature, press your fingers into the skin, feel your body temperature through your clothes, suck your scent, truly perceive your presence, the tense spirit is relieved at this moment.

Two Time suddenly becomes very clingy "I won't let you leave me again... I mean it." Their voices grew fainter and fainter.

The hug was too strong and you felt a bit suffocated. "Two Time?" You try to swap them "I think you can, be gentle."

Two Time says straightforwardly, "I'm sorry, I just really want to make contact, really."

"But I don't know if I'll be able to see you again when I get back. I'm scared."

You didn't say that, it's an uncertainty, but now you just want the other person to be able to enjoy the moment, you raise your hand to stroke the back of their head, straighten their hair, just reply softly

"I know..."

Neither of you noticed the countdown, just hugged, and in the last few seconds Two Time seemed to sense the passage of time, holding you tighter.

Perhaps Two Time's devout prayers were answered, and you returned to the lounge together, but not in the same lounge as the rest of the survivors, but in the corridors of your respective rooms, and in the same positions as in the game.

Phew - they let out a deep breath.

They finally let go and look straight into your eyes. "I've been praying for this... The Spawn heard my prayer." The wings that emerged from Two Time's second life have been retracted.

Let go of your hands and grope to find you, hook your fingers and cross them together.

Take advantage of the gap to care about the other person's physical condition, then ask about what happened recently in Two Time, and they tell it all.

Anyway, Two Time gets a strange symptom. They want to have physical contact with you. If they can't have contact with you, they will feel uncomfortable at first and then start to feel uneasy... Fear of being abandoned.

They say they stayed in that room for a very long time and used many ways to try to relieve the symptoms, so there would be those marks on the skin, trying to hug themselves to balance the relief with the pain.

Imagining that they won't see you again or that you won't come to see them, the unease in their hearts intensifies, and they are about to be swallowed by the darkness, which also leads to some seemingly serious scratches.

"Does it hurt?

They just said indifferently, "It's okay. There's nothing more to care about now than you being in front of me."

You and they both heard footsteps on the stairs. Two Time gave a somewhat displeased look downstairs, took your hand and walked towards their room, unlocking, turning the door handle and opening the door in one go.

You've been cleaning Two Time's room all the time, so it's not that bad to be empty for so long.

Be clean and tidy, and try not to disrupt what Two Time does for Spawn.

"May I ask you to stay in my room tonight? Dear. '

They look at you, the dim light on their faces, and under their deep eyes lies a desire that could devour you.

They knew you would agree, but their hands had already quietly locked the lock.

'Sure.' You said, and then sat down on the bed with them, just like that.

The embrace just now has relieved them a lot. At least they don't have to endure anything anymore. Now it's just a simple longing.

They suddenly said, "y/n."

"What's up?"

"You won't leave me,... Just as I won't leave you, right?" Two Time's voice trembled a little. They were indeed frightened by the nightmares that kept coming up these days. They wanted to hear you say it yourself.

"I won't, just as you won't leave me."

You gently kiss the words into their mouths, hoping that they will ease their unease sooner.

　　

　　

[rain-feather]

Regarding some [bites]?

1x1x1x1 X Reader…!

I'm sorry first 🙇‍♀️! English is not my native language. I used a translator, so there might be pronoun errors or more… I hope they don't seem too strange or offensive when read 😭

1x1x1x1 was desperately craving to bite something,and the uncontrollable hunger made him even more

agitated.'Anything would do.'This thought made him even more frantic.It wasn't until the game ended

that he followed the strange smell in the room and finally fixed his gaze on you.

The fragrance,a strange one,grew stronger with each breath,evoking certain desires.

The red light in the left eye flickered.The other person's gaze towards you was like that of a predator facing its prey,and their mood was visibly bad.Noticing the anomaly,you questioned with a puzzled "Hm?""Are you not feeling well?That's not like you."

"A..."1x scratched the back of his neck in annoyance,his gaze having just shifted away but now drawn back again."Nothing."

Looking at your actions,tilting their head in confusion,you are wiping your attack weapon with a piece of cloth.1x's gaze sweeps over your arm.

Here it comes again...The feeling of hunger,the desire to be full,and the thoughts that arise from it.1x didn't reject these thoughts;instead,he acted on them,even faster than his mind could think.

In your gaze,the other person suddenly grabs your hand and holds it up to their lips.A fragrant scent begins to purposefully invade the surrounding air as they look at the exposed skin.

”You are really strange.“

Ignoring your inquiry,he began to wonder what it tasted like.His mouth secreted saliva and,involuntarily, he slowly opened his mouth,revealing his sharp fangs,and bit down instinctively.

The sharp teeth pierced through the skin,and the satisfaction of the blood almost spilling over was about to overwhelm him.Unlike the smell of blood splashed onto the face in the game,which carried fear,the involuntary deep breaths taken in shock made the scent even more intense.The smell that belonged to you filled his nostrils.He liked it very much,as well as the slightly pained expression on your face due to the pain,which made him even more delighted.

It was not until the pain intensified that you instinctively withdrew your hand.After the other

person's head moved slightly for an instant,the biting sensation began to subside.

Forced to let go,he wiped the remaining red blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

The dried bloodstain vanished against the color of his skin.He licked away the lingering taste of blood between his teeth,then looked at you.Since tasting the flavor,the discomfort had indeed lessened,but something else kept welling up.…an appetite,a desire to truly devour you.

Looking at the clear tooth marks on your arm,you didn't feel angry but remained calm."I think I should go get a rabies vaccine..."you muttered.

"What?"said the culprit calmly.

"Rabies vaccine,"you repeated,reaching out to examine the bite mark.The other person had bitten quite hard;there was obvious blood oozing from the bite mark,as if it had never bitten anything before.

"Are you a carnivore?"You raised your finger,pointing at him,wanting to get some explanation from 1x.

"I don't know,"1x replied in a low voice,the desire in his heart still raging,but he just said in a

deep tone,"Let me bite you again. … ."

It was a declaration rather than a question,the words punctuated by teeth sinking into the skin.Your response turned into a muffled moan from deep in your throat.

Looking at the 1x1x1x1 in front of you that is truly like some kind of canine,a string of thoughts rolls around in your mind.Compared to verbal complaints,a direct action would be much quicker.

You could only feel your companion's breath brushing past your cheek,the slight itch turning into a twinge of pain.You could clearly notice a pause in their breathing,followed by a slightly heavier breathing sound.The biting sensation on your arm lessened considerably,but the grip on you tightened a little.

He loosened his mouth,raised his head and looked into your eyes.You,on the other hand,smiled at him, slightly opening your eyes to admire your handiwork.You bit him on the cheek,leaving a distinct mark as well.

Compared with the bite marks on the arm that kept causing pain,this was just a minor one.

"I didn't give you permission to bite me."But the other person seemed much more relaxed than before.

"Sure..."You chuckled."Did you know that canines express affection by nipping at each other?"Then you wiped away the blood oozing from the bite mark with your hand."So,does that explain why you suddenly bit me?"Thanks to the infection,the bite mark won't heal for a while.This could be a problem.

It doesn't seem like a way to express fondness.

He placed his other hand on his forehead,turned his head to look at the arm still in his grasp,and stared at the bite marks.He swallowed the blood-tainted saliva and said,"I want to bite something,and I'm very hungry."

Although I don't dislike you expressing yourself this way...but I′m not food,and your teeth marks would be all over me.Eventually,there would be no place left to bite.You should restrain yourself a bit.

"All right,I'll try my best."

Are you still feeling hungry?

It's at least much better than before.

"Really?"You blinked your eyes."I helped you,so I need some reward.You have to kiss me...OK? As a mental comfort,I'm in great pain."

The other person responded with an action,hooking their chin with a finger,lips touching lips,and even tasting the residual blood at the corner of the mouth.Taking it as a signal,you seized the opportunity to pierce the other's lip corner with your canine tooth.Green blood seeped from the lip crevice,venting your dissatisfaction in this way.

This would indeed hurt.The other person frowned.Both of them could clearly taste the blood that was uniquely his inside their mouths.You were ready to end the kiss having achieved your goal,but he had no such intention.He clamped your chin and pulled you back,deepening the kiss slightly.

Likewise,his kiss became purposeful,biting through your lip to taste your blood once more,followed by the strange flavor of the mixture of your two bloods.

Before you made this move,you must have thought about such consequences.But now it's hard to tell whether he wants to bite or take revenge.It's a win-win situation for him,while you can only feel the pain.

This also began to make you dissatisfied.

But it was clearly a delusion to think of putting a bite guard on the other party.Disliking being

controlled was one thing,but it eventually escalated into mutual biting.