I know that it’s been like a year since my last post and I’m so sorry! it’s js that life has been making me so unmotivated to do anything.😔 unfortunately I don’t think I’ll be coming back. Consider this my ‘retirement/hiatus’ post lol.
(IF YOU ARE TRYING TO FIND MY WORKS; SEARCH ‘x reader’ IN MY SEARCH BAR)
I should’ve made this post way earlier but I was both too unmotivated yet still thought that one day I’ll be back on here! I know there’s probably someone who was waiting to see if I’d come back, but no, sorry. Some people did send in requests while it was said they were closed which I thought might help but it honestly made me even more tired than usual. I’m so sorry everyone!!
hey I just read your kazuscara fanfiction and wanted to say that I love your writing style :) i think you nailed both those characters really good 🩵 i dont usually send asks bc i am a silent reader, but I just had to hahaha, i just saw you wont update the story bc of lack of likes which is rlly sad bc you deserve sm more! a lot of ppl dont like or comment bc they too are silent readers, doesnt mean they didnt enjoy it, if it makes you feel any better about your work :) no pressure but any chances you will chance your mind for part 3 though? xD if not, its also fine, just wanted to tell you that before I go silent again xD 🩵
(also you can make a bot on c.ai!)
have a lovely day 🌹
A Third Round... and a Third Guy?!
(REQUEST #8) POV: The sexual tension between you, Wanderer and Kazuha was too much for them to ignore. Both of them were so invested in you that it was inevitable that in another coincidental reunion, all of you decided to meet again some days later in Inazuma for an orgy. What you guys didn’t expect was Detective Heizou stopping by to chat with Kazuha about a case… and deciding to join to the fun.
⚠️ WARNINGS:
— This is a smutty NSFW piece
— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns
— AU is: In-Game
— Contains: Orgy, degradation, pussy-slapping, praising and a little bit of homosexuality coming from Kazuha.
— Reading of the original post is advised
“And then, the Oratrice officially found Furina as guilty and sentenced her to death penalty.” You finished your story to Kazuha while walking through the streets of Inazuma.
“Wow… so, Fontaine doesn’t have an archon anymore?” He asked you as his answer, genuinely intrigued with your story.
“Nope.” You shook your head side-to-side. “What about you, Hat Guy? Any news about Sumeru?”
“No, everything is boring there as usual.” He shrugged his shoulders, avoiding eye contact with the both of you. “Are we close to the bar yet?” His eyes finally found courage to look back at the both of you.
“Yes. Why? Are you in a hurry~?” Kazuha asked in a flirty tone that made Wanderer trigger immediately, and you giggled about it with Kazuha.
“S-Shut up!” His cheeks flushed into a pink tone.
“Kaedehara Kazuha!” The three suddenly heard someone’s voice coming from the streets ahead of you which you didn’t recognize. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you for days!” The man had long, wine-colored hair, shiny green eyes and a weird uniform covering his body.
He was walking peacefully towards your direction with his hands in the pockets of his pants.
“Detective Heizou!” Kazuha was obviously the only one that recognized him, smiling at him while you and Wanderer shared confused looks.
“How are you doing?” He raised a hand so that Kazuha would shake it.
“I’m great! How about you?” Kazuha obliged to his gesture and politely shook his hand.
“Doing great too! And I assume these are your… friends..?” Heizou took a look at you and Wanderer.
In the matter of a blink, his eyes mired at you up and down, which made you a little embarrassed.
You were dressing a casual uniform from Fontaine but with the exception that it was slightly more suggestive and revealing than the usual just to tease Kazuha and Wanderer a little bit. Both of them eyed you the same way when you first met them in the lands of Inazuma.
“Yes! This the Great Swordswoman from Fontaine, Y/N Y/S, and you can call that dude ‘Hat Guy’!” You and Wanderer both waved at him when Kazuha introduced you and him.
“Nice to meet you!” He waved back at the both of you friendly. “Are you guys hanging out?” His attention went back to Kazuha.
“Yes, we’re going to the bar and have a drink. Would you like to join us?” Kazuha offered, but Wanderer immediately looked at him angry.
“I think you’re forgetting an important detail about our ‘hangout’, Kazuha!” Wanderer protested with a lot of irony like he was about to kill Kazuha.
“No, no, no, it’s ok!” You jumped in, trying to srop Wanderer from possibly jumping Kazuha. “Of course, he can join us!” You winked at him quickly, which made Wanderer’s eyes widen in shock with your humility and versatility.
“Oh, I apologize for interrupting you guys! I just wanted to know if Kazuha would be free tomorrow so he could help me solving a case!” Heizou raised his hands, trying to demonstrate innocence.
“Oh, I’m not so sure I’ll be free, Heizou. Maybe the day after?” Kazuha offered.
“Sure!” He shrugged his shoulders with a smile in his lips.
“So, would you like to join us for the night?” Kazuha offered again, now excited to see that you were ok with it and completely ignoring Wanderer’s discomfort.
“Kazuha, are you stu—?!”
.
Your clothes were practically ripped away by from your body by Wanderer and Heizou as soon the bedroom’s doors and windows were locked shut. You weren’t really surprised or bothered by it. Wanderer had previously described his desperation to fuck you raw to you back when you four were all drinking in the bar and Heizou had been fighting really hard to keep his hands inside his pockets this whole time.
That’s why in the matter of seconds, you were naked, thrown against the bed with legs spread and with three hungry men looking down at you from above, eager to have sex with you.
Individually… or not.
Wanderer was like a sly fox and obviously reserved his place in the line for your pussy. That’s why he was staring at you the most intensely and licking his lips like a hungry predator while preparing to make his way inside you.
“What a perfect whore… all spread-put and ready to receive some cock… You really haven’t changed a bit since our last encounter…” Wanderer ran his length up and down at your wet folds trying to lubricate himself.
“Mind if I use your head, Ms. Y/N?” You suddenly felt a heavy weight sit down by your left side, where Heizou standing previously. Since you were distracted by Wanderer’s intoxicating and beautiful dominance, you didn’t even realize he had been moving until that weight pulled you a little closer to the left angle and Heizou’s face showed up in a closer distance to yours compared to previously.
But before you could answer, Wanderer pushed himself inside you, causing a scream to beautifully escape your lips that made his cock twitch in the spot.
“Of course you can. She’s here for it.” Wanderer didn’t take long to begin moving in and out in a normal rhythm, trying to get to know it before fucking it more senselessly.
Heizou shrugged his shoulders in agreement and begun undoing his pants. While that happened, another “weight” sat at the bed, this time in your right side.
“You’re still too aggressive with her, Hat Guy…” Kazuha said while staring down at your face with concern.
“How many times will I have to tell you that she likes it like this?!” Wanderer sighed in response, sharing eye contact with Kazuha for a moment.
“Oh? She likes dirty talk?” Heizou smiled at both men, trying to ease the situation while struggling with his pants.
“Way more than that!” Wanderer answered with pride. “I’ll show you…” He placed his thumb against your clit and pressed it down while slowing the rhythm of his hips. “Beg for me.” He ordered in a dominant tone that made butterflies kick your stomach.
“Please! Fuck me like the horny slut I am! Please, I beg you!” You obeyed Wanderer immediately, which made his cock pulsate inside you in arousal.
Heizou’s eyebrows widened gently, pretending to be a little shocked with what he had just witnessed and Wanderer proceeded to really begin fulfilling his and your desires by slapping his hips against yours with a force and speed that was pleasurably breathtaking.
“So fucking soaked and eager to please us because of some basic degradation…” Wanderer giggled at you meanly while suddenly slapping his palm in your pussy, which made you squirm in the spot. “You can’t even be satisfied with a single cock at a time… Isn’t that right, Y/N?” He proceeded to dehumanize you from above with a big smirk in his face, which just made you smile back in satisfaction.
“Yes, yes… you’re right!” You submitted to him, trying to grind your pussy in direction of his hands to have it touched by him again.
“Wow… She’s definitely one of the most interesting women I’m ever going to fuck.” Heizou smirked while finally freeing his hard dick from its cage, more incited to have sex with you now.
You swallowed all your exhaustion down your throat when you saw Heizou’s dick getting closer and arched your head backwards with spread lips to receive Heizou’s dick inside you next while Kazuha mired it all with appreciative eyes.
“Good woman…” Heizou patted your head as he started to push in gently.
Now that your head was stuck in that angle, you realized it was going to be really hard to take in both men inside you at the same time. Wanderer bobbing your body up and down with his thrusts wasn’t allowing your head to find perfect shelter for Heizou, nor could he go too deep in you, otherwise you would definitely choke and gag multiple times. It didn’t matter that much to him, tho, he was still having fun
Meanwhile, for Kazuha, his hunger finally won him over and he started to run his hand around your body every now and then, especially in your bouncing breasts.
“So, as I was saying…” Heizou begun, rearranging his throat before continuing speaking to Kazuha and restraining his own groans. “A lot of people in the city have been reporting to my office that their homes have been invaded and some objects, like jewelry and Mora, were stolen. From the few houses I’ve visited, all the robberies seem to have been done similarly, which makes me believe all of them were done by the same guy, so I was thinking maybe you could help me tracking the culprit using your sensibility with nature and the wind.” He essayed for him while still making you gag on his cock.
You felt embarrassed to be the only one moaning and barely screaming. Wanderer was doing his best to keep his own arousal inside his throat, which was causing his nose to breathe really hardly and his eyes to be closed shut, which you thought was unfair to your situation.
“Oh? You think I’d do a good job tracking criminals? I appreciate your invitation, Detective. Where would we meet tomorrow?” Kazuha replied to Heizou, but before Heizou’s lips could vocalize anything else, Wanderer’s loud grunt and dramatic eye-rolling in boredom called both men’s attention.
“Oh my God, are you guys really going to talk about robberies and work in the middle of sex?! I’m trying to fuck a pussy here! Can I have the right to fuck her without getting turned off?!” He argued in an ironic tone while slowing down his thrusts because of the turn-off.
“Oh? You want us to take this more seriously?” Kazuha asked with a growing smirk in his face, as if he was creating an idea.
“Yeah?!” Wanderer looked back at him and responded him with an enormous irony.
“Alright then…” But what Kazuha did to obey Wanderer’s wish was absolutely not expected from any of you.
Kazuha launched himself in Wanderer’s direction, raising his arms so he could grab his face with his hands until they were centimeters away from each other and pulled him closer until his lips were against Kazuha’s.
Both yours’ Heizou’s eyes widened in shock while watching Kazuha increase the intensity of the hot kiss he was delivering to Wanderer. Wanderer, in the other hand, was so taken aback that he didn’t react for some good, awkward seconds.
And when he finally woke up back to reality, he immediately pulled away from him, even pulling away from you.
“What the fuck, dude?!” Wanderer wiped his mouth multiple times, grunting in disgust of Kazuha’s action while you, Kazuha and Heizou giggled in a low tone.
“What? I’m taking the moment seriously!” Kazuha shrugged his shoulders while kneeing in the bed again.
“Well, yeah! BUT I’M NOT GAY!” Wanderer screamed.
“Nice one, Kazuha!” Heizou cheered.
“You’re just not fun… In an orgy, we’re all supposed to have fun with each other, not just her…” Kazuha finally crawled away from him.
But he unexpectedly grabbed your waist and pulled you upwards, forcing Heizou’s glistened cock out of you too.
“All yours~.” Kazuha smiled to him while turning you to Heizou’s direction, locking your legs spread wide from each other for him as well.
“You weirdo…” You whispered to Kazuha while he pulled your chest to rest against his and used his hands to revolve the many areas of your chest with more freedom and will this time.
“Shhhh… just relax.” Kazuha whispered in your ear back while Heizou gently pushed his length inside your pussy now, causing you to moan loud in pleasure.
“Hey, that’s not fair!” Wanderer protested while guarding his dick back to his pants, crawling back in the bed quickly afterwards, trying to possibly retrieve your pussy back to him.
“You were the one who let her go…” Kazuha argued between the many kisses he started to deliver to your neck romantically .
God, Heizou and Kazuha were being so much more romantic and gentle to your body than Wanderer, it made your stomach feel even more butterflies kicking it around.
“You kissed me, man! Of course I pulled away from her, but I want her back!” Wanderer argued again, centimeters away from Kazuha again to confront him and his actions.
“With this proximity, I assume you want another one?” Kazuha winked at him, causing Wanderer to immediately step back in disgust.
“Just have a little bit of patience. I’ll be done with her soon.” Heizou joined the conversation, beginning to circle his thumbs meanly around your clit in rhythm with his sharp and slow thrusts in your g-spot, causing more cute moans to leave your mouth and your legs to shake in ecstasy.
Wanderer shrugged his shoulders and decided to cross his arms while watching the scene below him intensely only. But the way his index finger tapped his arm told you just how bad Wanderer wanted to touch and run his hands around you like Kazuha was right now or just fuck you raw.
The man was starving.
You simply stopping making any kind of force with your body, letting yourself to be fully manhandled as they wished to. You were simply having too much fun like that. To be fucked so greatly by a sexy guy while having other parts of your poetically caressed by another beautiful man’s hands and mouth was being one of the greatest pleasures you were ever feeling.
“So damn tight…” Heizou grunted, leaning closer to you just to press smooth kisses in your boobs with the help of Kazuha’s soft hands, making your head arch back in ecstasy.
Having all of your g-spots explored at the same time was turning you into an animal in heat.
“F-Faster!” You begged to Heizou, who noticeably smirked at your desperate tone, but still obeyed you with pleasure.
“What a hungry whore you found yourself to have fun with, Kazuha… I wonder how you found out about her in the first place.” Heizou stopped teasing your chest to look at Kazuha for a quick moment.
“Destiny tied us all together…” He poetically whispered in your ear in a tone that caused you to grind and clench around Heizou as a response.
“Oh, fuck…” He groaned feeling how your walls clamped around him.
His hands were pushing your legs down to the sheets, fucking you like a mating press. It was bringing Wanderer to feel so jealous… his eyes were barely blinking. He wanted to dominate you just like that so bad… but, Heizou was the one enjoying instead.
“Fuck, Kazuha, stop being such a tease!” You moaned out to Kazuha while Heizou brought you and him to have an orgasm that you two begun building before back when Wanderer was fucking you in missionary.
Kazuha giggled at your reaction like he was still a little drunk, which made it sound three times sexier. Kazuha had a really beautiful voice when alcohol was affecting him.
“Do you want me to go next, darling? I promise I won’t tease you too much.” He asked to you, using a hand to fix some threads of your sweaty, sticky hair.
“Yes, yes! Please, fuck me next!” You tried reaching your lips into his, but Kazuha decided to be mean and deny you.
“Getting rid of me, ay?” Heizou asked to you while his pace and voice became more erratic.
“It’s not like that…” You looked back at him embarrassed.
“It’s ok, I’m not a part of your fuck-group anyway… but since you’re going to abandon me soon… make sure to take every bit of me inside, ok?” Heizou raised his body again, holding your hips stuck in place so he could thrusts with more ease and precision.
“Yes, yes… fill me up..!” Your degradative words were like a switch for him because both you and Heizou immediately begun spilling both your orgasms inside you while his hips were stoned rocking against yours and you were both moaning like animals. Kazuha held you in place to make sure you wouldn’t possibly spill out a single drop of cum, smiling at the beautiful scenery he was watching. A little preview of what he was about to do with you next.
Wanderer’s cock strained hard in his pants, watching your pussy taking so much cum inside it like easy work, that he also grunted to express his pleasure.
“Fuck…” Heizou hissed while pulling out his dick from you, all creamy with both clear and white juices.
“Good job, Y/N...” Kazuha whispered in your ear while Heizou threw his head back to breathe in and out to relax himself from the exhaustion.
Kazuha quickly spun you around again and pulled you by your ankles downwards, having you laying down in the very center of the bed.
“You can have her now, Hat Guy, but I’ll be taking your favorite spot.” Kazuha ran a finger in your creamy entrance while he winked at Wanderer.
In response, Wanderer scoffed and immediately started crawling closer to your head and undoing his pants.
“P-Please, fuck me until I cum!” You begged to Kazuha, who still kept analyzing with your folds using his fingers.
“I will, darling, don’t worry.” He nodded while finally leaning his head down and using his other free hand to undo the hair tie in the back of his head.
He looked divine with his hair loose and you were so thankful that angel in front of you was going to play with your pussy. It even made you feel dirty to fuck with someone that angelical, but you knew Kazuha would think of it like that.
“Open your mouth.” Wanderer grabbed chin and forced you to look up at him.
You stuck your tongue out for his aching cock and he didn’t hesitate in pushing it inside as soon as possible. And at the same time, Kazuha launched his tongue at the deepest corners he could reach inside your pussy. You couldn’t help but try to let out a scream that was muffled by Wanderer’s cock. It made him giggle in arousal and pleasure of feeling your warm breath surround his cock so gently.
You didn’t even realize until now that Heizou was now simply standing up in the side of the bed, staring down at the scene very amused.
“Now we’re taking this moment seriously.” Kazuha murmured to Wanderer, who preferred to not engage in any more arguments.
Kazuha’s tongue got out of you and begun swirling your clit tortuously, dragging it around and bringing it to its edge of pleasure in a vicious rhythm. And before your pussy could grind and tighten around nothing, his fingertips started tickling your folds again, trying to make way inside you.
And when they successfully invaded your insides, your whole body jolted in ecstasy. Although he wasn’t fully bringing you to feel pleasure using his dick rather than his fingers, the torture of his fingers being unable to reach your favorite spots was making you melt in sadistic pleasure, especially when your mouth was being so brutally invaded by Wanderer.
“Such a predictable slut.” Wanderer pulled your hair to the back while you pleasured him, enjoying how pathetic he was making you look under him.
Your hips were absolutely locking Kazuha’s head in that perfect angle where he was provoking your clit at. It’s like he had already learned the formula to make a woman go crazy: fucking her pussy like it is more valuable than their life.
“K-Ka—” You couldn’t even gag a syllable of his name, but Kazuha was too much of a poet to ignore your voice.
“Feeling good, aren’t you?” He unattached his tongue from your clit for a moment just to purposefully tease you with his voice.
You nodded the most you could although your position didn’t help.
“But I haven’t even started it yet…” Kazuha opened the distance between his fingers inside you, scissoring them repeatedly at the most tortuous rhythm and spots ever.
Your eyes rolled back until they were barely miring stars. You couldn’t believe those fingers were making you feel better than a whole enormous dick inside you.
The way your legs shook and ground in Kazuha’s head for dear life told him that was enough to make you have an orgasm soon. All you needed was some extra cycles of those tiring movements that Kazuha was doing to your pussy.
“Use your tongue, you dirty whore. Don’t tell me you’re too destroyed to do that because of some fingers.” Wanderer looked down directly at your eyes, somehow managing to get even harder than before.
Your tongue tried its best to make way through his dick and stick itself outside your lips, serving as a soft slide for his cock to go in. You decided to also try using your top to tease the corners of his dick, causing Wanderer to throw his head back in arousal.
“Oh, yes… good fucking girl..!” He gently tapped your cheek multiple times in a praising tone, although he was smirking very meanly.
“Good girls deserve a prize, don’t you think?” Kazuha looked up to Wanderer between the many licks he was serving to your pussy.
“What do you propose?” Wanderer finally responded Kazuha without being mean.
“Let me try that thing you did earlier…” Kazuha rose his head, stopping the stimulation in your clit, but I’m exchange, used his hand holding your hip to carefully slap your pussy.
Your pussy and legs clenched around him immediately with that, along with a muffled scream that made Kazuha’s eyes immediately widen in arousal.
“Hmmm… she really does like this.” Kazuha’s mouth went back to your pussy right afterwards speaking.
“I told you! She’s a masochist! You should do it again...” Wanderer suggested.
“Let me do it, gentlemen.” Heizou’s hand ran all the way from your chest down to your crotch, centimeters away from Kazuha’s body.
His hand smacked you once very gently, trying to be easy in the beginning, which was teasing to your poor, abused cunt. And all you could was discount it on poor Kazuha, who was barely suffocating in your clit, but still kept his fingers going for your orgasm.
“So eager to be degraded…” Heizou whispered while admiring your pathetic, fucked-out face sucking off Wanderer.
“Fucking show her where she belongs.” One of Wanderer’s hands moved down to one of your breasts.
Heizou obliged with a harder smack across your pussy, causing you to groan once again.
“Taking it all so good like a real, dirty slut…” Heizou couldn’t help but make that comment to turn you on even more while he slapped you from multiple directions, in a rhythm that edged your cunt in pain every time.
Your eyes were tearing from the stimulation that finally growing into an aching bulge in your womb. With your remaining energy, you quickly moved a hand to Kazuha’s hair and pushed it down for dear life.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Kazuha asked while fingers brushed your hips, trying to show some love and worship to them between all the aggression you were having to take. “You’re warm like you have a fever...” He teased, but immediately went to the mission of precisely eating your pussy.
Your legs were squirming in the air, toes curling in anticipation for that orgasm was tensely being built in your nucleus, but unfortunately you could express little pleasure due to Wanderer’s insistence of making use of your mouth. All you could was trying to repeatedly try to grind your pussy against his tongue over and over.
“Make her cum already.” Wanderer’s eyebrows frowned in stress of waiting too long for that pleasuring view of you having an orgasm again.
“It’s coming…” Kazuha erratically increased the speed of his fingers and increase the distance between them to spread you more than you already were.
And in a second, your whole body twitched hardly with the feeling of your womb blowing your orgasm out of your body. Not even Wanderer’s cock was able to hold most of your scream, but he made sure to keep himself stuck inside you. Your back arched to an angle that managed to push your legs against Kazuha’s head, forcing even harder the wet contact he did with your clit while his fingers accepted all your orgasm coming down.
Kazuha rose his head and smiled down at the few drops of cum coming out of you, making the force you were trying to do in him look pathetic.
“My, my…” He smirked, slowly pulling out and miring his own creamy fingers. “Insatiable…” He smirked while licking his fingers and crawling away from you.
Heizou slapped your folds once now that Kazuha wasn’t in his way anymore.
“Good girl.” He praised, running a finger between your folds to get a sip of all the liquids that were dirtying your pussy.
You breathed hard, relieved with the pleasure Kazuha brought you to have. But your relaxation time was quickly cut by Wanderer slamming his dick back inside again.
“Spin around and bend over.” He ordered while pulling out from you, still holding your face to have some control of you.
Despite your exhaustion, you quietly obeyed him and got on all fours for Wanderer, who immediately pushed his cock back to your mouth. It made you gag. You weren’t expecting him to get so turned on with you being eaten out.
“Such a good whore…” Scara leaned closer to you, trying to focus his vision entirely in your head bobbing up and down around his dick in that pathetic angle.
“She really does like this kind of dirty talk…” Heizou commented from behind. “You had to see how badly her pussy just quivered with your words.” You felt Heizou crawl in the bed and placing his hands in your hips. “Let me make use of it while you finish off there or else she’ll meltdown with the pain of not being fulfilled.” You felt the tip of his dick grinding in your hole, trying to feel just how wet you were.
Heizou grunted in satisfaction when he pushed in and your body trembled in response.
“Goddamn, Kazuha… you made a real mess in here!” Heizou giggled at the feeling your pussy suffocating his dick as soon as he got in.
“Have I?” You heard Kazuha walking to Heizou’s direction while still tasting your cum.
“It’s sliding in so easily… I would’ve never guessed you were so good at eating pussies.” Heizou begun moving in and out of you.
“Why? You think you are better?” Kazuha sat by your side and laid down, admiring the view of your boobs bouncing with the pressure both men applied in you.
“Yeah, but I don’t think I’ll have time to showcase my abilities.” Heizou suddenly slapped one of your buttocks, causing you to squeak like a little mouse.
“Arch your back f’me.” He tried pushing your hips down and arch your back by himself, and you decided to help him by spreading your legs further away and leaning your body closer to his crotch.
“I’m close…” Wanderer whispered, almost breathless as he held your head in place to thrust your mouth in an erratic pace.
You closed your eyes and calmly waited for Wanderer to reach his peak while he whimpered in his own. His moans were incredibly high-pitched and teary for a man that acted so rude with anyone.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He grunted while the other guys just enjoyed the moment in their own way.
And finally, his hips slammed into yours harshly and you started to feel a string of hot cum taking space in your mouth. You had to swallow multiple times to take in all the cum that he had in stock for you.
Seems like he really looked forward to this moment, didn’t he?
“There we go…” Heizou commented while he saw Wanderer quivering with his orgasm.
Wanderer kept staring at you the entire time, his ego rising the more cum that swallowed in.
“Good girl…” He pulled out from you and tapped of your cheeks again in appreciation.
Heizou’s hand moved up to your chest and no pulled you upwards, holding you against his chest while he fucked you. Your hands simply followed his and rested on top of them. The way his breathing bitches close to yours was making you clench around him.
“Poor little Y/N…” Kazuha crawled closer to you until he was sitting right in front of you. “What has he done to you..?” He rose a hand to clean off the few spills out saliva and cum that Wanderer denied to take care off.
Wanderer, meanwhile, was jerking his dick off watching the scene, somehow still eager to mess with his cock despite the recent orgasm.
“Here, let me give you what you deserve…” Kazuha got up and held your cheeks softly, taking your lips into his smoothly.
You closed your eyes and relaxed your body, melting with Kazuha’s romanticism.
Your tongue couldn’t help but chase after his and force into a dance that he thankfully managed to comply with.
“It’s ok, Y/N, you just need to take it in one more time, okay?” Kazuha whispered between the kiss, your noses and foreheads touching each other.
“I think you should have her now.” Heizou shrugged his shoulders. “Although I’m loving this pussy, it’s a crime for you to not try it out.” Heizou pulled out from you but still held you in place. “She’s begging for you, dude.” Heizou playfully tapped on Kazuha’s shoulder while he walked away from you.
Kazuha got up quickly so he could hold you and impede you from falling in the bed.
“Oh, really? Is that true, Y/N?” Kazuha gripped in your thighs gently and pulled them closer to him, caressing them as he made that teasing question.
“Y-Yes…” You nodded while trying to throw yourself closer to him.
“Then I’ll give you what you want.” Kazuha sat down in the bed, pulling you with him.
You got the message on your own, so you quickly hopped up and landed with your entrance at his tip, slowly sliding down on him until you were sat at his crotch.
“Hummm…” He groaned, appreciating how your pussy gripped tight on his dick immediately. “You guys really turned her on, haven’t you?” Kazuha turned his face in both guys’ direction. But Wanderer sighed in stress instead.
“Just make her fucking ride you.” Wanderer stopped his slow rhythm in his dick while Heizou simply watched with crossed arms.
“Ok, ok…” Kazuha rose his hands away from your hips and laid this whole body down at the bed. “Come on, Y/N…” He looked at you with a beautiful smirk in his face that made your hips immediately turn on and begin moving like a machine.
He looked incredibly hot thrown in the bed like that, receiving pleasure instead of giving. Kazuha was also enjoying you with a lot of passion, particularly enjoying how boobs bounced every time you sat on his crotch.
Since you were setting the pace, you were sitting and grinding on him the way you desired to, meaning that all your moans were genuine sounds of pleasure instead of reactions to the sparks you were previously feeling. You were loving to have a little bit of power after having it all taken away from you. Not that you didn’t like it, but switching is always fun.
“Hummmmm…” Kazuha groaned with a satisfied smile, throwing his head aside.
You couldn’t resist your urges and leaned your body down, arching and grinding your pussy down in his dick, while your mouth immediately trailed a way in his neck.
“Oh, wow..!” Kazuha hugged your back, allowing you to continue completely. “Are you guys seeing this?” Kazuha asked like he was a little kid who just found out about something new.
“What an angle…” Heizou praised the scene you two were creating for them.
“Fuck…” Wanderer whimpered to himself as he quickened his pace, barely breaking his cock into dust with his fist.
“Come on, come on..!” You took a look under your belly, miring the mess you were making on his cock, creaming him with all the liquids that were inside your pussy.
You decided to sit in his crotch again and begin swaying your hips, trying to tease him with your gummy walls. Kazuha’s head rolled back along with a loud moan, taken aback with your initiative. Kazuha’s cock swirling around your walls while resting its tip in your cervix was surely making your head spin too.
“You look like a work of art, milady… A divinity.” Kazuha commented with that attractive, drunk face of his.
Now that he also had some pink marks in his neck from your make-out session with it, he was also looking sexy under you. If only he was naked too. But… his kimono wasn’t really tied-up anymore. It was just mostly hanging in his chest now since the temperature in the room was becoming intoxicating. Your eyes blinked in realization, and your hands quickly hunted his chest down.
You grabbed both ends of his kimono and pushed the hem away from each other like you’d die without it. His white-colored chest immediately showed up and shone with the room’s low lights.
Your pussy tightened around him immediately. Now he was also looking divin.
“Like it..?” Kazuha asked you with red cheeks in slight embarrassment.
You immediately nodded for him, causing his hands to move down to your hips and hug the gently.
“So let me cum inside you, and you’ll have the beautiful picture of my sex face, ok?” Kazuha smirked while beginning to assist your hopping.
“Yes!” You leaned down again, leaving the job of fucking entirely to him, but he fortunately took the opportunity and started thrusting his hips up and down.
After some minimum, quick thrusts, Kazuha begun bursting his cum all around you. You immediately leaned upwards to watch the man’s face and body contort with that orgasm in ecstasy.
To relax, you simply kept sat down on him, refusing to move while he kept that beautiful face of his.
You suddenly heard someone stand up from their seat.
“Well, I think we’re all exhausted, aren’t we?” He gently held you, pulling you away from Kazuha in a way that left you standing up on the ground with shaky legs. “And a little broken…” He giggled at his own pun.
“Wow… You were right about her pussy…” Kazuha sat up on the bed, looking more drunk than ever. His sleeves didn’t even stay at their original spot and fell down to his hands, leaving him shirtless, but he didn’t care about it.
“Don’t even think about it, she’s mine tonight.” Wanderer showed up in the scene while rearranging his pants with his dick back on it, pulling you from Heizou’s grip immediately.
Heizou didn’t do anything to fight his possessiveness back. He already figured out that the man had some good, unsolved issues that made him act like that.
“Why? Excited to have her on your own?” Kazuha teased him with an annoying smirk in his face.
“Don’t you guys have a case to solve?!” He avoided Kazuha’s question, making both men stare at each other in realization.
“We do have a case to solve…” Kazuha finally rose from his seat in the bed, rearranging his clothes and hair back to normal.
“Shall we?” Heizou asked, pointing to the door.
“Not before I kiss this woman goodbye…” Kazuha quickly walked to you and pulled you by your cheeks to smooch your lips playfully. “See you next time, Y/N.” He winked to you.
“Now you’re making me jealous.” Heizou quickly skipped close to you and smooched your cheeks. “Maybe we’ll see each other again!” Heizou smirked and both guys started walking away together, their conversation already beginning.
As soon as the door was closed, Wanderer sighed in stress.
“Tch, I hope he never shows up again. That Kazuha guy is already annoying enough.” Wanderer pulled your legs upwards, causing to squeak in fear of falling, but he simply held you like a princess.
“You’re too stressed…” You whispered in his ears.
“Want me to open the windows?” He asked while laying you down in the only corner of the bed that wasn’t dirty or sweaty.
You had closed them so no one would hear or see the things you and all the guys were doing in that room.
“Yes, please…” You said moving around in the bed, feeling all your sweat burning from the heat shock.
He obeyed you in silence, still with that usual grumpy face of his. Seems like making him happy was really a hard task, isn’t it..? Even when he crawled in the bed with you and covered the both of you with sheets, his face was stoic like he just had a bad day.
“Good night…” You still tried to get some real kindness out of him, but instead of replying to you with his words, he used his arms instead.
He hugged you from behind and immediately drowned his nose in your shoulder. You even tried adjusting your body to make yourself a little bit more comfortable in that position, but his hands were reminding you of tentacles thanks how strong they were holding you.
“You’re… suffocating me.” You gently whispered and he moved his hands down to your belly, but still holding you hostage in your own bed.
You sighed in relief. At least he wasn’t an asshole… or any of the men you gave yourself for this single night.
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A Third Round... and a Third Guy?!
(REQUEST #8) POV: The sexual tension between you, Wanderer and Kazuha was too much for them to ignore. Both of them were so invested in you that it was inevitable that in another coincidental reunion, all of you decided to meet again some days later in Inazuma for an orgy. What you guys didn’t expect was Detective Heizou stopping by to chat with Kazuha about a case… and deciding to join to the fun.
⚠️ WARNINGS:
— This is a smutty NSFW piece
— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns
— AU is: In-Game
— Contains: Orgy, degradation, pussy-slapping, praising and a little bit of homosexuality coming from Kazuha.
— Reading of the original post is advised
“And then, the Oratrice officially found Furina as guilty and sentenced her to death penalty.” You finished your story to Kazuha while walking through the streets of Inazuma.
“Wow… so, Fontaine doesn’t have an archon anymore?” He asked you as his answer, genuinely intrigued with your story.
“Nope.” You shook your head side-to-side. “What about you, Hat Guy? Any news about Sumeru?”
“No, everything is boring there as usual.” He shrugged his shoulders, avoiding eye contact with the both of you. “Are we close to the bar yet?” His eyes finally found courage to look back at the both of you.
“Yes. Why? Are you in a hurry~?” Kazuha asked in a flirty tone that made Wanderer trigger immediately, and you giggled about it with Kazuha.
“S-Shut up!” His cheeks flushed into a pink tone.
“Kaedehara Kazuha!” The three suddenly heard someone’s voice coming from the streets ahead of you which you didn’t recognize. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you for days!” The man had long, wine-colored hair, shiny green eyes and a weird uniform covering his body.
He was walking peacefully towards your direction with his hands in the pockets of his pants.
“Detective Heizou!” Kazuha was obviously the only one that recognized him, smiling at him while you and Wanderer shared confused looks.
“How are you doing?” He raised a hand so that Kazuha would shake it.
“I’m great! How about you?” Kazuha obliged to his gesture and politely shook his hand.
“Doing great too! And I assume these are your… friends..?” Heizou took a look at you and Wanderer.
In the matter of a blink, his eyes mired at you up and down, which made you a little embarrassed.
You were dressing a casual uniform from Fontaine but with the exception that it was slightly more suggestive and revealing than the usual just to tease Kazuha and Wanderer a little bit. Both of them eyed you the same way when you first met them in the lands of Inazuma.
“Yes! This the Great Swordswoman from Fontaine, Y/N Y/S, and you can call that dude ‘Hat Guy’!” You and Wanderer both waved at him when Kazuha introduced you and him.
“Nice to meet you!” He waved back at the both of you friendly. “Are you guys hanging out?” His attention went back to Kazuha.
“Yes, we’re going to the bar and have a drink. Would you like to join us?” Kazuha offered, but Wanderer immediately looked at him angry.
“I think you’re forgetting an important detail about our ‘hangout’, Kazuha!” Wanderer protested with a lot of irony like he was about to kill Kazuha.
“No, no, no, it’s ok!” You jumped in, trying to srop Wanderer from possibly jumping Kazuha. “Of course, he can join us!” You winked at him quickly, which made Wanderer’s eyes widen in shock with your humility and versatility.
“Oh, I apologize for interrupting you guys! I just wanted to know if Kazuha would be free tomorrow so he could help me solving a case!” Heizou raised his hands, trying to demonstrate innocence.
“Oh, I’m not so sure I’ll be free, Heizou. Maybe the day after?” Kazuha offered.
“Sure!” He shrugged his shoulders with a smile in his lips.
“So, would you like to join us for the night?” Kazuha offered again, now excited to see that you were ok with it and completely ignoring Wanderer’s discomfort.
“Kazuha, are you stu—?!”
.
Your clothes were practically ripped away by from your body by Wanderer and Heizou as soon the bedroom’s doors and windows were locked shut. You weren’t really surprised or bothered by it. Wanderer had previously described his desperation to fuck you raw to you back when you four were all drinking in the bar and Heizou had been fighting really hard to keep his hands inside his pockets this whole time.
That’s why in the matter of seconds, you were naked, thrown against the bed with legs spread and with three hungry men looking down at you from above, eager to have sex with you.
Individually… or not.
Wanderer was like a sly fox and obviously reserved his place in the line for your pussy. That’s why he was staring at you the most intensely and licking his lips like a hungry predator while preparing to make his way inside you.
“What a perfect whore… all spread-put and ready to receive some cock… You really haven’t changed a bit since our last encounter…” Wanderer ran his length up and down at your wet folds trying to lubricate himself.
“Mind if I use your head, Ms. Y/N?” You suddenly felt a heavy weight sit down by your left side, where Heizou standing previously. Since you were distracted by Wanderer’s intoxicating and beautiful dominance, you didn’t even realize he had been moving until that weight pulled you a little closer to the left angle and Heizou’s face showed up in a closer distance to yours compared to previously.
But before you could answer, Wanderer pushed himself inside you, causing a scream to beautifully escape your lips that made his cock twitch in the spot.
“Of course you can. She’s here for it.” Wanderer didn’t take long to begin moving in and out in a normal rhythm, trying to get to know it before fucking it more senselessly.
Heizou shrugged his shoulders in agreement and begun undoing his pants. While that happened, another “weight” sat at the bed, this time in your right side.
“You’re still too aggressive with her, Hat Guy…” Kazuha said while staring down at your face with concern.
“How many times will I have to tell you that she likes it like this?!” Wanderer sighed in response, sharing eye contact with Kazuha for a moment.
“Oh? She likes dirty talk?” Heizou smiled at both men, trying to ease the situation while struggling with his pants.
“Way more than that!” Wanderer answered with pride. “I’ll show you…” He placed his thumb against your clit and pressed it down while slowing the rhythm of his hips. “Beg for me.” He ordered in a dominant tone that made butterflies kick your stomach.
“Please! Fuck me like the horny slut I am! Please, I beg you!” You obeyed Wanderer immediately, which made his cock pulsate inside you in arousal.
Heizou’s eyebrows widened gently, pretending to be a little shocked with what he had just witnessed and Wanderer proceeded to really begin fulfilling his and your desires by slapping his hips against yours with a force and speed that was pleasurably breathtaking.
“So fucking soaked and eager to please us because of some basic degradation…” Wanderer giggled at you meanly while suddenly slapping his palm in your pussy, which made you squirm in the spot. “You can’t even be satisfied with a single cock at a time… Isn’t that right, Y/N?” He proceeded to dehumanize you from above with a big smirk in his face, which just made you smile back in satisfaction.
“Yes, yes… you’re right!” You submitted to him, trying to grind your pussy in direction of his hands to have it touched by him again.
“Wow… She’s definitely one of the most interesting women I’m ever going to fuck.” Heizou smirked while finally freeing his hard dick from its cage, more incited to have sex with you now.
You swallowed all your exhaustion down your throat when you saw Heizou’s dick getting closer and arched your head backwards with spread lips to receive Heizou’s dick inside you next while Kazuha mired it all with appreciative eyes.
“Good woman…” Heizou patted your head as he started to push in gently.
Now that your head was stuck in that angle, you realized it was going to be really hard to take in both men inside you at the same time. Wanderer bobbing your body up and down with his thrusts wasn’t allowing your head to find perfect shelter for Heizou, nor could he go too deep in you, otherwise you would definitely choke and gag multiple times. It didn’t matter that much to him, tho, he was still having fun
Meanwhile, for Kazuha, his hunger finally won him over and he started to run his hand around your body every now and then, especially in your bouncing breasts.
“So, as I was saying…” Heizou begun, rearranging his throat before continuing speaking to Kazuha and restraining his own groans. “A lot of people in the city have been reporting to my office that their homes have been invaded and some objects, like jewelry and Mora, were stolen. From the few houses I’ve visited, all the robberies seem to have been done similarly, which makes me believe all of them were done by the same guy, so I was thinking maybe you could help me tracking the culprit using your sensibility with nature and the wind.” He essayed for him while still making you gag on his cock.
You felt embarrassed to be the only one moaning and barely screaming. Wanderer was doing his best to keep his own arousal inside his throat, which was causing his nose to breathe really hardly and his eyes to be closed shut, which you thought was unfair to your situation.
“Oh? You think I’d do a good job tracking criminals? I appreciate your invitation, Detective. Where would we meet tomorrow?” Kazuha replied to Heizou, but before Heizou’s lips could vocalize anything else, Wanderer’s loud grunt and dramatic eye-rolling in boredom called both men’s attention.
“Oh my God, are you guys really going to talk about robberies and work in the middle of sex?! I’m trying to fuck a pussy here! Can I have the right to fuck her without getting turned off?!” He argued in an ironic tone while slowing down his thrusts because of the turn-off.
“Oh? You want us to take this more seriously?” Kazuha asked with a growing smirk in his face, as if he was creating an idea.
“Yeah?!” Wanderer looked back at him and responded him with an enormous irony.
“Alright then…” But what Kazuha did to obey Wanderer’s wish was absolutely not expected from any of you.
Kazuha launched himself in Wanderer’s direction, raising his arms so he could grab his face with his hands until they were centimeters away from each other and pulled him closer until his lips were against Kazuha’s.
Both yours’ Heizou’s eyes widened in shock while watching Kazuha increase the intensity of the hot kiss he was delivering to Wanderer. Wanderer, in the other hand, was so taken aback that he didn’t react for some good, awkward seconds.
And when he finally woke up back to reality, he immediately pulled away from him, even pulling away from you.
“What the fuck, dude?!” Wanderer wiped his mouth multiple times, grunting in disgust of Kazuha’s action while you, Kazuha and Heizou giggled in a low tone.
“What? I’m taking the moment seriously!” Kazuha shrugged his shoulders while kneeing in the bed again.
“Well, yeah! BUT I’M NOT GAY!” Wanderer screamed.
“Nice one, Kazuha!” Heizou cheered.
“You’re just not fun… In an orgy, we’re all supposed to have fun with each other, not just her…” Kazuha finally crawled away from him.
But he unexpectedly grabbed your waist and pulled you upwards, forcing Heizou’s glistened cock out of you too.
“All yours~.” Kazuha smiled to him while turning you to Heizou’s direction, locking your legs spread wide from each other for him as well.
“You weirdo…” You whispered to Kazuha while he pulled your chest to rest against his and used his hands to revolve the many areas of your chest with more freedom and will this time.
“Shhhh… just relax.” Kazuha whispered in your ear back while Heizou gently pushed his length inside your pussy now, causing you to moan loud in pleasure.
“Hey, that’s not fair!” Wanderer protested while guarding his dick back to his pants, crawling back in the bed quickly afterwards, trying to possibly retrieve your pussy back to him.
“You were the one who let her go…” Kazuha argued between the many kisses he started to deliver to your neck romantically .
God, Heizou and Kazuha were being so much more romantic and gentle to your body than Wanderer, it made your stomach feel even more butterflies kicking it around.
“You kissed me, man! Of course I pulled away from her, but I want her back!” Wanderer argued again, centimeters away from Kazuha again to confront him and his actions.
“With this proximity, I assume you want another one?” Kazuha winked at him, causing Wanderer to immediately step back in disgust.
“Just have a little bit of patience. I’ll be done with her soon.” Heizou joined the conversation, beginning to circle his thumbs meanly around your clit in rhythm with his sharp and slow thrusts in your g-spot, causing more cute moans to leave your mouth and your legs to shake in ecstasy.
Wanderer shrugged his shoulders and decided to cross his arms while watching the scene below him intensely only. But the way his index finger tapped his arm told you just how bad Wanderer wanted to touch and run his hands around you like Kazuha was right now or just fuck you raw.
The man was starving.
You simply stopping making any kind of force with your body, letting yourself to be fully manhandled as they wished to. You were simply having too much fun like that. To be fucked so greatly by a sexy guy while having other parts of your poetically caressed by another beautiful man’s hands and mouth was being one of the greatest pleasures you were ever feeling.
“So damn tight…” Heizou grunted, leaning closer to you just to press smooth kisses in your boobs with the help of Kazuha’s soft hands, making your head arch back in ecstasy.
Having all of your g-spots explored at the same time was turning you into an animal in heat.
“F-Faster!” You begged to Heizou, who noticeably smirked at your desperate tone, but still obeyed you with pleasure.
“What a hungry whore you found yourself to have fun with, Kazuha… I wonder how you found out about her in the first place.” Heizou stopped teasing your chest to look at Kazuha for a quick moment.
“Destiny tied us all together…” He poetically whispered in your ear in a tone that caused you to grind and clench around Heizou as a response.
“Oh, fuck…” He groaned feeling how your walls clamped around him.
His hands were pushing your legs down to the sheets, fucking you like a mating press. It was bringing Wanderer to feel so jealous… his eyes were barely blinking. He wanted to dominate you just like that so bad… but, Heizou was the one enjoying instead.
“Fuck, Kazuha, stop being such a tease!” You moaned out to Kazuha while Heizou brought you and him to have an orgasm that you two begun building before back when Wanderer was fucking you in missionary.
Kazuha giggled at your reaction like he was still a little drunk, which made it sound three times sexier. Kazuha had a really beautiful voice when alcohol was affecting him.
“Do you want me to go next, darling? I promise I won’t tease you too much.” He asked to you, using a hand to fix some threads of your sweaty, sticky hair.
“Yes, yes! Please, fuck me next!” You tried reaching your lips into his, but Kazuha decided to be mean and deny you.
“Getting rid of me, ay?” Heizou asked to you while his pace and voice became more erratic.
“It’s not like that…” You looked back at him embarrassed.
“It’s ok, I’m not a part of your fuck-group anyway… but since you’re going to abandon me soon… make sure to take every bit of me inside, ok?” Heizou raised his body again, holding your hips stuck in place so he could thrusts with more ease and precision.
“Yes, yes… fill me up..!” Your degradative words were like a switch for him because both you and Heizou immediately begun spilling both your orgasms inside you while his hips were stoned rocking against yours and you were both moaning like animals. Kazuha held you in place to make sure you wouldn’t possibly spill out a single drop of cum, smiling at the beautiful scenery he was watching. A little preview of what he was about to do with you next.
Wanderer’s cock strained hard in his pants, watching your pussy taking so much cum inside it like easy work, that he also grunted to express his pleasure.
“Fuck…” Heizou hissed while pulling out his dick from you, all creamy with both clear and white juices.
“Good job, Y/N...” Kazuha whispered in your ear while Heizou threw his head back to breathe in and out to relax himself from the exhaustion.
Kazuha quickly spun you around again and pulled you by your ankles downwards, having you laying down in the very center of the bed.
“You can have her now, Hat Guy, but I’ll be taking your favorite spot.” Kazuha ran a finger in your creamy entrance while he winked at Wanderer.
In response, Wanderer scoffed and immediately started crawling closer to your head and undoing his pants.
“P-Please, fuck me until I cum!” You begged to Kazuha, who still kept analyzing with your folds using his fingers.
“I will, darling, don’t worry.” He nodded while finally leaning his head down and using his other free hand to undo the hair tie in the back of his head.
He looked divine with his hair loose and you were so thankful that angel in front of you was going to play with your pussy. It even made you feel dirty to fuck with someone that angelical, but you knew Kazuha would think of it like that.
“Open your mouth.” Wanderer grabbed chin and forced you to look up at him.
You stuck your tongue out for his aching cock and he didn’t hesitate in pushing it inside as soon as possible. And at the same time, Kazuha launched his tongue at the deepest corners he could reach inside your pussy. You couldn’t help but try to let out a scream that was muffled by Wanderer’s cock. It made him giggle in arousal and pleasure of feeling your warm breath surround his cock so gently.
You didn’t even realize until now that Heizou was now simply standing up in the side of the bed, staring down at the scene very amused.
“Now we’re taking this moment seriously.” Kazuha murmured to Wanderer, who preferred to not engage in any more arguments.
Kazuha’s tongue got out of you and begun swirling your clit tortuously, dragging it around and bringing it to its edge of pleasure in a vicious rhythm. And before your pussy could grind and tighten around nothing, his fingertips started tickling your folds again, trying to make way inside you.
And when they successfully invaded your insides, your whole body jolted in ecstasy. Although he wasn’t fully bringing you to feel pleasure using his dick rather than his fingers, the torture of his fingers being unable to reach your favorite spots was making you melt in sadistic pleasure, especially when your mouth was being so brutally invaded by Wanderer.
“Such a predictable slut.” Wanderer pulled your hair to the back while you pleasured him, enjoying how pathetic he was making you look under him.
Your hips were absolutely locking Kazuha’s head in that perfect angle where he was provoking your clit at. It’s like he had already learned the formula to make a woman go crazy: fucking her pussy like it is more valuable than their life.
“K-Ka—” You couldn’t even gag a syllable of his name, but Kazuha was too much of a poet to ignore your voice.
“Feeling good, aren’t you?” He unattached his tongue from your clit for a moment just to purposefully tease you with his voice.
You nodded the most you could although your position didn’t help.
“But I haven’t even started it yet…” Kazuha opened the distance between his fingers inside you, scissoring them repeatedly at the most tortuous rhythm and spots ever.
Your eyes rolled back until they were barely miring stars. You couldn’t believe those fingers were making you feel better than a whole enormous dick inside you.
The way your legs shook and ground in Kazuha’s head for dear life told him that was enough to make you have an orgasm soon. All you needed was some extra cycles of those tiring movements that Kazuha was doing to your pussy.
“Use your tongue, you dirty whore. Don’t tell me you’re too destroyed to do that because of some fingers.” Wanderer looked down directly at your eyes, somehow managing to get even harder than before.
Your tongue tried its best to make way through his dick and stick itself outside your lips, serving as a soft slide for his cock to go in. You decided to also try using your top to tease the corners of his dick, causing Wanderer to throw his head back in arousal.
“Oh, yes… good fucking girl..!” He gently tapped your cheek multiple times in a praising tone, although he was smirking very meanly.
“Good girls deserve a prize, don’t you think?” Kazuha looked up to Wanderer between the many licks he was serving to your pussy.
“What do you propose?” Wanderer finally responded Kazuha without being mean.
“Let me try that thing you did earlier…” Kazuha rose his head, stopping the stimulation in your clit, but I’m exchange, used his hand holding your hip to carefully slap your pussy.
Your pussy and legs clenched around him immediately with that, along with a muffled scream that made Kazuha’s eyes immediately widen in arousal.
“Hmmm… she really does like this.” Kazuha’s mouth went back to your pussy right afterwards speaking.
“I told you! She’s a masochist! You should do it again...” Wanderer suggested.
“Let me do it, gentlemen.” Heizou’s hand ran all the way from your chest down to your crotch, centimeters away from Kazuha’s body.
His hand smacked you once very gently, trying to be easy in the beginning, which was teasing to your poor, abused cunt. And all you could was discount it on poor Kazuha, who was barely suffocating in your clit, but still kept his fingers going for your orgasm.
“So eager to be degraded…” Heizou whispered while admiring your pathetic, fucked-out face sucking off Wanderer.
“Fucking show her where she belongs.” One of Wanderer’s hands moved down to one of your breasts.
Heizou obliged with a harder smack across your pussy, causing you to groan once again.
“Taking it all so good like a real, dirty slut…” Heizou couldn’t help but make that comment to turn you on even more while he slapped you from multiple directions, in a rhythm that edged your cunt in pain every time.
Your eyes were tearing from the stimulation that finally growing into an aching bulge in your womb. With your remaining energy, you quickly moved a hand to Kazuha’s hair and pushed it down for dear life.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Kazuha asked while fingers brushed your hips, trying to show some love and worship to them between all the aggression you were having to take. “You’re warm like you have a fever...” He teased, but immediately went to the mission of precisely eating your pussy.
Your legs were squirming in the air, toes curling in anticipation for that orgasm was tensely being built in your nucleus, but unfortunately you could express little pleasure due to Wanderer’s insistence of making use of your mouth. All you could was trying to repeatedly try to grind your pussy against his tongue over and over.
“Make her cum already.” Wanderer’s eyebrows frowned in stress of waiting too long for that pleasuring view of you having an orgasm again.
“It’s coming…” Kazuha erratically increased the speed of his fingers and increase the distance between them to spread you more than you already were.
And in a second, your whole body twitched hardly with the feeling of your womb blowing your orgasm out of your body. Not even Wanderer’s cock was able to hold most of your scream, but he made sure to keep himself stuck inside you. Your back arched to an angle that managed to push your legs against Kazuha’s head, forcing even harder the wet contact he did with your clit while his fingers accepted all your orgasm coming down.
Kazuha rose his head and smiled down at the few drops of cum coming out of you, making the force you were trying to do in him look pathetic.
“My, my…” He smirked, slowly pulling out and miring his own creamy fingers. “Insatiable…” He smirked while licking his fingers and crawling away from you.
Heizou slapped your folds once now that Kazuha wasn’t in his way anymore.
“Good girl.” He praised, running a finger between your folds to get a sip of all the liquids that were dirtying your pussy.
You breathed hard, relieved with the pleasure Kazuha brought you to have. But your relaxation time was quickly cut by Wanderer slamming his dick back inside again.
“Spin around and bend over.” He ordered while pulling out from you, still holding your face to have some control of you.
Despite your exhaustion, you quietly obeyed him and got on all fours for Wanderer, who immediately pushed his cock back to your mouth. It made you gag. You weren’t expecting him to get so turned on with you being eaten out.
“Such a good whore…” Scara leaned closer to you, trying to focus his vision entirely in your head bobbing up and down around his dick in that pathetic angle.
“She really does like this kind of dirty talk…” Heizou commented from behind. “You had to see how badly her pussy just quivered with your words.” You felt Heizou crawl in the bed and placing his hands in your hips. “Let me make use of it while you finish off there or else she’ll meltdown with the pain of not being fulfilled.” You felt the tip of his dick grinding in your hole, trying to feel just how wet you were.
Heizou grunted in satisfaction when he pushed in and your body trembled in response.
“Goddamn, Kazuha… you made a real mess in here!” Heizou giggled at the feeling your pussy suffocating his dick as soon as he got in.
“Have I?” You heard Kazuha walking to Heizou’s direction while still tasting your cum.
“It’s sliding in so easily… I would’ve never guessed you were so good at eating pussies.” Heizou begun moving in and out of you.
“Why? You think you are better?” Kazuha sat by your side and laid down, admiring the view of your boobs bouncing with the pressure both men applied in you.
“Yeah, but I don’t think I’ll have time to showcase my abilities.” Heizou suddenly slapped one of your buttocks, causing you to squeak like a little mouse.
“Arch your back f’me.” He tried pushing your hips down and arch your back by himself, and you decided to help him by spreading your legs further away and leaning your body closer to his crotch.
“I’m close…” Wanderer whispered, almost breathless as he held your head in place to thrust your mouth in an erratic pace.
You closed your eyes and calmly waited for Wanderer to reach his peak while he whimpered in his own. His moans were incredibly high-pitched and teary for a man that acted so rude with anyone.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He grunted while the other guys just enjoyed the moment in their own way.
And finally, his hips slammed into yours harshly and you started to feel a string of hot cum taking space in your mouth. You had to swallow multiple times to take in all the cum that he had in stock for you.
Seems like he really looked forward to this moment, didn’t he?
“There we go…” Heizou commented while he saw Wanderer quivering with his orgasm.
Wanderer kept staring at you the entire time, his ego rising the more cum that swallowed in.
“Good girl…” He pulled out from you and tapped of your cheeks again in appreciation.
Heizou’s hand moved up to your chest and no pulled you upwards, holding you against his chest while he fucked you. Your hands simply followed his and rested on top of them. The way his breathing bitches close to yours was making you clench around him.
“Poor little Y/N…” Kazuha crawled closer to you until he was sitting right in front of you. “What has he done to you..?” He rose a hand to clean off the few spills out saliva and cum that Wanderer denied to take care off.
Wanderer, meanwhile, was jerking his dick off watching the scene, somehow still eager to mess with his cock despite the recent orgasm.
“Here, let me give you what you deserve…” Kazuha got up and held your cheeks softly, taking your lips into his smoothly.
You closed your eyes and relaxed your body, melting with Kazuha’s romanticism.
Your tongue couldn’t help but chase after his and force into a dance that he thankfully managed to comply with.
“It’s ok, Y/N, you just need to take it in one more time, okay?” Kazuha whispered between the kiss, your noses and foreheads touching each other.
“I think you should have her now.” Heizou shrugged his shoulders. “Although I’m loving this pussy, it’s a crime for you to not try it out.” Heizou pulled out from you but still held you in place. “She’s begging for you, dude.” Heizou playfully tapped on Kazuha’s shoulder while he walked away from you.
Kazuha got up quickly so he could hold you and impede you from falling in the bed.
“Oh, really? Is that true, Y/N?” Kazuha gripped in your thighs gently and pulled them closer to him, caressing them as he made that teasing question.
“Y-Yes…” You nodded while trying to throw yourself closer to him.
“Then I’ll give you what you want.” Kazuha sat down in the bed, pulling you with him.
You got the message on your own, so you quickly hopped up and landed with your entrance at his tip, slowly sliding down on him until you were sat at his crotch.
“Hummm…” He groaned, appreciating how your pussy gripped tight on his dick immediately. “You guys really turned her on, haven’t you?” Kazuha turned his face in both guys’ direction. But Wanderer sighed in stress instead.
“Just make her fucking ride you.” Wanderer stopped his slow rhythm in his dick while Heizou simply watched with crossed arms.
“Ok, ok…” Kazuha rose his hands away from your hips and laid this whole body down at the bed. “Come on, Y/N…” He looked at you with a beautiful smirk in his face that made your hips immediately turn on and begin moving like a machine.
He looked incredibly hot thrown in the bed like that, receiving pleasure instead of giving. Kazuha was also enjoying you with a lot of passion, particularly enjoying how boobs bounced every time you sat on his crotch.
Since you were setting the pace, you were sitting and grinding on him the way you desired to, meaning that all your moans were genuine sounds of pleasure instead of reactions to the sparks you were previously feeling. You were loving to have a little bit of power after having it all taken away from you. Not that you didn’t like it, but switching is always fun.
“Hummmmm…” Kazuha groaned with a satisfied smile, throwing his head aside.
You couldn’t resist your urges and leaned your body down, arching and grinding your pussy down in his dick, while your mouth immediately trailed a way in his neck.
“Oh, wow..!” Kazuha hugged your back, allowing you to continue completely. “Are you guys seeing this?” Kazuha asked like he was a little kid who just found out about something new.
“What an angle…” Heizou praised the scene you two were creating for them.
“Fuck…” Wanderer whimpered to himself as he quickened his pace, barely breaking his cock into dust with his fist.
“Come on, come on..!” You took a look under your belly, miring the mess you were making on his cock, creaming him with all the liquids that were inside your pussy.
You decided to sit in his crotch again and begin swaying your hips, trying to tease him with your gummy walls. Kazuha’s head rolled back along with a loud moan, taken aback with your initiative. Kazuha’s cock swirling around your walls while resting its tip in your cervix was surely making your head spin too.
“You look like a work of art, milady… A divinity.” Kazuha commented with that attractive, drunk face of his.
Now that he also had some pink marks in his neck from your make-out session with it, he was also looking sexy under you. If only he was naked too. But… his kimono wasn’t really tied-up anymore. It was just mostly hanging in his chest now since the temperature in the room was becoming intoxicating. Your eyes blinked in realization, and your hands quickly hunted his chest down.
You grabbed both ends of his kimono and pushed the hem away from each other like you’d die without it. His white-colored chest immediately showed up and shone with the room’s low lights.
Your pussy tightened around him immediately. Now he was also looking divin.
“Like it..?” Kazuha asked you with red cheeks in slight embarrassment.
You immediately nodded for him, causing his hands to move down to your hips and hug the gently.
“So let me cum inside you, and you’ll have the beautiful picture of my sex face, ok?” Kazuha smirked while beginning to assist your hopping.
“Yes!” You leaned down again, leaving the job of fucking entirely to him, but he fortunately took the opportunity and started thrusting his hips up and down.
After some minimum, quick thrusts, Kazuha begun bursting his cum all around you. You immediately leaned upwards to watch the man’s face and body contort with that orgasm in ecstasy.
To relax, you simply kept sat down on him, refusing to move while he kept that beautiful face of his.
You suddenly heard someone stand up from their seat.
“Well, I think we’re all exhausted, aren’t we?” He gently held you, pulling you away from Kazuha in a way that left you standing up on the ground with shaky legs. “And a little broken…” He giggled at his own pun.
“Wow… You were right about her pussy…” Kazuha sat up on the bed, looking more drunk than ever. His sleeves didn’t even stay at their original spot and fell down to his hands, leaving him shirtless, but he didn’t care about it.
“Don’t even think about it, she’s mine tonight.” Wanderer showed up in the scene while rearranging his pants with his dick back on it, pulling you from Heizou’s grip immediately.
Heizou didn’t do anything to fight his possessiveness back. He already figured out that the man had some good, unsolved issues that made him act like that.
“Why? Excited to have her on your own?” Kazuha teased him with an annoying smirk in his face.
“Don’t you guys have a case to solve?!” He avoided Kazuha’s question, making both men stare at each other in realization.
“We do have a case to solve…” Kazuha finally rose from his seat in the bed, rearranging his clothes and hair back to normal.
“Shall we?” Heizou asked, pointing to the door.
“Not before I kiss this woman goodbye…” Kazuha quickly walked to you and pulled you by your cheeks to smooch your lips playfully. “See you next time, Y/N.” He winked to you.
“Now you’re making me jealous.” Heizou quickly skipped close to you and smooched your cheeks. “Maybe we’ll see each other again!” Heizou smirked and both guys started walking away together, their conversation already beginning.
As soon as the door was closed, Wanderer sighed in stress.
“Tch, I hope he never shows up again. That Kazuha guy is already annoying enough.” Wanderer pulled your legs upwards, causing to squeak in fear of falling, but he simply held you like a princess.
“You’re too stressed…” You whispered in his ears.
“Want me to open the windows?” He asked while laying you down in the only corner of the bed that wasn’t dirty or sweaty.
You had closed them so no one would hear or see the things you and all the guys were doing in that room.
“Yes, please…” You said moving around in the bed, feeling all your sweat burning from the heat shock.
He obeyed you in silence, still with that usual grumpy face of his. Seems like making him happy was really a hard task, isn’t it..? Even when he crawled in the bed with you and covered the both of you with sheets, his face was stoic like he just had a bad day.
“Good night…” You still tried to get some real kindness out of him, but instead of replying to you with his words, he used his arms instead.
He hugged you from behind and immediately drowned his nose in your shoulder. You even tried adjusting your body to make yourself a little bit more comfortable in that position, but his hands were reminding you of tentacles thanks how strong they were holding you.
“You’re… suffocating me.” You gently whispered and he moved his hands down to your belly, but still holding you hostage in your own bed.
You sighed in relief. At least he wasn’t an asshole… or any of the men you gave yourself for this single night.
my husband suddenly became love"sick"?! ft. phainon
basically regressor au bc he lowkey fumbled in the past lifetime (and you died) so he pulled the uno reverse card and highkey turned back the time (pt3)
the concept of rantaro’s necklace dangling in your face as he fucks you. the concept of rantaro’s cold metal rings making you shiver as his hands roam over your body, ranging your neck to your thighs. hmmmmmmmm.
Cw: Heavy dub con, stuck in a wall, suspended fucking(kinda), reader becomes a glory hole basically.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You wiggle your shoulders, but it's useless. Your arms don't budge an inch, and neither does the rest of your body, flinching away from the flashlight that Kyle shines in your face. "I'm stuck." You finally acknowledged, hearing Simon's confusion behind you when you stopped moving.
The safe house you were staying in was definitely not the nicest one, but it had a lot of things to explore. With nothing to do and extraction delayed by two more days, you suggested poking around the basement.
You'd underestimated just how tight the crawlspace you had discovered would be getting a false sense of security when Kyle had slid through with minimal wiggling. Then again, he hadn't put his hands by his sides to slip into the space, and now you'd lodged yourself perfectly into the wall.
"You're stuck!? Seriously?" Kyle grins at you in disbelief, Simon playfully kicking one of your feet that now dangled above ground.
"Way to go, Sargeant. Got yourself lodged in a wall." He grumbles, his hands securing a grip to your hips and pulling you back a little.
You hiss in pain, your shoulders refusing to slide back the way they came and being pulled hard against the wood. "Ah, shit try pushing me forward!" You call back, squeaking in pain when he does, and it barely moves you further into the hole. "Dammit, it's not working. Can we cut the wall a little?" You suggest Simon's hands giving your hips a firm squeeze.
"We could, but maybe we'll wait a second." Kyle hums thoughtfully, leaning into your face. "Remember when you talked about wanting to be used like a toy?"
Your eyes widen, briefly wondering if they somehow planned for this to happen as Kyle's grin grows wider. You wriggle nervously, feeling Simon's hands easily undoing your belt and pants.
"Wait, guys! Can't you cut me out first!?" You plea, kicking your legs a little as you try to touch solid ground.
"Where's the fun in that, love?" Simon calls to you, yanking down your pants and underwear, letting them pool around your ankles. "You can't really go anywhere, anyway. Settle down." He orders, and you whimper quietly as you watch Kyle undo his pants, pulling them and his boxers mid thigh.
"Open up, baby. You're going to be here a while." Kyle coos down at you, gripping your hair so he can hold your head in place. You obediently open your mouth, eyes widening again when Kyle thrusts all the way into your mouth and down your throat. You silently thank Price for ruining your gag reflex with hours of cock warming. Kyle chuckles as you look up at him desperately, your eyes clenching shut when Simon firmly presses two fingers deep inside you.
"Fuck, aren't you eager... Taking my fingers so well." Simon praises, all while he pumps his fingers roughly inside you. You whine around Kyle's cock, tears forming in your eyes when his grip tightens on your hair. Simon spits on your hole, using that as extra lube when he pushes his fingers back inside you. He can hear the muffled sounds of Kyle fucking your throat, the younger man groaning in satisfaction.
Kyle pulls himself out of your mouth, rubbing the head of his cock on your out stretched tongue. "You look so pretty like this, pet." Kyle coos lovingly while keeping a tight cruel grip on your hair. "Just so perfect, nothing but a little toy." He whispers, pulling himself out of your mouth and turning your head to your right.
"You're gonna take my cock, aren't you? I think we should get some stocks for you back at base. Make you just a hole to fuck.." Simon wonders out loud, noting the way you clench around his fingers. "Of course you like the idea of that." Simon chuckles and pulls his fingers out.
There was a doorway that lead into the room Kyle stood in. There had been no reason for him or you to crawl through the hole in the wall. They had planned this.
You look back up at Kyle in shock. You were about to confront him or tell him off you weren't sure, when he shoves his cock back down your throat. Your eyes flood with tears, feeling Simon thrust halfway inside you before dragging his cock out painfully slow.
When he was almost fully pulled out, he thrusts fully inside, stretching you open around him in one quick motion. You babble weakly around Kyle's cock, begging uselessly for Simon to be gentle. They had you exactly where they wanted you. You'd only ever heard of spit roasting. A joke Johnny had made to you once about what he liked to do if he had a three some.
Now, you're helpless to stop what's being given to you, being full to the brim and not knowing when it's going to stop. Kyle's hips stutter slightly before he presses so deep down your throat that your nose is pressed into skin. He cums down your throat, watching the tears dripping down your cheeks as you swallow every last drop. He pulls out, kissing your forehead before finally releasing your hair.
Simon isn't far behind, pressing his weight into your ass as he cums deep inside you. You shudder, eyes rolling slightly at the feeling of his cock grinding the sweet spot inside you. He eventually pulls out, making you whimper at the empty feeling and cum dribbling down your legs. Kyle walks away from you and out of the door of the room you're in, leaving your front half suspended in the empty darkness. Your throat feels too sore to speak yet, hoping that Simon and Kyle are discussing a plan to get you out of the wall.
"Cap and Johnny are going to be here soon. They told Nik to delay once we told them about this perfect little hole in the wall." Kyle's voice is slightly muffled on the other side of the wall. You feel a sold sharpie tip press against your now exposed ass cheek, two lines carefully being tallied. "Don't worry. I'm sure we'll find a way to get you out before we leave."
You wriggle a little at that, kicking now restricted by the jeans still stuck around your ankles. Simon had never taken off your boots, and you can feel Kyle messing with the laces. Before long, your boots are tied together, and it's almost impossible to kick your legs back from this angle.
"Good thinking, Kyle. Can't have our new toy wiggling around and hurting itself, can we?" Simon chuckles, spanking you ass hard. "We'll be back in a little bit... not like you'll know who it is, though." He chuckles, and you hear them walking away, their heavy foot falls creaking up the stairs until the basement door closes. You're left in the dark, cum dribbling down your inner thighs, waiting for whoever would come down and fuck you next.
When this whole thing was over, you knew it would only be a matter of time before Simon made good on the promise of stocks just for you.
📝: black!fem reader, free use, noncon, dub-con, fourth wall break (you’ll see lmao), sonmophilia, squirting, heavy breeding +pregnancy mentions, degradation, calls reader bitch and slut, mentions of anal, slight aftercare
wc: 1.9K
if y’all want me to continue this, lmk. It may become a series.
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roommate!eren truly was, by all definitions, your best friend. practically attached at the hip and always hanging out..the two of you first crossed paths when he placed an ad online, looking for someone to split the rent with and upon meeting you, the choice was easy. roommate!eren, who worked in IT and mostly remote, spent most of his time in the space you two shared so it was always spotless when you got home. You’d often find him standing over the stove, making something delicious so that you never had to worry about going to some shitty fast food place…honestly feeling more like a boyfriend with how spoiled he had you. “How was your day, gorgeous? Here, come talk to me, I want to hear all about it.” even allowing you to rest your sore feet on his lap as he massaged them. it never really dawned on you at first but as time went on, roommate!eren slowly became much more than that. It began with sweet gestures such as cooking for you or doing your laundry, even going as far as telling you not to worry about your share of the rent for a couple months because he wanted you to ‘do something nice for yourself’. “Eren, that is not what we agreed upon. I cannot let you pay the rent by yourself, that’s not fair at all.” “I already told you, it’s fine. Consider it an early birthday gift or something.”
but roommate!eren was reaping his rewards in more ways than one…one night as you lie sleeping on the couch, flat on your stomach and exhausted from a long day, you’d be awoken to the tender touch of warm hands caressing the backs of your thighs. Eventually, you’d feel those fingertips creeping up to the center where your panties were peeking out from underneath your work skirt. You’d feel a gentle rub before hearing the sound of sucking teeth and a moan accompanying it. “You’re so wet, baby..fuck. And all for me..” you were halfway conscious but you were aware of what was going on..yet, all you could do is lie there and allow those digits to massage your aching slit. Shutting your eyes, you’d feel the cool air hit your warmth when he peeled them back and shoved one inside..working you over whilst you slept.
“So fucking tight, princess..but I know you can take all of this dick. You’re going to make me fit..” the words barely above a whisper but you heard every last one. Every rambling coming from that familiar voice behind you only grew more lewd as those fingertips went deeper and sped up. Talking about how he wanted to fill you with his cum and watch it drip out as you lie there..how full and cute you’d look if you were pregnant. From how he wished to see you awake just so he could fuck you back unconscious. The sounds of your dripping hole being played with was about to drive him insane and eventually…neither of you could take it!
“I need to fuck you..need to feel this wet lil’ pussy on me so bad, baby.” Almost desperate in a way. Seconds later, (y/n) felt the aching head of a cock throbbing against your entrance; running up and down your clit before very carefully slipping in. “Oh shiiit..you feel even better than I expected, baby. Why’d you keep it from me for so long?” That deep yet whiny voice and thick cock belonged to none other than roommate!eren! Who had mounted you right there in the living room, fucking you prome into the couch. With a hand planted in the center of your back, he’d continue feeding you deep strokes, alternating between fast and slow, hard and gentle..all the while watching the recoil of your backside against his pelvis.
“Look at this fat ass..bouncing on my fucking dick. Oh God, it’s so perfect. I can’t wait to use it too..maybe I’ll slip a plug in you next time.” Those words elicited a much deserved twitch around his shaft and no longer could you pretend. “You really got tight when I said that shit. I knew you were a freak but damn, baby..” chuckling to himself. You’d slowly raise your head with a slight yawn and moan..before turning around and faintly glaring at him. “Erennn..what the fuck—“ “Hey gorgeous, about time you stopped pretending. Enjoy your nap?”
because deep down, roommate!eren knew the truth about you..and all of the dirty, filthy and dark secrets you were keeping. Including the twitter page and blog where you anonymously posted all about him and the depraved things you wanted him to do. Saying things like ‘my roommate is so fucking fine. Just want this man to use me.’ ‘He cooked for me again today, rubbed my feet and ran my bath before I got home..I’m ready to have this man’s baby.’ ‘Saw him coming back up from the gym this morning before I left and had to get myself off when I got to work’ ‘I rub my pussy every night thinking about him. Wishing he’d come in here and pound me.’ Even calling him daddy. It was entirely different from the bashful, nerdy office worker that he knew!
but it was one..or several that stood out to him the most. A series that inspired this whole little exchange..the ones where you were begging for him to use you anytime he wanted! You didn’t care if you were asleep, awake, tired or alert..you wanted him to have full possession of your body. ‘forced to work, born to be his little free use toy that gets dumped with cum whenever he feels like it and twice on his bad days :(’ ‘I just want to lie on the couch one night, pretending to be sleep as he fucks me..’ ‘I love watching him work at his desk. He’s so cute with his glasses on and his hair tied back. I want to sit on his lap and let his dick stay inside of me the entire time.’ ‘he’s worked so hard today, he deserves my throat as a reward.’ There was so much evidence and roommate!eren heard your virtual cries loud and clear.
“Aww, baby. It’s okay. If this was what you wanted, all you had to do was ask. You know I’ll give you the world.” Flashing a toothy grin as he pinned your arms behind your back..beads of sweat and strands of hair plastered to his forehead as he continued pounding you into the cushions. “All this time and you’re still so shy around me…but damn, do I love my job. You can find out all sorts of things. Like that my beautiful roommate wants me to use her like a little slut..” leaning down to utter the last sentence in your ear before feeding a sharp slap to the ass. Alluding to the fact he could easily access your socials and anything else he wanted with his extensive skill set.
unbeknownst to you, he felt the same..often finding himself at his desk, stroking his cock to the thought of you; how hot you looked in all your tight office attire, how pretty you looked wrapping your hair up in that bonnet at night with a bare face and how the sunlight hit your skin on a summer day, and the sway of your ass in that dress that clings to your curvy frame just right…finding himself choking his shaft between the clutches of his knuckles as he imagined it was that warm cunt squeezing him. Even going as far as to place a pair of your panties around himself and jerk until he exploded onto the seat of them. But it was a fairy tale no more..he was making all of yours..and his sick fantasies come true!
“That’s right, bitch. Moan for me..let me know how good I’m fucking you. C’mon..louder.” Reaching around to grasp your throat, he’d tug your head up so that he could make eye contact as he drilled your insides.
“Ughh! Fuuuck—please, use me. Make me come.” Those pleas sound awfully desperate and pathetic. Even so, roommate!eren craved more. He wanted to tap into the most depraved parts of you and bring them to the surface. “That’s more like it. No more of that innocent shit with me. From now on, you’re my slut to use..just my hole. I don’t give a fuck if you’re sleeping, too tired..I’m gonna nut in this pussy.. whenever I feel like it because you begged for it.” Continuously rambling on as those smacking sounds and guttural moans of his grew louder. “Y-yes daddy. All yours..your fucking whore.” At one point, he was almost animalistic..a sign that he was extremely close. You lacked the restraint for that however. Gripping the cushions in front of you whilst streams of your juices leaked underneath you. “That’s it. Squirt on that dick, bitch. How'd you know that’s my favorite?” Tears pooling down your face when you felt him slip a thumb into your puckering asshole. Just to make matters worse, that same hand gripping your throat would soon fish hook into your jaw and pull it open.
“Look at you..all mine. Got me playing in all your pretty holes. Tell you what..since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll let you choose where you get my cum. Sounds good?” And it was a no brainer if you’d ever heard one. You couldn’t get it out fast enough that you wanted him to fill your pussy to the brim. “Aw, you really do want my babies..sure thing, princess—“ in one final move, roommate!eren pinned you to the sofa; a clump of your newly done hair in his hand as that orgasm ripped through his body..surging out in the form of hot, cream colored ropes of seed spilling into your womb. You were both left a shaking, disgusting mess. Wet and drenched in each other’s bodily fluids. He couldn’t help but to reward you for a job well done with a sloppy kiss so he’d shove that tongue deep between your jaws and moan as your lips locked. Reveling in the fucked out glow on your face.
“There’s my baby..hey, are you alright? How are you feeling?” Swiping your tears of pure bliss away with his thumb. “I’m..the happiest I’ve ever been.” And that was a given. Once the two of you came down from those climatic highs, he’d withdraw..dragging a trail of his cum along with him as he watched it pulsate out.
“I’m glad to hear that. Why don’t we get cleaned up and order some food. We have a lot to talk about, don’t you think?” Referring to the fact that this new agreement was going to require much consent and guidelines. Either way, both of you were excited for this new dynamic and looked forward to this relationship. You’d spent years fantasizing about all of these things. Documenting them on an anonymous page, too afraid that the real you would run a man away. But roommate!eren was the one you’d been searching for and he wasn’t going to let you down!
it's supposed to be something cute, something wholesome, for god's sake. just a cute petname that you call him, nothing more. it even started out as a joke—you weren't keen on doing something so drastic anytime soon—and yet…
and yet.
"how's my future husband doing today?" you greet upon answering the phone.
he grunts out some reply, putting his phone on speaker as he continues to drive home to you. you begin making small talk, talking about your day and whatnot, and he's doing his best to focus. he really is, he swears.
he just can't help it if he gets rock hard whenever you call him… that. he just loves you that much. maybe it's even romantic, in a way.
"so, husband, are you almost home? i made your favorite." you say cheerily, seemingly entirely unaware of the effect you have on him.
"fucking hell." he mumbles.
"what was that?"
he takes a few deep breaths—in through the nouse, out through the mouth. he can't be getting this damn horny over a simple name. a term of endearment. but, hell, it feels like he's discovering porn for the first time. there's just something so intimate about it, something that has a glow of warmth spreading from his heart to the rest of his body. it consumes him in the best way.
"i'm going to need you to do me a favor."he says, finally.
"sure, anything."
his voice comes out deeper than you expect, "cover the food and keep it in the fridge for now. we won't be eating dinner 'til late."
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"mmh— fuck— baby!" you moan, your boyfriend has you folded in half on the bed, pounding into you ruthlessly. you're on your back, ankles resting on his shoulders as he thrusts deeper and deeper into your sensitive hole.
this has been going on from the moment he stepped into your shared apartment.
"that's not what you call me, darling. try again." he says, giving your nipple a light pinch.
"hnngh— my— fuck— husband!"
"that's it," he groans, reaching to rub your clit in time with his thursts, "my pretty wife, so good for me. taking your husband's cock so well, huh?"
"mmhm," you nod, "love m' husband's cock so much!"
he feels you tighten around him, and he knows you're close. he isn't that far behind, either.
"you like it that much too, huh? wanna be my little wifey?" he asks, angling so he can hit that spot that gets you over the edge.
DESC: “Maybe he shouldn’t have hidden his feelings behind harsh words and accusations,” he thought as he stared at your lifeless body.
PAIRINGS: Tighnari x (GN!) Reader
SCENT: angst
WARNINGS: hanahaki, throwing up, blood, tighnari’s a dick, dead dove do not eat.
GOOD ENDING.
FLORIST’S NOTE:
here it is! finally. also, autosave feature? bless u, tumblr gods.
FLORIST’S NOTE﹙02﹚:
uh Fawn here a few months after this was published </3 i'm super flattered you all like this so much; truthfully, i'm very insecure about my ability to write good angst, so it means so much!!
SONG: Secret Garden ― Empath-P
YOU OBSERVED WITH DEFEATED EYES as Tighnari, yet again, swaddled your hands in gauze. You tried to take out a Withering Zone by yourself, wanting to help clear his schedule. However, despite having a vision of your own, you weren’t very familiar with the process and ended up getting hurt, much to the forest ranger’s dismay.
Your throat ran dry as you struggled to find the right words to say without upsetting him more. It was clear he was about to snap at any moment, so you chose to stay silent, despite your anxiety eating away at the stillness.
“(NAME) for the last time, stop biting off more than you can chew,” the fox-eared boy berated, his gaze as bitter as the medicine he brews. “What was the point in bothering with something you clearly had no idea how to deal with? were you begging for a death wish?”
You swallowed thickly, your stomach churning as he awaited your response. “My only intention was to take some of the burdens off your shoulders. . .” You answered feebly.
With an exasperated sigh, he rubbed his temples in frustration. “So you wanted to help me and ended up doing the exact opposite? Yeah, that sounds about right.
“(NAME) this is what? The fifth time you’ve gotten yourself hurt trying to ‘help?’ Don’t you realize you’re only making things harder for the both of us?” Tighnari crossed his arms against his chest, growing more impatient with you by the minute. “Achons, we’re going to run out of medical supplies if you keep getting into situations like these. Can’t you learn to take a hint?”
The harsh tone of his voice engulfed you in shame, his words ripping your heart into shreds. “I—I just—” your attempt to defend yourself was met with the burning stare of his multicolored eyes.
He chastised, “save it, (NAME). You give me the same exact excuse every. single. time. Taking care of you like this again is already a migraine as it is.” With that, he packed the medical supplies into his backpack, not sparing you another glance.
Tighnari criticizing and reminding you how all you do is pull everyone down had become routine by this point. He never told you directly that burdened everyone, yet he clearly didn’t care about hurting your feelings, so you never understood why he didn’t just give it to you straight.
He never acted so rashly to the other trainees, so it led you to believe that it was personal. That said, you don’t know what you did to make him hate you so much. And to add salt to the wound, you admired Tighnari a lot. Hidden beneath his sarcastic nature, he was diligent and dedicated to his work. You could tell he cared for everyone within the confines of the forest, although you highly doubted that to be your case.
As you carefully observed him, you not-so-surprisingly developed feelings for him. You find it hard to believe now, but he treated you gently when you first met him. That memory felt so foreign after all he did was suffocate you with his accusations. Since then, you shoveled your feelings into the very back of your mind.
“Are you even listening, (NAME)?” badgered Tighnari, snapping you out of your depressive reverie.
Nodding slowly, you chewed the inside of your cheek, feeling your emotions consume you from the inside out. “Y—Yes, of course, Master. . .”
“Really? Because ever since I got here, you’ve done nothing but stare at the ground helplessly.” He shook his head and sighed in defeat, “whatever. It’s not like you ever heed my advice anyways.
“Collei and I are going to be gone for a few days on an expedition. You are not to leave Gandhara Ville until I return. Do I make myself clear?” he said, his large ears flicking in aggravation.
That immediately grabbed your attention as your eyes shot open. You deflected, “I—I’m sorry?! Tighnari, I get that you’re mad at me and all, but I am not a child! I don’t need supervision!” Your face burned hot with humiliation as tears formed in your eyes.
Tighnari’s eyes softened briefly at your defeated expression before returning to their normal venomous state. “Then quit giving me a reason to treat you like one, (NAME). Now, I’ll be taking my leave.” Before you could answer, he left your room, leaving you alone in your misery.
After a few minutes of silence, Collei wandered in, her gaze saddening as she regarded your trembling figure. “Oh, (NAME). . .” She lamented and sat next to you, gingerly wrapping her arms around you. “I’m—I’m sorry. . . I don’t know why he’s been treating you so horribly lately; he’s usually never like this. . .” Muttered the girl as she rubbed circles on your back. “I’ll talk to him, o-okay? Please don’t cry. . .”
Withdrawing from your friend’s hold, you rubbed away your tears with a forced smile in hopes of comforting her. “Don’t worry about me, Collei. I’ll—I’ll be alright,” you soothed, your weakened voice revealing the truth behind your words.
Tighnari peeked his head over the opening, swallowing thickly when he noticed your tear-stained cheeks. “Collei, come with me, would you? I need to have a word with you.” He dictated, averting his regard away from you.
The girl perked up, “y—yes, Master!” She stood up and turned to you, carefully bringing your head to her chest once more. “I’ll figure something out, okay? D—Don’t worry,” she assured before bidding you goodbye and following Tighnari out.
After the two left your line of sight, your throat and chest tightened. Scrambling into the bathroom, you stumbled over, suddenly coughing violently. You wiped the sweat from your temple, sighing in relief when it ceased. “What caused that I wonder?” You questioned and fluttered open your eyes. While staring downward at what appeared to be lotus petals, you suddenly felt overwhelming dizzy. Had it gotten that bad?
Your hands clutched your chest as bile burned your esophagus. You weakly shoved yourself up and flushed the toilet. You knew that hanahaki was life-threatening if not treated immediately. However, confessing seemed impossible given the circumstances of your relationship and who you’re in love with. Your other option was to have it surgically removed, but that also meant removing your capability to feel emotions. Nevertheless, you wanted to be a forest ranger like Tighnari and help people, so you’d much rather die of the flower that bloomed in your chest than be an empty husk and not feel anything.
Laying on your bed, you watched Tighnari and Collei converse—probably about your probation if you were to be completely honest. You let out a meek laugh and closed your eyes, allowing your body and mind some well-deserved rest.
“Maybe if this disease takes me, I won’t burden him anymore. . .”
The following morning was horrible. Following your wake-up, you had to race to the bathroom to throw up again; your lungs and chest burned from how fierce the fits were. Making matters worse, you got far from enough sleep because of the feeling of lotuses climbing your throat.
“(NAME)? It’s Collei! I just wanted to check on you before Master and I head out!”
Your eyes flew open at your friend’s voice. Shit. She wouldn’t take this well at all. Quickly flushing the toilet, you grabbed a towel and patted your face dry, hoping your tiredness wasn’t evident.
“(NAME)? Are—are you alright?” She worried and walked into your bedroom. Her expression dimmed upon taking in your condition. “You look so tired! Did you not get enough sleep?” Fuck.
You compelled a weak smile, “I—I’m fine! Don’t worry about me, I’m just a little—” Your sentence stopped midway as you covered your mouth, hacking up more bloodied petals. Your hanahaki did not seem to appreciate you lying about your feelings for the sake of others.
Collei paled immensely, her hand going to mimic your own. “(NAME). . . You—you’re. . .” Tears welled in her rose-colored eyes as she watched you recover. “We have to tell—”
“NO!” you interjected sharply. Sighing, you let out a quiet apology. “I—I’m sorry. . . I didn’t mean to yell like that. I just. . . please don’t tell Tighnari.” You muttered, voice enfeebled from your lack of sleep.
“B—But, (NAME). . . If y-you don’t get help. . .”
“I know. But I don’t think I can take any more of his disdains. especially when he’s—” You, or rather the hanahaki, cut you off as more petals emerged from your throat and onto your shaking hands.
Seeing the connection, her eyes softened. She lamented, “oh, (NAME). . . You like him, don’t you?” Her arms circled around you, “please, I—I don’t want to lose you. I promise I’ll talk him into apologizing! You don’t deserve this. . .”
Shaking your head, you gently patted the girl’s hair, her heartfelt words shattering your heart furthermore. “Collei, I—I’m not sure I can promise anything at this rate. . .” You imparted. “I’m not sure if Tighnari is someone you can reason with, as well. . .”
“Collei? It’s time to go,” Tighnari announced from outside. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. . .
The green-haired girl pulled away from you, looking at your (COLOR) eyes with her own pleading ones. “Everything will be alright, okay? I promise. . .” She sniffled.
You nodded despite your views contradicting hers. Watching her leave, your gaze, hopeless and cold, flickered to Tighnari. You couldn’t help but wonder what occupied his mind; has he even thought of you and how you felt once? Probably not.
The fox-eared ranger caught a glimpse of your eyes and shivered; that’s right, shivered. The way they looked so dull put a pit in his stomach, and he couldn’t tell why at the time. He looked at his student curiously, “what were you two talking about?”
Collei sighed, “i-it was nothing, Master. . .”
The realization that you didn’t have much time left dawned on you as you gazed in the mirror. Your once bright and lively eyes were now dulled and impassive, almost as if you’d already gotten the surgery. You heeded Tighnari’s words, staying locked inside your hut and not bothering anybody. After all, that’s what he wanted, right?
Your condition worsened faster than you initially hoped. Every day and night, you retched at least five blood-covered lotuses, leaving you more weakened than the last. You couldn’t even estimate how much blood you had lost by now. With each passing second, your life slipped from your fingers like grains of sand. It seemed to tease you with the thought of death, never actually finishing you off—until now. In most cases, people have at least a few weeks to make the choice; you, unfortunately, did not with how fast your feelings developed.
Reaching up, you wiped the blood from your lips, leaving a metallic taste in your mouth. Normally you would be grossed out by it, but it was almost comforting by now because it signaled you didn’t have to endure this pain much longer.
You staggered to your desk and pulled out a few things: an envelope, a piece of paper, and a quill. Your fingers trembled as you dipped the feather in ink and scrawled the name ‘Tighnari’ on the envelope. He’d admonish you for the handwriting, but when you’re on death’s doorstep, you can’t really expect perfect writing, can you?
With an unstable breath, you began composing the letter with all the energy you could gather.
“Dear, Master Tighnari. . .”
Tighnari took a deep breath as the faint outline of Gandhara Ville came into his field of vision. Ever since had and Collei finished the expedition, this dreadful feeling like something horrible happened stuck to him like a leech. And no matter what he did, it continued to suck the energy out of him. In retrospect, he’s had this feeling since he left. Worse part about it? He couldn’t figure out why; it’s like he could sense an anomaly but couldn’t see it.
Collei quickly picked on her teacher’s anxiety and flashed a smile, hoping to comfort him. “M—Master, I’m sure everything will be fine! You know how nice (NAME) is! I’m—I’m sure they’ll forgive you! they’re normally so sweet no matter the circumstances!” She encouraged, though, deep within her mind, she was scared herself. She knew how much his words impacted you.
Tighnari dragged out a sigh, his fingers going through his dark hair. “That’s. . . That’s the problem, Collei. I. . . I treated them so fucking awful, and all they did was sit there and take it they didn’t dare speak up,” he seethed, wincing as he recalled the look in your eyes before they departed. “Archons, who knows if they’ll find it in their heart to even forgive me? I treated them like a toddler when I really meant to protect them. God, my delivery was fucking horrid, wasn’t it? I really messed this up.” He looked at Collei with defeated eyes, “That’s what you were talking to them about, wasn’t it? How vile I treated them. That’s why they were crying the other day.”
The trainee harshly bit her lip, knowing that’s exactly what happened. She knew that he treated you like a weed in a garden full of lotuses when in reality, you were the flowers themself. And now, with your hanahaki, Celestia knows how much pain you must be in—both physically and emotionally.
Only then did she remember that you had gotten hanahaki the day they left, and her heart sank. She swallowed hard, feeling her heart weigh heavy in her chest as it pounded against her ribcage. “Um, M—Master Tighnari. . .” she quavered.
He glanced her way, the pit in his stomach swallowing him whole when he regarded how horrified she appeared to be. “Hm? What’s the matter, Collei?” Inquired the boy, his ears flickering in nervous anticipation. Oh god, did something actually happen to you?
“I—I normally wouldn’t ask of you something like this, but please, when we get back, g-go check on them? They’re. . . they’re not well. . . ” She uttered aside, her voice wobbling as if she was on the brink of tears.
Her words confirmed Tighnari’s initial thoughts; there was something wrong. “Collei. . . what happened?” he spoke curtly. Hearing no answer, his chest tightened, and he could hear his breathing pick up. “Collei. Tell me now. I need to know if they’re in danger.” His voice rattled as he communicated, his anxiety clawing at his every thought.
Collei’s shoulders shook with small sobs, “(NAME). . . They—they have Hanahaki. They didn’t want me to tell you because t-they hic knew you’d yell at them in some sort of way. . . A-and they’ve had it for a few days now and—”
“—Collei, I need you to be honest with me. Does (NAME) have romantic feelings for me?”
Glancing up at her teacher with a pitiful expression, she wiped her eyes with her sleeves. “Yes, Master, t—they do. . . I believe they have for a while,” she sniveled.
“Fuck.” He muttered and sprinted towards the ville, leaving poor Collei behind. However, at that time, I don’t think she minded; she recognized that he needed to find you as soon as possible—to save you.
Pushing past everyone in the village, he shoved himself inside your hut. “(N-NAME)?! Are—are you here? We—we need to talk!” He called out, his voice breaking from breathing so heavily. “(NAME). . .?”
……
“Shit, shit! (NAME), where—where did you go now. . .” fretted Tighnari, his mind racing with every outcome possible. His eyes caught onto a wax-sealed envelope that sat neatly on your dresser. He picked it up and felt an overwhelming sense of dread wash over him as he stared at it. “It’s addressed to me. . .”
“ Dear Master Tighnari,
As much as it hurts to me say this, but by the time you’ve finished reading this, I’ll have passed away. I don’t quite know what to put in this letter. . . Even as I’m writing this, my mind is blanking. I feel like there’s so much I have to say, but unfortunately, I don’t have much time before this disease takes its final toll on me.
I’m sure Collei’s told you by now of my hanahaki. I don’t blame her; the poor girl looked like she would pass out when she found me puking flowers. I know what you’re thinking, “(NAME), you lummox. So you’d rather just sit and watch yourself die than confess?” Well, Tighnari, would YOU confess to someone who’s admitted you’re nothing but a thorn in their side? If you haven’t figured it out by now, it’s you who I’m in love with. Have been for a while now.
I must apologize for plaguing both you and everyone in Gandhara Ville. That was never my intention; I only wanted to repay the kindness everyone gave me, no matter if it cost my life or not. But, unfortunately, as you said, I ended up doing the entire opposite. And for that, I sincerely apologize. I wish I could take it all back.
I hope you know that despite everything, I don’t harbor any negative feelings toward you. And maybe, in a different reality, things wouldn’t have turned out like this.
Did you know that I’ve admired you from day one? And I’ll continue to do so in the afterlife. You’re genuinely incredible in my eyes; you’re diligent and passionate, everything I wished I was. You’re incredibly dedicated to the forest, which is admirable. And I supposed that’s why I fell so incredibly hard for you. Maybe you knew I loved you; maybe you didn’t. It’s all meaningless now that I lay on my deathbed made out of my own flowers. It’s strangely comforting, even though I’ve lived far from a fulfilling life.
I honestly didn’t think my feelings had gotten this bad; I thought I had successfully pushed them away for the greater good. But, with how fast the hanahaki materialized, it seems I unestimated myself. That proves just how much I truly adored you. Never doubt your capabilities, alright? You’re truly unique, Tighnari.
This is where we part, my dear fox friend. My strength is running out, and so is the ink. Once more, I’m truly sorry for all the pain I’ve caused; I hope you can find it in you to forgive me. Please take care of Collei for me? Tell her I’m sorry I couldn’t make it; Celestia knows I tried to push through for her.
I love you, Tighnari. My love will continue to bloom for you in the form of lotus flowers. So, whenever you see one, I hope you think of me and how much I admired you. (:
Yours Truly, (NAME). ”
The words blurred together as tears muddied Tighnari’s vision. Every written word cut deeper and deeper, but he forced himself to read it all. At first, he thought it was staged or a joke of some sort, and a part of him wished it was, but he could recognize your handwriting from a mile away. “No, no. . . this cannot be happening. . . They can’t be—” he thought to himself as he pocketed the note. He seethed, “FUCK! Where could they have gone?!” He pulled his hair stressfully as he wracked his brain for answers.
“My love will continue to bloom for you in the form of lotus flowers.”
His eyes snapped open when it clicked—the river not too far from here was known for the lotuses that bloomed in it. You couldn’t have gone far either, not in your condition, at least.
Tighnari hurriedly sped out of the ville, ignoring everyone’s worried stares. “Please don’t be too late please be alive.” He prayed silently. He halted and surveyed the familiar spot, spotting a figure lying near the river’s shallows. he uttered, “(N—NAME). . .?”
Stumbling over, his pretty eyes drowned in tears the second he laid eyes on you. You were sprawled out, bloodied flowers sticking to your lifeless body. Blood smeared on your lips and fingers, and thank the Archons, your eyes were closed, or else Tighnari would’ve gone into cardiac arrest from crying so hard.
He collapsed at your side, cradling your face in his hands; the warmth of his palms contrasted with the chill of your skin. Shaking his head in denial, he thumbed at your face hoping to find some kind of reaction that proved you were still alive. “No, no, NO! Come on, (NAME)! W—wake up! You c-can’t. . .” He hiccuped.
Tighnari gathered you in his arms, concealing his face in the crook of your neck to hide how hard he sobbed. “I. . . I’m so sorry, flower. T—This is all my fault. . . I-If I would’ve just told you how I felt instead of being a moron, then none of this would’ve happened—you wouldn’t have. . .” A sob strangled his throat and cut off his words.
“I—I thought I was protecting you from yourself. . . B-but I somehow did the exact opposite. I was the cause of your pain, and because of how shitty I treated you, you feared telling me how you felt. I. . . I’m so sorry, (NAME). Y-you didn’t deserve to go through so much pain alone.”
“Master, I heard—o-oh my god.”
Collei’s eyes rounded in horror, her figure starting to tremble as the situation settled in her head. “(N-NAME). . .” she croaked and dropped next to Tighnari, her hands shakily finding yours. Like her mentor, she was quick to shake her head in denial. “N—no. . . They can’t be. . . How—how did it—” bewailed the girl as her hand squeezed your fragile one. She turned to Tighnari, who looked to be on the verge of passing out from crying so hard. “M—Master, they’re. . . they’re not, r-right? They can’t be. . .”
The ranger shakily pulled out the letter and handed it to her, watching as the girl sobbed harder at its contents. “T—They found comfort in their death because of how much pain they were in. . .” He murmured weakly. As he pressed a kiss to your hair, he noticed that your fingers grasped something.
Tighnari gingerly grabbed your hand and unraveled your fingers from what you held. A singular clean lotus. He smiled, weak and faint, plucking the lotus from your grip and tucking it in his hair—a memento of your love for him and his love for you.
“My love for you will continue to blossom in life and in death. . . N—no matter where you are, you will be the first and last my heart is occupied with. There’s no room left for anyone else, flower. . . There never was in the beginning.
“I will look at each and every flower and think of how selfless and caring you were. Your love and dedication will continue to burn bright in Gandhara Ville. I will make sure of it. . .”
POV: After 5 years with no sort of contact with Cyno, your ex-boyfriend, who abandoned you and most of his relationships to become the King of the deserts of Sumeru, you suddenly received a letter from one of his guards requiring your presence at his palace, which you initially refused to comply with, but guards were still sent to bring you to the castle… and you knew it probably had something to do with the disappearance of your husband.
⚠️ WARNINGS:
— This is a NSFW piece
— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns
— Corrupted + Public + Dub-con-(ish?) sex
— Overstimulation, creampie and slight bruising
— Mentions of abusive relationships (in all ways), toxic views towards women / wives and narcissistic people.
— A lot of bad words
— “Y/HS” means ‘Your husband’s last name’, so just invent one that isn’t your own!
“Here’s the woman, my lord.” The guard that was leading you to the room of the throne said to the man sitting on it, some inches above you.
But Cyno didn’t answer. Instead, he kept staring at you deeply, analyzing every single bit of you that maybe changed or not over these past five years without any kind of close contact with you. His body was sitting lazy, legs spread, left foot tapping the floor and his arm supported in the throne’s arm, using the hand to hold his face in place. The room was entirely silent to the guard, but the silence was awkwardly loud between the you and him, making the guards feel uncomfortable with Cyno’s lack of response. But he was simply distracted by his desperation. It was so enormous you could feel it in your skin like it was trying to burn and eat you alive, even if it was trying to hide itself behind his stoic pose and cold, piercing gaze. You couldn’t deny it genuinely made you joyful to see him so desperate for you, and it surprised you because you’ve never felt pleasure in another person’s blues or pain. But maybe it was just the effects of what he had done to you.
You could also see annoyance also slowly growing in his heart every time he took a peek at that big eyepatch you were wearing. He perfectly remembers the scene of you telling him how you apparently got that some days ago.
.
“Good afternoon, my King. Enjoying the party?” You asked to him inside the stall you were cooking in, smirking at his usual, serious face staring at your eyes deeply, specifically at that same big, black eyepatch.
“Yes.” He answered, taking a quick look at the menu hanged above your heads. “I’ll have a Tahchin. The way I like it, please.” He made his order and you obediently nodded while grabbing a sticky note to write it down.
“I’m afraid I do not know how you like your Tahchin cooked, my lord.” You looked up to him again with a slightly bigger smirk, knowing that you were teasing with him.
He looked at you confused. What do you mean you didn’t know how you liked his favorite dish cooked? You did it for him almost every day of the week!
…
… Oh, yeah.
“Oh, hum…” He avoided eye contact, although he really wanted to keep looking at that eyepatch you were wearing and decipher it. “Just… add more ferment in the meat and use golden rice, please.” He tried his best to describe it with his very little knowledge of culinary while trying to decipher whether you were just teasing him or really being serious about not knowing how he liked it cooked anymore.
“Ok!” You smiled at him, turning around to make his Tahchin, in hopes it maybe would avoid him from getting curious about your eyepatch.
Silence took over your stall quickly, but thankfully the whole event happening around you made it less awkward. But don’t you think that the silence stopped Cyno from staring at you in pure curiosity. It made you a little nervous while cooking the dish, but thankfully you had already prepared its base, so all you needed to do was to let it cook it for a few minutes while avoiding making any more contact with Cyno.
“Y/N…” Cyno initiated, breaking his stupid roleplaying for some reason, which made your hopes die immediately. And unfortunately, you didn’t have any other option but to turn back to him. “What happened to your left eye?” He asked in a more firm fone.
“My left eye?” You tried your best to avoid it, but he nodded precisely. “Well…” You stopped for a few seconds, rethinking if maybe the lie you had created for it would be enough, but you couldn’t you keep quiet for long enough if you wanted him to believe your lie. “I was cutting peppers and I forgot to wash my hand before I scratched my eye. In fact, I could hurt my other eye too right now if I mess up here, haha!” You tried laughing it off, but Cyno didn’t reciprocate.
“Peppers?” He asked in a controversial tone which made you swallow some saliva in anxiety and really want to avoid his piercing gaze, but that would immediately show him that you were lying.
“Yeah..! Also, how do you know my name?” You answered and asked while putting his food in the plate, but not letting him have time to answer. You just wanted to trigger him the most you could in a way that made it look natural. “Here’s your food, my lord.” You served him, moving on to the next client desperately as Cyno simply accepted it and moved forward.
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Scratching your eyes with pepper in your hands was a good lie for common people, but he wasn’t common in any way. Accidents like that could always happen indeed, but Cyno knew you like he lived in your shoes every day. God, you’re close to being a professional cook in his perspective. You’d never touch anything before washing your hands in the kitchen. Every time he’d assist you in the kitchen, you’d always keep warning him to wash his hands before he touched anything… So why would you suddenly fail… and so badly too..? To you, it felt like he couldn’t wait to debunk your little lie and punish you for it.
“Thank you.” He finally answered, rearranging his posture in the throne to a more straight one, his gaze still stoned at you. “Bring him here too.” He ordered out of nowhere, looking away from you for a quick moment just to make sure the guards understood his order precisely, although he didn’t specify who to bring and from where.
“Yes, sir.” The guards said while letting your arms go, bowing towards Cyno before beginning turning around and stepping out of the room.
They were walking slowly for the sake of being respectful and polite to Cyno, which made those seconds sharing eye contact with him extra tense to the both of you.
After some slow seconds, the heavy, high golden doors of the palace made cranky noises while opening and closing, and when a loud bang finally echoed in the room very loudly and no sort of light was shining in the ground from behind you, you inflated your chest with air and prepared yourself to have a chat with the man above you.
“Why didn’t you come in time? I thought I was very clear in my letter, wasn’t I?” He talked to you, acting like you were some sort of criminal in interrogation.
“Yeah, you were.” You were short and cold to him.
“So why didn’t you come?” He asked again.
“I didn’t want to.” You shrugged your shoulders while answering him.
“Why?”
“You know why the fuck I didn’t come. You can cut out that stupid role-play of yours already.” You scoffed at him. “Now, what is it?” You asked, not afraid at all of how your rebel attitude could trigger him into getting angry at you.
But Cyno simply sighed and stood up from his seat and begun stepping towards you, easily ignoring your question since you were cuffed.
“What do you want?!” You asked, a little more scared this time, since you were already pretty sure of what Cyno wanted, even trying to step away from him a few times, but you were in a horrible position to defend yourself.
And he didn’t answer again, scaring you more than you were already. But before you could protest about him stepping too close, his hand immediately launched up and gripped right on the both sides of your jawline, lifting it up for his benefit and also making you incapable of speaking full sentences with accurate pronunciation.
“E-Ey..!” You tried protesting, trying to get that hand away from you, but when Cyno was determined to solve a case, he’d do so no matter what. And the fact that you were cuffed made his strength feel even worse to you since he had all advantage.
He was directly looking at the eyepatch, which made you panic in realization. He was going to see what was under it. But you didn’t want him or anyone to see it, especially since you’ve been working so hard to keep anyone’s curiosity away from the truth behind it. You really tried stepping away him back this time, but before you could mouth your protest, he slid a finger under the eyepatch’s chord and pulled it raw enough to rip it apart in a blink, revealing the truth to his crimson eyes.
“O-Ow!” Your jaw ached terribly as you felt his grip in your jaw tighten, fueled with pure anger.
Anger triggered by the horrific view of a huge black eye swelling and covering the beautiful skin you had around it.
“Who did this to you?” You’ve never heard Cyno speak in such a serious tone with you before, which made you close your eyes shut in fear of any further threat from him.
You shook your head while biting your inferior lip.
“It was him, wasn’t it?” No matter how frightened you were, Cyno still spoke to you stoically in that same tone, just like you used to see him doing to the criminals he hunted down when he was still only General Mahamatra.
You tried running away again, but not a single muscle of you could move under his grip. Why can’t you just accept you wouldn’t get away from his hands? Or from telling him the truth behind your injury?
“You know I’m used to this kind of behavior, Y/N. I could hold you like this all day. Surrender and tell me who did this to you. I know this isn’t ‘peppers’.” He ordered, but seeing how it had awfully failed, he leaned close to your ear. “I’m giving you a chance to defend yourself personally, with your own integrity and dignity.” He whispered, causing your head to flinch in the other direction of his voice, repulsing every bit of that aggressive version of him that was invading your personal space and making you look pathetically weak.
You shook your head again, feeling the memory behind that wound beginning to turn you into a scared, trembling, vulnerable woman again.
“Talk to me, Y/N.” He begged with a more gentle whisper, a little surprised at how scared you were.
“No!” You screamed, remembering how your own husband had punched you in the face like you were living it again, but with Cyno. “No, no, no, no!” You repeated the word multiple times while shaking your head side to side.
But unlike what you expected from Cyno acting like General Mahamatra, he hugged you. Both the back of your head and chest were firmly pulled and held by his fingers against his chest, really trying to comfort you. You even tried pushing him back with your head and shoulders, but after some seconds failing awfully, you realized he wasn’t going to harm you, and your need of being hugged by someone special, that was shoved and locked deep down in a corner of your heart, took you over and you broke down.
Just for how long you haven’t hugged Cyno?
You remembered how he used to hug you every single day of your lives. When you woke up, when he went to work, when he came back home, when you two would sleep. But the best ones were definitely the ones when you really needed one.
Like right now or when you two… broke up.
Five years ago.
.
“I’m really gonna miss you, Y/N…” He whispered in your ear as he patted your head and hugged you tight.
“Oh, Cyno… do we really need to do this..? I don’t want you to go..!” You whimpered once his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m so sorry… but I really can’t bring you with me…” He shoved his own head in your shoulder, causing you both to tear even more.
“I’ll send you letters… every single day…” You promised him, not willing to let go of his clothes at all.
“I’ll write back… for all of them…” He promised to you back.
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Those memories, no matter how emotional and comfortable they made you feel, always dragged you to feel anger in the end.
If there was something Cyno did not do was keeping his promise. He did send you letters and responded to yours initially, but that lasted a single month before Cyno decided to simply act like he never had a life in Sumeru City before. He cut contact with you and anyone he used to know and didn’t warn anyone about his ghosting, so everyone was left waiting for him, including you, who begun peeking at your mailbox every two hours for a week to see if you got any letters from him, until you realized something was wrong and decided to go after him.
You tried going to his newest castle and making a request to see him, but you were always either rejected or ignored. You tried sneaking in events in the city and the desert and tried to talk to him personally, but he’d always outrun you or pretend he didn’t listen to you, and then put himself in the middle of crowds so you’d lose him.
And when you were finally able to reach him and touch his shoulder…
“C-Cyno!” You screamed to him while being unintentionally pushed around by other people around and grabbing Cyno by his shoulder, causing him to finally give up in running away and look back at you.
You loved him so much you refused to refer to him as ‘King’, even if it was in front of other people, making yourself vulnerable to public criticism.
Still, when Cyno turned his face to you, he wasn’t expressing a single emotion behind those beautiful eyes of his.
“H-Hey!” You begun enthusiastically. “Why haven’t you been responding to my letters..? I’ve been worried sick about you! Is everything okay, my love..?” You ignored his stoicism, whispering as low you could to make sure no one heard your little secret out of respect for Cyno’s new persona.
“You shouldn’t be referring to me as anything else rather than ‘king’ or ‘lord’, peasant.” He insulted you, which caused you to get really confused and a little shocked. You’d never think he’d insult you like that… but maybe he did it because you two were in public, right..?
“Uh… I’ll be in the back of my yard. You can show up after the festival!” You whispered to him again, trying to get closer to his ear so only he could hear you, but the complete contrary opposite happened to you.
Cyno pushed you. And he pushed you hard enough to make you fall in the ground in front of all those people surrounding him.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve seen you trying to stalk and bother me with your schizophrenia, Y/N woman. This will be the only time I’ll ever warn you.” Everyone in the crowd around him giggled at you during that pause, causing you to get even more confused. “Don’t ever touch or talk to me without my permission again, you stalking maniac. I have no idea who you are and you definitely do not have the rights to refer to me with my real name.” Everyone’s smirks grew in size, their laughs too. “Leave!” He screamed more seriosuly, causing you to feel shivers everywhere for a quick moment before you jumped up and walked away from him, trying to hide your face from everyone’s eyes.
Was that really your Cyno? Your General Mahamatra?
You tried ignoring it, shaking your head while walking back home since you didn’t have any interest in the festival anyway. You still hanged around your yard for some good hours, waiting for him to show up and talk to you. Of course you’d scold him back to his place for what he did to you and make him apologize, but you still wanted to know why wasn’t he responding to any of your letters. But the way he simply didn’t show up that night finally made you wake up to reality.
Cyno had made his choice.
.
During that moment of distraction, you decided to bow your body low enough to sneak away from his hug. You succeeded, so you immediately stepped away until you were safely distant from him, positioning yourself in the most prepared way you could in case he chased you back.
But Cyno didn’t really move, just weakly sticking out his hands to reach you again. Instead, he opened his mouth to try using his voice with you, but you shut him off before he could do it.
“Thank you, my king, but I don’t want your help! You made your choice that day, so fucking act like it and treat me like the fucking schizophrenic, stalking maniac I am, you fucking pussy!” You scoffed at Cyno, trying to trigger him again, who stared back at you a little hurt.
You sighed and turned backwards when you realized he wasn’t going to answer you. You hated how terribly proud Cyno had become with this whole thing about ascending into royalty. You hated how the Archon handpicked him for the duty after fighting with a contestant named Sethos for the title of King. You really missed ‘General Mahamatra’ and it pained you how unfairly he had vanished because ‘King of the Deserts’, to a point it made you feel disgusted just by remembering it.
You started walking towards the door, not caring about the fact that you were cuffed. You would happily use your weight to open the doors if it meant he wouldn’t help you or touch you again. But while you stormed off the room, a shaft of light begun appearing on the middle of the both golden doors along with a weird, cranky noise, forcing you to stop and close half of your eyes to not get blind with it.
They were opening again.
You could see it was guards coming in because of the noises of the recognizable noises of the golden armor they all wore. You thought they were simply going to drag you back to Cyno with their force, but your expectations weren’t met at all.
“Y/N?” The man they were carrying between them looked at you with widened eyes, and your whole body froze in its place.
Your face immediately went white when you recognized the face of the voice’s owner, like your heat had genuinely skipped some beats.
“What are you doing here..?” Your husband’s voice sounded more angry this time, as expected, and the more time passed with you in silence, the angrier he got. “What did you do..?!” His temper was easy to trigger, but you were acting cowardly, so you were unable to do anything to possibly calm him down, preferring to accept the fact that he’d believe he was between those guards’ arms because of you. “DID YOU TELL HIM ANYTHING, YOU FUCKING PARASITE?!” He managed to jump away from the guards’ grip and tried launching towards you, even if he wouldn’t be able to hurt you because of his cuffs, causing you to immediately curl all your body in a protective position and shrug your shoulders in your head’s level for better safety.
You couldn’t see anything anymore, only hearing some uncanny noises of him being held back and thrown to the ground while cursing you, and firm orders from Cyno to his guards coming from behind you.
You hated how used your body had gotten to curling itself up like that whenever he threatened to beat you up. It was pathetic, and it completely shattered the confidence you’ve been building up.
Tears were beginning to show up in your eyes. You were confused, defeated and scared. Nothing around you made any logical sense yet, so it just seemed like both men, whom you disliked the most, were surrounding you to torture your poor mental stability.
But before you could shatter more than a single tear, you felt warm hands hug from behind, one by your waist, the other one by your chest, pulling you up into a healthier angle for your back.
“Hold him.” You heard Cyno’s serious tone from right above you, which made you look up, feeling more safe compared to some seconds ago. Cyno was the one embracing you again, and he didn’t ignore your pathetic gaze to him. “It’s ok, my love.” He whispered while looking at you with gentle eyes, suddenly moving his hands in your waist down to your cuffs.
Click
Your hands could finally move again. The first thing you did with your achieved freedom was hugging your own arms, wanting to feel more safe with yourself and resistant to the fear your husband inflicted in you while still tearing up. Cyno put his hands in your shoulders, which made you quiver in repulse, but there was not much you could about it, you were too mentally weak and unstable now to fight anything.
“See..? It’s ok, Y/N. You’re okay.” He whispered, noticeably with a grin in his face. Although you couldn’t see it, you were really sure of it.
“Hello?! I’m still here and we still have a lot to discuss, Y/N Y/HS!” He stared at you with widened eyes that seemed to be seeking for cold-blooded murder, causing your body to shrink like a little mouse’s.
“You better keep your mouth shut.” Cyno ordered while letting you go to walk closer to the man, completely switching his tone. “Do you think you have any rights to speak bullshit like that and order people around right now? You’re in my castle, under my rules, so you better shut up and have some respect for your wife before things get ugly precociously.” Cyno unexpectedly kicked him in the face. A big shaft of blood instantly flew to the floor in your right along with an uncanny noise that seemed to be of a bone right after the kick.
You flinched in fear. You knew Cyno had to deal with criminals with aggression sometimes, but you never thought he could and would ever deal with one so aggressively like that. Perhaps he was taking the problem personally?
Before your husband’s body could fall in the ground where his blood was, Cyno yanked him by the hair back to his place, pulling it in a way that forced him to look up and stare at his crimson eyes. You could now see how Cyno had perfectly kicked him in the nose, and how it was already broken, which explained that uncanny ‘bone noise’ you heard. But it was even more disturbing to your peaceful soul to see his nostrils leaking little rivers of blood every second, all dripping in the grounds.
“I don’t want to waste my time smelling the same oxygen as you, so I’ll just ask you once.” Cyno kneeled down just to make a very threatening and pressuring eye contact with the man, just like he did with you. “Did you do that to Y/N?” Cyno asked to him as he pointed to your face from behind with his thumb.
Your husband coughed in his own blood before replying to Cyno.
“What the fuck, dude?! You know that I can sue you for thousands of Mora right now, right?! Especially if you are wrong!” Your husband challenged Cyno back instead of answering his question.
“Answer me before I twist that nose of yours and break your fingers one by one next.” Cyno was quick in putting the man back to his place, where he was a submissive pawn who responded to his questions accurately.
That’s why he cowardly shook his head side to side, also closing his eyes firmly in pure cowardice, lying right in front of Cyno fearlessly.
“Y/N.” He turned to you with a more gentle and soft tone, in worry of your mental stability. “Did he do that to you? Or was it really just peppers?” That question alone made your mind stop thinking about everything it was thinking before, but when you realized your husband was taking the opportunity of Cyno’s distraction to stare at you with one of the gut-wrenching stares ever, like he was screaming silently for you to not tell him the truth, time around seemed to you freeze entirely.
Even if Cyno was also looking at you, begging for you to tell the truth way more comfortably than your husband, you couldn’t help but begin hyperventilating in anxiety while trying to rationalize about what would be better for you right now.
You knew that your husband was absolutely defeated at the moment, but he and his abuse haunted you so badly you couldn’t help but fear that he’d free himself from those cuffs and do it again. It was horrible. The way he’d confront you for any little thing you did slightly wrong, beat you up until he was satisfied, despite if you were truthful or not, or insult you until you were in the edge of suicide, and then leave you to either sleep in the sofa or outside the home, were moments that scarred you to a point that your mind went back to an instinctual state just by the fear of it happening again. That black eye of yours was a perfect example of something that didn’t have a good reason to happen, not that it could have one in the first place. All you had done was breaking a wine bottle. Just remembering when and how the accident happened, and how you immediately knew you were doomed, made your stomach twist in discomfort. And now that you could be possibly giving him a huge problem to solve… you would most likely die in a very bloody way if his cuffs were released.
But Cyno…
Cyno was like your guardian angel. How could you forget just how protective Cyno used to be when you two were still a couple? Was that why he had cuffs in him and two guards holding him? Just to make sure the man wouldn’t even think about getting close to you and hurting you again? It made your eyes shine in realization. Was Cyno giving you a chance to speak the words you feared the most? The words that you’ve been wanting to scream to him, your friends, or literally anyone, for over four years now? Your husband has always made sure that you were trapped under many threats, inflicting death, if he ever found out that little secret of your marriage escaped the gates of your home. But even if you said ‘no’, it was still very obvious to Cyno that it was a ‘yes’, right? The secret has actually already escaped its cage… and you were fine. You weren’t being brutally spanked nor were you seeing the gates of heaven… it was pointless to say ‘no’.
You shed a tear. The relief of knowing that you were finally going to get rid of that problem was so good it made your heart ache, and that made you want to let out even more tears. You tried wiping them, but they were stronger than your hands, wetting your cheeks pathetically in a matter seconds.
In the end of the day, you were still an emotionally weak woman that was still in love with a man who had deeply betrayed your trust and hurt the loving person you used to be, weren’t you? You couldn’t help it. The ‘King of the Deserts’ was still the same man as General Mahamatra, no matter how much you tried to deny it, and you were once that man’s girlfriend. For an era of your life, you were the only person to know Cyno’s romantic side, his clingy side and even his kinky side. That’s why he wasn’t aggressive to you and also why you didn’t fear Cyno getting too close to you or gripping you strong enough to trap your body in a place. You knew it wasn’t the same as when your husband did it, Cyno would never hurt you like that.
You looked down.
Now that you weren’t meeting husband’s horrifying gaze anymore, that guilt in your heart of telling the truth disappeared immediately. Had your husband really become that irrelevant to you? It made you want to smile.
“Y-… yes—”
“YOU LITTLE BI—!” Cyno slapped his face by the opposite side of his previous kick, and this time he let him fall to the ground.
He stared at the man aching like a worm for a few seconds before he decided to rise his right foot and lower it right on top of his ear, pressing it hard against the floor. It caused your husband to grunt and squirm in pain, but neither you or Cyno cared about it. It actually made the both of you satisfied in your own different, twisted ways.
“You know… I’ve always always hated men like you. Coward men who can only discount their stress in things that don’t have a chance against them, like women or animals, just because they aren’t strong enough to face problems like real men or with a man of their size.” Cyno insulted him while rubbing his foot hard against his face, causing him to screech louder.
When he felt satisfied, he took it off his face and inflicted a kick in the man’s stomach. It made your husband scream and cough immediately, but everyone around simply kept watching the scene.
“Hold him.” Cyno ordered to his guards, who slightly shivered when listening to his firm voice after watching such brutal punishment coming from him.
But obviously, both guards nodded and started moving the man’s body until he was staring at you and Cyno again, who was now walking towards you again without softening his face. You didn’t care, it didn’t make you scared at all. You were so glad that he was saving you from your horrible marriage that it felt like if you were feeling thousands of chains letting you go.
“C-Cy—” You tried reaching him to hug him, but he dodged you and went right behind you instead.
You were confused, of course. Some seconds ago he was acting so soft to you, and now he was staring down at you with that annoying, stoic expression like he had something prepared for you. But you were wrong about Cyno’s mood because he still unexpectedly hugged you from behind again just like he did the previous time, tight enough to not allow you to possibly turn back to him or move.
“I’ve never given no further punishment to scum like you rather than jail for some good years. But you have seriously triggered me, I’ll be honest. That’s why I have prepared a special punishment for you… one that will demoralize your pitiful ego.” You felt one of Cyno’s hands suddenly move down, caressing you all the way down to your thighs, sliding under your dress and quickly reaching your underwear.
“I’ll fuck your wife right in front of you.”
His words and actions were so quick, you couldn’t stop him from running his middle finger right between your clothed folds.
“Ah! C-Cyno!” You couldn’t hold back your moan of surprise at him, trying to move your hands to push his hand away from your crotch, but he didn’t stop at all.
Instead, he used his other hand to grab your chin and pull it towards him only to rush his lips into yours like he was trying to suck your soul out of you. He didn’t even let you have time to process his actions, and actually kept overwhelming you with his fingers, scissoring and circling your clothed clit just like he used to do to you when you two were a couple.
“DON’T YOU DARE, YOU FUCKING BASTARD! Y/N IS MY WIFE! MY FUCKING WIFE, YOU HEAR ME?! SHE’S OVER YOU, DUDE! GET OVER IT! SO DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HER LIKE THAT!” Your husband screamed in jealousy while trying to pull himself away from the guards’ grip, coughing on his own blood afterwards.
“What kind of man does this to his wife?” He turned your face to him to show him your black eye, letting some small parcel of his own anger let out too but trying his best to keep control. “And well, if she’s really over me and loves you the most now, I would like to understand how is she getting this wet and this quickly with my fingers.” Cyno let your face go, this time to pull your dress upwards and show the man the mess he was making of you while you were trying to stop him. “See how her underwear is soaked, huh?” Cyno slid his fingers under your panties, thrusting you with no warning. “See how my fingers slide so easily inside her pussy? Is she really your wife? Or just your ‘property’? Because no real husband would ever leave their wives this hungry… I could even call her my wife.” Cyno scoffed while fingering you in a fast pace just to purposefully make you quiver like a worm with all the shock and pleasure.
“C-Cyno! Please-ah..! S-Stop it..!” You moaned out in slight despair with how he was overpowering you, trying to push his hand off from your cunt, but you were no match to him.
“Tell me, Y/N… Has this man ever even made you cum at least once?” Cyno turned his face to you just to whisper his question right in your ear.
You shook your head side-to-side, trying to avoid answering it and pushing him away, but the pleasure he was giving you was overcoming your senses, turning your muscles even weaker than before.
“Stop it..!” You whimpered again, but he simply kissed you in the cheek romantically.
“Shhhh… it’s ok, Y/N...” He whispered in your ear again with a more gentle tone. “I know you’re scared, but please… let me have this...” His voice broke for a moment to show you just how truly desperate he was under his facade. “I’ll show him that you’re more than some living punch bag… I’ll show him you’re a powerful woman… a queen without a king...” You couldn’t deny that his desperate, hoarse voice made you think about changing your mind.
The idea of having Cyno desperate to have you back was one of the few things that gave you pleasure after his betrayal, although it was just imaginary thing and momentary pleasure. You’d always hide that secret from him, of course, but the way your pussy tightened around his fingers when he begged you gave it out to him. You were feeling good, weren’t you? Despite having your nudity being shown to men who didn’t deserve to see it… you were loving to have your ex-boyfriend begging in your ear for you to allow him to touch your pussy again… just like you once begged for him to not leave you.
And how could you forget just how sexually actively Cyno has always been? You remember how he wasn’t able to go in a trip without having sex with you before and how the first thing he’d do with you when he came back was acting all cuddly and clingy with you until he suddenly became horny and you’d need to spend hours letting him savor and worship you again.
And now it’s been five years since he last touched you like that… what did you expect? The man must be starving like a dog in the streets for some pussy.
But now, having your secret little kink-switch turned on… did it really matter..? The truth was that you could control Cyno if you wanted to. If you gathered all your little, remaining energy to scream at him to stop and let you have your fun, he would’ve. But his petty begging was irresistible, so you decided to relax, throw your body against his chest and follow along with his role-play.
“Y/N, IF YOU KEEP LETTING THAT MAN TOUCH YOU LIKE THAT YOU’RE GONNA NEED A WHOLE ARMY TO STOP ME FROM KILLING THE BOTH OF YOU!” He threatened with the angriest tone he could use, but it really didn’t affect you anymore.
It would’ve if he wasn’t cuffed and kneeled in the floor. It made you wonder about how had he become so toxic throughout these 4 years of relationship once again. Was he a really a red flag from the start like Dehya and Candace told you? A narcissistic man who took advantage of your moment of weakness to have you trapped under his spell and use you for his own benefit? Maybe… no… totally.
Cyno’s previous question also made you realize this even more. Having sex with him used to be good and satisfying in the beginning, especially because you were hurt and wanted to be loved again really bad, but after your marriage was sealed, those experiences only became worser and worser until you had no interest in it at all. For the past months, all rounds of sex you had with him were initiated it by him, and he didn’t care about your pleasure anymore, it was entirely about his own needs and stress levels. Although it didn’t make you feel good at all, at least it was better than having your stomach punched until you were vomiting.
He never apologized for anything bad he previously did to you, he only seemed to appreciate you when you were doing favors for him and he hated when you weren’t dependent on him… it was as clear as the day now. You weren’t just a stupid woman who decided to marry a guy in a year out of spite for your ex… you were really influenced hypnotized into it by his facade. The facade of a cool, chill guy who told you he believed in you when you told him you weren’t schizophrenic or a ‘stalking maniac’ who fantasized about the King, and that you were actually his ex-girlfriend. That’s also why he used it as a way to shame you when you did any mistake after the marriage… he just made you believe he actually understood you so he could learn about your weaknesses precociously.
It all pissed you off really bad.
“Focus on me, Y/N, not him.” Cyno whispered while hugging you closer to reassure your safety, making your brain come back to reality.
The tables have turned now. You were in control of that motherfucker. And at the same time someone was giving you pleasure the way you mostly preferred it.
You’ve haven’t felt such thrill for so long.
“Punch him…” You whispered to yourself, fantasizing with the fall of your marriage while feeling all that relieving pleasure Cyno gave you, but you didn’t realize how Cyno had perfectly heard it.
“Punch him in the face.” Cyno repeated your words to the guards more clearly, who nodded at the same time.
The guard in the left grabbed your husband’s hair from behind, just to lift it in the direction of the one in the right, who quickly fisted his face with a considerable force. The blood that came out of dom him, that was making you sick before, now made you feel even more pleasure.
The guard still kept holding his head even after the punch, forcing him to watch what was Cyno doing to you. It was embarrassing to let yourself be turned on into a hungry, clingy slut in such awkward position that revealed your wet thighs and underwear to everyone in the scene. At least, the guards were also embarrassed, more than you were, but still watching with some arousal. But they knew that if they even thought about expressing it, intentionally or not, they knew they’d be fired or executed in the spot. But what kind of man wouldn’t get aroused watching such a swollen and obedient pussy contort with some fingers and dripping all that pleasure through the thighs? It was mouth-watering for all men in the room… it even made you feel bad for Cyno, who was forcing himself to keep his dick under his pants for the sake of the perfomance.
You couldn’t help and put your hand on top of Cyno’s, feeling that ecstasy finally filling up your mind and your senses. His hand was warm while yours was still warming up.
“You still like it when I finger you like this, don’t you?” Cyno asked with a growing smirk he was trying to hide away from everyone but you.
“Y-Yes! I do..!” You felt so dirty in acting so horny and kinky for a man you swore to hate, but neither of you could deny that Cyno still reigned in your love podium.
Maybe you still loved him deep down in your heart, or simply missed the thrill he gave you in bed.
“Good...” He whispered in your ear once again, trying his best to keep the privacy of what you were doing in that time spot, although you had many witnesses learning how Y/N Y/S acts during sex. “Good…” He repeated, more proud this time.
You were very surprised at how Cyno was still so professional at making you feel pleasure, to a point he was making you forget that littlehatred you’ve built against him as a response of your trauma. It really didn’t feel like five years had passed at all. It felt like Cyno’s clock stopped ticking the day he segregated himself from everyone he used to know, because there was no way he remembered that perfectly how you liked to be fingered.
Two fingers, quick pace, sometimes stopping just to tease your clit… so many details you didn’t remember by yourself.
“YOU RAPIST PSYCHOPATH!” Your husband tried to fight the guards’ force again, but was blatantly ignored by him and held in his place. “AND YOU LITTLE CHEAP SLUT…” His words made your breath hitch, but not in fear, and yes, in pure anger.
Gosh, you just wanted to feel some pleasure again… was that so hard to ask for?! And you knew he didn’t really mean those words to Cyno, but he definitely meant those words to you. That wasn’t the first time he ever called you out for ‘being a slut’, in fact it was one of his most common insults. You had already swallowed so many of those, you knew one day your storage for those would break one day, and now that he had attempted offending the both of you with such disturbing words, you just couldn’t swallow it down your throat anymore.
“Shut up…” You quietly answered, still trying to somehow focus on that pleasure you missed for so long.
“HUH?! YOU THINK I CAN HEAR YOU ON THIS—”
“SHUT UP!” You let a scream out of your throat in a tone you hadn’t used in years. “Look at yourself for one minute! Do you really think I give a crap for what you have to say about me?!” You noticed how you hadn’t changed a lot in his face. “He’s right, y’know..? You are worthless trash… You’re so worthless it genuinely makes me regret marrying you. If I could annul our marriage right now and pretend that it never happened, I fucking would’ve. A divorce would be too shallow for me… It’d still associate me to your name and that thought makes me want to puke.” You tried leaning closer to him, but Cyno did not let you go too far for the sake of your safety.
“Excuse me..?!” He was completely triggered, which made you smile in satisfaction.
“You heard me, motherfucker… I fucking disgust you and your small penis.” You laughed at yourself, looking up to Cyno right afterwards, who still kept that serious facade. “Fuck me to oblivion.” You whispered to him in a seductive tone that immediately made his cheeks flush and swallow whatever he had in his mouth because he had officially given up on the idea of fingering you until you had an orgasm.
You never knew you could manipulate him, a King, handpicked by the Archon, so easily being just a mere citizen. It made you feel wonders watching undo his pants so desperately to fuck you.
“You’re gonna see…” You leaned closer to your husband again with a mean tone in your voice, but all of a sudden you feel a hand smacking your mouth shut from behind.
“You’re gonna see just how meaningless you are. To your wife or society as a whole... by showing you just how much your one and only ‘wife’ doesn’t admire you at all. Not romantically or sexually.” Cyno took over your little authority. “Spread wide for me.” He ordered you, in which you immediately nodded for and obeyed.
Cyno slowly slid down your panties down to your knees along with a grunt in impatience, making it visible to him that you were really going to be fucked to oblivion. You even felt his fingers run around your pussy again, admiring how swollen it was because of his touch. You could feel every single cell of Cyno aching to fuck you again, but unfortunately he was that capable of holding up a character.
The clicking of his pants finally stopped, and you felt his hands run around you until they were in your wrists, bringing them together behind and locking them with the grip of a single hand.
“STOP THIS RIGHT NOW, Y/N Y/HS!” Your husband screamed in pain of his ego burning him alive.
“Come on, Cyno…” You ignored your husband and looked up at to Cyno, while arching your body to him, bringing your ass closer to him until they it was rubbing against his back, making him unable to hold back a deep grunt of pleasure.
If you knew it was this fun to control a man, you would’ve definitely topped Cyno more frequently when you two were still a couple.
But before you could think about making any other sort of sexy comment to tease him, in the matter of a blink, he put his other hand in your hips and pulled your hips until his dick was shoved deep inside you, causing you to scream in the spot with the shock of being so brutally invaded.
He obviously didn’t wait before he could start going in and out of your hole due to all your teasing, turning the both of you into hungry animals in heat in a matter of seconds. And Cyno was already being so mean to your pussy, fucking it raw and good in your g-spot, a spot your husband probably didn’t even know about… of course it was turning you into some dirty, unrecognizable slut, despite all the hatred you built for him and his abandonment. That’s also why he was being able to keep all his moans to the back of his throat. He wasn’t exactly fucking you the way he likes to. He was entirely determined to satisfy you and your untouched pussy while using the reactions he got out of you to create a really mean porn movie to your future ex-husband to destroy his ego.
“C-Cyno!” You screamed out, trying to somehow get him to slow down, but your silly head had forgotten just how badly Cyno had a kink in dominance.
Why the heck did you decide to provoke him into fucking you? Now your pleas really weren’t going to be heard or attended, actually, they’ll only serve to please him even more. Cyno figured that if he kept fucking you in that pace, you were going to keep screaming his name, so he would purposely keep thrusting you like that just to hear your lewd screams he missed so much.
And with your hands and hips locked into one place, all you could do was simply accept his animality. At least you could watch your husband’s face contorting in anger, gripping his fists on nothing as if he was trying to contain himself from killing either you or Cyno. After all, your pussy was making such lewd, west noises from every thrust, like it was trying to pull Cyno in rather than welcoming him in, that your husband has never heard before. It was like your pussy was screaming to him that Cyno was way better than him. To watch his property being owned by another man and loving how it is manhandled was making him feel worthless as he should feel.
Meanwhile, unlike your husband’s displeasure, those noises were making Cyno absolutely go crazy under his firm, stoic look, begging in his mind for you to reach your orgasm quickly so he could end the scene, quit his little character and really have a moment with you. Sex, love or discussion… he just wanted you. That was just a small appetizer of his feelings. But he was obviously more driven into having sex since he was also his first time ever hearing such noises. He was surprised and proud of himself for knowing that that’s how he’s truly satisfying to you despite the lack of contact between you two and the amount of time away from each other. Of course he wanted to personally savor that out with privacy, where he could be himself rather than a powerful King. Not that Cyno wasn’t good enough back then, but that’s simply what happens when you focus too much on one’s pleasure rather than mutual pleasure. Even if he was trying to focus in you, he couldn’t deny that he was as much aroused as you. He was doing everything he most loved to do in you, how was he supposed to not feel great? Your clothes all messed up and thrown around your body, in his favorite position, all arched down with your buttocks up to receive him, and your mouth crying out his name… Poor Cyno… having to hold his urges back and to keep up a face of someone who was indifferent about fucking your wonderful pussy again was pure torture.
Was that even about your husband anymore? What was Cyno thinking when he created such weird revenge plan? Step 1, arrest Y/N’s husband, step 2, send him to hell, step 3, have sex with Y/N, step 4, have sex with Y/N and step 5, have sex with Y/N? It worked perfectly as expected… but if what if it hadn’t? Would he have to awkwardly give up in the idea of fucking you and have to, instead, spend hours beating your husband up in his cell to compensate all the possible pain he inflicted in you? Just to think of you with more bruises and marks under that beautiful dress made his eyebrows frown, and that’s why he wanted to give you that relief.
“Tell me, Y/N Y/S, have you ever even loved your husband..?” Cyno asked in pure desire for sadism, wanting to watch that scum hurt like never before.
What do you mean someone had the audacity to take advantage of your weaknesses to make you fall in love with them, and then marry you just to make you a punching-bag, house-cleaning slave?
Knowing that you also had sex with him before ached him more than he expected it to. All that beautiful nudity and intimacy belonged to him and only him once, the same way his own nudity and intimacy belonged to you, and now another man knows the feeling of it too… it made him deadly jealous.
But instead of hearing your voice answering him something pleasurable to his ears and submissively too, he heard you scoff.
He had the audacity to call you by your full name like that while fucking you? Had he lost the sense of intimacy too? It turned you off since it made you remember of previous things Cyno did in the past, but it didn’t last long until you were turned back on.
“My full name? Really Cy—?”
SLAP!
“Answer me.” He demanded in a more real, angry tone, squeezing the same buttock he slapped with the hand that was in your hips.
It immediately made your pussy tighten around him and your mind numb your rationality again, turning you back to that hungry whore from before. And now that you were back to loving and desiring Cyno, you answered the most irresponsible thing you could ever say to him.
“N-No! I hate him, I hate him! Because… the only one I love is you…” What a cruel lie you had just spat out that easily. It made Cyno’s hand grip on your hips again like he genuinely wanted to break your bones and turn them into dust.
His pace quickened in a blink, and his breathing turned loud. He still refused to open his mouth and let all those hums and grunts out, so he had to leave that job to his nose, which was now letting out high-pitched blows that made you smirk in satisfaction.
Making both men you despised the most hurt this bad because of you… no woman would ever deny such opportunity!
“F-Fuck! Cyno!” You moaned out to him, feeling your pussy tighten around him in desperation for any balance between you and his relentless speed.
“That’s it… keep screaming my name like that and show him just how independent you are.” Cyno praised you while he felt his dick ache for more of your pussy, still hiding his enormous arousal behind that stoic look.
But his eyes were barely blinking at this point. They were stoned in you, although he was trying to pretend they weren’t. It was so obvious that he was loving every bit of that moment… it made you want more of that pathetic version of Cyno.
“YOU ASSHOLE..!” Your husband still had the confidence to insult Cyno somehow.
“Asshole..?” Cyno turned his eyes to the man, pretending to be moved by his words, but giggled right afterwards, proud of what he was doing. “You haven’t even seen half of it and you’re complaining about it like a little kid.” You felt Cyno’s hand run around your body until they were at the ends of your hair.
He curled your locks around his fist some extra times to make the pull less painful to you. But there you were, being manhandled by him, pulled until your sweaty back was rubbing against his chest. He decided to not hurt you poor hips anymore and instead, to show some of his love to other parts of your body he really missed. That’s why you felt your hair fall to your back again, his hand caressing the corners of your right breast, who have been untouched this entire time, and his lips savoring your jawline.
Yet, he was still holding your wrists together. It was hurting you, but the pleasure he was punching inside you was being able to numb your nerves out of it.
Cyno refused to let your husband see any more of your nudity, although he wanted to tease him by messing with it right in front of him, but the shame you were going through was already enough. So, unfortunately, he decided to play with your breasts with that annoying cloth of your dress on top of them. Luckily he still perfectly remembers how soft they felt under it. He could even swear that they’ve grown in his absence, or maybe he had really just missed grabbing on your boobs while absolutely eating your neck out.
You heard your husband whimper and grunt under his breath in agony of seeing Cyno act twice as mean as before. Touching such sacred places that were making you squirm in pleasure. And Cyno was staring at him so proudly while sucking your skin, wanting to watch every single expression of agony of his for his own entertainment.
The view he had created of you was perfect. Being held stuck in place while being so relentlessly fucked and for so long too, by a man who you apparently ‘hated’, but still loving every single bit of it. It was working perfectly and it was all turning him on like hell, but he had to keep denying his orgasm to reach yours. God, why is it so harder to make a woman cum? It was so easy to have Cyno cumming his soul out of his dick like a nasty dog when you two were a couple. He was desperate for that, to apologize, get back to you and have you under him like that again, taking him orgasm inside you. The world could be burning outside and he’d still keep savoring that little pussy of yours he has been lusting for, for over 5 years now. He just… regretted that stupid choice of his that bad. Leaving everyone behind helped him to focus more in his newest duty indeed, but how did he allow himself to do that so closely? How did he think that maybe another woman would show up and make him fall in love with her? Or that another man would make you forget about him? Of course no one compares to you. None of those princesses and duchesses understood him as much as you did. His jokes, his obsession with TCG, his desires… none of them cared about those, only for the king title he held. You, Tighnari, AlHaitham and everyone else in the city understood those. You didn’t sleep with Cyno because you wanted to get pregnant with his kids and get the title of ‘Queen’ as soon as possible, you did it because you loved him. After all, you were the only person that has ever accepted the kinks he likes. Those other women would act disgusted and even terrified of the idea of him being rougher than the necessary. He couldn’t find real pleasure in any of them, they all eventually brought him to stop thrusting in the middle of sex. The royal life really sucked as people said. To find no real fun because of duty, and watch everyone he used to know getting over him. When he found out about your marriage was like if someone stabbed his heart and twisted it upside down. It took you a single year to replace his spot in your heart for another man? He couldn’t blame you, but he was still heartbroken. He literally couldn’t even feel pleasure in other women if they weren’t acting you or if he wasn’t thinking about you during it.
He was so heartbroken that he went to your marriage and watched you from a hidden spot. He couldn’t believe you were genuinely replacing him in such short matter of time. But there you were, in that beautiful dress, gorgeous makeup, sweet voice saying ‘yes’, kissing that same man he was torturing right now so passionately. The jealousy made him sick to the stomach. He couldn’t bear to watch it all and accept that his actions were obviously going to have consequences… that he wasn’t the one waiting for in the altar, kissing you and hearing all those claps and cheers. Thankfully, Tighnari made sure he really wasn’t welcome. He liked you too much to let Cyno possibly ruin what was supposed to be one of the best days and decisions of your life.
“She’s over you, Cyno, forget about it! You’ve hurt her and everyone else enough! If you try talking to her at this moment, it’ll just hurt the both of you more AND her relationship with that man. Please… just get out.”
Cyno grunted in stress. Reminding himself of those days was almost taking his focus out of his objective and the fact that you were indeed letting yourself to be fucked by him once again, even if you were still acting a little mean to him.
He knows he doesn’t deserve it. He knows he corrupted you into it… but he still had a little spark of hope that you were really being serious about letting him give you pleasure or about how you told him you loved him.
He needed you to still love him.
Cyno took his head out of your jaw and looked down at the mess he was doing between your organs to forget all that negativity. He could confirm right there that was the wettest pussy he had ever fucked. He thought the mushy noises was all that was new, but he wasn’t expecting to see a creamy ring in the end of his own cock, to a point where it was mostly white. And there was also the beauty of your pussy all stretched out and swollen to receive him. Were you really feeling thar good because of him? There was no way. Cyno licked his lips. He really wanted to smirk at the scene and worship just how well you were doing, but he couldn’t. Instead, he just fisted your boob tighter, trying to express his feelings to you with physicality.
And he couldn’t wait to be done with his task to tell you that and so many more things.
“Cyno~! I’m going to—..!” Your poor little self couldn’t even finish a sentence due to the overstimulation breaking you down.
“Do it, Y/N. Show him how he’s irrelevant… how he can’t make no woman feel good.” He ordered to you out loud, causing your body to squirm in excitement of his harshness and to watch your husband so broken.
His hand circling your breast gave up on that concept and decided to hold your jaw. He pushed it upwards, making sure it was were locked in an awkward position and open to let all those slutty moans of yours to come out of you and make his message even clearer, although it meant he wouldn’t be hearing his name coming out of it anymore.
He heard enough, didn’t he?
But it didn’t matter.
“Cum.”
Cyno’s dominant voice was like a switch to your poor cunt, who immediately begun exploding cum around him. When he started feeling something cheesy coming down right from your cervix while you started to squirm and scream in ecstasy, he pulled away immediately too. He had the intentions of fucking you over and over, until all the cum generated was running down to the floor, but thankfully all he needed was that single round. It was lovely in his eyes. Nothing was more pleasing than pulling out his duck from you and watching your pussy leaking out all those mixed liquids from between your folds so slowly and seductively, like it was begging for more sex. You had only went through one round, but the results of it made it look like you’d gone through five. Cyno urged to suck every single drop of it and swallow it, or fill you up with his own orgasm until there was a bulge in your stomach, but watching it cream all the way down to the floor and making loud whenever a drop fell to the ground, showing the density of your orgasm, was fun enough.
Your body was trembling, sometimes quivering in agony of cumming so hard. It really felt like your body had been really stocking it up for all these months or even years for the next time you felt real pleasure.
And once again, Cyno was the reason why you felt such relieving ecstasy. Not your husband, or anyone else… him.
“And that’s how you make a woman truly submissive to you… Punches are only a temporary way to do it that will never make her want to become more submissive to you.” Cyno let go of your jaw, and used the same hand to lift up your dress, showing all three men your nudity in such awkward state, still not letting go of your wrists. “The entire point of submission is to do it because you get something in return. Punches aren’t a prize, so why keep trying to reach perfection? She might’ve said horrible things about me, and I don’t blame her, but those are useless if you can’t get her to praise you. That’s why she still cums so hard with me. I can give her whatever she wants and the double of it. You can’t.” Cyno giggled at the man while running a finger around the cum mess he had created, appreciating it like it was a masterpiece.
Cyno couldn’t back his will to smirk anymore. The feeling of knowing all of that pleasure you felt was only possible with him and only him was unbearable. He was pretty much done with his roleplay anyway so now he could finally express his pride.
“I hope you’re happy, Y/N…” Your husband said with a low tone to you, scoffing at the horrific event that had just happened, pretending his ego wasn’t burning him alive. “You just fucked your ex like an animal in heat… after all you’ve said about him to me… how you hated him, how you despised him, how he was so cruel to you… how I was better. But I bet my house you would’ve gagged in his cock right now like a baby goat sucks its mother’s breasts if he asked you to do so…” He look at you deep down in your eyes while insulting your person, which made simply look away in some shame, finally beginning to wake up to reality again. “You’re a pathetic slut, Y/N, I feel disgusted in knowing that I married you one day. You can go ahead and annul our marriage. I don’t fucking care. I would’ve never done it if I knew how easy it would be to lose you for some cock. You are a useless wife. I feel bad for the King to be in love with you.” You heard Cyno sigh from behind, then letting you go to walk towards the man while buttoning his pants back to normal.
You simply stared at him and processed all those words. You were mad at the way he talked to you, of course, but it also made you get mad at yourself… at what you allowed yourself to commit with Cyno.
Sex was over. Pleasure was over.
Cyno had still committed many sins to you.
“You’re really going to be a tough case, aren’t you?” Cyno kicked him in his chin, causing him to fall in his back.
“Argh!!” He grunted in pain while Cyno kept stepping on him. It made you feel like vomiting. All that violence… all that convincing he used to make you accept his idea... And you probably would’ve done it even if Cyno was also looking for his own orgasm there.
“If you think you’re able to make me feel offended, you really need some beating back to reality.” Cyno paused for a moment, feeling all that anger he got from his words slowly fade away. “I’ll see you again in a couple of hours. Guards, take him back to the dungeons.” Cyno started walking back to you gently while the guards begun dragging the man out of the room while he tried to fight back and protest.
When he was close enough, he offered you a hand to stand up, and you decided to accept, although you were triggered by your husband’s words. You both remained awkwardly quiet while waiting for the doors to close while Cyno ran a hand through some parts of your hair, fixing it after being so aggressive to it.
And as soon as the cranky noises were done and a loud bang echoed around the room, Cyno leaned closer to you.
“I’m still not done with you.” He whispered in your ear before immediately jumping his mouth to your neck and his hands in your body.
You quivered with his actions. You weren’t expecting him to start anything like that, so you couldn’t hold him back, but you definitely did not want him to put his mouth in your neck and lick it until it was wet with with his saliva.
“H-Hey!” You screamed to him, who firmly ignored you and kept going for it. “Stop!” You tried pushing him away by his shoulders.
“Please… just once more…” He begged with a hoarse, desperate voice while his hands roamed down to your buttocks under your dress, squeezing them tight when he reached them.
Cyno missed doing that so much. Although he had just done it while he fucked you, he wanted to worship them way more.
“Cyno! Stop it!” You attempted kicking him away from you.
“I promise I’ll make you like it, but please—” He kept trying but your instincts as a woman finally went out of their cage for security measures.
“STOP!” You screamed in pure fear, causing Cyno to finally stone his body in place.
He wanted you badly, but he didn’t want you if you didn’t desire him. If you were going to keep screaming for him to stop instead of begging him to go faster in you just brought him discomfort.
He pulled away, watching you immediately undo his hand around you and fix your dress and underwear once again.
“Y/—” He tried calling you out, but you were immediately triggered to madness.
SLAP!
Cyno accepted the slap politely like it was wind.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” You screamed at him, who simply looked down and placed a hand on the cheek you smacked to ease the slight pain.
You had never done something like that to him, so it was definitely shocking to him.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized, finally creating courage to look at you again.
You scoffed at how stoically short he was being with that apology. The stress of it made you shake your head, trying to let it go and not take over your mind.
“I have to go.” You spoke in a serious tone again, beginning to walk from the room quickly, which caught him off guard.
“Wait!” He immediately held your wrist when you passed through him, making inertia almost make you fall.
“What do you want?!” You looked back at him angry, while he just had a sad puppy expression in his face.
“Where are you heading off to..?!” He asked in desperation.
“I’m going home, of course!” You tried freeing your worst from him, but he didn’t let you go.
“Oh, Y/N, please!” He got on his knees and held your hand in a position where he could smooch it gently multiple times. “Stay here! I want to talk to you… to be with you… literally anything as long as you stay with me!” He specified what he wanted, shaking your hand while acting like a beggar.
“But I don’t want to! Especially not after what you did!” You looked at him like your roles in society had switched. You were the queen and he was the peasant. “I’m still so fucking mad at you, I can’t believe I allowed you to fucking have sex with me!” You complained to yourself.
“I know, and that’s why I want you to stay, Y/N! I want to apologize and redeem you for everything I’ve done to you and everything you’ve been through this time! You just said you still loved me… so, please, let me love you back.” He got up still holding your hands gently close to his mouth like he was ready to smooch it if you said ‘yes’.
“Are you kidding me, Cyno..?! That was me under the effects of sex! I was kinky and I let that out! It meant nothing! I do not love you! In fact, I really want to punch you in the face right now!” You vented a tiny parcel of your feelings to him that barely cut his heart in half.
“Then do it! Punch me, but at least let me tell you just how regretful I am! I know you want to hear it, Y/N, don’t you?! I regret it! I regret it all!” Your heart ached, wishing it could take those words seriously. “I want to be your friend, or boyfriend, or even more again! I want to be friends with everyone again! I want to go back to the city and drink with everyone in the bar while playing TCG! I really, really miss it all and I couldn’t regret it more…” He begun tearing up as he expressed his grief.
You remained quiet for some seconds, appreciating Cyno’s honesty and will to let himself to be honest with his deepest feelings. But you couldn’t reciprocate him.
You sighed, and prepared yourself to break his heart.
“I know, Cyno… I missed it too.” He looked at you with some hope that you would accept him back to your life, slightly turning your hands loose. “But you still refused me and everyone else when we missed you. It’s only fair for us to do the same now… after you have completely broken our hearts. I’m not doing this out of spite for you, Cyno… I really just don’t want to look at you right now.” You took the opportunity of his loose hands to shake it away of his grip and turn away from him to begin opening the golden doors, causing a tear to finally run down his cheek, and many others.
“Y/N, come on… you said it! We just had sex! That can’t mean nothing! Please, let me have a chance to say what I want to say and must say!” He followed you from behind as you walked your way out of that castle and trying to ignore his words.
“Well, thanks for the orgasm, Cyno, but that really wasn’t about you.” You tried remaining a stoic tone while you two walked through his beautiful gardens.
Thankfully, the room where his throne was wasn’t too far from one of the castle’s many gates, so you wouldn’t need to keep listening to Cyno’s annoying whimpering in your ears for too long.
“Y/N… please..! Don’t go..!” He held you by your shoulder when he saw you touching the small gate you were going after.
“No, Cyno! Accept it!” You screamed at him again, slapping his hand away from yours. “Your choices have consequences!” You paused for a moment to breathe in and out. “I’m exhausted. Please… I need some rest.” You stated, way more calm than before, rubbing your palm through your forehead, trying to ease your growing headache.
He was so ready to beg you to stay once again, but before he spoke, he shut his lips and breathed in and out too while holding tighter in your shoulders for a moment.
Then… he let you go.
“Ok…” He finally accepted it.
You took a last look at him, feeling a little bad for his desperation. But everytime you allowed yourself to feel bad for him, you remembered how he didn’t feel bad for you when it was your turn… or did he..?
… You didn’t want to think about it now…
“Goodbye, Cyno.” You finally turned away from him and opened the gates.
“W-Wait…” He jumped closer to you, but decided to not touch you.
“What..?” You didn’t want to look backwards.
“Your… Your Tahchin was great… really great.” He scratched the back of his neck while praising you.
“…Thanks.” You still refused to look back at him and finally walked away in a rhythm that wouldn’t let him possibly stop you with his voice again.
.
Your home felt awkwardly empty, and you were glad about it.
There wasn’t a man keeping you hostage in your own comfort place anymore. Now it was just you waking up in that bed, cooking breakfast, cleaning the mess of the kitchen, and taking care of the little garden in the tiny front yard of the home. Unfortunately, you didn’t plan to keep the home to yourself although it was a really beautiful place. All the horrible things you went through inside it made it look ugly. But you definitely planned to burn everything that belonged to your husband. Even after rejecting Cyno, you couldn’t deny he woke you up about your husband in a way. He made you realize you were never really trapped and that your husband didn’t really mean anything to you... you didn’t feel embarrassed to be fucked in front of him anyway. He was fun in the beginning, but after he switched his real, narcissistic personality, your heart just went back to how it was 5 years ago, a heartbroken woman. You wished you could feel the same way about your husband towards Cyno, but everything between them was too different. You couldn’t just start hating him after so many years of love and appreciation like a light switching turning in and off. And… you were grateful that he did something about your husband’s violence in the end of the day.
If he hadn’t done anything about it, you would’ve probably ended up killing yourself due to the insanity your husband was brining you to have.
You sighed. That ‘old’, vulnerable Y/N was becoming an embarrassing memory to you. You were changing, and that black eye was the main metaphor for it to you. It had almost fully disappeared from your eye, only leaving a purple mark under them that could he easily covered with makeup. No man would ever treat you with disrespect again. Not even your mixed feelings towards Cyno would let him act the way he did to get your legs to spread, nor a man that’s twice your size would harm you. You are a human too, not some sort of toy.
That’s why you’re making coffee. You wanted to feel like you owned something, to feel more awake in that Saturday morning and occupy your mind with other things you had to do now that you were going to get your marriage annulled and the house sold.
Knock knock
Your head turned to your door immediately.
The thought of it being something unpleasant surrounded your mind in a blink. It could be Cyno or his guards, a neighbor asking about your husband, a friend wanting to visit you in the worst time possible ever.
Although you wanted to tell them about everything that happened, you knew it’d bring you to cry a river of tears. You were too exhausted for that.
But you couldn’t let whoever was out waiting, it would be unnecessarily impolite of you.
“Good morning, lady. Are you Y/N Y/S?” The guard in fancy, golden armor asked to you when you opened the door.
You sighed in disappointment.
“Yes. Yes, I am.” You admitted. You didn’t have anywhere to run anyway.
“Here. A letter from the King.” He handed you a white paper envelope with a golden stamp that marked it was really a letter from Cyno.
“Thank you. Have a good day.” You grabbed the letter gently and immediately closed the door right in front of the guard.
Sigh.
He really didn’t want to let go, did he?
But you had no choice but to open that envelope and pull the document from it open.
.
Y/N Y/S,
This is an oficial letter from the King’s office.
The King requires your presence at his castle today by 8:30 PM. If you come earlier, in time, or tardy, the guards are still going to open the gates for you. If you are really tardy, in attempt to be absent or not, guards will be sent to bring you here by force. If you cannot come for another reason (such as an illness or a trip), please try to warn the office in advance by sending this letter back to us with your motif down here.
______________________________________
Have a good day,
The King’s office’s secretary
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You couldn’t help but scratch your eyes. You had the entire routine for the week prepared, but Cyno simply goes ahead and fucks it up. And the fact that he knew that you were tired and needed a break, but still was going to force you to come to his castle pissed you off. Unfortunately, if you wrote ‘I need a break’ as a motif to not come, guards would still be sent since it isn’t a ‘good reason’ according to law or to Cyno’s needs.
But the thing that most called out your attention in the letter was the giant, cursive writing in the bottom of the letter.
Please come
Of course it was Cyno’s classic, big and beautiful handwriting, and of course he wanted you to come back to him as soon as possible.
Well, you couldn’t deny you wanted to hear what he possibly had to say for an apology, could you? But just the thought of going there and having to stare at those puppy eyes of his and tolerate his desperate behavior made you feel lazy and tired.
And, oh God, the amount of work you will probably have to do to keep that man from fucking you dry again will not be easy at all…
it’s your roommate’s special day and he’s requested only one gift: to unwrap his favorite ‘present’ as many times as he desires and you look forward to granting every last one of his wishes
📝: black fem!reader, roommate!eren, more free use + pure, utter filth (PWOP bc I don’t have the time tbh), breeding, lots of dirty talk, face fucking, squirting, bondage, pet play themes, collar + leash, heavy sub/dom, rough sex, spit play, so many themes, I’d be here all day
wc: 2.2K
🎙️: idk when (or if) y’all will see this but happiest of birthdays to my fav crash out and the only aries man I’ll ever love. my (second BD) eren! I miss writing regularly, specifically for him and feel like I’m losing my touch (school has truly defeated me) but I hope y’all enjoy it nonetheless.
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March 30th. A date that seemed synonymous with being a holiday…it was certainly a joyous occasion for one man. Who’d not only get to celebrate another orbit around the sun and the privilege of getting to see another year, but who would do so alongside someone he cherished dearly. 24 full hours filled with nothing but things that would bring him immense happiness and nothing would elicit that quite like having you around to help him enjoy his birthday..in more ways than one!..
“Mmmmph!—oh fuck…’m so deep in your fucking throat, baby and you’re not even gagging. What the hell..
a deep, groggy tone and nasally whimpers filled the desolate bedroom. An area that once was only utilized for sleeping because the right girl hadn’t come along in some time was now the platform for all of Eren’s filthy, depraved inner thoughts. All of which he planned to enact with (y/n), his pretty little roommate throughout the course and duration of the day. You were the most ideal gift a man could ask for..that cunt twitching at the sound of his praise and that puckering asshole suctioned around the metal plug stuffed inside of it. Courtesy of him coming into your room earlier this morning and shoving it in. Along with the first of many loads of warm seed he had poured inside of you today. It was something he did very often..sneaking into your bed to have his way with you as you remained in blissfully unaware slumber. There were times that you’d wake up to the sensation of his cum spilling out of you or wetness splattering your thighs because he’d fingered you in your sleep and those juices subconsciously spilled out. It seemed rather creepy and odd to do such a thing but you absolutely loved it! That much apparent by all of the salacious posts on your accounts all but begging him to.
hence why you were seated on your knees, thighs clenched together to avoid pathetically rutting yourself against his shoe and those big brown doe eyes fixated up at him. (Y/N) had been sporting a pink silk apron with not a single article of clothing underneath with the exception of thigh high socks; the color meshing beautifully with that decadent brown skin..luscious as ever. Long black hair flowing across your shoulders with a bang cascading over your forehead. Around your throat was a pink collar with a thin iridescent chain that was currently clenched around his tattooed knuckles to maneuver you as he saw fit. Satin lined ties binding your wrists in front of you so that he maintained full control. Looking so innocuous yet your head was filled with tons of equally disgusting thoughts. It was a fantasy he’d often dreamt about; watching a beautiful girl be domesticated just for him. Willing to cater to his every whim while looking absolutely stunning doing so. It was his birthday after all and you wanted to make it as special as possible. He did for you on the regular so it was only natural you return the favor. Even if it meant being fucked senseless on any surface at any given time, regardless of how exhausted you were! You’d been in the kitchen attempting to bake him a cake when he all but whisked you away and decided to take his treat early. Holding the end of that chain and making you crawl to him with that ass poking up in the air. He’d never seen something so sexy before in his entire life. If it wouldn’t have been such a damn shame, he would’ve combusted on the spot.
“Fuuuck..you’re doing so good, princess. Just like that..eat that fucking dick up f’r me. Oh my gosh..yes. You must want all of this cum, huh?”
seated on the bed before you, sporting nothing but black sweats that had been shuffled to his thighs with his legs spread far apart, Eren would gently tug that chain and buck his hips upward. Holding your head in place whilst meeting it with rough thrusts.
“Mmmph..fuck, of course you do. I’m just gonna keep fucking this pretty throat until I nut in it. You can take it..”
Peering over the rim of his glasses, Eren gazed down at you with full adoration..in complete awe of how you abandoned every ounce of your morals to please him. Needless to say, he was madly in love with you! He’d make good on his word when you’d feel that pulsating twitch and that same warm sensation gliding down from your jaws. Holding your head down and forcing you to swallow every drip of his seed. He’d begin to convulse and whimper, bucking his hips with a rough pace..spurting out strings of semen; even holding you in place to empty the remnants of his swollen balls into your mouth. He’d cry out, whimpering and moaning until his head would roll back onto his shoulders. For the moment, all he could do was laugh and be in awe of how amazing you were.
“Mmmm..shit. Lemme look at you..wanna see that pretty face covered.” That’s when he’d take his fingertip underneath your chin and hoist your face up. Only to be greeted by a beaming smile and those plump lips coated and smeared with precum and saliva. He’d mark your cheeks with a couple slaps before depressing your tongue using those digits and lobbying saliva into your mouth. Long strings and tiny speckles filled your tongue and you’d graciously beg for more.
“Harder, please.”
“Yeah? You like when I slap you, baby? Treat you like my little whore?..”
“Yes! Fuck..do it again.”
There was something insatiable about the both of you at the moment. The incessant urge to fuck his little toy and yours to get pounded into oblivion had reached its limit. Shoving those fingers in and out once more, he’d finally retract and replace it with his lips; pulling you into a sloppy kiss.
“C’mere..I gotta fuck you, like right now..” almost so desperate that it was adorable and funny. He’d hoist you by the restrained hands before placing you onto his mattress..pinning your legs back behind your head until you were folded. He’d grasp that chain tightly, kneeling down into the memory foam before tapping that juicy slit with the tip of his cock. It was aching and practically begging to feel your tight walls clenching around him.
“Pull my head down please..I love watching it slide in.” That sweet little voice of yours could sway him to commit murder if you desired it and without hesitation, he’d oblige. “Of course, gorgeous. Whatever you want.”
Taking that chain once more, he’d tug into you and have a perfect view of that shaft beginning to disappear between into that tight hole. Still a bit sensitive from that orgasm before, he’d make home inside of you before releasing a loud groan. You truly did bring out his worst. Leaning down, he’d clutch your throat and initiate another kiss before beginning to move. The sensation of that first thrust elicited a sharp gasp from you both simultaneously but staring into your eyes whilst getting to drill your shit was all the motivation he needed to push through.
“You’re so fucking tight..no wonder I can’t stop breeding you. Goddamn..”
(Y/N)’s breath would catch in your throat as those deep strokes slowly infiltrated your soft folds. The feeling was indescribable. That hard, thick cock stretching you open; swollen mushroom tip only inches away from your spot already and the result was silky cream pooling around his shaft. He wasn’t much in the way of being gentle today..he needed to break his pretty little slut! So much so, Eren had found himself with one foot planted on the bed in order to get deep as possible.
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s the fucking spot. That pussy feels amazing…you’re creaming too..I love it.”
But he wasn’t the only one feeling the effects..as you were clawing at his abs with those bound wrists ringling around.
“You get me so fucking wet, I swear— ‘s so deep in me, gonna make me come..”
“You like when I dig you out, gorgeous? Look how you keep sucking me back in..”
“Yes daddy, I love it when you fuck this tight pussy.”
at that moment, drool would begin seeping down the corners of your mouth and that fucked out state would fall cast over your face; that tongue wagging and jolting. Your body jolted back and forth, meeting his thrusts..those veiny, inked hands groping your plump tits and ripping them out of the confines of that apron in a matter of seconds. He loved how soft and pillowy they looked bouncing around. He could remain in this like this forever with you and never grow tired. Fastening the grip on that chain, Eren would pull you closer once more and quicken his pace. He’d speed up and feed you deeper, much rougher strokes.
“And I love when you call me that…makes me wanna get your pretty ass pregnant. That’ll be the best present ever.”
letting out a soft cackle, he’d shove his fingers in your mouth..thrusting them in and out to pacify your loud moans. It was honestly such a beautiful sight..watching the subtle tears flow down your cheek and that smile stretch across your lips. He wanted this to be the memory imprinted in his mind when he thought back to his birthday. Seeing you happy, those sweet eyes staring back at him full of adoration and lust, not to mention getting the privilege of doing all of these salacious things with you.
“But first, I need you to come on this dick, baby..make that shit squirt for me.” In a subtle motion, he’d reach down to unfasten your rope, freeing your hands for the sole purpose of aiding him. Those rough strokes began to penetrate your spot to draw it forth. Meanwhile, he didn’t even need to instruct you on what to do next.
“There you go, rub that fucking clit, bitch. Get yourself there f’r me.” Fully aware of just how turned on being called out of your name got you. He certainly didn’t make a habit of it outside of sex but here, nothing was off limits and he knew that you’d do anything to please him. So much so, that you’d plead for more strings of saliva in between your jaws to slicken up that swollen bud. Your chest, still being groped by his palms, began to heave and you’d cry out his name as you felt that climax only seconds away from barreling out.
“Oh God! ‘m coming, daddy, fuck fuck!—“ in that moment, it was as if everything in the room faded to black and the world stopped moving momentarily. The only thing you could feel was a damp warmth forming underneath you as those streams of juices spilled all over the place. Shooting directly against his abs and so powerful, it sent that plug flying out of your other entrance.
“Aw, there you go, baby, I know. I know it feels amazing..you earned that nut, you’ve worked so hard for it.” Talking you through that insane orgasm as you struggled to come back to reality. Once you did however, you’d find yourself rewarded with a barrage of sloppy kisses. Whispering sweet nothings and ‘I love you’s’ through the sound of your soft cries, he'd wipe those tears from underneath your eyes and make certain that you were alright.
“Here, let’s take a break. Let me grab you some water.” Traipsing over to the nightstand as he struggled to capture his own breath. Retrieving the cool liquid, he’d tilt it back and let it flow into your mouth..swallowing the much needed source of hydration.
“Good girl, there you go. Just breathe for me..” that deep voice so stern yet comforting. It was no wonder you fell apart and would give anything to live in his skin!
“I-I’m sorry! I came so hard—“ but he was quick to denounce your apology. You’d done nothing but everything he’d asked today, even at the expense of his own bedsheets. Gently caressing yiur cheek, Eren would chuckle and reassure you that it was all fine. Because not only was this the best celebration he could’ve possibly asked for…
“..hey, it’s alright, princess. You’ve been incredible. Please don’t be sorry, I’m so proud of you right now. I love you so much. Thank you for making this birthday so special.”
but because little did you know…
“Besides, we’ve got plenty of time for you to rest. I’m just getting started..I haven’t even gotten the chance to do all of the nasty shit I want to. Just wait.”
𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄-𝐓𝐎-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄, 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄-𝐓𝐎-𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄
Yandere Married Boss x Secretary Reader
⟡ AN: RAHHH. IT'S FINALLY HERE. This took me way longer then it should have but I'm really proud of it. The title is a reference to this song if you care. Enjoy.
⟡ TW: 18+ ONLY, NON-CON, Older Male/Younger Female (mid 30s, mid 20s), Abuse of power (Boss/Employee), Infidelity, Face-Sitting, Cunnilingus, Switch Man, Switch Woman, PIV sex, Manipulation, Roofies, Kidnapping, Mentions of Divorce, Mentions of Pregnancy
Every quarter, your company’s HR department sends out an employee satisfaction survey, and every quarter when you reach the “What is your favorite part of working for our company?” question, your answer is the same.
You love the community. Your colleagues are respectful and hardworking; willing to go the extra mile to ensure deadlines are met. You feel as though your work contributes to something larger and that your efforts don’t go unnoticed by your employers.
Very cute. Very professional. It would be the perfect answer if it wasn’t all bullshit.
Your coworkers are fine, but not worth a twenty minute commute and shitty benefits. What actually keeps you slugging into work every morning is far less… admirable. It isn’t something you could write on a company survey without consequences, at least.
Your favorite part of your job is bouncing on your boss's cock.
You never intended to be an office siren. When you applied for the job all you wanted was to make rent. This was your first “adult” job, so in adult fashion, you tried to keep things professional.
Emphasis on tried.
It's just... how could you work to your fullest when you were spending all day fantasizing about those toned forearms pinning you down? How were you supposed to answer emails when you were busy wondering if he looked better in or out of his suit? Everyday he sat five feet away from you looking so pent-up and fuckable, could you really be blamed for getting distracted? The hit to your productivity was a detriment to the company. You were just being a responsible employee by fixing the issue.
Yes, he’s ten years your senior. Yes, there’s a blaring ethical issue with a boss fucking his secretary. But he’s a man of childrearing age and you’re a fertile young woman; it’s not your fault you have biological urges.
Besides, it’s not like he’s absolved from blame. You certainly don’t force him to lie down on the couch in his office and pull you onto his face. The desire for you to cum on his nose is entirely his own.
“Fuck, Y/N.” his groan vibrates up into your core, pulling the knot in your stomach tight. One rough hand lies at your waist, following your hips as they roll against his mouth. The other works at his perked up cock, lazily tugging up and down as he devours your cunt. “That’s it baby, ride my fuckin’ nose.”
He’s been at it for nearly half your lunch break now, lapping and sucking at your folds in lieu of his actual meal - not that you’re complaining. How could you, when his tongue is so adamant? It flicks through your folds greedily to earn more of your juice, savoring the salty-sweet taste he’s become so addicted to. Every slurp, lap and suck is catered specifically to your preferences.
You've done well with him. When you first took him under your wing he’d never even eaten pussy before, in fact, he’d only ever slept with two women. Not for lack of desire, he told you, he just never had the time or confidence to flirt in his twenties. Before he knew it, time got away from him and he was past the age where hookups are deemed socially acceptable.
Your heart broke for him. A man as handsome as him shouldn't be having mediocre sex. So you, being the selfless woman you are, offered to help him make up for lost time.
It only took one blowjob for him to overlook the ethics of the situation.
With a gentle hand, patience, and lots of encouragement, you’ve turned the businessman into a first rate manslut. He fucks and eats pussy like a veteran now and he’s always eager to get more practice, he drags you onto his face nearly every time he calls you into his office.
He’s come a long, long way, your little pet project.
Inadvertently, you thrust your hips forward, grinding your clit against the bridge of his nose. His tongue burrows itself into your hole, and that’s enough to send you over the edge. Your belly goes taut, your thighs clamp around his ears and you bite your lip to stifle your scream as the contractions roll through your body. Each one sets off fireworks. Fizzing and popping like sparklers in your tummy. Mind-numbing, toe-curling, perfection.
He’s an absolute mess when you climb off of his face. Completely blissed out, face dripping with juices and saliva, glistening in the light pouring through the window. The collar of his pristine white dress shirt is drenched and wrinkled, most likely ruined, but he doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. No, his hungry eyes haven't left that cute little mound between your legs.
“Bend over the desk.” he growls, leaving a smack on your ass as you pull yourself up, and despite the sting you can’t help but smile at his confidence. He’s a far cry from the man he was before you got your hands on him.
You decide to reward him with a little show; swaying your hips teasingly as your stilettos click across the floor, obediently laying yourself over the smooth mahogany, keeping a light arch in your back so he has a nice view of your ass.
You smile coyly at his reddened face, “You coming, Boss?”
His adam's apple bobs and he makes his way over, eyes dark and dilated, cock leaking beads he positions himself between your legs.
“We only have fifteen minutes before my lunch ends,” you purr, “You think that’s enough time to make us both cum?”
"That’s more than enough~" he growls, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking back so he can purr in your ear, "Do you want my cock in this tight little cunt, Y/N? Do you want me to fill you up?"
You frantically nod, accentuating the act with an exaggerated whimper and needy roll of your hips.
"Beg for it then." he hisses.
If you were in a sadistic mood you might test how long you could make him hold out, but you feel like indulging him today, so you look back at him all teary and doe-eyed. "Please, please, please, Sir. I need your thick cock in my tight little cunt! I can't - Ah! - I can't take it anymore!"
A loud groan tumbles past his lips as he lines himself up, tracing the fat head up and down your slit, “Slutty thing. That’s alright baby, I’ll give you what you—”
The clink of something falling off his desk interrupts the thought. The object in question rolls a few feet across the wood floor before wobbling in circles and finally lying flat.
His wedding band glitters innocently in the afternoon sun, silently mocking its owner and his mistress.
Ah, the elephant in the room.
Yes, you know he’s married. If the ring wasn’t enough of a tell, the picture of the two of them on his desk is. He's about a decade younger in it, grinning wide as she presses a kiss to his cheek. They took it in France during their honeymoon, he told you.
You’ve never met his wife, but you can tell from the picture that she’s the quintessential college sweetheart. The type of girl who’s never drank, smoked or had a cavity. The kind of girl you propose too at the park and settle down with in a white picket fence suburban neighborhood. The kind of girl who says “Not tonight, honey.” when you ask to have sex at the end of a stressful day.
In layman's terms, she's boring.
And clearly, she isn’t taking care of him correctly. He was so obviously pent up when you started flirting with him, just a glimpse of your cleavage was all it took to get him rock hard.
Of course it’s morally reprehensible, but you could argue that making him work his dull 9-5 everyday for nothing in return is wrong too. Somebody had to help the guy out. If she wasn’t going to do her job then you’d have to do it for her.
The guilt nearly killed him at first. The day after the first blowjob he dragged you into his office and furiously—or maybe desperately—started pacing up and down the room. Giving you the “We can’t do this. For Christ’s sake Y/N, I’m married.” speech, whether he was lecturing you or himself, you aren’t entirely sure.
Still, you listened patiently as he rambled, and eventually you decided it was best to back off. It was a disappointment for sure but you'd get over it. You were too hot to be meddling in people's marriages anyway.
At least directly meddling.
You didn’t make any more blatant advances, but you did start wearing dresses and skirts that fell a tad too short to be considered work appropriate. The necklines of your tops started plunging too, showing off as much cleavage as you could without HR getting up your ass. And you suddenly became very clumsy. “Accidentally” dropping things whenever he was around, or leaning over his desk just enough to give him a nice look down your shirt.
Five days. He only lasted five days before he pulled you into his office, all but begging on his knees for you to fuck him.
And well, you aren’t to blame if he’s the one who instigated.
You watched with a smug grin as he slipped off his wedding band and took off his pants, wasting no time straddling his lap and sinking down on that poor, needy cock. You rode him like a mechanical bull, chest filled with pride as you looked at that stupid picture of him and his wife. The victory made your orgasm all the more sweet.
You always get what you want in the end.
Despite your literal and metaphorical grip on his balls, however, his wife remains a thorn in your side. Your boss has gone completely soft staring at that dumb ring, thinking of his dumb wife who probably couldn’t suck a dick to save her life. No wonder he’s cheating, the bitch pisses you off and you’ve never even met her.
Holding back an exasperated sigh, you give his tie a gentle tug, shifting your expression to something soft and comforting as he turns back, gently tracing your thumb along his jawline, stopping at his chin to gently tilt it up. And though he obeys the silent command, the shame swimming in his eyes makes your smile waver.
It irks you, for some reason, how upset he is by this. Maybe that’s selfish. Maybe you should have more sympathy, but you can’t push past the desire to keep him for yourself. You may have won, but did you really if his heart is still hers?
That’s something to address another time. Getting him hard again takes precedence right now, you’re not going to let that bitch get between you and his dick.
You pull yourself off of his desk, grabbing his hand gently. He follows you to the couch—far more hesitantly then you’d like—but he doesn’t complain when you lie him down and climb on top. He never complains when you climb on top. You leave a sweet kiss between his eyebrows and the cute, attention-starved thing burns bright red. Adorable.
“You’re alright.” You caress his stubbled cheek, lulling him with honey-sweet kisses; a siren coaxing a sailor to his doom. “It’s not your fault you have urges, remember? You’re a grown man, it’s not healthy for you to be so pent-up.”
His throat clicks with a heavy swallow when your hand moves down, gently wrapping around his soft penis, stroking it with feather-light touches, teasingly biting your lip. The rod in your hand fills out shamelessly, and like a bad habit, his eyes flick back down to your pretty cunt. You can tell he’s itching to touch, his morality holding on by a thread, but he’ll always fold to you in the end. You, and your torturous little pocket of bliss.
“That’s it baby.” you purr, picking up his trembling hand and placing it over your clit, “Little circles, just like I taught you.” and as soon as his hand starts moving he’s putty in your hands again, any remaining penitence completely snuffed out.
He’s hypnotized. Pussy-whipped. Rubbing your little pearl with rough pads, working it like a joystick and groaning licentiously as you trace the head of his cock up and down your folds. You line yourself up, leaning forward so you’re hovering just a few centimeters away from his face, close enough to feel his hot breath on your lips.
“We both know she can’t give you what you need. But I can. I’ll make you feel so good~” you purr. One hand finds it's way up his shirt, his heart races in his chest, pulsing wildly under your touch. You can't help your lips from curling up.
You lower yourself so your hole swallows just the tip and his breath hitches beneath you. You clench in response. Just a little squeeze to remind him who makes him feel good, who his cock really belongs too. And if the bubbling moan that passes his lips is anything to go by, he got the memo.
Carefully, with a teasing sort of breathiness, you drag your lips over his neck. Nibbling lightly at his sensitive pulse point and tracing a little heart over his pecs with a sharp, manicured nail before ghosting gently over his ear and cooing with an almost maternal softness, “Just relax. Let me take care of you, okay?”
He melts.
He all but whimpers as you drop yourself down, white-knuckling the sofa, so overwhelmed you swear his eyes start tearing, and when you finally reach the base he groans like he’s seen heaven. You don’t think about his wife, or his ring, or the morality of it all while you bounce on his cock. Not a flicker of guilt passes through your mind when he bucks and fills you with his cum. Why should it? Your job is to ensure your boss's needs are met while he's in the office, and you’re doing just that. His life after five pm is none of your concern, really.
—
About two months later you find an unassuming sticky note on your desk, scrawled over in his chicken-scratch handwriting.
Come to my office at 5, we need to talk.
It strikes you as odd. Normally he’d just come talk to you about any arrangements, lay a gentle hand on your shoulder and bend down to whisper something filthy in your ear, but your boss is nowhere in sight. Not on the office floor checking up on his employees, not in the break room making idle chatter while he refills his coffee, your boss stays holed up in his office all day, and when you walk in to give him his schedule for the upcoming week he only grunts in acknowledgement, never looking up from his computer.
Something is clearly wrong. Normally, he can’t keep his hands off of you—you never leave his office without a slap on the ass and a promise to make you regret wearing whatever curve hugging skirt you put on that day—but he seems to want nothing to do with you, or rather, he seems to be avoiding the fact that he does. The blatant disregard pisses you off, frankly. You put effort into your makeup today.
But more than that, his sudden indifference is unsettling. You can’t put your finger on why; he’s never given you reason to believe that he’s resentful, and despite his dour, professional persona he’s about as intimidating as a newborn kitten. Still, the tension in his office is thick. Thicker than you realize. When you step out you're surprised to find your lungs are aching from holding the breath you walked in with.
You spend the better part of your day trying to convince yourself that you’re just feeling ill. You aren’t nervous. There’s no reason to be. The gut feeling telling you to walk out at five today is just the byproduct of spoiled eggs at breakfast. You’re in control. You always are.
Still, when five o’clock comes your heart is pounding. Alarm bells clang in your head, screaming that something bad is going to happen if you walk through that door. Briefly, an interview from a true crime documentary you once watched plays through your head—the victim was lamenting how she regretted not listening to that “gut feeling” before she got kidnapped—but that’s ridiculous. You know your boss and you’re certain he’s not a kidnapper. The notion itself is ridiculous. You’ll be fine. You’ve been fucking him for three months, him acting weird doesn’t mean today will be any different.
After a few deep breaths you open the door and as promised, he's waiting for you, but not how you expected him to be. Normally, he’d be rolling his hips into his fist by now, impatiently demanding you get on your knees in front of him, but today he’s fully clothed, penis nowhere in sight. Instead, his hands cup a white mug of steaming liquid—an identical one that you presume to be yours sits on the opposite side of his desk—and he seems… tired. Pale and weighted; certainly not aroused in any way.
“You can sit, you know. I’m not angry at you.” he calls vacantly from across the room, not looking up from his cup.
Heat rushes to your cheeks and you realize you’ve been staring. With a thick swallow, you make your way over to him, mustering up as pleasant a smile as you can. When you finally sit and get a good look at him, however, the grin drops.
He looks… awful. Weary and bleak, with red, puffy circles around his eyes like he’s recently been crying, his hair is mussed and a five o’clock shadow is growing on his chin. It’s jarring, to say the least. He’s normally so put together, you can’t remember if you've ever seen him disheveled. He’s a hard man to shake typically, his job demands it, but he looks utterly distraught. For a brief moment, you feel kind of bad.
Gross.
A halfhearted chuckle leaves his mouth, “I’m sorry. I must look pretty pathetic, huh?”
Immediately you straighten, rectifying your smile. You can’t show cracks. There are no cracks, “Not at all Sir. What can I help you with?”
A meaty hand waves you off. “Don’t bother with professionalism. We both know we aren’t here to talk about work.” He runs a hand through his already mussed up hair and shuts his eyes, pausing a moment, taking a long breath. You can't tell whats going on in his head - if he's thinking deeply or steeling himself - but you aren't left to wonder long before he exhales and flicks his gaze back to you. “Here," he says, pushing the second cup towards you, "Take a drink. This might be a lot.”
“Oh no, I’m not thirsty–”
“Drink.” he interrupts, and you’re startled by how sharp the command is. It’s far cry from the playful orders you’re used to receiving when he growls at you to get on your knees or bend over his desk. Instinctively, you find yourself rushing to obey.
When you bring the mug to your lips, his face relaxes. The alarm balls start jingling in the back of your head again.
“I’m going to be blunt about this,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “My wife found out about the affair and she wants a divorce.”
Oh. That is a lot.
It takes you a few seconds to process what he’s saying, a few more for it to sink in, but when you’ve finally got a stable grasp on the information, the faucet of emotion is turned on. It doesn’t twist off until your body is on the verge of overflowing.
But not for the right reasons.
Your heart should be sinking, guilt twisting in your gut like a knife. You should be on your knees, groveling in shame; apologizing with your whole chest for ruining this poor man's marriage—but you aren’t. Not a flicker of remorse fills your body.
You feel positively giddy.
Elated. Euphoric. You are on cloud fucking nine. Months, you’ve been waiting for this day; when you could finally take your medal and put it around your neck. It’s not really a matter of him being yours, moreso confirming that you’re hot enough to break up marriages. Fuck the morality of it all. You did it. She’s gone. You won.
You aren’t tactless enough to start jumping for joy, however. You do your best to put on a genuine-seeming soberness and reply, “I’m very sorry to hear that.”
He shakes his head, eyes down-turned, “I’m equally if not more to blame. What’s done is done.”
He stands then, aimlessly walking to the window. It’s all rather dramatic, you feel, but you're not the one who’s marriage just got destroyed. Quietly he looks across the skyline, face clouding with regret as he speaks, “You should have seen her, Y/N.” You really wish you had, “I-I could see her heart breaking in her chest when I admitted to it.”
Oh, the delight that runs through you when you hear that crack in his voice—it makes you dizzy.
“I managed to find an apartment somehow between then and now. I’m in the process of moving in. I thought it was only right to give her space. God, the poor girl…” His cheeks are wet when he turns back to you and another jolt of glee zips through your body. But this one is stronger than the first one. It makes you wobble a little in your chair; you have to clutch the armrests to keep yourself upright.
The bells have started clanging again—painfully loud—and your heart beats in time with each stroke.
“Seven years. We’d been together seven years.” he laments, walking back to you and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. It’s searing hot, burning into your skin like an iron. You try to jerk away but your body goes slack and when you try to pick yourself back up again, you can’t. No matter how hard you strain and lift, your muscles won’t move.
A sick, crawling dread fills your chest, the kind you feel when you get to the very top of a rollercoaster. It creeps up your spine and wraps around your chest, squeezing the air out of your lungs. You can hear your pulse in your head now. It's so loud you almost don't notice his large hands hook under your armpits, hoisting your limp body back up onto the chair like a ragdoll.
You glance up at him but immediately regret it. His face… he looks like a madman. Pale and wild; eyes manic and pupils dilated. He swallows heavily, breath shallow and frenzied as he rasps, “I don’t think I could live without a wife again, Y/N. I don't know what I'd do.”
The bells are deafening now and any ounce of joy you might have felt earlier has been drained to oblivion. You aren’t fine anymore. You need to run. You need to scream. Anything.
But you made the realization all too late. Your vision is going spotty and he’s already hoisted you up in his arms. Despite every muscle in your body fighting with all its might, you can’t make yourself move.
For the first time in your life, you’re completely powerless.
The last thing you remember before being swallowed by the dark is his hot breath puffing against your ear:
“You promised you’d take care of me, didn’t you?”
—
You wake up to the feeling of something warm and wet on your clit.
In your groggy, half-conscious state you don’t have the capacity or desire to figure out what it is, all that matters is that it feels good. It flicks lazy little shapes over the twitching bud, enveloping it and your folds in a warm, welcoming heat, and for a moment, you think you could die happy just like this. Your hips instinctively buck up towards the source and a low, wonton moan passes your lips.
“Mmm, thats it darling. Good girl~”
Your eyes fly open.
Every ounce of blood drains from your face when you see his head bowed between your legs, cheeks messy and shiny with your slick, hips rutting needily against the mattress. All at once, your memory comes rushing back.
Your first instinct is to fight, but your limbs still won’t obey you—even if they would, a shift of weight reveals that your hands are bound tightly to the headboard of the bed.
The bed. There’s no bed in his office. Where the hell are you?
It’s all you can do to let out a low, displeased whine. Weakly shimmying your hips away from him only to have them immediately yanked back. He peaks up from your legs, cheek warm and flushed pink with lust, “Shh honey, calm down.” he purrs, not breaking eye contact as he gives your clit a sweet peck, “Just relax and let your husband make you feel good.”
Husband.
Husband.
Your heart picks up in your chest, galloping like a racehorse as you try to process his words, though, you doubt any reasonable length of time would be enough to truly digest their implications. “W-what?”
He noses gently over your inner thigh, carefully pressing a chaste kiss to the soft plush, “Your husband, dear. And you’re my wife~” he hums pleasantly, licking a long lazy stripe up your slit with the flat of his tongue, “I’m sure you can feel the ring, right?”
Your heart drops as you shift your fingers. On your left hand, a cold band of metal topped with some kind of stone wraps around your ring finger, the realization sends a bout of vertigo through your body.
He must notice the horror on your face because he chuckles. “It was short notice so I had to use hers, but I’ll buy you a new one if you want…” he trails absentmindedly, too focused on laving at your cunt to give the thought, or your panic, his full attention.
He’s eating you out just like you taught him too. The irony could make you cry.
A knot the size of the watermelon grows in your stomach. Whether it’s from the fear or your equally distressing impending orgasm you’re not sure. Regardless, it’s there, and your head is spinning, and he’s starting to climb on top of you and take off his—oh god.
You cry and struggle as much as your leaden body will allow but he easily counters it all with one steady hand on your belly, the thumb of which he moves to nurse your spit-soaked clit with easy circles. “I know it’s sudden,” he coos, paying no mind to your cries as he pulls out his hard cock, “But you wanted this, didn’t you? You’re the one who chased after me so desperately after all. I know you were just jealous of her.”
Loud, wet sobs curl up your throat as he rubs his cock up and down your dripping folds, hypnotized by the lewd, clicking sound your juices make. “P-please.” you beg, trying your best to buck him off of you, “M’ sorry! I-I didn’t mean to—Please let me go.”
A displeased hum then, “It’s too late for that, honey, but you don’t have to worry. I’ll take good care of you.” his frown flips into a soft smile. “You’ll take good care of me too, won't you? just like you promised.”
You feel like you might faint. The blunt head is pushing against your entrance now, threatening to sink into your heat, and though you’ve taken his cock hundreds of times, you’d rather stick your hand into an open flame then take it again. “P-please.” you blubber, “I’ll do anything, just please—Ah! S-stop!”
He doesn’t acknowledge you, only continues his rambling. “You’ll take good care of our children too, I'm sure.” those deranged, lovesick eyes bore into your skull, “Oh, baby. You’re going to look so beautiful when you’re pregnant, I can already tell. So, so pretty, all swollen and glowing~”
Now, you start screaming. Half of it is incoherent, but what else are you supposed to do when you can’t fight and the delusional psychopath who kidnapped you is threatening to force you into fulfilling his domestic fantasies? You nearly choke as he leans over your body, pushing into you softly with a low, heady groan. “You can’t!” you cry, near hysterics, “Please, you can’t! I’m sorry! I’ll do anything! I’ll-”
“Shhhh,” he cuts you off, clamping a rough hand over your mouth, then bottoms out inside of you with one languid push. You feel like you’re on fire, like a million ants are crawling up your skin and down your throat.
Beads of cold sweat trickle down your back as he rocks into you. Behind his mitt you plead for him to let you go, but he doesn’t notice - or more likely, he doesn’t care. “I think I want three." he muses, "Two girls and a boy. But we can have more if you’d like. What do you think, darling?”
He removes his hand then and you greedily suck in air. It proves to be a difficult task, however, with his dick poking it all back out with each snap of his hips. Finally, you collect yourself enough to make one final attempt. You stare up into his eyes, hoping to somehow access whatever humanity might remain there. “Please. I don’t want kids. I want to go home.”
He pauses, ceases his thrusting, and stares back down at you. For just a moment, your chest swells with hope.
But then he laughs. A sick, evil chuckle that rings through your bones, punctures your lungs and splits your heart straight down the middle.
“Oh honey, you are home.” he croons, a snap of his hips punctuates the sentence. “And of course you want kids. All husbands and wives who love each other very much become Mommies and Daddies. Besides—”
His hips start driving into you with a brutal sort of ferocity, and he grins so wickedly you swear you can see the devil in his eyes.
“--Won’t it be cute to tell them how Daddy and Mommy fell in love at work?”
POV: Genshin men who would agonize in pain of knowing that they wasted you by cheating on you with someone who wasn’t worth it.
⚠️ WARNINGS:
— This is a multi-character angsty SFW piece with NSFW in SOME of them.
— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns
— Contains: Al Haitham, Scaramouche and Heizou
— I would like to state that I understand the need of open relationships for some couples, but in this fanfiction I’ll use a bad example of one.
— AU for all is: In-Game
AL HAITHAM: You knew ever since the day Al Haitham accepted your pitiful love confession that it would not be easy to maintain that relationship. You two met in the Akademiya when you two were only 17 years old and you two were complete opposites. Al Haitham was a very quiet man, disliked by most boys but known and crushed on by many girls for his stoic face, intelligence and beauty, meanwhile you were a social butterfly, loved by everyone, and also one of these simps. As expected, Al Haitham was a very unpleasant man and he would reject or ignore all those girls that insisted on the chance of going out with him, but what made you different from those other girls is that you actually did your best to be pleasant to Al Haitham. For example, you’d listen to him yapping about math equations and philosophy but you’d never yap about your favorite things, you’d let him teach you things the way he liked it even if you didn’t understand, you wouldn’t complain about his behavior while he would… you were like his shadow. That’s what convinced him to accept dating you when you terribly confessed your crush to him, tripping on your own feet and having to pull out the “script” to make sure you got everything right. And well, it worked for some months. Both of you were very pleased to be around each other, especially you, hanging out with the dreamiest man in the school there was nothing better than that for a 17 year-old girl! But Al Haitham always felt like something was missing in you and your relationship… and he realized what it was after some weeks after a new girl stepped in the class. Personality. You were pleasant to hang around with but you would never show yourself to be a smart or a confident girl, you were just his maid mostly. Comparing you to that new, tall, pretty girl, you were… nothing. And to your misfortune, she also developed interest in Al Haitham and he did not close the doors for her. He felt academically challenged by her and she felt challenged by him. That rivalry only fueled Al Haitham’s feelings more and more. You never made him feel so emotional like that. Your relationship with him after her arrival lasted some poor, loveless weeks until you finally saw her launching herself to his lips and him, instead of neglecting her, held her cheeks and relaxed his body like he never did with you.
“How could you, Al Haitham?!” You screamed at him, countless tears streaming down your face. Al Haitham was standing like nothing was going on, in fact, he thought your teary, freaked-out face was disgusting. Anyone who saw the scene would call you a maniac.
“Look, Y/N, our relationship has never really worked, I don’t know why you’re so surprised. Let’s just get this over with before you stress out more than already are.” Al Haitham bursted some of his real feelings.
“Of course I am stressed out, Al Haitham! You betrayed me! How could you?! I’ve always done all my best for you!” You cried out, stepping closer to him.
“I acknowledge that, Y/N. You’re not going to make me feel any worser about it like this. You should calm down before discussi—” He let out some of his stress for you.
“Make YOU feel bad?! CALM DOWN?! How dare you accuse me of something like this, Al Haitham?! You should be feeling worser about this, it’s no kind of manipulation! We’re fucking done! You’re a selfish piece of shit!” You screamed out, finally leaving the scene before he could even think of responding your insult.
Al Haitham as a kid and an adult never thought that his mistake as a grumpy teenager would make him feel that much of regret. He feels sorry for you to have lived with the worst of him, such an immature version of himself. He doesn’t even know for sure if he feels sorry for you or his ego. It makes him look stupid, because he was, and he hates to ever think that you’d never forget how easily stupid he had once been. That moment was forever going to be the thorn of his reputation un Sumeru. You’re a very well-succeeded woman now, all grown up and developed in many ways. Al Haitham felt bad for knowing he had hurt someone who became very influential and in Sumeru. The regret he should’ve felt 10 years ago only begun to hit him now, probably because he feels attracted to you again. Maybe he would be feeling better about himself if he hadn’t fell for another woman’s seduction, who abandoned Sumeru to have her dreamy life in Snezhnaya as soon as the opportunity rose.
“Al Haitham?” You asked as soon as you saw him coming close to you, turning off your phone and shoving it in your purse.
“Y/N…” He said out your name but went quiet for some seconds, unsure of what to say next. “Can we talk?” He asked, thinking that you would reject him immediately.
“I mean… is it an emergency? I’m pretty busy right now.” You answered, really believing that this wasn’t about his affair for a moment.
You two now were colleagues, sometimes working together in high-rank missions.
He looked down and realized you weren’t wearing your uniform. You had makeup on, high heels and a beautiful dress… you look just as pretty as when you were 16, and that just influenced him to speak out more of his feelings.
“I… I’m sorry.” He admitted, as high as a whisper, without answering your question.
“What?” You asked, genuinely not understanding what he said.
“I’m sorry.” He said again, this time with his eyes closed to increase confidence, and you got a little confused.
“Foooorrrr..?”
“You know… me cheating.”
“Oh, you’re already forgiven.” You chuckled, really careless about it.
“But I never apologized.” He said, surprised at your reaction.
“Yeah, I know.” You said, beginning to feel slightly awkward.
“Is there any chance we could be… better friends again or… even more?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck.
“What do you mean ‘even more’?”
“Like… a couple.”
“A couple?” You asked way higher than him, slightly shocked, and making him feel very embarrassed.
“Yeah.” He looked away.
“Al Haitham, first of all, you’re asking me for this in a very inappropriate situation, second of all, no.”
“Why?” He asked, slightly sad with his broken expectations.
“Al Haitham, just as you said to me when we broke up, our relationship never really worked. It took me a lot of time to realize it, but, yeah, you were right as always, haha! We weren’t really close to each other, you know? I was just your annoying shadow.” You explained, slightly offended at the absurdity of his words, but still being very kind to him.
But he could see how you really had overcame him and the trauma of being cheated on.
“I know and I want to redeem this mistake… I want to make things right. I don’t want you to take those stupid things that I said that day to your heart, I should be the one doing that.” He confessed, genuinely starting to feel emotional as he tried stepping closer to you.
“You don’t need to worry about that anymore, Al Haitham, I forgave you for a reason. And I think we already have a pretty good relationship right now, don’t you think? Even if it’s just professional…” You asked a little bit ironic.
You didn’t hate him nor loved him.
“But—”
“Remember our first time together? You couldn’t reach your orgasm, you couldn’t feel pleasure in me even if I was soaking wet for you, haha!” You gave him an example, making him go quiet in embarrassment.
You were right… and that messed him up.
Al Haitham hates to be wrong or defeated.
“I’m sorry, Al Haitham, I can’t and don’t want to take you back.” You said with a very comforting voice, even if he hated to hear your rejection.
“But, I just told you, I want to redeem my mistakes with you, they make me feel… horrible.” He vented.
“As I just told you too, I've forgiven you long time ago, Al Haitham. You don’t need to waste your time on this anymore… I don’t even know why you're doing this now, it’s been 10 years.” You checkmated him, finally making him go silent in defeat and you too. “Go home, take a bath and rest. You really won’t have problems on finding another woman to help you redeem your mistakes in the past and make you feel better about yourself, you’re really attractive.” You suggested very kindly, and you two suddenly noticed the presence of a third person arriving at the scene.
It was the General Mahamatra, also very well dressed.
Al Haitham clenched his fists his in agony of being wordless, defeated logically and jealously of seeing the woman he regretted letting go, walking away from him to hook up with his rival, Cyno.
“Did something happen, Y/N?” Al Haitham heard Cyno ask to you, taking a slight look back at Al Haitham in suspicion.
“Nope, don’t worry about it.” You answered with a smile in your face, hugging his arm in excitement.
And Cyno smiled back. As a man, Al Haitham could notice just how much Cyno wanted to fuck you in that dress, just like Al Haitham wanted too.
SCARAMOUCHE: As Scaramouche’s only girlfriend in the world, only you knew just how cutesy of a boyfriend he was. No one would believe in you when you said so, but everyone believed the reason why you two broke up. It was obviously not easy to become close to him, it wasn’t even something either of you desired, but your heart was too kind for him to not feel safe around you and you not get attached to him. A simple maid that worked in the Winter Palace, with a heart kinder than the archon herself, dating the worst Harbinger anyone could ever work with, the complete opposite of you. It was pretty obvious to you that Scaramouche’s personality was something crafted and not natural, so you never bothered to give him the reaction he desired when he called you names, instead, you gave him positivity, one that he has never seen or received. And that made him fall head over heels for you in less than a year. It was wonderful taking care of Scaramouche, teaching him how to treat people fairly and how to face and stop his constant nightmares. You wanted him to grow out of his past and let his inner kindness take control of his decisions, but accidentally, you also rose his ego. You always complimented him for the bare minimum, cheered him for anything and taught him some basic philosophy that made him feel smart, unbeatable and confident. So confident that in the first opportunity he found himself longing for you and your touch when he wasn’t in Snezhnaya, he used another woman to fulfill his desires, believing that he deserved it and that you’d never find out. But as expected, a vicious cycle of sleeping with other women begun. It was so damn obvious that you found out it only after 2 weeks of his arrival from his mission in Inazuma.
“Why..?” That was all you could say after crying for many hours of seeing the man you were healing and building… giving love to another woman like you were nothing. Even calling you names.
“Let’s just get this over with, ok? We’re breaking up, I don’t have time for a whole discussion.” He said, crossing his arms in embarrassment and even disgust of dealing with someone so emotional like you.
“How can you be so cold about this, Scaramouche?” You whispered, still staring at the window for not finding courage to look at his figure standing behind you.
“Why do you act like I’ve never acted cold with you or anyone else in my life?” He scoffed, trying to hide the fact that his ego was slightly hurt from being caught so stupidly easy and fast.
“Because it doesn’t make any sense, Scaramouche! This isn’t just rudeness, it’s raw cruelty! I spent so much time taking care of you, teaching you, singing you to sleep, trying to make you overcome your past and this is what you do to me?! Cheat?! How could you?!” You screamed, finally finding the courage to look back ar him and challenge him, which made him unfortunately… snap.
“You know what, Y/N? I never fucking asked you to help me trying to deal with this! I was fine being who I am! Why the fuck are you blaming ME for YOUR decision, huh?! But thank you for your waste of time on me… now all women in Snezhnaya desire me because they know that you made me a slightly better man and a better fucker! Congratulations on being used, Y/N, now I’ll move on like you never existed and enjoy my life the way it’s supposed to be enjoyed! Don’t ever bother on talking to me again.” He bursts all his anger out, storming off your home and barely breaking your door from banging it.
2 weeks. That was all the time necessary for Scaramouche to realize he fucked up. Initially, his ego was all up in the sky. He knew that he had broken you and your trust bad, he knew that he made you quit your job and stop having relationships with other men. But remember, the higher you rise, the harder you fall. Less women desired him after the gossip of your nasty breakup spread around the town, all the slight relationships he had built with his inferiors broke because you weren’t there to regulate what came out of his mouth. But then, all the psychological help you gave him begun to crack. His nightmares came back and now he had no one to hug. What about the sluts he’d sleep with? Well… they found his behavior towards nightmares funny or childish whenever they witnessed it, they wouldn’t sing him a lullaby to sleep, they wouldn’t teach him how to not be inconvenient, they wouldn’t compliment his efforts as a Harbinger, they wouldn’t hear his venting and they wouldn’t cheer him up. Only you did. The woman he had absolutely crushed was the only person who cared about him. Things to him got so bad, and so quick, that right now, Scaramouche was absolutely panicking as he banged your door with his feat and screaming for you to open it, scared of the darkness of the night like a kid.
You gently opened it despite his aggressiveness, with a very sleepy and dead face.
“Y/N…” He called your name out, happy that you opened it despite knowing it was him.
“What?” You asked absolutely cold and unmoved by his relief.
But he didn’t know what to say anymore. If he even dared to start speaking his feelings out, he would collapse and his ego would burn his heart alive.
“If you have nothing to say, why did you even bother waking me up at 2 AM?” You asked a little stressed at his audacity of showing up, still not managing to make him say anything. “Well then, good night, Scaramouche.” You said trying to close your door and walking the other way around, but he instantly held the door with his hand.
“Wait! Please!” He screamed desperately.
“What are you do—?!” You tried slamming the door back, but he obviously he won the battle and managed to push you away and get inside your home, closing the door very gently compared to his last actions.
“Y/N…” He said again, slowly stepping closer to your figure sitting in the floor.
“You’re trespassing.” You said, getting up as quick as you could and stepping away, but Scaramouche finally gave up on trying to save his ego.
After all, he felt really safe when he was alone with you.
“I’m sorry.” He started, completely ignoring the fact that he could get big consequences from trespassing your home.
“What?” You asked, not clearly hearing what he said but Scaramouche threw himself at you, making you hit your back in the closest wall.
He hugged you hard enough to break a rib and shoved his face between your neck and your shoulder. Your soft skin and its warmth was already so comforting to him that he just wanted to hug more and more until his face was fully buried and melted in your neck.
“Y/N, please… hear me out… I didn’t mean anything that I said that day… I was just… I don’t know… but please! I’ll go to my mission in Sumeru tomorrow and my nightmares are coming back..! I don’t want to go alone, I don’t want to leave without your forgiveness, your comfort, that sweet smile of yours..! I don’t have a single person to support me on this! I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, Y/N… I’ll do whatever you want for you to forgive me!” He vented, absolutely wetting your neck from his many tears as his heart ached by his destroyed ego.
But you were silent, deadly silent.
He looked up at you again and met you just staring at the door completely careless. You just heard the Sixth Fatui Harbinger whimper like a kid… why were you acting like he wasn’t there? Like nothing happened? Like you didn’t care? You always listened to him when you two were a couple…
“You know, Scaramouche?” You said with an ironic smile in your face, finally making eye contact with him. “Ever since the day you told me about mother, your best friend and the orphan kid you met… I had the feeling I had to tell you just how similar you are to them, but I thought it would hurt you more than help you, so I didn’t, but you’re really just like them, Scaramouche.” You told the truth to him, making his his heart skip a beat in surprise at your capacity of saying something so cruel.
You didn’t even need to say a bad word or an insult, truth is Scaramouche’s biggest fear.
“Wha… what..?” He mumbled, trying to believe he did not just heard that.
“You’re just like them, Scaramouche.” You repeated with no remorse. “You’re irresponsible like your mother, you’re murderous like your best friend and a liar like that sick orphan kid.”
“No… Y/N, what are you saying..? Stop it!” He begged in realization that what you said made sense.
“Stop? You’re in my territory, Scaramouche. You might have some authority in Snezhnaya as a Harbinger, but you have no power here… at least, not anymore.” You joked.
“Why are you comparing me to them…? To people that destroyed my trust… who made me act like how I do..?” He asked, getting slightly away from you in fear but still gripping your shoulders tight.
“Because you betrayed me, Scaramouche… just like them. You’re a murderous puppet who used me and lied to me.” You made sure to make those words were understood one by one, which made him want to cry.
Puppet? You called him a puppet.
For the time ever, you didn’t see him as a human.
You always called him a human, you always reassured him that he was more human than most humans around. He even has this beautiful memory of you telling him he was indistinguishable from a male human while you cuddled him to sleep after sex… now being contrasted by your careless, cold voice telling him otherwise.
“Now I understand why you cheated on me, you can’t love. It’s either because you’re too fucked up in the head or simply because you don’t have an actual heart.” Time seemed to have stopped due to the pain in Scaramouche’s heart, sobbing like a kid on hearing that, and you still took advantage of his vulnerability to get close to his ear and whisper your final words to him.
“You’re my first betrayal.” You said it just like he used to say ir when he vented about his past.
.
In Sumeru, he didn’t even dare sleep. He knew he wouldn’t be able to because that was all that ran through his mind.
You’re my first betrayal, you’re my first betrayal, you’re my first betrayal, you’re my first betrayal…
You’re just like them, just like them, just like them, just like them...
You’re a murderous puppet, puppet, puppet, puppet, puppet…
You don’t have an actual heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart…
In the few rests he took, he had nightmares of you too, which didn’t help too. They were all sick and made him feel ill. All of them were him being forced to go through his last moment with you again or you touched or pleasured by another man’s hands and loving it. And it was always men he hated such as Dottore, Tartaglia, Niwa… it was truly a bad time for him.
This lack of sleep destabilized him so bad that it took Nahida 57 attempts instead of 168 to defeat him, and she obviously noticed it. His mind was not focused on that mission as much it would’ve been if he hadn’t heard those words… if he hadn’t committed the mistake of breaking a smart woman’s heart… the love of his life.
As Wanderer, he still remembered the things you said to him that day but he finally accepted them and let those words define him. He really wanted to see you and maybe build things with you again, but he would hate the feeling of dating someone who would’ve never accepted it if the name Scaramouche still existed.
“Thinking about her again, Hat Guy?” Nahida asked, showing up from behind while Wanderer zoned out in Akademiya’s library.
HEIZOU: Heizou was always known in Inazuma for being a one-night guy, but somehow, he still managed to get you head over heels for him. It all started simply because Heizou thought you were really good-looking and wanted to push his way inside you, but when he went up to you to flirt and joke around, you seemed to genuinely enjoy the things he said. You giggled at his stupid puns and jokes, you got embarrassed when he complimented you… it was like you didn’t understand his true intentions. It pained him to see you not understanding his dirty jokes and rejecting his proposals, but Heizou still wanted you, so he never stopped talking to you, which made you two only get closer and closer to each other and made you like him more and more. It obviously led to what Heizou always wanted, both of you making out and fucking each other like two animals in a bed. He obviously had a lot of experience while you had very few, which made everything wonderful to you. He reassured you in each step of it, he gained your trust to see you naked, he gave you love and pleasure… it was perfect. Heizou was also very pleased on making such a cute and innocent woman scream and moan his name so loud and beg for more like a whore. That night was the moment you realized you really crushed on Heizou, but that night was just another night of sex for Heizou. He didn’t really fall in love with you and your slow brain. Still, the confidence you got from that night was so big that a week later, you told him how you felt for him. Heizou was doubtful at first, unsure whether he felt lust or love for you. But… if he felt unsure, that probably means he’s in love too, right? No, the relationship broke off in two months. Heizou was a great company and partner for you, but the women Heizou had done before you never really forgot about him and the sensation of his sex. They knew he was dating you, but they didn’t really care, it was just one round of sex after all. They would throw themselves on him when you were absent and seduce him just the way he loved it, telling him it was only going to be a one-time thing… a quickie… and that you’d never find out until he finally couldn’t keep his dick in his pants anymore. A vicious cycle begun, he was back to his addiction. Unfortunately, Heizou was great at hiding it and you were innocent, so it took you many months to find out. You caught him during an act with a prostitute when you came back home way too early from a business trip to Liyue as a surprise for his birthday. You had even bought him a lingerie of his favorite color, dark red.
“How could you, Heizou?! I was out there working for us and your birthday, and that’s what you’ve been doing?! In our bed, too?! The bed we used to cuddle each other?!” You screamed at him completely heart-broken at realization you were just another woman in his sex catalogue.
“Y/N, please… I can expla—”
“You told me I was special, that I was perfect… that you’ve never felt so good with any other woman and seen someone as beautiful as me… why..? If you just wanted sex, you could’ve told me!” You vented in grief. “I loved with all my heart you, Heizou…” You confessed, making Heizou turn his head in embarrassment.
“I love you too, Y/N, I just… can’t, I need this.” That was all he could say.
After all, he couldn’t really excuse his actions.
“What the fuck do you mean by ‘you need it’? I always gave it to you.” You scoffed, realizing the problem wasn’t you. “Fuck you, Heizou, we’re over.” You stated before beginning to step away from your home.
But Heizou held your wrist in the first step.
“No! Wait!” He screamed.
“What the fuck do you want?! Let me go!” You fought him back.
“I don’t want us to end…” He insisted for some reason.
“You only have yourself to blame.” You insulted, refusing to look back at him.
“What if we open our relationship?”
.
Initially, Heizou was very happy about opening the relationship, after all, he had many women to sleep with. But you were not happy. It made you feel horrible about yourself, ugly, worthless, a mere object for his pleasure. You didn’t care if you had the rights to hang out with other men too, you liked being personal. The only rule between you two was that you should tell when you’re going out, but it was the worst part of it. You’d stay all by yourself after he told you he was gonna go out and he wouldn’t even come back in the same day to cuddle with you to sleep. It has been 2 weeks since the change, yet, you haven’t went out in a single date. Today, you finally had enough. The thought of Heizou having sex with another woman finally made you have a breakdown and you left home. You ran away to Chinju Forest to enjoy nature at nighttime. Reconnecting with nature never failed in comforting you.
“Are you ok, ma’am?” A gente male voice asked behind you, but you were so depressed that you didn’t even get scared with the sudden appearance.
“Not really.” You answered truthfully, which made the man sit down by your side at the peak of the mountain just like you, legs hanging in the air, his eyes staring at the starry sky with you.
He had long white hair with a weird red streak in the left side for some reason. He looked incredibly beautiful with the moonlight shining his hair.
“Mind telling me what happened?” He asked, pulling out a blank paper from his kimono.
“What’s that?” You asked.
“Could a poem possibly make you feel any better?”
“A poem?” You asked slightly shocked.
“Yes, the name’s Kaedehara Kazuha by the way.” He offered a hand to shake.
“I’ve heard about you… you’re the man that held the Musou no Hitotachi by himself! It is an honor to meet you, my name’s Y/N Y/S.” You shook his hand, feeling a little bit more excited already.
“Thank you, but it wasn’t that much.” He said.
“Well then, Mr. Hitotachi, would you like to hear a story?”
“I’m all ears.”
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You eventually broke down while telling the story, telling him all the details of it, even the most unnecessary ones, no matter how you lacked intimacy with him. All he did his focus on writing the poem in that paper, so you really felt safe telling him it. You kept crying in your knees for some minutes after finishing the story while Kazuha finalized the poem.
“Here.” He offered you the paper, and you took it.
Now, it had the poem he promised written in it describing the feeling of knowing you’re not the only partner in a relationship very sharply. It was exactly you, even if it had no genders implied. As you read word by word, you felt your heart ache just more and more due to the self-identification, making you sob even more tears.
“You’re no help…” You sobbed while giving him the poem back, barely damaging it.
“Is there any other way I could help you? It’d be rude of me to leave a lady all alone in a forest at nighttime, especially a pretty one.” He flirted while taking the poem back, making you stare his gaze back in slight surprise with his flirt.
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It didn’t take minutes until you two were desperately making out and having sex in the grass, completely unbothered by the fact that you were naked to a stranger. That man was simply irresistible. He wasted his time hearing you vent and wasted even more time making a poem about it? Being that beautiful and charming too? Why would you say no? And now you really don’t regret it because he was making you absolutely go mad with his thrusts. It was like he was pushing out every single bit of pain you felt with his slow, precise thrusts at your G-spot, making it all leave from your mouth in form of shaky moans and screams. You two were arched in an impossible angle, your nails crawling his back and your eyes miring the shiny stars in the sky.
“That’s it, Y/N… let it all out…” He whispered in your ear, making your insides clench even more around his dick with the closure of your orgasm.
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You still felt the butterflies of what you had done that night as you walked back home.
“Where were you?” Heizou asked pretty neutrally when you finally closed the door, standing in the home’s only corridor like he had been waiting for you.
“I… I was out.” You answered, still shocked with what happened. It felt like you could still feel his dick ejaculating inside you.
“You didn’t tell me.” He confronted.
“Sorry, I wasn’t planning on going out but I felt too horrible staying home alone.” You indirectly insulted him.
“It’s ok, just warn me next time.” He demanded, ignoring your insults.
You’d definitely warn him next time.
You’d definitely warn him multiple times.
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Heizou’s catalogue has been decreasing a lot recently. He has enjoyed his partners way too quick but you would were just starting. He was spending most of his hours at home again but you weren’t there that frequently anymore to give him attention and love. He could tell you were hanging out with other men and for some reason he did not like it.
You and Heizou had just made sex again. You were sleeping peacefully but he was sat down at the bed, thinking. It was one of the worst sexes Heizou had ever had. Before the storm, sex with you was magic to him. You’d hug him during all of it, scratching his back like your life depended on it, you’d need to feel every single inch of his skin touching yours, you’d whisper to him how much you loved it, he would rip out the loudest moans of the world with ease, just by fucking you nice and slow in your soft spot, he would make you beg to go faster and scream his name when you were close to your orgasm… But now… you did none of those. Your moans were painfully low, your face was relaxed, like what he did to you were tickles, you wouldn’t beg and scream his name anymore, you’d grip on the pillow instead of his back and all that you’d whisper were orders… he didn’t like it att all. It felt like you had been already satisfied by another man who had shown you better and stretched your insides more than him, and it made him feel sick.
When he looked at your eyes, it didn’t feel like he was making love to his girlfriend, it felt like he was fucking one of the prostitutes of his previous affair.
Heizou was disappointed at himself for letting your experience with him become so ignorable and even opening the relationship in the first place. He was so desperate to know whether you were or were not hanging with other men that he decided to find out by himself.
“Archons, Kazuha!” You screamed his name once again after many times. “Fuck me to oblivion!” You begged like an animal as you received all his relentless thrusts inside you.
His theories were unfortunately right. There was indeed another man fulfilling you before than him, another man taking all your attention away, another man stealing you from him. That man was making you feel so good he could even hear soggy noises whenever he rocked your hips, like you were wetter for him rather than Heizou. He from the felt deadly jealous, but he knew it was unfair to. He gave the idea of opening the relationship, and now he has to face the consequences of it just like you had to.
He tried to actually fix the relationship before actually confessing his desire. He tried his best to spend more time with you and make you feel more pleasure in sex but it did not work, it would even get awkward sometimes.
“Beg for it.” Heizou ordered with a smirk in his face, trying to act he was loving the experience to make you more involved with it.
“N-No… not today, Heizou.” You ignored him, smiling in relaxation of his thrusts.
He hated it. Your closed eyes, probably picturing that stupid fucking criminal you were hanging out with instead of him. He couldn’t take it anymore, and even if it was as unfair of him, he told how he felt.
“Hey, Y/N.” He said, tapping you in both your shoulders as you brushed your hair in a chair.
“Yeah?” You answered still looking at the mirror of the table.
“Can we talk?” He asked, and you got confused, but already predicting what it would be.
“Don’t you have a date now?” You replied slightly ironic.
“Yes, but I don’t wanna go anymore… I’d rather stay home with you, talking...” He flirted with a cute smile, trying to convince you.
“Sorry, hun, I have a date in 30 minutes, can’t stay home.” You explained.
The way you used that nickname so lovelessly made him feel sad too. He remembers the day you invented the complete nickname, “Honeyzou” and started calling him “honey”, “hun” and any variation, now being used so carelessly.
“Y/N, listen, I want to close our relationship.” He finally confessed, sighing afterwards in relief of telling you.
You stopped brushing your hair and looked back at him, slightly surprised with the audacity his request.
“Are you serious?” You asked seriously.
“Yes.”
“Very funny, Heizou, now please, I need to finish my makeup.” You said, turning back to the mirror.
“No, Y/N, I’m dead serious.” He pleaded, crouching next to you to get your attention again. “It’s been a while since we last talked about our relationship and this lack of communication has created problems between us.”
“Heizou, you opened yourself to other women when our relationship was still closed. You created this lack of communication, not me.” You confronted, stoping everything again to look at him very angry.
“It doesn’t matter! We’ve grown distant from each other and it’s killing me! You’re fulfilling all your desires with a fucking ex-criminal and leave nothing for me! That’s not how it works!”
“First of all, you have to remember you did the same when we were closed, you hypocrite. Second of all, I warned you multiple times that I’m not an open woman and don’t think it would work for me. Third of all, how do you know I’m hanging with… oh my god, Heizou, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” She screamed in disgust and realization of his stalking.
“I was worried, okay?!”
“Worried about what?! That’s fucking disgusting, Heizou! Jesus Christ, just let me go meet him already, he must be waiting outside.” You tried storming out of the room.
“No, Y/N, please! I want to talk with you, I want to be with you, I want us to look like a couple again!” He pulled you back and held your chin gently to force eye contact.
“And I wanted you to not be a fucking cheater, but you still fucked thousands of women in my absence!” You screamed back at him. “Fucking hell, I should’ve known this was a terrible idea!” You scoffed, closing your eyes in stress.
“But I love you, Y/N, please… I love you more than Kaedehara Kazuha ever will.” He whined.
“You don’t, Heizou… you don’t and you won’t.” You fought back.
Knock knock.
You kept Kazuha waiting outside for too long.
“Heizou, I have to go.” You repeated one more time, already knowing what he would say.
“Y/N, please… I just need one more night with you to show you just how much I love and want you… walking with you around the town… cuddling you to sleep with that goofy smile of yours…” He flirted, putting a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“Why? Did the sluts you fucked stop doing it with you?” You confronted, making him go silent. “I think we should go separate ways already, Heizou.”
“No, Y/N, that’s stupid and unnecessary!” He argued back.
“For you! Because if you don’t have two or more women to have easy sex with, you go nuts! But I don’t need that! I am a personal woman who cried every single night you went out and left me craving for affection at home! You’re only hurting because we’ve switched roles!” You insulted him.
“You know that’s not true, Y/N! I don’t need anyone else but you!” He insisted.
“Then why the fuck did you cheat, huh?!” You argued once more, and made him go quiet again, defeated by the confrontation. “See?! I’m telling you, Heizou, we should break up… for good.” You finally separated his hand from your hair and wrist and begun walking out of the house, leaving him alone with tears forming in his eyes.
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“I bought this for my ex-boyfriend when I was in Liyue but I never got the chance to use it… it made me feel horrible.” Heizou heard you whisper with that sweet, seductive voice of yours to Kazuha while arching your ass up to Kazuha.
Heizou just can’t let you go. He can’t accept the fact that you like an ex-criminal better than him. So he stalked you again to know if you really are in-love with this man or just having fun.
“You look marvelous.” Kazuha flirted, pulling your panties down with a very lusty smirk in his face. “Mind if I use my hands in your head?” He asked, now pulling his pants down.
“No, not all.” You answered, and Kazuha finally thrusted you as he pushed your head down in the grass.
Heizou thought his request was weird, but as soon as he saw Kazuha’s head lift up right in his direction with a very sharp face, he understood the request.
He had noticed Heizou’s presence and didn’t want you to notice it too.
As Kazuha stared him deep down at his soul, he mouthed the word “Leave” very clearly, making Heizou frown in slight anger. But still, he decided to leave and not watch the painful scene of you loving another man.
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PART 1 | PART 2 - Not Just a Lumidouce Bell
In the bustling heart of Liyue Harbor, you stood amid the aromatic symphony of fragrances that filled your workshop. The air was alive with a myriad of scents – floral notes intertwining with earthy undertones, creating a sensory tapestry that reflected the essence of your journey. Rong Hao, one of your loyal employees, had just finished packing a substantial order for the prestigious Goth Grand Hotel in Mondstadt. The rustling of paper and the careful placement of delicate bottles provided a rhythmic background to your conversation.
"Rong Hao," you called, your voice carrying a quiet authority as you approached him. He turned towards you, a respectful nod on his face as he listened attentively. "We've worked with Goth Grand Hotel before, and I want to make sure we continue fostering a strong partnership with them. Can you include a few samples of the new air fresheners Ying’er’ s developed? It would be a thoughtful gesture to show our appreciation."
Rong Hao's lips curved into a small smile; his understanding evident in his eyes. "Of course, (y/n). Ying’er’ s air fresheners have been quite popular, and I'm sure the hotel will appreciate the gesture."
As he continued with the meticulous task of packaging, your thoughts briefly wandered back to the past three years. After leaving Fontaine behind, Liyue had welcomed you with open arms, and you had embarked on a new chapter of your life. The art of perfume-making had beckoned to you, a legacy passed down through your mother's family. Guided by your cousin Ying'er, you had delved deep into the craft, discovering the nuances of blending scents and creating harmonious fragrances.
Ying'er had proven to be a patient and knowledgeable teacher, and under her guidance, you had not only mastered the art of perfumery but had also ventured into the realm of skincare products. The fusion of scents and skincare had been an ingenious concept, and slowly but surely, it had gained popularity in Liyue. Over the past year, your business had started expanding its reach beyond the borders of Liyue, reaching out to other nations within Teyvat.
The workshop itself was a testament to your dedication. Shelves lined with beautifully crafted bottles of perfumes and skincare products gleamed under the soft glow of lanterns. Aromatic herbs and flowers adorned various corners of the room, infusing the air with their natural fragrances. The scent of bergamot, intertwined with the warm embrace of sandalwood, enveloped the space, creating an ambiance of tranquility and creativity.
With Rong Hao finishing the packaging, you offered him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Rong Hao. Your efficiency is truly an asset.”
Just as he was about to depart, you paused him with a thought. "Wait, Rong Hao. Since tomorrow is Lantern Rite Festival, why don't you take the rest of the day off for today? Enjoy the festivities and the lanterns."
Rong Hao's eyes lit up with surprise and gratitude. "Thank you so much, (y/n). I truly appreciate it."
Just as he was about to leave, a cheerful jingle of bells heralded the entrance of two familiar figures. Ying'er and her boyfriend Timaeus entered hand-in-hand, their laughter carrying a contagious joy. Ying'er had a handful of envelopes, and she approached you with an eager grin. "Hey, (y/n)! Look what I've got!"
You returned her smile, curious. As she handed you a few envelopes, your fingers brushed against the paper, feeling the delicate texture beneath your touch. One envelope, however, stood out – intricate and adorned with a shimmering golden seal. Ying'er placed it in your hand, excitement gleaming in her eyes. "This one is special. It was given to me by one of Lady Ningguang’s assistants. They asked me to pass it to you."
You studied the envelope with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. Its ornate design held an air of importance, and you carefully opened it, savoring the moment. The paper felt delicate between your fingers as you unfolded the contents. The elegant script inside held a message that caught your attention, capturing the essence of its sender.
It was an invitation from Lady Ningguang’s, the illustrious Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing. She had invited you and a plus one to the Culture Extravaganza that was to take place at the prestigious Yuehai Pavilion, just before the release of lanterns. The invitation carried an air of sophistication and honor, and your heart quickened at the recognition.
As you shared the news with Ying'er, her eyes sparkled with delight. "Oh, (y/n), this is incredible! To be recognized by Lady Ningguang’s herself is a tremendous honor!"
A thought crossed your mind, and you turned to Ying'er with a warm smile. "Would you like to join me? It would be wonderful to have you by my side."
Ying'er's eyes softened with gratitude, and she shook her head gently. "Thank you, (y/n), but Timaeus and I have plans for tomorrow. He arranged for a date on a boat so we can enjoy the lanterns together."
Timaeus rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "Yeah, I thought it would be a great opportunity for us to experience the festival from the water."
You couldn't help but chuckle at their sweet interaction. "Well, in that case, I hope you both have an amazing time."
You couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness as you watched Ying'er and Timaeus exchange affectionate glances and laughter. Their presence radiated a warmth that you found bittersweet. As they stood hand-in-hand, sharing a tender moment, a small smile played on your lips, even as a twinge of yearning tugged at your heart. Ying'er and Timaeus were a picture of happiness, their camaraderie evident in their gestures. With a playful grin, Timaeus extended his hand towards Ying'er, and in response, she handed him one of the envelopes, her eyes sparkling with delight. As he playfully pretended to examine the contents of the envelope with exaggerated curiosity, you couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. They were undeniably cute together, their companionship evident in the shared laughter that filled the air.
Your fingers found solace in fidgeting with the ring on your ring finger, a piece of advice that Ying'er had shared with you. It was meant to ward off unsolicited advances, especially during the Lantern Rite Festival when tourists often targeted local women. While the festival brought joy and unity, it also attracted those looking for romantic connections, something you hadn't quite found in the past three years. As your fingers traced the smooth metal of the ring, your thoughts turned to the past three years. Establishing your life in Liyue had been your main focus, and it left you with little time to delve into romantic pursuits. The memories of your time with Lyney lingered in your heart, his absence leaving an indelible mark on your emotions. Every attempt at building connections with potential partners seemed to fall short, as if a silent comparison with the memory of Lyney loomed over each interaction.
You longed for companionship, for someone to share moments like this with – moments that were filled with laughter and affection. A wistful sigh escaped your lips as you watched Ying'er and Timaeus, your heart yearning for a connection as genuine as theirs. The festival atmosphere seemed to heighten your sense of longing, emphasizing the solitude that occasionally crept into the corners of your heart.
In the past three years, you had encountered Lumine and Paimon once again. Like clockwork, they would join the Lantern Rite festivities in Liyue each year. The small world you lived in became even smaller as you discovered their acquaintance with Timaeus and Ying'er. Despite your longing, you held no animosity towards Lumine; in fact, you had confided in her about your decision to relocate to Liyue, begging her to keep your secret from Lyney. Lumine's understanding nature had led her to respect your wishes, and she refrained from bringing up any stories related to the Fontaine siblings.
You held the elegant envelope from Lady Ningguang in your hand, your fingers tracing over the intricate writing that adorned its surface. The delicate texture of the paper beneath your touch carried an air of importance, and you marveled at the craftsmanship that had gone into creating such a stunning piece. The shimmering golden seal caught the light, its brilliance reflecting the honor that came with the invitation. Ying'er's stories about the event rushed to the forefront of your mind. She had attended one of these events in the past, back when they were held in the Jade Chamber. Her raving reviews had painted a vivid picture of elegance, sophistication, and cultural appreciation. Now, you found yourself on the brink of experiencing this grand occasion firsthand, and excitement bubbled within you.
With the day's tasks still ahead of you, you busied yourself by tending to accounts, interacting with customers who frequented your workshop. As you skillfully managed the balance between overseeing the store and addressing customer inquiries, you ushered Ying'er and Timaeus out of the shop, encouraging them to make the most of their time together. Their laughter and happiness were infectious, and you found a smile tugging at your lips as you watched them leave. Amid the hum of activity, you also attended to the packing of orders that were destined for various corners of Teyvat. It was a testament to the success you had achieved in these three years, the fruits of your dedication to your craft and the support of your loyal customers.
The day of the festival arrived, and with it came a sense of anticipation that hung in the air like a gentle breeze. The doors of your workshop remained closed in honor of the occasion, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the bustling atmosphere of Liyue Harbor. The festive spirit was palpable, the entire area transformed into a vibrant tapestry of colors, sounds, and scents. You ventured out into the heart of the harbor; your senses overwhelmed by the delightful chaos that surrounded you. The tantalizing aroma of street food wafted through the air, tempting your taste buds and drawing you towards the bustling food stalls. The sizzle of skewers and the rhythmic clatter of pots and pans provided a lively rhythm to the festivities. Street performers of all kinds captivated the crowd – acrobats defying gravity, musicians coaxing melodies from their instruments, and dancers weaving tales with their graceful movements. Laughter and applause echoed through the streets, creating an atmosphere of shared joy and celebration.
As the sun began its descent, casting a warm and golden hue over the harbor, a sense of excitement coursed through your veins. The anticipation of the Culture Extravaganza at Yuehai Pavilion filled the air like a tangible energy, drawing you closer to the heart of the event. Holding the elegant envelope that held your invitation, you made your way through the bustling crowd, guided by the soft glow of lanterns that lined the path. Upon arriving at the entrance of the event location, you presented your invitation to the vigilant Millelith guards stationed there. Their respectful nod and warm smiles indicated that your presence had been acknowledged. One of the guards graciously guided you towards your designated seat, weaving through the sea of elegantly dressed guests. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of anticipation, a collective eagerness to partake in an evening of culture and unity.
Taking your seat, you found yourself beside none other than Hu Tao, the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and her knowledgeable employee and consultant, Zhongli. With polite smiles, you exchanged greetings with them, appreciating the opportunity to share this occasion with individuals of such distinct expertise and charisma. As the seats around you gradually filled, the air seemed to buzz with conversations and whispers, each guest bringing their own unique perspective and excitement to the event.
As the event commenced, a hush fell over the audience, the collective attention fixated on the stage before them. The first performance, a mesmerizing Liyue opera piece by Yun Jin, began to unfold. The delicate strains of traditional instruments blended with Yun Jin's powerful voice, weaving a narrative that resonated with the very essence of Liyue. The audience was enraptured, their breaths held as the melodic storytelling wove a tapestry of emotions and cultural significance. The atmosphere within the pavilion was electrified with emotion. The audience reactions were a symphony in themselves – gasps of awe, whispered commentary, and nods of appreciation rippled through the crowd. As Yun Jin's final note hung in the air, the entire pavilion erupted into a thunderous applause, a standing ovation that served as a testament to the impact of her performance. The air seemed to vibrate with appreciation, the collective emotion of the audience mirroring the beauty of the opera piece.
The momentum continued as the event flowed seamlessly into the next performance – a captivating dance from Inazuma. The dancers moved with a grace that seemed almost ethereal, their movements telling a story of their homeland, its traditions, and its unique cultural tapestry. As the dance unfolded, the atmosphere shifted once again, embracing the elegance and intricacy of Inazuma’ s culture. The audience's reactions were as diverse as the performances themselves. Whispers of awe and admiration floated through the air, mingling with the soft rustle of fine fabrics and the occasional murmur of agreement. The collective energy of the audience remained palpable, connecting every guest in a shared experience of appreciation and wonder.
The echoes of the applause for the Inazuman dancers had just faded when a familiar voice, rich and melodious, echoed through the venue, commanding the attention of every guest present. "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests," the voice declared, its tone carrying a blend of confidence and charisma, "the performances you've witnessed thus far have been a feast for your eyes and ears. But what you are about to experience will immerse all your senses in a world of wonder and enchantment." The words hung in the air, teasing the audience's curiosity and anticipation.
Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the voice, the sound of it igniting a rush of emotions within you. As the spotlight illuminated the center of the stage, your gaze was drawn inexorably toward it, and there he stood – Lyney. His presence was magnetic, and the years that had passed had only refined his charm. His wide smile seemed to embrace the entire audience, his gaze warm and inviting. He bowed gracefully, acknowledging the applause that greeted his introduction. "I am Lyney," he began, his voice carrying the confidence of someone accustomed to captivating audiences, "and I am a magician from Fontaine." The words were spoken with a measured cadence, each syllable resounding with a sense of familiarity and novelty all at once. It was him – the man whose memory had lingered in your heart, the one whose absence had left an indelible mark on your emotions.
Amid the mix of emotions that surged within you, a soft exclamation of "Oooh, a magic show!" came from none other than Hu Tao, her excitement evident in her tone. Her words seemed to break through the trance that had settled over you, reminding you that you were present in this moment.
Your heart raced as you remained frozen in your seat, your gaze fixed on Lyney as he commanded the stage with his presence. The audience around you were abuzz with anticipation, the collective energy almost tangible. A mixture of nostalgia and longing stirred within you, memories and emotions intertwining with the present.
Lyney's show began with a touch of classic magic – a dove pulled from a hat, its wings unfurling as it soared into the air, symbolizing the very essence of magic itself – the art of making the ordinary extraordinary. His voice, a symphony of confidence and charm, resonated through the pavilion as he introduced the trick. "Ladies and gentlemen," he proclaimed, "while this may be a trick you've seen before, remember that at its core, magic is about making things appear and disappear at will."
The audience watched in awe as Lyney continued to perform various tricks, each one more enchanting than the last. Coins vanished and reappeared, silk scarves transformed into liquids, and playing cards defied gravity as they danced through the air. His lines were delivered with a magnetic flair, drawing the audience into his world of illusion. "Now, my friends, watch closely. Believe in the impossible, for in that belief, magic truly comes to life."
Laughter and gasps of amazement filled the air as Lyney engaged the audience, involving them in his tricks. He exchanged playful banter with volunteers, leaving them astounded by his skill and wit. Amid the magic, you found yourself caught between the desire to be drawn into the spectacle and the instinct to remain inconspicuous. You held your breath, your heart pounding, as Lyney's performance continued to unfold. "Imagine," he mused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "that reality itself is a stage, and we are all players in a grand performance." The sense of wonder in his words resonated with everyone present, drawing them deeper into his performance. He involved the audience in various tricks, seamlessly integrating their reactions into his narrative.
In one instance, he produced a silk scarf, drawing it through his fist only for it to emerge as a string of colorful flags. "Life is like a tapestry," he said, his voice both poetic and whimsical, "woven with threads of experiences and moments." He glanced at a young child in the front row, involving them in the act, eliciting laughter and applause.
"Flowers," Lyney began, "have been an integral part of magic shows for centuries. They embody the beauty and transience of life." He produced a Windwheel Aster seemingly out of thin air, handing it to a guest from Mondstadt. "A symbol of elegance and grace," he said with a smile, the lily blooming like a promise in the guest's hand.
He continued his floral theme, drawing a Glaze Lily from nowhere, presenting it to Yun Jin, who had been seated among the audience after her breathtaking performance. "A tribute to the harmony of cultures," he remarked, the lily a token of appreciation and recognition.
And then came the Sakura confetti, a shower of delicate petals that enveloped the Inazuman dancers who had joined the audience. The petals caught the light as they drifted, creating an ethereal atmosphere. "A celebration of unity," Lyney declared, his words uniting the audience in a shared experience of joy and camaraderie.
With a smile that held a world of memories, he walked toward you. His voice, soft and filled with meaning, rang through the pavilion. "While Teyvat boasts a kaleidoscope of beautiful flowers, in an orchid full of them, there will always be only one that draws my heart." The anticipation in the air was palpable as he walked toward you, the crowd parting as if in reverence of the moment. He extended his hand, a bouquet of Lumidouce Bells materializing in his grasp. "Lumidouce Bells," he said with a smile, the words carrying a depth of meaning that only the two of you could understand. With bated breath, you watched as Lyney, with a smile that held a myriad of emotions, leaned forward and whispered in your ear, "Found you." His words resonated like a secret shared between two souls.
As he handed you the bouquet of Lumidouce Bells, his touch was gentle yet charged with a significance that sent a shiver down your spine. Just as your fingers were about to close around the bouquet, you noticed a flicker in his expression – a falter in his smile and a tremble in his hands. Your heart raced as you accepted the bouquet, his touch lingering for an extra moment before he stepped away, returning to the center of the stage to conclude his performance. Despite the impressive tricks that followed – cards transforming into butterflies, objects levitating – there was a subtle shift in his energy. The enthusiasm that had marked the beginning of his show seemed to dim, replaced by a quiet intensity that spoke of unspoken emotions.
The audience remained awestruck by the death-defying tricks, their gasps and applause punctuating each moment of wonder. But as Lyney took his final bow and left the stage, you sensed a wistfulness in his gaze as he cast one last look in your direction. The connection between you was undeniable, a thread that had persisted through the years and found its way to this moment.
As you settled back into your seat, clutching the bouquet of Lumidouce Bells, your fingers brushed against a small card hidden amidst the delicate blooms. Carefully extracting it, you unfolded the note to reveal words that seemed to dance off the page.
“You're not merely just a Lumidouce Bell, but you are MY Lumidouce Bell, an incandescent presence that casts a gentle and enduring fragrance upon my senses. Its beauty, a tapestry woven into eternity, outshines even the rainbow roses, mere pretenders swathed in the guise of lilies. Much like me, entwined in the delicate masquerade of existence.”
The note continued, inviting you to meet him at Chihu Rock just before the release of the lanterns. As you looked around at the vibrant tapestry of colors, scents, and emotions, the anticipation of the evening's culmination filled you – a culmination that promised to bring closure to what had been left unspoken for far too long.
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Lyney's hands held the porcelain pot filled with a soft-scented cream, its fragrance wafting delicately through the air. But it wasn't the cream itself that had caught his attention; it was the intricate decorative motif that adorned the pot. A side-profile silhouette of a woman holding a Glaze Lily in her right hand – it felt oddly familiar, like a whisper from the past that stirred memories within him.
His brows furrowed as he gazed at the motif, a sense of recognition tugging at his thoughts. Why did this remind him of you? As he stared at the motif, his mind raced back to a moment in time, a fragment of a memory that surfaced like a whisper in the wind. He remembered you, sitting across from him on one of your dates. It was a simple evening at a quaint cafe, where the laughter and conversation flowed freely. He had been fascinated as you sketched something on a paper napkin, a beautiful illustration of a woman holding a Lumidouce Bell in her hand. The design had struck him then as both charming and creative.
And now, as he looked at the pot's motif, he couldn't help but see the striking similarities. The pose of the woman, the delicate flower – it was as if your illustration had come to life in the most unexpected way. His heart raced as he fished out a paper napkin from his wallet, a napkin he had secretly pocketed on that very night. He unfolded it with careful hands, revealing the sketch that had captured his attention all those days ago. Comparing the drawing on the napkin with the motif on the pot of cream, there was no doubt about it. The designs were uncannily similar – almost like pieces of a puzzle that had fallen into place. His pulse quickened, his mind racing to unravel the connection, to make sense of the serendipity that had woven itself into this moment.
His heart surged with determination, his gaze seeking out Lynette. He rushed toward her, a sense of urgency pushing him forward. "Lynette!" he called out, his voice carrying a tone of desperation.
Lynette turned to him; her expression curious as she raised an eyebrow. "Lyney? What's got you so worked up?"
Breathing slightly faster, Lyney gestured toward the porcelain pot he held. "Where did you get this cream? The one with the Glaze Lily motif?"
Lynette glanced at the pot, then back at him, her expression shifting to one of surprise. "Oh, that? It's not mine, Lyney. It's Freminet's."
Lyney's brows furrowed in confusion. "Freminet's? Are you sure?"
Lynette nodded, a bemused smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, I'm sure. I mean, I've seen him use it before."
Lyney's mind raced as he processed the information. The motif on the pot, your illustration on the napkin – they couldn't be mere coincidences. The connection was too strong, too intimate to be dismissed. He looked back at the pot, his gaze lingering on the silhouette of the woman holding the Glaze Lily.
Time seemed to stretch as Lyney waited for Freminet to return home, his thoughts consumed completely by you. It had been three years since you left – three years since he had failed you, hurt you with his neglect. Those years had carried the weight of regret and longing, each day a reminder of his own shortcomings. Lyney's life had never been easy, marked by the trials of Fontaine and the looming threat of the prophecy. Even in the midst of these challenges, losing you had been one of the most painful experiences he had to deal with.
He remembered how he had wanted to search every nook and corner of Teyvat for you, to find you, to make amends. But Fontaine's mission, his duty, had taken precedence. "Father" had set a path before him, and Lyney had followed it. Even after the mission's completion, he had continued his search for you with the help of the Fatui. He wasn't sure what he was hoping to find – an address, a name, any trace of your existence. But each lead turned cold, and the void of your absence seemed to deepen with every passing day. Loneliness had become a constant companion, an ache that never quite left. It had haunted him, a ghost that whispered in his ear, a constant reminder of the pain he had inflicted.
The cream in his hand became a symbol of the past and the present, of missed opportunities and second chances. As he waited for Freminet, he felt the weight of the years that had passed. Memories of you were both a comfort and a torment, the warmth of your presence and the ache of your absence intertwined. Lyney's heart clenched as he recalled the laughter you shared, the moments of tenderness and joy. How he had allowed that to slip through his fingers, he could never forgive himself. The thought of you disappearing without a trace had left a void that nothing could fill.
As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, a sense of longing overwhelmed him. His assistants, ever well-intentioned, had tried to lift him from his slump over the years. They had orchestrated meetings with different women, hoping to redirect his focus and mend his wounded heart. But each attempt had only stoked the fire of his anguish. The very idea of anyone else in your place felt like a betrayal, a mockery of the bond he had shared with you. He had lashed out, his anger and pain spilling over, berating his assistants for their misguided efforts.
"I don't want a replacement," he had exclaimed one night, his voice laced with frustration. "I need her. I need (y/n), okay? No one else can fill the void she left behind."
The stages of grief had woven themselves into his life, each emotion an ache that settled deep within him. Denial had been his initial response, clinging to the hope that you would return, that the chasm between you could somehow be bridged. He had walked past your favorite cafe, caught glimpses of people who bore a resemblance to you, only to have the illusion shattered each time. Anger had surged when he caught the scent of your perfume in passing, a memory that had buried itself in the fabric of his life. He had shouted at the wind for playing cruel tricks, for conjuring fragments of you only to snatch them away. Bargaining had consumed him in the quiet hours of the night, as he tossed and turned in his empty bed. In those solitary moments, he had whispered promises to the void, pledges to mend what had been broken if only he could have another chance. Depression had visited him often, its weight pressing on his chest, making each breath a struggle. His days had been marked by a sense of hollowness, a numbness that refused to lift. The pain had become physical, a dull ache that throbbed with each beat of his heart.
And then there were the nights – long, torturous nights that were haunted by nightmares of you. He would see you hurt, your eyes filled with disappointment, your voice echoing with unspoken reproach. Other times, his enemies would appear in his dreams, threatening to harm you in ways he couldn't prevent. The helplessness he felt in those dreams mirrored the helplessness he felt in reality. The fear that he could no longer protect you had become a relentless specter, leaving him waking in cold sweats.
And through it all, your memory remained a beacon of light in the darkness. He would close his eyes and see your smile, hear your laughter, feel your touch as if you were standing right beside him. The ache of your absence was a reminder of the love he had lost, a love he would do anything to reclaim. In the midst of his pain and longing, one thing was clear – he didn't want to spend another moment without you. If given the chance, he would never let you go, never let you feel inadequate, never make you feel his absence. He would cherish every moment, hold you close, and never allow the distance to creep in again.
As he stood there, lost in the whirlwind of his thoughts, the door opened, and Freminet returned. The man's presence broke through the haze of Lyney's emotions, and he forced himself to focus on the present. The revelation of the cream's origin was a clue, a thread to follow, a path that might lead him back to you. With determination in his eyes, Lyney turned his attention to Freminet, his heart and mind aligned in their purpose.
"Freminet," Lyney began, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "Where did you get this cream from?"
Freminet stammered, his eyes widening slightly as he tried to process Lyney's intense gaze. "Uh, well... I've been diving a lot lately, and my skin started to dry up really bad. So, I read this article on Steambird, you know? They recommended this new moisturizer that was… uh… imported from Liyue."
Lyney's heart quickened at the mention of the article. It was a thread, a connection, something to hold on to. "Do you still have a copy of that article?" he asked, his voice eager.
Freminet nodded, a touch of curiosity in his eyes as he disappeared briefly and returned with the newspaper. Lyney took it from him and began to skim through the pages until he found the article in question. The words on the page spoke of a new skincare brand that had been gaining popularity in Liyue and was slowly making its mark across Teyvat. He read that the product was not readily available in Fontaine due to import costs, and it was being sold exclusively in Romaritime Harbor.
A surge of anticipation coursed through Lyney's veins. Romaritime Harbor in Fontaine was not far from where he stood. Could this be a sign? Could you be in Liyue? His heart raced with the possibility, and he knew he had to find out for sure. He looked up at Freminet, his eyes determined.
"Thank you, Freminet," Lyney said sincerely, his gratitude shining through his gaze. "This means a lot to me."
Freminet offered a small smile, though confusion lingered in his expression. "Uh, you're welcome, Lyney. But, uh, can I ask why this is so important to you?"
Lyney's lips curved into a bittersweet smile. "This might be the clue I've been waiting for. Thank you, brother."
Freminet nodded, a warm smile crossing his features. "Of course, Lyney. If there's anything else I can do to help..."
Lyney's gaze was resolute as he responded. "There is. I need to meet with 'Father.' It's time to put our resources to use, to verify something important."
Freminet's expression shifted to one of understanding, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "I'll make the arrangements," he said, his voice steady.
With a sense of purpose, Lyney turned and left Freminet's shop, his heart filled with renewed determination. The cream, the Glaze Lily motif, the connection to Liyue – they were all pieces of the puzzle that were leading him back to you. As he made his way to meet "Father," his steps were guided by hope, by the prospect of mending what had been broken, and by the overwhelming desire to find you once again.
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Backstage at the Lantern Rite festival, Lyney stood with Lynette and his assistants, a flurry of emotions swirling within him. The festival was in full swing, the air alive with the vibrant energy of the celebration. His heart beat like a drum in his chest as he took in the flurry of preparations around him. Lynette and his assistants were nearby, their presence a reassuring anchor in the midst of the bustling atmosphere. Memories flooded his mind as he glanced at the lanterns that adorned the area, their soft glow casting a warm and inviting ambiance. He remembered how you had wished to witness this festival, to experience the beauty of your mother's home, the place she had left behind to create a life with your father. It was an event that held deep significance for you, and he had listened with rapt attention as you described every detail. The lanterns, the colors, the sense of unity – they were all part of the tapestry of your stories. And now, standing in the midst of it all, he felt your absence keenly.
He knew that you were here, among the esteemed guests of the Liyue Qixing. He had pulled several strings to make it happen, with help from Charlotte, Lumine, and Paimon. The favor he held with the Tianquan, thanks to his connection with Lumine, had smoothed the way for your presence. The pieces were falling into place, the stage was set, and all that remained was the grand reveal of his discovery of you.
As the Inazuman dancers finished their mesmerizing performance on the stage, the crowd erupted into applause. The energy in the air was palpable, a mix of excitement and joy. But for Lyney, the anticipation had a different edge. He knew that his turn was approaching, the moment when he would step onto the stage. His heart pounded even harder as he adjusted his attire, his mind racing with thoughts of you. It had been over three years since he had last seen you, and the prospect of finally reuniting filled him with both hope and trepidation. Would you still be the same? The memory of your smile, your laughter, the way you looked at him – they were etched into his mind. Would you be happy to see him, or would the distance that had grown between you overshadow the reunion? The uncertainty gnawed at him, a persistent anxiety that he couldn't shake. The stage lights flickered, signaling that his moment was drawing near. As the applause for the dancers began to fade, he exchanged a glance with Lynette and his assistants, their encouragement a silent reassurance. The stage was now his, the spotlight waiting to illuminate his discovery, his determination, and his longing. "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests," He spoke with confidence that masked his inner turmoil. "The performances you've witnessed thus far have been a feast for your eyes and ears. But what you are about to experience will immerse all your senses in a world of wonder and enchantment."
With a deep breath, he stepped forward, his heart in his throat. The crowd's attention shifted to him, their murmurs quieting in anticipation. The lanterns cast a warm and gentle glow upon him, creating an almost ethereal aura. His steps were measured as he walked onto the stage, his eyes scanning the faces in the crowd. He knew you were among them, somewhere, watching. "I am Lyney," he began, his voice carrying the confidence of someone accustomed to captivating audiences, "and I am a magician from Fontaine."
As he continued speaking, his eyes scanned the expectant audience, searching for a face he hadn't seen in years. And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, his gaze locked onto you. Your presence was a radiant beacon in the sea of faces, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. He couldn't deny the rush of emotions that flooded him at the sight of you. You looked just as beautiful as he remembered, if not more. You were adorned in a traditional festival attire, every intricate detail woven with elegance and grace. Delicate jewelry adorned your neck and wrists, shimmering with every move you made. The lantern light caught the glint of the jewelry, creating a soft halo around you. Your lips were parted in genuine surprise, your eyes widening as you took in the unexpected sight of him on stage.
His heart swelled at the sight of you, a mix of longing, love, and a touch of sorrow washing over him. He wanted nothing more than to rush toward you, to gather you in his arms and hold you close. But he couldn't – not just yet. The show had to go on, and Lyney was, at his core, a performer. He understood the power of a well-executed act, the art of weaving emotions through illusions. He knew he had to convey his message to you through his performance, to let you know that he had found you, that he was here, that he still cared.
He moved with grace and precision, each movement deliberate and purposeful. He conjured illusions that mesmerized the crowd – fireworks that appeared from nowhere, a cascade of shimmering lights that danced around him, and moments of suspended reality that left everyone in awe. And all the while, his eyes kept finding you in the crowd, his performances a message meant only for you.
"Flowers," Lyney began, his voice carrying a melodic cadence that resonated through the air, "have been an integral part of magic shows for centuries. They embody the beauty and transience of life." He conjured a Windwheel Aster with a flourish, presenting it to a guest from Mondstadt. As he handed over the delicate bloom, a smile graced his lips, and the Windwheel Aster became not just a flower, but a token of elegance and grace, blooming like a promise within the guest's grasp. His performance continued, seamlessly entwining the theme of flowers. From the vast expanse of his magical repertoire, he conjured a Glaze Lily, extending it towards Yun Jin, the performer who had graced the stage with her captivating artistry. The lily symbolized more than its physical form—it was a tribute to the harmonious fusion of cultures, a testament to appreciation and acknowledgment. Then came the crescendo of his floral spectacle, the Sakura confetti that cascaded from above, a shower of delicate petals that seemed to suspend time itself. Each petal caught the light, creating a tapestry of ethereal beauty that enveloped the Inazuman dancers who had joined the audience. "A celebration of unity," Lyney declared, his words uniting the hearts of the crowd in shared exhilaration and camaraderie.
A pause lingered in the air, heavy with anticipation, as Lyney's gaze found you. “While Teyvat boasts a kaleidoscope of beautiful flowers, in an orchid full of them, there will always be only one that draws my heart." His steps, guided by a sense of purpose, carried him toward the individual who held his heart. As he moved, the crowd seemed to part as if in reverence of the unfolding moment. The weight of his words hung in the atmosphere, laden with a depth that only the two of you could fathom. His hand extended, and with a flourish, a bouquet of Lumidouce Bells materialized in his grasp. Lumidouce Bells, chosen not just for their beauty, but for the significance they held between the two of you. A smile that spoke volumes graced his lips as he regarded you, and his words held a world of shared history and emotion. "Lumidouce Bells," he repeated, a simple phrase that contained a universe of unspoken sentiments.
With every eye upon him and every heartbeat suspended in the air, Lyney took a step forward, closing the distance between you. As he leaned in, he was teased with the familiar scent of you. "Found you," he whispered.
And then, the moment arrived. With an outstretched hand, he offered the bouquet to you, a silent invitation that held a universe of meaning. Your hand reached out, fingers brushing against the delicate petals, and for an instant, time seemed to hold its breath. His eyes fell upon the ring adorning your finger, a glint of gold that sent a shockwave through his heart. A ring. The sight of it felt like a dagger piercing through him. Someone else had managed to find their way into your heart during the years he had spent searching for you, longing for you. The pit in his stomach deepened, a chasm of anguish that threatened to swallow him whole. His hand trembled imperceptibly as you took hold of the bouquet, his touch lingering a moment longer than necessary. He wanted to etch this fleeting connection into his memory, to savor the sensation of your touch before letting go.
It was a cruel twist of fate – he had finally found you, only to discover that you were no longer his to hold. With a heavy heart, he managed to plaster a smile across his face, a facade that concealed the tempest raging within him. He stepped back, retreating from the threshold of what could have been, what should have been. With a determined stride, he returned to the center of the stage, his heartache masked by the resilience of a performer. The show must go on, regardless of the chaos that threatened to unravel his thoughts. The next phase of his performance involved feats of daring magic – illusions that defied logic and challenged reality. He summoned flames that danced at his fingertips, conjured illusions that seemed to play with the fabric of space itself, and performed tricks that left the crowd in awe. Each act carried a deeper layer of emotion, each illusion a reflection of the turmoil within him. His eyes kept meeting yours throughout, and with every exchange, it felt like his very being was disintegrating, his emotions laid bare for you to see. The heartbreak was a constant undercurrent, but he continued, the echoes of his actions weaving a bittersweet symphony that only you and he could comprehend.
And then, as his final act approached, he knew that the time for his performance was drawing to an end. The climax of his act involved a seemingly death-defying escape, an illusion that left the crowd breathless. His movements were precise, each gesture a calculated step toward a climactic moment. And as he emerged unscathed from the shackles that had bound him, the audience erupted into a standing ovation, their cheers like a chorus that resonated with his own tumultuous emotions. With Lynette and his assistants by his side, they took a bow, the applause like a crescendo that filled the air. But beneath the facade of the performer, Lyney's heart was heavy with the weight of what could have been. The applause faded, and as he stepped off the stage, his footsteps were laden with remorse and sorrow. The energy that had fueled his performance now felt like an anchor, dragging him down into the depths of his own emotions.
"Lynette," he whispered as they retreated backstage, his voice cracking with the weight of his emotions. She turned to him; concern etched on her features. "I need a moment," he managed to say, his voice betraying the anguish he fought to conceal.
With the echoes of the applause still ringing in his ears, Lyney found himself making his way through the lantern-lit streets of Liyue City. The cacophony of joy and celebration seemed distant, as if separated by an insurmountable divide. His steps were heavy, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume him. The warmth of the lanterns that once held so much wonder now felt like a mockery of his own turmoil. He had asked you to meet him at Chihu Rock before the lanterns were released into the night sky. But now, as he climbed the steps that led to the rocky peak, his heart weighed down by uncertainty.
Would you even show up to the place he had suggested? Would you be there with the new person who had become the recipient of your love? The thought was a dagger in his heart, a painful reminder of what he could have prevented, the pain he could have spared you. Did you now make omelets just the way he liked them – sunny side up with the edges slightly burnt? Did your new love also get to experience the warmth of your smile as you closed your eyes and laughed, allowing your scrunching nose to be kissed affectionately? He recalled other little quirks – the way you hummed when you were lost in thought, the way you always saved the last piece of dessert for him even if you pretended to be full, and the sound of your laughter that could light up even the darkest corners of his heart. The images tormented him – soft, intimate moments that he had once cherished, now twisted by the possibility of being shared with someone else. These questions, these thoughts, they were all blades that cut through him, leaving wounds that no magic could heal.
And yet, he found himself on the peak of Chihu Rock, overlooking the city bathed in the glow of the lanterns. He waited, his heart a maelstrom of emotions. Maybe it was futile, he thought. Perhaps you wouldn't come. Why would you even want to meet him, the one who had let you slip through his fingers? Minutes stretched into an eternity, each second filled with the anticipation of your arrival. Why was he still here? He didn't know. What would he say if you did come? He had no idea. But one thing was clear – he needed to apologize. Apologize for the pain he had inflicted upon you, for the words left unsaid, for the distance that had grown between you. It was the least he could do, the only way to mend the fragments of what you had shared.
Lyney's ears caught a sound, a soft panting that seemed to carry on the wind even before he saw you. His heart leaped within his chest; anticipation mingled with anxiety. He stood up; his eyes fixed on the path leading up the rocks. And there you were, ascending the rocky steps with the bouquet of Lumidouce Bells still held in your hand. As you drew nearer, he extended his hand toward you, a silent offer of help. He saw you hesitate for a brief second, a flicker of uncertainty crossing your eyes. But then you nodded, your fingers curling around his hand. The warmth of your touch, the familiarity of your grasp, it all made his heart ache. Would this be the last time he would feel this connection? He wondered, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotion.
"Lyney," you whispered, your voice breathless from the climb and the emotions that surely mirrored his own.
But he couldn't let you finish. He looked into your eyes, his own brimming with regret and apology. He had to say it, had to let you know, even if the words could never truly mend the fractures he had caused. "Listen," he began, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "I know that apologies can't change the past, can't erase the hurt I've caused you all these years. But I owe you this. I owe you an apology for every time I bailed out on our dates, for every moment I made you feel like you were less than you truly are."
He took a deep breath, the scent of the Lumidouce Bells intermingling with the damp earthiness of the rocks. "I was so caught up in the allure of adventure, in the promise of releasing Fontaine from its cursed prophecy, that I was blind to the pain I was causing you." He paused, his chest constricting with the weight of his remorse. "It was all my fault, you didn't deserve to feel neglected, especially not by me."
He watched as your expression shifted, a mix of emotions dancing in your eyes. He wanted to reach out, to wipe away the pain etched on your features, but he knew that words were all he had to offer now. "You called me your rainbow rose," His voice trembled as he spoke, his emotions laid bare before you. “But the true rainbow roses of this world are extinct. And as their era came to an end, a plant that used to grow symbiotically with it has stolen the name 'Rainbow Rose.'" His voice cracked, the weight of his metaphor carrying a world of meaning. "Rainbow roses that you see today are imposter lilies, just like me – pretending to be something I'm not."
Tears welled in his eyes; his vulnerability exposed for you to witness. He had said the words that had lingered in his heart for so long, the words he owed you, even though they couldn't undo the past. And as he looked into your eyes, his own filled with the anguish of his confession, he could only hope that you would see the depth of his remorse, the sincerity in his apology, and the love that had never wavered, even in the face of his mistakes. "But I'm here now," he said. “I want you to know that I'm sorry. Truly, deeply sorry. I regret every tear you shed, every smile I failed to bring to your lips.”
He braced himself for your response, the silence between you both heavy with unspoken emotions. The lantern-lit surroundings seemed to hold its breath, waiting for your next move. And then, your voice, like a soft melody, broke the stillness, whispering his name. His heart fluttered at the sound, a sensation he had long missed.
But he couldn't let the moment linger in a sweet fantasy. He cleared his throat, his eyes flickering toward the ring on your finger. "I'm glad," he began, his eyes fixed on the glint of gold that adorned your finger, the ring that had been a tormenting reminder of his own failures. "I'm glad someone else brings you the happiness I couldn't."
He noticed the confusion that flickered across your features, the furrow of your brow and the faint "What?" that escaped your lips. He pointed to the ring, his gaze unwavering, and then looked away, his jaws clenched with a mixture of emotions he struggled to put into words. The silence that hung in the air was pregnant with unspoken pain, a chasm of misunderstanding that seemed impossible to bridge.
And then, like a soft melody that cut through the tension, he heard your giggle. It was a sound he hadn't realized he had been longing to hear, a sound that made his heart flutter in a way he hadn't experienced in years. It sounded just like in his dreams, a symphony of joy that had once been his to cherish. He met your gaze again, his eyes searching yours as he watched you take off the ring. Shock colored his features, a mixture of astonishment and disbelief that painted his expression. What was happening? He wondered. "What...?" he managed to utter, his voice a mix of shock and incredulity.
Your laughter filled the air once again, a melody that seemed to bring light to the darkness that had clouded his thoughts. "Lyney, this ring," you said, your voice laced with amusement, "it's not what you think."
He blinked, his confusion deepening. "Not what I think?" he repeated, his brows furrowing.
You met his gaze, your eyes holding a spark of mischief that he had missed so dearly. "It's not real," you explained, your words causing a mixture of relief and bewilderment to wash over him. "I wore it to ward off unsolicited suitors that seem to come out of the woodwork, especially during the Lantern Rite Festival."
His heart skipped a beat, his eyes never leaving yours. The weight of the realization settled over him like a gentle wave, soothing the ache that had taken residence in his chest. He had misunderstood, misjudged, and in doing so, he had subjected himself to needless torment. The tension in the air began to dissipate, replaced by a renewed sense of hope. His lips quirked into a small, almost disbelieving smile, and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
And then, as if the floodgates of communication had been opened, he heard your voice, soft and uncertain, asking him the question he had been waiting for. "How did you find me?"
He met your gaze, his own eyes filled with a mix of emotions. He cleared his throat, his voice soft but resolute. "I never stopped looking for you," he said. "I used every Fatui connection I had to try to find any trace of you, but it was like you truly were the best magician – disappearing without a trace." He offered a small, self-deprecating smile, the tension of the moment momentarily eased by the hint of humor. And then, his fingers moved to the inside pocket of his coat, retrieving a crumpled napkin. He unfolded it carefully, revealing the illustration you had drawn so long ago – the silhouette of a woman holding a Lumidouce Bell. "I never stopped carrying this with me," he admitted. He looked into your eyes; his gaze unwavering. "I'm happy to hear that your business venture is doing well," he said, his words carrying a sincerity that was mirrored in his eyes. "And through it, I finally found you."
Tears welled in your eyes; the emotions too powerful to be contained. Your voice trembled as you whispered, "Why are you here, Lyney?"
He didn't hesitate, his gaze never leaving yours. "I think you already know the answer," he whispered back.
Your hands trembled as you held on to the flowers, your gaze dropping to your fingers that played with the flower petals. "I haven't stopped thinking about you," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper. "But I'm scared... scared to be so dependent on you again, scared that I won't recover if my heart breaks once more because of you."
His heart ached at your words, the vulnerability in your voice piercing through his own defenses. He reached out, his fingers gently tilting your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. The world seemed to quiet. "I understand," he said, his voice gentle but resolute. "And I'm not here to ask you for anything, to demand your trust. I'm here because I needed to apologize, because I needed you to know that my feelings for you never wavered, even when I was blind to your pain. I'm here to say that I'm willing to rebuild what we had, one step at a time, if you'll let me."
As if on cue, the world around Lyney seemed to respond to the emotions that hung in the air. Slowly, hundreds and thousands of floating lanterns began ascending into the sky, their warm glow illuminating Lyney and you in a cascade of light and warmth. Your gaze was drawn to the spectacle above, the lanterns carrying wishes and hopes. Lyney's thumb brushed against your cheek, a tender gesture that wiped away the tear that had escaped. Your eyes met his, the unspoken understanding between you growing stronger with each passing moment.
But your gaze shifted slightly, drawn to his thumb where a teardrop glistened. It was a poignant sight, one that caught your breath. The gloves he wore – they were the ones you had intended to gift him on your anniversary three years ago. The gloves that you had left behind in the box filled with memories of him. They looked worn, as he had been wearing them every day, to feel your presence beside him.
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he closed his fist, the teardrop vanishing from his thumb. And when he opened his fist again, there was something new – a Lumidouce Bell. But this one was different, not just in its material – silver and gold – but in its significance. It was the one he had carefully designed, a representation of his intentions for your future together, a token that you could keep forever if he ever had the chance to see you again. His voice, soft yet steady, filled the space between you. "You're not just another Lumidouce Bell," he said, his eyes locking onto yours with unwavering determination. "You are my favorite Lumidouce Bell. My only Lumidouce Bell. And you always will be, if you allow it."
Your trembling hand reached out, your fingers gently grasping the metal flower that he had offered. The design was intricate, the melding of silver and gold creating a delicate balance. As the lanterns continued to ascend, carrying with them the wishes and dreams of those who released them, he felt a sense of renewal in his heart. A smile curved his lips, a genuine expression that radiated with emotion. For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to feel a sliver of happiness, a shard of relief. The distance between you was no longer insurmountable, and the mistakes of the past were not the end of your story. The future remained uncertain, but he held onto the possibility that it could be rewritten – a tale of redemption, forgiveness, and a silent promise to never let you slip away, ever again.
As the lanterns continued to ascend into the sky, casting a cascade of light over the rocky peak of Chihu, the past and the present seemed to merge into a single moment. And as you looked into Lyney's eyes, he knew that this was the beginning of a new chapter – a chance to heal, to mend, and to create a future that was forged from the lessons of the past.
(p.s - there is another Lyney oneshot I am working on which i mentioned in one of my posts. Please let me know if you want to be tagged on that one and no it isn't related to this one.)
AN: I know some of you wanted (y/n)to move on with another person. But I do believe some people are worth a second chance. I apologise if I disappointed anyone with this ending. Please feel free to reach out to me if you wish to have an alternative ending to this. It just felt right given how we saw Lyney's perspective in the last part and in this. He wasn't scummy, he was just too caught up in the moment.
AN: Here's an amazing fanart drawn by @icezeebee based on the part 1 and part to of the fic - Fanart. Please go show them some love and tell them how awesome they are!!!
