INTRODUCTION. You were desperate for a job— desperate enough to call the uncle you haven’t spoken to in years. Somehow, he lands you a position on his farm. Easy work, right?
Wrong.
The moment you arrive, you realize the entire workforce consists of hybrids… all of whom stare at you like you’re their newest curiosity. And as the only human on the farm, you’re starting to wonder what exactly your uncle hired you for.
Just as you’re settling in, he calls out one last instruction:
“Be gentle when servicing my hybrids!”
You freeze as you watch him disappears. And now every hybrid on the farm looks way too excited.
Congratulations. You have no idea what this job is— but the hybrids definitely do.
( ! ) Multiple Male Characters x Reader , porn with little/no plot , short series (?) , crossover , NSFW , smut , potentially ooc characters , HYBRID/FARM AU , heat cycles
( ❤︎ ) Inspired by Mr. A's Farm
( ✎ ) ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes I might make in the future fics. And also, please do not be afraid to comment if I misplace or misuse a tag/warning!
( # ) To see more about this series, look at #■■.Farm au !
INTRODUCING our beloved farm hybrids! They’re strong, hardworking, loyal, and—according to your uncle—very eager to meet you. So please, take good care of them, dear. They’ve worked so hard, and they deserve only the best (you). ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
COW HYBRIDS
I. PHAINON — Sub! Phainon , milking/lactating , breeding , Male! Reader ...etc.
II. DILUC — Sub! Diluc , overstimulation , milking/lactating , breeding , Fem! Reader ...etc.
III. MYDEIMOS — Sub! Mydei , overstimulation , rough , manhandling , heat cycles , bondage , use of milking machine , breeding , Male! Reader ...etc.
IV. NANAMI KENTO — Sub! Nanami , heat cycle , milking/lactating , use of milking machine , gn! Reader ...etc.
BULL HYBRIDS
I. TOJI FUSHIGURO — Dom Toji , breeding , knotting , rough sex , Male! Reader ...etc.
II. SUKUNA RYOMEN— Dom Sukuna , rough sex, sadistic sukuna , Fem! Reader , breeding ...etc.
III. BLADE — Switch Blade , bondage, rough sex , Gn! Reader ...etc.
I. WELT YANG — Service Sub! Welt , blowjob , age difference , cum eating , fingering , Male Reader ...etc.
II. CHOSO — Sub! Choso , roleplay , fingering , rough sex , gn! Reader ...etc.
III. HIROMI HIRUGUMA — Sub! Hiromi , sleepy sex , praising , riding , overstimulation , Fem! Reader ...etc.
CHICKEN HYBRIDS
I. DAN HENG — Sub! Dan heng , breeding , egg fertilization , overstimulation , begging , praising , Male! Reader ...etc.
II. ZHONGLI — Sub! Zhongli , overstimulation , fingering , begging , praising , pegging , Fem! Reader ...etc.
III. SUNDAY — Sub! Sunday , lingerie , dacryphilia , overstimulation , rough sex , Gn! Reader ...etc.
SPECIALS !
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( ✎ ) PLEASE NOTE that some of these tags might change and I might add more characters/hybrids if I feel like it! AND EXPECT slow updates and frequent editing in the fics! I’ll be posting each fic in no specific order.
cw: MDNI, smut, bigdick!steve, dom!steve, p in v, no protection, dirty talk uhm idk smut again?
an: first time writing anything spicy lol i hope you enjoy it! (divider by @saradika-graphics !)
The dress was a stupid idea.
You still wore it anyway.
It was too short. The fabric clung to your hips and rode up your thighs with every step, no matter how many times you tugged it down in the mirror that morning. You stood there longer than you should have, turning side to side, telling yourself she looked hot. Confident. Like someone who didn’t give a damn.
Like you weren’t putting it on for him.
But the lie sat heavy in your chest as you drove to WSQK, Fleetwood Mac playing low on the tape deck. Hawkins still carried that faint wrongness in the air. Occasional static on the radio, military trucks rumbling past in the distance. But you pushed it aside. Today wasn’t about any of that. Today was about proving something to yourself.
You just weren’t sure what.
When you pushed open the station door, the familiar smell of burnt coffee and old carpet hit you first. Robin’s voice spilled out from the booth, bright and rambling over the speakers about some listener’s request for Blondie.
You dropped your bag behind the counter and started sorting through yesterday’s notes—little scribbles and song ideas in your messy handwriting. You could feel Robin’s eyes on you before you even looked up.
Robin leaned out of the booth, mic muted. Her eyebrows shot up.
“Jesus Christ,” she said slowly, dragging her gaze over the dress. “You trying to start a war today?”
You shrugged, cheeks already warming. You tugged at the hem again out of habit. “It’s just a dress.”
Robin let out a low whistle. “Just a dress. Sure. Steve’s gonna lose his fucking mind the second he sees you.”
You chewed your bottom lip, that nervous little habit you couldn’t shake. “Good.”
Before Robin could tease you more, the back room door swung open.
Steve stepped out, mug of coffee in one hand, a stack of papers in the other. His hair was still a little messy from the drive over, Henley stretched across his shoulders in that way that always made you stupid. His eyes found you immediately.
And they stayed there.
He stopped mid-step. His gaze dragged down, It was slow and deliberate. taking in the tight fabric hugging your waist, the short hem, the long line of your legs. His throat worked as he swallowed.
He said your name. His voice came out rough, lower than usual. “What the hell are you wearing?”
You tilted your head, trying to play it cool even as heat pooled low in your belly. “Something comfortable.”
Steve set the mug down on the counter with a little too much force. He crossed the small space between you, stopping just close enough that you could smell his cologne and that warm, familiar Steve scent underneath. His eyes were dark, hungry.
“You wore that on purpose,” he said quietly.
You shrugged one shoulder, but your pulse was already racing. “Maybe I did.”
He didn’t touch you right away. Just stood there, looking at you like he was memorizing every inch. One hand finally lifted, fingers brushing the hem of your dress, tracing the edge where fabric met skin. The touch was light, but it sent electricity straight through you.
“You know what this does to me,” he murmured, voice dropping even lower. “Walking in here looking like sin. Chewing that damn lip.”
Your breath hitched. You could feel Robin watching you from the booth, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
“Tell me,” you whispered.
Steve leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Makes me want to drag you into the break room and fuck you until the only thing you can remember is how good i feel inside you.”
Your thighs pressed together instinctively. The words hit hard, straight and filthy, exactly the way you liked them from him.
Robin groaned loudly from the other side of the glass. “You two are disgusting. At least wait until I’m not stuck in here listening to you eye-fuck each other.”
Steve didn’t even glance at you. His fingers tightened slightly on your thigh, just under the hem. “Break room. Five minutes.”
You should have said no. You were supposed to be figuring things out, not falling right back into this hot, messy cycle. But the way he was looking at you— dark eyes, jaw tight, barely holding himself back, that made your decision easy.
You nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”
You lasted maybe three minutes.
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The second the break room door clicked shut, Steve had you pressed against it, mouth crashing into yours with months of pent-up want. His hands roamed—gripping your waist, sliding down to squeeze your ass, pulling you tight against the hard line of his body.
“God, baby,” he groaned between kisses, nipping at your bottom lip. “You look so fucking good. This dress, fuck, it’s criminal.”
He spun you slowly, pressing your front to the cool door. One big hand shoved the hem of your dress up over your hips while the other tangled gently in your hair, tilting your head back so he could kiss along your neck. You felt him behind you, already hard. The thick bulge of his cock grinding slowly against your ass.
You whimpered quietly, pushing back into him.
Steve’s breath was hot against your ear. “You want it, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” you breathed. “Please.”
He took his time. Belt undone slowly, zipper loud in the quiet room. Then you felt the blunt, heavy head of his cock teasing your entrance. It was thick, hot, and so big it made your thighs tremble even before he pushed in.
He eased in inch by inch, stretching you open with that familiar, overwhelming fullness. You moaned softly, forehead pressed to the door as he bottomed out, hips flush against your ass.
“Fuck,” Steve groaned, voice wrecked. One arm banded around your waist, holding you steady. “So tight, pretty girl. Always take my dick so well. Look at you, taking every inch like you were made for it.”
He stayed there for a long moment, letting you adjust, lips pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck. Then he started moving. Those slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. The pace was unhurried, deliberate, each thrust deep enough to make you gasp.
“That’s it,” he murmured, one hand sliding down to rub slow circles over her clit. “Feel that? Feel how deep I am, babydoll? Gonna fuck you nice and slow until you’re shaking for me.”
Your legs trembled. The stretch, the fullness, the way he filled you so completely, it was almost too much. You moaned his name, pushing back to meet every thrust.
Steve kept the rhythm steady, praising you in that low, rough voice you loved. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me. Taking me so well.”
You came first, slow and deliberate, clenching around his thick length with a broken whimper. Steve groaned, hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge, burying himself deep and pulsing hot inside you.
You stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard. Steve pressed gentle kisses along your shoulder, his arms wrapped around you like he never wanted to let go.
“Missed this,” he whispered against your skin. “Missed you.”
You smiled, still glowing, heart too full. “Missed you too, Steve.”
You both cleaned up slowly, trading soft touches and lazy kisses. When you finally slipped back into the main area, Robin was waiting with an exaggerated sigh and a knowing smirk.
“You two are hopeless,” she said, shaking her head. “Callers are piling up. Try to keep your hands to yourselves for at least the next hour, yeah?”
You laughed softly, cheeks still flushed, and picked up your notes again. Steve’s hand brushed yours as he passed, warm and lingering, a quiet promise in his eyes.
It was just another morning at the Squawk.
But with the slow ache between your legs and the taste of him still on your lips, it felt like something a lot bigger.
18+ content ahead. angel character x human reader. intentional upper and lower case. lots of references to catholicism. amab, masc reader & character. fem-aligned & minors dni.
thinking about being on your knees alone in a grand cathedral. your eyes are closed, your hands are clasped in prayer, and you’re begging whoever’s out there to intercede for you, to purify your rotten soul. your legs are weak from how long you’ve held this position.
an unfamiliar, warm caress awakens you from your trance, but you have to strain to open your eyes. the incandescent light in front of you is almost unbearable. your corneas sting, and you can feel the beginnings of tears in your eyes.
Cry not, little one. Be not afraid.
the words echo in your head, but have no apparent source. as your sight adjusts, you can make out a shape that is just barely human. it stands between yourself and the altar you were praying to a moment ago. you could have sworn someone touched you, but the creature was much too far from you to do that. it becomes increasingly clear to you what, or who, this creature might be, and the words escape your lips before you can think any further.
“god, is that you?”
the effulgent figure laughs, or at least you think it was him. the sound seems to be coming from your own head, rather than an outside source. his voice is deep and velvety, but it had a musical quality to it.
No, lamb, for I am one of His servants.
you ponder for a moment, only to come to a stronger conclusion. your voice comes out a bit more confident this time.
“a servant of the lord? are you an angel?”
a sudden sensation of warmth fills you, much like happiness or pride. however, you sense that this emotion is not your own, and that it is merely being transferred to you.
That is correct.
his words send a shiver down your spine. tears still threaten to spill from your eyes, but no longer because of his light. rather, you am tempted to cry because due to the sheer awe that has overcome you. your heart races with divine fear of the being in front of you. electricity races through your blood and down, between your legs. you hope he doesn’t notice your growing arousal, especially since you just met the angel.
“s-so… do you have a message for me?”
Not quite, little one. I have been sent to provide an answer for your prayers.
your attempt to stifle your sinful lust is proving to be increasingly unsuccessful. all you can hope is that this angel does not know the human body well enough, so that he does not recognize your flushed cheeks or pounding heart as symptoms of desire.
“would the answer… is it not a message?”
I do not believe a human would interpret it in such a way.
suddenly, an invisible force guides you up, from your knees, and to a standing position. you feel as though you have no choice but to obey, and so you do. that same force compels you forward, the angel following close behind you. you didn’t need to ask to know what this mysterious force was.
now that you stand next to him, you are forced to confront just how much larger he is than you. he has to be at least double your own height. no wonder people are so intimidated by angels. however, he is more like a human than you expected an angel to look.
you stand in between the altar and the tabernacle, your back facing the pews. the angel comes to stand in front of you and lifts you onto the altar.
he cast both yourself and the dim cathedral in a soft glow. you was almost confident that he had toned down his brilliance so that you could bear being so close. his wings spread behind him in a grand display and a halo encircled his head. however, despite all his glory, he did not cast a shadow.
this close, the vague shape of human facial features were visible. although, they were a bit fuzzy, as if not fully realized. there were indents for eyes, the sharp point of a straight nose, and barely discernible lips.
I suppose I should make myself appear more human, if I intend to do what I wish with you.
the fuzzy edges solidified, and he was no longer a being of pure light. he had eyes like storm clouds and hair like silk. he still had his wings, but now they were formed of feathers rather than fire. you were tempted to run your fingers through them, and over his skin, to touch the divine with human flesh. his face broke into a grin and you flushed, remembering he could see your thoughts.
the angel’s robes were done up lazily, and could be pulled apart with a little tug, as if he was trying to tempt you. you could do nothing to hide your growing arousal, especially since he was right in front of you. even then, you made a pathetic attempt at covering yourself up.
he flicked your hands aside with ease, saying, “You need not hide yourself from me, little lamb. I already know how you feel.”
your face twisted in confusion, distracting from his slight teasing. “why are you speaking aloud to me if you can speak directly into my head?”
“Humans seem to be less afraid of me when I communicate in this way and in a human form. However, I do not seem to have that same problem with you. Even your tears came from a place of awe rather than fear.” one of his hands now cradled your face, as his eyes gazed into yours like you were the divine being here. he scoffed slightly as you leaned into his touch without apprehension, scooting infinitesimally towards him. “You are a curiosity amongst your kind, my dear. That is precisely how you managed to catch my attention. In truth, I have been watching you for some time now.”
you couldn’t help but question him again. “how long?”
“Not too long, but enough to become somewhat attached to you. I know you have being crying out to have your soul to be purified, especially since confession has been ineffective for you, and I have a method of doing so.”
“that method involves me being… here?” you gestured widely to the altar you were currently sitting upon.
“Why do I not just show you?”
before you could utter another word, his lips pressed against yours. how could you think whilst being held in the embrace of a sacred being, molded by god? how could describe the kiss of an angel?
his soft mouth fit against yours, like you were made for this kind of devotion. his hands, once stationary, now roamed your body, eager to learn every secret by touch alone, as well as to create a new one. the angel spread your legs with ease.
you balked at his experience, gasping and allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. you didn’t expect a being such as him to be able to command your body effortlessly.
he tasted like saccharine wine, reminiscent of receiving communion in your childhood. the angel’s tongue slid against your own, drawing whimpers and whines from deep inside your throat.
the angel guided you to lay down on the altar, as he pushed deeper into your mouth. the moment he pulled away, you were gasping for breath. “you’re… really good at that for an angel,” you sputtered.
“I have been around since the beginning of humanity. It is only logical that I would possess at least some knowledge about pleasing a human.” he looked upon you with such adoration that, if you weren’t already blushing, you could have blushed from that look alone.
without you noticing, he had already jumped to disrobing you. his fingers rested upon the first buttons of your shirt. “You do want this, correct?”
“i think you already know the answer to that.”
“Still, I would like to hear it from your lips.”
“yes, i do.”
“Good,” he said, immediately diving back in to kissing you. meanwhile, his hands worked on removing your clothes. with the way you both were positioned, you could not return the favor. you had no choice but to take what the angel gave to you.
you would have shivered without your shirt, were it not for the warmth of his body above you. you let him guide you through each movements of what is both, to you at least, a foreign ritual and a familiar fantasy.
as his hands moved down, so did his mouth. the angel took his time, pressing kisses to each inch of flesh he had available to him. it didn’t take him long to find the spot that would make you react the most: the junction between your neck and shoulder. he lightly nipped at the flesh, forcing a moan from deep inside your body. “That is precisely what I like to hear,” he muttered against your skin.
his fingers worked at unzipping your slacks, tight due to your fervent arousal, and nearly ripped them off you as soon as he could. however, the angel refused to touch you wanted, needed, him most.
you attempted to move in the only way you could, bucking your hips into his hands and whining, “touch me, please…?”
“Not yet, little one,” he said, using one hand to hold you down whilst the other removed your underwear. “Do you really think you deserve that right now?”
already knowing the answer to his question, you were about to respond “no”. but before you could, the angel fully removed your undergarments, and a whine tore through your throat.
you were humiliated with your position, being naked and wanting in front of a divine being. however, your full erection told a different story. like a lamb in the arms of a priest, you thoughtlessly laid forth your weaknesses. you let the angel guide you, with the promise of happiness.
he pulled away from your body, and you whined at the loss of his warmth. “Shush, my dear. You look so much better like this.” His eyes roamed your body, alight with passion and admiration. “Humans were always meant to be bare. They were meant to submit. Here you are, fulfilling your divine purpose. You’re already on the right track.”
“like… this?” you could hardly believe that something so right could cause you to feel so embarrassed.
“Do you not remember how you were in the Garden of Eden? I shall return you to that purity. Worry not, my dear, for you were also humiliated after the Fall.”
“well… what about you?” you said, now able to reach for his clothes.
the angel flicked your hands away once again. “Have patience, lamb. All will come in due time.”
his head, once resting in the crook of your neck now dives down, where you were just begging him to touch a moment ago. he licks teasingly at your tip, refusing to give you the exact pleasure you want.
you’re tempted to buck into his mouth, hands fisting at the cloth of the altar. you sighed at the feeling of finally having some friction against your aching arousal. however, you knew he’d take it away as soon as you tried to reach your own high.
he removed his lips from your erection temporarily, and a grin pulled at his lips. “Notice how it is not that difficult? You’re learning. Good boy.”
you were about to whine, but he immediately shut you up, taking you deep into his mouth and directly contradicting his earlier actions. his eyes met yours, bearing the color and passion of swirling storm clouds.
similarly, his tongue swirled around your length, switching between flicking your tip and licking long stripes underneath. it was hard to flush at the look he was giving when you couldn’t see it, since your head had tossed back in ecstasy.
as you looked to the sky and met eyes with the saints, you wondered how god would see this. you were moaning like a whore on an altar of worship. engaging in such behavior with a sacred creature had to be sinful in some way. for some strange reason, the thought only aroused you more.
however, the angel had initiated the encounter himself, and claimed he was sent for this. had god seen your desires and decided to be merciful? this notion was less comforting than you thought it might be.
surely, this angel get mad at you for perverting what was meant to be a purification ritual. he would see you sin for what it is: something immedicable. the idea of being scolded pushed you nearly to the edge-
“Do you truly believe you deserve to cum when you think things such as that?” your head shot up as he cruelly pulled off of you, taking away the friction your body so desperately craved.
“what? i-i don’t know what you’re talking about…” you stuttered, pathetically eager to reach the high that has been ripped away from you.
“Don’t lie to me. You know you can’t.”
you were opening your mouth to speak, but your breath caught as the angel finally disrobed. he discarded his garments carelessly behind him, and your eyes feasted on the sight of his body like a glutton. the only sound you could emit was a high whine.
without warning, the angel folded your legs up and shoved two fingers inside you. if he was as frustrated as you suspected, he didn’t let it show on his face. instead he was smiling down on you, encouraged evermore by the sounds that cascaded from your mouth.
he quickly broke this eye contact and set his sights on a new target: your chest. the angel leaned over you, further bending you in half. as he licked at one of your nipples, he pushed a third finger inside you.
your back arched and your nails scratched at his back, threatening to rip through his skin. all your senses were filled completely with him. you were still inebriated on the taste of his mouth. the shape of his halo had burned into your eyes. his fingers moved in and out of you with a wet schlik, massaging your sweet spot. he mouthed at your chest greedily, eager to drain you of every last moan he could.
you keened as the angel pushed a fourth finger inside you. he switched to your other areola, but his other hand played with the already sore one. you grasped as his wings as you were about to reach the edge, and the angel let a low groan, almost devilish in its possessiveness. he pulled out and off your chest, denying you your pleasure once again.
you wanted to cry, you wanted to cum, you wanted to be torn apart and put back together again by an angel you didn’t even know the name of. your nails dug into the bare flesh of a divine being, you wanted to make him bleed for denying you again.
“Calm down, little one. You’ll get your pleasure when I decide you deserve it.”
you couldn’t even form full sentences anymore, only fragments or whine fell from lips. any semblance of defiance died before it left your throat.
“Now, you’re about to get something much better. Hold still.”
he punctuated his sentence by thrusting deep into you, filling you up almost immediately. you let out a low moan when you realized he was still sinking into you. you knew he would be big, but you swore you could feel him in your throat.
he finally stopped, giving you a moment to breathe. the weight of him inside you was almost comforting. the only sounds in this dim place were your mixed breathing.
the angel then pulled out, leaving only his tip inside you, before slamming back in. you made a desperate noise that echoed inside the church, somewhere between a scream and a moan. your hands gripped onto his wings like they were your last lifeline as he began to pound into you.
he acted with a ferocity you didn’t know he possessed, and you were unsure if the angel was angry or extremely passionate. either way, he was ensuring you wouldn’t forget this experience.
he filled your vision, looking down at you with a grin on his face. you had no choice but to meet his eyes. “You wish to confess? Recall your sins, and by my power, I shall shrive you.”
oh. oh.
“bless me, Lord, for- ngh~” you attempted to initiate the confession, but couldn’t get through a whole sentence without moaning or stuttering. “for I have sinned- mfghh- i don’t remember my last confession-”
“Oh, dear. You truly are such an impure creature. Confess, now.” the angel said, without any real pity. he only seemed pleased, and thrusted in and out of you unceasingly.
“i-i have lusted after- mhhh- holy beings-”
one of his hands now rested over your heart. he gazed into your eyes, his own a reflection of the heavens. “Of this sin, with this kiss, I absolve you.”
his lips pressed to yours, gentle and forgiving and he stilled. his wings surrounded you in a soft cocoon. for a moment, the world slowed to a halt. for a moment, all that existed was a human, an angel, and a kiss.
a million things flashed through your mind, but at the forefront was the creation of adam. how could adam resist reaching out? how could he deny himself the pleasure of knowing divine flesh?
his lips broke away from yours, and he shushed your whining. “I have yet to give you your penance, little one. To receive full absolution, cum for me.”
he resumed his thrusts with renewed focus, and you came as soon as he gave the command. “You’re so tight, lamb,” he groaned in your ear. “You’ve done such a good job.”
he rammed into you, cumming deep inside you. the angel kissed you on your forehead, whispering, “Good night, my little lamb. I suspect I shall see you again soon.”
when you wake a few hours later, you will no longer be in the cathedral. instead, you will be in your bed, and the morning light will be pouring through your window. on your nightstand, you will find two unfamiliar objects: a necklace, the pendant of which is a feather, and a prayer card, bearing the name of an angel you’ve never heard of.
❝ BE MY BREEDING BITCH?! ❞ — zhongli x male reader
ꗃ Summary: After a few millennia and eons of waiting, a flower finally blooms and a cry of a mourning beast was heard. The dragon's bride finally incarnated as a human being. Zhongli had longed for his bride far too long, far too enough, now he's gonna claim him, breed him until his legs are battered up and unable to work, until he's a shaking mess.
ⓘ Warnings: porn with plot, angst, death mentioned, dragon form, monster fucking, size kink, belly bulge, mating press, manhandling, impact play, degradation, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, copious amount of cum, choking, dirty talk, mpreg, dacryphilia, dumbification, fingering, missionary, dick riding, double penetration, body worship, not proofread.
The dawn embraced the grass pasture, the dimly lights of the city slowly awakening. The sun was in no doubt rising, gracing the land of Liyue and it's water with it's warmth.
He remembered every single crooks and corners of the land he once ruled over, he once protected with his dignity and might. The Morax that they once knew was dead, as he should be. After a massive flood swept throughout the land years ago, Zhongli himself was forced to move his people to the south of Mt. Tianheng and established Liyue Harbor, The place that he was living now.
He should be in peace now but his heart continued to beat for another, his broken piece is yet to be found.
He watched quietly at the balcony of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor where he currently reside on, He observe as he brought down the porcelain cup down at the table, his long silky strands let loose, swaying gently within the wind he knew to himself that he longed for it, he longed for those meticulous fingers gliding through his hair swiftly, he longed for you. It always have been you after all.
Zhongli's eyes felt hot as he felt tears rolling down his cheeks, It was unlikely of him but he did. He remembered it dearly oh he did..
He remembered how you handled him so gently as if he was the most precious thing, the way you called his name with such glee yet with grace, the way that you'd do your things with such keen on it, nobody did it like you did, even after ages not single mortal has ever compared to you.
The curve of your smile haunting his mind like a plague, The crescent like shape that your eyelids made whenever you laugh at his sentiments, the kisses fleeted on his scars, your gentle eyes spoke to him, Zhongli etched the every fiber of your being into his memory, carved your name into his heart.
“ Morax, would you be a dear and gaze beneath the stars with me? ”
“ Why do you want to do such inconspicuous matter and with me at that? ”
“ Why not..? ”
His breath ragged harshly as he felt his chest tightened, he dreamt of it every single night, it was a nightmare, the lifeless look in your eyes and your boneless actions, it was putrid.
He felt his body shutting down, cradling your frigid body with his bloodied hands, trembling as he sobbed, he can't accept your death, the guilt eating his heart out, he's crestfallen.
You were slain, your lungs faltered with your blood seeping through his land, the land that he built with you, the land that he built for you. He remained breathing while you withered, His flower, His beloved.
“ My flower.. why didn't you run? Why have you stayed? ”
“ Forgive me, but we simply can't be together at this circumstances..but I pray that we meet again, even in another time..”
You croaked bringing your hand to his cheek caressing it with such care, tears brimming as you felt blood at your throat, you heard his broken sobs, It's the last thing that you've ever heard as the void embraced you with gentleness.
“ Oh my precious little flower, you left too soon, I wasn't done loving you yet.. ”
You jolted, waking up from your eternal slumber, your bleary eyes focusing, sunlight kissing your face warmly, you brought your palms to smack your cheeks, you felt the sting, as you felt your body, you're warm, you're alive! your eyes widened, rushing to a nearby body of water looking at your reflection.
Your appearance remained the same, the same curve of your smile, the same gleam in your eyes, the yearning memories in the depths of your heart still fresh and beating. The cold wind hit your face gently as if an old friend is welcoming you back, you then look around.
" Where in the archons..am I? "
You wondered, puzzled even as you tried to remember, as far as you remembered you were murdered in cold blood, a man cradling your frigid body, sobbing as he trembled... wait. Morax?!
You then abruptly stood up, unaware of your weakened legs, wobbling in the lack of action, but you didn't dwell on that, your mind only focusing on finding him immediately, longing for his touch. Searching as you find illuminating lights in a distance, your eyes softened and realized, it's your old home. Liyue and it's waters is still mesmerizing as ever. Without a doubt you started walking towards the city.
Zhongli wandered around the bustling streets of Liyue harbor, basking against the forgiving sun, the people greeted him as the usual, until he halted, he felt his heart pounding, the rush of blood, the coiling knot in his core, the heat surging through his system like poison, an awakening contract whispered within him like a siren, the only contract that he didn't get rid of is your contract, he spoke with the cryo archon about it as they settled with an agreement, to fulfill the contract, Zhongli needed to claim you, he needed to take you as you and him would be bound forever. His eyes almost tearing up, you were alive, he couldn't ask for anything more.
Zhongli felt the heat embraced him, he needed you right now, he missed your laughters, your breathy response to his long kisses, the expression you make as he pleasures you, he need to feel you, to lick and suck the every orifice in your body, he needed to plunge it in deeply so you wouldn't escape him, after all, you're his darling bride, his precious flower.
He then searched the every shadow of you, the scent of you, his burning desire already seeping inside of him.
It is not a surprise that you got lost in the sea of people within the city, the astir and boisterous city was alive as you, the population has certainly increased as far as you remember, you breathe and reminisced, the old bonds that you made with the people now long gone, not a single face that you can recognized, you watched as children brushed past you, their innocent laughters ranged as they chase each other around, your eyes softened then concluded that's it is better like this than the war, so much better. You continued to wandered around, hearing people jest and gossiping, until you heard.
" Have you heard? Rex Lapis has been assassinated! "
" Where did you even hear that? Stop spouting nonsense.."
Your stomach dropped, as it churned, eyes widening, you felt your eyes filled with tears all over again, a strangled gasp escaped your mouth, you felt your heart shattered in millions of pieces, is this what he felt when I died?
You ran, pushing everyone away, stumbling for all they care, you were in pain, you tried to wipe your tears dry but failed to as it kept on coming out, you continued to ran to give yourself some time to think, away from crowd until your body collided with some, the impact itself making you fall back, until you didn't, you felt pair of warm hands snaking around your hips, arms securing you. your eyes widened at the sight.
" Oh, my sweet little flower, who made you shed tears like this? "
Zhongli cooed as if consoling a weeping child, lifting you up to his waist, straddling him, he then bring his other hand to wipe the excess tears rolling down your cheek with such care, as you leaned into it, craving for more, starved even, burying your head into his shoulders, inhaling his scent, cuddling him. Zhongli merely stared at your actions and he realized why were you crying.
" I'm guessing that you've heard of my death, isn't that it, my beloved? "
You perked up at his question, nodding after, you finally spoke.
" Why did you do it.. Morax? "
Zhongli caressed the back of your head, tenderly, as he explained his decisions while you were in your eternal slumber.
" I do not go by the name as Morax nor Rex Lapis now, my dearest, I address myself by the name Zhongli as I am no longer serving as the Archon but I assure you that I've retained my power within me. "
" But why did you do so..? "
" I wanted to see for myself that the nation we built together could still live and thrive independently even without my guidance, perhaps I needed a break from the burden of my governance and ruling. "
You listened carefully, as you thought that you've missed hearing your lover's steady and clear voice even whenever he's lecturing you, staring at him with those eyes then abruptly speaking.
" I've missed you so much, y'know? "
" Oh, darling.. you don't need to remind me, there's not a single time that I didn't long for you. "
" So this is the place that you're living? It looks very pleasant. "
You spoke with such adoration looking around his spacious room, as you gently rummaged Zhongli's things such as the books in his shelf, smiling warmly back to Zhongli who's removing his coat, hanging it on the rack, his mind completely thinking only of one thing, his voice dripped like honey, eyes in haze.
" I appreciate the sentiment, my beloved. But enough of that.. I'm afraid that you've completely forgot about our arrangement, the commitment that we made eons ago. "
You perked up looking back at Zhongli who's walking toward you, putting back the random book that you picked out back to it's place, you pondered as you try to remember the contract, then in a snap, a surge of heat rushed inside of you, hitting you into the core, you felt your body burned, you sweat as you held onto Zhongli with your dear life, as your legs trembled.
" W-what..? But I don't remember.."
" Oh, do not worry, I'll just need to remind you again, yes? "
Zhongli grumbled as one of his hand grips your hip, tightly, his golden-brown colored scales glimmered against the moonlight, his gaze hot as molten lava, you felt your body trembling, feeling his long and thick fingers pushing it in and out of your sopping hole, winking back at him.
You can only whimper and drool as you gripped the sheets tightly, his towering built of a body shadowed over you, the curve of his horns adoring his features once more.
“ That’s it, you’re doing so good for me, angel.”
You’ve always adored his hands, how taintless they are with his knuckles tight on his skin, the way it glistened especially when it’s poking and prodding your tight fucking hole.
You adored the way how his body was forged, the way he towered over your small figure, the every muscle, every crevices, his scars, the every fiber of his being, you leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. mwah—
“ You're awfully sweet today, do you perhaps want something from me? Would you care to tell me? ”
Without even waiting for your response, he then grab the both of your legs up to your shoulders, folding you in half, holding you down onto the bed, your breath hitched, your eyes widening when you saw his elongated pink tongue delved deeply into your gummy walls.
His frothy spit dripping down on the globe of your ass, you panicked as you tried to pull on his hair, you cried but he merely dismissed your thrashing, as he continued to lick and suck, gripping the soft of your thighs tightly, his long nails digging onto it, you can't help but to lolled your tongue out, stimulating your stomach.
“ Please— nghhh! t-too much..! ”
You blurt out, the burning in your tummy resonates from your core throughout your limbs, legs shaky and mind hazy as he slobbers all over you, It’s so sloppy, creamy and after only a few strokes of his tongue, it’s already enough to send you into your orgasm of the night, your body trembled uncontrollably, you whimpered and writhe, your cock dribbling thick and smooth loads of cum.
Through your bleary peripherals, you stared at Zhongli's features, he's so beautiful..his fangs poking out his glistening lips, he was gentle but his tongue prodding deeply inside were mean, as he lick up and down your shaft, sucking it clean and shiny.
You felt him maneuvering you as you let out a shrilling shriek once you felt his bulging tip poke its away around the rim of your slobbering boy-cunt. He reached each and every spot, grinding in desperation, pinpointing every slick dribbling orifice and you saw the copious amount of precum at his slit, making a creamy ring around your rim, you stared at him again only to see him staring at you intently with his tongue poking out slightly on the side of his lips.
You felt your body stiffening as you felt it, the second one, prodding at your tailbone, Zhongli's second cock, you can feel it pulsating, the crown of his cock.
“ Do you feel it— my darling..? this two is going to fuck that hole. ”
You nodded and felt yourself drooled as a puddle of drool trailed down the corners of your lips, Zhongli once grabs your throat, squeezing it, staring at your form.
Fuck. He misses you, so much. Your gentle laughters, your smile, the serenity in your eyes. . . The way you frown when he dismisses your simple request, your hands, so warm and gentle as they glide through his long strands of hair.
Your throat, bruised and secured around his grip, your dumb brain already fogged up and it's just his tip in, barely even there.
Zhongli felt his instinct puncturing his remaining self control, the need to breed your hole, he wanted to impregnate you. Right now. Right there.
Breed, breed, breed!
“ Ready baby? be a dear and hold still for me.. mmhm— ”
Zhongli breathe in harsh air, his slipping and thrusting his cock upwards, deeply, hitting your prostate directly, you barely processed anything yet until he pulled out again only to pound it harshly back, making a bulge in your tummy, it's head poking you let out a guttural moan, tearing up by the satiating pleasure.
“ Haah...Uunngh.. Aaah.. ”
Once Zhongli starts to thoroughly stuff each individual thrust against inside your raw hole, you threw your head back choking in your own saliva and ecstasy, arching your back with such curve.
Zhongli held your lower thighs down to your hips not letting you escape, Zhongli’s ruthless hip snapping in and out, driving such sharp hips into you with little to no mercy and you only craved for more and more.
“ Nghhh— more, more, Uughh, more please! ”
You begged and moaned, getting intoxicated from the vicious sharp pounds of his thick and long cock.
Plap, Plap, Plap!
Once his bulbous tip kissed its way to your prostate back and forth, though, your eyes deliciously rolled in the back of your head.
“ Nghh— Zhongli, r-right the-”
“ Yeah, Here baby? ”
He replied with his heavy breathing, cutting off your tone by placing a finger to rub the bulge in your tummy, as you trembled at his touch, moaning as he press it down, as you let out a strangled cry tears run down your cheeks, trying to remove his fingers away only for him to tease you even harder.
Fwop, Fwop, Fwop!
He listened to the delicious obscene sounds as pounds into your creamy hole, trying to loosened the tight rim of your ass. you’re so destroyed that your boy-pussy is frothing fat globs of cum on his length, creating hot sticky and milky cum that kept oozing out your raw hole from so much cumming, you only lay defenseless as the man on top of you, pounded you for hours, your back and legs was now cramping and sore from so much friction.
Zhongli sensing your discomfort he once again caressed the mound of your thighs, slipping his arms up your back lifting you up to his chest, your head lulling down to his broad shoulder, Zhongli then rested his head against the frame of his mahogany headboard, balancing you by holding your hips as he settled you down on top of his stomach, His body slowly lowering down to the mattress, looking up to you with a sly expression.
“ Ride me, please, pretty baby? ”
Zhongli cooed at you, his voice dripping with honey, his eyes glimmering with a knowing glint, the illuminating light on his room, making a halo effect, your shadow over him, looking down at him adorably, you thought as you gripped onto his toned and firm stomach for support.
You mustered all of your remaining strength as you lift your body, reaching back to grab his hard pulsing cock, still wet and dribbling slick and creamy cum, slowly pushing it inside your sopping hole, eager for more, Zhongli merely stared at your heavenly figure as he was amused at your pathetic attempt of pleasuring him.
Without a thought, you tried to slam yourself back only to slip half way in, choking a sob, it's so fucking big— you almost lose your balance as you held support latching on Zhongli's chest, leaning at him, directly staring at his adoring irises as you felt his strong arms, snaking up your waist and up your back, securing you.
You push yourself back as you thought. No you need to please him, you need to at least give him a little pleasure. You started to move again, this time you finally slammed it in, Your eyes rolled back as it directly hit your prostate head on, your feeble attempt of bouncing up and down on his cock is so cute.
“ Nghhh— ”
Zhongli couldn't help himself but to thrust up, only to make a bulge into your tummy once again, gripping your hips ever so tightly to hold you down, his hot load seeping in deeply inside you again, his baby batter painting your insides so fucking good.
“ Yes, bounce on it... yes— up and down like that. You dirty slut. ”
Zhongli leaned in as he whispered into your ears, his voice sending shivers down your spine as you felt your orgasm once again, your mind completely fucked, you couldn't think a single thing at this point, incoherent noises is all you can respond, as harsh and brutal thrust kept bullying your inside, rearranging it.
“ Are you in for two this time, darling? ”
You didn't understand but you still nodded completely unaware of what storm it is. Zhongli held you once again as he held you down into a mating press onto the mattress as you sink in, You puzzled as you felt something, two.
The heads of his hard cocks started prodding in your glistening rim, your eyes widened as it punctured the air out of your lungs, It slid in, the two of it, it's delicious ridges hitting every spot, you felt your body shuddered from the sheer impact as you trembled uncontrollably all over again, you reached for his rippling biceps who's holding you down so hard, trying to tell him to slow down.
“ Z-zhongli— Nghh... please slo—!
“ Uugh..keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, all i wanna hear how delicious it sounds, the way my hole sounds like when I fuck it so hard.. Ngh— this hole is mine after all.. ”
Zhongli merely spoke with you with such tone, whimpering, spreading your legs wider, as he thrusted in, drilling your insides sooo— deep, He let out whimper as he fucked your hole in a brutal pace not caring whatever you say at this point, he needed to breed you and your thighs struggled to stay open and you were sure—just one more single hard thrust and you’d probably break into pieces, it would sent you into a blackout.
“ Keep them spread out, you dumb boy. ”
Zhongli spoke almost irritated, holding both of your thighs, you felt his cocks, the one bulging into your tummy as the other one kisses your prostate. You cried as you let out the sweetest whines, his bulbous tips scrapes its way through your gummy walls, the ridges stimulating you even more.
“ F-fuuck! Too much.. Too much—! Mmmghhh..! ”
You eyes widened as you felt his knot, the double knot expanding in your insides, you let out a choked sobs, drool drips down your lips once more, tears and snot covered and painted your face ever so hauntingly breathtaking, nn orgasm shook you to your core, as your cock sprayed up hot cum upwards, shooting it in zhongli's face, as he licked some of it.
“ Uughh— so much cum... Too much.. ”
“ The night is still young, my beloved..”
Zhongli merely let out a crazed smile, as he press down the small bump in your stomach, leaning down to kissed you sloppily, up to your forehead.
Hi, Thank you so much for all of the support! this is my first time writing a fic here in tumblr, please be kind to me, and this is not proofread so forgive me for the typos and bad grammar as english is not my first language. ( part 2? 👀)
Just imaginin a late night walk, clearing your mind, Y'know it was a bad idea especially durin matin season but what's the worst that could happen to a man like ya self?... oh were you jus shocked when a tall lanky beast pulled you off your path, drool foaming past its lips dripping down its chin with its claws tearin up your pretty lil sweater having you all exposed laying helpless underneath him, it's cock errect and leakin a puddle on the grass while its veins protrude N' pulse all needy— the monster was so hard it was painful
Jus imaginin having a monster on top of you, pinnin you down face down N' tha leafs with his cock pounding inside you, your rim all spread around him sloppily with a slick sound while he grunts N' huffs in your ear bout puttin a baby in you talkin bout how he "needs T' make young" or you "giving offspring", he doesn't even care if you don't have a pussy, a hole is a hole and he'll use em all- minus the mouth- he needs T' save his seed N' pump it all inside your hole to make sure you're nice N' well bred
Jus imaginin the monster having you all broken and doll like heaving N' gripping onto a tree for dear life while his claws paw at your tummy groaning tryin to make you understand he needs to pus something inside your nonexistent womb! Why can't ya jus see he only wants what's best— his teeth in your neck letting out whines of frustration while he pounds into you makin sharp pains roll down your thighs into your calves from all the blows your prostate was takin from that bulbous tip.
Jus imaginin limpin away from that encounter leakin cum all down your thighs with your hole ruined unable to clench up anymore- thinkin you're free from the monster but nope he follows you back home clingin to you- that wasn't jus sex to him that was a whole matin caroming- you're his now N' he has young to raise in your tummy...that's weird? Why can't his seed take to you? Why aren't you pregnant yet— did he not give you enough seed to reproduce— he'll just have to give you more N' breed you over until you're finally knocked up.
Can’t stop thinking abt Caleb guiding you through subspace when you’re really, really deep… it’d be so comforting
ouughhh.,,, this makes me so weaakkk,,
just letting all thoughts and anxieties fade from your mind, letting pleasure consume you as you bury your face in his solid chest...
I feel like it'd be good outside of sex too,
Both of you clad in comfy pajamas, with you kneeling at his feet with your head in his lap. You're wearing one of Caleb's big t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. He's sitting on the couch, gently running his fingers through your hair, watching you fade.
He asks you to look up at him, praising you when you do as he asks. he can see it in your eyes, you're not far off from going under, already so pliant after following just a few of his commands. You must have really been needing this, poor thing.
"Open," he speaks clearly, smiling when you let your jaw go slack without a second of thought or hesitation. "So good for me," His voice has a soft, cooing quality to it as he pushes his finger past your lips, pressing it to your tongue as he opens your mouth a bit further. His finger tastes of salt.
"Suck," he murmurs, and you do, suckling on his thumb as your eyes glaze over. "There we go," His voice gets quieter as he watches you start to float. He lets you suck for a while before pulling his finger back, watching as you let him go without complaint.
"Gege," you whine softly, leaning your head against his thigh. You're not sure what you want or how to get it, you just have this overwhelming need that won't go away.
Caleb chuckles softly, shaking his head with a fond smile. You're so lucky your gege always knows what to do. "Want some cuddles, pips? C'mere, be good and climb into gege's lap, yeah?"
You nod, wobbling a little bit as you stand, stabilized by Caleb's hand on your waist. You straddle his leg on the couch, allowing him to guide you to lie down on top of him, your head pillowed on his chest. He feels so warm against your skin, always so warm.
You listen to his slow, steady heartbeat, snuggling closer and letting out a contented sigh as he wraps his arms around you, keeping you safe. He plays with the hairs at the nape of your neck and presses an affectionate kiss to your forehead. "So good for me, baby. Gege's here, just let go."
The beach was the only quiet you got amongst the chatter your family created when they asked about real life. The waves casted out all the talk of volunteer projects you should be doing or the details of your brother's college acceptance. Thank god he was leaving -- your friends kept pestering you about how hot he was. Ew, he was your brother, why would they be talking about how toned his muscles were to you?
Your sunglasses rested on your head as you soaked in the final rays of the day. You decided to ignore the events of last night; he was probably drunk and didn't know who he was talking to, right? Everything was much easier if you did not acknowledge the way your brother rutted frivolously against your ass and came on your back. You were a normal family who goes on normal family vacations and who normally tan together. You wished desperately that was the fact. Please. Last night didn't happen.
You look over to see the sunset cast beautifully on your brother's abs. Fuck. No. Stop. You're disgusting. No one would ever think this way, but it looks so good. Just pretend he's not your brother. NO! He is. Fuck, wasn't he talking to Jennifer last? God, you think you're hotter than her, but you don't know.
"Bro, do you remember Jennifer?"
"Yeah, of course? She was my girlfriend."
"Did you think she was beautiful?"
"Of course, why did you think I dated her?"
"More beautiful than me?"
He laughs.
"No one is more beautiful than you, my love."
You stare at him in confusion. He smirks.
"Close your eyes."
You pull your sunglasses down and close your eyes. You feel fingertips graze delicately against your sides.
"Bro?" you ask. You're only meant with 'shhh' repeatedly.
His fingertips pull your bra top down and his mouth is lapping against your right nipple. His hand takes control over your left breast, and you can't help the gasps that escape your throat and the uncontrollable thrusts from your hips. He laughs. What the fuck is so funny?
His mouth moves from your right breast to the left where he licks, twirls, and bites. It's fucking euphoric and your hips are bucking uncontrollably, desperate for something else.
"Please, give me something more," you whimper.
He smirks, then moves his hand to your panties. Fuck, they're soaked. You know it and he does too. He moves his fingers over the soaked parts, eliciting disgusting responses from you until you beg him to take them off. You imagine him as someone else. Anyone else. Please, this cannot be happening to you. Why is your brother making you so fucking wet? Your tears are as wet as your pussy, and you hate it.
He pulls down your panties to reveal your dripped pussy. You make eye contact with him, but regret it. He looks like a starved animal ready to devour.
He opens your lips and starts sucking. His lips immediately find your clit, sucking and licking on it gingerly. It feels so fucking good. He keeps trying to make eye contact with you. It's like he's trying to make a connection between you two. No, this is just for your enjoyment.
Fuck, but he shoves two fingers in your dripping pussy and you're forced to look at him at the impact. He keep shoveling in and out, finding a rhythm with your clit. He sucks hard on your clit, and you can't help the moans that escape you. The pressure is building as he fingers your pussy and sucks your clit. God, you're almost there.
"Your brother makes you feel good, right? God, I love you so much. I wish you would let me do this forever."
Snap. Your eyes open and you see who's doing this to you. No. NO! But it feels so good and you're SO close. You pummel his head back into your clit and grind into his face. His moans only propel you forward until you reach your climax.
"Yeah, baby. Did that feel good? You did so good for me. My tongue felt so good on your needy pussy, huh? God, you're so good for me. I'll love you forever. I love you."
He nuzzles into your neck as you continue to ride out your orgasm. He's not him. His warmth is so nice. Fuck, you want him. You want his warmth. You want his arms around you as the sun goes down. Just let it happen. .
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sorry how long this took me a bit hehe, enjoy? I fear I draft all of these when I've been drinking
pt. 3 here
