(Smut Drabble) Bottom male reader who’s the son of a pastor. Your father takes in a boy, the son of a college buddy of his—to help teach him the right way of ‘God.’ If only he knew said boy was going to corrupt his only son.
Navarro Xuân Minh. His mother was from Vietnam while his father was from the Philippines. He had lived most of his life in Vietnam, away from any organized religion. His father had finally managed to persuade his mother to let Minh stay a summer in the Philippines.
Of course that meant his father wanted to (belatedly) try to instill some Catholic values into his son. Who was already twenty. Seemed utterly pointless. It was a little too late in your personal opinion but you didn’t say anything.
From the way Minh’s father described him, you expected a chain smoking delinquent. But when he arrived—he was relatively normal. He smoked and did have tattoos but he was nice… -ish.
When you first met him, you held out your hand, introducing yourself. “I’m (Name).”
Minh stared at your hand at first before grabbing. He squeezed it, eyes staring into yours as his lips pulled into a smirk. “Bạn là gu của mình.”
You were left confused. Especially because he said it so fast. If he had cussed you out at least you didn’t know. So you left it at that and moved about your business.
At first you assumed he probably didn’t speak Tagalog but then you came across him speaking it perfectly with your dad. Even perfect English. He was probably just messing with you then.
Anyway, your father took the whole “leading Minh to Christ” thing very seriously. Which made sense. He was particularly harsh with you when it came to never missing a day of church and attending every event he held. He simply held Minh to the same standard.
Minh however didn’t listen to your dad. At all really. He played nice. Meaning he never directly refused to your father’s face. His actions said everything. He showed up late to service—pushing the doors open that caused everyone to startle in their seats. Your father, mid sermon, only able to vaguely hide the twitch in his eyebrow as he continued on.
He didn’t pray. Didn’t even attempt to pretend that he would. Even at dinner when you, your mother and father said grace, Minh had already started eating. The first time it happened, your father was practically red in the face. You, however, stared at him in awe. Minh’s nonchalant disobedience was somehow more disruptive than if he was loud about it.
But it did upset you a little. Just a little. Mainly because you always had to deal with the consequences. Your father didn’t hit you or anything. Just ranted day and night whenever Minh wasn’t at the house. Listening to a pastor who was almost bald, yelling until he was red in the face, really,,, really wasn’t the best way to spend your time.
Though it wasn’t like you had anything outside of your family. It church, family, school, and photography. And even then most of your photography was used for church. Only a few times you were able to take pictures of things that you wanted.
Yesterday was one of those days. You were taking a few pictures of some stray cats that roamed around your neighborhood. Everyone fed them (mostly you and your mom) so they stayed in the area. It was a mom cat and six kittens. Your mom was still trying to trap the mom in order to spay her since she was a veterinarian.
You squatted down, taking a few close ups of the kittens playing around with each other. Your gaze focused solely on them when you noticed some water dripping down the driveway. You followed the source to see Minh standing beside a bucket of water.
His shirt was off. Drenched in water. He rung the shirt out, water dripping onto his sneakers. You blinked. It wasn’t like you haven’t seen shirtless boys before. Dudes play basketball shirtless all the time in your neighborhood. But somehow seeing Minh shirtless felt different.
The sweat dripping off his body. Bangs sticking to his forehead. He was wearing jeans despite the heat. It hung low on his waist. Giving a peak to his boxers. You didn’t realize what you were doing until you heard the familiar click of the camera. Your eyes widened as you quickly looked down at the kittens and took some more pictures of them.
A few days passed before you checked your camera. It was mostly filled with kittens before you came across the one picture you took of Minh. You gulped at the sight. The photo was hardly anything sensual but for you, it was a lot.
Sex wasn’t completely taboo. Your father did teach you about sex. Birds and bees. All that jazz so you weren’t dumb. But he never said sexual desires were particularly right. It happens but it should be fought against. Only if you had a partner.
And you were certainly not supposed to feel anything towards another man.
But you did.
And you masturbated that night to the picture of Minh.
You were embarrassed. Heavily so. It was hard to even look at Minh after what you did. But you thought you were going to be able to hide it. You were quite naive to think so. Minh read you like an open book. The first day you couldn’t look him in the eye, it was like he instantly knew.
Every night you masturbated to his picture. It had gotten to the point that Minh being near you made you tense. Not a bad tense. A tense in which your body felt… arousal. Which was a first. Really you thought you were broken. Never before did anything ever catch your attention.
But Minh did.
So you were into men apparently.
The new information practically killed you. There was no way your dad was going to be okay with it. Deciding that all you can really do is simply bury these feelings—Minh was only going to stay for the summer. You can survive the rest of the summer.
However you weren’t lucky at all.
The night you were ready to delete the photo and attempt to start a new—you found Minh in your bedroom. He sat on your bed, your camera in his hand, as he hummed to himself.
“(Name),” he said, his eyes looking up at you. “This is a good picture, why didn’t you share it with me?” A wide cruel smirk on his face.
“Minh, don’t…” you closed your bedroom door behind yourself. Eyes wide. “I’m sorry, that picture is… I was going to delete it. I swear.”
“Really? But it’s been in your camera roll for… oh, three weeks now.” Minh let out a laugh. “Does it take that long to delete a singular picture?”
You could only frown. There was no defending yourself.
Minh hummed. He placed your camera on the nightstand near your bed. He stood up, walking over to you. Your body moved back when he reached you. Back hitting the bedroom door. You were scared. A thousand thoughts flooding your head. Was he going to tell your dad? What would your dad do if he found out? You were screwed.
Only for Minh to grab your hand. You could only watch as he placed your hand right on his abs, lifting his shirt up with his free hand. His skin was warm. Almost hot to the touch. You’ve never touched another dude before. At least not right here. This wasn’t a simple touch.
His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke, “the real thing is better, no?” Your breathing stuttered. You should’ve pulled away. Pushed him away. But you greedily began to touch his body. Hand slowly trailing down his lower stomach. Stopping right above his jeans.
You looked up at him.
“How far do you wanna go?”
“I…”
Minh leaned down slightly, his nose brushing against yours. He released his hold on your hand—allowing you to do whatever you pleased. His hand reached up and grabbed the back of your head. The tight grip holding you still. But it wasn’t like you wanted to move away.
“If you don’t pull away now, I’m not stopping.”
“Don’t…”
He kissed you hungrily. Hands gripping at your body. Minh pulled you close against him, not giving you a chance to pull away. You didn’t know what to do. He was your first kiss after all. All you could really do was relinquish control and let him kiss you.
You lost yourself in the kiss. Following him as he guided you to lay down on the couch. His hands fiddled with your shorts, tugging them off without hesitation. You pulled away from the kiss and tried to cover your lower half just as he attempted to pull off your boxers.
“Wait…”
Minh only grinned. “I already said I wasn’t going to stop once I started.” He said, pushing away your hands. “Masturbating all by yourself is no fun. Especially when you had me right next door.” His hand gripped your boxers, your hips twitching. Slowly, he began pulling it down. You watched with a bated breath…
a bit nervous, considering i’ve never sent an ask here before…if you’re comfortable with it, can you do a popular gyaruo reader x an emo loser who tutors the reader? theyre good friends, they’ve been friends for years. and like, theyre studying in the emo’s bedroom, when he leaves to go to the bathroom and m/n somehow comes across the emo’s notes on how much he’s obsessed with the reader and wants to feminize and dumbify him and freak shit like that. then emo comes back and gets mad at him for snooping thru his shit, and then they have sex!!
but if you don’t want to do it, just ignore this ask lol!! no need to do it if you don’t want to!!
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w.c › 6.7k
warnings › bottom male reader. OC.
kinks › lite feminization, manhandling, dumbification, degradation, dubcon
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“You and Matsuda-San are friends?”
That was how everyone, no matter their age, would react when you brought up Matsuda Kota casually in conversation. You were quite the persona since middle school. Going against the dress code to fit your gyaruo style. Kota, however, was quiet.
Some labeled him an ‘emo’ but he just had long black hair and mostly wore black clothing. At least that’s what he would say. His hair was so long that his bangs regularly covered his face.
You wore black clothing too—but they were often paired with bold pieces. You wore black eyeliner to make your eyes pop. It was only in university when you were able to go full out in being a gyaruo—a male version of a gyaru. Though you were on the more simple side of the aesthetic.
The full makeup and outfit took so much effort that you only did it on rare occasions. Or whenever you were in the mood to sit in front of a mirror for over an hour.
Your parents were lacking in the usual strictness that older Japanese people were known for. So you basically wild out—a stark contract to Kota whose parents were so overly strict it was concerning.
That’s probably why he spent most of his time over at your house. The two of you met in middle school. By pure accident.
You were sent to your homeroom teacher’s office for being caught with eyeliner. After a stern talking to and being shoved outside of the room with some wet wipes—you were too busy wiping your eyes to notice Kota standing in front of you.
It was only in middle school that you were taller than him. You bumped right into him, causing him to crash to the ground. His bento box spilling all over the floor.
“Woah! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” You kneeled down and carelessly began scooping up the food with your bare hands, dumping them into the bento box. “Five second—”
“I’m not eating that.” Kota rudely interrupted you.
You blinked, finally glancing up to look at him. He had an ugly bowl cut and thick rimmed glasses that looked too big for his face.
“Pfft—!”
Your lips clamped shut as you quickly covered your mouth. Eyes wide while Kota’s narrowed.
“I don’t know why you’re laughing. You look ridiculous too.”
Kota huffed. He roughly grabbed his bento box from your hand and walked away. You stood up and looked to your left, seeing your reflection in the window.
He was right.
The makeup was all smudge—giving you perfect raccoon eyes. A laugh left your lips. It was honestly a look. You rushed after Kota and wrapped your arm around his neck. He grunted and tried to push you off but you used your height to rest your chin on his head.
“Since we both look ridiculous, we should hang out!”
Kota groaned. “What are you—?”
“My name is Togami (Name). But you can call me (Name), no one calls me Togami.”
“We just met, why—”
“Because it’s sooo boring. My name is so much better than Togami. Don’t you agree?”
“Well—”
“Anyway, what’s your name?”
“Matsuda Kota, why—”
“Can I call you Kota?”
“Are you going to keep interrupting me??” Kota yelled out, stopping you both in your tracks. You stared down at him before grinning slyly.
“Sorry, Kota-kun~ keep talking, keep talking. I think I really like you!”
“I didn’t give you permission—”
“Lunch’s almost over! Hurry, we don’t want to be late for class!”
“I said stop interrupting me!”
The rest was history. Which led to where you are now. University. You were able to dress up more and didn’t have to worry about getting in trouble with teachers for a little bit of eyeliner.
You and Kota decided to rent an apartment together. With your parents' help mostly. They were retired and had a decent amount of savings. Kota paid for everything else that your parents didn’t cover. You were just there to decorate the apartment.
Kota really didn’t care about that type of stuff. His bedroom was bare. Really bare. It looked exactly how it looked before you both moved in. The decoration he had in there was from you. Though he rarely allowed you in his room.
The apartment was covered in a lot of furry furniture. Black, brown, and gold. Leopard print… it was a mess but also somehow worked for the chaotic vibe you were going for. Your bedroom was the only real mess.
In any case, you and Kota lived together fairly well. Despite everyone being shocked that the two of you were even friends. You were outgoing and nice–Kota was quiet and a little bit rude. Everyone called you by your first name… no one but you could call Kota by his first name.
It actually got you into hot water once with Kota.
“You can call me (Name), I don’t mind!” You proudly said, grinning at your clubmate. You and Kota joined the photography club to kill some time. The club was meeting at a restaurant as a way to get to know everyone.
Everyone said their introduction. Kota’s was as bland as ever while you were practically bursting with excitement. You were sitting beside some guy–you couldn’t remember his name–and was telling him that he didn’t have to be formal with you.
A loud clink of glass hitting the table startled everyone even with the bustling sounds of people excitedly chatting. Eyes were all on Kota. His beer glass had a small crack on the bottom, the yellow beer slowly seeping free all over the table. He calmly grabbed some napkins and dabbed at the liquid.
“Uh, waiter!” The club leader waved someone down and pointed to the pointed glass.
You only watched Kota, blinking as he seemed to not even react to anything. Not when the waiter carefully took away the glass. Not as a few other clubmates wiped away the mess. Not when a new beer glass was placed in front of Kota.
Kota only grabbed a skewer of meat from the shared plate in the center of the table. He took a small bite, his gaze not even flickering over to you. It took a minute before everyone began to talk like normally, as if nothing happened.
As soon as the club leader had mentioned that everyone should start heading home–you were roughly grabbed by the arm and tugged to stand up. Everyone watched in silence as Kota grabbed your coat and backpack without a word.
He draped your coat around your body, buttoning it without allowing you to properly put it on. Your arms were restricted but he didn’t seem to care. Kota nodded his head at everyone, wrapping an arm around your waist and guided you outside.
“Kota. Kota, I can’t move my arms,” you tried to push your arms through the sleeves but Kota kept pulling you forward. His hand tightening his grip on the curve of your hip. “Kota!”
He hummed. “Does everyone need to call you by your first name?” His words suddenly stop you in your tracks. It was only now that he actually stopped as well. You both were far from the restaurant by now.
“I let everyone do that.” You muttered, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“Maybe you shouldn’t.”
“Where… is this coming from?”
Kota looked you in the eye. There looked to be something there… the need to say something. Something that could possibly change things. But he only shook his head.
“Forget it.” He removed his hand from your waist, finally allowing you to properly wear your coat. You follow behind him as you slip the coat into place. His words swirled around in your head but you didn’t say anything.
You still allowed people to call you by your first name. At least the people you had already allowed to but for some reason, anyone new had to call you by your last name.
Nothing was said. It just happened.
But you couldn’t forget the one time Kota had overheard you introducing yourself to a new member of the photography club.
“Hi, I’m Togami (Name). You can call me Togami or Toga!” You said, smiling wide as you excitedly shook their hand. Your gaze flickered to Kota who was standing right beside you and his expression was pure smug.
A small smirk tugged on his lips. Big enough that even another member noticed and asked Kota what he was thinking about to smile like that.
Kota only hummed. “Nothing.”
That was really the only time Kota had ever been mean towards you. Or at least angry. Afterwards he didn’t use any force on you again. Which really made you wonder what upset him that badly.
But you never brought it up again.
“If you want at least a B, you’ll need to get an 80% on the final exam, Togami-San.”
You groaned, rubbing at your face. Your grades in college were decent. Could be better but decent. Your parents were just happy you weren’t flunking. The fact you even went to college surprised them and your entire family.
It wasn’t like you didn’t care but you didn’t go above and beyond like others. You studied like twice a week. Each time before an exam you studied a bit and somehow that allowed you to continuously get Bs and A minuses.
Good enough. Some would kill for that.
However your studying method was proving to be useless for one class. The one class where you had your first ever D.
Organic chemistry.
Now why are you taking organic chemistry?
Well because you’re dumb.
Dumb enough to not realize that you signed up for the wrong class until it was too late and you had to continue taking it. You were a literature major! Why would you ever need organic chemistry?
“It’s okay, (Name)-Chan~” Hinata, your classmate, gave you a wide grin. “Maybe you should do tutoring.”
“Tutoring?” Another one of your classmates chirped in, Genki. He was a fellow gyaruo who put more effort into everyday makeup in comparison to you. A true legend. “What (Name) needs is a miracle.”
Hinata rolled her eyes. “Don’t make it worse. You’ll stress him out. I know someone who took organic chemistry as a freshman and actually passed with a 99%!”
“99%? Woah,” Genki’s mouth dropped while you perked up at her claim. “How—? That professor is strict. How'd that kid pass?”
“Don’t know but he was even the teacher assistant last year. He’s good, really good. But he doesn’t just tutor anyone.” Hinata turned her gaze over to you. “You might have to really beg for it.”
You frowned, “beg…? Ah, it can’t be helped. I’m not failing that final exam!” There was no way you’d let this class ruin your semi perfect record of As and Bs. “Where can I find him?”
“He’s an engineering major! My friend said he’s currently a teacher assistant for engineering 101, class should be ending right now. Go stop him before he leaves!”
The thought of having to beg some stranger to hopefully pass your class was a little stressful. Technically your whole life was up to this one dude.
And judging by how Hinata had described him—he wasn’t exactly the helping type.
He already reminded you of Kota.
Ah, Kota.
A giddy smile pulled on your lips at the thought of him. It’s already been three years of living with him and you had begun to realize you had a crush on him. Nothing serious at the moment but it certainly was something.
You found yourself doing more things for him. Making him lunch or dinner. He wasn’t a breakfast person so you never forced that. Two days ago you even bought him a leather jacket that reminded you of him. Though you still haven’t given it to him yet.
You’ve given him things before. Especially not an expensive leather jacket. It was around ¥291,500. Nothing cheap at all. But it was real leather with fluffy fur around the collar.
Perfect for winter that was right around the corner.
Thinking about Kota, you began wondering what you should make him for dinner. You stood outside the classroom door just as students began to walk out.
“(Name).”
“Kota?” You blinked, looking over to see Kota standing right beside you. Your head tilted as you blinked. “You’re taking this class as a junior?”
Kota fixed the strap of his bag as he raised an eyebrow. “I’m the teaching assistant.”
“Ah!”
Well looks like luck was on your side after all.
You grinned and rushed to his side, grasping his arm with your hands. “Kotaaaa~”
Kota only hummed and looked down at you. The height difference wasn’t by much. Your head was the perfect height to rest on his shoulders—which you constantly took advantage of.
“Can you tutor me? In organic chemistry? I heard you passed the class and I need to get an 80% on the final exam to even pass the class. Please, please, please—”
“Sure.” He interrupted you.
You blinked.
That was really easy.
Well, getting him to tutor you was easy but he wasn’t an easy tutor at all.
“If you can’t even memorize this then don’t even bother showing up to take the exam.”
“Kotaaaa.”
“Try again.”
It had only been a week and you were pooped. Kota didn’t let up. Each day after dinner, you’d spend almost two hours sitting at the dining table as he tutored you. No breaks, no days off.
And yes you were certainly learning and retaining information… but you were also tired.
“67%,” he said, placing the mock final exam he made you take on the table after grading it. Despite his rough tone—you knew he was semi happy about your progress in just one week. “I’ll test you again next week.”
You sighed. Better than nothing. You used to get 20-30% on the exams. This was an improvement.
Kota cleaned up the dining table while you placed your head on the table. You were only going to close your eyes for a second. But soon you found yourself in bed. Hands tugging up your shirt.
“Kota?” You groggily whined, placing your hand over his. His hand was larger than yours. He stopped what he was doing and leaned away a bit.
“You’re awake?” He asked. You felt his hand slipping away but you quickly tightened your grip. With sluggish movements, you tugged his hand up, making him gently cup your face.
He didn’t stop you nor did he say anything. If you weren’t struggling to even stay awake, you would’ve noticed his thumb gently rubbing circles on your cheek.
“I got something for you.” You whispered.
“Like what? Is it a thanks for tutoring you?”
You weakly shook your head. “No. It’s…” your voice trailed off, eyes struggling to stay open. “It’s just for you. Because I like you. It’s underneath my bed.”
“Don’t fall asleep.” He gently tapped your cheek. “You still have makeup on.”
“I like you… didn’t you hear me?”
“Mhm.” Was all he said in response.
The rest of that moment was a blur. You remembered feeling makeup remover wipes on your face. Kota grabbed the box from underneath your bed but he didn’t open it in front of you. Your eyes were basically closed by then.
He whispered something and then you were fast asleep.
Another two weeks passed. It was uneventful. Kota continued tutoring you and you made significant progress. Your little puppy crush was beginning to grow by the minute. Especially now that you two were spending most nights together.
You didn’t have to ask about the jacket because not even a day later you saw him wearing it. It made you so giddy that you almost laughed right in front of Kota. Luckily you managed to hold it in.
Despite organic chemistry being the worst class you’ve ever taken—you certainly had to thank it for allowing you the opportunity to be near Kota for such long hours.
However there was something you began to notice.
Kota didn’t allow you in his bedroom.
At first you didn’t notice because well it’s not like he comes into yours. You both were close but still wanted the bedrooms to be your own personal space. But now that you two were studying together for a long period of time… you and Kota would sometimes study in your bedroom.
It was a mess, obviously, but Kota didn’t seem to mind.
But it was like his room was off limits before you could ever ask.
Nothing was wrong with that per se… at least at first. Until you finally realize it when Kota always keeps his door locked. The door was always closed and even locked sometimes.
That’s strange, right?
Was he hiding something?
What would someone like Kota have to hide? He’s such a normal guy at the end of the day. You were the one that had more to hide but your day was basically left wide open at all times. Even when you were changing.
Like right now.
You slipped on your boxers, yawning. The thought of looking for some pajamas felt like a hassle. Your body was tired and even struggling to stand up straight.
“Where did I put it…” you whispered mostly to yourself, rubbing your shirtless chest. It was certainly a sight to behold. Your makeup was only semi cleaned off, your eyeliner was being stubborn and your lips were stained from left over lipstick. It’s kind of why you never wear lipstick that often.
It always stained your lips.
Just like your clothes, your pajamas were also heavily influenced by gyaruo clothing. You even dabbled a bit in more feminine pajamas. Simply only because male pajamas were boring half the time.
You knelt down and grabbed your silk shirt. It was plain black but felt nice to sleep in. “Pants… where’s my pants?” You spun around, now facing the doorway when you finally noticed that you weren’t alone.
Kota was watching.
He looked like he had just finished taking a shower. Hair still damped while the towel laid around his neck. An old beaten up white t-shirt and black sweatpants. His bangs covered his right eye entirely.
You gulped. Your own semi nudity was the last thing on your mind. Just the fact of seeing Kota in clothes that didn’t cover his body entirely. Nothing baggy that hid his muscles. You were allowed to see everything.
Almost everything.
Your bottom lip caught between your teeth. You didn’t even realize just how bad you were ogling him. Though it seemed to be mutual when you glanced up at his face.
Kota was staring at you. Really staring at you. His gaze flickering from your thighs to your chest. You still hadn’t slipped the shirt on yet.
Feeling yourself heat up from his strong gaze, you slipped the silk shirt on. That finally broke the spell as Kota quickly looked away. He began quickly drying his hair.
You finally found your pants, right near your dirty hamper. They were actually shorts. A matching pair to the shirt. You stepped into them and it was basically the same length as your tight boxers. These were one of your more feminine pajamas.
“Well,” you spoke, blinking slightly as you glanced over at Kota. “Uhh,” your lips pursed together. Hands wringing together. “Can I ask you something, Kota?”
He hummed. His eyes still focusing on anything but you.
“Can we… maybe study in your room one day?”
That caught his attention. His eyes snapping over to you. “Why?”
You froze. This was probably one of the first times Kota ever pushed back against a request of yours. Usually you could just say one word and he’d do it without hesitation. Not even asking why you want to do a certain thing.
It wasn’t always like that—that behavior didn’t start until high school.
“Oh well…” your voice trailed off. There was technically no reason. Or really any good reason. “Uhm, I just… want to change the environment.”
“We can study at the library.”
“Kota.” A pout on your lips. “I don’t wanna. I like being at home.”
“Then we can study on the balcony.”
That did sound nice.
You sighed. “Then… if I pass with an 89% can I celebrate in your bedroom?”
Kota raised an eyebrow. His face was neutral but you could tell he was getting agitated. The slight twitch in his upper lip, the way his grip tightened on the towel. “89%? That’s high.”
“Yeah, so if I do that good, then you have to grant my wish.”
“Why do you want to do that? Be in my room so badly?”
You were nosy, that was certainly the main reason.
But instead of saying that…
You said, “because I want to be in your scent.”
Which, in hindsight, was one of the stupidest things you had ever said.
I want to be in your scent? What did that even mean?
It was one of the strangest things you’ve ever said. And you were known for being weird to Kota.
Oh well—you couldn’t dwell on it too much because to your shock, you did it.
“How??” Hinata and Genki stared at the final exam paper in shock. There, written in bright red ink, was the percentage 90. You had done better than you had even thought was possible.
You simply smirked. “I managed to get that tutor you told me about.” Was all you said before heading straight home.
Kota was home, luckily enough. You had bought some take out and a case of beer. A smug smile on your lips as you walked over to where he was sitting on the couch.
He closed his book as soon as he saw you. His gaze solely focused on you. Your cheeks felt a little hot from his gaze but you straightened your posture. You placed the food and drinks on the center table.
“I took the exam.” You reached into your bag, excitedly pulling the exam paper out. The paper was folded as you handed it over to him. He took it, you excitedly sat down beside him and inched close, wanting to see his exact expression once he saw your score.
Kota opened the paper and despite the fact his face didn’t move an inch, you could tell he was proud. “Amazing.” He simply said, placing the paper on the center table. “How do you want to celebrate?”
You pursed your lips, eyes looking to where Kota’s bedroom was located. There was nothing else that needed to be said. Kota got the hint immediately.
Kota’s bedroom was the exact same as you remembered. The last time you had seen it in its full glory was maybe a month after you both moved in. To say it had no personality was an understatement.
It didn’t feel lived in if it weren’t for his studying material all over his desk. You plopped down on his bed as he sat at his desk, placing the items you brought on the surface. He glanced over at you with an unamused expression.
“This is all you wanted to see?”
You eagerly nodded your head. “Well yes.”
“You’re weird.” He opened a bottle of beer with a bottle opener. “Enjoy my scent.”
Your cheeks felt hot.
Kota’s room really was uneventful. He didn’t even have a tv. You stuck to watching something on your phone. About an hour or two passed when Kota excused himself to the bathroom.
You only huffed and moved to rest more comfortably on the bed when you felt something poke your back. It felt like a notebook. Underneath his pillow was a small little notebook—a diary was your first thought.
Now, did you originally plan to snoop around Kota’s room? No, you did not.
But now that you had the opportunity to possibly read his diary were you going to miss it?
No.
While you might be able to understand Kota’s expressions after spending so many years with him—it was too tempting to be able to read about his thoughts.
Who was he talking about? Jealousy bubbled deep within you. Who was lucky enough to be the object of Kota’s affection? It wasn’t like he talked to many people that weren’t you.
You gasped as the diary was roughly ripped from your hands. It was there you came face to face with an overly pissed Kota. A first. The last time you ever saw Kota this angry, his face actually showing the full emotion, was back in middle school.
Your stomach began to twist into knots. The idea of angering Kota this much hadn’t even crushed your mind. Sure you were pushy sometimes but you never wanted to ever make him feel this way.
It was silent. Your mind raced a mile a minute. But nothing left your lips.
Kota let out a humorless laugh. Another first. He stared down at you. “Are you weirded out?”
“Huh?” A soft gasp left your lips. Your eyes flickering up to stare at him. He towered over you. You sat on your knees on the bed.
He waved the diary. “You read what was in this.” His voice sharp. “You’re weirded out, right? You want me to leave don’t you?”
“Why—? Why would I want that?” You quickly moved to stand up but Kota grabbed your shoulder and shoved you back down. It should’ve upset you that he put his hands on you but you felt your cock twitch in your pants.
“Stop acting dumb.” He carelessly tossed the diary behind him. His eyes never left you. The intensity in his eyes scared you but also made you incredibly horny. Who knew he could act like this? “You read it, you saw what I wanted to do. Degrade, feminize, and dumbify—you saw it, didn’t you? Don’t spare my feelings.”
You quickly shook your head. “I wouldn’t… I wouldn't judge what you… do in your free time.”
Kota froze. He raised an eyebrow before leaning further down. You leaned back until your back bumped into the wall, effectively caging you in.
Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear it. You clamped your legs together. Why was this actually doing something for you?
“How did you get that 90% on the exam?” He finally spoke.
“Huh?”
“You. I want to degrade you.” His hands pressed on either side of the wall, gaze harsh. “I want to make you pretty, only to ruin you for anyone else. Who else would I ever want to see naked beneath me?”
“…huh…? Kota…?”
Kota sighed. “I’ll move out as soon as possible.” Was all he said as he began to pull away.
“Wait—!” You grabbed his shirt and tugged him back towards you. The force causing him to accidentally bump his nose against yours. “Ow,” a whine left your lips but you quickly pushed through the pain. “Why… why are you going to leave me?”
“Did you not understand a word that I said?” Kota responded, his tone exasperated.
“I did. I did and I don’t mind. I like you! Didn’t you know that? I told you…”
Kota tilted his head. His gaze focused solely on you. “You always tell me that you like me. Was I supposed to believe that one time was different?”
You frowned. “Well I did mean it differently. I meant that I like like you.”
“You like like me?”
“Mhm.”
Kota laughed. You were seeing a whole new side to him. “Do you like me enough to let me do whatever I want to you?” He asked, his voice deep. There were simple words but somehow they felt heavy in your chest. It didn’t feel like it was a simple easy thing to agree to.
He seemed mad but not that mad that you thought he would’ve been. It felt different. A scary different. But not scary enough that you didn’t nod your head in agreement to his words.
“I need to hear a yes.” He said.
“…Yes.” You whispered. “I really like you.”
For the first time ever, Kota’s lips pulled into a wide smirk.
Your cock twitched at the sight.
You would’ve never expected that Kota would be the kinky type. Honestly you ever really expected that he’d be into sex… or anyone really. He didn’t seem like the type. It’s why you didn’t expect anything to happen from your feelings.
But here you were, hands tied together above your head with Kota’s belt. Undressed—your boxers being the only clothes you were allowed left.
Kota didn’t say anything at first. He had silently tied your wrists together, manhandling you to rest on the bed. His hands gripped your skin. It felt harsh and rough but it didn’t scare you.
“Kota…” You whispered.
He was silently taking in your body. His hand slowly tracing up and down. As his hand reached your inner thigh—you let out a gasp. Your legs clamped together as your cheeks heat up and feel hot to the touch.
“Kota… are you mad?”
“No,” he answered. His hand squeezed your thigh before he reached his other hand and grasped your other leg. He easily parted your legs open, it happened so fast you didn’t even register it until your legs touched the bed.
Kota sighed. His gaze flickered up to look you in the eye. “I’m not going to do everything I ever wanted.” He said. That somehow disappointed you. “I don’t want to rush this… not now.”
“Rush?”
“(Name),” he whispered your name as if he was worshipping you like a God. So soft and tender though his eyes held a certain hunger that made your stomach clench. “I’ve always wanted you to cry on my cock—letting your makeup mess up your face.”
“Really?” You couldn’t help but grin. “Is that why whenever you saw me with my makeup a mess, you’d get quiet?”
Kota didn’t respond. He moved to sit between your legs. “When we moved in together, I thought I’d have to deal with you bringing in random people to have sex… or maybe even get a boyfriend. How lucky am I that you aren’t able to date anyone?”
“Hey, I was single on purpose!”
“Sure.”
You frowned but before you could say anything else Kota pushed your legs forward. A strained grunt left your lips. The stretch was a little unnatural—not a position you’ve ever done before.
“Since it’s our first time, I’ll be nice. Okay?”
“You’re a virgin?” You muttered, blinking slightly.
“Aren’t you?”
“Ah,” you quickly looked away, biting your bottom lip. “Not… exactly.”
It was silent.
Too silent.
“Kota…?”
The sound of fabric tearing caused you to cry out in shock. You looked over to see Kota focused solely on your legs. Your boxers were torn open, the cool air teasing your hole. Embarrassment shot through your body when you realized Kota would have a perfect view of a certain something in your ass.
Finally, your little secret was revealed.
“(Name)…” Kota chuckled, his voice deep. His index finger circled around your sensitive rim. Your body shook from the touch. “Is this a butt plug?”
So, it wasn’t as if you expected sex today. You had just wanted to be a little… adventurous today. After your exam you had actually come home first before going back out to buy the food and beer. Just for fun.
It was a small plug. Only stretched you a little bit to where you could feel it if you shifted just right. But other than that it didn’t feel like anything was inside you.
Really the only thing you expected tonight was using your dildo late at night as you imagined Kota fucking you instead. Luck was really on your side today.
“Did you wear this all day? Even when you took your exam?” Kota grasped the edge of the plug, slowly tugging it out. You gasped—tugging at the restraints around your wrists. “Did you masturbate like a pervert, hoping no one would notice you rocking in the chair, trying to focus on the exam while making sure the plug hit your prostate?”
With a simple shift, the tip of the plug pressed directly on your prostate. A loud moan left your throat. You wanted to tell him that he was wrong. That he was making stuff up. Degrading you.
But the continuous, slow rub against your prostate took over your thoughts. All you could focus on was gasping and moaning in response. Nothing else could escape your lips. Your cock twitched. It was still covered inside your tight boxers.
“Kota,” you mewled.
“Such a slut. Is that why you’re so flashy?” He asked, pressing down on your prostate. “You want everyone’s attention on you. Not just your looks but also from your sex appeal? So perverted, Togami (Name).”
You sniffled. Your wrists tried to break free from the belt but somehow it was wrapped tightly. You could only bring your hands down to try and cover your face from Kota’s intense stare.
“Am I not enough?” Kota moved up, his body now towering over you. His free hand grasped your wrists and tugged your arms to rest above your head once more. “Do you need everyone else’s attention? I’m not enough for you?”
You quickly shook your head. The words escaped you—only broken wet moans leaving your parted lips.
“Fine.” An almost pained laugh left Kota. “They can look…” he leaned down, his breath teasing your face. “But you’ll always be mine. Only I can see you, touch you, and ruin you, do you understand?”
Kota pulled back when you didn’t respond. His glare sharp as he roughly pulled the butt plug out. He tossed it behind himself. “Answer me with words.”
“Mhm, ngh,” you nodded your head. It was hard to speak, your throat was already dry. You haven’t even been fucked yet and you already felt tired. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
You let out a shuddered moan. Your legs wrapping around Kota’s waist. It felt so sinful for you to be practically nude while Kota was still dressed. He was wearing a black sweater and black pants—his usual winter clothing.
“You’re perfect for me, (Name)… I don’t even need to prepare you.” Kota unbuttoned his pants. His gaze focused solely on you. “I won’t be nice. I’m going to fuck you and if you manage to cum, good. If not…” his voice trailed off.
The thought that he wasn’t even going to try and make sure you would come too. To just use you for his own pleasure… made your whole body shiver.
Shit, you were really learning new things about yourself.
Kota was never known for being particularly nice. Sure he did nice things for you but that never meant he wasn’t a little rude to you still. Even if you were his favorite person. He had no issue degrading you. And it was shocking to yourself that you didn’t mind it at all.
He didn’t fuck you nice and slow. He didn’t slowly ease inside you or anything like that. Your hole was still dripping from the lube and allowed for a semi easy entrance. Though his cock was bigger than your small butt plug.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The stretch felt otherworldly. Kota grasped your face, pushing your head down into the pillow as he began thrusting in an easy rhythm.
The slap of skin filled the room. Your gasps and moans came out in rough staccato. Toes curling as you bite your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
“K-Kota…” you cried out.
Kota pushed your head further into the pillow as his thrusts began to pick up speed. He was unforgiving—obviously chasing his own orgasm. True to his words he didn’t aim for your prostate nor did he touch your cock.
He was fucking you got his own pleasure.
“Mhm?” He grunted out. His thumb brushing against your lips, pushing them apart. “Does it feel good? Are you enjoying yourself?”
Each thrust sent a shock throughout your body. The sound of skin slapping, bed creaking from each thrust into your tight heat. It was sending you into a frenzy. You could’ve sworn that he was purposely avoiding your prostate. Just barely teasing it to cause a shiver in your body before ignoring it once more.
It was degrading. He was treating you like a toy.
You smiled slightly, eyes glancing up at Kota. He was a sight to behold. His eyes almost fully covered from his long bangs. He was sweating but still hadn’t made the effort to take off his sweater.
The jeans rubbed against your ass, chafing the skin. You’d certainly cry about it later but now it only served to make you moan. Every little thing he did that only served to please himself and not you… made your toes curl.
“Hey,” Kota cut in. “I asked if you’re enjoying it?” His voice deep and held an air of dominance.
A strained laugh left you, punched out in tandem with a particularly harsh thrust that almost sent you hitting the headboard. Your bottom lip was cut. A little bit of blood coated both lips and some on your teeth.
“Yeah,” you breathed out. Your eyes struggled to stay open, fingers curling to grip the pillow beneath you for a sense of purchase. “Love it so much.” An almost exasperated laugh left you.
Kota’s thrusts slowed down. His grip on your face almost loosened. He certainly didn’t expect such an answer from you. The willingness to accept his behavior as if it was a normal thing. A thing that you readily craved and enjoyed.
A perverted smirk pulled on his lips.
It was one of the widest smirks you’ve ever seen from him. With his eyes practically hidden behind his bangs—his smirk was the only thing you could use as a way to see what he was thinking. With that smile alone you knew he was happy.
Proud even.
This… was exactly what he wanted.
And how lucky was he that you wanted it just like him.
The last of his thrusts were almost cruel. He positioned his hips so his cock would tease your prostate. Barely a touch that was enough to even count as anything. You almost cried at the teasing—it was too much.
Your cock was weeping in your boxers. But you didn’t beg for Kota to start pleasuring you as well. No you enjoyed how he was fucking you. This was too fun. Better than anything you could’ve originally imagined.
Kota released his grip on your face, both hands reaching to grab your waist. He held your body still against the bed. Keeping you still as he delivered his last, harsh, heavy hitting thrusts into your ass. Each thrust earning a loud accompanying cry from you.
Hot wet cum released inside you. The fact that he didn’t even ask if he could only made you shivered in delight. A weak gasp left you. Kota spanked your ass as he pulled out. The cum slowly seeping out of your hole.
“You look beautiful like this.” Kota hummed, “next time I want to see you in full makeup when I fuck you.” He said. He grabbed your boxers, tugging them off when he stopped.
A soft humorless laugh left him.
“You actually came?”
Two fingers touched the lower half of your stomach. White cum leaking from your cock. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You didn’t expect that this would lead you to cumming in your boxers.
But here you were.
“Of course a slut like you would come untouched.” Kota leaned over you, gently freeing your wrists from the belt. He captured your lips into a hungry kiss—not allowing you to take any sense of control.
THE starry night sky gleamed, stars dashing across the horizon. The night was silent, peaceful—perfect.
“Isn’t it beautiful, the cluttered sky?” The voice of a male rang, reaching up at the night sky as if to touch the stars. “It’s not often when the skies are full of so many distant suns…”
The voice of another stifled a laugh, “You mean the stars? Heh, they’re cool, I guess.”
The took males were at the edge of a cliff, one standing while the other was sitting at the edge.
“Do you not like them?” The first, calmer voice asked, his tone holding a bit of worry as he tore his gaze from the starry sky to look at the male that’s was sitting down beside him.
The standing figure was a beautiful male of warm brown skin. His eyes give a beautiful golden glow, and his graceful body was dressed in loose green robes with golden lines sketched throughout it. His body was dazzled with golden and beautiful green vines, stretching from the golden choker on his neck to the ankle of his bare soles. The boy ran his fingers through his short and tousled white hair that was occasionally met with braids and tangled also with golden vines, a nervous gesture.
“No, that’s not the point! I just have a view that’s way more interesting…” The other male said, gazing lovingly at the standing man.
The sitting male was one with a lean more athletic build. He had short black, messy hair that was heavily dyed a dark blue at the tips. Long and perky blue rabbit ears stuck up from his hair. His eyes were a tantalizing color of blue, and he has a beautiful mark right below his right eye. His clothes consisted of a basic, sleeveless compression bodysuit, and a pair of blue shorts for more clothing. He wore small hoop earrings and dark blue knee guards, wearing a pair of sneakers that’s look almost new.
The male with the long, golden hair raised at brow at the male with bunny ears. “What view could be as enticing as the stars.” He asked.
The sitting male chuckled, “You are oblivious as hell when I’m tryna flirt, huh? I was talking about you!”
“Me? With all due respect, Dash, my look is nothing close to the distant suns!” The male said with a smile.
The rabbit boy released a chuckle as his ears twitched, and he hopped up to his feet with a grunt.
“You seriously believe that? You’re the literal Embodiment of Life!” He said as he walked up to the white haired male, a grin on his face that was both playful and loving.
“That reason is why I adore all of what life has to offer above myself—even some of the bad things.”
“Is that so, Rosebud? Then,” The shorter male grabbed the taller by their collar, pulling them down before kissing them.
The Emanator Of Life’s eyes were blown open in surprise before shutting slowly, letting the shorter male dominate the kiss in this passionate moment. After silently being given the green light, Dash deepened the kiss and adored low, pleased moans that came from the being of life itself. A few moments pass before Dash broke the kiss for air, leaving them both breathless.
“How…about that?…” Dash said in between his breaths before showing a grin. “You’ll cherish that, right?”
The Typifier Of Life blushed before releasing a chuckle. “The treat of romance is one of the most fragile aspects of life, but…it’s nice to have…especially from you…”
Dash blushed as well before facing away with a scoff, “Jeez, you’re so damn cheesy…”
“Well, you are the one who started the entire thing. I was innocently trying to look at the stars…”
Dash scoffed playfully, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”
A moment of comforting silence had passed before Dash’s left rabbit ear twitched at a thought that just popped up in his head. He looked at the Typifier with a raised brow.
“Hey, uh, weren’t we supposed to be helping with something—” Just as he said that, a figure was launched in between them like a shooting star, crashing a few feet away from them with a groan.
The Typifier and the bunny boy had glanced at one another before approaching the prone man. They were dressed in a knight’s armor, no helmet being worn, which showed their warm brown skin, curly brown hair, and a handsome face that was riddled with freckles. The man sat up with another groan, rubbing the side of his head. His beautiful green eyes suddenly narrowed as he noticed Dash and the Typifier.
“Sir Arthur!” The Typifier smiled.
“Hey man.” Dash waved casually.
The freckled man looked between the two and his eye twitched, “What in the BLOODY HELLS are you two doing all the way over here?!” The freckled man, now known as Arthur, had growled out, his newfound anger overwriting his recent pains.
“Y’know, I had the same question for you…” Dash said as he watched The Typifier help the freckled man up before continuing. “It’s not often that the great Sir Arthur gets put on his ass. It’s kind of a fun sight!~” Dash said teasingly. “So, whatcha doing then? Seeing how far you can jump? Sparring? A serious spar?”
“No, none of those.” Sir Arthur said as he grabbed Dash’s shoulder, a menacing aura surrounding the knight that unnerved Dash to the point of sweating a bit. “You wanna know what we’re doing?” The brown haired male asked with a kind smile that didn’t match his pissed vibes.
Dash hesitantly nodded.
Sir Arthur pointed off in a direction, and the two clueless males followed his pointed finger. In the distance, three big dragons were attacking a spacious village, all in different colors; a red one that was spitting fire; a grey one that shooting out sharp and heavy stones; and a blue one was shooting out thunder from its body—mostly its jaws.
The three of them could hear people screaming in this distance, most begging for help from someone.
“I believe that I remember what we’re assigned to do…” The Typifier said with a nervous laugh as he fiddled with his fingers.
Arthur sighed, ignoring the pleads from the villagers he was tryna save. “Dear Typifier, your holiness, I have no idea what you see in this…messenger, but he clearly is a negative influence!” The knight said as he bluntly gestured to Dash, who definitely took offense.
“Negative influence?! I’m not a negative influence on him!” Dash yelled. “If anything, I’m making him happy and teaching him to relax!”
“Teaching him?! He’s the embodiment of life itself and all things that come with it! He doesn’t need to learn anything from you!” Arthur argued.
“Maybe not, but you could probably take a few lessons from me?”
“What the hells is that supposed to mean?” Arthur growled, getting all in Dash’s face.
Dash grinned at the challenge, “Oh, I think you know what that means…”
“Pardon?”
The voice of the Typifier cut through the tension the two had. The brown skinned male had a nervous expression, but he was still smiling.
“I’m all for the teamwork, but…maybe we should be helping the people now?” The male said with his nervous smile.
“Yes, you’re correct, your holiness.” Arthur said as he straightened his posture. “Please, if you don’t mind, lend me your strength in this battle.”
Arthur bowed before leaping back into the air, back towards the village with his jagged sword drawn.
“We must help as much as we can to atone for letting so many deaths slip through our grasp.”
“Yeah, I got it! Race ya!” Dash grinned before blitzing off immediately, causing a big shockwave from the surprise speed, as well as, leaving behind spark of blue electricity.
The blue haired rabbit boy made it to the village that was once so far away in record timing—not even breaking into a sweat or taking a small breath. Matter of fact, he saved an elderly woman that was seconds away from being burned to death. “Haha, first!”
“Actually, dearest, I believe that I was here first.” A familiar voice rang as they placed their hand on Dash’s left shoulder.
Dash looked over to see the Typifier of Life himself, “Wha-when did you get here?” He asked as he set the woman down and ushered her off to safety.
“Seconds before you got here!”
“But it only took me a few seconds!”
The embodiment of life chuckled, “I do apologize, but maybe you could win the next time.”
“Actually, to the both of you dumbasses, I’M the first one here.”
At the sudden new voice, a feeling of unease and dread ran through Dash’s body. The speedster looked towards the direction of the newcomer, seeing a tall male that was the same height as the Typifier Of Life. They have crimson red eyes that could pierce through one’s soul, and long jet black hair with red streaks that reached down to his waist. The male’s attire consisted of long, dark robe-style garments. He wore a compressed black shirt that hugs his torso enough to show he’s broad-shouldered and well-built. Around his waist is a wide sash or belt, in a rich red hue. The sash is tied off with long ends hanging down in front—it adds a sharp contrast to the rest of his dark outfit. His lower half consists of a long and baggy, jet black trousers that flowed in the wind.
The man walked up to the two with a grin, a jagged sword of black color with red and crooked lines etched into it draped on his left shoulder, gleaming with ominous energy.
“Death.” Dash said with a narrowed gaze, his voice more serious.
“Brother? What a surprise. Why are you here?” The Typifier said in a questioning tone.
The man shrugged with his grin, “It looked like you were having fun, so I decided that I wanted to join ya, problem?”
“No, not at all! I appreciate the help! It is just that…you’re not exactly one to help mortal beings…”
The Typifier Of Death shrugged once again, “I was bored. Speaking of mortal affairs,” Death’s gaze met Dash’s, the shorter blue haired male glaring back at them, which earned a mocking chuckle. “I see you still entertain yourself with this plaything of yours…”
“Plaything? I’m not a plaything!” Dash scowled.
“I beg to differ, plaything!~”
“I am so gonna beat your ass!” Blue electricity surged throughout Dash’s body as his anger flared at being mocked.
“Dearest,” The Embodiment Of Life placed a hand on each of Dash’s shoulders, looking at the male with an endearing expression. “Please don’t mind my brother. He has a way for teasing mortals like such. Do not let his words get under your skin. Besides, there is a bigger issue here.” The white haired male gestured to the ongoing chaos provided from the dragons that continued to torment the village—lesser in numbers now but still a powerful onslaught. “Would you mind helping them more?”
Dash tore his gaze from Death with a scoff, looking at his lover with a softer look that still radiated anger from the other male’s earlier words. “Whatever, I got it. Leave it to me.” He said before dashing off in a surge of blue bolts.
“What fun do you get from this? Their life is temporary! Soon, they will belong to me unless you give them immortality, but you don’t wanna curse them like that, do you?” The Typifier of Death said casually.
Life sighed, “Yes, I know their ending is inevitable, and I do not wish to make them suffer enteral life, which is why o will try my hardest to preserve.”
Death rolled his eyes, “You and your life bullshit gets on my nerves, brother.”
Life smiled, “Well, your ongoings of death doesn’t give me free days either. I still remember the Flame Tail incident.”
“Oh fuck off.” Death said with a grin.
ROOARRRR
A thunderous roar shook the ground the two stood on, drawing their attention back to the still suffering village that they have ignored way too much of at this point.
“Well, I believe it’s time we joined the action. Try not to kill them, yeah?”
Death’s grin widened, “No promises! Let’s put an end to this shit show!” He said before running off to slay whatever misfortune dragon becomes his first target.
Life sighed and shook his head with a smile before running forward too.
And, that could’ve been it.
It’s could’ve been perfect.
Sure, the world still had its ups and downs, but it was perfect for him right here. The smiles, the laughs, and the shared pains.
Why did that have to change?
The sky’s clouded with darkness, leaving the lands below in an everlasting black that was never interested in fading away. Thunder boomed throughout the skies and from them, striking down to set unsuspecting trees ablaze in crimson-orange flames. The air was foggy with ash, suffocating those who inhaled it; however, the land itself was bare. There was no plants, no animals, no beasts, no people. There weren’t even any humans that walked along the ground. It was all gone—all dead amongst the once lively world.
CRASH!
The fair body of a white haired male had flew and crashed into an abandoned rubbled building. He bared wounds on his arms, legs, and face—all healing within due time. He winced as he pulled himself out of the rubble, rocks falling in place to fill the space he crashed into. His glowing amber eyes gleamed as he stood on his feet, forcing them to straighten as they healed without issue. As he stood tall, he faltered a bit after. An unusual wound was on the man’s left shoulder that cut down to his arm. It radiated a red glow that pulsed, ensuing pain into the boy’s entire being. He placed his hand over the wound in an attempt to soothe it, but his attempt was futile. The wound still pained on, but he ignored it.
“What’s wrong?” A voice asked in an angered tone. The sound of feet waking on gravel spiked white haired male’s attention, and his gaze narrowed at his pursuer. “Can’t handle the power of death?” The pursuer said with his glowing crimson eyes.
“Dy, you have to stop this…all of this…” The white haired male said as he gestured towards the dying and decaying world, his voice a lot more smooth than the gruff one the opposing male had. “The world can’t handle the spell! Call it off!”
The black haired male chuckled,“Oh brother, you don’t have the mantle over my judgment…” The man said as he slowly walked towards his brother. “In my opinion, the world should be shrouded in nothing but death. People live just die after all. What you have as the Embodiment Of Life is only temporary! Death is permanent! I am permanent, Liv.” Death said, stopping a few inches before his brother. “Besides, you are the reason this is happening! When I allowed you to spread your life, your peace, our enemies started to see that we were…weak.” He growled in a rise of aggression before punching Liv away, causing him to crash upwards through another crumbling building before being suspended in the air. Before he could even recover, he was knocked back down by another attack from Death.
Liv caught his harsh fall, caving the ground beneath him. Immediately noticing his brother’s advance, he stepped back, dodging an attack that milliseconds from hitting him.
“What’s wrong, brother?” Dy released a chuckle, but there was no humor. In his glowing crimson eyes, Liv could see his brother’s pain, annoyance, and frustration. “Why aren’t you fighting back? You took hits that I know you could’ve countered. Are you scared?” He glared, “Hm, no, that’s not it. Don’t tell me that you’re showing the same mercy you’ve showed our enemies, the same ones that killed mom and dad, our grandparents, even your lover! You allowed them to live, corrupting proper justice—death! This world is tainted with you!”
The red scar on Liv’s should had pulsed, coursing pain through him.
“It hurts, right?” Dy grinned, “That wound is the perfect example as to why killing someone is the fastest way to putting them out of their misery. The longer you are alive, the more you suffer. That is a curse, even for us! Mercy…has a cost, and it’s always hefty…”
“But so does killing! It’s not always so justified, no matter how easy you make it sound!” Liv shot back, wincing in pain from the glowing mark. “L-look, Yes…you’re right, it’s my fault, and I’m sorry.“
“Sorry? Sorry?! It’s way too late for a fucking sorry! Because of you, everyone is dead!” Dy growled as he launched crimson red arcs of magic towards Liv. The white haired male swiped his hand, a green shield forming in front of him just in time to block the attack.
“My mercy led to this, but don’t think your harsh way of judgement was justifiable either. If one lied, you felt they needed to die; if one stole, you felt they needed to die! As time went on, whenever someone did something that rubbed you the wrong way—no matter how insignificant, you tried to kill them! I can’t just stand around and let you take away the lives of people without cause! Your ways of doing things made people uneasy around you, even mom was worried about what you would turn out to be.” Liv argued, his white hair flaring up and flowing in the ash wind. “I’ll admit that my mercy led to horrible results, but when will you admit that your magic and the destinies our father has taught has turned you into a cold monster!”
“Monster?!” Dy’s hair flares, “You really think I’m the monster?”
“Look around,” Liv started as he gestured towards the grey world, ash of decaying plants and rubble surrounding the air. “You’ve killed billions of innocents, trampling with life unprovoked! If anything, you’re the one coveting my judgment now. The grief and power got to your head, and I’m sorry for pushing you that far. As your brother, I’m really ashamed, but you have crossed the line.” Liv glared, which made the other male that opposed him glare as well.
“Y’know, it’s easy to cross your line of tolerance when you don’t want anything to be killed! When will you learn that protecting life from death is meaningless?!” The male dashed towards Liv with a reeled back punch. Liv matched his brother’s aggression, crashing his own punch with his brother. The sudden clash of forces had rippled space and cracked the skies with thunder.
Dy advanced, throwing punches and kicks at his brother, who restlessly dodged and blocked them—but he didn’t attack back. Dy noticed his brother’s passiveness, putting more force into his strikes. “Come on, what’s with you?! Have you forgotten the fighting lessons our father taught us? Have you?! Sitting back and allowing me to attack…is only disgracing him!” He roared before landing a harsh knee in Liv’s abdomen.
As the pain from the strike settled in with the aching of the unusual wound, Liv wobbled to his knees. He used his right hand to press it against his abdomen, hissing in pain that slowly faded away thanks to his healing body.
“You’re pathetic.” Dy glared down at his brother, “If you’re the Embodiment Of Life, then why the hell won’t you fight for it?! I’m killing the world, I’m threatening to end everything that you enjoy! Why won’t you end it, huh?!”
“Because you’re my brother!” Liv had yelled out, looking up at Dy. “You’re my brother, Phyrous. If I end all of this, that means that I would have to end you. There’s no way…I could kill you…even if it means the world…”
Dy clicked his tongue, “You can’t be serious. I guess dad was right about you and mom, you’re both delusional with the vision of everlasting peace and love.” Dy grabbed Liv by the collar, lifting him up to suspend him in the air. “But when will you come to reality, huh?! Everyone is dead, Liv! I just don’t understand you! Our whole life together, you didn’t want me to kill anything—you got in the way of death, and that all ended in shit! But now, when you have the golden chance to save the whole world—to give life a second chance, you don’t want to?”
Liv grasped the arm that held him in the air, a weak chuckle escaping him. “That…sounds about right.” He said simply.
Dy clicked his tongue, “So dumb.” He said before punching Liv through his chest. The body he held up so tightly fell limp in the matter of seconds, and he released it with a scoff once he pulled his fist out of the bloody hole he had created.
He looked at his fist. It was covered in blood, his brother’s blood and guts, stained his fist like red paint. “You may be stupid, but there’s no way you’d die that easy.”
“You’re right…”
Liv’s voice rang through the air and Dy looked up to see his brother hovering high in the air, hands on his hips. “Life doesn’t lose easily, especially to self-righteous judgment.”
Dy looked back down to gaze at the body of his brother that he ‘killed,’ watching it fade away.
“A clone…” Death huffed.
“You know more than anyone how I’m accustomed to Universal Magic more than my own…” Liv sighed as he outstretched his palm towards his brother below, “Universal Magic: Blast.”
Liv shot three condense orbs in rapid succession that hurled towards Dy. The Embodiment of Death summoned his sword, slashing two of the blast before leaping back to dodge the last one. The last orb hit the decaying ground, creating a wide plain of sparkling plants and vines.
Dy couldn’t even recover from his evasive leap before he was kicked away by Liv. The Death tumbled before he caught himself, his feet digging into the earth to keep him from going far. He retaliated with a quick projectile arc of red energy at Liv, who quickly formed a clone in front of himself to take the blow. The two continued their clash of powers, ones that sparked the world with thriving life or everlasting death.
Liv quickly summoned vines to coil around Dy’s limbs, which made the other male snarl at the golden restrictions.
“Brother, stop this. You always talk of our father’s words and way, but what of our mother? She believed that no difference was between us; that Death was a part of Life, as well as, Life was a part of Death! She believed that no matter what we embodied that moving on and growing from the past was the prime process for both of us! When will you take her words to heart?!”
“NEVER!” With a spiking aura of red, the golden vines that held Dy had decayed. “Her words that influenced you…are what led to this. And you’re telling me that you still look up to her!”
Dy dashed up to Liv, his sword wield in one hand. Liv quickly created thin, glowing gold threads between his fingers and held them up to block the strike from Dy with a loud clink. Despite this, Dy kept attacking into Liv’s defenses.
“I can’t believe this! Even when reality is shown to you, you still hang by your delusions!” He growled out as he kept up his powerful strikes.
“You’re mad,”
STRIKE.
“Stupid,”
STRIKE.
“And unbelievable!”
STRIKE.
Every punching word was met with a powerful blow from Dy. Liv staggered with every one, but he still held his ground—his defenses staying strong despite it only being thin, golden threads between his fingers.
“The world is only in death’s hands, my hand! There’s no reason to struggle, to think, to fear.” Dy did a final strike into the threads, glaring at Liv through the struggle.
But, despite the harsh glare, Dy had tears streaming down his face. His emotions, no matter how much he hated them, leaked through his face. “Just die with the rest of them.” Dy said, his voice wavering a bit.
The sight broke Liv’s heart, more so than it already was. There was so much that happened.
His parents were dead.
His lover was dead.
The world is almost dead.
And his brother was against him.
He never truly believed that Dy was an embodiment with no tearful emotions, but this was the first time he’s seen it leak through.
He’s seen Dy injured and be witness to tons of things, but he never once had cried. This, apparently, was too much even for them.
It made tears well up in Liv’s eyes.
“Things have been bad, have they? I…will make them better…to everyone…”
Dy scoffed, “And how do you plan to do plan to do that, dumbass! EVERYONE! IS! DEAD!” The Death had kicked The Life away. Liv fell back a couple feet away, making the ground cave in. “There is nothing left to make better.”
“No. Not here.” Liv smiled before he stood up, ignoring the pain he felt from the red wound still on his shoulder. “Not this time.” He said as various flowers grew beneath him alongside tall grass. A small crown of golden vines and leaves appearing around his head as he outstretched his arm, palm held upwards.
A seed, one shaped like a teardrop, had formed above Liv’s hand. “A great thing about life is that if it survives, it adapts; therefore, I adapt.” Liv’s magical energy surged, casting life upon the once dying field. “And I will continue to until we live in harmony…”
“Harmony is an illusion just like life.” Dy growled, “I will not allow you to get in my way again!” Dy red aura flared his eyes being pitch black with those same crimson pupils.
“Death Magic: Rotting Reach.”
As the spell of death was casted, a rush of decay spread throughout the already dying land. A giant, clawed hand rushed towards Liv with speeds beyond mortal comprehension, but it all seemed so slow to the Typifier Of Life.
“Embodiment Magic, Life:”
Liv dropped the seed onto the dead ground, which sunk into the dried soil like heavy metal dropping into water. In the slowed time of milliseconds, a giant tree sprouted from the ground. The tree was white in a color, its leaves being purely gold. An eye was at the center of the trees bark, being gold in color.
“New Dawn!”
The claw of death was negated by the tree’s presence, shocking Dy.
“Liv, what the hell are you doing?!”
Liv looked at his younger brother in silence, only showing a sad smile.
“I will try again till everyone lives to tell their story…even you…”
Dy growled, his form being covered in black fog and X’s where his eyes should be. “I’ve had enough of you!” He raged, his voice now a demonic echo before he lunged at Liv.
“See you in the morning, brother…” Liv showed a final smile to his brother before everything was blinded by white.
Then, he awakes in comfort.
He was in a bed with warm green colors, a tree overhead, thriving with life as leaves fell from it and onto his resting area.
One fell on his face, and he steadily moved it off with his hand, which was much smaller than usual. Liv sat up, looking at his smaller hands and frailer body.
“I’m…a kid again…” He mumbled to himself before looking at the spacious room of a meadow, his room. “The spell worked. It rewound time.” He smiled softly. “I can try to prevent what I caused—ow, what—”
The joy that rose up in him was cut when he felt a pain on his left shoulder. Surprised, he looked to see a wound—a red one that reeked of death.
“It followed me even when time has been reset.” Liv said as he narrowed his gaze at the Wound Of Death. “It makes sense. I wasn’t able to complete the New Dawn spell to make it a total reset, which is why it’s powerful enough to reset my body but not my mind.” The Life sighed, golden vines sprouting to wrap around his entire left arm to cover the wound. “And it even seems that this Spell Of Death…was stronger than an Embodiment Spell…”
Liv moved the covers off himself, “The question is: how far was I sent back?”
“LIIIIVVV!”
The sudden shout of his name made him jolt. That innocence in a voice that sounded so familiar.
“Liv!” Someone bursted through his room door. “Liv, you awake?”
“Dy…”
It was Dy, his younger brother.
He was the nearly the same as Liv. His hair was shorter than his elder one, the red streaks still being prominent. He was dressed in a dark charcoal tunic with a simple high collar, long sleeves but slightly loose, cinched at the forearms. His pants being fitted dark trouser. He daunted a wooden sword over his shoulders, grinning to show his angular teeth.
“You’re awake, yes! Come on, dad is giving us a real mission today! It’ll help the kingdom!” Dy jogged up to Liv, grabbing the white haired male’s right arm. “Come on, come on!” Dy whined, tugging at Liv’s arm.
Liv smiled warmly at Dy.
‘So, this is when we were trusted with our first assignment from father. Twenty years ago, right? The time where Dy wanted to prove himself…’
“Please allow me to get dressed, then I will join you…”
Dy grinned, releasing Liv’s arm. “Alright, fine! Don’t take too long or I will drag you out naked!” Dy turned and walked out of Liv’s room.
‘Don’t worry, Dy. I will make it right…in this newest Dawn…’
Okay so i didn't join kinktober this year bc i forgot that as a writer im supposed to do that now so to make it up i saw some post about kinkmas so guess what im doing!!!
I'm slowly adding when i get ideas so if you have smut request send them now for the list!!!
KINKMAS 2025
Day one: Monster fucking (kinda)
Day two: Pegging
Day three: Puppy play
Day four: cucking? cuckhold? idk what its called but a cuck is there.
I'm horny lmao, I js wanna eat out someone right ts moment wtf
Just the urge to eat out anyone, it can literally be anyone atp, please squash my head between those thighs while i slowly tease your insides
Or
It can also be fast and rough lmfao, literally going down on it like a full course meal, I'm hungry— FAMISHED even.
Imagine! after a long day at work(or uni) and js literally plopping down ur bed and passing out within seconds and then waking up by that overwhelming pleasure
Imagine! being greeted by your lover(or roommate😏) who's between your thighs and eating you out like a starved man
Imagine! him grinning boyishly at you and just continues his meal as if he didn't just woke you up from your slumber
Imagine! him working his skilled tongue inside you, rubbing his tongue over your bundle of nerves
Imagine! his pace slowly gaining progress, making your thighs shake as your eyes roll back to your skull, adding a few digits in while he laps at your cock or boy pussy
Imagine! after a few hours of him eating you out, and with a final few thrusts of his fingers he swallows your load and laps the remaining juices, thighs shaking in overstimulation
Imagine! him lifting his head up and showing you a satisfied expression, taking some tissues and wipes by the small drawer beside you and wiping you up thoroughly and gently
Imagine! him dressing you up and giving you water to hydrate yourself because he literally drained all your juices😏
Imagine! him thanking you and praising you while you slowly drifted off to sleep in his arms, but not before hearing his “rest up, my love”
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Hehe wsg, sorry I haven't been on for awhile, I was contemplating whether i should write again or what, because as you have noticed my writing's not the same as before. Literally had writer's block for a few months, occasionally opening Tumblr for some updates, literally had the urge to like my lovelies posts but i js couldn't, because if i did, I would've literally pestered you all over again(ykwya) anw miss y'all sm, will be appearing sometime again if my writing goes well, peace out!
