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Screamed so loud my throat burned

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Not All archons are Guang Gun

Tw: Shotacon, Mavuika is small, small cock teasing, Reader is an Archon from a freezing cold place, Mavuika looks like a little boy, tsundere Mavuika, Anxious archon reader, only a handjob, no actual sex, reader has breasts, breast sucking, degradation, WARNING: NO AGE DROP BUT THERE IS A LINE SAYING MAVUIKA LOOKS TWELVE!

Click here to see what male Mavuika looks like!!

You have been in Natlan only for a few hours, but the things you have overheard are… touching. Not in a good way.

You heard some children call you “The second shogun” and “The ruler of Inazuma no. 2”. You were sure the kids didn't know you could hear them, but it was kind of upsetting. You are just trying to be a good archon and keep your people safe, you're not like the Raiden Shogun… right?

“Hey, you finally found the place!”

You look down, seeing a small boy with bright red hair. Is he another child? Maybe lost? I mean, you are at the Stadium of the Sacred Flame to meet the archon, maybe the child's parents work here?

You stay quiet from anxiety, fixing your fluffy and cozy coat. The small boy raises his eyebrow before letting out a sigh, grabbing your arm.

“Come on, we have a meeting to have, no?”

Wait… ‘we’? There is no way a little child like him is the Pyro Archon! He looks barely twelve!

‘What? Did you expect me to be some sort of old Guang Gun?”

Yes. You did, but you won't tell him that.

I mean, why wouldn't you think that of him? Every other archon you've met has been an old hag, you didn't expect Mavuika to be different.

“Well, it doesn’t matter now, does it? Let’s just go to the Speaker’s Chamber to continue our conversation. We wouldn’t want anyone to… overhear our conversation.”

You nod and take his hand, letting him lead you to the Speakers Chamber.

The massive door creaks open as Mavuika leads you into the chamber, a colorful fire in the middle of the room. The Natlan heat was terrible outside, but now, when you’re near the flame? It feels like you’re melting… Or maybe you’re just too used to the freezing temperatures of your country.

Mavuika tugs on your big coat, raising his eyebrow.

“Don’t you want to put that down? Natlan is quite hot, and I wouldn’t want you to get a heat stroke.”

You nod and grab onto your coat, hanging it over your hand. Mavuika sighs when he sees your long sleeved turtleneck and fluffy pants.

“Well, given where you’re from, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.”

Mavuika grabs your hand once more and leads you to a small door in the corner of the room, opening it before you.

“This is a room where I save things precious to me… I believe I could have some things that fit you.”

Your eyes widen when you see the cluttered room, seeing many pretty things. From art to statues, everything is here. The boy lets go of your hand, going to a cabinet to look for clothes you could wear.

You look around the room, your fingers brushing over the wooden cabinets as you search for something, but also nothing at all. Mauvika hums in his childish, high-pitched voice, looking into a pile of clothes.

You stop when you see what looks like a cylinder made out of rocks, a few small red lines on it. You pick it up out of curiosity, seeing the bottom of it is made of silicone with a rip in it.

Maybe it’s some sort of broken… gadget?

“Do you think this could fit you -OHDEARCELESTIA!”

His voice is rushed and embarrassed, face flushed red. You look back at him, puzzled as to why he seems so sheepish.

Mavuika quickly goes to you, grabbing the cylinder out of your hand quickly.

“Let’s… pretend you didn’t see that, okay?”

His words come out quiet, his face reddening further more.

You look at the small boy even more confused, making him let out a shaky sigh. He looks away and tugs on his shorts.

“I… it’s a fleshlight…”

You nod and take the clothes from him, looking at what he picked for you.

The ‘clothes’ he gave you are a bra and shorts that could be mistaken for panties. Your face heats up slightly, your eyes rising to meet Mavuika’s.

“Something wrong? It’s normal Natlan clothes, made for the heat.”

You sigh and look at the clothes once more, realizing that it in fact is normal here. Not once did you see a woman in Natlan with longer shorts or in a shirt. They always had bras or swimsuit tops, along with panties, swimsuit bottoms or shorts that barely reached the bottoms of their butts.

Your hands move to grab the bottom of your long shirt, pulling it over your head. Mavuika blushes and freezes, quickly turning around to not seem like he’s peeking at you.

You fold your shirt and put it on the floor next to your feet before taking your bra off and doing the same. You look at the stringy bikini top with red streaks on it, trying to figure out how to put it on. This is the first time you’ve ever seen something this revealing. It barely classifies as clothing.

Bras from your country usually have wings and hooks, but this one is just… noodle strings and two small triangles. If it had a piece to go over your back, you could maybe figure it out, but it didn’t.

You sigh and give up, tapping on Mavuika’s back slightly. The small boy turns around, expecting you to be dressed, but jumps in surprise when he sees you topless and still in your pants.

“Mavuika, I don’t get how these work.”

Mavuika’s jaw drops before his shaking hands slowly move to grab the bikini top from you. You smile and sit on the floor in front of him to make it easier for him to put it on. Mavuika comes close to you, his tummy and thighs pressing to your back as he brings the bikini top before you.

His hands shakily adjust the triangles of the bikini front to your breasts, his breath hitching when his fingers accidentally brush against your nipple. You ignore it, thinking it’s normal since he’s helping you put on a bra, but only a little while after you can feel his cock hardening against your back.

Mavuika groans and drops the bikini top, slouching down and grabbing your shoulders for support.

“I-I’m sorry…”

You turn around slowly and look at the flushed little boy, leading him to sit on your lap. Mauvika shamefully covers his red face, his thighs pressing together to not show the erection in his shorts.

One of your hands moves to rub comforting circles into his back, your other hand moving to spread his legs apart.

“Mavuika, it’s fine… Here, let me help.”

Mavuika nods and slowly spreads his legs, his hands moving to clutch his stomach.

You smile and rub his cock through the leather shorts Mavuika wears, tugging on their waistline.

Mavuika nods and grabs your arm, quietly consenting to let you take his shorts off. You smile softly and take his shorts off slowly, making sure the small boy on your lap is comfortable.

Mavuika lets out a heavy sigh and pushes his shorts fully off, tossing them aside. His small cock presses up against his pale stomach, making you giggle slightly.

Your hand pats his thigh softly before moving up to his cock, wrapping around it. Mavuika lets out a high-pitched moan, his hips thrusting into your hand.

Your hand moves slowly, jerking off the small boy in your lap as he moans loudly.

“More, please more!"

You smile and whisper nothings into his ear, noticing his cock twitching everytime you speak.

That leads you to an idea…

“Jeez, are you seriously an archon? Your cock is so small that you could be mistaken for any other ordinary child.”

Mavuika moans at your words, his cock twitching. You smile at that, speeding up your hand. You didn’t mean your words, you just wanted Mavuika to get off so he can help you put the top on.

Mavuika moans and turns his head away from embarrassment, ending up with his face between your breasts. The hand that was on his back moves to the back of his head, nudging it towards your breasts.

Mavuika’s small hands move to your breast, his lips wrapping around your nipple.

You weren’t really getting turned on by it, no. Mavuika is a small, inexperienced boy who doesn’t know what he’s doing. It was just a mess for him to get off.

You squeeze his cock slightly as you jerk him off, your thumb rubbing on his tip. Mavuika whines and and lets go of your breasts, his tummy muscles twitching.

“W-Wait, I’m close!”

You nod and speed your hand up, squelching now echoing across the room thanks to his pre-cum making for lubricant as you jerk him off. Mavuika’s small voice keeps blabbering about being close, getting more and more needy as you continue.

When you see his thighs twitch and flex, you can tell he’s close. You move your hand from the back of his head and grip his jaw, kissing him as he lets out a loud moan, cum shooting onto his stomach and torso.

You break the kiss after Mavuika quiets down, his small body twitching.

“I… I’m sorry…”

His voice sounds tired and exhausted.

“No need to apologize, Mavuika… But I’d still appreciate your help with the top you have lent me.”

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I'm not a doctor, but I think I might be able to help

T/W: Heat cycles, pathetic Ororon, sobbing, biting, knots, breast sucking, anatomically the penis to body ratio of a bat is bigger than the one of a human which makes Ororon have a huge dick, premature ejaculation, painful sex, a bit of blood, getting caught

It was more than normal for people not to see Ororon for days on end. He was quite introverted and preferred to simply watch other people interact than doing so himself. But there is one small thing no one else sees. The daily messages and updates he sends you, the emojis and images that light up your day.

That is the reason why your stomach was twisting from anxiety right now. The first message from your beloved would usually come around 5am. A precise time when he woke up. But today? It was 1 pm already and your phone had no notifications from his contact. You reset your phone many times, but nothing helped.

Your mind kept making up more and more reasons why he hasn’t texted you yet, each worse than the last. The thoughts started off as ‘Maybe he lost his phone’, or ‘is out of battery’ but now the thoughts are more like ‘he got kidnapped’.

The knots in your stomach begin making you physically sick… That is when you decide to actually do something. You need to go to his house. You need to figure out what is wrong. This isn’t like Ororon.

But… Where could you possibly find the bat? If he isn’t texting you, that means he most likely isn’t at his farm like any other day. Maybe granny Itzli would know? She seems to be keeping tabs on everyone at all times after all.

Your legs carry you to Citlali’s home, the anxiety only seeming to rise with each step you take. You keep trying to convince yourself that everything will be fine, but that doesn’t help much. What if the harbingers-

“I warned you tons of times, Ororon! When will you grow up and actually listen to me?!”

Citlali’s voice rings through her door, but your brain mutes out every word she says except ‘Ororon’. Thank Archons! That means he’s in there with her. But you still need to see him. Still need to know he’s safe.

You are not leaving otherwise.

Your hand rises to Citlali’s door, a low knock echoing around you. Her voice stops screaming behind the door, footsteps coming to you. The door creaks open slowly, a pink haired woman standing there.

“It's you. Need anything? I'm kinda busy, you know.”

Your voice catches in your throat from how harsh Citlali's voice comes out. She's busy? Does that mean something happened to Ororon?

You clear your throat and ask about Ororon, making Citlali freeze in her spot.

“He- uh, Ororon? He's… ehm, he's fine.”

She scratches the back of her head, a nervous smile forming on her lips. What a terrible liar. 

You narrow your eyes and push her slightly aside, peeking into her home. Much to your surprise, it was dark. A clashing contrast to her usually lit and colorful home.

In the dark corner of her living room you can see a purple and blue glow, almost like a signal for you to see him. Ororon, and has a distinct night-soul glow. But… why was he in his night-soul blessing? He usually only does that in battle.

“Hey! I told you not to come inside!”

Citlali comes up from behind you, gripping your hand as she tries to lead you back outside. But you are frozen in place. Your eyes have adjusted to the darkness of her living room, allowing you to see Ororon’s expression clearly.

His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes closed, sweat built up on his temples. Is he ill? Why was Citlali trying to keep such information away from you?!

You push her hand away from yours, unfreezing from your place. You quickly approach Ororon, his slouched body in a corner chair of Citlali’s living room. His ears were flat against his head, most of his clothes scattered around him, leaving him in his boxers only.

“Citlali! What is happening to him?! Why aren’t you helping him?!”

Ororon has never been the healthiest, but this seemed worse than anything you’ve seen  before.

Citlali sighs and grabs you again, pulling you away from Ororon.

“I can't help him. It's fine… he will overcome it in a few weeks.”

A few weeks?! This is, what you assume, the first day and it makes your heart break! What if it gets worse over the next few weeks?!

Wait… didn’t Citlali just say that she cannot help Ororon? Does that mean someone else can? Your eyes light up, your legs taking you back to Ororon. You sit down next to his curled up body, looking at Citlali with a new, calm expression.

“If you can’t help him, then who can?”

Citlali’s face turns red, a bashful expression on her face. She turns away, her hands crossing over her chest. 

What's that supposed to mean?!

Citlali clears her throat, her eyes roaming over the floor, rather than anything important.

“Well… he’s not exactly sick. He’s, ehm… in heat.”

…What? Isn’t heat a thing only animals and saurians go through? Citlali turns to face you, the confusion in your face making her sigh.

“Ororon is a bat, of course he will be in heat. And the reason I can’t help him, is because the only way for him to feel better is for him to get a mate and make her pregnant.”

What?!

But then again, it does make sense. Saurians work the same way, don’t they? Well, Ifa said they do at least.

You take a deep breath and nod, glancing at Ororon. Ifa did mention that heat can become uncomfortable and painful for saurians… What if Ororon is in pain?

“Do you think Ifa will be able to help him?”

Your voice comes out harsher than intended. Citlali sighs and shakes her head.

“Ifa isn’t a saurian. Even if Ifa was to give him some meds for a heat, they probably wouldn’t work.”

Before you can say anything back to her, a loud knock from the front door echoes through the living room you’re all in. The loud noise makes Ororon flinch and whine, overstimulating his senses from how bad the heat has affected him.

Citlali looks at you and Ororon before slowly going to the door, only creaking it open like she did for you. On the other side stands Biram, the chief.

Citlali freezes in her spot, her eyes roaming back to you.

“You… You can keep an eye on him for a bit, right?”

Biram’s voice from the other side of the door sounds urgent. You nod as your eyes meet here, silently agreeing to watch over Ororon.

Citlali thanks you under her breath and grabs a few crystals and such, running out after Biram.

The door closes behind the two of them as they leave, the living room you're in becoming dark again. 

You go over to Ororons and crouch down to his level, just now noticing what he's wearing… well, more like what he's not wearing. He's only in his underwear, trying to cover himself with his hands weakly.

“I… I'm sorry you have to see me this way.”

Your heart breaks from how weak his voice sounds. He's still apologizing for things that aren't his fault even though he's lying curled up in pain.

You cook at him and kiss his forehead, making him moan softly. You want him to feel comforted through the pain he's feeling.

“Ororon, sweetie, do you know what could make you feel better? Does granny Itzli have some medicine here perhaps?”

You talk to him like a damn child, just wanting him to not feel threatened. He just needs to feel comfortable.

Ororon shakes his head and whimpers, clutching his stomach.

“Granny tried to give me medicine, but it didn't work. Only one thing works for heat…”

You nod understanding what he means.

“Ororon, I want to make you feel better. Even if just for a little bit.”

You reach for a strand of his hair that has made its way to his face, putting it behind his ear. You reveal his red and sweaty face, his brows furrowed from discomfort and pain. You sigh and pout a bit.

Ororon weakly sits up and grabs your wrist, moving you to sit on his lap. You hug him and lay your head on his shoulder in an attempt to make him feel better, making him sigh. One of his hands moves to grope your ass, the other moving to grip your jaw.

The hand on your jaw makes you face him, leading him to kissing you. But it isn’t the usual kiss you’re used to from Ororon, no. It’s more needy, more… primal.

Ororon moans into the kiss, his hips rutting against yours. You whine and push on his bare chest, breaking the kiss with saliva still connecting the two of you.

“O-Ororon, wait-”

He lets out a growl and grabs your thighs, pushing you onto the floor, knocking the wind out of your lungs.

You look up at him with wide eyes, his hands moving away from your thighs. Ororon mutters silent apologies, his hands moving to your shirt, bringing it over your head. You blush and look away, your breasts on full display.

Ororon reaches down to your shorts and pulls them down, his breath hitching when his eyes drop down to your cunt. You don't push him back, the desperation in his moves makes you feel bad. Citlali said that he needs this to feel better.

Ororon looks at your face and his hands twitch, as if he was trying to stop them from touching you.

“You… you're not only doing this because you feel pitty, right?”

His voice breaks your heart. This insecure little bat seriously thinks you are doing this because you feel bad. No! You love him with all your heart!

You shake your head and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. It isn't a desperate one like before. No. It's full of love.

Ororons whines and breaks the kiss after a while, his middle and index fingers moving to your mouth. You obey and open your mouth, his fingers slipping in.

You moan quietly and close your mouth around them, your tongue circling around them to wet them up.

Ororon growls and rips his fingers out of your mouth, bringing them down to your cunt. You blush and throw your head back when he pushes his index finger into you, his thumb moving up to rub on your clit. Ororons moves his finger in and out of you slightly before adding another one.

His thumb adds pressure to your clit, a few stars flashing before your eyes.

“You're fine like this, right? I don't need to prep you anymore… You're fine.”

His voice comes out desperate, as if he's trying to convince himself of what he knows is a lie. There is no way you're prepped enough.

Ororon fumbles to his boxers, pulling them off with one swift movement. His hands move back to your thighs, spreading them apart.

Was he so desperate that he could just put your legs over his shoulders like he always does?

You blush and sigh, closing your eyes as you lay your head back against the floor. Ororon moves one of his hands to his cock, aligning it with your cunt.

Your eyes fly open when you feel his tip press onto your entrance, feeling panic rise when you see his cock.

It's not that you haven't seen Ororon naked, no. But this time, it looks different.

His cock is somehow bigger than usual, not to mention the angry red knot at the base of it.

“W-Wait, Ororon-”

Your voice falls on deaf ears and his hips push forward, his cock painfully slipping into your tight and unprepped cunt.

His so-called prep of two fingers would not be enough for normal sex, let alone for having sex while Ororon is in heat.

You cover your mouth and let out a silent scream, your legs instinctively closing around Ororon. As if it was nothing but an inconvenience, Ororon opens your legs back up before reaching down to your cunt.

You wince when you feel his fingers poke around your entrance where he just pushed his tip into. 

You groan and reach for his hand, trying to push it away. Ororon does as you want and moves his hand away, his fingertip having blood collected on it.

Wait… are you bleeding? Is that why it hurts so much?

Ororon doesn't seem to care and pushes his cock in further, earning another silent scream from your throat.

Ororon lowers his head to your breasts, his tongue slowly falling out with a small droplet of saliva falling onto your hard nipple. You blush and look away, your hands moving to wrap around his neck.

His mouth wraps around one of your breasts, his tongue poking and rolling your nipple around in his mouth.

Let's be honest, he was doing this more for his comfort than yours. His heat filled mind probably couldn't think of anything else but how to bring pleasure to himself and only himself. You weren't even an afterthought.

You sigh and unwrap one of your hands away from his neck, moving it down to your crotch to rub on your clit. 

Ororon lets out a loud wince when he feels you tighten up around him, his hips twitching slightly.You feel nothing of it and ignore him, until you feel something warm in your cunt.

You can’t tell if you began to bleed once more, or if Ororon seriously came already.

Ororon lets out a quiet sob and keeps rutting his hips against you, the knot at the base of his cock pushing against your outer lips.

“I’m sorry, so sorry… But I need more…”

What?! Didn't Citlali say he just needs to breed-

“You need to bear my child, I need to be sure!”

Was this seriously the Ororon you know? The shy and anxious boy that would barely bring up sex is now going insane about the thought of you having his child. 

You moan and throw your head back when his thrusts become more forceful, his knot trying to force itself into your tight cunt.

Your hand moves away from your clit, moving to wrap around Ororon's torso. Ororon lets go of your breast with a wet ‘pop’, his head moving slightly higher to your throat. You blush and lower one of your hands to his nipples, rubbing them softly.

He moans and bites onto your collarbone, a small tearing sound echoing across the room. Your eyes widen slightly when you hear it, your hands adding pressure unconsciously.

Ororon moans and lets go of your shoulder, licking up the blood that his bite has made. His moans get louder when you add pressure to his nipples, hips slamming against yours more.

You arch your back and moan when you feel a part of his knot slip into you. Ororon's breath speeds up along with his thrusts, desperate huffs leaving his mouth.

“Just a bit more.. it's fine, just…”

Ororon pushes into you roughly, the rest of his knot slipping into you. You let out a sob that gets cut short as Ororon kisses you, his tongue licking on your lips in a desperation for you to let his tongue in. You whine and open your mouth, his tongue slipping in. You squeeze your legs around him, feeling him rut against you with his cum filling you.

After what feels like hours, Ororon finally stops cumming, your stomach feeling weirdly heavy with his seed.  Ororon pants slightly before moving to pull out, but his knot keeps him inside of you.

“W-Wait, Ororon-”

Without listening to you, Ororon grips harshly onto you and pushes you away from him, his hips pulling away from you at the same time. You moan when you finally feel his knot slip out of you, feeling most of his cum flow out of you onto the ground.

Ororon crouches down and moves his face to your inner thighs, licking at them softly. You tiredly push at his head and whine, feeling far too overstimulated for him to do any of this. Ororon hums and moves to your cunt, his tongue licking at your cum-filled hole.

You yelp and squeeze your legs around him, your hands pushing at the top of his head to push him away. Although, to no one’s surprise, Ororon doesn’t move away. He’s in heat and his instinct to lick you clean like an animal is stronger than anything else.

“I’m sorry I took so long, but how is Ororon doin-”

Your head quickly turns back to the door, just now coming to your senses. Did you seriously forget you are at Citlali’s house?!

Ororon sits up, his face no longer as red and heat filled as it was before.

“I’m doing much better now, granny.”

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I'm gone, but I'm still writing Ororon x Reader!

It's almost done!!🔥

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I got her on 30 pity. Male Mavuika x Reader is coming bby!! (Click to see Male Mavuika as he'll be in the fic... It's kinda giving Shotacon, but oh well)

I'm writing a Mavuika fanfic when I get her🔥🔥

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Nvm, the somnophilia fic will be about Caleb, becuse... COME ON!

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Hey so just wanted to let you know that you DO know how to write sub men and you’re really good at it?? That was a really good Shadow Milk fic

A really good way to tell if I am good at writing something is looking at the length of the fic 💀

If it's short, it means I was struggling and had no ideas. That's why sub shadow milk was so short.

I technically do know how to write sub men, but it is quite the struggle for me. I will write it if someone requests it, but it isn't my cup of tea.

But thank you for liking the fic, and liking sub shadow milk ���🫀

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I'm writing a Mavuika fanfic when I get her🔥🔥

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Can you write Dom!Reader x Bratty Sub!Shadow milk? (Shadow milk and reader are switch, but Shadow milk that leans dom but can be sub in rare times)

Only good boys get to...

TW(?): Dom!Fem! Reader, handjob only, public sex mention, small bits of blood, biting, orgasm denial, chastity cages, nipple stimulation

A/N: It's short because I don't know how to write sub men. Sorry

You drag Shadow Milk by his ruffled collar into your shared bedroom, pushing him onto the bed. His cocky smile doesn’t falter one bit, not minding how rough you are with him. Why stop his cockiness when just now you got mad? Your anger makes things much more exciting and interesting after all!

“Wipe that smirk off of your damn face, jester.”

Your voice is sharp and dark, coming off as a warning for the blue cookie that lies on the bed. You pin him to it roughly, gripping his jester costume before tearing it off. The material cries under your strength, tearing apart.

“Why should I?”

You growl slightly and bite into his neck, droplets of blood forming at the spot. Shadow Milk whines and arches his back, his hand reaching down to his leaking cock. You scoff and slap his hand away, glaring at him.

“You think you deserve to touch yourself after the stunt you pulled today?”

Shadow Milk tends to do a lot of things to push your buttons, but this time it crossed your line. Attempting to force you into public sex?

The cookie under you huffs and moves his hand to his chest, his brows furrowing slightly as he does so. You ignore his thumbs twisting his nipples, your hand moving down to his cock.

He has been horny for hours by now, the tip of his cock now an angry red color. You tap the slit on the tip of his cock, making him gasp out and close his legs.

“You pervert! Just fuck me already! Use me!”

You try your best to suppress a laugh, roughly opening his legs back up.

“You think you deserve it? Think you deserve my cunt around your cock? Not even close.”

Your voice has a rough tone to it, showing how angered he has made you. You will make him pay.

He pouts when he realizes that you won't fuck him, his hips rutting back against your hand… even though you are barely touching him. When you notice his hips rutting against you, you move your hand away. This is a punishment, not pleasure.

Shadow Milk’s eyes go wide when he no longer feels your fingertips on his cock, his hands shooting to yours.

“If you’re enough of a pervert to touch me, then don’t stop!”

You scoff and slap his hands away, poking his cock. Did he seriously think he deserves your touch? After what he did earlier today? Not a chance.

You sit up on the bed and grab Shadow Milk, placing him on your lap. Shadow Milk curls into himself from shame, feeling more exposed than before. You laugh at his child-like behavior, pressing his hand to his pale stomach. You move your hand up slightly, feeling his ribs through his skin before moving to poke at his nipples slightly.

Shadow Milk gasps and arches his back, his hand moving to his cock. You sigh and decide to let him touch himself. It’s still a punishment if you don’t touch his cock and he has to do it all by himself, right?

“Please, touch me!”

You shake your head and move your other hand to his other nipple, making him sob out from pleasure. His hand speeds up, wet squelches echoing off the walls. Shadow Milk lets out another sob, his brows furrowing as tears begin to fall down his cheeks.

Seems like your punishment is working.

The cookie throws his head back, rutting against his own hand.

“ ‘M close… so close…”

You furrow your brows upon hearing that, seeing how desperate he is. He’s practically humping his hand at this point. His moans become higher pitched and his eyes squeeze shut, a well known indicator that he’s close.

You let go of his chest and move to grab his wrist, moving his hand away from his leaking cock. Shadow Milk sobs and grinds against the air, desperate for release. You coo at him and lick the tears off his cheeks, trying to stifle a laugh. It truly is pathetic seeing one of the most powerful cookies sobbing in your lap.

“You don’t deserve to cum, do you, Shadow Milk?”

Shadow Milk continues shedding tears, but shakes his head. He knows he misbehaved.

“You’re a mean pervert! I deserve to cum no matter what I do!”

There he goes trying to act tough again. But he ends up just looking like a bratty kid trying to get a toy.

You place Shadow Milk on the bed next to you and stand up, giving a warning look. He immediately understands and nods, not daring to touch himself. You go to your shared closet and open the lowest drawer of it, reaching for a black box.

“W-Wait, please don’t! I… I promise I won’t be bratty again! I promise I will never try to do anything in public anymore!”

His pleas fall on deaf ears as you go back to the bed and sit next to him, placing the black box on your thighs. You smile and look at him, the warmth of your smile not reaching your eyes. Shadow Milk hiccups between his sobs, all the brattiness from earlier forgotten. You open the box and take out a chastity cage.

“Now, will you be a good boy and put it on yourself, or will I have to do it?”

Shadow Milk scoots away from you slightly, shaking his head. Well, guess that is one way to answer your question.

You grab Shadow Milk by his ankle and drag him back towards you, ignoring his desperate ramblings between his sobs. He enjoys it, his sobs are just a dumb performance he likes to put on.

You grab the small ring from the box and place it on the base of his cock, hearing him finally stop his sobs, only small hiccups now leaving his mouth. You grab the actual cage next and slowly put it over his cock, making sure to not harm him in the process. Shadow Milk hisses as the cold metal touches him, his hands moving to rub on his nipples once more, trying to distract himself from the cage on his cock.

Lastly you grab a small padlock from the box and move it towards the cage. Only then does Shadow Milk’s voice ring out again, but this time not as bratty and demanding. More so… Whiny and remorseful.

“P-Please, just the cage is enough. We don’t need to put the padlock on…”

Of course we need to put the padlock on! How else is he gonna learn? Plus, what if he tried to take the cage down when you weren’t near? You can’ let that happen.

You click the padlock in place and smile at your handiwork, seeing his red and puffy face still stained by tears.

“Only good boys get to cum.”

[lily-sofii]

Ororon is so stupid and pathetic, what if I wrote a fic where he's even more pathetic because he's in heat?

[lily-sofii]

ahh lily how is the new version! i’m super excited for it but i can’t sit down with it until later i need sleep first 🫠

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You can marry them!! Well... If you have pulls or money, lmao.

But I love the sleep hang out!! Plus, there are free 10 pulls and a few new interactions! (In tete-tete you can for example say "I messed up")

So it's really good!

Although the download took an hour, if not more.

10/10, but I would recommend downloading the update overnight if you have a slower or older phone.

[lily-sofii]

I am definetly using the sleep thing everynight now. I'm playing Caleb sleeping in the backgroud as I write a fic rn, and it is making me tired. <3

I love this update

[lily-sofii]

Your health is first! Dont push yourself.

I don't mind my health declining, I don't care about it! But thank you for caring :3

Back to writing Xavier x Reader

[lily-sofii]

You did a really REALLY good job at writing him for not being that familiar with him then. Good job. Hoping to see more delightful stuff from you in the future.

Thank you!

Also, I plan to write more messed up stuff in the future :3

But my updates might slow down some more because my health is just done with me (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

[lily-sofii]

Absolutely love how fucked up your shadow fucking reader on a stage was. God damn. I cant help but wonder a bit more about Shadow Milks thought process and reasoning for it. Why he wants reader... but god that was good.

Everyone loves the fucked up fics except my poor, poor proofreader 🥀

As for his thought process.. Well, I didn't even meet him, I just know small bits about him. I tried to write his sorta canonically😭

And why he wants reader? He probably wasn't looking for anything specific, he was just looking for a cookie to entertain his audience with. If reader was to die, Shadow Milk would just get someone else to perform with him🤷‍♀️

But seriously, thank you to everyone who likes my fanfics!! (Even though my health stops me from uploading too often)

[lily-sofii]

can I make a request

I'm currently working on a few fics, but when they come out I will open my requests again.