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rainynightmoonlight · 6 months ago

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What??? I posted??? Wooow!!

Bring Honor to Us All || Yan GB Mulan x GN Reader

Characters: Ping

Summary: An awkward boy who goes to war for and with you

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness

A/n: I finally finished it oml!!!

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Yan GB Mulan who so badly wants to be seen as a man. He dresses like one, and he tries his best to act like one. His family doesn't seem to notice it. Well, anyone other than his grandmother. She seems to understand. And then there's you. His best friend. Who he's known since you two were infants. You make him feel like the man he truly he is.

Yan GB Mulan who is upset that he has to go through the match making process. Not only does he have to dress so feminine, he has to act like the perfect bride. Ping couldn’t bring himself to even think of that. He had a plan to marry you, no matter what. He dreaded the days leading up to it. However, he still worked hard to remember “The Final Admonition”. Ping's fear of disappointing his family drove him. He tries so hard to keep it together as he’s dressed. His only solace was you being there. In moments where he’s alone, Ping clings to you and begs for comfort. All your words are of reassurance. You constantly remind him that even if he looks like this, like a woman, you see him no different. That even in such attire, he isn’t any less of a man. He has to leave you reluctantly with his mother. Before he leaves, his grandmother gives him a lucky cricket.

Yan GB Mulan who messes up majorly with the scary matchmaker because the lucky cricket got free from the cage. He ran out of the building in tears. He didn’t mean to mess up. He tried so hard. He was panicked that his father would think less of him. That you would think less of him. Once Ping had made it back home, he broke down in tears. He wandered around his family’s estate as he rummaged around his thoughts. He ended up in the ancestral temple. In the reflection of one of the plaques, Ping wiped off the makeup. He finally saw himself. He sat under a cherry blossom tree, where his father had joined him. His father tried his best to bring some comfort to him.

Yan GB Mulan who is ripped from his sadness from the sounds of horses. A declaration was being made that seemed to rouse all the villagers. The emperor’s advisor was giving a call to war. Ping was watching from behind the large stone wall. He witnessed his father being handed a scroll. His stomach dropped. He wasn’t going to let this happen. Ping jumped off the wall and ran into the crowd. He gave his piece of mind to the advisor and shared his concerns to his father. They weren’t received well. The royal advisor simply sneered at Ping. The royal advisor couldn’t understand the audacity of Ping. After the advisor had left, Ping’s mind wandered to you. His only solace. Like always. He ran his way to you and shared his worries. You were always there to listen. It was then that he learned that some of your family got the same message.

Yan GB Mulan who decided that night to take his father’s place in the war. He uses this as a chance to cut his hair and bind his chest. In the reflection of his father’s sword, he finally saw himself. At least who he was meant to be. He feels like himself. In the rain, he rides off to the camps with his father’s sword in his hands and with his horse. What he didn’t realize was that you were watching him ride through the night. It didn’t take much mental work to figure out what Ping was up to. You followed him through the night on foot and with the help of kind cart riders.

Yan GB Mulan who tried to hype himself up to join the other soldiers. He was also working on asking his voice. He was startled out of his skin when a booming voice took over the secluded area. The area seemed to be lit up with a torch. Ping was thusly introduced to Mushu, his family guardian. Or so Mushu claimed. Ping thought Mushu was a lizard at first. Mushu offered Ping help which he took. Once Mushu helped hype Ping up, he was ready. As he was walking through the campsite, and Mushu offered some not so sound advice, Ping caused a huge mess in the campground. Not only that, but the other soldiers were pissed at him.

Yan GB Mulan who’s anxiety flared up even more as the general confronts him. The question he wasn’t prepared for. The general had asked his name. He was fumbling. Mushu starts to rapid fire names. Each one he mumbled made the General even more upset. Ping. He’ll go with Ping. Ping is shocked when the General points someone out to him. The General was gesturing to you. You were sitting so perfectly in the chaos. You weren’t meant to be here. Not only that but you were being used as a god example. Why did he feel so betrayed?

Yan GB Mulan who was incredibly embarrassed that he causes the rest of the soldiers to clean up. He kept his head down, but bumped into you. You tumbled down, which triggered his quick reaction. He brought his hand down and quickly helped you up. Ping was cautious about the amount of time he was holding your hand. Or how long he was staring at you. You gave hm your name, and he tried to act like he didn’t know you. He wanted to ask you a million questions. But he bit his tongue.

Yan GB Mulan who got a late start the next day. He was awoken by Mushu with a hearty warrior breakfast. Atleast, that's what Mushu called it. When Ping was told the troops already left, he bolted out of the tent. He scrambled to put his shoes on. As he ran, the first thought in his head is you. His pace quickened. Once he made it, he lined up next to you. Two other men were next to him. Ling and Yao.

Yan GB Mulan who stood at attention next to you as the General greets all of you. Ping became anxious. His hands itched to hold yours. He was pulled out of his thoughts when everyone took a step back, other than Yao. You and Ping watched as the General shot an arrow to the top of a wooden pillar. The General instructed Yao to climb the pillar to retrieve the arrow. The catch was, everyone needed to wear golden weights.

Yan GB Mulan who watched all the other soldiers fail to retrieve the arrow. He fails too, but his focus was on you. He felt so much wrry when you had to climb the poll. Ping bit his knuckles while you made it more than half way up. The moment you start falling, he ran to catch you. He doesn’t care about the stareson him. He only cares about the stares on you. He wants to shield you from them. He also hates that you’re the best soldier. Ping doesn’t understand it. He resents you for it. He wants you back home. He wants to be the one protecting you.

Yan GB Mulan who tried his best to perfect all the training practices but with no success. Ping fell everytime and caused the other soldiers to slow down. He felt like a burden. This was not what he wanted. Luckily, he had you to help him up everytime. Mushu watches from afar with Cri-kee. The dragon can’t help but joke about the heart eyes the boy had whenever he looked at you. His failures, however, make it to the General.

Yan GB Mulan who is met with the General one night. The General had Ping's horse. This wasn't a good sign. He was told to leave. Ping couldn't leave. He needed to prove himself. Not as a man, but to show that he's capable of being independent. Mot importantly, he doesn't want to leave you. So he found the weights, and climbed up the wooden pillar. He made it as the sun rose. He was greeted with cheers. Your cheering was the clearest to his ears.

Yan GB Mulan who snuck awat one night to bathe. Mushu was talking over him, which he grew used to. Ping had a towel wrapped around him to hide what he was. More specifically, what he didn’t want to be. It was stupid, but he’d rather be safe than sorry. Once in the lake, he had Mushu stand watch. Three men, Chien Po, Yao, and Ling, came running by and jumped into the lake. Mushu followed, and before any got to close to Ping, Mushu bit one of them. You made it into the lake last. It was just you and Ping alone. He kept his distance. His face was a bright red. How could he handle being naked in a lake with you? It was torture.

Yan GB Mulan who was now marching into battle with all the other soldiers. And you. He became anxious when Ling started to talk about women. More specifically, women that the soldiers were into. He gets asked about his type. What was he supposed to say? You? No! That would give him away! And it wasn’t something he was ready to confess to you. When he was going to confess to you, it would be beautiful. Not marching into death. Ping took to long to answer to you’re asked about your ideal partner. He wanted to push everyone away from you. He can’t handle your answer. What if you say something that he isn’t?

Yan GB Mulan who is relieved you don't get a chance to answer the question. The interruption, however, was saddening. The troops walked into a burned down village. There were no remnants of life left. Ping’s face fell. He reached out to grab your hand. He didn’t want you to see such a thing. As the troup walked treacherously through, Ping found a child’s doll. He touched it gently. The doll seemed well loved. He noticed your hand wasn’t holding his anymore, so he looked over at you. You were in tears. You didn’t make a sound, but the tears flowed down your face. Ping wanted to protect you from the sight. It hurt him even more to see you like this. Before the troops had to continue up the snowy mountain, Ping had placed the child’s doll onto the floor. He propped it up on the sword the General had placed for his dead father.

Yan GB Mulan who was attacked by the huns. Everyone scrambled to run away in the deep snow. They weren’t prepared for the ambush. In his quick thinking, Ping grabbed Mushu and shoved the General away from the firework. He aimed it at the top of the snow mountain, not at the Huns. Ping used Mushu as a lighter and the firework fizzled before it shot up into the sky. There was a silent anxious pause. A rumble then took over. An avalanche! Ping shot up and started to run before the snow had toppled him over. In his escape, Ping searches for you frantically. He catches a glimpse of you about to fall off the cliff. He was not going to let that happen. Chien Po, Yao, and Ling quickly follow to help you both up.

Yan GB Mulan who lifted you in his arms. He’s so grateful to the gods and his ancestors that you were okay. That you were alive. He nearly forgot the pain in his abdomen. When you brought it up, he panicked. The General had called for a doctor as the rest waited anxiously. You couldn’t handle the suspense. You wanted to make sure Ping was okay. That he was going to survive. Once the doctor was finished, they informed the General of who Ping really was. What he really was. It broke Ping’s heart as he heard all his friends leave him behind. All because of something he couldn’t control being. Of what body parts he had. All for a body that wasn’t his. Mushu, Cri-Kee, and his horse were all that was left. The only ones who didn’t abandon him. At least, that’s what he thought.

Yan GB Mulan who left the tent to go back home. He wasn’t watching where he was walking. His foot had ended up hitting something. He looked down and saw that you had stayed. You stayed. He nudged you gently to awake you. When you were conscious, you jumped up and tackled Ping into a hug. You told him that you knew of his true identity the whole time. In fact, you had followed him here to make sure he would be okay. He teared up at the sentiment. You really were his. Ping took this chance to introduce you to Mushu too.

Yan GB Mulan who rushes after the troop that had left him. You were riding with him on the back of his horse. You held onto Mushu and Cri-Kee. You four managed to make it. The parade going on made it difficult to gain the attention of the surrounding people. It was so frustrating when everyone ignored Ping. They even ignored you. Ping quickly hopped off his horse. He tried to prevent you from following, but you practically threw yourself off his horse. He sighed, however, he grabbed your hand and led you through the crowd. He made sure no one touched you as you two rushed to try and find the General. The two of you tried to get someone to listen.

Yan GB Mulan who ends up getting help from you, Chien Po, Yao, and Ling. He dresses the four of you up in women’s clothing and traditional makeup as disguises. He paused when he saw you. You looked so beautiful. Granted, you looked amazing in anything you wore. The love sick gaze he held was short-lived. Yao had punched his arm to get his attention back to the task at hand. The five of you set out, and succeeded to get inside the castle. The General had joined in too. Ping, you, and the other three men had fought off the hun soldiers, allowing the General to go after the emperor. Once all the huns were knocked out, you five ran down the hall to where the emperor had been taken. Ping distracted Shan Yu so Chien Po could take the emperor away.

Yan GB Mulan who is urged to cut the rope to prevent Shan Yu to follow after the emperor. He also pulls you away to keep you safe. You were not going to be one of Shan Yu’s victims. Not when you’ve gotten this far. While he has you against his chest, Ping shows Shan Yu who he really is. Or, well, who Shan Yu thinks he is. When Shan Yu became violent, you were quick to react. You pulled Ping behind you as you started to run. As you run, you tell Mushu and Cri-Kee to go to the fireworks. As they rush off, you and Ping end up on the roof. When the dragon gives you the signal, you have Ping duck. Mushu had the fireworks aimed at Shan Yu. Ping took the commotion as a distraction. He grabbed you once more to pull you off the roof. He uses himself to cushion your landing. It was finally over. Ping had saved China.

Yan GB Mulan who was awarded with the sword, the jian, for his honor. He had also been titled an honorary prince. He was truly recognized as a man. A man with true honor. As even more recognition from the emperor, Ping was also given a medallion with a dragon carved on it. He couldn't help the tight hug that followed. The both of you cried in so much joy as you held onto each other. He was finally able to go home. And he had gained the confidence to face his father.

Yan GB Mulan who brings his father the medallion that resembled his honor. Ping presented the jian to his father as well. He took this chance to finally explain to his father who he truly was. What he was. Ping was appalled that his father's response was to hug him. He embraced it. Ping wanted to cry. When he felt you hugging him from behind, the dam broke. He was so happy. Ping was finally home. He was finally him.

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rainynightmoonlight · 7 months ago

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💝!. Whoreship me .!💝

...Where Diavolo sits you on his throne and makes your mind numb

Who?: Dom Diavolo

Type?: FTM male

Cw?: Smut, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, size kink, fingers in mouth, power dynamic, dumbification

A/n?: My first smut whaaaat??

MDNI | 18+ ONLY

𖤐︶𐕣︶︶𖤐︶𐕣︶︶𖤐︶𐕣︶︶୨👑୧︶𐕣︶︶𖤐︶︶𐕣︶𖤐︶︶𐕣︶𖤐

You always caught the demon prince’s attention. You just looked so… beautiful. He didn’t understand it. No one could make him understand it. Not even his most trusted butler. He needed you bad. Diavolo needed your touch. Your words to be his. He craved it. Diavolo couldn’t focus on anything. Images of you slipping into his mind.

When he saw you so focused in class, Diavolo couldn’t keep the image of stealing you away to make out in the halls down. When he’d see you chatting with a demon, one that wasn’t the demon brothers, there was this pit of envy in his stomach. You had to be his. Diavolo couldn’t see it any other way. He invited you over to his castle. The pretenses? Helping you study! You were just a helpless human. At least, that’s how Diavolo saw you. How eager your text message was when you agreed. All the cute emotes you used. If only you could see how cute you were. Diavolo planned everything. He made sure Barbatos had the throne room empty. That no guests were to interrupt him. The prince was having a very important meeting after all. And when you arrived, Diavolo had only the best to be made. After a few snacks and a cup of whatever drink you preferred, Diavolo lead you to his throne.

What better place than to take you on the very seat the prince uses?

Diavolo’s cheeks were flushed. The bulge in his pants didn’t help him much. He’s pretty sure you noticed it too. Demons were pretty packing. And their ruler? The biggest. But he didn’t feel like torturing you today. No. This was all to be about you. Making sure you were well taken care of and only felt the greatest of highs.

That’s all Diavolo wanted really.

“I have something to give you, Y/n.”

You look at Diavolo all so innocently. He knows you’re hardly such. But the fact you’re human… You’re far more innocent compared to the demons you’re surrounded by. He knows you're curious by what he meant. Diavolo could tell you wanted to talk. To respond.

He didn’t give you the chance. Diavolo’s hands felt gigantic against your waist. His steps felt louder. They were more deliberate. He sat you down in his throne. Your e/c eyes teamed with curiosity. Diavolo’s eyes, however, were flooded with desire. Need.

The moment you opened your mouth, probably to say something that didn’t need to be said, Diavolo shoved his fingers in. Your gasp was so delicious. You were so cute. And your warm mouth felt good. He made sure to give you time. He’d rather you take forever to get used to him than he rush things and ruins everything for you. “I’m sorry. I must have caught you off guard. I just need you, Y/n. Nod if you wish me to can continue.”

You hesitated. Diavolo treated you so sweetly before. This raw need was so new. It gave your mind whiplash. His fingers felt so heavy on your tongue. And exceptionally large. Even without Diavolo moving his fingers, it felt like you were suffocating.

You struggled to breathe through your nose. Diavolo felt it against his wrist. He knew what you were waiting for. And he let you wait. Diavolo was always a patient demon. More so when it came to you.

Before long, you nodded your head slowly. You were ready to take what Diavolo was willing to give. To flourish your response, you started to lick his fingers. It made the demon before you shutter. It eased his mind. It made Diavolo more sure that you were willing. That you wanted him.

Diavolo’s eyes darken even further. It matched the darkness outside. He started finger fucking your mouth. The sounds, oh so obscene. They were delicious. He started out slow. His knuckles grazed against your teeth. You could catch him shuddering every time. And when you started to suck? His cheeks flushed.

“Good boy. Such a good boy.”

His words felt more drawn out. The praise made you sit up straighter. You wanted to be his good boy. You desperately needed his approval. It felt special coming from him. Diavolo’s words did mean something. He was royalty, after all. And now? You were all he could crave! It was so clear to you. The way he handled you with care.

Your chest heaved as you continued to suckle on Diavolo’s fingers. You didn’t care if you felt like choking, or if your lips were sore. All you could care about was how it made you feel.

It didn’t take long for you to start whimpering. They were muffled, of course, but Diavolo could hear them. Spit spilled out of the corner of your lips, and your voice gurgled. You needed Diavolo to go faster. You could only handle this slow pace for so long.

Your s/c thighs quivered against the throne. The material provided a much-needed cooling to your burning skin. A noticeable spot was starting to form in your clothing. One that spoke more than your voice. Diavolo caught the scent. It took everything in him to keep calm.

Your body felt like it was on fire. Rubbing your thighs could only help so much. More whimpers, louder than before, came from your throat. You tried to escape Diavolo’s fingers, but he had them hooked in your sweet wet cavern.

“Ah ah.”

Diavolo tutted. He lowered his head. Closer to your ear. His lips pressed against your neck. So loving. The contrast from his fingers was so notable. Diavolo could feel how warm your skin became.

“Where did my good boy go?”

Your pussy gushed even more in your underwear. The way he called you a good boy. His good boy. It was so euphoric. Diavolo didn’t miss the way your eyes shined when he called you good boy.

Diavolo kissed your neck more. They became more rough, and quickly turned into bites. Hickeys formed even faster.

You tried to sit still and take it. You really tried. But how could you when royalty is practically slutting you out? And so gently?!

“Diavowo! Pweaase!” You tried to talk, but it was so hard with fingers shoved down your throat. Diavolo was kind, though. His fingers slid out of your mouth slowly. Tantalizingly slow. His fingers were coated in your saliva. The connection from his tan fingertips to your l/c lips was very lewd. And the hickeys on your s/c neck? It was just the frosting on the sexy cake.

Your breaths were shallow. You tried to regain your composer. Before you could, Diavolo was on his knees. You yelped loudly as you felt his large hands on your thighs. You squirmed beneath him as he squeezed. Your spit covered lips pursed together. You couldn’t take this torture.

“Diavolo! Come on… Don’t wanna be teased…”

“What is it you want then?”

That question felt like bait. What was it that you wanted? He should know! Diavolo spent all this time getting you riled up, he should know what you wanted. But he wanted to hear you say it. He wanted to hear you say what was on his mind.

“I-I want… No… I need you to fuck me! I need your touch! My pussy needs your touch! Please Diavolo!”

Your begging was so cute. It satiated Diavolo enough. He wasn’t going to make you wait any longer. His hands stopped kneading your thighs, and creeped up to the waistband of your bottoms. Goosebumps raised on your skin. Your back arched off the throne. You practically shoved your clothed pussy into Diavolo’s waiting mouth. It didn’t take much of his strength to hold you down.

“Y/n… Sweetheart… Be still…”

His voice sounded deeper. Huskier. You were a whimpering mess. He was treating you so good. You nodded once more.

Diavolo slipped your bottoms off, then your panties. They hung on your ankles precariously. The sight of your bare cunt had Diavolo’s mouth watering. He couldn’t hold back.

Diavolo dove in to the slickness of your folds. His tongue felt so warm, and so long. You gasped loudly. You were sure the heavens could hear you. Hear your sins. Your hands fell onto Diavolo’s pretty red hair. He was your stability. Diavolo licked you up nicely. You tasted so good to him. He wanted to do this for hours.

You yelped when his tongue dove into your hole. Your bottoms and panties flew off somewhere into the room. You didn’t care where. You just needed your legs to wrap around Diavolo’s head.

“Aaaah! Diavolo! Mmmm~! Feels so goood!”

Your mind slowly melted out of your ears. Pleasure was all you could focus on. Diavolo flattened his tongue in response. When it caught your clit, you screamed. You’ve never felt so good before. You were twitching in Diavolo’s mouth so desperately. You needed release.

The moment Diavolo’s commanding golden eyes caught your e/c ones, you came. All over his tongue. It was embarrassing. You tried to squirm away from him. “Not done yet..”

Diavolo nearly growled. He was still hungry. Hungry for you.

He pushed your hips down. His hands nearly swallowed your waist. Diavolo continued to eat you out. He sucked on your clit, and swallowed all your cum. Still, the demon wasn’t satisfied. Moans and screams filled the throne room. Round after round, it was nonstop.

Diavolo kept going for hours. He left you a breathless, mind numb mess. You were spasming underneath him. Your legs were hung on his shoulders. Your eyes half lidded and tired. Your hands fell off his head and onto the armrest of the throne.

You were so pretty to him. Even if you were mindless right now. Diavolo didn’t have any need to hold you down anymore. You stopped wiggling. Your only movement would happen when you would climax. There was a puddle beneath you.

You looked so pathetic and yet, Diavolo loved it. When he pulled away, his chin was coated in your slick and cum. It dripped down his neck and soaked his shirt. He wasn’t done though.

“Can you keep going a little longer for me pretty boy? Please?” You slowly hung your head down low. Your shirt was bunched up and soaked in sweat. All you could manage was a pathetic whine.

Diavolo took that as a yes. He brought one of his large hands up to your pussy. It was puffy and swollen from the abuse. It was still all so cute to Diavolo.

He brought his thumb to your clit gently. He pressed down on it and the squeal you let out made him feel so satisfied. You still had the energy in you. Good.

Diavolo slowly inserted one finger into your hole. The sound was so obscene. But so satisfying. You squeezing his finger made him moan. He kept his movement slow as he stretched you out. You threw your head back. Your voice was hoarse and dry.

When Diavolo added another finger, you felt it. You felt like you were being split in half, it was only his fingers. The image of his dick made the touch much better. Diavolo was watching your reactions the whole time. He committed every single one to memory so when he took you, he would know what made you feel good.

The moment he added a third finger, you spasmed. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you started thrashing. You came for the nth time and collapsed on the throne. You couldn’t take anymore. Thus, you passed out.

Diavolo was slightly disappointed that he couldn’t finger you longer, but you came first. He stood up and picked you up out of his throne. He carried you to his room where you spent the night with him.

Little did you know, Barbatos listened in and could hardly wait for his turn with you. In the meantime, Barbatos cleaned up the puddle on the throne and made sure your bottoms and underwear were fresh and clean when you awoke.

The whole night was spent with you passed out in Diavolo’s arms in his large warm bed. 𖤐︶𐕣︶︶𖤐︶𐕣︶︶𖤐︶𐕣︶︶୨👑୧︶𐕣︶︶𖤐︶︶𐕣︶𖤐︶︶𐕣︶𖤐

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