A Blade and an Arrow

Believe Me, I Am As A Mess

n. this is porn.

also what is up with my titles lately.

this is straight up porn. like there's no plot to it unless you could call muqing being too obsessive a "plot". it's just porn i promise you. i wanted to write porn now im writing porn and now you'll be reading porn. we're even.

anw, a bit of ooc mq? or entirely ooc? they're both a bit ooc here i think and are we even surprised at this point, it's literally me who's writing it. poor, submissive bottom fx and top, obsessive, possessive, sadistic (? kind of) mq.

also!

✨mind break✨

did i mention obsessive mq? mq is toxic here btw.

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"What do you do with the things I own?"

"I-I-"

"Answer me."

"P-protect it! I-I t-take care-nngghh of it!"

"And what did you do with yourself?"

Feng Xin didn't respond. It's not like he couldn't. Mu Qing had made sure he still could after the upteenth round they're in. He just chose not to and the silverette narrows his eyes. "What did you do with yourself?" He repeats, low and deep and drives his cock deeper into the other to force a reply. The reaction of a blown out scream pierces through the air before it turns into sobs.

"I-I p-put m-my-myself-" Feng Xin mewls, clawing at the sheets for purchase. The oversensitivity being too much it became painful. "In - in h-haaah-rms way-" He stutters, choking at his own saliva as Mu Qing bends over to touch his skin. The action causing his cock to move and that was the only thing that made Feng Xin sob pathetically.

Pale fingers trace over the new scar that was left on his chest. Where he had made sure Feng Xin healed enough it was as though it was a century years old of a scar and not hours. He scowls, remembering how worried and frightened he was at seeing his beloved bleeding and limping toward him, barely able to hold himself up with a bloody bow and unstable steps.

He doesn't like Feng Xin being harmed. He doesn't like him being hurt. He doesn't understand why Feng Xin needed to go to missions. He has enough subordinates to do that and if that wasn't enough, Mu Qing has his own. They're more than capable enough to handle ghosts, Feng Xin doesn't have to. He doesn't have to descend to be hurt. He can just stay in heaven where he belongs and where Mu Qing can pamper him to no end.

Mu Qing can provide for them both, Feng Xin doesn't have to.

"And what do I do with those that harms those that I own?" Mu Qing grabs the other by his hip, tugging him closer and Feng Xin was too used and putty to even try and move against it. There were tears falling from his eyes, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and the white stuff accompanied with it Mu Qing guesses as his own cum. "Tell me, XinXin? Tell me."

"Y-you...you-" Feng Xin averts his teary gaze, and Mu Qing finds he doesn't like that so he grips his jaw and turns his face back to hime. "P-punish them." Came a soft response, sobs getting harder and louder and Mu Qing smiles, gently cupping his cheek.