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sinfulauthorwrites · 11 months ago

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It’s Best to Keep Me Pleased - A Vaati x F!Reader Fic

You find yourself locked in an unfamiliar castle, unsure who took you there. That is until your captor asserts himself as your new husband.

The idea of Vaati raping one of the maidens he captures during the events of FS/FSA was suggested by @dumpster-lizard, and I was excited to fill the prompt! I also got some additional help (and fun commentary) from another friend of mine and Liz's, so many thanks to her as well! The title comes from the song “Don’t Mess With Me” by Temposhark, too!

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Vaati x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Applicable Tags: Rape/Non-Con, Vaati Reborn, Kidnapping, Castles, Reader is a Hylian, Forced Marriage, Magic, Spells & Enchantments, Curses, Pet Names, Flashbacks, Mentions of Myth & Folklore, Teasing, Emotional Manipulation, Death Threats, Physical & Verbal Abuse, Asphyxiation, Wedding Rings, Medieval Wedding Vows, Polygamy, Harems, Crying, Teleportation, Implied/Referenced Mind Control, Non-Consensual Voyeurism & Exhibitionism, Tentacles, Loss of Virginity, Painful Sex, Orgasm, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

You awake from your slumber to a migraine pulsing through your head. You screw your eyes shut and clench the sides of your head, trying to ease the agony as it slowly begins to fade away. As the pain dissipates, you slowly open your eyes and take in your surroundings. You find yourself in a lavish four-poster bed draped in swathes of purple and gold brocade fabric, the walnut wood canopy carved into intricate patterns depicting various monsters native to your homeland of Hyrule. This… this isn’t my beautiful bed! You panic, unsure of where and when you are. You race off the bed and scurry around the room, looking for a way out. There’s no door in sight, and the ornately decorated metal grates where windows would typically lie give you little view of the world outside.

You feel hopeless, ready to fall to your knees and sob. Just as you lose the power to hold your weight, the roar of two clashing fronts of wind fills the room, and black matter swirls around itself in front of you, warping into the form of some… creature. What stands in front of you is no man, looming above you with gilded horns and claws, its pale skin and blood-red eyes contrasting with the embellished dark purple robes. You scream and dart behind the bed from the demon. It tuts at you, coming around the bedpost almost as if it floated instead of walking. “And here I was trying to welcome you to the waking world. You slumbered for five days, believe it or not. Is that any way to greet your new husband?”

The monster reaches for your hand, causing you to recoil in disgust. “I will have no demon be my spouse!” You cry out, all the alarms in your head blaring to run, run, run, find a way out.

The towering creature chuckles. “It’s not like you have a choice, my pet. I am your husband and master now, your dearest Vaati.”

Vaati… Vaati… The name sounds oddly familiar until the memory hits you like a ton of bricks. You were back in your home village, and the town gossip between women at the laundry basins was the sudden disappearance of young women from villages across Hyrule.

“I heard it was called something like Vaalni, capturing maidens in the middle of the night!”

“With wings like a Keese and as furry as a Wolfos!”

“And with all the storms lately, maybe it’s got something to do with that!”

“I’ve heard it go by Vaati and that it’s a master of disguise!”

The rumors caused you to roll your eyes. Nothing but old wives' tales spread to stir up the village. The history of Hyrule was long and storied, and it was inevitable that, in one way or another, some small portion of history would be made into a grand fairy tale. “Just quit it already. There’s nothing to be worried about,” you had muttered under your breath, returning to the safety of your cottage.

That night, you stirred in your bed. You couldn’t stay asleep for longer than an hour, and you instead opted to sit under your favorite tree to see if fresh air and a change of scenery would do the trick. As you settled in, staring at the waxing moon above, the women's words echoed in your head. You dismissed them, trying to clear your mind of all thoughts so you could relax. But something was off. As you closed your eyes, you heard foliage rustling in the distance. You paid it no mind, but the wind soon became a speeding gale. As you stood up to rush back inside, you could feel something on the back of your neck. Watching. Waiting. As you whipped around to see what it was, you were greeted with horrors beyond your comprehension. A shadowy behemoth with wings and fur precisely as the older women described. Its clawed appendage reached for you, and you screamed in terror as you fainted.

That was the last thing you could remember before finding yourself locked in this room. “I-it’s you! You’re the one who captured me!” You shake in fear, accusingly pointing your finger at your captor.

“What a clever one you are,” Vaati teases. “Though, I feel like I did you a service. Taking you from that quaint, boring village and instead offering a life of luxury.” He motions to the room around you, intricately decorated with golden candelabras, carved wooden furniture with miniature engravings, and a floor-to-ceiling mirror that puts the modest one in your own home to shame. “I offer you a life among the clouds, but if you refuse, I won’t hesitate to… dispose of you.” Vaati picks you up by the collar of your modest, linen chemise, lifting you to view through the windows. The height gives you a better view, and you witness the horrors below.

Among the clouds was not hyperbole, as the infinite blue of the sky and clouds as light as cotton rest just below the castle's tower. You had heard of the Palace of Winds in an ages-old history book but presumed it to be a myth. But here you are, held captive in one of its many rooms. You could feel your chest tighten, and your feet dangling above the floor gives you the sensation of your inevitable doom if you choose your words poorly.

“L-let me go!” You cry, desperate to feel the stone floor under your soles again.

“Let me go, what,” Vaati hisses.

“Please! Please let me go!” Vaati frees you from his grasp, making no effort to cushion you as you hit the ground with a thud. The wind was kicked out of you, and you cough and wheeze as you struggled to calm your breathing.

Vaati towers over you still, his eyes boring into you. “I suppose now is as good a time as ever to make our marriage official,” he sneers, whisking you into his arms. You open your mouth to object, but the air that had finally returned to you is sucked out with a motion of Vaati’s hands. “Ah, ah, ah, I get to do the talking.” Vaati clears his throat, his eyes glowing red, and a third, piercing eye along his torso opens up and shines like the two upon his face. His voice reverberates through the room, the sound of wind whipping around you. “This mæden dost belong to thee! This mæden dost belong to thee! This mæden dost belong to thee!”

A flash of red light emerges from his eyes, blinding you momentarily. Once it subsides, your breath returns again, and you find a ring on your right finger. It’s golden, just like Vaati’s horns and claws, with a ruby as red as blood in the center. The gold arched to meet the gem in the middle, almost like a crown. You immediately try to pull it off, but to no avail. Vaati laughs manically at your feeble attempt. “Don’t bother trying, my pet. It’s charmed never to leave your hand, no matter how hard you pull or twist.” Vaati leans in close, whispering in your ear. “I think it’s about time we make our marriage… official.”

“No, please!” You scream as he tosses you onto the bed, his form prowling over you. You desperately try to crawl away, but his elongated arms pull you back under his body.

“There’s no escaping, my darling. It’s much easier if you give in.” Vaati rips your chemise off of you into shreds, exposing your bare body to him. You begin to sob, nothing to protect you from the monster preying on you. He takes one of his claws and gingerly caresses your cheek with it, almost as if he took pity on you. “Don’t cry, my pet. Your woes are arbitrary. Find more contentment in your marital bliss, would you?” He puts his hand around your throat, not enough force to choke you, but enough to threaten. “I won’t hesitate to shut. You. Up.” You choke back your tears, not wanting any further harm to occur. “Good.” Vaati removes his hand from your neck, opting to trace down the curvature of your body. “I feel like something is missing, however.”

With a snap of his fingers, a group of maidens is summoned into the room in the same manner he entered, and each is decorated in dark purple chemises that are much more revealing than yours, with red and gold stays that match the ring you’re cursed with. The maidens fawn over Vaati as if they were under his control. “Rejoice in your newfound sisterhood!” The maidens direct their attention to you, watching you like owls and breathing heavily as Vaati caresses your body more. “I find it much more alluring if we have an audience, my sweet.”

Dark, indigo-colored tentacles shrouded in dark energy emerge from the void in his robes, gripping your ankles and wrists to firmly hold them in place. You weakly try to shake them off to no avail, as your strength is no match for Vaati’s. Vaati chuckles darkly, his hold only tightening. “There’s no use fighting. You are mine to take.” Another long tentacle emerges from below the eye on his torso, thicker than the others and coated in fluid. It worms its way into your sex, slowly at first, as it stretches out out. You yowl in pain, the appendage deflowering you. Vaati could tell by how your canal tightened around him, delight appearing on his face.

“Oh? It seems my luck has finally arrived! As much as I adore your fellow wives,” Vaati pulls you by your hair, staring at you through the mirror before you. “You’re the first one who’s still chaste.” You try to wrestle your head out of his grasp and away from the mirror, but his claws are firm. “I want you to watch me take it from you, petal,” he punctuates it with a thrust. “By petal.” Another thrust.

You watch tears stream down your face, each thrust of Vaati’s appendage sending another course of pain through your fragile womb. Vaati growls as he thrusts harder, bending over you and placing his other claw around your neck. “I need you to take every last inch of me. To consummate as we become one.” You cry harder as he thrusts into you at a breakneck pace, with your virginity stolen from you more by the second. Against your wishes, you feel a heat boil up at the bottom of your stomach, and your core tightens more and more, like a coil wound up. Your body betrays your mind, and you pray to the Goddesses one last time for a release from this mortal plane before all is lost.

Your prayers are met with silence, and you let out a long, languid cry as you reach your treacherous climax. Vaati’s grip on you tightens, and he throws his head back and yells as he fills you to the brim with his seed. As the ropes inside of you slow, he lies down on the grand bed and pulls you closer to him, caressing your cheek with an eerie softness. “Rest, my bride. There will be more for us to enjoy tomorrow.” The other maidens gather around you and caress you and their communal husband, welcoming you into their clan. With a wave from Vaati, the candles in the room go out, and you softly cry yourself to sleep.

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