#chamber x male reader

[wisteriaiswriting]

I just finished skimming through your account and god I love them. May I ask Valorant men (Yoru, Chamber, Gekko and Iso) with male reader. Bravely holding the reader's hand in public even though they'll get strange and nasty looks.

Thank youu 🩵💛💚💜

𝔹𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖

Words: 320

He’s actually secretly insecure when other people, mainly strangers look.

Not that he’ll ever show it or let anyone know.

But eventually down the line he’ll let you in on these feelings.

When ever he does anything with you, he can ignore the stares, most of the time.

If you want to hold his hands go for it.

He does hold yours almost painfully, but he has just enough restraint not to hurt you.

Just be sure to keep his attention on you, otherwise the day will be cut short one of two ways.

He’ll either go off at someone for staring.

Or just leave and be in a sour mood for the rest of the day.

He’s more worried about you rather than the stares.

As your safety is a higher priority.

He does have plenty of enemies.

So he’d rather stay indoors for any type of date.

But if you want to go out he won’t complain, at least to you.

Won’t reveal his feelings on everyones stares.

He tries to hold your hand softly, but in the end he just feels tense.

This guy doesn’t really mind the stares at the start.

But when it’s everyone or it's been a while, it slowly gets to him.

So he’d rather stay right next to you.

Won’t let go of your hand unless it’s an emergency.

He won’t even let you step away without him following.

And his buddies don’t make it any easier for you.

Before you he wasn’t one for any type of pda with anyone.

So when people start staring he’ll try to hide.

But ever since he left ‘Hourglass’ he’s become a lot braver.

Now he shows you plenty more affection than before.

He makes sure to keep you close by.

In not a painful grip, but it’s tight enough to not forget he’s there.

He just doesn’t want you to step away from him.

[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: chamber x male reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: hot french man comes to visit you (real)

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 339 ~ established relationship

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: another fic inspired by this art

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You can hear, behind you, the click of your door once, then once more as it closes. A mystery to most... but you already know who it is visiting you at this hour, so you continue your work.

"What are you doing, mon cheri?"

It was a simple question from the seemingly innocent love of your life, except Chamber was definitely not innocent at all, in more ways than one; but you ignore any possible underlying plans and answer him truthfully.

"Working on a new idea."

"Hmm," Chamber hums, ever so interested, "is that so?"

"What are you doing?"

He sits himself down on your wide bench right next to you, wasting no time in cozying up. He rests his chest against your arm, grasps your shoulder in his hands, pretty much hugging it, and lays his head on his fingers. "Oh, you know..."

"Do I?"

"Of course."

You spare him a glance. His eyes are half-lidded in focus, but you can still see the light brown eyes they partially obscure, past their golden rim. You know that what he's focusing on is not your work.

"Wandering?" You propose.

"No, I had great purpose."

"Then..." You begin the suggestion slowly, as if you didn't know it was true. "seeking me out?"

"I'm not denying it."

You put down your tools, and you can tell, by the way he shifts his body, that he's excited. "Shall I take that as a yes?"

"Take it however you want it." His gaze lifts, now that you're looking at him, to your eyes.

You turn to him fully, which unfortunately forces him to move back a little, but it won't be long until you're pressed against him again.

"You're going to kill me one of these days."

And he appears delighted at that, daring to laugh. Before he can remark with his annoying smugness, you shut him up with a kiss and you will continue to kiss him until he forgets what you've said.

Or else one day he'll use it against you.

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ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ending line is supposed to be positive not negative.

[aftmostreaper]

Fiancé Chapter 5

uhhhhhhhhh helo

head towards the source. Catching sight of sharp, emerald-green eyes 

“I'm so fucked”

With my head throbbing through hell and back, I tried to muster up the courage to speak; “Heyyyy, Fancy meeting you here Doc, did I ever say that you look GREAT in green and black? They Really compliment your eyes'' 

Looking back up at her unamused gaze, I continued “And did you get kidnapped too?” I was met with an annoyed sigh, and her pinching the bridge of her nose, she replied; 

“No, L/N, I Did not get kidnapped and-”

“Does that mean that you are the one that kidnapped us?! Did the higher-ups hire you? I swear with my life that I said nothing about the operations when I resigned... I signed a Fucking contract and all! And I- HEY”

I looked down at the water bottle and looked up at her. Annoyance boiling up to my head.

“Now, shut up, and let me explain what happened”

Taking a sip from the water bottle, i lied back down and closed my eyes

“Basically, your boyfriend came here in the dead of night, carrying your unconscious ass and collapsing on the front door. Sage saw you and, well, here we are, in the med bay”

She let out a tired sigh, “Rest for now, I’ll ask more questions when your mind has cleared out”

“Yes doc”

Time passed by slowly as I stared out into the blank wall, occasionally taking a glance at Vincent before looking back at nothing. 

I look around me again, the room was plain but had the necessities, ‘this is a med bay alright’

I tried standing up, but it felt like my body was made out of stone, like i just went through a rigorous workout routine. Sighing, I turned to Vincent again, his calm breathing and features filling my heart with reassurance.

I tried reaching out to him, but when my hand grazed his, I felt a sudden jolt and his face quickly switched to one of discomfort. Quickly retracting my hand, i look towards it

And that was when I noticed the crack-like black veins trailing my arm.

Panic and curiosity quickly set in as I jogged my mind for any reason. Closing my eyes, I tried to recall the night before.

[hopelessrromantix]

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[zeilaaan]

Chamber would put his cock inside of you as he watches some fancy show on Netflix. You'd just sit down on his lap, and he'll let his cock warm up inside of you, not giving a single fuck whatsoever, and would not let your moans or whimpers distract him.

[mr-bas00nist]

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[rekas-writes]

Sweet Dreams

Pair: Chamber/ M! Implied Agent! Reader Game: Valorant

Type: Drabble - 519 words Genre: Fluff Perspective: Third-Person (He/Him)

TW: None

A/N: Woooo! We're on a roll! I'll have another req done and dusted soon! For now, here's another piece I converted into an reader-insert! Again, apologies for the short length!

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡�� ࣪ ִֶָ☾.ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

In the solace of night, it is still. Near-silent, bar the sounds of quiet nightlife scuttling in the nearby greenery. The sheets had long been mildly stolen after being kicked up in a flurry of movements- all in the effort of getting cosy in bed.

Though the conditions were perfect, Chamber couldn’t help the slight insomnia as he wakes in the middle of the night once more. After being on duty, out in the battlefield, for so long, he can't help the tendency to wake up and make sure his surroundings were safe. That his team wasn't being ambushed. Annoyed, he sighs, eyes slightly blurry with sleep (and the lack of glasses)- before he turns over to face his boyfriend again. Whatever it was his racing thoughts were on about, they immediately silence as he gazes over at a peaceful face, finger brushing against a lock of stray hair. Vincent tucks it back into the rest of his boyfriend’s bangs, but there’s no doubt by the morning that all his effort would be in vain. Still, he enjoys the pretty view.

His lover's face is framed by messy bedhead, his eyes shut peacefully as he snoozes almost perfectly in sync with his own, slightly agitated breath. The weary sentinel snuggles a bit closer to the warmth his boyfriend emanates, causing the man to twitch and pause before crawling back into Vincent's arms on what seemed to be autopilot. He’s sleepily murmuring some kind of nonsense, something from his dream undoubtedly, before grabbing softly at Vincent's night shirt as he plants his forehead against his chest.

Chamber's small smile grows with mirth, heart stuttering and squeezing from how cute that was. Even in his sleep he still sought him out; now that made him feel proud. He could see his love's chest rise and fall in time with his rapidly settling breaths as he quickly falls back into his snoozing rhythm- as though he hadn't moved at all. It’s therapeutic almost, as he feels the stress of being alert melt by just holding his boyfriend in his arms- watching as he breathed in and out calmly.

No danger. No fighting. No dying.

Just them living peacefully, mundanely. Those thoughts repeat, assuring himself that all was well. It was working, judging by how the agent could feel sleep tug at his already half-lidded eyes once more as he watched his other half doze- his breathing mimicking his as he slowly settled down himself.

He brings his boyfriend closer, his hug steady and firm despite his sleepiness as he looks away from his adorable sleeping face to plant a kiss to the crown of his head. There's a slight, soft laugh that follows, somehow reactive even in his deep slumber. Vincent snorts a little at that, before resting and tucking his head on top of his lover's- almost like he wants to curl around him, to protect him from everything bad in the world. The comfort of physically holding each-other, of being away from base, of knowing his beloved is alive and breathing soundly.

That was enough for more sweet dreams to finally trickle back in.

[aaabsinthe]

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Key

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Fluff: =

Smut (18+): *

Breach

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Chamber

Cypher

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Sova

Yoru

[jayurgirl]

Shifting Shadows

Characters: Chamber, Omen, Kay/o, M/reader

Warning: Before you read this sorry if there's a lot of grammatical errors. Probably gonna regret posting this🤧

The sun cast a warm glow upon the serene park, where laughter and the rustling of leaves filled the air. Among the bustling crowd, three agents, Chamber, Omen, and Kay/O, found themselves enjoying a rare moment of respite. Little did they know, fate had something extraordinary in store for them.

In a secluded corner of the park, hidden among the trees, a chase unfolded. Y/n, gifted with the ability to shapeshift into a cat, darted through the underbrush, desperately trying to outrun their pursuers. But a misstep led to a painful injury, hindering their escape. In their moment of distress, they instinctively sought refuge behind a trio of strangers.

Chamber, known for his stoic demeanor, was the first to notice the injured cat. His keen eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of danger. With a silent nod, he motioned for his comrades to remain alert, their hands ready on their weapons.

Omen, shrouded in an aura of mystery, tilted his head as he noticed the injured feline. His ethereal mist seemed to whisper secrets to him, revealing a peculiar connection to the creature before him. He approached cautiously, his curiosity piqued by the enigmatic presence the cat exuded.

Kay/O, a robotic sentinel brimming with unwavering loyalty, detected the reader's presence through his advanced sensors. He analyzed the situation, his circuits processing the urgency of their condition. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, shielding the reader from any potential threats.

As they surveyed the scene, their eyes were drawn to the your face, now transformed into your natural form—a beautiful boy with delicate features. The trio stood in awe, captivated by their elegance, as if they had stumbled upon a rare work of art. Their astonishment slowly transformed into protectiveness, a newfound desire to keep this ethereal being safe from harm.

Chamber's stern expression softened, revealing a hint of compassion. Omen, his usual aloofness replaced with a gentle curiosity, extended a hand, the wisps of darkness swirling around his fingertips. And Kay/O, his metal frame warmed with empathy, emitted a soothing hum.

Y/n though startled by their sudden attention, sensed an unspoken bond forming. With their injuries tended to and the danger averted, they gazed into the eyes of their newfound protectors, recognizing the genuine concern that emanated from each of them. It was a moment of connection, one that surpassed the confines of their own abilities and existence.

From that day forward, you would find themselves woven into the tapestry of the Valorant agents' lives. A bond forged amidst chaos and chance encounters, a testament to the power of acceptance and the beauty that lies within each individual, regardless of their shape or form.

Do you guys want a part 2?

[jaxon-nathaniel-drake]

In search for book of series on wattpad, read half of it like year ago and then js left to try ao3, but it’s been bothering me a bit so I need to find it:

Dumbledore goes to America to bring a kid to learn at hogwarts,kids very smart and powerful. Turns out he is descendant of Merlin and people start to treat him with more respect and fear. He is romantically involved with hermione granger and hates Ron, he doesn’t have an eye because of something in third year lupin class.

Please help

[wisteriaiswriting]

Hiii can i ask some valorant voice lines about their s/o??? If its fine with you 😭😭(like gekko,chamber,yoru etc you can add more if you want)

𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕍𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

Y/N is on the team |

“Hey hey, Mi querida! You’ll keep an eye out for 'em, right Wings?”

Killing enemy Y/N |

“No harsh feelings, right?”

Y/N is topfragging |

“Didn’t even break a sweat, huh?”

Assisted by Y/N |

“Y/N! Really needed the help there.”

Y/N aces |

“Did y’all see that? Don't worry, I definitely did!”

Y/N is on the team |

“Bonjour ma chère, let's not talk too long, yes? As I’ve planned the perfect night!”

Y/N is topfragging |

“You’re doing so well my dear, how about your own gun? The price? For you, free of charge.”

There is a enemy Viper |

“Don’t worry dear, my eyes are only on you.”

He assists your kill |

“Mon amour, no need to thank me, but I won’t stop you~”

Y/N kills their topfragger |

“That was their best, but it has never stopped you.”

Y/N is on the team |

“They don’t stand a chance, let's show them.”

Y/N is bottomfragging |

“Leaving all the kills for me? Good choice.”

Y/N aces |

“Ha! They never had a chance against you.”

There’s an enemy Yoru |

“I won’t let him get anywhere near you."

Accidently blinds Y/N |

“I told you to look away, guess I need to handle this.”

[2kiran]

AAAAAA YOU WRITTE FOR VALORANT TOO!!!?!!?

OKAY OKAY, MAYBE LIKE, CHAMBER (or Yoru, idk) WITH A DOM MALE READER THAT WANTS TO TEACH THEM A LESSON ABOUT "RESPECT" BY FUCKING THEM SENSELESS!?!?

GRRR TY IF YOU DO

꒦⁺ JUSTE LÀ —— v i n c e n t “ c h a m b e r ” f a b r o n

18+ DOM M READER | SPANKING, ANAL SEX, BRIEF NIPPLE PLAY

“My plan wasn’t smart?” You repeat his earlier statement, scoffing as the words taste bitter on your tongue. Vincent was in your lap, bent over, and reddened ass exposed to you. “You wanna repeat that to me?” He immediately shook his head, a sobbing hiccup rising from his throat. “‘M sorry, mon amour. I didn’t mean—”

Your hand lifts from his ass before it comes back down, “No, no, no. Repeat yourself.”

His face was pink and sweaty, tears building on his waterline. A sharp gasp left his mouth at the impact. He shook his head, silently refusing. He rocked his hips to try to find relief, cock weeping from the lack of attention. “Fucking brat,” You sighed, tone of disappointment. “Do you ever listen to me?” Your free hand grabs his hair, watching his back arch. “I’m—” You land another smack, and another, and another, until tears freely streamed down his face and the look in his eyes were dazed. You yank him back to rest against your front. Kissing his cheek, you murmured apologies for the uncomfortable sting of pain.

“Shhh...” You quickly shush him, thumbs rubbing at his sides to calm him down. His cock twitches when he hears the clink of your belt. One of your hands unzipped your pants, pulling them down with your boxers. He raises his hips in permission, hole wet with your spit and lube. He begins to slide down on your cock, taking it inch by inch. His brows were furrowed in concentration, focusing on not cumming as you stretched his insides so well. “Please...” He whined, apologetically and filled with guilt.

“You just need me to teach you some manners, huh, baby?” He nods quickly in response. Your hand slides under his thigh, lifting it to give you room to move your hips. He wanted to cry harder, thinking that you’re pulling out, no longer wanting to — “Fuck!” He groaned, hole clenching as your thrust felt like you were sending a spark up his spine.

Vincent whimpered your name, his brain numbing by the second. You roll one of his nipples in between your fingers, pulling at it enough to have him sob weakly. “M–mon amour, ah, je suis désolé. S'il te plaît. Juste là— J'ai besoin de toi juste là.” he muttered under his breath, meeting your thrusts when you purposely miss his prostate. Hips trembling as he tries to keep up with your punishing pace. ( t. my love, i'm sorry. please. right there— need you right there.)

“Yeah? Here?” you grind inside of him, a whine slipping past his lips, “You gon’ respect my ideas this time, hmm?” he nods his head rapidly, “Y–yes, ‘m sorry. Didn’t mean to — nngh — insult you like that, mon cœur.” ( my heart ) you angle your hips, hitting that spot inside of him the way he desired. He let out a choked moan, a sudden tear falling. His features were contorted in pleasure, brows drew closer, and a few strands of his hair out-of-place.

If only the other agents knew how Vincent was so easy to break on your cock.

[adispit]

Hiyaaa can I ask for Ayato from Genshin with a kitsune reader who steals pieces of his clothing as a secret crush on him but one day Ayato catches them and punishes them.

A Punishment ?

Ayato x kitsune! bttm male reader

Content warnings: spanking, anal tongue fucking (receiving), overstimulation, rough sex, creampie , slight predator prey dynamic (if you squint), slight dubcon because reader wasn’t really into the spanking at the start

Note: This fic has been marinating in my inbox for 2 weeks so I hope you enjoy! Also I haven’t played Genshin in a year so this might be a tad bit ooc 😭. Enjoy!

You had always been someone in the background, shadowed and sheltered under the protection of your sister, Guuji Yaemiko. Few to none knew of your actual existence as centuries passed, except for the Raiden Shogun and the clans themselves. Her influence stretched far, wrapping around you like a protective veil.

The Shrine was your haven, but also your cage. Every decision, every move you made, was watched, controlled. It was always for your safety, she would say. The sister who would tease and always play you like a fiddle to her silly whims became firm and unmovable when it came to exploring beyond the Inazuman city. You had been sheltered from the harsh realities of the world, never given the freedom to truly explore it. Yet, that defiant streak within you had only grown stronger. You didn’t want protection. You wanted to live.

However, what your sister could not shield you from was unforeseen. A little crush you had harboured for the Yashiro Commissioner himself, Kamisato Ayato. A man who carried himself with grace and power — a man who like your sister, commanded respect wherever he went. The very man that made the Kamisato name arise from its ashes and make it the prestigious clan today. As much as you hated to admit it, you were nothing better than those maidens who chased after him relentlessly for marriage offers. It stung to think of yourself in that way, to admit that you were drawn to him with the same intensity that they were.

It wasn’t just his power or his elegance. It was the way he moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, the sharpness in his gaze that made you feel seen even when you wished to remain hidden. You were drawn to him with a fascination that bordered on obsession, an allure that you couldn’t shake off no matter how hard you tried. Due of your crush, you found yourself resorting to a silly yet strangely satisfying ritual—stealing Ayato’s clothes. It was an odd way to cope with the intense feelings you harbored for him, but it was the only outlet you could manage. Each stolen item, whether a glove, a ribbon, or a sash, became a cherished possession, a physical connection to him that you could hold onto.

Each piece of clothing was a wishful reminder of him—a way to keep a part of him close, even if you could never have him completely. You would fold his garments carefully, press them to your face, and imagine the moments he had worn them, his scent of sandalwood and rain with the lingering warmth, It was your own secret fantasy. It was harmless really. A secret way of indulging in the hopeless crush you’d harbored for the head of the Kamisato clan.

However, tonight, the air felt different—charged with something you couldn’t quite place. Strangely, there weren’t any guards present that were on patrol. The estate was quiet. A little too quiet.

Still, you pressed on.

The thought of what you were about to do made your fox ears twitch in excitement. Ayato’s chambers were silent as you nudged the door open, the dim light of a single candle casting long shadows over the room.

You crept inside, eyes scanning for something to take. His haori lay draped neatly over a chair, and without hesitation, you reached for it. The silk fabric slipped through your fingers, smooth and cool to the touch. Your breath caught in your throat as you brought it close, imagining, just for a moment, what it would feel like to be wrapped in it—surrounded by him. The thought made your cheeks warm, but you pushed it away, carefully folding the haori over your arm.

It was a ridiculous thought, you knew that.

You allowed yourself a small smile. Another successful heist, another piece of him to add to your collection. You moved toward the door, your escape clear and easy.

But as you turned, something stopped you.

A faint rustle. Barely a sound, but enough to make your ears twitch with alert. You froze, eyes darting toward the corner of the room. Nothing.

You waited, heart racing in your chest, every instinct telling you to bolt but curiosity kept you rooted in place. Slowly, you scanned the room again, your gaze lingering on the bed. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes landed on a figure sitting in the shadows.

Ayato.

He was leaning casually against the headboard of his bed, his body bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. His lavender eyes, sharp and calculating, met yours with a calm intensity. Those eyes were striking—like shards of amethyst, reflecting the light in a way that made them almost glow. They watched you with a calm amusement, though the glint in them suggested he was far more aware of the situation than you were.

Your heart raced as you took in his appearance. His long, pale blue hair was neatly tied back, save for a few loose strands that framed his angular face. The moonlight accentuated his porcelain skin, making him look almost ethereal, like something out of a dream. Yet there was nothing soft about the way he held himself—he stood with a quiet strength, the grace of a nobleman who knew his power.

“You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” His voice was smooth, almost melodic, but there was an edge to it. It sent a shiver down your spine.

You swallowed hard, clutching the haori tightly. Ayato’s tall, lean frame was still relaxed, but every movement he made was deliberate. His long fingers tapped rhythmically on the edge of the bed as he spoke, drawing attention to his hands—hands that could command armies or, in this case, one mischievous kitsune.

“I… I didn’t mean—”

Ayato’s lips curled into a faint smirk, revealing a glimpse of his sharp wit. “Didn’t mean to what?” He interrupted, stepping forward, the soft rustle of his clothing barely audible. “You seem to have a habit of taking things that don’t belong to you,” he murmured, his voice low, smooth, and far too calm.

“Lord Ayato,” You squeaked softly, ears flattening as you clutched the fabric in your hands. He approached, slowly, the air between you charged with something you couldn’t name. “What were you planning to do with this, hm?” He gestured toward the ribbon in your hand, his voice soft but laced with authority. “Stealing from me, Yae Miko’s brother no less… What would she say?”

You bristled at the mention of your sister, but there was no escape now. “I just wanted—”

“To see if I’d notice?” Ayato finished for you, his amusement deepening as he tilted his head slightly. His eyes never left yours as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. Up close, you could see the slight tension in his jaw, the quiet authority he carried in every word.

His hand reached out, brushing lightly against the fabric of the haori. “I noticed,” he whispered, his voice sending a thrill down your spine. His fingers grazed yours, cool to the touch yet searing with the unspoken threat of control.

Ayato’s smile was small but devastatingly confident. “But there’s a price to pay for stealing from the Yashiro Commissioner.”

Your heart raced as he stepped even closer, the close proximity making your tail swish back and forth with nervousness and anticipation. “And I think you know what that means.”

“Get on your knees,” he commanded, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. You hesitated for just a moment, but the look in his eyes—dark, intense, and utterly unyielding—was enough to make you comply. Your legs gave way almost instinctively as you dropped to your knees, your heart pounding in your chest. The rush of adrenaline coursing through you drowned out everything except the sound of your own breathing, loud and uneven in your ears.

He took another step, his movements so fluid that his bare feet made no sound on the hardwood floor, as though he was one with the shadows. You could feel the heat radiating from him even before he stood directly in front of you, the faint scent of sandalwood and rain lingering in the air—intoxicating and impossible to ignore.

A slow, deliberate smirk tugged at the corners of his lips—a smirk that sent a thrill of both fear and excitement rushing through your body. The expression was playful, yet there was something undeniably dangerous in it, like he was silently toying with you, fully aware of the power he held over you. Up close, you could see the cool, detached amusement in his eyes—like a predator toying with prey, knowing full well you were already caught in his web.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. You hesitated again, but the silent disapproving look in his eyes was enough to make you move. You stood up slowly, your hands trembling as you began to undress. Reluctantly, your robes slipped off, leaving you stark naked and cold, shivering in the cold night air. Truth to be told, you were a virgin, never having the chance to even have a sexual outlet besides from fingering yourself and masturbating on rare occasions when your sister wasn’t at the shrine. Even with your crush on Ayato, you were rather reluctant and admittedly, a tad bit fearful.

He watched you, his expression unreadable, but the fire in his piercing eyes made your skin tingle with anticipation. That calm, calculating gaze burned with something primal even though his face remained impassive. When you were done, he simply gestured for you to turn around. You hesitated briefly, but his silent command left no room for question.

Your heart pounded as you moved, his authoritative presence looming behind you. “Hands on the bed,” he demanded, his voice brushing dangerously close to your ear. The soft, commanding tone sent an involuntary shiver down your spine, making you feel small beneath him.

You obeyed, placing your palms flat against the cool surface of the futon. The fabric felt grounding under your trembling fingers. You could hear him moving, the quiet rustle of his robes as he adjusted himself, his body heat brushing ever closer. The air between you felt electric, charged with tension, until—

Without warning, the first blow landed hard across your ass. The sharp, stinging pain rippled through you like a wave. You gasped, your body jerking forward from the sudden impact, your tail instinctively going taut. The burning sensation lingered, intensifying with every passing second, until all you could do was grip the sheets, struggling to steady yourself against the onslaught.

“Ayato, I don’t think I want to — Ah!”

He wasn’t done.

The second blow came even harder, the sharp impact sending a jolt of pain through your body. This time, you couldn’t suppress the cry that escaped your lips, the force of it stealing the breath from your lungs. You bit down hard on your lip, the metallic taste of blood faint on your tongue as you fought back the tears threatening to spill over.

“Count,” he ordered, his voice dangerously calm. “And call me Sir. Stay still,” he added, the warning in his tone unmistakable, “Or this will be even worse.”

You could feel the power in his command, the unspoken promise that he wouldn’t tolerate disobedience.

“Two, Sir,” you whispered, your voice trembling, doing your best to remain still despite the lingering sting.

The next few blows came in quick succession, each one more painful than the last. Your ass was on fire, the pain mingling with the arousal that was building inside you. You could feel yourself getting hard, your body betraying you as it responded to the punishment. The next few blows came in quick succession, each one landing harder than the last. Your skin burned, a searing pain spreading across your ass with every strike, and it felt like your entire body was on fire.

Tears slipped down your cheeks, and no matter how hard you fought them back, they kept coming, blurring your vision. You mutely counted the blows between occasional cries of pain and ragged gasps for air. The room spun around you, the sensation too much, too fast.

Each smack to the ass only intensified your horror at your arousal and your arousal. You could feel your dick twitching and getting stiffer as the pain resonated throughout your body. Precum was beginning to pool beneath your cock as the electric sting that the pain brought felt even more pleasurable than the last.

“T-ten,” you whispered shakily, your hands gripping the sheets as you struggled to keep from collapsing under the pressure. Finally, he paused, giving you a moment of respite to catch your breath. Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath, the tension in your body slowly unwinding as the sting of the blows lingered. Your skin was still ablaze with the aftermath.

You could feel his hand resting lightly on your back, his fingers brushing against your skin in stark contrast to the harshness of his earlier actions. The touch was almost tender, a strange gentleness that sent a confusing wave of emotions through you.

Suddenly, with a swift motion, you found yourself turned around, now facing him. Despite the harsh punishment you had endured, you felt your heart race and then falter as the close proximity of Ayato became overwhelming. Your traitorous tail, betraying your true feelings, swished involuntarily with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

However that did not distract him from the hard on you sported, much to your embarrassment. His slender hand crept down your body and dwarfed your cock. He rhythmically rubbed your length, making you shudder and feel the sparks and the familiar hum of pleasure beginning to ignite.

“Yes,” you gasped as Ayato purposefully tightened his grip around your sensitive tip, never stopping his pace, “Oh—fuck—” as that mischievous hand closed around you, there was a playful air about Ayato as he let out a soft melodic laugh while mumbling something under his breath and then shifting his grip.

The next slide up was a tight, demanding fist. You threw your head back.

“Does that feel good, (Name)?” There was an amused lilt in his voice that made you flush head to toe.

The rush of blood and desire to a point low in your stomach was overwhelming. The movement was growing slicker, better , so tempting to lean fully into. You had never been this turned on.

“I don’t know, ” you cried through a strangled whine, you felt Ayato’s laughter directly through your skin, and somehow that made him suddenly very close.

There was something so exciting and arousing about it the way the man you had dreamt about, the very Yashiro Commissioner, himself was helping pleasure you. The very thought had you moaning, once, and falling slack like a puppet with cut strings. 

You were gently pushed back onto your back against the soft surface of the futon with both your legs are hoisted up, hanging against Ayato’s shoulders. Your body folded in half as you saw his head buried in your thighs, goosebumps rising on your skin as your tail hairs brushed against his chin.

“Ayato?!” You struggled for the commissioner to release his grasp on your legs, but to no avail, as he tightened his grip to hold you still. You flushed red in embarrassment, the thought of Ayato seeing everything too much to bear. 

And then you felt something warm and slimy breach past the ring of muscles, causing you to yelp in surprise.

Holy fuck. Was Ayato actually doing what you thought he was? 

You shuddered as waves of pleasure traveled up to your core. Gritting your teeth to try and contain the shameful moans from escaping you, afraid to realise that this was all a dream, afraid that Ayato would be turned off by you.

“Hnnn…Ayato….” You groaned, eyes clenching shut and face wrinkled as you bit back on a pathetic whine. All of a sudden, you jolted.

Ayato’s tongue had prodded at something deep inside you that made you melt into a puddle of arousal and shame. You unconsciously gripped his head tight with your thighs, messing up his perfect tidied hair. He had found your prostrate. And then he stopped, a gossamer thread of saliva connecting his lips to your hole as he retreated.

You couldn’t help but notice the shy mole that hid beneath his spit shiny lips — he was absolutely ethereal even with his messy and tousled hair. An unnatural pink flush decorated his fair and porcelain face and you realised that he was aroused.

By you.

The thick tension hung in the air as he silently gazed at you, the hunger in his amethyst eyes almost engulfing you on the spot like he was a man gone wild.

Shadows danced on his face as he meticulously removed his robes, still carrying himself with the same grace and dignity as if the air wasn’t imbued with the electric undercurrent of arousal and the fact that he had just tongue fucked you. He stood above you, full mast and you felt your breath get stolen away from you.

Ayato had a picture perfect physique, lean, almost like a statue carved out and had come to life. Your eyes immediately dove down to his abdomen, to be greeted with his cock, hard, already pressing against your rim, twitching invitingly. Both hands gripping your waist as he positioned himself.

“We will not stop now, (Name). Your pleas and cries will be unheard. This is a punishment.” He stared at you with an unyielding gaze, one that you were ready to challenge. “This is the lesson you must learn, the price of your rebellion,” he concluded. “One I accept.” You let out a hoarse giggle. His eyes darkened almost simultaneously as what seemed like another amused smile tugged at his lips before he let his actions speak for himself.

He did not give any mercy. Ruthlessly driving into your hips with a force like he wanted to merge into you, you felt his girth stretch and force your walls to mould into its shape. “Huh...?” Your mind went blank with pleasure, and for a while you couldn’t comprehend what happened. Your insides clenched down hard on his cock as slaps of skin punctuated the silent night air.

“Ah! Ggh- Aah! W-wait! Ungh —!” You slurred inaudibly as you felt your body rock to his merciless pace, your cock dribbling endless pre-cum uncontrollably. He promised your pleas and cries would be unheard and he served his promise, not even a single word could leave your raw throat. Only guttural whines and moans would escape your bitten lips as you fell into the throes of pleasure.

Alas, decisions were made and you could not regret what you said. Here you were, getting your deserved punishment in the form of a ruthless fucking.

Everything was too hot, too sticky and hummed with the sound of distant sobs, you groggily thought. Oh. Those were from you. Your skin was sticky with the sheen of sweat and cum and the futon beneath you was drenched. You felt unusually full, like something sloshing in your tummy. Your hole felt sore. And he wasn’t done. But you would never admit defeat….was the last thought that echoed in your muddled mind as you gave into the embrace of sleep.

“(Name)? Learnt your lesson now? Oh. The silly thief has admitted defeat.” He pushed back his sweat soaked hair as he glanced upon your slumbering form. Letting out a grunt, he pulled out of your red, swollen hole as semen immediately began dripping out your gaping rim. Humming an exasperated sigh, a fond expression appeared on his face as his lavender eyes crinkled into crescents as he gently ruffled your hair.

The little kitsune had fallen into his trap.

Sometime ago, Ayato had noticed his belongings going missing. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t deserve the title of Yashiro Commissioner. The thief clearly had no ill intent, but it became particularly vexing when he realized that the pair of gloves Ayaka had gifted him had mysteriously disappeared as well.

Then one day, by sheer coincidence, he noticed the little kitsune who had caught his eye more than once, wearing a familiar ribbon in their hair— his ribbon. And on their hands, the very gloves he had been missing. Amusement flickered in his usually composed gaze as everything clicked into place.

It seemed someone had developed quite the habit. But Ayato wasn’t the type to let such things go unaddressed. Oh no, if this little fox thought they could slip away unnoticed, they were sorely mistaken. Someone was in need of a lesson, and he would be more than happy to provide it.

So he plotted.

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Your Knight in Shining Armor

Kinktober 2024 Day 1: Whump Yandere Male Royal x Male Reader AND (separately) Yandere Male Dragon Hybrid x Male Reader CW: Painful noncon, blowjobs, minor physical abuse, verbal abuse, homophobia, internalized homophobia, bullying, kidnapping, minor character death, implied minor character murder, non-human genitalia, emotional trauma, angst, hurt with little comfort, humiliation, degradation, shame, a lot of crying, general yandere behavior, possessive yandere, whump, Dead Dove: DO NOT EAT Word Count: 3.5k (I decided to make my own list of kinks/scenarios for kinktober. I am only posting every other day and not everything is a full fic, though there are several full fics in the mix. This has been a labor of love for you my beautiful readers, please enjoy!)

The Prince of Thornhollow, Percival, was pampered and spoiled by his royal upbringing. He seemed to have been almost blessed. Not just by birth but also in ability. In contests with his knights, he was always the victor, and in his hunts, he had always been successful. The skill he possessed only served to grow his sense of superiority.

He also delighted in cruelty. All of this was unleashed upon castle servants. Since you were his personal servant, you suffered the most abuse by far. The prince tripped you, made fun of you, ridiculed you for the smallest things, and smacked you around whenever he was upset.

A few times he forced you to jerk him off and look at him while you licked the cum from his cock. He loved the humiliation in your eyes.

"You should be thanking me for letting you taste the royal seed with your peasant mouth."

It wasn't a suggestion. You had to thank him. He berated you afterward for being a girl and liking dick. It was an open secret that you fancied other men, and it was a favorite subject for Percival to pick at.

Sadly his sexual abuse didn’t end there. One time, when he was drunk on wine and you had been cleaning his chambers, he suddenly pinned you against the wall and kissed you roughly on the mouth. Sloppy and uncoordinated, you could taste the wine.

You flinched from his touch, sure that it was a cruel joke. And even if it wasn't your first kiss, you should have been from someone you loved, not someone you feared.

Percival grabbed your wrists to stop your squirming.

"Stop fighting, slut."

His words were harsh but his voice had a certain softness that you were not accustomed to from him. It was obviously the alcohol.

"You're gay, I'm an attractive man, I know you want this."

You yelped as he spun you around and grinded against your ass. You had no choice but to comply with his every whim... he was royalty. He nuzzled your neck and cooed into your ear.

"You're shaking so much, I bet your trembles will feel so good from inside you."

Percival pulled your pants down, followed by his. He took a gob of precum from his cock and massaged it into your hole.

"I bet you can't believe your luck, having the prince do this to you."

He slid a finger into you, followed by another. You wept silently as he squirmed inside your ass to stretch you out.

"I'm not a gay freak like you, this is just your reward for being such a good servant all these years. You deserve it."

The prince sucked and kissed your neck as he slowly pierced you with his cock.

You gasped for breath as the pain made you speechless. You would have fallen to the ground had Percival not been propping you up with his strong hands. There was a resounding smack as his nuts hit your ass with every thrust. You tried to squirm free, instinct overriding the attempt to obey a superior, but Percival wrapped his arms around you tightly.

"Just try to relax. You'll love it. I know you'll love my cock."

He nibbled on your ear and trailed kisses down your neck.

"Stop crying, you're being really ungrateful... it's starting to annoy me..."

He began going at a crueler pace in his frustration. He felt between your legs and you were barely even hard. He thought you'd love this, there were prevalent rumors that several knights had used you as a convenient cumdump and he was obviously better than they were. Of course, you were a virgin, and the prince was robbing you of your first time in the most brutal fashion.

After filling you with his cum he let you slump to the floor as he sneered.

He was still drunk, but his orgasm brought a bit of clarity, letting his elitism and internalized homophobia bubble back to the surface where it mingled with his disappointment and insecurity at the fact that sex with him wasn't enjoyable for you.

He was too ignorant to know that much better lube and stretching needed to be used while you were more relaxed. Percival wiped himself off with a rag and then threw it at you with a look of disgust.

"Clean yourself up, then get the hell out and don't let anyone know, or I'll cut out your tongue."

You wiped the cum and blood from you quickly and staggered to your feet before hobbling away while sniffling. He didn't do anything like that again, not even force you to suck him, but he did treat you worse for weeks.

His disposition finally went back to his normal level of disdain when he finally got his new set of enchanted armor. It was white and black, with silver and gold filigree. It became your most important set of tasks, fetching, polishing, and putting away his armor as well as helping him into it. Though even when it was perfectly polished, it was not unheard of for you to get a minor thrashing at the hands of the prince.

The life you had was pretty miserable. Even though the prince acted as a tyrant to his personal servant, you, he protected his and the crown’s image. It helped that the royal family's policies and skills at governing resulted in a fairly content lower class. Percival, especially, was beloved by many. The handsome prince with his blood red hair and muscular physique. He was quite charming and had drawn the affection of many noble ladies. This meant you couldn't find an escape or even speak badly about the prince because you would surely be ratted out.

So you went about tending to the prince as best you could and just hoping that he wasn't in a foul mood at any given time. But the prince wasn't the only thing you had to worry about.

There was a dragon-man hybrid, Rinvir, that had been attracted by a certain shiny gleam. He found that it was the valuable armor of the prince.

Of course, it may be good to have someone tend to the armor sometimes. Maybe they could polish other treasures for him. When he watched you shine the armor, he couldn't help but think how nice it would be to have your delicate human hands tend to his "sword" too. And maybe how good it would feel "sheathed" inside of you.

Rinvir wouldn't just mate with a human for such a flimsy reason, so he stalked you and the prince. Whenever he was hunting with you as his assistant, whenever you were in the training fields helping him put on his armor, whenever you were alone and tending to your outdoor duties.

He hated the prince but fell deeply in love with you. You were so kind and soft-spoken, so diligent with your work no matter what the task.

Rinvir wanted you even more than the immensely valuable armor. He still wanted the armor in his hoard, though, too. It would spite the prince nicely.

The dragon-man waited until a lovely clear day when you were just about to help Percival into his armor. He was screaming at you to hurry up as you were struggling with its immense weight. Rinvir swooped down and snatched you right up, armor and all. A flash of shiny blue scales was all the prince saw before you were gone. He stood there dumbfounded for a moment before collecting himself.

"But... that one was... mine..."

He had to have yo-, no, his... armor back. It was so valuable and had been forged partly by magical means. Luckily, his father, the king, agreed. It was an insult to their rule to let such a slight go unpunished.

Dragon-men were strong, but the prince had a good number under his command, his own talents, and the magic of the court wizard backing him up. He'd have his precious peasant back by any means! And this time, he'd not let silly shit like fear of rumors and homophobia stop him from holding you close in bed while rearranging your guts.

Oh, uh... and he'd have his fancy enchanted armor back... that was what he was really worried about... the armor... yeah...

Meanwhile, at the formerly abandoned lakeside temple that Rinvir called home, you were crying. A giant man with shaggy unkempt hair, huge blue wings, horns, and scales up and down his arms and legs had just made off with you. Surely he would eat you or kill you for sport.

"Shhh, calm down, delicate thing."

He took you to his underground treasure room and put the armor on a stand then gave his undivided attention to you.

"You're my new favorite treasure!"

He nuzzled into your neck and licked your cheek, causing you to shudder.

"I-I'm not a treasure... j-just take me back home!"

He laughed. That wasn't happening.

"And go back to that abusive royal? Not a chance. You're gonna be my mate."

At first, you were borderline hostile. Then you were extremely reluctant. But as the days and weeks turned into months, you became more and more amicable to your self-appointed boyfriend. Rinvir did so much for you. He set up a little garden so you could enjoy outside time because you always looked at peace during your brief moments in the palace gardens.

He caught food for you. Though you did have to prepare it, he was no chef. But you had to prepare fresh meat on the prince's hunts all the time. But now you got to cook it how you preferred and Rinvir left you the best bits.

When you were sore, he gave the best massages.

When you slept, he held you tight to provide warmth.

When it came to sex Rinvir was a patient and gentle lover. So far, you had only pleased him with your mouth and hands, and he had returned the favor. His cock was thick and slimy but you actually enjoyed how it felt in your hands and the taste wasn’t bad either. He never pressured you into anything and was content with letting you explore what you liked at your own pace.

He really was your savior. Your dragon in shining scales.

It had been three months. Three agonizing months without his manservant. His beloved. His father had ordered him to give up the search because at this point, it was getting costly, and the prince had matters of state that needed attending. They could always make new armor and still investigate in smaller numbers if there were solid leads about the dragon.

That wasn't acceptable to Percival. His servant was probably dead or, at the very least, being tortured by a beast. It had been so long, and there were no guarantees that you were still alive. Percival had to have closure and revenge. Even if you were alive, he'd need revenge for having to endure without you, and you had surely missed him. If you were still hanging on you probably felt abandoned.

His father wouldn't budge. And when, in desperation, Percival had told him he valued and needed your friendship, his father had laughed him out of the throne room.

Unfortunately for you, his father came down with a sudden case of "died in the middle of the night." It was assumed he had succumbed to his advanced age, though that wasn’t the case.

King Percival redoubled the efforts into finding that thief of a dragon. It took an extra month after his ascension to the throne, but he had discovered rumors of a shimmering blue dragon-man. Percival spared no expense. Took no chances. He surrounded the entire area with well over 100 troops and had hired an additional two mercenary mages to work alongside the court wizard. They had used great magic to keep the approach silent.

It was the middle of the night when they made their move. Rinvir heard them approach and woke you up quickly.

"I think the prince found us! There's a lot of them. I can't believe they got so close without me noticing!"

He held you in his arms and planned to fly off with you through the temple's tower window.

You were too frightened to speak, but you had confidence in Rinvir's ability to get you to safety.

Rinvir spread his wings and leapt from the window. But a beam of light made by the combined magic of the King's sorcerers pulled the two of you to the ground.

Percival's heart leapt at the sight of you. He could scarcely believe you were still alive. This was amazing. He'd take you back, marry you at once, keep you safe, and heal you from whatever trauma this brute subjected you to.

"SLOWLY!!! He has my betrothed!!"

Yes, he was quickly paralyzed with powerful magic, and you were pried from his grasp.

Your knightly king would have you soon. Percival would make up for every bad word he ever uttered to you, for every humiliation, for hurting you the first time the two of you had made love because he had assumed you were more experienced.

He felt silly for having brought a small army when all he had needed were a few powerful magic users. They brought you to him, and he hoisted you into one of the wagons that had been brought to take back the dragon's treasures.

Percival removed his replacement armor and pulled you right into his lap. You had been shocked into silence with everything having moved so fast. One moment, you were snuggled up with Rinvir, your love, and suddenly, you found yourself in the lap of the man who made you hate life. Who's touch made you want to vomit.

You tried to shake him off and escape his hold.

"M-my Rinvir... I got to see Rinvir..."

"Who? That glorified lizard? Has he brainwashed you!? They say the best way to break such magic is with the touch of a loved one."

His hands were all over you as he peppered you with small kisses.

"Forget that monster, you're safe now, I promise."

"Y-you don't understand! I love him! Please let us go!"

He held you tightly with one arm as he began stripping you down with the other.

"I know just the thing to break this bewitchment."

Percival figured even if you weren't under the power of a spell that giving you his cock and making you feel good would still help you get over your overgrown lizard. The king kept you on his lap but turned you to face him. He swallowed up all of your protests with a deep hungry kiss, his tongue rolling around your mouth as it invaded you.

You started thrashing more as his finger grazed your hole. He held you tight as he leaned over and grabbed a vial from a box underneath his seat. He had this wagon prepared for your rescue if it was successful.

“Please don't. J-just let me go back...”

He put the contents on his fingers and massaged them diligently into your hole, slowly adding more digits until you could handle four of them with ease. Then he slicked up his large cock.

"Don't worry. This will be so much better than last time. I'll be the only man you ever think of after this."

His mouth attended to your neck as he slid into you slowly, going at a slow pace and making sure he hit a spot in you with each thrust that made you shudder and keen.

Percival had to admit that it was his fault your first time was awful. But he had consulted books since then. If he had been this attentive the first time, he could have been bedding you for a long time. You wept silently as your body betrayed you entirely, Percival assumed that the pleasure was just too much for you. You came intensely, spurting cum all over his hard abs and chest.

He went faster, still careful to go at a pace that wouldn't hurt you, as he chased his own climax. Being inside you finally and seeing your face as it was so ruined by pleasure sent him over the edge, and he filled your bowels with his semen.

"See!? Isn't that so much better? We can do it all the time now! I forgot to tell you! I'm the king!!!"

He held you close, burying your face in his pecs as he rubbed your back.

"If anyone gives us shit for being gay I'll cut their tongue out."

Percival was worried because you kept shaking and sobbing, but when you cried about wanting to go back to Rinvir, his attitude went icy. He peeled you off of his dick and cleaned you up roughly but then sat you across from him.

He had to remind himself that you had suffered great trauma, and it would likely take time to heal since it clearly wasn't a mere spell that had been laid upon you. He had to remain kind to you because it wasn't your fault, and a king shouldn't treat his betrothed too harshly.

Besides, he still had to make up for all the torture he put you through.

But he was not known for his patience. As the weeks passed, he grew increasingly irritable and could no longer handle your ceaseless whingeing about Rinvir.

Percival arranged for you to meet the piece of trash.

He took you down to the dungeon where you saw Rinvir. He was encased in a solid block of some type of enchanted glass or maybe even magical ice, completely unable to move. You fell to your knees and pressed your hands to the surface of the material as you cried his name. You hadn't seen him since you were ripped from his arms, you hadn't even known whether or not he survived!

"He's still alive, you know?"

Percival leaned down and spoke softly into your ear.

"I was going to have him displayed in the throne room, but that would have been too cruel to you, and I do love you so."

The depraved king applied a special lube to his fingers. One that was guaranteed to make you cum hard.

"He can see and hear everything. Since you cry for him so much in my presence, it is only fair that he hears how I make you moan and cry in pleasure."

You were crying so desperately that Percival's words hardly registered at all. Only when he pulled down your leggings did you realize his intent. You squirmed and writhed as he put the lube in you, feeling a strange heat inside you as he rubbed it in.

He gripped your hips and lined up with your hole, your crying face looking down shamefully to avoid seeing Rinvir as Percival took you.

His cock kissed that spot inside you and instantly you started moaning. It was like he was pumping a surge of ecstasy into you with every thrust. Though tears fell to the cold dungeon floor as he fucked into you, you couldn't help arching your back and moving against every thrust in an effort to feel it more deeply.

It was something you had never done before while Percival "made love" to you.

Percival greatly increased the pace. He wanted Rinvir to hear the smack every single time he drove into you, wanted you to hear the squelch from the precum and lube as he pressed into you, and most of all wanted him to hear all the pretty little gasps and moans HIS fiancé was making that HE had caused.

Percival's throbbing cock spilled rope after rope of semen into you, causing you to practically collapse to the floor in a riot of bliss as you came. You buried your head in your arms in humiliation and guilt. Your loving king angled your head up and forced you to look at Rinvir.

"It probably hurts him a great deal to see you like this, don't you think? From now on, anytime you mention his name, I am going to bring you down here and breed you right in front of him."

Percival sneered evilly at Rinvir. He knew from your defeated expression that he had won. The king kissed and comforted you as he picked you up to take you to bed. You had a long day, and tomorrow there was a wedding to start planning... now that you were over your ex...

He left the mess that had pooled out of you right where it had fallen. Rinvir could look at all the cum he had put into you for a while as a reminder of what Percival did to those who would dare take what was his.

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Chamber bending you over his knees, spanking your ass for questioning his authority. Chamber choking you with his tie for disrespecting him. Chamber slapping your mouth for talking back. Chamber pulling your hair for turning your back on him. Chamber filling you up with his cum as punishment. Chamber leaving you broken on the bed, preparing you for your next shift as his personal fucktoy.