#that every day when his master calls him away he leaves with a soft - /loving/ - see you tomorrow johnny echoing in his ears
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codtwt is going off on brainwashed!soap bc of his new warzone skin and itâs making me think of ghost deliberately getting himself captured by makarov bc he knows heâll be given to his dog to try and break him; knows he wonât be able to resist the irony, the cruelty of being tortured by the teammate he lost
he doesnât fight; welcomes the chains around his wrists and ankles, welcomes the hands stripping him of his weapons and gear until he's defenceless
he wouldn't use them anyway
when he stalks into the room, the muzzle, the scars, not even the blank hatred or lack of recognition could make him mistake his eyes
that's his johnny
he doesn't flinch as he digs knives into his skin; would never shy away from his kiss even if it's tinged with rusted steel. doesn't swallow his screams; not when he always loved hearing him, when he spent so long coaxing his voice from the grave
frustration joins the anger in johnny's eyes the longer he goes without giving up information
just jokes; dark and puns alike
just advice when he can't get the jumper cables to spark right
ghost's not trying to escape; not trying to barter his return to the 141
he's right where he wants to be
#ghost letting him be tortured indefinitely if it means being with johnny i am going to eat glass#he doesnt even care if he never gets him back. if the brainwashing is permanent#he still treats him the same. gives him openings to meet a punchline or rib him for something#no matter how long he goes without responding. without giving him any hope of becoming the man he knew#if pain is all heâll ever get from johnny again heâll welcome it gratefully with open arms#he got his share of kindness. more than he ever thought he deserved. if pain has to balance it out then so be it#so long as johnny is the one giving it to him#meanwhile soap gets more and more frustrated that he cant break this soldier#that when he becomes more inventive he just meets him with a story about people he doest know but acts like he should#that every day when his master calls him away he leaves with a soft - /loving/ - see you tomorrow johnny echoing in his ears#he doesnt understand#and it just makes him more vicious#but the soldier doesnt care#he still smiles in the face of pain#still calls him johnny#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#weâre a team. ghost team#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghoap#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#soap cod#john soap mactavish#ghost x soap#save post
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*NSFW* How to train your pet Human pt. 3 (Yandere!Alien x GN!Reader)
CW: Dub-con, mild psychological distress, mind break, dead dove fic
Part 1, part 2
Kirtch slumped over his friend's standing chair, miserable and mopey.
A tall creature, taller than even Kirtch, sighed dramatically, sauntering around their depressed friend with a smaller horned being crawling behind them.
"I don't understand what I'm doing wrong." Kirtch whined pathetically in Jaudna's native tongue. Jaudna made a gurgling sound with the soft spot on their head, the closest human equivalent being someone rolling their eyes. They sprawled across their lounging seat, motioning for their pet to stay on his knees.
"I'll tell you exactly what you've done wrong. You pampered them too much."
"I punish them!"
"You punished them for their escape attempt. That was it. You've allowed your pet to test your authority in plenty of ways after that."
The man on his knees pleaded with his eyes to be let up, but stayed perfectly still, like he wasn't alive. Kirtch noted Jaudna's pet's demeanor with discomfort. That discomfort only lasted until he imagined (Reader) in that same position, looking up at him with their large dewy eyes, waiting so patiently to be held by him... his discomfort was replaced by jealousy.
"You don't understand, (Reader's) such a sweet little pet, and whenever they struggle they're so cute about it. I just can't understand why they aren't happy."
"Humans' minds are incredibly flawed. According to the few psychological texts I have gotten my claws on over the years, their memory is not set in stone like ours, it is fickle and easily manipulated. One of my books referenced a case in the nation called 'The United States of America' where nearly the entire country fell into panic over an imaginary evil, because a few doctors used a phoney science called 'hypnotism', a practice they believed could help recover forgotten memories, on a bunch of children, but accidentally implanted false memories of abuse, leaving the children traumatized, believing that they had been victims of a horrific occult."
Kirtch looked to his good friend nervously. "Are you implying I do something nefarious to my pet's mind?"
"No, I'm showcasing an example of how stupidly easy it should be to train your pet to love you." They tossed a book into Kirtch's hands, the cover printed with a photograph of a wild looking man, with fluffy hair and dark, hateful eyes. "Hypnotism isn't the only creative way humans have learned to reprogram each other."
Kirtch almost threw the book back, but saw Jaudna's unnamed pet still sitting so patiently for his master, and the pain in his body where his heart may have been throbbed again. "Thank you.. Jaudna."
(Reader) had waited for what they assumed to be well over an Earth day, alone in Kirtch's quarters, waiting for his return. The only company they received were the employees who brought their meals, speaking down at them in a language they didn't know, but could understand the disgust. It had been over a month since their fight with Kirtch. Every day since had been nothing but hell, feeling like their heart had been ripped out, they laid in their bed cage, only moving when necessary, allowing themselves to hide away inside their own mind.
The main door opened again, and (Reader) could hear Kirtch's long, graceful steps as he passed through the study and into the bedroom. "(Reader)? Are you still in bed?"
In an act of defiance, (Reader) kept their mouth shut, pulling the blanket tighter around their shoulders. But it was of little use, as Kirtch easily lifted their purposefully dead weighted body out of the bed.
"I'm sorry I was gone for so long, pet, but I had to see an old friend for advice." He carried (Reader) back to his desk, sitting them in his lap, fighting to hold them upright as they flopped about limply. "(Reader), please sit up so I can take off your shirt."
He began working on the wrists, the intricate metal cuffs with multiple buttons that almost acted like locks, and (Reader) subtly straightened their back to give him better access to the neck corset thing, thankful to finally have it off for a couple hours at least. (Reader) had grown to find it somewhat elegant the past few months, but it still was an incredible pain in the ass.
Feeling the air on their neck was bliss, and (Reader) immediately ran their fingers over their skin. (Reader) breathed a deep sigh, relaxing their body unintentionally. But almost as soon as their hands left their throat, a new collar was latched into place, a loud mechanism clicking as it tightened, stabbing the back of their neck with what felt like a fixed needle.
(Reader) cried out in pain, sprawling out their limbs on reflex, pushing themselves out of Kirtch's embrace and onto the floor, lying naked on their knees as they clawed at the collar, desperate to relieve the pain.
"What?? Why?" Their voice was barely audible through their sobs.
"I'm so sorry my pet, the pain will end soon, wait-" Kirtch pushed a button on what looked like a remote, and (Reader) could physically feel the rush of liquid enter their body, then the pain lightened, leaving (Reader) almost euphoric in it's absence.
"What is this? Why did you do this?" Betrayal laced their tone, and Kirtch looked almost on the verge of tears, but he stood still, refusing his urge to scoop up his little pet and beg for forgiveness.
"I know now that I didn't train you correctly, and for that I am sorry. I've given you too much leeway, and that is why you've been so unhappy." He took a ragged breath, thumbing the controller as he thought out his words. "I didn't want to do this, but I care about your happiness. This is for the best."
"So you put a shock collar on me?" (Reader) asked incredulously, spitting venom.
"No, nothing barbaric like that!" Kirtch looked hurt, flinching as he almost dropped onto his knees to comfort (Reader). "I just need to convince you that you're happy here with me, just as I did the first night you were here, to help you release your stress."
(Reader) remembered the shot he gave them, that first night when Kirtch used a toy to get them off, the hormones he artificially added to their body to make them feel pleasure, and then thought about the pain in the back of their neck. The color drained from their face. There were only two options; plead or double down.
"You can manipulate me all you like, I'll never be happy here." A tear escaped as (Reader) transformed their hurt into anger. "I deserve someone who will love me, not as a pet, but as an equal. Because I am a human fucking being. And we have partnerships. We don't jack off our pets, we do not love our pets like we love the people we have sex with, because that- that is not okay! Why did you.." (Reader) couldn't stop themselves from crying, looking up to try to at least slow the waterworks.
The silence between them was loud. (Reader) turned away, wiping away their snot with their bare arms.
"Pet, noun; a domestic or tamed animal kept for companionship or pleasure. Adjective; denoting a thing that one devotes special attention to or feels particularly strongly about." (Reader) looked up, horrified. "Your's may not be my first language, but I feel I had a pretty decent grasp on my understanding of what a pet is."
Kirtch placed a hand over his face to hide his expression.
"You'll be happier once this is all over. I promise."
"You son of a-!" (Reader) couldn't finish their sentence, more fluid passed into their spine, followed by an immediate sense of emptiness. Extreme anxiety flooded their body, causing severe stomach pain almost instantly. They collapsed, holding onto their midsection, their bare skin clammy. "What? Why?"
"No more talking back to me, pet." Kirtch kept his voice steady.
(Reader) cried out, rapidly becoming exhausted from heavy nothingness filling their body. "Please.. stop.."
Kirtch nodded, appearing relieved. He pushed another button, and the emptiness ebbed away, leaving (Reader) numb.
"I don't understand why you're doing this." (Reader) weakly grumbled, too tired to pick themselves up.
"Because I want you to be happy."
"I'll never be happy with you."
"Why?"
"Because! I deserve to be loved!"
"I love you-"
"Fucking liar." (Reader) snarled, knowing that this would cause them to be punished again, but needing to get in the last word. Kirtch looked so miserable, so crushed by (Reader's) words, but they felt vindicated by his pain. They needed to twist the knife deeper.
He smiled, so sadly, and grabbed a blanket, bending onto one knee as he covered his pet. "I love you, (Reader)."
Their heart clenched, and their face flushed. Immediately they searched his hands for the remote. "S-stop that."
"I love you."
Chemicals pumped into their neck, making (Reader) feverish and causing their thighs to ache. Their breath hitched, and tears of betrayal escaped. "I hate you."
"I know."
More pain gripped their throat, regret causing physical discomfort. "Why are you doing this?"
His smooth shelled fingers caressed their jaw, tenderly cradling (Reader's) face as though he needed them. Kirtch's touch sent shivers across (Reader's) skin, and they couldn't tell if it was because of the collar or their loneliness, but they wanted to pull him closer, make him touch them more.
"I will live for much longer than you. I will watch you grown old, and die. Even then, I will still love you. You are the most incredible creature I've ever met. I don't mind if you push me away, and slap at me. I just want you to be happy, at least most of the time." His head grew closer, his hardened face almost brushing (Reader's). "Let me make you happy."
'I need to fight back. Make him pay! I'm practically a slave! He bought me! I'll never see my family again because of him!'
(Reader) leaned forward, mind melting through their ears from the intense heat, and smashed their lips onto where his should have been.
All rational thoughts were drowned out by the intense need. They needed him, his love. (Reader) was aware of the sound of buttons clicking, but they couldn't stop, crawling onto Kirtch's body, feeling the edges of his joints scraping their back as his hands hungrily roamed their body, wanting to touch everything.
They would have felt ashamed, knowing how aroused they were, their exposed body touching Kirtch's stomach. Sweat was clinging to (Reader's) skin, and their eyes drooped stupidly. The only thing they could think of was relieving themselves, and wanting to see Kirtch relieved as well.
"Are you going to fuck me?" (Reader) whined between wet kisses, drunk on his touches.
"I will, if you want me to."
Their mood shifted, frustration beginning to surface again. "No. If you love me, wouldn't you want me?"
Kirtch sighed, fiddling with the remote behind (Reader's) back. "I do not have the same nervous system as humans do. We only engage in sexual acts for the purpose of procreation."
Shame shocked (Reader), sobering them up instantly. "Oh. I- I am so sorry." (Reader) moved to get off of Kirtch, but was held in place by the much stronger being.
"I will, to make you happy."
"No, I'm sorry! It won't make me happy knowing you aren't feeling good. I'm-I'm sorry, please let me go."
Kirtch pressed the button again, watching his pet's face darken and their mouth go from frightened to slack jawed. "Knowing you are feeling pleasure, from me, and only me, will bring me more joy than I can express." His cloak was ripped away, revealing his gorgeously colored exoskeleton. Kirtch gripped (Reader's) face tighter, forcing his blue tongue deep into their mouth, bursting with pride at the sounds (Reader) was making.
"What do you want me to do?" Kirtch asked, not intending on sounding like he was teasing them, but Kirtch craved the sound of their voice begging him.
"Please.." (Reader) swallowed their drool, feeling the hormones pumping into their brain, but too horny to care. "Please fuck me."
The spot on his pelvis where a human's genitals would be split open and a long, slimy cock revealed itself, growing behind (Reader's) back to a horrifying size. (Reader) only became aware of his erection when it fell forward, slapping against (Reader's) ass and lower back. In their intoxicated state, they turned back to look at what had suddenly touched them, and their eyes grew large in surprise. "Is that..? That's too big..."
Off balance and tipsy, (Reader) turned around, still sitting on Kirtch's abdomen, so that they were facing his exposed dick, and touched it experimentally. It was ridiculously huge, but because of the hormones being injected into (Reader's) neck, they were ravenous, using both hands to pump up and down on the shaft as they stuck the thin tipped head into their mouth, tasting Kirtch passionately. Kirtch was beyond elated, watching his precious pet so needy for him.
Kirtch picked (Reader) up, moaning at the popping sound as he pulled their mouth away from his body, seeing nothing but love in (Reader's) eyes as he spun them back to face him, and slowly began lowering (Reader) onto his naturally lubricated member. "Keep looking at me."
(Reader's) mind was hazy, and it felt like they were about to die, saliva and alien fluids leaking out their mouth and down their chin. Their internal voice had gone silent, the amount of tampering that had been done to their brain left (Reader) devoid of rational thought and intellect. "Yes sir." They barely got the words out as Kirtch entered their body, sliding into their needy little hole easily and without resistance, ramming himself in so their pelvis smacked into his shell with a wet plop, bringing (Reader) to a climax just from entering.
"Smile for me, pet." Kirtch cooed joyfully, loving how (Reader's) body spasmed, before slowly lifting them up, revealing the trail of their combined wetness stretching between their reproductive organs.
(Reader) smiled, reacting on autopilot as they rode out their orgasm, practically biting off their tongue when their sensitive body connected with Kirtch's again. "Ahhh, I already came! Stop!!" Their words cried for relief, however their voice and smile demanded more. It was too much, and (Reader) did want a break, but it also felt amazing, and that dirty little part of themselves that was desperate for love needed their body to be abused.
Kirtch bounced (Reader) on his cock, fucking them like a toy, regretting that he didn't have a camera rolling to capture just how adorable his pet was in his hands. "Look at how happy you are, pet! Don't you want to be this happy all the time? Don't you always want to be happy, with me?"
Kirtch greedily pushed the button again, peppering (Reader) with kisses as they came again, their sticky juices splattering on his stomach. The squelching sound of (Reader's) bruising body getting fucked by the hard as steel monster beneath them was music to Kirtch's ears. He had, embarrassingly, read the book his friend had lent him, and knew now how humans used pleasure to keep brainwashed people by their side. But it wasn't just pleasure, it was that feeling of connection. He had thought about what (Reader) had said, that humans don't jack off their pets, and that made sense, for animals that did not share the same level of intelligence as an adult human. What (Reader) needed, was to feel equal, to feel like they weren't just a pet, but a partner. So how would they feel, if Kirtch ejaculated so deep into their body they were still excreting his cum weeks later?
"I'm going to mark you as mine, (Reader)." It was a lie, his species did no such thing, but the look of unbridled joy on (Reader's) cross eyed face, the loopy smile that twitched as tears poured down to their chest, was a sight that made it worth lying.
"Are you cumming? Are you cumming in me?" (Reader) slurred, barely holding themselves upright in Kirtch's grasp.
"If you promise to be a good little pet." Kirtch could hold out for as long as needed. His species did not have sex for pleasure, so there was no sense of urgency when they needed to release. He could have continued going for hours, if he hadn't overdone it with the collar. (Reader) was on the verge of passing out.
"I promise! I promise to be a good pet! I promise!" (Reader) exclaimed, colliding their lips back onto Kirtch's as a string of hot sperm shot up into (Reader's) body, a fluid so thick it was practically glue, leaving (Reader) feeling physically full. Kirtch couldn't help but push the button again, seeing his pet overflow with adoration for him.
"I love you, (Reader), I really really do."
Kirtch whispered sweet nothing's into his pet's ear as they passed out, then carried them to his bed, tucking in their swollen body, not minding the mess. (Reader) really was the most beautiful and adorable little pet in the entire universe. He doubt that he would ever get another pet after (Reader) was gone. He sat on the floor, rubbing circles into their tear stained cheeks, smiling contently.
Of course, the next day Kirtch would have to use the collar, showing (Reader) how bad they truly felt inside when they refused to get out of bed, and while it was awful making them cry when they tried to refuse to eat, it was for the best. Kirtch knew it wouldn't take long for (Reader) to graduate from needing their collar, and that soon they would always be by his side, begging him to pick them up and play with them. It didn't matter whether (Reader) needed cuddles or needed to be filled with his seed, Kirtch would overuse that remote until they desired his touch all the time.
He didn't mind the glassy, doll like glaze to their eyes, the change in their speech, the way they began crying whenever it looked like Kirtch was unhappy, or how they stopped pushing him away. After months of flushing their system with artificial love, Kirtch knew that his pet was happy with him. And that was all that mattered.
#yandere#yandere alien#yandere alien x reader#pet human#cw dubcon#mind break#dead dove do not eat#dead dove fic#cw mind control#part three
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~ Little Hobbies ~
A đ¸ who likes creating mini clay figurines.
They were really tiny and weren't exactly the type you'd call masterful works of art, but for Malleus they were like a harbinger of luck to ensure the day goes by smoothly, or turn the mood of one gone sour.
If you thought a lopsided figure of a fat cat would not contribute to anything significant, you would be dead wrong. When you left it by his desk one day, waiting for his arrival in class in your stead, he wondered what manner of a fool would leave trash in his seat. Until he recognized the figure-- that it was of the image of the direbeast Grim-- that he realized it was a token from you.
Professor Trein praised him for being unusually attentive that day.
Many years later, and you seemed to not have grown tired of your little hobby. It was miniature as usual, with all the same charm, but the main difference from back then was that the quality now would be what he would call tiny masterful works of art.
"I have a little grotesque greeting me today."
"That's supposed to be a gargoyle..."
"Unless you have secretly installed a water spout inside this, then it is, indeed, a grotesque and not a gargoyle."
You grinned at him, "But aren't grotesques supposed to be carved stone figures? Then it's not a grotesque either, since it's made of clay."
"Hm. You had me there. Clever little thing."
He pulled his soft, velvety seat from the work desk that both of you occupied. Though it was rather unheard of in this country for a couple to be this close professionally, he insisted and fought tradition for you and him to share the same office room for your more-or-less similar responsibilities.
He reached out to the opposite side of the desk. He knocked on it three times with a finger, as if he was announcing that he was to invade your personal space, before pushing a stone figure your way.
"As repentance for my mistake," he announced cheekily, "an actual grotesque."
It was a hideous cat today. He never knew how horrifying his figures looked and you never bothered to tell. There was no need to, because as unusual as they were, they were his definition of cute; an honest attempt at reciprocating your little gestures.
So with a smile, you cradled it safe in your palms. It would be your little cheer-up symbol for the day, before it got safely stored away in a shelf full of his collection or your works, and your collection of his works. An odd display of this and that for others perhaps. But you were certain that in time, history would never forget this little corner of your home.
A shelf full of physical reminders of every silent 'I love you's shared between you two.
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Luo Binghe and Shen yuan interaction where Luo Binghe can read Shen Yuans thoughts.
It comes with the dusk, after a long day handling strange flowers for trade, when Shizun deigns to allow his humble and devoted husband to bathe him, and run the teeth of his ivory comb through long, dark tresses.
âAh, Luo Binghe,â echoes in the back of his mind, like a sacred whisper, something warm flowing within it. âYou are far too good to this old man.â
His hands still for a moment, halfway through a stroke of devotion. With a curious hum, Shizunâs eyes open, catching his in the mirror, and a trace of confusion slinks through that place behind his own thoughts.
âBinghe? Is something wrong?â His eyes search over him in that way they always have, but there is nothing to see when his mind is where the curiosity lays.
The thing is, Luo Binghe is not unused to having anotherâs thoughts in his mind. But he has never had Shizunâs. Even more so, it seems his revered master and husband has no idea that heâs doing it. Perhaps one of the Tethered Thought Lilies from earlier had managed to cling some of its pollen to the demonâs sleeve without notice. A careless mistake, he ought to know better. Heâll have to scour the room to make sure he didnât track anything else in by accident.
âNothing is wrong, Shizun,â Luo Binghe assured him, resuming the task at hand. The lilies were not very potent, and with the level of cultivation he and his husband possessed, they could not garner an effect for more than a few incense sticksâ worth of time, if that. âThis humble disciple was only admiring the beautiful view.â
Right on cue, a fetching trace of pink races to color the fine, soft pale skin of Shen Qingqiuâs face.
âI swear heâs trying to get me to explode some days! What shameless words! How much more must I be expected to endure before he makes his move?â
âShizun must know,â Luo Binghe continues, setting down the comb in favor of nosing along his husbandâs neck. âThat he is the best sight this unworthy one could ever see, in any lifetime.â
âThis is it,â come Shen Qingqiuâs thoughts, trilling with something like anticipation. âThe part where he kisses me and whisks me away...â
Luo Binghe smiled, and, just to be contrary, pulled back to pick up the comb once more.
âHuh? He didnâtâŚ?â
Luo Binghe twisted the long, luxurious hair into a simple braid. âMay this lowly one accompany Shizun to rest?â
âWhat. The. Hell.â His Shizunâs voice nipped at his mind, filled with a buzz that the demon lord could only identify as the beginnings of irritation. âWhere the fuck is my kiss, Luo Binghe?! All that talk all day of love and devotion and you arenât even going to kiss your one and only fucking husband goodnight?! What was all that buildup today for if you were going to back off at the last moment?!â
âIf it pleases Binghe, this master will permit it,â is what his husband actually says with grace and elegance, but Luo Binghe is struck dumb for a moment by the sheer intensity and vulgarity that just swept through his mind. Something sharp and unpleasant digs into his consciousness where he can feel their short, unplanned bond.
With a smooth motion, Shen Qingqiu stands from the vanity and slips away, and as soon as his hair leaves Luo Bingheâs hands, the thread that binds them snaps.
âShizun wait,â the demon calls, quickly moving to hold the other around the waist, nearly melting as the feeling of connection returns.
âStupid.â Shizunâs voice cuts through at the first brush, cold and cruel. âWhat idiotic thing was I thinking? He had his fill just this morning, he would not care enough for it again so soon. And why should I care? Not every word is meant to ply my willingness. Stupid, stupid, stupid!â
And then, a thought so quiet, it barely registers under all the other cacophony. âDid I do something to displease him? Is that why?â
âShizun,â Luo Binghe calls, once more burrowing into his neck. Guilt cut thick through his heart, making the scar on his chest ache. Shizun would fret, and undo all the effort Luo Binghe had put into his relaxing bath, but he could not bear to let his most beloved think he was unwanted. ââŚShizun could never displease this lowly demon.â
âWhat.â Shen Qingqiuâs thoughts echo his words.
âForgive me, Shizun,â Luo Binghe asks, tightening his hold. âIt seems this unfilial one had some pollen left on his sleeves from the Tethered Thought Lilies. I should not have pried.â
âFUCK,â his inner thoughts declare as he abruptly pulls away.
âLuo Binghe!â his master chastises with a scandalized expression. âYou-!â
âShizunâs thoughts are so straightforward,â Luo Binghe says, bowing his head. âAnd this one did not think the short duration would be of consequence. But this Luo Binghe was wrong.â Still, he reached out, pulling the other close once again. âBut this one did not mean to upset his husband, whom he loves dearly and longs for with great affection.â
With as much repentance as he could muster, Luo Binghe laid a chaste kiss at the corner of his husbandâs lips. The immortal master simply stared at him for several long moments, tumultuous emotions flittering through the back of Luo Bingheâs mind faster than he could decipher.
âTake me to bed if youâre truly so sorry, you foolish thing.â
âShizun,â Luo Binghe purred, lifting the other easily into his arms for a proper kiss as he carried them to their chambers. âI love you.â
âFool,â Shizun sighed, acting put upon even as a trill of pleased satisfaction rumbled through Luo Bingheâs thoughts.
âI love you too.â
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on the phone (c.s)

master list
chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: nothing! just a little angst.
preview: you knew with Chris being famous there would be constant obstacles in the way of your guys relationship. recently, youâve been having doubts with your relationship since Chris and his brothers left for tour. you wouldnât be able to see him for almost two months. you couldnât handle the distance but Chris reassures you everything will be okay.
a/n: big time rush + chris sturniolo. my two favorites at once. masterpiece.
you stand there as you watch the boys load the bus with their luggage. they were leaving for their first tour ever. it was a bitter sweet moment. as happy as you were for the boys, you couldn't help but feel sad at the same time. you and Chris haven't been separated for so long. now he's going to be gone for almost two whole months. Chris asked if you wanted to come along, but you were so busy with college. you and Chris have been dating since high school. so him gaining so much popularity to the point people are paying to see him, has you feeling proud and worried.
you snap out of your thoughts when you hear Nick speak, "well, that was the last bag." you pout slightly as he embraces you in a hug. "I hope you have fun Nick." you say rubbing his back. it was also bitter sweet for you to see Nick and Matt gain so much attention as well. Nick and Matt were like the siblings you never had. you basically grew up with them. "thank you y/n. we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you." he says with a smile, pulling away. you were always there by their side no matter what, supporting them. you gave them ideas for videos and you helped film them. when they were doubting themselves, you were there to encourage them to keep pushing. now look, they finally got the recognition they deserve.
Matt embraces you in a hug as he speaks, "we'll update you okay?" you nod and smile. now, the moment you've been dreading. you pull away from Matt when you meet eyes with Chris. you cover your mouth slightly as you try to hold in your tears with a smile. he walks up to you and pulls you in for a big hug, holding you. "hey, don't cry okay? I'll be back soon." he says with his face in the crook of your neck. you sniffle with a soft laugh before speaking, "I know. iâm just so proud of you three." he pulls away a bit still holding onto you. he looks into your eyes as he wipes your tears away. "i'll be fine!" you say with a weak smile. "I'll text and call you every day okay?" he says reassuringly. you nod as he holds your face, bringing you both into a soft passionate kiss. "I love you y/n." he whispers after pulling away. "I love you too Chris." you say wiping your left over tears. you hug one last time before he turns around and gets on the bus.
you stand there as you see the three of them look out the window towards you. you laugh softly as you wave good bye, with them doing the same. when they leave, you walk to your car and sit in there bawling your eyes out right away. you really hoped Chris would keep his words.
the next day, you wake up to seeing a text from Chris.
Chris
hey baby! we're preparing for our show today. can't stop thinking about you already!
you smile before texting back.
Y/N
hi handsome! I hope you have a good show. I know you'll do amazing!
Chris
thank you! you're my motivation.
you let out a small laugh as you get up and start off your day. day 1 without him starts now. you do your morning routine and head to your kitchen. you made yourself a bowl of cereal and sat down scrolling on your phone. when on Twitter, you were seeing fans of the triplets talk about how excited they were to see them. you saw some fans talk about how attractive Chris was and how even more attractive he would look in person. your heart tightens a bit at the comments. you knew you were all his but, sometimes you couldn't help but imagine all these girls all over him. you just shrug off the thoughts that popped up into your head.
as it got later in the day, you continued to scroll through Twitter again as you see the meet and greet pics fans posted. it was weird seeing Chris have his hands on some other girl. but what did you expect? you sigh as a call comes through. it was Chris. you pick it up and answer, "hey Chris" "hey baby. we just got finished with the first show! as nervous as I was, it actually went great. everyone was so nice!" he says happily. "that's awesome Chris. i've seen many meet and greet pics already." you say. "what's wrong y/n?" he asks. your eyes widen a bit as you respond, "what? nothing. why do you think something is wrong?" you say lying through your teeth.
he lets out a small chuckle before responding, "i'm pretty sure I know you. we've been together for how long now? I think I know the way you act." you stay quiet for a bit. he wasnât wrong. "okay fine, i'm just being a little jealous. you look so cute posing with the fans. a little too cute." you respond. "you? jealous?" he questions with a soft laugh, "well iâll have you know, youâre all iâm thinking about the whole time." he says. you smile a bit before responding, "okay well still! they get to be in your arms while I have to sit here and suffer." "well like I said, we'll be together after and you'll have me all to yourself when all of this is over okay?" he reassures you. "okay i'm sorry. I know this is your big moment. i donât want to spoil it by being like this." you say letting out a small nervous laugh. "yeah but your feelings are valid baby." he says.
you both talk for the rest of the night before falling asleep on the phone. as time goes by, it's already the 7th show of the tour. Chris has been progressively getting busier and you had to focus on school. so, your conversations were kept short recently. it was late in the night already as you laid there sniffling. you were left on delivered for a while. yeah you knew he was busy but, this is what you were afraid of. your biggest fear was Chris getting caught up in the limelight that he just has no time for you. you shut your eyes and cry yourself to sleep.
Chris
hey baby! I'm sorry I didn't call you last night. I was so tired out.
all you did was look at it and not respond. you didn't want him to think he had to text you or call you. he should just focus on himself you thought. you didn't want him to think you wanted to be his number 1 priority. you just shut your phone and start off your daily routine.
Chris
hey what are you up to? show is about to start. the weather is nice here in St Louis. I miss you.
you read the text but don't respond again. you were too caught up in your studying to send back a text anyways. you just needed to be distracted.
later in the night, you laid in bed as you see another text.
Chris
is everything okay? are you mad at me?
again, you shut off your phone and drifted off to sleep. after about a hour, your phone buzzes. you groan and pick it up to read the contact name. it was Chris again. you answer and talk tiredly, "hello Chris?" you hear him sniffle before talking, "hey y/n. did I wake you up?" his voice sound raspy. was he crying? "yes but it's okay. what's wrong?" you say sitting up in your bed. "I just missed your voice that's all. I'm sorry I can't be able to talk as much and when shows are over, I just get so tired out." he says. "that's alright." you say feeling terrible. you were so caught up in your feelings that you didn't realize Chris felt the same way. "I know this is all hard right now. just know i'm thinking about you everywhere I go. when I go from city to city, you're always on my mind and there's nothing more that I want but to have you here with me." he says making a tear drop slide down your face.
"I just didn't realize it would be this hard." you say wiping your tear away, letting out a soft laugh. "trust me, I know. we just have to be strong okay?" he says. "soon we'll be together." he adds on. you smile at his words as you whisper, "I love you" "I love you too beautiful." he says. but you still couldnât shake off the thought. heâs only getting more famous. next thing you know, heâll just be even busier. it had you doubting everything.
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a few days later, you came home from work bawling your eyes out. you were feeling overwhelmed by everything. you have a terrible boss and he would use his power against everybody. you laid down on your bed with your dirty clothes as you pick up your phone to call Chris. there was no answer. you threw your phone across the bed as you pressed your face against your mattress crying some more. is this how it'll be from now on? when you need him, he's too busy? you felt selfish thinking that. Chris worked hard for where he's at now. but what about you?
you just shut your eyes and drifted off to sleep. you felt like everyday was just a constant replay. nothing was new. you were either at home doing school, actually going to school to take exams, or at work being treated terribly. while Chris was having the time of his life.
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even though Chris reassured you everything will be fine, you couldn't help but feel disappointed still. when you called, he wouldn't answer. when you texted, he texted hours later. it was making you more upset. you only asked for one thing. it was for him to communicate, but he didn't. you always felt like he was leaving you hanging. you scroll on your phone as you see posts from the tour and sigh.
Y/N
Chris I don't know if I could do this.
Chris
what are you talking about baby?
Y/N
this. I can't stand this. I know this is your first tour but, now I can't even imagine more in the future.
again, you felt guilty for feeling this way. you see him type but eventually it stops. you suddenly get an incoming call from him. you pick up about to speak but he cuts you off, "y/n please. listen to me." "this tour will be over soon. once it's over, we'll pick up right where we left off. I know it's hard but, you're not alone. do you think i just let you slip off my mind?" he says. "Chris, I understand you feel the same and trust me I feel terrible even feeling this way but, you're only getting more noticed. who knows how many more tours you'll be on. what am I supposed to do? because even when you are here, you're so caught up with You tube and I just don't want to get in between that." you say. "and when I needed you? you didn't answer me. then you didn't even apologize the next day for it."
Chris stays quiet as he gulps. "I don't know Chris. how will this all work out if this is what you do? this is your job, and I just don't fit in." you finish. "well i'm not the only one whose said this, my brothers also agree that I wouldn't even be here with these opportunities if it weren't for you. all I ask is for you to support me no matter where I am. just because we aren't near each other, doesn't mean this won't work. you do fit in my life. just because I have all this recognition, doesn't mean i'm just going to give up on us. you're the only one who truly knows. you knew me from the start. you do fit in." he says as you let out a sigh, "I can't do this i'm sorry." you say before hanging up.
Chris was left standing there slowly pulling his phone away from his ear. you shut off your phone while hugging one of the stuffed animals Chris got you back in high school. you look at it as you thought to yourself. you missed how simple things use to be.
Chris POV
it's been a while ever since I last heard from y/n. every show has been a struggle for me. we were slowly getting towards the end, but was it worth it? was this all worth it without y/n? our Boston show is our last stop. that was coming up in a few days.
Chris
we can work this out.
i've been texting her and all she does is read them. why couldn't she realize this was hard for me too? "Chris?" I hear Nick call out for me. all I do is look up at him. "we have to set up for today." he says. "yeah i'll be there." I respond looking back at my phone. "Chris, everything will be okay. she'll come around." he says putting a hand on my shoulder. I sigh before responding, "I understand where she comes from. this is all so new. but even when we aren't touring, we let filming get in the way too." "well, don't think about it too hard. I know she'll come around." Nick says before walking away. I really hope so. my heart aches every time i think about her.
End of Chris POV
time passes by as it's now the last show. the triplets finally arrive back to Boston and the first thing Chris wants to do is see you.
Chris
y/n we just got to Boston. please let me see you.
read.
Chris
please iâm back. this is what weâve been waiting for.
read.
Chris puts his face into his hands as he groans. "come on Chris. lets go stop by the house and say hi to mom and dad." Matt says patting his back. Chris sits up, âhave you heard from y/n?â he asks. Matt just looks at him and shakes his head, ânope.â Chris just sighs and nods, âwell if she texts, tell her to answer me.â he says.
later during the day, after visiting their parents, the triplets finally arrive at the venue. Chris was washing his face real quick before putting on his outfit. he looks in the mirror shaking his head, "here we go." he whispers out. the time comes and the crowd can be heard chanting. the triplets come out running onto stage as the crowd cheers louder. their show then starts. the show was hilarious. it was obvious the triplets were meant to be up on stage. the fans were really loving them.
after a bit, something catches Chris' eyes. it was a big sign that read 'I love Chris!". "that's a pretty big sign." Chris says into the mic. "is that even allowed?" he continues with a small laugh. "youâre right. nobody else has signs." Matt says joining with a laugh.
"show yourself!" Nick shouts out into the mic. the sign moves revealing a face. "i'm sorry! I didn't get the memo!" you shout out. Chris locks eyes with you as his mouth is left agape in shock. you smile at him as you hear the crowd cheer. the fans obviously knew about you from the start. they adored your guys' relationship.
"hello y/n!" Nick shouts out with a smile. "surprise!" Matt says shaking Chris. Chris then gets off the stage as he pushes through the crowd to get to you. you drop the sign onto the ground as he embraces you in a hug, nearly lifting you up.
"you scared me y/n." he says hiding his face in the crook of your neck. the crowd was going crazy. Marylou and Jimmy were standing there next to you guys, clapping and smiling. you pull away from him as you look into his eyes, "I'm sorry for ever doubting us." you say. he shakes his head before responding, "don't even apologize y/n. i'm just happy you're here." you let out a small laugh as you push him away softly, "okay we'll talk after the show! get back up there." he nods as he kisses you on the cheek, running back up onto stage.
when the show ends, you meet Chris backstage and he embraces you in the same big hug from earlier. "I can't handle another goodbye." Chris whispers. "next time, you're coming with me you understand?" he says. you let out a giggle and kiss his cheek, "okay I will.â you say. âwe have lots to talk about.â he says pulling away, planting a soft kiss on your lips. you smile and nod as you both sit down with him talking about the whole experience. even though you doubted this whole thing, you don't regret being in this moment right now. you'll go through what you went through over again if it means you'll be in his arms in the end. no matter what, world wide.

a/n: if you know the iconic sign scene from the show, you know whatâs up. LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED! THANK YOU!
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Not just a stone
Aventurine x f! reader
Summary: love, isn't that such a wonderful dream? Despite this, make sure to not get stuck in it. To be stuck in a dream is to abandon reality, yet this dream is all he has.
Cw. Angst, smut, creampie ig, no comfort bc that's boring
A/n: wrote this under an hour and it's not proofread so đ¤ˇ
âAll or nothing.â
For most of his life, he's always been just Aventurine. A polished gem, capable of handling anything you dish out to him. Whether it be a heavy workload or cruel treatment from others; his luck seems to never run out.
So when you came around, it was different.
The way you gently took his hand in yours, your feather like kisses that tainted his foreheadâ he wanted to run.
âI love youâ, a soft moan escaped your lips as you arched your back from the harsh bending he put you through.
He wants to see you break, to make you stop this madness; the madness being you treating him like an actual person, not the stoneheart or eccentric gambler.
But he can't.
For the first time in his life, he starts thrusting slowly, gently, making sure you're handled with care, as if you're porcelain.
He leans down to bite on your neck, a part of him wanting to claim you. He's never owned anything that was truly his, that never left him. So when you stare at him with a gaze full of lustâ is when he realised he could have something for himself.
âpapâ, âpapâ, âpapâ, sweat trickled down his forehead as his digits snaked to your spent clit, the stimulation sending you over to the edge, is it so selfish to have you, is it so selfish to want you as his own?
Aventurine does a pretty good job of pushing people away, no one ever had good intentions with his heart.
For a man who never shuts up, the words are stuck in his throatâ are they tears? No, no, he spent enough tears on the day of his capture of his old Master. So why?
âI'm closeâfuckâŚâ, you sigh between gritted teeth, Aventurine lifted your legs onto his shoulders to hit that spongy spot deeper. It's too much.
Only your wanton moans were heard in his usually empty apartment room. He'd take you out usually in fancy hotels, drowning you in riches till you forget how to breathe, making sure you're taken care of. He's silent.
Your hole melted around his shaft, it felt utterly lewd on how he shaped your walls to the size of his cock, he can't bear to lose anyone anymore.
As selfish, as shameless as it seems, he grinds his hips faster into yours, the palm of his hand squeezing your tit harshly as he wantsâ no he needs to destroy you.
âOhâ fuck!â, a wave of pleasure washes over you, enough to drown out your senses and any other thoughts in your mind.
Despite this, he continues to move.
His eyes blown out as he desperately chases his high, fuck. Was it really selfish to just taint every part of you as his so no one would ever dare take you away?
Tears well up his eyes, not because you feel good, but because of how damn good you are at breaking him with that stupidly lovesick stare of yours.
He needs to paint your walls white, to litter your skin with enough marksâ inflict enough pain on you to make sure he's truly yours.
The bed shook with his harsh thrusting, was he really making love to you or was he just trying to destroy you enough to be sure he can call you his? He doesn't know, he thinks it's the latter.
With one more thrust, he never wants to leave this dream. Your eyes rolling to the back of your hand, those gentle hands who cup his cheeks to comfort him now harshly gripping on the sheets, the way you clench down on his cock like a viceâ he feels wanted.
Even if it's just your body that wants him, it's enough.
But you always give more than what you should.
He smirks when he sees you writhing under him desperately, he's painted your walls white he's happy that he's destroyed you for any other man you'll ever meet again.
No matter how fucked out you are, you still had it in you to pull him towards you, to land a sweet kiss that he swears was just a dream.
Why can't you just stop looking at him that way?
âI love you,â again, a whisper so quiet yet it's all he could hear. He bites his lip in anxiety, âStop saying that.â
âWhy?â, why exactly?
âJust stop,â none of you moved. It felt good being inside you, just plugging your used cunt to keep his cum in there.
âI don't care, I love youâ
He wants to scream, shout, and be angry with you. An aventurine stone is durable enough to withstand being worn in jewellery; it is relatively hard, so it should not break or crack easily.
But when you're under him, every second, it's like he's about to crack, so close to breaking.
He's being so out of character, he thinks.
He chewed his lip, the sight of you making him feel nauseous. You're as gentle as the sun, so why stick to him, why burn him until there's no more of him left?
Do you take pleasure in this madness? Will you leave him just like everyone else? He thinks you're a mind reader, because how else would you know what he's thinking?
âI'm not going anywhereâ, you give his arm a reassuring squeeze but it's not enough, âStop, stop lying to meââ, âI'm not.â
Droplets of tears taint your skin, it burns more than any other hickey or scar he could ever give you, âWhy would I lie to you?â
Time and time again, no matter how many times he tries to break you, to own you, it's always you who wins. He might ruin you for any other man, but you'll crush him like selenite under a hydraulic press.
He can break your body, he can hurt and use you but he'll always be on the losing end because it would mean losing you.
Again, you find a way to break him with a few words, âI love you.â
It's not a promise, it's your truth.
Like the pathetic man he is, he cries. âWhy are you doing this to me?â
âI don't want to hurt youâ, but you are. You are giving him something to own, not just your body, your love and soul. And for everything he can own, it's something he can lose.
âDon't do this,â he starts moving again, maybe it'll be enough to drown out his tears with pleasure.
Fuckâ he flipped you over, then brutally jutting his hips into yours. He doesn't want to see your face, it's the last thing he needs to see. âA-avenâŚâ
It feels good enough, good enough to forget the nonsense you kept spouting out earlier.
âShut up, just shut up.â He's far from gentle, he needs to break you, he'll succeed this time.
He fucks into you with vigor, eyes trained on the bouncing of your ass, the pad of his palm slapping it brutally, leaving a fading red on the supple skin.
âWhy do you do this to me?â his voice raspy as his throat burned from tears, from your kindness, âDo you really want to see me break?â
You stay silent, letting him destroy your body, letting him slap each and every crevice, every nook and cranny of your body; because he needs it.
You try to ignore the tears that dripped on your back, his aggressive grab on your waist. He cries.
His voice going hoarse, his egocentric behaviour no more, âAnswer me!â
You lowered your head as he destroyed your cunt from the back, why can't he just stop this? Both of you are breaking.
The more he tries to break you, he kills himself.
âPlease,â his ministrations slowing for a moment to let you think, you cannot ignore his pleas.
Out of common courtesy in a conversation to reply, âIt's not my fault you are.â
Ah.
âI hate youâ,â âAventurine, stop.â
Your walls clamp down on his length, he goes faster, pulling your hair. At this point, he's trying to kill you, not just break you.
âShut up, pleaseâŚâ he begs again.
âpapâ, âpapâ, âpapâ, you oblige and don't say a word. One more, one more. You can't see his face but his breaths got heavier, you know he's crying too.
Like a frenzied man, he goes faster until you can no longer take. He wants you to leave him so he doesn't have to lose you the way he's lost every other thing he's loved.
Cum spurted on the bedsheets, a trademark for your stupid little affair.
He pulls out, no longer wanting to be close to you, âDon't go,â are you out of your mind? No matter how many times he tries to push you away, you keep pulling him towards you.
âI can't promise that.â he gives in.
âYou don't have to, just stay.â
âI have to go.â
âPlease.â
Just this once, it's okay to indulge in you.
He stares at you with half-lidded eyes, desperate for validation. You stare back into his, with empty ones. Without a second thought, you hugged him, he knows you're all just a fleeting dream.
He shudders against your touch when you leave familiar kisses on his neck, dangerously close to the barcode of ownership of IPC on him. He can't bring himself to tell you to stop.
For all his life, he was Aventurine first, never Kakavasha. Tonight, he is not an Aventurine. Not the stoneheart, not the IPC's ornament. He is yours.
Enough time passed that you fell asleep, he draped the comforter on your used body. He can't bring himself to give you a final goodbye kiss.
He closes the door quietly, knowing there won't be a next time.
A voice rings in his ears, âDid you enjoy your dream? If so, leave a 5 star review!â
He sighs to himself, exiting the dreamscape.
Note: it's kinda meh since it was just a spur of the moment kinda fic and i forgot how to write good smut since its been a while đ. I hope its okay.
Written by @khuzena. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. âĄ
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Hello! I love your works! đ For request how about some fluff with Kabukimono/Kunikuzushi who wasn't abandoned by Ei and he lives in her temple? The reader is personal maid that takes care of Kuni and she has a lil crush on him ? Kuni is not aware of warm feelings he feels for her too! If it's not in your taste that's okay! I wish you and your family to always be healthy!
Oh God, this is so interesting I might get carried away. This is the problem with me and requests I find interesting. I just spend all my time working on ONE request lollllll. I'm so weak, I apologize.
Thank you for sticking with me, by the way. Appreciate the support.
Premise:
Kunikuzushi calls Raiden by "Ei" and sees her more of a sister than a "mother"
He houses the electro gnosis and it hasn't been taken away
Reader is a vision holder, but is not a fighter. More of a healer/support type of person.
He has his own quarters in Tenshukaku but for the purpose of the story his main home would be Shakkei Pavilion
Reader is not the only maid/servant he has.
I'm assuming that Kunikuzushi is way softer than "Scaramouche", but inherently there's still a hint of mischief and trickery in his ways.
Warnings:
I think I may have taken this too far and she's hardly a personal "maid" anymore >_> sorry I hope you still like it.
Story and headcanons start here:
The traits of a Kunikuzushi in love
Does not treat you like a maid.
"What're you doing?" he asks, eyeing the tea you place on the table, then darting up to meet your confused expression.
"...Giving you your daily tea?" You squeak out. You'd been new to the job. Probably a month or two in, and this was one of the daily routines that you had to do and prepare for. Every day was a different blend of tea, sometimes he requested for certain ones. You didn't think there was anything different about the way you did things today.
"Yes, thank you," he adds, but still stares straight at you. "But I meant why are you leaving?"
You blink. It feels like an eternity of silence passes for you didn't have an answer, but he fills it with his voice once again. "Sit down and join me, there isn't anything else for you to do, is there?"
Awkwardly, you slide onto the free zabuton adjacent to him. He calls for another maid, who enters with her head bowed. "...Kindly get another teacup for Y/N,"
"Oh, no, that's alright. I don't need--" you start, but the maid exits and Kunikuzushi abruptly starts talking again. "Ei says that you were hired to be my personal maid,"
You shift in your seat, still not certain about what you're supposed to do in this situation. "Yes, Young Master,"
His face curls into distaste, something about the title makes him uncomfortable but he doesn't protest. "In that case there isn't anything else for you to do except to cater to me, correct?"
You only think for a second. "...That would be...technically correct, yes,"
He hums and continues with what he was doing beforehand, practicing brushstrokes with black ink and parchment paper. "Then join me for tea, and let me know if my handwriting has improved,"
2. Gets irritated when you're on a day off
"Is there something wrong?" Ei asks, her eyes still closed. She peeks an eye open to look at Kunikuzushi's slightly annoyed expression and furrowed brows, then closes her eye again.
"Not at all, sister," but his tone is flat and he had not taken another sip of the tea served with his breakfast today.
There's a few seconds of silence followed by a hum from the Raiden Shogun. "...Then what is the ominous presence coming from your person, little one?"
There's a soft grunt, followed by shifting, a small sigh and a sort of huff. Ei is surprised every day by how much expression Kunikuzushi shows. She had always thought he was fragile, but perhaps he was slowly building his own personality. She finally opens her eyes when she hears a sort of mumble directed at her, she asks for it to be repeated again, as she hadn't heard it clearly.
"...This isn't how Y/N makes my tea," He looked to be a spoiled prince at that moment and it takes a lot for Ei not to break out into a chuckle at his statement.
"There's no way for them to always be around you, Kuni. Y/N deserves to rest from time to time," she states, starting on her own breakfast. There he goes again with that tiny huff, but he doesn't complain more, and opts to keep his mouth shut.
3. is more energetic when you're around--and his sister finally notices
The training session started rather early today. Though you sat on the sidelines watching Ei and Kunikuzushi battle it out, you had gotten used to the clash of electro against electro by this point.
At the beginning it was rather frightening, the sheer amount of power the two of them combined had. You were once scared to be struck by lightning on accident, now it was almost comforting to be around.
"You seem to have more reserves of energy on certain days," Ei exclaims as she sheathes her sword to mark the end of training. You might have imagined it, but you thought her eyes flick over to you for the fastest second.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about, sister. It's just like any other day," Kunikuzushi slightly pants, catching his breath. You take that as a signal to stand and bow, then entering the training ring with a cloth in hand.
You scurry over next to him, and offer the cloth for him to take. He takes it with a slight smile, "Thank you, Y/N," and you nod in response.
"I have your change of clothes ready at the hot springs," you say and he always feel a sense of relief that you've got things under control and ready for him, specially after a long training session.
He thanks you again, and excuses himself. "I'll see you outside then, I won't be long," he promises, despite the fact that you've always told him he can take his time to freshen up.
He disappears first, and you bow towards the Raiden before turning to follow him.
"Y/N," the Raiden calls out to you just as Kunikuzushi leaves the room. You stop in your tracks and turn back around. You almost know what she's about to say.
"...Don't forget, what you were tasked to do, when the time arises," The Raiden whispers. There's a sort of melancholy in the way she says it but a definite determination in the way you answer.
"Of course, your grace,"
4. Feels a sense of insecurity when someone else shows interest towards you.
Despite your title being a "maid" you didn't wear the same purple uniform that all the servants were made to wear. You were still in uniform, but it was a rather official looking garb than what most had.
"It'll be a long meeting today," Kunikuzushi warns you. That was part of your duty now, tagging along wherever he went, and it was just something that he specifically asked you to do.
Diplomatic meetings were held from time to time, this time with a clan head. He was younger than you thought, with a good head on his shoulders. It was something about the import and export goods in the port of Ritou, something that you weren't concerned with, and something that you usually tuned out while waiting for the meeting to end.
Kunikuzushi doesn't quite know why he subjects you to such boring tasks. You could've stayed back at the Pavilion, but what exactly would you do there. It was just a different type of boring.
Contrary to what he thought, you hadn't found it boring at all. In a sense it was your job to watch after him and his needs, and so this was all part of your required tasks.
When the meeting was adjourned everyone stood to bow at each other, it wasn't at the last moment that the clan head acknowledged your presence.
"...Excuse me, though it's been a great chat and I do appreciate your grace's presence today...I'd been wondering," he motions a hand toward you, "if it was possible to grace me with your name,"
You stand there dumbfounded at first, until you realize he was talking to you. "Oh, me? I...am..." you hesitated because you didn't know if it was respectful for someone as low as you to even open your mouth. Each person in the room had their eyes on you now. Everyone, except Kunikuzushi, who had stared the man down as if trying to drown him in an endless gaze, answers for you.
"...This is Y/N," he looked to be thinking about what to say next. "...I'm indebted to them for looking after me all this time,"
"Ah," the clan leader pipes up, tearing his gaze away from you.
Ah what? You wonder. Not completely following the conversation. However, the next thing you know the clan leader had apologized, and Kunikuzushi abruptly turns and starts walking, leaving you to hurriedly follow after him in a slight daze.
5. Thinks about your well being
"Y/N, are you aware that I house the gnosis in my body?" he asked you one day.
"Yes, since the beginning, my lord," you don't know what brings this topic up. The gnosis was almost never talked about.
In the study, there's a moment of silence as he continues to practice his brush strokes. Each flick of his wrist is more precise than before, and you had the mind to compliment him.
"...If the day comes that someone attempts to take it... That's the only time I'd want you to leave me be. Do you understand?"
Your shoulders tense up for only a moment, your eyes tacked on to the calligraphic words he was painting. "...I understand,"
6. Wants to keep you safe
"May I ask your name and affiliation?" You stand at the main doors of Shakkei Pavilion. There are about 4 other servants behind you, standing straight and curious about the commotion.
"Signora, of the Fatui," An elegant looking lady, you thought, but what business could she have here?
"...and your reason for visiting, milady?" You attempt to be polite, offering a smile. Perhaps she was just lost...but that could not be the case, judging from the hoard of armored and weaponed men behind her.
"I heard that there was a person of note residing here," she smiles, her voice is sultry, matching the dress that she wore. She wasn't even trying to hide what she was after now. "I would like an audience with him,"
You turn your head the slightest bit towards a servant and nod at him, he takes the signal and proceeds inside the Pavilion. You turn your attention back to Signora and give her the most pleasant smile you could muster.
"I see. The young master is resting at the moment, I've sent someone in to check if he would like to entertain guests right now...but the chances are low. Perhaps you could come back tomorrow? I'll certainly tell him that you've come,"
"...Don't forget, what you were tasked to do, when the time arises,"
The chuckle that Signora lets out sends shivers down your spine, the men behind her start to step forward. "I'm afraid tomorrow would be too late, we'll welcome ourselves in now,"
"...Picking a personal "maid" was a long process, and you were chosen for a reason... When the time comes, there will be those who will attempt to take the gnosis,"
Signora walks forward, but stops in her tracks as a loud BANG BANG BANG resonates in the sky. Fireworks erupt, one by one, a cascading colour of red, and only red. A particular one stands out as it shoots up into the sky, it makes a loud sound, almost like its whistling and whizzing through the air, before it erupts, a trail of bright red smoke hovering in the night sky.
Signora scoffs and finally grins at you. "A signal fire. You're smarter than you look,"
"And if it so happens that we are far away from each other, you're to send a signal to alert me...From there on, what I need is time. Distract them, as much as you can, and keep Kunikuzushi away, as far as you can,"
"What's going on out here--" At the same time that Kunikuzushi appears at the top of the stairs. You turn to look at him once, and once only. You give him a reassuring smile as he asses the situation, eyes darting to and fro before landing on you.
"It'll be fine, milord," you whisper. He most likely couldn't even hear you where he stood. Perhaps the reassurance was for yourself. The ground rumbles, it feels almost like an earthquake. Vines, trees, roots, branches and leaves erupt from the ground behind you. Your dendro vision shines on your shoulder.
7. Won't let you go
"Y/N?!" Kunikuzushi shouts in confusion as the trees keep erupting. They become taller and taller, higher and higher and he can hardly see you now--
It hits him, what you were trying to do. This was a barrier to keep him inside the Pavilion, and to keep the intruders out. Out there with you.
"Y/N!" he starts running down the stairs as vine after vine weave into each other. He still has a glimpse of your back, but the shrubs and the leaves and the branches are closing in.
8. "Stop!"
The trees are higher than ever, forming a thick wall. His legs stumble, almost rolling down the stairs. There's an open hole left, if he could just reach it--
but roots start to swirl into it, he reaches, but his hand touches nothing but vines and soil. "No!" He looks up and around for an opening of any kind. There's none.
It's a solid wall of tangled trees and plant matter. He pushes into it with a grunt and it doesn't budge the slightest bit. When he stills, it's quiet. It's so incredibly quiet that one would not even think there was something happening on the other side of this artificial wall.
9. "This can't be happening,"
Is it a nightmare? He asks himself.
He reaches deep inside for the hidden reserves of electro energy, attempting to put pressure onto the wall, trying to get it to give in. He pushes hit after hit of electro energy spheres, and hit after hit it budges that slightest bit.
It's working, but not fast enough.
"Pathetic!" He says to himself, the words echoing into nothingness, voicing out how he felt about his own powers.
Had he used his full power before? No. There had never been a need to. Who would have thought he would attempt to because of you.
He pulls not only from his electro energy...now he pulls his energy even from the gnosis, and under no circumstance was he allowed to use the full extent of its power. Ei said it might break him...but how far was he willing to go?
10. "Just hang in there, I'm coming,"
The Raiden would be here soon.
Is what you kept telling yourself, despite your bruised and cut up appearance. It was easy enough to stall the Fatui soldiers. Signora was the real problem, and her pyro affinity was even more of a problem for you.
You find yourself cornered, and the crimson witch of flames stares down at you. "I'll give you a chance," she starts, voice amused and perky. "Open this wall, and I'll let you live. It's as easy as that. There's no need to throw your life away protecting the gnosis. You're young, a whole life ahead of you,"
You tip your head up, eyes blurring for a split second, headache worsening. You probably hit your head somewhere during the chaos. "...It's not the gnosis I'm trying to protect,"
Signora frowns in disappointment, but says nothing else. She didn't like wasting her breath. She lifts her hand above your head and you see a flicker of flames.
Then a bright light.
A bright, purple light, engulfing the entirety of the open area. The two of you recoil and block your eyes.
11. "Back away. Don't touch Y/N,"
You're too tired to open your eyes. But its warm and comfortable. The words and sounds just turns into a buzz in your ears.
A snapshot of memories race through your mind, little pictures of everything in your life leading up to today. Yet most of it consisted of your time serving Kunikuzushi. Tending to him when he was sick, pointing at the cherry blossom tree while out on a walk, looking at the lanterns during the festival.
You were not a maid. You never felt like you were. You were a companion.
Then, your eyes snap open. You bolt up on the bed you're resting in and instantly regret the sudden action. "Augh..." you groan, falling back down on your elbows.
On closer inspection, no one else was in the room. It was just you. You slowly put yourself down to a laying position again, staring at the ceiling.
What happened? You ask yourself, coming up with no answers whatsoever.
12. "You...You're alive,"
It all comes back to you when you see him standing by the sliding door, a cup of water in his hand. You keep each other's gaze for the longest time, until he slowly walks over to the chair next to you...and slumps forward to bury his head into your white sheets.
"...Are you unhurt, milord...?" you whisper, for the silence seems so fragile.
"...Physically, yes," he mumbles. "Mentally...I'm...seething with rage and drowning in...something. I don't know what it is, I just..."
You let nothing be said between the two of you for a few more moments.
"I can breathe now," he continues, and you stay looking at the back of his head. "I can breathe now," he repeats. "That's what it felt like. As if I had lost my breath and it was hard to breathe," He picks his head up to glare at poor old you. "and then I'm angry because neither you nor Ei had told me anything about a plan...If it concerns me, I deserve to know!"
You wince at the sudden increase in volume, and he apologizes quickly. "S-Sorry, I'm...just..." again he struggles to find the words that names his feelings. There's so many things at the same time, it was hard for him to comprehend.
You pipe up for him, "Worried,"
He tosses the word back and forth in his head. Is that what this is? Worry? An emotion so crippling that he was unable to do anything else except wait for you to wake up.
"...but why?" He asks himself aloud. You trace the expressions on his face. He doesn't know.
But you do.
You know exactly why he was feeling that way because you feel it too.
13. "Please don't do that again,"
He almost begs you a few days later, when you've made a full recovery. He can't bear it. He can't imagine what worse things could have happened if he nor Ei didn't make it on time.
"Besides, there's no need to... Ei confiscated the gnosis from me..." he grumbles something about a punishment for using too much of its power.
You hum a little, and repeat what you told Signora. "It's not the gnosis I'm trying to protect,"
"...I can take care of myself just fine," he huffs, catching on to what you were implying.
"Oh, then it seems I'm out of a job, young master! A personal maid seems hardly necessary," you were only teasing, but something sort of switches on in his mind. He looks straight at you, and without any hesitation whatsoever,
14. "You are always necessary...Lest I find it hard to breathe,"
This was how he described how he felt, in this straightforward manner yet long winded way. You hide a smile.
Perhaps he'll never understand his own feelings, perhaps he will.
For you, being certain about yours was more than enough.
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Poppy Seeds--Part Three
Inspired by TooManyPsuedonyms work, which in turn was inspired by @semisolidmind fanart/cabin!Au for Playtime Poppy. Especially these works today
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Seven: Music
As soon as Kissy found the old radio stuffed away, she was in love. Especially when you found the vinyl records and 8-track tapes stored away. Old records your grandparents had loved like The Mamas and The Papas, Abba, John Denver, and others you werenât so familiar with.
Soon music was always playing in the house as long as Kissy was awake. To the point that every time you were in town, you had raided the second hand store and old music shops for more.
Because it not only made the pink giant happy, but seemed to lift everyone's spirits, even on the bad days. And if thatâs what it took, you would be all too happy to accommodate.
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Some old song played, and something about it had everyone up and dancing. Kissy had Ollie in her arms, and the boy was giggly as the giant spun him around. Poppy was swaying by herself on the kitchen counter, though she seemed quite content by the smile on her face.
Dancing with Dogday was a bit challenging considering your size difference, but he was determined to make it work. And well, you had no complaints as he held you close with an arm around your back while his other hand encompassed yours.
Actually, you were in heaven, you just didn't want to admit it. The feelings in your chest had been slowly growing warmer and fonder for Dogday, but burying your face in his soft chest was making you realize what exactly those emotions were.
Surely this was just another side effect of the horrors you survived, right? Or just having someone so openly affectionate with you after being somewhat socially isolated the last decade as you hid from the truth you accidentally had uncovered at Playtime.
It didn't help with him always calling you angel, or following you around like a shadow. And right now, some of your favorite moments were just laying together in bed, snuggled closely and basking in the moment.
You were starting to fall in love, and you weren't quite sure how to deal with it.
His deep voice started to sing softly along with the chorus, and you knew you were in deep trouble.
Eight: Hunt
Feeding four people was going to strain your meager funds as a small farmer/rancher. Especially when two of those âpeopleâ were towering creatures with an appetite of 2 each.
You knew they could âsurviveâ off less, and they both tried to hide the fact the typical portions were leaving them hungry. But after hearing both Kissy and Dogday's growl loudly several meals in a row, you deduced that it wasn't quite enough. And while you had a large garden planted, it was going to be at least a few weeks to a couple of months to benefit from that.
You knew there were plenty of deer and elk in the woods this time of year--along with things like bears and mountain lions. So you had your gramps' old shotgun hanging off your shoulder by the old strap, unable to see either Dogday or Kissy but you knew they were still within shouting distance. Surely between the three of you, you'd be able to bring something in, even if it was something smaller like a rabbit or one of the wild turkeys.
Hunting was not your favorite thing, but it put food on the table. Besides, you knew Ollie needed more nutrition too if he was ever going to get rid of that sallow tint and put meat on his bones.
There was a grumble along with a crack of a branch that gave you half a second warning. You turned, not expecting the giant grizzly bear that somehow got behind you.
You swore as you fumbled with the shotgun-- you had been more familiar with the old Grab Pack than you were the gun. The grizzly huffed again and lumbared towards you far faster than you thought something that size could. You attempted a shot, which fired with a harsh crack, but it went far too wide.
You were dead.
But in a blur of deep violet, the grizzly was knocked to the forest floor. It took you another second to recognize Catnap as he tore into the animal.
There was a brief moment of relief⌠and then you realized you had just traded one deadly situation for the other.
Catnap eventually released the grizzly bear and looked towards you. You took a step back, even though you knew there was no way you could outrun him. Not here in the open where there were no places to hide. You could try and shoot him, yet that weighed too heavy on your conscience, even if it meant saving your life. Never mind you couldnât even shoot the grizzly at point-blank range.
Catnap suddenly stood on his back legs, easily switching to be bipedal⌠then kneeling before you. âSavior,â he breathed with more reverence than Dogday which was⌠was something.
âUh,â you answered intelligently, blinking at the giant cat. Savior? You?
With a sense of deja-vu, Catnap was tackled in the same way he had tackled the animal moments earlier. Dogdayâs giant paws were clenched into fists as he wailed upon the purple cat, a deep thunderous growl echoing from his chest.
Before he could do too much damage, and before Catnap could start fighting back-- you rushed forward and grabbed Dogdayâs fist and held it back. You knew he could easily overpower you, but thankfully he paused, looking at with narrowed eyes.
âStop it,â you begged, âplease. He-he saved my life.â
That seemed to get through to him. Dogday looked towards the lifeless form of the grizzly, then at Catnap beneath him. The other giant Smiling Critter was glaring up at the dog with the same hate Dogday was glaring at him.
You gently pulled at Dogday, and he slowly followed your lead, unpinning Catnap and allowing him to climb to his feet and brush off the dirt and leaves.
"Why are you here?â Dogday snarled, placing himself directly between you at Catnap just as Kissy arrived, her smile dimmed as she bared her needle-point teeth at Catnap.
Yet Catnap seemed unaffected, his eyelights focused on you, peeking out from behind your friend. âThey saved us. They are The Savior who defeated the false-god.â
Dogday relaxed somewhat at his word, though just a little. âAh, just as much of a fanatic as before.â
âYou deny their works?â Catnap growled back. âEven after the many works you saw yourself, you are a heretic of the true savior?â
âMy angel saved us; Iâll agree with you on that, but I know theyâre not going to be happy about that new title, or your worship. Unlike the prototype, angel doesnât exactly like sacrifices.â
âN-no fighting,â you agreed, holding on to Dogdayâs hand as you stepped up to his side. âNo killing--other than for food,â you tacked on, seeing Kissy pause. A deer in one hand that she had dragged like a stuffed animal along the forest floor. âOr for protection. And that goes for both of you.â
It was probably seeing you try to boss the two--both of whom were about twice your height.
You squeaked indignantly as Dogday suddenly lifted you up and pulled you close to him. âOnly for your sake, angel.â he murmured, nuzzling against the crook of your neck and shoulder the best he could due to both his size and also undoubtedly glaring at Catnap over your shoulder.
You could feel your face burn hot, but still gave an exasperated expression to Kissy, who hid her teeth and instead looked far more amused than she should have been.
Nine: Close
You escaped into the porch, desperate for some fresh air. It had been about a week since the Incident in the woods, and if you thought Dogday had been your shadow, you had been sorely mistaken. Knowing Catnap.was somewhere in the nearby forest left him on high alert and even more protective.
At first, you could understand it. You were more than a little shaken yourself. Especially when you would find random animals dead on your porch, ranging from rabbits to a moose. Dogday was sure Catnap was taunting everyone butâŚ
But you had cats before. And yes, Catnap was not an actual cat, but neither was Dogday yet there were traits that seemed too much of a coincidence.
For example, Dogday loved to be petted. To the point he often rested his head in your lap while you both sat on the floor to watch tv. He had that âmagic spotâ where his ear and head joined that when scratched would make his leg kick. (You avoided it most of the time, knowing he was self conscious of it⌠but sometimes temptation was too great to see that blissed look on his face.)
So you had to admit, Catnap acting like a cat⌠was not so far fetched. Bringing food (because they had all been fresh kills of edible animals) was a sign of affection in most cats--even moreso, you were sure, for a giant cat who had endured a decade of near starvation.
But convincing Dogday that Catnap meant no harm⌠that would be a challenge.
You rubbed your eyes hard with an aggravated sigh, hard enough you saw stars when you opened your eyes.
âŚor maybe not. You noticed a pair of eyes reflecting the porch light, far taller than any animal you could think ofâŚ
Slowly Catnap stepped out of the shadows, though didnât pass the treeline. Instead he seemed hesitant to draw too close, his gaze flitting between you and the house behind you.
Probably expecting Dogday or maybe one of the others to come out in a rage. Yet you could hear them talking and laughing as they played one of the board games (that you purposely lost for a chance for some fresh air.)
You didnât feel comfortable enough to approach Catnap, but⌠something about the lonely creature tugged at your heartstrings. Without really thinking you scooted to the edge of the porch, dangling your legs off the edge, and offered a hand.
âPsspt ppsspp ppsspp.â
The giant cat blinked at you, and for a long moment you felt like an idiot. Trying to call Catnap like he was just an old farm cat? Really?
Yet it seemed to work as Catnap slowly stalked out of the first, slinking low to the ground with his attention split between you and the cabin.
He really was an overgrown cat.
The thought made you relax some, even ast Catnap eventually loomed over you, head tilted in curiosity as if to say: âOkay, Iâm here. Now what do you want?â
âThank you for the presents?â you offered awkwardly, not sure yourself what had compelled you other than pity. âThe turkey especially, even if we had feathers strewn about for a while. They were quite⌠novel to everyone.â
Catnap appeared to accept the praise pridefully, standing a little taller. Without thinking (which was certainly a common theme tonight) you raised your hand to scratch his chin. He paused for a moment before sinking into your touch, a slow and deep purr resonating from his chest.
Oh. You donât bother fighting the smile as Catnap slowly slumped to the ground, looking as blissed with the soft scratches as Dogday. Though the purring was quite new, and where Dogday allowed his eyes to close completely as he rested his head in your lap, Cat napâs were only half closed, though the expression in them was full reverence and tenderness.
It was a rather peaceful moment--until the door slammed open. âCatnap!â Dogday snarled as the other giant Smiling Critter jumped, back arched and a hiss on his lips. âAngel! Are you okay?â
âIâm fine!â you answered as you jumped to your feet, stopping Dogday from going after Catnap as he retreated back into the woods. âHe didnât hurt me, see?â
It took a moment for Dogday to tear his gaze away from the shadows where Catnap disappeared into and look down to you. You reached up with the same hands you had petted Catnap with and cupped his face. As always, it helps him relax, though only somewhat.
âAngel,â he sighed, leaning into your touch, though not as deep as before. âWhy do you have to be so kind?â
You're pretty sure his question was rhetorical, but you smiled anyway as you rubbed the pad of your thumb along the curve of his cheek. âBecause no one else was.â
That caused the last bit of stress to ease, and he sunk deeper into your touch while wrapping his arms around your waist. âAngel, my sweet angel, you're going to be the death of me.â
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Dogday knew logically that his angel was as kind and merciful as their namesake. They wouldn't be his angel if they weren't.
But they were als very brave and foolhardy.
It drove Dogday up the wall to see them be so kind to Catnap for some reason. They had all done things they weren't proud of, the only innocent one among them being Ollie. But they had done so to survive. There had been no pleasure in it.
But Catnap⌠he killed because the Prototype told him. He had killed so many in the name of the Prototype.
He may call their angel âsavior,â but Dogday didn't trust him. He didn't like how his angel would leave portions of food out, going as far as to yell for Catnap to come and get it before the other wild creatures did. He didn't like it when they'd scratch Catnap behind his ear, laughing as the giant cat rubbed his face against them with a deep purr.
He really didn't like it when his kind hearted angel made a space for Catnap in the barn. Filling the area with blankets and pillows, and even a spare radio and lamp.
âI can't just leave him!â You argued with a huff later that night, dressing yourself for bed. âIt's going to get cold at night--winter comes early to these parts. I know that letting him in the house would be a bad idea--if he'd even accept the offer.â
Dogday knew he would--if just to spite him. Everything Catnap did, Dogday swore was for the sole purpose to annoy him.
âHe doesn't deserve you, angel. None of us do, but especially not him. Yet your so kind to him, going out of the way to make sure he's okayâŚâ
âI'd do that for anyone, âday. You guys didn't deserve the shit you went through, the least I can do is make up for a bit of it.â
Dogday hesitated as you climbed into bed, an uncomfortable feeling welling up in his chest. âIs that why we're here, angel? For you to try and repent as well?â
He could tell he struck a nerve as you flinched, and almost apologized, except the words got caught in his voicebox, twisting themselves into barbs to cut deeper. âIs that the only reason you let me stay with you every night?â
Your eyes were watery when you looked up at him, though there was that steely resolve as well. âYou know it's not, Dogday. You're⌠you're special to me. I wouldn't let anyone else share my bed⌠except maybe Olie if he had a nightmare.â
Something twisted and knotted in Dogdayâs chest relaxed at your reassurance allowing him to sigh. You echoed his sigh before patting the bed beside you. âCome here, big guy. It looks like you could use a hug.â
How were you so perfect?
Instead of crawling in beside you, Dogday decided to take that hug by crawling halfway atop of you, head pressed against your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
He could hear your heart beating, quick but strong, and simply presumed it was from emotions running high like his own. He didn't even realize he had nestled himself between your legs until he felt the soft weight of your thighs press against his hips.
Oh. He may not be human but he did recognize a compromising position when he saw one. Yet before he could pull away, your hands reached up and scratched behind his ears. âOh âday,â you sighed with such a hint of fondness he felt his tail wag in response. âYou havenât been feeling jealous, have you?â
His tail froze as he tensed, and he tried to hide his face in your chest. âNo,â he lied.
Your laugh made it clear you didn't believe him, but you didn't call him out on it. Instead you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. âGood, because that would be silly. No one can compare to you, no matter what.â
His face felt like it was on fire, yet his tail was wagging faster than ever. His arms tightened around your waist as he tried to press himself closer to you. You were his angel, his guiding light, and for you to say that he was special to you.
Well, he couldnât be happier.
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Heyyyy So um can I request a soft KĂśnig who takes care of u during ur period :>> like for example he buys u ur fav food and puts a warm blanket on ur stomach then cuddles with u ?? TT BTW I love ur writing so much :))))
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>cw: period, very minor angst because you snap at baby boy but all fluff
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KĂśnig came home from grocery shopping to see your car still parked in the driveway. You were supposed to go into work today and you arenât one to miss a day of work. Collecting the groceries from the trunk in a hurry, he walks towards the front door, eager to make sure that youâre okay.
Once inside he sets the bags on the kitchen counter and calls out for you, âSchatzi?â
âHmmmâŚâ
Your pained moan is the only response he got back. Quickly he climbed the stairs and went into the bedroom you share with him. He sees you in bed, covered with the blankets and you face looking pained.
âSchatz, whatâs wrong?â His voice more serious as he rushes to you.
Annoyed, you push him when he rests his body over yours, âStop!â
KĂśnig freezes confused, he canât think of a reason why youâd be mad at it and he beings to spiral.
âLiebling? Y/n? What is wrong? Please.â His voice soft as he walks to his side of the bed and kneels, resting his elbows on the bed to look at you.
âI started my period early and I just feel like shit.â
KĂśnig simply nodded his head while looking at you. He is aware almost every woman experiences their period, but he still canât help but to take the pain it gives you personally. He hates to see you like this when he feels there is really nothing he can do.
âDo you need pain killers?â
âI already took some.â Youâre short with him.
âHeating pad then?â
You look at him and then nod your head. Quickly KĂśnig jumps to his feet and makes his way to the bathroom closet. He reaches to the middle shelf and pulls out your heating pad. Rushing back to you he plugs it into the wall.
âWhat setting?â
âHighest.â
âThat wonât be too much?â
You turn and glare at him for asking a stupid question, as if you donât do this once a week monthly. Seeing your gaze he quickly apologizes and put it to the highest setting. You lift the blanket up and KĂśnig rest the heating pad across your abdomen before tucking you back in.
âIâm sorry you hurt so much.â He wants to kiss you but he knows when you hurt you need your space until you can relax. âDo you need anything else?â
âNo.â
âOkay, Ich liebe dich.â KĂśnig slowly leaves the bed room to put away the groceries downstairs.
You rest trying to push past the pain, the heating pad starting to help slightly. As you lie there you begin to feel bad for how you were with KĂśnig. He was only trying to be helpful, but you took out your annoyance with the pain on him.
As you begin to stand to go downstairs and apologize, you hear the front door close. Confused you call out to him, no reply. You stand up and go down stairs and begin to look for him and you donât see him anywhere. A panic sets in that maybe you were too mean and this was his last straw with you.
Feeling too many emotions, you run back up stairs and get back under you blankets to cry. You cry until you finally fall asleepâŚ
âY/n?â KĂśnig gently shakes you awake. âLiebling, wake up, I got you your favorites.â He canât help but to smile seeing your sleepy squished face, you look precious no matter what youâre doing.
You slowly sit up to see different boxes of take out on the bed, your favorite sweets, and a new plushie. Your eyes look up to meet his and he was looking back at you with so much love.
âSince youâre having such a bad cycle, I decided you deserve to be treated.â
Seeing all of this makes you feel even worse for how you acted earlier. âIâm sorry.â
KĂśnig tilts his head in confusion, âFor what?â
âBeing mean.â
âYou werenât, youâre in pain and uncomfortable.â
âYeah, but I shouldnât have taken it out on youâŚâ
âI deal with men cursing me out for being shot by the enemy. Schatz, youâre okay. Trust me.â KĂśnig chuckles. âNow eat, lets put on a show or move.â
He takes his shoes off and begins to pull his pants down and pull his shirt off to relax with you in bed. You sit up and grab the remote, going to Max to watch a movie. You grab the plushie he got you, holding it close to your chest as you hug it.
âHe better not be trying to steal all of my snuggles.â KĂśnig jokes as he gets into bed with you, wrapping his big arms around you.
You chuckle and lean forward to kiss KĂśnig. His lips meet yours for a tender moment until you slowly pull away.
âThank you for all of this.â
âAnything for you.â
You smile at him before looking away and begin to reach for food. He watches you closely and canât help but to feel overwhelmed with love for you. There isnât anything in the world he wouldnât do for you.
âI love you, y/n.â
âI love you too, KĂś.â
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âMaster me:â the Sub!Ascended Astarion x F!Reader fic of your nsfw dreams, update to âThe Rogue You Wereâ

Ascended Astarion x F!Reader | E | 5.1 K of Sub!Vampire Lord
Summary: Itâs all yours, the power, the wealth. But your Vampire Lord wishes to give you something heâs never given willingly before⌠his submission.
CW: NSFW, Dom/Sub Dynamics, soft!dom for his trauma healing, ThroneSex â˘ď¸, body worship, oral s3x, orgasm denial, orgasm control, âonly come when youâre told,â begging, pleading, whimpering Astarion, praise kinkâŚ
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For @marimosalad and @anaisbaillon
Continue and accept the gift of his submissionâŚ
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He has summoned you, his lady, his bride, his beloved. The right hand and consort to the Vampire Lord. Of course, you didnât come right away when the servant knocked on your door. He had been attending business all day. So many deals and promises and threats and examples to be made, heâs been attending from his throne all day. Yes. He held his court from his magnificent chair, staring down from his mighty gilded seat of power, glaring with vermillion eyes at anyone who entered the presence of the Ascendant Lord.
Now he calls for you, after hours behind closed doors. You give it⌠a little time. Not so much as to try his patience, but enough that you donât go running into his arms in front of all of Baldurâs Gate. A delicate balance, one you can excuse by flouncing your dress, changing the jewels around your neck. You settled on something dark and sheer and elegant, nearly see-through in places, enough to catch the eye and make the mouth water.
Make his mouth water. Thatâs all you cared for anyway.
Leaving your chambers, you sweep through the halls, every servant, every guest, or Patriar, or merchant in your palace stops to bow and curtesy. Careful not to disrespect you. For you are his.
You arrive at last to the large, thick doors to his great hall. You can feel his eyes on you before you even turn the corner and breach the room. Astarion sits, reclined. Bored. Distant. But the moment you sweep into his presence, he claps his hands.
Silence falls on the crowd. âLeave,â he hisses quietly. It slices through the din. People retreat in an instant. They cleave around you, separating around where you stand just inside the grand chamber, distances away from your lover, enthroned, and yet you can almost feel his breath on your skin. Even from here.
It takes but a moment for you to finally be alone. His eyes rake over you, his back reclining in his throne, his knee crossed over his leg. But his gaze is only on you. He crooks a finger at you as the doors close, pushed by his magic and sealed by his power.
It is just him now. And he wants you to come⌠closer.
You obey, feeling more than seeing as his smirk curls his lips and skews his brows. One step, then another, you climb the dais. Then, you stop. Waiting. Eyes locked into one another, his breathing is rapid and shallow. And you furrow, sensing something swirling beneath that cold exterior. You see it then, a slight tweak at the corner of his eyes, a clench of his jaw. And then he lets out a muffled, half-swallowed sob.
âEverything, my love, itâs all ours. Sovereigns of Baldurâs Gate. King and queen in all but nameâŚâ his chest shakes. His eyes, wide and wet, look up at you. âIt feels⌠wonderful⌠horrible⌠I- I donât knowâŚâ
Without another thought, you hurry to his side, wrapping your arms around his head, cradling him into your breast. His tears are wet on your chest. You can almost feel it, that facade of his power and callous attitude crumbling in your arms. He takes a breath, inhaling your scent, his arms clutching hard around your waist.
âI thought you wouldnât come, when you were late. For a moment⌠I thought you hadâŚâ he swallows the rest of his fears.
âI would never leave you,â you whisper, warming your words with all the feeling in your heart, running your hand through those silken, silver, unruly curls.
âI⌠I want to give you something, my love,â he steadies his voice, pulling back from your embrace, arms tugging you into his lap.
âName it, and I will gladly accept, Astarion,â you smile, gently, settling yourself on the spread of his thighs.
âI wantâŚâ he swallows again, his face so close to yours. Haunted, troubled. Something is gnawing at him. âI want to give you everythingâŚâ
âYou already have,â you smile sweetly, palming his cheek.
âNo,â he shakes his head, âI donât meanâŚâ he clears his throat, eyes scanning the room around you as the shadows begin to lengthen, the colors of sunset pouring in through the arched and vaulted windows. âI⌠we have won. I have power; influence, riches, comfortâŚâ his brow arches a bit rakishly, ââŚlove. I have everything that Cazador deprived me of for centuries. More than he ever did. I am the most powerful vampire in the realms.â
You pause. Waiting. Watching those eyes flickering with the embers of his power. His voice rings with his pride, those traces of shattered confidence evaporated. But then he looks square in your eyes again.
And all that pride and power disappear.
âAnd I want you to have me submit to you, my love,â he breathed, his voice hissing between his teeth. As if he is in pain. In agony. âI want to give you my submission.â
âSubmit to me?â you drop your hand from his face, letting it rest on his chest.
âYou are the one thing that grounds me, you know, that pulls me back from becoming a⌠the very thing I once feared. I want⌠I want to give you⌠everything,â he leans in to place a shaking, hesitant kiss on your lips, âI want to grant you even this favor, darling.â
âIf you wish,â you reply, tapping your hand on his heaving chest. âI do not require it of you.â
âI know,â he smiles so, so slightly, âthatâs why I can give it to you. That's why I can⌠trust you.â
Your breath catches. The need in his eyes bores into you. Heâs waiting. Waiting for you. For your command. âVery well, if it would please you.â
âGreatly, but youâll have to be harsher than that to make me submit.â He flashes his teeth, a bit of that wicked, cheeky flare you know and love in him.
âI donât want to be too harsh, I donât want to hurt youâŚâ you bite your lip, careful how you mention your worry. You can almost hear the ghosts of Cazadorâs voice from⌠you shudder to remember.
He purses his lips, thinking. âDonât call me boy, or belittle me, donât starve me, just be the decent person I know and love, and Iâm sure this will be pleasurable for both of usâŚâ
You nod, gently. âThen kneel,â you whisper. Sweetly. Too sweetly. He raises a brow at your tone.
âNo,â he pushes, that irascible smirk teasing and twitching the corner of his mouth.
You fight the foolish grin that your mouth aches to show. But you keep yourself stern. Commanding. âOn⌠your⌠knees⌠Astarion,â you order, warmth in your voice even as you bite at your words.
He moves you by your waist, reverently sliding you off his lap to make his way to the steps of the dais.
âToo far, my love,â you chuckle, savoring his quick little turn as you settle yourself in his throne. âThereâŚâ you give a sigh for affect, nestling yourself in the gilded confines of this chair, running your fingers over the gold filigree arms. âKneel at my feet, lover, and take that doublet off while youâre at it. Itâs far too expensive to be ruined by the things I am about to have you doâŚ.â
Oh, how he obeys. Shivering and shuddering in delight. A coy, contented smile on his face as he slinks off the heavy- embroidered jacket to leave in a pile on his floor.
Slowly, he sinks to his knees at the top of the dais, close to you. So close, you can see his nostrils flare with every breath, you can watch the muscles of his bare chest clenching as he sits back on his heels. He places his palms on his thighs, one on each, eyes looking right into yours.
Waiting. And eager.
You smile, ready to lavish him with praise. âWhat a good darling,â you purr. âQuite the sight, the most powerful vampire in all the realms⌠kneeling before me. It can make a consort quite heatedâŚâ you fan your face. âPerhaps I need to remove some of these trappings,â you pluck the black fabric between your fingers. Slowly, you slink the hem of your dress higher. Higher. His crimson eyes darting to watch your unfolding display.
âMight I be of⌠assistance?â He offers, honeyed tone even as he remains perfectly still.
A laugh leaks from your throat. âYou may, only, donât touch my skin just yet, Astarion. Soon you can, but not⌠nowâŚâ
You watch him rise slowly, licking his lips as you lean forward in the throne. His hands are slow, reverent as they catch up your hair to part it over one shoulder. The lacings at the back of your dress bared for him to attend. Itâs deliberate, filled with care, his long fingers deftly pulling the bindings out, lace by lace. His touch is heavy, making certain you feel his every ministration through the fabric of your dress. His hands skate lower, ghosting over the silk to your waist, bunching the fabric to reveal your skin, to expose your shoulders and arms.
You turn your head to look at him, rising to your feet. âFinish the job, my love,â you order, keeping that edge to your voice. Hand raising to his cheek, you caress him, softly, slowly, running your hand down the column of his neck to press on his shoulder. He smiles at your touch, slinking back to his knees⌠looking up into your face as his hands ruck your skirts in his fists. Pulling, shimmying your skirts to reveal the bare pale flesh of your belly, your thighs.
You step from the puddle of fabric at your feet, closing right into the distance between you where he kneels. Your hands bury in his hair, pressing his eager face into your embrace. His lips caress you, sucking and licking into the soft center of your stomach. His voice hums low, reverberating into your flesh. âSuch a reward for so little,â he whispers against your skin, âyou can push me harder than that, darlingâŚâ
âReallyâŚ?â You purr, canting a brow, mischief rising within you. âYou just be sure, my love to say when it is too much.â
âLike too much sugar in my tea, Iâll say when, I promise,â he chuckles, slow and languorous, his face creeping lower and lower until his tongue barely laps between your folds. His breath stirring in the soft curls of your mound.
âThen, darling, you can touch,â you step away, seating yourself back in his throne. The velvet lining cushions your bare skin, the metal cold and shocking to the touch. But you recline, the same posture he had assumed at your arrival. âCome and give me your worship, my love,â you toss at him, hearing his steps slowly round on you. His eyes glow with hunger, his teeth glinting as he smiles. He laughs, eyeing you as your thighs part for him to give you more.
His hands rest upon the tops of your legs, settled on his heels before your seat.
âTch, tch,â you tut at him, brushing his palms from your skin. âYour tongue alone, darling,â you smirk, watching your command making him fairly salivate. âSince you insist on using it, it seems,â you feign disgust, wiping the trails of his saliva from your belly.
He laughs, lowering his kisses to where your hand just touched. âYes, my love,â he clasps his hands behind his back, glancing up with eyes of red fire, making certain you saw his obedience. âIt would be my⌠pleasure,â he growls, nose pressing into where you ache. You gasp, the demanding dart of his tongue between your folds sending an instant curl of heat in your belly. Attentive, aggressive, he growls into your thighs, and you watch the muscles of his forearms clenching behind his back.
With every lick, he pushes hard, struggling to get just where he wants.
âSomething the matter?â you coo, sliding your hips closer to the edge of the chair.
âYou could be helpful and master me, you know darling? Give me a little to gain a lotâŚâ
Your hand slips between your legs, fingers spreading yourself wide after a few caresses of your own fingers deep into your channel. You hear his breathing heavy in his chest, watching every muscle in his body wind tight like a spring.
A predator who would love nothing more than to pounce and devour you to his satisfaction. But you pat him on the head, throwing one leg over the cool metal arm of the seat.
âBetter?â you dare, your answer is nothing more than his tongue diving with all his hunger deep into your channel, lapping and circling your clit, fangs catching the edges of your folds. You feel it creeping up with each pass and swirl of his tongue. So close, that wave of heat. You can hear his voice rasping, breath heavy as he works inside you. âTouch me,â you order. âDo it, Astarion.â
Released, his hands are on you, everywhere all at once. His fingers claw into your sides, tugging your hips closer. You slide on the velvet aimed right for his hungry, devouring mouth. Long, strong, his fingers delve hard and fast into you as he sucks on your clit. He groans to feel you tighten on his hand, to feel your juices flowing, your back arching and hips bucking on the seat of his throne.
Your hands fist into his hair, pushing him away as he insists on lapping you through the very last wave of your orgasm. He trails his drenched tongue to the delicate inside of your thigh, tracing a circle over the spot he loves most. âJust a bite, darling? May I have some reward?â
âJust a bite,â you pant, still easing down from the writhing muscles, warmth releasing through you.
His fangs pierce your thigh, a moment of pain, quickly masked as he slips his fingers into you again, crooking and stroking your channel.
âThatâs enough I think, for now,â you hum, gripping gently into his hair to lift his face. âI said a bite and just a bite it will be.â
He bares his teeth at you, the points of his fangs barely dipped in red. âDarlingâŚâ he pushes, voice barely more than a growl.
âJust for nowâŚâ you softly stroke his cheek, running the pad of your thumb over his trembling lower lip as he sneers. âJust until you make me come againâŚâ
His lips sneer wider, twisting into a barely contained feral smirk. âAs you wish,â he croons, âmay I use all the⌠tools at hand?â His eyes glance down his own body, his hips shoving against the bottom of the chair.
You tilt your head, feigning consideration. âNot yet,â you sigh. âBut you may kiss me, my love.â
The last thing you see before he pounces on you is that smirk that makes your heart rap against your ribs and sucks your breath from your lungs at its beauty. His knee shoves in beside you, his lips dancing and plying yours. The tip of his tongue darts between your lips, salt and tang from your blood, your cum, a heady concoction as he tangles it with yours.
One hand claws into your neck, trapping you, pinning you to his ravenous mouth.
Those fingers conjure magic inside you. Twisting and thrusting, sweeping through every ridge inside you just the way you like. Itâs a dance, the darting of tongue timed in perfect rhythm with the pumping of his fingers and the scoring of his thumb on your clit. His humming, growling into your mouth. âOh, so wet and tight, if only I could feel that same releaseâŚâ
You smile into his kiss, your hand grazing lightly against the cool, clenching muscles of his chest. Stroking, scratching your nails down to the edge of his trousers, you barely brush over where his erection stretches against the straining fabric. Those hips buck into your palm, making you press against as much of his length as you can hold. He grinds into you, his breath heavier than ever, you can almost feel his cock hardening, tightening, his every movement chasing his own release. You ease your fingers away, stroking just a single finger over the edge of his waistband, feeling the soft skin of his seeping head bursting out the top.
âMe first, darling,â you breathe between his fangs. âThen, youâll have to chooseâŚâ you graze your hand down your neck, ââŚfeedâŚâ You grab that bulging cock, gripping it between your thumb and finger to run hard over. He grunts, fingers stilling inside you at the delicious, painful pleasure, ââŚor fuck, my love.â
âBut first,â he hums, fingers renewed as he lightly tugs you clit, âyou come.â It isnât an observation. Itâs an order. He pinches you, hand gripped into your neck, holding you fast as you do rip in two, rent apart to shatter in his hand.
You gasp, panting, trying to strain and arch as you writhe in exquisite bliss. His hand stays you, pressing you to his shoulder, savoring the way you clutch your hands around his side, letting you shudder and clench until you are still at last. His breath rattles in your ear, for as relaxed and limp as you feel, his body writhes with his fervent need, bound and cramping with his unsated hunger. âIs it⌠my turn?â he hisses, teeth already scraping your neck, hands pawing your hair back to reveal that pale flesh he craves.
âSay please,â you give a single laugh, one you swallow the instant you feel his hands raking up your body, palming your breasts and plucking your straining nipples.
He swirls his tongue, bringing your breast into his mouth, one hard suck makes you instantly flush and writhing again. âPlease,â he purrs around your nipple. Fire floods your veins, his lips and hands kneading you, molding you as he waits for your command.
All you can do is clutch your hands into those locks, cradling him softly, moaning your assent. âYes, my good, good darling, yes.â You tilt your head again, waiting for his fangs to mark you, to claim his well-earned reward.
But the second you feel his low-throated chuckle on the top of your breast, you gasp, your breath burning in your lungs. Fangs slice into the sensitive softness, his fingers plucking and twirling your nipples even as he feeds from the blood that runs down into the valley of your chest.
He laps at you, greedily, famished, growling with little noises as he drinks from you, his consort. His love.
But you feel that power begin to shift, that possessive edge crawling under his skin with every suck of his lips and every clasp of his fingers around the fullness he caresses.
âEnough,â you whimper, hands pushing at the broadness of his shoulders. He resists, another long suck on your breast, licking at the blood that bathes it. âDonât be greedy,â you hiss, finally getting him to raise his face from your skin, his eyes glowing, insufferable and provoking as he licks his bloodied lips with a smile.
âYes⌠my treasure,â he fights to reply, struggling to find that restraint. You can see him gritting his teeth, concentrating on moving his body off of yours. His eyes spark, barely bridled power almost tickling your skin, but he manages to stand before you. Before where you sit, naked on his throne. He lets the sight fill him, his chest rising and falling as he breathes in your scent.
âYouâre so good,â you purr, slowly rising to your feet, feeling that surge of desire, of power swirling under his skin, as you stand just an inch away from him. âAnd if you stay good, I might even let you free thisâŚâ You clutch at his erection, palming it with a twisted smirk. Savoring the grunt he makes as you run that grip over his confined length. âYes, thatâs it, my sweet, sweet loverâŚâ You stand on the tips of your toes, craning to whisper right in his ear. âHow badly do you want to come, my love?â
âMore than anything,â he growls, turning his face sharply towards you. âIâd give anything for youâŚâ
âAnything is a lot, you knowâŚâ You smile, running your hand over his cock until you feel him shiver under your touch. Thatâs when the thrill hits you, the control, the power he has given you. Itâs⌠intoxicating, that restraint he gives only for you. That trust he shares only in you. The weight of that responsibility sobers you for a moment, and you break, reaching for his neck encircled in your arms, pulling him down into your lips for a kiss. âAnd Iâd give anything for you too,â you breathe into your hungry mouth.
âNot getting soft on me, are you?â he growls into your mouth, hips bucking into your waist. But the slight softness in his eyes makes your heart thrill, a look of total affection. Of love, swirling behind that veil of domineering power.
âWouldnât dream of it, not when youâre as hard as you are, my love,â you purr arching against his body. Heâs rigid, careful. Watching your every little movement as he breathes heavily under your touch. You stroke him, that soft fabric of his breeches straining at the seams to be released. Fingers slowly draw the laces out, one by one, your nails dragging sharply over his skin, as inch by inch, you let out that straining cock. As inch by inch, he grows harder, more ravenous, under your featherlight, scoring touch. You finally let him out, making him shuffle off the rest of his clothing until heâs nothing but skin and fangs and a ravenous smirk before you.
âSit,â you grip him by his arms, spinning his frame as you shove him into his own throne. His eyes flicker in delighted surprise, shifting his body in anticipation for yours to join him.
âYes, darling,â he croons, giving his ass a clench that makes his cock twitch and pulse. And you canât look away. You want this, so badly, your entire body trembles for him inside you, that heady concoction of your lust for him and his unwavering trust in you goes right to your head, and to your loins.
You calculate your every move, every sway of your hips, the way you let your hands caress your curves, tracing your fingers into your folds. And you savor that way he licks his lips, his eyes glossy with his need, his hands clenched into the arms of his throne. âYouâre trying so hard to be good,â you purr, tossing your hair down your back, crossing to slowly straddle him. You wrap your hands around his length, so hard, pale marble beneath your fingers. You give it a slow stroke, his lips twitching as he gives a groan of pleasure. âYou deserve some pleasure for all youâve done for me,â you lean against his chest, catching his lips in a shallow kiss. âBut youâll have to ask me nicely before you come⌠darling.â
Astarion whimpers, his lips baring his fangs as you raise your folds above that seeping head of his. Letting your slick just barely graze over him. âPlease,â he groans, a swiveling thrust of his hips into you, one you avoid as he tries to sheath into your wetness.
âNot yet,â you tutt, teasing that blunted tip over your clit as you moan, eyes shutting as you make yourself the perfect picture of reckless abandon. A swivel of your hips, a nibble of your lip, as you tear his cock between your thighs. So silken and so hard, you groan with each sweep of him you make down your seam, each tantilizingly shallow dip you give of it into the clenching walls of your channel.
âDarling,â he groans, thrusting up into you, claiming just a little more traction into your cunt, âplease⌠canât I at least touch you?â
His eyes are wide, hands still clutching at the golden filigree of his throne. You can see every muscle in his neck taught and straining, balancing on the edge of his submission and his overwhelming need to fuck you.
âYou may,â you moan, cupping his cheek, âbut remember⌠you only come when I say⌠darlingâŚâ
His brows tweak, pained, but his hands rake up your arms, ghosting over your shoulders to cup your breasts. Even where your blood is drying yet.
You moan, the little teasing of his fingers making your honey drip even more over his shaft. Itâs too much for you. So you sink onto that stiff and pulsing member. He bites his lip, clawing his fingers into your flesh, eyes half-lidded as he gives a muffled groan. His breathing is harsh. Unsteady. And you flash him a devious smile, just sitting on his lap, letting your belly stretch to fit that long length of his. âShhh,â you wipe the sweat thatâs formed on his pale brow, âwouldnât want to have anything this sweet end so quickly.â
âOf course,â he pants. âNot when itâs so deliciously painfulâŚâ his brows furrow in agony.
âOh, the pleasure will beâŚâ you sigh heavily, âfar greater than the painâŚâ his lips smirk as he hears his own words thrown back at him in your lustful voice. âOnce I let you have that pleasure, of courseâŚâ
His hands tingle, featherlight as they skate up and and down your sides, he softly holds your arms, bringing them to his neck. Reverent, gentle, despite the inferno that rages behind his eyes. He places a kiss against your arm as you brace yourself on his shoulders. âTake your time, my treasure,â he groans as you treat him to a canting of your hips on his lap, âjust donât forget about meâŚâ
âNever,â you groan, not at the way he fills you, but at how his arms wrap snugly around your waist. As if he canât bring you any closer to him. You move, grinding up and down on him, riding that length as you look him square in the eyes. At how they glow, how they brim with unshed tears, so dilated and dark with his desire for you. At how the sweat begins to drip down his brows, his thin creases at the corners of his eyes deepening their grooves as he twists his face in relief. In the anticipation of his building pleasure.
But he barely blinks, that intensity boring into your soul. You bite your lips, riding the ridges of his cock through you, every sense of your body uniting with his as he gives you his everything. You can almost feel his ascended heart in his chest beating in yours.
Your fingers lock at the base of his neck, clawing into the silver tangles of his hair, even as it dampens with his sweat. You grind on him, keeping your pace agonizingly slow, his poor, neglected cock so hard and so thick, you know heâs not going to last long after what youâve put him through.
But that only makes you smile harder, your breathing heavy between your grinning, slack lips.
âHngf,â he groans as you give an extra hard slap of your cunt on him. âPlease, my love,â he pants, nearly drooling with his unquenched lust. âYouâve had some funâŚâ
âOh, just a little more,â you moan, âyou wouldnât deny me a little more fun, would you, my love?â You give a breathless laugh, reaching your hand around beneath you to grip those smooth, tight balls of his in your palm.
You feel him twitching inside you, his manhood in your palm so hard and tight. Ready to burst. After all, he has been good.
You look at his face, strained and red and sweating. You watch the way he canât control his mouth, his tongue darting haphazardly over his teeth to lick his lips. His hips beneath you buck at random, hitching out of rhythm with how you ride his shaft. He has never been more handsome, your pleasure wave cresting at the mere sight of his unraveling.
âPlease, please darling,â heâs panting, hand gripping so hard on your hips as you gyrate, you know heâs drawn blood. âYouâre so good, so tight and wet. Please, let me comeâŚâ
You say nothing for a moment, letting your ears fill with the wet slap of your cunt on him. He begs you again, louder, his groans hurtling you into your own climax. You writhe. âYes, darling,â you moan arching away from his chest. âYes you may.â
His eyes go wide with your release, the centers so wide, so feral and unbridled. He shifts his ass to the edge, legs braced on the floor. Bouncing you, spearing you. Just that wild, growling, snapping desire is enough to shove you into orgasm. Every muscle grips around him deep inside you. You scream, pleasure tearing through you, but he doesnât ease his pace.
No youâve released him from his binds, set him free to fuck until heâs done. So you ride, you jounce, as he begins to hitch his pace. Arms clutch around your body, trapping you, supporting you as your own frame threatens to go limp in the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Astarion careens into you. âThank you,â he moans, over and over again. His breathing rasps, fast and hot in your ear. Deafening you. Overstimulating you, making your neck and spine twitch as he slams into you over again. With one last grunt, the loudest of all, he fills you, the heat of his cum spurting and slipping out from your folds. âThank you, darlingâŚâ he rests his head on your shoulder, an edge within him easing, slipping away.
Dissipating.
Dulling.
And then you feel him breathe. You can feel his heart beating into you as he holds you so tight.
Nothing but his absolute love, his submission, a pulsing rhythm between you. âThat wasâŚâ he sighs, his breath cascading down your front.
âDelicious?â you offer, stroking your fingers through the damp curls of his silver hair.
He looks up slowly, eyes soft, that same subtle smile that you would see from before, the one that would play around his lips when it was just you two in those fleeting moments on the road. Those moments that made you both who you were. Just you and your rogue. âPrecisely,â he purrs, catching your lips delicately in a kiss. âSo delicious, Iâm sure Iâll need another samplingâŚâ
His kiss turns on the edge of a knife, consuming, tearing. All fangs and tongue in your mouth.
âTut, tut,â you press your hands against his chest. âIf you insist, then at least let me take you somewhere more.. comfortable. Somewhere I might spread you out⌠tie you up, for once.â
âOh, darling,â he pouts his swollen lips with a langurous lick, âhow could I say no?â
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Thunderstorm (Simon Riley x f!reader)
Summary: Simon spoils his daughter and heâs always there when she needs himâeven if itâs because of a little thunderstorm.
Note: MW3 is coming, Iâll be back on my bullshit. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics.
âDaddy, please.â
That was it. Simon was usually defeated by these two words that his four-year-old used every time she wanted something. After all, he was his little princess, the sweet child who often fell asleep on the couch next to him in the evening, the one who held tea parties for her toys and him every now and then.
Since he wasnât home that much, and since he never knew when his luck would run out on the field, he treated every second with her as if it was the last time he saw her. You knew perfectly well thatâs why he always spoiled her, why she quickly became daddyâs little girl, so you never said anything to stop him. They needed to bond so she would have good memories of him, and you didnât want to take it away from them.
âOne day youâll have to stop letting her get away with everything, you know,â you told him one evening after he came back from his daughterâs room following a fight about bedtime that was over an hour ago. âWe need to set certain rules.â
âI know, I know.â Simon took his place in bed next to you, an arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you closer. âItâs just so hard to say no. I swear Iâm trying.â
You looked up at him and before you knew it, his lips captured yours in a sensual kiss that aimed to make you forget about what he had just done. But you knew better than to fall into his trap, so you pulled away with a delicate smile and gave him an understanding look.
âI know that, Simon, but we need to be partners in this. It must be nice to be the good cop, but sheâll become a little monster if we let her do anything she wants.â
After taking a deep breath, Simon nodded. âYouâre right. Itâs just so tough to be strict when Iâm away this much,â he admitted before placing a soft kiss on your temple. âBy the way, did you hear that?â You gave him a confused look so he went on almost immediately. âA thunderstorm. Itâs coming this way.â
Finally it made sense to you because you let out a sigh and said, âSheâll run in crying anyway. Go get her.â
He got out of bed, but instead of leaving the room, he just put his hands on his hips and asked, âYou sure? I will be the good cop again.â
âGo.â
âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
His daughter was terrified of thunderstorms. She had been like that since the beginning, always crying when lightning struck nearby, instinctively calling for her mommy and daddy when she was scared, or running into their bedroom right after the sound reached her. He knew she would grow out of this eventually, but until then he wouldnât want her to stay in her room alone.
Those nights when she slept in their bed between them were his favorites. Sure, he loved to be alone with you too; to explore your body over and over again, drawing out those sweet moans and whines from you, and seeing you fall apart for him. But being together as a family, having his favorite girls so close to him was still better.
Simon liked to think of himself as a good father and husband. He broke the cycle, he became a better man than his father had ever been, and every day he spent home with you two was filled with actions that spoke louder than words. He wanted the both of you to know, to feel that he loved you more than anything in this world.
When he reached his daughterâs room and peeked inside, he noticed that she was sleeping peacefully under the warm blanket. For a moment he wondered if he should just leave her be for now, but then he heard the storm outside and realized you had been right and this was for the best. So he picked her up carefully and walked back to the master bedroom, laying the little girl on the middle of the bed next to you.
âThank you,â you told him quietly.
Shaking his head, Simon leaned over to give you a quick kiss. âAnytime, love.â
You flashed a wide smile at him, but before you could say anything, your daughter turned on her side and cuddled up to you with her small arm wrapped around your waist. Simon was a little jealous, but he kept this to himself for now. Sooner or later she would wake up and cuddle up to him instead as she usually did.
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hi!! love your work - seriously, your vibes are đđ¤Š
could we maybe do one with sub!jace down with the stomach flu or something like that? all clingy and tired and doesnât want to leave your arms at all? just all teary and spacey because he doesnât feel good and just wants to burrow into your embrace and be held and soothed by you? and he just keeps crying out of the blue and youâre just patient and present? what a cutie honestly
Aw yes of course we can!! I love sensitive needy Jace so much and this is perfect.
Since there's no smut at all, there's no cut to hide between. Just some nice soft Jace vibes!!
So firstly, I think that when Jace gets sick, he gets SO sick and he feels so bad. It's kinda like a continuation of how he gets very sensitive after orgasms? As a whole Jace is just vert sensitive, especially with textures and touches? Basically anything that has to do with something being on his skin can cause a bad reaction from him.
Because of this, whenever he gets sick he tends to get body aches and shivers and his entire body just feels so painfully sensitive and achey? He always tries to hold it together until he's alone and then behind closed doors he's just so utterly miserable.
Before marrying you, Jace would never allow anyone close whenever he was sick. Even as a child, from the moment he was old enough to keep himself alive for a few days, he wouldnt allow anyone else close to care for him.
But then he marries you and gets a taste of your love and care which changes everything.
This time, the moment he realised he wasnt starting to not feel well he immediately went looking for you. It's not even something he's consciously decides to do, he just realises he's feeling sick and immediately heads to you because he knows you'll help him.
You take him straight back to your shared quarters and then try to figure out what was going on with him. You can tell he's definitely sick, the poor thing has a fever and body aches and can't stop shivering.
I also think it takes a lot to convince him to actually allow you to call the maesters to have a look at him? Whenever Jace feels sick he just hates other people seeing him like that. He really just wants to stay with you and be in your arms and have no one else see him.
Thankfully he does allow you to call the masters, as long as you promise him that you'll stay with him. The maesters come and give him some medication to take. He doesn't even listen to what they have to say because he knows you will listen and will ensure he follows the master's orders. He really just wants to stay with you and do absolutely nothing.
When Jace gets sick it's always awful because he gets the worst body aches and chills and everything that touches his skin feels very and, like hie entire body is sunburnt. When he says this, you immediately shuffle away from him in the bed because you think he's tryng to say you touching him was also hurting.
Jace immediately whines and cries and dives back into your chest, mumbling that he didn't mean you. You're quick to hold him again, kissing the top of his head and rubbing his back. He's just so overwhelmed and he feels so bad and if you move away from him it only gets worse.
I also think he LOVES skin to skin? You help him remove his shirt when he sees how sore his skin feels and then he kinda just... ducks under your shirt? You're very confused, but Jace seems much more settled laying under your shirt, his head on your chest.
He goes through different waves of feeling fine and then feeling so bad that all he can do is cry and whine. He's so thankful he can cuddle you and be with you and know you'll make sure he takes the correct medications at the correct times.
When he recovers, he's always desperate to show his gratitude and you always tell him it's not necessary but of course that doesn't stop him at all. Usually for the week following him recovering you'll flowers on your bedside table every day just so that you know how much he appreciated it.
(And of course if he ends up making you sick then he'll take care of you)
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At long last here it is, the unwilling sex slave of The Balladeer pt 2!
(note; It's stated in canon that Scaramouche of course refuses to allow himself to feel his emotions. So I believe that unless he was EXTREMELY obsessed with someone, he would probably just deny himself any romantic feelings and focus on his own goals even if it hurt. So I made my bro COMPELLED to love Y/N so he couldn't ignore his feelings. It's giving yandere but I tried to keep his internalized hatred for humans and mistrust of them as much as I could too. I have to get this part of the story out of the way, so I apologize if it feels forced or slow. I promise Wanderer will deliver in part 3 to make up for things though;))
The man who called himself Aether had stayed with you for the first few days after he brought you to the place called "The Grand Narukami Shrine" but then he had to leave for reasons you couldn't comprehend. You felt so unbelievably lonely and homesick. Longing for your master's embrace every day and dreaming of him every night.
You struggled to talk back with him at first, but eventually you found your inner voice again and were able to properly speak to him when he visited your dreams one night.
"Master I miss you so much. I don't know where I am but I want to be with you. I wish you were real so much! " You whined as you tried to reach out for the black and white apparition that surely was just a figment of your imagination. To your surprise he took your wrist and pulled you closer to him as his other hand found the small of your back and kept you in place. His monotone voice spoke in a shockingly calm tone this time as he whispered huskily in your ear.
"How do you know I'm not, sweetheart?" God this felt so real to you.
His lips trailed down your neck and his chin gradually came to rest on your shoulder as he held you tightly in his arms.
"It took you so long to speak to me again Y/N. Tell me, are you angry with me? Is that why you ran away?" He purred. An underlying predatory tone in his words as he turned to inhale the scent of you. Still not daring to ease his hold on you.
"No master I would never get angry with you! And I didn't run away, someone took me while I was sleeping! Please forgive me!" You pleaded. You felt him shudder a little.
"Liar. You left me to go back to that TRAVELER didn't you? Why else would you have let him take you away so easily?" He suddenly began to squeeze you so hard that it hurt. You struggled to take a deep breath as he continued.
"Don't worry, my pet. I will forgive you on one condition. Come back to me. I promise I'll let you off easy for this transgression if you just give up now and return home like a good girl ~"
You finally got enough oxygen to respond.
"master please I'm not lying! I don't know where home is or I would! Please don't be angry!"
He eased up a little. A soft hum leaving his lips as he then asked you something else.
"Tell me where you are then Y/N. Where did he take you? Give me the truth and I promise I'll have you back home with me before dawn. Speak my pet. Give me as many details as you can." Master sounded so comforting...so familiar. Archons you just wanted this nightmare to be over already so you could feel him again. So you told him the truth.
"Some big shrine. It's really high up. They won't let me leave because they say it's dangerous. There's also a huge tree in the center. Oh please save me master! I want to be with you!"
He pulled away then. A deranged smile crossing his face as his eyes dilated as he seemed to be thinking about something then. His voice was now shaky sounding.
"That place? Of fucking course he brought you there." Master started to laugh then. A very scary sounding laugh.
"He'll regret this. They all will. Don't worry dear. I'm going to get you back. Just stay where you are. I'll see you sooner than you think. "
You feel him release you. A terrible feeling of loss entering your body as he pulled away from you and disappeared entirely. You called out for him. Now all alone in what looked like a shadowy abyss.
Was this a nightmare?
You opened your eyes suddenly. Sitting up quickly in your bed as the sounds of explosions could be heard from outside.
You got out of bed and carefully went to open the window of your room and look out into the courtyard just beyond.
It was actual chaos.
Masked people were fighting armed soldiers. meanwhile several people including two shrine maidens lay dead in the sand as a fight raged on with no purpose from what you could see. However you weren't stupid and decided to get away while you had the chance.
No one had seen you yet and as you crept out of the opposite door to the small building you were in and fled down the mountain side, no one saw you then either.
Well you thought so at least.
You were halfway down when suddenly you felt a strong hand grab a fistful of your hair and yank you backwards onto your ass.
You looked up into the infuriated gaze of your master as he stood over you now.
"Well well well. Trying to run away again Y/N? And here I actually thought-" he suddenly started laughing again. Sounding very scary and even unstable as he suddenly kicked you HARD in the side. You screamed as his psychotic eyes leered down at you with little sympathy.
He rolled your foot over with his own and then began to press down on your ankle as he smiled cruelly at your tears.
You heard the bone snap before you felt it.
You were screaming and crying now as you felt him then kneel down and spread your legs before aggressively pulling your clothed sex against his own. He groaned before slowly grinding his hips between yours. His hands finding your throat as he began to use your body to get him off probably for the last time while he began to strangle you.
You tried to kick and fight as your survival instincts were activated then but it was a futile effort.
His hand traveled down your chest as your vision darkened then. Stopping suddenly as it landed on your lower abdomen.
You felt pain. But not fear as your world then went dark.
Your last thought being a pleasant one as your damaged mind could only be grateful that your death had been at the hands of your beloved master.
However things weren't over for you just yet.
You found yourself suddenly standing in the same shadowy abyss that you had seen in your dreams earlier. Except this time instead of Scaramouche, you saw a woman who resembled him in an almost uncanny way.
Scaramouche. So that was his name. Funny how you just seemed to forget for a while...at least your spirit could still remember your tormentor's name.
The woman with long violet hair suddenly turned to face you. Her eyes were kind. She even greeted you with a soft smile as you looked down and noticed a fox asleep in her arms.
"who are you? What is this place? Also am I dead?"
The young woman slowly walked over to you then. Reaching out as if to take your hand.
"here, I believe these belong to you."
You took her hand and suddenly every question you had was answered. You could remember EVERYTHING.
The vision hunt decree.
Scaramouche kidnapping you.
Miko leaving you to save your friend.
Aether coming back for you.
The child you were supposed to bring into the world.
How could you have forgotten so much?
The woman began to fade away just as quickly as she appeared then. A soft pink glow emitting from her silhouette as her spirit vanished.
After that you were thrown back into a world of excruciating pain as another bright violet light suddenly struck you in the chest.
"fuck. Fuck! Open your eyes damnit! Open them NOW! I swear...if you don't-" you slowly gained awareness as your eyelids flew open then and your gaze landed on a very disheveled and distraught looking Scaramouche. He had been pushing down on your chest. Practically crushing your ribcage in an attempt to restart your heart. Your body pulsed with electricity as you felt nothing but stiffness and agony in every inch of your body.
He immediately lifted you into his arms and planted his lips on yours.
Yet this time you felt nothing.
You wanted him to get the fuck away from you actually.
But something told you to hide this and play along.
So you did.
But it was too late.
He noticed the difference.
"You're acting cold sweetheart. Have I truly made you resentful of me this time? Oh well." He reached out to lay his palm against the top of your head.
"I guess I should've expected this. Don't worry, I'll make sure you learn to be a bit more forgiving."
You felt the tingling sensation you felt the first day he took you then. Your body wanted to relax but this time, anger welled up inside of you quickly, and despite your sore and broken body, you suddenly reared back with your good leg as hard as you could in the small space it had and kicked Scaramouche straight in the dick.
He dropped you for a second but didn't yell or even move. You barely even had time to try and pull yourself up before he was on you again too.
He wrapped his arms around you from behind. One holding your waist and pulling you back against him as the other went up your shirt and roughly groped your boobs.
His cool breath against your ear only disgusted you now.
"don't be like that my heart. Just relax. If I wanted you dead you would be. Though I'm tempted to choke you again for that little stunt you just pulled, I do understand your anger towards me. You should have told me before though my sweet. All of this would have been avoided then." He cooed as you felt his hardness against your ass then through the layers of fabric in between you both.
"ugh! Told you what!?" You snap.
You feel him squeezing one of your breasts much harder at the sound of your tone. A warning.
"that you're pregnant with MY child. Congratulations by the way dear. You're mine forever now no matter what ~"
This man was sick.
You immediately went limp and tried to loosen his hold on you. He was prepared for this however.
He almost sounded disappointed as he suddenly struck you in the head from the side with one of his hands. Moving faster than any man you've ever met.
His voice is the last thing you hear before you're knocked unconscious.
"rest my pet. You're not well right now. Don't worry... I'll make sure you're taken care of."
When you opened your eyes again you were no longer in Inazuma. To your surprise however, you were still... sentient this time. However you couldn't feel most of your body either.
In fact the only thing you COULD feel was someone's hands carefully caressing your stomach and chest as the other held you up from behind.
You looked around and suddenly you wished you had just stayed dead as you realized the new situation you're in.
Scaramouche was holding you in his arms as he gently massaged and kissed you as if you were his lover or something. What was left of you that is.
Because as you looked up and noticed the large reflective wall in front of you and saw yourself in Scaramouche's lap, your eyes widened in sheer horror as you notice that all four of your limbs had been amputated in your sleep.
He noticed your horrified expression and leaned down to speak to you in a soft tone which was unlike him.
"I know you're unhappy with me. And this will take a while to get used to. But if it means keeping you close and keeping our child safe from harm, then I'll do whatever it takes..."
You feel his hand slip under your dress then. You aren't wearing anything besides the thin silken garment and his fingers find their way into your cunt easily.
You watch in the large mirror before you as your body gets aroused and he plays with you in an almost gentle manner this time. Yet even as you cum on his fingers multiple times despite yourself, something inside you feels almost defeated in a way. Broken.
Is this really your life now?
Did you do something wrong?
What god had you angered to have earned an ending like this in the loving embrace of a vile man with a crooked view on love and family who claimed to only want to protect you and hold you close?
You didn't have much time to think before you felt Scaramouche lift you up a little and then slam you back down onto his cock roughly.
You were completely helpless to him in every way.
***time skip***
3 months have passed since you were made into nothing short of a living sex toy for the self absorbed and insane harbinger Scaramouche. Your belly was much bigger now and despite everything else, you found that in order to keep your own sanity perhaps, you learned to cherish the small things in your new life.
The man was very much willing to give you anything you wanted.
From the lavish silk robes and gowns he adorned you in daily, to the expensive perfumes and soaps that were used to enhance your beauty and soften your skin, to the pricey foreign delicacies he had brought in daily for your snack time and meals...it was very obvious that Scaramouche spoiled you and did everything in his power to make you comfortable.
And at night when he would visit you in his bed chambers, sit beside you as you lay on your new satin cushion and begin to kiss and pleasure you, you realized that you had started to enjoy it.
You had no worries in this world anymore. He handled everything from your medical checkups to your hair appointments.
You just had to rest and grow the life inside you for him.
You were getting comfortable in your new routine when suddenly one morning, Scaramouche confessed to you that he was going away for a while but would send for you in the future to join him in time.
Fear and anger immediately flooded your tiny body upon hearing this.
He was just going to LEAVE you like this?
He had told you that he would just be in Sumeru working on a personal project and that you would be well looked after while he was away.
You pleaded with him. Demanding to know why you couldn't come with him.
He just shrugged and said if he told you, you'd be in trouble. So it was better that you remain hidden and waited for him to finish things in Sumeru City first.
The conversation had ended there.
You were at a loss.
What was going to happen to you while he was away?
What about your baby?
All you knew, was when he left that night, that you had a terrible feeling in your gut.
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Sympathy for the Devil ~ Part 9



A Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic, based on @discoscoob 's concept & bot! Warnings: Donaka Mark is a bad man with a soft spot for you. dark romance, possessive behavior, nonconsensual voyeurism, red flag red flag girl!đş, psychological games, power imbalance, eventual dubcon/nsfw. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER!!!
one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight.
Nine. äš
You wake up the next day certain you will be fired. But when the axe does not fall, you relax slightly, going about your tasks. It occurs to you that maybe you should leaveâbut you donât really want to, and only part of that has to do with your fascination with Donaka himself. The coming weeks seem almost normal, and you begin to think that Mr. Mark decided to be a gentleman about it all, and pretend it never happened.
What a fool you are.
Your first inkling of your idiocy comes when you are called into Mr. Markâs office, after dinner, when usually you are hanging up your apron and calling it quits for the day.
You approach his massive carved ebony desk with folded hands, feeling all for like a naughty school girl. Donaka Mark sits behind it, every bit the lord and master of the house. He has discarded his suit jacket, the top buttons of his black dress shirt undone, so handsome it hurts. His eyes are sharp as obsidian knives upon you, and a cold chill runs down your spine as you come to stand beside him, as he directs.
That is when he produces the colorfully-covered journal you usually keep secreted in your underwear drawer, the little book dwarfed in his hands. Your heart does a swan diveâyou hadnât even realized it was missing.
He does not seem amused.
Maybe you canât blame him. In that book, amidst your more pedestrian musings and accounts of your day, you have detailed every torrid little fantasy your rotten brain ever concocted about this man. Scorching alternate endings to all your encounters in which you were too smart, or too much of a coward to actually see through. Not to mention, the completely fictional bonus scenes too. Itâs like an X rated love letter that rambles on for pages and pages and dear lord, itâs in his hands.
He throws the book down on his desk with a clap that makes you jump out of your skin. With narrowed eyes he looks up at you, his voice low and dangerous. "Care to explain this?"
Your mouth makes a perfect âoâ of surprise, your blood turning to ice in your veins. A flood of unbearable embarrassment washes through you, and you begin to shake like a leaf. Never in your life have you ever been so mortified, or, so angry, that he has that obviously private book in his hand.
"How dare you read that?"
Rage flares in Donaka's dark eyes, the muscles in his jaw flexing as he grinds his teeth.
"How dare I read this filth, written about me, in my house? I have every right."
You are quaking, tears in your eyes. The things you wrote about him in that diary...itâs not all filth. Some of itâŚis foolishly sweet. And he read it all. Your chest feels like it's pressed in a vice. You feel like you want to throw up...or just die, there on the rug of his office, rather than speak to him further about this. A timely earthquake would be most appreciated; a fissure in the floor to jump into, quite ideal.
Donaka takes in your reaction to his intrusion of your privacy with secret pleasure; he knows he's got you right where he wants you, completely at his mercy, humiliated and vulnerable.
He leans back in his chair, his eyes fixed on your face, drinking in your misery. "I read every single word," he delights in telling you.
You look away, utterly unable to meet his eyes. "Congratulations, Sir," you rasp past the lump of sand in your throat.
Donaka can't help the cold smirk that appears on his face as he watches you look away, unable to meet his eyes. The way you address him as "sir" makes a shiver of satisfaction run down his spine.
âI've got to say, I'm impressed. I never would have guessed your imagination was so...vivid. You seem like such a nice girl.â
A shuddering breath escapes you. Youâve resisted him all this time, taking solace instead in writing in your journal. It was better that way. Safer. But this man is not the type to be satisfied with just words on a page. That's why...he runs a billion dollar corporation, and you...sweep floors.
Donaka watches your defeated gesture, savoring it like a fine dessert.
âJust what did you intend to do with all this?â he asks.
âNothing,â you defend immediately. Dear god, you think. Please donât let this man think I was planning a âTell Allâ.
âThis is a lot of energy gone into nothing?â
He doesnât have to tell you. âItâs justâŚmy journal. To clear my head.â
âYour journal. Of things that never actually happened?â It sounds pretty stupid when he puts it that wayâyou feel every pound of pressure he puts in that statement, and you think you really just might faint right there beside his desk. âDo you actually get satisfaction out of that?â He sounds genuinely curious.
You close your eyes, so you donât have to look at his blazing dark stare boring into you as you nod.
âJust give it back, and you never have to see me again.â
He laughs at you, a cruel little chuckle that pierces you to the core. âNo, this little treasure is never leaving this house. And youâre not going anywhere.â
You can do nothing but shake your head, trembling in your very bones.
âYouâre brave in many ways, y/n,â he tells you, fingering the cover of your damning treatise on The Art of Being Creepy About Your Boss. âBut in others? Such a coward.â
Itâs the understatement of the century, and you canât stand it anymore. You turn on your heel to leaveâand a grip like iron encircles your wrist, so tight the bones creak. You get your first real taste of how strong this man is, when he jerks you down into his lap like you are a ragdoll made of straw. A yip of a scream escapes you, as he manhandles you like he owns you.
You feel so small, enveloped by his massive frame, his long arms wrapped around you.
"Let's have story time, shall we?" he says with a wicked chuckle, cracking the journal to a random page, and he begins to read the explicit scene you wrote starring the two of you, against the bookshelves, in the library. You can feel his deep, baritone voice vibrating against your skin as he recites, his arm around your waist holding you tight, preventing you from escaping.
âThe strength in his hands makes me weak, those veritable paws gripping my thighs and lifting me, the desperate fury of his kiss pressing me back into the shelves so hard there will be linear bruises imprinted upon my skin. Perhaps I will look upon the souvenir tomorrow with equal parts pride and horror, still unsure if I am a victim, or if I welcomed the beastâs ravishment with open arms. Both feel true. The lush wetness between my legs suggests the latter, and as he explores my center with those long, blunt fingers I embrace the prospect of my ruin, bewitched by his skillful touch⌠Sweetheart, Iâm flattered!â
You are dying in your mortification, your face on fire, your every nerve ending aware of this man. You physically cannot stand it, going feral in his arms, squirming in his lap like a fish on a hook, desperate to get away from this hell of your own making. Itâs like pushing on a steel wall; he does not give a millimeter up to you.
"Forget travel writing, I think your calling is the x-rated romance novel," he congratulates you cruelly when you finally go still with exhaustion. And maybe itâs trueâyou can feel the bulge of his erection pressing into your behind, and fuck if despite your desperation, you start to ache between your thighs, your unhelpful lady parts casting their usual vote for what is undoubtedly a form of suicide.
He leans closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Look how youâre trembling. Youâve tried to deny it all along, but you want me."
"I want you to let me go." You push at his muscle-corded arm around you again, fruitlessly. You havenât resorted to nails or teeth yetâsomehow, you suspect you would not like the result of such an escalation.
Donaka's grip on you just tightens even more, squeezing the breath from you. âYou knowâŚsomething about reading this makes me think thatâs not what you really want.â
Suddenly he stands, dropping you on his desk hard, tossing the little book away so that he can use two hands to pin you down. You might have screamed, had it not knocked the breath out of you. "I liked your ideas about this desk," he growls, taking your mouth in a punishing kiss, pressing you down into the wooden surface with his full bodyweight, his slender hips wedged between your legs. He kisses you like he means to devour you whole, starting with your mouth.
This. This is what you expected all along.
"Please, Donakaâ" you plead when you are allowed to draw a breath. But his fingers in your hair control your head, pulling your lips to his again. His kiss is fueled by a fierce, primal hunger, his tongue delving deep into your mouth, seeking and claiming every inch of you as his own. His free hand moves over your body, exploring and caressing every curve and contour, squeezing the soft meat of your bare thigh, sliding under your panties to cup your ass.
"I'm not angry that you wrote the words," he snarls against your cheek. "I'm angry that you dared to deny me, lying to my face while you wanted me all along." His eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense. "Your charade ends tonight."
âBut Iââ
You whimper as he tugs at your hair, forcing you to meet his eyes again. "No more excuses, you little coward," he snarls. "Did you think you were going to tame me with a potato chip?â
"I wasn't playing with you," you protest, on the edge of tears. "I never meant to hurt you!"
âHurt me?â His tone is incredulous, but in that moment it dawns on you that that is indeed the root of his fury. Heâd offered you sweetness, at least his version of it, such a rare and unheard of thing for him, damn near showing vulnerabilityâand youâd denied him. So nowâŚyou were getting the stick, and despite the flood of arousal between your legs, you werenât really sure you liked it all that much. There were no straight lines with this man. Everything was a jagged edge, or a shade of grey.
"You didnât hurt me, you infuriated me,â he insists, his lips on your neck. âYou knew what I wanted, what I needed, and yet you still dared deny me." He returns to your mouth, his lips hovering just above yours. "You wanted the thrill of bedding the bad man, but none of the blame. Thatâs fine, bunny. Iâll be your villain.â
At hearing that you renew your struggle, trying to worm out of his grasp.
Donaka's grip on you tightens even more as you writhe, his weight crushing the breath from you, his hips pinning you like a butterfly on a board. There truly is no escaping him like this. âGive it up," he admonishes, his voice a low, dark rumble. "You wanted me to make you. I read all about it, and Iâll give it to you, sweetheart. I'm not letting you go. Fight me, I like it. Or submit, I like that too. Either way, you're mine tonight."
Youâve known all along that he is a dangerous enigma, and that was why you tried to exorcise your desire for him in words on a page, and not play with fire, not taunt the beast and offer him your tender flesh because you knew you would get bitten.
But deep down...God, youâd wanted it anyway. Youâd wanted to know, just once, what it would be like to bare your throat to a man like Donaka Mark, wondering if he might find you enticing enough, worthy enough, to kiss rather than kill simply because he could.
âI hate you,â you hiss through your tears, but all you win is his dark laughter.
âYou wish that you hated me, baby. I read all about that too.â He kisses you again, almost tenderly this time, though his hold on you is still bruising. He kisses your cheeks, savoring the wet tracks of your tears. âDon't cry. Iâm going to make your wicked little fantasies come true.â
He kisses you, a deep, punishing lock of lips, and his hand disappears beneath your skirt. When he touches your soaking wet center he smiles against your mouth. You know it is not a nice smile, but still you moan as his thumb circles your clit confidently, as though he knows exactly how to handle youâas though you already belong to him. When he withdraws you watch with horror as he licks his thumb clean, his eyes all for you.
âTastes like little liar,â he sighs with narrowed eyes. âBut weâre going to fix that.â
You scream, when he savagely tears open the front of your dress, the black buttons flying to every corner of the room. He ducks to kiss your freshly bared skin, impatiently pulling down the cup of your bra, presenting your mounded flesh for his delectation. When his lips close on your nipple, his tongue flicking, you feel it simultaneously in your throbbing clit. An involuntary moan escapes you, and you know this is the beginning of the end.
âThatâs my good girl,â he encourages between ravishing your sensitive flesh, his hips locked against yours. âTell me all about it.â
âI do hate you.â
He laughs, a short bark of mirth before kissing you again. You feel him reach down to work his buckle and buttons and zipper, taking himself out with one hand, the other still holding you down. Heâs so impatient he simply pushes your panties to the side, his thick tip sinking past your entrance with embarrassingly little resistance, youâre so wet. He growls as he bullies himself inside, lost in the sensation of you, drunk on the heady high of triumph at last.
When you open your mouth to protest he makes the final thrust that fills you completely, tearing a sound from your throat instead that sounds suspiciously like enjoyment. Your head rocks back against the desk as your body adjusts to this delicious invasion.
This is bad. Very bad. But it feels so very good.
He pauses for a moment to savor it, looking down at you with a smirk, and maybe you invent it out of desperationâbut a smoldering warmth in his eyes.
You are so fucked.
âI just knew youâd have the sweetest little pussy.â
He kisses you, moaning in your mouth as he thrusts, losing himself as he wrecks you with his unfairly endowed cock. When his tip hits your cervix you flinch, your body still trying to get away, even while the rest of you has accepted the inevitable. âToo much?â
âYes,â you hiss, still writhing beneath him.
âBe good then,â he warns you, his voice rough in your ear. âOr Iâll have to punish you.â
He ducks to your breast again, his tongue wreaking havoc as his thumb slips between you, moving in time with his manhood stretching you to perfection, hitting just the right spot like he was made for youâŚ
âFuck,â you pant, out of frustration and need and worst of allâŚthe knowledge of absolute defeat.
You feel him smile against your skin, surrendering to pleasure while he works inside you once more. âSomeoneâs finally catching onâŚâ
You let out a growlâŚbut youâre not fighting him anymore, your back arched as you strain for the release that is building in your hips, that maddening promise of euphoria coiled in your loins, the gratification youâve craved from this man since day one. The tightening of your walls around him wins you another ragged groan, his forehead pressed to your breastbone as he concentrates on making you cum first. A part of you wishes heâd just get off and leave you aloneâbut heâs not going to do that. Thereâs no way in hell, youâre in his claws and so you might as well wring every little bit of enjoyment out of it that you can, before you meet your inevitable demiseâŚ
âCome on baby,â he coaxes. âGive me whatâs mine. From now on, this is where your pleasure comes from, and I intend to keep your schedule full.â
âThis is notâbecoming a thing,â you insist, short of breath, because it feels like heâs in your lungs.
He laughs at you, a wicked chuckle that raises your every hair follicle. âNo? Do I have to keep you on the edge until you beg me for it, pretty girl? We could do this for days.â
Is it possible, to cum out of spite? You think it might be, as you wrap your legs around his narrow hips in a bid to control the timing of his thrusts. He lets you, caught up in the moment you start participating rather than fighting. You clench upon his perfect cock buried inside you, desperate to indulge yourself before he can torture you by withholding it.
Your orgasm takes mercy on you, rising to the occasion valiantly. The rapture of it destroys you like a chain explosion, filling your loins before ripping up your spine, hitting so hard you arch and lift him from desk for a few, beautiful moments of ruin. He moans with you, fucking you hard as your needy, turncoat of a cunt milks him, sending him over the edge to spill inside you. He fills you with hot spurts of his essence, his powerful body locked against yours as though to make sure you get every drop.
For a few long moments he collapses on you, his breathing heavy in the bend of your neck, his lips gentle behind your ear.
âWas that so terrible?â he asks you smugly, sitting up on his elbows to sweep the wisps of your sweat-plastered hair from your forehead. You close your eyes, lulled by the unexpected tenderness in his touch.
âI still hate you,â you sigh unconvincingly.
âMmm hmm. I can tell. Are you on birth control?â
âShouldnât you have asked that beforehand?â
âDonât be smart, just answer the question.â
You growl, winning that smirk that quickens your heart. He just thinks youâre cute, goddamn him.
âNo, Iâm not going bear your demon spawn,â you grumble with an eye roll.
âHmm.â He smirks down at you, his eyes sweeping your face, then lower, and for a terrifying moment you canât tell if heâs pleased by your preparedness, or contemplating the thought of filling you with his child. The latter scares you more than anything else heâs done so far tonight.
Spitefully you muse, âI kinda wish I had a venereal disease to give you though.â
Now he narrows his eyes. âVery funny.â
âYouâll find out, I guess...â
He puts his hand over your mouth; it's so big it envelopes the whole lower half of your face.
âLetâs have silence now.â You glareâand you lick his hand, though you donât make a sound. He looks at it with a frown, then wipes it on your cheek.
âCome on.â He withdraws, righting himself, then you, papers fluttering to the ground as you make your dismount from the desk. Whatever he was working on is surely ruined by sweatâŚand other bodily fluids. He doesnât seem to care, for the smug way he smiles at you.
You might have fallen, if not for his strong arm steadying your shaking limbs. He gives you a moment to find your legs, and as you rest against the solid warmth of his chest, enveloped by the spice of his cologne, you are consumed by the warring urges to kiss him and to hit him. This man. This man could prove to be the death of you through confusion alone.
He tilts your face up to his, surprisingly gentle now. Itâs hard to believe this is the same man from five minutes ago, when he presses his lips to yours.
You try to button your dress, but it's a lost cause. Maybe it doesnât matter, because he is pulling you away, towards the door. In the hallway you try to break off in the direction of your room, but he snorts at you, guiding you in the opposite direction with a hand on the back of your neck.
âIâm not done with you yet, bunnyâŚâ
âDonakaâŚâ You only narrowly resist the urge to sob. âYou won. Just let me goâŚâ All you want to do is be alone to lick your wounds, and reflect on what the fuck just happened to you. Your thoughts are a complete jumble; you are a walking well-fucked vessel filled with shame and confusion and you hate to admitâtotal gratification. It all went by so fast and maybe deep down you wanted it but he just took you and youâ
As though he knows you are trying to pick all this apart and doesnât intend to give you the chance, Donaka jerks you to him, pulling you into a punishing kiss that melts your bones all over again. You make a small, kittenish sound that betrays your begrudging enjoyment. You swear you feel his smug satisfaction emanating from his pores.
âDonât you get it yet?â he asks you darkly, a dangerous sparkle in his midnight black eyes. âYouâre mine now.â
#donaka mark#donaka mark x reader#donaka mark x you#donaka mark x y/n#keanu reeves x reader#keanu reeves#dark romance#plz be warned#have you noticed how much donaka mark laughs?#he is a very bad man#and he is having a very good time doing it
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Avec Moi
Label Mature 18+
Summary
You are hidden away in Austinâs luxury Parisian hotel while he does his press tour in France. He tries to keep you separate and all to himself, the only normal piece of this life anchoring him down.
He sends you on a sight seeing tour preoccupying you for the day while he attends a photo call and his movie premiere. When he finally returns to you itâs almost midnight
Entering the suite he is so happy to finally appreciate you and spoil you, itâs your anniversary after all. Even though every day he loves you beyond compare, he makes it special. He takes your breath away with a beautiful view and an even more satisfying orgasm.
Established relationship girlfriend
Smutâ˘romanticâ˘gifts â˘traveling â˘morning/shower sexâ˘nipple playâ˘oral sex female rec⢠lingerie⢠blindfoldâ˘sex against a windowâ˘multiple â˘orgasms â˘cream pieâ˘anniversary sex
Inspo: Austin in Paris France? đŤđˇ Oui Avec Moi= With You
Avec Moi
Austin keeps his public and private life very separate. He values you as a treasure all to himself. Whatever career or life you had is now completely absorbed into his. He needs you with him at all times, bringing you every where he goes. You begin to lose track of the dates and times when he takes you on a whirlwind international press tour for his latest film.
You wake up early morning now in France, it is from a sharp knock at the door followed by a ring. Austin rolls over to hold you, the hot skin of his chest warms your back. He gives you a quick kiss on your temple before he climbs out of bed leaving you to rest.
You are in one of the most expensive hotels in Paris over looking the city. You arrived so late at night from your international flight you didnât even have time to explore the room. The suite has 3 wings; the master suite, the living room, and the foyer, there is also a roof top patio.
Everything is white with gold overlays. Ornate trimmings wrap every edge and panel up to the hand painted high vaulted ceilings. It is a Baroque, Rococo dream. Words you learned reading your guide book about France on your multiple connecting flights from Mexico the previous day.
Austin ties on a robe and leaves the master suite. He closes the double doors quietly behind him to give you privacy and let you sleep. You can still hear everything through the thin decorative doors.
âMr. Butler the hair and makeup team is here to set up may we offer you anything to eat or drink while you wait?â A woman asks.
âYea Iâm really craving some dark chocolate croissants, do you think you could get a few of those with a light breakfast, no dairy thoughâ As soon as he asks his request is carried out.
Within a few moments a bellman rolls a trolley in with an entire assortment of fruits, sweets, juices, breads, eggs,and of course his dark chocolate croissants. Austin quickly eats before his big day.
He opens the doors to the master suite and closes them quickly behind him. He brings his event outfit with him from the stylist, hanging it the walk in closet as you sleep. His hair and makeup team need more time to prepare in the living room. He climbs back in bed resting on top of you staring at your sleeping face. He wants you to wake up.
He plants soft kisses on your lips as you sleep arousing himself more with each one. When you finally wake up he smiles down at you eyes twinkling his new favorite dainty chain swings on his neck catching your eye. He knows youâre exhausted from all the traveling but he wants you.
âYou gonna be here when I get back later?â He asks teasing for making you travel so much. You sleepily nod yes. He pets your hair back lovingly and stares into your eyes. âDo you need money to go out today?â He asks gently. You nod again a smile forming on your lips. You know he wants you to explore Paris having fun while he works.
Slowly climbing off of you he retrieves his wallet and stands looking down at you laying in bed. He unfolds his wallet and pulls out a crisp bill. âHow much?â He asks throwing one note and you collect it. He throws another just as you reach the first. You catch it as it flutters down.
You finally wake enough to chime in âAustin how much are these?â He smiles as he keeps raining them down on you one by one. âHundreds I thinkâ he says not paying attention to the amount, more excited watching you climb out of bed and bend down to collect them.
He makes a trail of them to the lavatory. âAustin this is like a two thousand thenâ you say in shock holding the stack of euros. He pulls you to him with one hand the money pressed between your bodies.
He takes the stack out of your hand placing it with his wallet on the bathroom counter and kisses you. He quickly kneels down stripping off your silk panties from your nightie set. âAustin we donât even have time, you have a photo call and a premiere todayâ you say in a hushed tone knowing there are people working in the next room.
Heâs already absentmindedly kissing up your thighs. âAustin.â You say firmly and he stands taller than you peering down at you softly. âBut itâs our anniversary â he confesses smiling. You didnât even realize what date it was.
You smile back up at him appreciatively and give him a sweet kiss on his lips. âGo to work and when you are back weâll celebrate.â you say gently. You reach around him turning on the shower to move him along.
He mock pouts starting to get in. Before he does he pulls you in too, soaking your nightie top and holding you against him under the shower head. He drenches you completely. âAustin!â you shriek in surprise. He laughs as you smile at him heâs so so annoying when he sets his mind on something and nothing can change it.
He already has your soaked top over your head discarding it. He turns you to press your hands against the glass âJust real quickâ he rasps and lines up his stiff cock with your entrance. You relax and he pushes his cock fully inside of you until his hips meet the back of your thighs. You let out a soft moan and your clit pulses from the stretch of his size.
He waits for you to adjust, and reaches his had around stroking your clit as he begins to gently thrust into you. He wants all his cum out of him and inside of you so he can work clear headed while you fantasize about him all day.
He squeezes your supple tit in his hand as he bends you over. The time is ticking. You help him by placing your hands higher above you on the glass spreading your legs wider and arching your back down. He wishes he had a picture your waist and back are a work of art at this angle.
He gives you several good thrusts holding your waist, then pulls you back by your hip bones pounding his cock deep making your core tighten as you gently moan for him. He thrusts faster bouncing you against his cock to make you quickly climax.
âAus! IâmâŚ.â he pulls you back flush against his chest knowing youâre going to cum and strums your clit hard. You clench on him panting loudly and stifling your moans as you have your first intense orgasm of the day.
When you finish at your peak he presses your chest against the glass and grips his strong hands around your waist. He places his thighs beneath yours and plows into you repeatedly until his cock is swollen tight ready to release.
His abs constrict as he groans in pleasure throbbing his warm cum inside of you. He pants heavily as his hips falter slowing down.
He holds you still for a brief moment as you both catch your breaths. Once you settle he holds your waist and slips his heavy cock all the way out making you both moan.
He has to quickly finish rinsing off and leaves you in the shower. He rushes drying off and brushes his teeth before grabbing his wallet. He swiftly puts his outfit on in the bedroom to meet his team in the living room.
You finish in the shower a moment later. As you brush your teeth you stare at the stack of euros on the counter. âItâs our anniversary â his words repeat in your head making you smile. The wheels are already turning in your mind of what you want to get for him. You blow dry your hair and put on a simple form fitting dress. You canât wait to see what Austin is wearing he must almost be ready by now.
You slowly open the double doors of the master suite a sliver to peek. Heâs sitting in one of the ornate chairs in the living room having his hair touched up by the stylist. He is waiting patiently twisting the ring on his pointer finger around with his thumb.
He is dressed in all black as usual. Itâs a double breasted suit paired with what looks almost like a construction workers boot and you giggle at the contrasting styles. He looks over to the master bedroom hearing the familiar sound of your happiness and locks eyes with you smiling.
His face is so stunning drawing you to enter the living room to get a better look. Several of his team members are bustling about. You sit on the sofa watching him as the stylist finishes.
He stands to look at himself in the full length mirror inspecting every little detail of his face and hair. He finds everything suitable and nods to his assistant who brings him a heavy trench coat to complete the ensemble. He flips the collar up as he lifts it over his shoulders and the stylist fixes it back. She goes over his coat with a lint roller.
Your eyes wander up his tall frame, he looks so handsome and powerful. You smile to yourself thinking he looks like a Parisian prince when in reality heâs a talented American actor from Anaheim.
Everyone begins last minute checks and explanations going over each detail of the schedule with him. He interjects a few questions and then they are set. Security informs the team down stairs that he is on the move.
Every one walks with him to the door almost rushing him out with excitement for the day âWaitâ he stops looking for you â Baby âhe calls out and you hurry to him.
Several people have to make space. He holds you close smiling down at you.âI love you and Iâll see you later âhe says never breaking his gazeâ I love you tooâ you say staring up at him feeling so enamored.
He plants a soft kiss on your lips and holds his hands cupping your jaw lovingly before he lets you go. You reach and squeeze his hand one last time before he slips away. He looks over his shoulder and smiles at you giving you a wink.
Everyone exits the door and it slams shut to silence.
You look around at the palace like room wondering what you should go do. You spot your Paris guide book on the living room ottoman and grab a chocolate croissant from the cart on your way to read it. You plop down on the sofa and begin to flip through the pages as you eat.
Suddenly the hotel room phones ring all at once around the suite making you jump. You pick up the closest one.
âHello?â You answer
âBonjour Mrs. Butler I am calling to confirm the arrangement time for your pick up.â She says in a heavy French accent. You smile at her mistake calling you his wife but you donât correct her
âMy pick up?â You ask to clarify if itâs for you
âYes madame there is a driver to take you sightseeing today arranged by your husbandâ you cover your mouth shocked in delight that he planned this.
You donât correct her the second time she calls you his wife either. You look to the gold vintage clock on the mantle itâs 8:15 am.
âI can be read in 30â you say confidently
âExcellent Madame the driver will pick you up at the main courtyard in front of the lobby. Please take a moment to write down this information.
Pierre black Mercedes license plate AA229AAâ
You exchange goodbyes.
âOkay thank you goodbye â
âJe vous en prieâ
You are beaming with a smile. After you eat breakfast you put on your makeup and don a long back trench coat over your dress paired with slip on tennis shoes.
You collect your phone and purse heading down the private elevator to the lobby.
You find the car with the matching plate parked where the receptionist said it would be and climb in closing the door. âPiere?â You ask just to be certain âBonjour Mrs. Butler, yes I am Piere I will be your driver for the day. This is from your husbandâ he says handing you a red envelope. He begins driving you away from the hotel as you open it.
You slide out an elaborate crimson red card written in Austinâs handwriting.
It reads:
To my love,
I wanted to take you to each of these places with me but we donât have time during the press tour. Iâll be thinking of you all day wishing I was there. I couldnât ask for someone who loves and supports me more than you do.
I love you,
-Austin
Your pout your lip cutely heâs so thoughtful. You read his list on the opposite side of the card.
Arc de Triomphe
Fontaine du Jardin du TrocadĂŠro
Lunch-Francette
Eiffel Tower
MarchĂŠ Saxe-Breteuil Market
The Lourve
Dinner Le Garde Robe
You are taken a back It is a full day of activities when you were only expecting to be gone a few hours. Austin must really want you to enjoy Paris so you eagerly tackle the list.
You sight see, shop, and eat the entire day away. Ending the itinerary at Le Garde Robe winery sipping a glass of expensive Chateau Margaux. Itâs such a spectacular and highly sought after wine. You spend the remainder of your cash to buy an entire bottle for Austinâs anniversary gift. You have it placed in a wooden gift box with 2 Reidel glasses and a wine opener.
You return to the hotel at 10:23 pm happy, exhausted, and lightly drunk carrying tons of bags. You walk through the enormous beautifully decorated lobby down a corridor to the private elevators swiping your card and entering.
As the doors close you swipe your key card again to gain access to your floor. You rest back against the elevator wall with all of your new purchases in tow letting out a breath. Paris is definitely an amazing city.
You exit on your floor and head to the end of the hall for the VIP Master suites. You swipe your card and the handle whirs as it unlocks. You enter into complete blackness.
You quickly set your bags down and reach for the light panel. You click on the lights and look down realizing you are standing on fresh red rose petals, you gasp. You follow the trail of flowers into the bedroom.
The bed is freshly made with a black Versace box placed on top with a bow. A note rests against it reading âOpen Meâ in cursive. Your eyes grow wide from the surprise.
You sit on the bed and pull the silk ribbon to open the box. Your fingers pull up the daintiest black lace bra of a lingerie set as you read the second note inside âWear Meâ. You smile so impressed by Austinâs romantic gestures all day.
You want to wear it immediately and walk toward the lavatory. Until your eye catches the closet doors and you stop.
The closet is tied shut with a big black ribbon wrapped around the handles. It has a note hanging in beautiful cursive which reads âNO Peeking!â Your eyes light up with excitement, you will definitely wait.
You wash off your body using a new Parisian fine milled soap you purchased that smells heavenly. You towel off and blow dry your hair. Sitting at the vanity in the lavatory you do your makeup and spray your favorite fragrance and rub lotion all over your body.
Finally you open your gift box from Austin and put on your lingerie. It practically glides onto you the lace is so fine. You look up in the mirror and instantly feel seductive.
You see your pussy and nipples through the silk so sheer against your skin. You trail your hands on your curves. You look incredibly sexy and you smile to yourself, Austinâs going to defile you immediately.
You hear the front door lock beep and whiz open filling you with excitement. You are unsure how to greet Austin quickly grabbing a robe and tying it tight to make the lingerie a surprise reveal later.
You emerge from the bathroom hearing his voice coming from the living room â Baby did you get everything? Look at all these bags !â You hear him laugh. You peek shyly from the bedroom biting your pointer finger in your mouth cutely like buying all the items was a mistake.
He beams at you and you rush into his embrace. He smells crazy, like a mix of city air, his cologne, and light sweat. He looks exhausted. You hang your arms around his neck and stare at him in gratuity âThank you baby , for all of this. I love itâ he grins so big he canât make it stop. âLet me shower I want to spoil you some moreâ he says staring in your eyes with a hint of naughtiness. You let him go and begin to move your bags under the entry way table to put away later. You completely dropped them where you stood when you saw the rose petals.
Once Austin is out of the shower fresh and comfortable in black boxers he calls to you. When you come to the bedroom heâs waiting at the closet grinning , it completely slipped your mind he had another surprise to give you.
âDid you peek?â He asks as his fingers release the ribbin. He grabs ahold of the handles making you wait in suspense until he hears your answer. âNo of course not â you out right admit.
He pulls open the doors. The entire floor of the walk in closet is covered in rose petals. You cover your mouth in disbelief. âAustin this is too muchâ you say without thinking. He grabs your hand pulling you in. At the center sitting on top of the jewelry station is a large bouquet of crimson red roses as he pulls you closer to stand in front of them you see a red Cartier box resting on top. Your heart flutters wildly.
For a split second you think heâs going to propose but the box is bigger. He smirks watching you try to figure out whatâs inside. He takes the box in his hands and presses the clasps to release the lid and unfold the panels.
Itâs a pendant similar to his dainty chain with a diamond in the middle. Its so radiant the clarity sparkles flashing brilliantly in its case completely mesmerizing you. He sets the case down on the jewelry station and pulls the pendant out.
You turn to face one of several full length mirrors and finally reveal your surprise from him. You untie the robe and let it fall to the floor. Austin stares at you in the lingerie dumbstruck âFuck babyâŚâ he says low and husky staring at you as his mind wanders to fucking you until youâre screaming in satisfaction.
You pull your hair over one shoulder smiling at him to remind him of his task. He regains his focus and stands behind you unclasping the pendant and bringing it around to rest on in your chest before clasping it back shut.
He watches as you study yourself. You smell so good, you look incredible, and your body is covered in his gifts. His boxers are tenting with the massive erection he has for you.
Your breaths increase and your lips part admiring the reflection of how absolutely beautiful and stunning you look in the expensive lace lingerie and Cartier pendant. âDo you like it?â He asks as you lock eyes in the reflection.
You turn to embrace him kissing his lips, the real thing you want. He smiles against your lips knowing you like the gifts, until you kiss him so heavily he becomes aroused. He picks you up wrapping your legs around him and brings you to stand at the foot of the bed.
As expensive as the lingerie is he wants it off he wants to touch and see all of your skin. He slips his hands under you bra straps pulling them down reaching around you to unclasp it letting it fall to the floor.
He leans in and cups both breasts with his hands letting out a groan, they are so soft. He massages one and gently sucks onto the other flicking his tongue around the nipple inside of his mouth. He pulls his face back and laps at one nipple and then the other until a moan escapes your lips as you feel the wetness pool in your panties. He continues to lick and suck the buds one at a time until he drives you over the edge.
He looks up into your blown out pupils. You are panting in desperation to be filled with his cock, but not before he gets his present first. He lays you down and settles between your legs placing his hand across your stomach. He trails kisses down your navel to your panties.
He runs his hand up to your knee and back down your thigh between your legs. He hooks his thumbs into the delicate lace and slides your panties to your knees. âLook at this beautiful gift I get to unwrapâ he says mesmerized staring between your legs.
He pulls your panties all the way off and gazes in lust at your slick wet folds warm and ready for him. Once he settles back between your legs he places a kiss your inner thigh âMineâ he says peering up at you with a devious grin, you giggle at his possessiveness.
The sudden touch of his soft tongue between your folds ignites you. He eats you softly and delicately taking his time on you. It makes your heart beat so wildly you feel like it will burst. You look at his soft blonde locks and his angelic face. His are eyes closed as he devours you like his dessert.
You place your hand in his hair giving a gentle tug as you moan. You want him to know how much you enjoy the feel of his soft lips and tongue giving you so much satisfaction. He moans into you and your thighs tense from the pleasurable sensation. He does a few final licks and tilts his face up smiling at you. Your body is completely relaxed and ready for him.
He lifts you from the bed to standing and plants a kiss on your lips. As you stand in place he slips a black blind fold tucked in his waistband up to your face and ties it tightly to your eyes.
He waves his hand in front of your face checking if you can see. When you donât react he grins.
He turns off all of the lights in the room before pulling open the black out curtains flooding the room with glowing moonlight. He strips out of his boxers.
He takes your hands leading you across the room then he stops pressing you forward against a glass window. Itâs so cold you gasp as your nipples react becoming harder. He stands directly behind you holding tight to your waist line. His soft lips never leave your neck trailing kisses down.
His hands massage along your waist down to your hips. He slips one hand between your thighs grabbing a handful of your sex. You let out a breath as he squeezes a handful of your pussy and kisses the shell of your ear. The way heâs breathing and pressing his naked erection against you makes your clit swell lusting for him so badly.
He canât hold back either feeling his cock pulse against you. He widens his stance and rubs his hard cock on your wet pussy. A jolt of pleasure shoots up your spine as you let out a soft moan. He places one hand gently around the front of your throat the other he has on the base of his cock holding it steady.
He gently pulls you back by your throat lining his cock to your entrance to make you empale yourself on him. Chills expand across your body as you feel his tip pierce through your entrance. He pushes his hard cock through your soft walls making you clench on him and gasp as he pulls you flush to his body.
Another pleasurable moan escapes your lips once heâs fully inside. He caresses your throat as he kisses your temple on the silk blind fold. He pulls his hips back sliding his cock all the way out to the tip.
His hands grip your neck tighter as he shoves himself fully inside rocking your body against the window. You begin to moan uncontrollably as he gyrates into you.
He thrusts you harder into the window your tits pressing against it each time. It makes you so aroused that he is manhandling you. He increases his speed grunting each time he pounds between your legs.
Your core is pulled tight as a spark of pleasure ignites inside. You cry out his name in a desperate moan. âAre you gonna cum?â He breaths against your earâ âYes Austin Iâm so closeâ you admit as chills cover your entire body.
Once you clench around his cock his hand releases the blind fold from your eyes and you see the the Eiffel Tower glittering radiantly against the black night sky.
âUuuhhh Austin !â is all you can cry out as you orgasm. Waves of euphoria crash into your body at your peak of pleasure and he holds you firmer as you come down in bliss.
He gently gathers a hand full of your hair and sensually tilts your head back exposing more of your neck. He kisses your most vulnerable spot as he charges to release inside of you. He presses his thighs against the backs of yours and works his his strongest thrusts into you. Heâs so powerful you begin going listless ready to cum again.
He wraps his strong arm around your chest to hold you in place against him as you orgasm a second time. Heâs grunting heavily in your ear driving you insane. You love that sound so much when heâs about to release in you.
His grunts turn into deep moans. You feel his cock thump wildly inside of you as he orgasms spilling his thick cum into you. It fills you with so much warmth you both moan in unison.
His thrusts slow to a stop and he just breaths in your ear as you both come down. He places his hands on your lower back and carefully pulls all the way out. He rests his head against yours and wraps you in his arms.
âAustin itâs so prettyâ you say staring at the twinkling lights of the Eiffel Tower. âI was looking at you the entire timeâ he says with a loving smile. He tucks your hair behind your ear placing his face next to yours to share the view âHappy Anniversary baby, I love youâ he says gently in your ear where he plants a kiss. âHappy Anniversary I love you too Austinâ you say endearingly. A smile forms on your lips remembering the wine.âI havenât even given you your gift yetâ you say coyly. He looks down at his cock âI could go againâ he says absentmindedly.
You giggle turning in his arms staring up at him âAustin I have a vintage bottle of Chateau Margaux for youâ he smiles at you face blushing in embarrassment, sex with you is always on his mind. âThank you, I canât wait to try itâ he says bashfully.
You play into his wishes. âI definitely want to give you another gift after we drink it thoughâ You admit staring at him seductively. He smiles pulling you into a kiss. âLets get drunk and do it all over againâ he says excitedly. You smile and bite your lip you are absolutely drunk in love with him and would happily do it all over again with him indefinitely.
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Saxaphone player Gallagher has not left my mind since the jazz night art dropped AND THEN Robin saying Halovianâs innately have good voices and Sunday used to hum lullabies to her as kids happened in the 2.2 special program, and Iâm sure you guys can see where my unfortunate Galladay heart is going with this.
Whoever decided to make this art, I love you. I hope your pillow is cool every night, youâre never stuck in traffic, and your water is refreshing with every sip.
Also the art of Sunday with the White Gentlemen drink in the S.P.A.R.K.L.E jazz night event has also spiraled into me delusionally thinking thatâs his go to drink. Which is hilarious since Robin has hinted before that he seems to have a massive sweet tooth in her letters.
(Sunday how do you even make holding a drink menacing, Sunday please get some therapy-)
So imagine this:
Pre 2.0 Galladay, where theyâre both wary and suspicious of each other but didnât do anything outright. Sunday slowly began to visit Gallagherâs bar whenever he had time to observe the Hound, initially on the down low just to get a sense of what he was working with and what to keep an eye on. He always gravitated to that one corner booth that every bar had with the most privacy, and just stalked there for a few hours before leaving. (Smol menacing birb in a tree vibes)
Gallagher obviously knew that Sunday was doing this (even though everyone else seemed to somehow completely miss him, Gallagher wouldnât be surprised if Sunday was doing some weird Harmony mind tricks), and after the first few âstakeouts,â he bit the bullet and actually approached the table to engage with Sunday, on the off chance this was some weird âtest of loyaltyâ by the Halovian to see if the Hound would swallow his pride to serve his so-called masters.
Nothing terrible happened, but he remained passive-aggressively polite when serving him, and Sunday remained passive-aggressively cool-headed in response. There was some snark of what dear âsweet-toothedâ Sunday would want at a bar, and an icy reply of âarenât you the master drink smith? Why donât you show me those skills you boasted about?â which led to Gallagher being petty and giving Sunday the White Gentlemen drink, both for the story behind it being such a metaphor for Sunday, and because it was on the more bitter side of alcoholic drinks.
Sunday wasnât too against the drink; it wasnât something he would have ordered if it had been his choice, but it wasnât a bad drink by any means. He couldnât help but continue to drink it even after Gallagher left his little hidey booth to go back to the main bar, but heâd never stoop so low as to complement the Hound. Of course, he never ordered anything else from then on, only White Gentleman. In fact, over time it seemed to slowly get better, the flavors grew on him, and he couldn't help but look forward to it during difficult nights in the Dreamscape.
If Gallagher tried to needle him into a different drink, Sunday just bit back a âoh? Admitting defeat? I thought this was your best drink for me?â with a little smirk while Gallagher had to use every bit of self-control to not punch him in the face.
As time went on, the bar slowly became a place Sunday frequented to not quite relax, but to get away from the hustle and bustle of Penacony and his duties as one of its main faces. The stresses slowly started piling up, especially with the Charmony fast approaching in a few months and all that came with it.
Gallagher didnât seem to loosen up regarding his attitude with Sunday, but he did get better at shoving down the visceral hatred he had for everything to do with The Family and Sunday as time went on. He didnât get soft with Sunday per se, but he definitely kept an eye out for him, and definitely knew when to cut off his drinks on days where it seemed that Sunday wasnât all that there for their usual veiled comments towards one another when he went to serve him his drink.
It started small, with Sunday staying later and later until sometimes he was the last one to leave the bar to return to reality. Gallagher wasnât quite sure what to make of it, still wasnât quite sure this wasnât some weird long-term test Sunday was devising, especially since he still seemed to be the same ruthless Family member, the same Head of the Oak Family, when Gallagher was working as a Bloodhound outside the bar. For some reason though, within the enclosed space of this strange sanctuary, it was almost peaceful between the two.
One night, there was something wrong when Sunday entered the bar during Gallagherâs shift. He saw a bit of a crowd near the small stage that was within eyesight of his little hidey booth, it seemed some of the musicians of the live band were arguing? He watched as Gallagher came over, seemed to try to speak with the group before honing in on one of the musicians who had been making the most noise and seemed to be about to get physical with the rest. Sunday watched as Gallagher picked up the musician by the scruff of their suit with one hand and carried them towards the doors and lightly tossed them out.
(It was the first time Sunday had actually seen Gallagher perform anything resembling the actual duty of a Bloodhound. It only hit him that heâd only ever seen the other when giving reports, orders, or at the bar. Why was this so shocking to him, heâd seen the manâs arms before, hard not to with his slovenly dress and messy clothing style, as if he couldnât bother to hide away his imperfections from the world, not like Sunday who refused to be seen by the world, to dare to show one thing off about himself despite his countless failings- heâs getting far too distracted by one meager showing of strength, focus Sunday)
There had always been a live music segment. Sunday was curious to see what would happen with the band missing a member, but was distracted by Gallagher placing his usual White Gentlemen in front of him before heading back to the musicians without a single word to him. Gallagher took a moment to speak with the rest of the band, who seemed to be coming out of their shock and took on worried looks. Sunday could only watch in muted shock as Gallagher went behind the bar and came back with a case, opening it to reveal a saxophone. He then went on stage with the rest of the group, positioned himself further to the side and in the back amongst the shadows within Sundayâs line of sight, and played with the band for the rest of the night.
Sunday couldnât look away.
He was frozen as he watched Gallagher seamlessly transition from song to song, taking only small breaks to continue serving the other patrons before heading back in. Sunday only remembered about his own drink when his gloves began to get wet from the ice melting into condensation on his glass.
Something felt off within Sunday, and for the first time since Robinâs debut, he couldn't help humming to the music of the band, music that wasnât of his own sisterâs making. He couldnât help but remember those little concerts the two would have, taking care of his little sister, his only world. He would do anything to keep the Harmony, to keep their family going. When was the last time they truly spent time together? Before he became the Head of the Oak Family? Before he couldn't recognize his own smile?
He was so lost in his thoughts, in memories he thought he buried, that he didnât realize that it was once again closing time, and he was once again the last one left. He only snapped out of it when Gallagher came by to grab his empty glass, only quirking a questioning brow at him before heading back to the bar.
Gallagher had been keeping a quiet eye on the Halovian that night from the back of the band, in the shadows he felt the most comfort in when in the Dreamscape of Penacony. He had watched Sundayâs eyes glaze over, and the only reason he hadnât felt offended by the seeming disinterest was the look in the other manâs eyes reminding him of his own when he looked in the mirror. The same look of shame, regret, loss, longing, of the wishes to regain everything he had lost. The same look he strove to hide under every bit of the facade he had crafted of this new self, but came back all too often with every reference of the Family found within his prison in the Dreamscape.
Maybe it was the shared nostalgia within his own heart, that little bit of his true self that he thought died when the Family tore out everything that made him who he was, that made him return behind the bar and begin making Sunday another White Gentlemen, giving Sunday a small nod to beckon him over. He wasnât expecting anything from it, and he masked his own surprise when Sunday actually left his little shelter to come and take a seat in front of him at the bar. Even while out of it, Gallagher made note of the quiet confidence the other still carried himself. Nothing seemed wrong to anyone else looking at him, only for the lost look in his eyes.
The first time in the many months that theyâve been skirting around each other, and finally they seemed to be face to face.
It was quiet as Gallagher made Sunday his usual drink, a drink he had been slowly changing over the months to be sweeter and sweeter that Sunday never quite seemed to notice, or if he did, he never said anything, only seeming to savor it more each subsequent night. Maybe not even Gallagher noticed his own changes to the drink, subtle as they were.
It was quiet as Sunday took the finished drink, and it was quiet as his eyes slid over the bartop to see the saxophone case laying open with the instrument inside. It was quiet as Gallagher followed his eyes, as he came out from behind the bartop to take the saxophone out and take a seat in a chair only one seat down from Sundayâs. It was quiet as Gallagher began to play to his audience of one.
It was quiet as Sunday quietly hummed along.
It was quiet as they both knew that it would not last.
OK yea so this was all because I heard âLa vie en roseâ at the end of the Jazz night event and went âDamn I wish thatâs Gallagher playing on his Saxâ and then we spiraled.
Uh. Idk what it is with me having a small ship moment which then spirals into a full blown writing session. My mind blanked out and as I came to I find out that I made a whole ass little one shot over here then completely forgot about it WHOOPS
So yea, hope my fellow Galladay enjoyers⌠enjoyed! I think Iâve slowly begun to crave⌠not domestic or fluff per se from these two, but after every AO3 fic being super dark between them (which I get! They are the toxic yaoi kings of Penacony as of writing this, no one is denying that!) I think I want to see them be explored in a more melancholic sense. Not quite the âforbiddenâ love angle, but in the âdamn we kinda have some parallels, and maybe in another life we could have gotten along but thereâs too much baggage and anger, both historically and currently to really even try anythingâ
I have this feeling this may not be the last time I write about these two⌠is Galladay going to be the ship that gets me to actually use my AO3 account?
#hsr#honkai star rail#hsr gallagher#hsr sunday#galladay#idk what Iâm doing anymore#theyâve kinda taken over my mind#shoutout to that one ao3 fic where both of them go ââthis wasnât supposed to happenâ as theyâre making out#thatâs the exact vibes Iâm feeling when I think about these two pre-relationship#of course we donât run away from angst in this ship#everything follows exactly up until the 2.1 end credits scene#letâs see what happens in 2.2#I NEED ANSWERS#ALSO MISHA#I WANNA THROW GALLAGHER AND MISHAâS KINDA WHOLESOME RELATIONSHIP IN HERE TWO#idk wtf is going on there#but until 2.2 explains#Gallagher is mishaâs weird drunk uncle/dad figure#it adds more comedy to Galladay whether Sunday knows of/can see Misha or not either way#oof new writing idea#next time#I need to work on tagging#this is just another post all on its own#marrapost
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