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Happy Never After

POV: Even if he Sunday has finally succeeded in his mission of creating a dreamland for all people in Penacony, becoming a semi-Aeon in the way and surrounding himself with nothing but hope and peace, he still can’t fulfill his own one and only dream. You.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is an Angsty and Yandere work

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Aeon!Yandere!Sunday x Reader

— AU is In-Game

— Contains: Mind control and manipulation, time manipulation, emotional manipulation, obsessive, violent and abusive behavior (and denial about it) and suggestions to masturbation.

— This might have lore mistakes because I’m not a Honkai expert, so I apologize in advance.

“I’m really glad you brought me here tonight, Sunday.” Your confession was genuine and emotional, which caused a little grin appear on Sunday’s lips even if you couldn’t find courage to look at him.

You were too distracted staring down at the beautiful dark sea reflecting the bright moonlight of this starry night in its every curve and edge below you, and also too… embarrassed.

It made you feel a bit guilty to have such a marvelous man like Sunday so eager to entertain and spoil you out of all women that desire him and not know the reason why.

Almost every weekend Sunday insists to take you out on dates and hangouts and you always accept his invitations. He either brings you to the fanciest restaurants to eat the most delicious meals of your favorite kind of food, or to walk and talk in the most beautiful natural landscapes of Penacony, or to watch the most brilliant performances of theatre or opera with the most talented artists… It’s truly an unending list of date ideas. And most importantly, he always gifts you jewelry worth millions as ‘souvenirs’ in these dates.

Tonight was no different. He brought you to another restaurant that served your favorite kind of food and walked with you to Penacony’s biggest bridge while hearing you talk about many sorts of things, giving you a golden and pearly necklace in the way. Now, you two were standing close to each other, side-by-side, in the middle edge of the bridge, staring at the same direction, either the sea or the hypnotic view of the sky above it with a bright, full moon in the middle of you two. A truly romantic moment if you could say.

It was making you wonder why once again and it bothered you how you can’t ever seem to find an answer to it, not even the slightest hint. Sunday wasn’t helpful either, acting oblivious all time, as if he has no idea how overwhelming he was by doing this much effort for you. Is this all really just because you and him have always been great friends and he’s merely just showing his gratitude to you? You don’t even see yourself as such an amazing friend… much less when you were a dumb kid.

“Seriously, this… has been one of the greatest nights of my life.” You could feel butterflies tickling your stomach as you finally gained courage to confess more feelings to him and look at his eyes.

“I’m glad.” Sunday looked back at you immediately and spoke shortly, but genuinely reciprocative, which made you feel even more embarrassed about yourself and your choice of words.

Unnecessarily long phrases… silly and unserious vocabulary… struggling to not stutter… It must be a joke to someone with such a wide and formal vocabulary like Sunday…

“Seriously… why do you do so much effort to please me?” You asked a bit embarrassed again, but it felt good having that tension released from the back of your brain.

Sunday’s little grin disappeared when you said that, thoughtful about your question. He looked away, staring at the dark horizon for a considerable moment as he built an answer. But then, Sunday suddenly smiled again, chuckling very lightly.

“May I ask you something, Y/N?” His body turned to you again, a bit more direct this time, as if he was trying to call your full attention and presence to him.

“Of course! How could I say ‘no’ to you after this date?!” You immediately complied to him, abruptly turning your whole body to him and crossing your arms to focus on him for as long as he needed your attention. After all, you wanted to show him the most gratitude you could for tonight’s date, even if you’d never reach his level of care on your own.

“I need to give you a little context before actually making my question, so… prepare.” Sunday decided to turn his whole body to you too, taking his hand from behind his back to rearrange his tie and clear his throat at the same time.

You patiently waited, wondering what could it be that he wanted to talk to you about that he felt like he needed to ask you to do so, or what did it have to have with your question.

“Y/N… I’m in love with you.” His words immediately hit you hard, making your eyes widen in shock.

But you kept quiet, letting him take the pause he needed to prepare for his next words.

“Ever since we were kids, still growing our wings and halos, I’ve been head over heels for you.” He paused once again, gently stepping closer to you to grab your right hand, holding and look at it as if it was a fresh new bar of gold. “This… beautiful, independent and wonderful woman who always accepted and adapted herself to my shy, boring and distant personality and supported me in my every bad moment like my own right arm.” He decided to look at your eyes again, making very intimate and real eye contact with you. “This woman who… is worth every penny of my pocket, every second of my time, every other planet in this universe, every Aeon that lives above us…” He paused one last time, becoming too embarrassed to look at you anymore. “This woman who… I want to spend the rest of my life with.” His cheeks flushed darkly, finding courage to look at your eyes yet again so his message could be clearly heard, seen and understood. “That’s why I take you to these dates, Y/N. It’s because this is how I want to express my gratitude and love to you while trying to… make you love me too… That’s the answer for your question.” Sunday smiled, giggling to cool off from the tension of sharing such a dark secret with you.

He is so visibly confident about this, looking at you with so much happiness and believing your stare was reciprocating underneath the shock… He is so ready to have you say ‘Yes’ to the question ahead and then lean in to kiss your lips.

“So, Y/N, now that I’ve answered your question, I’d like to share mine too. Would you like to be my girlfriend?” Sunday let one of his hands go of yours and rose it your eye level, quietly summoning a rose using a bit of his Harmony powers simply to offer it to you.

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“Sunday…” You finally realized his little monologue was over and that it was your turn to speak.

Meanwhile, his smile slightly widened as he heard your voice speaking his name so gently, believing that you were losing your shame to accept his love confession.

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“I…” You struggled to let the words come out of your mouth, voice chords stuck in a purely psychological knot due to how horrible you felt about how you’d just acted so considerate to him… only to break his heart next. “I’m sorry.” You finally broke eye contact, not handling the useless excitement in his eyes.

But despite your eyes looking at the concrete floor, you could feel Sunday’s pink cheeks, bright grin and pupils immediately all dying when he heard your initial response, but he remained stable and ready to hear your thoughts… hiding his disappointment.

“I’m… genuinely really glad that you brought me here tonight, Sunday, but… it would be cruel of me to say ‘Yes’ to you.” You paused, glancing up again just to see if he’d gotten any better, but his expression only seemed more disappointed, which made you lower your gaze again. “I adore you, Sunday. You’re my best friend. But I… don’t adore you… this way.” You awkwardly smiled at him for a quick moment, trying to lighten the mood, but it obviously didn’t make a single muscle of his face move. “So… I really don’t want to be cruel to you and… lie to you and fool your feelings… After all, the best friendships are built upon honesty, right..?” You moved your other hand to place it on top of your intertwined hands and caressed his gloved fingers, trying your best to comfort him.

Shnday was speechless for a moment, staring at your eyes without blinking like he was trying to turn you into a stone statue, which made your heart ache in sorrow and guilt.

“T-Trust me when I say this, Sunday… There are many… hundreds… probably thousands of other women here that want to be your girlfriend. And… they’d probably be better girlfriends than me, anyway…” You shrugged your shoulders, trying to make yourself inferior to raise his confidence again.

“I don’t want other women! I… I want you..!” Sunday screamed with a shaky, cracky voice, eyes in the edge of tears. “Is there not even a chance..?” He abruptly spoke, holding your hand tighter.

“I… I don’t think so, Sunday…” You couldn’t deny his grip made you feel a little scared, but he was going through enough humiliation for you to add the fact that he was hurting you.

“N-Not even a-a slight chance..? Y-You looked so happy with me tonight, I—!” Sunday couldn’t even finish himself from the anxiety that was attacking him and his body, having to breathe in and out to cool off. “I would give this to you every day of your life, Y/N… And more.” He pulled his hand out of the sandwich of hands you two had built, using a bit of force to quickly shove the rose in your palm and close your fingers, making you hold his the physical version of his love confession standing straight.

“I…” You reflected a bit, imaging scenarios of you and Sunday kissing, going out on dates like this but with way more intimacy, love and trust, cuddling with each other, calling each other corny nicknames… but it didn’t work, no matter how much you wanted to tell him ‘Yes’ to not shatter his heart.

“Maybe..?” Sunday whispered with all his last topes, bringing that new hand sandwich to his chest and landing it where his heart was, his accelerated heartbeat pumping in your hand.

And you finally noticed a tear beautifully falling in the corner of his right eye, which you finally took as a sign to end the conversation before it got worse.

“… No.” You looked away from him once again, feeling horrible about being honest to him despite insisting in it, but it would’ve been worse if you said ‘yes’, wouldn’t it? “I’m really sorry, Sunday…” You couldn’t handle your guilt anymore and freed your hands from his knot, hugging his back the the most comfortably you could, the rose’s green structure slightly weakening in your hand.

Sunday’s head inevitably melted in your neck, breathing in your vanilla scent like it was oxygen. You could even feel his shaky lips sometimes touch you, desperately trying to hold back from kissing you. His hands also stopped hopelessly shaking with no support to hug you back with that same strength he was using to hold your hands just now, almost ripping your dress with his scratching and clawing.

And Sunday proceeded to quietly sob, wordlessly expressing his anguish and pain from being rejected… but finding comfort in that same person who hurt him. It was a but odd to you, but it was the bare minimum you could as the friend Sunday mostly spoiled—

“Go home.” Sunday’s voice suddenly changed to a serious tone, the command echoing over and over in your head until you realized just how helpleslly waeak your body was slowly becoming, unable to react or fight back, succumbing to whatever that weird feeling was. “Forget everything I’ve told you right now and replace this memory with me walking you home, and leaving you home-alone for the night after a nice talk.”

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Y/N’s body was paralyzed as it processed the orders, staring at the sky with dead eyes like a mindless puppet. Even if I rose my head and made eye contact with her again, nothing in her inanimate expression changed. Is this how meaningless I still am to her? Where she doesn’t even try to fight back and remain conscious for me?

Wow.

Progress really is going to be slow, isn’t it?

I know exactly what Y/N is waiting for right now. She wants me to stop hugging her so she can walk away like I told her to. But I don’t want to let go. I don’t want to stop hugging her at all. She is so close to me. She feels and smells so warm and comfortable. And she was letting me hold her hands and back so easily... Letting me cry on her shoulder so welcomingly like a home does… My mouth was shaking in anguish and hunger to kiss it, to look up and kiss her, but I couldn’t. I decided not to. At least getting to feel the tip of my lips touching her skin felt good. But I’ll respect her boundaries just like I should always do and always did with her this whole time in the paradise. It’s a shame she’ll never know about this accomplishment of mine, though.

But I have to let her go if I want the script to keep working like I asked it to. I have to learn with this failure like I did with all the others and move on just like she will right now. I’ll go home and prepare a new date for next weekend, a better one, just to convince her to like me even more and more. So, ignoring all the cells in my body desperately and agonizingly screaming for me to keep our bodis touching each other like this, I eased my arms, giving her allowance to go. And she did. My right arm even lifted up instinctually, wanting to hold her and huge her again, but I managed to stop and force myself to watch her reject me, her figure fleeting and blurring away from my eyes more and more just like all the other times I had to do this.

My heart burns to watch her walking away like this.

It really does.

Once again, I have failed to achieve my only wish when I created this utopia… This Penacony… Her. The love of my life, Y/N Y/S, has once again slipped away from my hands and rejected my love for her. And once again I feel like throwing a tantrum because of it.

But I refused to let my instincts to win me and rose a hand to begin materializing the notepad that I use to document keep up with these… attempts along with its pen.

107

108

Roses

Orchids

Restaurant + Penacony’s Bridge

Cinema + Penacony’s Bridge

Additional Notes: This was the first time Y/N ever felt comfortable to vent about her gratitude to me related to these dates, and she also hugged me, so I won’t delete all her memories of this whole night.

I closed the notebook, proceeding to stare at the floor with no purpose, only emptiness.

It was done.

There is nothing more I can do about her tonight, only look forward to the next ones.

Looks like I’m still cursed to fail every time. After all my hard work, all the sacrifices I’ve made to achieve this, all the love I’ve put into her, she hasn’t fallen in love with me.

Maybe the lack of honesty from my side affects us, but I can’t afford to have her knowing about the truth behind this paradise and me. It’d only make her hate me again, and I can’t afford to have a bitter relationship with her again. I want the both of us to be this close to each other again even if it’s at this cost.

I can’t tell her this is all a dream.

I can’t tell her about my identity as a semi-Aeon who is in charge of coding this entire planet and everyone’s script.

I can’t tell her about our real story.

I cant tell her about my manic love for her.

I can’t tell her about how I use my powers to manipulate how things between us happen sometimes.

But, most importantly, I can’t tell her about our real current relationship. The one outside this realm. The one I can’t change. A relationship that I’ve fully ruined on my own and miraculously restored with this dream. Still, it’s very clear that even this one is broken and unbalanced. But the difference is that now, as an Aeon, I can fix it.

With a simple command I rewrite past, present and future. With more complex commands, I rewrite one’s memories and actions.

So everytime something stains our relationship, I simply make it inexistent in her head, or even reset the day so I can try again. This way, our friendship never has obstacles for the possibility of evolving into something more serious, which is what I want with this.

For example:

On Attempt #4, I broke down right in front of her.

On Attempt #17, I made a critic about her lifestyle that she did not like at all and wanted to dump me for.

On Attempt #31, I slapped her face in anger when she rejected me after so much effor I put into the date.

On Attempt #59, a similar thing happened. I threatened her with my death if she didn’t date me and almost assaulted her.

But she doesn’t remember a single second of those days. I deleted them from her head or I altered them to something better. So, Y/N technically only fully remembers about 15 of these dates, 35 inclusing those who were altered.

It would be too embarrassing to live with her when she had those mistakes of mine in her mind, neither would my wish come true. I know it from experience.

“Sunday, no! Stop! Stop it right now! You’re hurting me!” She kept pushing me, and pushing me, and pushing me.

“Y/N, please! Listen to me! I promise you I’ll treat you well! I’ll treat you so well! It’ll be the best thing that ever happened to you! I’m your friend! Your best friend! Why wouldn’t you want us to be together?! After all I’ve done for you?! I just you want you to be happe with me!” And I kept touching her, and touching her, and touching her until she finally managed to escape from me.

She started to hate me after that forsaken day despite all the years of friendship we’d collected so far. She started to feel hatred, anger and disgust at my mere presence, avoiding looking or talking at me, even in situations where we were supposed to be interacting.

I was forced to move on from her, even if it pained my every cell doing so. Deep down, I was still obsessed about her, always keeping an eye on her to keep her safe and myself aware of every information about her life, but she wouldn’t let me any closer than that. At least I learned my lesson with that. I will never disrespect her boundaries like I did that day again. I’ll respect it just like I did today and all the other days because what good men do, that’s what the real Y/N wants. Those few exceptions are excludable and will be outlawed from her mind, meaning all she has a memory of is me being a gentleman to her, the gentleman I know I am.

That day was just a mere... stupid decision. I’m a good man. I’m a really good man. I’m a gentleman, a provider, a caretaker, a peacemaker and an semi-Aeon. This Y/N knows it. The real probably does too. Everyone I know does.

I just can’t waste the opportunity the Harmony gave to me. This utopia. When the dream finally became true, everyone’s backstory has its bad moments deleted and rewrittenwith good versions of them, and Y/N had the memories of that day altered too without my intervention. I didn’t expect it to be, but when she suddenly approached with that good-old bright smile of hers, something awakened in me. That was my second chance. My infinite second chance. To her, I never attacked her, I never acted pathetic to her, I never stopped being her friend, and I won’t let her go now. And it’s fair because I didn’t personally cause her to lose the memories of that day. This was just the result of a mission unrelated to her, the mission of turning Penacony into a paradise. So, I’m a good, honest man.

I can’t even believe I almost lost to those unrealistically optimistic Trailblazers, that snobby gambler, that disgusting Masked Fool and that wretched dog who dared touching my sister. How was I almost convinced by their useles, meaningless, fake speeches about me being a manipulative man? A dictator? A control freak? A maniac? When my intentions are so pure and considerate to every unfornate soul out there? Dictators don’t search for power for the good of everyone. They do it for their own good. I didn’t do that. I did this for the Family, the Harmony, Xipe...

And as expected, they’re all happy now. Alive, safe, well and living with everyone they love or once lost.

I sighed, annoyed by remembering the memories of the day of that fight between me and the Trailblazers, and turned around. Hopefully, the step I took tonight with my relationship with her will be bigger than I expected it to be.

As usual, every time I took my turn and walked away from her to conclude the night, the same question voiced itself in my mind.

“Why don’t you make her to fall in love with you already and stop torturing youself?”

And every time she rejects me, this will becomes stronger. But once again, I didn’t succumb to it, and rested my hope on ‘Plan A’, shaking my head to hopefully scare the thought away from my mind.

I don’t want a fake Y/N. I want her. I want her true feelings, her flesh, her blood, her heart and her mind. I want her to truthfully love me, feel things for me, be sad, sinful, lusty, naughty, happy and dirty with me. Forcing her to be my girlfriend would only go going against what she taught me that day. I shouldn’t let my powers blind me too much.

“There wouldn’t be real happiness in such a forced relationship like that.”

“Y/N would not be Y/N if you do that. It’d be Sunday’s version of Y/N.”

I counterattacked my own mind, forcing myself to be optimistic about this plan no matter how crushed my heart is.

I sighed, knowing the mental discussion would begin once again until I was finally home, sobbed and lamented myself to sleep and woke up to another day of nothing but hoping I can make my dream come true like everybody else’s dream did. To make Y/N fall in love with me.

“How do you know Y/N wouldn’t be herself under a spell? You don’t know how Y/N is as a girlfriend.”

“Is Y/N even worth all of this?”

“Do you think she’d be happy to learn the truth, Sunday?”

I really disliked these discussions I have with myself. It feels like I am talking to that Wonweek all over again.

I am being honest at this moment by denying these thoughts, aren’t I? I don’t even dare trying to change her past with me, not even my biggest mistake with her. I allow her to hate me and force me to watch her from afar forever in the real Penacony. So what if I deleted a few memories from her to make sure nothing goes wrong in our relationship? I am doing it for the good. For the good of the both of us. I am Y/N’s perfect match. If I make her my girlfriend or his wife, I doubt the real Y/N wouldn’t reconsider her feelings for me because I know I can treat her well. I know I’m the best man she could ever find. I can treat her like a queen or a whole new Aron. All I need is her permission to do so.

How could I live in that imperfect world until my last breath knowing her, out of all people in this world, hate me? Who even am I without Y/N? Without her counseling? I can’t live like that at all. Not when I have the second chance right in the palm of my hands.

And this stupid walk isn’t helping me calm down at all.

I should just teleport home already.

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Here I am. At home.

Can I even call this place a ‘home’?

Such uncannily clean white walls, perfectly-placed furniture, every utensil set clean and ready on its place to be used and immediately put back to their place using my technological powers. It perfectly matched the mood of the utopia I created, yet I couldn’t feel a single emotion of satisfaction walking around it.

“Welcome home, my love.” It spoke.

I looked behind my shoulder as soon as the voice ringed, a wing of mine twitching in recognition, meeting exactly what I expected to meet.

You.

No, I shouldn’t call it that.

It’s a manifestation of you.

Because in the end, Xipe also promised me a happy, comfortable life in the dream, meaning my dream would be accomplished in this place too. But since my dreams overlap with hers, and the dream can’t afford to have to sacrifice her dreams to make her fall in love with me, the coding keeps trying push this alternative to me. A clone of you.

So it’s her, in a certain way. Wearing my favorite kind of makeup and casual clothes, like the housewife it acted as, working in the house all day for me no matter how much I try to stop it. Her curves and face were distinctively finer than the real one’s, reflecting my own beauty standards when it came to women. I hate staring at it and it knows it. That thing feels like a demon trying to bother my peace, seduce me, and then torture me with the disgusting truth about myself.

Because it know just had bad I desire you. I am disgustingly attracted to her in all ways possible and the clone knows it. It doesn’t stand like that with its hands behind his back out of submission for me or innocence. It wants to show off those fake, hypnotic curves. It wants me to walk to it, reach it, and savor what Xipe offers me. It is a bit blasphemous for me to reject their gift, but they must understand my point of view about this. I have godlike powers too. I’m no longer a simple gentleman. I am escalating in the power hierarchy more and more.

I’ll deny it, and I’ll fight it back. That’s why it keeps standing in corners. It knows what will happen if it keeps pushing itself against me. It’ll be destroyed by his hands, no matter if it can reincarnate or if it’s belly is entirely empty aside from its uterus.

Do you understand what it costs me to keep my hands off that clone? Avoiding using its body to relieve his own desires and stress? Avoiding filling up that womb of yours with myself so I could realize my dream of having a family with you? All it does is tease me and make him crave even more for you. But I keep shutting it down every time because I am conservative in all means. I don’t care if it increases the size of its curves and makes itself warmer, wetter an tighter for every ‘No’ I say. I won’t dare to spoil or pleasure himself with anything that isn’t you or his own hands. I do not want any inspiration for my imagination of you. I want you to fill up complete that jigsaw puzzle in my head yourself.

I want to reserve all that energy for the day the two of us finally kiss, become a couple, go to either your or his home, throw each other in the bed, knot your limbs around each other, rip away your clothes, cover ourselves with the blanket, trust each other to open our bodies and make love all night to each other.

I have a fantasy for dirtiness that I usually hate to admit. But it’s one of my disgusting truths. I want to feel sinful, dirty, naughty and ashamed with you. I wants to be degraded for my disgusting behavior towards you, and I want it be done by your and only your hands.

I quietly walked to my room and ran a finger on the sheets of my bed as I thought about the clone standing in the corner. The bed was soft, fluffy and the sheets were perfectly straightened and balanced in every corner so I could sleep well every night, yet I still feared sleep. It was simply hard to do so when I have so many responsibilities regarding this realm and you.

The things I’d do to have her here by my side, caressing and hugging me, telling me everything will be okay, were unimaginable, especially when I have a “perfect” version of you right there who’d be willing to satisfy all my wishes whenever I want.

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No.

I shouldn’t do it. I shouldn’t do anything with it, actually. This clone’s temptation is really something else, isn’t it? I keep rethinking about it over and over again. To even make me dare to think about breaking my secret promise to you with a clone…

“If you imagine the Y/N that you desire, that wouldn’t be ruining your actual experience with her unless she is naturally how you desire h—”

I shook his head side-to-side, trying to dissipate his thoughts away.

I will not think about Y/N and the clone like that and I will force myself to accept that thing’s existence in the corner of his room just like I always did.

So I walked away from the bed and went to my desk instead, sitting down on its fancy chair and summoning that same notebook again. I should distract and exhaust myself developing new date ideas that met or exceeded the quality of this one tonight until I felt like sleeping. In the end, despite my negative assumptions, I just reached a new level of dedication and it was far from being the most effort I could do for you. After all, I can do whatever I want in there.

So I started writing.

Maybe it’d be a nice idea to go to either your or my home for a while after a date, or spend some time together going on a trip together maybe with another companion like Robin if she wants it. I should bring you more meaningful gifts instead of giving you bigger gifts. Maybe you’re a fan of simple things and not big bouquets and shiny jewelry and I’ve been just missing that all along. I should maybe even try to wear a different style, either in his clothes, his hair or both. I could change my entire body for you, although that’d truly hurt my pride of myself a bit. But I’d do it if it’d keep her with me.

You have no idea how mad I can be writing all these suggestions. How many scribbled texts there are across these pages with the most insane, evil, cruel and ridiculous ideas I have for you.

And this stupid clone annoys me. Its gentle, hypnotic stare was almost distracting me from what should be my main priority. And, in fact, it started walking. It was walking towards me very slowly, aware of my defeat to its presence and prepare to breakdown and discount whatever bloodlust I have for it.

But, all it did when it was one step away to be crushed, was to stand by my side and quietly sit in the edge of the table. In that position, its knee-long skirt couldn’t hide most of it legs anymore, meanly revealing its crossed thighs to my hungry eyes. And it sold itself even more by slowly trying to pull the skirt upwards and reveal more of its skin.

Fucking Christ. It really fucking knows how to strike.

Inevitably, a wave of tension was sent to my pants, my organ protesting for freedom. The clone giggled while I opened a wing of mine to censor the view of it, desperately trying to force my eyes to focus on the paper. But at the same time I decided to slightly give up and start moving my free hand towards it, finally admitting a bit of my own desire for the clone. My hand landed on its soft thigh and I groaned at the touch. It felt perfectly good just like any other woman in a porno movie would. I wish I could see it, but I refuse to let that clone to ruin more of my dignity. The way my touch lingered in it was pathetic enough.

My thumb acted on its own and lingered and rubbed around its skin, my body slowly leaning down in acceptance and shame. My other hand trembled on its spot, unable to keep writing while half of my body was overwhelmed by the feeling of the clone’s soft thigh. In fact, the last line I’ve written was nothing but random lines that wanted to imitate cursive letters. It’s been haunting and distracting me all along.

“You’ve done a great job today, Sunny.” And it dated to talk to me again and make me moan when I least want to be acknowledged or acknowledge it in my own.

I hate it. I hate it so much.

I want to kill it. I want to see blood coming out of it. I hate how it dares to think it’s better than Y/N’s flesh with its plastic skin. I hate how it knows my weaknesses and abuses it. I hate how it’ll always linger with me as long as don’t have the real Y/N with me.

Buzz buzz

My hand immediately expelled itself from the clone in pure disgust as soon as I felt my phone buzz in my pants’ pockets, feeling as if I’d almost been caught.

My wings spread open, body leaning upward and fixing itself from its previous position. I quickly shoved my hand in my pocket and pulled my phone out of it.

It was Y/N.

Thank you so much for dropping me off, Sunday!

It was a really fun night!

I���m still mesmerized by the view we had of the sea and sky…

Hopefully the dinner didn’t cost you much either

My left wing twitched in appreciation of her words a bit proud of myself, something I’d typically control in public.

I looked around, wanting to make sure I hadn’t been caught at all, and I wasn’t, of course. The clone had actually disappeared from my table at Y/N’s apparition.

I smiled at my screen, quickly unlocking my phone and opening my messages with her.

Please,

Don’t worry about that.

I’m equally glad you liked the date.

Stoppppppp!!!!!!!

You’re too kind!!!!!!!

Its okay, Y/N

I promise

In fact,

I was thinking about taking you to the movies next Saturday.

They’re screening a beautiful romance movie

You’re kidding me?

You won’t ever let me rest, will you?

Sure I’ll take it

I’ll just have to check if I’m free

Of course.

I’ll look for the next available time if you can’t come.

Can you stop spoiling me for one second!!!!!!

Haha

Sure

I’ll stop for now

But I’ll do anything for you, Y/N ❤️

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A Vampire’s Breakfast

POV: Hugo cannot resist the tempting scent of blood coming from between of your legs and he will not let you get out of bed to enjoy your Saturday morning until he’s cleaned the mess between them.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a fluffy NSFW work

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Au is: In-Game

— Hugo x Menstruated!Reader

— Contains: Period sex, blood play, fingering and blood / cum eating and morning sex

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Your skin shivered in recognition of your alarm’s nosy and repete music, eyes snapping open instinctually.

Ugh… seriously..? You forgot to turn off your alarm yesterday..?! You only had one job to get yourself a good night of sleep and a fresh morning. But, no, you’ve gotten yourself the most annoying wake-up call you could get yourself.

So you quickly reached a hand to your alarm and lazily clicked the button that’d shut it up before your anger for it accumulated enough for you to explode and squeeze the alarm until it crumbled into hundreds of pieces.

But as soon as you started thinking about raising your body and your hips, you started to realize just how incredibly heavy they felt for some reason. As if something heavy was on top of them. Confused, you lifted your head to look down at your lower body, since that was the only part of your body you could move without moving anything else and possibly ruining your investigation, and find out what was laying on top of you.

Hugo Vlad.

Sleeping so visibly happy on your lower belly that he even had a little grin on his lips. You could swear he’d be purring if he was a thiren.

Now, this is new to you. You’ve never woken up with Hugo sleeping on top of you like that, only with him almost crushing you whole body as bigger spoon. But that was rare too. Hugo would almost always just sneak his way out of bed and home to go do his dirty work.

So this was definitely alarming to you.

“Hugo..?” His hanging ear immediately twitched at the recognition of your voice, eyes opening pretty slowly.

“Y/N…” He looked at you as if he was falling in love with you all over again, saying your name like a prayer.

“What are you doing..?” You asked in suspicion even if the slumber was almost forcing your eyes shut again.

"Let me ask you something first..." Hugo cleared his throat before continuing. "Y/N... are you... on your period?" The grin on his lips mischievously grew as he asked you such a random question.

All you did initially was express your confusion and shock with your face, frowning your eyebrows and widening your eyes. But then you quickly remembered that Hugo Vlad was a vampire, meaning he might've identified it, and you gave up on scolding him.

"Really weird question, but... I don't know..? If you smell blood, then I probably am.." You laid your head down in the bed again, lamenting the official announcement of your first day menstruating.

Thankfully you decided to put on a tampon last night to make sure you wouldn't have any bloody accidents going on in the morning whenever your body let you menstruation down. If you'd woken up with your annoying alarm and had this mess to immediately deal with... you would've probably just given up on enjoying the weekend.

“I definitely do… Oh, I definitely do…” Hugo’s smirk only seemed to grow weirder and weirder, looking at your crotch with… interest? “Mind if I take a look and confirm it?” You suddenly felt his other hand’s fingers, who had ran across you so quickly and smoothly you didn’t even feel it, hanging in the edge of your shorts, stopping them right before he could pull them down.

“… What the heck are you planning to do..?” You asked with zero energy to deal with Hugo’s stubbornness.

“I just want to check on my beautiful girlfriend and take care of her. Is something wrong with that?” He shrugged his arms, talking in a really obvious sarcastic tone, but you still couldn’t figure out what he had in mind in the end.

“Fine…” You sighed in defeat which made Hugo excited immediately.

In a blink, Hugo jumped from his laid position to kneel between your legs, spreading them apart to fit in between. His hands were quick to grab the edge of your shorts and panties again and he pulled them down until they were landing on your knees, meeting the lustful view of your nudity.

“Ahhh… It looks like you definitely bled last night.” Hugo sniffed the air with determination, as if he was excited about that. “How jealous I am of this thing right here in my sanctuary…” Hugo suddenly hooked his finger around the tampon’s string and pulled it out, bringing it close to his face so he could inspect closely just how much you’d stuffed it with blood.

“Hugo..! What are you doing..?! Put it back..!” You snapped your knees shut, trying to prohibit Hugo from touching you any more and also trying to impede your blood to drip down on the white sheets of the bed.

“No, no, darling… Don’t close your legs… I just want to take care of you…” Hugo slid a hand between your thighs, creating a barrier between them so they wouldn’t completely shut.

“What do you mean ‘Take care of me’..?!” You asked, trying your best to surpass the sleepiness in your tone, but you simply just couldn’t.

“I want to clean you up, that’s all!” Hugo smiled as if he didn’t say anything weird at all, almost excited actually.

“Clean me up..?! But I’m clean, aren’t I?!” You rose your chest a bit to look down at your crotch, only to meet everything around it as clear as it should be.

“Yes… but not here.” Hugo’s hand in your thighs suddenly slid up and stretched its index finger that quickly ran between your moistened lips, making you squeak in surprise.

“H-Hey..!” You protested, but he immediately pulled his hand out of your thighs before you could punish him yourself.

And while still ignoring you, Hugo brought that same finger close to his nose, red tip facing down, and sniffed it hardly.

“Ahhhh… So it really was you…” Hugo groaned, almost purring while he locked his eyes on you with even more hunger, as if you were a vulnerable prey.

“Obviously…” You replied, watching him suddenly surpass your expectations again with how he proceeded to open his mouth and thrust the tip of his finger inside it with no warning, sucking and licking himself like he was savoring a full meal after two days without eating.

Your eyes widened in shock seeing him do that and not in a good way. You were filled with disgust.

“H-Hugo!! What the hell?! That’s disgusting!” You brought both your arms to your face and used them both to blind yourself from that horrendous view of Hugo eating your period’s fresh blood.

“Disgusting? I’ll show you disgusting.” Despite being blind, you could feel Hugo lean closer and closer to you while that same hand of his ran up your chest, landing in your chest bone, only to push you down in the bed again.

You, surprised, spread your arms away from your face to make sure you were aware what Hugo was doing to you, only to find him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants as you expected from him after this move of his. His hard cock sprung free from his boxers the moment it had enough space to escape that tight coffin.

“Hugo, it’s 9 in the morning..!” You finally took the opportunity to fully shut knees against each other, without his hands interrupting you this time, not wanting him to get that dick of his any closer to you.

“Y/N, please… You have no idea how horny I am for you right now… Your scent is irresistible…” He leaned close to your ear, his warm breath hitting your skin as he prepared to speak. “I just spent the last hour sleeping on you, wondering when you’d wake up for me to do this, counting every second while I admired your beauty… Do you have any idea how tortuous that was?” He purposefully spoke in a poor-puppy tone to convince you to feel bad for him.

And it worked because you sighed in defeat again and closed your eyes, still burning for more sleep.

“Fine… Just be careful…” You mumbled in boredom, but Hugo still had a total contrary reaction, noticeably giggling in your ear from excitement.

“Of course, my princess…” Hugo leaned upwards again, using both his hands to spread your legs.

Hugo licked his own lips at the sight of your pussy, hole almost dripping with your blood, lips slightly stained with blood. He guessed you had so much accumulated blood inside you, he wouldn’t even to make you wet first. The blood would be enough for him to slide himself in. And that’s exactly what he tested out, slowly pushing his tip inside you more and more. And as he guessed, you were indeed moistened enough for him to be welcomed in your sanctuary, and you’d probably become even mushier with the stimulus of sex, which he was barely drooling for.

“Fuck… You are so warm already…” He enjoyed how insides were extra warm with the presence of blood around it.

Hugo already begun going back and forth inside you in an average pace as soon as he was done deepening himself for the first time. Not slow and intense nor fast and raw, just a normal speed and normal intensity. Maybe he was also too sleepy to go any faster the same way you were too sleepy to do anything, even to moan. All the noises you were letting out were occasional grunts and groans, half-censored due to your mouth being closed.

“And I can already feel you tightening up more and more around me… Do you like it when I’m inside you this much? Even when you’re tired? When you just woke up?” Hugo wheezed again, looking down at you with that good-old mischievous smirk of his.

“Maybe I do…” You played along with his light degradation, still not opening your eyes.

And Hugo took advantage of that to attend his need to see how his dick looked around you, and he could swear he could cum with the sight alone. Can you image what it means for a vampire like him to have his cock disappeared inside his favorite woman and being dirtied by her fresh blood and clear juices at the same time? It was a work of art in Hugo’s eyes, one that made the butterflies of his stomach k turn it upside down.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re making a mess on me…” He couldn’t hold that comment back, too overwhelmed by the sight. “You have to let me suck your neck too…” And then he let that ask go too, begging you between his shameless groans, eyes glistening with his vampirism.

“Hugo, no… I don’t want to pass out while you fuck me at all…” You protested, opening your eyes just to ware him in case he still chose to push your buttons.

But Hugo would never do such a thing. Instead, he’d make you do that to yourself using his puppy-eye tactic again.

“Pass out? I would never do that to you, baby… And it’s not like you haven’t let me suck you before… Pleeeeeeaaaaseeee..?” He knew that annoying you enough would convince you to do anything he wished to do and you hated he much he exploited that because it always worked.

He got you to sigh in defeat again.

Trying to be positive about it, you thought to yourself that Hugo, in the end of the day, had no other intentions rather than to make you feel the best he could when you’re about to go through such a tough week in menstruation.

“What else do you want from me, huh?” You turned your face to the side and closed your eyes again, giving Hugo the space and consent to make out with your neck.

“Absolutely nothing else…” answered said before diving his head between your shoulder and neck, canines immediately piercing your skin upon landing.

It definitely stung you, but you were already halfway used to that pain due to how frequently Hugo would suck your blood. Right now, he actually didn’t even suck much blood. If he could be honest, he only did that to your neck so he could leave behind a beautiful bite mark on you. And it worked. When Hugo pulled his face out, your skin was red from the inflammation and there were two cute holes side-by-side in it that clearly demonstrated Hugo had been there.

“Beautiful…” Hugo complimented after swallowing the sip of blood he’d sucked out of you, his throat swinging forth and back once to show you he’d really done it, and he was proud of it.

“You freak…” You replied but Hugo ignored, licking his lips in admiration of the view of you. “You didn’t even bother to think about putting on a condom…” You complained as soon as you started to realize that Hugo’s dick did not feel rubbery at all, meaning he was fully naked inside you.

“No need to worry about that, darling… I don’t intend to cum inside you at all…” Hugo explained, eyes completely locked in your bouncing body while one hand could hold back and launched itself at one of your breasts, fondling its mass carefully and gently.

“Seriously, Hugo..? It’s 9 in the morning and you want to make a mess on my belly..?” You palmed your own forehead at the thought of Hugo doing that to you.

“Yes. Are there any problems with that? God forbid a man wants to show his love to his marvelous girlfriend…” Hugo ironized, completely devaluing your complaint, giggling at the dirty thought of him painting your belly with his cum.

“A girlfriend who is on her period…” You opened your eyes only to stare deeply at Hugo’s heterochromatic eyes, finally calling his attention for once.

“Even better.” He smirked down at you, ignoring your complaint again. “You know you don’t hate this.” And he doubled down on his argument, not taking you seriously at all. “Because I surely don’t.” He winked, finally angling his eyes down to look at where all the movement was happening again.

Hugo’s ears twitched at the sight, groaning in a primal tone once again as he saw his dick even more glistened with your clear wetness and blood now that he got your pussy to moisten more.

“Fuuuuckkkkk, you’re really messing me up down here…” Hugo laughed, placing another hand on your waist only to hold it hard.

And his pace suddenly quickened, too horny to keep moving nice and slow. But you didn’t mind. In fact, that made you start moaning a hit more frequently even if you were doing effort to keep quiet.

“I’m already about to cum… So fast… So easy… All because of you…” Hugo laughed at his own situation, trying to pretend his breath wasn’t hitching and struggling underneath all his joy. “You really have ruined me for any other woman…” Hugo whispered, cheeks glowing pink from confessing such an intimacy to you.

“You’re so cute when you’re not the founder of Mockingbird.” You lazily complimented him, which only fired him up to keep reaching his orgasm.

It was hard for you to see instances of Hugo Vlad, much less Hugo Vlad Ravenlock. Today he seemed to be allowing himself to let his mask fall and reveal the true man he is, even if it’s a bit disgusting.

Hugo does not stop working on weekends, he only takes longer breaks on them, meaning he spends very little time with you, compensating all your wait taking you out to amazing dates and later having you under him like this on the nights of weekends.

“Cumming…” Hugo groaned hoarsely, hissing one last time.

Then, he abruptly removed himself from you, beginning to spill all his orgasm on top of your belly like a mad man, accompanied by a guttural moan from the deepest corners of his throat. His hands even trembled a bit, pointy ears twitching heat and warmth taking him over the edge squishing your hips and boob tightly again. Initially he had his eyes snapped shut due to how hard that orgasm was, but he soon widened them open again to witness the mess he was doing to you.

The combination was truly repugnant to you. His blood-stained cock painting your belly with his sperm. But for Hugo, you looked like an even finer piece of art. He had to bite his inferior lip to how himself from going savage.

“Fuck, Y/N…” Hugo wheezed after his tip finally stopped expelling cum out of it, still looking down at the bloody mess he did on him and you with pure admiration and appreciation.

“Are you happy now?” You acted bratty on purpose to feed Hugo’s ego.

“Yes… but not enough…” Hugo replied, making your eyes widen with a bit of shock at that implication of a second round. “A man that doesn’t make his perfect girlfriend cum is not truly a happy man.” You felt Hugo’s grip tighten around your hips, preparing to thrust his hips onto you again.

“Hugo, no..!” You moved your hands down and held his wrists, chaining them where they were.

“Why not..? I just want my queen to have a good morning…” He did his poor-puppy face once again, pointy ears even leaning down, reinforcing his act.

“I feel good enough already…” You ignored his act, which made him sigh in defeat.

“Are you sure, my love?” Hugo leaned his face down, staring deep at your eyes truthfully interested.

“I promise you.” You gave him a little reassuring grin, convincing Hugo to finally end that warm session of sex you two had.

“Fine…” Hugo smooched your forehead, kneeling down on top of you again right afterwards, his dick still hanging naked in the air. “Want to see a magic trick?” He smirked down at you, and you immediately recognized it as a sign that a joke was about to be done.

“Do I have another option?” You asked ironically.

“No.” Hugo smiled, completely contrary from his negative answer.

Then he rose both his arms, opening his palms and fingers to show them to you.

“See my empty hands?” He moved his fingers in a wave rhythm, calling your attention to each of them.

“Yes, Hugo. I see your empty hands.” You answered with an ironic tone again.

“Now, let me use a hand of mine to get this thing out of your ear…” He leaned down again, an ‘empty’ hand reaching close to your ear and going behind it.

After gesturing it a bit offstage, he finally pulled his hand back, showing you an unopened tampon hanging on the tip of his index finger.

“Wow… I’m so surprised… I wonder how did you do that…” You asked in a really obvious sarcastic tone, making Hugo giggle.

“I know, I know…” Hugo bragged himself while opening the pack with the assistance of his mouth.

Then he carefully thrusted the tampon into you, enough for the string to be pulled out if needed.

“There we go…” Hugo shoved the remaining plastic in the back pocket of his pants. “Now…” Hugo placed the tip of his index finger on your belly, slowly sliding across all the stains he’d spilled on you, scooping it all. “Would you mind..?” He approached the finger a bit closer to you, quietly asking you to eat it.

“Fine…” You slightly spread your lips apart, giving him enough space for Hugo to transport the cum into your tongue.

You weakly swallowed it down, leaving Hugo very happy and satisfied with your performance, enough to pat your head after for a bit. But then the next thing he did was use that same hand to stroke his dick.

“Want to see me do the same for you?” When he brought that same hand, shaped like a ring and now dirty with blood, just a few inches away from his mouth, he knew that’d immediately make you angry.

“Ew, Hugo!” You shut your knees together again, trying to get yourself away from the disgusting man in front of you, who only laughed in response.

“Alright, alright…” Hugo finally pulled your panties and shorts back in place and pulled your shirt down again, then finally beginning to crawl away from you, holding his dick a bit more down now so it wouldn’t infect anything else with its red stains.

But before he went to the bathroom to eat all that blood clean himself, he decided to walk to the bed’s side, standing right next to you.

“Rest a bit more, darling.” Hugo pulled the sheets of the bed up to your shoulder with his remaining hand, caressing your head one last time.

“Thank you.” You said with a genuine smile in your face now.

“My pleasure, my love.” Hugo whispered warmly, and as soon as you blinked, the founder of Mockingbird was gone for work.

Don’t forget to like and comment if you liked it! <3

[crepezinhos]

Gaza Links:

⚠️ WARNING: Sadly, some people take advantage of moments like this for their own benefit. I am not posting this with the intent of accusing the accounts I’ll be tagging down below of being scammers, but if you’re going to donate, do it wisely and carefully.

@sajagz

@nadinfamily

@aboodfmly

@mosabsdr

@aboodgaza0

For context, sometimes some people from Gaza use my inbox to promote their own pages in hope for me to either donate money to them myself or post their messages in my blog in hope it’ll attract someone who might donate money for them. Until now, I’ve been deleting them all since they were very rare and this page is supposed to be a break from everything related to reality. But recently, this happened to me again, but in a way larger scale than I would ever expect it to happen.

Although I do have a rule on my profile that says politics are prohibited in my inbox (and it still is) because this is supposed to be a page where I can express my creativity while escaping my real life a bit, while others enjoy my writing while escaping their own lives too, I can’t help but feel horrible about deleting these messages. So, I’ll do my bit in this conflict and make this thread tagging these accounts.

Do I think I’m doing a lot? No, and that’s not my intention because I still do want to keep this page very politically inactive, but at the same time I don’t want to be fully inactive in this conflict either.

I will not be posting the actual messages. I’ll still delete them. But I will be tagging all their usernames here whenever they send me a message.

[crepezinhos]

OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS

[crepezinhos]

hey, so i did reath BOTH of those before i requested these hehe they were really good omggg (highkey fulfilled my desires….)

idk.. im just REALLY craving a yanderer scara bc i jst love the way u write him,, when u write one ill be super happy like biting the edge of the desk happy, so pleek PLEASE keep this in the back of ur mind i beg of

Number 1 Fan

(REQUEST #14) POV: After the failed dinner with your family, things in your life started to suddenly feel eerier than usual. Scaramouche felt extremely awkward to talk to and even your secret lifestyle seems to have changed with the arrival of a new premium viewer called ‘Balladeer’.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a NSFW Yandere work

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains: Sex work, masturbation, dirty talk, threats and lots of insults

— Stalker!Yandere!Scaramouche x SexWorker!Reader

— AU is: Modern

— Reading of previous part is advised

Makeup? Ready.

Toys? Ready.

Lingerie? Ready.

Ok, here we go.

Another day, another livestream.

Three, two, one, and...

Click

The little camera at the top of your computer brightened in red, signaling it was turned on. Then you breathed in and out as you begun to wait for viewers to join before you could start today's performance. Since most of your watchers were already aware of the time you start your livestreams, quickly, the viewer numbers popped from 0 to 17, to 39, and so on...

You like to wait until you reached 100 at minimum before beginning to say ‘Hi’ to them, and 500 to begin the actual performance. Thankfully, reaching 100 viewers was a matter of seconds now.

"Good night, sweeties!" You cutely spoke to your computer’s screen, welcoming all of them warmly as you watched many messages in the chat begin to pop up.

Iloveasianhotties334: You look hot

garrykafka0275: Show your boobs

11037kuwata: Can I request something?

As always, the messages made you feel a bit disgusted and disappointed at humanity, but you held back your aggressiveness and just kept smiling at them.

“‘Can I request something?' Not yet! I'm still going to wait a few minutes..." You answered to ‘11037kuwata' while drinking a quick sip of coffee from the cup you left laying by your computer.

kittylover123456: Beautiful 😻

theballadeer6: Hi

11037kuwata: When are we starting?

lolisonmydee: r u cosplaying

"I'm not cosplaying, but you can pretend I am!" You answered with honesty while winking at him, ignoring the other comments above that last question.

You didn't even realize you had already reached 323 viewers while reading those initial messages.

"Oh, wow! We reached 300 viewers in less than 2 minutes!" You clapped your palms together gently, trying to act excited but cute at the same time.

Men absolutely love women who act cute. No matter what's their type, if they act cute, they'll love it.

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Hello, my queen! 😍

lolisonmydee: You should cosplay tho

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Looking absolutely gorgeous tonight 🤤

The orange username caught your eye.

Ah, yes... 'I love Y/N's lives’… Probably the only man in the chat that restores your faith in the men using this site. You don’t know how he looks behind the computer screen, but he’s unrealistically kind and considerate to you.

"Oh, hello there! Thank you for the compliments!" You waved at the screen, trying to communicate with him. "Also, what characters would you recommend me to cosplay as... 'Lolis on my dee'?" You answered to the guy's message, struggling a little bit with his username, although you'd probably never cosplay in your lives anyway.

11037kuwata: Mikan Tsumiki

(👑) ilovey/nslives: l'd say Jessica Rabbit

theballadeer6: You don't need to cosplay

theballadeer6: You look beautiful like this

lolisonmydee: Kana from Dragon Maid or any lolis

Since you didn't get any of references rather than Jessica Rabbit, the only message that caught your eye were from this 'Balladeer' guy.

"You think this is enough, Balladeer?" You jokingly leaned upwards and squeezed your boobs together in a teasing way, cackling in your own afterwards since you didn’t take yourself seriously.

theballadeer6: Absolutely

user38291646: Do that again but with a dildo between them

"Thank you! I'll even start earlier because of that!" You winked at the screen and got up with your laptop in hands, placing it down in the floor.

You then walked back to your table and grabbed some materials on top of it before going back and kneeling down at the floor, angling the screen of your computer to read what happened in the chat meanwhile. Some emoji particles were already beginning to pop in the corner of the screen, meaning that people were interacting.

theballadeer6: You're welcome

cr7thegoat: put that dildo in that beautiful pussy of yours

(👑) ilovey/nslives: So kind!!

vladmirputin2028: сними свою одежду

(👑) mrdaddy900030: Am I late?

"Nope! Not at all, Mr. Daddy!" You shrugged your shoulders while beginning to undo the hooks of your bra and let it slowly slide away from your body.

You got very lucky this time because that move was executed perfect, which made the grin your face grow a few inches. To see if you’d really been successful, you decided to take another peek at the chat in the corner of your screen, wanting to see everyone’s reaction.

doinggodswork: Repent for your sins. ✝️✝️✝️✝️

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Woooohooooo! 😍

user10297373: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

user38291646: Get fully naked already

lolisonmydee: dayum

Aside from the annoying unrequested preacher, you smiled at the other compliments you received. At the same time they made you a bit happy, deep down it still made you feel dirty to be doing this kind of work.

“‘Repent for your sins’? Sins? What sins?” You joked with the preacher, trying to gain your chat’s support to get him out of the live. “If anything, the only one sinning here is you. What is God’s messenger himself doing in this site? Watching this kind of livestream? How sinful of you…” You crossed your arms together, watching how the chat immediately turned aggressive towards him.

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Yeah!!!

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Shame on you! 🍅🍅🍅

theballadeer6: gtfo no one cares about god

(👑) mrdaddy900030: Just ignore them baby

You didn’t even know if you could call these guys that watch you human beings or living puppets. They quite literally do whatever you tell them to do as long as they get to see you naked. But at the same time you don’t have a lot of power over them either. If you ever decide you won’t be streaming anymore, none of them would ever keep supporting you. They are your providers, not yourself.

“Thank you, sweeties… I think I’ll give you guys an extra for helping me out.” You launched closer to your computer, wanting to get rid of the annoyance in the chat already.

doinggodswork: CORINTHIANS 12:21: I am afraid that when I come again my God will humble me before you, and I will be grieved over many who have sinned earlier and have not repented of the impurity, sexual sin and debauchery in which they have indulged.

doinggodswork: CORINTHIANS 12:21: I am afraid that when I come again my God will humble me before you, and I will be grieved over many who have sinned earlier and have not repented of the impurity, sexual sin and debauchery in which they have indulged.

doinggodswork: CORINTHIANS 12:21: I am afraid that when I come again my God will humble me before you, and I will be grieved over many who have sinned earlier and have not repented of the impurity, sexual sin and debauchery in which they have indulged.

theballadeer6: sthu bro

doinggodswork: CORINTHIANS 12:21: I am afraid that when I come again my God will humble me before you, and I will be grieved over many who have sinned earlier and have not repented of the impurity, sexual sin and debauchery in which they have indulged.

And… banned!

Now this guy won’t ever disrupt your lives ever again unless you choose to pity him.

“Sorry for the inconvenience, sweeties!” You scratched the back of your neck, trying to act cute again to regain their interest in you and today’s show.

(👑) ilovey/nslives: So annoying…

theballadeer6: hope he dies

user38291646: Start

This unnamed user was also a bit annoying with his impatience and rudeness, but at least you’d rather read that than some religious guy spilling nonsense just to degrade you.

“Ok.. Shall we..?” You crawled backwards towards your spot, positioning your whole body in front of the camera again while opening your arms, trying to invite and embrace all men in the chat indirectly.

You couldn’t read the chat anymore, though, meaning you’d have to guess that the chat was ready for your show.

“Alright then!” You said after a few seconds in silence, just watching new messages from new people pop in the chat faster and faster the more nudity you showed to them.

You stood up, slowly taking off your panties in a way that would certainly brick up some men if they were not hard already. Then you looked at the side and grabbed the dildo sitting in the floor, positioning it under you.

“Time to breed this pussy again…” You talked dirty to yourself, trying to replicate what they probably would want to say to you since they weren’t there in your room to do it right to your face.

And with the assistance of your hand opening your labia, you finally slid the dildo inside you, the plastic fitting around your tightness easily.

You were quick to start hopping on it since you were used to the feeling of fucking dick-like objects inside you. Both your hands were holding you back from the floor behind you so you could expose yourself erotically the most you could while being comfortable.

“Oh, it feels so good…” You moaned to yourself while pretending you were sitting the best dick in your life.

But unfortunately, your role-play was shortly cut by a sudden notification coming from your computer that you immediately recognized. The donation notification.

“User ‘@mrdaddy900030’ donated 25$!”

The artificial voice spoke out and paused for a moment, the same way you did.

“Baby, it would be a crime for you to do this like that… wasting the beautiful view we could have of your ass… I’d like to request you to turn around.”

The artificial voice spoke again, and you giggled at the message.

“Thank you for the 25 dollars, Daddy! Your wish is my command!” You smiled to the camera excitedly, using both your hands to do the peace sign before abruptly turning around, not wanting to make those precious 25 dollars feel like a waste in the slightest.

The rules of your donations were simple:

5 dollars to set your vibrator to a medium strength for 3 minutes, 10 dollars to set it the highest strength for 3 minutes too to influence the buyers to keep buying that asset over and over, 15 or above to send you a message along a vibrator command, 25 dollars to make you do something such as changing a position, taking off a layer of clothing or the camera angle and 50 dollars to command you to do whatever they wish to see you do.

Yes, you might be a little greedy with your prices and conditions, but it works. Don’t fix what’s not broken.

You were quick to unpause your hopping, beginning to moan in a high pitch to make yourself sound as good as possible to them. You also chose to singularly move your ass and legs instead of your full body, making it the most attractive thing of the screen they could see. You were also occasionally grinding on the dildo and swaying your hips to make it extra seductive, perfectly recreating the reverse cowgirl position.

And that’s how you’d continue acting for the next minutes until you either orgasmed or someone donated enough for you change your position under their command.

.

It’s hilarious, really.

She has no idea.

I can’t really blame her, I chose an unrecognizable name on purpose so she’ll never know one of her work colleagues is watching these special livestreams of hers, and that’s funny.

But now there is nothing she can do about it. I already know enough. I know how you look naked, how you moan, how you talk dirty, how your pussy stretches at the presence of a cock inside it, even if it’s not mine.

You l should be glad I don’t feel like using this little secret of yours for my advantage. Really glad.

The only advantage I’ll take from this is actually sitting back and watch these lives as much as I desire to. In fact, I can even command her to do whatever I want if I give her some money. How greedy of you, Y/N… I thought you were the kindest woman in the world but deep down you’re a leech for porn addicts… I don’t know whether I should or should not feel glad that I’m not your victim. But I won’t interfere much anyway. The less I interact with her, the less she is aware of met presence in this chat.

So that’s exactly what I do. I slowly leaned back against my chair, stretching my arms in the way and relaxing them on chair’s arms right after, eyes never leaving the screen.

You look so beautiful tonight, Y/N… If only that stupid McDonalds didn’t force us to wear those stupid hair caps so I could see this mesmerizing hair of yours every night… At least I’m glad I get to see it when you most work on it…

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Mamma Mia! 😍

user38291646: 💦💦💦

harbinger2: Hottie 🔥🔥🔥🔥

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Keep doing that for us! 🥰

funnyjokesguy: You’re as hot as fire!!

funnyjokesguy: Get it?

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Waaaaa~~ I feel blessed!!!

vladmirputin2028: Я эякулирую

Oh. My. Goodness.

Who the fuck is this guy and why the fuck does he talk like he’s a 16 year-old anime chick? Does he not realize he sounds cringe as fuck?

This must be the mother fucker who keeps stalking Y/N’s Instagram DMs. He can’t be genuinely serious with the way he types… This must be a cute facade he puts on so that Y/N can build trust with him… Too bad he’s horrible at it… and that he won’t ever beat my relationship with her.

(👑) mrdaddy900030: Shitttt I want to cum on you so bad

(👑) ilovey/nslives: If you keep riding it like that I’m gonna cum too soon!!! 😩😩

cr7thegoat: what happens if I donate you 100 dollars?

cr7thegoat: do you do this irl too?

(👑) ladyguujiyae: How late am I gentlemen?

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Later than me as expected 😎

winnerslovewinning: use your fingersssss

This guy surely knows how to ruin a party…

You know what? Sometimes bullying is the only way to fix people.

theballadeer6: bro

theballadeer6: can u sthu

theballadeer6: who tf types like that in the big 2025

(👑) ilovey/nslives: ?

(👑) ladyguujiyae: Oop-

theballadeer6: “L-Later than me as expected! Heh, these fake fans…” 🤓🤓🤓

(👑) ilovey/nslives: ???

(👑) ilovey/nslives: What’s wrong with the way I type? I’m just being kind to Y/N…

theballadeer6: everything???

(👑) ilovey/nslives: What’s everything? 😂

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Who even are you?

theballadeer6: just listen to yourself and you’ll know exactly what im talking about 💀

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Okay, tourist…

Tourist? Me?

Oh, this guy also zero notion of who I am, right?

If I’m a tourist, than he’s a random cockroach.

theballadeer6: tourist?

theballadeer6: u calling me a tourist?

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Yeah

(👑) ilovey/nslives: What’s wrong? Did I annoy you? 🥺

Annoy me? This loser really thinks he is annoying me by typing like this? The only thing he’s annoying is his mother who has to force herself to accept her middle-aged son living in her basement all day because he can’t fucking afford to live alone.

theballadeer6: no

theballadeer6: u r the annoying everyone here

theballadeer6: u r ruining a mood

harbinger2: I gotta agree I can’t beat my meat properly here

cr7thegoat: yup

(👑) ladyguujiyae: One man against the world…

Yeah, this guy is almost done for. Because, as always, I’m right.

(👑) ilovey/nslives: I really wish I would care about what you guys have to say

(👑) ilovey/nslives: But then I remembered that Y/N would rather choose a premium fan like me over 5 of you randoms that can’t afford to pay 20 dollars monthly 🤷‍♀️

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Fake fans 😂

theballadeer6: fake fan?

theballadeer6: u calling me a fake fan?

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Begone, tourists!

theballadeer6: im y/n’s number 1 fan buddy

garrykafka0275: You. Look beautiful..

angelofdawn: Can y’all sthu

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Of course I’m calling you a fake fan

(👑) ilovey/nslives: After all, you ARE one 🫵😂

theballadeer6: who do u think u are? 💀

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Y/N’s ACTUAL number 1 fan, duh

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Cuz if you really were all that, why don’t you have premium, hmmmm?

theballadeer6: that ain’t any of your business

(👑) ilovey/nslives: So you really are a tourist 🫵😂

theballadeer6: shut the fuck up

theballadeer6: u know nothing about me

(👑) ilovey/nslives: I surely know you are a tourist

(👑) mrdaddy900030: Can you two kids stop?

(👑) ladyguujiyae: Clock it!

theballadeer6: oh yeah?

theballadeer6: u really think you are all that?

theballadeer6: lemme show you smth really fun

(👑) ilovey/nslives: T-O-U-R-I-S-T

(👑) ladyguujiyae: And he went off…

lolisonmydee: finally bruh

lolisonmydee: y’all annoying asf

(👑) mrdaddy900030: This generation…

.

Jesus, vibrators really lost their charm to you, haven’t they? Thank God you were forced to turn backwards because this would be extra boring if you’d have to force yourself to express a pleasure you weren’t feeling. At least, in the position you were, all you had to do was open your mouth to occasionally moan or talk dirty to yourself, then you could just zone out.

Maybe this demotivation is affecting your performance… All donations your computer alerted you about yet were about were all the cheaper ones of 5 to 10 dollars. Maybe you should really just start overacting if that’ll get new people to buy your products or to convince your consumers like Mr. Daddy to buy more things aga—

“(Ding, ding, ding!) User ‘theballadeer6’ has become a premium viewer of the channel!”

Your head abruptly turned to the computer as soon as you heard those dings. When you saw the colorful announcement popping up in the screen and shining with multiple particles, especially crown emojis, your eyes shone in happiness.

“Aaaah! Thank you so much, Balladeer!” You said while turning around to make cute gestures such as putting your palms together and slightly clapping your fingers repeatedly. “I hope you have a lot of fun with my premium content and that you stay tuned for more!” You purposefully made your voice sound cuter than usual while saying that.

After all, you have to make good impressions to keep these men paying you monthly. But the show couldn’t stop, so you spun around your spot again and faced the same white wall you previously were. You breathed in and out. You only have about an hour left to perform… You can do it.

(👑) theballadeer6: AM I A FAKE FAN NOW HUH????

(👑) theballadeer6: WHERE R U

(👑) theballadeer6: FUCKING PUSSY

(👑) ladyguujiyae: Oh lord here we go…

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Oh wow you did the bare minimum…

winnerslovewinning: Men ☕️

(👑) ladyguujiyae: Real

(👑) ladyguujiyae: I feel like a female bull watching two male bulls fighting for me rn

(👑) theballadeer6: BARE MINIMUM?

(👑) theballadeer6: YOU’RE THE ONE DOING THE BARE MINIMUM

(👑) theballadeer6: R U FUCKING MENTAL??

lolisonmydee: y’all should just kys

winnerslovewinning: They should kiss

justalittleponyboy: I can’t believe I’m forcing myself to come here rn but

justalittleponyboy: For fuck’s sake just take it to DMs

justalittleponyboy: We all just want to watch some porn

justalittleponyboy: So like

justalittleponyboy: SHUTTTTTTT UPPPPPPP

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Lmao

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Do you think this is all I have?

(👑) ilovey/nslives: If only I could send screenshots of my DMs with Y/N here…

(👑) ilovey/nslives: It’s safe to say we’re dating at this point

(👑) ilovey/nslives: And that’s because I’m not counting all the money I’ve spent

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Wowwwww you spent 20 dollars on her!!! I’ve probably spent more than 500 bucks on her 😂

(👑) mrdaddy900030: Then you’re technically not the biggest spender. I am.

(👑) theballadeer6: STFU

(👑) theballadeer6: NO ONE CALLED YOU HERE OLD FUCKING HAG

garrykafka0275: These. kids…

justalittleponyboy: Y’all are just taking advantage of Y/N

justalittleponyboy: She will mute the both of you in the end.

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Ownnnnn… Look at him! He’s hurt! 🥺

(👑) theballadeer6: IM NOT HURT YOU FUCKING STUPID

(👑) theballadeer6: IM JUST TELLING YOU THE FUCKING TRUTH

(👑) theballadeer6: Y/N DOESN’T LIKE YOU

(👑) theballadeer6: U R NOTHING COMPARED TO ME

(👑) theballadeer6: NOTHING

(👑) theballadeer6: NONE OF Y’ALL ARE “REAL FANS”

justalittleponyboy: 🙄

(👑) ilovey/nslives: If Y/N ever starts doing these service irl you know who to thank

(👑) theballadeer6: SHE WOULD NEVER DO IRL SERVICES

winnerslovewinning: Have y’all ever stopped to think that maybe Y/N isn’t even straight in the first place

(👑) ladyguujiyae: Yeah no Y/N isn’t for the women…

(👑) ladyguujiyae: But I am

winnerslovewinning: Oh?

winnerslovewinning: DMs?

(👑) ladyguujiyae: After this live 😉

lolisonmydee: Get out of here yuritards

(👑) ladyguujiyae: Says the lolicon

winnerslovewinning: Shut up male

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Maybe she would start it because some people ACTUALLY give her all the money she wants for it unlike some people…

(👑) theballadeer6: OHHHHHHH YOU REALLY THINK YOURE ALL THAT JUST BECAUSE OF SOME BUCKS

(👑) theballadeer6: DO YOU THINK SHE’D EVER LAY DOWN WITH A DISGUSTING 40 YEAR OLD CHRONICALLY ONLINE CREEP LIKE YOU?

(👑) ladyguujiyae: Oh wow

(👑) theballadeer6: EVEN IF SHE DID START DOING IRL SERVICES I’D BE TEN TIMES AHEAD OF U IN THE LINE

(👑) theballadeer6: FUCKING LOSER

(👑) theballadeer6: IF MONEY MATTERS TO U THIS MUCH THEN THAT’S HOW WE WILL FUCKING PLAY

.

Scaramouche, fuming and grunting in pure stress, closed the chat tab to not get annoyed anymore and went directly to the “Donate” button in your screen, almost breaking his mouse when he clicked it. He was so mad with this guy that not even the view of you could calm him down. So mad he was barely holding himself from either destroying his own computer or beat himself up.

.

Meanwhile, you still bounced up and down on the dildo with a bored face, trying to calculate how much you’ve gained yet tonight to distract yourself from the shallowness of your performance. You believe you’ve gotten three 5-dollar donations and 2 10-dollar donations, which eventually add up to 35 dollars. Adding this up with the singular donations of 25 dollars from of your premium viewers, you get 60 dollars in total.

Damn. For an unpopular streamer that didn’t even get to cum once yet, you’d done quite some bucks… You know what? It’s not better not to think so positively about it, or else you might jinx—

“User ‘@theballadeer6’ donated 200$!”

Huh?

Two… hundred?

No, you must be hearing things.

You looked backwards immediately, meeting the decorated pop-up that alarmed the donation telling you what exactly you heard. Two-hundred dollars. A number two and two perfect zeroes sided to each other with no comma in between. Even if you were witnessing it, you still didn’t want to believe your own eyes. So you blinked once, then twice, then another time, but the number wouldn’t lose any of its zeroes.

“Two… Two hundred?! Oh, my God! Thank you so much, Balladeer! This really means a lot to—!”

“THERE YOU FUCKING GO YOU FUCKING WORM. IS THIS ENOUGH FOR YOU?! NOW DO YOU SEE WHO IS THE REAL FAN BETWEEN US OR DO YOU WANT MORE FUCKING PROOF?! BECAUSE I CAN GIVE YOU MORE. I KNOW Y/N’s NAME, HER FULL NAME, WHO HER PARENTS ARE, WHO HER SISTER IS, WHERE SHE WORKS, HER HOME ADDRESS AND EVEN THE NAME OF HER FUCKING CAT.”

…

…

…

…

…

What..?

Your smile died, not understanding at all what the message meant. You looked to the chat, meeting many caps-locked messages from the Balladeer guy and from other people too.

(👑) ladyguujiyae: What the fuck

(👑) ilovey/nslives: Ew?

(👑) mrdaddy900030: Y/N, I think you should end the stream.

winnerslovewinning: Men 🤦‍♀️

(👑) theballadeer6: IS THIS ENOUGH FOR YOU? DO YOU SEE THE TRUTH NOW?

Was this guy… talking to you?

“I…” You tried answering him but you just simply couldn’t form any phrase that made sense.

Your right hand reached your mouse and started scrolling up, meeting much more caps-locked texts that gave you better context of that message. It was a fight, one they’ve done while you weren’t looking. How naive of you. Your heart slowly twisted in disgust and fear for your life, your throat trying to push something out of it… vomit.

What is this? Who is this guy? Why is he doing this? Is his message true? Does he know who you are? Is this that Instagram stalker that always finds a way to contact you over and over again? Has he made this much progress?

You didn’t know how you looked to the people seeing you, but you knew it wasn’t pretty. You knew you were giving an ugly image of yourself almost panicking like that.

justalittleponyboy: Yeah Y/N just ban these weirdos from your chat

This guy was smart. He was thinking the same thing as you. Your “biggest fan” apparently was a victim of this Balladeer guy’s rage, meaning it’d only be fair to ban the Balladeer and perhaps mute your “biggest fan” to make sure this isn’t brought up to the stream anymore.

But should you really ban this guy? He just gave you 200 dollars, and this was his first stream of you. He’s creepy, he’s one of the most bizarre men you’ve ever seen yet, but reading the fight that happened in your absence, all he seemed to be was to be a bit too possessive of you.

Remember how he praised you in the beginning of the livestream? He wasn’t rude or aggressive to you, only them. Was he really a stalker? Specifically the one in your Instagram? Or just a really dedicated fan? In the chat he seemed to still be trying to convince your “biggest fan” that the title belongs to him instead while indirectly apologizing to you. Maybe… it isn’t worth to lose those monthly 20 dollars… Not when you need that money so much.

Your life isn’t cheap. Even if you can handle your conditions the way they are, you still desire more money. You want to have a comfortable life after retirement and you want to especially show your family you aren’t little. You aren’t worthless despite this second job of yours. You want them to have zero false pity for you.

So… you won’t ban him. If he suddenly becomes a less prominent spender, then you’ll definitely ban him, but if he keeps spending this much money on you… you can’t ban him. The sacrifice might be worth it.

But, you don’t even want to be naked anymore. You want to stop. You want to put on your favorite pijamas, lock your doors and windows and go to sleep. So, you quickly messed with the moderation tools in your chat and muted them both. Your “biggest fan” was muted for an hour while the Balladeer was muted for a day.

“I-I’m sorry, guys… I don’t feel comfortable continuing today’s livestream.” You quickly stated, too embarrassed to face the camera, before abruptly pulling up another tab to stream to the viewers, your ‘pause tab’.

It was a picture with a big pink-aesthetic text saying “Be right back!” with another cute and sexy picture of you in the back of it to entertain the viewers while they waited. You pulled up this screen before closing the live so you could read the last comforting messages from your normal audience while you dressed your underwear again.

(👑) ladyguujiyae: Rest well :(

lolisonmydee: bruhhh don’t let them affect you

(👑) mrdaddy900030: Stay safe Y/N

justalittleponyboy: they’re just random douchebags Y/N ignore them

harbinger2: 👋👋👋

“Thank you, guys.” You quietly spoke, trying to hold back the shake of your mouth and voice.

And finally, you clicked the red “End Livestream” button, and your viewers ceased.

.

FUCK!!!!!

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!

This guy..! THIS GUY!!!

What have I done?! What the fuck was I thinking?! I fucked it up! No, no, HE fucked me up! He orchestrated me to do this! He baited me to rage to a screen and make myself look bad to Y/N!

“Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid..!” I slapped my own face over and over as I repeated those degrading words to myself.

It’s been a while since I’ve last freaked out like this and I’m surprised this triggered me to react like this. But I just can’t handle it. My Y/N working in this industry… having this kind of men following her… It’s too much. I fucking hate it. I hate it bad.

So much that my anger finally boiled up enough for me to scream. It was once and brutal, letting most of it out. It also forced my hands to move up to my head and grab my locks as if I wanted to rip them off, and I almost did. The pain of pulling my own scalp this hard made me scream harder, but it was the only way I could get rid of this itching anger without harming my materials.

I need to know Y/N’s relationship with this man. I can’t let him too close to her at all. He’s a danger to me and her and he knows it.

I’ll show him what a real fan truly is.

Taglist: @shy-ent @the-stinky-winky @bigmantiddys @goofy-ego @sasuri123 @gaboplaydespacito @thegriffinbird @alatusorrow @luminieee @toobytub @wandereryumee

Anon, I know you probably weren’t expecting a part 2 of another fic for your request but… unfortunately my Scaramouche battery is seriously running out right now and I took advantage of the fact that you said the original fic did please you a lot, so I hope this serves you too! Sorry for not making a whole new original prompt! 🙏

Don’t forget to like and comment if you liked it <3

[crepezinhos]

When the mission drops and it’s not what you expected so you have to get rid of that insane fic idea that you had because it makes zero sense with the canon lore ✌️😂

[crepezinhos]

Patriarchy

POV: Waking up back to the 1700s wasn’t as bad as you expected it to be when you had your best friend, Phainon, accompanying you through your new journey. Now you have the chance to begin feminism yourself! How much more advanced will society be if manage to get women equal rights by 1800 instead of 1900?! But, when you were close to getting one right in specific, Phainon’s support of you was suddenly… gone.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a Yandere SFW work

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains: Possessive, obsessive and abusive behavior, a bit of physical abuse, misogynistic behavior and confinement.

— Arranged!Phainon x Arranged!Reader

— AU is: 1700s Europe

“Y/N! You’re back!” Phainon screamed excitedly from the main staircase of your shared palace when he saw you standing in your mansion’s entrance, beginning to step down towards you faster than he was doing previously. “How was it on the streets today?” He asked when he finally finished climbing down and jumped off the stairs, walking towards you with his arms behind his back excitedly.

You, happy to see him too, were quick to take off your hat, jacket and accessories with the help of your lady-in-honor, staring back at Phainon’s joyful ocean-blue eyes.

“It was fine. The army resistance was surprisingly very little today so we didn’t have much trouble doing our protest.” You reciprocated his excitement, bowing to your maid in gratefulness before she could start walking away and taking your things back to your bedroom.

“That’s great to hear, Y/N!” Phainon replied, eyes shining with pure admiration of your courage. “I also have good news.” He blinked to you with a smirky grin in his lips, just waiting for you to ask him about his achievement so he could brag about whatever he’d done.

“Oh? What is it?” You crossed your arms casually, finally putting an end to the classy and formal behavior that you adapted to to follow the societal norms of the town where you two live in.

Phainon decided to fix his throat and tie before he could answer you, trying to make himself a bit more classy and snobby before flexing whatever news he had.

“Our pads and tampons are making such a huge success that one of my investors managed to begin trading our products with all North, Central and South America.” Phainon talked in a slightly sarcastic tone, obviously trying to exaggerate it to you so you could be extra happier with it.

“Are you serious?! No way! All three Americas at the same time?!” You gasped in shock, almost skipping in joy while imagining what would be all kinds of women trying out those items and finding out just how extraordinarily better they are than whatever they were currently using to absorb their menstruations.

“Yessir!” Phainon opened both his arms,welcoming all that joy you were expressing.

Every day, Phainon somehow managed to surprise you with good news and raise your spirits about your current life whether it was because of his mindless kindness and consideration of you or with his intelligent marketing skills. You admired him so much that you didn’t even like imagining what would your life be without him in this universe. You’d probably just find yourself marrying an old man who has zero interest or empathy with you, much less in your feminist ideals, and only gives you the bare minimum attention to keep you sane.

The difference between all men and Phainon is that you and him were modern. While other men thought with a non-industrial mindset of making a few thousands for profit, Phainon, who has lived with billionaires, thinks immediately about the millions he can profit because he knows exactly what to invest in. And while other women were mostly illiterate and solely worried with things like their marriage and birthing dozens of kids for their husbands, you were worried about ‘men things’ such as the job market and human progress and you had knowledge about all sorts of things. Because of this, you two were an extremely powerful duo. Your success was sudden, massive and impressive, leaving every man and woman from all social classes either inspired or envious. You two reigned everything. Either your or Phainon’s presence was highly valued in every party you stepped in, whether as an annoyance, taking everyone’s eyes away from the main objective of the ball, or as a blessing, since your presence meant that the party was entertaining.

After all, whatever the perfect couple interacts with or believes in, many others will want to interact with it or follow your beliefs too.

Yes, you and Phainon were technically a couple that got married a few months ago, but in practice, you two didn’t even sleep in the same room. It was an arranged business that you two agreed to do because women cannot really live without a husband and neither you or Phainon wanted you to be bullied for the rest of your life, so joining family, money and forces was obviously the smartest choice. You two had a little wedding and a marriage certification, but no kiss was ever seen after the fake one in the altar.

Your ‘marriage’ was actually one of the first triggers to awaken women into feminism. It was completely alternative. You weren’t forced to display affection with him publicly, you had all rights to complain and raise your voice to Phainon, Phainon had zero demands to you regarding his satisfaction with his life or kids, while at the same time he’d spoil you nonstop. It made women crave that freedom from their husbands, who all thought you were a greedy witch and that Phainon deserved better. But there was nothing they could do about it. His money reigned the country. So much that it made this sinful way of life of yours affordable and even cultural. It’s not his fault he know as exactly what inventions will be successful or not, but he’ll only keep growing, and whatever you two do will be what people want to do too. ‘His’ idea about creating tampons and pads was actually a request from you. Using random, non-absorbing cloths as pads was horrible and barely efficient, making your routine horrible during menstruation, so you decided to talk to Phainon about it, who immediately went after the creation of tampons and pads. A perfect example of how you two were iconic. Phainon already knew tampons and pads would be an immediate millionaire success, and all women envied the dedication of your husband to you compared their own men.

There is so much Phainon has done to you… He gave you a whole personal room for you to sleep in without him, a whole garden that had all the flowers you wished, he bought you all the dresses and makeup you wanted and every reform and furniture of the house was ordered by you. It felt like his life mission was assuring you a comfortable, almost free life, but it still felt incomplete to you because of one reason. The inferiority of women. Seeing women being sent away at age of 15 to marry a 40 year-old man made your heart ache with anguish. Seeing men shame prostitutes for their jobs and even throw tiny rocks on them made you angry. Seeing men’s hypocrisy to force women into a religion and a cult of purity that they don’t follow on their own made your blood boil… A much larger list of failures in this patriarchal system made you revolt, so you begun using your influence and money to create feminism.

And your ideas were expectedly booming between all women of your country, and Congress was slowly becoming more and more convinced that it wouldn’t be horrible idea to give women a few rights.

“I know I’m awesome, I know.” Phainon used a hand to push his frontal hair back to act even prouder of himself in front of you.

“We’re making so much progress in so little time! I can’t believe we are the first era of feminists and we’re turning out to be so successful!” You tip-toed in the floor, holding your own cheeks with excitement.

“We? No, no, no… you.” Phainon’s fingers suddenly reached to your chest bone and pressed it down, forcing all the credits for the success of the feminist movement to you. “And a lady like you deserves a delicious meal in compensation for her work, don’t you think?” He took away his finger off you, but his face leaned a bit closer to you too, staring at you deeply with admiration. “Follow me, Y/N.” He blinked a bit seductively, making you giggle, and when you looked down, his hands was hanging open in front of you just waiting for you to hold it.

And so you did, inflating your chest with air to show him your excitement and how high were your expectations. Phainon giggled at your behavior, beginning to gently pull you around the house.

You and Phainon silently walked in direction of the dinging room, only a few noises of creaking wood accompanying your steps. The silence wasn’t awkward, only a bit tense due to the circumstances you were in. Every corridor you two walked through, the house would become quieter and darker despite still being early afternoon. Your dining room was in a corner of the house where no background noise could annoy you and him, meaning it was distant from the home’s main entrance. And when you had finally reached the long, dark and narrow hall that led to nothing but the dining room in its end, Phainon decided to break the silence.

“You also have a second appointment today, don’t you? Or maybe tomorrow? Or maybe it already happened?” Phainon turned half of his face to you, staring at you with curiosity.

“A second appointment? I don’t—” Before you could finish speaking, your brain suddenly brought back a memory of you and some of your friends talking about future plans and played it for you.

It was you, Ms. Castorice and Ms. Algaea, the other two co-leaders of your movement, discussing about some great news in Aglaea’s mansion. Congress had accepted to participate in a debate with you and a team of other 5 people about giving women a few rights. You and them were discussing about which topics to bring up, which people to form a team with, and when should the debate happen.

“Cat got your tongue?” Phainon woke you up from your thoughts, laughing at your frozen face and still staring at it now with a mischievous stare.

“I do!” You snapped the fingers of your other free hands. “I-I have to go to Congress by 6 tonight!” Phainon’s eyes widened when you reminded him of what appointment was scheduled for today or maybe sometime else.

“Ah, yes!” Phainon stopped walking and let your hand go. “You were telling me about your plans for it a few days ago!” He pointed to you with a hand, trying to relate to you.

“Yes, yes, yes! I’ve prepared such good arguments to tell the Congress! It’ll be very difficult for them for them to deny our requests, much less with a good reason!” You crossed your arms again, remembering the expectations you had set. “Can you imagine? By tomorrow we might get the right to divorce! Women will get the right to divorce!” Phainon’s eyes widened when he felt the impact of those news.

“Seriously? The right to divorce this early?!” His mouth dropped to the floor as you confidently nodded to him.

“Yessir! We might finally be able to ask for a divorce too!” You laughed at your own additional words, but you quickly realized that Phainon went fully quiet while you were, so you stopped laughed and looked him, only to see he did not reciprocate, still with the same widened expression in his face, but his mouth was not smiley anymore.

“What do you mean?” He asked a bit confused.

“Me and you… Getting a divorce…” You pointed to him and you as you spoke, then you put your hands together only to separate them, representing what divorce was.

But Phainon’s expression turned horrified and almost pale when you separated your hands from each other, apparently taking it as a genuine offense.

“Why..?” His eyebrows frowned, looking as you worried.

“Well.. because we aren’t exactly married… This is all just for survival, remember?” You laughed a bit to try cooling him off, but Phainon’s expression only seemed to sadden even more.

“But… we’re fine together, aren’t we? We’re surviving really well, aren’t we? So why would you want to divorce?” Phainon stepped closer to you once, and this hall started to feel like it’d became narrower.

“W-Well, yeah, we’re doing good, but if I get women the right to divorce and to work independently, I won’t need you anymore… I mean, we were not doing this back in Amphoreus for a reason…” You laughed it off again, but then his hurt expression and silence made you realize you shouldn’t be giving him any reasoning. “What’s going on, Phainon?” You darkened your expression, trying to get straight to the point.

“I’ve been a good husband, haven’t I? I’ve made you happy all this time, haven’t I?” Phainon now sounded visibly anxious, breath almost hitching as he slowly stepped closer and closer to you, forcing you to repel and step backwards.

“Yeah, Phainon, but you’re not actually my husband. No need to call yourself one…” You laughed at his words, not sympathizing with his worry. “This is all an act for us to survive in this society, remember? There is no actual love or dependence between us or anything…” Phainon’s eyes widened with that last phrase as if you said something that just crushed his heart.

“W-What..?” Phainon’s cute puppy eyes stared at you with dying hope, but you still didn’t feel the slightest pity for him.

“Phainon, seriously, what the fuck is going on?” You decided to step forward this time, setting your ground for him to understand he was almost disrespecting your space.

Phainon didn’t answer you at first, only reluctantly staring at your eyes with his shaky blue pupils. It costed him quite a while to build courage to be truthful with you, gulping down his accumulated saliva and turning his head down to avoid the shame of what he has in his mind.

“I… I don’t want a divorce.” His confession came out as loud as a whisper, which made you not understand what he said initially and forced you to guess it.

Jointing the few syllables you’ve heard and assuming the words and articles he’d said with the help of context clues, you’d concluded he’d said ‘I don’t want a divorce’, which immediately triggered you to have a negative reaction. But you still remained quiet, trying to comprehend why would he want to stay married to you. Maybe he’s afraid to live without a wife in this rigid society? But he’s a man… You are the one supposed to be afraid of living without a husband. Or maybe he’s thinking about that? About your safety and comfort living in this society without a husband? Or maybe… that alternative you’ve been avoiding to recognize ever since the day of your ‘marriage’..?

…

No, it can’t be. He would never.

So you just sighed, throwing that thought to the back of your and concluding your investigation. Phainon did not want a divorce, and he doesn’t want it because he’s worried about you.

“You don’t a want a divorce?” You firmly queried, trying to have a bit of confirmation over your guess, a hand of yours moving to the necklace you wore to fidget it while he answered.

“Yes…” He mumbled shyly and you scoffed in pride of having guessed it correctly, still not understanding why was he be acting like this if his intentions were so pure.

“Why?” You inflated your chest again, preparing for whatever he wanted to say now.

“Because…” He tried to answer your question immediately, but the knot in his throat impeded him from finishing. “Because…” And he tried again, a bit less desperately, failing so miserably he looked down to the floor again in embarrassment.

And so, you exhaled, letting all that imprisoned air in your lungs in a sigh. Since he couldn’t say it for himself, you’d do it for him.

“I appreciate your worry for my comfort, Phainon, but I can definitely live on my own. I don’t care about what these people have to say about me and my choices. In fact, they can feel free to bully me as much as they want, I’ll still be milking more money than them in the end of the day.” You spoke less firmly, trying to see if that would make him feel comfortable to be more honest with you. “I can’t even guarantee that we will get the right to divorce in the first place anyway…” You tried to be a bit more optimistic, but then you immediately regretted it in recognition that it is needed to be realistic in a situation like this. “But I’ll still go to Congress today and fight for it. For me and all the women that need to get away from their husbands.” You could see Phainon swallowing another big chunk of saliva when you finished talking, surprisingly having a negative reaction again.

“For you? Why you?” Phainon stepped closer once again, face only becoming more stunned, which truly disturbed you.

“You’re scaring me, Phainon.” You brought your shoulders closer to your body, trying to make yourself more resistant and tolerable to his behavior.

“I don’t mean to scare you, Y/N… I just want to know why do you want a divorce when we’re so happy together…” He tried to argue in a way that still didn’t reveal his reason, but seeing how unmoved and suspicious you still were of him, he sighed and squinted his eyes. “I don’t want a divorce…” He stated his intentions again, but in a weak tone that made him sound like a hungry puppy, trying to make you feel guilty.

And that pissed you off. You believed Phainon was genuinely not trying to intentionally manipulate you into staying married him, but he was still acting unreasonably.

“But I do.” You countered him firmly. “And I will get it.” You wanted to turn away and immediately walk back to your room, but the moment you spun your right foot, before you could even start about turning your full body away from him, Phainon reacted to your words.

“No, you won’t..!” The tone of his voice deepened in such a rapid way that made you stop and look back at his eyes immediately, a sense of danger growing in the back of your mind.

“Yes, I will.” Feeling even more cornered by the hall’s tightness and afraid of Phainon, you decided to turn away abruptly in a speed that would stun Phainon for a moment before he could possibly catch you and bring you back to the discussion.

“Where are you going..?!” You heard Phainon stomp forward harshly, launching himself forward to reach your wrist and hold you tight with his large hand.

“Let me go, Phainon.” You decided to turn your eyes back to his again, trying to use your presence to order him, forcing yourself to control your voice from shaking as you spoke, taking his action as a threat to your security.

“Why are you trying to leave..? Why are you trying to leave me?!” His eyes were fully widened with anguish as he desperately filled you with two questions to answer.

“I’m just… not hungry anymore. I’ll eat later.” You quickly mumbled a fake reasoning, but it didn’t seem to convince him. After all, Phainon’s eyebrows noticeably frowned.

“That’s not true. Why are you lying to me..?” His grip in your wrist tightened in a way that made you grunt from the pain.

“Phainon, you’re hurting me..!” You tried to pull your hand away from him, only to be fully held back, which only made you even more nervous and scared of him.

“I don’t want us to divorce, Y/N… We don’t need a divorce…” He suddenly turned a bit soft again, endlessly trying to argue with you about that despite the fact that he was really freaking you out.

“I-I need to prepare for Congress, Phainon..! Let me go at this instant!” You even tried stepping away from him, seeing if it was possible to run away, but it didn’t work due to his heavy weight holding you back.

“No…” He mumbled, looking the deepest he could to your eyes, still trying to find any bit of pity in you and hope for himself.

“You’re only giving me more reasons to divorce you right now, Phainon..! Let me go now!” You had no choice but to try facing him with your own strength, now trying to use your other hand to grab that wrist of his to pull it away from you.

“No… We can’t divorce…” His repetitiveness finally made you snap.

“Yes we can and we will!” You launched your face forward and screamed at him, trying to shake your hand out of his grip the fullest you could.

But that triggered him snap too in reaction to your audacity in making such a hurtful statement.

“NO, WE WON’T!” He screamed at a tone that you’ve never heard from him and didn’t recognize, also finally releasing your wrist.

But before you give your first step backward, or think about his change in tone, something else stunned you again.

SLAP!

Your body immediately fell to the ground as Phainon’s hand smacked across your face, your feet enrolling themselves with the thick layers of your dress, giving your instincts time to only put your palms in the wooden floor before your head actually hit the ground, meaning you successfully landed sat instead of fully laid. But you recovered a second after the fall, so you immediately placed a hand on the cheek Phainon had slapped to ease the arduous pain he inflicted on you and rose your head up to him, finding him powerfully standing right in front of you, staring at you like a caught prey, jailed in a cage.

Neither of you spoke for the next seconds to process what had just happened and only breathed with opened mouths. The more you thought, the more frightened for your life you became, remembering the sudden change in his tone to one you’ve never heard, the slap itself and the threat it represented to your relationship… But the more he thought, the more calm he became in realization that you were frozen in fear, defeated by his action. And that’s why after a last round of breathing in and out deeply, he shut his mouth and calmly walked closer to you, kneeling down in front of you.

“Y/N…” A hand of his also reached the same cheek you were holding, cupping it gently, which only made your skin shiver with disgust of his touch, begging yourself to scream at him to get the fuck away from you. “I’m… I-I’m sorry…” He briefly wheezed, trying to ease the both of you from the mood. “I didn’t mean to… do this… or… t-to scare you.” He pathetically smiled at you, only making you wish to run away from him even more, but your adrenaline could only afford to freeze your body in that sat position. “I just… don’t want us to divorce… There’s no good reason to do that… That’s all…” He gulped down again.

You knew it. Deep down, you’ve always known it. You just didn’t want to admit it.

But maybe… you should’ve definitely talked to him about it sooner.

Phainon’s kindness… was never just friendly.

And there were always many little signs that rose that flag…

For example, the way he’d stare at you whenever he gave you a gift, sometimes only a few inches away from your face, just waiting to see the amazing reaction he’d rip out of you. Deep down, it always felt like he urged for more of something you couldn’t name until now. It didn’t feel like he just wanted your comfort and happiness because that’s what friends do, it felt like he did it as if he was your lover. These little gifts, perfectly enveloped in a beautiful wrap, felt like little seduction attempts. After all, the next gift would always be better than the next, as if he wanted to show just how dedicated he is, and convince your heart to let yourself fall for him.

The way he treated you during the day of your marriage… In the altar, what was supposed to be just a quick smooch to pose a fake picture of yourselves to the crowd witnessing you, turned out to be so much more touchy, intimate and even… real, like real couples do. And even when the vows were done, he kept throwing himself at you and holding your hands for the rest of the celebration party, for some reason so happy with the day. Friends don’t stick their tongues inside their friends’ mouths when it’s needed to fake a kiss. It wasn’t just an act.

And the one habit that mostly made you icky about thinking about Phainon’s possibly feeling things for you… The way his eyes stoned in you and his cheeks flushed whenever he saw you trying any ball dresses and makeup for the parties you were invited to or even when he saw you in your rendered pijamas when you two were home… They always delivered you a message of lust, and you don’t want any of your friends to lust over you, much less Phainon in such a situation like yours right now. But it was true, Phainon would not react to you being pretty like a friend would.

You should’ve accepted it sooner. But now it’s too late. You’ve let this grow. You are reaping what you sowed.

Phainon liked you as more than a friend.

“But think about it… Wouldn’t it be iconic? The leader of the feminist movement herself doing all of this work to get the right of divorce when she, on her own, does not desire to divorce her husband? You could show them that it is possible to be a feminist and be a married woman at the same time…” His thumb caressed your hand, lamenting that he couldn’t directly reach your fluffy cheek.

But you were still too stunned to say anything, despite the thousands of protests running in your mind, begging to be shouted.

“We are such a good duo… Why would you ever want to put and end to us? Put an end to our influence? Our impact? Our empire?” Phainon looked at you with more pity, assuming his position of total power over you. “We don’t need to be exactly like other couples… I would never force you to do that… We can still be exactly like how we are today, but all I want is to still be able to live in the same house as you… and call you my wife.” Phainon pulled that hand of yours that held your cheek and turned it around, making your palm face down.

And with very slow movements, he smooched your knuckles, smiling softly at them. And then he looked down at your fingers, meeting that engagement ring that the both of you were forced to wear to avoid any accusations or bullying, and that made his grin grow, blue eyes shining with joy. He leaned down and kissed the ring too with more intensity, sucking your skin for a bit to demonstrate just how much he valued that golden ring.

“I just want you to wear this ring with me for the rest of your life… Is that too much to ask from you? I’ve done so many harder things for you…” Phainon laid his cheek on your hand, rubbing himself against it as if it was the comfiest pillow he’d ever laid on.

He kept doing that for a few seconds before he kissed your hand again… and then again… again, again and again, many spots in it becoming a bit moistened with his saliva. He even turned your hand around and begun kissing your palm and its heel as deep as he could.

“I love you, Y/N…” He mumbled in your skin with closed eyes, breath warming up your skin. “I really do…” He made sure his message was clearly sent to you, pausing for a moment to let you absorb it. “But I can’t let you do this to us… to me…” He opened his eyes, staring at you with a weird kind of pity again, as if he wasn’t bothered by your discomfort, like a masochist would.

But then he stood up again, not offering you any help to get up too.

“You won’t go to Congress today.” He stated a bit more seriously, contrasting his previous tone as he stared down at you very firmly, before he started to calmly walk away from the scene as if he hadn’t just done something completely absurd and out of normal.

Your eyes followed his body in fear, watching him walk with his hands holding each other behind his back ao elegantly, each step making the wood planks creak a bit. In the end of the hall, where you two came from, Phainon met one of your many maids standing still with an uncomfortable expression visible in her face, but still forcing herself to do her job as either your or his servant.

“If you see her trying to leave tonight, don’t let her. You understand?” Phainon spoke to the maid very gently, contrasting himself once again.

“Yes, sir.” She nodded, assuming her new responsibility.

“Good. You may call me or the guards in the gate if that happens.” Phainon assigned the maid her permissions, making her nod again, but silently. “Go tell the other maids their new assignment.” He used to a hand to tap her shoulder twice very sweetly.

“Yes, my master.” She gently bowed to him again, making Phainon grin, feeling comfortable enough to keep walking away from the scene.

When he finally turned to the left and fully left you alone, the maid looked at you again, staring at your pitiful situation with mixed feelings. It was a silent communication, but you could still get her general message, the same way she could get yours.

After all the efforts you’ve been doing to push a feminist agenda in your town to all kinds of women and men, you’ve failed to do that in your own home with your own maids. The same women who were stuck in your palace, working 24/7 to keep every detail of your home perfect and make your routine as easy as possible, were neglected by you and your movement, just like how in real life some women were neglected from the early stages of feminism too. And now you were suffering the harshest consequences of it you could suffer. She pitied you and even seemed to wish she could do something for you, but all she was ever taught to do in this sort of job was obey the man’s command, meaning she’d betray her own beliefs and risk her whole career if she dared to think about helping you, which would be disobeying Phainon. So all she could do was give that silent treatment until she couldn’t bare her own grief anymore and begun to walk away in the same direction as Phainon did, beginning to call him by his nickname, her voice echoing in your ears lightly.

How could you forget? You live in a conservative patriarchy.

Phainon is the man in your relationship.

In conservative patriarchies, the man is always the leader. The woman is just his follower. A servant who is always mindlessly ready to please him.

And he likes this system the way it is.

Today he just made that very clear. The roles of the relationship were established.

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[crepezinhos]

Whichever female employee had to sacrificed for Hugo’s EP… THANK YOU. 😭

[crepezinhos]

Hello! I love your writing by the way and how you interpret Scaramouche/ wanderer is just 🤌🤌🤌

I would like to know your opinion about, what if there was an au where both Scaramouche and reader are in college. Reader takes on medical technology where she studied all about microbiology and all that stuffs and giz. When all of a sudden their professor tasked them that they would need to bring their own sperm cell for this assignment but reader doesn't know where to get some. But then it hit her, she finally knows someone who could help and all she needs is a little persuasion.

You don't have to answer it though or reply to it. It just an idea I had stuck in my brain for awhile huhu. But all in all, your writing is so good and well thought out and I would like to see how this turns out. Anyways love you and hope that you listen to it hihi >🩷🩷

Spurm of the Moment

POV: You need sperm to do a project in your biology class, but you’re a woman, and cannot get it in your own. You could get it in sperm banks, but that would probably cost you money... So why not use your dear friend to get that sperm?

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is NSFW work

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains: Blindfolding, bondage and overstimulation

— Wanderer x Biomedic Reader

— AU is: Modern

“Are you sure I have to be like this?” Wanderer asked as he tried pulling his arms away from the chair’s arm rests, testing out the ropes’ strength.

“Please, we both know how you are. You barely let me hug you when we’re hanging out already. Do you really think you’d let me do this to you freely? Don’t make me laugh…” You asked while still kneeling down in front of him, tightening the last rope around his left leg.

“What about the blindfold, then? How is that helping you?” But he kept trying to challenge you’d expect from him.

“I don’t want you to… witness.” You cleared your throat as you stood up from your spot.

“Oh? But you can take off my pants and jack my dick off as you wish?” You could still see his eyebrows frowning even if the blindfold covered his purple eyes. “Y’know, why didn’t you just ask me to jack off on my own?” He kept moving his hands in diverse ways as he spoke, enjoying one of the few freedoms he still had.

“I don’t trust you to be cautious with it.” You walked towards your desk, grabbing the other preparatives you needed for this moment such as rubber glover and the pot where you’d keep the semen in.

“You don’t trust me to beat my own meat?” Wanderer wheezed, lowing his head down momentarily.

“I trust you to do that, but not to be cautious and sanitary with the results.” After grabbing the prepartions and dressing the gloves around your hands, you walked back to him, kneeling in front of him ahain. “And, you did consent to this anyway…” You tried teasing him wth the truth, but it didn’t seem to have much effect.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever…” He kept himself broad to pretend he hadn’t lost that little argument.

“Just to make sure you aren’t starting to regret this… What is the safe word we agreed on?” You asked him a bit more seriously, looking up to him despite hs inability to stare back at you.

“Biology.” He answered very bored.

“Yes. Just like the main purpose of this.” You reminded him of that fact before your hands started to move down his chest. “May I?”

He nodded and you soon cupped his crotch with a hand, beginning to gently rub your palms against his organ to get him erect.

“Shit…” Wanderer turned his head to the side while biting his inferior lip to stop himself from making any louder noises compared to the short grunts from the back of his throat. “What kind of lesson is this anyway..?” He fixed his throat, trying to maintain his dignity.

“We have a project to examine sperm cell behavior of different people under certain conditions.” You answered neutrally, focusing more on his slightly-hardened organ rather than his anger.

“Are you the only woman in their class or something?! Why would he not give the cells already?!” Wanderer kept trying to argue with you and distract himself from the pressure you were applying on him.

“Hmmmm… I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders, not wanting to think about less awkward alternatives now that you were getting what you needed.

So, trying to get him to stop protesting, you finally put your whole hand under his underwear and pulled out his dick out of it, finally springing it free. When Wanderer felt your gloved fingers enveloping his pink tip is when he started fighting back again.

“Aren’t there any sperm banks in the school?! O-Or maybe in the city?!” His head was looking down at where the motions were going to happen, trying to somehow have a bit of control and awareness of his situation.

“Don’t you think it’s a little too late to protest about it now?” You spoke a bit ironically, circling those same fingers around him to give him a starter.

“You minx…” You could clearly see his fists gripping around the edges pf the seat as you teased him, taking it all out on it.

“You know you like it.” You blinked to him, finally beginning to occupy his mind with more pleasure.

Your fingers were jerking him gently and slowly, going all the way to the tip of his urethra down to base of his cock. It was a tortuous rhythm that was certainly tensing him up for more. His own fingers would slightly scratch the chair to relieve himself and hope it’d make him more silent around you, feet tapping the floor nervously.

“You know… this would be faster if you told me about anything you like during these moments for me to do.” You suddenly decided to open your mouth to give him that suggestion, deciding to use your other hand to gently get a hold of his testicles to test him out.

Wanderer flinched as soon as he felt you touch that region, skin visibly shivering. A bothered grunt also came out of his throat in response, a hint of pink coloring his cheeks.

“J-Just… stroke me faster.” He fixed his throat again as you smirked at the facade he was trying to pose to you.

But you did as he wished and proceeded to stroke him faster, still trying your best to tease his tip the most so he could ejaculate as soon as possible. It was now a bit harder for Wanderer to jail his noises, meaning he had to try even harder to keep his mouth shut, and those efforts were making this whole moment way more awkward for you too.

“You can moan, y’know? I would expect you to.” You turned your face to him, but seeing his face made you too embarrassed to keep looking at it that bravely, so you abruptly turned away and started looking at the floor instead.

“I don’t want you to listen…” He quickly mumbled before another moan took his vocal chords over and forced him to shut his mouth again.

“Alright, then… But it is going to become worse for you.” You said while making the circle between your middle, ring finger and your thumb tighter, trying to squeeze him more.

“For fuck’s sake…” Wanderer’s hips trying to recoil away from you, but that was impossible due to his legs being tied to the chair’s too, so he had no choice but to relieve himself by stretching his legs and arching his back, his feet facing the roof.

If only he wasn’t wearing shoes… You were pretty sure all his fingers would be spread apart too from that heavy pleasure wave you gave him, but you had no choice but to move on from that and keep focusing on pulling out that orgasm from him.

This moment was as awkward for him as it was for you. You’d never expect someone as reserved as him to let you do this to him, and actually doing it felt bizarre. Now you knew how his dick looked like, and you could probably imagine how it fit and looked under his pants. How would look at him normally again? How would he look at you normally again? Maybe you should’ve been more creative with your problem-solving skills instead of insisting on this. But at the same times you couldn’t blame yourself for him accepting to do this so… easily.

“I know it’s very weird, but… It would be really helpful if you could help me do this faster.” Now it was your turn to fix your throat to pretend you didn’t have an awkwardness in the tip of your tongue.

“… Ok.” He accepted your commission very neutrally, arms crossed as if he was bored and not surprised at all.

Maybe he wasn’t exactly taking you seriously and didn’t realize the gravity of what he put himself into.

“I hope I’m successfully stimulating you and not just… doing this for nothing.” You laughed your embarrassment away, trying to cool the mood between you two.

“Y-You’re good.” He mumbled, a bit too embarrassed to confess his satisfaction with all of this.

“Tell me when you’re close, okay?” You looked at the pot sitting at the floor by your side, wondering when would you finally use it.

“Ok…” Wanderer moaned under his throat again, still holding himself back.

Hearing his confirmation, you kept working your hands in his organ, trying your best to recreate the tips you’ve read in the internet about how to make a guy reach his orgasm quickly. Your right hand was basically twisting itself within every pump to provoke his sized cock while sometimes gripping it a bit harder on purpose to cause a bit of pleasurable pain. Meanwhile, your left hand were still massaging his balls and caressing them with thumb, but way more carefully compared to your other hand. You knew that it was a very sensible and fragile part of the male body and you had no idea if Wanderer would like you to mess with it any harder, so you had no choice but to be gentle despite your want to end this as soon as possible.

“I-I think I’m close…” Wanderer suddenly threw his head back, a high-pitched moan escaping his lips after holding himself back so much.

“Are you? Really?” You asked, turning your eyes back to him, seeing his mouth hanging open from the overstimulation.

“Y-Yeah, yeah… Go faster…” He asked, cheeks growing a bit redder from asking you such an embarrassing question.

You nodded and started pumping him faster, dropping all those techniques you were trying to use to focus on man tuning that growing momentum, including his testicles so you could grab the pot. And it seemed to be working because Wanderer started hissing quite frequently to get rid of his need to groan.

“A-Almost there..!” Wanderer’s feet begun dragging themselves against the floor again, trying to contain his pleasure, his hips trying to jerk upwards to feel more friction and allow himself to free that aching knot in his balls.

Unfortunately, despite his warning, Wanderer was still not ejaculating at all, which worried you a bit.

“A-Are you sure?” You asked, almost laughing in pure nervousness.

“Yes… yes, yes, yes…” His eyebrows kept twitching and frowning as closure suffocated him, his feet still trying to stretch on the wooden floor.

You grabbed the pot sitting in front of you and you put it in his tip, readying yourself for his orgasm. Now all that would come out of him would directly go inside there with no chance of escape. But then Wanderer’s orgasm snapped pretty soon after you did that, making the timing of your placing of the pot perfect.

Wanderer bit his inferior lips again, simply hissing all his way through it instead of just letting those caged moans go for once. All his cum was going to the pot as expected, but you had to do some effort to keep it all together due to how strongly he was cumming. His hips were jerking forwards to the most they could, hand fingers all spread and aggressive with the poor chair.

“Shit!” He also kept insulting the nothing around him out of nowhere for no apparent reason rather than just coping with the high amounts of pleasure being release.

Soon enough, his cock stop twitching inside the pot, signaling you that it was over. So you pulled it out and angled it back to its normal position to make the semen stuck on the walls to drip down to the bottom of the pot. Meanwhile, Wanderer was just completely melted in the chair, breathing in and out heavily to refresh himself.

“Aaaaand…” You voiced as you reached for the jar’s cover and begun spinning around the pot, stopping when it wasn’t possible to do so anymore. “Done!” You cheered excitedly while getting up and moving to your table.

You carefully placed the pot in a corner and grabbed a packet of blank stickers, beginning to rip one off of it to use it, but Wanderer finally recovered his logical thinking.

“Are you not going to untie me?! It was supposed to be the first thing to do!” He complained, sitting his body in the chair normally again.

“Wait.” You said, trying to focus on stick the sticker in the pot in anyway it wouldn’t be curved or off the center in the slightest.

“You better hurry up… It is very uncomfortable to be in this chair…” Wanderer used an ironic tone to complain about you, trying his best to annoy you to get what he wanted.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with it at first.” You decided to pause your pot-labeling to give him attention, speaking very snobbishly too.

“Yeah, but now I’m just barely sitting naked here with no moving rights!” He resisted your argument, trying to move his arms and legs again to show you how tight he was against that chair.

“Fine, fine…” You got up from your chair and quickly moved to him, wanting to get that extra task done as soon as possible.

And soon enough, as soon as you took off his blindfold and freed his hands, Wanderer zipped his zipped back to its upper end as soon as possible, a loud high-pitched noise accompanying it. And when you were done freeing his legs, he kicked the hanging ropes around it away and quickly moved away, stretching his limbs apart to taste that sensation of freedom again.

“Holy fuck.” Wanderer moaned as he looked at his hand and tested their flexibility, seeing its fingers bend, his thumb rolling, and his wrists, still aching from the ropes, rotating as he commanded them to do so.

But you ignored him to focus on the sticker in the pot again, finally managing to stick it in the place you wanted it to be. Then, you proceeded to grab one of your many pens and, specifically the black one, and open it just to quickly write “Semen” on the almost-transparent red, straight, middle line of the sticker, and pop the cover back to its place in the pen.

“Gee, I hope I never meet another Biomedicine freak like you again…” He suddenly insulted you, which surprisingly made you turn your chair to him because you had a little twist that you forgot to tell him about.

“Well… It’s with this Biomedicine freak you’re stuck with for the rest of the month.” You tried to keep yourself calm, but you knew that would make him confused.

“What?” He turned to you, with a confused expression in his face you which you could take a picture of.

“Throughout the month I’m probably gonna need some more loads of semen to do the testing…” You watched his eyes widening very entertained, trying your best to not laugh.

“What do you mean?” He asked, in the brim of having a panic attack.

“I forgot to mention to you that little fact, but… I’ll eventually need more semen to compare it to this original sample.” You brought the pot to your hands and lightly shook it, showing Wanderer his own sperm. “Unless you want to cancel this and force me to redo everything I’ve done yet… You’ll have to be my provider this whole month!” You said excitedly, knowing damn well it would make him snap.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?!” He shook his arms around very stressed.

“Oopsies! Forgot!” You turned your chair back to the table. “If you’re that bothered, I’ll just throw this a—”

“NO!” He screamed, slightly surprising you. “I-I mean… I can’t let this whole shit we just did go to waste!” He explained himself, convincing you to turn back to him again.

“Oh? Or maybe you’re jealous with the thought of me doing that same shit with another man?” You decided to keep teasing him with a smirk in your lips.

“O-Of course not! Why would I ever feel jealous for you?!” As soon as he finished talking, Wanderer wheezed and put his hands in his face, trying to control himself. “I-I’m gonna get going…” His calm, cold tone came back as he spoke and walked around your room.

Since he hadn’t brought anything, all he had to do was leave your room. But right before he actually could slam your door shut and run very far from your apartment, he suddenly walking, and froze in his place for a few seconds before turning back to you.

“Don’t you dare think about throwing that away.” He pointed to your pot very aggressively, body visibly hard as he threatened you.

And the door was finally slammed to its closed state.

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The Lion and The Fox

POV: Sunday has always had high expectations of you, his dear secretary, and his lovesick obsession for you has only made his trust on you increase uncontrollably. But now, he felt like his world was crumbling right in front of him when he learned that you were pregnant, and the father was the man he most despised, that he wish he could deport from Penacony, Aventurine.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a Yandere and Suggestive SFW Oneshot

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains: A lot of dirty-talking and racially-motivated talking, accidental pregnancy, bloody fighting, attempted murder, violent language and obsessive/possessive behavior.

— Yandere!Boss!Sunday x Pregnant!Reader x Yandere!Aventurine

— AU is: In-Game

“Ah, Y/N. You’re here.” Sunday turned his gaze away from the windowed wall of his office with a little grin growing in the edges of his lips to look at you, who was entering the room with embarrassment already taking you over.

“Hi… Mr. Oak.” You didn’t even dare ignoring his greet as you pushed the door back to its place from behind, especially considering how much he personally respected you.

But you immediately sighed in defeat as you realized how obviously awkward your tone accidentally came out of your throat, which you knew would alarm his attentive ears in a blink.

“Is everything okay?” And his speed to figure someone’s head out, or at least yours in particular, made you even less confident to keeping making eye contact at those mesmerizing amber eyes of his. “You seem very disturbed, dear.”

“Mr. Oak, I—” At the same you desperately wanted to vomit those words out of your chest, your logical thinking warned you that the conversation you were about to have with him right now would not be easy work, perhaps even heartbreaking.

Sunday begun silently walking away from his spot and going towards you, as if he was trying to avoid any explosive reaction out of you or comfort you. But unfortunately, his elegant apparent d and tall figure completely triggered the opposite out of you.

“I need to take a break.” You threw your head to the left as you confessed your intentions to him without any further context, paralyzing the Halovian. “Like… a few days or a whole week…”

“A whole week?” Sunday’s tone did not change, though, and after a few seconds waiting for a response, he finally figured you were too uncomfortable to speak any more without his leadership. “May I ask why?” He continued walking, a little more faster this time, cornering you against the wall even if his hands remained behind his back as usual.

“I’m not feeling quite well, Mr. Oak—”

“Please, address me as Sunday, dear.” You suddenly felt something wooly reach your left cheek and begin to caress it gently, figuring it was Sunday’s fingers after successfully cornering you against the door. “My apologies… I won’t interrupt you again.”

“I’m just feeling sick. That’s all…” You awkwardly finished yourself while trying to ignore his intimate demonstration of care.

“And you need a whole week to recover from it?” His tone shifted to a more serious one while that hand of his spread itself around your whole jaw and slightly pulled it upwards, forcing you to look at him again, and your silence made it obvious to him that you were either lying or hiding something from him. “Let’s sit down, dear.” His hypnotizing grin almost made you vomit the truth right there out of guilt.

Sunday released you and begun stepping towards where his office desk and fancy chair were, without acknowledging how quickly he had convinced you to speak the truth to him. That distressing nod in your throat was already unbearable on its own, but that you were being forced to tell such disappointing news to such a sweet and caring boss like Sunday, that truly admires you and trusts you deeply, just couldn’t be postponed anymore.

“I’m pregnant!” As soon as the distance between you and him was comfortable to you, when Sunday’s hand was about to reach his chair’s arm support, you let the beast out of its cage. “I am feeling sick indeed, but it’s because I’m pregnant and I have no idea what to do about it yet!” Your voice cracked a few times as you bowed your head down, tears barely glistening your eyes, but you did your best to hold them back and not stress Sunday, who had fully paralyzed in his spot.

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“I beg your pardon?” Sunday slowly turned his head to you, the rest of his body immobile in its place.

“You heard me, Mr. O—… Sunday… I’m pregnant.” You crossed your arms and legs, leaning against the wall vulnerably.

And once again, Sunday didn’t say anything again some awkward seconds, causing your heart to beat even faster than it already was.

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“P-Pregnant..?” This was one of the first times you’ve ever heard Sunday’s voice crack and stutter.

“Yes, sir.” You quickly nodded.

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“Like… pregnant pregnant?” Sunday repeated himself again, a little more desperate.

“Yes, sir.” And you nodded to him again, a little more desperate too.

“When did you…” He didn’t know what to ask you due to the unprocessed shock. “For how long have you known this?” Sunday sounded a little madder as you expected, but at the same time you could feel some worry and anxiety coming from him as you saw him move a hand to his collar and start fidgeting his own tie.

“I took the test a few days ago, Mr. Oak.” Although you noticed how you referred to him in the wrong manner, Sunday didn’t seem to notice it, or at least preferred to not scold you again.

“How many people know about it yet?” Sunday finally turned his full body to you. After all, that question mattered a lot.

“None of my friends know about it yet, only the father and you, sir.” At this moment, it felt like all of your friendship with Sunday never existed in the first place, considering how incredibly negative his reaction was.

“Ah, yes… the father.” Sunday spat the word like a curse, scoffing at it right afterwards before pausing for a moment. “Who is the lucky man, Y/N?” Sunday decided to speak in a warmer tone, hoping it would help appeasing the suspense between you two, but it wasn’t quite useful to you.

“Sunday, I… I don’t think I should—”

“I have to know who the father is, Y/N.” He immediately shut you off with a shaky, anxious voice before you could fully reject him. “I don’t think it would be beneficial for us if the people of Penacony were to learn that the secretary of the Head of the Family… my secretary… is pregnant of someone of bad influence, especially if I was not aware of it or consenting to it. Don’t you agree?” Sunday’s voice cracked a few more times with his growing anger as his fingers became more aggressive with his tie.

You weakly nodded, feeling more tears rise up to your eyes. You were expecting Sunday to have a negative reaction indeed, but you did not expect him to be this bold. It even made you question your non-professional friendship with him. Was he not as attached to you like you thought? Was his kindness to you just a souvenir for your hard work? Have you two ever developed a friendship in the first place? If not, were you really just a secretary to him? If yes, how intimate are you two?

“This seriously endangers your job, Y/N, so if you don’t wish me to take extreme measures with you, tell me, dear, who is the father..?!” Despite his self-control, you noticed a pattern of how he was simply unable to hold all his anger when he mentioned the ‘father’.

You breathed in and out, preparing yourself for the bomb you were about to drop on him. After all, losing your job to this did not seem to be the smartest choice to be done, although the answer itself could still make you lose your job anyway.

“I believe the father is Aventurine, sir.” You closed your eyes as you told your version of the story, trying to make it more broad by stating as a theory rather than a fact, but you were certain that the baby was Aventurine’s.

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Sunday scoffed.

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“Aventurine?” Sunday’s tone deepened, almost falling into pure madness. “The Sigonian from the IPC?”

“…Yes, sir.” You weakly nodded again, finally finding some courage to open your eyes and look up to him.

“You’ve been going out with him?” Sunday’s tie wasn’t tucked under his white tuxedo anymore, and he was barely blinking his widened eyes.

“I believe you’re crossing a line of privacy, sir. I won’t be answering that.” You felt blood rush to your cheeks as you remembered your last date with the gambler, specifically when the baby was being made, speaking a little bit more annoyed.

“Why? He didn’t assault you or anything of the sort, did he, dear?” Sunday’s hands crossed around each other.

“No, sir.” Your tone went back to its previous shy one.

Sunday’s eyes finally dropped and stopped violently staring at you, looking around in confusion as he breathed in and out harshly. It did help you and your body to calm down, though.

“You know you can always trust me if there’s any danger going on in your life, right?” Sunday looked at you again with curiosity, which made your body stiffen again.

“Absolutely, sir.” You nodded more confidently. That statement reassured you about your previous thoughts about Sunday.

He really isn’t that bold. He never was. Today was just a minimal and reasonable exception.

“Good.” Sunday’s eyes got distracted again as he thought about all the facts that have been told, and you decided to contribute with your own silence.

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“You know what? I must apologize to you, dear. What kind of man treats a pregnant lady like this? Only some uneducated punk… It was very childish of me, Y/N, I’m truly sorry.” Sunday suddenly relaxed in a blink, his hands going behind his back as usual while a cute grin took over his lips again as if he hadn’t almost gone mad in front of you.

After all, self-control is a really important aspect in this sort of job.

“No, it’s ok… I understand. I would be very worried too if I found out my secretary suddenly got pregnant.” Sunday hummed a giggle at your comment as you shrugged your shoulders.

“Go home, dear.” Sunday walked to you again, his hands landing on both your shoulders. “Go take a good rest. I’ve made you work enough this week.” His thumbs gently brushed your skin like wet porcelain, even raising them a few times to push some strands of your hair behind your ear.

“You’re… you’re not mad?” Deep down, you found his sudden change of behavior weird, and you weren’t exactly comfortable with it.

“Mad? Why would I be mad at you, dear? I trust you to make a smart choice about this.” And now that you were closely staring at his fine face, that smile, no matter how warm it was, it seemed to be betraying whatever was going through his mind. “Make sure to keep your commitment with the Family in mind, ok?” Sunday suddenly leaned his face to the right side of your face, his mouth hanging inches away from your ear as his voice suddenly turned serious.

“Of course, boss.” You nodded to Sunday, who patted your head in appreciation for a few seconds before finally letting you go.

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SLAM!

All the human bodies in the casino were attracted by the loud bang of the double doors being against the walls as they were brutally pushed open, whispers beginning to accumulate onto each other as they realized it was Sunday Oak who walked in.

“Is that Sunday Oak?”

“I thought he condemned gambling…”

“What is he doing here?”

“Sunday Oak?”

“Should I ask for an autograph?”

“Isn’t he Robin’s older brother?”

Sunday couldn’t care less about any of those comments or the glances landing on him as he walked inside the flashy halls of the casino. He was entirely interested and focused on his hunt, and his hunt only.

After all, it didn’t take him more than 5 seconds to identify what he was searching for.

Aventurine.

The slim, blonde man sitting down lazily on a chair with spread legs and a pack of cards in his hands, accompanied by two other men playing with him, sitting in the opposite corners of the table, all of them shaping the form of a triangle where Aventurine was directly facing Sunday. The table was full of cards and chips thrown around it, even a few real credits too, showing that they weren’t just playing casually, and three cups of alcohol being the only objects standing still.

“Ah, the Head of the Family himself, Sunday Oak! What an honor it is to have you in my casino! What brings you here tonight?” The gambler put his cards facing down in the table to open his arms to Sunday in a warm greeting.

His purple eyes still managed to shine through the dark pair of sunglasses he was wearing and the whole dark ambient around them.

But Sunday’s murderous face didn’t appease a bit with his warm greeting.

“Leave.” He glanced down at the two other gamblers, who simply shared confused looks with each other and Aventurine when they heard his order. “NOW!” Both men immediately flinched upwards hearing his scream, fleeing from their seats as if they were fleeing for their lives.

After all, who would be insane enough to challenge the Head of the Family?

As soon as the steps of the coward men started to become faint murmurs in the ambient, Aventurine finally started taking advantage of their privacy to speak again.

“See… when I say that you’re always welcome in here, Mr. Oak, that doesn’t necessarily mean you have the right to interrupt any of the games—”

“You got Y/N pregnant..?!” Aventurine’s smirk grew as he realized what was Sunday’s objective in his casino and how angry he was due to it, even if he had been interrupted.

“Ah… so you’ve heard the news…” Aventurine proceeded to grab the glass of liquor sitting closest to him and took a sip of it. “It is also an honor to have being the first person to congratulate me…”

“Congratulate you..?” Sunday’s eyes widened in audacity at his words. “Congratulate you?! For what? For making such an absurdly irresponsible decision?!” Sunday finally dragged one of the empty chairs closer to him and sat himself down at on it, both his hands slamming the table while Aventurine simply mired down at the liquor in the glass. “You’re a gambler, and you’re completely addicted to it! What is wrong with you?! What kind of man sustains his family by gambling?!” Aventurine couldn’t help but scoff at his words as his eyes finally looked up to meet his again, starting a war of eye contact.

“Oh, please, we both know that you’re not mad at the fact that I’m a gambler about to become a father.” The gambler finally placed the glass back to the table, his arms crossing as he leaned against the chair.

Sunday refused to answer him although both men had a lot of privacy to discuss such an intimate topic.

“You’re mad that it’s not going to be a beautiful and cute Halovian baby growing inside her with cute little wings on his head and a shiny golden halo that will grow to be the Family’s next prodigy..! And instead, it’s going to be a little Sigonian trash with cursed fortune.” Aventurine used his hands to point at Sunday’s features and his owns, but it didn’t trigger Sunday to answer him, despite his boiling annoyance. “Not that? No? Then it might be that… you’re mad at the fact that it wasn’t you who made the path inside her womb first?” Aventurine uncrossed him arms and set them on table while leaning his body a little closer to his to challenge him, finally causing Sunday to slightly snap.

After all, an obsessed man like him could not handle the imagination of his perfect pure darling being bred by the man who directly competes with him for her, all twirled around his figure and showing him your nudity.

“You little shit…” Sunday fisted his own hands as his eyebrows to frown in the table’s cloth as he tried avoiding those sinful thoughts.

“Me?” Aventurine’s eyes widened with Sunday’s hypocrisy. “Imagine you’re constantly trying to hang out with this marvelous, jaw-dropping and inspiring woman, but she’s always rejecting you because she was either working in a Saturday night, or too exhausted from it on Sunday, hum? You feeling me now?” Aventurine tried waiting for an answer, but Sunday refused to let himself downgrade to the gambler’s level and backed down again. “I think I should actually thank you for making her exhausted and home-alone during her precious weekends. You’ve surely left that woman touch-starved, and I certainly took advantage of that whenever I insisted in visiting her in her home… She’s actually extra tight when she’s stressed.” Aventurine winked at him, intentionally ignoring Sunday’s unblinking, widening eyes. “Just to think about my cock suffocating inside that tiiight pussy of hers while she begs for me to keep ravishing it nonstop makes me so hard…” Aventurine was rubbing his legs together under the table to avoid his slight erection to grow any further under his pants while his cheeks slightly reddened.

“You hell-sent maniac…” That was all Sunday could mumble without exploding. “Do you even listen to yourself? Is this the poor vocabulary that poor kid would learn from their father? You have absolutely no conditions of being a father. I know it, you know it, Y/N knows it. Do you have any idea how worried she was when she was talking to me about this mess? Do you think she’d be that worried about it if I was the father of her child, hum? Do you think she’s happy to be pregnant of you?” Sunday finally decided to take some dominance in the conversation and leaned closer to Aventurine.

“Do you think she’d be any happier to pregnant of you, Mr. Oak? Her manipulative boss that takes advantage of her every free second to keep her revolving around you, yet, refuses to take a single step forward with your relationship with her and keeps edging her pleasure in you?” Aventurine sounded a little angrier as he described Y/N’s work ambient.

“You know nothing about me and Y/N…” Sunday hissed at him. Deep down he knew he had a fair point and that he had to change his relationship with her if he wanted to conquer her heart.

“Well, I certainly know all of this would’ve probably been avoided if you weren’t the coward that you are, and asked her out before I did. Now, even if you did manage to make her fall in love with you and make her your wife, you’d never be able to get rid of the shape of her insides, forever prepared to receive me inside her instead of you because she knows who introduced her the magic of paradisiacal pleasure.” Aventurine twirled his fingers together and set his chin on top of them, his face proudly hanging on it.

“You do realize Y/N is most likely going to abort that cursed baby, right?” Sunday finally found an opportunity to counter Aventurine, smirking in victory after all those sexual comments of you Aventurine has been doing to frustrate him.

“Good for her.” Aventurine shrugged his shoulders, dumbfounding Sunday, who allowed his smirk to die for a moment.

Sunday didn’t understand. Wasn’t he cheerful about her pregnancy? Wasn’t he happy about claiming her womb first and making her a mother before him? Wasn’t he initially arguing with Sunday about being a father?

“You’re just bluffing. I know you’re disappointed.” Sunday brought his grin back before Aventurine could take dominance again, trying to convince him to let that guilt out of his mind.

“I don’t think you’ve understood it yet, Mr. Oak… I don’t intend to be a father. Never intended to be.” Aventurine spoke with a straight face, very relaxed as he confessed his feelings, unlike Sunday.

“I beg your pardon?” Finally, Sunday felt challenged again, so his smirk died again and never rose again.

“Sure, it would be disappointing if she did decide to abort the baby. After all, the idea of repopulating my clan back to this world sounds good to me… but I got her pregnant simply because I want to get her away from you, and that pregnancy is going to force her to take a break from you, and maybe eternally. I already heard you did let her go home today, so it’s already working! Thank you, Mr. Oak!” Sunday was entirely speechless at Aventurine’s confession, not a single full phrase managing to form in his head as the gambler paused again to take another sip of his liquor.

And Sunday knew he had more to add onto that confession, seeing how he swallowed the liquor quickly.

“It surprised me how all it takes to impregnate a woman is a single little puncture in a condom… Make sure to double-check your condoms before sex, Sunday! Protection isn’t a joke!” Sunday couldn’t believe all he had to add to his confession was a joke.

“You..! You did it on purpose?!” Sunday hissed as if he wanted to squeeze the gambler’s head until it crushed into a gory mess.

“Congratulations, Mr. Oak! We can finally have a man-to-man conversation!” Aventurine threw his hands in the air cheerfully as if he was celebrating his birthday.

“Do you have shit in your head instead of a functional brain?! Do you realize you’re putting the life of a child on stake and even her trust on you?! You’re a monster! You had no right to fool Y/N like that!” Sunday was finally finding out how little power of you he had on his hands, his anger finally spilling from its chamber.

“Oh? But you have the right to keep overworking her with the stupidest tasks ever? Making her bring you breakfast and lunch from the cafe with the stupidest exigences ever?! Like ‘No veggies, only keep the onions’, ‘Diet raspberry juice’ and ‘Strawberry cupcakes for desert with no sprinkles or extra frosting’? To make her rearrange your whole calendar for the month because you suddenly have a doctor’s appointment in the middle of month? Knowing she’s not intelligent or bossy enough to tell you’re just taking advantage of her position and her trust on you? That you’re a very busy man and genuinely can’t deal with fucking calendars on your own?” Aventurine also dropped his smirk, speaking in a more angered one as well.

“It’s her job, and I’m her boss. And don’t you worry about it because Y/N gets some good money for all her hard work and she loves me for it.” Sunday defended himself a little proudly. It was a good reason to keep her busy with him.

“And I’m just a great fucking friend! See? We’re both playing dirty here…” Aventurine giggled at his own pun, which made Sunday’s wings to twitch.

“Don’t imagine it… Don’t picture it…” Sunday thought to himself, and Aventurine took advantage of his silence.

“And, think about it, what is the worth in all the money you apparently give her if she can’t find herself some time to spend it because her boss can’t let her enjoy her weekends, hum?” Aventurine crossed his arms, settling them on the table to keep himself still leaning close to Sunday’s face.

“As soon as I get you out of my way, I’ll make sure she’ll have a lot of time to enjoy her life with me as her company.” Sunday threatened him with a mean smirk in his face, finding joy in Aventurine’s struggle.

“I don’t think you’ve realized it yet, Sunday. Y/N is already mine. All, all mine. She’s been mine for a long time now and will always be mine. Your little tricks to imprison her with you are clever, but you know how gambling with me works. I’ll always find my way out of risk and become the winner. And if Y/N is clever enough to remember this little fact, you might face a serious danger of her deciding to keep the baby.” Aventurine’s irises were trembling with excitement and hatred for Sunday as he talked about his possession over you.

“We both know she won’t.” Sunday hissed, still keeping his smirk, although he was doing a great effort to not punch the gambler’s face.

“How do you know, hum? Y/N is the kindest soul in this planet! I don’t think she’d opt to interrupt that growing life inside her so easily like you think. Maybe she’ll start sympathizing with it and decide to accept the duty of raising it with me as the father and provider. And if that happens, what are you going to do, huh? Shove your hand inside her womb and abort the baby yourself? You can’t do anything!” Aventurine cackled at the thought of Sunday trying to get rid of the baby inside you or convincing you to do it and pathetically being defeated.

“Maybe I’ll fire her. I can’t afford to have a secretary who’s going to birth a disgusting Avgin nor can she afford her life without the salary I give her… It’s a fair trade!” Sunday threatened enthusiastically, although in his mind he knew he’d never do that to you.

“Oh, really? And make her hate you forever? What a stupid way to give me the opportunity to finally imprison her with me, Sunday! Maybe she’ll learn how great it is to have me as her sugar daddy…” Aventurine threw himself in the chair and I’m his arms in the arm as if he was receiving a gift from Sunday.

“Or maybe I’ll take the matter to my own hands and marry her with me before you. And trust me, gambler, I’ll make sure you have the lowest share of custody, or maybe even none. I’m the head of the Family Oak. I own this whole planet in the palm of my hand.” Sunday also rose his hands in the air and inflated his chest, trying to demonstrate the size of the power he owns.

“Yet, you can’t stop the woman you love from fucking with other men.” Aventurine hummed some giggles while Sunday had to stop himself again to impede his brain from picturing that scenario. “I would rather die than let a baby of my blood to be raised by you. To be raised like a mere annoyance in the house… forever incapable of making his daddy proud of him because he’s not his real son… destined to be overshadowed by his future siblings… Both Y/N and the baby would be happier to have me taking care of them instead of you.” Aventurine’s tone deepened again, his arms lowering sown to his knees and gripping them to control himself.

“I will not lose Y/N to you, gambler. I don’t care if that baby would not be the happiest one in the world. I refuse to let you have her for another single minute of your life with those dirty hands of yours.” Sunday spat his prejudice for the gambler with no remorse.

“Oh-ho? Are you afraid I’m a better womanizer than you, Mr. Head of the Family? That my ‘dirty hands’ are capable to make Y/N moan my name in a volume you’ll never be able to get out of her?” Aventurine stared at the deepest corners of Sunday’s eyes.

“Quiet.” Sunday hissed barely above a whisper.

“That my fingers will penetrate that wet pussy of hers while I devour her throbbing clit with my dirty Avgin mouth? Oh, yeah, I’ve already done that!” Aventurine brought a hand closer to Sunday, only to thrust the air with his ring-finger and middle-finger a few times, pretending it was your pussy.

“Shut. Your. Mouth.” Sunday made sure to pronounce every syllable of his order slowly, exciting Aventurine to keep teasing him even further.

Sunday’s cheeks were reddening with arousal as he couldn’t hold back the few pictures his brain illustrated for him of Y/N’s naked body being touched by Aventurine, meanwhile the gambler moved his hands to his body and started brushing his own body in a suggestive way.

“Ohh~… Aventurine..! You feel sooo good around me~… Oh, right there..! Fuck me right there, Aven..!” Sunday’s fingers gripped on the table’s cloth as if that was the only thing keeping him from having a boner on his own, trying to force himself to focus on the gambler’s threat rather than his pathetic teasing. “Ah, yes~! Touch me, Aventurine! Touch me!” Aventurine put his own palms on his own breasts and gently fondled them, which made Sunday feel so disgusted he slightly backed away from the pervert in front of him.

“Do you seriously think acting like this is going to annoy me?” Sunday bluffed, betraying his own mindset. “I must thank you for the spoilers, though.” He shrugged his shoulders, pretending there wasn’t a noticeable tent growing in his pants.

“See? Even you recognize you’ll never be her first in anything because I’ve been there first!” Aventurine dropped his act, jumping back to the table, leaning over to challenge Sunday with a creepy expression and a proud smile. “Every Saturday night, when you decided to send her a ‘Goodnight’ message and ask how she was doing, I was already pining her down on her own bed and taming her pussy.” Sunday’s mind was unfortunately too attracted to that scenario, forcing himself to think about it.

Thinking about your insides being stretched by the gambler, your breasts fondled by the gambler, your pretty moans being listened by the gambler, your mouth kissing the gambler, your clothes being taken off by the gambler…

All by that stupid gambler, and not him.

“Focus, Sunday. Focus. Focus on the gambler.” Sunday thought to himself.

“Sometimes I even answered you for her, y’know? Sending you a ‘Goodnight’ with cute a heart sticker, pretending to be your dear woman while the real one was gagging on my cock.” Sunday’s eyes widened as he heard that disgusting confession.

Every time you talked to him at nighttime, Sunday would think about what were you possibly doing while texting him. Maybe you were changing yourself into your pijamas, specifically a beautiful nightgown of his favorite kind. Maybe you were kicking your feet and your cheeks were red because you were talking so intimately with your sweet and handsome boss.

How did you even save his contact as? Most likely ‘Mr. Oak’ or maybe ‘Mr. Sunday’ because of your professional relationship with him, but maybe it is something more friendly like ‘Sunday’ or ‘Sunday ❤️’.

But now all those fantasies that made fall in love with you even harder, were crushed by the gambler’s words, and he was really hoping the man was just bluffing to annoy him.

“You disgusting piece of crap..! You had no right to do that!” He hissed as his mind pictured more and more dirty illustrations.

“Seeing you smirk at me every time I passed her to you, thinking you were in charge of her and that I was losing precious time with her, made me want to laugh. Poor you..! You had absolutely no idea! You could’ve died without knowing!” Aventurine started cackling as he saw Sunday’s destroyed ego.

Sunday couldn’t believe it either. The gambler was right, and he did not plan on ever admitting it. To think that he has been interpreting you so wrongly all along and that that Aventurine was taking advantage of his foolishness was making him ache in need for revenge.

It was embarrassing to see a man of his level of money, power and intelligence to commit such a rookie mistake, of letting your weekends free of his obsessiveness and stalking, and find himself in the edge of losing to someone so weaker than him.

But Aventurine didn’t notice Sunday’s breathing becoming louder and louder.

“That’s why I had to show you the truth. To show you who is truly in the lead.” Aventurine unexpectedly leaned closer to Sunday until he was a few centimeters away from his right ear, invading his personal space. “That’s why I made a little hole in my condom before going to her home and ejaculated a lot of sperm inside that pussy when we were having sex. Thousands of my little spermatozoids… finding a way out of that rubber barrier and swimming their way inside her womb, claiming ‘your’ territory…” Sunday shit his eyes, trying to control his painfully quick heartbeats while Aventurine kept enjoying the mental torture. “And trust me, Sunday, despite her not knowing what I had planned for her, she was the one that kept begging for me to keep fucking her and to cum inside her again. Not a single cell of her body wants you—” Sunday unexpectedly unchained himself from the chair, violently grabbing Aventurine’s collar by his green uniform and fisting his knuckles across his cheek.

Sunday just couldn’t deal with his own imaginations anymore.

It hurt him to imagine you not desiring for him to touch you that way. The same way you’ve allowing the gambler to do. It couldn’t be true. He knew he could make you feel as good as the gambler did. All that he was missing was courage to ask you out. To think of Aventurine having the privilege to watch you during sex, giggling about Sunday’s obnoxiousness. To think of the gambler fucking you right in front of him, conquering your heart, and you enjoying it rather than asking him to stop and to saves by Sunday.

Even if it was just a dark fantasy. A horror one. One that would never come to be true, if it depended on you at least, he smacked Aventurine’s face as if he wanted to avoid that possibility as much as he could. He did not want that scum making someone like you fall in love with it anymore.

Although the punch itself wasn’t hard enough to make Aventurine drop his smirk, it was surely made him roll down from the table and vulnerably land on the floor along with a few cards, chips and one of the wine glasses, that broke as soon as it touched the ground, and Sunday throwing himself on top of him.

“YOU WRETCHED DOG!” Sunday kept attempting to spank Aventurine, who allowed himself to receive every single punch like a masochist while laughing at how Sunday snapped. “YOU HAD NO RIGHTS TO DO THAT TO Y/N!” Everyone in the casino already had their bodies turned to both men, some had even stood up to have a better view of the scene going on, all the whispers accumulating onto each other again.

“What’s going on?!”

“Are they fighting?!”

“Why are they fighting?!”

“Did Sunday Oak lose a bet?!”

“Who is Y/N?”

“They know each other?!”

“Punching me… won’t undo what has been done, Sunday! She’s pregnant! 100% pregnant!” Finally, Aventurine got bored of Sunday’s amateur boxing and rose his hands from the floor, clutched them around Sunday’s cranial wings, squeezing them hard to almost break its bones, and launched his forehead against Sunday’s.

“Who is pregnant?”

“This Y/N person is pregnant?”

“For God’s sake, who’s Y/N?!”

Sunday moaned loud in pain, accidentally weakening his weight on top of Aventurine, who quickly pushed him away from the top and reverted the positions.

“She’s mine… all mine!” Despite the few blood drops running down his nostrils and red marks in his cheeks, Aventurine kept smirking as if he was having the biggest thrill of his life. “And I’ll make sure to keep impregnating her every time I need to remember you who is in the lead! Over and over again!” Aventurine made sure to whisper his words about you and guarantee that nobody would gossip about their conflict, or at least gossip it with all the context behind it.

Aventurine’s punches were way more painful compared to Sunday’s, which was causing him to become so pained and desperate that he couldn’t even react to it, nor hold the gambler back. He doesn’t really tell people that he’s quite stronger than he looks. Although his slim body and smaller height sell the contrary image, all the years he spent being a slave strengthened his muscles forever, unlike Sunday, who has never quite invested in giving himself a buffer body. And the many rings hanging in his fingers, made of multiple gems, were making it only worse.

Sunday started to panic. So many people were witnessing the worst side of him, the Head of the Family, the representative of their planet, being in a casino and initiating a fight on it, one that he was also pathetically losing. After he’s given so many speeches about the importance of peace and the abolishment of violence, he was the first one to opt for violence when the stakes of a fight got too high? Even if he found a way to avoid the situation to escape everyone’s mouth, it still wouldn’t hide the multiple bruises in his face, and that would immediately denounce that he got involved in a fight, whether being who started it or not. Injuries like hematomas and cuts can take weeks to fully heal depending on their depth. How would he hide that from his public? His dear little sister? Gopher? Or… you?

“Oh, fuck.” Sunday thought.

Had he just made a bad decision? Had he embraced his instincts rather than his critical thinking?

He couldn’t let himself lose his reputation or influence so easily. He’d be willing to beg for Aventurine’s mercy as long as his face remained intact. So, that’s why he did his best to turn his face to the side while his arms and cranial wings crossed on top of it to create a barrier between him and Aventurine.

“What is it, birdie? Are you scared?! Come on, punch me again, I dare you!” Aventurine teased as he started digging his hands under his protection and undo it.

But Sunday was way more focused on the miracle laying in the floor by his side. The cup that had previously fallen in the floor and was ignored by them had broken into many big shards of glass, all beautifully laying down by his side and going unnoticed by the gambler.

How fun would it be to stab the foul gambler?

One of Sunday’s arms slowly reached out to the glass, but it wasn’t long enough to grab it, his fingers slightly touching the pointy tip of the glass. And unfortunately, a single arm on its own wasn’t enough to impede Aventurine from breaking through his barrier and curl his both hands around his neck.

“Bye-bye, Mr. Oak…” Aventurine’s eyes only widened in pure joy the more he suffocated Sunday’s throat.

Sunday grunted and gasped, trying to salvage the remaining oxygen in his body while his single hand kept helplessly trying to fight him back and pull at least one of Aventurine’s arms away of his neck.

Aventurine was so invested in his own sadism, watching Sunday’s face contort and crumble, that he still didn’t realize what was his other arm doing, slowly pulling the glass closer to his palm bit by bit.

And when Sunday’s fingers were finally able to pull that piece of glass close enough to him, with a swift movement, Sunday was finally able to—

“ENOUGH!” Aventurine was suddenly pushed away from Sunday by a security guard, immediately making Sunday’s lungs fill themselves with the oxygen he had lost while the glass stabbed nothing but the air.

And with the assistance of incoming men, Aventurine was quickly struck on the floor with his belly turned down and his hand locked together behind his back.

“Smart move, birdie! But, don’t you see..? You don’t stand a chance against my luck!” Aventurine cackled while he was momentarily being cuffed while Sunday was still recovering from the murder attempt.

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” Sunday couldn’t stand seeing that smirky face of his anymore and quickly stood up again, getting up on his feet again just to launch himself on the gambler again, the shard of glass already prepared to stab him.

But Sunday was immediately held back by even more guards that arrived in the scene, every muscle of his arms being held back while his legs desperately kicked the air.

“N-No!” He grunted in agony while one of the guards that cuffed Aventurine begun moving to Sunday and undoing his grip on the shard, pulling it away from him after a few seconds.

Aventurine kept cackling at the scene he watching, loving to see Sunday losing all his power and dignity in front of so many people.

“I PROMISE YOU I’M GONNA KILL YOU WITH MY OWN HANDS ONE DAY, YOU MANIAC!” Sunday spat his violent threat while still trying to launch himself towards Aventurine.

“Lets settle the bet, then! Whoever kills each other first gets to keep Y/N forever! Fair trade, ain’t it?” The gambler rose his head to talk to Sunday more confidently.

“AND I’LL MAKE SURE YOUR DIRTY CLAN WILL BE ERASED FROM HISTORY!” Slowly, both men were dragged afar away from each other, Aventurine being set in a sofa while Sunday was kicked out of the casino, rolling down a few staircases before finally finding himself wormed on the floor.

“Oh, wanna raise the stakes?! If I’m the one who kills you, then… your little sister will be punished too~…” Sunday fumed in anger as he thought of the murder of his little sister.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE PUT ROBIN INTO THIS, YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Aventurine rolled his eyes in boredom with Sunday denying to raise the stakes of their bet.

“Get him out of my sight.” Aventurine looked at the guards and spoke more seriously, a smirk still displayed in his lips.

Sunday gasped when he begun being pulled away from his prey.

“YOU’RE DEAD, GAMBLER! DEAD!” Sunday made sure to state his final words before he was thrown in the streets.

Sunday rolled a few stairs down, ruining the perfect white color of his suit, but unfortunately he couldn’t stop to relax, ease the pain and fix himself because of the people that could be around him. So, he quickly got up from the floor and fled to a narrow corner between two tall buildings, surrounded by dark and trash and isolated him from anyone’s sight.

Meanwhile he fixed his suit, hair and face, while calling a cab to pick him up, Sunday kept insulting the gambler and even himself.

Sunday knew he should’ve asked you out long before all this situation, but he didn’t believe he had to do it since he didn’t think Aventurine’s competition was that dangerous. So, he preferred to wait until he believed you and him had developed a better friendship, and possibly sparked you to like him more than as a friend, a colleague or a boss.

But now, the race for your hand in marriage has started and Sunday is ready to cheat to win.

It doesn’t matter if he suffocates you with work.

It doesn’t matter if he has to kill Aventurine or the baby.

It doesn’t matter if he’ll not raise the baby without a lot of love and care.

It doesn’t even mattter if you don’t want to marry him in the first place.

He’ll win this bet.

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Apex Predator

POV: Unexpectedly, Sunday decided to pay you a visit a few weeks after you’ve submitted yourself to an abortion. And much less expectedly, your relationship with him evolved to a whole new level that you’ve never even thought of… at the cost of finding out about a dark rumor.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a Yandere NSFW work

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains: Possessive, obsessive and manipulative behavior, hypnosis, cucking kink, dub-con?, usage of guns and threatening

— AU is: In-Game

— Yandere!Sunday x Reader x Yandere!Aventurine

— Reading of the previous part is advised

It’s been almost a month ever since the main conflict of your life has been officially solved. Despite your pity for the baby and Aventurine’s confidence on this issue, you decided that birthing it was not something you wanted or was prepared for, so you opted to unfortunately interrupt its growth before it was too late to do it. You felt horrible. Guilt has been consuming from you from the second you woke up after the surgery and it made you exhausted from all the overthinking and crying. And the second you found Aventurine wasn’t exactly fine with the abortion too, you felt forced to immediately terminate your relationship with him despite his insistence.

It felt uncanny to keep hooking up with him after you aborted his baby. A baby who could’ve continued his endangered bloodline or given Aventurine more reasons to enjoy his life that you chose to kill.

But unlike what you would expect from him, knowing he was hurt with this Avgin baby’s death, Aventurine didn’t take the breakup very well. In fact, he acted extremely shocked towards it, maybe even offended, even if a breakup would be the number one expected thing in a situation like this. He tried to argue with you about it multiple times, but you didn’t want to listen. You were a monster, and he was a mere victim who fell in love with you fro some reason, so you just kept running away from him. You blocked his phone number, ghosting every other number he’d buy to contact you., and you also started avoiding seeing him in real life even if he did his best to stalk you until he reached you.

…

…

God, what a horrible time to be alive.

Remembering all the messes this abortion brought to your life made you sick. So sick not even this comedy show you were helplessly trying to like was helping you getting distracted from your emptiness and depression.

Maybe if you focus just a bit more…

Knock knock knock

Hm?

What was that?

Knock knock

Is someone at your door?

Shit—! They must’ve been waiting for quite a while now! And who the heck could it be?!

You quickly jumped out of your sofa, immediately starting to walk in a fast pace towards the door until you suddenly remembered something that made you freeze in the spot.

You just remembered yourself of this. Aventurine’s attempts to reach you physically and talk to you.

This might be him. Big chances of it. He probably wouldn’t knock on it so gently, and instead, beat it as if he’ll die if he doesn’t come in, but this could be an attempt to make you at least open the door and give him space to possibly get in.

“Who is it?” You asked firmly, ready to hear Aventurine’s whiny voice.

“It’s me.” But the voice of who was actually behind it completely surprised you.

“M-Mr. Oak..?!” You immediately unpaused your steps your seat and rushed to the door.

What could he possibly want at your house? You’re not back at work yet, nor does he have anything to do with you or your issue in particular.

As soon as you opened the door, you met Sunday right in front of you, posing as usual, peacefully standing straight with both arms behind his back and an easy grin on his lips.

“I thought we already had a discussion on how I’d like you to address me, dear.” He referred to the way you reacted to his presence inside your home, scolding very gently, with no sarcasm.

“Ah… Sorry, sir— Sunday!” You sighed, embarrassed at yourself for your pathetic mistake and appearance while he stood to elegantly and angelic. “S-Sorry… I’m still not really used to that…” You shrugged your shoulders, avoiding any further eye contact with him.

“It’s ok. I’m just here to check if everything is okay with you. You didn’t come to work today.” He also shrugged his shoulders, but way more lightly.

“I’m… not supposed to be at work today… Today is the 3rd, I’m supposed to come back tomorrow.” You awkwardly argued back.

“Today is the 4th, dear.” But Sunday kept his easy expression as he maintained his argument.

“Is it?!” You quickly pulled out your phone that was guarded in the pocket of your pants.

11:36… April 4th…

…

…

FUCK!

“Oh my God! I-I’m so sorry for skipping work, sir! I-I mean, Sunday! Oh, God…” If you weren’t embarrassed enough previously, it got even worse now that you made two mistakes at once.

It got you so nervous that you felt forced to put your palms at your face to hide it from him. At least you could pretend you were just doing that out of stress, couldn’t you? Or did he know his presence was making you shy?

“No need to apologize, dear, as long as if it wasn’t intentional. Alas, it’s good for me, as a boss, to personally check up on my workers every now and then.” Sunday gently reached a hand of his to your hair, pushing a thick strand behind your ear, believing it was bothering you.

“O-Oh! Do you wanna come in?” Thinking you caught his message, you immediately undid your embarrassed pose and stepped aside, pushing your door a bit further away too to give him space to walk in.

“I would love that. Thank you, dear.” His little grin in his lips got a bit bigger, but you couldn’t see much of it since he immediately walked in your home.

While he took his first impressions of your house, carefully inspecting its details, you took advantage of him being backwards to you to fix yourself a bit. After all, you want to look minimally decent while hosting your boss, don’t you?

“P-Please don’t mind the mess… I didn’t know you’d be coming.” You fixed your throat too after speaking, believing your voice still sounded tired and sick, but Sunday did nothing but giggle at your worry.

“Don’t worry. I think you have a nice place, dear.” He turned to you again, looking a bit too proud of your home even if it looked so unorganized for his standards.

“T-Thank you…” You looked down again, not being able to handle his kind stare. “Well, hum… would you like a cup of coffee or tea? You can sit down if you want to.” You were a bit desperate to find something to distract you and him from the silence between you two.

“I’ll take the cup of tea if you don’t mind.” Sunday shrugged his shoulders again before beginning to head towards your sofa.

“O-Ok!” While you begin to walk in the other way, towards the kitchen, to start preparing his request.

And as you immediately started searching your catalogue of teas in your counter for his favorite flavor, you started to realize… you didn’t have it. Not a single bag of his favorite kind of tea. And neither do you have SoulGlad, his favorite beverage, in your fridge to at least mix it with the other flavors you have and call it a day.

If this was anyone else but Sunday at your home, you wouldn’t look at it as a problem. But he’s your boss, a very kind one but a very picky one. So picky he’d scold you every time you didn’t get his food orders 101% right, despite those always being so gentle. You didn’t want him to have any worser impressions of you, especially when you’ve just skipped a day of work for no reason at all, do you?

“Hummmm… S-Sunday..?” You walked back to the door frame of your kitchen, staring at him sitting down at the sofa from afar.

“Yes, dear?” He immediately turned his face away from his phone to pay attention to you.

“I don’t have herbal tea or SoulGlad…” You scratched the back of your head as you explained your situation to him.

“I’ll take whatever you have in there, dear.” But he simply smiled back at you again, which you found very confusing.

Sunday was always strict with his food. You promised. This isn’t the reaction you’d expect him to have at all at such an inconvenient situation.

It wasn’t anything serious, but it did give a bit of anxiety. Why was he acting extra sweet to you? Even if you’ve already flawed in the way you should call him, didn’t go to work, and now had zero of his favorite foods to please him. Does he have other intentions with you being here? Does he…

Want to fire you?

“Are you sure, sir?” You asked again, trying to rip out a more negative and honest answer out of him.

“It’s your home, dear, not mine. Your home, your rules.” But he still kept his softness towards you.

And well… he wasn’t wrong. So he at least had this common sense despite all his exigences and stubbornness? Why were you expecting so much less of him anyway? He’s the head of the Oak family, not some impolite punk.

“O-Ok, then…” You walked back to the kitchen after finalizing your little talk with him and spent the next few minutes working on two hot cups of matcha tea for you and him.

When you went back to the living room, you decided to sit in the sofa beside Sunday too, setting the tray with the tea cups in the short table in front of you two.

Sunday grabbed his cup of tea carefully, smelling the refreshing scent before beginning to break the silence between you two.

“So… How are you doing?” He turned his body to you, finally taking his first sip of the tea.

“Me? I’m fine.” You shrugged your shoulders, trying to not go too deep with the conversation.

“Fine? That’s all?” He confronted you lightly, chuckling afterwards. “It’s ok to be honest with me, Y/N. I seek to learn how you’re truly feeling.” Sunday lowed his cup, fully focusing on you while admitting his desire for the deep, harsh truth.

If he really wanted to know, you could at least tell him about some of the mess, couldn’t you? Aeons… Was this even an appropriate conversation to have with your boss?

“Well…” So you decided to lower your level of professionalism, taking a small sip of your tea to prepare yourself for the talk. “It feels weird, you know? I… never thought I’d ever find myself having to do something like this… to choose between letting a baby grow inside me or not…” Even if you’d already spent many hours pondering and sobbing about it, you could still feel tears coming up to your eyes as you spoke it again.

“Your grief is totally understandable and reasonable, Y/N.” Sunday never once stopped smiling at you despite the conversation being so dread, his voice as sweet as honey as he tried to comfort you. “I think a lot of women would’ve done the same in your situation.”

“And what would you do, hum?” And you, knowing Sunday’s beliefs in the protection of life, especially ‘the weak’, started to think maybe this wasn’t a good topic to discuss about with someone like him.

“That would be one intriguing question to make if I was a woman… I can’t ever find myself in such stakes.” Sunday took another sip of his tea, looking down to the floor to think about your question. “But… thinking alternatively, if I was a pregnant woman, considering my job and the quality of the father… I think I would’ve probably found myself doing the same to avoid any further suffer for me and the child, despite me not being exactly supporting of this kind of decision.” Sunday seemed to speak about the father a bit differently than the rest of his words, which caught your attention more than the rest of his speech.

“Are you trying to imply Aventurine wouldn’t be a good father?” You chuckled at him, trying to dig his truth out of him too.

“That’s not something I can judge, nor have the rights to. Only you.” His answer unfortunately made enough sense, avoiding a concrete ‘Yes’ or ‘No’, and that silenced you, giving him space to keep taking the lead in the conversation. “Talking about him, how is he doing? Did he take it well?” Sunday decided to temporality set the cup in his lap, as if he fully wanted to focus on the matter now.

But unfortunately for him, you felt very reluctant to answer. Your vocal chords immediately tangled around each other, as if it couldn’t find appropriate words to say, nor will to be spoken out.

“Hummm…” You mumbled, turning your head to the side and looking down at the floor. “He’s ok.” You nervously lied, flicking your eyes back to his a few times to show respect to him.

“Are you sure?” But Sunday seemed to have already captured your lie, his smirk giving it away.

“L-Listen… I just don’t really wanna talk about that part in specific… It’s very personal between us.” You rapidly turned your whole body to him, finding enough courage to challenge him like that, and that surprised Sunday’s ego a bit.

“I see…” Sunday looked away for a moment, taking another gulp of his tea in silence as you awkwardly sat still staring at him.

He seemed to be thinking, facing north, but truly looking at nothing relevant. The fact he still had a small grin to his lips even after your scolding made it look creepy too. Why the heck would he be smirking at the thought of your relationship with Aventurine and how the abortion affected him?

“But you know you can always trust me to tell your blues and secrets, right?” He turned back to you, but for some reason it hurt.

As soon as his eyes laid on you, a static noise started lowly playing in the back of your head, his words choking and mixing together together in a weird cacophony, for some reason. And your throat felt full, as if it wanted to vomit something… but not something material.

Your doctors warned you that you would probably feel a bit sick after the surgery. You could find yourself vomiting, fatiguing, having tough headaches, warm fevers or other small symptoms, but they didn’t warn you about nausea at all.

And it seemed to be growing worse the more you stared at him, extra colors beginning to shine in the edges of your vision. Every edge of every object, including Sunday, had extra layers of red, yellow and blue around them… a rainbow effect that followed your movement or their movement.

Had your blood pressure dropped to zero or something? Were you about to pass out? It’d be really embarrassing for you to pass out in front of your boss…

“As your boss, it’d be really important for me to know if you’re going through any discomforts or danger in your life or not. The IPC isn’t a joke to mess with, after all.” Sunday kept his smiley facade, not noticing how unwell you looked at the moment.

And the worst part is that his words made your throat feel tighter and heavier. Why did your body feel like it wanted to be honest with him it so bad? To tell your boss about your ex-boyfriend? About an abortion that didn’t invoke him?

“He… didn’t take it really well…” Your body acted on its own, and you had to pull yourself a bit back to stop your mouth from spilling out more words.

“Oh? He didn’t?” Sunday’s face finally became a bit more serious as he heard your answer.

And your body immediately breathed in, ready to speak on its own again, but then your mind, still a bit conscious and feeling very endangered, used its instincts to snap you out of it before you could say a syllable.

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Oak!” You pulled yourself away from him again, putting a hand in your forehead as if you were trying to get a grip of yourself. “I-I’m not feeling very well…” Just as you said those words, you felt that heavy aura around you, weighing on your wellness, dissipate in a blink.

“Are you ill, dear? I can give you a few extra days off if you need it.” He skipped one step closer to you, trying to bring back the closure you two just had before your repulse.

“I-I… I’m not sure…” You turned your body to the front, as if you were ready to stand up and go grab some medication in your bathroom, but at the same time you didn’t feel desperate anymore to go after it, so you simply kept yourself sat awkwardly.

That weird sensation was really gone. In a blink, it was entirely gone. What the fuck was that?

“I-I’m sorry… I just suddenly felt really weird but it’s gone now, I don’t know why—” After breathing in and out to recompose yourself, you turned back to Sunday, still holding your own forehead.

“No need to worry, dear. If you feel unwell, I’ll take care of you.” Sunday skipped one step closer again, packing his hand on top of yours in your leg to conforto you physically.

“T-Thank you…” You relaxed your body at his gentle touch, letting your neck fall down even more.

“But… is Aventurine troubling you in any way, dear? You got me a bit worried.” He leaned in a bit closer to you with a assuring grin in his face, trying to regain your focus to him.

And he successfully did manage to make you look back at those irresistible amber doe eyes of his, feeling a bit of pity for his innocence.

“Not really…” Now that you had already begun talking about it, there was not a lot of reason to go back anymore, especially seeing how curious and worried he actually was with you…

“What do you mean ‘Not really’? This is a ‘Yes or No’ question, dear.” His thumb brushed your shoulders still trying to keep you connected with him, a bit more worried about your safety now.

“He’s just been annoying me with a few calls here and there, it’s not that serious…” Sunday’s eyebrows rose hearing that statement, his grin dying a bit.

“Why? Did you two break up?” He seemed a bit too interested in the topic.

“Well… yes. We broke up.” You tried to hold the truth back, but it wasn’t something you could really cover up anyway, so you just gave up and spilled it out, taking another sip of your tea too.

“Oh… I’m very sorry to hear that, dear.” He decided to take his hand off yours out of respect and concern for your feelings.

“No, it’s ok… It just… feels weird, you know? He’s the sole survivor of a whole genocide and I just… casually killed the next generation of his blood.” You ironized the situation for the sake of coping. “And even if he wasn’t a survivor of a genocide, it still feels horrible, you know?” You sighed in distress, letting all your accumulated thoughts out.

“So he’s grieving the baby?” Sunday asked curiously.

“Yeah… I found him crying outside the hospital when he visited me after the surgery…” You paused, waiting for Sunday to say anything, but he remained as silent as a wall. “He keeps trying to tell me it’s just a temporary feeling and that he was just scared about us, but… I don’t really believe that.” For some reason, Sunday chuckled very quietly upon hearing those words, but you could still catch it a bit.

“I understand…” He looked away for a moment to process what you said. “I believe your theory, Y/N. Seems like he’s grieving both the end of your relationship and the baby.”

“Thank you, Mr. Oa— I mean, Sunday!” You suddenly realized you’ve spent the last few minutes calling him in the wrong manner again, but Sunday didn’t correct you one. “God, I’m so sorry!” You put your hands in your face and covered it again.

“It’s ok, dear. For now, it doesn’t matter. This moment is about you.” Surprisingly, right after he said that, something started buzzing behind you, and the both of you noticed it.

You looked behind you to see what was buzzing, only to meet your phone sitting in the sofa’s fat arms with an unknown number titling it.

Ok… Now this is very likely to be Aventurine.

You’d been ignoring him for quite a while now, and the more you do, the more bothered he’ll become with your wellness and the more he’ll annoy with these hundreds of numbers he buys just to call you.

And now that Sunday was a bit involved in the moment too, unfortunately, it’d be better to answer him than not to, or else Sunday could become a witness of Aventurine’s craziness.

“Uhhh…” You awkwardly picked your phone and stared at it for a few seconds, preparing yourself to the moment about to come. “Mind if I answer this real quick?” You decided to be a bit more useful and collected your empty tea cup, offering a hand so you could get his cup too.

“Go ahead, dear.” Sunday piled his cup on top of yours, letting you go right after.

You quickly walked away from the living room so you wouldn’t miss the opportunity to answer the call, and also to avoid letting the cups fall from your hands.

You placed them on the kitchen counter, wanting to check on the call first before cleaning them. So with a click on the big green button displayed in the screen, you put the phone against your right ear.

“Hello?” You said neutrally, but already with low expectations.

“Y/N?” The recognizable voice of Aventurine spoke, sighting afterwards in relief. “Y/N!” He said a bit more desperate, euphorically happy.

“Aventurine, you have to stop this.” You spoke firmly, trying to convince him with aggressiveness.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait! Please, don’t turn me off!” He screamed, thinking you were already about to click the red button.

“I already told you, I don’t want to talk to you.” You kept your firmness, but you lowed your tone down so Sunday wouldn’t listen ti you from the living room.

“But, Y/N, you never even gave me a single chance to talk to you!” He sighed in distress, all his excitement seemingly dying.

“Because I don’t want to deal with this bullshit right now! I just got out of the hospital and you expect my whole life come back to normal?! I’m sick, I’m tired and I feel disgusted at myself! I just want a few days off to breathe without you or anyone else bothering me! Is it too much to ask?!” You had to force yourself to whisper so your anger wouldn’t come out as a scream for Sunday to listen.

“I-It’s just a conversation! I don’t want anything else but to see your beautiful face and listen to your beautiful voice, baby…” He desperately tried to defend himself while trying to be goofy with you to calm you down. “N-No need for an immediate answer or kisses and cuddles! Just you and me checking up on each other!” He laughed afterwards, trying to cool himself off.

“If it’s just a conversation, why can’t you wait for it too?!” You used your other hand to grip in your scalp and press multiple strands of hair.

“I waited, Y/N! That’s the thing. I’ve been waiting all these weeks to talk to you but all you’ve been doing is giving me the cold and I’m hella worried! I’m coming to your apartment right now, please let me in.” Your eyes widened at that last statement.

“W-What..?! No, Aventurine! You can’t come here! Turn back and go home right now! I have a visit here!” You placed your palm in your forehead, anxiety growing about Aventurine possibly making a scene in front of Sunday.

“A visit? Who the heck is visiting you right now?” He sounded way more serious while he asked that question.

“A-A colleague of my work…” You tried your best to lie with confidence.

Knowing how obsessed Aventurine was acting right now, saying something vague like ‘It’s none of your business’ would freak him out. This answer would still freak him out, but much less.

“A colleague? What colleague?” As expected, he sounded a bit mad upon hearing that, but before you could say anything, he kept talking. “You know what, I’ll just park outside, wait for them to leave, and then I’ll come in and we’ll talk, ok? It’s that simple!” He wheezed a bit after talking again, in pure nervousness.

You sighed loudly and stopped to think for a moment.

Well, if Sunday was about to leave soon, there’s nothing else in your agenda today, and he really just wanted to talk… there couldn’t be a lot of danger in this, could there be? Especially knowing how this ‘just-a-conversation’ is probably going to shatter his heart and make him leave you alone for at least a moment…

You sighed again, but way more shortly.

“… Fine.” But in the other line you could hear him immediately sighing out of relief.

“Thank you so much, Y/N!” He laughed in relief, sounding very passionate. “God, I love you… I love you, I love you, I love you… I miss you so much… I can’t wait to see yo—” He kept bombing you with love and care, but you didn’t want to listen to it anymore, so you turned the call off and threw the phone in the counter right on his face.

Now you needed to find a way to wrap your talk with Sunday up so he could leave as soon as possible.

For now, all you had to do was wash some dishes.

And, now that you had both hands free, you grabbed each cup and placed them on the bottom of your sink, turning it on right after so you could start watering them. After quickly rubbing your sponge, which was already full of soap, on the cups, outside and inside, you turned the sink off and grabbed the cloth hanging in your stove’s handle to dry your hands.

You walked quickly back to the living room, not wanting to ignore his presence in your house any longer.

“S-Sorry for taking too long…” You sat down in the same spot you were sitting previously.

“It’s ok. Who was it?” He asked, referring to your call.

“Oh… just my mom.” You lied again, but thankfully it came put smoothly.

“I see… You sounded a bit distressed, though.” But Sunday still seemed a bit suspicious somehow…

“Well, my whole life is distressed now, so…” Before you could finish yourself, Sunday sighed very loudly, shutting you up.

“I think you need a few extra days off, dear.” Sunday argued, his grin turning a bit disappointed.

“Huh? Me? Oh, no, no, no, no! I can totally go back to work, Mr. Oak! I’m ok! This is nothing!” You scratched the back of your neck as you laughed at his unexpected reaction nervously.

Had he really fallen for your lie? Even if he did, you didn’t want to waste any more days resting for no good reason. You were afraid that beautiful, well-paying job of yours would be lost by whoever is substituting you for now.

“Nothing? You seem to still be a bit sick, your mom isn’t being helpful and supporting of your decision and your ex-boyfriend is disturbing your peace. I’m not quite convinced. Do you really think you don’t need any more days off?” Sunday challenged you as if for some reason he wanted you to take extra days off desperately.

And that made your eyebrows frown in suspicion. His whole behavior at this moment was being a massive signal to you that your job is highly endangered… or maybe… you already lost it.

“Am I… fired, Mr. Oak?” You asked reluctantly, your heart accelerating.

“Fired?” But for some reason that made Sunday quit his serious manner and laugh for a moment. “Of course not, dear! I could never dismiss a secretary as talented as you…” He rose a hand again and decided to rest it in your cheek to caress it with his thumb, trying to calm you down. “I just don’t want to overwork you even more during such tough times. It would worse for your mental health to add in work to deal with in between all those problems, don’t you think? Especially because we both know I’m not an easy boss… But I want to be easy with you today, Y/N. That’s why I’m here.” Sunday’s face leaned in closer to yours, foreheads almost touching, which made you even more nervous. “You’re unwell. So unwell you’ve even lost track of time today. That worried me a lot today, y’know? So I came here. To check on you and most importantly… take care of you.” Before you could even process all his words, you felt Sunday’s hand move down to your chin, his fingers hooking it gently.

“W… Wha—?” And much less, before you could respond him, Sunday shut you and him up, crashing his lips on yours so hard it made your brain turn off for a moment.

Art Credits (This account is heaven)

⚠️ = The moment ahead will NOT have Sunday’s harmony powers influence. After all, the fun in manipulating people is testing how little power you need to do so, isn’t it?

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W-What?! What is he doing?! He can’t do that to you!

“W-Wait! Mr. Oa—” Despite your peaceful protests, trying to pull yourself away from him, Sunday didn’t feel like stopping at all and only kept sucking your soul out of your body with that kiss.

But he thankfully stopped right before you could protest again to not scare you, staring deep down at your face with clear lust in his eyes and the smirk in his lips.

“I admire you, Y/N. I really, truly do.” He whispered softly, his passionate words trying to calm you down, but it only made you freeze in the spot. “You deserve so much compensation for all the extra hours I’ve made you work in the past… I owe you a big discount.” His actions were so light and gentle you didn’t even realize he was slowly pushing you down the sofa, only noticing it when you had already been pinned down on it. “Let me take care of you.” He leaned his face down between your head and head to whisper right in your ear before plunging his mouth on your neck it, biting its muscles.

You couldn’t hold back the moan he ripped out of you with that sudden bite, and that made you finally unfreeze and surprisingly start to panic.

“M-Mister!” You called him out, which only made him grunt deep in the back of his throat as a response, almost making him go madder than he already was with that cute nickname.

His tongue flattened in your skin, licking its way down to your shoulder instead, wanting to give it a bit of equal attention too.

“Forget everything, Y/N… Just focus on me and only me now.” His angelic voice echoed seductively in your ear, unconsciously convincing you to surrender to his initiative even more, spreading your legs so he could fit in between them better and tower over you completely, hands resting by the sides of your head.

His mouth deepened in your skin, covering a bigger area than before. He kissed and sucked your shoulder not very delicately, contrasting his usual elegant manor he usually had with you and everyone he knew. But, when he suddenly found your weakest spot on his pathway to your neck again, h nothing would push him out of there, sucking you like a starving leech.

After almost a minute claiming that area of you, he popped his wet lips out of your skin, admiring the view of the red mark he left behind for a quick moment, his fervor and lust for you rising, before going to the next step of his plan.

He decided to take your lips into a kiss with kiss again, beginning a sloppy, but passionate, kiss. And while he did that, a hand of his left the sofa and moved down to your body, his fingers starting to linger in the ends of your shirt, physically asking you if he could slide them under it. You arched your back as a way to demonstrate acceptance, and it made Sunday chuckle between the warm kiss you shared, but he obviously kept going on what he was doing immediately, his gloved fingers spreading away from each other as he started to move up.

Instead of immediately attending your wishes, Sunday decided to torture you by leaving you in the edge and started taking his time to feel every bit of your bare chest. First he started to caress your fluffy belly, appreciating its smoothness, then he circled your bellybutton and even thrusted it once just to feel it whole, then he took his time to go down every curve of your ribcage, and lastly, he moved his hand down to trace down the curves of your hips and hold them, previewing how would it be to hold it later on.

And once his exploration was done, he finally moved up and groped your breast once, letting his hand rest there peacefully while he waited for your consent. It made you gasp a moan another time, making you slightly panic again.

This is wrong. Really wrong. You are his secretary and he is your boss. Evolving your relationship with him would be nepotism, and just morally wrong. You should’ve never allowed him to fail in love with you, or even kiss you in the first place.

“S-Stop!” You broke the kiss abruptly, smashing your own hand on top of his, despite your shirt being between you two, but successfully caging him from moving further. “W-We can’t!” You turned your face away and tried closing your legs together again, but you couldn’t get him out of your way.

“What do you mean, darling?” Sunday’s warm breath and nose were brushing your cheek, refusing to stop the intimate contact. Another signal of his arousal.

“A-Aren’t you bothered with the fact that you’re my boss and I’m your secretary..?!” You heard Sunday chuckle after you said that, mouth beginning to kiss your cheek in appreciation.

“So cute…” That was his initial reaction, smirk growing lewder in his face. “I think it only adds to our professional relationship, don’t you think? You need to know so much about me…. why not learn a bit more?” His seduction was almost irresistible to you, your head slightly turning off for a moment. “Maybe we can start learning about how much I want to touch you right now…” He whispered directly in your ear again, making your cunt ache from need.

His logic didn’t make sense at all. But maybe this whole moment didn’t make sense either. Maybe your entire relationship with Sunday didn’t make sense to begin with. With his initiative, a fire inside you was beginning to light up for him. You were beginning to lust for him the same way he once begun too to be doing all of this. For all the moments he’s been overly kind and considerate with you, all the times he took you to fancy high-rank parties and presented you as a statue of gold, all the silly and serious conversations you’ve had with him in your phone and all the respect he’s shown for you.

It makes sense why would Sunday do all of that for you. He likes you. He wants more with you.

And be kind to yourself. It’s been months since you’ve last been with a man. Intimately or not. Your male coworkers didn’t know about your abortion, so they obviously didn’t bother looking for you, your boss was busy with work and couldn’t find many breaks to take advantage of, and your boyfriend has been making you feel even worse about this situation. You were needy. Needy for a lot. Comfort, love, pleasure, support…

And Sunday been giving this to you all this time. He’s trying to do it again now, actually.

Despite him unfortunately being your boss, one that sometimes made you exhausted too, he was technically the only one who cared about you enough to pay you an unrequested visit, and serve you with what your body craved. Actually, he’s been paying close attention to you ever since you’ve talked to him about your pregnancy.

He’s always been there.

And his touch on your body was so precise and mind-breaking. You couldn’t resist it. His gloved hands felt like feathers tickling your skin, massaging your breasts with so much care. A care you don’t even remember feeling with Aventurine.

“P-Please…” You pathetically surrendered, taking your hand away from his and placing it on top of your mouth instead to contain your embarrassment.

And Sunday just chuckled under his throat, finally unpausing his hand on your breast. The first thing he did was to pinch your nipple, making you flinch and squeak. Seeing your cute reaction, he made it a rhythm, and would repeat that move again and again after some brief moments to stimulate you. It didn’t even hurt you. All the pain and need was going to your cunt, who was wetting itself from the constant edging.

It was a mere massage in one of your breasts, but it felt euphoric to you. Your body was easily warming up and melting under him, facilitating his moves in you. You’d been successfully seduced and you wanted more of it. You wanted both his hands to be working on you, and then you wanted to move down to your aching pussy bad. But before working on it, you wanted him to take off his clothes and reveal his body. You wanted to see if he was as warm and sweaty as you. See if he wants you as bad as you want him.

Sunday unexpectedly moved his mouth back to yours and immediately proceeded to invade it wit his tongue. Despite your desperation for something more savage and immediate, Sunday kept it slow, gentle and passionate, as if he was choosing to throw all the control he owned of your body and mind away.

The worst part is that you knew his eyes were open, and they were staring at you nonstop. Your moaning face, with embarrassing red cheeks that demonstrated just how overwhelmed you already were. He was watching its every twitch. Meanwhile, your eyes were closed shut from the overstimulation and satisfaction, blinding yourself from his calm expression, unbalancing the power dynamics between you two even more.

In the back of your head, deep down, it perfectly reminded you of how Aventurine first found and fucked you. All exhausted, vulnerable and starved…

“Shhhh…” Sunday hushed you upon listening to your many squeaks and little noises of pleasure all because of his touch.

But he immediately moved on from your breasts as soon as he said that, leaning his body upwards and gathering both his hands to start taking his gloves off. He proceeded to place his hand exactly where it was before taking it off, giving it one last squeeze to your boobs before finally sliding it downward, fingers hanging in the edge of your pants in the end.

“Let me give you what you deserve, Y/N.” He waited for your consent patiently with a lusty smirk that signaled you that he was a bit impatient as he mired down at you from above.

You wanted it even more now with his teasing touch at your pants. And you could clearly see Sunday wanted it even more too.

But your brain just wouldn’t stop knocking in your head, telling you that you shouldn’t engage anymore, and you decided to stop and listen to yourself for a moment.

That was what got you pregnant, meaning that’s what brought you to do an abortion. You just got out of a surgery to do that. Do you really want to risk having sex now? It’s been barely a month. And what if you possibly got pregnant again? You would have to interrupt it again. Not only that but you don’t want you and Sunday to end like you and Aventurine, do you? Especially considering the fact that he’s your boss. How much privilege would you lose if such a dark hypothetical scenario happened? Would he leave you behind? Fire you? Ghost you? Is he secretly a one-night guy and is not making it clear to you right now?

You can’t have sex. Not now. Not for now.

“N-No!” Your body suddenly got very instinctual and forced you to sit up again while you screamed your protest.

“Is something wrong, dear?” Sunday immediately removed his fingers from your pants, backing away a bit to give you space.

“I-I don’t want to… do it… I can’t…” You breathed in and out, recovering from all the teasing he’d done to you yet. “I-I just got out of surgery… I don’t want to risk having to do another one again…” Instead of ripping a serious reaction out of Sunday towards your protest, he simply chuckled.

“Oh, silly, silly, Y/N…” He’d use this quote every time you’d make a silly mistake at work, and you didn’t understand where was the silliness of this moment for him to say it now. “Who said I’m going to use that? I don’t need to use that to make you have a good time.” He leaned his body closer to yours, delivering a quick kiss your nose. “Allow me to demonstrate, dear.” You felt Sunday’s right hand reach the edge of your pants again.

“W-Wait, then, what are you going to—” Before you could get more information, Sunday quickly fit his whole hand under your pants, right on top of your crotch, and ran a finger from the clothed bottom of your cunt to the tip of your clit. “A-Ah!” Your whole body shivered feeling the goosebumps from that tickle, weakening under his grip.

“Oohhh…” Sunday cooed in appreciation of your immediate reaction, grinding his fingers against your clothed hole to possibly get more of that kind of reaction of you. “You see, Y/N? I can give you a wonderful time and I can do it safely. All I need is your cooperation…” Sunday approached his head to your ear and whispered such teasing words on it to break you again. “So lay down for me again, dear.”

“S-Sunday!” Your body was tickling in sexual agony as he gently helped you push yourself down at the sofa, wanting your panties ripped apart immediately so he could touch your organ directly and stop leaving you at the edge of pleasure.

And Sunday thankfully seemed to understand you weren’t really enjoying the edging torture, so he quickly fit his fingers under your underwear and begun repeating those same movements of running his middle finger up and down upon your whole flesh, but now without the wooly barrier in between you two. Sunday even hummed under his throat in appreciation of your puffy, swollen lips, starving to savor them.

“Just enjoy.” His voice echoed in the back of your head, making your body weaken under him more than it already was.

The only part of your body that you moved was your hips, who were desperately attempting to get more friction between his fingers and your cunt, and Sunday didn’t fight it back at all. He allowed you to pleasure yourself as you pleased, he might even be enjoying it.

“You want me to put my fingers in, hum?” He talked dirty to you, the tip of two fingers going inside you in a way that made you throw your head back in desperation for him to thrust it all at once.

“Y-Yes! Yes, please!” Sunday’s grin grew in a creepy way, but you were quickly numbed out of your suspected thoughts when Sunday thrusted two whole fingers into you.

You squeaked in a bit of shock with his sudden initiative, and how dedicated it was, massaging your moistened flesh so carefully, waiting for your body to get used to him before beginning the actual process of fucking.

“That’s it… Just focus on me, dear.” He smooched your forehead passionately as he watched you struggle with the shock and proceeded to let them stick together as he stared down at you. “Nothing else but me.” Your eyes immediately started looking up at his when he said that, completely hypnotized by their shiny amber color.

Seeing your obedience, Sunday’s fingers started to move slowly, going in and out of you tortuously and making sure to punch that sensitive spot of yours he just found out in his trips. It was making you squirm with every thrust, your body relaxing in satisfaction of having something inside your pussy again and moving in a way that was meant for you. It felt even better now that you felt so insecure with everything in your life now, yourself and your relationships… but Sunday’s will to fuck you even with all these negative traits following you made you want to open yourself for him even more.

It all makes so much sense now. Sunday’s closure to you wasn’t normal, much less this. He was so distant and indifferent to his other workers. What would you out of all of them make any more special to him? It should’ve been obvious he liked you more than as a secretary. And it should’ve been obvious to you this whole time you were okay with it.

“You like this, Y/N?” And now you felt so horrible to have him trying to make you feel so good after so many months of you neglecting him, especially when he is currently neglecting his own erection just to focus on you.

You nodded, embarrassed of your own body making so many lewd mushy noises and so nervous at the sight of his cock so visibly hardened under his pants that it awakened your remaining consciousness again about this whole mess.

“S-Sunday… We shouldn’t..! Someone’s coming and I have to—” And somehow you managed to find strength to voice your protest.

“Get ready? But I’m helping you get ready. You can’t have visits when you look so tired and sick like this, can you?” He knew you couldn’t answer him due to the bliss he was making you feel, giving him the victory in that little argument. “I’ll be done soon, Y/N, I promise. No need to worry.” He kissed your cheek lightly and rose his body again, increasing the speed and depth of his fingers.

But it’s pathetic. It truly is.

Look at you, letting another man finger you like a toy while Aventurine, your dedicated ex-boyfriend is currently on his way to visit you. You know him. He’ll definitely come with a huge gift in his hands and shower you with so much love and affection… and you’re gonna have to pretend you weren’t just letting another man do that for him.

And that thought still managed to turn you on somehow. Maybe, if he saw what you were doing with Sunday, Aventurine would assume you’ve moved on and decide follow your steps, finally giving up in getting together with you again. Both you and Aventurine would finally find peace again if that happened. Isn’t that beautiful? The ends justify the means. Your body simply arched even more for him with your hypothetical imaginations, pleasing yourself with your own intelligence, worming in desperation for more of Sunday’s praises and touch.

All the liquids moistening you were thanks to only his fingers. Just his fingers alone.

“Such a beautiful, obedient woman… I love that about you.” He smirked towards the pornographic view he had of you under him, his cock twitching under his undergarments for any minimum attention at all, but being so painfully neglected.

You were so shy now that you were aware of what you were doing to poor Aventurine, turning your face aside and using your free arms to block the view he had of you. But that immediately triggered Sunday.

“No, no… Let me appreciate the view, dear…” He paused the movement of his fingers inside your velvety walls and pushed his thumb against your clit to edge you in punishment while his other arm gently tapped your elbows, trying to ask you to remove them educatedly. “Please, let me look at you, dear. You look absolutely stunning.” Sunday now grabbed your whole arm, seeing your reluctancy, and started pulling it away from your face.

You were unsure, so unsure and lost, but your body still decided to comply to him from the lack of choice, and let him see your face again.

“Beautiful.” It was the first thing he said to you as soon as your fucked face was visible to him again, making you a bit more comfortable with the moment as his creepy smile gained life again from above.

And unexpectedly, he decided to double down on the visibility and suddenly pulled your shirt upward, forcing your breasts to come out of their shell.

“A-Ah! W-Wait..!” You tried pushing your shirt down again, but his hand was holding it as if his life depended on it.

“Oh, Y/N… You’re a work of art.” Sunday grinned at the view, cock leaking cum on his underwear while his other hand gently fondled your right boob for fun and hunger. “I wanna see you whole.” He stated with a hoarse before suddenly removing his hand from your insides, making you whimper from the incomplete satisfaction.

But before you could complain more, he used both his hands to grab both sides of your pants and pull them down until they were on your knees, not wanting to waste much time taking them off for no reason.

Sunday’s cranial wings shivered at the sight of your naked too body, especially your pussy, all swollen and dripping wet because of him. He would never tell you such a disgusting detail, but his cock pre-came even more at that sight, wetting a bigger spot in his underwear, all that just from the excitement he felt seeing you naked, the excitement you gave him.

“Oh, Xipe… I must repent in advance…” And it obviously didn’t take more than five seconds of staring until Sunday’s middle and ring finger were shoved inside you again carelessly, making you throw your head back in surprise and lust.

Sunday was entirely hypnotized by you, eyes locked where they were, mouth almost drooling from hunger, dick twitching to be inside you… Nothing would stop him from staring at that Greek statue that was your body.

Sunday was honestly thinking deep down in his head that Aventurine could go fuck himself at this very moment. He could straight up break your front door using his hands and Sunday still wouldn’t stop fingering your hole. He could whimper all he wanted for you and he wouldn’t get it.

What? Did you really think Sunday didn’t hear your call from the kitchen? Why do you think felt so dizzy out of nowhere? Because of your surgery? Pfffttt…

This is going to be fun for Sunday. Very fun.

He really wanted this moment to be a greater moment for you, but deep down, he knew he had the most advantage in this moment and even most pleasure. Giving you pleasure like that while putting himself in the edge was more fun than he expected it to be.

Sunday’s fingers suddenly started thrusting you more aggressively now, trying to ruin you for his entertainment. Your thighs and underwear were glistened with your liquids, and soon your sofa was going to be a victim of it too.

“Wanna make you cum… Wanna make you squirt… Wanna make you feel everything…” Sunday spoke his prophecy hoarsely, body leaning down once again so his lips could reach yours again.

As he kissed you, way more savagely this time, his fingers started to solely focus on one specific spot of your walks and punching it every thrust, desperately trying to make you squirt. Shaking and rearranging your insides like that would soon force your liquids to come out of you to escape the madness going on at your abused pussy.

“S-Sunday..! T-Too much!” You screamed out his name a few moments before your body finally started to pop a few drops of your own liquids, taking Sunday’s attention away from you to watch your orgasm.

You looked so beautiful dirtying yourself up like that while your throat couldn’t even find a noise to emit from so much overstimulation taking your senses over. The more Sunday felt you spill out your juices, the more excited he felt to see it. So he abruptly pulled out of the kiss and locked his eyes towards your pussy, refusing to stop making your squirt until he had you soaked.

“Shhhhh… Don’t worry… I’ll clean it up after I’m done.” Sunday used his other hand to wipe a bit of your essence dripping from your thighs, bringing it up to his mouth and immediately starting to taste it.

You would never expect someone like Sunday to be so kinky as he was acting right now. Not that it bothered you, but the image he poses everywhere gave such a contrary idea of him that watching him act like that now was disturbing. It even creeped you out a bit. He was supposed to be a pure, elegant man, who fantasizes with nothing but making the world a better place for everyone and works on it daily like an angel. From a small insect to a God… he wanted euphoria for all.

Actually, never mind. It make sense why such an ideological man like him would find pleasure in giving other people sexual pleasure, but not as twisted and maniacal as he was right now in your logic. Maybe that’s what happens when you allow religion to play such a big role in your life.

“You’re about to cum, aren’t you? I can feel you tightening up… And here I thought you couldn’t get any better…” He grinned lustily, eyes shining with ecstasy while his fingers becoming greedier inside you. “Let’s cum together, Y/N…” His hand now moved down to his crotch again, jumping against it in search for that orgasm, despite it being still all guarded by his clothes.

Your body contorted more with the closure, and the way Sunday tortured you made it worse. You felt dizzy with the pleasure, and his distorted intentions only made you dizzier.

For how long has Sunday wanted this? This sort of reaction isn’t normal to your standards. Aventurine used to approach you so easily, acting flirty but very gentle, only to give you a common, but satisfying, night of love.

You shouldn’t even be thinking about another man right now while Sunday is working so hard to give you a mind-breaking orgasm. Maybe you needed something a bit more brutal and savage instead of Aventurine’s common love-making. You need to get him out of your head for now.

Even if he’s coming to your house right now, he told you he’d wait for your permission to go at your door, didn’t he? You really hoped that’s true because you’re seriously about to—

Finally, your womb snapped and begun to collapse your orgasm all down on Sunday’s fingers, making his finger a mess of both clear drops and thick lines of fresh white cum. Sunday didn’t even stop fingering you initially, although he could clearly hear your screams and your entire orgasm face. But when he finally started to feel your very essence start to drip in his fingers and cream him, he finally stopped and started scissoring you instead, trying to get your every drop of your cum around his moistened fingers. Meanwhile, the hand in his crotch trying to hold it more firmly, his dick twitching from the organ he also reached.

The entire time you were orgasming, that creepy grin of his wasn’t slightly washed away. If anything, it actually grew in pure admiration of you.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes…” Sunday kept cupping his own erection under his pants and cuddling it lightly, grinding it against his fist to satisfy himself just a little bit to relieve the pressure in his shoulders to help himself down there. “I can’t believe I managed to cum with you like this…”

When you finally stopped squirming in ecstasy, Sunday removed himself from you, immediately shoving those same fingers in his mouth and starting to lick like a starved dog. He loudly groaned as soon as him got to taste your cum for the first time, closing his eyes and cuddling his erection a bit faster and rougher as he did that.

“Oh, Y/N… You taste so sweet…” He cooed after swallowing your honey for the first time. “Promise me you’ll never stop working for the Family… Promise me you’ll always be my secretary… Even if I make bad decisions… Even if I do something that you hate… I want you to be there for me. Always. I’ll give you everything that you want…” Sunday leaned close to you, delivering quick smooches to your lips and cheeks as he confessed his deepest and honestest feelings to you. “From the bottom of my heart, Y/N… I lo—” Sunday wings suddenly twitched, and both his eyes widened, as if he’d noticed something.

Sunday lifted his head and quickly looked around, but while he did that, the front door of your home seemed to attract him the most, his head freezing in its direction. He stared it for a couple seconds, extremely quiet, until he suddenly wheezed.

“Come here, dear… I’m still far from being done with you.” Sunday’s hands suddenly hooked your hips and pulled your body upwards, forcing your sweaty back to unglue to the sofa, a fresh wave of cold air hitting you.

You weren’t expecting him to stand up from the sofa with you attatched to his chest and walk you around your house.

“W-What are you—” Sunday pinned you against that same door he stared at before you could ask what he had in his mind, a loud bang echoing in your home.

“Turn around, dear.” He whispered softly in our ear, seducing you into obeying him immediately as he dropped your hips and forced you to stand up.

“B-But, m-mister, I-I just came, w-we can’t keep doing—” You turned your body sideways and tried to cross your arms to make yourself less accessible to him.

You were foggy, sweaty and so overstimulated that you didn’t mind how Sunday decided to ignore your plea and simply take advantage of your pose to push your shoulder to the door, forcing you to position yourself for him. And soon enough, before you could protest again,you were shut up by his fingers thrusting into you once again, sending your mind to the clouds.

Your scream in reaction was loud, and you immediately regretted it.

“S-Sunday! I have neighbors!” You said between many moans of exhaustion and pleasure, using a hand to cover your mouth.

“No need to worry about them, dear. These solid walls are enough to cage every cute moan of yours inside this apartment.” Sunday’s other hand reached your face from behind, pushed your own hand away from your mouth and held your chin forced open to make sure those moans were coming out. “Just focus on letting aaaaallll that stress out and screaming my name.” Sunday leaned close and kissed your cheek passionately, simply to stand back to his place and fully focus on thrusting your overstimulated hole with his fingers.

You were extremely sensible with the recent orgasm and all that pressure and anxiety he put you on by fucking you in a risky spot. Despite his efforts to get rid of your stress, his fingers were so rough and deep inside you that it felt he was using his dick instead, and you were stressed at how loud you were because of it.

It didn’t take too long for his animalistic thrusts to start having an effect on you. The effect he wanted you to have.

Every damn second you’ve spent after the cursed night that got you pregnant has been a stress. You started to feel very sick and fatigued, and the demand of your work didn’t help it. Then, you decided to accept reality and take a pregnancy test, only for it to mark as positive. Then all that mess of deciding what to do with the baby flooded your entire life. Your relationships with Aventurine and your family, your amount of work per week, the efforts and money necessary to do an abortion…

It’s all horrible.

You fucking killed a baby.

That was what you didn’t want to face yet. You decided to kill a baby growing inside you. An innocent baby who had done nothing but follow the cycle of life.

It was too much. Your heart was overflowing with all those months of unexpressed regret, guilt, anger and so much more. And unfortunately, your eyes were the first ones to start to spill it out through long threads of crystal tears.

“Oh, dear…” Sunday immediately leaned down again and started showering your neck and cheeks with more kisses. “Everything will be ok.” Sunday hushed you right in your ear, which was supposed to make you less teary, but it only seemed to worsen you.

Your eyes rolled back and your back unconsciously arched more for him, allowing him to have easier access to your hole, whom was already easy to access in the first place.

“You’re doing such a good job…” Sunday finally freed your jaw, allowing you to fully cry and moan on your own again while that same hand went down to your clit and pressed it with two fingers.

“S-Sunday! I-It’s too much! I can’t..! N-Not in my door..!” Your voice became hoarse and weak with his masturbation, making you barely unable to finish your petty begging.

“Of course you can, darling… You’re such a resilient woman, after all…” Sunday kept praising you right in your ear every share of seconds.

Beautiful, charming, resilient, careful, attentive, intelligent, incredible, talented, determined, responsible, mesmerizing…

You couldn’t believe half of that praising. It did sound real because of his broken, harsh tone, but it all still felt so exaggerated. Or maybe he’s just been closeting all those words from you all this time.

“See? You’re doing so well for me… No need to overthink about anything else anymore, ok? Can you do that for me?” You were a bit weirded out by how Sunday was refusing to say anything in a loud, demanding tone anymore now and only kept whispering.

Perhaps he was scared he’d be too loud too and call the attention of your neighbors too, but you couldn’t do the same? How unfair…

“Y-Yes…” And you couldn’t help but surrender to the pleasure and let him play with you.

“Good girl.” Sunday kissed you one last time before his fingers went back to make a mess of you with his long fingers, who were thrusting you so hard hat it made you recoil against the door every time. And the nickname he decided to use with you didn’t make it any easier for you to keep yourself up, your walls tightening up around him even more.

It felt like he was going way more feral with you now that you were put in such position. The average speed of his fingers had increased, and the position made it easier for him to access you. His finger went in, scissoring and stretching your walls, then hit your g-spot and then went out, only to go in again and repeat that same process. And don’t forget that his other hand was circling your clit with no pauses throughout this rounds. It was vicious, addicting and truly overwhelming. You didn’t stand a chance against him in that moment. He had all control and power over you. And even if you did have a chance, you felt too good to want to take the opportunity.

It was true, Sunday was helping you unchain yourself and discount all that pent up stress. Even if it was at your door or him, it was still resulting positively to him.

“What a sinful woman you are underneath your facade…” But then you suddenly felt Sunday’s hand leave your clit alone and move up to your face again, his palm slapping your eyes shut.

You were now blind, seeing nothing but full black with a few bright spots between his fingers. Them you felt Sunday leaning in again, but not directly to you. He stopped halfway and didn’t do anything but to quietly wheeze after a few seconds.

“Perfect.” He said with no context, so you guessed he was talking about you.

You bowed your head down, feeling another burning sensation starting to spark in the back of your womb.

Even if your previous orgasm had just happened, looks like his overstimulation was truly destroying all your senses to make you cum so fast like this.

“You’re cumming again? I’ve barely even started, dear…” Sunday commented as soon as he felt your mushy walls almost crush his fingers entirely just like last time.

“S-Sorry…” You mumbled back to him with your trembling mouth.

“No need to apologize. You’ve done nothing wrong.” Sunday’s face finally leaned close to yours again. “In fact, I want you to cum. Just focus on cooling off your head and moaning my name until you cum on my fingers, ok?” The way Sunday whispered his order right in the hole of your ear made you obey immediately.

You threw your head down, leaving it hanging in the air while more moans came out of your mouth.

“S-Sunday! M-Mister Sunday!” You touched your forehead against the door, moaning right against its wooden material, moistening it with your warm breath as Sunday giggled under his thirst at every moan of yours.

“Good girl.” Sunday altered his wet fingers between your hole and your clit, prizing you for your obedience.

For the next minute or two, all you did was do exactly as commanded: accepting all of Sunday’s efforts and helplessly moaning his name, even if all your pleas would be ignored. With the help of his fingers stimulating your clit, your orgasm built up and released itself very fast, your mind fogging intensely one last time for a very long moment. Your insides burned with ecstasy, back arching to an angle where it could break.

Sunday watched it all silently, and you wondered what his face looked like watching you. He probably had that same smirk he’s been putting on his face this entire time, looking down at you with pure satisfaction and lust.

And when you were finally done cumming on his fingers again, he repeated that same action of sucking on them after taking them off you. But, unlike last time, he decided to kneel down and begun hooking your cream-pied lips with his tongue, licking it all out of you until you were clean and swallowing it down his throat proudly. Although you still found it really creepy, also the fact that he still had a whole load of cum dirtying his underwear. But that’s the whole point of intimacy, isn’t it? Let your partner tell you about his erotic kinks and let yourself tell your partner about your kinks too.

Having Sunday reveal so much about his intimacy was somehow comforting to you. Maybe you could trust Sunday to be more than just your boss. A one-night stand guy wouldn’t care so much about you like this, would he?

With a final kiss at your wet lips, praising your pussy for its hard work, Sunday finally stood up again.

“You’re exhausted, aren’t you?” You felt him lean down and support his face in your shoulder, a hand of his going to your belly and carefully holding it.

“Yes…” You whispered hoarsely.

“Yes what?” You sighed at that question, identifying his attempt at acting bossy with you even after sex.

Sunday was really that strict when it came to you referring to him appropriately. He’s still your one and only boss, after all. Now, it seemed he was accepting to be called in two ways, professionally and casually, so all you had to do was play along.

“Yes, sir…” You nodded your head while turning it back to stare at him. And as expected, he did still have that calm expression on his face as you predicted.

“Good woman.” Sunday simply pulled you away from the door and brought your legs to the air, beginning to carry around your house princess-style. “You’ve done an incredible job today. You deserve some good rest.” Fortunately, Sunday’s slightly weak arms didn’t have to do much effort to keep holding you since he simply dragged you back to your sofa and laid you down there.

“W-Wait… I shouldn’t rest now, I—” You tried lifting your body up again, but Sunday immediately locked your shoulders with his hands, pressing you down the sofa and approached his face to your right ear.

“Rest.”

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“Once upon a time, a cute Avgin baby started to grow in a lovely woman’s womb.” Aventurine’s whole body shivered in shock and immediately turned back to catch who suddenly started to speak. “Although the baby loved the experience of being raised inside such a warm home as that woman’s womb, the same couldn’t be said for the mother.” And Sunday simply kept walking closer towards his direction, Aventurine fisting his own hands in anger. “She felt sad, depressed and stressed with the pregnancy… not only her but the cute Halovian baby had its space to grow inside the woman too taken away by the Avgin baby.” And then he finally stopped when he was standing right beside him, staring at the moving streets in front of both men. “So she fucking aborted it for everyone’s benefit.” He broke his calm, passionate tone while he told his ‘story’.

Aventurine could only wheeze at Sunday’s ‘story’, which wasn’t really one at all. Just a stupid metaphor to represent the situation he found himself in at this moment.

“You can only fuck Y/N when she’s the most vulnerable she could be… Says a lot about you, doesn’t it?” Aventurine refused to turn his body to him, only his eyes. Those threatening shiny eyes staring at Sunday as if he wanted to see blood coming out of his face.

“Whatever it says about me, it doesn’t take away the fact that I did it and she wasn’t against it.” Sunday gently shrugged his shoulders, enjoying the power dynamics between them.

“Are you sure she wasn’t against it? Are you sure you didn’t use any of your Harmony powers on her and forced the consent out of her?” Sunday’s eyes widened at the accusation and Aventurine’s disrespect to not even turn to him and face him like a real man after spilling out such a dangerous lie.

“Are you accusing me of rape?” Sunday lightly chuckled at Aventurine’s lack of response, confirming his suspicions. “Just because she likes to be obedient and submissive during this kind of activity, it doesn’t mean I forced her to do it.”

“You haven’t even seen half of what she can do in bed, and yet, you act as if she’s in the palm of your hand to comfort yourself. How cute… but, unfortunately, now that I’m back to her life, you won’t be able to see much more of her anyway. So no need to pretend you’re on top. We both know you aren’t.” Aventurine finally turned to him, threatening him a bit more seriously.

“If you were truly back to her life, I don’t think you would’ve minded interrupting our little moment in the door, but you still decided to stand in the other of it like a pathetic abandoned dog while I watched your agony through the peephole.” Sunday finally decided to turn his whole body to him, making his message a bit harsher for Aventurine to absorb and fight back. “Just like you also were when Y/N finally aborted that baby out of her.” Sunday was happy to see Aventurine’s expression immediately darkening with that last sentence, but unfortunately, his fun was ruined by Aventurine turning to his direction and taking one step closer to him, something pointy beginning to rub right on top of his heart.

Sunday looked down curious, only to find a revolver pointed right against his heart with Aventurine’s index already ready to pull the trigger.

“If you don’t want to die right now, I’d recommend you to keep your mouth shut about that.” Aventurine let his smirk for that brief moment to threat Sunday.

“Why? Does it still hurt when you think about it? When you think about what could’ve been the future of the Avgin blood?” Sunday smiled sadistically, enjoying Aventurine’s decaying facade.

“Shut the fuck up. That is none of your business.” Aventurine pushed the gun a bit harder against Sunday’s chest, which only seemed to intrigue him.

“My, my… You really don’t like talking about it, do you?” Sunday giggled at him for a moment, taking enjoyment at his deadly silence. “Well then, you’re very lucky. We can still discuss another very important matter.” Sunday put both his hands behinds his back, posing elegantly to him.

“What could it possibly be, Mr. Oak?” Aventurine didn’t take him seriously at all.

“Give up.” Sunday killed off his own smile, becoming as serious as Aventurine.

“Hm?” Aventurine listened to what he said, but he couldn’t believe Sunday’s audacity in saying such a thing, so he challenged him.

“Give up on Y/N.” Sunday repeated himself a bit more clearly.

“What on Earth makes you think I would ever give up on Y/N?” Aventurine wheezed. “You are literally on the verge of death at this very moment.” Aventurine pressed the gun against his chest harder again, but Sunday remained unmoved.

“Are you sure?” Sunday tilted his head a bit, demonstrating his serenity.

Aventurine’s brain clicked with that question. He has been feeling it for a quite a while now, but he didn’t think it was actually what he thought it could be.

But now it was confirmed. Sunday didn’t freak out at the sight of the gun because he replaced himself with an illusion identical to him.

“Really? Using your Harmony powers to get away from a cheap revolver? How pitiful and coward of you…” Aventurine used his other hand to rest his palm against his forehead and laugh at Sunday’s escape route. “I guess you’ve learned your lesson in the casino at least…” Aventurine referred to his fight with Sunday in the casino where Sunday pathetically lost to him, playing with it as a joke.

But before Sunday could add anything to the conversation, Aventurine removed the gun from his chest, only to quickly point it at the side of his head and pull the trigger, not letting Sunday even process it, much less protest against it.

But luckily, only a single click noise came out of it, meaning it was a dry shot, which made Aventurine’s smirk increase uncontrollably, finding Sunday’s reaction funny. He almost expressed shock when Aventurine pulled the trigger, but he didn’t let himself express it any further to not please the gambler’s sadism again. And when he finally recognized that the gun was actually fully empty, and that he fell for the gambler’s bluff to be scared of the shot, his whole expression died.

“I really did teach you a good lesson, haven’t I?” Aventurine put the gun back at his back pocket, proceeding to cross his arms. “Not to be rude, but you’re not the best at bluffing. I know you haven’t actually fucked your dick inside Y/N. I could tell it were your fingers against that door.” Sunday’s face darkened even more in surprise, feeling a bit insulted at the his comment on his skills.

Is it that easy to identify when you’re using your fingers instead of your dick? Well, Aventurine was clearly way more experienced at this sort of activity compared to Sunday, so it makes sense that he could identify such a thing.

“You haven’t even touched half of those grounds, much less explore them. How do you expect me to feel threatened by you?” Aventurine crossed his arms, slightly inflating his lungs to appear more powerful than Sunday.

“Don’t you see it, gambler? It doesn’t matter whether I’ve been actually inside her or not. Your dominance is threatened. Your precious girlfriend lied to your face and took advantage of your trust for her so she could get masturbated and manhandled by her boss.” Sunday took a step closer to him. “It’s a shame you didn’t stay for the whole show… You would’ve also listened to me cooking dinner for her, washing her clothes and dishes, then placing her in her bed so I could clean her sofa from the mess we did. Where were you during that time? Oh, yeah, crying and whimpering in your car like a baby. Do you really think that won’t make her think about the two men in her catalogue? Think about how I’ve taken so much more care for her this whole time compared to you?” Sunday smiled the entire time while he made Aventurine reflect about what he said, forcing his smirk to weaken a bit. “You’ve lost power, gambler. And you are still losing it.” Sunday finalized his talk a bit more serious, pausing for a moment to see his expression of struggle. “Admit your defeat before it starts to hurt you more.” Aventurine closed his eyes for a moment to facepalm his face again, laughing at Sunday’s challenge.

“You know how it works, birdie, I don’t do bets where I’m not—” But as soon as he opened them again, he found nothing but your building and the streets in front of him, freezing everything to try processing what had happened. “Fucking coward…” Aventurine assumed he’d just dissipated the hologram, turning his eyes to the streets again.

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“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuuuuckkk..!” You repeated yourself over and over again as you walked around your house in pure confusion and desperation.

What the fuck just happened?! What the fuck did you do?! You fucked with your boss?! Your boss?! Out of everyone you know?! Mr. Oak?! And what the fuck happened to your house?! The kitchen is entirely clean, the counter almost reflecting your image on it from how clear it was, and also two bags with groceries on top of it with your market list all crossed out in the fridge! Your sofa was entirely clean from the mess you did with Sunday on it and all your clothes were clean, dry and piled up on top of each other, just waiting to be put back at your drawers!

Did Sunday do all of this?!

Why?!?!

You anxiously picked up your phone, in search of Sunday’s contact despite still being so embarrassed from what you had just done with him, and opened your messenger app.

There were two unread notifications. One from Sunday himself and an unknown number, which you assumed was Aventurine.

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OH MY GOD, AVENTURINE.

You immediately opened the unknown number’s chat with you, meeting a total of three missed calls from them.

Oh, you messed up. Now you have 100% messed up.

You didn’t only fuck with another man, but you did it right before meeting with him, fell asleep and missed the fucking meeting! That means you’ve left him waiting for… 2 hours!!!

But fortunately, as you read his messages, you’ve realized how luck decided to stay by your side this time.

Hey Y/N

Aventurine here

Unfortunately I had to cancel our little meeting…

The IPC surprisingly needs me more than I need you…

I’m just kidding

No one else needs something as much as I need you ❤️

Not even close

Are you free tomorrow?

I have all day for you ;)

Maybe I can take you to that fancy restaurant you love… then we go shopping… then we finally settle down to talk

Is that ok with you?

I’ll patiently wait for your answer, my princess

Love you ❤️

You giggled a bit.

What are the chances of the IPC actually being helpful to someone?!

Although you found it a bit weird how someone as unserious as Aventurine when it came to work to prioritize it rather than you. Especially because… he’d typically do the contrary. He’d leave the IPC behind to solely focus on your needs and attend them.

Well, it doesn’t matter. If he can’t come, he can’t come. He is a Stoneheart, so, maybe his lazy and procrastinating choices are finally having their consequences… You can only imagine how exhausted you’d be if you ever procrastinated Sunday’s demands.

I could meet you tomorrow at night

But you can still come here after you’re done with work if you want to

Maybe you can come at 8?

You even thought about answering his last message with “I love you too”, but it didn’t feel appropriate in the slightest. You two were broken up, you have slightly fallen out of love with him because of this whole abortion mess, and you had just fucked with your boss.

After waiting for a green dot to appear under his default profile picture for a while, only to be fully ghosted, you decided to move on and see what Sunday had sent you.

Hello, dear,

If you’re wondering why is your kitchen so clean and what are those bags in your counter, no need to worry. That was me. You were very sleepy after our moment, and I would never let a lady like you, especially after going through such a rough surgery, to be overwhelmed by so many house chores when you are supposed to come back to work tomorrow. I hope my assistance was helpful. There’s no need for you to worry about ‘paying me back’ too.

By the way, I am aware that what we did was very unusual and it might’ve scared you at first, and it might still be scaring you now, so I feel like I must assure you of the fact that this won’t affect your job at all. We’ll continue as boss and secretary as we’ve always been during the daylight.

If you are uncomfortable with what happened, either me or the act itself, please, always feel free to open up to me, whether it is to discuss it or to keep making progress. But I won’t demand you to give me an answer now.

Rest well, dear.

Have a good day.

Wow.

This text… doesn’t feel real.

Mita funny how both of them texted you at similar times… as if the world was starting to show you exactly what you’ve gotten yourself into.

It feels like as if Sunday could read your mind.

You were starting to be concerned about your relationship with him indeed, even during the act itself, and neither did you want to give him an immediate answer. Although you typically hate taking advantage of the permissions or benefits that Sunday gives you, you decided to take this one and turn off your phone momentarily. This whole messy situation made your brain so busy and worried that it actually made you feel sick.

Your stomach felt a bit uneasy and your womb seemed to be contracting a little, giving you that good-old sensation of period cramps. So, you quickly rushed to the bathroom and opened your sink’s left drawer, where you kept all your medicine in, both normal ones and the ones prescribed for you after this surgery. You didn’t even bother getting a cup of water and just swallowed the little pill whole in a blink, a bitter taste spreading itself through your tongue and gums after it.

Fortunately, you were distracted from the taste of the pill due to your phone beeping again. And so, you picked it up again, the screen immediately turning on when it sensed your touch.

Surprisingly, it was your second ‘boss’, Robin Oak.

Hello, Y/N

Sunday told me you’re done with your surgery and that you got out of the hospital a few days ago. Is that true?

You immediately unlocked your phone to answer her, heading to Robin’s chat with you in your messenger app.

Yeah!

Finally home again ☺️

You decided to act extra sweet with Robin to not give her any unnecessary worries. She’s a worldwide pop-star. She already has too much trouble to deal with for you to bother her with yours, but knowing how kind Robin is… you doubted it would work. Sunday ordered you to not bother her with this trouble too anyway, so you had extra reasons to act soft with her.

That’s so good to hear!

I’ve been worried sick about you…

So much that I’ve praying for your wellness every night these past weeks.

You’ve always been so helpful to me and my brother… I should be helpful to you too.

Are you capable of leaving your home yet? Or are you still sick? We could hang out around Penacony this week and go shopping! 😊

Ms. Oak…

You’re too kind…

There’s no need to worry about me at all, I’m doing really well

We can hang out this week if you really want to, but if you plan in spoiling me with jewelry, I must stop you in advance…

But you must accept my gratitude!!!!!

Or did my brother m already spoil you?!?!?!

He told me he paid you a visit today!

Please don’t tell me he left me with nothing to do for you!!!!!!!

Well…

He just came by to talk a bit and help me with house chores.

Nothing serious.

Of course he did…

Ever since that episode in the casino he hasn’t stopped worrying about you once.

I’m not surprised he’s the first one to visit you.

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Episode in the casino? What was she talking about?

What episode?

Oh.

You don’t know?

Well, Sunday has indeed been trying his best to keep this hidden from the public, but…

I’m surprised you don’t know about it…

Him and some guy from the IPC fought in his casino.

I don’t remember his name now but I’m pretty sure it was a Stoneheart…

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What..?

What?

You typed back urgently.

For some reason it made a bit of sense.

The only Stoneheart resent in Penacony at this very moment was Aventurine under some orders of investigation.

Aventurine got you pregnant accidentally and Sunday has been acting overprotective of you ever since. Maybe Sunday went after him to discuss the topic, but… how would that lead to a fight? Both Sunday and Aventurine are diplomatic, and Aventurine in particular never had any sort of bad intentions with you to trigger Sunday.

But his overprotection of you… Was he upset about your pregnancy for some reason?

I don’t know a lot about it, but I know for a fact it happened.

What do you mean they fought?

Why would they ever fight?

I wish Sunday would tell me that too…

He could barely look me in the eye when I was confronting him about it…

I found it out through Penacony gossip pages in social media

I don’t think you’ll be able to find anything about it now because he’s targeting those posts too.

Any guesses?

You hated Ms. Robin’s unawareness. Even if she did know about your pregnancy, she didn’t know who’s the father is, much less that it was this father who Sunday fought with apparently…

I have no clue either.

I need to go now, Ms. Oak.

Home chores can’t do themselves alone, can they?

You smacked your phone back in the counter again facing downwards.

No, it can’t be true. It shouldn’t be making any sense.

It could be anyone who Sunday fought with. Who knows if the person he fought with is indeed from the IPC? Especially the Stonehearts? It’s just a rumor. It could’ve easily been altered to attract the eyes of the public.

Right..?

“Promise me you’ll never stop working for the Family… Promise me you’ll always be my secretary… Even if I make bad decisions… Even if I start doing something you hate… I want you to be there for me. Always. I’ll give you everything that you want…”

“From the bottom of my heart, Y/N… I lo—”

—ve you…

… That’s what he wanted to say, right..?

After everything he’s done to you now, it’s very clear that it was surely what he meant to say.

He loves you.

Sunday loves you.

Sunday Oak loves you.

And a man who loves a woman would surely be upset if she got pregnant by someone else, right? Maybe enough to take the matter in his own hands? Even if they’re not usually violent? A case as serious and heartbreaking as this could shake any man’s mind, wouldn’t it?

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You should sleep.

This new information is still too vague and mysterious to you. You should stop overthinking about something you have no idea about.

You’ll need to do your own research before reaching your own conclusions. Whether it is talking to Robin, searching it up on social media or…

Talking to either Sunday or Aventurine.

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I´m so excited for part 2 of The Lion and the Fox fic ^^

You guys are gonna be SO fed with this part 2… I’m so excited to post it as well!!! If only life wasn’t a bit tough at the moment and gave me more time to work in this! 😣

(Progress is like: 65% done btw)

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Can Natlan end already? I can’t take it anymore I’m going insane 😂🔫

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are you gonna write a second part of the lion and the fox? i loved that fic

Yessir! 🙏 That’s why I have a upcoming fics post!

I am working on it right now actually so hold your hats, ladies! Shit is about to get serious between those three 🔥

But y’all r NOT getting any spoilers 🙅‍♀️

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Opened my inbox for fun if anyone has questions about anything, either me, or a fic of mine cuz I feel like I’ve left it closed for a GOOD while 😭

Requests are still not open cuz I’m really locked in rn both in real life stuff and my next fic project so if you still decide to take advantage of my inbox being open to send one, I must warn you it’ll probably be thrown away or neglected for a good while unless it’s absolute cinema or related to one of upcoming fics ✌️

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POV: You can’t help but notice how one of your patients, Anaxagoras, has been acting a bit different than usual this past week throughout the tournament, and you’ve been feeling even eerier around him now that he not only got a lot of blood in his hands, but also can’t stop coming back to your office and doing awkward things.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a Yandere SFW piece

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains: Obsessive, manipulative, aggressive and possessive behavior and descriptions of a physical fight and injuries

— AU is: Modern

— MartialArtist!Anaxa x Nurse!Reaer

Anaxagoras is an unique man.

You’ve first laid your eyes on him when he, as the male captain of the Cerces Heirs Dojo in this championship, passed by your office to get some medication, and you, assigned as the head nurse in this championship, gave it to him.

He was short and sharp with his words, verbally rejecting or ignoring all of your attempts to get to know him a bit more, and even acting unnecessarily rude to you sometimes, which completely demotivated you from talking to him, even if it was something really important for your job as a nurse in this event.

But you truly met Anaxagoras during one particular night. You were walking back to the hotel after a tiring afternoon, and found him working out alone in the shore of a beach nearby the place. You were typically going to ignore him, especially because you knew he’d not miss you at all, but something caught your eye. That big hematoma in his back. You’d never seen it during your few sessions with him. Was this why he was avoiding talking to you? Was he trying to hide that from you? Who did that to him? You don’t remember watching him get so brutally hit in that spot of his body during any of his fights. Was it someone else? You had to immediately treat that injury for tomorrow’s tournament and check up his mental health and security.

So you inflated your chest with air, turned your steps to his direction and prepared yourself for another tiring talk with him. He was obviously ignorant and hesitant to even acknowledge you when you started talking, but while you listed your arguments and he undeniably listened to them, he couldn’t really deny they were very factual and logical, so he surprisingly decided to follow your advice and go back to the hotel with you.

You were happy, of course. To you, convincing him to obey you felt like taming a lion. But, unfortunately, Anaxagoras did not try to make any more efforts of keeping the mood between you two light and chill, making the walk become horribly awkward. He didn’t even seem to care about it while you were almost having a panic attack. That’s why you decided to start talking about another unrelated topics, like yourself and the tournament. But knowing how easy it is to distract you and how quiet and unbothered Anaxagoras remained, soon, you obviously forgot about your task and actually turned that moment into a hangout.

In the end, you and Anaxagoras went on an arcade together, where he was surprisingly skilled at, despite his nonchalant expression, and lunched together in a bar nearby, which thankfully seemed to cool off his mood and mind, and yours too. You were talking nonstop to him about funny stories, interesting medical facts, your favorite hobbies, your family, etc, while getting your hands and face dirty with crumbs of food, while he politely ate in a slow pace, staring at you in complete silence, which was a bit uncomfortable at first, but the tone of how he looked at you, barely blinking and relaxed told you he wasn’t minding it at all.

After all, after this night you shared with him, he started acting less thorny to you and visiting your office more frequently, which was really helpful to your job as a nurse and very cute from him. He was still nonchalant as he was, obviously, but he was definitely way less self-absorbed.

But today made you remember why Anaxagoras was in this tournament in the first place.

Phainon, one of the most prominent fighters in this championship and also a dear colleague of yours, fought against Anaxa in today’s finals. But something was different in this fight. In the second round, while both men fought, they eventually got very close to each other, and you could see Phainon say something to Anaxa that immediately triggered him for the rest of the fight.

The last round was a in tight tie. The next point would officially dictate the victor of the championship. No knockouts were needed, just one mere punch in a weak spot of the body would be necessary. But then, they approached each other again, and Phainon decided to tease him again, and that’s when Anaxagoras snapped, and picked the unnecessary alternative to win the fight.

Anaxa reunited all his strength in his right fist and blew a single punch in Phainon’s face. And that was all he needed to knock him out. He fell in the floor unconscious, blood immediately spattering out of his nose across the mat while half of the audience gasped, and the other half started cheering.

Knockouts don’t need you to make your opponent pass out or broke a bone, and instead, simply require you to push them to the ground. Yet, Anaxa went that far with it and took the title of winner of this state championship.

Unfortunately, as a nurse, you and your team immediately had to act and dragged Phainon to the emergency room in your office to provide him proper treatment until an ambulance came to pick him up and bring him to a hospital, meaning you missed the moment of Anaxagoras getting his golden medal and trophy, to instead, take care of your friend that had just lost a big championship pretty pathetically and also dislocated his nose.

Now you were sitting at your desk, writing a report about what had happened to Phainon and what were his injuries (or at least the ones you noticed) to send it to the hospital where he was. You were very shocked and sad for him, which made that document very uncomfortable to write. Even if you were cheering for the both of them, you were still a bit more biased to Phainon. You knew he’ll be really mad and humiliated when he wakes up, and feel so horrible for him you want to prepare something to do to console him. And you were definitely feeling a bit uneasy about Anaxagoras’s strength and intentions now.

But unfortunately, you couldn’t think much more about it anymore because someone suddenly tapped in your door and started walking in.

“A-Anaxa?! Oh, my God, I’m so sorry I missed your award!” You immediately jumped up from your chair when you recognized him, rushing to him and also noticing the hanging golden medal in his neck in the way. “I’m so happy for you! Congratulations!” You decided to hug him even if he didn’t ask for it.

Anaxagoras didn’t react to your move at first, simply letting you hug him with no reciprocation, but after a few seconds you felt his cold hands land in your shoulders, and slowly twirl around your neck, hugging you back very awkwardly.

“T-Thank you.” He said with his usual unmoved tone, but the way he stuttered told you he wasn’t annoyed at your move. “Are you… available to take care of me right now..? My eye is still hurting a bit from that punch…” He leaned his head down so he could whisper his question into your ear, which made you confused enough to raise your head and stop clinging it against his hard chest.

You knew what he was talking about. During the second round of their fight, right before they got close to each other and Phainon whispered something to him, Phainon managed to make a little comeback against Anaxa with a punch in his eye that made him unbalance and step back all the way to the limit of the mat, almost falling down if it weren’t for his luck of coincidently going to your team’s direction and for you and a few other hands holding him back. That’s why the last round was in a tight tie.

“Take care of you? I thought the other nurses had already—”

“No.” He cut you off, guessing you were going to ask him if he wasn’t treated already (and he was right). “I wanted to see you.” He looked away from your gaze, pretending he wasn’t a bit shy asking for your treatment behind that bored face.

“Oh, really? You want me to take care of you out of all the other nurses? Didn’t you despise me?” You let go of him, proudly putting your hands in your hips to assert a bit of confidence.

“That’s not true.” He was immediately triggered with that, looking down at you with his eyebrows frowning a bit more, which you took as a sign to stop before you were his next victim.

“Well then…” You undid your pose and crossed your arms instead, clearing your throat. “May I ask you to sit down and take off your kimono?” You asked and he nodded, which made you finally start moving around the room to collect the items you thought you’d need to use with him and also pull a chair from the corner of the room for him to sit down.

After you set a chair in the middle of the room, Anaxa casually sat down on it as you told him to, also taking off the top part of his kimono so you can check up on him and resting it on his lap while waiting for you to begin your examination.

Anaxa wasn’t as tall as Phainon and he was very slim, with not a lot of built muscles to be seen at first glance. But the moment he flexes his body, you can totally understand how Phainon got knocked out with a single punch of his hand. And, allowing yourself to be a bit of a pervert, that only made him look even fancier to you.

In total, you grabbed an ice pack and an eyepatch for his eye, a relaxant cream that you have been using to treat the purple scar in his back, and a bandage roll in case there was a new fresh injury that needed to be treated. You put it all in a metal tray that you brought with you as you sat in your rolling chair and pulled yourself close to him.

You chose to move behind him first, wanting to inspect his back, where the most worrying injury was. The mark was still very noticeable but it had definitely gotten smaller compared to the first time you saw it.

“Wow… you got a lot better here!” You told him enthusiastically, landing your palm on top of it with your thumb slightly pressing it.

“Did I?” He looked behind, trying to make eye contact with you.

“Yeah! Unless…” You gently pressed your thumb on it a bit harder, causing him to flinch and squeak in surprise, turning his face back to the front. “Still hurts when I press it?” You asked a bit less enthusiastically now, circling it around slowly.

Anaxa fixed his throat before allowing himself to answer you, embarrassed from emitting such a weird noise, and brought his serious tone back to the tip of his tongue.

“A-A bit, yes…” He quickly mumbled, trying to impede more painful groans to leave his throat.

“Alright, then…” You pulled your thumb away, making him sigh in relief, and started to get up from your chair and placing the tray in the floor, picking up the bottle with the cream you’d been using on him for that bruise.

Since his bruise wasn’t critical anymore, you didn’t need a big load of the product this time. So you accumulated a tiny pool of it in the tip of your fingers, and placed it back in the floor before starting to apply it on his skin, slowly spreading it around. Soon, when the cream wasn’t singularly accumulated in your fingers anymore, you started using more of your hands around him, which seemed to overwhelm him.

“Ah…” You heard him moan as your thumbs slightly massaged his spine, his skin also shivering with the goosebumps.

The more you explored it, the more he relaxed his stiff body and leaned it down, giving your fingers even more accessibility to touch his back.

“Are you ok? Want me to massage you too? Like this?” You insisted in sliding your thumbs up and down his bone while referring to the previous moments you’ve done some basic massaging on him to help relaxing his muscles.

“S-Sure… I don’t mind it…” As he confirmed it, you stopped focusing on applying the product on him so you could massage him better

After all, the task of applying the cream was done.

After using your thumbs on his vertebrae for a few more seconds, you moved your hands up to his shoulders, hooking it in place with your 4 fingers while your thumbs begun to circle his upper muscles instead, causing him to grunt and hiss even more in a bit of pain, but mainly relaxation.

“Phainon didn’t take it easy with you, did he?” You asked a bit worried at the noises coming out of his mouth.

“It was a tough fight, indee— ah!” He groaned highly when you decided to suddenly reach your fingers to the back of his neck and press it to test how much pain he was feeling, taking advantage of his distraction.

The way his head arched all the way to the roof and a hand of his reached his own mouth to slap it shut right after told you that it’d be better for you to end your little session.

“Jesus, woman… Do you want to kill me..?!” He brought his head down again just so he could look behind his shoulder again to stare at you with those pouty eyes and mouth of his as if he wanted to kill you.

“There we go… This should be enough…” You tapped his back gently to compensate for the pain before sitting down at your chair again, picking up the tray from the floor and using your feet to roll the chair until you were facing him again.

His cheeks were a bit red. You assumed that was from all the pain and tension being released and a bit of embarrassment from the moaning, but you chose to ignore it, if it made him more comfortable, and instead, started reaching for his red eye.

“Excuse me…” You pulled his hand away from his mouth with one hand while the other pushed his mint-colored hair behind his ear so you could see him better.

Anaxagoras accepted your changes and swallowed hardly, trying to ignore his pain and keep a serious facade to you. But the way his eyes wouldn’t even blink as he looked at you examining him, waiting for your analysis and treatment, told you he wasn’t really relaxed yet.

“Jesus…” You mumbled after you felt his inflated, swollen skin, which worried you quite a lot, and started leaning down to grab the ice pack in the tray.

“Is it bad?” He successfully managed to ask the question without any sort of stutter interrupting him and breaking his character.

“Hmmmm… kinda…” You gently landed the ice pack on top of his eye, and kept it right there with your hand.

“Oh…” He got a bit nervous when he heard that question. “I don’t think my Sensei would like to see me wearing that, though” He told you a bit reluctantly, looking down at the eyepatch.

Once again, you didn’t understand what he meant with his words at first, but you realized what he meant in a blink, before you could even ask him about it.

“Seriously, I need you to tell me what happened to your back, Anaxa… I promise you I won’t put it in my report or anything, I just need to know it for safety and treatment measures.”

That was when you finally brought him back to the hotel after that whole hangout.

“I already told you to call me Anaxagoras. A-na-xa-go-ras.”

“O-Oh! My apologies… But, will you please tell me?”

“If I get into any sort of trouble because you broke this little promise of yours, I assure you’ll suffer proper consequences.”

“You can count on me, Anaxagoras. I’m just here to make sure you’re healthy and fighting the best you can.”

You even remember placing a hand on top of his shoulder to comfort him as he breathed in and out to speak, throwing his eyes back in boredom and slight disgust of having you touch him.

“It was my Sensei.”

“Excuse me?” You paused for a moment, trying to let him explain himself, but you scoffed when he kept silent. “You just won a championship and all your teacher is worried about is whether you have an eyepatch in your face or not?!” You spoke firmly with Anaxa, beginning to treat the moment more seriously. “Gee! I’m gonna make him wear two of them in each eye for him to learn something!” You spat out your unrealistic threat against Anaxa’s teacher.

“He got a bit angry at the way I almost got myself knocked down, so I’m guessing he’d not like to see me wearing something that shows I got heavily injured—”

“It doesn’t matter, Anaxa! You just won the finals! He should jumping in joy and celebrating this victory with you, not scolding you for random bullshit! For what reason you think this treatment toward you is acceptable, huh?!” You were even pressing the pack against his eye a bit harder unconsciously, which he easily resisted and accepted.

“B-But I shouldn’t have allowed myself to be beaten like that. It could’ve been humiliating for my dojo and myself!” He seemed a bit mad at your words now, speaking loudly to you, but you somehow didn’t feel scared of him anymore, as if you were a black-belt fighter yourself.

“So what?!” You reached your other hand to his medal, pulled it up to his eye level and started jiggling it right in front of his sight. “This is yours, Anaxa! It doesn’t matter if you got beaten up for it or not! This is what the sport is about, ain’t it?! Giving and receiving a few punches and who does more wins?! This is not your teacher’s to dictate how you should feel about it! It’s yours!” His dead eyes, who were just frowning with anger, widened more and more with every syllable that you said, replacing all that negativity with hope.

So much hope they became alive again, shining and glistening with appreciation.

But then you remembered what happened the last time you tried advising him about his teacher’s methods of training and punishing right after you found out that it was his Sensei who scarred his back so much. It was supposed to be your first and last time talking to him about it, yet you chose to break that rule.

“You have no rights to talk about my teacher and how he chooses to teach me martial arts. Don’t ever refer to him like that to me ever again.”

“I’m a student. If I fail to learn what my teacher teaches me, I deserve punishment one way or another.”

It sickened you how used to abuse he was and how much he consented to it now. He was far too gone and lost in his teacher’s manipulation and he felt comfortable where he was, so unfortunately, there’s nothing you can do about it. You can only woe that Anaxagoras won’t ever know what a good teacher is… what love is.

“Ah, sorry… I forgot I shouldn’t put my nose into this…” You sighed in stress, relaxing your arm a bit so you wouldn’t keep pushing his head anymore. “I just don’t think it’s fair, y’know? I can’t really stay quiet and pretend this is okay… You should really consider quitting your dojo, Anaxa. You deserve better.” You smiled weakly to him, trying to bring the previous mood you had been creating before this.

“You think I… deserve better?” He did not blink once while asking that question and waiting for your answer, speaking as if he was disgusted of the idea of the idea of receiving proper care from hid teacher.

“Yeah, of course! A whole lot better! Phainon’s teacher is very amazing, y’know? He could give you what you actually deserve.” Seeing the passion in his eyes, you decided to keep talking to lighten the mood. “And, y’know, I hang around that dojo quite frequently since it’s in my college… You’d not be alone.” You said that whole thing very ironically, blinking to him in the end, trying to make it obvious that it was a joke.

But the way he reacted did not make it seem like he took what you said as a joke at all. If you could be fair, you could not even say he reacted to it in the first place because all he did for a good couple of seconds was stare at you in such a creepy way you couldn’t even tell what he had in his mind.

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…

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“Uhhh… are you ok?” You decided to intervene to stop the awkward silence between you two.

“Y/N…” He called you a bit nervous, his hands slowly creeping up to your arm. “Do you mind if I just…” He pulled your arm down, making the ice pack slide right into his cheek. “There…” But he refused to take his hands off of you.

“Here?” Despite finding it weird how he did not let go of your arm, you decided to play along and let him move it around as he wished to.

After all, he was the patient, so he knows where the pain is most insufferable.

“I’m feeling a bit of pain here…” He looked away from you for a moment, his hand sliding downward to your palm and starting to hold it firmly against his cheek.

“Really?” You tested how strongly he was holding you by slightly trying to pull away from him, but he didn’t let you move a muscle at all, and that was… weird to say the least.

“Y-Yes…” His face softened, almost melting into your hand as he lingered on the ice pack. You remained quiet, trying to believe he just really needed the freezing pack on his cheek to relax his muscles but deep down you knew it was not because of the ice.

Just… what the fuck was he doing right now?

This…

The quieter you reminded, the more Anaxa started to express. His breathing slowly became harder and louder, his eyebrows frowning, mouth gasping and mumbling a few noises and his cheeks bright-pink.

But the more he acted weird, the more you wanted to stay quiet and hope it’d stop soon. You were a bit afraid of stopping him yourself because you did not want the same destiny as Phainon at all. And as a nurse, your job is to assure his health, either physically or mentally, so maybe it’d be more appropriate for you to accept whatever he was doing right now. But stating you were surprised to see him acting like that was an overstatement. You always thought Anaxagoras was a weird man from day one, and knowing how disturbed and scarred he is, it was a bit reasonable for him to want to want some psychological help like this.

Soft…

“Ah…” He suddenly moaned while his fingers explored even more of your hands, trying to feel them at most.

Your hand was almost burning against the ice pack at this point, the same way it must be burning his face too, and even more due to how warm his cheeks must be with all the blood circling around them, but Anaxa didn’t seem to mind it in the slightest.

“Y/N…” He cooed your name, his other hand moving up your arm to hold your wrist. “Do you really think… I deserve better? Me? Even if I’m a such an untalented student?” He spoke as if he was about to grow years in his eyes.



“You’re not an untalented student at all, Anaxa… Did your teacher tell you that? Because he’s wrong once again… as expected.” You spoke a bit more seriously and critically, a bit weirdes out by Anaxagora’s possessiveness at your arm. “I mean… you quite literally just won the finals… That’s not something an untalented person would achieve, is it?” You chuckled a bit nervously, hoping that’d make him drop whatever he was doing.

But he just doubled down.

Suddenly, he pulled you away from him by your wrist, and with his other hand he directly grabbed the ice pack from your hand and let it fall on the floor. Before you could possibly react to it, he gently placed your hand back at his skin again, but this time you were directly holding his cheek, keeping his palm on top of your for guidance and intimacy, his thumb brushing against your fingers as a way to try making you soften your stiff body.

Touch me.

You were very completely taken aback with that move of his, but you still didn’t feel like ruining the moment to him even if you were way more uncomfortable. And Anaxa, seeing how you consented to it, went even further with it and casually threw his head into your chest, his nose inhaling the scent of your clothes like a drug, rubbing a bit below your collarbone.

Embarrassed and shocked, you simply chose to stay still and not move, which made Anaxa feel even more comfortable in clinging himself to you.

“You…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish what he had to say and had to stop to sigh in relief of having you accept him. “What have you done to me..?” Your eyebrows frowned at that question, especially at how he strengthened the grip of his hand on yours.

“I… I don’t know..?” Then you started to feel his other hand sneak in the few space between you two and circle around your body, landing it in your back, fingers almost ripping your uniform off.

He didn’t seem like he actually wanted to take off your clothes, though. It almost reminded you of how a baby clings to its mother, all weak and vulnerable, who only knows how to depend on someone else for survival.

“You and your loose spirit… Telling me a bunch of nonsense about my dojo…” You felt his thumb reach to yours and start pushing it up and down, trying to make you actually caress him. “So addicted with the idea of justice and salvation when there’s no such thing for someone like me…” You had absolutely zero idea of what he was trying to say, so you didn’t have many other options rather than to play along.

“W-Well, I—”

Please.

“Fondle me.” He said right in your collarbone, his hot breath hitting you, and his hand holding yours fell to your back too, now holding you with both hands.

Your eyes widened a bit at his words, but not negatively. All he wanted was your attention? It made you want to giggle, but you knew that would probably offend him. Even if he was still acting weird, you were happy he didn’t have malicious intentions at least, so you started caressing his cheek with your thumb just like he asked for, you other hand also moving upwards so you could fondle the top of his head, playing with his hair.

“Ah…” Unfortunately, it was a bit hard for you to take the moment seriously when he was making noises like that, especially when he was still shirtless.

“Shhhh…” You tried helping yourself and him by trying to tell him to be quiet with that noise.

And Anaxagoras obeyed, simply focused on processing whatever this strong emotion was that was making his heart beat so fast and hard, making him feel so weird and different from how he was just a few days ago.

“Say it again…” You felt him slightly rub more of his face in you, trying to feel you a bit more. “Tell me I’m talented again… all those things you told me…” And then he suddenly looked up at you, staring at you with desperate eyes, still holding back tears.

“You’re talented, Anaxa… You truly are. I’m being genuine.” Upon hearing your words, despite them behind so effortless, Anaxagoras immediately shoved his face down at you again, and for some reason… he chuckled.

“Look at you… Filling my mind with your irrelevant, lame guidance and false sweet words… Pretending to care about my injuries that night…” For some reason, he started spitting out his words as if he was angry, contrasting his previous vulnerable tone.

It even turned you off a bit. You were not expecting to be offended at such a therapeutic moment all.

“W-Well, it’s my job, I don’t really have a choice to ignore your—” While you tried to defend yourself, Anaxagoras finally lifted himself up, his hands moving to hold your shoulders instead while his eyes stared at yours deeply, like a hungry lion staring at its fresh prey.

“I can’t get you out of my head.” Your eyes widened to their fullest capacity at the sudden confession, which was expressed so aggressively, as if he was annoyed by that fact.

So you had no idea of what to say at all. Should you say something more positive or negative? Or maybe he just wants you to be neutral about it? Just listen to you and shut up?

“A-Anaxa, I—” But before you could add anything else, he suddenly jumped out of his chair and stepped very far away from you abruptly, as if he has just seen a ghost, giving up on waiting for your answer.

He gasped in shock, continuing to hyperventilate as he finally started coming back to reality and acting rationally. He looked down at the floor to think, also picking up his kimono when he realized it had fallen from his lap in the way. You were pretty sure he was thinking about what was he doing, or what he was feeling, but it is very hard for you and anyone else to tell what goes through the mind of a man like Anaxagoras.

While he started to dress himself again, he turned around to think while neglecting your presence in the room, making the moment extra awkward for you. After he was done, he kept silent, crossing his arms and touching his own body in multiple parts as a way to regain posture.

“… Give me the eyepatch.” He suddenly swallowed down all his nervousness and turned back to you, but still with a palm planted in his forehead so he wouldn’t lose track of his thoughts.

“What did you sa—?”

“Give me an eyepatch!” He screamed loud and sharp, which immediately made you snap out of your seat in fear.

After all, you were just a mere nurse and he was the winner of a state championship of martial arts.

You were quick to grab the black eyepatch that sat on your tray and stick it out to him, trying to stay as far as you could from him.

“H-Here you go…” You looked to another corner as you talked to him, afraid to trigger more negativity out of him.

After all, the way he snatched the eyepatch of your hand and quickly dressed it around his head was enough to tell you his mood.

And with a fast pace and aggressive manor, he pushed the door of your office away and quit the scene abruptly.

Well… at least he didn’t seem afraid of his teacher’s reaction to it anymore…

.

Fuck.

What the fuck.

What the fuck is wrong with me?!

I was fine. I was doing so fine a few days ago.

This woman…

She’s messing me up. She’s infecting me.

Bullshit.

It’s all bullshit.

She couldn’t care less about me.

It was all a trick.

Using her own job and title to manipulate me. To weaken me. To make me lose the finals today.

I’m not worth the things she said. I’m not the things she said.

And that Phainon guy…

He knew it too.

They’re friends. Of course they were teaming up to get me in second place.

When he punched me and I landed on her arms…

The way she looked at me and put me up in my feet again. Hypnotizing. Poisonous. She knows she’s good at it.

Everything about her.

Those shiny eyes. Radiating with joy.

That messy bun done so lazily but still managing to look so cute.

That stupid blue uniform that fits her and her style so well.

Yet, I felt for it. I was annoyed and stressed. I craved for her approval, and he noticed it.

He noticed how I looked back at her.

How much of my confidence I restored.

Their plan almost worked.

“Is this about Y/N?”

And then he laughed at me when he saw the shocked expression in my face.

How did he know I was intrigued by her?

I’ve made sure to keep my posture every second I spent with her.

“Oh, my God, it is about her! That’s why you been following her everywhere!”

I wasn’t following her everywhere.

I wasn’t.

All I’ve done was watch her from afar sometimes.

I didn’t do it every day.

That means I wasn’t stalking her or anything.

I was just curious. She entertained me.

I wanted to see how else she’d surprise me.

“You know she’s already into me, don’t you?”

He almost did it. He almost shattered my confidence and me lose will when he said that.

And I don’t know why I felt so triggered with that.

But in exchange, whatever that was he awakened in me, made me win.

Instead of making me give up, it empowered me.

Their plan failed pathetically.

But I’ve never felt such hatred in my life.

What is this? What have they done to me? Why am I still mad at things he said?

So what if she’s interested in him?! Or if he’s interested in her?!

It doesn’t matter!

She is nothing to me! He’s nothing to me! They’re nothing to me!

I don’t care if they’re together or not!

Fuck!!!!!!

Why can’t I stop thinking about her?!

Why did I feel so comfortable under her?!

I’m the leader here!

I can turn her face into mush in a blink!

Not the other way around!

But why did it feel so relaxing?! So… warm..?!

What happened to my pride?

I just got a golden medal!

She is nothing.

She is absolutely nothing.

Nothing.

This eyepatch means nothing.

It’s useless.

Anaxagoras abruptly ripped the eyepatch from his head, holding its chords in his hands so he could proudly dispose of it in a trash can and watch it get lost and dirty with whatever the can stored while he tortured it from above later. It belonged there, according to him.

But all it took was a few seconds without it for his eye to start hurting again.

Why..?

Why..?!

Why is it hurting?!

I will not put it back. I can’t do that anyway.

This shit is as weak as her.

What is the logic behind this?

What is difference between my own hand and an eyepatch?!

Anaxagoras stopped walking in shock with his own body’s reaction. He wanted to focus. There shouldn’t be any difference between his own hand and a cheap wooly eyepatch in his opinion. But he frustrated with his his body told him otherwise, so he wanted to test it. That’s why he stopped. He wanted to focus.

So Anaxa removed his own hand from his eye and replaced it for the eyepatch, holding using his fingers to hold the broken chord since it couldn’t do it alone anymore.

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What kind of placebo effect is this..?!

Why..?!

How?!

It can’t be.

Is it just because of her? Just because she was the one to give me it?

No… it shouldn’t be this. It can’t be this.

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But everything she’s been giving me has made me feel better, and quickly. Better than any medication my Sensei gave me.

No, no… it’s not that, Anaxa. Of course is not that.

She’s a nurse.

She’s just been giving me the right medication, and I feel better because of it, right?

Medication.

“You’re not an untalented student at all, Anaxa… Did your teacher tell you that? Because he’s wrong once again…”

Medication…

“Yeah, of course! A whole lot better! Phainon’s teacher is very amazing, y’know? He could give you what you actually deserve.”

It’s just her medication…

Those words… are her medication…

They can’t stop playinf and replaying in my head.

Over and over again.

I shouldn’t keep playing them.

They’re fake. They’re irrelevant.

Their worth is equal to or less than zero.

So I need to get her out of my mind.

I can’t fight with her stuck in my mind like a parasite.

She is distracting.

This feeling is distracting. It’s consuming me.

She is misleading me into the wrong direction.

Sensei told me about this.

I trust Sensei. He’s always right.

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But I can’t go back feeling this much discomfort in my eye.

I just can’t.

It already feels worse. And it’ll certainly get even worse. Maybe it’ll swell too soon and paint itself in purple.

I need medication.

I don’t want to talk to her at all.

I just want another eyepatch, that’s all.

I need other eyepatch.

Anaxagoras reluctantly turned around, staring at the end of the hall he’s been walking, staring exactly where your office was.

Why do I feel so incited to it?

Why are my feet almost moving on their own towards it already?

You have to remember, Anaxagoras:

I shouldn’t feel like this.

You can’t feel like this.

Not for Y/N or anyone.

Maybe for someone Sensei arranges me with but no one else.

It’s dangerous to your career, so stop it.

Control yourself.

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But I can’t go back without another eyepatch.

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