#non con trigger warning

[pheavampire]

THE RADIO IS BROKEN: PART 3

Finally some change of scenery!

It's amazing to observe how I am able to draw more and more with every page.

PART 1

PART 2

PART 4

[allzelemonz]

Keepsake: Tom Riddle X Male Reader

Prompt: Kinktober Day 5: Mind Control/Dub/Non-Con Pronouns: None mentioned except in summary Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Dubious consent, non-con vibes, mind control, drugging, Viagra potion, Tom Riddle being Voldemort in the early days, oral sex, anal sex, bottom reader, multiple orgasms, hopeful open ending, not proof read Summary: Tom Riddle met a nice boy at Hogwarts. One he couldn't let get away. He keeps him away from his work and uses him as he sees fit.

You don’t quite remember a lot from your time at Hogwarts before meeting Tom. You do remember meeting him. His rare but bright smile and his handsome features brought you in and begged you to stay. Who were you to object?

His kindness knows no bounds. Before he leaves for the day he always makes you your favorite morning drink in only the way he can. There’s something special he does that you’ve never been able to do when you make the drink. He says it’s a secret. When he’s away from home he keeps an eye on you through the mirror and there’s always one of his most trusted followers not too far away. Again, another secret. You’re a secret. Only a few of his followers know what they’re protecting. When he comes home he’s attentive as always. He ensures you’ve had something to eat and that you’ve behaved as he desires. And as the day winds down he prepares you for a sleepless night.

He makes you another drink, whatever you want before bed. He always adds that special touch that only he can. He leads you to bed after that. He sits on edge and you follow his silent commands. He draws you down on your knees, his hand remaining on your head as you unfasten his pants. You know he doesn’t like to be teased, you would never have any intention of doing so. You take his hardness in your hand, preparing him with a few soft pumps before wrapping your mouth around him.

His hand tightens into your hair, pulling it as he guides your movements. It doesn’t take much for him to move a simple blowjob into fully fucking your face. He relishes in using you. Even as he unloads down your throat he still keeps his hand harshly fixed in your hair with shrap thrusts. You swallow every drop he gives you, he would have it no other way. He keeps you there, mouth around his now soft dick for a moment, as he tugs at your hair and looks down at you. He loves this sight. You used and beneath him.

He leads you backwards, allowing your jaw to rest as his dick slides out. He pulls you up and you know to undress before laying on your back with your head resting on the pillows. He watches your every move, blinking very sparingly. He moves to your bedside table and pulls out a potion bottle. He holds it to your mouth as he does every night and watches as you swallow it.

You watch as his hand moves to your soft dick and begins to stoke it. He hates how long it takes for the potion to work, but it’s all he has. He told you long ago that you have a disorder that prevents you from getting hard on your own. There are fuzzy memories that vaguely contradict what he’s told you, but why would he lie?

He moves upwards and places his body over yours, laying almost fully on top of you. He begins to kiss you and you kiss him back, your hands moving to his hips just like you know he likes. He grinds against you as he feels you harden beneath him. There’s shuffling as his kisses get sloppy. He’s positioning himself, hard once again. He enters you without warning and his lips leave yours in time for you to let out a cry from the pain.

“Who are you, my dear?” His hand rests on the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“Voldemort’s”

One too many times you’d answered “Tom Riddle’s” and gotten punished. You know what he wants to hear now. His hips move sharply inside of you, bringing another cry. He sets a pace, a harsh one right away. He pounds into you without mercy, moving to just the right angle above you to slam all the way in.

He grabs your chin, stalling after a particularly harsh thrust. “I should be hearing my name.”

His voice is harsh, almost a growl.

“Voldemort,” You moan in response.

He smirks and resumes his harsh pace. His name continues to fall from your mouth, your eyes now closed as you try to process the sensations of pain and pleasure. There is a sudden, tight grip on your dick and you know he’s pulled out his wand. His spellwork in bed is well-practiced and he has you cumming in less than a few minutes. With the potion’s help you remain hard and Tom makes you cum over and over again with his magic and the harsh fucking. After your dick is finally spent he angles your hips up so he can further fuck into you and he cums within the minute. He fills you and leaves himself inside for a moment before muttering a spell with a wave of his wand, then he pulls himself out and not a drop of his cum leaves you. He usually plugs you up, he just likes to have part of him inside of you as much as possible.

When he sits back on his knees and releases your hips you fall back onto the bed and take heavy breaths. Tom watches you as he always does. His hand lightly stroking your thigh and watching your chest rise and fall. You hear him mutter something again before you fall asleep.

Most mornings he wakes you up and makes you your drink, but today he’s gone. When you wander into the kitchen there is a note by your favorite cup. He must have had something important come up. There is something in the back of your mind that tells you not to drink it as you always do. It’s so strong that you dump the liquid down the sink before you head off to the shower.

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Hear my pleas

This one’s different from my usual fics and set in an alternative universe where all the worst-case scenario outcomes had happened (set post BG3):

Astarion has ascended, his vampire spawn lover Tav, a Bhaalspawn, is dead, Gale reached godhood, Shadowheart was killed by her Sharran kin, Karlach's beheaded for the sword of Tyr, Wyll and Halsin are dead along with the tieflings and the grove, Lae'zel and Minthara had been killed in the last battle against the Netherbrain.

Astarion's lonely and tired. He has no one. Thus, in his desperation, he builds an altar for the God of Ambition and prays to him despite not expecting an answer. – His prayers are heard though.

Astarion x Gale

(Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, angst, anilingus, anal sex, nonconsensual blood drinking, blood, biting, cum-eating, choking, dom/sub power dynamic, derogatory language, dubious consent, fellatio, face-fucking, violence, vomiting, spanking, sprinkle of praise kink, these men have trauma, character study, emotional rollercoaster, happy ending (I wouldn't stand it otherwise), unnamed Tav, they/them pronounce for Tav, original character, OC, post-canon)

Notes:

I finally forced myself to play the Dark Urge and to choose all the worst options 'for fun'. It wasn't fun. It hurt. Badly. Now, you all gonna suffer with me for a bit.

Also, just so that it's said: I do NOT support romanticising and/or defending violent behaviours, especially when it comes to sex!

In this fic, Astarion and Gale both know that what's happening is wrong.

The Netherbrain was defeated, but at what cost?

The Emerald Grove was dead and with it dozens of tieflings and druids, as well as Halsin the Archdruid and Wyll, the Blade of Frontiers. They had exchanged Zariel's attack dog, Karlach, for a sword blessed by Tyr – which hadn't been worth it at all. Shadowheart had been killed by her Sharran kin because of a betrayal the cleric couldn't even remember. Lae'zel and Minthara had been killed in the last battle against the Netherbrain, both of them fighting 'till the end. Gale had become the God of Ambition, now dwelling in the Outer Planes. Astarion had finished Cazador's Infernal ritual and had ascended to an all-powerful vampire lord. He had turned his lover Tav, a Bhaalspawn, into his first and only vampire spawn, granting them one single drop of his own blood to make them his spouse.

Everything had been perfect until Withers had gathered the three remaining members of the heroic group for a night of celebration. There, Tav had lost themself completely, giving themself over to Bhaal instead of Astarion, and attacked their lover, Gale, and Withers. The God of Ambition had killed them, incinerated them to a heap of ash, and the vampire lord had wept for the loss of his first true love.

Seven years had passed since then, but Astarion still couldn't find any joy in his immortal life. With his mad love dead, Astarion was alone again and once more at the brink of forgetting how to love. The Szarr palace had never felt like home and it still didn't, but Astarion had nowhere else to go. He hated the place, hated the servants who only bent to all his wishes because they hoped to be turned into spawns and gifted with immortality. He hated to host parties for the nobles, politicians, and other people in power because it forced him to put his mask back on and slip into a character that wasn't fully true to himself. He hated to be pleasant company and to show interest in people and things he didn't care about the slightest to secure his place in the city. He hated his life, his existence, and the worst of it all; he had to face it all by himself. Once again, Astarion was alone to survive the hells of eternity.

It was a breezy spring morning and Astarion decided to go for a stroll through the bustling city. His mindless wandering led him to the tabernacle near Basilisk Gate. He entered it, not knowing why he did so exactly, and came face to face with the statue of the God of Ambition. With a blank mind, Astarion stared at it, taking it all in. The long hair, the knowing eyes, the warm smile, the flowy robes. Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep, the God of Ambition. No deity had ever answered Astarion's prayers in the two hundred years of torture under Cazador. No deity had ever deemed the high elf turned vampire spawn worthy of their attention or their help. Astarion despised them for it. Would Gale answer to his prayers, he suddenly wondered. Would the God of Ambition, his former tadpole-infected companion, listen to his pleas?

"Start praying or get out," one of the clerics told him angrily - and Astarion laughed maniacally.

The huge marble statue dominated the room, chiselled by the most talented artist of Baldur's Gate. On its round base, purple candles, sweet buns, a couple of books, and a silver chalice with high-quality red wine were placed. Only one last thing was missing.

At the reunion party, Astarion had noticed how much Tara had detested Gale all of a sudden, hissing at him whenever he'd gotten too close to her. Gale had seemed utterly crushed about it. Thus, Astarion had planned to summon a tressym for Gale to lure the God of Ambition to him – or so he told himself.

The vampire lord checked his ritual again. The runes and the circle were right, the candles placed around it, the incantation was in his hand and its pronunciation perfected over the last two months. The potion that allowed him to understand tressym speak had already settled in his stomach. Astarion remembered what Gale had told Tav when he'd showed them how to access the Weave (no, Astarion hadn't been eavesdropping. He'd just been nearby accidentally). He hoped his plan worked.

Astarion lit the candles, tried his best to connect to the Weave, and uttered the spell. The runes started glowing and a breeze wafted through the room.

Please work, the vampire pleaded and repeated the ancient words that sounded foreign even to his old elven ears. Suddenly, a ball of fur popped into existence, dropping right into Astarion's arms.

"Oof, apologies. I'm usually much more graceful," spoke the tressym with a feminine, warm, young-sounding voice.

The vampire laughed and hugged the creature tightly. He'd done it. It had worked! The tressym let out a sound of distress and he finally gave her space to breathe again.

"Apologies, I'm just very excited. I wasn't sure if the ritual would work. I'm not too well-versed in higher magic, you see. My name's Astarion, by the way, and who have I the pleasure to meet?"

The tressym looked up at him and the vampire was met with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. The long, fluffy coat was snow-white and her nose adorably pastel pink. She was stunningly beautiful.

"I'm Kalina. Nice to meet you Astarion. Why did you summon me? Forgive my question, but I'm still young and was never called upon before."

"Oh... well, you see, I –" Astarion paused, suddenly embarrassed and unsure how to phrase his request. The tressym awaited his answer patiently. He sighed deeply. "Look, there are two reasons why I summoned you. Firstly, I'm a vampire lord and I have no desire to create any spawns. I'm alone in this palace and have no one to share it with and I crave intelligent conversations. Secondly, I have - had a friend who was a talented wizard. He lived with a tressym that he adored, but then, he ascended to godhood and his tressym started to hate him for it. Gale seemed sad about it and I.... well, we both are lonely, I suppose. I'll try to call for him, pray to him to meet me once again, and I thought he might be persuade if... you know, if I had someone like you by my side to sweeten the deal a bit."

Astarion hated how he stumbled over his words like a bumbling amateur, but Kalina didn't seem to mind.

"I understand," she snickered amused. "You need me to wrap him around your little finger. To lure your lover back."

"He's not my –"

"Mhm." The tressym smirked as much as a cat can smirked and hopped onto the stone floor. "How about you offer me a nice meal, hm? I'm your guest after all."

At that, Astarion snorted an amused laugh, but guided Kalina towards the staff's kitchen in which he'd already stored a bunch of tressym-friendly food. Just in case.

Kalina decided to stay for a while and help him with his plan to get Gale down to the mortal realms. She turned out to be excellent company and Astarion started to understand why Gale had loved his 'dear old' Tara so much.

Finally, it was time. Astarion kneeled in front of Gale's statue, folded his hands, and closed his eyes reverently.

"Uhm, hello Gale, God of Ambition. It's me, your old friend Astarion. You're probably wondering why I'm praying to you. Funny story actually... If you could spare a moment, I'd like to talk to you after all these years. I'm... well... I'd like to see you again. – Please."

Astarion huffed, irritated about laying his heart bare. He hated it. He opened his eyes and stood up. His prayers were neither heard nor answered, and if they were heard, they were masterfully ignored. Bloody typical. Astarion couldn't prevent an angry snarl forming on his face. With another huff he turned around, stomping towards the door.

"Hello Astarion."

The addressed froze dead in his step, then, he whirled around with a gasp, eyes wide in disbelief. Behind him stood the God of Ambition. His skin shimmering silvery blue, wrapped in a dark purple toga. His eyes glowing with white light. He looked exactly as Astarion remembered him, not having aged a single day.

"Gale," the latter croaked out. He wanted to rush across the room and hug the other man, but his pride stopped him from doing so. Astarion didn't want to seem desperate, weak, and pathetic. Thankfully, Gale acted instead, embracing the vampire warmly. The latter was barely able to keep from sobbing.

"You came," he whispered. "You answered my prayer."

"Of course." The God of Ambition smiled. "It's an honour to be remembered by an old friend who went through the same horrors as I did."

"There's no one else left," Astarion spoke, close to tears. "We're the last ones standing."

Gale sighed, looking sad.

"I'm aware," he nodded. Then he turned around to look at the altar Astarion had made for him. "Impressive. And put up in your home... that's – I'm speechless, really."

Astarion snorted, replying: "I don't think it's possible for you to ever be speechless."

Gale chuckled at that and tasted some of the wine that served as an offering.

"Mmh, what a lovely vintage. Velvety, with a hint of blackberries. Wonderful choice."

The vampire preened. To him, all drinks tasted like vinegar and all foods like ash, thus, he was happy he'd picked the right wine.

"I got something else for you. Well, not something you can own, but... Kalina?"

"Yes?" purred the tressym, slinking through the door.

"Oh!"

Gale's eyes went wide in delight and surprise, a huge smile spreading over his face. Kalina looked at him.

"Ah, the God of Ambition has heard your pleas, I see," she spoke, the amusement audible in her voice. She moved closer to him. "Gale, wasn't it?"

"A tressym," the addressed breathed, ignoring the creature's question. "Oh, and what a beautiful specimen."

He bent down to sweep Kalina off the floor, cradling her close to his chest. She purred happily and rubbed her head against his shoulder.

"Your friend's delightful," said the tressym. "He knows exactly how to scratch my chin just right. You could learn something from him."

Astarion laughed.

"You cheeky thing!"

"Huh?" Gale looked at him confused and seemed flustered. Only now, the vampire realised that the other man thought he'd addressed him. Frowning, he asked: "I used a potion to understand Kalina. I thought you're well-versed in tressym speak."

"Uhm, no," muttered Gale, lowering his gaze. "I enchanted Tara's collar to give her the ability to be understood by everyone. I don't speak tressym."

"Oh..." Astarion was dumbstruck. He hadn't known and had just assumed. "Well, she says she likes you and you have talented hands, darling."

He winked suggestively at the last sentence and swore he could see Gale blush despite his silvery skin. The latter cleared his throat and asked: "Why did you call for me, Astarion?"

"Am I not allowed to wish to speak to an old friend?"

"Of course you are. It's just... unusual. I didn't expect you to call for me. We got along fine, but you never seemed that fond of me. If I remember correctly, you called me annoying at every occasion."

"Tsk, tsk, Astarion," tut-tutted Kalina and the addressed started fidgeting.

"I just -" Words were lost on him. It was so difficult to say the truth. Gale looked at him. Those intelligent eyes boring themselves into Astarion's ruby-red ones and straight down into his soul.

"You're lonely," the God of Ambition stated matter-of-factly.

"So are you," Astarion snapped back, angry that Gale saw right through his façade. "Don't tell me there are parties up there in the Astral Planes? Or did you reunite with your beloved Mystra? Fucking her again, now, that you're finally deemed her equal?"

Gale narrowed his eyes, the air around him suddenly crackled with purple magic. Kalina hissed in surprise and a flare of fear, jumping out of his arms and fleeing the room.

"You're just trying to rile me up because you're mad I struck a nerve," the God of Ambition spoke calmly. Of course, he was right and gods, did Astarion despise it. The latter bristle, putting up his defences.

"Why?" growled the vampire.

"Why what?"

"Why did you answer my prayers?"

"Because it's my duty."

"Ha! Fuck off!" Astarion cackled uglily. "There's not a single god that answers their devotees' prayers! Don't be ridiculous, Gale."

The addressed frowned, his mouth a thin line, visibly miffed.

"Would you prefer it if I say that I came because you deserve to be heard?" he asked then.

Astarion glared at him, his ruby-red eyes full of fiery rage. Baring his fangs, he roared: "Don't you dare! Don't you dare pitying me!"

"I'm not."

"Of course, you are! You always thought you're above me, above everyone else, because you were Mystra's Chosen! You were always haughty, but now that you've reached godhood, you're so much worse! You scolded me for being power-hungry and for ascending, but you did the exact same thing, Gale Dekarios!"

The addressed inhaled sharply, the air around him crackled again. The electricity of the magic made Astarion's hair stand on end.

"Vampire ascension changes a person," Gale replied. "It kills all your feelings. Your soul. You're not yourself anymore, Astarion."

"You know nothing about me!" roared the vampire lord. "I'm no longer a pathetic, scared spawn. I'm finally strong enough to force anyone to their knees and ensure my safety. I no longer have to run and hide."

"But at what cost? Your siblings and seven thousand innocent victims are dead. And so is Tav."

"Don't speak their name! You have no right! They were mine and you kill them!"

"They were a Bhaalspawn, Astarion. They attacked us at the reunion party. I had to save us."

Astarion screamed. His bat wings split the skin and shirt on his back and unfurled to their full glory. Usually, he had himself under control, but apparently not today.

"They were mine! They were my perfect vampire spawn spouse. Mine, forever!" Astarion heaved a breath he technically didn't need to breathe. He felt dizzy and nauseous all of a sudden. With another scream, he collapsed onto the floor. "They were my mad love."

"Astarion..." Gale moved closer, kneeled down beside him and pulled him into an embrace. The vampire sobbed, not remembering when he'd started to cry.

"I'm sorry," whispered the God of Ambition and kissed Astarion's temple.

The latter went very still under him. They had never really touched each other before today and the quick, mindless kiss was definitely unexpected. Something bitter and ugly coiled in Astarion's stomach at the gentle affection he received. He wanted to hurt Gale, to punish him for what he'd done to him and to his beloved spawn.

"I should kill you," Astarion growled viciously. "I should make you pay for what you’ve done."

"Then do it."

The words made the vampire's thoughts come to a screeching halt and he stared up at Gale.

"What?" he whispered.

"Punish me, Astarion."

"No, that was just –"

"Do it. Make me pay for killing Tav. For berating you for your choices. For not being able to save the grove from Tav's bloodlust. For not being able to save Shadowheart, Lae'zel, and Minthara. If you believe I deserve it, then, punish me for failing you and everyone else."

Gale's words stoke the fire of hatred in Astarion again. He felt violent and the wish to hurt the other man grew with every second. The vampire gave in to his urges and grabbed a handful of Gale's hair, yanking his head back painfully, gleeful to see the other man wince.

"You'll regret your words soon enough," sneered Astarion. "You'll wish you haven't left your cosy little spot in the Divine Planes."

He saw Gale swallow thickly, eyes big and nervous, and felt a sick kind of satisfaction. Astarion tugged on the other man's hair again, ordering: "Stay where you are. Don't you dare move."

The vampire stood up and retracted his wings, sneering down at Gale.

"You're exactly where you belong; on your knees. Soon, you'll beg for mercy. – Now, take your clothes off."

The addressed squirmed, but snapped his fingers and his clothes disappeared. Grinning, Astarion traced the branding of the Netherese Orb on Gale's chest with his fingers. The dangerous fracture of ancient Weave was still stuck there, emitting a subtle purple light under the vampire's pale fingers. Now though, with Karsus' Crown and Gale's godhood status, the Orb was permanently stabilised and had become a part of Gale, just like the rest of the ancient magic.

Astarion dug his fingers deep into the silvery blue skin, feeling its warmth and the chest hair. Gale grimaced and hissed at the pain. The vampire revelled in it.

"Look at you," he mocked. "At my feet. What would the other gods say if they knew, eh?"

"I don't care," answered Gale, and strangely enough Astarion believed him.

Suddenly, the vampire smacked him across the cheek with an open palm. The God of Ambition gasped, looking up at him. Shock and surprise written all over his face. Astarion laughed and hit his other side. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed loudly through the room.

"That's not enough," Astarion voiced his sick thoughts. "You need real punishment."

With that, he took a step back to open his belt and free it from his trousers. Gale's eyes widen in realisation. Astarion sneered. He was ill in the head and he knew it. Still, he ordered: "Get up, hold onto the base of your statue, and bend over."

The addressed trembled slightly when he obeyed and hid his face behind his hair as he lowered his head between his shoulders. Astarion stalked closer, sliding his fingers along the leather belt.

"Good," he praised and Gale shuddered slightly.

Interesting... The vampire cracked the belt over Gale's right butt cheek with force, revelling in the sharp cry of pain he coaxed out of the other man.

"Yes. Sing for me, pet."

Another hit, another cry. Astarion grinned, lost in a mixture of rage, arousal, and sick fantasies. Drunk on power. He landed another two blows on each butt cheek before he stopped. Gale was panting elaborately now, arms and legs shaking slightly. Astarion leant forwards and licked up a rivulet of black blood that welled from where Gale's skin had broken. The vampire made a face at the taste. It didn't reek of bile anymore like it had before, but there was something sharp and acrid about Gale's blood.

"You still taste disgusting."

At that, the God of Ambition chuckled lightly.

"Apologies. My body contains even more Netherese magic than before, thus, I'm sure it –"

Gale's reply ended in a yell when Astarion racked his sharp fingernails down his back, leaving bloody trails behind.

"You're still talking too much," the vampire said coldly. "I guess it needs more drastic measures to shut you up."

Astarion pushed Gale back down on his knees again and forced his jaw open with one hand, pressing his thumb into his mouth to pry it open. With the other hand, he freed his dick from his trousers skilfully. Gale's eyes widened in fear, but Astarion couldn't hear his pulse quickening. Actually, he couldn't hear a heartbeat at all.

Right. Gale's a god now. Immortal like me, the vampire realised, slightly bitter about it.

"What? Never sucked a cock before?" he taunted, releasing his grip on Gale's jaw to let him speak.

"Mystra liked to change her form sometimes. Thus, I know how to –"

"Don't speak that bitch's name ever again!" spat Astarion, riled up. "That bitch doesn't deserve to be worshipped nor anything else! Least your attention. She's the reason for your folly."

Surprised, the God of Ambition looked up at him. Oh, how Astarion wished the other's eyes were still as brown and expressive as they’d been before his ascension to godhood.

"I – Apologies. I didn't know it would upset you so much, but you've asked if I had any exp-"

"Shut up and suck me off, pet," Astarion interrupted him harshly, grabbed Gale's jaw again, and shoved his member into the other man's mouth and down his throat. The latter made a choking noise.

"Don't be dramatic. You don't need to breathe anymore," Astarion taunted and the addressed glared up at him. An ugly grin split the vampire's face. "How does it feel, God of Ambition? On your knees and used like a toy by a mere vampire lord. Where are your godly powers now?"

At that, Gale slightly bit down on Astarion's cock as a warning. The latter gripped the god's hair tighter, hissing: "Don't you dare."

To Astarion's surprise, Gale obeyed and his jaw went slack again, letting himself be face-fucked by the vampire who moaned blissfully. Astarion's eyes rolled back in his head as he pushed as deep as he could and spilled down Gale's throat.

"That's it, darling," he groaned. "Take it."

And the God of Ambition moaned as he swallowed the vampire lord's cold seeds. Astarion bit his lip to hold back a whimper. It felt so good. So loving.

He'd tried to find joy in sex again ever since Tav had been killed, but nothing and no one excited him anymore. Everything felt fake and wrong. Either because Astarion forced himself to enjoy it, or because whoever joined him in bed only did so because they were terrified of him or wanted something from him.

It didn't feel fake or wrong now. The only thing that felt wrong was forcing Gale to go along with what he wanted, but Astarion didn't particularly care about that right now. He still panted as he stared at the ceiling of the Szarr palace. The place that once had been his prison, had become his unwelcoming, cold home. Astarion hated it. He blinked slowly before looking down at Gale. A genuine soft smile appeared on the vampire's beautiful face.

"So good for me," he praised and couldn't keep himself from gently running his fingers through Gale's hair. "You can release me now."

That he did. Gasping for air and coughing, Gale looked positively wrecked and Astarion felt smug and almost satisfied, but when the God of Ambition initiated to stand up, the vampire spoke sharply: "I'm not done with you, pet."

The addressed froze.

"Astarion, I think that's quite enough. You had your revenge."

"I decide when it's enough! As I said, I'm not done with you, God of Ambition!"

In a sudden outburst of anger, Astarion backhanded him across the face, sending Gale onto the floor again. Sneering, Astarion placed a foot on the other man's chest and pushed him backwards onto the cold marble floor.

"You took everything from me," growled the vampire lord.

At that, Gale bristled.

"That's not true! You did this to yourself, Astarion! I warned you. I warned you that the ritual would change you and it had. It took away all of your humanity."

"Humanity?!" roared Astarion and cackled. "I'm an elf! I never had any humanity in me in the first place!"

"You know what I mean! Look how cold you're acting now. No more empathy. No more feelings. No more heart. No more love."

Snarling, Astarion bent over Gale, bringing their faces so close together that they felt each other's breaths on their skins when they spoke.

"My heart stopped beating over two hundred years ago when I was turned into a spawn. My heart's long dead – and so is yours now."

Astarion grabbed the other man's thighs and pushed them upwards, purring: "You better use that grease spell on your rear or I'll take you dry."

Gale's shocked, almost terrified, expression wasn't as satisfying as the vampire lord had hoped for.

"Astarion... please..."

"Any time now, Gale!" the addressed snarled, baring his fangs.

The God of Ambition looked hurt now, and even though he was trembling in fear, he muttered the spell.

"What an obedient pet," praised Astarion and pushed all the way into him until he bottomed out.

Gale screamed hoarsely, tears running down his face as he dug his nails into the vampire's shoulders. The latter set a violent pace, revelling in the other man's cries, and started to choke him just for fun. Gale wheezed, gasping for air. He obviously didn't need to breathe anymore, but his brain apparently hadn't gotten the memo yet.

"Astarion... please..." the God of Ambition begged, gulping in ragged breaths and the addressed squeezed his neck just a little tighter for a second to taunt him before releasing him. Gale's eyes rolled for a second as he gulped in lungful’s of air in a panic.

"We're not so different, you and I," sneered Astarion. "We both ascended, became something far more powerful than others could ever dream of. We're both immortals and can inflict terror in anyone. You're as power-hungry and greedy as me, Gale."

"If I... if I could turn back time," the addressed sobbed. "I'd stop you from ascending and I'd return the crown to Mystra. We both lost our humanity, our hearts, and ourselves. We sought power to prove ourselves, but we lost everything dear to us in the process. Now, there's only loneliness for us."

"Shut up!" yelled Astarion and buried his fangs in Gale's neck. His blood was vile and insulting, but also held power, so much power. Pure magic. The vampire wondered briefly if he'd become even more powerful if he'd drain the other man dry, or if the Netherese magic would kill him instead. He didn't care either way.

Gale choked on a sob, but continued talking.

"I'm sorry I failed to save us. I'm sorry I couldn't save you from yourself. I regret it. Forgive me... please."

His body went limp under Astarion, his hands losing their grip on the vampire's shoulders. Almost panicked, the latter, stopped drinking from him to stare at the other man instead. Astarion grabbed Gale's face with both hands, slightly shaking him.

"Don't die! You're a God, you can't die! Don't you dare leave me alone!"

Groaning, the God of Ambition opened his eyes.

" 'm not dying. Just... tired... can't...."

Suddenly, Astarion felt vile and it finally hit him what he'd done. He let go of Gale as if the touch had burned him and slipped his softening dick out of him. The vampire scooted back on his bare arse, horrified of his actions, before bending sideways and retching onto the floor. Gale's black blood was a stark contrast to the white-grey marble floor.

"Ugh..." Astarion groaned miserably and dry-heaved again. "I'm - I'm a monster. Just - just like - Cazador."

His eyes flitted back to Gale who winced as he sat up. All the fight had left the vampire and he trembled now.

"Why?" His eyes spilled over, an ugly sob escaping his throat. "Why did you let me hurt you like this? You're a god, you could have easily overpowered me."

"Because -" Gale wheezed. "Because it seemed like you needed it. You're lonely, sad, and hurt. Let me help you. Let me ease your suffering."

"Gods, you're the worst," Astarion cried and, before he could get cold feet, he crawled back to kiss the God of Ambition. He didn't expect the thrum of magic that zapped through him like lightning, even though he should have. Gale was glowing with old Netherese magic after all. It wasn't unpleasant though, thus, Astarion didn't pull away. Gale moaned – loudly, desperately, wantonly, needy – and deepened their kiss as he wrapped his arms around the vampire's neck. The Orb in his chest started to pulse with purple light, illuminating the cold marbled room. Astonished, Astarion gently stroke the mark with his fingers, hissing at the crackling magic there.

“It - it glows?”

“When - when I’m excited, yes,” Gale panted, slightly bashfully. Then, he added: "I'm - I am too."

"You're what, darling?"

"I'm lonely, sad, and hurt too. I no longer want to be alone. I miss having company I can trust."

"Yes," sobbed Astarion, desperately clinging to Gale's shoulders. "I miss it too. Please, Gale, please don't leave me. Don't go back to the Astral Planes."

"I'm not sure if I'm allowed to stay in the mortal realm, but I want to."

"You're a god. Can't gods do whatever they please?"

Gale sighed, answering: "Not always. It's complicated. But I stay as long as I can and if I must go, I'll come back as soon and for as long as I'm allowed. – If that's what you want."

Astarion nodded hastily.

"Yes, yes, I want that. Please, Gale."

"Yes," answered the God of Ambition simply and the vampire lord kept weeping.

3 months later

Astarion awoke from his reverie to the chirping of sparrows and screeching of seagulls. He stretched lazily under the white sheets, sleepily gazing at the sun-dappled room in Gale's tower in Waterdeep. Next to him, his lover stirred and Astarion turned to look at him. Gale looked ethereal as always. Like Astarion, he didn't need to sleep anymore, but he loved the sentiment of it.

"Good morning, darling."

Smiling softly, the ascended vampire lord stroke the God of Ambition's cheek, marvelling at his soft, long mane and silvery-blue, warm skin yet again.

"Good morning, dear," said Gale, voice husky from sleep.

Astarion leaned over to kiss him gently and Gale hummed happily. The vampire rolled on top of him easily, deepening their kiss while stroking his lover's hair out of his face. For a while they simply kissed, entangling their tongues, while rubbing against each other. When it wasn't enough anymore, Astarion asked: "Darling... may I?"

And Gale nodded, easily parting his legs around the vampire after the latter had pushed away the blankets.

"So gorgeous," praised Astarion before engulfing his lover's erection with his mouth.

Gale sighed blissfully, running his fingers through the vampire's white curls while closing his eyes. The latter stretched out his hand and, with a flick of Gale's wrist, a bottle of oil flew over to him. Astarion caught it easily, pouring some of the oil directly onto his lover's perineum and coating his fingers with it. Then, he started to carefully prepare Gale. Fingers pumping in and out of his hole while sucking him off. The God of Ambition panted and moaned beautifully as the Orb in his chest started pulsating with purple light. It was music to Astarion's ears.

"I'm ready," Gale panted and the vampire looked up at him, mirth sparkling in his ruby-red eyes.

"I don't deem you ready yet, darling," he retorted, basically bent his lover in half, and dove his tongue into him.

Gale almost yelled, clawing the sheets as he let out a string of moans.

"Astarion... Astarion..."

He repeated the name like a prayer and the vampire revelled in it. Gale's fingers tightened in the sheets, his hips spasming.

"Astarion!" he warned, sobbing.

The Orb in his chest started to glow brighter and brighter. The vampire knew his lover was close, thus, he kept going. Gale climaxed with a hoarse shout, spilling his seeds over his own belly and torso, and the light of the Orb exploded, making the god's entire body glow purple, almost as bright as the sun. When the light diminished, Astarion finally let go of Gale, placing one last kiss on his hole. Then, he bent forward and licked up his lover's still warm spent. When he was done, he wiggled his tongue into Gale's mouth to let him taste himself. The latter moaned and kissed back eagerly. Finally, the vampire entered his lover, slowly and carefully.

"You're so beautiful," he praised, gazing at the man beneath him through half-lidded eyes.

The God of Ambition blushed, intertwining their fingers.

"So are you," he whispered.

They kissed again, deeply but tenderly, as they made love (yes, love. They weren't fucking). Gale moaned blissfully and Astarion let out a harsh breath every time he bottomed out and his eyes threatened to roll back in his head. The vampire licked his lover's sweaty neck before biting down gently and drinking his vile but oh-so addictive blood.

"I love you," mewled Gale, throwing his head back on the pillow, and, with a loud moan, Astarion reached his high, spilling into his lover. Even through his closed eyelids, he could see how Gale emanated purple light once more. The vampire collapsed onto the God of Ambition, removed his fangs and licked the wounds until they stopped bleeding. With a deep sigh, he placed his head on Gale's shoulder.

"I love you too," he whispered.

He's content when the other man wrapped an arm around him and held him close. They dwelled like this for a while, recharging.

"I want to stay like this forever," revealed Astarion, slightly bashful.

Gale smiled, tenderly stroking the scars on his lover's back.

"Well, technically, we can," he answered teasingly and the vampire snickered.

"Yoo-hoo, Astarion, Gale!" lilted Kalina as she scuttled through the doorway and jumped up onto the bed. "Good morning, lovebirds. May I remind you that I am neither a god nor a vampire and need real substance to survive. It's already elven o'clock!"

The men chuckled amused and Astarion replied: "Of course, Kalina. We're very sorry that we forgot the time. I'll feed you right away."

With a happy purr, the tressym hopped off the bed and rushed towards the door.

"Ah, one more thing." She turned around to look at the pair with her pretty blue eyes. "I've spoken to Mrs. Dekarios and Tara and they've both agreed to visit you tomorrow."

"Really?"

Gale smiled broadly and happily. These were the moments Astarion missed his lover's human form. He'd always had such beautiful, expressive, warm, brown eyes. Now, they were simply two pools of bright, white light.

Kalina nodded.

"They're compliant on the condition that you'll meet up regularly and behave decently. No ascended, godlike behaviour and such."

"That can be arranged," Gale replied, smiling fondly.

Astarion simply nodded.

"Wonderful," the tressym purred. "And now that that's settled, I'd like my very plentiful brunch, if you'd be so kind."

Barking an amused laugh, Astarion swung out of bed, put on one of Gale's robes, and followed Kalina to the kitchen. The God of Ambition got up too, walking to the window in his birthday suit, and watched how the wheels of time and life spun.

'Fate spins along as it should' Withers had said, and he'd been right.

With a deep sigh, Gale gazed at the sea.

If I could turn back time, I would, and I'd change so many things, he thought woefully. But it's impossible and we must live with our decisions.

He smiled when Astarion wrapped his arms around his middle from behind, kissed his shoulder, and muttered: "Come back to bed, darling. I want to ride you until the sun goes down."

Even though our fates seemed dark, we've found the few specks of light in the darkness, the God of Ambition thought as he was led back to bed by his ascended vampiric lover.

Over the past three months, they'd realised that they both were still capable to feel and to love. Their true selves still existed, underneath all the power and ascension. The men clung to them more consciously now, not willing to let go of their humanity, hearts, and souls. It was a wonderful revelation.

Astarion and Gale would live forever, but they'd also love each other forever.

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Purity (Finale Part 2 of 2) Yandere!Overhaul x Fem!Reader

Finale Part 1 of 2

Summary: Overhaul meets a quirkless foreigner who holds some very interesting views on his way of thinking. The more time he spends with her, the more he wants to keep her and her purity for himself. And he has no problem with falling to the depths of obsession if it means getting what he wants.

Other Warnings: Trigger warnings, mentions of past domestic and physical abuse, blackmail, referenced kidnapping, referenced rape, referenced physical abuse/torture, emotional and mental manipulation, toxic relationship, gaslighting, forced pregnancy, VERY YANDERE!!! See tags for more…

Side Note: I do NOT and never will condone the actions committed in this and future chapters, please be mindful and respectful of the fact that all of this is purely fiction.

“Good night, Mama.” Kazue’s sleepy little voice whispered as you watched him snuggle down so far into his pillow and blankets that all you could see was his head of chestnut hair, a perfectly matched shade and cut to Kai’s.

“Good night, baby. Sweet dreams.” You replied, smiling and quietly closing the door just enough that some light from the hallway would leak in for him before moving onto Eri’s room. 

Kazue was such an easy child to raise, probably because he took after his father in so many ways. He adored Kai and wanted to be just like him when he grew up, and it was a notion that you were still slowly coming to terms with. Now that he had a better handle on it, Kai and some of the other Precepts were just beginning to teach him how to fight and use his quirk, which had developed a little over a year ago and it was giving you some major anxiety, even if, rationally, you knew it was a necessary thing to do. He was your baby boy after all, and you hated the thought of him being put in any kind of danger, regardless if it was in a controlled environment or not. But, as Kai had so logically pointed out, he needed to learn how to control his quirk early on, because if he didn’t, he could become a serious threat to himself and to others.

The question of whether or not Kazue would even develop a quirk at all was always a hot topic amongst those in yours and Kai’s ‘inner circle’, what with you being quirkless and all, and a few of them, your sister included, had even started betting on the outcome. So the day it finally happened, when Kazue had been throwing a rarely seen temper tantrum and unintentionally overhauled a small toy that had been in his hand, it came as a bit of a shock.

As expected, Kazue’s own quirk was nearly identical to Kai’s in every way, except for one, that being his didn’t work on organic material. Kai had actually breathed a sigh of relief when that particular detail had come to light.

When you asked him about it that night, as the two of you laid in bed and he rested the side of his head on your stomach while you traced idle patterns on the skin of his bare back. He told you the story of how his quirk was so late to develop, that he was actually thought to be quirkless himself. His birth parents weren’t kind people by any means, and having a supposedly quirkless son was like receiving a slap in the face to them. His mother, thankfully, ignored him most of the time, but his father was much more keen on showing his displeasure via his fists, and one day, during a particularly harsh beating, he’d lifted a hand to try and fend off a punch to the face, and the moment his father’s fist collided with it, he’d exploded in a shower of blood and gore. His mother had come in only a few seconds later, took one look at the bloody sight and fainted before she could even scream. He’d walk out of the house right after that, with nothing but the clothes he had on, and he never once bothered to look back.

He’d only been ten at the time, and he spent the next year and a half living on the streets. He practiced alone and taught himself how to use and control his quirk, learning its limits and what exactly he could do with it, scavenging for food in dumpsters or stealing what he needed from other street rats or homeless people. And that’s how he’d lived, until the old man, Pops, had found him and taken him in.

That’s why he was so relieved that Kazue wouldn’t ever have to worry about accidentally overhauling anyone. He didn’t feel guilty about how his father died, but he didn’t want his own son to have to go through the potential guilt if he unintentionally hurt a loved one. 

Kai, as a father, did have many good qualities that you could see your children picking up on, like his excellent manners and his penchant for cleanliness and organization, but there were also many you hoped they would never inherit or try to emulate, like his anger and controlling attitude. But even those traits had tempered over the years since your son’s birth, and though you still harbored a deep resentment in regards to the hand life had dealt you, you were now a big enough person to admit that Kai was a wonderful father. It didn’t erase his past sins or mean he was now an inherently better person, because you knew that his newfound gentleness and more mellow temper only extended to a select few people outside of you and the children, but it was a continued step in a better direction. And given the circumstances that brought you all to this point, you could surmise that this was better than nothing.

As you approached Eri’s bedroom a little ways down the hall, you smiled at the brightly painted purple door. It was adorned with a multitude of colorful stickers, ranging from pretty butterflies and fairies, to cartoonishly styled items of food; like a dancing hamburger and a very shiny pile of takoyaki. But what stood out the most was the chalkboard she had hung there last year. She wrote down a weekly list of everything she planned on cooking for the week and encouraged everyone who had access to it to write down suggestions. There was even a step stool left next to the door so that she and Kazue could easily reach it.

And speaking of Kazue, you noticed right away that he had jotted down, in his own messy script, a suggestion for homemade dino-nuggies, and right below that was an agreement from Rappa, though he had specified that they be manly dino-nuggies, whatever that meant. Even Kai had made a suggestion, this one for the beef stew with star anise, the very same one she’d been making the first time she called him ‘Papa’. It was a personal favorite of his, and while you weren’t sure if Eri knew the specific reason as to why, she always made it every time he asked for it.

Knocking on the door, you waited to be given permission before entering.

Eri, now eleven years old, was sitting up in her pink canopy bed, the room bathed in the twinkling of tea lights and the warm glow of the lamps she preferred to use for lighting over the brighter overhead light.

She was writing down notes in one of her many journals while she watched a cooking show on the TV and smiled when you came in. It came as quite the surprise to you when Kai got her the large flat-screen and set it up with a few streaming services for her, especially since he normally didn’t care for television in the slightest. When you asked him about it, he told you that he just wanted to do what he could to encourage her passions, and since he couldn’t hire a teacher or send her to a culinary school, for obvious reasons, this was the next best option he could think of. He even got her a tablet that she could use for when she was in the kitchen, to look things up and watch videos for more complicated steps and recipes.

Like with all things though, Kai had certainly covered all his bases where this aspect of your lives was concerned.

Any devices you all had access to were specifically designed and programmed to avoid being able to contact anyone from the outside world. Kai controlled all the passwords and had the internet usage heavily monitored at all times, and while you tried your best to ignore that detail, you wouldn’t deny that you had tried logging into some of your old social media accounts on your own tablet back when he first gifted it to you, only to find that access to such sites were totally blocked. You couldn’t even contact site moderators or IT for any of the sites and apps you were permitted to use.

“Hey there, Sweetheart!” You said cheerfully, pushing all those thoughts to the back of your mind as you closed the door behind you.

“Hey, Mama! What’s up?” She asked, scooting over to make room for you on the bed.

You took a seat beside her. “Nothing much, I just got Kazue to finally settle down for the night and I thought I’d come say good night to you.” You peeked at her notebook and then up at the television where a man in a stage kitchen was currently explaining how to make what appeared to be a somewhat complicated looking pastry dish, possibly a soufflé from the looks of it. “What new delicacy are you coming up with now?” You asked her.

“A dessert omelet!” She replied, her eyes shining like they always did when talking about food. “I have some eggs and fruit I need to use up, so I thought I’d give this recipe a try and fill them with fresh fruit and maybe some honey or whipped cream.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at the eagerness and joy that laced her tone. This beautiful young lady sitting beside you was so far removed from the lonely, isolated and abused child you had met all those years ago that they may as well have been two completely different people. She hadn’t been triggered or had a nightmare about the past in so long, and you prayed every day that they would never return and she could stay this happy forever and always.

“I look forward to trying them!” You told her. “I never would have thought about treating an omelet like a crepe, but now that you’ve mentioned it, it definitely sounds like it could be a good combination.” 

Eri smiled and nodded along happily. “I know Papa will probably want strawberries with his, and since he doesn’t care for anything super sweet, I bet I can replace the whipped cream with slightly sweetened yogurt or cream cheese.” She tapped her pencil against her chin and rattled off a list of all the items she had and what everyone would likely prefer with their omelet before turning to you. “Is there anything special that you want with yours, Mama?” 

You thought about it for a moment. “I definitely want some mandarin slices in mine, but other than that, it's the chef's choice.”

She smiled at you, as bright as the sun and quickly made a note of it in her journal and you got up to gather her dirty clothes into the hamper, intending to do some laundry tonight or tomorrow.

“Hay, Mama?” You heard her ask a few moments later, and the suddenly morose tone to her usually chipper voice had you immediately turning to give her your full attention.

Her head was downcast and you could see that whatever was on her mind, it was enough to make her feel like she couldn’t make eye contact with you.

“What is it, honey?” You asked gently, giving her plenty of time to voice what it was she wanted to say while you took up your seat beside her again.

“Well… it’s just…” She trailed off, biting her bottom lip and nervously wringing her hands in her lap before she finally got the words out.

“You’re not… upset or anything?”

You blinked at her like an owl, completely confused as to what she could be referring to. Had you done or said something to make her believe you were upset with her? Or had you made a negative looking facial expression?

“Eri, sweetheart, why would you think that?” You asked her worriedly. “What’s this about?”

She shrugged her slim shoulders and ducked her head further down. “I don’t know.” She whispered softly. “I guess I just got worried that my question from earlier today had upset you. You seemed really shocked by it and I can’t stop thinking that I did something wrong by mentioning it.”

It took your brain a second to catch up with what she was saying, but when it did, you breathed a sigh of relief and proceeded to wrap her up in a tight hug.

“Oh, my baby girl, you don’t need to worry about that.” You assured her, kissing the top of her head. “It did surprise me when you asked it, but not in a bad way, and I’d certainly never get upset with you for voicing anything like that out loud. You didn’t do anything wrong and I am so sorry if my reaction made you think that you had.” You gave her another tight squeeze. “I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t ask me things or be open with me about your thoughts and feelings. You understand?”

You felt her relax, lean into the embrace and nod in confirmation. “Thanks, Mama.” She said, nuzzling her head under your chin and you could hear the smile in her voice. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Always and forever.”

—————

You were in the midst of folding some of the laundry when Kai finally walked into the bedroom and he flashed you a tired smile as he came over to plant a small kiss on the apple of your cheek, one of the few physical touches you permitted him. You weren’t sure why you allowed it, in fact, you couldn’t even really remember when exactly you had started to allow it, but it never really seemed like a big deal, so it continued.

“How was your day?” He asked, his tone sounding exhausted, but he seemed content as he took a pile of the folded clothes from you and walked over to start depositing them in the drawers of one of the dressers.

“Same as usual.” You replied, hanging another one of his shirts on a hanger to put in his closet later and hoping he wouldn’t pick up on the strained nervousness in your voice. “How about yours, did the meeting go well?”

You saw his back go rigid for half a second before he resumed sorting the clothes into their respective drawers. “No.” He replied tightly. “Tensions were high, insults were thrown, and it ended… badly for them.”

You knew that particular phrase was code for ‘they did something to piss me off and now they’re all dead’. It was a notion you wished wholeheartedly that you weren’t so familiar with, especially not when it was an aspect of life your own son was going to have to face and deal with one day when he really started to learn the ropes from Kai, but it was undeniably a part of your life that you had, sadly, just gotten used to. And you hated yourself even more when you felt yourself biting back a small smile, because you knew exactly what it was that had put him on edge and set him off today.

You truly hadn’t meant to let his name slip out last night, but you couldn’t stop yourself from remembering the way his cock used to fill you up so perfectly, and you had been so deep in the fantasy that it had just rolled off your tongue without a second thought.

Kai had well and truly ruined you forever, you couldn’t even get off anymore without thinking of him or having him in the room with you. You knew how wrong it all was, how sick it made you, and you’d certainly berated yourself enough for it over the years. Every time you let your thoughts drift to him when you touched yourself, you hated yourself for not feeling as guilty about it as you probably should have. Every time you watched and listened to him fuck himself with his own hand, with your name on his lips, you felt yourself rising higher and higher to new forms of self loathing because you know your continued participation in, whatever this was between the two of you, was all the encouragement he needed. It was wrong on so many levels, but at some point in the last few years, you weren’t sure when exactly, you had completely given up on trying to quell those feelings and desires. It didn’t make you feel any less guilty about it after the fact, but you eventually learned that, in order to hold onto your sanity, you needed to take what comforts you could in your situation.

And physical touch had been the start of it.

You fought off that need for contact as long as you could, that urge you felt to be held in a strong embrace, and not just anyone’s arms, but his, in Kai’s specifically. And it all came to a head that night, when he’d told you about his adoptive father’s passing and you’d opened up your arms to him for the first time. You told yourself that it was mutually beneficial, that you’d get to have that itch scratched a little and you wouldn’t have to explain your reasoning too much because it could be written off as an act of compassion for the grieving father of your children. It was a win-win situation all around… or it should’ve been, if you weren’t so weak.

The familiarity of his warm body pressing against you like that had been like a balm that you hadn’t even realized you’d needed and missed until that moment.

You told yourself that you would secretly enjoy it only for as long as the night allowed and then you’d go cold turkey again, but when that next evening rolled around and the itch only grew worse, you couldn’t stop yourself from doing it again, and again, and again. Every night, for months afterward, you told yourself that it would be the last, but the last night never came, and after a while, you stopped trying to fool yourself all together.

But reacquainting yourself with the intimate feel of Kai’s body during these nightly embraces had the unfortunate side effect of slowly reawakening yet another urge you now seemed wholly incapable of controlling. 

Your libido. 

When you caught Kai in the act of getting himself off that day in his office, you suddenly realized that your memory did him a great disservice. You had forgotten just how thick he was, even when compared against the size of his own large hand, the way his face looked when he was lost in pleasure, how he would grit his teeth as he tried to hold back his orgasm for as long as possible, even the way his eyes would glaze over and grow heavy lidded when release finally washed over him, all of those details were pale and drab within the confines of your memory. You’d been so desperate to get away, not just because you were disgusted with him and knowing he was watching what could only be his own personal spank-bank material featuring you and he, but because you had a brief thought that maybe you should just put yourself out of your misery and go climb into his lap and sink down on his cock. That thought, no matter how fleeting it might have been, was too much for you to handle and made you feel so unbelievably dirty.

You’d tried to ignore it, had tried to suppress that freshly reawakened feeling for the remainder of the day, but it just got worse and worse as the day wore on. Because unlike Kai, you hadn’t taken the time to get yourself off in the years since Kazue was born, not even once.

Once you were no longer being forced to endure an overwhelming amount of sexual stimulation, you found that you just had no desire to partake in it of your own accord for quite some time. That’s not to say the urge wasn’t there, you just didn’t have the mindset to want to indulge it. Kai’s treatment of your body had left you feeling disgusted with yourself. You knew that it wasn’t true and none of it had been your fault, but all the same, you still felt used and dirty. The day you woke up after your accident and Kai informed you of his decision to end all the intimacy of your relationship, you had accused him of being a sex addict, but for a while there afterwards, you didn’t feel like you were much better.

And the weeks and months following the accident had been… difficult, to say the least.

Without Kai’s hands constantly grabbing for you in his usual touch-starved manner, you almost felt more naked than all the times before when he’d actually had you bare before him. Intimacy with him had become such a common and expected occurrence in your day to day life, and when it suddenly stopped so abruptly, you honestly hadn’t been too sure what to do or how to feel. No matter how uncomfortable and unwanted the feeling was, no matter how much you tried telling yourself that it wasn't true, you genuinely felt like you had no other value outside of what pleasures your body could offer him.

But that one night, after spending the whole day with thoughts of him clouding your mind, all you had wanted was to make him suffer just the tiniest bit alongside you. 

Your little stunt with the vibrator had been a risky gamble, and a small part of you had been understandably worried that it would backfire on you and cause him to snap. But a much larger part, that part that was now capable of silently admitting to yourself what a wonderful father he was, that was the piece of you that knew he wouldn’t do anything, that he’d likely never do anything to hurt you ever again.

If nothing else, Kai had proven himself in that regard at the very least these last few years, and…

“(Y/N)?”

You jerked back in surprise when you felt warm fingers brushing your cheek and came out of your engrossing thoughts to find Kai kneeling before you with a look of confused worry on handsome face.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” He asked gently. “I called out to you a few times, but you’ve just been staring blankly at that shirt you’re holding.”

You looked down to where he indicated at your hands and, sure enough, you had been wringing the fabric in your clammy hands so much that it was totally wrinkled and would need to be thrown back in the dryer for a few minutes.

Looking back up at him, you did your best to give him a reassuring smile and set the now wrinkled shirt aside and picked up another one to fold.

“I’m fine, I just have something on my mind, it’s nothing to worry about, I promise.” You told him, praying that he’d drop it and leave it alone, even as a small traitorous hope for the exact opposite bloomed in your chest when you remembered that this was Kai Chisaki you were dealing with, the man was completely incapable of dropping anything if he thought it was a hindrance on your well-being or mental state. His forceful pushiness might have mellowed out over the years, but just because his tactics had changed didn’t mean he hadn’t found other ways of getting you to talk to him about the things on your mind.

He stiffened a bit, probably not thrilled that you were keeping things from him, even if you told him they were inconsequential, but he nodded and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before slowly rising back up to his feet.

“If you’re sure, just know that I’m here if you want to talk about it.” He picked up the last little pile of clothes to put away in the drawers and walked back over to the dresser, but he continued to speak. “I know you usually talk to your sister about the things that trouble you, and what with our history together, I can’t reasonably blame you for not wanting to let me in, but I’d truly like for you to share your burdens with me, even if you think I won’t like what you have to say.”

The words he spoke rolled around in your mind at lightning speed for only a handful of seconds as you contemplated just how much what you were considering could fuck everything up for you and everyone else if it went sour, Kai included, but in the end, you found yourself unable to hold them back this time.

“Eri just asked me a question today that I wasn’t sure how to properly respond to, that’s all.”

You tried to say the sentence as nonchalantly as possible, but it still felt as if you blurted them out like utter word vomit and you cringed.

If Kai noticed or cared about that detail though, he didn’t even so much as show it, however, you could see a notable change in his posture, even with his back still turned he now had every single one of his senses trained on you, totally eager to listen to whatever it was you had to say, no matter how mundane or trivial it might be. You didn’t often talk to him about things that you found stressful or upsetting, even when those topics concerned the children, not unless you felt it was important for him to be made aware of. And you supposed this was probably one of those times, as you’d rather bring it up with him first before Eri had a chance to corner him with the same question.

“Oh?” He asked a bit breathlessly and chuckled awkwardly. “Please don’t tell me it’s time to give her ‘the talk’, because I’m not so sure I’m ready for that conversation either.” His attempt at humor to help ease you into the conversation was not lost on you and you couldn’t stop the small grateful smile that tugged at your lips as a result.

But you very quickly wiped the smile off of your face and squared your shoulders in preparation for the inevitable. There was no going back now, and this time, you didn’t let the pacing or tone of what you said next belie any of what you were truly feeling.

“She asked me if she was ever going to get another little sister?”

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…

…

The entire world seemed to pause at that, waiting in stilled silence as the words you just spoke hung in the air between the two of you, and for the life of you, you couldn’t tell what his reaction was going to be. He was as tense and as rigid as a bowstring, but with his back turned towards you, you couldn’t see his facial expression to gauge how he might be feeling. So, you held your breath in anticipation and prayed with all your heart that telling him this wouldn’t prove itself to be a colossal mistake on your part.

When Kai did eventually speak, his voice sounded hoarse and breathless, the sound barely above a whisper. “What-” He cleared his throat as the words caught. “What did you tell her?”

You breathed a sigh of relief when he asked that and it was like a weight lifted off your shoulders. 

“I told her the truth.” You said softly, fiddling with the buttons on the shirt in your hands. “I told her that it was something for me and you to discuss privately with each other.”

Kai also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at this and finally turned to face you. His expression was one of the softest you’d ever seen on him and his golden eyes were filled with such hope and stark longing that, had you been standing, it may very well have brought you to your knees. His own legs seemed to be shaking enough for the both of you anyway, and you briefly worried that he might just collapse then and there.

But he quickly pressed for you to go on, urging you to rip the bandaid off and cease the torment.

“And are we… discussing it?”

Before responding, you wondered how it had come to this. How in the span of a single day, you could go from loathing him, yourself, and all the things he made you feel for him, to smiling and wanting to talk about the absurdity of having another child with him, only for those feelings of contempt to circle back around and confuse you all the more. You shouldn’t want this, not with him at least, but you did. You never would have chosen to have your children with him, but now that he was their father, you would never leave or go back and change it, even if you were given the opportunity. Eri and Kazue loved and adored him, and if anything were to happen to him or take him away, it would break their hearts and you would never be able to endure that.

A therapist or even a more rational person might tell you that you had likely developed some form of Stockholm syndrome, and they would probably be right, but you were simply past the point of caring about that anymore. You would never be able to forgive him and forget about all he had done to you, and you were willing to acknowledge that you may come to regret this decision by the time morning came, but for now, this was what you wanted.

Taking a deep breath, you let the words go free and prepared yourself for what was to come, be it either good or bad.

“I want to have another baby, Kai.”

The look of absolute wonder and happiness that overtook his face was enough to make your heart flutter and you wholeheartedly expected him to rush for you, to grab up into his arms in a fit of joy and overzealous passion before dragging you to the bed to keep you there for the rest of the night.

But that’s not at all what happened…

Instead, an almost sad smile replaced the previous exuberance of his expression and he turned his back on you to continue putting away the laundry of all things, while you were left reeling from the confusion of it.

But Kai didn’t leave you in the dark regarding his unexpected behavior for very long at least as his next words answered the unspoken question.

“We’ll go and talk to Dr.Takani tomorrow and see what can be done.” He said, his tone far too even and nonchalant for it to be anything other than forced. “Our options might be limited since we can’t go to a hospital, but I promise we’ll figure out a way to make this happen.”

Your mouth was hanging open by this point and you didn’t even try to hold back the note of alarm that made your voice sound shrill and choked.

“What options? What are you talking about, Kai?”

Kai’s chuckle wasn’t one of amusement as he responded very bitterly. “Well, how else are we going to get you pregnant without IVF or artificial insemination?”

Your answer was immediate and without any hint of hesitation as you quietly whispered. “I just assumed we’d go about it the natural way… by having sex.”

You heard him let out a soft sound that was somewhere between a moan of pleasure fueled frustration, and a groan of pain as his hands went white knuckled gripping the top of the dresser.

“I-I’m sorry (Y/N), I just… I just can’t.”

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…

…

The rejection, no matter how confusing and unexpected it was, shouldn’t have bothered you in the slightest, but it did, it really did. It tore something open in your chest that you weren’t sure could ever be repaired as tears, hot and shameful, burned your vision.

“You don’t want me…”

You didn’t intend to say it out loud, but you did, and you honestly weren’t sure if you meant for it to be taken as a question or as an accusation, but either way, it most certainly got a reaction out of him as Kai whirled around to face you, his face a mask of utter shock and confusion.

“What?!” He frantically replied. “Of course I still want you, how could you ever assume anything else after you’ve laid in bed with me and watched me stroke my cock I don’t even know how many times over the years?”

Now you were the one that was confused, even as a sense of uncomfortable relief settled over you at the knowledge that he still found you desirable.

“I don’t understand.” You whispered softly.

He looked as if he didn’t want to continue having this conversation at all, but he must have known that you wouldn’t drop it so easily, because he sighed in that particular way that told you he was about to tell you something that he thought you likely wouldn’t approve of.

“I want you, sweetheart, I want you so fucking bad it hurts, but I can’t have sex with you because I don’t trust myself to have the willpower to stop once you do get pregnant.” Was his quiet confession. “I told you before that if you ever came back to me for sex that things would go right back to the way they were, but over time, I’ve found I don’t want things to go back to that.” It was like the floodgates had opened and now that he had started, he couldn’t seem to stop. “I swear, I will do whatever it takes to give us another child if that is what you really want, but not at the expense of sacrificing all the progress we have made together these last few years.”

Your jaw was practically touching the floor, because that wasn’t at all what you had been expecting him to say, not that you had any idea what you were expecting in the first place, but it certainly wasn’t this level of selflessness. 

Over time, you had come to accept and even appreciate that Kai did truly love you in his own way, and that he felt a great deal of genuine remorse for much of what he had put you through. Not all of it of course, there was only so much a person could do to grow and overcome the faults so deeply ingrained in them, but considering how things had started, this was a massive improvement. The old Kai would have taken full advantage of this situation and forced you to continue to have sex with him regardless of whether or not you only wanted it to go on just long enough for you to get pregnant. For him to turn down the opportunity to sleep with you after five years of celibacy, all because he didn’t want to risk turning back into that monster he had been, the monster you had hated so vehemently,  it somehow made you all the more confident in your decision to end this standoff between the two of you.

Sex with Kai, as well as the prospect of having another child with him had both been subjects that were on your mind for far longer than you cared to admit, and in truth, you had settled on your decision a while ago, you just hadn’t been able to find the right time or way to broach the topic with him before now. But when Eri had so casually asked you her question today as you came into the kitchen to make some tea, you had known right away that now was as good a time as any. And your sweet, perfect daughter, who always knew how to help others, even when she wasn’t aware of it, had given you, not just a reason to bring it up, but the courage to do it as well.

Now you only needed to convince Kai that you wanted this just as badly as he no doubt did.

“And if I told you that I wouldn’t want it to stop even after I got pregnant?”

Kai shook his head and squeezed his eyes closed as he leaned back against the dresser for support. “Please don’t do this, (Y/N).” He quietly begged you, his voice straining as if he were in pain. “Not unless you are absolutely certain that this is what you want.”

You watched him for a long while, taking in the way he held himself back, all because he was scared that he might ruin the progress you and he had made together, and you suddenly knew what you needed to do.

By now, you knew that words alone weren’t going to be enough to convince him that you were confident in your decision on this matter, you were going to need to show him that you wanted him. So you didn’t give yourself the opportunity to second guess your choice in action as you stood up from the loveseat and slowly began stripping away articles of your clothing, piece by piece, never once breaking eye contact with him.

You had long since stopped being nervous or ashamed of your body and the way Kai would ogle it at every opportunity he was given, so even after five years, getting naked for him was an easy task, even if it should have made your skin crawl. You had once been indifferent to it, but not anymore, now you wanted his eyes on you, and wanted his hands and mouth and cock on and inside you even more.

He watched you now, every movement you made, with an all consuming intensity that had never been stronger, not even at the very beginning of all this madness. You once felt like he looked at you as nothing more than an object, like a doll or a piece of art, but not this time, now he looked at you dumbstruck, as if he was seeing you for the very first time. And you found you rather appreciated it now.

Once you were fully naked, it only took a handful of strides to reach him and you had to bite back a small smile at the way he gripped the top of the dresser even harder, like he was needing to fight for control of his own body, or else he’d lunge at you. You really wished he would, because you wanted him just as needy and desperate as you felt. You were so wet at this point, the moisture slicking up your thighs enough that Kai could likely already see the evidence of it himself. He wouldn’t even need to bother with the foreplay, though you wouldn’t object if he ended up needing to have a taste of you beforehand, you certainly wanted to taste him just as badly. You were surprised to realize that he had never insisted on the two of you trying out a sixty-nine position, so perhaps that’s something you could convince him to try with you later, once you’d taken him inside of you a few times.

Standing less than a foot away from him now, you had to tilt your head up to look at him, but not before taking a long and obvious look at the already hard and straining bulge in his pants before dragging your eyes up to meet the molten gold of his own.

“Can you honestly tell me that you don’t believe I know what I’m saying, Kai?” You quietly asked, your voice steady and strong, though breathy and full of want.

He swallowed thickly, the sound so audible that it may as well have been a curse word for all it gave away about what his decision would ultimately be.

“(Y/N)… I-” He dragged his gaze over every bare inch of your exposed body and you felt it like a caress on your skin. “Fuck…”

“I know who it is that I want.” Reaching out, you boldly placed your hand on his chest, just over his heart and rubbed your thumb back and forth against the spot as you took that final step forward and pressed yourself flush against him, your aching breasts and tender nipples pressing into his beautifully chiseled abdomen.

“And who I want, is you, Kai.” 

—————

Kai was going to combust into flames, he was absolutely convinced that this conversation was going to be the final death of him and very soon his soul was going to be thrown down into some burning cell deep in the blackest pits of Hell. 

He had never seen a more beautiful or seductive sight in all his life, and were it not for the way his cock positively throbbed in the confines of his pants, he might very well have thought he was dreaming this up right now. But none of his prior dreams about you, and there had been a lot of them over the years, none of them had ever been quite so vivid and true to life as this moment right here.

He had imagined this so many times before, each fantasy more beautiful and too painful to hope for than the last, and yet none of them could compare to the real thing.

The instant you’d mentioned having another baby, he’d felt his heart soar with unbridled happiness for one blinding moment, and then the fear had taken hold of him. The same fear that had plagued him every night since the first time you had been brave enough let him watch while you pleasured yourself beside him in bed, the fear that he would very soon lose control of himself and once again begin taking what he wanted from you by force. His decision to cut out all forms of intimacy with you for the last five years had been one of the hardest endeavors of his young life, but it had also been the most fulfilling. He’d never realized just how little he knew about you until he no longer had the haze of sex and carnal pleasure clouding his mind, and what he’d learned and witnessed had made him love you all the more. He still viewed you as his, he didn’t think he was capable of not feeling entitled to you, but the overwhelming sense of  territorial possessiveness had lessened considerably over time. 

He so desperately wanted to believe that he was capable of showing you the restraint and patience that you deserved, but he was truly terrified that one taste of you would be all it would take to undo the years of progress he’d made. Because if he took this step with you, and in the morning you said it was a mistake, he didn’t know what he’d do. The last time you willingly sought him out for sex had ended disastrously, not that you had any memory of what truly happened that day, but he did, and the thought that it could potentially happen again was terrifying to him.

However, he also knew you well enough to know just how stubborn you could be, and that you were always the type of person who would never willingly do or say things you didn’t mean. And the way you were looking at him right now, combined with the confidence in your tone and posture, it was cracking his already weak resolve.

So maybe, just maybe, if you, the one most harmed by all of this, were willing to set aside the past and try to move forward, perhaps he finally could as well.

“(Y/N)…” His breath hitched when your smile turned a little devious and you pressed your bare chest more firmly against him.

“Yes, Kai?” You asked sweetly.

Kai didn’t know where this teasing sensuality you were displaying had come from, but it was driving him mad. He wanted to touch you so badly, to drag his lips and hands over every single part of you and listen to you moan for him, to reacquaint himself with the familiarity of your beautiful body, and to see up close all the ways it had changed since you had first given birth. He was especially fascinated by the handful of stretch marks you had gained during and after your pregnancy. He knew you bore them on your breasts and stomach, but the ones he really wanted to see were the ones on your inner thighs. Those ones he had only ever caught brief glimpses of and he always fantasized about tracing them with his lips and tongue while he slowly made his way up to feast on your sweet and needy little cunt.

But, before he could even consider getting to any of that, he needed to make sure that this is what you truly wanted, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

“You’re sure this is what you really want?” He whispered. “I swear to you, sweetheart, I won’t hold it against you if you say ‘no’. We can find another way for you to get pregnant that doesn’t involve crossing this line, but if we do this, you need to know that I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to show this same kind of restraint again if you change your mind in the morning or even later on down the road.” He paused and took a deep steadying breath before continuing. “I don’t want to be that monster you knew me as ever again, (Y/N). So if you have any doubts about this decision, then I beg of you, please, back out now, before this situation has the chance to escalate past the point of no return.”

There, he’d said what he needed to say, and now the ball was in your court, the decision was now yours to make, the way it always should have been, and he quietly waited with baited breath, both eager and hesitant at the same time to learn what your final response was going to be, and thankfully, you weren’t cruel enough to make him wait for too long to hear what that response was.

—————

You slid your hands up his body until one cupped his cheek and the other rested at the back of his neck, then you flashed him another soft smile as your eyes darkened with raw want and desire, desire for him. 

“Kai, my answer is still the same; I want you.” Your thumb traced lazy circles on the back of his neck while you continued to speak, and the way he practically melted into your touch sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “The fact that you are so concerned about potentially hurting me and regressing back into your old habits is enough to give me confidence that you won’t. I trust you to take care of me and to respect my limits in a way you never did before, and if I ever feel like it’s too much or that I can’t take it, I promise I’ll let you know and we’ll figure it out together.”

You watched him close his eyes and slowly exhale a few seconds later, all the tension leaving his body at once as one of his hands reached up to rest over top of your own. He gently squeezed your fingers and turned his face into your still open palm to lay a kiss there, and you could have sworn he was breathing you in while he did it. The you from five years ago would have found the display annoying and disgusting, but the you of the present couldn’t seem to adequately focus on anything past the pounding of your own heartbeat sounding in your ears and the unbearable ache pulsating between your legs as Kai turned his ravenous gaze back to yours.

Once again you were expecting him to leap upon you with five years worth of pent up passion and need, and once again he thoroughly surprised you by finding yet another way to stall what you now knew was an undeniable inevitability as he shifted to pull out his phone and scroll for a number before bring it up to his ear.

The whole while, his eyes never left yours and they all but screamed the one single word that you knew your own were echoing back…

Finally.

—————

Kai’s hyper focused attention never once left your face as he pulled out his phone and selected the first number on his speed-dial list.

It rang three times before the recipient answered, and Kai was far too preoccupied to even care as he watched the tip of your pretty little tongue slip out to wet your lips, lips he soon planned to have his own against, and possibly wrapped around his cock later, if you were willing.

“Hello?” 

Hari’s voice sounded raspy and breathless as he answered and Kai didn’t need more than one guess to know what must be causing it so late into the evening, especially with Rappa out of town at the moment.

Under normal circumstances, he might have been jealous or even envious over such a fact, but considering why he was making this call to his second in the first place, he couldn’t bring himself to give two flying shits this time. As long as his order was fallowed to the letter, Hari could still be sliding his cock between your sisters legs for all the fucks he had to give, all he cared about at the moment was passing along his message and turning his full attention back onto you.

“I need you to personally handle everything we have going on for the next week.” He quietly ordered, smirking down at you when your eyes widened and you mouthed back the words, ‘a week’. “Reschedule, shuffle things around, go to the meetings and distributions in my place; I don’t care what you have to do to make it happen, but I don’t want to hear one word about our business or dealings for the next seven days, not unless the issue is of apocalyptic proportions. Have I made myself clear, Chrono?”

Kai knew that Hari likely wanted to ask a series of questions, and he no doubt would the next time they saw each other, but for now, he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut and simply do as he was told.

“Yes, I understand.” His second in command responded obediently, but with obvious confusion. “I’ll see to it that you are left completely undisturbed for as long as you wish, and I’ll make sure everyone else is aware of it as well and the consequences that will come if they disregard the order.”

“Good.” Was all Kai said before he ended the call and tossed his phone aside with a careless flick of the wrist, and all the while his attention never strayed away from you. In fact, it only seemed to grow more intense with every passing second as he debated on whether or not he should be the one to make the first move and end this rather enticing stare down the two of you were having.

Thankfully though, and much like all of this evening so far, you took the decision right out of his hands as you smiled up at him and said the words that ripped open the floodgates.

“Well then, Kai, you have an entire week away from work to spend with me.” You said, your voice light and teasing as you pressed ever closer to him, stretching up on the tips of your toes to brush your lips against his own trembling mouth. “Whatever shall we do to pass the time?”

—————

Hari’s confusion was near palpable as he stared down at the dark screen of his phone wondering what in the hell that was all about. It wasn’t like Kai to take that much time away from work and the organization, and if there was some kind of emergency in the compound or with you or the children, his phone would have already been blowing up about it.

So what then could it be?

“Are you so obtuse that you can’t see what this is?”

Hari looked over to the other side of the bed and frowned to see that (Name) was already in the process of getting dressed to leave and the now familiar disappointment that followed that realization was more than enough to make him temporarily forget about Kai’s mysterious order.

“You’re leaving already?” He asked, not caring if he sounded like a petulant child. 

“Yes.” Your sister responded, rolling her eyes as she wiggled herself back into her pants and proceeded to put on her bra. “I’m likely going to be responsible for the kids for the majority of the week, and I’d like to get some sleep tonight.”

Hari cocked his head, still confused. “Why do you think that?”

She raised one eyebrow and gave him an expression that just screamed, ‘Are you fucking serious right now?’. It was a look he’d grown accustomed to receiving from her over the years and somehow, it always sent a spike of pleasure zinging through him. He’d never admit it aloud, but he rather enjoyed letting her dominate him in bed and take the lead on occasion. Unlike Kai, he didn’t always feel an overwhelming urge to be in control of all things at every moment of the day, and he’d never been shy about being upfront with his bedroom partners in that regard. It just so happened that the woman standing before him now was perfectly comfortable with such things. Of course, he wasn’t at all opposed to being the one in charge either, but when he spent everyday ordering others around, it was something of a relief to not have to worry about it once in a while and be the one getting pampered.

“Because him and my sister are, in all likelihood, currently in the process of fucking each other’s brains out as we speak.” She replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Come on, you must have picked up on the way they’ve been eye-fucking one another at every opportunity they get lately, they haven’t exactly been subtle about it.”

Hari’s facial expression didn’t give it away, but as the words settled over him, he had to admit that he felt rather inept for not having thought of it himself. There were only so many things that could pull Kai away from his duties for such a long period of time, and if all was well with Eri and Kazue, then your sister was right, the only other option was you. 

“What do you think brought this on?” He asked casually, hoping that if he kept her talking long enough, he might just be able to convince her to stay for another round, or even the whole night.

“Hard to say.” She was currently in the process of looking for her socks and shoes as she went on. “But I’m betting it probably has something to do with Eri asking for a little sister and (Y/N) having baby fever.”

At the mention of pregnancy, Hari couldn’t help but imagine what (Name) would look like all round and full with his own child and he silently wondered if she herself ever had thoughts of being a mother. But he shook those thoughts away, there was no point in dwelling on them at the moment, especially since she’d gotten an IUD a few years ago and was still more than regularly sharing herself with Rappa. 

The thought of the lumbering buffoon and the following wave of jealousy was enough to soften his cock when he remembered that she never had any qualms about sharing a bed with Rappa afterwards, but never did so with him.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight instead of going back downstairs?” He quickly suggested it before he could rethink the offer. He could already see that she was opening her mouth to object, but he interjected before she could even get the words out. “Just to sleep.” He clarified, raising his hand in a peaceful gesture. “I know you prefer your room downstairs, but if you have to spend the week up here in the house anyway, why not stay here with me tonight and we can get you a room set up near the children tomorrow .”

(Name) didn’t say a word to him for a few long moments and just as he was about to rescind the offer, she finally spoke.

“I suppose that could work.” She said, eyeing him wearily.

Hari felt his face beginning to light up, only to have that joy dim just the slightest bit when she continued on.

“But I’m sleeping with my shirt and underwear on, and I am sure as fuck not going to cuddle with you. You stay on your side and I’ll stay on mine, got it?” She spat, her tone leaving no room for arguments or anything else as she stiffly began taking her clothes off again.

Despite his disappointment that he wouldn’t get to feel her in his arms tonight, Hari still couldn’t keep the small smile off his face as he watched her strip and stiffly climb back into the bed and wiggle under the covers.

Perhaps there was some hope for him after all, and he’d just need to take some baby steps to get there.

—————

Buttery soft sunshine was what you awoke to, but it was the soft kisses being left all along your shoulders and the back of your neck that kept you from dozing back off into peaceful slumber.

You smiled in contentment and lifted your arm, reaching it behind you to tangle your fingers in the soft chestnut strands of Kai’s hair while you arched your back in a small stretch, making extra certain that your bare ass rubbed against his already straining cock in the process.

“Good morning.” You whispered, your voice still thick with sleep and a tad bit hoarse from all the moaning and screaming you’d done the night before, even as your body fully responded to his gentle ministrations.

You felt him smile in response and his grip on your hip tightened as he groaned, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck and grinding his pelvis against the plump cheeks of your ass.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” He moaned, and opened his mouth to suck on the soft skin just below your ear. His hips were already picking up a steady rhythm as he slid his cock up and down between your ass cheeks and you pushed back with equal fervor. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you, my love, never.”

You shifted to roll over onto your back and look up at him, smiling as he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your lips. The sunlight streaming in through the windows highlighted him like a halo and made it seem as though his golden eyes were sparkling, although, from the blissfully happy smile on his face, that sparkle may not have been entirely a trick of the light.

The previous night had been wonderful and amazing, it had been everything you wanted and yet nothing like what you had expected. You had anticipated being tossed down on the bed and fucked hard and fast like a bitch in heat for the first few times, because there were definitely multiple rounds, but instead, Kai had been insistent on treating you with such tender love and care. He asked you at every opportunity throughout the night if what he was doing was to your liking, not because he wanted your enthusiasm to help inflate his ego, but because he just genuinely wanted to make sure you were comfortable with everything he did. From the way he kissed you, to every position he put you in, every new-not-new action was followed through only after he had received your verbal consent. It was very much appreciated, but after a while, you had gotten so amusingly annoyed by it that you had at point told him that if he did so one more time, you’d gag him with your underwear.

The look of shock that had overtaken his face had been purely priceless, as had been the uproarious laughter that had erupted from him a few moments afterwards.

“How are you feeling this morning?” He asked cautiously, no doubt worried you might have come to regret your decision while in the cold light of the day.

You grinned up at him fiendishly. “A little sore and stiff, but it’s in all the best ways possible, so I don’t mind.”

Kai frowned a bit, pulling back the blanket to scan your body from head to toe, as if he expected to find your body littered with bruises and other injuries. Then he turned his eyes back towards your own and you could easily see the lingering guilt that shined there. It would be some time yet before he felt relieved enough to let go of it, if ever let go of it at all.

“You’re sure you’re alright?” He repeated. “You can tell me, I promise I won’t be angry.”

“I’m sure.” Then you lifted your arms, opening them up and motioning for him to return to them. “Now would you please come back over here, I was enjoying those cuddles.”

Kai, for his part, was convinced that this all must be a dream, a very wonderful one to be sure, but still a dream. But as he slipped back into the warm cradle of your arms and felt you begin your usual habit of tracing teasing lines and patterns across his back with the tips of your fingers, he knew this was real. Somehow, you had found it in your heart to try and move past the horrible things he’d done in order to have a fresh start with him. He knew you hadn’t necessarily forgiven him, he wasn’t even sure he deserved this second chance, let alone forgiveness, not when he couldn’t entirely forgive himself, but if this is what you wanted, then he would happily accept whatever bits of yourself you wanted to bestow upon him.

The two of you laid there in peaceful silence for quite some time, occasionally running a hand over one another or laying kisses wherever your lips could reach, just to remind one another that this was indeed real and not some fantasy.

“What are you thinking about?” Kai asked softly when you had been silent for longer than usual.

The two of you had switched positions at one point and now you were the one resting your head on Kai’s broad pectoral, still idly tracing patterns on the skin of his stomach and smiling devilishly whenever his hips would jerk and his cock gave a noticeable twitch. It wouldn’t take too much effort to slip a little further down and wrap your lips around him, and had he not just asked you a question, you would have done just that without a moment's hesitation.

“Nothing really, just thinking about how much I lo-”

The words slipped out so naturally that you almost didn’t catch yourself in time.

Both of you stiffened and the room went deathly quiet as the gravity of what you almost finished saying hit you both like a freight train. Your mind was in a tizzy, trying to come up with every line in existence to excuse what it was you almost just said. You don’t even know where the words came from, they just slipped out so smoothly, like saying it was the easiest thing you’d ever done. 

As if they were true!

But they weren’t true, they couldn’t be true…

Could they?

Yes, you had grown to care for and appreciate Kai as the father of your children and even as a companion, enough so that you wanted to have more children with him, but that didn’t mean you… felt that way about him… did it?

“(Y/N)?” Kai called out your name softly, pulling you from your wild and chaotic thoughts.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I couldn’t quite make out what you were saying. Can you repeat that for me?” He asked with forced casualness.

You were so blindsided and confused that it took a moment for you to recognize what was happening, but when you did, the painful tension drained away in an instant as you realized what he was doing.

Kai was offering you an out, to chance to back away from this topic for the time being, until you were ready to face it, IF you were ever ready to face it.

You wished wholeheartedly that you weren’t such a fucking coward, but so much had happened in so short a time between the two of you, and dealing with this, on top of everything else, was just asking for too much.

So you took that out, shelving the topic to be addressed at another time… or possibly never.

You cleared your throat. “I… I was only saying that I love… love what a wonderful father you are.” You said quietly, and patted yourself on the back that at least you were able to admit this truth. “Mistakes of the past or not, you always take such good care of them, of us, and I can’t thank you enough for that.”

Kai’s arms tightened around you instantly as he laid a gentle kiss to the top of your head, breathing in your delectable scent, now mingled with his own. “I will always take care of you. The three of you, hopefully soon-to-be four, are my whole world. I love you all from the bottom of my heart, and I will spend the rest of my life proving that to you, even if it kills me in the process. I swear it, my love.”

Your answering nod was all he needed to know you understood and believed him, and soon, the two of you once again lapsed back into that easy and comfortable silence, basking in the morning sun and perfectly content to let the future play out however it saw fit to do so.

And while you might not ever be able to say those three little words back to him, that was fine, because for now, this was all either of you needed.

                                     The End

That is a wrap folks! Purity is officially completed!

3 years, 30 chapters, and nearly 200k words later and I honestly can’t believe I managed to finally finish it! It has been one hell of a ride from start to finish, and I just want to thank all of you for the absolutely amazing support you all have shown throughout the entire process. Whether you’ve been here from the very beginning or if you came in halfway through, or even if you’ve only just now found this, thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

But the one I want to thank the most is one of my best and dearest friends, @talpup​, who has been with me from the very beginning, before I even started posting. Brainstorming ideas with me and allowing me to subject them to my never-ending slew of scene and detail changes, they have been my biggest supporter by far and I can quite honestly say this blog would not be active anymore were it not for them. I probably would have given up on this story and writing post worthy content a long time ago had I not met you my friend, this story is as much yours as it is mine and I hope you know how much I love and appreciate you! ❤️

So, to conclude, if ever there was a time to let me know your thoughts on the story as a whole, now is that time. I know this kinda happy/bittersweet ending might seem very lackluster and an ill-fit for what this fic started out as, but I hope that everyone who reads it can find at least a few satisfying conclusions throughout it. But this is how I always intended for the story to end and I, as the writer, am very pleased with it, and to me, that’s really all that matters. 😊

Thank you all, enjoy!

[alostlovergirl]

She is all mines (Tony stark x reader)

Summary: Tony stark has always been spoiled. So spoiled, that when he is rejected by a journalist, he takes it as a chase. A chase to make that beauty belong to him and only him. I mean in his mind she was already his, so why not in real life too?

Warnings: possessive behavior, stalking, kidnapping, non-con, abusive behavior, forced pregnancy, breeding, and violence.

Tony stark has always gotten what he wanted in life. He never took no for an answer and no one cared to say no to the big man himself, no matter now insufferable he was to them. So, when his manager declared to throw a party for other mechanical inventors to show off their inventions and be funded by the big man himself, he agrees because he knows he can get a hookup for the night.

He got dressed up real nice and hosted this event. The party was going real nice. New inventors getting the recognition that they deserved and inventors that had been long forgotten, were now getting back into the game. Everything was going very well when he caught the eye of a young and beautiful journalist that seemed to be walking around like a lost puppy dog. The young women was looking around at all of the hightech inventions that were being presented to the public eye with curious eyes. Tony chuckles to himself before downing the whiskey he had in hand and walking over to the young women.

"Darling, you seem to be lost. Are you sure you are supposed to be here?” he teased as he comes up behind the young women. She immediately turns around with fear dancing around in her tummy. She looks at him and Tony watched her eyes widen with glee.

"oh! I had been looking for you!" she seemed excited and nervous. She holds up a tape recorder, a beaten up composition book, and an old #2 pencil. ” could I please interview you for a newspaper?”

That question did not surprise him. He had beeninterviewed countless times and plus being alone with this beauty meant that he could charm his way into her pants. He doesn't say anything to the poor nervous women to a private conference room upstairs and away from the loud crowd.

They walk into the conference room and Tony closed the door, cutting out the loud downstairs party. He turns on the bright, white light in the conference room. He turned around and saw that the young women had already made herself comfortable.

"sorry for the nervousness. I have social anxiety and it’s hard to find my assignments in such a big crowd.” she says as folded her hands in between her thighs with such an innocent gaze that Tony felt his cock twitch in his pants. Goal, he couldn't wait to fuck her dumb when he finished this interview.

He thinks that he was getting into her pants, but little does he know that his night would take a drastic turn for the worst.

She started her interview and Tony listened intensely to her questions, providing answers to everything she wanted to know about him. " enough about me, sweetness...” he holds up his hand to her before standing up. He walks over to her, filling her nostrils with vanilla, coffee, and whiskey. He sits on the table, next to her laptop, and grabs her face.

"tell me some things about you", he expected to see her face full with a red tint, but all he got was an annoyed look that was fully directed at him. She pulls her face from his firm grip before standing up.

“ I think this interview is over, sir. I must go home and write my report." she packed up her things and slung her bag over her shoulder. Tony watched as this women pushes past him and to the door. He got up, quickly and grabbed her waist.

" oh come on, don't be like that, darling. I can show you a good time. " he tried his best to convince her to sleep with him, but she was one feisty women. “ can I at least get you name?”

“ don't be desperate, Mr. Stark. I am engaged. I am not for you, but my future husband." she pushed his hands off her waist and left the room as quickly as possible. She left Tony to think about what just happened.

He got rejected by a beautiful, young women. He chuckles to himself and rubs a hand over his face.

" this is a new experience and I love it"he takes a deep breath and turns off the light before leaving the conference room. He is going to chase her and steal her away from her fiancé.

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Third Person POV

"what a fucking creep." you grumble as you maneuvered your way through the crowd and out of stark tower. You rubbed your hands against your waist, feeling absolutely disgusted with what just happened. God, you knew he was a playboy, but did he not know how to take no for an answer? You climb in your car and looked at your phone that you left on your passenger seat. You see a text message from the love of your life, Alex.

Alex was perfect in every way. He had soft brown hair, freckles, plump lips with a beauty mark smacked dab at the bottom of his deliciously plump lips.it wasn't only his looks, but he was so kind and cared so much about your needs and wants. He spoils you rotten and tries not to bother you when you are working. He listened to your experienceswith mean or creepy celebrities. He even offered to be a bodyguard for you when you go on these interview runs.

He was amazing touris and you love him dearly.

The message read," Chinese or Mexican?"

You smile and type a quick response to him before leaving the parking lot, hoping to forget about this crummy experience. You really thought he would be a nice guy.

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It had been a few weeks since the party and you have been feeling weird. It felt like someone was following you, wherever you went there was a different person sitting there with a newspaper and some sunglasses. It just felt like she was being watching all the time. At the cafe, at work, at the library, especially at home. Whatever you are doing, there is somebody watching you and it was leaving you unnerved. You swear that you saw a pair of eyes in your window when you went to be with your fiancé.

Once you started to get threatening texts messages, you decided to tell your fiancé. He seemed pissed off and forced you to make a police report, but they couldn't do anything since it was a cyber attack and not a physical attack. All they said is that they would try to monitor the activity, but they didn't keep their promise.

Your lover put cameras all over your shared apartment and promised to keep you both safe. You finally felt safe. You and not know how unsafe you actually were..

On Friday of a cold October the 13th, you and your lover was watching a Friday the 13th movie. Alex held you close and was pressing loving kisses to your temple here and there. He knew you hated horror movies, but he had begged and begged you to have a movie night with because it was such a special day. Friday 13, the national unlucky day. So, you reluctantly agreed to watch it

You had completely forgotten about your ever worrying problem. You wanted to enjoy your time with your lover and leave the situation in the past.

You thought you had left it in the past until you and your lover hear a loud, banging knock on the door.

Alex paused the movie and gets up without a cautious thought in his head. "wait! Alexander! What are you going!? It could be dangerous!" you whisper-yelled at your idiot lover. He just looked back at you and lifted up his shirt, showing off the gun tucked in his pants. Your eyes widen and her continued walking towards the door. He finally opened it and not even seconds later, you hear a metal bullet hit something else metal. You jump and immediately hear your lover yell at you to hide.

"w-what?"

"FUCKING HIDE, Y/N!”

You jumped up off the couch and run down the hall. You could hear the punches being thrown and groans. You hide in the hall closet and you finally can feel the hot tears running down your face. Your heart was pounding out your chest. Who the hell was in the house?

* crash*

You hear a loud crash, like someone went through a wall and finally the intruder speaks. You almost cried again when you realized who it was.

" come on out, sweetness" the calming, sweet sounding voice sounded like it was laced with poison. His footsteps get closer and closer to where she was. "well, if you don't come out it doesn't matter cause I got you heat signature. I am giving you a chance to come out to make your situation better, but I could do this the hard way.".

Your body started to shake horribly bad. Maybe you could make a run for it. Try to get help from your upstairs neighbor. You don't get a chance to think because the door swung open to reveal a crazed looking Tony stark.

You scream and are taken under the cover of night.

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When you finally come to, you wake up to being naked and tied to a comfortable bed. You start squirming immediately, terrified of what you were doing here. You couldn't remember what happened to you. Finally, he comes out. Tony came out with just a robe on him and he smiles a wicked smile.

"oh,you are finally awake, my darling. Thought you would never wake up.", his voice sounded like he was taunting you. It's like he was saying, 'i caught you and you thought you could get away from me.'

You felt like crying again and all he did was smile at you. He walks over and hover over you, already touching your thighs. He rubs them, gently and leans down towards you ear as you turn away from him with a disgusted look on your face. He spoke into your ear, “ I only have you because I get whatever I want, sweetness. You don't say no to Tony stark. Should be grateful that went through all this trouble to get you all to myself. Oh, and don't worry about your boy toy. He'll be fine, just will be in the hospital for a zero day, my love." he says as slips off your engagement ring and throws it across the room.

You could feel yourself shaking and you closed your legs. He put his hands between your legs, pressing himself against your sensitive parts. He places his hand on your pussy and spreads your folds apart, running his thick finger against your dry clit. You hated every inch of it. It felt wrong with this disgusting man touching you like this, but your body was betraying you.

You could feel yourself getting wet as he brought warm pleasure in between your legs. He pushes his digit in and you cried out in pain. You were still quite dry, but Tony didn't give one fuck about you and your pleasure. He only wanted the thing that he was denied. He wanted your body and he wanted to finally fuck you dumb, like he had promised himself.

He moves his head down in between your legs and decided that tongue will do the trick of wetting you up. He kisses, licking up and down your pussy. That did the trick. It made you nice and wet, making smacking sounds. He pushes his tongue inside of your pussy and you couldn't help, but let out a sultry moan. He sits up and smiled at the fact that he dragged that moan out of you.

He brings his hand up to his mouth and licks his hand. He places his hand on your pussy and rubs your warm pussy to make you nice and wet for him. He places sloppy kisses against your next as you treat to fight him off, whimpering and begging him not to do this. At one point, you spit in his face as he wets up his cock. This only caused him to smack you in the face. “don't fucking spit my face, whore.”

You started trying to kick him, trying to get the arc reactor in his chest, but he just dodged you and while your legs were opened, he slammed right in. You scream out and he just covered your mouth' starting an unruly pace. He assaulted your pussy and watched your reactions with twisted look on his face.

You felt absolute pain. Felt like a fire was brewing in your pussy. You screamed and cried as your vision turns blurry. You did everything you could to try to get him off of you. He was so big and you felt so weak as you couldn't get him to budge. He wrapped his hand around your throat and your mind comes up with a coping mechanism by imagining that Tony was Alexander. You tried to imagine that it was Alex's big hands touching your throat and thighs. That Alex was pounding into your sensitive pussy. That it was his dick that was filling you out so amazingly.

It worked because you let out a loud moan. Your fearful screams turned into loud moans of pleasure and you hear Alex's chocolately voice speaking to you, telling you that he wanted to keep you. That he was gonna marry you and breed you to have his kids. You dian't realize that it was Tony's voice talking and not your baby.

You became dizzy with pleasure as you mind kept you in your sex filled fantasy. Tony pushes his cock deeper as he announces that he was gonna cum. He buried his cock inside which caused you to moan out and say, “cum! Fill me up with your babies please!"

Your thoughts had completely clouded your right judgement. He smiles, thinking that you finally wanted this, that you wanted him and not that fuckboy you called a boyfriend. He needed to hear you say it.

“ mmm...say it. I want you to say you want me” he growls as he starts slamming into you at a harder pace. His cock felt like it was gonna burst.

“I want you! I want you, so fucking bad”, you yell out, loudly. You felt a rush come over you. You squirted and immediately felt a warmth enter your body. That’s when you snap out your trance to the disgusting truth. Tony came inside of you.

He looks at you and smiles, wickedly. “ we aren't done. You are all mines, sweetness.”

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Note: this may be bad because I haven't written smut in awhile. Hopefully, y'all enjoy it!

[bitacrytic]

Cast a Shadow [02]

"Are you willing to do anything I want?"

"Okay," Joe said, letting go of Ming as he tried to shrug Ming off his elbows. "This is getting weird."

Ming kissed him, crashing his lips into Joe's so quickly that for a moment their teeth clashed. 

When Joe gasped in shock, Ming slotted his tongue into Joe's mouth, grabbing him by the neck as he turned Joe's head the way he wanted. Joe melted against him, holding on to Ming as Ming pressed him back till Joe hit the bonnet of his car.

WARNING: ABUSE, TRAUMA RESPONSE, NONCON

CHAPTER TWO

It was a miracle that Ming was alone.

Joe rarely saw him alone. The few times he had, Ming's guards always appeared like the wind, brushing off any encounter like human interaction was a danger to Ming's health.

But this time, he was alone.

As Joe slowed down and lowered the passenger window, he half expected to be accosted by the big, buff men who seemed able to disappear and appear at a moment's notice. But no one came.

"Do you need a ride?" Joe asked.

Ming didn't reply.

Squatting on the side of the road with a forgotten cigarette slowly burning between his fingers, Ming stared into nothingness. Even when Joe honked his horn, Ming didn't move, didn't startle.

Wherever his mind was, it wasn't anywhere near where he was squatting.

Clearing to the side, Joe got out, pulling off his jacket as he approached Joe to cover him. Once again, he wondered if the guards were present. If they were, he wondered why they hadn't come to get Ming.

As he squatted to meet Ming, Ming gasped nearly jumping out of his skin as Joe moved to steady him. With nothing else to stop their fall, Joe slammed Ming into the metal bars right behind him as Ming groaned in pain, finally coming back to life.

"What the fuck?" Ming cussed, closing his eyes as he grimaced.

"I'm so sorry."

Joe had such horrid luck. For weeks, he'd been trying to talk to Ming since he got back into the country. Unlike his sister who was a regular visitor on set, her brother had never been to any of the sets of any of the movies that Akarayota Enterprises sponsored. The only reason Joe knew who Ming was, was because he'd walked into him at the hotel where Wut threw a closing party, in Tong's last movie.

As far as Joe knew, Ming didn't interact with anyone in the movie industry and probably didn't even watch any movies. A silent recluse who was always followed by big, scary guards.

It was just Joe's luck that the one day he'd found Ming alone, the one day they could actually talk, he'd gone and mistakenly assaulted the man.

"I didn't mean to startle you."

"Get your hands off me," Ming said, shrugging Joe off as Joe moved away.

"My bad. Look, I-" He searched for a way to salvage the situation. "Do you need a ride home?"

"I'll find my way home."

"How?" Joe asked. "Where are your bodyguards?"

"They're where they're supposed to be," Ming said, a somber anger in his tone.

Joe immediately backed away, hands raised in the air for Ming to see.

"That's fine," he said. "I meant no offense."

He turned and headed to the car when he heard a soft gasp emit from Ming.

"Are you alright?" Joe turned back to find Ming staring at him, eyes wide with barely concealed horror. "What's the problem?"

"You just..." Ming began, shaking his head. "You... from behind. You look like someone I know."

"Oh?" Joe asked with an exaggerated, charming smile. "I've been told I have a stunning behind. I should," he said. "After all, I'm Tong Saelim's stand-in."

"Stand in?" Ming asked, unconsciously taking a step toward Joe. "What's that?"

"A stunt double for the movie star."

"Tong is a movie star?"

"You don't know that?" Joe asked, perplexed. "He's your sister's friend."

Ming scoffed. "More like fiancée."

"What?" Joe asked, ears prickling for that bit of information. Mostly because it was the kind of thing Yim would want to hear about.

"No," Ming said, shaking his head. "I shouldn't have said that." He covered the distance between them. "You can't tell anyone."

"Okay," Joe agreed immediately, noting how distressed Ming sounded and looked. "I won't tell anyone," Joe said, holding Ming by the shoulder, to keep him calm but mostly to keep him from coming closer so he wouldn’t mistakenly shove Joe into the street. "I promise."

Breathing hard, staring at Joe like he was trying to choose whether to trust him or not, Ming frowned at him as his hands held Joe by the elbow, keeping Joe from actually moving away.

"You don't have to worry about me," Joe said, starting to worry as Ming's hands tightened. "I won't say a thing."

Ming leaned closer, moving right into Joe's space as Joe held his ground, weary but curious as to what Ming was going to do.

"Are you a good actor?" Ming randomly asked, confusing Joe beyond reason.

"Uh... as good as I need to be."

Because as beautiful as Ming was, Joe was slowly starting to realize why he didn't welcome human interaction. In the two minutes since they'd met, they'd hopped from one conversation to another with no clear transition. And while it was fun to stare into the round, big eyes of the mysterious pretty boy, Joe wasn't sure he was ever going to be able to keep up.

"Do you do as you're told?"

"What?" Joe asked, unable to fight the cringe that went through his body.

"Are you willing to do anything I want?"

"Okay," Joe said, letting go of Ming as he tried to shrug Ming off his elbows. "This is getting weird."

Ming kissed him, crashing his lips into Joe's so quickly that for a moment their teeth clashed. 

When Joe gasped in shock, Ming slotted his tongue into Joe's mouth, grabbing him by the neck as he turned Joe's head the way he wanted. Joe melted against him, holding on to Ming as Ming pressed him back till Joe hit the bonnet of his car.

As much as he wanted to keep going, Joe turned his head away, dislodging the kiss as Ming's hands clenched his jaw, trying to bring him right back.

"We're outside," Joe said immediately.

Just then, the lights from a passing vehicle washed over them as Ming seemed to come back to himself, looking away from Joe as the spell broke for another second.

"How far away do you live?" Ming asked, watching the other car drive away.

"Not far," Joe replied, his heart beating in his chest at what Ming's question could possibly mean.

"Take me there," Ming said.

And for once, Joe couldn't believe that good luck had somehow found its way to his doorstep.

*

There was no way.

Joe couldn't believe it.

Not even while it was happening.

With his knees spread against his bed, Joe rocked back against Ming's targeted thrusts as he pumped his dick with his free hand. It hadn't even been up for discussion. The moment they got into the apartment, Ming had stripped and positioned Joe on his knees, whispering against his skin as he kissed down Joe's back. Speaking words that were barely meant for Joe's ears.

But Joe wasn't usually particular about the mechanics. As long as everyone involved had a good time, Joe was always down. If Ming didn't want to bottom, that was just fine. By the time Ming slid into Joe, inch after inch till Joe was quivering with need, Joe realized that he'd been right not to fight Ming about it.

Moaning away as Ming pounded into him, Joe wished for his orgasm, coasting towards it with reckless abandon. So close. So hard. So sweet. Joe's eyes were clenched shut in anticipation, in thirsty want. So near.

"Oh," Joe gasped when he felt Ming's fingers encircle his neck.

At first, it was a passing flicker. A tentative touch that came and went between thrusts. But as the night progressed, Ming's touch became more certain, pressing against Joe's throat with more boldness each time.

As Joe's orgasm neared though, both of Ming's hands wrapped around his neck, pressing tightly against his throat till Joe's movements staggered. He batted at Ming's hand, a silent request for Ming to let up, but Ming only pressed harder, his thrusts coming in with more force than he'd used before.

"Ming," Joe croaked out as the hand tugging Joe's dick went to his neck, tapping harder.

But it just seemed to incite Ming more as he pushed Joe's head down.

Mind spinning at the abrupt appearance of possible danger, Joe reached for Ming's hands with both of his but the movement left him without a wedge as his head flopped onto the bed, dislodging Ming's dick completely.

"Ming, this isn't-"

Ming lifted a leg and stamped right on the back of Joe's head as Joe reacted on impulse. Turning over on the bed, he grabbed Ming's leg, shoved it away, and pulled Ming to the side, throwing his weight around as he switched their positions.

On his back, beneath Joe, Ming laughed at him, his face twisted into maniacal glee.

"I forgot that you're a stuntman."

"What the fuck was that?"

"I'm sorry," Ming said. "I mean, I was going to negotiate but I've decided I quite like that your resistance is real."

"Are you crazy?" Joe asked, his heart beating a million beats per minute as he looked down at the man he'd only ever seen as angelic, who'd somehow caught a devilish glint in his eyes.

"You should know," Ming said. "That my bodyguards are never more than twenty feet away from me."

"What the fuck does that have to do with you trying to kill me?"

Instead of answering, Ming called out, "Willy!"

"Yes, Khun-Ming," a deep voice answered from just outside Joe's doors as they opened and a tall, muscular man walked into the apartment.

Breath shuddering, Joe tried to get up. Ming held him in place.

"I'm going to do a few things tonight and I honestly don't want you to like any of them."

"Ming-" Joe began but Ming cut in.

"Take out your gun, Willy."

Willy reached into his jacket and pulled out a handgun with a silencer already attached to it.

"What are you doing?" Joe asked, shoving Ming away as he crawled toward the edge of the bed to get away.

"If he gets off the bed, shoot him in the leg, Willy."

Joe stopped moving just as his foot was about to touch the ground. Putting his foot back in, he turned to Ming.

"Why are you doing this?" Joe asked, his whole body rigid with the thought that Ming was crazy enough to get Joe shot and rich enough for such a crime not to matter.

"If he raises his voice at me again," Ming said, looking right at Joe. "Shoot him in the leg, Willy."

"Please," Joe said, kneeling before Ming as Ming crawled over to Joe.

"If he tries to fight me in any way," Ming said. "What are you supposed to do, Willy?"

"Shoot him in the leg," Willy replied. 

"Oh," Joe whimpered as he covered his mouth as scared tears fell from his eyes.

Moving behind Joe again, Ming's hand returned to Joe's neck. Joe winced, closing his eyes as more tears poured from them.

"How does it feel," Ming asked. "Now that you can't hurt me?"

"I have never-"

"Shhhhhh," Ming said

Joe's mouth clamped shut.

With his nails digging into the side of Joe's neck, Ming asked, "Do you want to suck my cock?"

"Oh god," Joe pleaded.

"Tell the truth," Ming said.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Tell the fucking truth, Tong!" Ming commanded.

Crying, Joe said, "I am not Tong."

"Yes you are," Ming whispered as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss against the back of Joe’s shoulder. "You’ve buried yourself in my skin Tong, but tonight? You’re the one who’s going to bleed."

As Joe quivered beneath Ming’s mockingly soft touch, he realized that he should have known.

If the pretty boy that Joe had been thirsting after for weeks suddenly wanted to fuck Joe, he should have known.

That his luck had never been that good, to begin with.

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Chapter One on AO3

[djsherriff-responses]

still having wrote any cheek clapping but I think the setting up is done, maybe?

criticism much appreciated

TW for implied/referenced non con , abuse and Dolph’s struggles with that as well as an age gap romance

Dolph was running out of patience with this guy.

It's been over a year since the ex bodyguard of Pagan Min decided to drastically change the course of both their lives and save Dolph from a life of being treated like a cheap toy by Alex.

And a few months since Dolph figured out he and Hao were mutually attracted to each other.

Having been raised to be a soldier from the age of four and becoming romantically involved with the first man he met when he became eighteen , Dolph isn’t the most well adjusted man in the hellscape that is Eden. In fairness Hao isn’t much better , being a tiger hybrid bred specifically to serve Pagan Min’s family even before Pagan shot his old man dead and took over the family business. It’s sort of a miracle Hao managed to reach his 40s in the line of work he was assigned , never mind having a child and a wife.

Or had a wife, Hao became a widower not long after his daughter was born. In other words, Hao is single.

Which would be convenient for Dolph if the two of them weren’t socially awkward as hell and emotionally constipated. Which was worse, Dolph’s inability to express himself or Hao’s lack of confidence? Dolph pondered this as he stood in a store with the older man, the feline sniffing the small containers as the cyborg did his best to hide his cybernetics under his oversized hoodie.

“So ummm” Hao looked over to Dolph, holding a candle in each paw. “Are there any smells you like?”. Dolph looked at him nonchalantly, hands in his pockets “I thought we were meant to be getting supplies?”. Dolph asked, he saw Hao’s brows raise slightly “we are, no harm in getting something nice though, right?”. Hao gave Dolph an awkward, toothy grin.

The two stood in silence for a moment. 

“Right uh” Hao looked away from Dolph and began to mumble, trying to find the next thing to say. Dolph could relate to Hao’s struggle, he wasn’t good with his words either. But while Dolph was blunt when he spoke, Hao became a bumbling mess of a man. From what Hao told Dolph , it wasn’t usually an issue back when Hao worked for Pagan, as he simply had to follow orders and mind his own business. But since essentially betraying his boss, Hao has been forced to get out of his comfort zone and actually socialise with people who aren’t his daughter.

“Jasmine”

“Uh?” Hao turned back to Dolph “I like Jasmine” Dolph said, giving a slight shrug of the shoulders. “Why are you getting these anyways?” Dolph asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice “We should just focus on the essentials and leave as soon as possible”. Dolph could see Hao give a small frown “I know, I know, but what’s the point of surviving if you don’t live a little?”.

Dolph wasn’t convinced.

Hao sighed, he placed a hand on Dolph’s shoulder “You’re worried about Eden catching us here?” Hao gave a gentle rub with his thumb, Dolph could barely contain the butterflies that motion sent his stomach. “You can go outside and wait for me, if you prefer?” Dolph hesitated to answer, unsure if being in the store, surrounded by people in close quarters and security lurking every corner, or outside, exposed in the open with little cover, was the safer option.

Eventually though, Dolph nodded his head.

Dolph walked through the automated doors of the store and into the quiet car park. Dolph could see very little people around , but that didn’t mean Dolph was safe from being spotted by guards out of sight. The ex super soldier decided it’d be best to stand by the trash cans nearby , not too obvious but still easy for Hao to find him.

Dolph just hoped he wasn't for a certain bastard ex of his find.

As Dolph waited for Hao to finish shopping, he looked back on his time knowing and getting close to the feline hybrid.

From what Hao has been willing to share about himself , he among many other tiger hybrids were born in China within a lab and trained to work for Gang Min, though Pagan took over before Hao could be of service for the old man. Being essentially Pagan's property, Hao followed Pagan over to Eden where the pink prick wished to expand his power in the crime underworld.

While Hao wasn't a free man, he did receive some benefits so long as he stayed on Pagan's good side, and Hao was damn good at staying on Pagan's good side.

Dolph admittedly struggled to tell Hao apart from the other tigers when they first met and having been used to random guards sneaking into his cell to have their own way with him, Dolph assumed Hao simply wanted what everyone only ever wanted Dolph for:

To use him.

Despite the fact that for years he had killed indiscriminately for Pagan Min, Hao was a sweet person who cared about others. Dolph learned that quickly when Hao threw everything away to save Dolph from being used for Pagan's private night shows and decided to stay by the cyborg's side since.

Dolph was , for lack of a better description , pretty fucked up the first month away from Pagan and Alex. Dolph still struggles to gasp that anyone would want to help him just for the sake of helping him, so naturally Dolph assumed that Hao took him away to have his own way with him.

But when it became obvious Hao didn't have any sexual intentions, Dolph quickly became scared of what intentions Hao may have actually had for taking him away.

Dolph quickly flipped from acting like an eager sex doll to an anxious and easily triggered cannon as he became incredibly argumentative towards Hao, hardly getting sleep and constantly on edge made Dolph feel like he could never relax. At one point Dolph actually tried going back to Alex.

It’s an awful way to think of himself but Dolph would rather be used as a plaything than be a weapon ever again.

Dolph was in an awful state , but Hao persevered to help regardless. Dolph still has no clue how Hao ever put up with his bullshit, hell, he wonders how Hao is still putting up with his attitude. Eventually through their time together the two became more closer and open with each other. They’re still a bit stunned and awkward with socialising, but Dolph has since become more understanding of Hao’s anxiety ridden rambling and Hao has since learned to better read Dolph.

All that patience and gentleness, that fatherly aura Hao practically glows with, not falling for him was a mission and dear lord did Captain Laserhawk fail that mission.

Noticing Hao's attraction towards him was a surprise though. Whenever he could, Hao tried encouraging Dolph to go off to nightclubs and other social gatherings where they were confident no one would catch them, even telling Dolph to talk to people on his own. Since Hao is a father himself, Dolph wasn’t sure how to read Hao’s care towards him, if there was something else behind Hao’s actions or if Dolph was misreading simple fatherly behaviour.

But when Hao started grazing his hand , when his touches became unintentionally close and intimate, when Hao started physically becoming closer, Dolph knew it wasn’t daddy issues making him misinterpret anything.

After he noticed the feline's attractions towards him, Dolph started to see a bit of guilt whenever their eyes met. Considering their age difference and how Hao often pushes Dolph to interact with people closer to his age , as well as Hao’s fatherly instincts, Dolph can take a guess what Hao’s conscience is telling him.

Dolph has come to realise his relationship with Alex …..  was not great. Even before letting Pagan pimp him out , Alex wasn't the wonderful boyfriend that Dolph had imagined , far from it. It never crossed Dolph's mind until after Hao helped him escape and time apart from his ex just how much Alex had expected of him in their relationship.

Hao has his faults,he has very little confidence in himself and often bends to the will of others rather than stick to his own conviction. Hao has the tendency to ramble and mumble , this was especially bad when the two were first getting to know each other and Dolph did not have any patience. Not to mention he napes in the weirdest and most inconvenient of positions.

But Alex? Looking back , Alex rarely took their jobs seriously and despite being the one who made the plans , would often go off course from what the two agreed on. Alex would also be very ill prepared for those jobs , with Dolph having to step in and take the responsibility when times got tough. Alex was cocky , and left much of the heavy lifting to Dolph , sometimes more literal than others.

Funny, Dolph didn't realise how often he used to wear rose tinted glasses.

Maybe because Alex made him doubt his self worth, Dolph can't help but wonder if all Hao’s efforts to help him is just a waste of Hao's time and energy.

Especially since Hao has a daughter, Naomi.

Besides one phone call , most of which was Hao arguing with her to stay in Canada and not look for him, Hao hasn't had any contact with her in their time of them running from Pagan and Alex, much less seen her in person. Naomi was already in college and far away from Eden when Hao swapped being under Pagan's employment to being hunted down by him, but that doesn't stop Hao being worried Pagan will track her down and hurt her.

Despite the long distance, Hao has gone into depth to Dolph about how much he loves his daughter and how proud he is of the woman Naomi has become, particularly that she's smart and has the courage to make her own path in life. Hao carries a photo collection of her and rarely refuses the opportunity to show off his little girl, Dolph thought it was dorky but can’t deny it’s adorable how Hao comes out of his shell when his child is the focus of the conversation. Last he checked , Naomi was in Canada studying computer science and was at the top of her classes. She was never told the exact details of the work Hao did, and he wants to keep it that way as Hao wants to ensure that Naomi is kept far away from Pagan and the work he had to do under him, even if it means cutting her out of his life.

Despite Hao's reassurance that freeing him was his choice and Hao will deal with the consequences of his own actions, the guilt of keeping a child away from her father eats Dolph up at night.

Curiously , Hao has mentioned that Naomi isn't a tiger , but a tigon hybrid. Her mother was a lioness named Julie. Hao had met Julie not long after he arrived in Eden, during a night out with some co-workers they got drinks from a bar where she was singing that night and it was love at first sight. Whenever Hao spoke of her, Hao would stare off into the distance as if he was staring into something beautiful. 

Dolph wonders if someone will ever talk about him that way, maybe even-

“Hi birdie” Dolph snapped out of his thoughts as he was greeted by Hao holding a few bags. “Sorry to keep you waiting , I got all the stuff we need” Dolph looked around the area before the two left the car park. Keeping an eye out for any potential stalkers and cameras , the two kept their wits about them as they tried walking back to their hideout.

“What did you get?” Dolph asked, noticing that Hao was obviously carrying more than basic necessities and candles.

Hao blushed a bit “oh It’s um , it’s a surprise!” The tiger winked.

[joyful-downer]

TW: Nsfw hc, possible non-con

Jack whining as he's being forced to sit down all the way on a Bobby's dick, making the smaller male feel as if he's being impaled from below as a second bobby decides to join them, pushing his way inside his tight hole as well.

(Edit:)

One of the Bobby's moaning out a "I'm sorry Mr. Worthing... I can't help it~" as he's thrusting the living soul out of the smaller man, ignoring his pathetic whimpers

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[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Fire and Blood: Chapter two, plans and plots

🐝FIRE AND BLOOD🐝 Longish story about Aemond and Aegon x Beesbury oc who love her and start a affair that will slowly devide them and tear kingdoms apart. Smut and sharing.

WARNINGS: Off-screen violence (fighting) sneaking up at someone, discussion of sharing, non-con (at first but mc consents later)

It's been a full week since the time that Aemond and Aegon fought each other.

Over you.

You collect a few books for your study and feel someone watching you. Aemond leans against a bookshelf and flips through a book. The second your eyes meet he slams it shut.

You are startled by the sound.

‘Gods, don’t sneak up on me.’ you laugh, but there is nothing joyous about his expression.

The prince struts over to you.‘I do as I like, as you soon will discover.’

Your voice is soft but firm.‘What is that supposed to mean?’ you demand. This might be the prince but he cant act that way towards you.

You make a growling sound like a bear being provoked. ‘We had an agreement. Don’t we, brother?’ Aemond sounds so joyful and happy. The bastard.

Aegon speaks, suddenly behind you

‘Indeed.’ his softer gentler voice rings out.

You are aware of your blush so you attempt to hide it. ‘How fun! I'm glad to see you two made it up.'

Aemond shoots you a glare.

‘You’ll be quiet, when we speak, you have a break. Is that understood?’ you feel your breath catch and stare at him with worry and fear. Is he angry?

Next to him his brother rolls his eyes.

‘You are scaring her off.’ he says to his younger brother.

Aemond crosses his arms. ‘Shut up, you play with her the way you want, I play with her the way I want.’ you are worried. Very worried.

He eyes you. ‘What do you know about The Conquer?’ Aegon I. The first Targaryen king.

You tell him what you learned. ‘He was your ancestor. He had a big black dragon, he had two wives-‘ Aegon interrupts you.

He wiggles his brows and takes your hand in his. ‘Hm. Interesting, isn’t it? The idea of having multiple lovers?’ You suppose so. You never considered it. You knew it's common in the Targaryen bloodline and some others but you are not part of either.

‘she wants us to tell her brother. I can tell by her sweet begging eyes.' Aemond grins mockingly at you.

Aegon sighs a bit before telling you the plan. ‘We both want to have you.’ you feel your hands fiddle with your long braided hair.

‘Have me?’ you repeat, your voice a soft whisper.

Aemond nods. ‘Like a man has his wife.’

Your mouth runs dry as both Princes look at you, their attention and eyes focussed on you. ‘I can’t. father will kill me. he plans a good match for me. if they find out-‘ Or worse. You could be throw in jail.

‘You are not really defying us, your princes, are you, my lady?’ Aemond asks sweetly.

You shake your head quickly. Part of you knows that this is exciting. Part of you fights feelings for both a long time now. But this is not the way. You are maiden and you are supposed to remain so until you are married. ‘I am not, I am simply explaining to you that this is a terrible bad idea for everyone involved. What if someone gets jealous? Aemond didn’t already like that I tutored you, Aegon.’

Aegon takes your hand in his own. ‘That is the great thing about this: He will know exactly what will happen if I am fucking you, and I will know what happens when he is fucking you.’ will they...watch?

You feel your blush deepen.

Aemond chimes in. ‘You’ll be shared. Once Aegon is finished I will fuck you, and visa versa. Are the rules clear?’

You grimly grunt trying to hide your true feelings. Your excitement and your body betraying you every moment. ‘It sounds like I don’t have a say in this.’

‘You don’t. Your body is betraying you as we speak, my lady.’ Aegon smirks and you blush even brighter. Your breasts.

‘I-‘you Stutter.

Aemonds good eye rolls.

The human is gone. The warrior is back.

‘Shall we just show her? Perhaps she has trouble understanding. She does read books with pcitures, like you.’ he insults Aegon but he only has ears and eyes for you.

Softly, you back away. 'Show me? I don't need to be showed. I like to be on my way.' But your body betrays you indeed.

There is something dark in Aegon as well. You realise you are alone with them. ‘You’ll hold her down, I’ll show her?’ Aegon asks, his piercing eyes never leaving your body.

Aemond chuckles darkly.

‘Fine with me.’ he simply says and advances towards you. Your legs quickly back away from the prince, not sure if this all a big joke or a dream. Maybe both.

Aemond is quicker and pins you down against the floor. He chuckles. 'Got you. Now, I dont like running. But since you haven't accepted our agreement yet, I wont punish you for it.' He grabs you and takes you to his brother. You are hanging like a conquest over his shoulders.

'No! Put me down.' You demand your voice growing weaker and weaker.

'Please...' you softly beg.

'What do you think, Aegon? Shall I punish her for running?' Aemond asks a sick joyous sound in his voice.

Aegon returns his diabolic expression. 'I think that is due. But not now. Let's first show her a bit what our agreement entails.'

They leave you be on the ground assuming you wont run anymore. You are frozen. 'Good. Who will go first?' He asks.

Aegon takes a coin from his wallet. 'Dragon, I go. Coin, you go.' He flips it.

They flip a coin over you.

You pray it's a dragon. Aegon will be kind. Soft. Gentle. 'That's an obvious coin.'

Aemond turns on his heel. 'Come here, little girl.'

'Aegon help me.' You cry out and back away.

He catches up to you and pulls you against his chest. You smell his dragon on him and tremble when he softly opens the back of your dress. He unlaces your corset and takes off your gown. His brother watches. You sink to the floor the second his hands are of you.

You are confused. You liked it. But why. There was nothing in this for you. You are more than a common whore. A toy.

'Stand up for your princes.' Aegon demands.

You obey, shielding your naked breasts.

Aemond chuckles darkly in your ear. 'Unless you like to start of this agreement with a good spanking, drop your arms and show us.'

Aemond throws you on the table and smashes the books on the ground.

A soft moan comes from your mouth somewhere from deep within you. Aemond smiles against your lips before his hand travels up your thighs and start going somewhere you never were touched before.

‘No! S-stop-' the last thing you want is for them to notice another part of your body has been acting improper as well.

'Wet for me or for my brother? Or maybe both of us?' He grins in your ear when touching you. You never were touched there or anywhere else like that for that matter.

Aegon kisses you, sweetly, he tastes like wine when Aemond holds you down. 'Please, don't.' You beg but your voice leaves your body.

'Such a good girl. She is ready for the taking.' Aemond tells Aegon. 'She wont fight us. I think she wants to be part of our little agreement. She seems to like the way I fucked her with my hands.'

'Here is our agreement: You will be used by both of us when we want. You will be kept on Moontea to prevent little accidents happening and if you misbehave we will figure out a suiting punishment.'

'What will I get in return?' You wonder out loud. Both smirk at you before Aegon leans in and kisses you on the mouth. His tongue slips in and you let him curious to see where this will go. Aemond meanwhile strips you further of your dress. 'Will we toss a coin to see who gets her maidenhead?' Aegon asks, after kissing you like he would starve. You eye both uneasy.

Aemond shakes his head. 'I am too rough for a maiden. You'll take her. Show her the ropes and let her experience it and take it all in. I will fuck her spoils when she is done and nicely wet.'

[pheavampire]

THE RADIO IS BROKEN: PART 2

It’s still toxic and dark, but they talk more. And I still can’t believe I managed to draw a comic this complicated…!

…and sad? :v

Seriously, I’m so, SO proud of how it looks!

PS. I refuse to decide what exactly happened between parts 1 and 2. I’m leaving it to your interpretation.

PART 1

PART 3

PART 4

[mmhm-vids]

Title: Kill the Lights Fandom: Revolutionary Girl Utena Vidder: nanatamago Music: The Birthday Massacre - Kill the Lights Summary: from the vidder: "In the end, both the prince and the castle where eternity dwells are just illusions. I shall now reveal reality to you" A tribute to the endurance of Utena and Anthy's friendship, even when what they knew wasn't as it seemed. Warnings: canon typical implied rape; canon flashing lights and quick cuts

[irishk0rn]

tw: implied noncon//

be respectful in the comments.

“How long has it been?„

[cuppachar]

The Invalidated Silent Screams Of The Tormented by Cuppa_Char

Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV)  

Summary: When a blast from the past unsettles Jamie it leads to a very public meltdown.

Ch. 6

Jamie studies the older man’s face and sees no animosity or irritation. In fact, it’s the softest Jamie has ever seen Roy’s face, at least directed at him, as Jamie instantly knows. He wants to tell. He needs to tell. He needs to release it. Give it to someone else. Let them carry it for a while. He needs Roy.

[icypantherwrites]

New Fanfiction: Give and Take

Warning: rated M, rape/non-con, violence

Summary: They would never allow Lance, an outsider, to be with their princess, the men had sneered. He wasn’t worthy enough. And tonight they would make sure he absolutely never would be.

But things don’t quite go according to their plans. The only solution now to save themselves is to hide the evidence of their actions and kill Lance.

But that plan doesn’t quite go accordingly either. And Shiro is going to make sure it never does.

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Princess of Dragonstone, Chapter 2

Concept: Daella's is rhaenyras daugther and now aemonds prisoner. First fanfic and not edited very well.

Aemond and aegon levels are mild.

WARNINGS: Abuse, cursing, powerabuse, kidnapping, and implied non-con as well as references to r*pe.

He drags me outside. It finally stopped raining. 'So angry, Lady Strong. Is it because I killed your favourite bastard brother or is it because I hold your future in my hands?' He walks me to his dragon. Or drags me with him. He walks much faster then i do. He always does.

Finally, i spit in his face. Snapping. I've had enough of him. Aemond is furious and slaps me in return in my face. Its not the hardest slap I've had but I'll admit that it stings. 'Do that again, and I'll make sure you ever would dare to think insults of me. Am I clear, Lady Strong?' He places me in front of him, on the dragon.

'I never rode Vhagar with a extra rider. You should feel honered.' He says, sweetly. My eyes roll.

'I imagine you never rode anything except your dragon.' I coldy and childishly remark. Its a low insult but its all i have left.

He laughs. The fucker. He laughs. 'Tsk tsk. I hold your life in my hands, Lady Strong. Best keep that little bastard mouth of yours under control or else you will suffer the consequences.' I huff. I am not scared of him.

He gives Vhagar a command and the dragon slowly starts to prepare itself for flying. 'Now quiet, or I'll cutt out your tongue the way your bastard brothers took my eye.'

--- Kings landing isn't that far from Storm's end. Not when you have Vhagar. The biggest and grumpiest dragon of all. Aemond Targaryen is a terrible dragon rider. Or maybe its because i am laying upside down but i spend most of my time caughing and puking.

I can't bloody wait until i have soil under my feet again. Dyaxis is smaller than Vhagar in size but at least Dyaxis knows to calm it down. Aemond keeps pushing Vhagar for more and more and i need to remind him sometimes with a kick that he needs to slow it down or I'll end up as a very unhappy omelette.

When we finally reach the hell that is king's landing, i am grateful we fly too high to be seen. I don't want anyone seeing me this way, like a tapestry hanging over Aemond Targaryen's dragon.

Aemond lands gracefully in the dragon garden. He first gets off himself, so he can use a simple command to get vhagar to lie down. 'You really thought this trough, hmm?' I remark coldly from the giantic beast.

Aemond says something but i cant hear it. Vhagar simply refuses him. The dragon looks at the prince but refuses to bow. After a while, she huffs and finally plops down nearly causing me to fall off and to break my neck.

Aemond catches me before that happens, thank Gods. 'Put me down, Kinslayer.' I say the moment the beast has calmed down.

He groans annoyed with my priorities. Maybe I am also ruining some sort of twisted fantasy. 'I just saved your life.' We pass by Vhagars gigantic head. The Dragon left big eye follows me, very carefully. I feel very unsafe by her.

Aemond chuckles as he puts me down on the grass. 'She doesn't like you. I can tell when she despises people.' I eye quickly for a escape but i already know there is none. My hands are still tied. I need a knife to free myself.

She must be jealous. Don't worry Vhagar.' He says, in High Valyrian. He affectionately pets her and Vhagar makes a wailing sound. I can't believe this.

I roll my eyes at her dramatics. Aemond falls for it, of course. 'Just because i have a new object to ride doesn't mean we won't be seeing each other, yes? I still love you, very much. You know that. Now who's the best dragon-' she nuzzels him and he pets her on her head. He gets a lick in his face as well.

Thats when i interrupt. 'As much as I love to see that you finally found a friend, Aemond, Get the hell on with it. I'm cold and starving and i want to go home.' I say.

'Didn't your septa teach you that patience is a virtue?' He smirks.

'Didn't yours tell you that killing your own blood isnt a virtue?' I minic his ridiculous smile.

I walk with Aemond, leashed like his fucking dog, to the carriage. 'Mother has a fun saying about septas. Do you want to hear it?' Aemond looks at me, full of expectations. I wont make a show of my resist for him. I will go with dignity like a princess.

'Fuck the septa.' I say, grinning.

Aemond frowns. 'That's...Not funny at all, Lady Strong.'

'Yes it is. You just dont have humor.' Simple as that.

'I have plenty, this simply is a insult. Not a very good one, i might add.' Everything is an battle with him.

'Alright, Kinslayer let's just get on with it. I've spend enough time in your company.'

The Redkeep is still standing. But there is nothing red about it anymore. Its now Green. The headquarters of the greens.

The guards fetch me right away. 'Ser Deston. Ser Ferz. It's me, princess Daella.' Then, i can't really help it, i puke one final time.

They don't even try to help me.

Aemond looks on as i try to flee with every guard out there. They all look at me like I'm something disgusting.

Speaking of disgusting...Otto hightower is also present. 'Aemond. A word?' Just the sight of him makes me so angry.

He sounds upset. Angry. Furious with Aemond. 'Ooh, someone's in trouble.' I whisper to Aemond.

'One moment, Grandfather. I am not leaving with my pet unpunished.' He takes me by the arm and tries to show off how he controls me. He makes his hand flat and i already close my eyes.

Otto interrupts. 'She is not your pet, she will be our pawn. She will be traded. Let go of your childish feelings. I already have one raper as grandson. Don't insult me by making it two.'

Sir Criston looks on. 'Why am I not suprised? You never liked mother. She handed you everything. You were a nobody, a bastard born son.' I spat at him.

'Aemond does the same for you, if you suck his cock. Yet you aren't grateful either, are you?'

They drag me inside the red keep. Aemond does so, eagerly to show his family what he captured.

-- Aegon looks like he aged two decades during the few days he is sitting the throne. Criston forces me to kneel for the usurper. 'Princess Daella, your grace.'

'Well, well, well. Look what my brother dragged in. Some things never change do they?' The fuck is he talking about?

'We should treat the princess carefully. Rhaenyra might want to trade her claim for her.' Says former queen Alicent.

Her father disagrees. 'Would she really? She is just a daughter. Everyone knows Rhaenyra is more attached to her sons. If we had Jace or Luke-' Aemond subtly swallows.

I smirk at him. He has informed them proudly of his conquest. Of me. But he hasn't told them what he did to Lucerys. 'I have some news, that might buy me my freedom.' I announce. Before i can utter a word, Aemond covers my mouth.

'I killed Lucerys.' He shouts. His words echo through the chamber and the reactions of his family are priceless.

His mother clutches her necklace and starts praying. Haleana, the queen doesn't even seem to be here at all, and Otto curses him for being so blind despite only having lost one eye.

'This is a victory. Lucerys was a cunt. Now, tell me brother...'Aegon eyes are cold. 'You want her, brother?'

I hear my own heart beating fast. 'I do what you seem fit, my king.' Is Aemonds response. How chivalrous.

'I didn't ask that. Do you want the girl? Do you want to fuck her?' Aegon barks at his brother.

'Yes.' The word comes out slowly but possessively. Like he can already feel his hands on my skin and his tongue down my mouth.

He smiles at Aemond. 'For bringing me this dangerous traitor I'll reward you generously. She is yours, to with as you please. Her body, names, titels and holdings are yours, Aemond Targaryen.'

Otto nearly rips out his own hair. 'Aegon! Don't be stupid. She will be worth a lot if we trade her-' And just a minute ago i was worthless?

'Adress me like that again and I'll send you back to that pisshole you came from, Grandfather.' He takes another sip of his drink.

Aemond smiles coldly as i finally hit the walls. 'Thank you, for this generous gift my king.' To me he whispers something as well. 'You're mine now, Lady Strong.'

'One thing, Aemond.' He says before letting us leave.

'Yes, my king?'

Aegon looks at me and he is back to being the king. 'Neutralize her. Make sure she can't be used as a weapon against us.'

Aemond slowly smiles.'Of course, my king. I already have something thought out.'

Aegon mirrors his diabolical expression. 'I figured you would.'

[if-i-bothered-to-write-a-fanfic]

Battered Steal

She knows the exact moment when everything changed.

She was young, a girl merely of four and ten. She remembers anxiously picking at the skin of her fingers, tentatively speaking with her father after the unseemly death of the late queen. She was saddened for her dearest friend, and yet-

“I thought you might go to him, offer him comfort.”

Her father all but ordered her to remain by the king's side. 

She wasn’t naive, foolish as many would think, she was aware of what her father was demanding of her. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to deny him. With her heart heavy, nausea threatening to send her to her feet, she dressed herself in the image of her late mother and made her way to the king's chambers. 

Over time, she sensed the shift in the king’s attention. It went from pleasant, cordial company, to something more. At least, in the king’s eyes, it was more.

Alicent only ever felt constantly ill to her stomach. 

As the days passed, her father would offer further suggestions on what she should do to garner more of the king’s favor. To dress a certain way, to bring the king gifts, to continue offering the king a shoulder to lean on. 

It only made it easier that Rhaenyra was shunning him.

The king would often narrate his woes, about how he missed his dearest daughter, how lost he felt without his late wife and son. Only, for him then to state how beautiful she was, how kind, gentle, as radiant as the sun. A beauty liken to Aemma. 

And then, he started to slowly touch her more.

It started off with a gentle brush of the fingers, leaning more into her personal space. It then grew into lingering caresses, and even the occasional gentle kiss to her head or neck. The king was becoming more bold, building up to something that only brought the greatest dread to Alicent.

Then, despite it all, even she too was blindsided by the announcement.

“I have decided to take a new wife.” The king paused, staring at those of his council. “I intend to marry the lady Alicent Hightower, before spring's end.”

What hurt worse than her inevitable fate, was the look of despair and betrayal on her dearest friend's face. 

Things only spiraled for the worse from that moment on. Rhaenyra would not even look at her, immediately turning away whenever they would cross paths. Alicent tried to speak to her, apologize and explain to her the circumstances of her position. Yet, Rhaenyra wouldn’t hear a word of what she had to say, and Alicent, she couldn’t even fault her for the vitriol. 

It hurt, she never felt more lost and alone without having anyone she could truly lean on. 

Soon her wedding day came, the entire day Alicent never spoke a word besides pleasantries to honored guests. She was not happy, she never would be happy again. She was to wed a man more than twice her age, lay with him, and bear his children. 

Alicents heart stuttered, tears unknowingly filled her eyes as the reality of her circumstances hit her. She didn’t want this, she never wanted any of this. She mourned for the days her and Rhaenyra would sit in the Royal gardens, and read fantastical stories that her dearest friend would bring. She mourned the days when she was free.

“By the light of the seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity.”

Her fate was sealed. 

The king, her husband, bed her that same night. The first of many, all of which for her own sanity she forced herself to forget. She would let the man do as he wishes, and she would lose herself in her thoughts, memories, of times spent with Rhaenyra. Despite everything, Rhaenyra would always remain her greatest source of comfort as much as she was her greatest source of pain. 

Years eventually bleed into each other, and Alicent grew more into herself as a woman. She birthed three beautiful Targaryen children, and yet, she seemed to have only learned to grow to be frigid and bitter. Instead of love, Alicent only ever seemed to feel a cloying mixture of apathy, rage, and despair.  

She would never tell him, but as much as she loved her father, Otto, under the cover of night she wished him dead all the same. 

The relationship she once cherished, treasured with Rhaenyra, had been burned in dragon fire. They had jumped at each other's throats on too many occasions, speaking venom-laced words aimed to hurt, and they did. They irrevocably damaged the once seemingly unbreakable bond. Now, they’re little more than acquaintances holding poisoned daggers at each other's backs. 

Everyday they seemed to move themselves and those around them in a practiced dance, a strategic game of chess where the one who loses will fall to the hands of death. Alicent has learned this game with Otto, has played it with the king, she more than knew the consequences of failure. With Rhaenyra, she knew she could not allow any faults. Her life and the life of her children laid in precarious balance, and the venomous words of Otto breathing down her neck did not help.

Each day she seemed to spiral further into a blackened void she could not hope to escape from, both duty and faith at war with her mind and body as she fought for herself and the station of her children. Alicent, after all these years, still didn’t know how to interact with those she brought into the world. All she knew was fear and hatred. She despised her children because their conception was never consensual, but she couldn’t help but to love them because they were still of her. She did the only thing she could do, she kept her interactions with them to a minimum. She oversaw their studies, answered the questions they may have had, but she never truly tried to get to know them. 

Well, that was until she came to understand Aemond. 

She saw herself in her second-born son. He was a boy excluded from his siblings and Rhaenyra’s children, isolated in his own right. After the incident where he lost his eye, well, she couldn’t help but to compare when she lost something too. Aemond became her favorite of the three, the only one she truly bonded with as mother and son. 

She knew it wasn’t right, that there was something undoubtedly broken in her, all Alicent could do was to survive the fight for a throne she was never born to, and fight to have her first-born son rightfully seated upon it so she too can be free. 

When Viserys himself said unto his final breath that Aegon was the prince that was promised, she couldn’t help but to hear that as a confession to reinstate a male heir to the iron throne. It seemed perfect, everything that made her who she was, was finally coming to an end. She did her duty, Viserys was dead, no one but her son would be able to command her. 

Except-

“Rhaenyra has declared herself the rightful heir to the iron throne, crowning herself queen of the seven kingdoms.”

Alicent wished she knew the price of her desired freedom, for if she knew the ferocity of a battle between dragons, she might’ve done things differently. Maybe she wouldn’t have been a coward? Maybe she would’ve found that she too was as strong willed as any dragon? That she could have fought for herself? Prevented needless bloodshed by denying a marriage to a man she never loved? 

Watching as she lost every last one of her children, even her grandchildren-

She couldn’t help but to feel regret as she took her last breath, staring at the vacant walls that made up her tomb.