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Raptus Regaliter

A powerful friend helped me edit this. Fangs to her <3

Pairing: Zenos yae Galvus x f!Miqo'te WoL Reader

Synopsis: Alternate option for what happens after the cutscenes "The Time Between the Seconds" where you wind up in Imperial custody. Although a more accurate description would be: Zenos beats you up and then fucks you.

Warnings: explicit smut, violence, noncon, blood [lots of blood and violence]

Tags: size difference, choking, forced orgasm

Word Count: 13.1k

Notes: Look I know it's been a long time since I posted but please forgive me I'm giving you Zenos's massive cock as an apology.

There was nothing to make you profoundly regret every single one of your previous decisions like waking up bound, gagged, soaking wet, and with an unreasonably furious headache. Presumably—although you were a bit fuzzy on the details given the whole unconsciousness thing—the latter was from taking the hilt of a sword to the skull. Being wet had come from the bucket of cold water used to shock you awake before your march through what you could only assume was the Imperial-occupied Doma Castle.

“On your best behavior, savage,” the soldier holding your bound arm growled as he jerked you to an abrupt stop. His voice was twice muffled, once by his helmet and again by the sack pinning your ears flat against your head. In front of you, somebody opened another door.

Handcuffed, woozy, gagged, blind, and stripped of both your armor and your weapons, you had no idea what sort of misbehavior he expected. It was almost more than you could manage to stumble along as he pushed you forward. He released your elbow at the last second, letting you lurch forward and onto your knees. Instinct had your hands flying forward to catch yourself, but the only thing that did was cause the metal cuffs keeping them behind your back to tighten painfully. The smooth, cool marble floor hit hard. Red hot, aching pain radiated from the back of your head all the way down your spine and to your tail, chased upward by the jarring zing of falling onto your knees.

A rough hand on your shoulder jerked you upright and, with an unceremonious whip of canvas, the man pulled the sack off of your head. You squinted into the light, which was blessedly dim, waiting for your eyes to adjust to the sight of the two soldiers. They both wore full sets of armor, devaluing them into nothing more than faceless, nameless instruments of Garlemald. Why they had bothered with the bag in the first place was beyond you, it wasn’t as if you were familiar enough with this place to know your location from just a few halls. Scare tactic? Humiliation? As if being marched through the palace in nothing more than your underclothes wasn’t bad enough.

“Attempt to escape and your life is forfeit, savage,” the first soldier looming above you said, his hand threateningly resting on his sword.

“I’d like to see you try,” you said in response, although that’s not what came out around the mouthful of gag. Which was probably for the best. Despite the botched attempt at bravado, you didn’t really mean it. There was a chance you could take them and steal their weapons, but then you’d have to fight your way out of an Imperial infested stronghold without any clue of how to get out wearing nothing other than a tanktop and shorts.

Rather than respond, both soldiers gave a sharp Imperial salute, looking behind you.

Oh.

Knowing, and dreading, what you would find, you hobbled around to look behind yourself. The room wasn’t the torture dungeon you feared, but a lavish space with fine dark marble floor and ornate walls. Details were of little importance, your attention was focused only on the towering figure who stood at the far end with his back to you. Even though he wasn’t wearing his hulking Imperial armor, his size and long blond hair were too distinct for you to mistake him for anyone else.

Zenos. Seeing him triggered a rush of gut-twisting anxiety, fear, and helplessness. It overwrote your discomfort and fatigue entirely. Even shackled and disoriented, you clumsily struggled to get to your feet. Whether you meant to run or to fight, you didn’t know.

“On your knees, savage. You will show respect,” the soldier who had first spoken spat, forcing you back down with an elbow to the stomach and a heavy hand on your shoulder. You hit the floor for a second time with a muffled grunt, your body painfully tense. He cleared his throat, saluting again and raising his voice. “The prisoner, my lord.”

Zenos looked behind himself, giving you a flash of empty blue, before looking away. “Remove her shackles,” he ordered in a bored tone.

“Yes, my lord!”

The soldier behind you crouched down, pulling out a key. “Try anything,” he warned softly, “and you’ll regret it.”

You couldn’t see his face, but you could imagine the glare that accompanied the threat. And if it were just the two of them, you might have been formulating a plan of attack for the second you were freed. Surely you could take them. The real trouble stood at the other end of the room. So you swallowed your pride and nodded to show you understood. He unlocked the handcuffs, freeing your hands to pull the gag out of your mouth and toss it aside. Harsh red lines circled your wrists where the metal had cut deep indents into them.

“I will speak to the prisoner alone,” Zenos said, his back still turned. “See that we are not disturbed.”

With two more crisp salutes and cries of, “Yes, my lord,” the soldiers fled, sliding the door shut behind themselves.

As soon as the door was shut, you got to your feet. Zenos remained silent. Utterly motionless, his back to you. The casual dismissiveness was likely meant to flaunt his power, but you were glad for the chance to collect yourself in peace. He couldn’t see you wince as you straightened out and took stock of your body. Everything hurt, at least a little, but your head was the worst of it.

As the silence dragged on, you waited for Zenos to say something. He didn’t.

A fear tactic? A test?

Trying not to let it get to you, you focused on your surroundings. The room must have been for religious ceremonies at one point. You were pretty sure the far wall that Zenos was so distracted by, painted and decorated with symbols and iconography of the Doman kami, was a shrine. There were shelves for incense and to hang prayers, although that was all gone. Whatever furniture that might have once given the room comfort had also been removed, leaving it hollow and cold.

More importantly, the room lacked windows, leaving you unable to guess the time. It made you sick to think that you had been unconscious for very long. Your friends had to have been worried. Or, worse, they hadn’t gotten away. It was all so stupid. You shouldn’t have gone along with Yugiri in the first place, you should have done everything you could to stop her from the suicide mission. Your memories were cloudy and chaotic, but you recalled the fight, and Zenos’s missive, and the rescue. Everything would have been fine, but one of the Imperial soldiers had gone for Yugiri before Gosetsu got to her. You acted thoughtlessly, recklessly. All you got for your so-called heroism was the hilt of a sword to the head.

Smoothing your hands over your wet hair, and shaking out your ears, you considered how to play this.

Attacking was out. The room was empty, nothing for you to use as an improvised weapon. There was no way you would be able to win against Zenos in these conditions. Your captors had given you water when you woke up, but it had been at least twelve hours since you’d eaten and your only sleep had been from getting knocked out. It didn’t put you at a disadvantage entirely, but that was only if you were going against normal opponents. Running wasn’t much better. If Zenos had a mind to chase you, you knew firsthand how absurdly fast he could move.

That meant talking, didn’t it? Or trying to. If you were worth keeping alive and he requested you directly, that meant something. What had Zenos told you the night before? Whatever was meant by the time between the seconds was beyond you, but you understood his command to live. His odd display of sentiment seemed like leverage you could use, if only you knew how.

If only.

If Alphinaud were here, he would already have made his opening gambit to argue his way out of this. Estinien would be able to rely on his brute strength and talent to get out of here. Even Thancred would have already rattled off some sarcastic comment or joke to establish his confidence in a situation like this. You weren’t sure what you were meant to do, which approach suited you best. As the silence dragged on, however, you began to think that maybe saying nothing was worse.

“What magnificent creatures could have been given life by the prayers left at this altar, I wonder,” Zenos said, his voice quiet enough that you could barely hear him. “So much power, all wasted.” He sighed. Before you could respond, although you weren’t entirely sure he was talking to you, Zenos turned his head to address you directly. “I am disappointed in you.”

He turned in full, giving you a clear look at him without his helmet or the haze of rain.

So young. And with his long blond hair, kohl-lined baby blues, and angular features, Zenos possessed a disquieting sort of beauty, almost feminine in harsh contrast with his towering frame and the danger that rolled off of him in nearly tangible waves. While it was true that he was less bulky without the Imperial armor, the slightly more casual—assuming you could call a military coat worn on top of his shoulders like a cape with the sleeves hanging limp behind him casual—outfit only accentuated his figure. For several reasons, you weren’t sure that was a good thing.

“What?” you asked.

“I allowed you to go free, and yet you attacked like an ill-mannered dog the moment I turned my back, spitting upon the gift of my generosity,” he said. “Had you accepted the opportunity I so graciously offered, you would not be here.”

You opened your mouth to object before thinking better of it, clenching your fists to ground yourself so you could speak in a more measured tone. “I had no choice.”

Zenos didn’t visibly react to your answer, considering it with the same cool inscrutability. “You had a choice. You chose incorrectly. But if you are to be here regardless, I see no reason to deny my,” he paused, pulling in a breath through his teeth as he gave you a decidedly uncomfortable once over, “interest in you, hero.”

More aware than ever of your state of undress, nervous flutters battered the inside of your stomach, some intoxicating combination of fear and anticipation. Animal instinct told you to turn around and run no matter the cost, it screamed and scrambled in its panic to get away from him. Twice now he had beat you half to death, and that was while you were armed and rested. But there was another instinct that desperately longed to charge headfirst into the danger, to ease your discomfort through the traditional method. That is, with your fists.

“Did Yugiri… did everybody else escape?” you asked.

Zenos remained silent, his expression giving nothing away. His eyes were really blue. Soft, beautiful blue. And entirely, utterly empty.

Setting your shoulders, you forced yourself to hold eye contact, to prove that you weren’t afraid. “How long have I been here?”

More silence, broken only by the sound of Zenos’s footsteps as he began to approach you, walking in an arc rather than directly towards you. Circling like a wolf. All the while, his eyes didn’t waver. Even from across the room, he was physically imposing.

“Why did you summon me?” you pushed, a hint of desperation in your voice. Fear. You adjusted your stance in an attempt to orient yourself a little better. There really was no comfortable way to stand when you were so underdressed, no way to hide how vulnerable you felt.

He wasn’t going to answer. That wasn’t how this worked. Zenos yae Galvus wasn’t the type of man who was content to simply talk things out.

“You want information, right? About the rebellion,” you said, forcing yourself to sound strong. “Well it’s a waste of your time, I won’t tell you anything.”

At first, you thought he was going to ignore you again.

“There’s no need for that,” Zenos finally responded, taking another step. His expression remained completely impassive. It gave you the eerie sensation that, even without the helmet, he was still masked. “I do not concern myself with the petty antics of dead men. The savages of this desolate nation will continue to eat their own. I will not interfere unless she fails once more.”

You took a half step back, pursing your lips as you tried to glean some deeper understanding from his words. “So what do you want from me?” you asked.

“I mean to quit this wretched place. You will entertain me until my ship arrives.”

Your stomach flipped nervously, but you ignored the feeling, focusing on the far more pressing matter. “And after that?”

“I seek a greater prize elsewhere.”

That wasn’t what you asked, but that meant he intended to leave. Your ears perked up with the slightest bit of hope. “So you’ll let me go?”

That question sparked some emotion in Zenos’s empty eyes, they met yours with more focus. Curiosity, maybe. “I will not raise a hand to detain you any further, whether or not that means escape is your choice.”

“Swear it?”

Zenos didn’t respond, his gaze lowering until you realized it was following the nervous movements of your tail as it twitched back and forth. You froze, forcing it to straighten out with a bitter thought about every time you had been told to get better control over your ears and tail, how easily they betrayed your emotions. That wasn’t normally a problem.

“How surprising it was to learn that the hero of the savages would be one like you. More beast than woman. Even among the savages, yours is a lowly lot. Feral poachers, whores, and societal outcasts who lack discipline—nay, lack humanity.”

It took extra effort to keep your tail from flicking, but you held your shoulders up and your tail in place, refusing to be ruffled by his insult. Lots of people had echoed similar sentiments, unable to think that a runt Keeper could be any sort of hero. Besides, it was almost flattering that Zenos would bother knowing enough about Miqo’te to insult you in the first place.

Very, very flattering.

“People tell a lot of stories about your humanity too,” you said in what you hoped was a casual enough tone, even managing a smile. “Good thing we know better, right?”

Figuring out what he thought about your attempt to catch him off guard was impossible, Zenos’s expression didn’t change. It didn’t seem to anger him. So that was good. Or bad.

“Well then, my fellow beast, tell me,” he said, “why do you hold yourself back when we fight? I have been told of your exploits, of how you pitilessly slay your enemies without discrimination. And yet, I haven’t had the privilege to face the great warrior who has fought eikons and fell dragons. You are distracted. Reactive. Unfit for a proper fight. What will it take, I wonder, for you to bring your full might and mastery to bear?”

You frowned before catching yourself, trying to keep your expression composed. As if you didn’t already feel weak and impotent. Even most of your allies weren’t aware of the extent to which the business with the dragons had drained you. Your strength was coming back, but not nearly to where you were before. Every time you thought you were ready to really, truly rejoin the fray, you found yourself lacking. You wanted to think it didn’t bother you but right then, disarmed and weakened and having to crane your neck to look up at the tyrannical horror known as Zenos yae Galvus with the memory of your defeat painfully fresh, it bothered you a lot.

But you couldn’t let him know that.

“I can only conclude that I’ve yet to do enough to properly stoke the flames of your outrage,” Zenos said when you didn’t respond. “How fortuitous that your foolish aspirations and my duty conflict so spectacularly. I will steal from you those you wish to protect, raze the land you so pitifully try to defend, and extinguish the flame of rebellion you have lit for the misguided malcontents who think to defy Imperial rule.” With each promise, his voice raised from its calculated drawl with excited fervor. “Such is my mission—as per His Radiance’s wishes. Then, when you are ready to bring your all, you will come to me as a creature driven only by righteous vengeance and unadulterated fury.”

Zenos exhaled shakily, closing his eyes momentarily as if to calm himself. When they reopened, you were overcome with a fresh flood of icy cold dread. He didn’t look as crazy as his words indicated. There was a very measured sincere sanity to what he told you. That was more frightening than his cruelty, somehow.

“And if I refuse?” you asked. “I’m not the only one with a score to settle.”

“You are the only one who is worthy,” Zenos told you. “We stand at the precipice of a new era of power. Those who lack the resolve to ascend are but ants beneath my boot. You would feel the same—were you not bound by the manacles of duty.”

A prince lecturing you about the confining nature of duty. It would be funny if you weren’t so uncomfortable.

“But enough of this talk,” Zenos continued, his voice raising. “Entertain me. Show me the beast whose fury accomplished what so few else have, who bared her fangs when most would consider themselves beaten.”

“What?” you asked, taken aback by the sudden shift. Did he mean for you to attack him? “No, I don’t-” The fist buried in your stomach cut off whatever righteously indignant denial you intended, replacing it with a viscerally low grunt. Zenos held you in place by your shoulder, keeping you from flying away with the force of his attack. Keeping you curled around his arm, unable to even remember how to breathe, your entire body only existing in a state of breathless pain.

“Then I shall draw her out myself,” he said, his low words tinny and distant.

Zenos pulled his arm back, letting you crumple. You tried to stay on your knees, to maintain a shred of dignity, but you had barely hit the ground before you collapsed sideways. His heavy boot landed on your side, keeping you from getting up. Despite his already unreasonable height advantage over most people, his boots were heeled. Such a cruel, gratuitous choice struck you as almost tragically unfair. The edge of the heel dug into the soft flesh right above your hip, his foot long enough that his toe could put pressure on your ribs. Pressing down just enough to make you squirm, Zenos rocked you back and forth, forcing you to pay attention. If he stepped down with all of his weight, he would crush your insides into nothing more than a sticky mush. Wheezing in pain, you squinted up at him with streaming eyes. From here, he looked half eikon himself. A monstrously tall, malicious being of pure intent.

“I find torture to be tedious. There is, I allow, some artistry in it, but very little sport,” Zenos said. “To endure the mewling and whining of the weak and defeated is… grating.”

He kicked you, catching your ribs at a bad angle and sending you rolling away. The world exploded anew, condensed down to nothing more than the agony of where his boot struck. But you recognized, on some level, that he was holding back. He wasn’t trying to break you. More than that, you were durable. That attack might have grievously injured some people, but you were harder to break. Good at taking a beating, you knew that long before you ever took up a weapon, back when the bigger kids would break their hands hitting you before you would give up. Some people had a pretty singing voice or could paint nice pictures, you could survive all manner of fatal beatings.

Focus on breathing, you reminded yourself. In, and out. Focus on the rapid, thunderous beat of your heart, on the blood pumping through your veins.

Endure. You could endure this.

“However, I must acknowledge that it has its uses,” Zenos continued. “Pain is a tool, and one that serves me quite well on occasion. After all, it is unjust, is it not? To be subjected to pain and humiliation for no reason other than the pleasure of another—how easily it draws out the truest nature of man, stripping away the unimportant trivialities they cling to in favor of something worthwhile. Stimulating, even beautiful. But it is a delicate thing. Too much, and the prey loses their will to fight. Too little, and they feel no need to retaliate.”

Gritting your teeth, you got your arms beneath yourself. When he hit you, you’d accidentally bitten down on the soft flesh on the inside of your cheek. You had to spit out a mouthful of blood onto the pristine marble floor, coughing lightly to clear your lungs before wiping your mouth with a shaking hand. Holding back a grimace, you got to your knees, watching Zenos to ensure he didn’t rush you as you unsteadily stood up.

“I understand you are not inspired by selfish gain—such is the insipid conceit of the dutiful. But now I have seen your potential to rise above your mundane calling. Your facade has slipped, hero. Be it today or another, I mean to strip you of it entirely.”

His words rolled over you like water, a counter beat to the pounding of your heart, the roar of blood in your ears. You could feel the way energy coursed through your veins, easing all of your petty pains as you considered your next move. This wasn’t a fight. It wasn’t exactly torture either, the expression Zenos wore was too animated, his words shockingly friendly when compared to the way he had spoken to you previously. This meant something else to him.

Finally, you met his eyes, your stomach clenching unpleasantly at the sight. While you had been trying to sort out your thoughts, Zenos had been watching you intently. As predator, as appraiser, and opponent. What was he thinking when he stared at you so intently? You couldn’t even begin to guess. On the one hand, he seemed to be nothing more than a force of evil. On the other, you got the impression that the enjoyment he derived from this was pure.

“I am surprised you have stayed your hand thus far,” Zenos said. “Is it wisdom? Weakness?”

“Give me a sword and find out.”

Part of you expected anger, or annoyance. Instead, Zenos smiled. Although the expression mimicked the joy of any other person, his eyes narrowing and lips curling with amusement, it was wrong. Unsettling.

When he came at you, you were prepared, dodging to the side with the intention to get your back away from the wall. Zenos pivoted to cut you off, his white coat flaring like wings behind him. A hard kick to your shin sent you careening forward. Zenos grabbed you by a fistful of your loose hair, dragging you towards him as you fell. Gravity did the rest, driving his raised knee into your stomach.

Air burst out of your lungs like bellows, your body going limp. As if you were nothing more than a ragdoll, Zenos raised his leg higher to push you back upward. You saw his fist coming at the last second, reactively dodging and causing it to glance off of your cheekbone. In some ways, your lack of height was beneficial. The awkward angle of his punch pushed you further up, momentum sending you a few fulms back before collapsing onto your ass. Your tailbone connected hard with the floor, sharp pain zipping up your torso.

Without hesitation, you lurched onto your feet, no longer concerned with self preservation so much as answering the call of bucketfuls of energy dumping into your veins.

“A pitiful start,” Zenos remarked, his tone returning to that bored drawl.

He attacked again, moving way too fast for somebody so huge. Your dodge was messy, you stumbled over his outstretched foot and presented an easy opening for him to take advantage of. Your hip first, aligned as it was with his knee. Something cracked, you had no idea if it was the complaining of metal or bone. Then your chest, his forearm striking like an iron bar right beneath your collarbones. The coup de grâce was a hard punch directly to your kidney.

The world blurred and blackened as furious, blinding agony engulfed you entirely. Exquisite in its malice, pain was all that could possibly exist in that moment.

There was no thought when you were overcome so completely by your need to get away, driven by the primal instinct of an animal. Tanking another punch to the ribs, you grabbed his arm, the one he was holding you with, pulling at it like a bar. Zenos couldn’t shake you off fast enough, not before you could bite on the first available patch of vulnerability you could find. Right above where the leather of his glove ended and below the elbow. Gods bless his lack of armor, you could feel your sharp canines pierce the fabric of his shirt, digging right into his skin.

He swatted you away with a head turning backhand, sending you back until you slammed against the wall. At the very least, it kept you from falling again, giving you something to steady yourself against. Quickened by the fresh burst of energy gifted through pain, you quickly assessed your wounds. No broken bones. Probably no internal damage. Your face was the most distracting of the pain, his backhand had reduced the entire cheek to an unmanageable blaze of feverish skin.

Opening your streaming eyes and blinking your vision clear, you realized that your bite must have caught a vein in his arm, bringing along a spray of blood when he shook you off. Scarlet droplets stained the ornate white collar of his coat, soaking into the light colored fabric of your clothes. Even though you were unable to catch your breath and liable to collapse from the pain at any minute, you felt a pang of victory. When was the last time anybody had drawn his blood?

Zenos looked confused, almost. That passed quickly, his eyes focused on you with a predatory gleam. “Well, well.” He shrugged the coat from his shoulders without a thought given to how expensive the garment must have been. “More beast than woman indeed. Mayhap you should be muzzled.”

The stomp of his boot on the floor was all the warning you got, but you were able to spin out of his reach when he lunged at you, ducking beneath his sweeping fist.

“Better,” he remarked, following it up with a low swipe of his left arm and then a direct right. “But it won’t be enough.” Ignoring the taunt, you dodged his next cluster of attacks by a hair's breadth, the air tickling your sweaty skin. Zenos didn’t continue to rush you like you expected, straightening out and turning as you circled him.

He was baiting you into attacking. You knew that because, if you were the one with the upper hand, you would have done the same.

Realizing you weren’t going to take initiative, Zenos came at you again. This time, you were given no reprieve from his flurry of punches. Most of them were feints. Testing you? Teasing you? No. Tiring you out. You tried to step backward to catch your breath, but you didn’t move fast enough. He grabbed your arm before you were out of reach, wrenching you back towards him.

With a grotesque pop, your shoulder gave out. You ignored it, knowing the sort of sick trick he was about to pull, and forced yourself to orient to the change of momentum. Following it, you jumped. Your bare foot connected satisfyingly with his unarmored hip. Your other foot connected with his stomach, meeting the resistance of some type of protective shirt. You used that leverage to get away, twisting your arm out of his loosened grip. Pain lanced down that arm all the way down to your knuckles, the shoulder screaming in protest. As far as aerials went, it was horribly awkward in the limited space, and you barely managed to stick the landing. But it got you out of his reach.

“Clever girl,” Zenos praised you. He didn’t approach you again, merely watching you with that same disquieting smile. The lanterns on the far wall lit the gold of his hair into a halo, the rapturous depictions of kami rearing up behind him. “You enjoy this as much as I do.”

Panting and dizzy, you met his gaze, too immersed to feel shame. Unlike base predators that took eye contact as a sign of aggression, Zenos seemed to invite your attention. There was a sense of lucidity to him now, contrasting with your hazy thoughts. In your blurry emerald limbo, there existed only the absolute and physical. Pain and exertion and living and yourself and your opponent. The racing of your heart and the flow of blood through your veins, the taste of it in your throat and on your tongue.

“Oh yes,” he continued, his voice lowering. “That look in your eye belies the ideals you so fervently espouse.”

Either his tone or the words themselves—something about what Zenos said affected you in a way you would never admit in any realm outside of the fog of senseless frenzy. You could still taste his blood, feel the bruises he’d printed around your arm when he grabbed you. He was right in some ways. You wanted to fight him, to win. Not for any grand cause or because of the evil he had committed, but because you were compelled by the heat of the moment, by your own desire.

But you couldn’t. This was for his entertainment. His enjoyment. Zenos spoke as if there was some deeper meaning to this, but that was all talk. Words to lend virtue to violence.

You knew all about that.

Instinct kept you from breaking stance when Zenos rushed you again. Feet apart, knees bent, ready to move, to dodge. That was all you could do. Avoid his attacks until you couldn’t anymore. There was no running, no fighting. With its shoulder out of place, your left arm was borderline useless.

And it worked, for a time. Zenos attacked and you dodged, the two of you were practically dancing together. And it was, in a way, invigorating. You saw the same feeling on his face.

The moment of perfect invulnerability ended too soon. You misjudged where his fist was aimed and overcorrected, giving him an opening to clip the back of your heel with the hard edge of his boot. The tendon gave out and, yelping, you toppled forward. Rather than letting you fall where you were, Zenos grabbed you by the back of the neck.

“Caught you,” he teased. You struggled violently, freeing yourself and whirling around to hit him with your uninjured arm, moving right into place for his other fist to connect with your face. Blood exploded from your nose. You didn’t even feel it at first, just the overwhelming sense of disbelieving shock.

Grabbing your arm, Zenos tossed you into the center of the room, throwing you around like you were nothing. To him, you probably were.

You fell with a soundless, breathless cry, rolling to try and mitigate further damage before coming to a stop, dizzy and aching. All you could taste was blood, it was still gushing from your nose, painting the front of your sweaty undershirt in bright red.

“Again,” Zenos demanded, excited.

Panting hard, you tried to get to your feet, watching him with watering eyes. But the tendon he’d kicked gave out, pain incapacitating that entire leg when you put pressure on it.

“Is that it?” he mocked. With loud footsteps, he approached you slowly, as if to give you time to escape, but it was setting in finally that you were helpless. In every sense.

Yellow light had warmed the greens and reds of the room into a sort of unreality, your tear-glazed vision fading on the edges and sharpening in the center, your entire existence heightening to a pinpoint of the moment. Fear cast a dark shadow, but the absurdity and oversaturation of dramatics gave you a measure of recklessness, a retreat from your fear and anger.

“On your feet, hero.”

“Why?” you asked, your voice muffled by your bloody nose. It didn’t feel broken, at least. Zenos wasn’t trying to seriously hurt you, this was all just a game. A diversion. Biting your tongue to keep from making any noise, you took the opportunity to push your shoulder back into place. Nausea flooded through your stomach at the pain, but you choked it down. You would be fine.

“Why indeed,” he said softly. “You enjoy this too, do you not?”

You breathed out shakily, blood running into your mouth. The mental barrier that accounted for things like safety and morality was all but disintegrated by adrenaline and exhaustion.

“So stand,” Zenos insisted, his voice threateningly soft. He spoke so low, you could practically feel his voice. “Now.”

It didn’t matter one way or the other. Every choice he had offered was a falsehood, a chance for him to observe your reaction. Zenos wasn’t playing the role of predator or prey, he was taking on the role of ethologist. He wanted you to react, to struggle and fight and feed into his lust for violence.

“No,” you said, looking up at him with your jaw set in place. It wasn’t exactly the strong rejection you were aiming for, stuffed up by the blood that was finally slowing down. Everything was painted with the stuff, soon to become sticky and rusty. All the same, you felt a rush of pleasure at saying it, at denying him something he explicitly asked for. “Do what you will, I-I don’t care. You’re not the first and you won’t be the last, so wha-whatever you expect to get from this… It’s pointless. Compared to what I’ve faced… the horrors in this world… you’re… you’re insignificant.”

Zenos’s eyes narrowed and you met them with a raised chin. Part of that was because of the bloody nose, but most of it was out of stubborn defiance. The idea that you had gotten under his skin, even a little, filled you with hot satisfaction, almost enough to cancel out the pain.

And you expected retribution, maybe a part of you hoped for it. But instead of stooping down or kicking you or anything else that you expected, his arm swept forward so he could grab a handful of your loose hair, dragging you back up onto your knees. It hurt, of course it hurt, but the pain shot down right down your spine, and your verbal response, what should have been a cry of pain, was a loud moan.

Zenos froze. You did too, not even trying to escape the hand threaded into your hair. The silence physically pressed into you, broken only by your harsh breathing as you waited for him to say something. Part of you hoped he hadn’t heard it, or that he’d misinterpret the sound. It wasn’t your fault, it was a mixture of everything and you couldn’t help it, it had nothing to do with him, of course it didn’t. Just that the intensity and the helplessness and the way reality had dulled while your senses sharpened so acutely had worn away at your reasonable, rational mind, passion becoming indistinguishable.

Excuses. The frailty of youthful weakness had warped you, playing adventurer hero now didn’t change anything.

“Is this why you behave with such insolence?” Zenos asked softly.

A new type of fear and humiliation gripped your insides, keeping you silent. Instead, you thought to pry at his hand, trying to make him let go. But another sharp tug made you whimper, and you stopped.

“How very… unexpected.” Zenos dropped your hair and you immediately tried to escape, your sweaty, bloody palms slapping on the stone floor as you tried to lurch onto your feet.

What you didn’t expect, really truly genuinely didn’t expect, was to feel his hand close around your neck before you could make it even a step past him, pushing you until you hit the wall and up. Up until your feet were off the ground, up until your panicked eyes could directly meet his, up until he could stand close enough that you felt the heat of his body. Paint scratched your bare shoulders, reminding you of where you were: crushed helplessly between a shrine for somebody else’s gods and the man who would see them all destroyed.

Mad with panic, you grabbed onto his arm to keep from suffocating entirely, bracing yourself between him and the wall to relieve some of the pressure on your throat, your feet—raised at least two fulms off of the floor—kicking ineffectually. They would have an easier time knocking a hole in the wall than managing to hurt Zenos in any meaningful way. You lashed out with your free hand as well, hitting his chest, his arm. When you tried to claw at his exposed face, Zenos just raised his chin to keep it out of your limited reach. When you went for his hair, his hand tightened enough that the world blinked dark, his other hand pressing against your sore hip. Before you could pass out, he let up slightly. You choked, gasping, twitching pitifully.

“Is this all it takes to incapacitate you, hero?” Zenos mocked. “You have faced worse, have you not?”

Already the world seemed to be closing in, getting darker. You had wasted too much energy panicking. Although even if you hadn’t, you probably would have had an easier time moving mountains than prying Zenos’s hand from your neck.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering and eyes burning into yours. “How pathetic.”

Your reaction to the insult, the one you did your utmost to hide from him, must have come through in some capacity. And he had to have been watching and waiting for it, because Zenos’s smile deepened to a truly devious expression.

“I should have known that you would have… unnatural tastes.”

Your face screwed up in disgust and you tried, with waning strength, to pry his fingers off of your neck. It was pointless. His body was blazing heat and impossibly solid, his face close enough that you could see the color in his cheeks, the inky dark brush of his eyelashes over sweet baby blue each time he blinked.

Even that, your entire world, slowly darkened, all of your pitiful choking noises cutting off.

“Don’t swoon,” he said irritably, like it was your own fault. But he did step forward so you could hold onto him. Pride demanded you refuse the offer, but survival won out. You clung to Zenos, easing the pressure off of your neck. The cruelty wasn’t lost on you, even in your frazzled state. He did nothing to help support you other than the hand around your neck. It forced you into dependency, your bare thighs chafing uncomfortably against his armored waist and your arms clinging to his broad shoulders, but it was still better than passing out.

Zenos watched with empty eyes while you, once again, tried to catch your breath. It was difficult, you were overly aware of the weight of his gaze. And the position wasn’t intimate in any sane way. It would be as easy as breathing for him to snap your neck, and you doubted anybody would label the look he gave you as lustful, but your body reacted to his proximity all the same. Not as a combatant, but as a woman. The hot, confused, nervous weight of being so near him scared you more than any threat of violence. It was a sickening sensation, blurring the pain with the onslaught of energy that had kept you going thus far. And it wasn’t your fault. Your passions so rarely had the opportunity to get twisted in this way when you were fighting monsters and eikons and crazy old men. Monsters had no right to be attractive, your brain lacked the wisdom to filter danger from lust, or violence from passion.

“Put me down,” you demanded, your voice hoarse.

“I am not loath to indulge you in such a way,” Zenos said, speaking as if he hadn’t heard you. “While you are too small for my taste, you are not entirely without appeal. You will not be easily broken either.”

You shook your head in panic, your stomach twisting into knots. Even as you choked on the smell and taste of blood, you could smell him too. It must have been his hair, amber clove and vanilla. “I-I don’t know what you think you’re-”

“And to claim the hero of the savages for myself,” he continued, cutting you off with amusement breaking through his tone. “It is not an unpleasant thought.

“No,” you told him emphatically, injecting every bit of strength and acid you could into the word.

“No?” Zenos repeated in a deadly soft voice, his head tilting as he considered your rejection. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking. “Did you not grant me permission to do as I wished?”

You gasped harshly when his hand dropped between your legs, almost glad for the way his other hand restricted your ability to make any louder noise as his fingers pressed right between your thighs. Everything, even breathing, hurt your battered and exhausted body—assuming you could get a proper breath with his grip cutting off your airway—but that pain only made things worse, made you more sensitized. With nothing more than the thin pair of shorts and even thinner panties, you knew he could feel the heat.

“If this is, as you say, insignificant, why should you reject me?” Zenos asked.

The use of your own words against you was like a slap in the face. They had been spoken in a moment of contrary bravado, but you realized now how stupid they had been.

“Stop it,” you demanded in a crushed voice, fixing him with what you hoped was a properly angry glare. When you squirmed to escape, all it did was grind you against his hand.

“Have you shared your body with another before?” His fingers curled, pressing a little harder against your clothed pussy. By the Twelve, his hand was nearly double the size of yours.

“Stop!”

Without any other warning, Zenos pulled his hand away so he could shove it past the waistband of your shorts and panties. They weren’t meant to stretch that much, the fabric complaining against the stress. But you weren’t as concerned with that as you were with the shock of one of his fingers dipping inward, slipping between your outer lips. His calloused fingertip searched for a moment, drawn inward by smooth, slick flesh to your entrance. You hissed sharply, your thighs clenching around his waist.

“As I thought. You’re dripping for me, my beast.” While passion burned in his low voice, Zenos didn’t look pleased with the revelation. You couldn’t tell what he felt, or thought, only that you didn’t like it. “For the pain I’ve given you, the thrilling rush of violence we’ve enjoyed together. In this, we are of the same mind.”

“We’re not!” you insisted breathlessly. To punctuate the rejection, your body bucked clumsily, a desperate bid to displace his hand, senseless panic about what was happening well and truly setting in. It was predictably ineffectual. Without any other options, you pushed against his shoulders to move further up the wall, to get away from his touch. His hand just followed you, that finger drawing forward to press against your clit. A shiver ran through your body, fizzling out in your head. “Ss-stop this. You’re-you’re disgusting.”

“Finally!” Zenos exclaimed, his voice raising with manic glee. “That is the look I crave. I wonder, hero, will you hate me for exposing your true nature, or will you finally admit to what you are?”

Not waiting for an answer, he pulled his hand away so he could push your shorts and underwear down. The fabric strained loudly, painfully taut between your thighs and stopped by the obstruction of his body. But it was enough to make space for his hand. You tried to fight him, pulling at his arm desperately, but your attempts were pointless, Zenos just squeezed your throat a little tighter. Not enough to cut off your air completely, but enough to make you gasp and wheeze, enough to make you unable to anything as he pressed two fingers against the fluttering muscles of your entrance. You glared at him through squinted, teary eyes, giving up on the hand around your neck to pry at the one between your legs.

Zenos smiled. “Hate, then. Very well.”

With that, he drove two fingers into your pussy. They were big, and two was more than you could have been prepared for. But you were wet, and even if it hurt, he was easily able to work them in deep, his callouses scraping against your sensitive inner walls. You choked, a pained hiss leaving from between your teeth.

“Not a virgin then,” he said. “A pity. ”

When Zenos pulled his fingers out, you could feel the way your cunt worked around them as if trying to suck him back in despite the discomfort. Your hips twitched forward in a suggestive way. A little sound left your mouth when his fingers curled slightly, a sound that you didn’t want to think was pleasure but certainly wasn’t pain or discomfort.

“Mm. Consider yourself lucky, beast. I don’t often waste my time pandering to the whims of others, but I want you to remember this well. Your lust, your fear, your pain, your rage—I will have it all. I will take from you what no one else has.”

You shook your head, but, all too easily, your body turned against you. He thrust his fingers back in with a sloppy sound and you choked out a moan, your pussy squeezing his fingers as they pulled out.

Sickened by your response, by his words, you lashed out again. Zenos wasn’t expecting it this time, and you caught his cheek with your nails. Four shallow red lines marked his flawless ivory cheekbone, cut short when he used his grip on your neck to pull you forward and slam you hard against the wall, painfully knocking your head against it as he began to fingerfuck you in earnest.

Something cracked upon impact and, in the dizzy lurch of agony sweeping red hot behind your eyes, you thought for sure that you had just broken your skull.

But even the pain wasn’t enough of a distraction to let you ignore the fingers buried deep in your cunt. Zenos was cruel, pushing them deep enough that you could feel the leather of his fingerless glove each time. A helpless, nearly inaudible noise left your mouth.

Zenos exhaled sharply through his nose, although that was the only indication you got that he was affected by any of this. Rougher now, while you were still trying to get over the agonizing throbbing starting at the back of your head and working all the way down your body. Already he was setting a too-fast pace that had you rocking up and down against the wall, held in place by his hand and the grip you had on his shoulders. When you braved to look at him through wet eyelashes, the emptiness of his eyes struck you anew. Excitement, sure. Maybe even a sort of hunger. But not enjoyment or engagement. Not ‘need’ in the lustful sense.

“There is something… curious about lust born not of desire, but of violence. How similar the two can be, yet how different,” Zenos mused, unconcerned with the turmoil in your head, unconcerned with the act itself. You gasped and jerked and twitched with every thrust, but he wasn’t affected.

If murdering innocents wasn’t enough to get his heart rate up, chokeslamming you to the wall and fingerfucking you wasn’t likely to either. That bitter thought didn’t do much to curb your body’s reaction. Every pass was better than the last, his long fingers scratching an itch within you that you simply couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried. His other hand squeezed your windpipe ever so slightly at random intervals, keeping you from being able to breathe, to form a coherent thought. It kept you sensitized, entreated by each intoxicating rush of oxygen.

“I myself am not immune to its effects, but… that is agreeable to you, beast, is it not?”

There wasn’t much within you left to focus on Zenos’s words. All you could think was that you were going to come if he didn’t stop. He kept curling his fingers as he pulled them out, dragging his calloused fingertips—intentionally or not—against your g-spot. Not to mention how deep he could go. It was literal fingerfucking. You knew you were dripping past his knuckles and probably onto the leather of his glove. There was no resistance against his fingers, nothing to keep him from being rough, to twist and scissor them in a way that made your legs kick and back arch.

Foul. It was all foul, and Zenos enjoyed watching your conflict. If not with lust, then with great interest. You squeezed your eyes shut, turning your face as far from him as you could given the hand around your throat. You wouldn’t come. You didn’t enjoy this.

“Ah, ah, ah. Eyes on me, beast,” Zenos said, his hand squeezing your throat and fingers thrusting into you sharply, mercilessly adding a third. It made you squeal, a sound you couldn’t remember having made before. “Are you listening, hero? I will not repeat myself. You will look me in the eye while you come on my hand.”

You meant to object, but all you got out was a whine. The sound was choked and pathetic and obscene, adding to the obscene, sloppy noises created by each thrust of his fingers. Nobody would believe you were unwilling, not when you were so wet, not when your pussy clamped down around his fingers at the dark threat, and not when you were squirming like a woman possessed. Air had become a privilege and all you could taste was blood and you were sore in a dozen different places and none of that mattered.

Soundlessly begging with bloody lips, you did what Zenos said and met his eyes, feeling the inevitable twist and blaze of pleasure in your core as your body tightened. It looked like he knew, his eyes widening in excitement and body crushing you to the wall a little harder, his fingers setting a faster pace. Most men wouldn’t be able to maintain such a savage pace. Then again, you doubted most women would be able to find pleasure in such brutality. It was violent and painful and miserably cruel and every time his fingers moved you saw stars.

“Come now, beast. I don’t have all day.”

Zenos’s voice was low, intimate. You felt it more than you heard it, the sound going right to your pussy. That was all it took. Burning with self hatred and disgust and a bestial sort of lust that bordered delirium, you shuddered apart, pleasure rolling through you and easing every ache, every discomfort, even dread was dulled by the overwhelming sensation. Cruel eyes watched you get off to his abuse, you met Zenos’s gaze as you relented to the pleasure of his violence. Blue, cool and empty and absolute, ravaged your mind.

All too quickly, it was over, and you were back in the miserable heat and disgust of the situation. Trembling and feeling the creeping nausea return, you told him to stop in a broken voice, wincing as your body began to painfully reject the overstimulation. Zenos did, and you almost didn’t like that either because when he pulled his fingers out of you, he did so slowly, ensuring you could feel it, that he could see the way you shivered at the overstimulation when he brushed past your g-spot.

“Look at me,” Zenos demanded. You hadn’t been aware you had closed your eyes but you opened them quickly, glaring at the man as intently as you could. And Zenos had the gall to laugh, genuine delight dancing in his eyes. “A stirring sight, to be sure.”

You spat blood.

The glob of red saliva missed from how quickly he moved, hitting his shirt instead. Zenos dropped you with visible disgust, stepping back so you could fall to the floor. You didn’t feel the pain, although it must have been quite jarring. Like a panicking animal, you scrambled around his legs, desperate to get away.

“It is too late for that,” Zenos said, stopping your escape by stepping on your leg. It forced your hips flat on the cool floor, the rest of your body following suit.

“Stop!”

Zenos ignored you, removing his boot as he crouched down behind you only to replace it with a knee settled heavily on the back of your leg, the metal edge of his armor pressing painfully into the soft flesh. He made quick work getting rid of the scrap remains of your underwear and shorts, tossing them aside and leaving no room for interpretation as to what was about to happen. Although the noticeable bulge made that point well enough.

“Here now, beast,” he teased, his voice warm with amusement. “Heel.”

“Gah-no,” you cried, ignoring the pain and lashing out, desperate to get out from under him. “Let me go!”

Rather than argue, Zenos grabbed one of your ears. Instinctually, your body went stiff to spare itself. In combat, you kept your sensitive, delicate ears protected, but now they were completely exposed. Afraid of what he might do, you didn’t resist as he pulled you back, forcing you to sit upright on your knees.

“I understand the deformities of the beast savages are prone to exceptional sensitivity,” he said, pinching the delicate tip of your ear between his fingers to feel the fur. “Is that true?”

You grit your teeth, fresh tears forming in your eyes. “Let me g-” Zenos cut you off, taking advantage of your open mouth to shove his fingers past your lips. They were the ones that had been inside of you, that had made you come. Your mouth filled with the salty, heady flavor. It mixed unpleasantly with the tangy taste of blood. Using his fingers like a hook on the inside of your cheek, Zenos turned your head sideways to make you look at him.

His eyebrow quirked expectantly. “Clean up your mess.”

Oh.

Embarrassment welled up in your chest and part of you wanted to bite him, but Zenos pulled on your ear again. Of the two horrors, you picked the lesser and obediently closed your lips around his fingers, sucking them clean. You had no idea how much of it was about sexual gratification. When he pushed them deeper and made you choke, he just looked amused. Curious about your reaction, maybe. The amount of dispassionate control he had over the situation when you could barely think right was terrifying.

When Zenos decided you had done enough, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a deluge of bloody saliva, wiping them off on your sweaty tank top.

You might have felt relief when he released your ear, but it was followed by the suggestive clink of metal as he undid his belt, leather sliding against itself, and you tensed up, your breathing picking up speed. Between the panic and blood and choking and hyperventilation, you felt as if you hadn't gotten a full breath in hours.

“You can’t do this,” you said, putting as much steel into your voice as possible. It trembled along with the rest of your body.

Zenos didn’t bother responding. His belt dropped to the floor. You didn’t want to look back as you heard fabric being pushed aside, but you couldn’t help the impulse, twisting around to get a glimpse of him over your shoulder. Very little of Zenos’s body was revealed, only what was necessary. The bottom of a well muscled abdomen, a trail of blond hair, and his dick, the flushed head bobbing as he stroked himself fully hard. Zenos touched himself in a way that seemed to purposefully flaunt his body. As indifferent as he acted, the man was obviously vain. That wasn’t much of a concern right then. In his own hand, his cock was proportional, but considering you had felt those fingers inside of you already, proportional was synonymous with no way this was going to work.

“Take pride in inspiring my lust,” he told you with the faintest trace of a smile. “It’s not often that I feel compelled to satiate my base urges for any reason other than convenience. But this… I shall enjoy this.”

You jerked forward in an attempt to dislodge your leg, your sweaty palms slapping against the marble floor as you dragged yourself forward. Zenos calmly grabbed you by the tail to force you back into place. For the first time, he made you scream, the unexpected pain and shock zipping all the way up your spine to your pounding head.

“Stop!” you demanded, attempting to twist around only to be knocked down to your elbows when he released your tail in favor of getting his hands around your hips to pull you into place. He seemed utterly unconcerned with you, preoccupied with your body instead.

The time for playing had, at long last, ended.

“Spread your legs,” Zenos ordered, unnervingly dispassionate.

You didn’t, not even sure if you could will your body to expose itself like that.

Zenos wordlessly grabbed your tail again, using it to lift your back into a painful arch. Even with your thighs clamped together, the position forcibly exposed your bare ass and pussy to his eyes. The only way to hide would be to risk breaking your tail. He didn’t give you time to decide which was worse, his flat palm landing against your ass with a horribly loud smack. The slap was hard enough to make you yelp, hard enough to send your body lurching forward. Zenos patiently pulled you back into place by the tail, shooting fresh scores of pain up your spine. Red hot fire spread across your skin, you’d probably have a hand-shaped imprint there. The pain, however, was minor in comparison to the shock of being spanked. Like you were a disobedient child. And your body, the traitor, shuddered with the pain and humiliation.

“Ah—ff-fine,” you said, spreading your legs before he could hit you again, squeezing your eyes shut against the embarrassment. Wordlessly, Zenos’s fingertips lightly traced over the hand-shaped mark, almost gentle. And then he spanked you again. Harder, a little lower than the first, targeting the very top of your thigh as well. Your shout was hoarse and choked. And still, he said nothing.

Maintaining a firm hold on your tail to keep your back arched as high as possible, Zenos pushed his cock between your folds. You were so wet that it slipped, bumping against your clit in a way that made you shiver. With the same calculated patience, he pulled back and aligned the thick head with your entrance, pressing into you. There was some give, but even though he had prepared you with his thick fingers, this was different. Your body acted instinctively to protect itself, you couldn’t help it.

“Zenos, st—ah-” Your words cut off with a girlish yelp as he finally forced the head of his cock past the flinching muscles of your entrance. Your pussy clamped down hard around him, trying to keep him out, but that had the opposite effect. Given Zenos’s silent stoicism so far, hearing his little groan made the hairs on the back of your sweaty neck stand on end. It was wrong.

“Can you not feel how your body begs—nay, weeps for mine, beast?” he asked with muted fervor, exchanging your tail for a handful of your loose hair.

“N-nn-oh, stop,” you choked out, your hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth floor.

“No,” he said. The single, inflectionless word was worse than almost anything else he could have said, damning in its simplicity. There was nothing you could do to stop this. It was going to happen. Zenos let go of your hair and lifted you by the hips to mitigate the size discrepancy, it pushed him a little deeper, aided by how wet you were.

“Ss-stop!” you demanded again, your voice raised in panic when he kept pushing. Beyond the initial stretch, there was resistance. No matter how wet you were, you didn’t want this. That didn’t so much as give him pause. Zenos sighed, twisting your hips to ease his way. You drew up painfully tense, your breathing harsh and fast. The tension made it worse, made the uncomfortable stretch that much more obvious. “Stopstopstop—” you practically chanted, but there was nothing you could do, Zenos had complete control over the position. Over you.

“Does it hurt?” he asked mockingly, curling down over you. “Do you ache?”

A broken sound left your mouth, something like a sob. “Too much,” you got out through gritted teeth. “It won’t fit.”

“‘Tis your own fault,” Zenos said. “Mayhap if you weren’t such a runtish creature…” The disdain in his voice was utterly uncalled for. It wasn’t your size that was the problem, he was too much for anybody to reasonably take.

Without warning, he swept you up by the backs of your thighs, folding you against himself as he sat back. Gravity dragged you down further onto his cock, and a few upward thrusts of his hips did the rest. You were unable to do anything other than take it, the position left you without any room to struggle. The natural resistance of your body, the simple matter of size, only delayed the inevitable. With a terrible ripping sensation and a final few hard, shallow thrusts, you were fully seated on his cock. There was no relief or distraction you could find. There was nothing other than the pinching, pounding, splitting ache of being too full. The problem wasn’t just the length, his cock was too thick, greedily forcing your body to accommodate his own.

Zenos sighed in satisfaction. Above you, behind you, inside of you, all around you.

“There,” he said, the singular, satisfied word rumbling against your back. His armor scraped roughly against your bare shoulders, but even without it there would be no intimacy to this position. Now that you had sunk down his cock, your head didn’t so much as make it up to his chin. You may as well have been nothing more than a doll in comparison.

Unconcerned with your panting, trembling, pained reaction, Zenos leisurely rolled his hips. You could have sworn you felt his cock twitch inside of you. You wondered if he could feel your heartbeat like you could, pulsing against him. So deep, selfishly, cruelly deep. You whimpered despite your best attempts to stay silent when he rolled his hips again. It was, in a way, almost nice of him to be giving you a moment to adjust. You would have expected Zenos to fuck you violently, vicious and bloody. But he seemed content to take his time. It was hard to imagine it was for your sake, but he wasn’t reacting like it was for his own either.

Your breath caught when he began pulling out. It was what you wanted, but it still hurt, forcing you to feel the way your pussy unconsciously squeezed around him, your agonizingly raw walls fluttering in pain. Desperate to escape the splitting pain before he could fill you again, your body bunched up in an attempt to get away, but Zenos easily held you in place, his hips slamming upward. You wailed, thrashing helplessly against his hold.

“Quiet now, beast,” he warned in a low voice, “lest you wish for all to know how readily you take my cock.”

That dark threat kept you from making too loud of a noise in response to the next too-hard thrust, just a whimpery grunt from the strain it put on your body. The only benefit was that he couldn’t force you down all the way onto his cock each time in this position. A small mercy, considering how uncomfortably full you were anyway.

But you knew what would happen.

It didn’t stop aching, but you were more than aware that your body was easing into it. Submitting to him. Squeezing his cock, providing a fresh wave of lubrication, your hips tilting forward to match his. Rough sex wasn’t new to you, the only thing that set Zenos apart was his size. And the glaring fact that you didn’t want this. But, in any other circumstance, the manhandling and raw strength he casually displayed was something you liked. Even if your cognitive mind chanted that you didn’t want this, your body was stupid. It got confused about getting punched in the face, let alone being fucked.

“Ah, I knew you would come around,” Zenos said, a smile in his voice. Holding your legs with his arms allowed one of his hands to sneak down, dropping to feel where your pussy was stretching around him. The stimulation made you shudder, your hips bucking forward.

“Don’t,” you hissed, tensing up all over again. But Zenos didn’t seem to be listening, groaning at the way his touch made your pussy squeeze him, the rush of fresh arousal it brought to smooth his way. “Stop!” you whined, trying to writhe away from him.

He ignored you, his rough fingers continuing to tease you, making you squirm and jerk and tighten around his cock again.

“From now on,” Zenos said softly, “every time you allow another man to fuck you, I will be the one you think of. Be it with lust, hate, despair—your body will crave mine.”

Even if they were nothing more than hot air and overconfidence, his words made you moan. You wanted to be brave, to say something to shut him down like you had before, to insist that this didn’t feel good. It was so frustratingly unfair, so evil. Physical pain had never been able to weaken you into giving up, but a taste of pleasure could?

His fingers trailed up further. When they found your neglected clit, you choked, your body jerking against his hold. Zenos rewarded your reaction with a hard thrust and, for the first time, the sound you let out was without the slightest hint of pain, an open obscenity of pleasure.

Zenos groaned in turn, holding you tighter, his thrusts becoming more focused. The way he touched your clit was excessively good. Considering how much pain he had caused, it should have been impossible to think you could come from this. But you already had. And, in the absence of the adrenaline that had kept you alert while he was beating you up, there was a hollow within you. Hollow morals, hollow self preservation. Pleasure so easily filled the gaps in your empty mind, coiling up hot and tense inside of you with each thrust.

So full, so deep. Every time his hips thrust upwards your body was pushed into his touch against your clit. The thick head of his cock hit in a way that made choke back moans and gasps, driving so deep you could have sworn you’d feel him just by pressing against your abdomen. And then there was the pressure. The fullness. Full of him. Whenever your cunt squeezed with pleasure, it hurt. And it felt good.

“It’s almost too easy,” Zenos said, his voice finally showing the strain of pleasure and exertion. “You will come for me again, will you not?”

The moan you couldn’t bite back was meant to be denial. It wasn’t.

“Savor it,” Zenos said, even softer. “No other man will fulfill you as I do.”

By the twelve, his voice filled you like smoke, swirling in your head, inundating your entire body. It was all Zenos. The sweet scent of his hair, the solid strength of his body as he held you, as he fucked you. His cock. Gods, it reached places inside of you that you weren’t even aware of before then. The drag of calloused fingertips on your clit. You could hate him but right then you were practically choking on your pleasure, on the intoxication of it all.

And then you were coming, your pussy clamping down around his cock and your body going painfully tense. Behind you, Zenos grunted, and you met that with a helpless moan, shuddering apart, liquid heat making everything right for a few lovely moments.

Reality reclaimed you quickly. Sweaty, aching, bloody, trembling, and breathless.

“Ss-no-oh more,” you gasped out, your body shying away as pleasurable release became overstimulated horror and nausea. To your surprise, he did, holding your shaking body in place while you both caught your breath. After a moment of agonizing stillness, Zenos lifted you up and off of him, letting you fall onto the floor in a pile of awkward limbs, panting and trembling and reeling. Firm hands flipped you onto your back. The cold floor was uncomfortable against your bare shoulders, and painfully hard.

As you had several times before in far less disadvantageous situations, you stared up at Zenos. Behind him, the kami memorialized on the wall seemed to shiver in the warm yellow light, their painted visages watching the desecration of their shrine. Zenos’s hulking figure covered your view of the sun kami, his golden hair making him out to be a mockery of the divine.

He was still hard, his erection shining with red-tinged slick. The sight echoed the throbbing pain inside of you, inciting a fresh wave of panicked defensiveness. Before you could try and get away, Zenos grabbed your legs, callously hauling you up so your thighs could lay over his, your legs propped up against his torso.

“What’re-”

“Alas, our time together is running short. I can no longer entertain your needs.”

With one hand holding you in place by the bruised neck, he used the other to stroke himself, measuring his cock against your abdomen to gauge how deep he was going. The sight was dizzying. No wonder there was blood. The weight was startling as well, the pure overwhelming physical difference between the two of you. It all made your head spin. Your own arousal smeared in a pinkish stain across your skin as you squirmed, your pussy squeezing painfully around nothing. Zenos ignored your reaction, appraising the sight with an unreadable expression before his eyes dragged upward.

Throughout all of this, you had retained your undershirt and bra. The fabric was bunched up to your waist, drenched with sweat. Nearly translucent. He said that you were appealing earlier, but the way he looked at you didn’t betray any sort of attraction, nor disgust. Just interest, curiosity.

“‘Tis a shame we haven’t the opportunity to truly savor this,” he muttered, more to himself than to you, his expression remaining composed. “Your body is,” he let out a breath through his teeth, his eyes dragging further down, “uniquely gratifying.”

The praise, such as it was, made your pussy clench down around nothing, sending hot waves of pain throughout your lower half. And he intended for more. Gods have mercy.

“Nn-no more” you said hoarsely. “Anything else, I ca-ah-” You yelped when he grabbed you by the waist, effortlessly lifting you despite the way you thrashed. One of your kicks nearly landed, but he pulled out of the way at the last second.

Wordlessly, Zenos slapped you across the face. It wasn’t the hardest you’d ever been slapped, but the point wasn’t to hurt you. It was meant to stun you, to humiliate you. And it worked. The shock made you fall still, your face blazing. He used your compliance to work his cock into you. The inexorable stretch surprised you all over again. Impossibly hard, unyielding.

“You’ve naught else to offer, beast,” Zenos said, sliding you all the way down. You choked, shuddered, not wanting to watch him but unable to look away. Zenos’s eyes fluttered shut, chin tilting back with the faintest expression of pleasure. Almost serene. “Not yet. This is but a prelude of what’s to come.”

He rolled his hips once, twice before the trance was broken, and he looked at you, watching your reaction as he pulled you off of him, as you tensed and shuddered and grit your teeth against the pain as he thrust back into your pussy with a sloppy, filthy slap of skin. The position, the way he was holding you, the control he had over your body—it was borderline masturbatory. He was using you as somebody would use an object. Unlike before, he could thrust to the hilt every time. Too deep, skin slapping skin, his cock forcing your body to make space where there was none.

Despite the throbbing ache, you were wet enough to ease his way. You moaned brokenly, half sobbing. You couldn’t do anything other than take it. Zenos didn’t seem overly concerned with you anyway, focused on using your body to reach his own end.

You yelped when his hand closed around your bruised, sore neck again, your eyes meeting his in new panic. Zenos didn’t look at you like a lover, or even with overt pleasure. His eyes were wide and excited, his lips stretched in something like a smile. Insanity and bliss.

“Tell me, has any other man known you in this way?” Zenos asked, his voice unraveled into joyous breathlessness. “Known your thirst for pleasure through violence, for depravity through blood?”

“No!” you responded quickly, forcing the word out despite the pressure on your throat in the hopes he’d let up.

“This passion… it is new to me as well.”

“Zenos, please s-slo-” Your plea broke apart when he released your throat to grab your waist again, twisting your hips. Even through the pain, you could feel the way it changed the angle in which he entered you, and the raw echo of pleasure.

“The great eikon-slayer… would beg?” he asked. He was insane. He was insane and he was going to fuck you to death while smiling that insane smile. You whined, trying to get his hands to loosen enough for you to squirm away. For all the good it did. He wasn’t even fucking you, just sliding you up and down his cock with the unbreakable grip he had on your waist. “Go on then, beast. Beg.”

“N-no, Zenos, ss-stop.”

“Endure the pain,” he told you. And then, a moment later, “You are worthy of it.”

You whined, a sound that became a wail when he twisted your hips again. Everything was too loud, the ugly noise of skin slapping skin echoing off of the walls, your ragged breathing, and your heart thundering like an engine. It was more than you could take to hear Zenos moan too, low in his chest, his hips finally meeting yours as he grew closer to his own end.

You only realized Zenos didn’t intend to pull out at the point that his hips were stuttering, his hands holding onto you tight enough that his thumbs could touch, each uneven stroke pushing his cock as deep as possible.

“Nn-No, you ca-can’t,” you said, fresh tears in your eyes.

“You will take my seed,” Zenos said, openly wearing his pleasure at your reaction as he stared down at you. “Be grateful.”

It wasn’t any more or less miserable than all that had already happened, but the facsimile of intimacy made you whimper. So cruel. Zenos watched you as he came, his eyes half-lidded and hazy. His fingers dug bruises into your waist. Your entire body jolted with each uneven thrust, your cunt squeezing his cock as if you wanted this. And you could have sworn you felt his cum against your painfully raw inner walls as he came. He didn’t waste any of it, not pulling out until he was entirely finished.

Zenos let you fall onto the floor, his breathing heavy as he sat back. You curled your legs inward, wincing at the mess oozing out of you. There was no part of you that wasn’t painful and messy. Covered in blood and sweat and bruises, half naked, and utterly exhausted. Unlike you, Zenos didn’t look all that much worse for wear. Nothing that couldn’t be easily fixed. Sparing no moment for sentimentality of any kind, he fixed his clothes. There was nothing you could do about your own.

“You will forgive me,” Zenos said, his voice low and husky. “In my enthusiasm… mayhap I went too far.”

There was nothing to make you profoundly regret every single one of your previous decisions like looking into the empty blue eyes of your enemy feeling a mixture of blood and cum ooze out of you. Unsure if you could trust your voice, you just glared at him. His lips curled with the slightest promise of amusement.

“Yes, it is a shame our time was so limited,” he said, standing up. “But we both have more important matters to attend to.”

He stooped down to grab his coat on the way out. It was sprinkled with dried blood. You hoped it was ruined.

“I’ll kill you, you know,” you said when he was at the door. Your voice was hoarse and ruined, but the words were clear enough. You meant them too. Not even out of malice, it just seemed so strikingly obvious. “Unless you kill me now.”

Zenos hesitated and, for a second, you wondered if he was actually going to do it. “Go lick your wounds,” he finally said. Once the door was open, he paused again, speaking without turning around. “Until we meet again, my beast.”

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angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main · 2 years

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200 Follower Drabble Prompt Challenge Event ✍🏻

Y’all, I finally made it to 200 followers!!! 🥳

In honor of this achievement, I will be hosting a Drabble Prompt Challenge event!

(I know the 100 follower event didn’t go anywhere, and I’m really sorry about that, but I think this one will be much better)

The Drabble Prompt Challenge is exactly what it sounds like. My followers will have a chance to submit a prompt and character(s), and then I have to write a drabble story for it. A drabble is:

Hence, the challenge!!! I have to write the story in exactly 100 words, no more and no less. This challenge will run from 12/18-12/31. You only have this window to submit your asks for the Drabble Prompt Challenge. Any asks submitted after 12/31, 11:59 PM EST (UTC-5) will be politely declined.

Rules:

This is a followers event only! If you feel more comfortable submitting on anon, please use the honor system 🙏🏻

I only write for the Yona of Dawn/Akatsuki no Yona fandom. Please choose characters from this fandom only. You can also choose any of my active OCs!

Each follower can submit a max of 2 prompts for the event. Again, please use the honor system if submitting on anon 🙏🏻

You can only submit 1 prompt at a time. I will not accept multiple prompts in the same ask, there's not enough room in 100 words.

You can only choose a max of 2 characters per prompt. Again, 100 words is not a lot to work with, so that’s why I have to put a limit.

If you choose more than 1 character, please note whether you want the drabble to be platonic or romantic.

If I receive multiple submissions of the same prompt and same character(s), I may choose to decline your submission and ask that you choose a new prompt or a new character. I will write the drabbles on a first come, first serve basis.

I do not write smut.

I do not write poly.

I only write hetero.

I reserve the right to decline any submission due to broken rules, unfollowed directions, or rudeness.

Directions:

Pick a character(s)

Pick a prompt

Choose platonic or romantic (if applicable)

Send ask

Prompt List:

Watching the sunset

Enjoying a walk

Dancing around the kitchen

Having a friendly arm-wrestling match

Getting a bath ready

Cooking together

Kissing in the rain

Stargazing

Having a snowball fight

Loudly singing

Laughing at the stupidest jokes

Holding hands

Kissing each other good night

Keeping each other warm

Moments of contemplation

Building a snowman

Choosing a Christmas tree

Getting a sugar rush

Collecting firewood

Sharing a blanket in front of the fireplace

Asking them if they need help

Asking for advice

Consoling hugs

Making up after an argument

Helping them wash off the blood from their body

Hugging them tightly, telling them how worried you were

Trying to hide your injury from them, but failing miserably

Bandaging them up while you both tell each other about your day

Shielding the other one with their body

Complimenting each other unexpectedly

Example Submission:

“Hi! I would like to submit a prompt for the 200 Followers Drabble Prompt Challenge. I challenge you to write a platonic Yun and Yona drabble for prompt #2: Enjoying a walk. Thank you!”

Thank you to all of my followers for being so amazing 💚💚💚 Please have fun with the challenge!!! I'm so excited to see what y'all submit 😁

I will be updating this post with the submissions I receive below.

Drabble Prompt Challenge - Master List:

Yun x Fem!Reader - Prompt # 27

Shin-Ah x Fem!Reader - Prompt # 20

Jae-Ha & Shin-Ah - Prompt # 22

Hak & Jae-Ha - Prompt # 4

Zeno x Fem!Reader - Prompt # 25

Zeno x Fem!Reader - Prompt # 29

Hak & Su-Won - Prompt # 29

Kaya & Kimi (TFOM OC) - Prompt # 2

Zeno x Kaya - Prompt # 6

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notchesandbullets · 4 years

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[18+] The Princess and Her Dragons Masterlist *SMUT* Poly!AU

Fandom: Akatsuki no Yona (Yona of the Dawn)

This is a chaptered fic but each chapter can be read as a oneshot. Heed the warnings. Each one has smut and specific kinks.

18+ only.

Chapter 1: The Princess’ Bodyguard - [Pairings: Hak x reader]

Introductory chapter. He’s maybe a little upset when you dress up for somebody that’s not him. (1k)

⮩ Warnings: cursing, unprotected sex, pet names

Chapter 2: A New Journey - [Pairings: Hak x reader]

Your father sends you off on a journey to recruit the four legendary dragons of Kouka Kingdom that will unite the kingdom and bring about peace. You get impatient halfway down the road, literally, and Hak fucks you in a forest. (1.6k)

⮩ Warnings: cursing, unprotected sex, exhibitionism

Chapter 3: Meeting Kija - [Pairings: Kija x reader x Hak]

It’s not a good idea to give your bodyguard head in someone else’s bed but you do it anyways. You meet the first dragon when he walks in on Hak balls deep inside of your cunt. (1.4k)

⮩ Warnings: oral (m receiving), sloppy seconds, voyeurism, cursing, explicit dirty talk, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms

Chapter 4: Shin-ah’s Salvation - [Pairings: Shin-ah x reader]

You get lost in the catacombs only to be saved by the one person you were looking for. Soft smut with our precious blue dragon. (1.5k)

⮩ Warnings: cursing, unprotected sex

Chapter 5: Hak and Jae-ha Tag Team - [Pairings: Jae-ha x reader x Hak]

The green dragon stumbles across you while Hak’s fucking you in a back alley and seeing no protest from either one of you, he joins in. (2.2k)

⮩ Warnings: unprotected sex, cursing, double penetration, exhibition, threesome, consensual sex, slight orgasm denial

Chapter 6: Cockwarming - [Pairings: Hak x reader, voyeur!dragons]

He knows you have a cockwarming kink but he doesn’t last long when you circle your hips in that enticing way of getting him to do exactly what you want. And it works. A little too well. (1.7k)

⮩ Warnings: voyeurism, exhibitionism, cockwarming, cursing, slight anal play, rough sex, hair pulling kink, dirty talk

Chapter 7: Stuck in a Hole - [Pairings: Shin-ah x reader x Jae-ha]

You get stuck. Jae-ha takes control of the situation and teaches Shin-ah on how to please you, all while utilizing this very unique predicament you have landed yourself in. (1.6k)

⮩ Warnings: stuckage kink, stuck in a hole, a tiny bit of oral (f receiving), slight breeding kink, exhibitionism, threesome

Chapter 8: Zeno’s Desire - [Pairings: Zeno x reader x Hak x Jae-ha]

A rough quickie. Compensation for a rude patron's brash behavior quickly turns into something else once you realize just who it is you're now serving. (2.3k)

⮩ Warnings: Rough, unprotected sex, some m/m between the older two (Hak and Jae-ha), overstimulation, oral sex (m receiving), cursing, Jae-ha has an oral fixation too. Zeno is of age. Submissive headspace. Foursome.

Chapter 9: In Heat - [Pairings: Hak x reader, voyeur!four dragons, hints of Zeno x Shin-ah]

You should not have taken that potion. (1.9k)

⮩ Warnings: ABO dynamics, knotting, possessive sex, impreg/breeding kink, biting, unprotected sex, voyeurism, oral sex(m and f receiving), cum eating

Chapter 10: Bath House - [Pairings: Jae-ha x reader] *requested*

Jae-ha’s been feeling left out. You make him feel better and along the way, you help him accept his dragon leg that he despises so much. (4.1k)

⮩ Warnings: size kink, thigh riding, fingering, a ridiculous amount of orgasms, dirty talk, cursing, pet names, oversensitivity, riding, fucking from behind, some sweet fluff if you squint.

Chapter 11: The Dragon Bond - [Pairings: Zeno x reader]

Zeno isn’t as dominating as his dragon brothers. You reassure him that it’s more than okay. (2.5k)

⮩ Warnings: fingering, oral (both receiving), smut, Zeno being an absolute cutie pie

Chapter 12: Jealousy - [Pairings: Kija x reader x Hak]

Kija gets jealous over those suitors your father is forcing you to entertain and he can’t take it. Dragging you over to the secluded part of the royal library, he expresses his feelings before he notices that your ever faithful bodyguard is watching. There’s a way for all three of you to take out your frustrations. (2.7k)

⮩ Warnings: cursing, threesome, filthy smut, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), explicit dirty talk, dom!kija

Chapter 13: Memories - [Pairings: Hak x reader]

Your first time with Hak from the past on your 18th birthday. You didn't want anything for your birthday. You just wanted him. Who was he to say no? Especially when he saw you looking like that. (5.8k)

⮩ Warnings: slight innocence kink, unprotected sex, size kink, soft at first but gradually gets rougher, slight degradation, oral (both receiving), choking, squirting, creampie, overuse of the petname: princess

Chapter 14: Hot and Jealous Shin-ah - [Pairings: Shin-ah x reader] *requested*

As Shin-ah gets more acquainted in the palace, his new home, he adjusts to almost everything except how you get called away on every occasion that your father needs you to take care of guests. But when someone had the audacity to lay a hand on you, all he sees is red. (2.7k)

⮩ Warnings: explicit smut, jealous sex, exhibitionism (slight), fingering, biting, size kink, cursing.

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shadowsphere · 2 years

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Hello! 👋🏼 can I request a Gotoh/Reader smut scenario where he meets reader while out on orders and things get pretty heated 👀? Thank you 🙏🏼

Oh, I forgot to specify I’d prefer that the reader is female (as per the gotoh request, and that nothing too crazy happens, if that’s okay) thank you 😅

🔮Errand Distraction ─ Gotoh

☽ Featuring: Gotoh x Fem! Reader

☽ Request? ✓ I hope I understood by what you meant when you said nothing too crazy happens. If I didn't, I'm so sorry. Also, sorry it takes so long to get to what you really want to see, I just like building background. Where you see the line is where the story actually starts.

☽ Includes: flirting, making out, dom! gotoh, teasing, semi-public make out, semi-large age gap, reader is in her 20s and gotoh is in his 30s, grinding, almost caught, sexual tension, groping, neck kisses, hickeys, i almost put a plot twist at the end because i love forcing people to wake up and realize it was nothing but a dream however i didn't this time

☽ Synopsis: Gotoh only had one job, a job he was used to doing, yet he managed to mess up the easiest job ever by getting distracted.

☽ minors do not interact

🔮┊🔮┊🔮 ≛ ☽

Gotoh had took a monthly survey of what the Zoldyck household needed.

As a butler, it was his job to make sure that the family had everything they desired. So, he started with the oldest family member: Maha Zoldyck. The 98-year-old was the simplest member to please. Gotoh walked swiftly, his destination was the garden where Maha liked to meditate.

When he made it there, he saw the oldest member sitting down with his legs crossed, seemingly unaware of Gotoh's presence. Gotoh knew better though. With a bow, Gotoh acknowledged Maha "Master Maha, I am going on an errand run, would you like to request anything specific?"

Gotoh spoke formally but firmly, hoping that Maha wouldn't make him wait an hour before speaking. Luckily, Maha was feeling pretty merciful and spoke, his voice shaking but firm. Evidence that even though he might be older, his strength was still there.

"Yes. More clothes that fit me." Gotoh nodded in the bow position he still held and stood up straight. Maha's frame was getting smaller and smaller as he got older. He was almost as tall as Killua now and constantly needed new clothes as his body shrunk.

Gotoh then left the garden, his new destination was Silva Zoldyck's room. Gotoh knew he would find Zeno and Silva in that room, both discussing things to do with their lifestyle.

Gotoh didn't waste time. There was nothing that could distract his journey from the garden to Silva's room. That was a quality that the Zoldycks loved about him.

When Gotoh got to the room, he knocked and waited for Silva's deep voice to instruct him. "Enter." Gotoh entered the room to see Silva on his couch and Zeno sitting in front of him. Both of the men stopped their conversation to look at Gotoh who bowed in their presence.

Zeno nodded, pleased with Gotoh's consistent show of respect and Silva smiled, his benevolence and kindness shining through whatever face he tried to put on. "Gotoh, are you here for your survey?" Gotoh stood up straightly "Yes, master Silva."

Zeno thought about his options before nodding. "I want a life's saving of Kirin." Gotoh had no reaction to Zeno's outrageous request, he was used to it by now. Silva, let out a sigh at his father's request. "That's too much." Zeno laughed at how tired Silva seemed for Gotoh. "No beer is too much for us Zoldycks." Silva knew it was impossible to persuade his father to ask for anything else so he moved on.

"Gotoh, I'm fine without anything this time." Gotoh wasn't surprised, it was rare for Silva to request anything from him. Gotoh bowed again and swiftly left the room, he understood that his presence was no longer required.

Three down, six to go.

Gotoh wandered the hallways, looking for Kikyo. She could never be found and would only appear if she wanted to. Today, Gotoh was blessed with the fact that Kikyo was walking in the direction of Silva's room.

Gotoh bowed in front of her and addressed her appropriately, "Mistress Kikyo." Kikyo said nothing, impatiently waiting for Gotoh to continue on with what he wanted before he interrupted her. "I am doing my monthly survey. Is there anything you desire?" Kikyo walked passed Gotoh, and without acknowledging him at all, she spoke. "A new hat."

That interaction usually summed up how Kikyo treated Gotoh on a daily basis. He was used to it by now and moved on with his mission. Again, he was blessed. The next person he was looking for was Illumi, who was also on his way to Silva's room.

Most likely to speak about Killua.

Gotoh bowed "Master Illumi." Illumi stopped walking and stood in front of Gotoh. Unlike Kikyo, Illumi usually noticed Gotoh's presence and waited for him to speak without a care in the world. Gotoh decided to keep it short and simple, understanding that Illumi probably wanted to speak of his little brother.

"Is there anything you require?" "Scissors." A one-clipped word Something that was natural for Illumi. Gotoh straightened up and saw how Illumi bowed his head a little before moving on. Gotoh had noticed how Illumi's hair was even longer than before, understanding the need for scissors.

Gotoh made his way to Milluki's room next. Gotoh knew he had to prepare his brain to deal with the number of requests Milluki would make. The boy was very demanding and selfish, but there was nothing Gotoh could do about it.

Gotoh was at Milluki's door and knocked on it firmly. Milluki was most likely busy playing games and wouldn't hear if Gotoh knocked any other way. From inside, he could hear Milluki yell. "I'm busy! Go away!" Gotoh didn't let that deter him though, he spoke to the door instead. "Master Milluki, I am on my monthly run. Is there anything you need?"

Gotoh waited a few seconds. He couldn't walk away no matter how much he wanted to, he had to wait on the boy to answer. "The butler?! Butler, get me new figurines from Sailor Moon, the manga of One Punch Man, and the new Final Fantasy!" Gotoh's eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

No matter how long Gotoh has been here, Milluki never tried to call him by his name. Gotoh let out a sigh and walked away, making note of what Milluki wanted. Next on the list would be Killua. But the boy was out with his friend Gon.

Gotoh didn't need Killua here to know what he would want. Every month, Gotoh bought Killua chocolate and would leave it up to Illumi to find a way to give Killua his chocolate. So Gotoh moved to the second youngest.

He walked to Alluka's room, he knew what the young girl would want, but still let her have an option. Gotoh knocked softly and then walked in. Alluka was sitting in the middle of her room, surrounded by multiple stuffed animals.

Gotoh cleared his throat and Alluka looked up at him. She stopped playing with her toys and stood up quickly, which caused her to almost fall over. Luckily, she caught herself. "Mistress Alluka, do you need more stuffed animals?" Alluka, when she wasn't around Killua, was silent.

Gotoh had no idea why, but he managed to work his way around it usually. Alluka looked at the ground and nodded. She didn't really care what kind of animal she got, she was always happy with what Gotoh chose. Gotoh left as fast as he had entered and made his way outside to the youngest Zoldyck.

He was making his way to the play area where Kalluto was known for forcing himself to spend time there. However, when Gotoh got there, Kalluto was sliding down with an unamused expression on his face. Kalluto looked up when he heard footsteps and saw Gotoh.

Kalluto instantly knew what Gotoh was there for and spoke before he could do anything. "Kimino." Gotoh nodded his head and walked away. Conversations with Kalluto always ended before they started, which made Gotoh's job much easier. Gotoh made his way to the entrance of the Zoldyck manor, ready to finish his errands.

You were nervous.

You knew why, you kept count of the days until it was time for Gotoh to come to your store and ask for what he usually asked for. You didn't know how long you had this attraction for the way older male, but you couldn't resist him.

It didn't help that the more you saw him and heard him speak in that deep, monotone voice, the more your attraction and want grew. It became so bad that every time a customer walked in, you immediately looked up to see if it was him.

If it wasn't, your day would be ruined. With a store that sold everything someone could ask for, you usually got a lot of customers. Which meant your disappointment would be tripled at the end of the day.

You looked at the clock. You knew what day it was, you memorized what time Gotoh would enter the store. Today was the day you would make your move.

On cue, Gotoh walked in. A whimper almost escaped you. You haven't seen this man in a month and seeing him again affected you more than you expected it to. You cleared your throat though, you needed him to know that you found him attractive.

If he didn't reciprocate, then you would move on. If he did...you didn't know what to do.

Gotoh, following routine, walked up to the counter and started listing off everything you needed. You were focused completely on his lips, seeing how with every word he pronounces, his lips would become slightly pouty.

Gotoh had finished giving you a list of everything he needed you to get. However, you didn't move. Gotoh was staring at you confused but noticed how focused you were on him. This caused his lips to twitch a little, wanting to smirk at your obvious attraction.

Gotoh wasn't oblivious. He knew you wanted him, but Gotoh was a butler. He couldn't give you what you would end up wanting. However, he can't lie and say he doesn't find you attractive.

He's imagined multiple instances of having you in his bed, but it was an impossible wish.

Gotoh cleared his throat to get your attention. You noticed and looked up to make eye contact with Gotoh. Even though his face was stoic, his eyes were twinkling, giving away the fact that he knew what you were doing.

You gulped and started stammering, much to his amusement. "S-S-Sorry. Can you..can you repeat it?" Gotoh nodded but decided to tease you. He wanted to see how you would react to him pointing out your behavior.

"It's really rude to not listen to your customer." Gotoh watched as your face morphed into a panicked expression. This was the first time he's ever caught onto your behavior.

You were horrified.

Gotoh caught onto the fact that you weren't paying attention. Was it really that obvious? No matter how terrified you were right now, you knew this was a one-in-a-lifetime chance to flirt. You took a deep breath, then responded. "I...It's only because you're....you're really attractive."

You grimaced at how awkward you were and Gotoh found amusement in your response. He pushed his glasses up on his face and looked down at you with a tilted head. He stayed silent for so long, causing you to fidget under his gaze.

You knew you shouldn't have flirted. He's probably disgusted with you.

"Gotoh."

You stood there, confused, wondering what he was saying. Was he trying to tell you to go do your job? Gotoh noticed you were confused and sighed. "My name is Gotoh. If you find me attractive, you should know my name." You just stood there, understanding the reasoning but not being able to believe you now know the name of the man you've been pining over.

Gotoh's eyes traveled over the girl's body, taking in the fact that the outfit she was wearing fit the aura she gave off. You bit your lip, noticing how he was looking you up and down. Was he as attracted to you as you were to him?

Gotoh's eyes traveled back up to make eye contact with you and noticed how you were nibbling at your lip. He licked his own in response, the shop suddenly becoming hot and tense. You let out a small sigh. If he didn't reject you, that means you have a chance.

You leaned over the counter in front of Gotoh and stared at him deeply. You were acting confident, even though you knew your body was trembling. "Gotoh...I'll keep that in mind tonight." Gotoh's eyebrows furrowed. Were you insinuating what he thought you were?

"Tonight? Then make sure you aren't too loud, wouldn't want anyone to hear you." Gotoh leaned against the counter as well, leaving you two face to face. Gotoh noticed how you swallowed when he got closer to you. "Since you know my name, don't you think I deserve to know yours?"

The girl in front of him looked away from the intense eye contact. "You don't deserve to know." If the eye contact had continued, she wouldn't have been able to deny him. She needed to continue playing whatever game this was. Gotoh's stare continued silently before he let out a deep, soft chuckle that had your thighs shaking.

"What do I have to do to know your name?

You thought about it. You could ask him to do a lot. But you didn't want to scare him off, so you started simply. "You can kiss me." Gotoh was surprised by how confident you were now compared to earlier. It seemed the longer you spoke, the more your confidence grew. "A kiss huh?"

You nodded in confirmation. Your confidence was short-lived when you felt his hand grabbing your chin gently. He forced you to look at him and pulled you closer slowly by your chin. He tilted his head when you were close enough. All he needed to do was lean forward and your lips would lock.

You weren't breathing. You know you said he needed to kiss you, but you didn't expect him to go at it like this. Gotoh looked into your eyes and saw how needy you were just for a single kiss. A smirk made its way to his face as he tilted your head to the side and placed a soft kiss on your neck.

The whimper you let out was intoxicating.

Gotoh pulled back to see your eyes were closed tightly and your hands were gripping the counter. He was enjoying the effect he had on you so much, but couldn't deny that your facial expression made him want to do more.

"Your name?"

You couldn't believe that he sounded so calm after what he just did. It was like he didn't care that what he did was so intimate. But when you opened your eyes, you saw how hard his stare was.

He could keep his voice steady, but his eyes gave away how affected he was.

The shop felt like it was on fire now.

You opened your mouth and stammered out your name, still stuck on what had just happened. "Y-Y-Y/n." Gotoh opened his mouth to say your name. "Y/n." Your body got goosebumps with how he said your name. You licked your lips and nodded.

Neither one of you spoke then. There was so much you both wanted to do but didn't know if it would be okay to. But finally, the thread of tension broke when Gotoh saw how hard you were breathing and how your thighs were rubbing together.

He wouldn't be much of a gentleman if he left you unsatisfied right?

It all happened so fast to you. One second you were looking at Gotoh and the next he had his hand on the back of your head, pulling you to him so that he could kiss you.

And kiss you he did.

The kiss was passionate and deep, something you were surprised by. You didn't think he would start a kiss off like this. Your hands went to grab onto the suit he had on as you ignored the dull pain of the counter pressing into you.

Gotoh's free hand went down to your breasts and he groped them through your top. You let out a moan, allowing Gotoh's tongue to slip into your mouth and explore the wet cavern. Each time your tongues connected, Gotoh would let out a deep groan.

As the kissing continued, both of you forgetting that you need air to breathe, Gotoh removed his hand from your head and moved it down to grip your ass.

You both pulled away to catch your breaths, and a line of saliva connected your lips. You were breathing heavily but Gotoh didn't want there to be a break right now. He needed more.

He dipped down and connected his lips to your neck, and started placing multiple kisses. Your head leaned back and put your hands on his combed-back hair. You bit your lip to suppress the moans that wanted to come out once he started to suck at your neck.

You couldn't tell him to stop sucking, you wanted the evidence of what was happening to be there forever. "G-Gotoh..." Your words came out breathy, turning Gotoh on more than he thought anything could. He forced his hand up your top, cupping your boob gently.

He also forced his other hand down your pants, cupping your cunt through your panties. He could feel how wet you were and groaned into your neck. Gotoh started rubbing your pussy and teasing your nipple with his rough hands.

You couldn't even think about the fact that you were still in an area where if people walked into the store, they would know what was happening. But neither of you cared right now.

Speaking of someone walking in, the door of the shop opened. But you were so distracted by what Gotoh was doing, that you couldn't hear when the door opened. Lucky for you, Gotoh had a very good sense of awareness and fast reflexes.

He moved away from you before you knew it. When your eyes opened up to whine about him suddenly moving, you noticed a customer walking up to the counter. You cleared your throat and tried to fix yourself as best as possible.

As you gave your best customer service smile and started working even though your body was begging you to go back to what you were doing. Your eyes looked up again to see that Gotoh had left the shop once you started working.

Minutes passed and Gotoh was entering the manor. That's when he realized he completely forgot about the things he was meant to get and returned empty-handed.

He smirked, at least that would give him a reason to return back to the shop this month.

#gotoh #hxh smut #hxh fanfic #hxh gotoh #gotoh smut #gotoh oneshot #minors don’t interact #anime smut #hxh oneshot #gotoh fanfic #anime oneshot #kukuroo mountain #gotoh x reader #hxh x reader #hxh x female reader #gotoh x female reader

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First Line Tag~

Rules;; List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends

I was tagged by @trashlord-007 bless you babe thank you for the tag. I only have nine published, but I’ll post a snippet from one of my WIPs that will eventually get finished at the end. This is a mix of HxH and FFXIV.

1.) Love Story (Dark Songfic) | Chrollo x Reader (Angst)

You prop your cheek on your fist while you watch Chrollo sleep next to you, appreciating how the candlelight of the room casts shadows over his lean but beautiful frame. The sheet that covered you both had slid down during his slumber, baring the toned curve of one hip to your lazy perusal. You were content to simply lay there and admire him for a while, but something compelled you to reach out and brush fingertips against his cheek softly.

2.) Confession & Contrition | Chrollo x Reader (Smut)

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”

Chrollo freezes on the other side of the confessional, dove grey eyes sliding uneasily to the closed partition that separated him from you. You must have seen him go into the booth, mistaking him for an actual man of the cloth. At first he doesn’t answer, until the timid “Father?” drifts to his ears. He stifles the sigh threatening to bubble forth, before opening the little slats in resignation. This was a delay he didn’t need, he only had so much time before he needed to regroup with the other troupe members. Playing priest was one thing, taking confession as one was another.

Damn.

3.) Hisoka’s Lesson | Hisoka x Reader (Smut)

“I have no desire to fight you.”

Hisoka’s smooth purr always delighted you whenever he spoke, but you wouldn’t be distracted by it this time. Nor would you be swayed when he attempted to firmly pull you into his lap, your shared room at Heaven’s Arena boasting a comfortably plush chair that he constantly took advantage of.

Perching on his lap, you sulked. “Is it because you don’t think I’m a challenge enough for you?” You tried not to whine, yet your voice sounded reedy anyway. Hisoka frowned, a rare sight that meant his genuine displeasure wasn’t far behind.

4.) This is Love | Hisoka x Reader (Serialization/Smut/Angst)

What a pain.

You couldn’t help but think that as you raced through the trees, away from someone clearly on your tail. It could be friend or foe, though you definitely weren’t going to wait around and find out. Combat had never been your strong suit since your nen abilities were heavily defensive in nature, but even your paltry combat skills wouldn’t help you here. It was mere luck that the first phase had been an endurance test to weed out those with weak stamina and mental fortitude, and the now second phase being an exercise in stealth and evasion.

5.) Possession | Chrollo x Reader (Smut/Angst)

You sat a few tables away in the carefully crafted disguise Hisoka had helped you with earlier, methodically swirling the wine inside of your glass. Your teeth were aching from how hard you clenched your jaw as you watched the strange woman’s fingers glide over the back of Chrollo’s hand in a flirty, intimate gesture. You could barely stomach to watch as he turned his hand over to lace his fingers with hers. Fingering the knife strapped underneath the garter on your thigh, you considered that maybe you’d remove that hand first, before you-

Jealousy was eating you alive the longer you spied on the pair, hardly able to stand to see Chrollo accept such affection so casually from another. It was enough to make your blood heat dangerously, and you took a deep breath to calm yourself lest your bloodlust slip free and give you away.

How dare he?

6.) Accismus | Zenos Yae Galvus x Reader (Dark Smut)

“Wait!”

Your exclamation echoes into the distance as you trudge across the pack snow, vainly trying to keep up with Zenos’s deceptively longer stride. He made walking through the snow look surprisingly graceful, much to your dismay. Perks of growing up amongst this godsforsaken tundra, you reason to yourself as you attempt to flag the man down. You weren’t sure what had compelled you to follow after the blond anyway. Perhaps it was the harsh dose of truth Alisae had administered that made you want to make sure he wasn’t about to murder a litter of gaelikittens or something. Did they even have gaelikittens in Garlemald? A question for the ages, really.

7.) Nepenthe | Emet-Selch x Reader (Smut/Angst)

You were listlessly picking at your breakfast when you hear Alisae’s voice from your left.

“I know you’re having nightmares again.”

Her voice is low, the hint of accusation in her tone making you flinch. From the corner of your eye, you watch her slump next to you at the inn table.

She continues to speak, exasperated. “I don’t know why you seem to think you have to hide your pain.”

Because you wouldn’t understand.

8.) Anamnesis | Emet-Selch x Azem/WoL drabbles (Angst)

Emet-Selch and Azem had been at each other's throats for days, the constant bickering turning into shouting matches that could be heard across the capitol building. The air was fraught with tension over the coming doom, only made worse by the palpable anger that seemed to cling to each of them like a sickly disease. There were no more secret smiles to share between them, no more bursts of laughter that were infectious to all around them.

No one was in awe anymore when Emet-Selch smiled at Azem for he no longer did.

9.) Kiss Me Through the Tomephone | Various FFXIV NPCs x Reader (Smut)

Shit.

You stare at the little check-mark next to the message as you lay sprawled out nude on your bed at the Pendants and your heart drops into your stomach with shock as you realize the recipient is not the intended one.

In your haste to respond to your fair weather lover you had met shortly after arriving on the First, you hadn’t considered the possibility of a mistext, let alone to the absolute worst possible person. Your face flushed with horrified mortification when you had glanced at who the receiver happened to be, realizing that you would get no end of grief for this mishap. This particular man would never let this opportunity go, and you knew you would be suffering his snide comments for the duration of his amusement.

10.) Untitled (Birthday Gifts?) | Chrollo x Reader (Smut)

You had a million questions you wanted to ask him in the silence that stretched between the two of you. Did you like the books? Was it a good choice? Will you cherish it? Will they always make you think of me? Instead, all you could do is focus on his long slender fingers as they lovingly stroked the spine of each first edition like he was caressing a lover. You felt ridiculous being jealous over a book and you found yourself blurting out quietly, "I like your hands."

I’m not gonna tag anyone bc I don’t know who I would tag, but thank you for tagging me. ♥

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bjy-on-ao3 · 3 years

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Kinktober 2021, Day 29

As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)

Normally I try to make WoL/NPC stuff as race neutral as possible, however, since there are a couple races that are close to Zenos’ size, this fic more suits a WoL who isn’t a Roegadyn or max height Elezen/Viera (As it diminishes the size differences). Technically works for Lalafell, but that might be bordering on too large of a size difference (as far as physical possibility).

Summary Beauty and the beast. But who’s who?

Tags/Warnings Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Oneshot, Prompt, Reader-Insert, Shameless Smut. Size Difference, Rough S*x, Vaginal S*x

Kinktober 2021, 29: Size Difference (Reader x Zenos yae Galvus | FFXIV)

On all sides you were surrounded, hardly an inch of space to spare. Stuck inside a cage of flesh and heat, with no thoughts of escape. Large, thick arms framed your vision, great, sinuous hands possessing a vicious grip on linens already thoroughly mussed. Golden hair falls around your shoulders and face, tickling your skin along with beads of sweat and searing breaths. It was a trap you had let yourself fall into, perhaps far too willfully. Its siren song had been too taboo, too tempting to resist, and the prize it offered worth the consequences.

Zenos yae Galvus made you feel indescribably small and vulnerable, with his body bowed over yours. The muscular column of his chest and torso pressed impossibly flush against you, suffusing your burning body with more and more heat with each passing instant. His hips met the back of yours in a violent motion, spearing you over and over again on the thick length of his cock. Each thrust made you bite your lip and try to resist crying out, though you knew he wasn't fooled.

Your body responded to his far too readily in other ways to deny the effect he had on you. Unconsciously, you arched into him, trying to match his rhythm, slow but brutally hard and steady. Your cunt spasmed around him, encouraging him to ravage your core even more roughly and earning you a feral, guttural groan. Your hands, too, dug desperately into the bedsheets, holding them so tightly it was a wonder they didn't tear. All signs that showed how completely your body bent to his will, despite that anywhere else you were immovable.

Despite your attempts to smother the pathetic whimpers and cries that sought to be free, you couldn’t crush them, several gasps slipping past your efforts. Every noise gave way to a crack in your feigned resolve, and Zenos delighted in the tiny victories. He punished you for each weak, desperate sound, fucking into you hard enough to make you ache, and dipping his head to leave vicious bites on your neck.

But Zenos couldn't leave things at merely punishing your body physically, no, and his drawling voice in your ear as he pointed out your 'weakness' couldn't be ignored. "Who would have thought such a beast would be so easily cowed?" he drawled, a cutting edge to his voice that stung. "Don't disappoint me, my friend. Surely you've more to offer me than this."

You weren't sure what exactly Zenos expected you to do to provide him more sport. Not when massive his body eclipsed yours and pounded you into the sheets. Yet it struck a chord in you nonetheless, a fiery, stubborn chord that demanded that you fight back, somehow, and prove that the Warrior of Light wasn't so frail. You abandoned the sheets with one hand in favor of clamping down around his arm, digging your nails into his arm until you were sure nasty marks would be left behind.

He hissed sharply when you dug in, and though there was a satisfied undertone to the noise, you knew it was hardly enough to satisfy him. Twisting as best you could, your grip shifted again, leaving behind the angry red trails on his skin to grasp at a fistful of the golden hair that fell around you like a curtain. You yanked Zenos' head down, attacking his lips with yours. It was more a battle than a kiss, hindered only by the awkward angle and jostled by even more punishing thrusts into your heat. You bit down angrily before letting go and thrusting your tongue against his lips.

A groan rumbled deep in Zenos' chest, and the coppery tang of something slick and hot met your tongue. In an abrupt, rough rush of motion, Zenos drew back, leaving you disappointingly empty, craving the stinging stretch of his cock filling you to your limit again. Your grip was dislodged, and you were flipped onto your back swiftly, leaving you staring up into burning, icy blue, wide and wild. He spared nary a moment longer, descending on you again and enveloping your hips before spearing you all over again on his length.

His entrance was rough, careless, and even though you had yearned for him to fill you again, you bite down on your lip to prevent yourself from crying out at the painful jolt that shot through you. But as quick as it had come, the burst of pain was gone, and your fervor pulled you back in. Zenos pressed himself flush against you once more, feeling even more solid pressed to your front, as if with one slip up he might accidentally crush you beneath his wide frame. His lips met yours again in a loveless kiss mirroring the savagery from before, and you tasted the lingering blood on his bottom lip when your tongues twined and fought.

Zenos' pace became even more rough, jarring with each snap of his hips that sheathed him inside your cunt and made you groan despite your resolve. You latched onto his arms again, with both hands, raking your nails along them and leaving angry trails in their wake. One hand migrated over a broad shoulder, tracing equally angry color across it before digging deep, only encouraging Zenos to fuck you rougher.

You relished each hard slap of his hips meeting yours though, friction and impact teasing your clit and working you quickly up to a desperate peak. The energy in the air seemed to be aflame, sweltering, suffusing your body with every last bit. Some of the heat was surely the passion you'd been worked into, a sweltering flush of embarrassment and anger beneath it from your choice of bedfellow. Yet still more heat surrounded you on all sides simply from the bulk of that same partner.

Your mind was gone, left to let your base emotions run wild, only instinctive defiance spurring you to push back against Zenos' bruising kiss and the crush of his body. Only the pain and the pleasure mattered anymore. Only the feral chorus of moans and growls and grunts lingered in your ears. All your eyes saw were sheets of gold and fierce blue that remained intense, though their owner was surely as lost as you.

Another withdrawal that left you especially empty, another deep thrust that made you wonder in the back of your faded mind if it might break you, and another grind of motion and heat on your clit, and everything fell away. You abandoned Zenos' mouth and your resolve not to so readily show your pleasure, thrashing your head back against the pillows and crying out.

Zenos stiffened, but his hips worked ever harder, the ache of his girth never quite letting up, even when his thrusts slowed. The hot flood of his cum filling you up in long gouts did little to alleviate it, instead making you feel all the more full. Already so full, the sensation of something even hotter than your heaving bodies seeped down the apex of your thighs, no doubt staining the bedsheets.

When Zenos was spent, and you along with him not long before, he didn't bother to roll aside. Pulling out, he deigned to let himself relax against you, despite how his frame dwarfed your own. It was a wonder you could breathe, trapped beneath the slick, overheated slab of muscle and sweat and damp blonde hair. But you managed, drawing in deep, stubborn breaths, basking in the afterglow until reality was to come calling once more and wrest you from it.

#kinktober #kinktober 2021 #zenos yae galvus #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #fanfiction #writing #ao3 #day twenty-nine #day 29 #nsft #n/s/f/w

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watanabes-cum-dump · 3 months

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Kou's AO3 ffxiv fic rec list

I am so insane and I literally have only been reading FFXIV fanfics for like the past four or so months so here r some of my favorites

I will split it up into three categories: reader inserts, WoL OCs, and then yk fics with only the characters.

WARNING: I read lots of unsavory shit so please heed the tags in the links as I will not be going over those in this list.

*length of fics will be rounded to nearest thousand

Reader insert's

The Rise of Emperor Solus zos Galvus by amandaterasu

(Emet Selch x reader) Length: 25k Status: Complete (one shot) Review: You don't understand I think about this fic at least once a day oh my fucking LORD. 25k words just GONE in an instant I read this in like under an hour. Actually gigging and kicking my feet this shit bro liiiiiike the way this author writes Emet Selch... ouuuuughhh. I love it when a man is just so insane for his woman that he finds her in another life and immediately starts courting her. Honestly, this shit is just so good it reads almost like a historical drama in the best ways possible. Yeah it's romance (and smut) but it's also politics (kinda) and idk about you but those are my two favorite things. I now need a full length novel about Emet Selch's rise to emperor of Garlemald but yk what this shit is just as good. Bonus points for this author for introducing me to fanfic reading extensions to replace certain terms I will be using this from now on.

Tremble, Duck, & Weave by OwlEspresso

(Estinien, Aymeric, Haurchefant, Urianger x reader) Length: 31k Status: Incomplete Review: This inspired my current big project, Hellbound and yeah idk something about Ishgardian politics man. I'm gonna warn you right now a lot of these reader insert recs WILL be yandere/yandere-adjacent with a lot of unhealthy themes, general debauchery, and doves ranging from beaten to dead so uh... yeah. That aside, this is just a really fun time. Seeing everyone interact with the reader insert and all the different ways they show (or think about) their twisted affections... hnnnng it makes me a little insane okay. Also, shout out to pervert Haurchefant you will always be near and dear to my heart. We were ROBBED in the English translation

Captivate by samsaur

(Aymeric and Estinien x reader) Length: 41k Status: Incomplete Review: Remember what I said about doves ranging from being beaten up to dead? Well, the dove is definitely dead here, but it's rlly juicy because this shit really does feel like a horror story. I am not qualified to speak on it, but I think this is a great portrayal of Stockholm syndrome and the way it's written really puts you into the shoes of the reader insert and you kind of feel that hot and silent shame of being held captive like this. Also, one of my favorite niches of FFXIV fanfics is apparently villain Aymeric. Idk why but he is so good as a villain probably because he had every single reason to turn out one, and he would be a far more terrifying villain than Thordan. If Aymeric wasn't our ally during Heavensward, he would undoubtedly be a huge threat to us and this fic kinda takes that and dangles it over your head. Because, yes, Aymeric is holding the reader captive but he is also helping Alphinaud and Tataru out. It's this balancing act where we know Aymeric is capable of really fucked up things but he is still playing at the perfect image of our noble ally. You find yourself yelling at everyone else not to trust him because you, the reader and his captive, know that he is a piece of shit in this AU and I think it's glorious. Uhhh Estinien is there too ig. It's no fault on the author's part but I just don't really vibe with Estinien as a love interest. Though, his dynamic with Aymeric and the reader is extremely interesting to me. I can't say too much without spoiling all the fun, but I think in a way Aymeric has him trapped under this thumb too.

I'd Ask For Your Soul, But It's Already Mine by Dotharl

(Zenos x reader) Length: 29k Status: Incomplete Review: Guys it's fucking Zenos PLEASE read the tags on this one. Anyways I love my porn kjakjfjkjakhshjfjhk. Okay but genuinely I always say this, but Zenos is surprisingly genuine as a love interest because he doesn't put WoL up on a pedestal and just loves them for all of their worst bits and THAT is the appeal of enemies to lovers. This fic plays with that, especially with the reader insert being a Dark Knight WoL where Fray talks some sense into them and helps them recognize their self worth. I won't lie to you, this fic starts out with VERY fucked up Yandere fuckboy Zenos energy with all of the dubcon included, but I kinda don't care + it's just genuinely well written at times. The dynamic between WoL and Zenos is very nice here, bc yeah it starts out... like that and then it evolves into mutual respect when the reader realizes that Zenos would treat them well and not yk use them as a weapon. Albeit, it does go kind of quick but eh, it's like 4 chapters so I can't fault the author THAT much. Besides, not to diminish the fic, but it IS pretty clearly just kind of a pornfest and that is A-Okay with me! This shit was also last updated in like 2022 so I'm pretty sure it's abandoned.

Not a Champion, Just a Knight by Kei_Cordelle

(Haurchefant x reader)

Length: 23k Status: Incomplete Review: This one is in kind of a weird position because this is an AU where WoL dies at the Vault instead of Haurchefant, so there isn't exactly any HaurcheWoL action to speak of. But, WoL definitely haunts the characters' actions. Bro, when I tell you, the worst part of this fic is actually Alphinaud being very NOT OKAY bc WoL is dead. He is just a baby what the fuck do you mean he watched his friend, confidant, and hero die in front of him???? Yeah sorry I love Alphinaud a normal amount. (that is my SON) Anyways, this is written in first person which is weirdly a turn off for some people? I don't get the hate tbh, because first person just opens up so many fun opportunities! You can break the fourth wall much easier and directly address the reader, and you can also have the vibe that this is a retrospective of what the character saw. The later is definitely the vibe this fic gives. It's like, if the Heavensward memoir was written from Haurche's perspective in this AU. To me, I like to think that this fic is Haurchefant telling the tale of his greatest love and regret in writing. I feel like the action scenes could use some work but they're not terrible. It's just that they're literally one to one recounting of the Heavensward trials and it's just not the best. I think there's also the issue of the cast becoming slightly bloated so it is a bit rough to account for everyone's actions during fight sequences. I really do love this fic though because I think it's really interesting to see how everyone is unraveling. Obviously, we as the WoL take on a lot of things that are almost impossible for everyone else so to see them take on the monumental burden of the hero is very interesting. How would our companions react to certain things? Since during most trials in canon we take it on alone, how does everyone else fit in? Are they all doing the mechanics correctly? All in all, solid fic and I am holding out hope for that fated final fifth chapter since the last time it was updated was back in January and it was started back in 2022 so one day I hope that this will be complete and I get to see the final mental breakdown as the squad completes Heavensward with the legacy of WoL looming over them ✨

WoL OC Inserts

Coerthan Traitor by Cascanora (@cascanora here on Tumblr)

(Zenos x OC, a bit of typical Emet Selch and Azem reincarnation messiness) Length: 190k (GOD DAMN-) Status: Ongoing Review: The author of this fic is highkey like a celebrity to me bc I gobble up their art like it's fucking Christmas morning. Imagine being God's favorite and being blessed with the ability to draw AND WRITE??? Fucking insanity bro. Also, their OC, Crow is fine as hell like one chance ma'am pleeeeeeaaaaaseeee goddddddd- Anyways onto the actual fic, I am admittedly only on the first arc which is kind of like the childhood arc ig. But I really love it so far because I've just never seen anyone really write Zenos being kind of young and vulnerable and playful? That's a lie, I think I've read like one Zenos fluff that I'll have to dig through my AO3 history to find again (bc you'd best believe none of my bookmarks are fluffly...) so I just really like the change of pace. Zenos is obviously always put in more enemies to lovers type scenarios so I kinda like this different angle because yeah maybe he was something resembling normal at one point. Obviously he's very fucked up for a reason, but he was a kid too. He didn't always go off about biting jugulars and drinking blood or something, he got fucked up. I am so far absolutely living for a lot of the political stuff bc as I've said before, romance with a side of politics (or vice versa) is my cup of tea and nobody pulls this shit off better than fanfic authors. I'm really interested to see where the political stuff goes but it's like 2am (sheesh) as I'm writing this so I will have to delve further into this fic later. Anyways can I take a moment to talk about Crow and Zenos? Because they're so fucking cute I love themmmmm. I feel like I'm coming at this as someone who has seen a lot of Cascanora's art so I see when Crow and Zenos' relationship develop into when they're adults, so seeing the early stages of it is really cool to me. I don't quite know how to explain it? But anyways I am raving about this fic bc I think it just builds them both up so well and again, I don't see Zenos written to be playful and yk act his age the way he does around Crow. They just work together so well and while at the point of the story I'm at they're definitely just friends, I think that's the beautiful thing about friends to lovers. Regardless if it's romantic or platonic love, Zenos and Crow are a package deal. Also, Emet Selch/Solus in this fic is perfect. I LOVE my geriatric old man telling stories about his past. I would go off about how I am very captivated by the whole Galvus family dynamic but I will save that for the other fics bc this review section is already super fucking long and you had BEST BELIEVE I'm scouring the internet for Galvus family fics. I lied I will talk about this a little more because this strikes an odd chord with me as someone who wrote a lot of my own longform OC x Canon growing up. I kinda shamed myself off doing that kinda stuff as I got older, but diving into FFXIV where everyone becomes fucking Shakespear with their WoLs has made me let go of my fears of being a cringefailure and embrace the OC x Canon. To see really well written and thought out OC insert stuff is very comforting to me bc I often worry abt my own OCs being shitty and not really fitting in but fics like this assure me that hey, maybe I can make cool shit and that really is the most beautiful part of fanfiction and fandom in general. Fandom is this incredible loop of finding amazing shit and thinking "wow, I wanna do that too" and it's just really rewarding.

Save the Last Dance For Me by lalahganaja

(Alphinaud x WoL OC) Length: 11k Status: Complete (yatta!!!!) Review: ALPHINAUD MY BEAUTIFUL SONNNNN AAAAAAAARRRGGHHHSJGFKJGSGKHJHJF. This fic is so delightful bc it feels like I'm cheering on my children to kiss. A'tahja is so fucking precious and her and Alphinaud just bounce off each other so well. This fic also has the other Scions making an appearance and I fucking love it so much. Found family will never NOT make me absolutely batshit insane. Like yes, Y'shtola mamma cat <3 anyways *chews on Alphinaud and A'tahja* This is just so insanely fluffy and it made me slam my desk every few minutes bc cute teenage love story!!!! How can I not!!!! Alphinaud just acts like an adult a lot of the time and gets put in a lot of adult situations, but in this fic he just gets to be a little guy. A'tahja too, obviously as the WoL she's often off doing insane shit that no teenager should ever have to do and bearing burdens that are too much for a little skrunkly such as herself. But here they just get to be silly little kiddies who are very down bad for each other and it's adorable. I think another thing I really liked was A'tahja getting more in touch with her femininity? Idk how to put. But basically she had really short hair for most of her life bc she pretended to be a boy while in poverty, so to see her be A) pampered and B) learn to take care of herself and be more girly was super cute to see. Also, I am just always really surprised whenever I remember that Alphinaud can drink lmao. Like no, you are a baby (I was the same age as Alphinaud when I started playing this game) put the beer down and go sip on a capri sun or smth. God. Kids these days...

Canon character fics (?)

and i'm your clone, your strange creation by egg(strwpup)

(Fortemps familial angst from Artoirel's pov) Length: 6k Status: Complete (oneshot) Listen to me, I love this fic beyond words, but for the sake of my mental health I will NEVER read this shit again. My daddy issues go fucking DEEP like this is utter insanity. Don't get me wrong it is beautifully written and I love complicated family dynamics- but by god this fucked me up so bad. See, I like to personally believe that Edmont was a good, albeit flawed father but his sons know that he loves them and they love him in turn. But I know deep down in my heart of hearts that it is so much more complicated than that because you know, we can't have nice things here at Square Enix. It just personally fucks me up because I too, like Artoirel in this fic, am a momma's boy at heart and I... kinda hate my dad lmao. Basically, I kin Artoirel in this fic. Oldest child who has it out for my father + hates that I'm kinda like him. He loves his mother but holds contempt for his father, perhaps unfairly but can you blame him? (yeah I'm not only describing Artoirel here...) Edmont is a less than stellar father in this fic but you can tell he loves his kids and aaaaaaaaa I'm tearing up again. The complicated family dynamics + the drama of what happened in Heavensward is just so fucking delicious bro. 10/10 this fic destroyed me in every sense of the word and I do not want to go through that emotional reckoning again. However, I will be writing Edmont as a shitty dad in my fics now. Sorry but I am always just so insane for that sweet sweet eldest child and father dynamic because it's always so disastrous. Having parents is just so strange.

mon corps, le mien; mon coeur, le tien by steelthighsvoideyes

(Aymeric x Haurchefant x Estinien with a side of angst + Haurchefant survives the Vault AU) Length: 43k Status: Incomplete Review: I also started tearing up while writing this review because Haurchefant just does that to me okay? I feel like with a lot of Ishgard trio ship fics Haurche is always kind of left out? Or, he feels a bit tacked on to the Estimeric dynamic. That, or he's just sitting there with unrequited love bc clearly this man has not suffered enough. With this fic however, it definitely feels a lot more balanced. Like yeah a majority of the fic is just Haurchefant and Estinien bonding in the hospital, but Aymeric still feels present because of their shared past and how it's constantly being brought up. (in a good way) All three of them get the spotlight so you don't really lean towards one pairing. Romance aside, I really like the Ishgard trio's established dynamic in this fic because they're just guys being dudes. Besties who were in the military together. Like, Aymeric balances the trio out, Haurchefant is the sort of boisterous youngest member and Estinien is gruff and sarcastic and the banter between the three of them just flows so naturally. It's an actual friendship dynamic that serves as a solid foundation for what will hopefully be a romantic dynamic later on. Once again, friends to lovers is so good for this reason because the foundation is already there. You appreciate them as a person and you are aware of their flaws from the get-go, so when it turns romantic you skip a lot of the awkward exploration phase and can just be comfortable with each other. Anyways as for the crying part- the Fortemps familial drama follows Haurche throughout this fic and it does make me a little, tiny bit crazy. Not gonna spoil it, but the way Haurchefant feels about his family in this fic is just so real and visceral because of course it's super complicated. Once again, I like Edmont being a good dad, but realistically, it's shades of gray. Another thing about Haurchefant that not only this fic does but a lot of other people also head canon, is that his selflessness and willing to give can be self destructive at times. Once again, not gonna spoil, but it's just super heartbreaking to read Haurchefant be almost hypocritical, telling his friends to take care of themselves only for him to almost completely disregard himself. That's kind of what he does at the Vault in the first place, like that man died knowing that he did the right thing and protected his friend and oh god I'm gonna cry again I should stop talking... (I am not even kidding when I say that I will eventually write a Haurchefant character essay...)

Unicorn's Favor by Neyasochi

(Aymeric x Haurchefant x Estinien, yet another Haurche survives the Vault AU) Length: 34k Status: Complete Review: So, this is one of those fics where I feel Haurchefant is kinda just taped onto the Estimeric dynamic, and that's fine, it's whatever, I'm here for the porn and the banter. The premise of this fic is that Haurche helps get Estinien and Aymeric together and then smutty gay things happen. And that's all well and good BUT I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE FORTEMPS BROTHERS IN THIS FIC!!! *holds them gentle* For me, the best part of this fic was Haurchefant's relationship with his family which for a change, is NOT super angsty and complicated. It's all very heartwarming to see how in this fic the brothers get along very well (contrary to canon where unfortunately we know they were never very close) and to see Haurchefant really appreciate that he's still alive and gets to be around the people he loves more. It's just super cute and fluffy and now I just need fics like this in general. Yeah whatever it's not canon that the Fortemps bros actually like each other this much BUT IDC!!!! YOU NEVER SEPERATE TRIOS!!!! Speaking of trios, the Ishgard trio dynamic in this is yk it's fine it's whatever. In this particular fic, I find it quite cute that Haurche had a crush on Aymeric as a kid, so even if they aren't all buddy buddy in this fic there's still that lingering admiration and it's cute. I also completely swear by pansexual Haurchefant bc that man does NOT discriminate. Okay enough abt the French I will talk about the Italians (Romans) now.

Far colder on the earth than in the heavens by Altimas_Bane

(Galvus family things) Length: 7k Status: Complete Review: I told you I love my familial angst. No, I'm NOT okay. It DOES make me absolutely rabid that Emet Selch as Solus couldn't help but have some hope for the sundered because of Lucius because can you fucking imagine that??? Your son who gave you a little bit of hope for the broken, shattered people who replaced your brethren dies and that is the nail in the coffin. That is what makes you fully believe that they are unworthy. It was briefly mentioned in the short story "Through his Eyes", but Emet Selch had a little bit of hope for Lucius, and he was probably distraught when his son died. This fic goes over that agonizing feeling of watching someone slowly waste away from sickness. It is slow, it is painful, and it is gut wrenching. Idk man, just read it.

Son, Father, Emperor by January Blue

(Varis reflecting on his life and especially his relationship with Zenos)

Length: 12k Status: Complete Review: Heyyyyyy do you bitches remember when I said that Varis probably loved Zenos when he was younger but eventually held contempt for the monster he created? You all probably thought I was crazy for reading them like this BUT I'M NOT!!!!! Anyways fatherly angst strikes again (I am in shambles and this fic goes onto the list of fics that I will never read again for the sake of my mental health) LISTEN TO ME AND LISTEN WELL; Varis and Zenos' relationship isn't so black and white. No I'm not defending Varis- but come on the entire Galvus family is fucking crazy man. Anyways, to quote the comment I left on this fic because I do not want to repeat and retype it myself: "Varis, in a lineage of men that are strong, born into the arena that is politics, is WEAK because he is EMOTIONAL. Solus/Emet Selch calls him emotional in the cutscene he was introduced in (unless I'm hallucinating) and that SENT me because I was forced to rethink all of the information we had been shown of Varis until then. I wrote him off as a shallow villain but I did some digging and Varis is surprisingly the most empathetic in the Galvus household and it SHOWS whenever Solus berated him in cutscenes." Varis had emotions, he had morals he had a line that he would not cross. He has been shown to be merciful (when we parlayed with him in the Ghimlyt Dark) and it's known that he at least cared for his late wife, Zenos' mother. Obviously, he would extend that to his son at one point, right? Perhaps when he was still young and unmarked by the world- right???? See, I really like this fic because it frames Varis' absence from Zenos' life as unintentional, but at the same time, it does not absolve him of the fact that he is a terrible father. I don't want to say too much because I would very much like it if YOU, my dearest reader, took as much emotional damage reading this as I did- but I digress. Varis and Zenos' relationship is not as simple as "Varis hates Zenos" there's obviously some shades of gray here. I personally believed that there's no way Varis hated Zenos because Zenos' mother died in childbirth, and clearly, other people think the same. Listen, you don't just hate your own flesh and blood, at least, not from the very beginning. It's a slow process, and I know it in my heart of hearts that Varis regretted what he let happen to Zenos This fic is just so wonderfully written and I was actually kinda bouncing around my room reading this. Once again, major daddy issues, so maybe that's why I like believing that Varis loved Zenos once upon a time. Something, something, father's love their kids until they grow a mind of their own.

And that's my list! In the future as I make my way through fanfics I have marked for later due to spoilers, I might make another one of these because I think people need to read this shit!!!!

If one of your fics is on here please send me an ask so that I might go back and edit this to tag you!

#can you tell who my favourite ffxiv character is????#gonna do one of these for PGR eventually but there aren't a bunch of PGR fics in general...#if you wrote any of this fics can we be mooties 👉👈#ffxiv #ffxiv fanfics #ff14 #fanfiction recommendation #fanfiction rec list #fanfic recs #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv x reader #i actually have a few reader insert fics i would have included but tbh i didn't want to list off EVERY single one of them #most of them are smut anyways...#not tagging the individual characters #kouryuu's shit #ff14 online #ffxiv online #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv

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dukina · 4 years

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～{Characters will be written for：}～

HxH：Closed

[ Main Four：]

▪ Gon Freecss

▪ Killua Zoldyck

▪ Kurapika Kurta

▪ Leorio Paladiknight

[ Adultrio：]

Hisoka Morow

Illumi Zoldyck

Chrollo Lucilfer

[ Phantom Troupe：]

Feitan Portor

Shalnark Ryusei

Machi Komachine

Shizuku Mirasaki

Pakunoda

Phinks Magcub

Nobunaga Hazama

Uvogin

Franklin Bordeau

Omokage

[ Hunter Exam : ]

Ponzu

Pokkle

Anita

Satotz

Tonpa

Leroute

[ Zoldyck Family：]

Silva Zoldyck

Kikyo Zoldyck

Zeno Zoldyck

Milluki Zoldyck

Kalluto Zoldyck

Alluka Zoldyck

Nanika

Amane

Canary

Gotoh

Mike

[ Heavens Arena : ]

Wing

Zushi

Kastro

Baka Ki El Dogra

[ Yorknew City : ]

Neon Nostrade

Melody / Senritsu

Baise

Basho

Eliza

[ Greed Island : ]

Bisky Krueger

Kite / Kaito

Razor

Eta

Elena

Dwun

List

[ Chimera Ants：]

Meruem

Shaiapouf

Neferpitou

Zazan

Ikalgo

[ Chairman Election：]

Ging Freecss

Cheadle Yorkshire

Pariston Hill

Mizaistom Nana

Botobai Gigante

Kanzai

Cluck

Gel

Pyon

[ Other(s)：]

Ogyu

Retz

Shura

Rengoku

Jed

Komugi

Palm Siberia

Knov

Knuckle Bine

Morel Mackermasey

Menchi

Theta

Beans

Isaac Netero

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Yusuke Urameshi

Kazuma Kuwabara

Kurama / Youko / Shuichi Minamino

Hiei Jaganshi

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Keiko Yukimura

Shizuru Kuwabara

Botan

Yukina

Atsuko Urameshi

Koenma

Genkai

Puu

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N/A

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agent-cupcake · 3 years

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Writing Masterpost~

Fire Emblem Three Houses

Multi:

Pairs Royal // Dimitri x Claude x Reader // warnings - not sfw, dubcon, impact play, subspace

Raison D’etre // Dimitri x Sylvain x Reader // warnings - not sfw, omegaverse (mating cycles, knotting), dubcon

Dolos // Claude x Yuri x Reader // warnings - mild dubcon, unhealthy relationship // part one (sfw) // part two (not sfw)

Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea // Hubert x Ferdinand x Reader // warnings - not sfw, implied torture, disassociation, yandere

Short prompts (AO3 link)

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd:

Beastie and the Bard // multichapter (unfinished) // warnings - not sfw (chapter six only), heavy angst, minor violence

Lunacy // warnings - not sfw, dubcon, angst

Welcome to Dead House // alternate universe: outlast // warnings - not sfw, mild gore, noncon

wrap me up like a present // i’ll tie you up with a bow // birthday sex // warnings - not sfw

Fait Accompli // sequel to Raison D’etre // warnings - not sfw, omegaverse, dubcon

Sainted // alternate universe: vampires // warnings - period sex, noncon // part one (sfw) // part two (not sfw)

Beachy Keen // alternate universe: modern // warnings not sfw

Claude von Riegan:

Razzed // warnings - not sfw

Alethea // warnings - drugged sex, not sfw, possessive behavior

Dramaturgy // alternate universe: urban fantasy and vampires // warnings - not sfw, dubcon, drugging, blood kink, horror elements

Double Down // alternate universe: modern // warnings - not sfw

Yuri Leclerc:

forgiveness

Agnus Dei

condemn me, corrupt me, lie to me (as long as you don’t leave me) // warnings - not sfw, possessive behavior

Asteria // alternate universe: modern + incubi // warnings: not sfw, dubcon

Sylvain Jose Gautier:

your kisses are a philtre, your mouth an amphora // warnings - not sfw, yandere

Ghost Beach // alternate universe: siren // warnings - not sfw. noncon, monster bf, mind control

Leucoium

helpless // warnings: explicit smut, non/dubcon

cry foul // warnings: not sfw, step-sibling incest, dub/noncon, manipulation

Crybaby // warnings: not sfw, dubcon

Felix Hugo Fraldarius:

Epitaph // warnings: not sfw, major angst

Paradoxical // warnings: not sfw, violence, degradation, victim blaming

Balthus von Albrecht:

Calling All Creeps! // alternate universe: werewolf // warnings - not sfw, dubcon, monster bf

Verbosity // alternate universe: modern // warnings - not sfw

Hubert von Vestra:

Tick Tock, You’re Dead! - alternate universe: dishonored/heart of stone // warnings - not sfw, noncon, mental manipulation, yandere

Ferdinand von Aegir:

Songbirds and Honeybees // warnings: not sfw, dubcon, yandere

Linhardt von Hevring

Somnambulant // alternate universe: modern // warnings- not sfw, dream manipulation

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Multi:

horrorshow // Junpei Yoshino x Mahito x Reader // alternate universe: human // warnings- not sfw, noncon, kidnap, stockholm syndrome

Baby Blue // Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto x Reader // not sfw, noncon

Suguru Geto:

better to reign in hell, than to serve in heaven // warnings- not sfw, dubcon

living idly and dying as if dreaming // warnings- not sfw, dubcon

Toji Fushiguro:

Femme Fatale // warnings - not sfw, noncon, minor violence, suicidal thoughts

Mahito:

Child’s Play // alternate universe: modern // warnings - not sfw, noncon, impact play

Final Fantasy XIV:

Emet-Selch / Emperor Solus zos Galvus:

Vae Victis // warnings - not sfw, dub/noncon,

Devil’s Bouquet // warnings - not sfw, dub/noncon

vers la flamme // warnings - not sfw, dubcon, mating cycles/in heat

Diplomacy // not sfw, dub/noncon,

Zenos yae Galvus :

Sugar // warnings - not sfw, dub/noncon, blood and gore, pain, trauma

Raptus Regaliter // not sfw, violence, noncon, blood [lots of blood and violence]

Final Fantasy XV:

Ardyn Izunia:

Nightmare // warnings: not sfw, noncon, minor violence

zero-sum game // warnings: not sfw, noncon, violence

heavensent // alternate universe: angels and demons // warnings: not sfw, tentacle rape, noncon

Ravus Nox Fleuret

Last Rites // warnings: not sfw, noncon, drugging, borderline monsterfucking, slight body horror

Prompto Argentum:

technophilia // slight Noctis x reader // warnings: dub/noncon, yandere

Arkham Knight:

Jason Todd:

Trouble Man // warnings - stalking, not sfw, dubcon

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish:

Death:

grimm // warnings - explicit smut w/ a nonhuman character, noncon, death, violence, angst

One Piece Live Action:

Buggy the Clown:

Flashbang // Thirteen part series // warnings - dubcon, angst, violence, drunk/drugged sex, unhealthy relationship, child abuse, not sfw

#fire emblem three houses #fe3h #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fe dimitri x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk mahito x reader #fe claude x reader #fe sylvain x reader #fe balthus x reader #fe ferdinand x reader #fe hubert x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #fe linhardt x reader #fe yuri x reader #masterpost #my writing

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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I would just like to say that your miniseries "Twice" (baron zeno x reader) was beyond phenomenal! Your writing is beautiful, sophisticated, elegant, and makes the writing come alive as if I'm truly in the story. I have never read such a good series like yours before! The characters were believable, funny, realistic, and heart warming. The smut.... steaming but not trashy! Wonderful wonderful job!

wow thank you so much!! I'm happy you enjoyed it <3 you're too sweet!

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reeeyachi · 4 years

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CLOSED: 300 Followers Event

Wow, I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. Blame writer’s block but that aside, since I see a lot of blogs I love do this, I’m going to try it to. Also to thank you for following this hxh hoe of a blog. Ily! <3

Event: CREATE YOUR OWN FIC Anime/Manga: Hunter X Hunter only Mechanics: Simple. Create your own fic using ingredients that you personally want from the categories below, and I will cook it up for you.

We have five (5) main categories: prompt, genre 1, genre 2, characters and setting. You can only choose one (1) item per category for prompt, genre 1, genre 2 and setting; but you may choose a maximum of four (4) items from the characters category.

How to order: Send via ask using the form below and item number. For the genre category, it’s okay if you only want one genre, just leave genre 2 blank. For the character category, the Reader option must be paired with another canon character. Do let me know if you have additional notes for your order.

PROMPT: GENRE 1: GENRE 2: SETTING: CHARACTERS: ADDITIONAL NOTES:

Notes: All meals will be one-shots. Up to me how many words I’d like them to have. Up to me when I’ll post them as well. You can go as crazy as you want with your mix, but I will not entertain smut requests for and involving minor characters. All canon characters will be IC.

Oh, and another thing, I will only allow a maximum of two (2) requests per Tumblr user. Ya girl doesn’t want to fry her braincells. Okay, let’s go! Categories below the cut. Enjoy!!! <3

PROMPT (Choose only one)

Some of my fave hxh quotes and recently faved song lyrics:

“It takes a mere second for treasure to turn to trash.”

"People only find me interesting because they can't tell whether I'm serious or not."

“There are liars who only lie when there's a reason to, and there are liars who also lie without a reason.”

“Human potential for evolution is limitless.”

“When I say it doesn't hurt me, that means I can bear it.”

“Is your pride really worth throwing all of that away?”

“He's my buddy, my friend. But it wasn't until recently that I realized that.”

“If you're willing to do whatever it takes. I won't hold back.”

“I do not fear death. I fear only that my rage will fade over time.”

“You are light.“

“The only principle is that there are no principles.”

“Even the fastest eye can be fooled.”

“I won't have to show you any mercy.”

“So you’re finally... going to pay attention to me?“

“I’d have to break your spirit instead.“

“On second thoughts, will you even remember me?“

“I thought that it was worth it, to let myself just disappear.“

“I miss you, I mean it. I try not to feel it. But I can’t get you out of my head.“

“If my wishes came true, it would’ve been you.“

“And I think you should come live with me and we could be pirates.“

GENRE 1 (Choose only one)

Humor / Parody

Romance

Friendship

Hurt / Comfort

Angst

Horror

Tragedy

Supernatural

Spicy :3

GENRE 2 (Choose only one or none)

Humor / Parody

Romance

Friendship

Hurt / Comfort

Angst

Horror

Tragedy

Supernatural

Spicy:3

SETTING (Choose only one)

Hunter X Hunter universe

School

Beach

Bar

Park

Mall

House / Apartment

Museum

Streets

Front porch / terrace

Garden

Forest

Mountains

Bus terminal

Strip club

CHARACTERS (You may choose a maximum of four, minimum of one; but if you choose Reader, you must choose another canon character to pair it with)

Reader

Gon

Killua

Kurapika

Leorio

Mito

Ging

Hisoka

Illumi

Chrollo

Alluka

Pakunoda

Machi

Komugi

Meruem

Knuckle

Shoot

Ikalgo

Silva

Zeno

Kikyo

Kalluto

Milluki

Zushi

Wing

Pariston

#hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter fanfiction #reeya 300 followers event #i hope i wont regret this in the morning #also i hope that you'll send because #i just want to write that's made this #i want to write but i'm having a block help a girl out #thanks for following meeee ilyyy <3333

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notchesandbullets · 3 years

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The Princess and Her Dragons

Chapter 14: Hot and Jealous Shin-ah

Pairing: Shin-ah x Reader

Warnings: explicit smut, jealous sex, exhibitionism (slight), fingering, biting, size kink, cursing.

*requested by anon*

Words: 2.7k

Storming off into the luscious gardens, you barely even noticed the relaxing breeze that normally set you at ease, too caught up in your own frustration to notice the vibrant colors of the flowers and the soft blades of grass underneath your feet.

Groaning loudly in exasperation, you rounded a corner to the pagoda, throwing your hands up and screaming in the empty grounds as the yell ricocheted off of the stone walls of Hiryuu Castle.

You were so done with men.

At least, the ones who weren’t yours.

Huffing, you pouted to yourself and plopped down on the bench, needing to cool off before you went back.

These airhead nobles hadn’t stopped talking to you, preventing you from going back to your room and you were rapidly growing sick of playing nice. Why did your father insist on you entertaining them?

A clatter followed by a crash caught all of your attention and your head snapped up to see none other than the blue dragon.

“Shin-ah?” You called out curiously, a hint of relief painting your tone as you brushed off your skirts and stood up bashfully. “I was just—”

Your voice caught in your throat as he closed the distance between you two in five quick strides, his hand automatically cradling your face.

“Are you… okay?” He asked quietly, worry seeping in his tone as his eyes flitted over you and you blushed.

It had happened twenty minutes ago.

He had been on his way back from the library, wanting to show her the new book he found when Kija introduced him to something called ‘reading’. He found it fascinating but he was struggling with the long and complicated words and hoped that you had some time to read to him.

At least, that’s what he was hoping when he found you but the sight that greeted him was an unwelcome one to him and it made his blood boil.

You were with other men, in your fanciest dress with your hair done up all nice so much so that he would’ve been distracted by your beautiful shoulders and luscious curves of your body if it had not been for those people touching you.

Shin-ah gawked at you from where one of them had their hands on your waist at his audacity. While he knew that none of his dragon brothers or Hak were allowed to brazenly tell off the suitors in public, as instructed by the king, he didn’t know what to do with these conflicted feelings.

And while he knew that the gesture was mostly innocent, just meant to steer you in a direction that was less crowded, it lingered on your lower back for a beat longer than was considered appropriate.

He was willing to let it go until the guy grew braver and whispered something in your ear, making his hands clench at his sides as he held himself back from storming over there and disrupting the tranquil afternoon atmosphere.

On one hand, he knew that you could handle yourself. Seriously, he had seen you flip one guy over your shoulder when he got too handsy, even though you were in your nicest gown with heavy skirts.

Hak snorted so loud when he saw you toss that man twice your size onto the floor like it was nothing.

But although Shin-ah cracked a smile as Jae-ha chuckled off to the side, seeing you handle yourself at the party was one thing; but seeing you here with no protection other than a few guards, he didn’t know how to feel or if he was allowed to go over there and remove their hands from you.

Before he could decide what to do, you deliberately shoved them off yourself, yelling at them to tell them off and then you sprinted away, leaving the guests you were supposed to entertain in the dust.

Shin-ah had quickly alerted the guards of the situation, in as least amount of words as possible since he really didn’t want to talk to them, before he followed you.

At first, he wasn’t sure if you wanted to be alone or not.

But he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

Shuffling his feet, Shin-ah hid in the shadows of the castle, just in case you didn’t want company. But his eyes went wide from behind his mask when you shouted in frustration and at that point, the dragon bond told him of your distress.

And now that he knew, he could feel that you needed him, he didn’t hesitate to take you into his arms.

You sighed blissfully, as his arms wrapped around you and snuggling into his chest, you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

“Don’t worry, Shin-ah, I’m okay.” You reassured softly, nuzzling into him further when you heard how hard his heart was beating.

He hugged you tighter, his exhales making your hair stir with every relieved breath and you squeaked in surprise when he pulled you down into his lap as he abruptly sat down on the stone bench.

Your arms looped around his neck for balance and you yelped when he stuck his face close to yours.

“Y/N…” Shin-ah breathed shakily, resting his forehead against yours.

You smiled softly. “... ‘m okay.”

Now straddling his lap, you laughed slightly when he softly kissed your cheek. His eyes fluttered shut as you held him close and he was unsure at this point whether he was comforting you or you were comforting him.

Carding your fingers through his hair, you slowly displaced his mask when he didn’t make any move to push you away.

Beautiful golden eyes stared back at you with the deepest level of love and your heart instantly softened. A rosy blush was painted on his cheeks, the red marks on his cheeks nearly blending in with the shade of his flush and you giggled as you poked it.

The first time he had shown you his eyes, you had been overwhelmed by the sheer vulnerability shining in them and you had taken his cheeks, smushed them together and declared that no matter what, you would always be there beside him.

Shin-ah had sniffled, nodded and cried when you took him into your embrace and your heart shook at how much he had been through.

Which is why you were currently shocked that he was rumpling your dress in an effort to get your skirts up.

“Shin-ah!!” You chastised, torn between mortification and arousal as he pawed feebly at your hips. “What are you—”

“... Need you, please.” He begged quietly, his mouth working over the expanse of exposed skin as he slipped off the top of your dress. “Please.”

Fire burned in his loins and he needed you. Bad.

Your mouth dried at the sight of the normally so reserved blue dragon pleading for you to take care of him. His hands roamed all over your body, caressing anywhere he could reach but there was a fervor behind it that was unknown to you.

“Yeah?” You coaxed breathlessly, urging him to undress as he bunched your long skirts around your hip, lifting them up to peek at your panties underneath.

Shin-ah’s jaw went slack as he caught a glimpse of the light blue satin with a pretty lace design in front. That tent in his pants grew uncomfortably tight as his cock swelled and licking his lips, he slowly slid them to the side to expose your dripping core to his hungry eyes.

“Shin-ah!!” You exclaimed in shock but threw your head back and he sank two fingers in your weeping pussy to prep you.

Strands of hair from your fancy updo were coming undone as he continued to stroke your velvety walls, peppering butterfly kisses over your collar bone.

You mewled, arching your back into his chest, head falling down onto his shoulder as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. Breathing heavily, you tried to form words to let him know it was okay for him to go faster but you couldn’t muster it and your mouth fell open when he brushed against that spot inside you.

A shrill shriek was barely muffled in time when you clapped a hand over your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut at the onslaught of immense pleasure.

The bond that you shared with them only served to increase it, much to your desire and dismay.

From here, you knew no one would see you, as these gardens were hardly strolled by anyone else other than you; but that didn’t stop from the blood in your veins from throbbing as you realized the danger of a guard walking by to check in on you, only to see you getting fingered by the shy blue dragon.

He wasn’t so shy right now. He was downright jealous.

All his feelings from earlier made his vision blur and clouded his rationality. All he could think about was how they had no right to lay a single finger on you and he was gone. His mouth pulled back in a snarl as he fumbled to undo his robe.

He was unable to feel or hear anything else other than the blood pumping through his ears and the heavy length in his hand as he pulled it out.

Once his cock was out of his confines, your eyes widened at the sight of it resting in between your bodies and your mouth watered.

Look, you knew he wasn’t small by any means, he had put it in you before; but for some reason, it looked bigger than last time.

“S-Shin-ah?!” You squeaked, intimidated by the raw mass of it.

Your head tilted back and you moaned as he rubbed the girth over your puffy outer lips, coating it in your essence to make it easier for you to take.

No matter how many times you guys did this, he always took care of you. Hurting you was the last thing he wanted to do.

Shin-ah groaned your name softly in your ear as he hiked up your legs higher around his waist to give him better access and he shivered as your entrance made contact with his cock.

“Please.” He pleaded quietly, his voice trembling as he kept rutting against your bare pussy without inserting his shaft. “I need you.”

You whimpered, clinging to his neck and nodded desperately against his shoulder, giving your clear consent. “Yes, fuck, holy shit— please!!”

Given the go-ahead, Shin-ah fought to keep a lid on his restraint as he sank you down on his length, jerking as your hot walls gripped around him tightly.

“Ah, ngh, ah!!” Shin-ah huffed into your shoulder, fighting to hold himself back as he sank you all the way down, biting hard on your clavicle as he buried himself into you. “Mmph, Y-Y/N… ah!!”

The unexpected teeth that latched onto the curve of your neck had you pushing your chest into his as he guided you down his thick cock.

Arousal continued to trickle out of you as you heard the usually shy baby be so vocal until he was all the way inside of you and you whined, writhing against him in an effort to entice him to fuck you properly as you started to bounce up and down.

“Shi… Shin-ah,” You moaned, gyrating your hips, encouraged when a particularly loud moan ripped from his throat. “I’m ready, p-please, oh fuck, do something!!”

His cock swelled inside of you and you swore that he was going to burst before you even started.

To your surprise, he kept a firm hold on the back of your thighs and your jaw dropped as he fucked up into you.

You barely cried out before his hand slapped over your mouth, his thrusts growing sloppier as he lost his momentum and rutted into you with reckless abandonment, jostling you in his lap under the force.

Your skirts covered the activities you guys were doing but if anyone were to walk in, they’d know immediately by the suspicious movements as you bounced in his lap.

But he wasn’t going to stop.

Fueled by the white-hot jealousy that spiked through his veins the instant he saw those men put their filthy hands on you, Shin-ah snarled, fucking you harder.

You were his.

His to love. His to cherish. His to touch like this.

Hands roaming over your body under your clothes that you wore especially for this day, Shin-ah couldn’t get but get a sweet satisfaction out of seeing you writhing on top of him like this when you were supposed to be taking care of the palace guests and entertaining them like the good girl you were.

“Hnghh, Y/N,” He gasped out when you clamped down on him. “I’m close.”

You damn near screamed as he thrusted up into you with a strength that shouldn’t have been possible at this angle and you would’ve fallen off if it wasn’t for his strong arm winding around your waist in order to pin you to his body.

“Y/N,” Shin-ah panted, voice hot and heavy in your ear and your thighs trembled. “You’re mine, right? You belong to us.”

Mewling, you nodded, eyes slipping shut as he pounded up into you with such vigor that he nearly unseated you several times in the process. His hips snapped into your ass, each slap barely audible under the heavy skirts and you had a fleeting thought of how it was even possible for him to fuck you like you weighed nothing but the euphoria that coursed through your veins overpowered all comprehensive thoughts, turning them into mush.

“Yes, yes, yes,” You mewled, half-conscious at the speed his girth was stretching you out. You felt so full, completely stuffed with his cock. “... ‘m all yours.”

His breathing grew ragged and his thrusts became sloppier, pumping you on his length once, twice more before he was struggling to hold it back until he felt you were about to cum.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “Shin-ah—”

His golden eyes were nearly black, filled with pure desire for you and you whined, raking your nails across his back as he rocked you mercilessly back and forth on his cock. Locking your lips together, he moaned when your tongue slipped into his cavern.

Overwhelmed by how hard he kissed you and how hot he was pulsating inside of your channel, you panted against his mouth when he broke the kiss. “I-I love you so much, fuck—”

Shin-ah’s eyes screwed shut at those words and burying himself deep inside of you, he came hard. His release triggered yours and you bit down on his shoulder to stifle the scream that tore from your lungs.

You trembled uncontrollably on top of him, thighs squeezing his hips as the high crashed over you.

Shin-ah whimpered as your hot walls convulsed around him, milking rope after thick rope of cum from his cock, shooting it deep inside of you. His fingers dug into your hips and he kissed you sloppily, disoriented from how sensitive he was balls-deep inside of you.

He didn’t pull out of you right away, opting to stay buried in your sweet cunt until your skin grew clammy and the sweat dried on your face.

“Shin-ah,” You whined childishly as you came back down from the spontaneous orgasm he had just given you in your favorite garden. “Wha… What was that about?”

Winding his arms around you, he nuzzled into your chest, suddenly feeling shy.

“What?” You giggled as he mumbled something from between your breasts, carding your fingers through his hair to soothe him. “You wanna repeat that for me?”

Heat crept up his neck but he blinked up at you owlishly, love reflected in the depths of his eyes that had returned back to their beautiful and striking golden color.

“I love you, too.” Shin-ah echoed softly.

A wide smile broke out on your face and you bit your lip.

“Yeah?” You laughed as he carefully rearranged your dress back over your shoulders and draped the skirts over your legs.

Your lips ghosted over the shell of his ear, curling in a smirk against the soft cartilage cheekily.

“It’s a good thing I’m all yours then.”

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