A Suitable Alternative
A Suitable Alternative
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Summary: When the inquisitors are caught assaulting Lord Vaders darling little engineer two things happen. 1. Vader swiflty teaches his underlings a lesson. And 2. The sith lord finally puts his little one in her place. Which unbeknownst to her is beside him.
Warnings: yandere!vader, Suitless!Vader (as in not clinically needed) , possessive!Vader, attempted sexual assault, swearing, canonical violence, threats, coercive & obsessive behaviour, semi forced relationship.
A/N: *insert ben affleck smoking meme here* Like what do i say about this? Incase you didnt already know I love a dark yandere tropes. Powerful Posessive men who will fuck up anyone who touches their darling. So yeah. Backtrack about a week i decided to pop starwars prequel on for background noise then kind of... watched it, then watched Kenobi. Anakin is prety much the definition of a soft obsessive yandere. And vader? Psychotic yandere. And well this is what you get, i genuinely couldnt help it. Enjoy my fuckery while i go yeet myself off a bridge and look for my moral compass. 👋😀
You whined, squirming uncomfortably your torso pressed tightly to the table. Tears blurred your vision as you struggled, the chubby face of your tormenter split into a wide grotesque grin. He was seated infront of you pleased with himself. Chuckling to himself before leaning back as he used the force to hold your frail form bent over the table, leaving you vulnerable to the others in the room.
"Aww dont cry, isnt this what you like? The power? The invisible holding you in position? Im sure your used to this? Being bent over like a little bitch" he teased, the others chuckled. Even the gaurds snickered at you. You hissed shaking your head still desperately fighting the force that held you still. But it was no use you were stuck.
"N-no i told you! Theres nothing; stop it! Please!" You cried out, not above begging the fifth brother for some leniency. You knew that your arrival had put a few noses out of joint. Many who spent their lives groveling at the feet of lord vader envied you. The interest the lord had in you roused jealousy and anger.
It wasnt like you had done anything, the terrifying male just didn't ignore you as he did others, nor did he threaten or scold you. Youd done nothing to earn a scolding. Perhaps that was the problem? Because your dealings with the sith lord were secret, so according to the inquisitors and troops you hadnt done anything deserving of his attention. Little did they know you had simply done your job in the background. You served Lord Vader just like them, followed orders given to you. Rumors were rampant and everyone seemed to believe you were some kind of whore.
They hissed filthy things in the corridors as you passed, subtly pointing to you and making vulgar hand gestures before laughing, all the while staring at you like meat. Many thought you had been privileged enough to see him without his suit and won his favor serving him on your back. All of this talk because of you survived his interest for more then a few weeks.
It wasnt like that at all. As always the truth is much more boring then the tall tales whispered in the corridors. In actual fact you were an engineering apprentice. Your unsure how or why but lord vader had seen your personal schematics for new bionic prostetics, ones youd been designing for your sister who'd had a nasty accident when you were a child. He had been impressed by the design and had commissioned you to make one for him. And so you did. You made a state of the art prostetic and fitted it for him. That was all, youd measured him, made it and had been observed cloesly by the sith as you worked, he seemed weary of trusting you at first. You could understand it, you were makingnhim a new limb. but he soon realised that you would consult him everystep of the way without having to be spied upon. your task came to a very lackluster end, you were summoned each night for a week to install and configure it, making final adjustments to it untill it was perfect. And after that were simply sent on your way with a large sum of credits you didnt know what to do with.
It probably didnt help that since that week of evening visits the sith lord made a point to greet you in the halls when he saw you, sometimes a quick nod, other times stopping to ask about projects or give you new orders, usually to do with small issues onboard his ships.
These small interactions didnt go unnoticed, but before you could see the growing animosity in his closest underlings the sith lord had made a habit of checking up on you once a week. He seemed to treat his visits like a reprieve, for a an hour or so he could forget his responsibilities and investigate your latest projects, share thoughts on upgrades to the fleet or codeing on the ships mainframe. He even toyed with the idea of having you look into weaponry for him. You quickly found that he was quite advanced with engineering and coding he seemed to have an affinity for more then just the force. And honestly it made you relax around him, it was easier to forget who he was when your discussing technical advancements. Youd even go as far to say you developed a friendship with him, allbeit a very insignificant long distance one.
The issues surrounding gossip only became apparent when vader needed an impromptu sensitivity adjustment to his hand, his hydraulics had almost crushed his lightsaber in battle and that could not happen again. So he dropped into your tiny personal chop shop on the dark destroyer unannounced. And he was unimpressed to say the least declareing the space was too cramped for talent such as yours and that you needed a bigger space work. That night youd been moved in to his biggest ship; the executor. And given a captains quaters, roomy with its own wash room and new huge workshop to tinker in.
"Oh no, a lie? I wonder what he does to you when you spout lies?" The fifth brother rose with another cackle, a high pitched wheezing laugh of a weak man. He pressed forward, palms flat on the table before you, scoffing down at you.
"I dont; we dont even! Please let me go! I havent done anything!" You panicked craning your head as much as you could with your neck cramping from pressure behinde it. Tears glazing your eyes but you refused to let them fall. This was your fault, you'd come to the meeting room intent on waiting for lord vader to inform him of a new code youd been asked to develop.
Vader had asked you to investigate a possible track and trace protocol that could be useful to the control room. Youd managed to create something better. Discovering a way to automatically target hackers and implant spyware into the assailants system not only ravaging their communication but also relaying all data to the executors own systems.
In your excitement youd sought out lord vader, forgetting that the only true safe places for you on this ship were your quarters and workshop. And thats when you were unceremoniously dragged into the room and the taunting began.
"Oh, you would have us believe your not whoreing yourself out to him? Honestly its laughable. So pathetic, you think we dont notice. That we dont see his favor of you? Perhaps we can share in his delights-" the words were venom, spat at you with greed and loathing. A sinister promise below them as he began rounding the table in your direction.
"NO! NOOO! STOP LET ME GO!" You screamed trying to shake his hand away as his palm landed on your shoulder skimming your back making your skin crawl. You sobbed trying the thrash as the fifth brothers hand moved over you, following the dip in your back heading south with intent. You struggle, fighting as much as you could as the inquisitors hands roamed you, squeezing, rubbing and pinching making crude comments to the others about what a comfortable ride you must be. All the while you begged for him to stop. Threats of what would happen when vader found out were on the tip of your tongue. But fear of your own retribution should you use your lord in such a way made you bite your tongue.
You felt it before you heard anything, the atmosphere changed. The room grew cold and a sense of anticipation hung in the air as the door behind you opened. Everyone froze as the mechanical breathing of your lord cut through the room leaving no doubt to who had just waled in. It was clear no one had thought this through. You could almost hear their panicked thoughts wondering how they didn't feel him coming? But then again it was lord vader, if he didnt want to be detected he wouldnt be, it was part of his arsenal.
You heard him pause at the door, his feet planted to the floor in what could only be him taking in the sight before him.
You felt a shame youd never experienced before wash over you hearing your lords breaths break through the silence. You stayed pinned down face flaming in mortified defeat as you knew he was staring at you pitifully bent over the table. Your ass though covered by your uniform was still displayed,and in your mind a little too large to feel decent bent over like this. Your tears finally fell as your lord saw first hand how truley weak you were. It was soul crushing to think this may be the moment the sith finally realised how pathetic you were.
You bit your lip, holding your breath for a moment waiting for what ever was to come next, resigning yourself to the fate lord Vader chose. A laugh, taunting? Disappointment? Or maybe lord vader will simply ignore your situation and abandon you, let the fifth brother continue as he pleased.
"What. Is. This?" The words were distorted, almost lost in translation despite being spoken slowly between breaths. You could almost say the voice coded words sounded angry. No one made a move to answer him, probably because you all knew he wasn't asking whats going on, he was asking for an explanation. He wanted to know who and what had instigated such an attack. He wanted to see if anyone would lie. It was. Test, a challenge noone accepted.
You expected to hear a plethora of excuses, stuttering words or apologies. Hell even a ridiculous 'she attacked me' lie. But no. Instead you heard the inquisitors fearful gasps, they crouched and jerked back from their lord. Cowering. Had you not still been held down you too would have buckled under the quick, scalding burst of rage that permeated the air making it thick and painfull to breath. Or perhaps it was just your fearful anxiety that was threatening to suffocate you. You felt the darkness seeping into the room, a rageing tidal wave of fury and disgust, you dread to think what it felt like to the other force sensitve occupants.
The need and rage rolled into one as Vader finally spied what was causing the commotion. He made sure to pluck the force in the room with a vengeful malice, pressing his anger into the threads of the inquisitors own force making them each take a scuttle back in fear.
Vader tolerated many things on his fleet that he probably shouldn't. The occasional celebration, small quantities of alcohol hell he granted sick leave when people clearly faked their illness. He even overlooked some force sensitive stormtroopers, going as far as to mask them with his own force signiture when palpantine decided to visit. He would turn a blind eye to them aslong as they were loyal to him. Yes. He allowed these things to slip past the net so to speak, he never wanted to be as restrictive as the jedi.
But assaulting a young female who served him was not something he would allow.
Especially when its his favourite woman in the entire fleet. A young engineer who had enhanced his bionic hand to the point it no longer caused him pain once attatched.
He had grown fond of his little engineer. You were a marvel to behold, new concepts and technology seemed to just pour from you when you began tinkering or coding, you seemed to do the impossible. It hadnt taken him long to come to the conclusion that you were worth the time and effort. He could give you the means to make great things, you could innovate and modify his own fleet of ships and grant him an edge which they currently lacked.
But in the time he had indulged you, he had become somewhat attached, lines had been blurred. He told himself it was to manipulate you. That he needed to get close to bend you to his will without threats of violence;they would make you nervous and bring about mistakes which he did not want to deal with.
And he also wanted to understand this new odd darkness he felt. It was almost like Anakin and vader combined into this depraved poisonous yet protective longing. He wanted you. All of you, he wanted to crawl inside of your mind and occupy your every thought, to have your heart for himself and be your entire reason for living. He wanted to keep you mind, body and soul, to own you. To never allow anyone to ever see or speak to you. He needed to be your everything.
And most confusing of all? He wanted to protect you. Sheild you from any who would dare harm you. Not out of sentiment, or maker forbid love. But because you were his. You belonged to him, why would he allow anyone to tarnish what is rightfully his? He always belived his protective urges were because you were small. Defenceless and naive, much like padme. There was a quiet reverence to you he had come to appreciate and crave. He coveted your admiration, fed off of it.
He knew he was toeing the line. He was more attached to you then he would like to admit. He was bordering possessive, he didnt like you being far from him, which was the reason for moving you onto his own ship. He'd thought it would be enough to have you on the executor, walking the same halls never being too far from him, he'd made certain your clearance never allowed you to wander into the bowels of the ship. You were contained to a quadrant spanning five levels and six hundred metres squared. Not that you had realised that yet.
But having you here handlt quelled his obsessive need for you, and so he had still been keeping a close eye on you. Shadowing you, checking your movements during the day by tracing your unique access code. And when he had a spare few moments he'd hunt you down and give you random meaningless tasks just so he had a reason to give you orders inperson. Not that you seemed to notice. Or if you did, you didnt mind.
It was your ignorance to his odd behaviour that spurred him on. Excited him even, you were someone who accepted his dominance without question or complaint. Not in a fearful sense either. You didnt cower from him, your life force didnt tremble or try to resist him when his own prodded at you. There was just a calm understanding there, you accepted his might. Even when the power radiating off of him was suffocating, you still sat there obediently, loyally waiting his next command without trying to escape his presence. It was refreshing to not have to pretend, or put on hiers and graces. He could be the rough, demanding and powerfull man he was, without judgment. Which was more he could say for padme. And unlike padme you were far too meak and loyal to ever think of crossing him. You wont abandon him, you wont stab him in the back, you were a suitable alternative to padme, because you already accepted him the way he was.
It pleased him. You pleased him. And you will continue to please him as he sees fit.
Vader hovered by the door for a moment assessing the scene once more commiting it to memory. It was very rare he had to do a double take to actually belive his own eyes, but this was one of those rare occasions. And the fool whod dare touch his engineer was to shell shocked to remove his hands. It would seem he really did have to do everything around here. Oh well.
There was a beat of cruel anticipation, violence echoed silence in the room. And then you felt rather than heard a lightsaber rush across your back. You yelped out in surprise as heat engulfed your spine, uncomfortably hot like your skin was on the cusp of sun burn, yet not actually damaging you. There was a second scream accompanying yours. The fifth brother screeched an agonising blood curdling pained scream. And you felt something hit your back, the weight of the force was lifted instantly. You took a breath and jerked upright so fast you had to hold the table to stop yourself from falling over. You peered to your right only to stumble back a step as you saw what happened. And more importantly what had landed on you.
"Oh;oh god" you covered your mouth seeing the fifth brother panicking on the floor withering in pain holding up his arms to his face unable to belive what he was seeing. Your stomach turned as you saw the violent sight. Two cautorized stumps adorning each arm, a diagonal cut across each. And the hands that had tormented you were twitching on the floor loosing their colour, fading to a deathly blue.
"My lord you? His hands?" You whispered, trembling as you realised those hands had been what fell on to your back. Severed hands! Your chest tightened as your eyes roamed the sight of the whithering man before you. You vaguely heard the sound of lord vaders lightsaber retracting, but didnt react, far to focused on the sight before you.
With a slight yelp and jolt you pivoted as Vader approach you, closing the last few inches. But he did not allow you to move, one gloved hand pressing into your side keeping your back to him. You felt his fingers twitch as he held you stil.
He relished in the feel of finally touching you openly, cursing his suits thick gloves wanting to feel your supple flesh with his own skin. But he also enjoyed the intimidation his suit provided him. It was the only reason he wore it, the fear factor.
Your breath hitched as vaders hand dug into your side firmly easing you back into him. His huge frame shadowing yours, so close his cloak was falling around your own shoulders as his body skimmed yours.
"Hush little one." He ordered lightly. You peered over your shoulder flicking your gaze to him and then back to the floor holding your breath for a moment swallowing down your panic with a firm nod and released a slow breath, edging yourself away from an all out anxiety attack with practiced ease.
"Good girl. Always soo obedient, soo loyal. Youd never defy me would you?" You could hear the grin in his words, the pridful taunting thats prodded the others in a veiled threat. Vader moved his hands cross you, tucking one arm arcross your waist completely aligning your body with his. Making a show of holding you as close to him as possible.
You flushed keeping your eyes on his mask not wanting to be seen as rude. Though it was hard to maintain your gaze with your heart stuttering in your chest. You merely shook your head silently at his question. No, youd never defy him. Never, you looked up to him. So much so you felt it was him who should be emperor, after all it was vader who lead the troops, vader who fought and won the battles. It was vader who people feared and respected. He got his hands dirty and was actually fighting for something. Palpantine just seemed to make decrees and force others to do his bidding.
"Its a shame others dont follow suit. To think my own inquisitors sought to steal from me, right under my nose on my own ship" he continued speaking. Completely ignoring the other inquisitors as they still stood cowering on the far end of the table, making sure to keep their distance and avoid their lords anger. You didnt have time to fully register his words before he was speaking once more, berating his servant's whilst not giving them any of his actual attention both punishing and Insulting them.
"They believed i would allow them to sully you with no consequences. They feel that they are indispensable. Yet you have done more for me then all of them combined" you flushed absentmindedly shaking your head and tried to tuck into yourself and hide your face at the soft praise. You knew it was to rub salt into the wound, to embarrass them. These great force weilding soldiers were less usefull then a silly weak engineer that hadn't even finalised her training.
"I had thought i could trust them with you. That their so called loyalty to me would prevail over their jealousy. It seems i have over estimated them. They are not loyal, but frightened. They have no respect, just fear" vaders words were a harsh taunt, turning sinister and vicious with an air of mocking and dark sarcasm that he was known for throught out the fleet.
"And rightly so." You heard more fearful inhales from the others in the room,but you couldnt bring yourself to acknowledge them. You didnt dare disrespect your lord by disregarding his attention in favor of those who were so far below him.
"M-my lord i would have stopped, i was teasing Ugh-gagh!" Your head snapped up to the fifth brother as he stupidly opened his mouth and tried to defend his actions. You flintched as your lord moved, arm snapping out infront of you and the fith brother gurgled on his own words, choking.
"She is not yours to tease or torment" you watched in a horrified fascination as vaders hand fingers curled slightly. It looked like he was commanding a puppet, tugging invisible strings, choking the fifth brother slowly. Youd admit it was terrifying to behold, youd never seen this before and to be so close? You were conflicted. It was like watching a crash, you knew what was to come, you should look away but you couldnt. Something in you wanted to see it.
"Perhaps you should offer an apology? My little one is merciful. She is one for granting second, third and fourth chances" vader teased, enjoying dangling a bone infront of such an undeserving mutt. A thrill shot up your spine as you realised he was doing this for you baiting the dying man just to let you have a moment of retribution. Though being the cruel man he was vader made sure to tighten his grip. To cut off any sounds this squeeling little pig would try to make. And he did try to plead his case, eyes flicking to you begging for mercy.
You shivered pressing back into vader as the scene continued to unfold. Even when this man was dying you were afraid of him. And yet you weren't afraid of the sith lord commiting the act. Vader had to be provoked, you reasoned to yourself trying to fend off the uncomfortable thoughts trying to arise. After all vader had mentioned in passing about entering minds to gather information. You wonder if he could read your thoughts in real time.
"No? Well then" vaders dealthy teasing took an amused tone. He was enjoying this for a change. Especially when you released a soft half giggle under your breath at his dark sarcasm. It was irronically entertaining as your once powerful assailant made to grab his throat with two stumps. His eyes widened in true panic as he realised there was no way he could escape, he couldnt even claw at the grip tightening around his throat. You vaguely noticed that he was still firmly on the ground, which for some reason made you think it was somehow worse? It was one thing to be choked lifted from the floor, kicking your feet helplessly. But another sadistic torment to be choking on nothing whislt on the ground trying to clutch at your throat with no hands.
Vader hummed in approval at your minute glee, he always sensed a tiny dark spec on your pristine soul. You craved justice, to the point you enjoyed karma. You liked watching the odds get evened out. He even toyed with the possibility of that being why you were so loyal to him. That you looked to him as that balanceing force. The one to even the odds in the galaxy. It filled him with a delicious heat to think deep down you enjoy the way he was punishing your attacker. He felt righteous and godly as you relaxed into his hold watching the life slowly drain from someone who had made you beg and cry for mercy.
Your eyes locked onto the fifth brother as his body finally succumb to lord vader. He collapsed in a heap on the floor beside his hands. You arched back instinctively not wanting to touch the body.
"It is a pity. He was adequate in the force. Useful. But i will not ignore such an insult. Though while we are here let us make this a learning experience" his voice quivered with anticipation, not that his voice coder would give away his excitement.
You gasped, hands flying to the thick leather clad arm wrapped around you,clutching him as he moved you. Spinning around hoisting you off of the ground so he could keep you against him as he turned on the horrified inquisitors. It was when vader began speaking again you flush and willed yourself to dissappear, making yourself seem smaller against him. The others stared at you in a looks of shock, anxiety and disdain.
"This is mine. She belongs to me and me alone. And anyone who looks at her, let alone touches her without my permission will be..." vader explained making sure there was no mistake. He paused with a glance to the corpse before quipping his final amused remark.
"Decommissioned. Am i understood?" The hissed question snapped you back to reality and you began answering, only to catch yourself, covering your mouth with your hands when you realised he wanst actually talking to you. You felt rather then heard him huff a light chuckle against your back, the light humming was followed by a light squeeze against your tummy.
"Yes lord vader" the chorus of affirmation seemed to satisfy him and he placed, you back ont the floor, and took half a step back, yet still hovered closer then was needed.
"Good. If i were you I'd make sure to complete your asigned tasks before my return. Come along little one. We have much to discuss" and with that he turned on his heel and began exiting the room.
"Y-yes my lord" you squeaked quickly following him wanting to escape the inquisitors now hateful gaze.
You kept your head down, eyes fixed on the floor following the dark cape skimming the floor in front of you. You tried not to think of what had just happened. You didnt want to relive the ordeal or try to excuse any of it. You knew you'd overthink everything. Especially the way lord vader had held you so closely. The way he'd defended you so fiercely, how he'd not even just disposed of fifth brother, but mutilated him first with his lightsaber. Which he only ever ignited when truly angry or readying for battle.
Your heart jumped in your chest at that particular thought, if he was angered that meant he cared? Meant that you held some form of worth to him? Your stomach joy rushing through you. Youd admit to holding a fondness for your lord. Your admiration of of him had slowly grown into Something reminiscent of a school girl crush... only a very gaurded and respectful variation of a crush. Afterall he was your lord, a sith and the most unpredictable yet powerfull man in the galaxy. You had to be careful.
"You are unharmed?" The words spooked you as he finaly broke the silence and you looked around startled. So lost in your thoughts you hadnt paid much attention to your suroundings. Not that you needed to, everyone made way for lord vader in the halls, so you didnt need to be too aware when following him.
But had you been paying attention you might not have been so stunned when you realised you were in a huge living quarters. A sprawling expanse of black glistening tiles, black matte walls inlayed with glowing beams of light illuminating an array of practical dark furniture scattered pleasantly across the space. Frosted tinted glass acted as partition walls seperating various areas and a partiality concealed a bed room off to the far side of course the huge bed was also draped in a mix of black and maroon silk and velvet sheets.
The room was dwarfed by a window peaking out into the expanse of space, it stretched across the entire quarters in aligned sections. It reminded you of the one in the pilots control center, only this one was almost floor length. It took you a few moments to realise you may have just been lead into lord vaders private chambers.
"Y-yes my lord, thanks to you. I;" you uttered uncomfortably trying to bite down the slight panic at being brought here. Not that you thought he would kill you, it was just odd. Vader was above all unpredictable.
Glancing forward you frowned and took another slow step forward. He had disappeared, venturing deeper into the sprawling space whilst you appraised the decor. In your anxiety you began turning, trying see where vader had gone. Sensing your trepidation he called out to you, beckoning you to him.
"This way little one" you followed his voice only to pause stunned in to silence as your eyes laid on him. He had stepped away from the main open living area into a half concealed office. His back turned to you. But thats not what made you pause. No, it was when you saw his hands clasp his mask and free it from his head. A mane of wavy hair fell to his neck and he drew a deep breath as if thankfull to be free of the constricting head piece.
Your brain seemed to stutter, stalling as words died on your tongue and your mouth hand open for a moment. You never thought youd be privileged enough to see your lords true visage. It was a fantasy not even you had toyed with. Not even when you had been working on his hand, skimming the skin of his arm delicatly as you directed him to twist this way and that so you could concentrate on the connections.
He kept his back to you, slowly removing his gloves, one hand coming to his face obviously nipping the tip of a finger to remove a glove and then the second heavy leather joined its twin on the desk.
"Im pleased the inquisitors didnt cause any damage. It seems i should have kept a closer eye on you. Your far too delicate to let roam. The others think they are safe, belive me when i tell you they are not. They will pay their penance in time" you shuddered greedily lapping up his honeyed tone. Why was his soft voice more menacing then the deep voice recorder and harsh breaths?
It was unsettling, the way you could have been lulled easily from the gentle yet authoritative tone. His demand for respect was so ingrained into him you couldnt help but listen as he spoke. Though at the threat lacing his words you faltered slightly, you did feel somewhat responsible for the incident.
"It was my fault my lord. I had gone looking for you to deliver the new security codeing. You said once i finished to find you and i should have known not to approach the meeting room when the inquisitors;" you tried to argue, though you were unsure why you felt as if everything was your fault. Afterall you couldnt control the inquisitors, and they didnt exactly deserve your mercy after standing by and letting that wretch almost have his way with you for no other reason then jealousy.
"Do not try to make excuses for their deceite. You are above such foolishness" the order was harsh and swift stopping your explanation in its tracks as you tried to take the blame. The ire in his tone and way he flicked off his cloak violently made you bite your lip remaining silent. You peaked up at him hearing him cross the space.
My god. He was a devil. A frightening handsome devil. His face had softer features then you thought. Beautiful and cherub like. Yet there was a sinister undertone to him, a powerful gaze. Yellow eyes, they were haunting in a way, so unique but only enhanced the dark beauty he possesed.
He paused before you, drawing a deep breath tilting his face and concentrated on you. His yellow gaze penetrated you. You could almost feel him burrowing into you, as if he was searching your soul for something. Trying to unravel you and collect your secrets. What ever he found must have pleased him. His face split into a grin and his hands raised, one cupping either side of your face making you look at him. You didnt flinch, you didnt ever gasp as his cool bionic palm cupped your cheek. All you could do was blink up at him owlishly, unsure what he expected from you. But even through your shock you did take comfort in his happiness, feeling yourself smile back up at him.
"You are indispensable to me, you will be moved here where i can keep a close watch over you." His words were alight with a strange glee. You gasped when he tipped his own head to yours his nose skimming yours. You felt slightly uncomfortable, he seemed off? Not that you claimed to know him, because in all honesty you knew very little. He'd allowed you to uncover small details in your time spent together. But you couldnt help feel he was acting out of character. Your interaction felt foreboding, like there was something just around the corner that he was slowly leading up to. That he had a plan for you that could be something wonderful, or incredibly unsettling.
"From now on you are to be by my side at all times outside of these quarters and you workshop. I trust nothing and no one with you. This incident will not repeat itself because you strayed from me. Am i understood." The order came with its own slight chastisement. A light warning laced in the vaguely possesive words.
"Of course my lord" you didnt hesitate. He grinned, eyes darkening with a pridful victory. It was only in this moment, this final test where he truley revealed himself to you that he had realised his true victory. Your obedience to him was second nature, he'd cultivated it. Made sure his authority over you was absolute. That his dominion over you was indisputable, whether he was in his feared suit or out of it. Youd agree to anything he suggested, and youd do it of your own accord with no need for threats or violence.
He chuckled lightly befor dragging your head down and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. The action stole your breath and before you could even wonder over the unprompted affection he had stepped back releasing you completely from his hold and turned motioning for you to take a seat in the communal living area.
"You are not disagreeing. Such a good girl. My good girl. You can see i do not have the patience for such frivolous games today" his giddy words were thrown over his shoulder whilst he rounded one of the sofas and then he sat heavily, releasing a sigh as he took the weight off of his feet. You followed him, somewhat in a daze, growing more confused by the second. But dutifully followed him and sat on the spot he patted next to him. Obeying the unspoken demand to sit as close to him as possible.
"I am pleased that the circulating gossip has not hindered your resolve or frightened you off" he continued the conversation as if it were nothing substantial. Like he hadnt just thrown you for a loop and shook you to your core with unwarranted, yet not unwelcome affecton.
"Yo-You heard those?" You stuttered trying not to falter as you held the conversation, you didnt want to disappoint him now. Especially when he was behaving so unpredictably. Youd seen his face, you were a loose end now, you knew some of his best kept secrets. It was humbling and exciting, but even in your excitement you understood the danger you could have stumbled into.
"Indeed. Though i did not confirm or deny such things, i belived if others thought you were mine it may offer you some form of extra protection when my back was turned. I was mistaken" he shifted plcing an arm around your shoulder and pulled you to him. He didnt seem to want to let you go, literally. He'd never shown this type of affection to you before today, youd never had any inclination that he was one to seek out this kind of touching. But he couldnt seem to help it, and he didnt seem to be stopping anytime soon. You flushed as a tiny voice in the back of your mind could barely contain her shy approval. You certainly didnt mind him holding you.
"My lord i; i didnt. I never told anyone that we were? Involved or or anything. I didnt mention what i was summoned for. It was no ones business. I did deny all rumours- or at least tried;" you tried to explain, fearful that he thought you wer e trying to climb rank useing his authority. You sat up, pulling away from him as you spoke wanting to make eye contact with him so he could see the truth in your eyes. But something engulfed you. A pressure pinning you to his side, firmly encouraging you to lean on his chest and tuck your head below his. You whined realising he was useing the force to position you. Your whimpers were quietened down by him hushingyou, his hand rubbing your arm soothingly. It was when you stopped fighting that the pressure left your body.
"I am well aware you had nothing to do with the gossip. Unfortunately such things happen on board all vessels. There is nothing we can do to quell them. Even if i had wanted to." He hummed, his hand rising from your shoulder to twist a lock of your hair and tuck it behind your ear.
"You look shocked." He stated with a deep chuckle, amused by your stunned silence. But continued to distract himself with your hair, knuckles grazing your neck whilst his fingers twisted the soft locks.
"I, yes, well... did you not want to stop the rumours? i dont understand" you mnaged to whisper quietly, stumbling over your words trying to make atleast one coherent sentence and not look a fool.
"Understand? what is there to understand? I am not blind. You are an attractive young woman. You have a brilliant mind and submissive personality as well as being loyal, true loyaltyis a rare find in the empire. I am not adverse to the idea of keeping you for myself." He uttered casually, treating the topic like something as mundane as the weather. It almost became a monologue, him listing his feelings methodically, speaking them aloud like he'd only just rationalised them.
"Infact i thought i made a compelling argument with the inquisitors. I do hope there is no confusion on your part" your stomach dropped , reality settling like a rock in your chest. You couldnt help feeling there was still more to this. A sinister undertone had crawled into his final words. But you couldnt discern if he ws actually threatening you, or is he was genuinely asking you if he had made himself clear.
"Well i? Yes? No? I; im sorry but i dont completely understand? When you say keep me to yourself? Do you mean as an underling?" Your resolve quivered when he threw his head back and bellowed a laugh, one hand dropping to his stomach as he did so.
"Oh sweet angel, you truly are a naive little thing arent you?" He teased lightly through his amusement shaking his head to rid himself of the remaining laugher threatening to escape him. You shrunk face glowing a bright red, unsure if he'd just complimented or insulted you. He felt your embarrassed pout and glanced down at you tipping your head up to face him smirking down at you with mischief.
"But to answer your question, under or on top. It makes no difference as long as i am your only partner, a will not share, you are mine to fuck and fill." Your jaw dropped. No. What? No he couldnt have meant? Surely not! He chuckled again sending you a devilsh look, soaking up the innocent shock and riseing flush on your face. He enjoyed your reaction to his vulgarity, he noted the way you tremble, your thighs tensing. He was tempted to brush overthem and drawmmore sweet breaths from you, let you taste what was to come. But he also knew he needed to make himself clear first. Youd probably have a heart attack if he didnt allow you time to register your new-found role.
"Speechless? Fear not there will be plenty of time for us to explore such things now that you will reside here along side me" he soothed pressing the two fingers to your chin, closing your mouth which only furthered you embarrassment. And he wasnt finished, it seemed he very much enjoyed making you squirm and continued.
"Rest assured I have no intentions on rushing you little one. Though your new uniform will be here by morning and i will make it known that there is a lady Vader on board. Should anyone be confused i will enlighten them personally" you didnt pay mind to the mention of new uniform, no. Instead the title of lady vader echoed in your head like a mantra, you were so stunned by it you almost missed the blatant threat of violence that followed.
"Wha- wait? You really mean to? You wish to be with me intimately?" Your voice cracked, making you clear your throat whislt trying to collect your thoughts that were running wild. The images of you and him tangled in the huge bed youd spied earlier were almost too much for you to bare. You tensed your legs trying not to think about having such a powerfull man ravage you, how he could possibly use his immense power to his advantage in the bedroom.
"It has been my plan yes. You captured my attention, my intrest. And have not disappointed me like so many others. slowly my feelings have morphed into affection, need. A desire for companionship. Something i have not felt for a very long time. I will not waste this opportunity, we will wed soon enough" with that he had finally revealed his intentions. You drew a deep breath trying to keep the air in your lungs and not squeak pitifully like a cornered mouse. You knew it, you were right, he did infact have a masterplan for you.
At your panicked silence vader grew defensive. His aura thickened and the room seemed to darken and cool as the seconds ticked by. He curled his fingers pinching your chin firmly drawing your attention back to him.
"I decided you will remain by my side. And i warn you now, whether you are inclined to agree with me is irrelevant. The decision was made long ago little one" his words grew icey, eyes sharpening to dreadfully observant daggers. You swallowed, nodding to him feeling a fright you hadnt felt since your first few encounters with the sith.
"I understand my lord. So i will stay here? And shadow you?" You agreed trying tp placate him and calm whatever frustration was building in him. You had no objections. Youd do as he asked gladly, you were just blindsided and surprised. If only you had the courage to admit that and voice your feelings.
Whatever darkness washed over him faded quickly and his face relaxed from an eerily calm anger, to a soft contented smile. Your quick compliance and following curiosity seemed to have quelled whatever darkness had arisen inside of him.
"Yes. We will spend a majority of our time together, either here on my fleet or my home on mustafa." You nodded slowly taking it in. The reality, this was happening. He had planned your life, planned your relationship, and the way he was so self assured in his ideas for your future showed that he had thought this through, played with the idea long enough to work around any issues tht might arise. Youd also made sure not to flinch at the mention of that terrifying planet. It was somewhere you'd never want to visit, but you doubt you'd get a choice in the matter.
"And my work? I mean will i still...after we are? wed?" You inquired wanting to pull the conversation away from mustafa. But also clarify exactly what your lord had instore for you. His face lit up, youd pleased him by insinuating your upcoming nuptials. Quietly accepting the future he had planned.
"I would never impede your personal growth. You are free to keep your workshop. And i will give you tasks to keep you occupied when i am away on business" you closed your eyes in relief. He may have sprung this on you and expect you to obey him without complaint. But atleast he wasnt going to lock you up and let you suffer bordem. Youd have some freedom.
"Thank you my lord, your words mean alot to me. I fear what would happen if i was left with nothing to do" you quickly voiced your appreciation. Still hesitant but compliant, your lord had made up his mind, and you were not going to tempt fate by arguing. You were however going to try and explain yourself. The last thing you wanted was for him to doubt your loyalty and obedience.
"A-and just? For what it is worth I... i am inclined to persue this relationship my lord. I was just shocked earlier, i meant no disrespect. I didnt mean to anger you. I am sorry if i upset you"
"Apology accepted" he hummed dragging you to lie on his chest once more. This time his arms coiling around you protectively. You melted into him. Despite having the beejeezus scared out of you moments ago you couldnt help but give into him. This had been what youd fantasised about hadnt it? Being held by your lord? Having him trust you, showing you affection and being special to him. Although you admit this was much better then your late night guilty pleasures. Not only was he holding you so sweetly, he had trusted you enough to let you see what lies beneath his mask. As ridiculous as it sounded, you couldnt help feeling that you could be happy with him, despite how intimidating he could be.
Still you couldnt help but want to make things right. To reassure him and smooth over any lingering unpleasant thoughts he may have over your silence earlier.
"It just caught me unawares. I admire you and was surprised by your words. I can admit to harbouring a crush on you. Even before today, but i never thought that..." you trailed off slowly conveying your thoughts wordlessly, trying your best to find a solace. A stability in the new situation you found yourelf in. His quick temper had shaken you, youd never had such a misstep with him before. And you didnt want to repeat it.
"Then that just makes for a happy ending doesnt it little one. Come we will eat and then rest. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day" he rose from the sofa taking your hand pulling you along side him gently.
"But in the end it will be worth it for you to watch the colour drain from my inquisitors faces when they see you take your place beside me" he lamented with a twisted grin thinking about the fun he was going to have tormenting those pathetic mutts.
You couldnt help a jolt of excitement race through you at the thought. It would be nice seeing their smug hatred become terror when your new position was anounced. Hell it would be nice to be beside lord vader, even if your future was completely dictated by him. You really would do anything for him, it was a sobering thought, but not unpleasant. How many people can say their fantasies became reality? But then again its said that when the gods truley wish to punish us they make our dreams come true. Only time will tell if this was your fairytale or your punishment.
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i think the hottest look you can give someone after they commit acts of unspeakable violence is approval. like don't get me wrong if there's lust there too that's great, but staring at someone with gore dripping down their chin and coating their hands to the wrists with undisguised appraisal and admiration. maybe giving them a little nod as if to say 'well done'. THAT'S what says "yeah we're gonna fuck nasty later".
Guided Sins (18+)
Karl Heisenberg x reader smut
This is part ten of my series! Check my masterlist for the rest of the parts!
Warning: It’s a smut! Overstimulation, messy use of toys, penetration, titty fucking. A teeny bit of choking. Spanking. Daddy kink.
Summary: The day hasn’t been finished, and both of you are dealing with the aftermath of what had happened at the church. You try to hide your raging thoughts, while he tries to hide his dreams. He thinks the two of you need a night to relax, and where he wants to go may surprise you.
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A loud roar of thunder rattled through the thick factory walls, the storm that had started hours ago still going on strong. Their were no windows in this room, leaving you only to listen as you laid on your side, your arm tucked underneath your pillow.
The storm kept you awake, leaving you laying still for what felt like a good while. You lost track of what time of day it was, but a million other things on your mind had you care less.
Your family was at the top of the list. Your sisters, your mother even. You wondered how Bela was doing, worried that your frantic actions hurt her too much to forgive you. You wondered if Cassandra and Daniela told her the truth, and how she would’ve reacted.
You thought of Alcina, wondering if she found out you had left yet or not. How would she react, you wondered, would she react angry or sad, or both? What were you saying? She’ll be both and so much more.
Regardless of those thoughts, you were here. You were here in Karl’s bed, inside his room, inside his factory. The fact you were here was still hard to believe, everything that had happened felt like a sort of dream. Like it was almost too good to be true. But now that you were here, what would happen now?
Were you gonna live here? Live here with him? How would that work? He’s wanted you to be here for a while, so what type of plans does he have in his head for you?
God, you missed your sisters. Even though Karl said what he said, you still missed your Mother. You tried to play it off by her drinking too much, but everything had happened so fast and gone so far, you still felt like you were in the thick of it. Things everyone said, everyone’s raging emotions that screamed in your face like starving rabid lycans. All of it started to eat away at your mind, an anxiety you’ve held onto continued to get so intense it had you resist the urge to let out any tears. You didn’t want to cry now. Not while you were here.
A warm arm slipped around your front, snaking around your waist and slowly pulling you closer. Your back went flush against Karl’s chest, the warmth of his body radiating like a large furnace. You heard him let out a slow exhale, his hold on you growing more secure. You couldn’t help but smile, hearing him let out a yawn behind you.
“You’re growing soft on me Karl?”
“Mm? Nah,” He spoke in a low, tired tone. “You’re fuckin’ freezing. Don’t want you gettin’ sick, and you end up gettin’ me sick.”
“Sure.” You dragged out the word in a teasing tone, bringing your hand to rest over his warm arm. Feeling his touch reminded you why you were here, because all he wanted to do was keep you safe. He wanted to keep you safe, you repeated to yourself, the warmth of the truth temporarily flushing out your anxieties to soothe you into slumber’s embrace.
Karl watched your form slowly rise and fall with your sleeping breath, unable to help himself as his thumb slowly brushed against your skin. He was almost tempted to run his fingers through your soft looking hair, but fought against it over the concern it would keep you awake.
He was glad you were getting some sleep, all while he had woken up from his unrestful one.
The dream started off strange: He was entering Castle Dimitrescu, the bright lights from the crystal chandeliers flooding his unshielded eyes. He heard you call his name, your form coming down the stairs dressed in your white gown, looking as beautiful as he first saw you.
You were happy and bubbly, walking over to him with a bright smile on your face. When you got closer you took his hands, and told him how much you adored him. The plain truth stunted him for moment, his reaction making you giggle. You leaned closer for a kiss, but hesitated just inches away from his lips.
Then, you started to laugh. It was a sinister sounding cackle, changing your sweet voice into something evil. He looked at you, watching as your face scrunched up in amusement with your brows heavily furrowed. A black, thick substance started spewing from your mouth, temporarily halting your laughter as you choked on said substance, dripping from your chin down to your dress front, permanently staining the white material.
“Heisenberg...”
You said his name, but not in your own tone of voice.
“Heisenberg!” Miranda yelled at him, her cold voice in your warm body. She laughed again, your mouth stained with rich black ink.
Miranda began reciting words and phrases, words that have been used to harm and berate him for years.
Words from his own family: harsh and cold. Words from Miranda: stale with deceit, and words from Alcina: Bitter and ruthless.
He was forced to listen to your black lips recite everything with her tone, all while he was frozen in place to listen to them all.
When he woke up, he was surprised that the way he jolted didn’t wake you. Maybe you didn’t notice him, maybe you were too lost in your own thoughts. But seeing you beside him, knowing you were with him made him relax considerably. He pulled you into his embrace, feeling relieved that it wasn’t a dream. You were safe here, and that’s all that mattered.
When you woke up again, he was gone.
You didn't hear rain anymore, but you couldn’t hear him anywhere nearby. Sitting up, you looked around to find the bedroom door closed. Maybe he left somewhere in the factory to work, he did look like a workaholic.
Looking for something to wear, you got out of bed and used your fingers to fix your hair. You found one of his long sleeve button ups draped over the work bench along with his hat and glasses, settling for putting on the garment and buttoning it up by the time you walked out into the hallway. As a joke, you took the glasses with you.
You went towards the only room you would think he would be, finding the man himself standing over his workbench, lacking said shirt. His hair was tied back, keeping it out of his face as he finished putting an object of some sort into a dark bag. You couldnt see what it was, but it didnt look like he heard you yet as you walked up behind him.
It looked like he cleaned up the room a little bit, the metal scraps that were all over the ground before were set aside into an awkward pile in the far corner, and the body parts were gone.
"Hey," Your voice filled his ears, breaking him out of his unconsentrated thoughts. He turned to look at you, a broad smirk forming on his face when he saw you in his shirt, adorning his sunglasses.
"Well, Good morning kitten." His arms snaked around your waist, bringing you close to him before lifting you up, raising you to sit ontop of the desk.
"This is a good look for you," He commented, seeing you giggle before taking off the sunglasses, blinking a little from the change of light in the room. “These are darker than I thought. How do you wear these things?"
Karl chuckled, taking his sunglasses and setting them aside on the table. Both hands ran along your hips, carresing them as he gazed into your eyes. He was quick to kiss you, your arm going behind his neck in compliance.
"What time is it?" You tried to speak up, the man's hungry lips trapping you back into the kiss before you could finish your sentence. He hummed a bit before letting go slowly, sighing a little bit. "We havent been asleep that long, got up once the storm stopped."
"You should’ve stayed in bed."
"I, uh, I need to fix some things I broke.”
"You mean those metal soldiers?"
"Mhm," He nodded, "I'll need to replace parts, find new subjects. All that kind of stuff."
"Hm," You pondered for a moment, biting your bottom lip as you leaned back on your palms against the table. "I mean, I could help. I could help get you some fresh bodies."
"Really now?" Karl chuckled when he saw you nod your head. "Well look at you, already putting yourself to use."
"Oh hush," You giggled, leaning for a quick kiss again. "I may need to go to Donna's anyway."
To this, he raised his brow. Go to Donna's? But you just got here, why do you need to go to the doll obsessed woman's home?
"Why?"
"In case you haven’t noticed, you ripped my only dress. She has lots of spare fabrics I can use to make my own."
"You can sew?" He asked that with more surprise in his tone than before. Just exactly how many things did you know how to do?
"Right, but what clothes are you gonna wear to go there?" He pointed out, his hands going over to rest along your hips again. You looked down at yourself, your lips forming a frown when you realized he was right. Maybe before you ran away, you should’ve at least brought something. But wasn’t like you knew you were going to stay here.
Karl couldnt help but laugh at your silence, making you frown even more. "Relax darling, I think I got some things you can borrow. Actually, I was gonna head over to see the Duke, maybe you’d wanna come along and then if theirs time I can go with you to Donna’s."
"Aww, You scared of me going alone?"
“Hm, I’m not against you leaving on your own, but the idea of you staying here wearin’ my clothes is so tempting,” Karl hoisted you up in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. You giggled as you gripped his shoulders, watching him walk out of the room and head towards the bedroom. He purposely dropped you on the bed, watching your body bounce before he caged you underneath him, your laughter filling up his chest with joy.
His hands found your wrists and pinned them to the sides of your head, glaring down at you with humorous eyes before giving you a kiss. You straddled his waist with your legs, feeling his chest rumble as he peppered kisses along your neck and chest.
“Karl,” You playfully whined, feeling his facial hair prickle your skin. “I need clothes damnit.”
“Fine fine,” He chuckled, joining you for a final kiss before leaving you.
He brought out dark brown pants, a leather belt, a black shirt and a navy coat. You couldn’t remember the last time you wore pants, or a plain shirt such as this. In fact, just wearing these clothes felt a little silly for a moment. You had to tuck in the shirt, and tuck the pant legs into your boots so they weren’t awkwardly sticking out. By the time you were done, you took one look at yourself in the mirror, and couldn’t help but start to laugh.
You looked silly wearing men's clothes, but you also felt really comfortable. It was a new kind of fun, one that had you laughing like a little child.
Karl had watched you the entire time, and couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. His clothes looked... new on you, in an adorable way. Maybe the jacket was a tad too big, but with weather like this, it would do you fine.
"I look silly, dont i?" You couldn’t help but question, seeing him approach you and shake his head. "Not really, You just look... small."
"Small?" You tilted your head.
"I mean, like you’re just innocent looking. Like a lost little tourist." He shrugged it off, seeing the way you started to smile.
You stepped closer and hooked your fingers under his belt, roughly pulling him closer until your chest pressed up against his.
“You and I know that I’m not innocent." You told him in a low, sultry tone before kissing him, barely giving him time even process a response. His hands returning towards your hips, roaming down along the curves of your ass.
You jumped when he spanked you, quickly massaging the area right after. The shiver that went down your body made him chuckle, breaking the kiss to see your flushed cheeks. "Bet that felt nice, didnt it?" You didn’t want to say anything, but it was well written all over your face that you may have liked it. A little.
Karl went back towards his work area after getting dressed to get his hat and glasses, but realized his glasses were in the other room. You followed along with him, watching him go to where he had left his glasses on the work table, only to find them gone.
The man was confused, never recalling picking them up. When he turned around to ask, you had his darkened glasses framing your face, wearing a blank expression.
"I need those." He began, seeing you take them off of your face.
"Oh, you do?" You innocently asked, seeing him nod and extend his hand out. The last thing he expected you to do was turn around and run out of the room, almost accidentally running into the doorframe on the way out. His footsteps behind you were much faster than you expected, forcing you to try to run alot faster. You barely made it out of the factory doors before an arm wrapped around your front, your feet leaving the ground.
A burst of laughter came from you, pure silliness erupting from your chest like freshly opened chardonnay. Karl's laughter came right after yours, the man’s other hand coming towards your sides with wiggling fingers. The tickly sensation made you laugh even louder, almost breaking his glasses in your tightly squeezed hands.
"I can keep going!" He announced, putting you down only to assault your other side, forcing your body to curl as you laughed even louder.
"Alright Alright!" you cried out, giving in when it quickly became too much. You were used to tickling, you had three other sisters, But Karl's fingers were much more firm and larger, knowing your body well enough to attack your soft spots.
"Thank you sweetheart," He took them back from your hands, letting you catch your breath. His amused eyes disapeared behind his glasses, but his smirk remained. You smiled back, feeling the happiness spread through your body in ways you haven’t felt before, but only with him. It made you feel more emotionally secure for the time being.
Karl let the way, carrying along with him his hammer and said bag. You didn’t question what was in it, you only believed he was gonna get stuff from the Duke before putting in orders. In the meantine, you followed alongside him, starting up conversation about random things that came across both of your minds that didn’t come into the category as family oriented. While you two talked, you noticed the sun starting to set behind the large mountains, illuminating their crooked form and framing them in a fiery glow. You could barely catch a glipse of this through your bedroom window, but out here it so surreal and calm. Knowing you were probably gonna be out where when it turned turned into night time excited you a lot more than it should’ve.
You told Karl about how theirs a rare chance when the sun sets, a faint green light is shown for barely a few seconds. He said its hard to catch glimpses of that with mountains like these, but he knew what you meant. He’s only seen it on accident a couple times in his life. So you switched topics.
One of the topics you brought up were where the tourists came from: You didn’t exactly ask the few you’ve killed where they were from.
Karl said most of them came from America, this place thats exponentially advanced different types of technology. He said if you thought his factory was alot to take in, then you should see how americans used their technology. He believed the way they were using their resources and building skills were a complete waste, questioning why wouldn’t they put their actual needs instead of their silly desires first, things would make more sense.
You didn’t exactly understand him, thinking how and why americans who have alot more would want to visit a place like this.
"Its more for novelty, I believe. I think they just love the idea of going places they'll never have the chance to truly experience. I mean, they’ll see a large shiny castle and want to go and live in it, but they'll never realize just how much worse it actually is."
"What do you mean by that?'
"I think the reason Miranda put that bitch in the castle is because its an eyesore, and forgeiners like that. Their curiosity overruns their fear, and once they go into the spider’s web, they’re dead before they realize its too late. Forgeiners are idiots, they lack true skills to survive the world we do, and thats what gets them killed by someone as small as you."
“Someone as small as me?” You repeated with an amused giggle. “Oh please, most don’t even see me coming.”
“Bold claim by you, huh?” Karl mused while glancing at you, “You’re rare. You kill if it benefits those around you, but you don’t kill for yourself. Yet you enjoy it either way, don’t you?”
“It’s how I was raised,” You shrugged, letting out an exhale as the snow crunched underneath your boots. “Did I ever think I was gonna get to this point? No, but... it’s what I was brought into, you know?”
“I know exactly what you mean.” He muttered, looking back on ahead as the village came into view. However, instead of the village, Karl started to lead you through a path that took you towards the church, which started to confuse you quite a bit.
"Where are we going?" You asked, closing your large coat around you more as the tempretures started to drop.
"I thought it would be nice to have a break here," Was all he said, bringing you into the church.
The candles were mostly all out, soon needing to be replaced by fresh ones. The torches along the walls still kept up their strong flames, basking the area in a warm glow.
The events from earlier came to mind the moment you saw Mother's chair, recalling just how loud and terrifying she had gotten. The broken pew was replaced by another, the scraps thrown aside somewhere you didn’t know. Karl stopped over to the pew, setting down his hammer and the bag he brought. You glanced over to the floor, seeing tiny glass shards lingering on the ground where the compass your mother destroyed used to be.
"Karl," You looked to see him opening up the bag, glancing over his shoulder towards your direction. "Why are we here?" Your voice was slightly shaky, the events of earlier still rattling your head like a wild snake's tail.
"Look, I... I feel bad for what happened earlier. I know all that stuff must be rattling in your brain like crazy. I was thinking we could be here for a little bit to drown out those bad memories, and make some good ones." He brought out a bottle of whiskey, swirling the amber liquid around.
It was... considerate of him to think this up. You had to admit, after what had happened the idea of a drink wasn’t all that bad.
"That’s sweet of you," You gave him a smile, seeing him pull out a cigar. "What else did you bring?"
"Oh just some other junk, it ain’t important.” He waved it off, opening the bottle of whiskey before handing it to you. You took the bottle, seeing him look for his lighter while you took a sip of the whiskey. You winced at the burn for a moment, holding your breath until it settled and let out an exhale.
"Shit," Karl muttered, unable to find his lighter. He looked over to one of the torches, holding the cigar up to light it up. You got amused at the sight, taking a seat on the new pew while taking another sip of whiskey.
Karl joined your side, bringing his arm back to rest against the backrest while bringing his foot up to rest on his other knee. You handed him the bottle and he accepted, offering you the cigar as fair trade.
The alcohol and cigars settled your nerves for the moment, warming your body and settling your mind. Although they were only placed behind a mental wall in your head, it was enough to keep you calm and ignore it for now.
"While we're here," Karl settled the bottle aside before bringing his attention over towards the bag.
"I have a surprise here for you."
“Oh?" You exhaled some smoke, seeing him adjust his legs until both feet were on the ground, then patted his lap for you to sit on. You giggled a little complied, sitting on top of his lap as one arm snaked comfortably around your waist.
He brought out a bundle of wrapped up dark cloth from the bag and handed it to you. You passed him the cigar, taking the cloth bundle and untying it slowly. Your fingers brushed against a smooth, cold metallic surface, your fingers slowly wrapping around what felt like a cylinder like object. You brought out the object with a look of confusion, tilting your head as you stared at this... thing.
It looked like it was made of smooth steel, the object at least six inches long. It reminded you of a round headed bullet, the cylinder like base looking similar to a blunt sword handle.
"What is it?" You looked at him, seeing him smirking the moment you held it in your hand.
"You don’t know what it is, huh?" He asked after exhaling some smoke to the side.
You shook your head. He started to laugh, making you even more confused than before. Why is he laughing??
"What is it?? Tell me!"
He laughed a moment longer before cocking his head, his smirk ever so present on his face. "And you say you aren’t innocent, Its a special toy Y/n."
"A toy?" You repeated.
"Mhm, A special one."
"A... oh," You looked back at the toy, realizing what he meant. "Oh."
Where did he... what??
You've heard of toys, but not anything like these. Especially not like these. You weren’t shy to admit to yourself that you learned about toys from books, but those were experiences you were gonna keep to yourself. You were confused, unsure how to exactly respond to this.
“What.. uh, what do I do?” You questioned, watching him blow out more smoke before gesturing to bring the object over. You handed it to him, watching it hold it for a moment before bringing it over to your neck. The cold sensation made you slightly shiver, feeling a little awkward where it was placed.
“I recall you saying you’ve never played with toys, right?” He asked, seeing you nod slowly. “Well, their are all different kinds of toys out there, and these are most common. I thought I’d introduce you to one, make a new and very good memory here for you.”
The metal began to buzz, making you gasp and jump a bit as it vibrated along your skin, resting against a sensitive area on your neck Karl knew you had. The sensation was strange, even though it was a small buzz, it felt really new and... nice, in a way. For some odd reason, it felt like a peculiar massage against your neck muscles, with made you smile a bit.
It stopped shortly after, Karl placing the object back into your hands. You looked at it, thinking at how it must feel where it was supposed to go. Maybe the thought excited you a little.
“You wanna try it out sweetheart?” Karl offered, seeing you meet his gaze for a moment before nodding. He smiled, turning his head to glance over towards a spot that he thought suited you perfectly.
“Sit in that bitch’s chair,” He gestured his head towards the large seat. In Mother’s chair? This guy was serious.
It didn’t faze you, but for some reason you started to get more nervous at the realization that you’d have to use this new toy in front of him.
Mother’s chair was quite large, it was quite tall for you to stand next to, let alone sit on top. You figured he would want you to get undressed first, so that’s what you chose to do.
You undid your belt while facing the chair and removed your pants and panties slowly, even going as far as to lean down and pull off your boots, taking everything off and for his viewing pleasure.
He watched the way you leaned down, eyes focused on the way those rosy lips of your entrance were glistening with excitement. It had him smile already knowing that you were so excited for this despite the nervousness. You hesitantly hoisted yourself up on the chair, surprised just how much bigger you thought it was when your feet didn’t touch the ground.
“Put your legs up,” Karl said, watching you slowly bring your feet up until your heels were pressed up on the surface of the seat. Alcina’s chair was actually really comfortable and roomy, giving you enough room to lean back on the back rest and have enough room to keep your feet up. You could curl up into a ball and still have room, but that wasn’t what you were here for.
“I want you to go slow kitten, tease yourself a little,” Karl watched you clutch the toy in your hand, thinking for a moment before pulling up your shirt.
It vibrated instantly with the soft vibrations that you felt on your neck. An excited sparkle of amusement ran through your body, feeling it quite ticklish just holding it in your hand. You weren’t sure how to properly react to this it: was just a simple vibration but just having Karl sit there watch you use this toy made you way more excited than you should’ve been.
Swallowing slowly, he met Karl’s gaze as you brought the toy slowly down between your breasts, maneuvering the vibrating object down your stomach ever so slowly.
The vibrations made a small giggle leave your lips. As ticklish as the sensation was, it did bring a faint sensitivity to your body. A light gentle friction that shot down your spine almost deliciously.
Karl sat up more on the pew, keeping his cigar in his mouth is he watched the toy travel down your beautiful body. When you rested the tip of the toy over your pubic mound the vibrations sort of felt as if they were increasing. It was weird, there was no button of any sort, or any little odd crank, and yet it acted like one of Karl’s strange machines. Maybe he built this toy for you, maybe he was planning on using it on you for a good while.
“Keep going kitten,” he ushered slowly while licking his lips and sharp teeth, “Keep those legs up, show me what I want to see.”
Taking a deep breath, you brought the tip of the vibrating toy down to your clit. Just a fraction of a second was all you needed to gasp and quickly take the toy away, the vibration sending a huge ripple of pleasure to spread to your core.
It felt like it was ticklish, good and awkward at the same time.
You weren’t used to this: you were used to fingers and Karl. It made you curious at how good this would make you feel the longer you used it. You returned the toy against your clit, a small whine leaving your mouth instantly.
The vibrations shot straight against your sweet spot, making you raise your hips slightly off the chair. The muscles in your thighs slightly quivered, running along your body in soft waves. The more you held the toy against you the more good at began to feel, but at the same time it was starting to feel a little too much for you to bare. After a couple more seconds you took the toy away, biting down on your lip as you let out a small shaky moan. The vibrations had your back almost arching off the chair, your body shivering at the way if left you feeling.
You almost wanted to close your thighs, but you knew that wasn’t what Karl wanted to see. He knew you were enjoying it, but you were just new at it. In fact, he liked watching you figure it out, to watch your body squirm as you dealt with the new sensation and to watch your pussy drip even more with pleasure. The way your would clench over nothing when you returned the toy again, those cute little whines and moans that left you. It was enough to make him take off his shades, leaning forward with his elbows to his knees as he watched with hungry, almost glowing eyes like a wolf watching his prey.
“You can’t be done yet baby. Go on, keep going.”
You let out a couple of short breaths, your shaking hands keeping the toy pressed against you. Some unknown force caused the toy to increase its vibrations, delivering a more strong sensation against your quickly warming core it had you arch your back again with a louder whine.
“Mmm!” Your other hand clutched the armrest, your hips slightly thrashing about as the buzzing against your core was starting to increase the rising pleasure. The muscles in your thighs started trembling with your hips almost refusing to keep still, the pleasure rising up and threatening to snap. You let out a slow, short whine, rocking your hips a little more against nothing as the fiery band threatened to snap. You were close, it was quick but you were so close, you could almost-
“Stop,” Karl ordered, forcing you to come back to your senses and pull the toy away. You took a moment to regain your breath, realizing the slick that gathered from your pleasure was practically dripping from your hole, pooling the surface of the chair. You let out a small, irritated groan at the lack of release, hating when he did that to you.
“C’mere,” Karl sat back again, beckoning you over with two fingers. You slid off the chair, feeling your legs slightly tremble from the position you were in. You saw he had undone his pants, his cock resting up against his abdomen, throbbing and aching with pure need.
“Did that feel good?” You nodded to his question, seeing him smirk and reach for the toy. “Yeah, I bet it did. As cute as you looked, I can’t have you finishing with just a toy. Turn around and take a seat.” He put aside his dying cigar and patted his lap, having you do what you were told.
You sat back against him, humming at the feeling of his warm cock against your entrance as your legs hooked around his, keeping you spread open. He removed his gloves before he guided himself in, emitting a heavy groan at just how soaked and easy you were to slip into, the stretch of him inside made you feel so deliciously full.
He gave a short thrust, chuckling at the small mew you let out. He brought the toy over to your clit, turning it back on to the setting it was on before. The return of it had you clenching around him instantly, a gasp and tremble of your hips following shortly after. The pleasure rejected from you before began to build up a lot quicker, your hands clutching onto his forearms as you rocked your hips, moaning at his cock filling you inside with the buzzing of the toy teasing your bud.
Karl was more content to sit still and watch you squirm in his lap, letting out a low hum or two every minute or so from the way your walls fluttered around him, squeezing him constantly, making you feel even tighter. His free hand rested along your abdomen, feeling your insides squeezing him harder, making him push against your almost unforgiving squeezes as he held you close to his form, the sounds you were making filling his ears as you relaxed your head against his right shoulder.
As a surprise, he set the toy to the highest setting. The intense buzzing hit you like his metal hammer hitting solid ground, your back arching as your orgasm ruptured through your entire body, a loud raspy cry leaving your lips.
Your whole body tensed up, thighs trembling so hard they had almost closed. Your loud cry was halted as the warm euphoria shot through your body, bathing you with its fire and drowning you without mercy.
Karl’s chest rumbled at the sight of you, feeling your sweet juices soak his entire cock. Your pussy convulsed around him as your fingers dug so deep into his arms he could almost feel your nails through the fabrics. Something made you gasp loud in shock, which caught him off guard as he saw you lift your head to see something splattering against the ruined rug floor.
Something caught his attention from between your legs, noticing that their was a liquid covering his hand, holding onto the now drenched toy. Peering over a little more, his gaze traveling towards the direction from where it had came from.
Your hand was covering your mouth, eyes wide in the shock of what you just done. You almost didn’t notice it, but now you really really wished you hadn’t.
His laughter boomed through the entire church room, the man sitting up as he set the toy aside. “Haha! Mmm!” Both arms wrapped around your waist, keeping himself inside as he hugged you secure to his torso.
“Well! Mhm, meine dreckige kleine hure,” He chuckled deeply against the skin of your neck before peppering the area with frantic kisses.
You were too embarrassed to even question what he said, both your hands moving over to cover your face from view. What the fuck did I just do?? And why the fuck did it happen???
“Aww, what’s wrong kitten?” He cooed, smirking at your sudden shyness and silence. “You shocked that my own invention worked so well?”
“Mmm!” You turned your head away, hearing him laugh some more as his hands rubbed along your thighs, feeling your trembling muscles still recovering.
“What? Theirs nothing wrong with what happened kitten. Nothing wrong at all,” He tried to soothe as his hands ran along your hips, his rough fingers gently rubbing your stretched folds and pressing down on your sensitive nub. “In fact, it just makes me want to eat you up even more. So don’t be shy kitten, making a mess just means we’re having a good time, aren’t we?”
He rocked himself inside you, making you clench and whimper as his cock throbbed against your sweet. He brought your head back to his shoulder, the man looking into your eyes as he saw just how flushed you were from the mixture of embarrassment and arousal.
“Didn't it feel good?” He whispered, bringing up his fingers for you to see how wet they were all coated in your honey. “I barely even touched you, and you’re so dripping. You have any idea how wet my cock feels? All because of you darling?”
You looked into his eyes, feeling your core start to spasm to life again as you saw how wet his fingers were, along with another throb of his cock. He brought his fingers to your lips, watching you accept them and lick them clean. His hand held onto your hip and moved you slowly, making you moan on his fingers.
“Hmm, god you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, putting his fingers into your mouth up to his knuckles before removing them. His wet fingers pinched at your nipples, making you whine as he continued to grind you against him.
“Get over here,” He let go of you and patted to the open seating area beside him, “On your knees, now.”
You didn’t want to leave this comfortable position, unable to help yourself as a small whine left the back of your throat. After an orgasm like that, despite the embarrassment, your body felt warm and comfortable despite the chilly church room. A thought popped up in the back of your head, making your lips curl at the silly idea of it.
“Make me,” You muttered.
“Pardon?”
“I said Make. Me.” You glanced into his eyes again, your smirk highly present on your face. “Daddy.”
Oh.
He chuckled lowly, both of his hands clutching your hips, lifting you off of his dick. He maneuvered your body until you were on your knees, your cheek pressed up against the smooth wood of the pew.
“Ohh kitten,” He muttered handsomely, his fingers kneading the warm flesh of your ass. “You have no idea what that’s gonna bring for you.” He leaned closer to your lower half, fingers spreading your pussy open before shoving his tongue inside, lapping up at all of your sweetness. You whined some more from the roughness of his tongue, fingers clutching onto the edge of the seat as his tongue flicked over your nub multiple times.
“I should be mad at you, you wasted a perfectly good meal for me.” He gave one final lick before getting ahold of your other hand, placing the toy in your grasp before pressing it up against your clit.
“Keep it there, and don’t move it anywhere else. I’m not gonna stop until you give me another mess to clean up.” Karl pushed himself back inside with a groan, the toy buzzing to life at the highest setting, making you gasp and arch your back again. Your moans and cries were loud at first, but with the large holes in the ceilings you started to fear that people would hear. You tried to cover your mouth a bit and hold back, but Karl wasn’t happy at the action.
He slapped your ass hard, making you wince and cry out a little bit. He repeated three times on the same spot, massaging the tender flesh in his hand while his other hand grabbed your hair, giving a not so innocent tug.
“Don’t you dare hold those noises back kitten, I want you to scream so loud it’ll sound like a church choir in here!” His thrusts only got harder, the wet skin against skin slaps quickly muffled out by your loud cries.
His pace quickly grew vigorous, the harsh buzzing of the toy making you buck your hips against him repeatedly. You came again with an amplified burn, euphoria blinding you for a moment as another loud cry left your lips. Your fingers struggled to hold onto the toy, the quick sting of overstimulation rattling your body.
Karl relished in everything, groaning from the clenching and the way your body moved, arching your back just like a cat would. Your moans leaned towards louder whines, slowly moving away the toy when it got to be too much.
"Aww, what's wrong?" Karl asked, bringing his hand over to raise your form up, pressing you back against his. He stopped his brutal thrusts, settling for grinding against your ass while he brought the toy back against your core, grunting when he felt the vibrations himself.
"My cock getting to be too much for my little slut? Hm? Or is this toy too harsh on your pretty pussy? Tell me."
"Mm!" You started to speak up, forcing your lethargic mind to think of proper words to use. "F-fuck! The toy-" You cut off with another loud moan, feeling him press it even harder against you, the vibrations abusing your nub so much you felt another orgasm quickly follow.
"What's it gonna be kitten? You wanna finish on this toy, or you wanna finish on Daddy's cock?"
"You Daddy, please!" You held onto his arms for dear life, hearing him chuckle against your neck before placing a wet kiss on your skin. He turned off the toy, setting it aside before gripping your hips with a bruising grip, fucking you hard again until you came another time.
He growled against your neck, his lips tasting the saltiness of your sweat. He rocked into you more slowly, but not stopping until you rode out another mind shattering orgasm. One of your hands went behind his head, keeping him close as he panted against your skin. You relaxed slowly, letting out heavily drawn pants that mellowed into soft exhales, feeling his hands roam under your shirt to caress your breasts.
"Fuck Karl," You exhaled, closing your eyes for a moment. Karl tugged off your jacket, resting you back on the pew. You watched him, watching the man maneuver himself until his face was inches away from yours, his eyes hungry with a primal need. In the faint darkness blanketing the room as evening shifted into night, it looked as if his eyes were glowing like fireflies. He smiled at you, showing you that unique handsomeness you've grown to love looking at.
The loud buzzing rang in your ears, the harsh sensation of the toy pressing along your sore entrance making you gasp and wince. Your overstimulated, drenched core throbbed with the feeling, forcing you to grab onto Karl's arms as a long broken moan left you. He chuckled, looking down to watch as he pushed the toy against your entrance, parting you open with the help of his knee, watching your ever so hungry pussy invite it in. Feeling the vibrations inside was slightly different, making you whimper a lot louder as he moved it agonizingly slow, making you feel it along your fluttering walls.
He hummed, moving himself to be closer to your core and wrap his lips around your clit, chuckling as he felt your nub buzz along his tongue.
"K-Karl!" You cried out his name, your hips slightly lifting as the sensations started getting too overwhelming. Your body felt burning with pain and pleasure, your nerves too overworked to bring out another release. "P-please, I can't-"
He growled in irritation of you trying to move away, his arm wrapping around your thigh to yank you back, keeping you secure against his mouth. He assaulted your core once more with his tongue and toy, leaving you to repeatedly cry out his name to the broken ceilings, crying out faster as you felt close to your orgasm that you've lost count of.
The band snapped, your nerves roaring in the wave of pleasure that overtook your other senses, making you tremble and scream out. Your hands clutched onto the pew for dear life, bringing your head back against the surface of the pew, your back arching almost every few moments. You heard a loud, uproarious muffled roar from Karl, the man clutching your hips closer as he sucked at your gushing core, taking all of your juices in his mouth, swallowing every single drop. You laid still, tired whines leaving your mouth as he nursed on your swollen, abused clit.
He planted kisses along your stomach and up your chest, leaving wet kisses until your lips met his, finding them very wet and tasting of you. He pulled out the toy, the vibrations stopping when it left your sore caverns. He broke the kiss and brought the tip of the toy along your bottom lip, watching you open and lick along the warm surface.
"You did so good for me Kitten," He praised in a low tone, meeting your gaze as you sucked on the tip momentarily before letting it go. "Daddy wasn't too rough, was he?"
"Oh no," You smiled a little, bringing your head back to relax for another moment. "Daddy was just the usual."
"Which is?"
"Figure it out," You giggled a little, running your arms along your chest slowly. "Didn't think you'd like me calling you that."
"Much better than dog," He sat up, putting the toy aside before standing. "Get up."
"Hm?" You looked up at him, your eyes immediately attracting to his cock, coated with your juices and dripping with precum.
"I need kitten to help her daddy, but you need to lose the shirt." You sat up and pulled off the garment, your hand going over to hold his warm length. You brushed the clear beads along the head, giggling a little when it throbbed from the contact.
"Get closer," Karl ushered, having you move your sore hips until you sat at the very edge of the pew. His hand found your right breast first, kneading it before giving the same treatment towards the other.
"You looked gorgeous this morning, Everything you wear just has me so tempted to rip it all off and fuck these tits." He pinched your nipple and gave your breast a small slap, making you wince and giggle. Your lightly buzzed mind and afterglow state left you feeling cozy, tired yet relaxed, thinking about what he meant. You knew those low cut dresses did something to him.
"Daddy wanna try it?" You offered, slowly cupping your own breasts in your hands. "It's your turn to get messy."
Karl chuckled, stepping closer until the head of his cock brushed between your mounds. You nestled his cock between your breasts, humming at how warm it felt along your skin. A low rumble left his throat, watching how you squeezed yourself together, your plush breasts almost enveloping his entire cock. He moved his hips real slow, leaving you watch the head of his cock disappear between your mounds before reappearing. The slickness helped him glide along your skin so easily, creating a light squelching sound as he repeated the motions.
He sighed again, feeling himself getting close to his own end. He moved a bit faster, keeping one hold on your shoulder as he fucked your chest, all while you watched more beads of precum leak out and stain your skin. You even went as far as to stick your tongue out, feeling it brush along the head to lap up the saltiness.
He stilled against you, letting out a rich, heavy growl as he spilled all over your breasts, staining your skin with his milky seed. You watched with a soft moan, eyes frozen on the way every rope of cum pumped out from the tip. You squeezed yourself tighter around him, moving with his slow thrusts until he stopped, his cock throbbing against your chest.
"Mmm," Your fingers grazed along the small puddles, watching his seed drip down in between your breasts to trickle along his cock. Your fingers ran along the length, smearing as much of it along before you leaned closer, bringing his cock to your lips to lick up the mess. He hummed while watching your tongue run along the veins, tasting yourself and him mixed together. Your tongue reached the base and back towards the tip, feeling his hand come over to caress the back of your head.
The thrusted once into your mouth, hearing you gasp in surprise. His cock almost hit the back of your throat, chuckling when you moved your mouth away before you could gag.
“Mm!” You licked your lips, looking up at him with a frown. “Fuck Karl, you’re an asshole!”
“Oh really? I’m not the one who came all over the church floor.”
“Fuck you!”
“Heh, you better watch that mouth pup. I might still be a little hungry."
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i spend hours daydreaming about fictional things in bed so i can have the energy to get up and daydream about fictional things for the rest of the day
got a doctors note it says i have to fuck that old man. severely.
I'm like, always in an Enji mood so like lmao hi 🧍
I'm always in the mood for Enji too 🥴
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Just thinking about cockwarming him after a long day. He'd pull you down into his lap, whether he's on the couch or at his desk finishing paperwork, and tell you to you let him slip inside. How he just needs to feel you squeezing around him to relax a little, how irresistible you are, his perfect little Angel. He's always a tight fit. And with him not moving it was nothing but delicious preasure. The slight bump in your belly from Enji being buried so deep inside of you only causing your pleasure to grow.
"I never said you could cum," Enji growled when he felt you tighten around him and try to grind down, "be patient, let Daddy relax and I'll fuck brainless in a bit, Love".
Day Two
Ship: Aizawa x Fem!Reader Prompt: Sexting Trigger Warnings: dirty talk, mutual masturbation, sexting A/N: Day Two of Aizawa Madness! Hope you guys are enjoying it so far!
Shouta: Are you at home?
You glanced at the text Shouta sent you with a curious tilt of your head. He wasn’t one to text first, not usually. You pulled the towel around your shoulders and plopped onto the couch.
I am at home. Do you need something?
A cheerful meow pulled your attention from the phone. Fuzz hopped up beside you and bumped his head against your hand before collapsing into a pile of purrs next to your bare leg. The vibrations were relaxing as you gently scratched his head while waiting for Shouta’s reply. The news played in the background while Fuzz meowed whenever you stopped petting him. “You are so spoiled.” He purred in answer as your hand went back to scratching his head.
Shouta: Be late coming home.
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God I'm a sucker for characters who are so utterly loyal to someone that they're completely unhinged. Characters who have no moral compass except their overwhelming devotion to whoever they've chosen to listen to. That's the good shit
hi i live for your writings and ily <33 anyways can you please write something about hard!dom geto? this man has been living in my head for months and i ca't get enough of him. thanks!!
this geto is very mean i apologise
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running your mouth - geto x fem!reader (3.2k)
you violate the terms of the agreement you and geto have during a meeting, and that means that he gets to punish you.
warnings: not sfw. afab reader, fem pronouns. dom/sub relationship, degradation, spanking, impact play, pussy spanking, blowjobs, light choking, use of words like ‘whore’ and ‘slut’, power imbalance, no aftercare.
It’s easy to slip up when somebody is watching you and waiting for it to happen.
For you, it’s a small mistake – you’re never supposed to interrupt Geto, but he’d thrown out somebody’s name in one of the meetings between his commanders and himself and gotten it wrong, and you’d gently corrected it. Geto’s eyes had flown over to you, dark and sharp – and he’d closed them, tipped his head to the side, and said;
“Yes, you’re right. Thank you!” A smile on his face. It hadn’t alerted anybody else in the room to how he was feeling, but you’d felt it travel down your spine like a cool fingertip. That smile, that light lilt in his dark voice – those were promises for later on tonight, and you squeeze your thighs together under the table as you think about how he’ll punish you this time.
Because the truth is that both you and Suguru Geto know that it’s not important if he remembers the names of unimportant monkeys. Both you and Suguru Geto know that your arrangement means you stick to the rules that he gives you, and if you don’t stick to them, he gets to punish you any way that he sees fit. Both you and Suguru Geto, then, know that you slipped up on purpose because you wanted him to punish you.
That makes you a brat.
And if there’s one thing Geto enjoys, it’s taming unwieldy little brats exactly like you and reminding you exactly who your master is.
He leaves you waiting in his bedroom for half an hour longer than he said he would, until you can feel anticipation fizzing in every inch of you, your legs bouncing on the floor where you’re sat on the chair by his desk. The sound of the door handle being turned makes heat spark low in your stomach, your heart skip a beat – and there he is, as handsome and unruffled as ever as he walks into the room and simply looks at you for a moment.
There’s disappointment on his face, his mouth pulled into a sneer as he heaves a dark sigh that seems to rattle through your bones.
“Oh, darling,” he says, pulling the word out slow and drawling. “What am I supposed to do with you? You know the rules. I know you know them.”
You blink innocently up at him, your heart pounding. He raises one thin eyebrow before he points at the floor in front of him.
“Clothes off,” he demands. “On your knees. You should already be there, really, begging for my forgiveness-- but you like being punished, don’t you?” He tuts, sighs, shakes his head. “Insatiable little slut. Come on. Hurry up.”
You stand up, quickly, your fingers trembling as you go to pull off your clothing. Through your clumsy movements, Geto’s mouth remains set in a straight line, his eyes half-lidded. He’s thrown off the robes that he wears whilst playing his part – now, he’s in comfortable dark sweatpants and a shirt that clings tightly to a surprisingly muscled abdomen. You try not to stare, though you always want to when he’s like this. Unguarded. Comfortable. Utterly in control--
“If you don’t get here soon,” he says, a warning tone to his voice, “I’ll add ten strikes to your punishment.”
Your underwear goes last, your fingers inexpertly pulling down straps and unclipping the hooks and eyes so that you can finally get on the floor. The floorboards are hard and uncomfortable beneath your bare knees, but you don’t complain as you put your hands on top of your thighs and look up at him, awaiting his next order.
Geto leaves the threat of what he’s going to ask next hanging in the air for a few moments as he enjoys the sight of you, helpless and docile at his feet. A hand reaches down and gently strokes over your cheek, thumb brushing your lip – and then, he hooks his thumb between your lips and forces your mouth open.
“That position suits you better than one at my side,” he sighs. “And if you hadn’t forced my hand, perhaps I’d have just used your mouth . . . well. There’s no point dwelling on the past.”
He steps away, leaving you mouth open and naked on the floor. He hums under his breath as he opens a drawer by his bed, as he pulls out – you feel your face go hot.
“Don’t move,” he says, without turning around. “Not a muscle.”
He considers the belt for a moment, and then the paddle, and finally the flogger, laying them out on his bed, tipping his head to the side once more as he decides between them. You can feel slickness pooling between your thighs, but you tense your muscles not to move no matter how much you want to squeeze them together and seek the friction you’re desperate for.
“No,” he says, in the end. “I think I’ll use my hand. I want you to look at yourself in the mirror for the next few days and see handprints shaped like mine and remember exactly what I can do to you.”
He takes a seat on the edge of the bed and crosses his knees, elegant and at home with the situation.
He crooks a finger towards you, giving you one simple command;
“Crawl.”
You swallow as you lean forward on your hands and knees, moving towards him agonisingly slowly. You know he’ll notice if you move in a way that purposely lets your thighs rub together, and you know you’ll be punished for it – but with Geto watching your every move with those sharp, dark eyes, you can’t resist. He lets out an impatient sigh.
“Five extra,” he says. “Don’t be a greedy whore.”
The way he says it makes you whine, and he shakes his head as you finally reach him again. You don’t move, yet. Geto taps his knee.
“You know what to do, don’t you?” He asks, off-handedly. “I’ve done this to you enough times. You just keep making me correct you.” A sigh as you settle yourself over his lap on the bed, your stomach pressing against an obvious stiffness in Geto’s pants. He doesn’t react to it. He’s a master of his own control.
One of his big hands takes a generous squeeze of the softness of your ass, clicking his tongue.
“Pity,” he says. “You’d been doing so well. I hope this will teach you a lesson.”
And he hits you for the first time. You didn’t even hear the displacement of air as he drew back, and you jolt at the red-hot shocks of pain that radiate from where his palm has slapped against you.
“Count,” he growls, low. “And remember to be polite.”
“Y-yes!” You babble, your head already full of cotton wool. “O-one! Thank you, Master--”
(Geto likes ‘Sir’, or ‘Master’. In punishments, he prefers the latter, and you can never get over the sound of it issuing forth from your mouth. It feels so good. So right, to be beneath and below him like this. To have dedicated every moment to what Geto wants from you.)
He lets out a little, amused noise, but does not call you anything so louche as a ‘good pet’. He’s always rough with you. Praise is few and far between, and when it does come out of his mouth it’s only after he’s fucked you so hard you can no longer even gather the strength to stand.
The second slap, on the other cheek, stings worse than the first – Geto’s strength is occasionally astounding, his palm flat and hard against your softness.
“T-two! Thank you, Master--”
You do your best to keep track of the thick and fast spanks, though Geto leaves you bare moments in between them, and your mind feels fuzzy with how hot your ass is under the rough treatment. After the twelfth spank, two of his fingers delve between your thighs, pulling open the lips of your cunt so he can look at it. You receive a sigh.
“You’re dripping,” he says. “You’re a shame to yourself. You can’t even take a punishment without needing to be fucked, darling?”
“P-please,” you whimper, bucking backwards and hoping that he’ll give you some relief from the tight ball of tension that you feel like you have trapped between your legs. “N-need--”
“I know exactly what you need,” he says. “Now. Come on. You earned twenty five strikes, and I’m not even halfway through – grit your teeth and take your punishment. I’d tell you to be good, but . . .” Another open-palmed spank, harder than the others, and your count and thanks come out a garbled mess. “Both of us know that’s out of the question, don’t we?”
You earn another five strikes for losing track at twenty three, until your entire ass feels like it’s on fire and you have to press your forehead to the cool bed-covers beneath them and try and control your breathing. You’re a mess – trembling thighs, your slick all over your legs and definitely running down to stain the fabric of what Geto’s wearing. You’re absolutely aching to have something inside of you. You feel so empty that you feel like if Geto doesn’t fuck you, you’ll die.
“Master,” you whimper, as you’re permitted to dismount his lap, and you’re deposited on your knees with Geto back above you. He raises his eyebrows, running a hand through his silky dark hair as he regards you – the pout on your face, the tear-trails that have stained your cheeks from his rough spanking. “Please--”
You rub your cheek against his knee, still looking up at him. His lips turn up at the corners, a wicked glint in his eye that makes you squirm – and then, regret squirming for how the heels of your feet dig into your poor tender flesh.
“You’re being inarticulate,” he tells you, with a small smirk. Your chin is once again jerked, Geto leaning his elbows on his knees so his face is closer to yours but still above you. “Tell me exactly what you want, if you can get your pretty little head to think for once in your life.”
You swallow. His eyes, trained on you, are so intense. Everything about the way he sits and handles you whispers that he’s in control, that he knows what he’s doing, that you’re the unimportant person in the room and you ought to know your place. You get a mean little jerk as your mouth falls open.
“Well?” Geto’s voice is a purr. “Come on. Your head can’t be as empty as all that, surely?”
Empty.
“Please—” you say, again. “Please, it hurts, I wanna--”
That’s right. The ache between your thighs, where nothing is buried and you would really like Geto’s cock. You look up at him imploringly. He sticks his lower lip out in a mocking pout.
“Oh?” He asks. “You think you deserve to be fucked after the way you acted out there? Correcting me, interrupting me, in front of everyone? Like you know anything?”
“Please,” you repeat, again. You can feel the throb between your legs in time with your heartbeat. “Sorry, ‘m sorry, Master—”
He sighs.
“Sorry’s not good enough.” He tells you. He lets go of your chin, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of his sweatpants to push the fabric down along with the underwear he’s wearing, until he’s in front of you with his cock unmistakably hard. “Show me you mean it, if you want me to fuck you.”
You nod feverishly, already leaning forward and opening your mouth. You envelope the head of his cock with your lips, your tongue brushing the slit and greedily lapping at the glistening beads of pre-come that have gathered on his tip. Geto doesn’t so much as sigh – instead, one of his hands fastens around the back of your head as a warning that he could just start fucking your face whenever he wants to.
And you know from experience that he will, if he thinks you’re doing a bad job – and then, you’ll be being punished for two transgressions, and he’ll never give you what you want. You redouble your efforts. Tracing the thick vein on the underside of his shaft that always makes his grip tighten, just a little, imperceptible. Hollowing your cheeks and taking him further down your throat than you’d ordinarily be comfortable with, just so he knows how hard you’re trying to please him.
When you look up at him with your lashes coated in little trembling diamonds, you see that his eyes are half-lidded and he’s looking at you.
“What are you looking at?” He murmurs, softly. “Aren’t you trying your hardest?”
You immediately make a noise to protest that, returning to sucking his cock with earnest. Geto continues to talk, his voice all deep and lovely, a baritone that makes you squirm like nothing else.
“See? It’s so much better when your mouth is occupied, isn’t it? I should have you like this in meetings, instead. Nobody needs to know the thoughts and opinions of a needy little slut like you when your mouth was made for sucking cock, do they?” He keeps his voice polite, despite the sharp barbs that come spilling forth every time his lips open. He’s well-mannered and cool in his temperament when he’s doing this to you. One could be forgiven for thinking from his tone that he was cooing something sweet--
“Harder.” Your head is pulled forward, practically choking you on his length until your eyes water and you feel drool drip down your chin. “Don’t dawdle. Suck it like you mean it.”
You close your eyes, trying to concentrate on nothing but the taste of Geto in your mouth and the way you have to stretch your lips around him, bobbing your head. You don’t want him to punish you again. You need him to fuck you. You practically choke on his cock with each desperate dip, the head of it hitting your throat – and then, you’re being dragged off, before he’s come.
Your entire body seizes up in excitement. If he hasn’t come down your throat and he’s still that hard, that means he has plans to come somewhere else, and you hope that it’s buried inside of you so deep that you can feel his heartbeat. He sees the hopeful look in your eyes and snorts in derision.
“Desperate,” he says to you. “You’re pathetic. You’re lucky that I prefer your tight little cunt to anything else. Maybe having to hold my come in your mouth for an hour or so would make you think before you went around opening it, hmm?”
“I’ll be good, I promise,” you say, in a rush. “I won’t do it again, please fuck me--”
“There it is again,” He sighs, hands falling behind him onto the bed. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
You clamp your lips shut, suddenly aware that your little outburst was not in the spirit of what Geto is trying to teach you. He stands, rolling his eyes.
“Get on the bed, then,” he says. “Legs spread wide.”
The position will hurt, even if the bedsheets are nicer than the floorboards on your poor, sore ass. But what it promises when you’re done is too much of a siren’s call for you to do anything but obey, your back hitting the mattress with a soft ‘whumph’ of air. You brace your feet on the edge of the bed, knees up, and display your sex for Geto. You can feel that you’re such a mess that you’re dripping, already making the bedsheets below you damp and sticky.
You’re expecting him to fuck into you, take hold of your legs and bend them against your chest and ram you until you can’t remember your own name, with that perfectly serene expression on his face. He’s done it enough times before.
You’re not expecting him to sink onto his own knees in order to bring his face closer to your dripping sex. You’re not expecting the way his eyes drink you in, not passing comment – you feel your hole flutter and clench in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal at the inspection.
You dare to think, for one moment, that he might use his mouth on you – but in the end, he simply sighs, shaking his head.
“Disgraceful,” he tells you. “Do you think nice, well-behaved girls get wet when they’re spanked? Do you think their holes are this needy whilst they’re being punished?” He slides a finger through the slit, gathering the mess on the pad of his digit. He shows you the way it glimmers in the light to shame you, before he wrinkles his nose as he wipes it on your thigh. “You never learn your lesson, do you?”
“I do, I do, please--” Your voice is breathy and whiny.
“Five of them,” Geto says, mildly – and then he’s pulled his hand back and he’s given your exposed core a harsh slap.
Your hips rock backwards at the impact. It’s a mix between pleasure and pain – his hands finally touching where you’re needy and burning, but abusing how sensitive you are to any graze of his fingers. You whine into the ceiling, half-pain, half-enjoyment.
“That’s more like it,” Geto murmurs. “That sorry look. Cry for me.”
The second slap. This one is harder, and the noise makes you cringe – but it makes your hole clench, your heart skip a beat. You’re panting.
Third. Fourth. You’re crying as he pulls back for the fifth, your poor sensitive cunt unused to being treated so roughly – sure, Geto fucks into you like you’re nothing more than a sleeve for his cock, but he’s never done this before. The new sensation has you reeling.
Five. His palm is soaking wet with your own arousal, your chest heaving. He gets back onto his feet, wiping his slick hand on your bare skin once more. It’s embarrassing, how saturated the palm of his hand is with your slick. You feel so sore – you’re shivering, shaking, your mind hazy with the pain.
Geto’s fingers scoop you by the hips, nails digging into the earlier places he’d spanked on your ass so hard that you feel tears well in your eyes. Those bruises are still red-hot, and the feel of him has just reminded you of their pain. Your entire bottom half feels like it’s on fire.
Geto’s hard cock nudges the cleft between your lips, where the dull throb of pain hasn’t ceased.
He thrusts into you in one long, hard motion – his balls slapping against your ass with a noise that echoes in the room along with your cry. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts--
“What’s the matter?” He asks you, as he quickly slides into a punishing rhythm, letting the sharp jut of his hipbones add another layer of pain to the experience. His fingers continue to flex, digging into the rapidly bruising area of his spanks with every slick glide of his cock. “I thought you wanted me inside of you?”
Do Your Homework
I’m sorry I’m trying to focus so I needed this quickie out of my brain. Sorry, it’s fast and messy adlkfja;ldj.
Warning: Smut
Kinks: Teacher, teasing, dirty talk
“UGH!” A pencil flies across the room having just been yeeted from your hand. This homework is unbearable and you’re about to rip your hair out when arms slip carefully around your waist.
“That almost hit me you know…” Shouta grumbles against your ear. Hot breath fanning over your suddenly sensitive skin as he presses gentle kisses to your neck. The tender touch melts you effortlessly and you can’t help but let out a quiet moan at his affections.
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➥ Girls on Film
Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader
Summary: When you became an intern under the watchful eyes of your mentor, you had never expected things to go so wrong. You had been warned to not let your guard down, but the pride of finally getting the hang of being a hero ate you up and left you as hero bait for the infamous villains lurking nearby. Though you did not expect to wake up to a webcam pointing at your body, and Japan’s most-wanted villain standing right beside you.
Warning(s): NonCon/DubCon, Skull Fucking, Spitting, Humiliation, Dacryphilia, Degradation, Streaming Sex, Squirting, Dumbification, Death Threats, Manipulation, Mind Break.
Note: DARK CONTENT PLEASE BE CAUTIOUS.
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