#fatui!reader

Childe

FREAK! FREAK FREAK!

He stalks you for hours on end, days even.

Leaving the store in your cute adventurers’ outfit it drives him crazy. Those ribbons around her thighs make his mind spin.

When a sneznayian merchant comes to make a trade deal he’s pissed when the man calls you beautiful and implying you’d make a good wife! He knows you will but you’ll be HIS WIFE!

He thinks of how clueless you are when people start going missing and how members of the fatui don’t bother you anymore.

He especially thinks when you leave your bedroom window open. Far too many nights has he climbed inside and curled up to you.

You only bury your face in your pillow when he buries himself deep inside of you. He’s careful to go slow and stretch you just enough for him to do this every night. His fingers abusing your clit as you writhe in a deep sleep.

Tsarita forbid you moan another man’s name while he takes you. He’d have to spend the next night getting rid of them — and that pissed him off.

So when you have an eventful meeting with the head of Northland Bank, and you're forced to walk home with damp panties from the man’s constant teasing...

He’s quite quick to follow you home after expelling anger on an innocent mililithe guard. He didn’t care that blood stained his clothes or his hands. He wasn’t going to let that bitch banker take you from him. You’re his prize, and he had spent to many nights cumming in his hand to spare you from getting pregnant.

Not tonight.

He knocked. How polite. So, when you open the door to a deranged Childe covered in blood, your first thought is: he must be hurt!

“Childe? A-are you okay? Do you need me to help you?”

His eyes train on yours before walking in, forcing you back into the apartment before he wrapped a hand around your neck with a voice almost deadly, “You stupid slut, I’ve been so good not cumming in you! I haven’t hurt you either. Yet you let that bastard touch you!”

“Huh— I—ack I don’t—“

He walks you to your bedroom before shoving you against the wall, pushing up your night gown, “You’re mine, I’m going to make sure of that. I’ll make sure my sweet girl doesn’t get used by bad men.” He purrs in your ear before biting your shoulder.

Cyno

As the General Mahamatra you’d expect him to never do anything so terrible, especially not to the woman he loves.

Well, um, fuck the police!!

You were simply a student at the Akademyia, working hard on your studies. You never did anything wrong. So when The General enters your house one night, under the pretense of hearing you were studying forbidden knowledge, he took count of how you only slept in a tiny pair shorts and a sheer baby doll dress.

Your teary eyes and breasts made his head fog. He knew you were innocent the minute you threw yourself at his feet, begging for him to realize it was a misunderstanding.

“Please sir, you have to understand! I’m just studying King Destraht and the disappearance of dreams. I promise I didn’t do anything wrong! Please believe me.”

“If that’s the case you should become a dream keeper and stop wasting our time with nonsense.” He gripped your hair, making you look in his eyes as he shamelessly soaked up the sight of your breasts and tears. A sick smirk on his face as he lets you go roughly.

That’s when he started watching you. How you ran around Sumeru city, books to your chest. He wondered how much he could get away with.

It started simple. Like how you would you help him with task. Then he started questioning: would you follow him? Would you change your outfit if he said it wasn’t his standard? He found your innocence a major turn on.

He often called you naive and sweet, always ending it with, “If somebody hurts you tell me and I’ll handle it.”

So you’re walking back to the desert late at night. He stalked you into the ruins of the temple.

He quickly blows out the torch leaving you in the dark, and he takes no time before pinning you to the ground. Your eyes can’t see anything, especially not as well as his.

He pushes up your skirt and pulls off your panties as he kisses your neck. You crying and trying to fight was so cute, before he started to finger you slowly. Your first time being taken in a dirty temple by a man you couldn’t see! Oh, it stung his heart to see you so scared.

But he didn’t stop, making sure to take his time with you. He wanted you so confused as to why your pussy was craving this. He was suddenly training you for his size as he gets rougher. He feels you cum several times before his stamina depletes. He himself cumming inside you three times, pumping it in and out, until your pussy was dripping, a frothy mess from his cum and yours.

He left you there, but waited from afar as you went home crying, cum dripping down your leg as he had stolen your panties.

He waited for you to tell him, and his prayer came a month later when you came to him crying on a rainy night.

“Can I- can I stay with you please? Someone — a month ago — someone they- they forced themselves on me. I was so scared.” You cry.

“Sure thing, come tell me what happened. In detail so I can help you.” He picks you up and makes you straddle him on his couch.

As you tell him the story, he begins getting hard. Grinding you suddenly on his cock, burying his nose in your neck.

“C-Cyno? What are you doing?” You whimper as he kisses your neck.

“Shhh let me make it better.”

“Wait, Cyno.” You shake your head as he pins you to the couch.

It isn’t until he’s inside, and you're crying, does it click that it was him. You sob, but the way your cunt squeezes him, he knows you're bound to forgive him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

You'll forgive him because you're just so nice.

Kinich

Kinich is such a good boyfriend.

There’s truly nothing to complain about. He kisses you as much as he can and he loves you unconditionally. His family was terrible and he swore to never be like his father. So, each night he cradles you and tells you how much he loves you.

It was a normal day as you help around the Scions of the Canopy. Before heading home to make sure Kinich has something nice for dinner after the night's war.

When the door opens, his arms quickly find your waist. He reaches under your shirt and grips your breast as he kisses your neck leaving harsh bruises trailing down your throat.

“K-Kinich… are you okay?” Your voice shakes and shivers at his rough touch.

“Hehehe, You’re such a slut. Look at you shivering just from my touch.” A familiar voice made you glance back.

It’s Kinich's body however his hair was yellow and green; his eyes were more like emeralds than topaz. He has horns and a tail.

Ajaw

“I’m so tired of him fucking you like a princess. You’re nothing but a fatui slut. So you’ll be my pretty slave. Right? Wouldn’t want to lose Kinich’s soul forever, would we?” He taunts pushing your legs apart.

“Wait-I.” you whimper as he grinds on your ass.

“Are you denying me?! The great K'uhul Ajaw,” He pulls you away from the table, and throws you to the floor, before pulling you up to your knees pulling out his cock, pushing the sweaty member to your face.

“Go on suck, slut. If you do well at pleasing me, I won’t hurt you.” He laughs pushing his tip past your lips and forcing you to deep throat him.

Deep, spastic thrusts, nothing like your loving boyfriend who let you go at your own pace and was ever so kind. He fucked your throat like it was the last high he’d ever achieve.

When he cums he’s thoughtful enough to force you to swallow half. Pulling out and jerking the last few ribbons all over your face and tongue.

He drops down and kisses you, claws shredding your clothes from your skin as he forces you on your back. Threatening to make you fall in love with his cock so that you’ll beg for his cock instead of Kinich.

He puts your legs over his arms and fucks into you, immediately bottoming out, coaxing embarrassing squishing sounds, making you tear up as he laughs.

“Fatui slut, look at you so wet for the great Ajaw! Stop pretending you’re a good girl, you like being pinned down and fucked like my prey.” He laughs and mocks.

“No-no I’m a good girl. Please, I’m a good girl, Kinich please.” You moan, fucked a little too stupid.

“Stupid slut! My stupid human slut. I’m going to breed you stupid, we have all night til the resurrection, I’m going to break you.” He growls.

Sethos

Lucky girl. That’s what you are a lucky girl.

He watches as you walk around Sumeru. His eyes trained on you like a moth to a flame. He’s so quick to get in your way and help you.

“Hi! I was wondering do you need help?" he asks.

You appear to be from the city a bit turned around in the desert.

“I’m sorry, I’m trying to get to the jungle. I’ve been traveling from Natlan and I can’t seem to find the best way to the city?” You sigh.

“Well let me be your guide.” He offers his hand and starts the walk to the City.

He didn’t leave your side. Not when you had to find your mother. Not even when you were heartbroken to find out your mother was no longer in Sumeru. He even started leading you back to Natlan all for no charge.

He sat beside you on the cool morning in the desert sand. The both of you staring at Natlan in the distance.

“Hey? I mean I know you didn’t find your family but if you want you can um… stay with me?” He offers.

“Haha, don’t worry I have people waiting for me back in Natlan.” You smile sweetly at him.

“Oh yeah? Friends?” He scoots closer to you.

“Yeah, and a boyfriend. He was supposed to come with me, but he was busy with work.” You explain as his smile falls.

Cut to an hour later, him pushing your face into the wall of some ruins as he snapps his hips, making you cum and shiver. Your pretty eyes filling with tears as he grits his teeth, pulling out only to pick you up.

His hand firm on your throat as he pulls you back down on his fat cock, “You’re so lucky I saved you. Mmm baby don’t cry, you’re. So. Fucking. Uh-Lucky! I’m going to fucking keep you. Don’t worry I’ll give you a nice big family.”

Wriothesley

OH THE DUKE

When he caught you walking around with the hearth children, his heart almost exploded, gazing attentively as he watched you care for the kids.

He figured he could handle seeing you occasionally, but when he learned from Lyney that you left for Sneznaya often, it pissed him off.

He thought of ways to keep you but each time, he missed mark. He tried talking but it was taking long. He was an awkward guy after all, what would girl like youvwant with him?

Thats when there was an opening. Unwanted Fatui actives opened way to a court case. And you were brought to the fortress for questioning. The sight of you in hand cuffs makes his stomach sink and flip.

He can't help but watch you squirm and glare at him. He kows you would hate him if he tried anything, but you keep making it so hard.

“I’ll let you out, but only if you agree to my terms.” He orders, narrowing his eyes at you.

“What do you want! I told you I haven’t seen anything.”

“Due to your individual crimes, as well as your part in Fatui matters, you’ll stay here under my watch. When you prove to be a model citizen, I’ll let you free.”

“You want to monitor me?!”

He nodds and watches as you shake your head in a silent agreement, expecting to be out in days.

-

Now, almost a year later he's splitting you on his cock for the 4th time today. His cute little office slut, forced to drip his cum whenever he decides.

He revels in your muffled moans from the muzzle he keeps you confined to. Your hands bound in hand cuffs whilst fucks into you sporadically.

When he’s done he pulls out and takes off the muzzle, “Do you want to go back on the surface?”

You merely shake your head, leading him to bury himself within your cunt again. He allows you to sit on his lap as he does paperwork.

So basically, Xiao knows that his god is in Teyvat the moment they arrive. He knows it’s them when he’s brought to his knees by the warmth of his god suddenly increasing tenfold. From there, he sets out to find you. He ignores all other duties and focuses solely on that.

In the imposter au specifically, it’s more difficult for him to find you because the winds won’t tell him where you are. When you first arrived, Teyvat kept quiet about you because it wanted you to look around on your own for a bit, but now it keeps quiet about you to protect you from those who would use its tells to harm you. Unfortunately, this means it takes Xiao longer to get to you, and by the time he does, the damage has been done.

Xiao manages to catch onto your trail, but he’s just not fast enough. He’s always one step behind, and he’s getting more and more frantic because every time he thinks he’s found you, all he finds are empty campsites. And what really sends him into a frenzy are the droplets of liquid gold that he finds. Droplets that eventually turn into alarmingly large stains and puddles as the days go on.

Now, he’s frantic and he’s practically on the verge of losing his mind. What kind of monster would have harmed his god like this? The thought of the kindest being in Teyvat being harmed fills him with enough rage to slaughter any demon that may have gotten to you.

And so, when Morax calls for him and tells him about an imposter, he’s furious. Was this disgusting imposter the one who hurt his god? Xiao is a merciful being despite everything, but the only thoughts that fill his mind at the moment are thoughts of skinning them alive and tearing them apart limb by limb for not only hurting his god, but claiming to be them as well. He knows that his god wouldn’t approve of that though, so he quickly shakes the thought away and decides that he’ll give them a quick death when he finds them.

So now, following rumors of the imposter being sighted along with the trails of golden blood, he finds you a lot faster. And when he does, the breath all but leaves his body as he stares in shock.

You’re curled up on the ground. He’s caught you in an empty field, and there’s nowhere to run, not when you’re in his element. So you beg him for mercy, and all he can do is stand there and watch.

Watch as the blood from your wounds pours onto the ground and stains the grass gold. Watch as you cower before him, terrified and yet still radiating the warmth that he had always known.

He knows.

He knew the moment that he laid eyes on you that you’re his god. And how foolish was he for not realizing sooner? The imposter who just so happens to show up the moment his god arrives?

He falls to his knees and reaches out to you. But you flinch. And that’s when he feels it. The only thing he feels is a cold rage that washes over him. He’s furious. Not at you, of course, but at the ungrateful idiots that have done this to you. And he’s suddenly glad that he didn’t make a contract with Morax at that moment. Even if he did have a contract, he wouldn’t attack you. You’re more important than that, of course. He’s just glad he didn’t make a contract with someone so stupid that they didn’t recognize their own god. Especially when that someone claims to be the most devoted.

Anyway, when you flinch, he pulls back immediately and starts talking to you, trying to convince you that he’s not here to hurt you. He sets his weapon on the ground, and once he sees you looking at it, he throws it as far away as he can. He promises you that he won’t hurt you. If you still don’t believe him, he takes it a step further. He’ll take off every piece of armor and anything on his body that could be considered a weapon and lay it down in front of you before bowing, his forehead to the ground as he swears that he’ll protect you. He’s willing to take it a step further as well, if you still don’t believe it. He’ll tear himself apart if it means you trust him.

Luckily, since Xiao was your favorite character (my favorite character >:) ) you trust him quickly enough that it doesn’t get to that point.

OKAY, SO HERE’S THE FUN PART.

I’m so glad you mentioned the whole darling joining the fatui thing because I have been thinking about that so much recently lmao.

So basically, once Xiao gets darling to trust him, he lets them heal up and takes care of them, and he’s the one who gets food and stuff for them. One day, while he’s out, Childe finds them and they call for Xiao, who drops everything to come fight him off. However, Childe turns into Foul Legacy, who then recognizes darling as usual, and immediately starts apologizing. And you know how it goes, they forgive him and we get big ol cat Foul Legacy yeah yeah.

Now here’s the kicker! This time, when he asks them to join the Fatui and come with him to Snezhnaya, they say no at first, as usual. But when he finally manages to convince them (after he sends his findings to the Tsaritsa, who has already spread the word within the nation that the "imposter" is actually the real god) they agree to go, BUT only if they can bring Xiao with them. And ofc no one’s happy with this arrangement except darling and Xiao, but basically, now we get not only darling joining the fatui, but Xiao with them!!

This could also be what snaps everyone into realizing that darling isn’t an imposter. It would definitely help the archons and adepti. Xiao isn’t known by mortals, but he is known by other deities, and by the archons. He’s Liyue’s protector, the only one still active in his protection, unlike the other adepti who have holed themselves away in their abodes. And all of them know that he was the last one to carry the god’s light. How could they not when envy filled their hearts just at the sight of his markings? Glowing marks given to him by the creator themselves? And all of them, and I mean ALL of them, know that despite what others may claim, Xiao is the true most devoted acolyte. They know that if anyone were to recognize the creator, it would be him. And they remember the rage seeping from him when he was initially told there was an imposter. They remember the mountains that he tore apart trying to get to them. So for him to be siding with darling? They all realize, a bit too late, what it means.

As I said before, Xiao is not loyal to Morax, or Liyue, or Teyvat itself, he’s only loyal to you, and he’ll go wherever you want him to and do anything you want. Even if that thing is joining the fatui with you

Anyway, basically imagine you joining the fatui and Xiao following to be your perpetually angry brooding bodyguard. Also imagine getting, like, a special insignia, since we know they all get those, and asking for Xiao to get a matching one :)

All the characters are also wildly jealous of him since it’s obvious how much he’s favored.

On the silver platter in front of you lays ten fingers, and if you had two spare palms you'd be able to form two hands. Though it's foolishly obvious that they all came from different people. In the middle of the circle of fingers, lay a dead arctic fox. Blood covering most of it's white fur, blood dripping out of it's eye sockets. Perhaps he gouged them out for Dottore in exchange for goods? You wouldn't know

Nonetheless, an amused chuckle escapes you as you call over your trusted servants. One whom you trusted for her loyalty, and the other whom you trusted for their clear obsession with this game you were playing with the Harbingers

“Vera, fetch my actual dinner from the kitchen. Alouise, hunt something down in return for the pleasant gift Tartaglia offered to me.”

The two bow, murmuring the words “as you wish, my liege” with contrasting tones, before you're left alone with the harsh biting cold of the room

You hum in contemplation before a Cheshire grin makes its way on your face

“Shall I pay my lovely Tsaritsa a visit?”

. . .

The next day, you laugh innerly at the concealed rage of the Harbingers

You sat in the Tsaritsa's lap burried with fluffy fur coats, playing with the strands of her white hair as if they were nothing but yarn. Her cold hand, even with the thickest of gloves, gently caresses your back, sending shivers up your spine with each touch

Oh at times like this you felt like the whole of Snezhnaya is wrapped around your finger, what with most of it's people and the Tsaritsa herself adoring your presence

You smile knowing that even though Childe felt the the overwhelming urge to watch you bleed, to paint your room with the blood he'd come to crave, to want with an extremely unhealthy desire, he couldn't even prick your finger himself. You had his weakness in your hands, playing him like a fiddle. Your visit to his hometown was a success to your plans, you'd gotten his family's trust and admiration even easier than you expected. And it absolutely enraged him

You laugh knowing how annoyed Scaramouche is. That despite not even knowing his true nature, you still had the power to discourage people's fear of him, to turn him into nothing but a jester, a laughing stock by his very own goddamn subordinates

You hold the strings of the Tsaritsa's favor to Signora, constantly reminding her how easy it would be to throw her into the fire at a single cry of “witch!” the second she disobeys you. The second she forgets who gave her the confidence and reassurance needed to provide the gnoses to the Tsaritsa

You can easily wipe out Dottore's power and influence over Mondstadt with just a snap of your fingers. All his inhumane experiments and ungodly ideals being used against him, not in an act of heroic-ness, oh definitely not. You just absolutely adore how uncomfortable he is under your gaze, knowing the debt Mondstadt has for the Fatui, for Dottore, could easily be handed over to you and you alone. You delight in knowing that the only reason you haven't done it yet is because of the fact that he's obeying you oh so well these days

Really, playing with these Harbingers are way too easy. You bit your lip to stiffle a giggle, melting further into Her Highness' embrace, purposefully toying with the gem necklace you made her, the one sitting on her collarbone everyday

You remind every single one of these fools everyday about who's truly in power here

And you watch with bliss as their eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when in front of them they see various body parts of the people who they thought worked for the palace. Spies

The Tsaritsa praises you for your sharpness, gentle, cold hands cupping your face with nothing but love. Something everyone thought she'd run out of

Something reserved only for you

Yes, you gleefully enjoy the half enraged, half obsessed looks the people in the hall gave you as once again, you pull the strings of the play known as Snezhnaya in your very hands

His heart pounded as he watched you talking to another man. It’s been two weeks since you both broken up on his account. He thought at first you were a distraction, he couldn’t focus on his work with you around. His mind clouded with thoughts of you, and now it was worse.

At first he wanted to just stop this feeling, but how could he? It only stopped when he was with you and now his remedy was talking to some “random” at the Stadium.

He walks behind you listening to your conversation. As he pretends to shop around.

“I think you’ll fit in just fine, my dear!” The man smiled and took your hand delicately

“Well when do you leave?” You asked softly

“In four days, meet me at the Children of Echos and we’ll be on our way. It’s only a day's journey. You should be in the court of Fontaine by nightfall.” The man’s voice was cheerful.

Fontaine?! You were leaving for Fontaine?! Why!? He knew you weren’t from Natlan but to journey to Fontaine so soon? What could possibly be there…?

Suddenly he remembered when he took you to watch the stars and you smiled at him.

“You know? One day I’ll be a star; I’ll dance on a stage. You’ll come to all my shows, right?”

The sparkle in your eyes then making that small voice in his head grow, telling him to lock you away so that you could shine for only him. There was a price for his heart, for his love, one long over due for payment.

His mind wandered as you started out of the stadium. He quickly followed you as you walked through the valley, a small basket of groceries as you headed towards your camp. He quickly ran to catch up with you before taking your basket from your hand.

“Fontaine? You can’t just leave.” He asserted, a bit more demanding then he had hoped

“It’s not your choice to make. Now give me my stuff.” You roll your eyes almost setting him off

Kinich held the basket above his head in a childish attempt to prolong your encounter. So when you reach for the basket he grabs your waist pulling you close.

“Baby, listen to me.” He attempted to speak, but it was clear you weren’t listening to ‘nice’.

You lifted onto your tip-toes to reach his hand and he kept moving it from out of reach. He wasn’t that much taller than you, but he was faster. His eyes narrowed when you pressed your chest to his in an attempt to get your things.

He dropped the basket and quickly grabbed your face forcing you to look at him. His gloved fingers pressed tightly into your rosey cheeks. His topaz eyes narrowing at you to stop and finally listen to him as his other arm wraps around your waist making it so you couldn’t escape.

“Come home, I made a mistake. You can’t survive in Fontaine alone.” He said harshly

“Yes I-,”

“No. The fuck. You can’t.” He growls pulling you closer

“Kinich let me go,” You struggle against his bruising grasp

His hand quickly moves to your neck keeping you in place, “Archons above, you don’t listen. I said come home! What are you going to do huh?! Dance?,” he scoffs before softening his voice, “You know no one wants that. You have me, that’s all you need. I’ll make it so you know that. Just come home baby.” He purrs rubbing his otherhand up and down your side.

You wheeze, before he kisses you roughly. His lips were soft but still left bruising kisses. Hard, possessive kisses patterned your jaw and down your neck. His hand slipping from your neck to your thigh.

“See? I can be affectionate, just come home. Please I need you.” He begs before grazing his fang like canines across your neck.

“Kinich please let go, you’re hurting me.” You try to get through to him but he ignores your whimpers.

He picks you up and looks up at you. The swirl of emotions was unreadable as he seemed to weigh the pros and cons of just taking you. His ever rare smile graces you in a cute lopsided smirk that seemed all too sweet once. However, it didn’t make your stomach flutter, it sunk.

“At least let me take you home.” He says carefully

“I’m fine, please just put me down.” Your voice shaking as he walks you through the Valley.

Kinich seemed to ignore your soft pleads for freedom. The evening becoming dark soon as he walked you to a lone cave where you had hidden yourself. The cave had been your home the last week since you both had broken up. He almost felt bad for you, thinking this was better than just swallowing your pride and coming home.

He places you down on the ground, his gem like eyes watchful to your every move. He looked around and noticed some things he had given you.

“You still have those?” He queried about the rocks and such he had collected with you and Kachina one day.

“Of course I do… I loved you Kinich.” You look away and tear up.

“Then let me fix it, baby, I can fix you.” He says looking down at you on the ground.

The way you looked up at him made his stomach flutter. You had a lasting effect on his stoic manner, Kinich was not without his vices. His most addictive being you.

“You can’t just fix what you said! You told me you were bored of me, you said you didn’t want me anymore.” Your voice cracked into a whimper, making his eyes darken.

“I didn’t mean it, I was afraid I’d- you’re very important to me… if I lose you — if you leave me I’ll have nothing.” He said struggling to find the right words as he started walking to you until he was hovering over you.

His eyes watched the way your chest rose and fell, how you struggled to wipe your tears. Your blush grew as your nose and cheeks got red from how roughly you pushed and pulled to rid yourself of tears. He mattered so much to you. His eyes softened and he crouched to your level.

“I’m sorry.” He said his voice barely a whisper as he cupped your cheek.

You nuzzled into his touch, before pulling away narrowing your eyes. You have been manipulated before. You had been led on time and time before. Taken too many hollow apologies and soft sorrys to just merely forgive him.

“No- I don’t forgive you. You- you don’t mean that at all.” You denounce, looking over his face for a tell…

His smile fell and his eyes became void, “Just come home. I’m not playing this game with you anymore.” He said annoyed.

“You bastard! You did this! You pushed me away! You can't just-!“ You yell at him, attempting to pull yourself away from his overbearing grip.

He grabbed your hand roughly, “You misunderstand me, baby… I am sorry. I’ve always felt sorry for you.” He smirks standing and looking down at you.

“You-“

“I saved you from the Fatui! I gave you a home, friends, confidence,” Kinich broke his sentiment into a pause, leaving you desperately hanging on his words, “Love. I gave you everything you have now. You could never repay that, at least not as you are.” He grumbled in his usual tired tone.

You attempt to stand, trying to pull away only for him to grab you by the hair, forcing you back on your knees. His gaze made you feel small. His eyes lidded as he pushed your head to his clothed crotch.

You grit your teeth and try to pull away from his tight grip. You could feel how hard he was as he made you nuzzle his bulge.

“Can’t you just stay here? With me? I wanna see you cry those pretty tears. My sweet girl. No one else can have you, not until you repay me for all my kindness.” His lazy tone mocking you as he thrust against your face.

“Let me go!” You attempt to yell.

You hadn’t lashed out at him much before, he never really liked it. But this time he heard that familiar crack of fear tug its way out your pretty little throat. Your cute attempts to be scary amused him, he couldn’t help but chuckle. He revelled as his laugh made you misty eyed.

“Stop acting like you’re helpless; you can get out of this baby. You just don’t want to hurt me. Right? That’s why you’re crying? Because I’m going to use you just like everyone else? Silly little girl, still so naive.” He said looking you over.

You sat so pretty back on your knees, legs spread just the way you were taught. Just enough to grind yourself into the floor on command. Back arched and tears flooding your eyes, pleading and scared. He wondered how many times someone had you in this position before him for you to sit so pretty.

“You can’t survive without someone who can protect you. Aren’t I better than those bad men who used you? Must you fight me further? I know you need me too.” He said his voice scratching back a growl as he watched you start to squirm.

“Kinich- please let me go.” You begged with a sweet whimper as he narrowed his eyes.

He pulled out his cock unceremoniously, letting his heavy length push against your face. Stroking a bead of precum into your cheek, his face unimpressed by your defiance. You just won’t listen to reason.

The hand that was still in your hair jerked you roughly to keep you from moving. The other stroking himself on your delicate skin. Smacking your face with his sweaty cock in an attempt to make sure his scent never left your skin. He pushed the tip towards your pouty expression, and pushed against your lips. You resisted.

“I can just fuck you if that’s what you want? I’m sure you’re more then accustomed to being fucked without any form of lubricant. But it’s going to hurt, you already struggle to take me,” he threatened, admiring your full lips as you tenderly started to suck him off, “That’s what I thought.” He huffs, throwing his head to the side, watching you carefully.

“Why can’t you just come home, I don’t want to hurt you,” he brings his hand to his mouth.

Hissing and sighing out a groan before biting the tip of his gloved finger and pulling the glove off. Kinich quickly gathered your hair in his hand. He wanted to feel every bit of you from your skilled mouth to your soft hair.

“Just be mine” he begs, thrusting deeper into your mouth, making you gag.

The sound of you gagging and the way your pretty eyes rolled back, how your tongue stuck out pornographically and how tears fell down your cheeks. He fucked that precious look out of you, ignoring how you dug your nails into his hips, desperately clawing for air. His eyes half lidded as his eyebrows furrowed, pulling you back when he was close. Stroking out thick ribbons of cum onto your face, he watched mesmerized as it dripped slowly down into your mouth and onto your lap.

He kneels in front of you, cupping your face in his hands. Kissing you roughly as he revels in the taste of his cum on your tongue. You attempt to pull away, leading his grip to tighten, his nails digging into your tear stained cheeks. Pulling away in a huff he looks you over and pulls his knife off his belt cutting down your top exposing your chest. He sighed wistfully, his hand moving down to your hip and shakily back up to your waist.

“Beautiful. You’re so beautiful.” He whispered feeling his cock twitch as he watched your nipples harden from the chill of the night.

“Kinich please, I-I’ll go home please.” You begin to beg. Your voice caught in your throat when he snapped his eyes to look at you.

You were still crying.

Didn’t you know how much he loved when you cried? He kissed you softly, however as he wrapped his left hand around your neck like a vice. Roughly slamming you to the ground he watched emotionlessly as you whined and struggled, scratching at his wrist in a weak attempt to get him off. Still refusing to attack him with your full power.

That’s how he knew you still loved him. You wanted this. At any time you could use your vision, delusion, even summon your weapon. Yet you cried. He theorized you could be in shock, but you should be used to this. People turning on you. Or did you know just how much he loved you?

“K-Kinich.” You wheeze.

He snapped from his thoughts and pulled your panties to the side and slammed into you. Pushing graciously to the base, he had no remorse, or gentleness for you. In fact he smirks as he realizes your body still remembers his shape, perfectly squeezing as you instinctively spread your legs to accommodate him.

He watched as your eyes fluttered and your tits bounced. He nearly praised you for being so obedient, but he bit his tongue. Slamming into you again before dragging out slowly. Watching as he pulls out of your dripping cunt, sticky strings of your slick connecting you both.

He started getting faster, deep thrusts kissing your cervix as he started to get lost in the feeling of you. Releasing your throat he lifts your legs by the thighs as he fucks into you faster. Pulling lewd sounds out of your mouth and body as he made a mess of you.

Dirt and dust coated your hair as you bounced on his cock like a toy. Cum and drool drip from your face as you moan and whimper for him.

“Kinich please! Please,” you hiccup and cry, “I’m sorry, baby, please!” You apologize.

“Good girl, after this we’ll go home and I’ll take care of you. I’ll take such good care of you princess.” He grits, thrusting to the syllables of his words.

His thrusts slowly lose their rhythm as he gets closer. Chasing a high that threatens to overwhelm him, kissing you passionately as you cum around him. Pussy fluttering and squeezing each drop out of him. He fucks every last ribbon into you, determined to give you a reason to never leave.

“You’ll be mine forever.” He says biting your neck roughly as he ruts inside of you.

Slowly he pulls out and humps against your swollen clit before sitting up and looking you over. He stands only to pack himself away.

“Let’s get home.” He said picking you up princess style.

Slowly he gathered a few of your important items and carried you to the Scions of the Canopy while you slept. Luckily for him not many people were out tonight. They might ask questions.

Walking into your shared home Ajaw made himself known, “You did a number on her!”

“Shut up.”

“You should let me use your body to-“

“No.”

“But last time she-“

“No.”

You stirred and woke up at their petty argument. Kinich kissed your forehead taking you towards your shared bedroom. His heavy boots thudded against the wood floor.

“Kinich I don’t want this, please.” You whimpered your voice hoarse as you started to sob in fear.

“Yes you do. I’ll make sure you remember that. I’ll make sure you never leave me,” He smirks and nuzzles your face, kissing your tears, “Don’t be such a cry baby, I won't ignore you anymore. I promise princess, I’ll love you the way you deserve.” His voice dipped into a warning as he kicked the bedroom door closed.

Slam

A faint chuckle echoes from beyond all the yells of other people, people who were rescuing the dead bodies. It was a cold laugh, not fitting the cries of family members who lost their loved one in the war

Her hand gently grazes the face of her beloved, the face bloodied and unrecognizable thanks to the battle he fought

Her hand passed through the mist

Mist. Of course

How could she forget? You have hydro vision users on your side. Hell, you have everyone on your side

She clenches her fist. A long time ago, you had her on your side as well

This is but another attempt at taming her, another attempt at getting her back on your side after she, in your words, went berserk

“My dear ember, do you see it now?” The illusion of her husband melts away, and she has to hold herself back from clutching it close to her chest. Her re-opened wounds burns in your hands, as you grab her chin and make her look at you. As you force her to look into your cold, dead eyes under the facade of comfort and warmth

“You are nothing without me. I gave you everything, and I can so easily take it all away too. Now let's stop being defiant, you'd look so much better under my control anyway, ember.”

You're smiling. You're smiling and everything is going your way. You're smiling and you have everyone and their weaknesses wrapped around your fingers like you're holding a marionette's strings

Scaramouche isn't anticipating the moment you find out his identity. His weakness

Because at this point, it's no longer a matter of if, but of when

He can't even shake in fear, he can't even cry. No, he can only sit still like a good doll and wait until you finally find the secret he's hiding. Wait until you untangle his puppet strings and bring him back to life

He doesn't want to. Back then, he used to wish for someone to use him, for him to have a purpose

He doesn't want you to give him that purpose

He's always been stubborn, easily angered and easy to tease. That's what you made him to be, after all. Even without you controlling him, you wrote out his fate and destiny with your tongue

He let you control his image. He let you control his favor

“Balladeer,” A familiar voice. He looks to the side, finding the grinning face of your servant. He can't remember his name, all he remembers is that he stuck faithfully and loyally to your side even from back when you had no power in the palace. “My master is calling for your presence.”

His heart, he doesn't even have one, pounds roughly against his chest. There is a knowing glint in your servant's eyes, and he swears he can see your foggy figure behind your servant with the same knowing grin on your face

He let you control his everything but he can't, he doesn't want you to control his life

But it's no longer his choice, is it? The moment you stepped foot into this castle all those years ago, shivering and begging for help, the lives of it's inhabitants ended up in your hands

Now, they have to live exactly how he has all these years. Empty, hollow puppets