Tsukasa's character type: is possessiveness impossible?
I was just reflecting on a twitter post I saw regarding whether Tsukasa is a possessive character (their answer was no to the anon's dismay). Now, with Tsukasa showcasing a more 'selfless' attitude, granting the wishes of others whilst having no concern for himself other than to disappear - even with the exchange with Yashiro and Amane - he is shown to have no sense of possession other than servitude (a part of his will that everyone should be free to their own wishes and rights (especially when concerning Amane)). Thus, on the surface, he depicts no possessive characteristics.
However, looking back, I had a thought. Tsukasa's mindset is built on the foundation that no one loves him, whether it be the lack of expression from his brother, or others who drive to outcast him. Take for example PP arc when they avoided his assistance with the telescopes in favour of Amane and general interactions with other characters- they always 'shoo' him off when he is non-threatening. Understandable in their perspectives, but it serves to cement his belief that no one will love him.
(I couldn't find a better one, but you get the gist).
Therefore, with this belief, it is a given that he would have no sense of possession. If there is no certainty of love, what is there to possess? What is there to be jealous of? What is there to long for and wish personally? Tsukasa's character is built to think critically, to act tactfully and have meaning in his actions, having such a possessive feeling would only undermine his character and work against him. Thus, whatever he is capable of feeling and expressing personally on an emotional level is squashed and ignored; for it is irrelevant.
Consequently, this suggests that if given the chance to be loved, he may become possessive. This explanation goes back to the similarities I saw between Amane and Tsukasa in regards to changing the fate of others. Amane/Hanako, wanted to deal with Yashiros' lifespan with his own hands, he wanted to preserve her life, find some meaning in his actions that say; 'Yes, I was the one who changed her fate'.
This is similarly seen in Tsukasa. Now, coming from another post of mine, after learning of how critical Amane's condition was, as a young child, instead of consulting with his parents which is usually expected of him at that age, and instead of hoping and asking for him to get better, Tsukasa sees the capabilities of the entity/pit god and deals with the situation himself. He didn't inform his parents of its existence and what it can do, no, instead he provided Amane gifts to make him feel better and in the end, dealt with the most imminent issue that their circumstance has been obviously leading up to: Amane's death.
In this sense then, Tsukasa demonstrated the will to deal with his brother's fate himself. He did not rely on his parents, the 'reliable adults', but his judgement and the entity. Doesn't this then say: 'I wish to deal with my brother's fate with my own hands?"'
When Amane took control of the situation in PP arc, he was labeled as possessive. Wouldn't the same then be said for Tsukasa?
You have to reflect on the possibility (as I mentioned in another post) that perhaps Tsukasa didn't misinterpret Amane's statement of; "Of course I love you!" Or "Isn't it obvious?" His reaction was too positive for it to be a misinterpretation. Perhaps in the red house, he stated that Amane hated him in order to fight home sickness. However only after Kou told him of his fate, did the belief of hate fully cement. Accordingly, doesn't this suggest that when Tsukasa changed Amane's fate, it was with the belief he was loved and thus personally wanted to have control of the situation, overall showcasing the possessiveness he lacks at present?
Of course, even if he did believe he was hated from the very beginning, I believe this reasoning still fits. Therefore, if Tsukasa was truly loved by someone, for me at least, there is a high possibility that he may express his own form of possessiveness. Because, after all, don't we all have a part of that feeling within us as humans however miniscule it may be? (From objects to any sort of relationships). We have to think of character development and changes too, nothing is linear.
That is not to say he may express it like Hanako nor how Akane does, after all, on the surface he does not truly express himself. The way he will do it, would probably be different.
How? I cannot say without knowing more of his character, but what I can say overall is that: possessiveness is a possibility that shouldn't be immediately crossed out.
Furthermore, we have to think of his manipulative tendencies that are carried in order to gain control of situations. The sense of control is a cumulative element that forms into a possessive trait, as commonly seen in Amane. Control, is a similarity between them that shouldn't be overlooked. Both act in ways to have control over others. Consequently, this reinforces the idea that possessiveness is something Tsukasa can be capable of too.
Bucky sat in his office at his estate, I big mahogany desk right in front of the book case, Bucky had a glass of whiskey in his hand as he stared out the window, taking gulps every now and again,
Steve sat on the couch in the room, Steve knew what was weighing on his friend's mind,
"She's fearless." Steve says drawing Bucky's attention from the window,
"I've watched many women, women who thought they were tough but as soon as someone yelled they would cry, women who pretend just to get on someone's arm, But she not like that, she has almost the same air as you, maybe a bit less intense." Steve says
Bucky smirked,
Sam walks in,
"So I got everything I could on her, your not going to like it." Sam says handing Bucky the folder,
"Why?" Steve asked,
"He old man, he ran with Rumlow's father's crew." Sam says
Bucky scans through the papers as Sam explains,
"Her mother died of mysterious causes." Sam says making quotation marks with his fingers,
"How old was Regin when she died?" Steve asked,
"Six." Bucky grumbled
"Where is her old man?" Steve asked
"Jail.. Get this for attempted murder... on his own daughter." Sam says
Bucky growled
"She was only thirteen, but before that, there were these trips to the hospital, broken jaw, fractured wrist, cracked ribs, you name it she had it." Sam says
"He was beating on her." Sam says
"Why try to kill her after seven years?" Steve asked
"Something must've changed." Bucky says closing the file,
"Like what?" Sam asked
"The only one to answer that would be her." Bucky says taking another sip,
"Well after he went to jail she jumped around the system, she graduated school early, when to collage, and has been at her job ever since." Sam says
Bucky rubbed his chin with his finger,
"What do you two think of her?" He asked
His eyes giving a certain darkness in them,
"We like her boss." Sam says
Bucky nodded smirking,
"Well then I guess that settles it." Bucky says standing up,
"Settles what?" Sam asked
Steve smirked,
"She's going to be my wife." Bucky says standing up,
Regin POV
It was just hitting midnight when I walked through the door of my home, setting my keys and bag on the table next to the door,
I slipped one heel off, balancing on one foot rubbing the bottom of my foot, doing the same to the other,
"I need another job..." I mumbled as I stood up rolling my shoulder rubbing my neck trying to loosen the knots in my neck, but suddenly I froze, something wasn't right.... I could feel it, I reached in my bag for the taser,
"I wouldn't do that sweetheart if I was you." I heard a voice come from the couch I flick on the light, and freeze,
Barnes was in my home, with a few of his men at his side, his arm draped over the back of the couch, completely relaxed,
I put the taser down, narrowing my eyes at him,
"What are you doing in my house?" I asked crossing my arms,
He chuckled,
"I break into your home and you don't even seem fazed, not even a shiver." He says
"You don't scare me Barnes." I say
A smirk forms on his face,
He stood up walking towards me in stride. I didn't back away or moved I held my ground, one thing I learned a long time ago never show any sort of reaction to this sort of behavior. He towers over me, he is a bit taller than me and bigger to.
"I like that about you doll, you have a spine, not afraid," He says he was about to touch my cheek when my hand caught his wrist,
I narrowed my eyes at him,
"I did not give you permission to touch me." I say
He smirked,
"I think you would be perfect." He says
I glare at him,
"Perfect for what?" I say
"To be my wife." He whispered right at the shell of my ear, the sentence left me breathless and speechless...
It is a job that many would not enjoy, One that demands devotion and understanding and care and patience and a lot of physical labour. Yes work as a Head Maid is is surprisingly difficult. One is expected to maintain a flawless appearance while both co-ordinating and preforming duties to keep a castle, a royal family, AND their charge happy and from falling apart. I am one of them, In fact my personal Charge is the Eldest Princess of the Land Camille. You are quite the person. And... have been earning a reputation as of late. Another one at least. Despite your bratty exterior, you are rightfully the most beloved of the royal family here. The others...
My train of thought is interrupted as I hear your noises chain through the castle. Your new Bodyguard, Rhea I hear you scream in ecstasy, has been quite thoroughly enjoying... access to you. I try to ignore it, and Certainly try to ignore the burning jealousy and... arousal that your cries bring me. You were so quiet when you let the other maids play with you but this. This is primal. Half the time your screams of pain are just as mixed with pleasure. I wonder how she's treating you. What she's doing to you. She's probably satisfying you in a way I never could... I have known you for a long time though. She doesn't know anything to replace me. Your favourite teas and coffees, your Taste in clothing, Your favourite treats and things to complain about. The exact temperature to run your bath at. The fantasies you have revealed to me when you've had a bit too much wine. The way you would smile coy but kind whenever i would shy away from you when you changed, unable to bear to change the way I see the woman I dream of. The way when you're having a bad time emotionally you have this deep sadness to your eyes that refuses to show any-
"Hello? Iphis? I just said I wanted your attention!"
"A-ah! Sorry princess, I was just..."
"Just what? I want you're attention and you are of my employ so I shall have it!" There it is, that deep sadness.
"So, I want you to say nice things about me." I know I need you to say this about yourself. I breathe in and prepare to speak firmly with you.
"You need to say something nice about yourself."
"Wh-I? Where did this?"
"Now princess."
"Uhm. Well I'm cute....?" There it is, there's the sparkle in your eyes returning. You needed to hear that from yourself first. Now I can do the rest. I know everything you need... almost everything.
"You are adorable!" You shift in your dress. Darker blue, smaller than normal but still large, but lots of ruffles. Lots and lots of ruffles. And long silk gloves. The dress you wear when you're having a rough day. You look wonderful in it.
"I'm not so terrible to my staff most of the time." You think so poorly of yourself. You don't deserve to beat on yourself like this, you're wonderful. If anyone's unworthy it would be...
"That's right! You're kind and sweet when the mood hits you." Your face flushes and you look up at me, eyes pleading for more.
"Uhhh, what else....?"
"You also have a very pretty voice, and a wonderful sense of style!"
"Go on?"
oh no. Don't mention your chest. Do *Not* mention your chest.
"And of course. You. Have a very wonderful. Um... ive. Uh~"
"Mhm~" I shift in my dress uncomfortably, a blush visibly growing against my face. You wonder what is up with me. This is highly abnormal for me. I'm hiding something.
"Apologies my lady I have laundry to do~" I turn and try to run. Your words freeze me dead in the tracks. And force my body to shrink three sizes.
"Iphis. As your mistress, I demand no secrets. What were you trying to say?"
"Um. Well, my lady. I know you are actively courting some individuals as is your duty and. I do not wish to get in the way of that..."
"You wont, I assure you. Tell me. Now." You see me start to shake in my dress, still crunched up trying to shrink away from the world.
"Um. Uh well, you are very pretty and. Uhm. I... Heard the... Sounds you made when your new bodyguard uhm... sneaks you away and uhm..."
You inch closer to me, subtly. "I want FULL disclosure, Servant. I will not punish you for obeying me."
I sweat. The. Audacity in what Im being forced to say. My hands fly into my face, muffling my words. "I. Um. IhadacrushonyouforyearsandIcan'tstanditanymore."
"Tsch. I couldn't quite hear that. Say it again, and properly." You're blushing. I said that and you're blushing. I just know you are. I find my arms to the sides, Falling back on an old embarrassing habit of mine back when I was still learning and belt out, as loud as I can.
"I HAD A CRUSH ON YOU FOR YEARS MISS!" Before my hands rush to my face, silencing myself.
"C-can you go on, further?"
I suck in a breath of air. "I. You are so pretty and sweet and so much better than all your siblings. There is nobody else I would rather serve and you are my best friend Mlady. I had a crush on you for years and hearing your moans and shouts I have been getting very jealous... and when I heard you scream her name today when I have cared for you for so long..."
A gloved hand comes up behind me, and over my lips, and I feel your gown press into me.
"Noblesse oblige, you are my subject, I will attend to you."
You embrace me from behind, not constrictingly, but I can feel it.
"Keep going."
"Oh meine Prinzessin... Ich leibe dich. I have for so long. I. I held back my feelings because I was horrified if I told you them then... you would. Care for me back..."
"I'd care for you back? You were worried you'd attain your goal?"
"I was worried you'd... be distracted by me. You have so many important duties and I just. Am staff." I say, somehow deflating even more.
"You......" You seek the words needed for this. "are my highest ranked and longest serving maid. All of my staff are people I must build a relationship with and you are no exception. Your seniority makes this paramount, in fact."
"Milady I..." I turn around in your arms, you see tears well in my eyes. "I'm not good enough for you."
You grip into my arms with strength that seems to shock me. The audacity of this stupid statement, you force me to stay looking at you. "Who are you to make this decision for me?"
"I uh-"
"That's right. You are my servant. I determine your worth. You are worthy."
I look up into your eyes, my voice is laboured and it would be impossible for me to see through the tears. "I-I'm yours?"
"What else are you? You serve me, I rule you in any case."
"I-I. I I... I...... Ich... Das kann ich nicht sage, Prinzessin."
I can't say it? You know I need to say it anyways. "Sag es trotzdem."
"I." I start to cry even more, and choke out a sob as I collapse into your arms. "I... I am- I'm worthy of being your maid."
You brush my hair, feeling my subtle, Rose scented hair.
"Good girl."
A little more emotional buildup. A soft sob escapes me.
"You've been holding this for quite some time darling, haven't you?"
Years. For almost as long as I have known you. "I-I have m'lady." I sob some more, my emotions running alongside my mascara down my face. "I really, really have. I... I remember the acts of kindness that broke through your selfish persona. You thought I didn't find it but that bird you nursed back to health. Birds are" I cough "are hard to hide hehe. And-And those kids who you handed money to. When... when I was learning and spilled dinner over your sister and you defended me. You. Have a lot of neediness but also, a kind heart... I fell in love with you those times." I hug into you tighter, terrified If I were to let go I would wake up or you would fade away. "You are such a wonderful person my Princess. Princess Camille of the Land. How could anyone not love you?"
In response I feel you squeeze back, and hear you squeak out a tiny Whimper.
"D-danke schoen..... Go on, please. You did say you preferred me to my siblings?"
I choke on my words. Memories of their... games... their... fantasies... It's awful. "I-I do. They're all so cruel. They called me a man... and nasty. They would laugh and sneer and... and... they..." I break down sobbing into Your chest. "You wouldn't ever hurt me like they did. Like they want to..."
"Ah... so, you did go through it..." You pull me deeper into the Embrace. Your gown is so wonderful to the touch. "You aren't a man. I couldn't be so stupid as to mistake you as such."
The tears run harder. My face drips lower, straight into your chest though I don't notice it. "They... wouldn't stop."
"I'm listening."
"They... Beat me... and... threw me around and... they knew nothing would happen to them. So..." I cry more into your chest.
"So.....?"
"They... stripped me. And. Forced me to present. If... If they weren't called off for more they... they threatened to do it again."
"Called off for....?" You hold me tightly and gently. You just want to protect me right now.
"They... kept doing it after but... it never went farther but... they always say they wanted to do... more. More violent things. Your brothers both... wanted to call me up to their chambers." The tears flow more. "You would never do that to me, would you M'lady?"
"Why would I ever hurt you over nothing. Over something so trivial." You brush your hand through my soft brunette hair.
"What did I do wrong?"
"You did nothing wrong. They just thought to hurt you, knowing they could get away with it. It was improper, irresponsible of them."
"... Unacceptable."
"Exactly. There's not much I can do besides be your mistress, your protection, right now. But if there's any way I can help you? That I haven't thought of?"
"......." I've stopped crying but started blushing hard into your chest. "I... Am I attractive?"
"I think so. You have an adorable body, very soft. I love the feeling of your embrace. Your rear is quite impressive as well Iphis, and your breasts are quite something. Bigger than mine ufu~. I think I outshine you, but it's my virtue, not your lack so it's no strike against you. You are a quintessential, Adorable, commoner woman."
My blush deepens, it's quite nice on me. "Would you... kiss me Prinzessin?"
You give me a peck on my cheek. "Like so? But perhaps on the lips?"
I nod trying to look away from you, but you grab my chin and pull myself to face you, planting the kiss on my lips. You feel me melt into your grasp further, almost as if my body is trying to force itself into yours. "M-maybe a little more? Like?" I look into your eyes, so full of love and devotion and... a desire to serve. I speak softly. "Like you love me?" You click your tongue, and proceed to force your tongue into my mouth. I melt further into your grasp, my hands wandering on their own, before pressing into a bruise left by... more aggressive forces.
"A-h! Careful!"
"AH!" I immediately pull back "I'msosorrym'lady! Please. Don't hate me..."
"I wont! I never... but that hurt, you hurt a royal, silly girl."
You see me start to shrink in fear again.
"Pleasedon'thurtmeI'msosorry."
"I won't hurt you. It was a minor issue. I do wonder however, where were you trying to grab me~?"
My face flushes. "I... Uh." Looking down I find my hands have wandered low and was going up. "They... they were moving by themselves. I think your waist?"
"You can grab it then."
"Th-the same spot m'lady?"
I watch you bite your lip slightly. "I-if you insist." You say, encouraging me to go slowly to your waist. I place there gently, then putting in a bit more pressure. You gasp, Shudder, moan softly. Just like You did with Rhea. "Is... is this good?"
"I wonder... how much have you hungered for my body Iphis?"
"I... Your majesty... Some days were very hard to work." My hands wander, encouraged by the positive reactions. I hunt for more bruises to press, to hear your cute little gasps again. "I... Had dreams of your beauty. I have seen you naked before but... I wished to have experienced it as a lover."
"I want detail, Indulge yourself." I see your eyes grow more excited "And indulge me."
"I dreamt that it was later at night. That you called for me and I were to come to your chambers. Assuming it was an emergency, I ran as fast as I could. Upon reaching your chambers, I see you in your nightgown... splayed out and looking grumpy. You explain how you're worked up and unable to... finish. You needed me to... take charge of you. To make you feel seen and wanted and loved. TO see bliss and joy and the stars as I am to play with you. The dreams have... shifted lately. You've asked me to be more rough and more cruel. To make you moan and feel my desire and passion. I want... to do that with you. To serve you. Properly. Intimately."
"You do mmmm~? I'll let you."
I smile, softly and sweetly. My makeup is ruined but My eyes have all sadness pushed out by an incredible sense of devotion. You feel me immediately put pressure into the fresh bruise on your waist, Pressing boundaries as well as Your composure, forcing a moan out of you. "I'll make you feel good M'lady. not like what the others will, but how I wish to take charge."
"Y-yes?" You say, pulling out your fan to attempt to regain composure. "Do help yourself, Oh~!!" A hand has wandered to the small of your back, Rougher than the other maids, softer than Rhea. My touch is tender, loving. It feels so nice.
"Well miss, would you like to stay out here where you can be heard? I prefer more intimate locations but..." You can't help but let out a whimper. "If you prefer m'lady, I am to serve however you wish."
"L-let us retire to my chambers."
"Of course your majesty. Your beauty can only truly be admired there." The hand on your bruise moves up to your side and into your hand, almost feeling the love I hold for you. The other tries but fails to get through your dress and at your ass. "Besides, This dress is beautiful. We wouldn't want to ruin it would we?"
"Quite. You're so considerate, always have been. I feel almost as if I should have directly invited you sooner." My grip tightens on your hand, while my other continues to rub at your back.
"I wouldn't have wanted to impose, m'lday. Though I certainly was harder on the others in my envy." A smirk grows on me as I peck you on the lips, pulling you down halls you haven't been through before. "I should give them an apology."
"Ah~, Iphis, where are we going....?" God you're adorable. I cannot wait to have my way with you. If this takes any longer...
"Why to your chambers of course. Just. Passing through some of the servant's corridors. It's faster and the others are less likely to see us." A long repressed idea shoots through my mind, my body acting on it's own. "Though... the walls are thin." And I pin you to the wall, both hands grabbing both of yours, forcing your arms up and letting me get a better look at your chest. "Do you want them to hear us m'lady?"
"I-it would be embarrassin-"
My hand leaves your left, holding both your arms with just my left hand, as my right makes it's way down to your thigh, grabbing hard. "M'lady, we all hear the way your bodyguard speaks of you. Loudly. In public even. And you are also ever so loud. It is impossible not to hear." I kiss you, deeply and passionately, A Fire, a Desire, a Need to serve deep within me coming out. Im not hungry for you, This is more innate. To my core. I NEED you. Fully. Completely. "Is that not already embarrassing Princess of the Land?"
"I-I" I watch you bite your lip. You are just the most beautiful thing, even in this dimly lit passageway. "Th-then...... OH! Oh my!"
"Hehehe. I've worked around these dresses for years m'lady. Their volume is nothing to me." I hike up the front of your dress, balling it between us and my hand grasping your thigh wanders to the back, taking a handful of royal rear. It jiggles with only my grasp. "Ahhhh~!!!" My other moves away from holding your arms up and goes to cup your face lovingly. I feel nearly mad in my joy. "I've waited my turn a long time princess. Recent days have nearly driven me mad. I'm going to enjoy my turn with you now."
"I-Iphis?" You blush, trying to hide your face but unable to reach around with the balled up dress. You whimper a little more. "This is...... es ist so unzuechtig...."
I chuckle, I've seen you naked. This is embarrassing? "Ich habe Sie Nackt um beim Baden Gesehen, meine Dame, aber das is unanständig? Princzessin, did you forget my oath to you?" My grip tightens on your ass, but wanders, until it finds where you've been spanked. I pull you into another deep kiss, stifling the moan that would have been forced from you. When I pull back from you I'm smiling. My other hand finally finds it's way down your corset and Tears it open, revealing your ample breasts to the cold air and freedom to be toyed with.
"Ahnnn~" You try so hard to silence yourself but... the pain. The pleasure. "That hurt- hhhhh." Your breath almost comes out as love.
"Of course it did my princess. My oath to you. 'Whatever my lady needs, at any time at any cost, I shall be there. My devotion remains true, and my body belongs to her. So help me god.' You need this princess. I know how much you like the pain. We all do." A pinching radiates from your nipple, sending simultaneous waves of pleasure and pain through you, as I kiss your neck gently and passionately. A firm slap lands as I repeat a blow to your ass. It jiggles and squishes and rebounds from my force.
"Ahhhh!!!" You feel yourself leaking. "Ahn, this is...." Your whorish moans leak from you, despite your best efforts to repress and be silent.
"Your majesty. The song you sing is so beautiful. I've longed to conduct it myself." I twist, I pull, I slap, counting beats, timing and placing them to make you as loud as possible. You are my instrument and I am a master artisan. I play your sobbing moans at the humiliation. Embarrassment, Indecent, improper. You manage those words, between crying for more, crying my name. "IPHIIIIIS!!!! gyueh~!!! AHHHHHN!!!" as I force you to cum. I feel your body twitch and convulse. Droplets of watery seed drip from your cock. My focus is entirely consumed on you, not even noticing the one butler who came around the corner to see what the commotion was, before running off embarrassed.
"I'm going to keep going princess, work through your needs until you are satisfied, then I will return you to your chambers, get you your favourite Floral tea and a slice of chocolate cake. I will tuck you into bed, and let you sleep after such an exhausting encounter. And I will love you the whole time. My Princess. My Princess." My hand moves from your ass to your perineum, rubbing quick circles, keeping the pleasure building. "If you can princess, loosen my top. I want you to see my 'Commoner beauty'."
You try and fumble, silk clad gloves unable to get a grip on my uniform. Between your moans you let out a frustrated whine. To be watched and now you can't even do this?! You're so us- "It's alright princess. You shouldn't be asked to do anything but enjoy things. I'll get it undone." My hand leaves your chest to find my top, skilfully undoing it with one hand, revealing my tits, somehow bigger than yours. You feel my other speed up, trying to match your increased heartbeat. Your whimpers become utterly pathetic. Such a spoiled, weak brat you are.
"Th-hank you......"
"Of course My Princess. Anything you desire, I shall provide. All you need is to simply ask." My hand returns to your breasts, focusing on the other tit this time. You spot a member of Staff or two stopping to watch the debauchery. Though, that's not where my focus is, when you turn back to me I am so truly, utterly focused on you and only you. You are taken aback, and you feel so warm in side. You can't quite place why, but you want to lean into me and melt. You feel my hand move from your breast to your shoulder blades and pull you forwards, as if I know how to read your mind. "Shhh, shhh. Est ist okay, Meine Prinzessin. I always know what you need. Just call and it's here for you." I kiss you deeply once more, needily, you feel as if I am clinging to you like my life depends on it.
"I-iphiiiis~ Ahn~" You shudder, I feel you embracing me, as you cum once more like a pathetic whore. I swell with pride. I really am a good maid for you.
"Mmmm good princess. Cum for me. Your sweet head maid. I'm here for you. Just like that..... Allll for me." I lift my hand, dragging along your cock and take a taste of your ejaculate, before kissing you to share. It tastes oh so wonderful. "Now princess, I know that you have gotten used to... quite large girls, so I hope this doesn't disappoint." I say before lifting my skirt, revealing what I assume isn't a monster, but in reality is, a nine inch cock that must have only been hidden from how large my own uniform's skirt is. I feel you tense up, and try to hold yourself together. I see a slight fear form in your eyes.
"I-I..... Iphis! That's massive!"
A few gasps form the crowd confirms what you were thinking, but I don't hear them at all. "My princess, It's quite alright. You don't have to say such sweet things about me but it's appreciated." As I look into your scared eyes my cock twitches. I take my hand from your back and pound the wall behind me. A hidden compartment opens up with a bottle of Lubricating oil and some toys. "There are plenty of perverts on staff My Princess, so there's plenty of toys like this stashed around. I knew you liked... active maids so I was sure to hire them for you."
You gulp, palpable fear shoots through your spine. But also, excitement. You beg for me to be gentle. "Bitte... Bist du sanft......."
"Natürlich, meine prinzessin. I'll go nice and slow. Anything you want Meine Prinzessin, I provide." You feel me poke at your rear. the Lube is cold. "Ah-!!" You wonder how you could ever fit me. The crowd seems to look like they have the same thought... there's more of them. You brace yourself. "Oh god.... ah,.... I really am just a whore."
"Now now My Princess." You feel yourself slide down onto me, two inches at once, even that threatens to tear you apart. I start slowly moving. "You are so much better than a common whore."
"Ahnn! H-how?! Hhhk!! S-so-so big! AAAAH!"
"You're doing so good princess, Just focus on me, that's right. I'm your entire world right now. Let all those silly thoughts of anyone else leave you. I'm all you need. Forever and always My Princess." I go agonizingly slow. You shudder with excitement every time I go slightly deeper. You hear my soft grunts in your ear, and I move your head into my neck, holding you tightly and closely. My hand rubs your back comfortingly, juxtaposed by the building pressure of your tight corset fighting my girth. You briefly regret having it tied so tight, before the pressure against you starts to arouse you.
"G-Goodness My Princess, you're so very tight. You feel so much better than I dreamed you would." You feel me grow faster, get deeper with every thrust. I'm grunting louder now. Breath heavy. Laboured with what you think is love. My hand moves to your head, petting your hair and pulling you closer. You note how many people are watching. You can't count this many commoners under this state, and the fact that you're still in the line of succession makes you worry about your siblings. "Ah-ah?!" You try to relax, though the nerves are eating you alive.
"So good. So wonderful. I should have come to you sooner My Princess." I go deeper, faster, I'm thinking less, my body taking over where my mind is failing. I thrust deep, so very deep. I'm lost in the feeling of your body. Of My Princess' Royal Body. Tears of joy start to flow from my eyes and wet your hair. Though it is impossible to deny my mild scent of roses, your dense perfume and the smell of sex is the only scents filling this hall. I smell your hair anyways, Lavender and Strawberries. Deservingly Elegant.
"AH-AH-AH~!! ahn!!! Iphis-! Maid-! I-!"
"How close are you getting My Princess?" I say, finally managing to work the whole way in. The sound of hips hitting hips fill the hallway, annunciating your honorific. As if on cue, you moan, completely unrestrained, tongue lolling out and drooling over your bouncing breasts signalling to myself and the crowd that you have orgasmed once more, Adding to the mess of Orgasmic fluids like the messy slut you are. I grip tighter, Knowing I have to keep going, keep making you feel so good. I go faster, intent on making you cum as much as I can. "I understand princess. I'll make you feel better than anyone else. You'll cum so much Princess. At least five more times." I go harder. It hurts, how large I am, how fast I am. Of course, I know you like pain, don't you princess? I'm intent on forcing you into a loop of pleasure and pain. Stuck upon the edge of orgasm, keep you going right there.
Oh god you don't know what my intents are but the vicious pounding pushes you over the edge of orgasm, gushing into your petticoats with pathetic pained whines. My voice somehow cuts through the horny haze that comes. "F-Four more times My Princess. Feel my devotion to you..." You feel me grip into your back, working woman's fingers digging fresh bruises into your shoulder blades. Faster. Harder. Louder grunts. Louder moans. Everything intensifies.
"AAAAHHHHH! H-hurts." You leak more as you feel the tears escape your eyes, forced from the pain of my love. You chock up your reserves of cum to a royal blessing. My grip doesn't let up however. The speed increases. I shake and shudder, I'm struggling. "Th-Th-Three... I... Know what you need M-My Princess." Your brain is gone, you're drooling, you make another embarrassing mess on the floor. If you could think you would chastise yourself for the unbecoming behaviour. Instead you simply ride the pleasure. "TwoooooooOooooo... Princess. Mine. Meine. Prinz-zessin." What incredible stamina I have, I keep moving, keep thrusting. Harder. Faster. Only god knows how much longer I can keep this pace up. You cum again with a sobbing moan, like a steady stream leaking from your cock as your guts are pummelled by my monstrous commoner cock. "O-O-One more... Princess. Mein. Ich..." I keep going. You feel me building and throbbing. I'm holding back. Somehow. Your corset strings are close to snapping. You can't even think as another surge of fluids gush from you, legs shuddering, plush thighs quivering. Exhausted.
I double over, grip into you and moan loudly, as finally, the wonderful pleasure of you can give way into orgasm. "Meine Prinzessen! Ich Liebe Dich!" And I flood you, relief flooding through my body, Moaning long, drawn out, and exhausted. I sob softly mixed with involuntary laughter.
"A-ahh~!!! I-I.... Ich..... Liebe dich auch...... Ah- a-are you...."
I collapse back into the wall, dragging you with me. Exhausted. I'm laughing. I'm crying. I'm panting. I'm smiling. My eyes are forced shut. The dim lights in here would be too much for my overwhelmed brain to comprehend. I feel your hand feebly go to stroke my face, and I weakly grasp at it, pressing it in.
"I said that... I really... Said that... You... said it back..."
"I did...." You say nodding.
I smile softly, my eyes flutter open. They can handle the light if it meant beholding your beauty. "M-my princess... I'm... honoured." I try to start getting up, trying to lean on you, you trying to lean on me, eventually, we work ourselves to our feet with great effort. Weak and shaky.
"I... promised you Princess. Cake. Tea. Bed..."
"D-danke~"
You try to pull of my cock, somehow still stuck inside you, and in doing so, my cum drips between your legs, leading to your flushed embarrassment. I hold onto you, deep, devoted, lovingly. Until I turn my head to adjust the position and see the crowd, twenty at least, and I become flushed as quickly as you felt you did. "Oh... oh dear..."
"Th-this is so lewd..... oh god......"
You look over to me for reassurance, and see me straighten my back, mess with my hair until it's somewhat straight, and with honestly impressive tits still out, point at the crowd.
"Don't you all have jobs to do?! Go! Move!" Dispersing them quickly.
You softly look at me and say "danke....."
"Of course... Mein Prinzessin. Now, lets get our tops back on and head off to your room." You watch me fix my top. You would struggle to do it yourself if you had to honestly, and I move around back to help you with yours.
"D-danke..." Your eyes hit the ground.
"H-how am I even still in the line of succession, let alone first......."
"My princess... as much as that was... potentially embarrassing... Well I told you these walls are thin right?" I finish tying your top and spin you around to face me, an uncharacteristically malicious smile on my face. "The amount of dirt the staff have on your siblings, and the sheer lack of self control and respect they hold towards anyone. Well we told the king of only some of the things they did with evidence. This? This is nothing. Your siblings are the royal embarrassments." Thinking on your sibling's actions my eyes darken, and I loose all malice, staring off through you. "We get more every day..."
"Im..... Horrified and curious all at once......"
"Princess... you honestly don't want to know." I grab onto you and pull you into another hug. "You really don't..."
"I do actually......"
My stare into the distance continues further. "There's... a reason we loose about a member of staff a month. They are horrid... Horrid people. They only reason their... Fascination with me hasn't gotten me... sent to Lucas' Quarters, was your protection Princess."
"Oh...... rampant raping and physical abuses then...... that's somewhat dull....."
"Lucas is... is not into breathing girls..."
"Oh..... oh god.........."
My hug tightens around you, I start sobbing once more.
"There there....."
"They truly... are monsters. All of them. They relish in it. They encourage Lucas'... desires. They watch. They cheer. They party over the corpses of my fellow women." You look into my eyes. They are utterly empty, all emotion pushed out. I've stopped crying. "The kingdom would be safer if the king sent them off to an unwinnable war..."
"I understand that..... I don't prefer to be in touch with them myself..... I'm lucky I suppose...... I'll turn a blind eye should any of them end up meeting their untimely demise."
I shake myself off. "But... we shouldn't focus on the dangers of this kingdom for now. Lets get you to your room. My Princess."
You shiver in delight as I Sheppard you away.
I'm tired of Bucky pining after gale and being jealous, give us pining and jealous and possessive over his man gale!!
[To everyone who understands Buck is the feral fucker: I love you all.]
"Huh, you look like my friend Buck," Bucky says one night to a guy sitting across from him at the pub.
Buck turns and looks at Bucky, eyes narrowed. "What?" he says.
"He looks like my friend Buck," Bucky says, giving Buck an innocent smile. Under the table, his hand is heavy on Buck's knee. The man across the table has no clue anything is wrong.
"No, he doesn't," Buck replies. He flexes his knee under Bucky's hand. "You said I look like Buck."
"You do, but so does he," Bucky says, waving at the guy.
Buck turns and looks at the guy. He's shorter than Buck, slim but with the wide shoulders they all have from calisthenics. He's ruddy with light hair and green eyes. He's grinning at Bucky, amused.
"He doesn't look anything like Buck," Buck says. "No offense," he says to the guy, who shrugs and takes a drink of his beer.
"I don't even know what he's talking about," the guy says. "We were talking baseball, and he said it. Who's Buck?"
"That's Buck," Bucky says, pointing at Buck. "But you could also be Buck."
"He could not," Buck hisses, control slipping as Bucky takes his hand off Buck's leg and puts it on top of the table.
"Oh, sure, it's in the eyes."
Buck stares at Bucky, waiting for him to laugh and admit he's teasing. He's still looking at Buck with wide, innocent eyes. "See, now your eyes are pretty good, but this guy's eyes--"
Buck stands and grabs Bucky by the arm. He yanks him to his feet. "Excuse us," he says to the guy, who looks confused.
"Uh-huh," the guy says.
Bucky doesn't say anything as Buck leads him out the back door of the pub. He's grinning when Buck turns and pushes him against the wall.
"Trying to get under my skin?" Buck asks, crowding Bucky so he can't get away. Can't wander back into the pub and talk to some other guy.
"Seems like it worked," Bucky replies, and there's no more innocence in his face or his voice. His eyes are half-lidded, his mouth settled into a smirk. "What's the problem? I just said he looked like--"
"Don't you dare," Buck snaps. He grabs Bucky's chin and kisses him harshly. Bucky bites Buck's lip in response, and Buck responds by digging his fingers hard and mean into Buck's hip through his trousers.
When Buck yanks back, Bucky rests his head against the wall and makes a show of licking his lower lip. He looks pleased as can be, loose-limbed and utterly unafraid.
"You done riling me up?" Buck asks.
Bucky laughs. He reaches out and pulls Buck in close. "Why would I stop when it's so fun to make you snap?" he asks. "Jealously looks great on you."
"You're out of your mind."
Bucky pulls Buck in for another kiss. it's softer, but Buck can't quite keep it all nice. He tilts Buck's head where he wants it and stands on his toes to get a little more leverage.
Bucky responds with a groan and a small slide down the wall, just enough that Buck can really take advantage.
Buck keeps grabbing at Bucky. His hips. His waist. His wrists. He can't get enough. Can't stop himself needing to make sure Bucky knows who he's kissing.
"Buck," Bucky sighs when Buck slides their mouths apart and bites his earlobe. "Fuck, you are so perfect like this."
"Like what?" Buck rasps in his ear.
"Like my Buck," Bucky says. "My only Buck."
Buck shivers and pulls at Bucky's collar to bite his collarbone, then drags their mouths back together. "Take me back to the barracks, Major. We need to make sure you know who your Buck is."
"Sir, yes, sir," Bucky mutters and holds Buck's waist until Buck slows down, then stops grabbing and marking him. "It's only you, Buck," he murmurs.
Buck feels calm flood his body, and he sags against Bucky. "I don't know why I'm like this with you," he says.
"I love it, for the record," Bucky says. "That's why I bring it out."
Buck laughs and presses his cheek to Bucky's. "You're an ass, Bucky."
Attendant!Reader has a hard day, they unwind with a protective Sun/ Moon!
Warnings: Light possessiveness. Reader is in a relationship with Sun/Moon. Kissing, cuddling and comfort.
Requested on AO3
You traipsed your way back to the Daycare, shoulders heavy in a worn down slump, footsteps slow and clunky. Today had been…a day. It was a rough one to start with, but it didn’t get any better when you were called into your supervisor's office and they started popping off about this, that and everything else. Apparently it was all your fault, even if it wasn’t actually , someone had to take the blame and today it was them. You were completely exhausted, but a little time at the daycare normally fixed that! You didn’t expect to open the door and walk directly into the animatronics chest with an audible thunk “Ow” you hissed, bringing a hand to your face. A pair of large hands clasped down on your arms, holding them steady. “ Starlight! Finally..Sun was losing his mind..we were waiting for you. ” Moon seemed to be..chiding you? “ You’re late ” he added, putting a cool hand to your head to double check you were okay. “S-Sorry” you apologised “It..it wasn’t good...” you mumbled as a follow up, the mere mention of it causing tears to prick your eyes. Moon removed his hands, tilting his head curiously “ Oh?..want to..talk about it? ” He offered, somewhat unsure, usually Sun was a little better at that kind of thing. He watched you shake your head “N-no..um…maybe..a little. Really I just want to spend time with you” You gave him a soft smile. Moon jerked back slightly, almost as if surprised. To be fair, you hadn’t expected it to be dark already, all that time being yelled at …it was later than you thought. But you loved Moon! Just as much as Sun, of course you wanted to spend time with him! “I’m sorry I missed Sun-” you added, looking up sadly thinking the other might be hurt. Moon shook his head “ Not to worry - it’s not too late..Sun turned out the lights. ” he explained. “Really?” You asked, a little confused. “ He..*we* were worried. You were gone so long…we thought..perhaps I should look for you .”. Moon ruffled your hair fondly but stepped away to head for the light switch. He froze in place when a gentle hand grabbed his wrist, making the bells jingle more “It’s okay, Maybe I can play with Sun after..if there’s time.”. you suggested, catching Moon off guard - still, he was delighted!
Moon spun around, snatching them up by your waist with a raspy chuckle. “ More time with my precious starlight..perhaps this should be the normal. More time with me. Yes, yes..less time with Sun..all mine.. ” he purred, pulling them up into his arms to carry. He could hear Sun niggling in the back of his mind, but paid the other no attention. He carried you over to the usual snuggling spot. His walk was nothing but a cocky swagger at getting to spend time with you first. Moon smoothly sat himself down in one of the bean bag puffs, spreading his legs and nestling you into his lap so that you were sitting comfortably. You breathed in deeply and immediately sighed it out. Moon’s finger grazed under your chin, lifting your head slightly. “ ..Tell me? What happened?.. Get it off your chest? ” his face twirled slightly, taking a leaf from Sun’s book. Let you vent it out, then you could focus on something else. Like him - er - all the fun things you could do. Tears were threatening to pool in your eyes again, Moon was quick to placate you by returning his hand to your head, pushing hair out of the way of your face. “Just..they were angry at me, blaming me for something that wasn’t really my fault. Yelling at me, calling me names, threatening me.. You know how it is..it just..really got to me today.” you explained, resting your head against his chest. You could feel his fingers twitch, grasping at your clothing as his grip tightened. “ You deserve better, my sweet ” moon practically growled. “I-it’s fine, I’ll get over it.”. He gave a simulated huff to that, not liking the answer. “ Perhaps…hm..yes. Perhaps you should stay here. Forever. ” he gave a mischievous little giggle “ Mine..forever. Stay here. With us. Me. Starlight. Nobody can hurt you then, no. ” he practically sang, giddy with the idea. “ Safe. Where I can see you. Never let you out of my sight, mine, all mine ” he purred, nuzzling his face into your cheek. His words made them laugh breathily, it was..comforting, nice, that you cared so much. Wanted to keep you away from anything bad. And being locked up in the daycare with them willingly didn’t sound like a bad idea at all! Cozy in their arms, always under their protective gaze. “That would be nice..” You agreed, wrapping an arm around the animatronics and burying your face into his ruff. Moon responded in kind by gently resting his head on yours, holding you just a little bit tighter.
The dark room and exhaustion was making you sleepy, a yawn escaping your mouth. Moon lifted his head “ Nap time, my precious twilight.. ” he crackled. The bell of his hat jingled as he whipped it from his head, planting it on yours and pulling it down to cover your eyes. It made you giggle, the laughter like music to him. “Wait!” you called, pushing the hat up but keeping it on “Can’t..I just..lay on you?” you asked, hesitantly. “ On..me? ” Moon tilted his head, perplexed, face giving a little spin. He spoke up before you “ You’re..sure? ” he questioned “ ..would it be comfortable? ” he wasn’t so sure about that. His fans picked up at the idea, circuits buzzing. “Please?” you asked with a hopeful smile. “ Anything for my darling.. ” he crooned. Moon sat himself back down on the floor and slowly flopped back, keeping hold of you. For the most part he let you figure it out; feeling you get comfortable against his chest, offering support and cradling you with his arms, perhaps a leg too if need be. It made his processor thrum to see you look so..content. With Him. Particularly after the day you had. Even more so with you still wearing his hat. So long as he could reach without trouble, idle hands eventually made themselves busy softly braiding the longer sections of your hair. Moon hummed to himself, feeling gratified. He almost didn’t realise you were still awake when his beloved spoke up. “I love you”. Moon froze, you could feel the small jolt as he locked up under them, a noise getting stuck briefly in his voice box that only managed to emit a fuzzy, wheezing sort of sound. “ M-mine, sweet, precious, mine- ” he rambled, words finally flowing. With a little giggle you propped yourself up and leaned to press a kiss to his teeth. “ Mrfgh.. ” moon grunted, suppressing what might’ve been an otherwise embarrassing noise. Oh how you just set his circuitry on fire! Moon suddenly became very animated, pawing and grasping gently, limbs twisting to try and smother you, trying to press himself into your body. “ Mine, mine - all mine, my starlight, for me, yes for me, more, more, more… ” he demanded, almost *whined* overwhelmed by your affection. It made your heart flutter to see him so enamoured by you, further easing the burden of the day.
You had eventually gotten Moon to settle down again, the hum of his fans working overtime lulled them to sleep as much as the petting motions he did. However you didn’t expect to wake up to Sun, quietly humming away. Nor did you expect to wake up with a twinge in your chest, throat constricting unto a sob as memories flooded your mind, bringing back the unsavoury feelings from earlier. “Oh! Sunshine! N-no! ” Sun cried .He’d been so patiently waiting for you to wake up, enjoying the weight of your body on his frame and your rhythmic breathing. Normally he was very jittery, but kept still, just for you! Moon would kill him if he disturbed your sleep by being fidgety. He didn’t at all expect you to wake up and burst into tears. Wrapping his arms around you he sat up carefully, nestling you in his lap as Moon had done before. “S-sorry I- I don’t know what-” you tried to get out, your body seemed to have its on plans on how to deal with your stress. “ Shshshshshshshsh! ” Sun hushed energetically “ It’s all okay. All fine. Nothing bad here, just me! And you! Little dewdrop ” he nuzzled into the top of your head, you were free to cry in his arms. One of Sun’s hands found your own, holding delicately. A much larger thumb circled and rubbed the back of your hand, trying to comfort. After a moment of tears you threaded your fingers with his, your smaller hand engulfed in his. Sun was swaying side to side gently, rocking you. “Th-They were just so mean !” you stressed with a final sob. “ I know I know, I do - I-I heard. ” Sun started, nodding his head; having no doubt at all that you spoke the truth, that whatever they had said must’ve been truly awful. He’d listened to you talking to Moon, internally hovering over the other’s shoulder to make sure he was doing a good job - make sure you were okay. It was something you’d come to expect of them, not all of the time mind you, sometimes they afforded each other some privacy. Sun started up again, animated with a childlike anger “ I heard everything and- well.. well-! if they show up again I’ll..I’ll..put them in time out! ”. If he hadn’t been holding you, undoubtedly he would’ve crossed his arms - either way he let out a frustrated huff. “ Nobody upsets MY Sunshine ”. / Our / came the reminder in the back of his mind, but Sun dismissed it. His reaction managed to coax something between a sob and laugh from your chest.
Sun refocused his attention from fuming at this terrible no good person to your pretty face, a hand coming up to gently wipe and dry. He pressed his teeth to your cheek in what you’d come to know as a kiss. “Our time together. My time with you ” he purred “ No more rain..please? ” he asked, hoping to stop the waterworks. “ We can do so many nice things instead! ” Sun hummed, tightening his grip ever so slightly to squeeze you. You had a small smile back on your face at least and for now he was satisfied with that. Gently grabbing at the rim of his face he hummed curiously “ Hm? ” and let you pull his face closer. You planted a kiss on his cheek, enjoying as he squeaked, hands shooting up to his cheeks as he swayed giddily. Sun was quick to divert his attention away from his embarrassment as you chuckled at him. “ Do you hear that? ” He asked and you quieted down. Other than the speedy whirring of his fans and ticking of internals you didn’t hear anything abnormal. “ Sounds like.. ” Sun started, planting a finger on your chest, walking down to your midsection as he spoke “ The. Tickle! Monster!”. Oh. no. OH NO. The worst kind of monster, even beating out the one from earlier. Sun launched an assault on your sides, fingers prodding and poking and wiggling as you squirmed with giggles. He didn’t stop, tickling under your arms as you flailed to try and swat him away, gasps for breath interrupted by peals of laughter. You scrunched your face, trapping his hand between your neck and your face as he went for another sensitive spot. Sun didn’t let up until you were begging and pleading “Ok-! Stop stop! Mercy!” you cried in between breaths. He just chuckled to himself, pleased at making you laugh until you were red in the face, keeping his hands to himself for a moment so you had a chance to settle again.
You let out a small yip as with a flourish Sun rose to his feet, bringing you with him hugged close to his chest. “Hoowww about we do some arts and crafts!? I wanna make you something, my little flower! ” Sun suggested, you usually liked to draw with him - or colour - or make puppets - or - everything! “Yeah?” You dangled helplessly, patting him on the arm to let you down, curious as to what he was going to make for you. “That sounds nice”. It was always therapeutic, the repetitive motions of colouring or being able to grind out anger with a crayon, get messy, have fun - so long as you cleaned up with Sun afterwards of course! The animatronic set you down but his hand immediately went for your own, holding tightly as he guided you over to the craft area. He let go so that you could take a seat on one side of the table while he fished out just about every art supply imaginable - usually he just pulled out one or two things for the kiddos, but *you* were *special*. You hummed to yourself, thinking of what to create as Sun sat himself down opposite and leant in curiously to examine you. “ Penny for your thoughts? ” He asked with a small spin of his face. “Just thinking about what to make!” you chirped. “ Any good ideas?” he questioned, leaning back to grab his own items. “I think so” a soft smile graced your lips. Sun was quiet for a moment while he focused, but then snapped attention back to you “Aren’t..you gunna tell me? Huh? Tell me? Pleasepleaseplease? I gotta know! What is it? What is it!?” Sun was almost leant across the table. “No! It’s a secret! I’ll show you when I’m done.”. He seemed to pout to that, but quit prying...for all of about a minute. As soon as you started work, he kept trying to steal sly little glances, ducking his head back down when he thought you’d caught him in the act.
You had resorted to putting your arm around your work and hunkering down so that he couldn’t see. On the opposite side of the table Sun mimicked your exact pose, hiding his own work from you - not out of spite of course, playfulness maybe..and for a very good reason!. You eventually uncurled, picking up your art to admire it and then holding it close to your chest. “Ok! I’m done!” you exclaimed, making Sun’s head shoot up for all but a second before he continued scribbling furiously “Almost..almost..2 seconds, wait wait wait juuuuust a minute ” he muttered, not quite ready. You waited patiently until he gave a satisfied huff, setting his crayon down and lifting his paper in the exact same way you had before hiding it under the table. With a gleeful spin of his face he looked to you expectantly. “ Well! Can I see now? Please let me see? Can I? I wanna see! ” He clapped, working himself up for your masterpiece. With flourish you turn your piece around to show him “Ta-da!” you exclaimed with a grin as wide as your cheeks could make. Sun clasped his hands together “ Ohhhhhh - Sunbeam! I love it!! Moon Loves it!! Look at us! So cute, perfect! Our little star! ” He cooed, absolutely head over heels. A soft blush dusted your cheeks at how enamoured he was with the artwork, offering the paper out. “ We can keep it? Really? You’re sure? Ohhh thankyouthankyou! ” He bleated, he would’ve hugged the picture but was afraid it’d crumble against his chest. “ My turn my turn!”.
Scooping up his own picture he hesitated for a moment, before deciding to turn it over and place it back down, sliding it across to you. He made a gleeful little noise, hands shooting to his cheeks bashfully he ducked his head down out of shyness. Inspected it you fawned over the artwork as much as he had yours. A wonderful little crayon depiction of Sun and you kissing, hand in hand. “D-d’ya like it? ” He mumbled, his hands now covering his whole face, you could hear his fans whirring. “Of course!! I love it!! It’s so cute! You’re wonderful!” You exclaimed, making him giggle. It was your turn to lean across the table, drawing Sun’s face into your hands. He peeked between his fingers before dropping his hands from his face with a curious hum. You leant in and pressed a kiss to his mouth, earning a little whimper from the other and raising the speed of his fans a few notches. You could feel his face heat up under your caress. “ SuNbEaM ..~ ” he purred, voice glitching into different octaves. Sun pressed his face carefully into yours to return to the kiss, causing you to begin peppering more all over his face until steam was practically billowing off the flustered robot. He was practically putty in your hands, slumped on the table head supported only by you. “You okay, Sunny?” you asked with a smile, the other only giving back a dreamy hum. “ Can we cuddle?” He spoke up after a while of staring at you dreamily across the craft table. With a nod you got up, Sun scooting away and patting his lap expectantly. You settled down for a cuddle for the rest of the afternoon until lights out; enjoying your time together, the bad day long, long forgotten..
Once again thinking about a whumpee perched on their whumper's knee as they either gamble or smoke. The power of that image, essentially turning the whumpee into eye-candy, as ready to be hurt as they are to follow orders. Maybe the whumper gets touchy, slithering a hand behind their neck as they grin with pride, knowing nobody else will ever have what they have.
