Might Make A Fanfic About This With A Character

Might make a fanfic about this with a character

Poem that I made in an Activity:

"I thought it was admiration that I felt

Yet in my heart, deeper longing dwelt

A truth so tender, so painfully true"

"It was until high school, I realized it

My quiet loved, in shadows it sits

I chose to love at a distance, afraid to confide

For I'd fear you'd turn away, our friendship denied"

"This bond we cherished, the risk I couldn't take

I thought you were straight and it might break

So in silent adoration, I keep my hearts plea

Loving you quietly, while letting you be free"

"Yet love is a powerful force

That I couldn't keep behind closed doors

This will be our last year together

I couldn't help but take the leap

So here I am to weap

My first love was you, a girl who was near

You were my first love, my adoration and my fear

But I couldn't help but hold you so dear..."

k. nobara x fem!reader | two pretty best friends??

synopsis: nobara is nothing short of drop-dead gorgeous. you're really gay and super in love even though you think her affection toward you is merely platonic. but then an encounter during the sister school goodwill event makes you discover that you're also super oblivious.

seriously, how do you simultaneously keep those two up?!

word count: ~2.7k, tws: not really anything besides (noritoshi) kamo trying to hit on you??? it makes sense when you read it lol ('tw kamo' LMAO), reader throws shade (?) on mai and noritoshi, reader is called a ‘little mouse’ but more because of demeanour rather than,,, her figure,,,

you meet kugisaki nobara for the first time in the concrete jungle of tokyo. there, she looks like magic in a person, pure magazine model material: dyed brown hair cut girlishly short, wild and frayed at its ends like a paintbrush that had accompanied its owner for years; eyes the hue of a saccharine sweet milk chocolate bar; her back straight and confident, bold and all in place, as if she is where she should be and she knows this. the pinnacle of beauty, this girl is, perfect picture on the cover of vogue. 

she’s got skin that looks milky, silky; loved and kissed with her own tender, painstaking care, it seems. there’s a little bump on it— a blemish that goes unnoticed by the boys, covered by concealer, but it just makes her all the more beautiful. 

you’re barely able to talk to her. your brain goes blank as if it’s short-circuited, stricken and frozen in place. she opens her mouth and a melody sings mellifluously like a restaurant cabaret from an old record in your grandparents’ house. 

she’s magic. 

the second time you meet her, she drags you out shopping and you follow her like a magnet, not even bothering to make a begrudging reply. you’re hauled along by the collar, almost, and you let her. 

“I’m so glad that I’m not the only girl, honestly,” she states as the two of you walk along the pavement, “I can’t imagine having to handle those two all on my own, they must’ve been insufferable! actually, how did you deal with those idiots?” 

you have no idea how, actually. but the boys, savants in some ways yet complete imbeciles in others (oh they really could be bumbling idiots sometimes)— would never understand or comprehend this, any of this. no being of the male species would; they wouldn’t notice the way her eyes catch the light, her irises bursting into a kaleidoscope of colour, or the way she sits so confident of herself, position relaxed and powerful and self-assured. they wouldn’t have the mind to see these things, all right in front of them, and appreciate these traits, admire them. 

your words are almost caught in your throat; your reply comes out mangled and weak like asphyxiated fish from an iron net. “I– I don’t know, honestly,” you stutter, “I just, um, avoided them… but I guess it seems that they’re really close to each other already.” 

“...hey, you okay?” she asks, grabbing hold of your hand. your heart stops and nearly flatlines, heat pooling up in your cheeks. the summer air feels hot. yet it swelters you even more as she inches closer to you, her breath— mint mouthwash and grape-flavoured, mouth-cooling gum— nearly burning literal assaults on your skin. “no need to be shy. I mean, the two of us have got to stick together, you know!” 

“I’m– I’m okay, thanks. sorry.” 

she pulls herself away, and the little circle you have around you misses her in her absence, almost whining as you remind yourself that if she were to get any closer to you in proximity, you could possibly faint, or things could get much worse. 

“but seriously, if you’re a shy person, don’t let people pick on you or intimidate you!” she rolls up her sleeves, an impish yet valiant smile on her face, “I’ll beat them up if they do!” 

the third time you meet her, she’s teaching you a better way to do your makeup. something simpler, she says, a trick she learned online, something meant to mimic the stuff of movie stars and their picture-perfect, freshly-kissed lips. 

you don’t know how it’s gotten to this, though: your knees bent on the sofa as her legs are split on your lap (it looks less erotic than it sounds, you’re sure, but it still makes your brain feel like it’s being waved and wrung all over like a raggedy piece of cloth). she straddles your sides this way, snug between your lap and your stomach. 

“then you’re supposed to just dab it all around like this,” she continues, the blistering heat in your head spreading through your body pervasively as she presses her thumb to your lips, catching your breath in your throat. she places her hand on the side of your face, her fingers caressing your jawline and her thumb resting on your cheek, so close to your eyes that you can see it in your peripheral vision as you stare up at her, rendered a complete and utter mess. 

“come on, don’t be shy. stay still!” 

“sorry, kugisaki…” 

“hey,” she stops, her eyes boring into yours, unassuming and free of any sort of malintent, “don’t be so polite. you prostrate yourself too much, especially around me. seriously, don’t say sorry for everything, and just call me nobara, okay? we’ve got to help each other out— we’re both the girls of the group, the better half and all that. and we’re most of the only girls in this school. the ratio is crazy. so we’ve got to stick together and stuff, be comfortable with each other. no more apologies or self-doubts!” 

every bit of contact her skin has with yours lays a blooming garden of goosebumps on your skin, from your cheek, sliding all the way down to your shoulder. 

how could you act normal about this?

“see?” she asks, holding a mirror up to your face when she’s completed it. “you look beautiful! woah, I’m so good at this, honestly. it makes you feel pretty, right?” 

you’d never be as beautiful as her. for a long time, you’d thought you’d never be beautiful at all. 

but for once, you do. even if you won’t ever compare to her— and you guess nobody else ever could as well— it’s the way she says it, that gleam in her eye as she flashes you a grin while you marvel at how your face looks when it’s ‘dolled up’. you feel like you’re in a painting. like you’d been loved enough to be put in one. 

so you smile back at her, your teeth bare after years of covering your face in pictures and dreading when you couldn’t. she makes you believe that you could be beautiful. maybe that’s what real beauty is. that’s why she herself is beauty beyond compare. “yeah.” if you think about it and believe it enough, then you could embody it. like this, people would want you because you think they would. like this, you could be knockout because you think you could. you’d always known that her confidence factored into her beauty. 

“if you want, I could teach you how to put more makeup. it’s not that you need it to look ‘pretty’, but it would help you show others how you want to feel pretty. the reason why this looks good on you is because I did it to make your features stand out a little: see? you’ve got these gorgeous lips, so I made them look like that,” she highlights, “oh, yeah— want me to take a picture?” 

“you like kugisaki?” fushiguro asks. 

you remain silent. 

he rubs at his temples. “oh my goodness, you do. you’re in love with her.” 

“…not like you would understand,” you retort under your breath. he hears you anyway. 

“she’s so beautiful,” you start, sighing, “and so kind and confident. like she can walk into something and know exactly what she needs. she’s put together like that. and she does things with purpose. she doesn’t wander aimlessly or fight without a goal. she’s so good at makeup and fashion and resourceful when it comes to playing by her skills on the field, and she’s so outgoing and welcoming with people who she can get along well with, and she’s so warm—

“oh, I can’t stress it enough, fushiguro. I— she’s literally perfect. I like her so much, I-I feel like I’m on a cloud or something. every day feels like that.” 

“you’re down bad.” 

“I know,” you choke out pathetically. 

“but I’m pretty sure she already thinks the two of you are dating.” 

“…wait, what?!”

this happens, well— around the fiftieth time you meet her: 

sports festival preparations have been as lively as bubbles in soda pop lately, and you’re sitting down next to her, knees bent on the pavement, mourning a classmate you barely knew and the fact that he could have been a lifelong friend had he not been snuffed out prematurely. as you take another swig of your drink— green tea in the can so that she can have it too if the coca cola’s making her teeth have that weird, fuzzy, plaque formation-indicating feeling like always— she places her hand on yours. 

the heat on your cheeks, the barely formed but nearly forming sweat on your body. that stuff isn’t going to go away, ever. you’re pretty sure of that. even with a thousand indirect kisses from sharing food and even warming up to having her lying back flushed to your lap, it’s never going to go away. each time she looks at you, your gaze is transfixed on hers, your voice nearly comes out mangled, and you feel heat blossoming on the back of your balmy neck. 

“yeah?” you ask. 

“you know, [name], I love you. a lot. like, you’re really special to me,” she smiles warmly, a faint hint of red on her cheeks, just like the rose in her name— though that could just be your imagination. 

“...I love you too.” 

“heh,” she giggles, an impish, graceful, secure sound, like a kiss to your ears, your favourite song playing on the car radio in a memory from several years ago, “I’m glad!” 

it’s wonderful. 

your worst fears are never confirmed, but there are definitely things that give way to them. 

you’re quite sure that nobara herself isn’t like that— she does talk about having a boyfriend, but she doesn’t actually want to date a boy, you’re sure. the closest thing to a crush that you’ve ever seen her having is her admiration for maki— and you understand that. 

you respect maki: she’s impeccably smart, strong, and everything in between. yet her existence begets a small worry. if nobara crushes on maki and they end up together, what would be of you? 

the only thing you’d be certain of was that you’d keep loving nobara. you’d just want her to be happy, after all— all your tears and mourning for time spent on purposeless yearning, just to see that grin on your face. that would be worth it, a fair trade. 

but this is how you’re proven wrong, and you fall deeper in love with nobara after that. 

before the sister school goodwill event starts, the six of you (plus yuuji— you’d hate to admit it but seeing him again nearly made you break down in tears) have been given the opportunity to meet the kyoto students and welcome them. it goes about as well as you’d expected it to be— at least the physical portion of the fights and conflicts hadn’t already begun there. 

after having met them, you’re sure that half of them are out for blood here. they’re an eccentric crowd, but not just eccentric, per se— borderline terrifying. you’ll be sure to avoid them throughout and just focus on the plan. 

which is why you nearly sprint in the other direction like a deer from wolves when you see kamo noritoshi and zenin mai approaching you. 

and zenin mai has a stunning face. even if it can’t compare to nobara or her sister’s, she’s got a charm to her, a glint in her eye that you’re sure somebody else will appreciate someday. (just not you.) kamo is just there, his eyes closed for some reason even though you’re sure he must be fully capable of keeping them wide open, and his hair in an awful haircut that you fail to understand the appeal of. probably something traditional that his clan wanted. 

“oh?” mai says, a lilt in her tone. you’re going to get bullied, right? your stomach lurches forward and you nearly keel over, fainting— an all too familiar feeling. the popular people in school used to do that, especially the rude athletic boys. she would probably be popular among them, had she been born into a normal life. “what a little mouse. she seems like a doormat.” 

“zenin, teasing our competitors is unbecoming of members from our lineages,” he admonishes before mai groans. “shouldn’t you be with the other tokyo students?” kamo asks. 

why couldn’t you have just had to meet todo? he’d say that you had wonderful taste in women, you’re sure. why the girl with family issues and the guy with family issues and an atrocious haircut? 

“I, um— I got lost. but I don’t know if they’re going to have me anyway, I mean yuuji’s stronger than me so now I’m just going to be the weakest member there. anyway, um, nice chat, I’ve got to go, bye-bye—”  

“no,” kamo denies, “itadori yuuji besmirches the title of ‘jujutsu sorcerer’.” 

“and the title of weakling goes to maki, not you, I’m pretty sure,” mai says, “but you’re an adorable little thing. what’s your name— something-something, [name], am I correct?” 

what were they doing, completing their sentences like that?  did they practise their lines in the morning, staring in the mirror and repeating them over and over? they sound like people who’d be mentioned in the local family restaurant comedian’s shows— no, not even their shows, they’re not entertaining enough to be in their shows. they’d just barely be mentioned in passing in the bits so that five audience members could get an extra laugh they’d eventually forget about. 

“maki’s really strong, though,” you refute, trying to keep your mind calm “and yuuji, too. it’s hard fighting with them because nobody can ever beat them down, really.” 

“durability does not equate to power,” kamo claims. well, and then there’s someone like him, with neither. “and be confident of your own abilities. I can sense your cursed energy from here. it’s impressive,” he remarks. 

“...I appreciate the thought, but really, I have to go now—” 

“oh, stay for a while, won’t you?” mai asks, inching closer to you like a large ant from the corner of a room. how were insects always so good at slipping into houses and mentally impaired when it came to exiting them? 

kamo joins her, gripping your wrist. you’ll have to sanitise your hand and double-wash your sleeve now, especially after what you said (you’d be fine if mai was doing it, but why kamo? kamo of all people?) 

“ah, and this may seem rather spontaneous, but you’re rather beautiful.” really, it only sounds as good as it usually does if nobara is the one saying it. it feels like his words are assaulting your ears. “good luck.” 

“come on, don’t let her go yet—” 

“[name]! you okay?” 

it’s nobara. thank goodness, it’s nobara. 

“what the hell do you two think you’re doing to my girlfriend?!” 

girlfriend?! 

“oh, nothing,” mai goes, “just playing with her a little. she’s a doll. you picked well!” 

the only thing she can play with is her fucking audacity. 

“ugh— let’s go, [name]! don’t care about these people!” she pulls you along by the wrist. 

“I should’ve made sure you were okay,” she says as the two of you walk to the tokyo students’ gathering point. “I was worried! you’ve got to stick to us next time.” 

“sorry… but they really didn’t do anything. but, um… I think kamo tried to hit on me…?” 

“ew— with that haircut? hate it when twos go looking for tens.” 

“but um…” you hesitate, “about what you said, am I really… your girlfriend?” 

“huh?” she pulls back, “I thought we’d been dating for almost a month!” 

“wait, what—?!” 

“I even told you I loved you! we literally sleep on each others’ laps!” 

“I couldn’t tell if that was platonic or romantic or not! I mean, I don’t mean that I don’t want to date you, I just meant that I didn’t know—” 

“okay,” she exhales, “since we both need things to be clear. want to be my girlfriend?” 

“like, a girlfriend-girlfriend? like, going out on dates and stuff and um…” 

“yeah, a girlfriend-girlfriend. we can go out on dates and do even more than that, maybe,” she greens cheekily. 

“woah… I mean— it’s a dream, I—” 

“so it’s a yes?” 

“yeah—” 

she kisses you and it effectively shuts you up. her lips taste like a latte from the fancy coffee shop the two of you had visited two days before. to think that she’d seen it as a date, while you’d thought the whole thing was just another outing between ‘friends’... 

it’s the best feeling ever. 

this is going to flop too lmao but back at it w the low-quality posts but

Yandere Head Canons:

Denial of Desire

Yandere Vampiress x Henchman Fem Reader

TW: comphet, internalized homophobia, denial of feelings, yearning, slowly slippping into madness, yandere behavior, unhealthy relationship, murder (threatened), etc.

Ophelia often dismissed you despite your constant concern of her well being. You knew she was a vampire and a mistress of the night, but she consistently put herself in danger. You once loved Ophelia, yet you knew she was straight. It would be rude to impose your feelings on your mistress when she only held distaste for you. Especially since you were nothing more than a servant to Ophelia.

Whether it was to hunt for food or to bring some random man back to her manor, you always had to clean up the mess. It started to get on your nerves since you were still new to being a vampire yourself… yet you had no interest in drinking human blood. Not like Ophelia did.

“Your cleaning skills are subpar. Can’t you do it any better?” Ophelia nagged you as she kicked over your mop bucket with her black pinkie wickers. You sighed, hours of work now ruined in mere seconds.

“My lady, I was simply on the first round of mopping. This quite difficult to remove old blood from the walls and floor.”

“Then find a better way to do it. I need to fetch my next victim soon and I don’t want them to see this mess.” Ophelia gestured to you and the filthy floor. “If you have any complaints, you can simply leave.”

You bowed your head and frowned. No matter how kind you were to your mistress or how you did your best to meet her demands, it was never enough. You were never enough.

“Apologies, I’ll keep cleaning.” You went back to scrubbing the walls and floor. You couldn’t let her rudeness get to you… not until you found a new master at least. Ophelia would be hosting a vampire ball by the end of the week so you may have your chance to flee then?

Ophelia studied your form before she smiled. You never complained no matter how rude she was to you, it was a trait she adored about you. She wished every servant was like you. It would make her life less stressful then… except she knew you were her favorite. You always dutifully fulfilled your every command in a timely manner… Ophelia was positive you’d always stay by her side. Why would you ever leave your mistress? She made you.

Ophelia had brought yet another man home and quickly whisked him up to her room without sparing you a glance. You shook your head at her antics before you decided to explore the manor’s garden to tend to. Despite now being a creature of the night, you still retained your love for gardening. It was just a shame you could never see the flowers under the sunlight again…

Ophelia on the other hand, couldn’t even get past kissing with this man. He was just like all the others before him… no matter what she did, it felt wrong. Being with men made her feel sick to her stomach and the vampiress didn’t understand why.

All her life, her parents told her she’d find a man one day and she could turn him into a vampire to be with her… yet all of them were subpar. Their genitalia disgusted her and they were far too hairy for her. Everything about men was gross other than their blood. That’s all they seemed to be good for…

Ophelia wiped her mouth from yet another messy meal, the vampiress made her way to her balcony to study her night garden. And that’s when she spotted you. What were you doing down there?

Ophelia studied your form as you trimmed up some of the bushes and tended to the flowers. You were so soft looking compared to the men. Soft and delicate like the petals of the roses below… forever young and beautiful thanks to Ophelia. You’d never have to age or worry about sickness. In Ophelia’s mind, she saved you. Yet why did you always look so sad? Was her company not enough for you?

Ophelia rested her arms on her balcony, her red eyes scanned your sullen form in thought. She wondered if her night would be different if it was you beneath her and not the many men she’s brought to her room. If your skin was as soft as it looked… if you were sensitive and lovely- no!

Ophelia shook her head and pushed herself from the balcony in haste. The vampiress ran a pale hand through her Snow White locks in horror. Why would she think of you in such a way? You were another woman… you weren’t a man. You were soft and sweet like fruit but she couldn’t have you. She couldn’t sleep with you because you were a woman. And Ophelia wasn’t a lesbian… she couldn’t be. She had to produce a pure blood vampire, it was her destiny.

Yet her impure thoughts said otherwise. Ophelia knew the truth deep down… she loved you. It’s why she was so mean to you. It was to try to scare you away.

When the ball came around, Ophelia’s breath hitched when she spotted you in your dress. How could someone look so lovely? If she still had a beating heart, she was sure it would burst

Ophelia did her best to ignore you at the ball but her eyes often shifted to you as you danced with other vampires… how could you dance so carefree with other women? Didn’t you feel shame like she did?

It was when Ophelia hung out with a young couple of pure blood vampires that she questioned herself. This couple consisted of two women? Two female vampires could be together? It was okay to be… she had no idea she could make that choice.

Ophelia felt tears gather in her eyes as the two pure bloods reassure her that it was okay to like other women. That they were immortal creatures who could do whatever they pleased.

And that was all it took for Ophelia to go running after you. The vampiress had to confess, she had to tell you how she felt-

Ophelia nearly fell to the floor when she saw you kissing another vampiress. Her dead heart dropped to her feet in shock when you ran your fingers through the other woman’s black locks. You… you were hers. You were her servant and no one else’s!

Ophelia wanted to kill this vampire you touched! How dare she touch you when you were her property! You cannot be with anyone other than Ophelia, herself!

Ophelia rushed forward and separated you from the other vampire. Her breathing ragged and her white hair in disarray. “I am in need of your assistance this instant. You do not have time to fraternize with the other candies here.”

You can’t even protest as Ophelia dragged you away by your arm. You’re speechless when Ophelia dragged you up the stairs towards her room.

“Mistress-“ You’re suddenly thrown to her bed, unable to scramble away since Ophelia lunged at you.

“I hate you…” Ophelia cried. “I hate how you make me feel. How I can’t get you out of my mind.”

“Mistress-“ Ophelia pressed her lips against yours with fervency. Her hands hungrily grasped at your flesh. You’re absolutely gobsmacked at this transgression. What?

“I hate you so much because I love you. I love you so much, it makes me crazy.” Ophelia muttered into your lips. “And I don’t care who I have to kill or what I have to do, I won’t let anyone else have you.”

𝐘𝐨!!

I am Maldalena Seraphia though not my real name... But a name for my Oc, it's my first time changing my profile and stuff here at Tumblr.... I wanted to try to let out my head for someshit, I don't know really... I have an account at Wattpad though it's flop...

𝙰𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠

Komi-san Can't Communicate

Naruto

Highschool Dxd

Detective Conan

Jujutsu Kaisen

My Hero Academia

RWBY

Yokai Watch: Shadow Side

No escape

Warnings: Noncon, G!P Aeri, nobility Aeri, maid reader, breeding, plot based, two smut scenes, small somnophilia, posessive Aeri, tummy buldge Note: Read this in a British accent lol WC: 2.4k

Packing most of your belongings into the carriage that was ready for you. You looked once more at the orphanage that raised you. Although, you wouldn't miss it that much, it was the place you had spent most of your life in. You loved the younger kids there, you wanted them to do better than the orphanage. Now you would work for a Duchess in the north as her personal maid.

“The duchess is a very strange person, do your best to please her. Be careful of nobles, you know they tell quite tall tales.” The orphanage director told you as she patted your shoulders as if she was fixing your clothes. Despite being someone who was supposed to be a strict figure, she was always motherly.

“Yes I know and thank you for all this time, director. I’ll make sure to visit.” She lets out a scoff as if she doesn't believe you as she nods her head and urges you to quickly make your way to the duchess. The way there would be long and tumultuous but the pay would be worth sending back for the kids. The carriage finally stops after numerous hours.

The coachman helps you down and brings out your luggage. “The duchess is waiting for you in her study room. It’s the only room with a brown handle on the left, alright, oh and up the stairs.” The coachman said as he tried to remember where exactly the room was. You thanked him as he took your bags to the maids quarters for you.

You marvelled at the grandeur of the mansion, gold chandeliers and polished floor clearly well maintained by numerous maids, which was no doubt expensive. By the time you were done appreciating your surroundings you had finally reached the study room. “Hello your excellency, I’m your new lady in waiting.” A tall figure accompanied by a gorgeous face with a pretty smile.

“Ah, is that what they told you?” Your smile in slight confusion, you had heard about the peculiarity of the duchess; perhaps this is what the director meant. “Well, the position title doesn’t matter much, you know your duties don’t you?” Your eyes slightly waver as you think of what to say.

Catching onto your confusion Aeri lets out a small snicker “No matter, I’ll come visit your quarters and tell you later.” You thank the duchess on your way out and make your way to the head maids office. The head maid was an older lady and also used to take care of the duchess as her nanny.

“I’m so glad that you’re here, the duchess is a nice girl, she just has trouble making friends. I would greatly appreciate it if you could try your best to warm up to her.” Your existence in of itself was enough to make the head maid sigh of relief. At least one person here had to deal with Aeri’s temperament.

‘Such a young girl with such a kind face. Now, she’s going to be stuck with a sociopath. Poor thing.’ The head maid thought as you nodded your head genuinely feeling sorry for the duchess. You introduced yourself to the other maids and had a small chit chat with the ones in your age range. 

The other maids pitied you, betting on how long it would take for you to pick up your skirt and run for the hills? From your understanding you were here to work as a personal attendant and maid for the duchess, but of course not everything is how it seems. Not that anyone here was going to tell you what you were actually here for.

You were so kind and loveable that in under an hour you became acquainted with everyone. The more senior maids quickly formed prayer circles, saying prayers to keep you from losing your mind over the duchess. 

The room that was given to you was on the rather larger side even the other maids were a bit taken aback. “The duchess asked for it to be changed last minute so your desk and a few things will arrive here tomorrow.” The room was large, quiet and only equipped with a large bed, far too big for one person.

After showering you empty your clothes out and head to bed. After all, you have a long day ahead tomorrow. The head maid was sweet enough to give you a white night dress, muttering something along the lines of ‘She’ll like this’. You were already feeling at peace here, nothing could go wrong.

Drifting off to sleep, dreaming of a world far, far away. Aeri walks into your room, seeing your sleeping figure. Had you forgotten that she would come see you? No matter, this was fine as well. The dimmed orange in the room gave enough light for Aeri to see you, reaching over to peel off your blanket. 

Aeri’s fingers fall on your face, tracing your every feature. “Pretty thing.” The aristocrats' large hand falls in between your thighs, pushing them apart. Tossing your nightgown upwards revealing your panties. Such a pretty nightgown you had on, it was obviously the choosing done by the head maid.

‘She’s picked a nice one’ The young duchess removes your panties and has her fingers push themselves in you, her thumb circling and pressing your clit. You twist away as if you were trying to escape from the relentless pleasure. Aeri pushes you back down, startling you awake. “Oh my- un- unhand me!” Trying to hold back moans from escaping.

“Stay fucking still, you peon.” A harsh slap meets your face, as Aeri unbuttons her white blouse. Her hands fall to her black slacks to remove her belt. Taking advantage of her busy hands you attempt to get out of the bed. “Are all commoners such bad listeners, leave this room and I’ll have my knights behead those kids at the orphanage.”

Your movement stops quickly, a cruel smile falling on Aeri’s lips. Yes, this is how it should be, all this power over someone, that’s what Aeri deserves and nothing less. Bringing you back under her towering figure, you hold back tears as her large girth pokes your entrance. Teasing you by rubbing her tip against your clit.

After what seems like an eternity and a few pleads from you Aeri pushes her length in “Fuck, you cumslut, look my cock is showing through your stomach.” Her jaw gritted as she took a closer look at your tummy. Drool escaping your lips as you try your best to answer her.

“Pretty little thing, you know what you're here for?” Aeri’s long hand wraps around your throat as her hips snap into you. You shake your head ‘no’ as the tip of her cock hits your spot. “Poor thing, you're here as my new toy. A pretty gift from the king to commemorate my recent success.” 

Aeri’s lips twist into a bragging smile as if you were supposed to congratulate her. “Ah, that’s right. You can't talk while my hands are around your precious throat.” Letting go of you to bring her hands to the back of your thighs. “The king has gotten better at picking out prettier things, the last present broke too soon.”

Practically bringing your knees to your head to fuck you as she pleases. “Now, you’re nothing but my slut. From now on- fuck you’re here to fulfill my wants.” Aeri’s veiny girth imprinting your insides. The fact you couldn’t talk back to her was having her swell with pride. 

“You’re my property now, fucking personal cumslut.” Cruel words leave her perfect, pretty lips. Your eyes roll back as you cream around her large cock, tightening around Aeri. “Fuck, loosen up a bit, slut.” The crude words leaving her own mouth only turned herself on. Aeri’s climax soon approached as she continued thrusting.

“I be- uhn beg of you, not inside.” Aeri’s eyebrow raised, you should be begging to have her children. “I’ll do as I please, filthy whore.” Pouring white hot into your womb. Your chest heaving in deep breaths, quickly falling asleep from exhaustion. The duchess makes her way out of your quarters and into the comfort of her luxury bed.

—

Your existence in this mansion was at the disposal of Aeri. You had to ask for permission for anything and everything, from the washroom to even eating. Every single move you made was under the careful gaze of the duchess. Had you even thought of doing anything without her permission, consequences were necessary.

As you spent more time here it was not hard to figure out what caused this all. Your letters to the orphanage director were finally received and you received a small letter explaining the circumstances.

“Dear,

I hope this letter finds you warm and well in the midst of the cold winds in the North.

I know you're confused, but you must understand that I had no other option. The King offered the orphanage a sizable donation to cover the costs for the orphans' tuition at the academy. As payment for this significant courtesy, you are expected to attend to the duchess's personal needs.

The kids love and miss you, stay well and healthy whilst in the north.”

Sincerely,

Gertrude

Tears fell from your eyes as you read the letter, of course it was fantastic that the children could go to school but was it fair to sacrifice your entire life to this wretched woman? Thankfully, the duchess was going on a business venture at the capital and you assumed you would be left at the mansion.

“Pardon? Is it even appropriate for a maid to attend the palace as a guest, your excellency?” You ask, clasping your uniforms’ skirt. Aeri scoffs as if she found what you were saying ridiculous “The king would ask how high if I told him to jump. Whatever I want is what will happen. Now run along and go try on those dresses I bought you.”

You pause as if you wanted to say something. Aeri’s cold gaze leaves her wrist watch and turns to face you, an eyebrow cocked in curiosity. “Don’t waste my fucking time if you have nothing to say.” Grabbing you by your elbow and pushing you out of her office.

Despite her harsh words and manners, when it came to luxuries Aeri practically treated you as if you were a lover. A nice white dress paired with a winter coat and small heels was the outfit the head maid had recommended you. “Is this not rather flamboyant? I am a commoner, no?” 

The head maid brushes off your worries “Soon the duchess will make you her wife, such worries aren’t necessary!” The maids rush you out to meet the duchess in the front lobby. “There you are, I was half going to freeze out here waiting for you, get it now.” Aeri stood in her usual black aristocratic outfit but paired with black fur around her neck to keep warm.

Sitting across from Aeri in the carriage allowed you to take a closer look at the blue blooded aristocrat. Wealth from her businesses allowed her to practically rule the economy but on top of that her status as the Archduchess and the minister of finance practically made her untouchable.

“You look idiotic staring at me.” Aeri’s cool voice practically cut the sounds of the wind off. “So- sorry.” Turning your embarrassed face away from her gaze “You talk smoothly when the coachmen speaks to you yet when I say something it's all stutters. Perhaps you like him?” The thought was getting Aeri ticked off.

“Of- of course not, the coachman is only a friend!” A cunning smirk with a large hand beckoning you to sit beside her. “Perhaps you're looking elsewhere because I haven't visited you for a few days, is that right pretty girl?” Aeri’s cold hand climbing up your skirt and pushing past your cotton panties.

Feeling the already present wetspot had Aeri swelling with arrogance. “Keep your voice down or else your dear friend will hear you moaning, slut.” Her fingers knuckles deep into you, manhandling you to stay still.

“Cumming so soon, filthy whore. There you go, cum for me.” Cooing in your ear as you experience your high. “Your excellency, are you alright? I’m hearing some strange sounds.” Your heart stops but Aeri lets out a repressed snicker. “No no, all is well. Pay no mind.” Pressing and rolling your clit, over stimulating your senses.

“Keep your fucking voice down and entertain me, you slut.” Bringing you onto her lap and sinking her thick cock into you. Your arms wrapping around Aeri’s neck. “Please, no more. He’ll hear.” Aeri’s ‘tsks’ as if she is annoyed with your concern for getting caught. “And what if he does hear and finds out? I’ll fuck you in front of him but you’d like that wouldn’t you, filthy cumbucket.” 

Moans accidentally leaving your mouth as you beg Aeri to give you a break. Drool sliding down your lips and eyes rolling back as you take in every feature of her cock. You weren't supposed to like it this much.

Using your ass cheeks to lift you up and down on her cock, her tip hitting the most sensual of places. Your thighs shake as you try your best not to come. “Don’t cum yet, you’ll get me dirty. Fucking useless bimbo.” You nod your head. Aeri presses her lips against yours to prevent any sounds from leaking, her tongue sliding over yours.

“Stupid slut, I’m doing all of the work, ride me or else I’ll call the coachman.” You grip her shoulders and move yourself. Sliding her cock in and out of you. “Uhn, you’re so fucking slow.” Aeri pushes you back down on her cock. Your head falling back in surprise, her cock was bulging through your stomach.

Aeri presses down onto where her cock is bulging. “Gonna fill you up and you’ll have my kids. Nothing but a dumb slut meant for pleasing me.” Her semen shoots into you, filling up your womb. Giving you one last sloppy kiss before putting your panties on. Cleaning you and letting your head rest on her shoulder.

“I’ll finish my work and I’ll come see you later alright, darling?” Aeri lets you know as she asks if you want anything. “I’d like to leave the mansion.” Aeri’s head twists to look down at you, surprisingly a smile is what's on her face. “No, no, no. You and I are going to get married.”

You push yourself away from her “No! That’s impossible, I don’t want to. You can’t force me!” Aeri pushes back her hair and lets out an annoyed sigh. “And what right to say no do you have? Even if we don’t get married, you can’t leave me. So while I’m being nice, you’d better say yes.”

There was no escaping, you were stuck with her forever.