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rottiens · 2 months

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PRETTY IN THE DARK | GETŌ SUGURU

✮ tags. . noncon, vampire getō x human fem reader, blood, objectification, 18+ mdni. divider creds: cafekitsune. | WC: 2.3K

✮ about. . in your desire to protect your family, you end up making a deal with the devil.

He is sitting in the dining room when you enter the room. Your body doesn't react with a shrug of muscles as it was usual to do every time you encountered him wandering around as if he owned your apartment, but your heartbeat detonates as if someone has pushed you from behind and you plummet into the void.

Shadows take over every corner of your place as if this were their and Suguru's home and not yours. You breathe, exhaling the fright that has frozen your veins and move towards the switch blindly, sliding your fingers along the wall until you manage to make light.

Suguru squints his eyes being struck by the ace of light. He is sitting in one of the chairs with his elbows on the small wooden table, he has a half bun tying part of his hair up, the rest of the black hair falls down his back perfectly. The turtleneck sweater is new, it makes him look more elegant and you almost laugh at how formal he looks.

"I wasn't expecting you today," you say approaching, dropping the keys of the apartment on the table surface. You want to tell him he's quite the dramatist for setting this scene for you, the waiting in the dark in your apartment god knows what for so long, the absence of light, the black clothes… you wonder how long he's lasted waiting there for you, if he's gone through your kitchen, if he's rummaged through your clothes.

His clear eyes scan your face as if reading what you're thinking, then he notices the paper bags you drop next to your keys before answering. "I thought I'd stop by for a snack" He replies with a mocking tone.

"What's this?" you reach out to grab the glass bottle in front of him. Inside a red, almost black liquid swirls amusedly as you move it back and forth in search of something to give you a clue as to what it might be and you pray it's not what you're thinking.

"Beet juice." The confession makes you scrunch up your face in distaste. Okay, it wasn't what you were thinking but this doesn't make it any less gross. "It's good for the red blood cells."

You squint to examine it better. Was he giving you a gift? Was that what he meant? The vampire who had threatened to kill your family if you didn't feed him your blood?

"I'm not going to drink it." You set the bottle down on the table with a thud.

"You will. I need you to be healthy." There it is, the reason. You should have known better.

Suguru pulls his hands away from his face that drop his jaw, invisible hands squeeze your chest at the sight of him again, it was a strange feeling having him erase your memory after feeding on you to make you forget details about him that you don't need to know, just in case you decide to expose him to the church. So seeing him always makes you feel uneasy, he is handsome, his small eyes are intimidating and the whole aura around him makes you feel tiny.

"Shall we get this over with?" you raise an eyebrow looking to put an end to an encounter that shouldn't be any longer than necessary. You move the sleeve of your sweater up revealing your right wrist which begins to heal, at the juncture are two dots on your skin, around them the flesh takes on a yellowish color.

Suguru gets up from his seat and without taking his eyes off you sits on the chair next to you. His fingers take your hand gently, without wasting time he brings it to his mouth and his lips brush against your skin causing you to tingle, he breathes in your scent, breathes in the essence of your skin with his eyes closed.

"Stand up," he suddenly orders.

You move against the wall, trembling with fear and anticipation. Suguru is in front of you taking up all the space that allows you to see the rest of the room, your gaze riveted on the silver cross hanging from his neck and you snort at the irony.

With his finger he lifts your chin and makes you look at him, you want to run away, but you force yourself to be brave by chewing on the bottom of your cheek.

"You don't have to hypnotize me." Suguru raises an eyebrow, questioningly. "I'm not going to scream."

Surprise marks the wrinkles at the corner of his mouth in a brief smile. "You want to feel the pain?"

You shake your head before pulling your face away from his finger yanking back. "I just want to know what it feels like." You feel guilty. A bitter cocktail rises in your stomach, you think it's unfair to have to be protecting your family without knowing exactly how you do it, what happens before, during or after. You feel guilty for not feeling pain.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" he speaks softly. You squeeze your eyes tightly shut ignoring the hotness that suddenly chokes you.

Instead of answering you reach out your hand, you hear him chuckle softly and when you sense him lowering your hand back to its place you turn hurriedly to look for him, wondering why. The hope that he is going to let you go today crosses in front of you.

"I want from the vein in your neck."

You swallow. Suguru can't disguise staring at your throat and how it rises and falls. Wordlessly you push down on the fabric of the sweater collar and let him see the vein pulsing rapidly thanks to your racing heart.

Suguru moves closer to you, his teeth grazing you as if testing how fast he can break the skin. Then, he deposits a kiss that makes you clench your lips to keep from moaning, his tongue glides in wet circles that that warm the area and your body trembles.

"Hold still."

Is all you hear before suguru opens his mouth in an inhuman way and sinks his long fangs into your neck, the pain making you moan involuntarily. His fangs are sharp needles that sink into the flesh and pierce until they leave two holes just enough for blood to spill out of the vein. The piercing pain stops, instead you feel his soft lips sucking like he's giving a hickey.

"It hurts…" you whimper.

The sounds of your blood gurgling in his mouth deafens you, you drop your eyelids as he pushes your head further to the side in an awkward position so he has the space to go deeper and chase the spilling crimson stream.

A hand-shaped snake crawls up your navel, searches for the button of your pants and in seconds undoes it to find your panties. Suguru stops feeding to speak in your ear.

"I'm going to make you feel better." His voice is almost unrecognizable, less friendly, deeper and more terrifying. "I'm going to keep feeding on you and you're going to cum on my long fingers."

You don't even respond. You can't complain because of the way your hands lose feeling and your knees buckle. Suguru goes back to sucking as the pad of his cold fingers push your pussy lips wide open and squeeze your clit back and forth almost in a lazy way. You squint harder to imagine that you're not there, that you're somewhere else and this isn't happening. Because what kind of person would you be if you felt pleasure because this creature, who every week comes to feed on you, is making you feel good?

He slips a finger easily inside you masking the pain in your neck with pleasure. Suguru pushes it in as if searching for something, then adds another finger and a louder moan tears your throat. Suguru pauses to lay his forehead on your throat, giving one last lick to the open wound that slowly stops bleeding and just lies there enjoying his long fingers parting your wet pussy.

"You taste so good when you're aroused," he growls, thrusting slowly. "I can hardly stop myself."

His fingers increase the intensity of his strokes, massaging your pussy in an erotic back-and-forth, scissoring his fingers and thumb touching your clit. It doesn't take your body long to reach orgasm, shattering you to pieces and making the lack of blood make you feel dizzy. Helpless and weak, you cling to his sweater, intoxicated in the peculiar perfume that envelops him until you begin to see black and everything becomes one big swirl that makes you fall into a deep sleep.

. . . When you wake up you are in your bed, lying on your back with one of your plush blankets covering your legs. You try to sit up but your body aches, especially your neck. You bring your fingers to where the wound should be but find the soft fabric of one of your scarves wrapped around your neck.

"Was I too rough?" This time, your body does react by curling up on the mattress. You pull your legs up to the level of your chest and search for the voice that burst into your room.

You find him as a long figure standing at the edge of the bed looking down at you from above. Did he care? Clearly not, because his mischievous-looking smile tells you otherwise.

You begin to tremble as he approaches, your gaze following him as you watch him come closer to you. The bed sinks with his weight, he reaches for one of your arms hugging your knees and pulls it towards him, Suguru brings the back of your hand to his mouth and leaves a kiss there, and the scene is so intimate that it feels awkward to you.

His body sensation is not icy cold as it normally is, his warm hands mimic the warmth of an ordinary man and you have a theory that it is due to the temperature change your fresh blood briefly carries in him, this only lasts a couple of minutes after all.

You wonder what he's doing, what he's playing at. Your heart leaps out of your chest the moment Suguru starts a path of kisses from your palm to your wrist, your blood turns icy cold after he stops on your wrist, you stutter his name, you think he's going to bite you again but what he does instead takes you by surprise.

Suguru gives you a long lick, the taste of your body cream diluted in the day's sweat soaks his tongue, then he closes his lips around the area and makes a hickey. Red, small, and when he pulls away to contemplate his creation it almost looks like the shape of a map. He crawls from your skin reluctantly and looks at you between heavy lashes, there's lust in his gaze mixed with hunger and desire and you hate yourself for the way your body reacts, your nipples harden and your pussy gets wet for him again.

"What-"

"No one touches my property." Your eyes widen. "This should carry a message to whoever you're fucking, unless of course, you wish me to show up in person to your job."

You reeked of man perfume and it made him want to throw up. He didn't want to smell someone else's scent on you when he was feeding.

"That's not of your business," you spit with a boiling face and a flutter in your stomach, tugging at your hand to escape the trap it had fallen into but it's only in vain because his strength is triple yours and you don't move an inch. "Our deal is just my blood."

"Perhaps," suguru murmurs, flashing you in a brief smile just the tips of the fangs that a moment ago were digging into you. "But it will be your fault when I bring their head as an offering along with another bottle of beet juice."

You struggle to hold back tears of helplessness. He grins again and his teeth cut through the darkness, you clear your throat to fight back and say it's not fair however Suguru gets up before you can.

Gracefully, he gives a brief tour of the room. You are embarrassed that he finds it in this state, books on your bed, shoes out of place and clothes on the floor. You were in a rush this morning, you were going to be late and you prioritized time over tidying your safe space as you rummaged through your uniform shirt.

He removes the hair tie that grips his mane and lets it fall all the way down his back like a dark waterfall as he looks down at the jeans on the floor, on top of it is a pair of light pink panties that he observes undisguised. As if every move is planned he ties all his hair back into a high ponytail, the movements causes the black sweater to ride up his abdomen revealing a wink of toasted skin, with a line of hair revealing itself at the edges of his pants and rising blurred to his belly button.

"How are you feeling?" He asks suddenly, dropping his arms to either side.

"Do you even care?" you reply curtly, looking down at his feet. You glance up at him in time to see him smirk, clearly amused by your attitude.

Suguru moves towards you again and you wonder when you will stop feeling not enough in his presence. He sits at your feet, puts his hand to his mouth and bites down hard. Your body squirms at the action, raw fear showing on your wrinkled nose and furrowed brow.

"Drink," he says reaching out, droplets of blood slipping onto your favorite blanket.

"No."

"It's not a request, sweetheart." You don't understand what he intends by this but you don't seek to make him angry either, so you lean down and wrap your lips around his skin to finally suck the blood that spurts out of him.

The taste of iron is so strong it's unbearable. Your mouth fills with saliva and your stomach knots warning you with rejecting what you are drinking, you want to move away but his hand is behind the back of your neck pulling you closer to him and preventing your escape.

"Keep sucking. Your wound will heal faster that way."

You blink faster pushing away the tears that peek out, you close your eyes tightly becoming oblivious to what you are doing, his fingers pampering your hair as if you were a pet. Stroking you gently.

"Swallow. That's a good girl."

#cw noncon #cw objectification #wr #geto drabbles #jjk drabbles #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru smut #geto smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut

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even-all · 1 month

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My boy and I are wholly monogamous and far too prone to jealousy to execute this fantasy irl, BUT. We might have giggled over the idea of sharing a cute subby thing.

We could do such a fun little good dom/bad dom routine...

My boy pulling on my leash and telling me "Go easy on 'em, sweetheart. You don't wanna break them yet."

Hearing him whisper sweet comforts to a pretty thing while I pound them into the mattress with my strap. My sweet boy smoothing their hair back after I slap them around a little.

Just a sweet thing we can treat like our fucktoy <3

Cis ppl dni / Trans fags only

#idk if this is anything #realistically I couldn't do this but it's a fun thought to get off to #💜#evin's #queer nsft #t4t nsft #trans nsft #ftm nsft #nsft #ftm sub #ftm dom #cw objectification

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gabessquishytum · 3 months

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Warprize!Hob au

King Dream is obsessed with playing with Hob’s little cock, but more like a fidget toy than anything else. While holding court or during a meeting, he’ll have Hob on his lap and one hand just idly fiddling with Hob’s cock; petting it, stroking it with his thumb, lightly tracing or flicking or tapping it with a finger, maybe wandering to tug at his balls or pubic hair, but always returning to his cute little cock.

It drives Hob crazy—there’s no cage or ring or even rule preventing him from cumming if he wants to, but the stimulation is never enough to actually get him there, as Dream does it almost absentmindedly, as something to do with his hand while he works (and begging for more or doing anything overt to gain Dream’s attention properly will either be ignored or get him admonished for trying to distract the king while he’s busy).

Eventually there will be a break or something and Dream will turn his focus to Hob and coo over how desperate he is, as though Hob is just a needy little slut who’s horny for no particular reason, and not that he’s been teased and edged for ages. To give his pet the relief and attention he so dearly needs, he’ll rearrange Hob to face the room and spread his legs so that each are draped over the arms of Dream’s throne, giving everyone a proper view of Hob’s cute cock bouncing uselessly as he’s impaled on Dream’s cock.

-🪽anon

Hob’s lil cock is so cute, how could anyone resist touching it? When it's small and soft it feels so nice against Dream’s hand. When it gets hard it's a little bigger but not by much, and it leaks over Dream’s fingers to make stroking it even easier. Dream isn't thinking about Hob’s pleasure, of course he isn't. Such things aren't important when he has great matters of state at hand. It just feels nice to touch him. And if Hob is essentially being tortured and overstimmed hour after hour well, that is his job.

When Dream emerges from his haze of diplomatic affairs, its so amusing to see what a mess his slut has made while he was busy. The poor little thing is soaked and twitching. Dream had better put him out of his misery. He wants to cum again, right? He wants the king to keep touching his useless little cock until he cums dry, right?

And of course Hob isn't going to say no. He'll never pass up the chance to have the King's proper attention. Even if his little cock hurts so much as he tries to cum all over again. It just feels so nice when Dream notices him. Especially because having the king's massive cock inside him reminds him exactly how much of a toy he is - and thinking about that is guaranteed to make him cum, even if he passes out in the process.

#🪽anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw objectification #warprize hob

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wrathofrats · 16 days

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pebble, swiss and alpha? Do you think they'd share him? (Him being alpha)🥺

Anon I’m going to dox you on Twitter how dare you make me think about that

I have awful brain rot about all of them can you tell is it that obvious anon feel free to let me know if you’re stalking me

But.. yeah no I do yeah yeah yeAH YEAH.

Pebble teaching swiss that alpha is all bark and no bite. Really just humiliates him for Swiss since pebble knows so much about him, and oh Swiss is more than happy to exploit that.

Coos at him, calls him easy, tells Swiss that alpha is just a brain dead slut that only ever thinks with his dick. Just get a hand on him and he will do whatever you want.

And I’m sure alpha puts up a fight, tries to argue with pebble and list all the nasty things alphas done to him, but Swiss is having none of it.

“Oh pebble, your dildos got quite the mouth on it”

That goes straight to alphas dick, immediately chubbing up a bit and stammering out some protest but pebble and Swiss are fucking laughing at him.

“Think it may be broken. Wondering if you could help me fix it”

Would just be a shame if they got alpha tied up on a chair. Hands behind the back of it, legs securely attached to the wooden legs of the chair. Maybe they make him watch as they work each other up, put on a show for him.

Has to sit there and watch as Swiss makes pebble melt in his hands, immediately sweet and pliant. Sloppily making out while Swiss reaches behind him to open him up, honestly it’s all fucking obscene.

God and I’m sure once pebbles nice and loose for him they just take turns completely using him. Pebble bouncing on his cock as he talks to swiss like alphas not even in the room. Probably has to gag him at some point because he keeps protesting and growling. Toy must still be broken.

If alpha calms down enough Swiss will give him the reward of letting him have his cock in his mouth, may even cum down his throat if he stays real still.

Probably just completely cover him, get him real messy like a good toy should be

#cw objectification #cw dubcon #I got carried away can we tell #ohhh my god these fucking three #Swiss just thinks alpha needs to learn a lesson #doesn’t know why pebbles let him act like this for so long #and don’t fucking get me started on if it was Swiss and alpha using pebble #good cop bad cop my beloved #holy shit #they’d ruin him #I’m getting ahead of myself #pebble ghoul #alpha ghoul #swiss ghoul

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alittlemxchievous · 1 year

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CW Objectification

In this file, the listener will be enveloped by the powerful hypnotic breath of the Dragon Queen. Slowly being turned into a display piece.

This is my first attempt at a hypnosis file. I hope you all enjoy it.

#kae audio #hypno k1nk #hypnokink #dragon kae #dragon hoard #kaes treasures #cw objectification #cw hypnosis

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lackablazeical · 1 year

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The Hamatos tend to be quite possessive.... L to the bunnies </3

Anyway have some Donnida content for the soul. I love them sm (not ship btw, that's just the duo name lol)

Ishida tends to be a bit reckless with all his new energy/strength and Donnie. Doesn't appreciate it. No no NO SIR <3

#addams! tmnt au #rottmnt au #rottmnt #addams! donnie #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #rise of the tmnt oc #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles au #rise of the tmnt fanart #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #cw objectification #addams! ishida #rottmnt oc #rottmnt original character #rise of the tmnt donnie

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callmeangelism · 2 months

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i need to be bitten so hard i bleed and fucked so rough i cant walk. no thoughts. no responsibility. just lay there as someone's personal canvas

#nsft concept #nsft thoughts #queer nsft #nsft #cw size kink #k!nk blog #bd/sm brat #bd/sm kink #corruption kink #cw objectification #cw biting #cw blood #cw dumbification #cw free use #cw possessive

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lovecatsys · 4 months

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isn't it sad, that a character who spent her entire history trying to prove she was more than just an object, just a weapon, is now being blatantly objectified? used as a prop for a male character's story? isn't it sad that she's spent so much time fighting for her right to be treated as a person, and not just a clone, but then they told her if only one of them (Talon or regular Laura) dies, they won't be brought back? despite them having different memories, blatantly being very different people, each having their own stories?

isn't it sad that a character who's always fought for agency in her relationships with men, isn't being afforded any agency at all?

isn't it sad that there was a whole plotline about how clones aren't doubles, they're their own people with their own memories and personalities and lives and still deserve resurrection rights, yet those resurrection rights were taken away for regular Laura? because apparently she's just some off-shoot clone, and the version of her that's being used as a prop and a love interest, being objectified, is treated as the Real Laura despite the fact that she seems nothing like the Laura we know at all??

In both of Laura's previous relationships with men, she fell for them quickly, and didn't take long to approach them about her feelings. It took her TWO HUNDRED YEARS to warm up to Synch. Is it just me, or isn't that a huge red flag?!?

Isn't it sad that the black kid who was killed off for Emma Frost's angst finally got to be resurrected again, and this is the first thing he gets to do? He was just a dweeb who followed Jubilee around and was shy in the romances with both her and Monet. But after the Vault, he would not leave Laura alone. He doesn't seem like himself at all. Hundreds of years of character development we don't see, that turns him and Talon into this unrecognizable characters, him having no personality outside of being the new leader of the X-Men, her having no personality ourside being his lover.

Isn't it sad that it's likely they'll kill Talon off soon, in fact that's what most of us are gunning for, but that's still messed up? Resurrection is over anyways. She would have only lived to be Everett's love, and to die for his angst. Nothing but a prop for him. And regular Laura will feel all kinds of weird about it. Can you imagine just for a moment, how traumatizing it must be to watch yourself be in a relationship with someone you don't have feelings for, watch yourself be treated like a trophy for this man, wondering whether or not this version of you actually is in love with him, or if she has no choice?!?!

#laura kinney #talon #everett thomas #gerry duggan is never beating the misogyny allegations i am sorry #x men #cw misogyny #cw objectification

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whump-card · 4 months

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Forged Divinity Chapter 3: Phineas Strikes a Deal

1538 words

CW: institutionalized slavery, religious themes, dubcon undressing, objectification

Previous, Masterlist, Next

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Colossians 3:22

Slaves, obey your earthly masters in everything; and do it, not only when their eye is on you and to curry their favor, but with sincerity of heart and reverence for the Lord.

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The more Leannan learned about Phineas, the more dangerous he realized they were. All Leannan wanted was to live with someone rich and comfortable, but he had batted his eyes at the wrong person and now he was stuck with some kind of killing machine. He could only pray that Phineas stayed true to their intentions of selling Leannan.

The kiss didn’t bode well.

But Leannan’s hopes were high when in the afternoon of the next day they finally reached civilization: Donda Island. They took a small hire-boat across the river to the island, and went through a checkpoint where club-wielding guards tried to take away Phineas’ sniper rifle, but Phineas showed them some mysterious papers and they were let through, still armed.

The city that occupied the island was dense, eclectic, and noisy. Ancient surviving buildings crowded together with newer constructs, which were in turn made out of materials scavenged from the old. The main avenue extending from the dock was lined with street vendors selling all kinds of food – various meats on sticks, fried dough in a hundred different forms, and the occasional rarity of oranges or coffee.

Leannan was entranced by the riches on display. Surely, he could find a wealthy buyer here.

“Keep up!” Phineas snapped at him.

He needed to find a buyer here.

Phineas lead the way not far to a long, low, brick building, two stories tall, heavily weathered by time but painted in bright, abstract murals. They again flashed a piece of paper to the guards out front, and they and Leannan were let in, flanked by an escort. They were lead to a grand hall; the floor was covered in straw, and a wooden stage filled one end of the room, with stairs leading up to it. On it were three wooden chairs, intricately carved with reliefs of plants and animals.

Phineas approached the stage, and Leannan and their escort of guards followed. Phineas stopped at a respectable distance, shoved their hands into their pockets, and waited.

Leannan’s heart leapt.

He was worth a town. He know that, because he’d been traded for a town before. They were about to speak to someone very, very important, it was obvious from everything, the building, the guards, the chairs – the thrones, really.

He could end up living here. He looked around, allowing a smile to creep over his face. God is good.

A guard entered from the wings of the stage.

“Councilman Brochard!” she announced, sweeping out a dramatic arm, and a single man entered the stage. He was perhaps in his sixties, pale, with thinning light brown hair gone half gray. He was clean, well-dressed, and well-fed, and carried himself with confidence and power.

He sat in the center chair. He observed the room for a moment, then spoke.

“Phineas Kaŝpafisto. The bounty hunter from the southern deserts. You received my summons.”

Phineas nodded.

“Yes, Councilman Brochard.”

“Hmm.” Brochard’s eyes darted around, and he raised a hand.

“Leave us.”

Like clockwork, every guard in the room hurried out, leaving only Phineas, Leannan, and the Councilman.

“Who is this?” Councilman Brochard gestured at Leannan.

“He can be here,” Phineas said confidently.

“He will not betray my plans?”

“Never. He’s an Iowan, he is bound to secrecy.”

Brochard raised his eyebrows and looked more closely.

“Why bring an Iowan to these negotiations?” he asked.

“How about we get to the matter at hand?” Phineas said.

Councilman Brochard stared at Phineas intently before steepling his fingertips together and leaning forward. “So you can do it? You can kill King Gauthier?

“Can I?” Phineas laughed, “Of course I can.”

Brochard sat back.

“Name your price.”

“I want land and a title here,” Phineas said immediately, “I want to settle down, and join your council.”

Leannan couldn’t help but look at Phineas in surprise. That hadn’t been the goal he was expecting.

“That…” Councilman Brochard was surprised, as well. “That’s a large ask.”

“So is the death of a king,” Phineas countered.

“… We could offer you… some land, perhaps…” Councilman Brochard waffled.

Phineas smiled. “That’s where the Iowan comes in,” he pressed a hand on Leannan’s back, pushing him forward a step, “I get my land and power, and you get a dead king and the last holy concubine on earth.”

Brochard was speechless for a few seconds, shifting in his chair.

“Tell me about this Iowan,” he finally asked.

“It can speak for itself,” Phineas said, patting Leannan on the shoulder before stepping back.

Leannan was on the spot – but that was where he thrived. He took a little bow and smiled demurely.

“What would you like to know, sir Councilman?”

“How many masters have you had?” asked Brochard.

“Six, sir.”

“Hmm. Not bad. How did you survive the massacre of Iowa City?”

“I was sold shortly before, to my first master.”

“That makes you… How old?”

His one flaw.

“Thirty-one, sir.”

Councilman Brochard made a noise of distaste.

“And what… Condition are you in, I see a bandage on its neck.” He addressed the second part to Phineas.

“A minor scratch,” Phineas assured him, “It will heal in no time.”

“But does it have scars? Tattoos?” he tsked and waved a hand, “Just undress for me, would you?”

“Sir?” the request caught Leannan off-guard.

“Strip, dear thing. You don’t mind, do you?” Councilman Brochard addressed Phineas again.

“Of course not,” Phineas said.

Leannan felt a horrible mix of hope and dread. He wasn’t completely unmarked – but if the Councilman didn’t mind, he’d have his ticket to luxury.

“Go on then,” Phineas grinned at him, “Do as the Councilman says.”

Needing no further encouragement, Leannan pulled off his first layer, a loose navy short-sleeved shirt. Not rushing, not stalling, moving at the perfect pace. This wasn’t a show, but it wasn’t not a show. He held out the shirt to the side, suspended it for just a moment, then dropped it. Next: a more fitted faded cyan shirt, full of holes. Fashionable holes. He peeled it off and added it to the pile, checking on the Councilman’s reaction through batting eyelashes. The man sat, completely entranced, staring at Leannan.

Perfect.

Leannan slowly lifted the edge of his last top layer, a dark blue skintight long-sleeved shirt. He pulled it over his head, tossing his curls in an I-don’t-even-realize-what-I’m-doing way. The small burns on his left ribs were visible now, but he didn’t draw attention to them; instead he bent slightly, necklace dangling, and took hold of the waistband of his parachute pants. He shimmied his hips just so and scooted the waistband down, down, over his hips and butt and down his thighs before allowing them to drop, and stepping forward out of them, shaking his shoes free. All that was left were his boxers. He repeated the same motions, a little slower, pretending to be shy. He could see Phineas out of the corner of his eye leaning slightly to get a better look at his ass as it was revealed. Councilman Brochard gruffly cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, crossing his legs. Leannan dropped the boxers and took another step forward.

“Should I take off my shoes as well?” he asked innocently, tilting his head at Brochard and clasping his hands in front of himself. Placed to obscure, but not to hide. Modest, but available.

The Councilman shook his head.

“That won’t be necessary.”

“Would you like to take a closer look?” Leannan put his hands out to the side and spun slowly in place.

“That won’t… be necessary,” Councilman Brochard repeated. He nodded at Phineas. “You have a deal.”

Leannan beamed.

“Excellent,” Phineas smirked, “When can I see my new home?”

“We can discuss details tomorrow,” Brochard said, “But, to be clear, you get nothing until Gauthier is dead.”

Phineas nodded easily. “Kompreneble. And the Iowan remains with me until I have my seat and house, I understand.”

Brochard hesitated at that, but nodded back. “Of course.”

Phineas snapped his fingers at Leannan. “Put your clothes back on.”

As Leannan redressed, shaking straw off his clothes, Phineas and the Councilman discussed plans for meeting the next day, and boarding for the night for Phineas and Leannan. Leannan was relived to hear that he’d be sleeping in a real bed, and eating real food – but was less relieved when Phineas agreed that the two of them would be sharing a room.

As they left the council hall, stepping out into an overcast evening, Phineas let out a hearty cackle.

“Just when I think you might have a little self respect, you prove me wrong!” they leaned into Leannan’s personal space, “You must be seriously desperate for some rich old man dick.”

Leannan didn’t see the point anymore in maintaining a facade around Phineas.

“What I’m seriously desperate for,” he retorted, “Is a safe, normal life, as safe and normal as my life could ever be, anyway.”

Phineas lead the way back to the main street.

“So there are more than a couple brain cells bouncing around in there,” they quipped, perusing the food stalls.

Leannan didn’t respond; just sulked, until Phineas shoved a paper basket of fried potato wedges into his hands.

“Here,” they said begrudgingly, “You did good.”

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