Vulnerable
Mitsuya Takashi X Reader
Warnings: Size kink, Vibrator, Crying, Sub drop (?), Aftercare, Pet name “Princess”
Word Count: 583
A/N: This is my first piece of this kind of writing in a year, so please forgive me for how short and awkward it is. Thank you.
Small. You felt small.
Usually, your size difference with Mitsuya was enough of a turn-on to have you tugging at the fly of his pants all by itself, but today was different. As you started to come down from your final high, the vibrator between your legs was turned off and set on the bedside table. You were facing Takashi's chest and your fists still clutched tightly to the fabric of his shirt. The hand that had previously held the buzzing toy to your clit now came to rest on the small of your back. All of a sudden, you realized tears were streaming down your face. Despite your confusion, the salt solution continued to pour from your eyes. You didn’t feel sad… just small.
His broad frame seemed to engulf your smaller one. It wasn’t just your stature that felt diminished compared to Takashi's, it was also your strength. You knew he was stronger than you, but the reality of how stark the difference was hit you out of nowhere like a brick. Your mind flashed to the bruises his fingers would leave after sex from holding onto your hips and just how easily he could choke you with one hand. As this almost crushing sense of vulnerability set it, you found yourself crying harder.
You wanted to do what you always did when you needed comfort, snuggle into Takashi’s warm embrace but this almost prey-like fear was preventing you from doing that. Takashi was equally if not a little more confused than you were. He was caught off guard by your sudden outburst and had no idea how he could help you. Stuck in this awkward position, he decided to just not do anything and let you guide the situation.
Although hard, you managed to start calming yourself down enough to the point where you could bury into Takashi’s welcoming body. He quickly got the hint and wrapped his arms around you, cradling you in a tight embrace. Your tears seemed to dry up eventually, and you found yourself shaking instead. At this point, your brain felt cloudy and incapable of thinking any complex thoughts. Mustering up the bit of strength you had left, you pushed yourself away from Takashi slightly and croaked out “w-water?”
Takashi didn’t say anything in response, wordlessly helping you into a seated position leaning against the headboard, and handing you a glass of water with a straw in it. He sat up next to you, remaining silent. Takashi knew you, and he knew that you would talk when you were ready.
Once your thirst was taken care of, you uttered a quiet “Thank you,” handing him back the glass which he set on the nightstand once again. You both sat there, the silence filling the air wasn’t uncomfortable, but rather uncertain. Your brain was far too tired to try and convey what had happened in words to Takashi. Takashi on the other hand was smart enough to not demand an explanation. Finally deciding to speak up, you asked “can we watch a TV show?” Takashi was a little surprised at first, he figured you would want to talk about the prior events, but if you weren’t ready, he was going to respect that. “Sure, Princess. What do you want to watch?”
He reached for his laptop, setting it in between you two and subsequently initiating your normal aftercare routine. While the events of that night’s intimacy had not exactly been normal, both you and Takashi were feeling a lot better.
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stp princess disco elysium portraits (spectre + nightmare)
[EYE CONTACT + BODY HORROR]
first family: spectre, nightmare and their 3rd chapters
doing prisoner next
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Prompt 124
Bruce crouched next to the small child that had been bounding around for the last few months healing people, watching idly as they scribbled on a paper with quiet chirps. Spirit, the rest of Gotham had named them, Spirit and their Sister.
“Hi Mr. Bat!” The child beamed from behind the mask when they finally looked up, burn scar stretching slightly.
He ignored the gibbering man in the corner, at least for now, seeing as he’d just arrived. “Is your sister around?” The other, well he wouldn’t call them vigilantes seeing as the kids (He’d be surprised if Sister was an adult) focused more on evacuation or healing, but it was the closest word.
“Nope!” the child put their crayons away in one of the many pockets inside the almost victorian-styled coat, one of the reasons they’d gotten their name. “Uncle Kerian is watchin’ me tonight, ‘cause Sister is busy.”
“Uncle?”
“Uncle!”
Bruce could be forgiven for the startled wheeze when the literal shadows twisted and ripped, a pair of Lazarus-green eyes- or whatever they were- gleaming from the darkness, dark hair twisting as sharp teeth similar to the siblings’ were bared in very open warning. As if the giant flaming sword wasn’t enough of a warning already.
Ah. That’s who had traumatized the several would-be kidnappers then.
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