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Mimi Kitsu has never looked, dressed, or acted like a princess is supposed to.

From the frilly dresses their mom begs them to wear, to the feminine primping and formalities the staff forces them to sit through, to the special treatment they have to endure from every person in the entire fucking kingdom, Mimi is bound to go insane any day now. 

The only reason they’ve held out for so long is their brother, prince Hana, who has always had their back and done his best to convince their parents of their errorful ways and delusional ignorance. At the end of the day, Hana is the only one who makes Mimi feel like a normal fucking person and not the princess everyone expects them to be.

Despite Hana’s best efforts, the king and queen refuse to acknowledge Mimi’s gender, and insist on treating them like the fragile little girl they always have. The constant doting on and the insistence on feminine deportment and attire at dinner parties and royal balls, like the one they’re at now, would be enough to drive anyone crazy, regardless of their gender. 

And any minute now, Mimi is certain it's going to, especially if prince whatever-his-name-is brags one more time about how many medals he’s received for “Bravery and Excellence in Field Analysis.” At this point, Mimi’s pretty sure that just translates to “I’m insanely annoying, never agree to date me,” but what do they know? 

“So then Angelique was like, ‘If you hadn’t been there Christopher, I don’t know what my daddy would’ve done!’ I mean the girl practically worships me, and all I did was save the chief knight in counsel from falling off that cliff. It’s like sooo not a big deal, you know? But they all think I’m some kind of hero!” Whatever-his-name-is laughs loudly in Mimi’s ear. 

Mimi pulls back, smiles tightly, and nods. Literally end me before I deck this bitch. 

They glance at the large grandfather clock in the center of the hall. Five minutes left to go before they can officially bounce. Their father had ordered them to stay for at least another hour but Mimi will be damned if they let this jerk get all up in their business for another hour, especially when they could be out getting hammered. God knows they need it. Honestly, their dad should consider himself lucky if they stay for the full five.

Mimi’s about to give whatever-his-name-is some bullshit excuse so they can dip, when suddenly he grabs their wrist in one hand and their waist in the other.

“Whoa princess, where's the fire?” he snarks, “I haven't even had a chance to tell you how pretty you look in this dress,” he laughs, pulling them into him.

“Though I bet you’d look even prettier without it.”

“Thanks, but kindly get the fuck off me ,” Mimi hisses under their breath, doing their best to remove his hands discreetly. 

“Aww, c’mon, I thought you liked putting out on the first date,” he insists, suddenly dipping down to hiss in Mimi’s ear, “Or at least that's what I heard from my friends at Riverglen.”

Mimi shudders at the comment. Riverglen has been one of their favorite pubs as of late. It’s quiet and lowkey, and they had thought it would be safe to go there uncloaked a couple nights ago. Guess not.

Before Mimi can shove him away, dickwad moves in closer.

“Relax, princess,” he threatens, “If you struggle, I’ll tell your daddy about all the little nightly visits you’ve been paying to the training facility.”

Mimi’s temper flares, their hands balling into fists and their arm muscles pulling tight at the fabric of their sleeves, when the asshole continues.

“Be a good girl now,” squeezing their wrist hard enough to bruise, “and nobody has to know.” 

Mimi's anger boils to the surface, overflowing until they see red. They’re about to knee the guy in the balls so hard he can forget about having kids, when someone comes up behind them and pulls them away from the guy with an arm wrapped securely around their torso. 

“What the fu-?!” Mimi bursts, but Hana cuts them off, whispering sharp and low.

“I know you can take him, but let me handle it. Please Mimi, listen to me,” his tone suddenly shifting to something painful, “I can’t let them threaten to send you away again because of something like this. I can’t. ” 

Mimi’s rage is still seething beneath their skin, but they let it die down at the pained tone in Hana’s voice. He’s right. If they cause one more scene in front of their parents it could mean they’d get sent away to some finishing school or convent for good. Their parents had already threatened as much several times before, and most recently their father had gone so far as to set up arrangements for it, indicating that Mimi’s next wrong move would be the final straw. 

When Hana feels Mimi’s breathing settle, he takes that as his go to confront the asshole. It takes him all of two strides to get up in the guy's face.

“If you ever touch, threaten, or so much as breathe in Mimi’s direction again, it won’t just be my kid sibling who’ll fuck you up. Let’s just say you’re lucky I didn’t bring my dagger tonight, because your testicles are going to be the first thing I skewer the next time I see you acting like a fucking prick.” 

With that, Hana storms off and Mimi follows, bidding the king and queen an early goodnight despite their protests, and head for their private chambers. 

When they stop outside Mimi’s bedroom door, Hana gives them a once over and asks if they’re going to be alright. He offers to stay with them to talk or just hangout, but Mimi waves him off, claiming to need some time to themself. 

Once alone, Mimi’s rage bubbles to the surface again. A fresh set of tears stings their eyes, and they slam their fists onto their bed, over and over and over. When will it fucking end.

The thought of sneaking out crosses their mind. It would be a little harder than usual, with so many people in the main hall, but there are dozens of other passageways they could take. This is not their first rodeo after all. 

In fact, Mimi’s made a routine out of sneaking down to the local village almost every night for the past three years now. On Monday through Friday they head to their nightly combat and sword training with the kingdom’s best combat master, Radu Basanko, and his equally trained swordsman partner and boyfriend, Emile Fia. The two also happen to be Mimi’s best friends. 

On weekends, Mimi usually has the nights off from training. They often find their way to underground pubs and dance halls with Radu and Emile, and spend the nights flirting away with anyone that catches their eye. 

As far as “scandalous acts of public indecency” go, Mimi’s father likes to say, there’s been lots of heavy petting and making out, but they’ve never gone home with anyone, and they’ve certainly never brought anyone home to their place. If they did, they would have a lot of explaining to do. 

So they’ve never gone all the way with someone, despite the many times they’ve jokingly tried to seduce Radu and Emile to partake in a post-training threesome. They don’t let the pressure of finding someone get to them though. Having just turned twenty-one, they have their whole life ahead of them to get it figured out. 

While Mimi’s mulling over their options for the night, their maid knocks on the door with their nightly pastry and tea. Mimi quickly wipes their snot and tears on their sleeve, and grants her permission to enter.

The maid expresses her concern when she sees Mimi’s distraught appearance, insisting to know what’s got them “all out of sorts,” but Mimi dismisses her fussing and permits her to take her leave without helping Mimi undress or revealing a thing to her about the night’s events.

When she’s gone, Mimi sheds their clothes and curls into a ball on their bed. The night is too spoiled to salvage, Mimi concludes, and the silver glow of the moon strokes their cheek as they drift off to sleep. It’ll all be better by morning. 

//

The next morning, Mimi is woken up by a knock at the door. It must be early because the sun is barely peeking its head over the horizon. Granting their maid permission to enter, Mimi sits up groggily in bed, the events of last night slowly coming back to them in waves. 

When the maid comes in, she’s not alone. One of the king’s royal messengers accompanies her, and looks on at Mimi with an unreadable expression. 

“Princess Mimi,” the messenger begins, “the king demands your present in the royal meeting hall. Promptly get dressed and I shall escort you there.”

“Uhhh, okay?” Mimi replies, confused “what am I being summoned for?”

“I cannot share the details at this time, miss. Now please, make haste.”

With the help of the maid, Mimi dresses quickly in their casual wear, and follows the messenger out into the grand foyer, through the castle, to the royal meeting hall. 

The royal meeting hall is no less grand than the main ballroom, but the room is narrower and the marbled floor is adorned by a large red carpet with golden accents leading to the end of the hall. Sconces and other accent pieces line the high walls and a large mosaic covers the expansive ceiling. At the far end of the hall sit four thrones, each one a different size. The king’s, of course, is the largest and placed center. 

As they approach the thrones, Mimi realizes that Hana was summoned as well. He’s sitting in his throne, looking downturned, unwilling to meet Mimi’s gaze. The solemn look on his face makes Mimi’s stomach turn with anxiety. Why had their father called them down at such a time? Why is Hana here? Why does he look so upset? 

Mimi’s father sits tall, in the center, next to his wife, face stern as he finally addresses Mimi. 

“Princess Mimi,” he starts, “in light of you recently turning twenty-one, your mother and I have decided that it is time to find you a husband.”

Mimi's stomach drops to the floor.

“What?!” they sputter.

Their father raises a hand to silence them, and continues.

“It is time for you to prove your value to your family and your kingdom by securing a husband with ties to noble birth. Seeing as you have not made any advances on your own by way of allowing another to court you, I have selected a suitor worthy of courting you myself.”

Mimi feels the earth swallow them whole. The sting of tears welling up in their eyes, the hot-blooded fury rising like bile in the pit of their stomach a result of the whiplash of the events of the past day. Before Mimi can even speak, their father’s hardened tone persists.

“Princess Mimi, you are to be courted and wed by the end of the coming Sunday.” Sunday?! That’s in 5 days?! 

“The prince we have selected has received many accolades and his family has so graciously joined us in our military and trading alliances as of late. We are pleased to announce that your new husband will be prince Wesley Cunningham of Valerian.”

As soon as their father finishes, the large doors behind Mimi swing open.

Oh my god. Oh god. No. No no no no no no. 

There's NO WAY this is happening.

A familiar face strides up to join Mimi, his smug gaze and self-satisfied smirk boring holes into them as he approaches. It’s the jerk from the night before. Mimi suddenly feels like throwing up.

“Prince Wesley is to court you this week leading up to the wedding ceremony, and you, Mimi, are to behave suitably. This is a very important union for our kingdom, and I expect you to exemplify a feminine deportment befitting of your training. That is all. Dismissed.”

Mimi bolts for the door. They need to be anywhere but here. 

Their whole body trembles as they take off running through the castle. Their feet move on their own and their cheeks burn with fury as they run, tears streaking down their face. 

They hole themself up in their room all day, and several servants come by to check on them, but Mimi sends them away, wanting to be left alone. Hana comes by later too, to offer support and comfort, and Mimi is grateful for his presence. He tries to console them, to offer words of support, and Mimi almost tells him about their plan to escape, but in the end they decide not to. He’ll find out anyway, and it's not like he could really do anything to help them. He has his own problems to worry about after all, and he’s already on thin ice with their parents for getting caught in the garden last Friday making out with his royal advisor and closest friend, Sal. 

When the sun starts to set, it’s time for Hana to go. At the door, Mimi hugs him for what feels like the last time, lingering a little longer than usual. When they pull back, Hana’s gaze is knowing. Of course he would figure it out , a small smile spreads on Mimi’s face, but it doesn’t reach their eyes. 

“Be safe.” Hana whispers, touching Mimi’s forehead to his own.

“I will. Promise.” 

Giving Mimi one last fist bump, Hana makes his exit. 

By nightfall, Mimi has put together a bag with several disguises and enough money to get them to the next town at the very least. It’s not much considering the only resources they had in their quarters were their secret box of men’s casual wear and the ten shillings they won from Hana in a bet, but it’ll have to do. After tonight, princess Mimi will cease to exist. 

//

The moon is high in the sky by the time Mimi escapes. They take the usual route, winding through the smaller corridors of the castle before eventually popping out a back entrance that leads to the shrub garden. 

Inside the garden, Mimi takes the carefully coordinated combination of rights and lefts to find the exact spot in the fencing where they’ve buried a ladder. Poking around the dirt with their foot, Mimi searches for it. At the thud of their boot hitting solid wood, Mimi grins. Trusty ol’ gal .

Once they’ve successfully hopped the fence, they’re faced with a familiar path through the woods. They make their way through the clearing and try not to think about all that’s happened in the past twenty-four hours. 

When the forest finally clears, they pop out near the backside of a rusty tavern called ‘The Iron Bucket,’ and a mom-and-pop shop run by a lovely elderly couple. Unfortunately the shop isn’t open, but ‘The Iron Bucket’ is certainly hopping. Many folks on this side of town like to get their fix here, even on Tuesday nights. 

Honestly, Mimi can’t blame them. After the day they’ve had they could very much use a drink… or seven. ‘The Iron Bucket,’ however, is not going to cut it. Mimi needs to find somewhere more secluded. Somewhere with quiet music and low chatter. Somewhere they can drown their sorrows, and maybe find someone willing to help them do just that. 

As they head into town, cloak up and eyes scanning, Mimi hears soft music playing from a building just up the path a ways and to the right. When they catch up to the music, they snicker.

The wooden sign hanging above the door reads “The Naughty Grotto” in rustic carved letters. Mimi chuckles again at the cheesy name and decides to head in. 

The inside of the pub is anything but cheesy though, and like the name suggests, it’s as dark as a cave. 

It takes a second for Mimi’s eyes to adjust, but once they do, Mimi can make out what appears to be a large wooden bar on the right side of the establishment, chairs and tables strewn about the rest of the space, and a dusty piano in the far back corner. The joint is fairly empty as far as Mimi can tell but, to be fair, the lighting is shot to hell. The only light in the place is coming from the sconces placed sparingly along the walls and a couple measly candles placed on wooden tables. One of the only people in the pub is an older scruffy terrier with a hook for a hand playing a sweetly melancholic tune on the piano, and Mimi is grateful for the mood it sets. Just what they needed tonight. 

Mimi heads for the bar, not bothering to waste another second sober. They order something sweet and strong and the bartender gets to work on their order. 

Once they’re sitting at the bar, the weight that they’d been carrying comes crashing down on them. 

Leaving a life behind is not easy, and Mimi never thought they’d actually have to go through with it. Of course they’d run away before, over stupid things like being grounded for sword training in secret, or for being sent to etiquette bootcamp, but this? Being forced to marry some jerk with no say in the matter? No thanks, mom and dad, that’s where I draw the line.

Mimi is faintly aware of a rowdy group of men and women who enter the bar about 15 minutes into their drink. 

They look rugged, and most of them are very large. Their completion is indicative of days spent in the sun, and they’re all very muscled, so definitely workers then. Amidst the sea of bandanas and ruffled blouses, Mimi can make out two alligators, several badgers, a couple of jungle cats, likely something less regal than lions (God forbid), and a couple others but it's just too dark to see clearly. Several of the more feminine looking people are in tight black corsets that accentuate their small waists, and is that… an eyepatch? 

Oh my god. 

They’re pirates, Mimi gasps.

The group would be intimidating, if it weren’t for their raucous laughter and a couple of them already acting very drunk. This must be another stop on their tour of the town’s best bars. Mimi wonders how long they’ve been docked here. 

Pirates are shunned in most towns, hence why they usually don’t go out bar hopping until nightfall, and here it’s no different. Mimi can relate to the secrecy. 

Wait a second , Mimi realizes, this could be the perfect opportunity to escape. If I can convince them to let me join them, I’m home free. 

Suddenly, the group raids the bar, breaking them out of their thoughts. Hopefully they won’t give Mimi too much trouble or recognize them. 

When one of them comes up to sit on the barstool next to them, dropping his heavy arm on the bar, sloshing their drink from the sheer weight, Mimi shudders. 

At first they don't look over at him, too focused on coming up with a plan to introduce themself to the crew. But when said large man speaks, Mimi has no choice but to look over at him. 

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?” 

Normally a cheesy pickup line like that in a dingy bar like this would make Mimi cringe. But not tonight. Tonight it came out low and husky, from a dark stranger with sharp red eyes, thick eyebrows, the left adorned with a scar, and a jawline so handsome Mimi would pay good money to sit on it. A bat. And he’s massive . God, I’m fucked , Mimi laments. 

Pulling themself together enough to respond, Mimi smiles back.

“What’s it to you?”

The stranger shrugs and tips his head back to down his shot of whiskey in one go. His Adam’s apples bobs as he swallows, and a drop of liquid escapes past his lips and slides down his throat into his poor excuse for a shirt. 

What is essentially just a piece of loose white fabric featuring a deep v-neck with strings connecting both sides exposes the man’s hard chest. The whole thing clings to his torso like a second skin which, of course, does nothing to hide his defined abs and the cut of his v-line. The stranger’s reply breaks Mimi out of their trance. 

“Just curious. It gets a little hairy around here this time of night. Folks of your stature ought to be extra careful.” 

Mimi’s gapes at the stranger’s mouth drawing up in a smirk. 

“Did you just call me short?!”

“Maybe,” he muses, leaning in, “but I also called you pretty, didn’t I?” 

A fierce blush erupts on Mimi’s face and they whip their head forward and jut their chin up, feigning ignorance. 

“Well I guess I didn’t hear you. It must be hard having to shout from all the way up there.” 

“You little-” he starts, but Mimi cuts him off. 

“And for the record, I wouldn’t go around calling random strangers pretty.” 

“And why’s that?” the guy’s smile grows.

“Because complimenting someone like that,” Mimi’s tone getting low and hushed, turning to face the stranger head on, “without the intention of getting into their pants, is very unbecoming for a man like you.” 

“Oh?” Vlad muses, “and what kind of man is that?” 

Before Mimi can answer, the man continues. 

“And who says I don’t have every intention of getting into your pants?” 

Mimi’s blush spreads down their neck and chest at the crass comment. This stranger is easily the hottest person Mimi has ever seen in their life, and if things go according to plan, Mimi will have more than a little fun. They might even have a new place to call home… This is it. This is my way in.

Before Mimi can get too excited, they swallow hard, down the rest of their drink, and slide off the barstool to stand in between the stranger’s open legs. They reach out to squeeze one of the man’s biceps before responding, voice melting like butter on their tongue.

“Well, why don’t you then?” 

Mimi watches the heat pool in the stranger’s stoic eyes and a light flush creep onto his pronounced cheek bones. Mimi follows his gaze as it drops to their lips, and they stick out their tongue to wet them, watching as the man’s eyes darken further. 

When the stranger places a large hand on Mimi’s waist they lean into the touch, taking the opportunity to press themself against the man’s chest, bringing their arms up to circle his neck. 

“Why don’t you tell me your name first, sweetheart,” the guy murmurs into the quickly closing space between their mouths. 

“It’s Mimi,” they shiver.

“Mimi,” he tries, before giving them a teasing look and pressing a soft kiss to the tip of their nose, “cute.”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up,” Mimi laughs, pushing at the man's chest, before submitting to his embrace as he pulls them back in to close the distance between their mouths.

His lips taste like smoke and liquor, and his tongue is rough and thick, something Mimi could quickly get addicted to if they’re not careful. Mimi parts their lips to let him explore their mouth, and lets him swallow the groan that passes through their lips. 

When Mimi pulls back, it takes them a second to remember where they are and what’s still at stake. This isn’t just some hot guy Mimi is ready to go home with - although that may be entirely true - this is someone capable of changing Mimi’s life. Despite the temptation that is the hunk of muscles spread out in front of them, the plan must come first. It’s go time .

“You still haven't told me your name yet, handsome” Mimi flirts, batting their eyes. 

The man chuckles and leans in to place soft kisses against Mimi’s throat, making them suck in a breath, before whispering in their ear.

“Vlad.”

Mimi shivers. The feeling of Vlad’s warm breath on their skin, and his kind lips pressing kisses into neck is quickly becoming intoxicating, and Mimi’s head starts to spin. 

Of course he’d have a sexy ass name like ‘Vlad,’ Mimi groans.

“I’m glad you think so,” Vlad chuckles, and Mimi realizes that they said that out loud. 

Holy shit , Mimi thinks, am I really that drunk? 

Looking around the pub, Mimi realizes that they are, indeed, that drunk. The sconces have multiplied and the tables and chairs are moving by themselves. Every noise is loud and soft all at once, and Mimi tries hard to focus, but it just makes their head hurt. Getting too dizzy all of a sudden, they lean into the big warm body in front of them to rest their head for a bit.

“Hey, you alright there, kit?”

Mimi is vaguely aware of two strong arms nudging at their shoulders to no avail, and eventually wrapping lightly around their torso. 

“Mmm,” Mimi sighs, getting way too comfy on Vlad’s strong chest, “five more minutes.”

Vlad chuckles and sighs, bringing one hand up to card through the fur on the back of their neck, before murmuring softly.

“What am I gonna do with you?”  

//

Mimi wakes up groggily with a splitting headache. Sitting up in the plush bed, it takes them longer than usual to blink the sleep from their eyes. When their vision finally adjusts to the room, Mimi’s eyes widen. This isn’t my room .

They’re still in their clothes from the night before, and appear to be alone in what looks like a log cabin. Everything from the study, piled highly with scrolls, ink, and well-worn maps, to the large chest in the far corner of the room, to the chairs, walls, banister, and ceiling are made of a dark reddish brown wood. A red carpet and drapes bring warmth to what is otherwise a very dark room, with the various oil lamps and candles unlit. Mimi would be unable to see anything, if it weren't for the large bay windows directly to Mimi’s Ieft, that overlook the harbor.

Wait. 

The harbor?!

Mimi bolts out of bed, their breathing speeding up. They can’t seem to recall how they got here. It’s only when they’re standing, that they feel the slight rocking of the floor beneath their feet. 

Am I… on a boat?

Before Mimi has time to spiral further, a sharp knock comes from the cabin door. 

“Are you decent?” a brash feminine voice calls out from behind the door.

“Uhh, yeah?” Mimi answers.

The door opens and an aye-aye enters, flashing Mimi a huge smile.

“Rise n’ shine, foxy, the name’s Elena!” 

She offers out her hand to shake, and Mimi takes it, still pretty dazed.

“I’ve been ordered to come wake you up and give you a rundown of what’s goin’ on around here! And maybe a tour if you’re interested, but Vlad kinda thought it would be best if we getcha back on land before we set sail again.”

Oh my god. Vlad . 

Suddenly a montage of the night’s events plays in Mimi’s head. They remember the pub, and the pirates, and kissing Vlad, and Vlad kissing them.

“Okay okay okay hold up. So I’m on a pirate ship right now?”

“Abso-fruit-ely!”

“Okay,” Mimi reasons, “cool, got it. Just waking up on a pirate ship. Totally very normal and I’m not going completely insane.”

“C’mon pal! It’s alright, we’ll get you all sorted out! You’ve just got a bad case of the morning topsy turvies!”

… 

“The what?”

“Y’know, the grumpy grouchies, the sailor’s morning sickness! But don't you worry, we’ll fix you right up with a big ol’ plate of Sam’s beans n’ biscuits.”

Before Mimi can get another word in or even attempt to ask for clarification, Elena is shoving them out the door and leading them down to a mess hall erupting with noise and chatter.

Inside the hall Mimi makes out several groups of pirates eating together in groups. They recognize many of them from the pub last night. Elena shoves them into a seat at one of the empty tables and skips off to get them one of whatever they mentioned earlier. 

Suddenly a strong, low voice belows over the noise to reprimand the aye-aye.

“Elena! What did I tell you about running?”

“But I wasn’t captain, I was just getting Mimi some breakfast?”

“And I’m telling you to walk while you do.”

“Aye-aye, sir!” She salutes and bounds off again before realizing, and slowing to a walk.

Hold up. 

Captain?! 

Holy shit, it all makes sense now…

Suddenly Mimi is whipping their head around to look at Vlad, watching him return morning greetings to several crew mates before making his way over to Mimi’s table. When he’s within hearing distance, Mimi erupts.

“You didn't tell me you were a captain!”

Vlad smirks and gives them an appraising look.

“Was I supposed to?”

“Well, it would've been nice to know, considering I woke up in your bed and all,” they pout.

Vlad’s eyes soften before he speaks again.

“I’m sorry for the confusion. You fell asleep in my arms at the bar and I couldn’t wake you. I decided that bringing you back to the ship and letting you rest was the best course of action. I apologize if that was the wrong decision.”

“No, no it’s okay!” Mimi starts, then shifts their gaze into something predatory, “sleeping in your bed is kinda where I thought the night was headed anyway…”

Heat flashes in Vlad’s eyes at their insinuation, and Mimi’s gut tightens. But before it can go any further, Vlad gives them one last look, his eyes flashing something akin to sadness, before hardening his expression again to one of professional stoicism.

“Regardless, we set sail in an hour. So once you get some food in your system, Elena will show you the way back to the mainland.”

Mimi’s stomach drops. 

“Wait, what?! Why-” they sputter, trying to collect themself, “I mean, why can’t I stay here?”

“Stay?” Vlad’s gaze widens, “why would you want to stay?”

Not wanting to reveal the full truth about their situation, Mimi makes up an excuse on the spot.

“Because I… my situation at home wasn’t the best. So I ran away. ” 

At least it wasn’t completely a lie. 

Mimi just hopes it’ll be enough for Vlad to give in. They do their best to look like a helpless puppy left out cold in the rain, begging the man with their whole body. 

But it’s not enough. When Vlad replies, his eyes are sharp and his tone is firm. 

“I’m sorry, but no. I cannot let you stay aboard.”

“Why not?” Mimi pleads.

“Because I said so.”

“Oh, c’mon. Please, Vlad. I can’t go home, I just can’t. I’ll work for free! I’ll do anything. I’ll-”

“I’m sorry Mimi, but the captain's word is final.”

Mimi feels their temper flare, panic rising in their chest at the idea of having to leave. Having to go back home…

“Are you kidding me?! That’s such bull! What’s the real reason you won’t let me stay?” 

“Because we’re pirates!” Vlad bursts, raising his voice for the first time since Mimi met him, “This isn’t some trading goods voyage or cruise liner, and we’re not some merry band of friends talking a year away from home to travel abroad and ‘find ourselves.’ If we get sick of running, we don’t get to just ‘go home’ because we don’t have a home to go to. This is it for us. The seas are our end game. So unless you’ve been misunderstood your entire life for things that are completely out of your control, then I suggest you get moving, because you’re better off on land!”

When Vlad finishes, his breathing is labored and his cheeks are flushed. The whole hall has gone silent by now, the only sounds sizzling from the kitchen. 

Mimi should be mad or offended. Normally, they would be and they would lash out without thinking first. But Mimi’s shock had faded about halfway through the speech, and shifted into something wounded and vulnerable. They know exactly how Vlad feels. They know because they feel it too, every single day living in the castle. 

Mimi isn’t mad or offended. Their resolve has fully hardened. 

Standing up on the bench to be eye level with Vlad, Mimi’s reply comes out barely louder than a whisper.

“Well maybe if you had taken more than ten seconds to get to know me, you would have a better idea of who misunderstood who around here.” 

The hall bursts into hushed whispers from the crew mates, and Vlad’s frantic gaze softens to something Mimi is more familiar with, like he’s surprised at their response. But Mimi’s not done. 

“I do know what it's like to be misunderstood for things that are completely out of your control, because people have misgendered me my entire life, and that’s not even the half of it! Do you think I wanted the life I was given? Do you think I asked to be treated like some fragile little flower my entire life?! Because I didn’t.”

Before Mimi can get too heated, they remember Vlad’s pain and soften the blow of their next response by reaching a hand up to gently cup Vlad’s cheek. 

“Look, all I’m saying is, I do know what it feels like to be on the run, to be scared shitless, to go numb from abandonment. But when I’m here with you,” Mimi blushes and corrects themself, “I mean, with all the crew, I don’t feel the pain so much. I left home to find a new one, and I think this could be my chance to do that.” 

They stroke Vlad’s cheek once more with their thumb, before lowering their hand and straightening their posture. 

“So please, Vlad, let me stay.”

Mimi knows that Vlad was probably expecting them to get all pouty and yell again. For them to break down crying or begging. And maybe that’s what Mimi would’ve done, if Vlad’s words hadn’t cut so deep. In that moment, all Mimi felt was Vlad’s pain molding together with theirs, and they knew that if they kept the wound covered any longer that they would have to watch that pain sink like a rock to the bottom of the ocean, never to be found again. 

They knew then what they had to do. Mimi just hopes it was enough to get through to him. 

It feels like a lifetime passes before Vlad snaps out of his awe, but when he does, his gaze hardens once more, this time without the fire behind it, and he finally responds. 

“Fine. You can stay.”

Mimi’s heart clenches, and a hopeful smile starts to spread on their face before Vlad speaks again. 

“But,” Vlad caveats, “I won't hesitate to put you to work.” He gives Mimi the tiniest smirk then, “And not some easy shit like sorting the pantry. Though at your height I bet that would be considered work.”

Mimi’s face breaks into a full blown grin at the jest and they flip Vlad two birds before responding seriously.

“I won't let you down, captain.”

//

Mimi spends the rest of the day following Elena around, learning how to do various pirate tasks. Some they take to quicker than others, and some are just plain awful, like swabbing the deck. Mimi had assumed that given their extensive combat and sword training, that they would be physically equipped to handle whatever physical labor Vlad threw at them. But boy, were they wrong. Mimi was sure they would have to call the ship’s carpenter to amputate both their arms and legs. 

All being said and done though, Elena was a great teacher. She was super supportive of Mimi when they felt like they were going to pass out from heat exhaustion, and she told them stories about all the pirate adventures they’d been on since joining the crew two years ago, while Mimi hydrated.

One of the highlights of the day was when they crashed the sword training class and Mimi challenged every sword fighter onboard to a duel. They obviously kicked ass, and it was just the kind of ego boost Mimi needed to get them through the rest of the day. 

When the sun started to set, the day of work was finally over. After wrapping up their tasks, Elena took Mimi down to the sleeping barracks and got them all set up in an unused hammock. 

When it was time for lights out, the crew got settled in for the night, and Mimi finally had a moment alone to process everything that had happened that day. 

Despite all the ups and downs, and the fact that they hadn’t had another chance to see Vlad after breakfast, Mimi was starting to get a really good feeling about this decision.

At least they would be, if it weren't for the cabin filling with the incredibly loud snoring of the entire crew. 

Forty-five minutes in and Mimi had tried everything. Putting a pillow over their head, counting sheep, ignoring it, going for a walk or to the bathroom to see if they would stop while Mimi was out, but nothing worked. At this point they would rather sleep in the ocean than listen to another minute of the incessant snoring. 

When the skunk in the hammock next to them lets out what is quite possibly the worst smelling fart Mimi has ever smelled in their life, it’s the final straw. 

Mimi gets out of bed and puts on their boots while holding their breath, and makes their way outside the cabin quietly, letting out the breath and gasping for air. Once they can breathe again, Mimi wastes no time stomping up to the captain’s quarters to give that damned bat a piece of their mind.

//

Vlad rouses out of bed at the incessant pounding on the door, grumbling as he opens it. 

The little fox is standing there, looking flushed and pouty and what Vlad assumes is supposed to be intimidating. 

“Look, I don’t know who you are, but your crewmate sleeping accommodations suck! How dare you make me sleep down there?” Mimi storms past Vlad into his captain’s quarters. 

“How come you get a room all to yourself but I have to sleep in a stinky old hammock with a bunch of sweaty dudes? Not that I mind the idea of sleeping with a bunch of sweaty dudes, but this is not what I had in mind.”

“Mimi-” Vlad tries, but Mimi cuts him off. 

“No, you listen to me! I’ve been thrown around by your crew mates all day! I’ve learned to swab the deck, raise the flags, and cook the meals for the entire fucking ship. I even beat your best guy in sword fighting! And now you force me to put up with the incessant snoring of 40 fucking people?!”

“Mimi, just calm dow-”

“Don't you dare tell me to calm down! I thought if I followed all your hardass rules, maybe you’d cut me some slack but nooo. You find every single reason under the sun to make my life a living hell.” Mimi turns away from Vlad to face his bed, still fuming.

“Meanwhile you’re up here living the life of luxury, sitting on your ass doing fuck all! Like literally where were you all day?! Oh I know, you were probably up here jerking off, weren’t yo- mHmm!” 

Mimi is suddenly cut off when a big warm hand is placed over their mouth. They make to move away but the other hand comes up to grab their hip firmly, and a large body presses into Mimi’s back. 

“Do you usually whine and bitch this much when people hire you, or do you just have a thing for being punished?”

“Mmhm-“ Mimi starts, but it comes out muffled under Vlad’s hand. 

“You seem to have forgotten whose ship you’re on, so let me remind you.” Vlad snarls, low. 

“When you came running to me for help, begging me to put you to work, insisting that I let you stay, I had every intention of turning you away.” 

Mimi’s can feel their breath becoming labored underneath Vlad’s large palm.

“But I seem to recall you not taking no for an answer.” Vlad continues.

Mimi’s lips part to take in more air, the condensation of their breath making their face wet, and another wetness starts pooling between their legs.

“You’re a stubborn little thing, I’ll give you that.” Vlad smirks, “But it looks like your daddy forgot to teach you some manners when he raised you up in that castle on the hill.” 

Mimi’s eyes go wide. 

Oh god, he knows . 

He knows .

“Don’t worry princess, your secret’s safe with me,” Vlad smirks darkly, “Or would you prefer I call you your highness.”

Mimi moans into Vlad’s hand, another gush of slick pushing out of their hole at the title turned pet name. Who knew a gender affirming pet name from a 7” tall pirate whose massive dick is currently burning a hole through the back of Mimi’s sleep pants would be such a turn on.

“Oh? You like that, hmm?” Vlad chuckles into the pale skin of Mimi’s neck.

Mimi squirms in Vlad’s hold, trying to fight the blush that’s spreading across their face from his low gravely voice. 

“I bet you always got what you wanted when you played along, huh? Wore the frilly dresses your mom wanted you to, didn’t talk back to daddy when he told you to behave at fancy dinner parties.” 

Mimi’s breathing becomes more and more frantic the deeper Vlad’s words cut. They’re scared of how true it all is, scared that he might see everything they try so desperately to keep locked away inside. The way Vlad’s hand squeezes their hip, bringing their bodies flushed together from shoulder to thigh is definitely not helping either.

When Vlad speaks again, his tone is different somehow. More gentle? 

“But nobody ever knew, did they? They couldn’t see how much you hated being treated like a princess. Or if they did, they ignored it, just like you tried to do.”

A gasp escapes out of Mimi’s lungs. Before they can respond, Vlad removes his hand from their mouth, and lowers it to join the other, wrapping both hands around Mimi’s small waist.

Vlad spins them around, looking down at them with a hardened gaze and darkened pupils. He takes in a slow, deep breath when Mimi meets his gaze, eyes wide and wild and so readily at his mercy. 

At the realization, Vlad’s gaze shifts into something sinful. It’s almost too easy he thinks, before leaning down to plant a soft kiss to Mimi’s neck. And another. And another. 

“Bet you had a hard time touching yourself too,” Vlad whispers darkly. 

Mimi’s breath hitches and a flush bursts onto their cheeks. 

“I-“ Mimi starts to protest but suddenly stops themself when they feel Vlad’s hands melt around to their lower back, slipping down to their ass, and squeezing . 

Mimi feels a mewl clawing at the base of their throat, but they fight it and opt for gripping the front of Vlad’s sleep shirt to regain their bearings. 

“Vlad, I-” Mimi stumbles on their words. 

What the hell is happening to me? Mimi thinks, I’m not some blushing virgin trembling in the arms of a God ready to make me his sacrifice. Although that thought is not exactly a turn off, per say… NO! FOCUS!

“Yes, your majesty?” Vlad muses, still caressing and squeezing at Mimi’s hips and ass. 

Mimi can feel his dick pressing into their stomach. It’s gotta be massive , they reason. 

Mimi feels their resolve dissipate. They’ve wanted this since the moment they saw Vlad in the pub, and it's about damn time they got their way around here.

Looking up at Vlad’s smirking face through thick lashes, a small pout making their lips pretty and pink, Mimi goes in for the kill.

“Kiss me?”

Vlad’s smirk fades and his pupils blow out wide like saucers. In lieu of a reply, Vlad’s hands go to the backs of Mimi’s thighs, and he scoops them up, their body straddling his torso in the air. Leaning in, Vlad hums out his reply into the space between their mouths.

“Anything for you, kitten.”

Surging forward, Vlad’s lips crash into Mimi’s. Vlad’s tongue prods at the seam of Mimi’s mouth and they part their lips to grant him entrance. Their tongues mold together and come apart, exploring each other's mouths and growing infatuated with the feeling of rubbing against one another. 

When Mimi sucks on Vlad’s tongue like an animal in heat, Vlad groans and nips at Mimi’s bottom lip. He moves away from their mouth then, trailing kisses down their jaw and throat. Vlad returns the favor and sucks at a particular spot under Mimi’s jaw, making their hips buck.

“Vlad,” Mimi pants into Vlad’s ear, “take me to bed.”

This little minx . Their soft tone and sweet little finger tips pressing into Vlad’s shoulders and biceps are driving him crazy. 

“So bossy,” Vlad chastises, “what did I tell you about using your manners, baby?”

“That I should,” Mimi replies matter-of-factly.

Before Vlad can affirm their answer, Mimi cuts him off, tone sweet and sticky.

“But I have a feeling you’re gonna give me whatever I want, daddy.”

Vlad’s senses sharpen and his fangs throb. If he doesn’t taste Mimi in the next five seconds he might go feral.

In a flurry, Vlad tosses Mimi on the bed and drapes himself on top of them. 

With a purr, Mimi wraps their arms around Vlad’s neck and whispers into his mouth.

“That’s more like it,” before kissing him again. 

Vlad’s hands find their way underneath Mimi’s sleep shirt, lifting it up and off their body, then doing the same to their sleep pants and undergarments.

When Mimi is fully bare underneath him, they speak up again with a satisfied smile.

“Finally. Now you” they insist, moving to lift up Vlad's shirt, but he stops them.

“Not so fast, kitten. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your little temper tantrum earlier. And with how bratty you’ve been acting, I’d say you’re due for a punishment.”

“Wha-!”

Before Mimi can finish, Vlad flips them over onto their stomach. He kneads his fingers into Mimi’s plush ass, pulling their cheeks apart to admire the slick that has dribbled all the way down to their asshole. Vlad leans down to press himself along Mimi’s back and whisper in their ear.

“Bet you thought that by waving this sweet little cunt in my face, I’d give you anything you ask for.”

Mimi squirms and persists, trying to get Vlad to touch them where they really need it. 

“But that’s just too bad, sweetheart. I think you’ll find that I can be a very patient man.” 

Vlad lifts up one hand and smacks Mimi’s ass. The sound maddening and the sting giving way to a deeply satisfying warmth. 

“Ah!” Mimi cries when another blow lands on the same spot. 

Against their better judgment, Mimi keens and pushes their ass into Vlad’s hands, begging for more. Vlad chuckles and sighs.

“Had I known you would love this so much, I would've picked a different punishment. Guess we’ll just have to see how long you can last,” he says, before telling them to count.

Spanking after spanking gets delivered to Mimi’s backside. Both sets of cheeks become red under Vlad’s relentless punishment. Their whines grow tighter and higher the more Vlad massages them after each blow. The pain and the pleasure start to meld together and Mimi’s not sure how much longer they can go on when Vlad stops altogether. 

Suddenly, big fingers scratch through their hair and Mimi is being lifted and cradled into a warm body.

“You still with me, sweetheart?” Mimi hears through the fog.

“Mmm,” they reply, slowly regaining awareness of their surroundings. 

When they fully return to their body, they look up at Vlad. Something soft and delicate has overtaken his expression and Mimi’s heart flutters at the sight. Does he actually… care for me?

“You okay, Mimi? I lost you there for a sec.” Vlad asks again, and Mimi nods.

“Yeah, I- that was amazing.”

Vlad smiles at their reassurance.

“I’m glad.”

When Mimi fully recovers, the heat returns to their cheeks.

“Sooo are we gonna…” Mimi hesitates, not wanting to break the moment they’re having.

“Gonna what?” Vlad teases.

“Gonna… you know…”

Silence accompanies Vlad’s shit eating grin and Mimi can’t take it.

“C’mon you asshole, don't make me say it!”

Vlad continues to tease them, laying them on their back and discreetly propping a pillow under their back.

“Fine,” Vlad says through another fit of laughter at Mimi’s stubbornness, “I’ll give you what you need,” and suddenly serious, “as long as you ask nicely.”

“Oh shut up, are you really gonna make me-?!”

Mimi is about to go off again when Vlad swiftly spreads their legs apart and nestles down on his stomach, nosing at Mimi’s groin. Their reply catches in their throat at the sight before them. 

Vlad’s strong, sexy body and stupidly smug face are squished between Mimi’s thighs. On all accounts they must’ve died and gone to heaven. 

“This is what you want, isn’t it, baby?”

Vlad takes a deep breath in and places a feather light kiss to Mimi’s clit, making them quiver.

“Ugh, fine! Please, Vlad…”

“Please what?” he smirks.

“PLEASE SUCK ME OFF ALREA- AHHN!”

Vlad takes Mimi’s clit into his mouth and sucks hard. Their legs twitch and start to flail but Vlad wraps his arms around both of their thighs and holds them down against his face. 

Vlad trails down their pussy with sucking kisses, licks, and nips, and moans when he gets to their sopping hole. He dips the tip of his tongue inside to sample the slick that pushes out against Mimi’s will, moaning at the taste. Vlad’s mouth waters at the implication, and he drags his big strong tongue across their hole, gathering all the slick that just gushed out into his mouth and swallowing thickly.

Mimi’s back arches and they let out a keening cry.

Vlad dives in head first at the sight, shoving his face into their pussy and eating them out in earnest. His tongue carves out a hot path inside their body, caressing the plush pink folds and tight pussy walls. The sounds of him slurping and sucking them off fill the room and a wave of sobs racks Mimi’s body when Vlad growls into their cunt.

“God, you taste so good, ‘m gonna go insane.” 

Vlad rises suddenly, surging up to kiss Mimi on the mouth. They reciprocate his hunger, and whine when Vlad pushes the taste of their pussy onto their tongue. 

“Vlad, please. Fuck me.”

“Anything for you baby.” 

Without wasting another second, Vlad reaches into the bedside table drawer while Mimi works on lifting his shirt up and off his body. It takes a bit of complicated maneuvering, but before long Mimi is on their back again with three of Vlad’s fingers stretching their hole. 

Vlad makes a meal out of their neck as he works them open with his large fingers, leaving soft kisses over top of fierce bruises. He pauses when he hears Mimi’s soft voice next to his ear.

“I’ve never uhm.. I’ve never done this before, so I don't really know which one I prefer but, maybe we could try the front this time and…”

It sounds more like a question than a statement and Vlad is quick to reassure them.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with, sweetheart. You let me know if it’s too much and we stop, okay?”

Mimi nods, a happy sigh of relief washing over them.

“Okay.”

“Good kit.”

Mimi shivers at the pet name and watches Vlad remove his pants and underwear in one swift motion. 

Mimi’s jaw nearly hits the floor. They knew he was going to be big, but THIS?! 

God is good .

Vlad chuckles at Mimi’s expression of pure excitement, reaching up to tickle their sides.

“What’re you smiling about?”

“I’m smiling about you fucking me into this mattress in about two seconds,” Mimi laughs, ripping the condom packet open and sliding it on Vlad’s cock, making sure to tease him with a few good strokes. 

“Goddd” Vlad moans, shifting to get in between Mimi’s spread legs, before continuing. 

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”

“I know,” Mimi smiles, taking Vlad’s cock in hand and lining it up with their pussy.

Vlad teases Mimi’s hole by dipping the tip of his dick in and just leaving it there, letting it soak in the tight, needy opening of Mimi’s pussy, while watching Mimi squirm in anticipation. 

Their eyes meet and Vlad pulls out and smacks their pussy with his cock, scooping up slick and messily spreading it all over, before repeating the process. Each time he pushes in, Mimi is sure that the big push will follow, but it never comes. Mimi starts to buck their hips, confused why Vlad isn't pushing in the rest, like they so clearly deserve. 

“C’mon, stop teasing!” Mimi complains, flushed and embarrassed at Vlad’s teasing.

Vlad just chuckles and carries on. 

Time to pull out the big guns, Mimi thinks. Looking up at the captain with bedroom eyes and a pout.

“Vlaaaad, I promise I’ll be good, I’ll take everything you give me.”

“I know you will, baby, and that’s why I need you to be patient and let me enjoy myself. Can you do that for me?”

Mimi huffs in indignation. They’ve had enough of this. They deserve to be fucked into next week.

“It’s SO not fair. I’ve been good all night! I deserve to be treated right. If you wont fuck me I’m sure any one of your crew members would be more than happy to- aHN!”

Vlad cuts off Mimi’s ranting by thrusting all the way inside them, knocking the words right out of their mouth. 

“Was that what you wanted, sweetheart? A big cock filling up this needy little cunt?” Vlad mocks sweetly, thumbing around Mimi’s hole where his cock is stretching them wide.

“Mmm,” Mimi purrs happily. 

“Hold on, you little minx,” is all the warning Mimi gets before Vlad starts pounding their pussy. 

His thrusts are deep and relentless and he clearly hasn't missed a workout in his life if his stamina can attest to it. Vlad sets a punishing pace and Mimi is in heaven. Every thrust forces a cry from their lips and brings new tears to their eyes. 

“No one else could ever fuck you like this,” Vlad chuckles, feral, “no one else can give it to you just like you need it. Isn’t that right, baby?”

They don’t even have the capacity to respond anymore. He’s hitting their spot over and over again and it's mind numbing. It’s enough to make Mimi sob .  

The bed shakes and the nasty sounds of Vlad’s dick slapping against Mimi’s wet thighs and ass are enough to make them both delirious. A haze settles in the room and Mimi can’t breathe. It’s everything they’re ever wanted and it just feels so damn good and-

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Vlad I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” they cry, guttural and whiny and utterly ruined. Their toes curl and they squeeze their legs tightly around Vlad’s waist. They’re so close they can taste it and-

Suddenly Vlad pulls out altogether.

Mimi feels the tears fall before they realize they’re crying. Their legs shake and everything feels so intense, but the release doesn’t come. They blink through the tears to look at Vlad, ready to make him put it back in, when they see the look on his face.

Complete and utter satisfaction. 

This. Fucking. Bitch. 

“What the fuck. What?! The?! Fuck?! No but seriously what the fuck because I was THIS close and you just-” 

“You didn’t think I’d actually let you come did you?” Vlad smiles, smugly. “Especially after you said you were willing to give yourself to just anybody?”

“Vlad I-, please you have to let me come, please ,” Mimi begs desperately, their hole feeling empty. 

They need him back inside them. They need to cum on his cock They’ve waited so long to feel like this. To feel sexy and taken care of and so utterly overwhelmed. 

“Oh? I have to now, do I? Seems to me like I’m the one that gets to decide that,” Vlad says, hand coming up to caress Mimi’s wet cheek, their labored breaths still racking their quivering body. 

“You’re going to have to do a bit more than beg to get what you want this time, sweetheart,” Vlad hums. 

He uses his thumb to wipe away the freshly falling tears and brings it down to lightly nudge at Mimi’s bottom lip. Mimi looks up at him through clumped lashes and gives the tip of his thumb a small lick before taking the whole thing into their mouth. Their cheeks are flushed and they’re holding his hand in theirs like they’ll die if he lets go. God, how did he get so lucky.

Vlad pets their tongue with his thumb when they close their eyes, and Mimi is grateful for the action. Having something in their mouth is really helping them calm down from the intensity of the moment. Slowly, Mimi’s breathing steadies and the rapid beating of their heart slows to a normal rhythm.  

When Mimi finally opens their eyes again, the panic has completely subsided but the fire is still there. Mimi reaches down to grab Vlad’s cock and tries to slide it back into them. Vlad stops them by taking their hands in one of his and pinning them gently above their head.

Mimi feels their pulse pick up slightly. They may be calmer now but the need hasn't subsided. Vlad’s cock had felt so perfect inside them and they’re prepared to do anything to get it back. 

“Please, what do I do ?” Mimi whines desperately.

“Well, let’s see now,” Vlad muses aloud, “I think the main issue here is that you seem to be a little confused about who gets to touch you.”

Vlad brings his other hand down to Mimi’s pussy, and starts to rub slow, tantalizing circles into Mimi’s clit. 

“Tell me baby, who do you think it is? Another guy?”

Mimi’s hips buck up into Vlad’s hand when his thumb flicks their clit just right, but Mimi still manages to shake their head in response. 

“Good.” Vlad purrs, moving his thumb a little lower to tug at their slippery hole. “Is it you, baby?”

Mimi hesitates a little before shaking their head again. 

When two of Vlad’s fingers dip into Mimi’s pussy and massage, their eyes go glassy. Vlad pushes his fingers in deep, playing with the wetness that dribbles out as they explore Mimi’s hole. Mimi’s mouth opens on a sharp gasp when Vlad prods their g-spot. 

Vlad bites his lip to hide a smile at his partner's cute reaction, and continues to nudge the sensitive spot, abusing it over and over until Mimi is letting out short little “uh uh uhn’s” that make blood rush to Vlad’s groin. 

Vlad eventually slows the movement of his fingers, pulls them out, and brings them to his lips. He holds eye contact with Mimi as he sucks them into his mouth. 

Mimi gasps and a shiver of desire licks up their spine. Suddenly, they remember the question Vlad has asked, and their eyes widen at the realization. 

“Took a second but I think you finally got it, huh, sweetheart?” Vlad teases playfully. 

Mimi nods and shakily reaches out to wrap their arms around Vlad’s neck. When Mimi kisses him they can taste themself on his tongue and it makes their pussy clench. Mimi mewls into the kiss and brings their hand down to stroke Vlad’s cheek.

After several minutes of slow, deep kisses, the two separate but they keep their foreheads gently pressed together. 

This time when Mimi speaks, it’s sincere and vulnerable and so quiet Vlad is sure he would have missed it if the room hadn't been silent. 

“I’m yours.” 

Vlad smiles at them with all the affection in the world, kisses their lips one last time, and finally lines himself back up with their hole. 

“Yeah, you are.”

Mimi’s gaze shifts from soft to hungry in record time.

//

Vlad slips his dick back into Mimi's pussy with care, making sure to give them time to adjust to his size again. When he speaks, his tone is hungry and raw.

“Love this sloppy little cunt. Bet it was made just for me, huh baby?”

Mimi’s pussy clenches. Vlad’s words make them feel so slutty .

“Mmhm, all for you, daddy.”

Vlad sucks in a sharp breath and bucks his hips up hard into Mimi. Bringing his hands up to touch them, Vlad admires his partner’s beautiful body, spread out for him on the duvet like a five-course meal. 

Mimi’s fur is pale golden and their features embody a stunning combination of feminine and masculine traits. Their eyes, nose, brows, and jawline are sharp and confident, while their cheeks and lips flush pink and remain pouty. 

Mimi’s whole body is dwarfed by Vlad’s massive frame, but they’re built in all the right places. Their arms, abs, and thighs are toned to perfection, likely from whatever training they had insisted on undergoing in their past. Vlad suddenly has the urge to fuck Mimi’s thighs, but he’ll have to save that thought for another time. 

It’s also impossible to ignore the softer parts of Mimi’s appearance like their perky, plush chest and, Vlad’s favorite, their full, round ass. 

Speaking of which, Vlad hasn’t seen enough of it. 

Pulling out suddenly and shushing Mimi’s whines, Vlad flips them over onto their front. Once they’re settled, Vlad grabs Mimi’s tiny waist and squeezes , his fingers touching on both sides. 

Mimi yelps and Vlad lines his cock up with their hole again before plowing in. 

He thrusts his hips fast and rough, and Mimi’s pussy makes nasty little squelching sounds on every thrust. Their moans are nothing short of pornographic, high and tight and so fucking sexy . When Vlad tells them as much, Mimi whines and squeezes Vlad’s cock again. 

At some point, Mimi’s big bushy tail gets in the way, blocking Vlad’s view of their sinewy back drawn tight in pleasure. He grabs their tail firmly at the root and yanks it aside, fucking up into them at the same time.

Mimi screams and arches their back. 

With their tail finally out of the way, Vlad can see droplets of sweat dripping down Mimi’s back into their ass crack.

Vlad takes Mimi’s ass cheeks in both hands and spreads them, getting a perfect view of his dick stretching their tight pussy and their dusty rose colored asshole winking right above it. Vlad rubs over the hole with his thumb, teasing at the edges before slipping the tip inside. 

“Ahhh!” Mimi moans, “Wha-?!”

Before Mimi can say anything else, Vlad pulls his thumb out and drags it down to Mimi’s pussy, rubbing their slick folds and coating his thumb in pre-come, before bringing it back up to nudge at their asshole again and slip the whole thing inside.

“Ahh, hnng!” 

“There you go, sweetheart. Bet you were missing something in your ass.”

Vlad fucks up into Mimi’s cunt in nasty thrusts, and presses his thumb insistently into Mimi’s other hole, stretching it out with the callous pad of his finger. The warm velvety lining of Mimi's hole makes Vlad’s mouth water, and his dick stiffens at the thought of taking his time stretching and eating them out, and making them sit on his dick. He groans low and voices as much.

“Bet you would look so sweet stuffed full of my cock.”

“Wh-” Mimi pants, looking back at Vlad red faced and thoroughly used, “I al- already am- AHN!”

Vlad drives his dick into their g-spot, abusing it and making Mimi tremble from the sensitivity.

“I meant,” Vlad huffs darkly, coating two more of his fingers in Mimi’s wetness before bringing them up to circle their asshole, pushing them in, and clarifying, “stuffed in the ass.”

Mimi wails, shoving their ass back in aborted little thrusts, wanting Vlad to fill them deeper in both holes. 

“Godddd,” Mimi groans, “I want that, ah- aH- AHHNnn please!”

Vlad grins wickedly, driving his fingers and his cock into Mimi’s holes at the same time, gripping their hip with his other hand to keep them from squirming away. 

“Don’t worry, kitten,” Vlad coos, “I’ll always give you exactly what you need,” before abruptly pulling out his fingers and smacking their ass hard. 

“FUCK!”

Vlad wastes no time in leaning down to gather Mimi’s in his arms and pulling them up so their back is flush with his chest, and then murmuring in Mimi’s ear.

“And right now, you need to cum, don't you sweet thing?”

Mimi nods exasperated, tears streaming down their cheeks from the pleasure. Their orgasm has been put off for so long and the lead up has been nothing but torturous pleasure. They want nothing more than to cum.

Vlad holds Mimi tight around the torso and tugs them down on his cock, their bodies connecting like they were made for each other. 

At the onslaught of overstimulation to Mimi’s g-spot, they whine and mewl, and start bouncing up and down on Vlad’s dick like it’s their job. 

“I wanna cum,” they finally manage, wobbly, “I wanna cum on your cock!” 

Their body goes pliant in Vlad’s arms, and before he can get a word in, Mimi whimpers.

“Please touch me, sir.”

Vlad snarls and reaches one arm around Mimi’s body to rub their clit. 

Mimi screams and cums hard, their body spasming and drawing a long cracked moan from their trembling lips. Vlad fucks them thorugh it, and he keeps going even when they start to whine from oversensitivity. Giving three more staggering thrusts, Vlad grits his teeth and releases his load into Mimi’s quivering hole.

“Vlad ,” Mimi cries, turning their head to beg for a kiss, as the rest of Vlad’s cum empties into the condom. 

He obliges and, after a moment, carefully slips his dick out of Mimi’s dripping cunt. 

When both of their breathing begins to settle, Vlad rubs over Mimi’s hips and up their sides, before laying down on his back and gesturing for Mimi to join him.

“C’mere.”

Mimi crawls and snuggles up to Vlad, their head settling in the space underneath his chin. A moment of comfortable silence passes before Mimi finally speaks up.

“So does this make me, like, your co-captain or...”

“Oh my god,” Vlad groans, “you’re incorrigible.”

“Well if I’m gonna be sleeping up here you might as well make me co-captain, otherwise your crew members are gonna get jealous.”

“Of who?” Vlad asks, suspiciously, “you?”

“No silly, they’re going to miss having my juicy ass down there to dream about every night, so you’re gonna have to say something unless you want an uprising on your hands.”

Vlad sighs defeatedly and squeezes Mimi tight, growling in their ear.

“Not if I mark you as my own.”

Mimi shivers and looks up at Vlad with wide eyes, but they find no hint of mockery in his gaze, only a bit of teasing a whole lot of lust.

“Really? You’re serious? About us, I mean…”

“Yeah,” Vlad replies warmly, stroking their cheek with the back of his fingers, “I think I am.”

Recognizing the look in Vlad’s eyes and the sincerity in his admission, Mimi suddenly feels overwhelmed. Tears sting the backs of their eyes but they blink them away, opting to surge up to kiss Vlad. He reciprocates and rubs Mimi’s back soothingly as they lose themselves in one another.

When Mimi pulls back after several moments, the sentiment that came to mind earlier reignites in their heart. When they decide to voice it, the hidden meaning isn’t lost on Vlad. 

“I think I’m really gonna like it here.”