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Ishida Uryu ([personal profile] shiro_megane_kun) wrote2015-10-09 02:22 pm

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Before Blake Belladonna, Uryu would never have pictured himself as a pet owner.

For the most part, when he'd been given Blake, it had proven a good match. Things had been a little rough at the start, but though Blake was quiet, it wasn't as if her owner was especially extroverted, either. They'd gradually bonded over shared bookishness, and Uryu couldn't complain about having such a beautiful model for his designs. Blake seemed especially fond of one gift in particular - a black bow with which she could conceal her ears... or simply wear around the house to keep them warm in winter.

The first time Blake went into heat, about a year ago, had been a challenging time for them, though. Blake had become almost unmanageable, and Uryu had been at his wits' end. He'd combed the internet for anything that might help, and had finally become desperate enough to try even the most outlandish of solutions. It was hard to say what had been more surprising - that it had worked, or how well they had both taken to it. By the end of the cycle, the shared experience had drawn them closer to one another than before, and sometimes, when the mood struck them both, they'd indulge, even though it wasn't strictly necessary.

A year later, and Uryu knew Blake's cycle was due any day now, though he couldn't pin down the exact day it would begin. For the past month, he'd been browsing the internet, combing it for new ideas - this time, he intended to have a few new tricks to surprise her with.
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[personal profile] kittyears 2015-10-10 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
It might have come sooner than he thought.

That day, Blake had woken up with a certain feeling coursing through her body. While she attempted to spend the hours brushing it off, thinking it only a temporary whim, her body-- her primal instincts-- won out over her brain. She was composed, of course, but the heat building up inside her was enough to have the faunus rigid and tense, nearly ready to pleasure herself where she stood.

But no, while she always came off as though she was too good for being a "pet", Blake had actually had built mutual respect of her relationship to be loyal to her master.

So she would enter his room, face reddened as she averted her gaze to the floor. Her tone would speak volumes, but she'd try to sound as normal as possible. "Uryu..."
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[personal profile] kittyears 2015-10-11 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
It went without saying that Blake respected Uryu. While she could have been combative, aggressive-- they shared quite a bit in common and he took care of her with a mutual respect. The sexual side of their arrangement was a perk, a twist on the master and pet dynamic that she had shamelessly accepted. It kept things interesting. It kept their bond strong.

Though she knows her place in this relationship, the way her master speaks to her still hits her in a way that causes Blake to look back with obedience, her posture straightening in spite of herself. Though all she wishes for is some sort of relief given to her, she plays along. After all, that dynamic is what made it all the more exciting.

"I'm," She couldn't help that her breath was a little heavy. If it had been a year ago, the hesitation might have been chalked up to her simply being a rebellious cat, but honestly? She was just that riled up. "I'm sorry, Master."
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[personal profile] kittyears 2015-10-17 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Even without her ears being her most sensitive part, each individual touch from Uryu only saw fit to make Blake want to writhe beneath his fingers. His fingertips against her neck made her hitch a breath, but the fingertips against her ears was enough to illicit an audible breath caught in her throat, something that suspiciously sounded much like a moan.

Blake's eyes were closed at the feeling, but she would quickly move to keep her eyes on his, in an attempt to appear as though she wouldn't act without him saying otherwise. "I apologize, Master..." She'll breathe, biting her lip.
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[personal profile] kittyears 2015-10-24 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Each passing second was almost torturous, how he ran his fingers across her skin in all the right places, how he teased and was gentle. Blake did all she could to not squirm, though she knows her pulse and breathing showed Uryu that she wasn't as calm as she kept herself. Lip still bitten, she savors the feeling of her master undressing her, exposing her for both their sake. While she wasn't a completely submissive personality, she knew the trust they put in each other could take them far.

A breath might have been audible at his touching her inner thighs, something subtle yet sharp, something that showed great restraint. Dare she say something to feed his ego in order to coax him into taking her? No, there was an order these things, something her master stressed.

She would follow, her pulse already heightened, both lips wet and ready to indulge what would be in store for her. "I do like the outfits you give me, master," she'll say, hiding her heavy breath. "All wrapped up, ready for you unravel as you wish."