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Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses Word Count: 14k MC: Female reader (based on @angel5081's FE3H oc, Inna! (You can read the OC original here )

"When the students of Garreg Mach undergo a strange mass-malady of fatigue, it's up to priest Dimitri and Reverend Father Seteth to get to the bottom of it and save their monastery. Only, things don't go as planned and they find themselves a little too attached to the problem's cause. But hey - whoever said you can't domesticate a succubus?" Warnings: MDNI. Smut. Non-con. Blood. Impregnation. Knifeplay. Dimitri carves his name into your skin. Bondage. Mindbreak. Priest! AU with a heavily Catholicised Church of Serios. Buy me a Ko-fi <3 : https://ko-fi.com/rozaliaskisses Wanna commission me? Contact me through Tumblr or email me at [email protected] Don't forget to REBLOG if you enjoyed! Comments are also deeply appreciated!

Garreg Mach was majestic, the structure near-ancient. Extensive history resided within its stone walls, secrets that were kept in the silence of centuries. And yet, despite being a sanctuary in all merits of the word, Garreg Mach suffered from impurities that required cleansing.

It troubled the resident clergy greatly - the mystery surrounding their students’ sudden wave of mass fatigue, of their nightmares. It was as though the students’ lifeforce was being drained and no one knew the reason why. Of course, what the students were not as privy to share were the contents of the dreams themselves; the way they’d start as a sensation of ecstasy, a most wonderful, sensual dream for which one could pray, but once awake they were depleted of strength.

Murky blue eyes narrowed in disdain as the priest to which they belonged sat at the receiving end of a confessional booth. A rosary sat in the priest’s gloved hand, the beads clashing quietly as he twirled them around, listening to the student as they spoke of these filthy dreams that afflicted them nightly. Whatever other factors had been highlighted as a prospective cause for this sinful epidemic were meaningless to him now. Priest Dimitri Blaiddyd was certain, more than ever, that they were dealing with a demon.

‘A curse’, the other priests suggested, far too self-important to be persuaded they could be wrong. They were fools who rushed to the easiest, most convenient explanation - but not him. Dimitri took his faith in stride, but he saw the protection of their flock as of utmost importance above the Goddess, and he knew, from personal experience, that things were not always as they seemed.

Under his breath he scoffed at the notion, remembering too well how he was chastised by some for jumping to conclusions - demons, they told him, couldn’t possibly enter their sacred grounds. It was sure to scorch them, to harm them too much. Not worth it for demons to try, so they claimed. And they were wrong. They were always wrong.

Wood creaked under the priest’s movements as he stretched, clenching the rosary in his palm, holding it in an angered fist as the student shamefully concluded their plight. Thunder roared outside. It had been a stormy month, but tonight by far signalled the worst storm they’d seen this summer. It was ironically atmospheric. Had Dimitri still possessed the qualities in himself that once allowed him to be carefree and laugh, he might’ve chuckled at how the skies sure chose an excellent time to cry. Or possibly it was a sign from the divine, the Goddess showing her dismay at the state they’ve allowed her church to befall.

“Your confession has been heard, child” His voice was smooth, low. Nevertheless, he tried to be comforting. “The Goddess hears them and shall absolve you of these dreams and of the sins you committed in them.” he wished he believed his own affirmations. Connecting with the Goddess never came easily to him. The student behind the wooden slot sighed in relief, “Thank you, Father.” “Recite your prayers each night.” he reminded, the phrase escaping him like clockwork. Drilled into his psyche. “Yes, Father. Goodnight.”

Dimitri listened as the student stepped out, the confession box creaking. He waited a couple of minutes before exiting, stuffing the rosary in his pocket, and storming outside into the pouring rain. He was instantly assaulted by the scent of wet dirt and hissing winds.

With sorrow, he stared out at the damp monastery grounds. It was late, almost the students’ curfew. The student that requested confession had done so unexpectedly, asserting they could not bear the weight of their sins - that they couldn’t contain the vivid wrongs they feel in the furore of their dreams - for another night. They had done well to confess, and more than that to tell him. Now that he knew what it was he could try to solve it, even if it meant going against his fellow clergymen.

“Father Dimitri?” a familiar voice called out from behind. Seteth. “Good evening.” the reply was curt, respectful. Dimitri turned to face the man, an umbrella protecting the High Priest from becoming as soaked as his younger counterpart. “What are you doing out so late?” You might fall sick, he nearly scolded. Despite Dimitri not having been a student here for many years, Seteth still felt an inclination to care for the young man’s wellbeing. “I was busy listening to confession.” Seteth’s eyebrows furrowed, “At this hour?” “Yes. A student approached me. Said it was urgent.” “I see…” A long stillness surrounded them, rain dripping from Dimtri’s golden locks as he stared at the Priest that welcomed him in with warm, open arms when he’d first arrived. A scared, lost child. But now, he was a man. A man of faith, a brother of the cloth.

He no longer feared demons as he did before when they destroyed all he had, tearing his family apart. “It’s a demon, Seteth.” Dimitri’s voice shattered their thoughtful silence. The split second of hesitation before he replied told Dimitri everything he hoped to say. ‘I know’. “Oh?” Seteth sighed, shaking his head as he turned to face the weeping skies, “Dimitri…” he paused, swallowing. “Come,” he ushered, “let us at least get out of this rain.” Parsimoniously, the blond followed, walking side-by-side in quiet solitude. Neither of them acknowledged the elephant in the room until they reached the secure sanctuary of Seteth’s office.

“You know I’m right,” Dimitri argued as soon as Seteth settled down. His companion did not speak, at first. He was reluctant, prompting Dimitri’s impatience. “It isn’t as simple as-” “No,” Dimitri countered, “It is.” Seteth frowned, massaging his temples as he sat at his desk, “I know you’re confident, but we cannot jump to conclusions. It would only generate fear in our students and our faithful.” “I’m not paranoid.” Seteth looked at Dimitri with sympathy, “I know that.” He respired, “Please trust that the Goddess is proud of you, Father Dimitri. You have been a pillar of virtue at this monastery for years now. All your efforts have been appreciated by the church.”

Another pause. The hammering of the rain outside echoed through the darkened halls.

“The students are being fed on.” This caught Seteth’s attention. He grimaced. “The student who confessed to you,” he questioned, “was the one who told you this?” Dimitri gave a solemn nod, “All the signs are there.” Reluctance. Archbishop Rhea made it clear that they were not to think it a demon abruptly without sufficient evidence, while his own logic and Dimitri’s protests argued otherwise. She, for whatever the reason may be, did not feel that the problem the monastery was facing was to do with demonic activity.

“You are certain?” It was clear Seteth wasn’t keen on going against the Archbishop’s orders. Such a thing, to him, felt preposterous. But if Dimitri was indeed correct about a demon breaching their sanctuary and - worse still - feeding on their students, then it positively wasn’t something he was able to ignore. “Yes,” Dimitri was exasperated, practically entreating for approval to act on his belief. Seteth turned to glance out of his window, the only thing visible from the decorative stained glass being shadowy drops of rain. “We have to do something.” Dimitri was becoming restless.

“We do.” Seteth’s agreement caused his eyes to widen, not having expected him to be on his side. “We must rid of it,” Dimitri remarked, yanking the rosary out and looking down at the holy symbol at its core - symbolic of The Beginning. For a priest, there were times he struggled even believing in his own Goddess.

Seteth stroked his chin in thought, but nodded, “There are tried-and-true methods,” he explained, “Of dealing with demons. I will speak with the Archbishop and let her know our plans-” “No.” “Pardon?” Dimitri’s tone was frigid, knuckles turning white around the rosary beads. “I do not wish to offend Lady Rhea, she has always led us well,” he cushioned, “but she has also shown where she stands with this matter - by the time she grants clearance for anything to be done…” It’ll be too late. Seteth, taken aback by Dimitri’s mild outburst, took a prolonged moment to consider his words. Normally, he’d reprimand him for speaking poorly of Rhea’s judgement. She never led him astray before and he trusted her decisions. But Dimitri’s accusations were grim and required thorough contemplation. “Besides, an official investigation might alert the demon we know it's here.” His blue eyes noticed the sigil of protection above Seteth’s office door, relieved. Although one demon was able to haunt the halls of the monastery, these offices were holy ground - as was the cathedral. Actually protected.

Neither man wanted to admit the dreams they’d both been having.

Conceivably that was why Seteth felt inclined to consider the declarations and struggled to understand Lady Rhea’s refusal to search for a demon. If she didn’t wish to cause a panic amongst the flock, she could order it to be a hush mission for her priests. Because disgraceful as it was, if a demon was in fact among them, then he, too, had been fed from. He gripped the fabric of his robes. Ashamed.

It was unthinkable that he, a man of ardent faith, would fall victim to a demon’s whims. That was something he wanted to prevent for good, preferably without anyone else ever finding out. Seteth loured. He was a priest, a father and a widower - men as he were not meant to be leisurely targets for lust. Seteth never considered himself a weak man, in flesh nor strength nor virtue; he lived for the church, gave all he had to devote to it and defend his daughter.

And what of Flayn?

A dreadful fear grasped him, suffocating him with its sunless talons. If the demon was feeding not only on him but on the students, how was he to keep her safe? By doing nothing and trusting that this was merely a curse? Or by taking a gamble and exorcising a demon from this consecrated place while risking going against the woman embodying the wishes of the divine?

Seteth expected to trust Rhea’s judgement, to assume she knew what was best. But all it took, in the end, was the pent-up frustration that his dreams provoked mixed with the fear of losing his child that ensured his choice. “We ought to conduct our rite somewhere exalted. To bind the demon.” he had just the location in mind, engulfing the guilt of lying to Rhea. Dimitri couldn’t conceal the alleviation of his gloom, “So that the demon is at a disadvantage,” “Indeed. And somewhere with a lessened threat of being overheard. We shall report to the Archbishop after we have succeeded, but until then we should keep our investigation secret.” Seteth gazed at his bookshelf. “We will meet tomorrow at midnight,” he decided, “...beneath the Cathedral.” “You mean…in the Holy Tomb?” “There are other chambers there. Ones we can lock ourselves away in as we summon and capture the pest.”

Dimitri stood, “I will see you then. Sleep well, Reverend Father.” Seteth held back a bitter sigh, knowing he wouldn’t. “You as well.”

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These dreams propelled Dimitri into insanity’s embrace. So tantalising, so soft the woman’s skin was as he ran his fingers down the mounts of her gentle breasts. So tempting - the way she whispered his name. Enough to drive any man deranged, really; but he wasn’t ‘any man’, he was thought to be a righteous man. Against all his efforts, he was too weak. There was a darkness in him that threatened to devour him.

He grunted as her strong, steady hands caressed his chiselled chest, sliding downwards, teasing him. Seducing him to sin, to turn his back on the Goddess he worshipped. Her laugh was like warm tea on a winter morning, pleasant and unusually familiar, sending a flurry of butterflies into his chest. He loathed it. Abhorred this being for her sly attempts at seduction, at her cowardice for hiding in illusions. But despite his feelings, this was not reality; this was a realm in which she reigned, the domain of lust and nightmares.

And in this world of hers, he was nothing if not her plaything. He whined - voice soft, gravelly - as he felt her cordial touch against his heated skin, her enticing voice ringing through his ears as if it was right beside him, yet it echoed, distant all the same. “Fuck”, he purred, causing her to laugh, smooth hands pushing against his unbuckled trousers, massaging his bulge. “Eager, Father?” He produced a stern noise of denial. He wanted to refute her, that he wasn’t, but his body felt helpless to the sinful acts she forced upon him. He was solely enjoying it because she was a temptress, an inhuman devil made to please, told to rend good men asunder. But then again, he wasn’t truthfully that good a man. No matter how badly he longed to be.

Though this fiendish succubus didn’t know that. Most people around him didn’t know that, and it was how he’d keep it. He tried to resist the fervour of these dreams. Honestly, he did; with all he had. Attempted to recite prayer after prayer to the Goddess however futile it might be.

But he was powerless.

Pale cheeks flushed as her fingers wrapped around his cock, her hand pumping across his hardening length. “Stop,” he swallowed, sweating even in his dream, “Stop this now,” his demands sounded so pitiful it made the young priest cringe. He held no power here. “You don’t really want me to stop, though, do you?” The demoness pouted, staring up at him with sparkling shades of cerulean, eyes half-lidded as she held his cock in her hand, lips so close to his tip. She pressed a kiss to the glistening head, and then pulled away, licking her lips. Dimitri huffed, biting his tongue to withhold a hardy moan. “Fuck you.” Another fucking giggle, “Oh, but that’s exactly what you want to do, isn’t it?” Before he could think of another retort her lips wrapped around his cock. It was sacrilege, on her knees as if in prayer as she mindlessly slurped his dick as though she were consuming his very life force. Maybe she was, maybe this was what her feeding entailed.

Her lips felt astounding. He despised the voracious noises she emitted as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock, toying with her breasts beneath him as she brought him into this awful sin. It wasn’t enough. He wanted more, no, he needed more - but she wasn’t willing to deliver, and he couldn’t move to force his entire cock down her throat. If he had it his way - No. No, that was precisely what she craved; to lead him astray. He had to stay strong. Had to remain virtuous as he could against the sexual frustration she’d steadily built up in him these past nights, torturing him.

Soon, she would no longer be a problem. But he was only a mortal man.

When the (h/c)-haired temptress pressed her breasts against his base, engulfing his cock in her ivory bosom, he was no longer capable of keeping his moans locked in. Much to her cursed amusement, it seemed. He hated her. He detested all demons who stole and ruined human lives. Demons had ruined his life, killed his loved ones, and made him watch as they slaughtered them all.

She hurried, her tongue skillfully rolling over his tip, precum flowing, coating her lips with the physical manifestation of his desire. Her breasts fondled around his shaft, sending his mind aflame with lust making his thoughts so hazy. Everything was too sensitive, his body chasing ecstasy whether he desired it or not. His hips slammed against her face as much as they could in this near-paralytic state, but just before he could reach that anguished climax…

…he opened his eyes.

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“Reverend Father Seteth,” Dimitri greeted, courteous, but the gravity of the situation laced his voice. They were both aware of how dangerous what they were attempting was. Neither man knew of their shared perturbation, of their shared torment by the hands of a red-haired devil.

“Father Dimitri,” Seteth nodded in acknowledgement of his presence, “I am relieved you could make it. I trust you were not followed?” “Not that I know.” “Very well,” Seteth sighed. He held a handful of books under his arm. “Let’s go.”

With exceptional carefulness they descended into the chambers of the Holy Tomb, its green hue a soothing sight, reminding them of the Goddess. This tomb was the most sacrosanct place in Garreg Mach. Provided all went well, she’d be unable to hurt them or escape.

Seteth drew the summoning circle, cross-referencing with one of the books in his possession. Dimitri, meanwhile, cleansed the space, reciting ancient incantations to rid of negative energies. Together, then, the two prayed for the Goddess’ protection and support.

With candles lit, they stood at opposite sides of the circle, weapons drawn in preparation as they chanted, their voices filling the tomb’s halls. The atmosphere immediately shifted, the candles essentially blowing out - dimming before bursting into new life, burning more vehemently than they’d done before. The two priests continued undisturbed, determined for their individual reasons to invoke then destroy the demon.

Minutes passed, yet they felt like everlasting hours.

Until out of thin air reverberated a horrific screech of a wounded creature, azure and verdant eyes zoning in on a figure of the wretched whore they’ve been waiting for. Their demon, in its true form.

She was on her knees facing the cold marble floor, crying out in pain as the sanctity of the tombs seeped into her bones, integrated with the acidity of being violently torn away from her dream walking. Seteth and Dimitri’s gazes met in transient awe.

Subtle pride surged through Dimitri, the darkness within him bursting with joy that he’d been right. Seteth’s eyes narrowed as the runes on the summoning circle shined an excellent light, injuring the demon as she writhed and cried, trying to understand what happened to her. A long rivulet of (h/c) hair covered her features until she gathered a grip on herself and forced her head up, glaring at them with pure contempt. Her eyes were a vibrant (e/c), fixed dead on Dimitri.

Horns protruded from her head - a dim maroon shade of red - and dark symbols and etchings covered her supple flesh. Large, luscious breasts were on display, her body nude and vulnerable as she hissed at them. “Bastards!” She screamed in distress, “You filthy sinful bastards-” “Speak to us not of sin, demon.” Seteth lowly snarled, advancing a blade towards her throat. Squinting, she spat, “I know your worst desires, your most appalling whims,” her voice shaky but powerful. Bold, even with all stakes against her. “I know the things you wish weren’t a part of you,” like a serpent, she seethed, “the dark hidden lechery you keep within your souls. You are impure men.” She taunted them, her pupils slitting, fangs showing with a smirk. “Silence!” Dimitri’s fists shook, reminding him of the power he held - in this world, far removed from the realm of her influence. “Why have you come here?” Seteth, as to the point as ever, demanded, still pressing the blade to her throat.

Snake-like (e/c) eyes stared into him like through glass. He stopped himself from gulping, face stone-cold and revealing none of his fears or concerns. Throughout the time he’d been alive he mastered the art of stoicism.

“Let. Me. Go.” she compelled, “Before I claw your faces from your skulls and devour the flesh.” “Why have you come here?” Seteth repeated slowly, critically, his leafy eyes hostile. She smiled. The eerie, disgusting smile of a demon. A monster. The woman wasn’t a woman at all. She was a creature - they had to remember that. She was inhuman, regardless of how tempting her body appeared, how smooth and tender. She was to blame for their growing desires, the catalyst of their gradual collapse into madness. Dimitri once vowed to tear down every demon in his path so that he may someday avenge his fallen family. To be worthy of having been their son. To get their voices to stop.

The repose of the moment was cut short when she took her chance to pounce, slapping the blade from Seteth’s hand and, as painful as it was, she fled from the summoning circle. Seteth, surprised by her attack, had smudged the chalk and opened the circle. Sharp claws slashed his hand, then she ran, her naked form fast approaching the chamber’s exit.

Dimitri took a several rushed steps forward, his gait wide; before she got but halfway across the room she wheezed, her scalp aching unbearably as he wrapped his forearm around her (h/c) hair, tugging harshly until she stumbled on the ground before him. Gripping her hair, which she was desperately trying to claw away at, he dragged her against the nearest wall, grabbing at her wrists to keep her from swiping at his face, fighting against his extraordinary strength. “You will not have me!” “You aren’t leaving here until we have your head,” the succubus shuddered at the menacing aura oozing from him. Priests were hypocritical men. Hiding behind a false cover of piety to conceal their cruelty.

The succubus - (y/n) - spit in his face. He stifled, revolted, but his grip on her wrists did not falter as she hoped. “I know your secrets,” she mocked, “And I’ll let everyone know.” “You won’t,” Dimitri growled, fists caging her wrists and tightening, steadily crushing her bones. At least, that’s what it felt like. She rasped in agony, shaking violently against his grip but the more she tried the tighter he held her. “Because you’ll be dead.” She laughed but failed to hide her apprehension, clinging to any fallacy of control. But she was far removed from dreams, here, she was powerless. They were smarter than she gave them credit for.

Seteth approached, a blood-soaked rope in his grip, the slash across his palm bleeding into the material. First, they had to apprehend her, he’d tend to any injuries afterwards. “You’re revolting,” (e/c) eyes shone in the dim light, burning with rage, “Both of you. You stare at young ladies walking the corridors of your ‘sanctum’ with debauchery on your minds.”

(y/n) fought vigorously against their endevours to tie her with pure ire, blindly clawing at their flesh, teeth and claws piercing skin. “I know how you imagine them! How you consider bending them over tables when they ask for guidance, Reverend Father,” she snapped straight at Seteth, the rope wrapping around her arms, “What would little Flayn think if she knew the way her father imagined fucking her friends?”

A slap bounced across the tomb, her cheek scorching. “Silence, you whore.”

The distraction was all she needed, kicking Seteth and pushing against Dimitri, the rope falling taunt, freeing her arms which she used to seize the blade on the floor. Effortlessly spinning, (y/n) slashed through Dimitri’s chest, blood drenching his priestly garment. With a blunt hiss, Dimitri stepped back, his hand instinctively shielding the cut granting her supple time to straddle him, blade in hand, ready to drive it through his heart.

Muscular arms grappled her hands before the blade swooped down, Seteth retrieved the knife, throwing it to Dimitri’s side. A hasty knot was tied at her wrists, restrained behind her back. Seteth then wrapped the rest of the rope with rushed precision, tying up her legs, stomach and thighs.

It was a sinful display, the rope tightly biting into her skin beneath the valley of her breasts, enhancing them further, outlining her curves and cunt. She stammered out curses all the while, fighting even when she was held down. There was little she could do but yell and shriek vulgarities at her captors. “A captivating whore with a filthy mouth.” Dimitri stood over her like a beast awoken from deepest slumber, infuriated and merciless. There was sinister cruelty behind his bright blue eyes, enough to challenge the evil she’d seen in the worst of demons.

Blood leaked from his chest, his shirt unbuttoned revealing the bruised and vermillion skin underneath.

(y/n) held on tightly to her resolve. If she was going to die, she’d put up a goddamn fight.

Dimitri crouched staring at her lifelessly, frightening her though she refused to show it. None of this was going as she planned. “You’re going to answer our questions.” he stated, “Or else.” He reached out to grab her chin, forcing her to look at him. “And if you’re lucky,” Seteth was calmer but traces of breathless fury remained in his speech, “we’ll make your demise swift.” Silence. Then, she sighed. Seemingly defeated. “Closer,” she whispered. Suspicious as he was, Dimitri came closer. Instead of hearing her speak, vicious canines punctured his neck drawing another splurge of blood, metallic red filling her mouth.

She licked her lips and sneered, “You taste like boar.” Bewildered, the abhorrence on his face returned. His hands found themselves around her throat, strangling her with fervent wrath.

“You say that, yet you are nothing more than a cheap, worthless demon unloved by anyone and thriving only on the misery of others,” she clumsily raked at his hands. His chokehold tightened. His cock twitched in his pants. “You don’t even deserve death. You deserve to suffer just like you make everyone else suffer.” Her chortled gasps aroused him. Likewise, his strength over her sent a wave of sick delight down her cunt.

When her eyes locked with his she discerned- far better than in their dreams - the severity of their lust.

“Dimitri.” Seteth placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder, snapping him out of his haze. He reluctantly released her, letting her breathe. The handprints on her neck would stay for days. “Is…” she coughed, searing pain burning her esophagus, “Is that all you’ve got?”

His libido increased. She smirked. The fools were feeding her just by being horny around her. Granted, she’d never give them the satisfaction of actually fucking her.

Dimitri sent a warning glare. He was defying his primal needs, but (y/n) knew they were emerging. “My voice will haunt you years after tonight. I won’t give in to you. Nothing you could do will make me stop,” “Nothing?” The sinister parts of him were tearing at his thoughts, his cock half-hardened as he caressed the streaks adorning her throat. The lines he made, decorating her like the prettiest choker. Demon or not, he could not deny her beauty. “Dimitri.” Seteth implored, eyebrows furrowed as he, too, battled with his lust.

He thought himself some sick voyeuristic spectator, finding pleasure in a being as vile as she. The sight of her tied up so perfectly: her large breasts pursed with rope, throat red, eyes gleaming with perseverance he and Dimitri longed to break - it was phenomenal. It was obscene.

Seteth quietly gulped. He was better than this, as was Dimitri. They wouldn’t succumb to her supernatural charms. He wouldn’t surrender to his cravings as he did in his fantasies - fantasies coerced by her. Nevertheless, his cock ached for the taste of her body. Why must the temptress be so fucking enticing?

With a frustrated grunt (y/n) wiggled against her restraints. She wasn’t going to die like this. Not here, surrounded by men of false virtues. “Stab me,” she grumbled, “Slash me,” her head nodded towards the weapons, “cut me down and leave my blood to gush. I will not surrender to you.”

“I am tired of her voice, Seteth.” The anger and lust were integrating, begging to be let out. Sweat gathered on Dimitri’s brow. “If you won’t shut up, I’ll do it for you.” Suddenly, his cock was out, hard and elongated as he held it in his hand, losing himself to his darker desires.

“Dimitri! What are you doing, contain yourself-” Seteth scolded through clenched teeth, his own stiffening cock forming a sizeable bulge in his trousers, blade in hand. “We are supposed to be exorcising the succubus, not feeding her!”

He knew there was hypocrisy behind his words, his sentiment lacking. He, too, yearned shut the whore up in ways his primal instincts - ones he repressed for endless decades - were begging him to do.

Even a man as grave as he was faltering when faced with the challenge of lust.

“Forgive me, Reverend Father,” Dimitri was apologetic, but simply not enough. He was frail of mind and his fury - an inferno, swallowing him alive. “I cannot stop myself. She has tempted me too long,” the confession was bitter, gutteral. “Feeding on me as one would a-” he humourlessly chuckled, “-boar.” Dimitri lifted her chin once more, shoving his thumb in between her thick red lips, lifting her upper lip to reveal her sharpened teeth. “You’re nothing but a demonic slut,” he plunged his fingers into her mouth, expecting her to suck. Something about her was magnetic. She’d teased him for weeks on end, coming to him as he slept, setting him ablaze with bliss only to wash icy disappoint over him before he could cum, forcing him to wake.

She’d had a hold on him since that first night. Now, he was going to get what he was due.

“Good only for tempting men.” her tongue wrapped around his thumb instinctively until she realised what she was doing and bit down. A brutish bellow followed as he withdraw his fingers from her mouth, holding a knife to her helplessly tied up body.

He’d be lying if he claimed her fiestiness didn’t excite him.

The cool blade stroked her cheek, the sharp nib biting into her skin threatening to break it. “You’ve caused many problems,” he asserted, “You’ll atone for every one of them.” The knife dipped into her skin, nicking droplets of her blood. It then danced across her body from her face down to her neck, making her gasp and swallow air from the sensuality of the act, glowering with her heart and soul to make her disdain known. Perhaps she was the succubus, but they were the sinners.

The coolness of the blade reached her collarbones, which he traced. He left a small cut among the linings, crimson droplets that matched the bloodied colour of her hair coursed down onto her breasts. She winced, but not from pain. Rather, from the wetness accumulating in her core.

“Put your cock down my throat and I’ll bite it in half.”

These past weeks she had been the hunter and he, her prey. Now their roles reversed and she found herself completely at his mercy. She wouldn’t submit to him, nor to his green-haired companion. Besides, she wasn’t even hungry. “I’ll never give you what you crave,” the assertion echoed through the chambers. The knife sliced across her chest. She bit back a moan.

Seteth stood as if frozen, eyes and lust fixated on the softly bleeding demoness. He barely possessed any restraint left. “Leave her,” he advised, though his own resolve was shaky, “she will not speak to us like this. We need her to answer for her sins against the church and Goddess when she is more…inclined to.” He denied his urge to fuck her into the ground, sheathing his weapon and bringing out the chalk, drawing ancient patterns all around her. Out of these binds, she wouldn’t come out.

Dimitri begrudgingly agreed, rising from his knees and - as much as it took all the final embers of his self-restraint - he buckled his cock back into his pants, humiliated to have acted in such an impure manner in front of someone else.

It was all her fault and hers alone. It had to be. Goddess save him.

Widened eyes watched the priests leave, abandoning her restrained in circles of chalk, binding her to this cursed place. “Release me!” she called out as they left, “I will get free! And I will damn your souls to hell!” They ignored her, not giving her a smidge of attention. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Three days passed, with students and staff alike walking about in improved moods. The clergy didn’t yet believe the worst was over, agreeing that the Goddess must’ve helped boost their morale, but that the curse was still lurking somewhere - to be found and extinguished.

It couldn’t be denied that it was a burden lifted from (y/n)’s victims. Dimitri and Seteth kept their secret with heavy hearts, knowing of the damned thing they kept below the cathedral, uttering their sermons whilst knowing they’d gone against the Archbishop.

By now, she was surely starved. Tonight, they decided, they’d check on the succubus. Perhaps when she was hungry she’d be more willing to shed light on the questions they had posed.

“Seteth…” Dimitri spoke before they traversed down the tomb, “About last time-” “-You need not explain yourself,” Seteth was quick to stop the man from speaking, “...I understand. She is a creature born of lechery, and try as we may we are but men.” The words tasted of lead. “You are not the only one whom she has tempted,” he admitted with chagrin, “I, too, am on my last restraints. Let us get our answers, rid of her, and find ways to protect our home so this won’t happen again.” Seteth wondered if they should ever tell Rhea. The notion of keeping this from her killed him, yet the shame of having gone against her and how easy he was to entice were factors that he didn’t want her to know, fearing it might change her view of him.

When they entered the chamber where they left the succubus, they found her writhing in misery, pale and visibly unwell. Starved for any morsel she could get.

Their presence was instantly noticed as she turned to glimpse at them, pitiful and feeble. “You…” she wailed, “come back for more?” despite her weakened state, she always harboured resentful words to spare. The sight of her satisfied Seteth and Dimitri in ways they hadn’t thought possible, in ways that terrified them to consider. Something, indeed, drew them to her. And it was vile. The two men, although neither would ever speak it aloud, missed her visage in their dreams. Missed the sensual touches and her red-lipped laughter as she prostrated herself onto her knees.

Dimitri’s hatred for demons was not easily forgotten merely because this one was attractive. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he got his vengeance on the one behind it all. Edelgard. He was certain she’d been behind his father’s murder. Certain it had been her brethern who destroyed his life. Edelgard was the demon Emperor, and one day, he vowed to take her down. He needed to find out whether this succubus worked for her. Whether the church was in danger.

Her hair was messily spread around her frame, leaning against the wall, still tied up. Seteth stared her down. “Will you answer us now?” “Never,” she growled, “I told you. Beat me, starve me, stab me - I will not relent to the pathetic likes of you.” “How uncouth,” Seteth’s pent-up emotions started to burst from him again. This time, Seteth knew he would be unable to contain himself. Her aura was too great. Maybe Dimitri had been on the right lines - she was hell’s equivalent of a whore, made to feed off ardour. These horrid feelings he had inside were her doing and it was she who should deal with them.

He’d mercilessly tried to reach his own high with his hand these three days but found he was unable to cum. He was mortified, but at his wits end.

It’s like his body needed to feel her against him to grant him that longed for release.

He hadn’t craved another’s touch since the passing of his wife and, until now, never believed he’d be driven to a degree of lust this immoral. The memory of his dreams haunted him, distracted him, taunted him. All this time, he’d fantasised about what he would do to her once they returned here. And for all his sainthood, he was powerless against his carnal cravings.

“You are hungry, are you not?” Seteth questioned, walking around her like a predator inspecting a hare, eyes dilated with possibilities.

Dimitri, with crossed arms, scoffed. This supernatural pull towards her was damning; he yearned to hold her, to fuck her, to keep her. He wondered if Seteth felt it, too. The concept instilled wrath. He’d always despised sharing.

(y/n) grimaced but kept her head down. “You’re ravenous,” Dimitri jeered, treading closer, footsteps echoing until he stood before her, “You’d do anything to be fed, wouldn’t you?” “No.” she weakly shook her head, “I can handle whatever you throw my way-” “You don’t have to, if you cooperate,” Seteth cut her off, surrounding her from the other side, standing next to Dimitri. “You tell us what we need to know…” he inhaled abruptly. He couldn’t believe he was actually about to suggest this. “And we’ll…feed you.” Seteth seethed, grim and embarrassed.

A pregnant silence. Eventually, she spoke, lifting her head. “And if I refuse?” Dimitri didn’t answer, uncovering a shining silver knife. She felt the heat of the holy water he’d doused it in without even making skin contact. She flinched. “...Ah. So it’s this, or you kill me. Or I starve to death,” (y/n) laughed, cruelly defeated. Her stomach roared and her mind beseeched for nourishment. These two were ideal when it came to their libido, her favourite toys overpowering her.

Exhaustion made its home under her skin, and she was lonely, and didn’t wish to die. “Fine,” she huffed, “I will allow you to feed me.”

Dimitri hoovered the blade over her neck. She mutely chirped, heart stammering in her chest. “Who sent you?” (y/n) frowned. “No one.” He slid it closer, almost touching her skin. She didn’t think she could handle the cut from a holy blade. The agony would be too great. “No one!” she repeated, frantic, “I am alone.” her confession was sorrowful, embarrassing to speak. “I travel, feed and live in solitude, away from the rest of my kind.” The answer dissatisfied him, but not enough to think her lying. Not when he’d made it known his threat was easily fulfillable.

He glimpsed at Seteth. The Reverend Father shakily exhaled, fighting the lustful thoughts clouding his mind, “Why did you come to Garreg Mach?” (y/n) kept her eyes on the ground, “I thought it fun to fuck with you.” Seteth sucked in an angered breath as Dimitri lowered the knife only to clutch her hair. “You’ve had your fun,” he spat, “now you’ll make up for all you’ve done to us.” Her expression stayed forbearing, indicating nothing but repugnance. “Or what? You’ll force your cock down my throat?” Dimitri’s jaw clenched, “I’ll do much worse.” The excitement that coursed through the succubus was mortifying for her. She was so incredibly famished she’d take anything they gave. Not that she’d divulge that.

Without warning Dimitri pushed his lips against hers, sighing at the sensation of her warm, smooth lips, how they moulded with his flawlessly. She didn’t kiss back immediately, choosing to keep a shred of self-respect for however long possible, but his taste of sweet buns and chamomile was so fucking good. Like biting into a crisp, fresh apple on a summer’s day, revitalising and delicious. It was disgraceful how quickly she moaned into the kiss - she, the succubus supposed to be able to stand things such as eros.

Dimitri nibbled her lower lip, his eyes shimmering with desire and disgust colliding like constellations in a cosmos far away. He ardently wished more than anything to extinguish the passion she established, yet he wanted just as earnestly to pursue it. He wasn’t meant to succumb to the ways of a lowly succubus, though he could no longer deny the overwhelming attraction she imbued or the way he longed to fuck her until she was nothing but a mindless toy for them, not the other way around. After a minute his lips abandoned hers, ocean eyes captivated by her panting. His kiss was short-lived. Too brief, she needed more.

Seteth furrowed his brows, eyelids closing as he felt his cock harden at once, impatient to taste her, too. He conceded he envied Dimitri’s ability to brutishly act. It was a reckless trait, yet one Seteth wished he could attain; at times such as these, he stressed too much for moralities when there were none to be had.

Had he not refrained enough? Wasn’t this an opportunity to alleviate these impure desires, thus cleansing his soul? The blame was not his, nor was it Dimitri’s. They’d be forgiven this transgression against their faith as long as it was done for the church’s sake. And it was - it was - this whore had much to atone for. Her crimes against them as individuals were severe and so she’d atone with her body. Her crimes against their sanctuary were even greater, but they’d figure out her punishment step by step.

Giving in to his desires Seteth grabbed her face, crashing his cold, reticent lips against hers. It only then occurred to him they didn’t know her name.

He shoved his tongue past her teeth dominating her mouth like a man slowly going mad. His kiss lasted longer and was more vigorous. The kiss of a widower, a recluse. A man falling into temptation after years of celibacy and seclusion.

Already, (y/n)’s energy began to replenish, but sheer kissing would never be enough to sustain her. Besides, after the ways she’d toyed with them she doubted they’d be satisfied with just this. Her muscles and bones ached from how long she’d been tied up, she had no idea how long it’d been since they deserted her to starve, but getting out of these restraints was her current plan.

She’d never submit to them but if it got her out of this circumstance, she’d pretend.

“Good girl,” Seteth whispered as he pulled away, unsure why the praise came so readily. She loured, feeling her pussy tighten at the remark. His lips tingled. He traced them with his finger, refraining from trembling, his cock begging to be unleashed from the confinement of his pants. A simple kiss affected him terribly.

“As long as you do as we say,” he declared, green eyes strangely tender as he looked at her, “We’ll keep you safe.” the sentence escaped him before he knew the words, taking them both by surprise. He still regarded her a seductress, a creature damned. But the fear in her eyes no matter how well concealed or how he tried to hate, humanised her.

(y/n) scoffed, “Safe?” she blew strands of red out of her face, “You wish me dead.” “Then give us a reason not to slit your throat this instant.” Her awareness returned to Dimitri, “Untie me.” “No.” An annoyed huff puffed through her nose, “I am weak. What good is there in fighting when my odds are so low? You are a fucking idiot if you think I’ll fight when I am this frail.” He didn’t believe her, clicking his tongue. Eyes darkly monitoring her while he drove the knife toward her body, “Very well,” he said, once Seteth nodded his head in dubious approval. The hallowed blade cut through the ropes confining her, relief instantly shooting down her spine. She moaned in bliss when the last of the rope was torn away, stretching her muscles in front of them, making a small show of it. She might as well try to enjoy this however she could, not every succubus got to successfully tempt two priests at once.

Wretched as it was, Seteth would miss how she seemed pliant all tied up, but once she dropped down on her pretty little knees in front of them and crawled to him with dutiful zeal he swallowed his dignity, any last moral constraints dissipating with the feeling of her hands around his cock, pumping the length after she’d undressed his trousers in no time flat.

This one time - and never again - he’d cave into lust.

The look she gave when she took him in her mouth was achingly arousing, her gifted tongue licking up the base to the tip, smiling deviously and lowering her head down his length, choking slightly on his size yet managing to devour it in its entirety.

“F-fuck,” Seteth groaned, biting his tongue, wincing - he hadn’t felt this good in an eternity. He feared he’d lose himself too deeply in this. His cheeks reddened with the bopping of her head in a steady, speedy motion, making his eyes roll back to his head every time he felt his disgracefully fast-approaching climax. He caught her hair, pulling it to move her head faster down his shaft, her tongue wrapping around his sensitive glands with a talent he could only attribute to her demonic heritage, the warmth of her throat squeezing him perfectly.

Moans and curses were quietly muttered under his breath - he was never one for being loud during sex - her stifled moans reverberated down his cock. Before long he firmly held her head down, his cum flooding her mouth. His semen seeped down her throat, feeding her with the delicious sexual energy she so deeply craved.

Dimitri watched on with envy, that darkness returning spawning covetousness in his heart. Silver blade in his hand, he tightened his grip watching her suck his Seteth dry like a common courtesan - he wasn’t sure why he felt this way, why he longed to be alone with her, or why the sight of her focusing on another man inspired these sinister thoughts to multiply, but he raged with jealousy.

Before she could take a moment to recover her breath, lips pulling away from Seteth’s cock and wiping the mix of her saliva and his cum from her chin, Dimitri grabbed her arm and pulled her into his lap. His cock was standing tall against her stomach. She hadn’t taken the adequate time to examine it last time, but up-close and in reality it was huge - Seteth was girthy and sizeable, but (y/n) could swear she’d never taken a man of Dimitri’s length before.

Admittedly, his cock daunted her, but more than that it thrilled her. They were keeping their end of the bargain, feeding her so well - and soon they’d be spent, drained of their energy, and she would go on her merry way smug and satisfied.

“You’re the biggest fucking whore I’ve ever seen,” Dimitri gruffly expressed, lifting her chin. Contemptible pride flickered in him when he noticed the purple markings of his fingerprints against her neck, still prevalent. She evoked strange emotions at his core - like he’d commit atrocities if it meant keeping her for himself. His eyes shifted to Seteth, who was panting from having the deepthroat of his life. Dimitri found himself drowning in spite, its source unknown to him.

He liked Seteth. Seteth was his friend and prior to that a near-parental figure of sorts. The church took Dimitri in from a young age and he grew up around the man, yet when it came to the slut in his lap he didn’t feel as inclined to share as he thought he would. The voices in his head screamed for him to claim her. To leave his irrefutable mark on her, so she’d eternally remember his name. The sanctified blade glistened in the low light, the holy water it was infused with bound to leave permanent scars on her should it pierce her flesh.

If he were sane, he’d drop the blade and simply fuck her - get what he’s here for and leave, never speaking of this with anyone and moving on with his quest to destroy Demon Lord Edelgard. But he embraced that he always had this insanity inside him, and she was to blame for bringing it out into the light; he’d been fine with suppressing it until she came along and ruined all those meticulous years of keeping his unhinged mind at bay. “Your name,” Dimitri stared into her eyes, “What is it?” “Like I’d tell you.” He held the knife up to her chest, the spike lingering above her heart. (y/n) was about to utter another snarky comment but the gleam in his eyes set suspense. It worried her, staring into the eyes of an unhinged man.

A short, burning sensation sparked at the site as he pressed the silver to her skin. She hissed then swallowed, tasting Seteth’s cum on her tongue. “...(y/n).” She really didn’t want to die.

Nevertheless, she cringed at her mistake. Names were crucial things for demons, and she fucked up by telling hers. She should’ve lied. (y/n). Dimitri smiled - only for a split moment - but enough for her to feel unease. Simultaneously, he appeared a little more handsome when he smiled. Or maybe she was just that horny already that she found anything attractive.

She just had to get out of this, then she’d be free. Surely they wouldn’t exploit her name. She was a problem, one they wanted to rid of; they were sure to release her. And if not, she’d be able to maim her way out as soon as these fools fed her enough to regain her strength. She relaxed, her hands reaching for his cock to feast off all the sexual vitality radiating off him, too, before finishing them off and leaving.

With a flash of silver, (y/n)’s scream of genuine agony sounded through the air when the holy blade made contact with her chest, one of his hands holding her wrists above her head as he pushed and pinned her down, his sturdy knee between her legs.

At first, Seteth and (y/n) both thought he was about to slay her, but it soon became apparent he was writing across her chest, just beneath her collarbones but above her breasts. She cried out like a banshee on a night before a massacre, Seteth cringed as he watched, feeling remorse for the cursed she-devil he knew he shouldn’t feel, but Dimitri’s acts were too brutal - he nearly intervened, but the wildness in Dimitri made him quit.

(y/n) begged for him to stop, the searing pain burning her chest, every letter carved into her unholy flesh sizzled as tears streamed from her eyes. (y/n) cursed her own anatomy, the way the pain soon turned to subtle pleasure as her pussy clenched around nothing, so completely at this mortal’s mercy. It shouldn’t be exciting, or thrilling - even for her. And yet it was, especially when she registered his twisted mutterings of ownership. “Please! Stop!” (y/n) angrily wept, shaking her head as she wheezed, her skin torrid. The piercing ache didn’t cease even after he put the knife aside and wiped the blood from the gashes, revealing his keepsake on her. In bold yet refined letters; DIMITRI.

Icy blues stared at the masterpiece with sick pride - a part of him, the sane fragments, felt pure revulsion with himself yet the wilder parts of him were thriving on the success this incited. Marking, to him, was a small victory, a sickening, twisted victory of ownership and her defeat. “Now you’ll never forget me,” he muttered.

In a way, he wasn’t the one succumbing now; rather he was punishing a demon for her sins, he was laying marks on her that would never fade so she’d never forget the weight of her crimes. He was punishing her corruption. This was justified. This was all justified - her divine penance for weeks of targeting their students, their livelihoods, their piety.

“Fuck. You.” She spat, her tone betraying her lust. He was a dangerous beast, but the danger and insanity made her blush and pussy drip.

Priesthood be damned, the Goddess was a lacking force in Dimitri’s life. He worshipped a Goddess who was silent and uncaring, no matter what Seteth, Rhea and other priests said; if she’s been indifferent to him thus far he couldn’t imagine she’d be watching him with any interest now.

The Goddess had better things to do than to worry about him.

When he snapped out of his melancholic thoughts of divine indifference, he saw her eyes staring up at him with aroused shock, breath soft and convalescing. His sudden possessiveness awoke something within her as well, something (y/n) wished had stayed dormant; an unimaginable urge to be claimed - to push this man to the edge and watch him snap from his obsession.

She’d always been independent, that wasn’t going to change. She abhorred this bloodied marking on her but in the heat of the moment it made her crave him more, to see how far he’d go to obtain the unobtainable. She would never be his, but she’d let him try. When he smashed his lips into hers he grimaced at the salty taste in her mouth, jealousy flaring back up. She closed her eyes in masochistic bliss as the fresh cuts on her chest became a passive, muted kind of pain, her legs wrapping around his waist, welcoming him to use her as a toy.

He messily pulled away, moving his lips down to her neck, biting like a man possessed, determined to mark and to taint and to claim. His spare hand played with her breasts, it was a carnal urge to showcase his dominance. A self-imagined rivalry over a demonic woman he didn’t even know. It was ridiculously delusional, he wasn’t in his right mind, but she was so enticing that he couldn’t listen to his conscience telling him this wasn’t right.

This was retribution.

Freeing her breasts and her wrists he pulled her back up, changing their position so she laid in between his legs and thrust into her mouth unannounced, his thick, glistening cock filled her until her jaw hurt, her ass hoisted up as she held onto his thighs for balance, her hips moving in rhythm with Dimitri’s unpretentious thrusts. She found she was unable to take his complete length, not like with Seteth, her muffled complaints and moans caused her to choke harder than she’d ever choked on a cock before, her spit pooling around her mouth as she gagged, more tears welling in her eyes.

Dimitri was rough, he fucked with hateful intent. And although she detested the notion of being dominated, she loved it all the same. Her pussy was soaked with slick and aching with an unbearable desire to be filled. She was desperate for a cock to fuck into her tight cunt, and her wishes came to fruition when Seteth’s tip aligned with her entrance. A slap resounded followed by another, then another, as he turned her ass red. With each spank she moaned into Dimitri’s cock, trying and failing to keep up with the pace the blond set, her hair pulled and tugged like a doll and nothing else, making her hunger quickly fade, replaced with gluttony.

“Nnngh, yes-” she cried as Seteth’s cock teased her dripping cunt, not yet penetrating her as she would like. The pleas came out quieted, her jaw and throat sore as Dimitri pushed her head down to the very edge of his dick, suffocating her. “Y-you’re taking me like the temptress you are,” Dimitri growled, “This is,” he swallowed thickly, “the only thing you’re good for. Taking our…our cocks and getting fucked.” Her mouth was otherworldly. He understood why Seteth came so swiftly - her lips were like rosebuds, consuming his length and wrapping around him so well.

Dimitri’s mind went blank as he chased his high, tugging her head down rapidly. She would’ve never been able to take him fully in her mouth of her own accord, his barbaric strength making her asphyxiate, unable to breathe even through her nose, his scruffy pubic hair tickling her face. Red-faced and horny she started hitting his thigh to convey her struggle, her frantic gagging alerting them. “I-isn’t this what you’re made for, slut?” Dimitri taunted, pulling her head up. The instant she could (y/n) took selfish gasps of air, her mouth dripping with his precum and saliva as Dimitri placed her hand over his dick, moving her palm to rub his wanting length.

She scowled, catching her breath. “I’m more than just something to be fucked-” her sentence ended with her voice rising to a shriek as Seteth thrust inside her warm cunt, nestled amongst her tight, soft walls. She huffed, the moan drawn from her the sluttiest yet as Seteth started to fuck her from behind, his nails sinking into her smooth, plump ass leaving crescents as he slowly lost himself in the pleasure. If her mouth was amazing, her pussy was heaven. She gently yet tightly coiled around his cock like she never wanted him to pull out, their bodies melted into one, his hips slapping against hers, the sinful sound of ruthless fucking tainting the sacred tombs.

(y/n) stared at Dimitri’s erect member in awe, having expected that face-fuck would sate him. She found herself at a loss when it didn’t. He was rigid as ever, cock dribbling with his arousal - she underestimated his stamina, but she wasn’t going to be defeated. With newly-found determination she pursed her breasts and wrapped them around his cock, massaging them, gasping with each one of Seteth’s thrusts. With kitten licks, she sucked his tip, slurping and weaponizing all her feminine allure to bring him over the edge. He closed his eyes and rasped, concentrating on the feeling of her tits enveloping his member in delicate bliss.

He moved his hips upright to match her movements as she squashed her silky breasts around him, moaning when he took them into his own hands, thumbs swirling over her nipples, the sensitive buds sending more shivers down her spine.

She wondered why she hadn’t fucked them sooner. The reason she fed off people in their dreams was to avoid pregnancy; she didn’t plan on bearing children; it was safer to snack on dreaming mortals than to risk their seed planting itself in her womb. The thought frightened her, realising that they might thoughtlessly cum inside her, but tried to calm down with the knowledge there were ways to prevent or even terminate a pregnancy if push came to shove - after she got out of this situation.

Fury swirled in her heart, still enraged Dimitri carved his name into her flesh, regardless of how the pain became the sweetest ecstasy and how delighted she got by his possessive boldness; but that, too, she’d find some way to rectify. Her plan was set in motion and going well enough - they were more energetic than she’d thought but nothing she couldn’t handle - she’d still escape and be free to live out the rest of her unnatural life how she pleased.

It helped that Seteth’s cock felt so wonderful and full inside her and that Dimitri’s shaft fit so snuggly between her tender bosom. It felt really amazing. She breathed, trembling. Then reminded herself it wasn’t that good.

Even if Seteth was sending waves of pleasure crashing down on her with how he rotated his fingers over her clit.

Dimitri exhaled, groaning and sapping as her expert titfuck threw him into throes of euphoria, bringing airy confidence to her - that she brought him to his knees. It was powerful to see how this enormous boar of a man was coming undone because of her tongue and tits alone.

His moans spurred her further, Seteth’s dick reaching the perfect parts of her pussy with desperation, mind-melting lust and skill only an experienced man could possess.

“Like that,” he whined, his huge hands over her smaller, delicate ones. Dimitri guided her hands to move around him exactly as he wanted, her tongue circling and suckling on his cockhead like a little lovely slut. Before long her breasts and face were covered in his cum, white semen flowing down her chest, mixing with the droplets of blood from her cuts, marbling. (y/n) licked her lips, staring into his eyes.

“Good slut…” he moaned, light-headed, “You’re - you’re our sweet, filthy…whore.” Dimitri struggled to enunciate his words, “You should be grateful that we’re being so kind.” There was another glint in his eyes, one which confused her. Tenderness. He put a strand of (h/c) hair behind her ear, her heart skipping a beat.

She presumed the dearest priest would finally soften, but before she could blink was hard once again, taking her breath away just in time for Seteth to speed up his assault on her greedy cunt, bruising her hips with his crude touch and rutting into her until she was gasping and clinging to Dimitri to keep herself upright, the nourishment they provided exquisite to her tastes.

He was close. She could feel it - his cock was pounding into her with an abandoned sense of rhythm, practically palpitating against her pussy. “You’re so fucking tight,” Seteth groaned, shifting so he was able to kiss her neck, leaving a few stray bites and kisses of his own to challenge the ones left by Dimitri. “You’re taking us so fucking well,” his praise continued to arouse her, her chest erupting aflutter at the sweet words - he’d been just as infuriated with her as Dimitri, their sudden shifts in attitude were confusing.

(y/n) assumed they’d lost themselves in their lust wholly by now and left it at that.

Seteth’s remarks made her yearn for more compliments, to do better, to please him and Dimitri until they couldn’t live without her cunt, until they saw her as their pretty slut no other woman could hold a candle to. She wanted to get the last say - felt encouraged to be the best lay they’d ever get and ruin them for anyone else.

That would be her greatest revenge.

(y/n)’s orgasm steadily approached with each frenzied plunge, Seteth’s finger grinding her clit bringing her closer to paradise. “Oh fuck yes,” she quivered, their shared pants and sounds of wet slapping skin drowned out her thoughts, “I’m so close…!” (y/n) stuttered as she gazed into Dimitri’s eyes, her hands wrapped around his shaft frantically jerking him, her lips lapping at his girth again to taste him more and more like the dick-hungry succubus she was.

“Don’t cum inside me!” she clamoured just as Seteth was moments from finishing, “Not inside!” her request was ignored, the older priest’s seed flooding her cunt. She felt that coiling pressure inside her abdomen ready to burst, only for his fingers to abruptly halt twirling her nub, cutting her off from the high of climax. (y/n) wheezed, her pussy covered in semen, sweat accumulating on her brow. Disappointment followed shortly, outraged to have had her orgasm ruined.

Seteth promptly recovered and pulled out, leaving a flow of white cum dribbling down her bruised thighs. ”You didn’t let me cum,” she whined, the building pressure of her would-be orgasm fading fast, making her pout. Seteth chuckled lowly, making her heart and pussy clench, desperate to be filled again. “You didn’t earn the right to cum, sweetheart.” He was floating in post-orgasmic bliss, savouring how good she made him feel, lost in the elation of fucking her.

Bastards. The both of them - how dare they not let her cum?

In a flash, Dimitri dragged her back into his lap, making her yelp as he held her over his massive length. She refused to show her apprehension about having that inside her, glaring as she rolled her hips over the crown of his cock, tempting and teasing the bastard. Priests made for excellent playthings. She tried to prepare by holding her breath when he roughly shoved her down - (y/n) didn’t get a chance to adjust and lower herself gradually down his shaft. The descent was painful and merciless despite having just been fucked by Seteth.

Dimitri had a beast of a cock.

Seteth was by no means a small man, but Dimitri had a dick that actual incubi struggled to come by. Her wanton moans bounced from the walls, mixing with Dimitri’s own as her body welcomed him, her wetness sucking him in and stretching to accommodate the intrusion, her stomach lightly stinging. (y/n)’s velvet walls enveloped him with soaked desire. Seteth’s semen pooled underneath them, flowing from her thighs as Dimitri stuffed the innermost parts of her core, her moans erupting into erratic screams. “Oh fuck!” The shrills of her pleasure made Dimitri flush, intoxicated by her vibrant reactions. She was too gorgeous for her own good, each sound she made enough to challenge the beauty of an angelic choir.

To think those sensual dreams where he never got his fill came to such a filthy conclusion with the object of his madness sitting so wonderfully atop his cock. She swore she could feel everything from his veins to the twitching of his girth, her muscles tensing with the arching of her back.

His calloused hands grasped her hips, she braced herself to have her cunt abused - it thrilled her, she wanted him so bad. The fear of becoming pregnant disappeared into the furthest corners of her mind. She vehemently needed Dimitri to pound her like a bitch in heat, to unleash his instincts and wreak havoc on her voracious body.

Without thinking she started rotating her hips to encourage him to move but was distracted when she felt her asshole throb, pursued by a stinging pain soaring through her making her holes tighten and causing her to weep, turning her head back to see Seteth’s cock piercing her ass.

“Ssssh,” Seteth soothed, his fingers nurturing her pink pearly buds, loving the softness of her breasts, “Be good and we’ll let you cum all you want.”

(y/n) drooled from the burning pleasure, her tiny body trembling. She was almost completely full - physically and metaphorically. She wondered if there was such a thing as overdosing on lust.

“I hate - nngh…ah…I hate you both you, horrid bastards,” her insults were washed away with her whorish mewls. “What’s this?” Dimitri asked, not paying any heed to her lying remarks, pressing his palm against her abdomen. Her digits gripped his hair, tugging. She had to keep her mouth from gaping aghast, seeing the small bulge where his cock was situated inside. She only understood after several seconds he wasn’t referring to the monstrous bulge but to the pink tattoo across her womb.

(y/n)’s cheeks turned cherry red, looking away to avoid his intense stare. The young priest tsked, grabbing her chin to face him, “I won’t ask again.” “A breeding mark,” her tone was feeble, her breaths shallow. She felt plagued with restless frustration. Why weren’t either of them moving? “It glows when…I’m impregnated,” she sighed, about to lift her hips but Dimitri held her down.

The blond hummed, tracing the elaborate patterns with his fingertips, mesmerised. “A breeding mark...” He muttered, lifting her waist and then slamming her brutally against his hardened length, milliseconds later Seteth started pounding into her smooth ass.

Dimitri’s gaze remained on the tattoo the entire time. Whispers in his mind begging him to fuck her full of his cum, to fill her up, to impregnate her. What should be a terrifying thought - to have a child with a literal creature from hell - registered in his mind as something to aspire for.

She looked so beautiful like this, her stomach bulging with his cock, the mark imprinted on her stomach magnificent in its glory, beseeching to glow, to be swollen with his offspring. His subconscious shouted for him to stuff her until she overflowed, to make her as obsessed with him as she’d forced him to become with her. He wanted her in alarming ways, bouncing her up and down his cock faster and faster, her walls clinging to him like they wanted to milk him of all the seed he had. Her slutty little body wanted his child.

It’s what she deserved - to go through the same torment she put them through. That ache of longing for nightfall to see her again despite fighting with their sanity and the guilt of somehow, in some way, betraying the Goddess by surrendering to (y/n)’s ways. He wanted her to become dependent on him, to feel as needy as he was. It hadn’t been a lie when he claimed he wished to rid of the problem, but just as a coin had two sides, Dimitri wasn’t able to let go of her and the passion she instilled.

He felt half-dead for many years, and only she granted him temporary escape. How could he just let that go? He couldn’t do that - nor could he bring himself to kill her, or reveal her existence to the Archbishop to do with as she pleased. The idea of anyone else getting to see her aside from him and Seteth made the feral man growl. The sound had (y/n)’s walls fluttering as she rode him, aggressively biting down on her lip as Seteth penetrated her ass, caressing her bouncy breasts and whispering violent praises.

It was beginning to get too much for the touch-starved succubus. She felt her mind faze in and out of haziness. They were overfeeding her with no end in sight. The men she’d been with prior never lasted this long, never felt so starved for her body as they did. (y/n) wondered if this is what heaven felt like, full of dick and feeling extraordinarily desired.

Dimitri’s eyes peeked right through her, making her blush like an innocent schoolgirl - so unlike her, so embarrassing yet his assertiveness and how he was impaling her on his cock made it more intimate than it was supposed to be.

She thought she would melt when Seteth and Dimitri set a united pace, pumping her simultaneously and so well. She thought she might just break, her body absolutely teeny compared to these tall, strong men caging her in their shared embrace. “You’ve driven me insane,” Dimitri confessed, voice scornful but enamoured, bringing his lips closer to hers, centimetres apart. He shivered as he entered in and out of her pleading core. “So utterly insane…” she felt more sweat clinging to her, dripping down her face. (y/n) squirmed, placing her hand over his, moaning like the queen of whores at how he practically was tearing her apart. His cockhead kissed her cervix grinding against the entrance of her womb, trying to pry its way inside every crevice of her cunt. If that happened, she thought she’d truly die.

It was so fucking exhilarating and seemed so right.

The burning she initially suffered from Seteth’s cock drilling into her ass died down into a pleasant overwhelming tingle, her pussy dripping with juices that coated Dimitri’s shaft in a layer of sheen, her body and mind struggling to comprehend the bliss.

Seteth’s groans and Dimitri’s moans were a melody (y/n) wouldn’t mind listening to eternally. Passion became them - enraptured all three of their hearts and souls, intertwining them forever.

Just as (y/n)’s mind was floating away, Dimitri’s voice summoned her to reality, “I’m - fuck, fuck, fuck,” he wailed, then astutely inhaled, “I’m going to cum inside you,” alarms should’ve rang in her head, she should’ve ardently refused, should’ve screamed in his face to not even dare - Seteth’s cum posed her enough of a pregnancy threat.

She didn’t do any such thing.

Her pussy begged for Dimitri’s semen, body and mind in agreement regarding how good that would feel, for this thick, long shaft to release its load inside her womb. To seal her up. She tried, but couldn’t focus on anything but that.

Her slit was drenched, the rising pressure of another orgasm upcoming. Throwing her arms around his chest she squeaked - Seteth fucking her ass as Dimitri penetrated her cunt was too much. Both men were ravenous, bucking in her like they’d die tomorrow. “I’m going to,” his speech slurred, girth twitching violently, “Make you unable to live without-” he rasped, “-me.” The possessive statements stirred (y/n)’s lust-clouded mind. She happily clung to him as she moaned, nodding her head with surprising enthusiasm.

Ivory hips ground against his cock, (y/n)’s body tremoring, craving his essence to paint her womb white.

“You’re mine,” he howled, fingers digging into her hips leaving even more purple marks. (y/n)’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Dimitri disregarded Seteth’s irritated glare over her shoulder. “I’m going to - fuck - I’m going to make you…make you mine-” Dimitri found himself unable to focus, his cock desperate to breed this excellent pussy.

Just when (y/n) thought she couldn’t feel fuller, she screeched, throwing her head back violently cumming as he punctured her cervix, fucking through the barrier straight into her womb, the bulge in her stomach deepening as she sobbed, eyes watering profusely.

It hurt so fucking bad, but it felt amazing. “Yes! Oh yes, yes, yes-” she stuttered out, “Cum inside me! I want you both to fill me - fill me up until I’m overflowing” (y/n) felt her psyche follow suit with the shattering of her body.

Dimitri had done the impossible by fucking straight into her uterus - and Seteth’s dick made her hole convulse, stretching out her ass as it’d never been stretched before. She needed them to turn her into their little personal whore. She wanted this - wanted them - forever. She wanted to be wanted by them forever.

“Just like that-” Seteth huffed, his hips snapping into hers, “such a good girl, pretty little slut,” his mind fogged with ardour long ago, loving everything about her and how they’d broken her into submission.

Dimitri lost to his bestial side as well, and yet Seteth understood it perfectly, both men’s instincts screaming to breed her.

To keep her.

(y/n) was a wanton mess of fluids and sin, close to climaxing once again. Moments before she and Dimitri came together she gasped in horror when he paused. Then, he hungrily thrust into her again offering no explanation, but each time he sped up and her walls tightened he’d abruptly stop until she anguished and whined.

“Stop it,” Her (h/c) hair stuck to her forehead, framing her sweaty, naked body perfectly. She truly looked the part of a sexual goddess.

Blasphemy, Dimitri realised; he was committing blasphemy. But as he reached out and stroked (y/n)’s cheek, rubbing circles over her womb with his other hand he felt at peace. More than the actual Goddess ever made him feel with her absence.

She watched him with wide, beseeching eyes, whimpering for his heated touch, “Please let me cum.” “Say you’re mine,” he demanded, “that you’ll be mine.” “Ours,” Seteth’s angered voice called out, the two holding each other’s stares before Dimitri begrudgingly resigned. “Ours. Say you’ll be ours, and we’ll let you cum as much as you like,” Seteth seductively whispered, “We’ll make you cum until you lose your mind.”

The saint had nothing against sharing their precious demon whore, but he would not be ignored or allow Dimitri to steal her for himself.

“Yours! I’m yours, all yours-” She cracked, nodding and imploring. She’d do anything, “Please just let me cum! I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t- If I can’t-” “You’re going to lose your mind regardless,” Seteth smiled pecking her neck, biting softly into the sweet spot, “As you made us lose ours.” Dimitri sighed with contentment - the speed at which he fucked her now was incomparable to what came before, (y/n)’s long (h/c) hair bouncing with every movement, her cervix battered by this bestial man.

Maybe she did want to be theirs - to belong to someone at long last, to just belong. Who else would fuck her this well, feed her so good that she felt like she was overdosing? Who else would be able to fuck her womb? She didn’t think she could find pleasure like this again.

She cried joyfully in reckless abandon as she finally came, rolling her hips instinctively and yelling how she wanted their cum to breed her as they fucked her through her high. Seconds later another orgasm assaulted her core, cunt twitching uncontrollably. “Fuck me! Fuck me just like that! Harder! Impregnate me! Oh Goddess breed me please,” The breath was sucked out of her when Dimitri came inside her, her lips meeting his in a tight embrace, their tongues dancing.

No thoughts swam through her mind, just how much she wanted them - Seteth and Dimitri, her lovers. She’d willingly be theirs as long as they kept fucking her.

“More,” she cried, “more! I need, need more-ah!” Seteth admired the curve of her ass, the beauty of her back and how silky her (h/c) hair was - running his fingers through the strands, feeling his soul nearly leave his body as he violently came, his essence leaking from her ass onto the sacred ground.

The sensation of hot cum entering her womb and flooding her ass broke whatever semblance of sense she had, the notion of being full and pregnant seemed comforting and enticing, now. They were going to get her pregnant, oh fuck, she was fixating on how good it’d feel to find out she was with child. She must be, after tonight. He came so much - both of them did.

They didn’t pull out or stop pivoting into her until they felt their cocks go soft.

She caressed her belly, some cum leaked from her cunt, the green floor stained with their fluids. Dimitri and Seteth placed her down carefully, lovingly.

Never had she ever been fucked so well.

“You’re so beautiful,” the words left Seteth’s mouth before he could stop them. Dimitri hummed in agreement, chest glistening with sweat, “Such a good pliant whore for us, and only us.” Seteth reached down to trace her lips with his thumb, (y/n) opened up her mouth and sucked his fingers thoughtlessly. He groaned.

He was getting hard again.

Dimitri ran his fingers through her hair, “The most extraordinary woman I’ve ever met,” he sweetly confessed, “I hate how you make me feel. I never want you to stop.” He pecked her forehead. He never wanted to let her go. He both hated and adored her.

As they sat, Seteth kissed her, full of passion and emotions he hadn’t realised he still had, loving how eagerly she kissed him back. The mint-haired man kissed his way down her body to her abused, overflowing cunt. He kissed her clit, watching her shiver.

He jammed his fingers into her hole, her writhing body so endearing and adorable. Dimitri stroked her hair, considering how he felt about her. He should hate her - that’s what this was, right? Hate-fucking? But as he stared at her spent form and the tattoo over her womb he felt his heart skip a beat, wanting to own this woman, to have her be his - “theirs” - for as long as he lived. Didn’t he earn the right for something of his own? Hadn’t he lost enough?

Seteth guided her through another orgasm, then another, until she was a sleepy mess on the floor. As she cried out, squirting over Seteth’s hand, Dimitri kissed her. They picked her up, sharing a speechless glance before spreading her between them in a spitroast.

All too happily despite how tired she was (y/n) opened her mouth, tongue sticking out greedily to taste Seteth . Her sacred whimpers made the priests hold her with a protective air, Dimitri stuffing her womb again. “More…!” she wept, licking at Seteth’s shaft and taking him into her mouth, letting him fuck her face with vigorous ferocity. “You’re perfect,” Seteth professed, “So perfect, so good, so stunning, our gorgeous succubus- oh Goddess -” he clenched his teeth, thrusting down her throat, loving how well she sucked his dick. It was mind-blowing and utterly addictive.

Dimitri was feverishly pounding inside her, their cum and her juices were escaping her by the load and it was impossibly hot to see the whore they turned her into.

“Please cum inside me again!” she pleaded momentarily pulling away from Seteth’s cock only to devour his length again, twirling her ass to entice Dimitri to reach his orgasm as he sucked in a breath, laughing, “I will,” he vowed, slapping her ass and tugging her hair back, her moans vibrating on Seteth’s cock and making the man groan, zoning in and out.

“I can’t wait for you to be swollen with my child,” he exclaimed, roaring like a lowly beast, loving how well she clenched at the notion. She nodded her head and muttered muffled moans, sucking Seteth with increased determination and trying to match Dimitri’s thrusts.

Primal instincts pleaded for her to get impregnated, to become the mother of their children. Her womb pleasantly tingled at the thought, desperation seeping from her. “Breed me!” she begged, mouth still around Seteth’s cock, “Pwea-sse” she choked from her attempt to speak, gagging but kept going, pulling her head up, lapping at his tip, “Please! Yes, yes, yes, fill me until I’m pregnant! I want your babies, I want to be pregnant, please-” she was sobbing, “I want to have both your children, as many as you want!” Seteth felt his own cock twitch at her wanton display, shoving her head back down his length and thrusting dangerously, filling her mouth with salty cum.

“You’re ours, ours to fuck, ours to use and ours to breed, our perfect little slut.” the possessive degradation relieved Dimitri’s inner beast, his mind conjured visions of what his baby might look like, feeling no remorse for breeding a succubus.

With a final, aggressive thrust he came inside, their joint moans heard even in the cathedral above, unbeknownst to them.

Seteth held her up as she trembled and twitched, Dimitri refusing to pull out until her womb consumed every drop of his sperm. Once he was done, breathing heavily, the two priests held her close, all laying on the floor, trying to calm down.

As clarity returned, Seteth felt the shame taint his soul, realising how far he had fallen from his virtue. For a man who took his faith and position in the church vehemently, he permitted impurities and lust to defeat him. But one look at (y/n), fucked-out with a cute smile on her face, swollen lips and flowing tresses surrounding her made him grin, stroking her face, he loved touching it. Although shame swam through his veins, he placed his hand on her abdomen, staring fondly as it gradually lit up, starting to glow.

He shouldn’t want to keep a demon for himself, they weren’t supposed to be doing this. But as she stared at them with doe (e/c) eyes he felt his heart soften at the notion of having another child.

His love for Flayn was immense, and he’d always desired another baby, but his wife died before they could attempt it. It was sacrilegious but he felt an inherent need to protect and defend (y/n), to keep her safe. To hoard her for only his - and Dimitri’s - eyes.

“It seems she’s with child,” Seteth informed Dimitri, who looked on with a wild, excited gaze, “I wonder whose she’ll have.” “Mine,” Dimitri growled, “I can sense it’s mine.” Seteth sighed, exhausted and finding Dimitri vexing yet somewhat amusing. Well, they’d sealed their fates, anyhow. Morals aside, they couldn’t let her go now she was pregnant, now that they claimed her. “We’ll see.” “I’m pregnant…?” she gasped, barely part of the conversation, her mind too clouded with lust and bliss to be alert, fingers finding their way to her womb, stroking the glowing tattoo happily, “I’m…going to have a baby…” she was afraid, but as she felt her eyelids lower, drifting off to sleep, she knew she was safe. Their lives had taken a turn for the unknown but she knew that they were going to take care of her. And perhaps all this time she’d yearned for just that. To be taken care of. To be loved.

Dimitri gruffly crossed his arms, pulling her body to his chest, now asleep and snoring soundly. “It’s infuriating how she looks like an angel when she sleeps,” Seteth nodded. She really did. “We’ll have to move her somewhere safe.” “Yes, we will. You won’t…” Dimitri paused, heart heavy, “You won’t tell the Archbishop about her, will you?” Seteth gripped his hand into a fist, cursing himself and his lechery. “No. I won’t.” He hated himself more than ever for what he dug himself into, for the lies he was going to be spewing to the woman he trusted like a sister. But it was for the best, at least for now until they…domesticated their little Succubus.

Although Seteth had no queries about keeping her to only themselves.

“But we’ll figure that out later.” Dimitri hummed, tracing the cuts on her chest, “(y/n)…” her name tasted of summer berries and maple. Sweet yet tart on his tongue when he said it. His (y/n).

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dboliklover · 2 years

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Now that I am slowly returning to the writing sphere; how has everyone been doing? I'll likely be posting more frequently on @yanderedarlings after I finish posting the Shu x reader series, but fret not; I'll still write for the Dialover fandom.

It's only that on my yandere blog I can write for a variety of fandoms, and I feel like I've soft-locked this particular blog to Dialovers only. Would love to hear some feedback as well regarding the recent fics I've been posting <3

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A sequel to my other work, 'The Perfect Wife'. Please read that one first, lest you be confused reading this by itself. Part of a series I wrote for a wonderful anonymous commissioner. Contact me at [email protected] if you're interested in commissioning me. Or DM me. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, this work gets quite dark. (Y/N) finds herself at a loss when she realises she's pregnant with her captor's baby. Shu struggles with emotions.

MDNI, DARK CONTENT AHEAD. (NON-CON, IMPREGNATION, PREGNANT SEX, BLOOD KINK, ABUSIVE THEMES, YANDERE.)

Chirping crickets, for many, were a soothing sound. This was not the case for a certain blue-eyed vampire who, as he laid in bed, believed that the most soothing sounds were the ones that escaped his wife’s lips. Her tiny snores, her sighs, her moans, her whimpers, her screams...they all filled him with such ecstasy that something as mundane as birds, crickets nor even his beloved orchestral music would ever sound remotely enjoyable to his ears again. Her warmth was also something he found himself drawn to. He was a being of frigid frost; his veins icy and skin deathly cold. Warmth was a rarity to experience and he embraced her mortality for his own pleasure and comfort, basking in the knowledge this woman was now his wife.

Shu Sakamaki was used to sleeping alone, used to being alone; his entire existence he’d been a solitary creature devoid of love or affection. Not anymore. Now, he had someone to take care of him as a dutiful wife should - even if it took more time, effort and punishments to get her to that point.

Before (Y/N), he found the noise of a beating heart irritating. At that moment, however, Shu listened to the steady rhythm with increased fascination, holding her to him to feel her body heat on his glacial skin. This felt...nice. Significantly more so than he’d assumed it would feel to sleep beside someone as lively and soft as she was. Pride filled his chest as his deep azures glanced over the marks and bruises covering her skin like a painted canvas of which he was the masterful artist; these cuts and wounds proved to all eyes that she was his wife.

Beautifully and completely his. Even if she wasn’t perfect yet, she would grow into the role; she had no other choice but she certainly captured the air of perfection and domestic rapture when she slept. No woman, especially no mortal, could compare to his choice of woman. She was going to take care of him, his desires and needs and in turn, he, too, would care for her; and in that way, Shu was determined to achieve the family he never had, proper and loving.

Thoughts traversed to the night before, the punishment. He had to bite back the pleasured groan brought by the fresh memories, his sadistic heart relishing in what occurred. Of course, it would’ve been preferable that she behaved and thus would’ve never experienced such a harsh punishment, but he learnt long ago not to cry over spilt milk. What was done was done; (Y/N) made her decision when she resolved to leave him and had to face the consequences of her actions, though he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the look of pure torment on her sweet face forever etched into his mind. She looked celestial when she wept for his forgiveness. Shu was hopeful that she would learn from this experience and learn to do better by him in the future - this marriage was significant to him and it ought to mean everything to her, too. If he had it his way - and he would - she’ll become the pristine image of a devoted wife, willing and pliant for his every desire. The mere notion was enough to make his grasp on her tighten, his eyes closing and throat swallowing dryly to ease his oncoming arousal. He didn’t care if she was unwilling now, because he knew she would eventually succumb to her womanly vices and lust after him; it was in a woman’s inferior nature to fall easily, but he couldn’t help thinking he might miss her pleas against being forcibly fucked by him, those turned him on more than he cared to admit.

Unfortunately, Shu acknowledged that one measly punishment would not be enough to break her spirits down enough; a frustrating sentiment, but one that he wasn’t stupid enough to ignore. He loathed having to place effort and waste time in most matters, but he supposed this wasn’t ‘wasting’ time when it was crucial and he derived some enjoyment out of it. Still, the sooner she fully submitted to him the better for them both.

Abruptly, his thoughts were interrupted by the change in her heartbeat’s pace, a huff of annoyance leaving him at the realisation she was awake, her body instinctively swaying away from his. His embrace tightened, much to her chagrin, and the way her body tensed filled him with discontented pride - on one hand, she was trying to shimmy from his grasp, but on the other, he eased in the knowledge that she was afraid of him, of what he could do to her if he wanted to. Last night revealed merely a silther of his strength - Shu knew that the previous night’s events were bound to affect her by dosing her in apprehension. Wives should respect their husbands, and the only kind of respect Shu acknowledged was bred through trembling fear. Perhaps now she’ll understand he is not a force to reckon with. Maybe she won’t try to do something as troublesome as escape again.

Whilst her punishment lessened his rage regarding her wrongdoings, the subtle pit of wrath remained and feasted on the panicked look upon her (s/c) face when her eyes met his. “I-” she stuttered out, her voice hoarse from all the screaming mere hours ago, “I need to go to the bathroom.” Shu groaned, dissatisfied. “No.” “Please,” she swallowed, staring up at him with wide, nervous eyes. “I need to. I...I won’t be long, just...need to go.” He pauses, sighing with a roll of his eyes, pressing her nude frame closer to his own; she shuddered against him, fighting the urge to push him away. She was smart enough not to, and so he gave her kudos for that - the punishment did her well. Satisfaction swelled in him as he felt her shivering, heart beating in a gradual frenzy with every second spent in his arms. She’d learn to enjoy his embrace, someday, but he didn’t care whether she liked it now. He noted her legs were crossed, a pained expression etched on her face whenever her pelvis shifted; assumingly her body burnt with aching flames, her injuries setting. “Fine,” he eventually granted, “You can go.” The soft sigh of relief was hard to ignore as she pulled away from him - the covers unfurling to reveal her battered body in its beaten excellency; Shu smirked. Her body belonged to him. “Not so fast.” He declared just as she was about to rush out of their shared bed towards the ensuite bathroom - her spine tensed, she dared not meet his eyes nor speak, waiting instead for him to continue and - assumingly - holding back the urge to run. “Come here.”

Shu believed there was no point in wasting words; he said only what needed to be said, and nothing more. His thoughts were his own, he felt no need to share them unprompted. With extreme hesitation, his wife made her way across the bed to his side at a snail’s pace. Seeing his grimace, (Y/N) gulped taking bolder steps until she reached him, thighs clenched together, covered in his dried blood-stained semen. His eyes bore into hers with a burning intensity before a smirk graced his lips and he brought her wrist to his mouth, kissing the tender flesh, pleased with how her body jumped at his every movement. She would love him eventually, but for now fear was just as great of a motivator for her to behave.

With unusual mellowness, his fangs pierced her the skin, drawing blood his tongue then collected like the sweetest nectar, her whimpers a graceful melody. When he was satisfied he pulled away, getting out of bed. “Let’s go.” “What?” she breathed out, taking a small step back. “I can...I can go alone, I won’t be too long.” Shu ignored her pitiful attempts at repelling him from joining her, grabbing her arm he dragged her toward the bathroom, “You really a troublesome woman.” Reluctance plagued her steps, the idea of cleaning herself up was likely still appealing to her given her slovenly state but if her hesitation revealed anything, the thought was just a little less tempting now that he decided to accompany her.

She was fortunate that waking up beside her warmth placed him in such an agreeable mood - in the future, he’d allow her to walk to the bathroom at her own leisure, however, he couldn’t yet trust her to be by herself even if she was only metres away. Besides, he liked taunting her. And so, Shu leaned against the bathroom doorway, his earphones in as he listened to his music on low volume whilst watching her clean the blood and cum off her tainted skin. Her discomfort was evident, afraid of doing anything that might upset him lest it bring her more pain, the punishment still fresh in her scarred mind. He didn’t move a muscle to try and assist her as she wiped herself of filth, choosing instead to simply observe. Shu admired her naked body in the harsh bathroom light; the curve of her hips, the skin of her thighs, scratched and cut, the bruises around her neck from the choking and chain he kept around her neck for the days she spent alone in the dungeon. His wife was a masterpiece - one meant only for him like a secret symphony, to be played and altered however he so pleased.

She likely realised by now that she would never get away from him. Until she learnt her place definitively he wouldn’t even allow her stolen moments of solitude.

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Routines, like most things, were seen as boring by the Sakamaki heir - but now he found himself somewhat thankful for them. Two weeks passed since the consummation of his marriage and in that time (Y/N) settled into somewhat of a habit. She spent her days lounging around his room with him when he was there, reading or doing whatever it was she desired (provided she did not try to leave his bedroom he didn’t care what she asked him to bring her or what interests she cared to take up) when he was absent. Every day, the servants would bring her meals upon a silver platter; anything she could possibly crave, she was given - promptly, in silence, social contact limited so that the only one she was able to speak to was her husband. Thrice a day like clockwork her meals were delivered.

The lack of socialising and captivity within Shu’s room mellowed the miserable woman as the days dragged on in dullness and despair. None of which Shu worried about, the only thing he minded was that she obeyed; and, much to his pleasure, she’d done well. There were a few problematic slip-ups followed by minor punishments, he saw it as his job as her husband to correct her behaviour. She hadn’t tried to leave again, the most she’d done was regain some valour to stand against him when he tried to be intimate; a few times where she tried to shove him away or struggled a little bit too intensely, or one time during the first week when she locked herself in the bathroom and refused to come out under any circumstance. At worst, it was a nuisance to deal with but he could at least say he hadn’t felt that exact simmering rage since the night she foolishly tried to run.

Her punishments were primarily psychological than they were physical - though the fact she still required occasional violence was a given; he couldn’t let her forget that he could murder her like he could kill an ant; a single tug of his hand and she could be dead and gone - notwithstanding, he didn’t want to beat his wife bruised and bloody too often. He did love her, after all, and chose her for a reason; everything he did was for the good of their future. Patience was something Shu possessed, albeit reluctantly.

When she spoke out of line he withheld her meals, let her starve and feel excruciating thirst until she’d heartfully apologise, preferably on her knees in front of him, after which he’d push her to use that spiteful mouth of hers to gratify him, which inherently always turned into his fingers pulling her (h/c) tresses as he fucked her face, shoving his cock down her throat mercilessly, forcing her to swallow every last drop of his cum, punishing her further if she failed. Alternatively, he would leave her alone for hours - sometimes days - at a time if she did something to especially incite his wrath. She’d be locked in her old room with no way out, not even able to set her sights upon the servants who’d come to ensure she wouldn’t starve. Under times of (Y/N)’s punishments, they opened the door only enough to slide the food tray in and lock it again as quickly as they could. His goal was simple; to make her see that she should devote herself to him, to their marriage, future and, eventually, to their children. That he was the only person she could confide in, seek out.

She existed for him; that, to him, was her only purpose in life. It was his right as her husband, as her owner and superior to take her body whenever he wanted it, to fuck her and hurt her if he wished it and it was her duty as his wife, his belonging and his pet to take it all with gratitude. She was chosen by him to have a position worthy of envy, her marriage to him excelled her into high vampiric society if only in name, as the day he’d allow anyone too close to his wife would be a cold day in hell. Nevertheless, Shu was willing to surround (Y/N) with luxuries he cared little for; she could have any materialistic thing she wanted provided she accepted him for all he was, every flaw and malignant bone in him. And his efforts appeared to be working; she was more yielding, these days. Spoke less unless spoken to, cowered in his presence and bit back sharp remarks he knew were bubbling in her chest. She craved his presence more, letting herself be held at night without incident, though her stiffness never lessened.

Her subservience was appreciated, but he knew it still did not stem from a place he wanted it to - fear was a powerful motivator and he stood by his belief that wives ought to fear their husbands, but more than that he desired her love; the one thing (Y/N) refused to give. Shu understood that perhaps it was too early in their marriage for the fear to turn to love but the longer it took the worse his frustration became. She was supposed to love him. And she would, he had no doubt about that, there’d come a day when she would no longer be able to imagine her life without him, wouldn’t be able to breathe without him beside her. But that time had not yet arrived, and it was a slow-paced venture; she was developing a fondness for him but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough for him, he needed more from her. Always more.

After a life devoid of love hadn’t he deserved to be cherished by his wife? Worshipped like his mother did his father, in her own way? For Karlheinz, Beatrix endured the sufferings Cordelia tormented her with; if his mother had been able to survive the worst for her marriage, so could his own wife do the same for him. (Y/N) was doing well, but in life few things went the way he wanted. He’d left (Y/N) in their bedroom, attending to some “important” matters imposed upon him by his father that he couldn’t shift onto Reiji for once. He was eager to return to his wife, parched for a drop of her blood but was greeted by a distasteful sight upon arrival.

He never paid much mind to the servants that brought his wife’s meals - they were worker ants with a singular purpose. Now he wished he had considered them more thoroughly. With his arms tensely crossed he stood by the bedroom door, dull blue eyes lethally glaring into the back of a male servant who dared pay his wife too much attention. It took far too long for her to notice his presence, irking him to no end; she was his wife, she was meant to notice his entrances from far away, her attention was supposed to be on him and him alone at all times; so to see her smiling at another man, especially such a weak and pathetic excuse for a creature felt like a horrid insult. Slighted, Shu waited for the wretched man to turn around, his usually apathetic face barring a stone-cold expression of contempt that immediately shook the human servant to his very core, instantly regretting gazing upon his superior’s wife, even if it had been a genuinely friendly act with no nefarious intent, the fact the eldest son kept his wife in the custody of his room should’ve been enough to warn the servants never to anger him. This pathetic ant did, and Shu found it terribly bothersome; pent-up fury seethed, every single thing he’d ever lost in his life flashing before his eyes, a painful ache in his chest at the notion of ever losing (Y/N) to some worthless waste of space. She was the one thing he would never release from his grasp - nothing would take her away from him, dangerous jealousy clawing at his psyche as his gaze pierced the man dead, who gulped, bowing his head in ashamed trepidation. “You seem to be enjoying yourselves.” “Lord Sakamaki, I-” Before the servant could finish his sentence the breath was knocked from his lungs, back thrown against the wall. Shu stood over him, apathetic. (Y/N)’s alarmed shriek ricocheted off the walls, begging Shu to stop, that it wasn’t the servant’s fault, that she was to blame - yet the words died on her tongue, the fear of another punishment kept her from truly defending the servant’s innocence, loathing her husband’s brutality but being too afraid to challenge him. Shu was terrifying when he truly wanted to be - she’d learnt that the hard way. Her need for survival overcame her desire to help the unfortunate man, fearful of her own fate should she try a further transgression. So she stood there and hopelessly urged him to stop, words drowned out by his violence. Time moved too fast and too sluggish; she was crumbling, losing her sanity. “You are such a shameless whore,” Shu growled out, his eyes drifting from the coward in the corner of the room to her emerald hues, filled with possessive spite. She flinched. “Shu-” “Don’t.” She gulped, eyes wide as she leaned against the wall at the other side of the room, shaking inconsolably. All she did was smile at a servant boy - they didn’t even speak. Regardless, it was enough to fuel the flames of hell in Shu’s chest. The truth, one (Y/N) would never be privy to, was that he was terrified of losing her. He felt like he’d emotionally crumble if something happened to her; not death or circumstance and especially not a weak human coward would steal her from his clutch. Their wedding vows sealed her destiny. He just needed to teach her a lesson, again.

Shu pulled out a knife from the bedside table, turning to the servant who pleaded for his life, begging falling on silent ears. “This is your fault, (Y/N),” He rarely ever used her name, “Everything that’s about to happen to him wouldn’t be happening if you weren’t so hungry for another man.” She shook her head, crying. “No, please I-” she choked, her heart pounding bitterly. She was the reason this man was going to die. Worthless apologies left her lips, ignored. ‘Sorry’ couldn’t undo the ache in his chest. She needed to feel as hurt as he was.

Shu was a patient man - if nothing else, he was more patient than his brothers. But that patience was limited, and when it came to something like this - something he saw as a betrayal - that patience crumbled into vengeance. Underneath layers of apathy, he was furious. This anger was rarely exhibited before he found (Y/N), even when violence was needed of him; but now he had something to fight for, to cling to - she was the catalyst that set his emotions in motion. It felt good to feel again - but it was in equal parts a curse for both himself and for (Y/N). He wanted this to disturb, wanted this to scar her, to be a constant reminder of what he’ll do if she misbehaves - if she disappoints him. His mother was faithful to Karlheinz, but he wasn’t so illusioned to believe all women made faithful wives. Cordelia proved to everyone that women could be temptress sluts, and he’d never allow (Y/N) to transform into that. That meant keeping her here, away from provocations. Away from other men. Women were irrational creatures.

He’d keep her until he grew bored of her, though given the intensity of feelings she sparked in him, he doubted that would ever happen.

Screams flooded the room as the scent of blood filled (Y/N)’s nostrils, for once - not her own. The smell of the servant’s blood did nothing to appease Shu, who scrunched his nose in mild disgust. Even his blood was rotten. (Y/N) dared not intervene, closing her eyes. “Look.” Shu’s tone was absolute. The blade dug into the man’s face, a sickening squelch heard as Shu cut his eyes out of his head, the mortal man unable to fight back due to his weaker constitution. Shu’s expression was lifeless as he tormented the man without a shred of guilt. He felt entirely justified; the man got too brazen with his wife, and Shu wasn’t willing to share.

In sickness or in health,

It wasn’t as slow a death as Shu would’ve liked to give him, but (Y/N) couldn’t be left unpunished for this slight, either. And so he scooped out the man’s eyes, the bloody mess dripping on the floor and coating Shu’s face and shirt, the human servant writhing on the ground, choking on his own plasma. Shu grinned at the sight. He deserved this. With a final slash, the man fell limp, gargling before silence filled the bedroom, the man, once alive, now merely an eyeless corpse with a slit throat. With a cling the knife fell to the floor as Shu stood back up from his handiwork, bloodied and stained. (Y/N) shivered in the corner, horrified. Until now, her ‘wedding night punishment’ aside, he’d been lenient with her, he never had a reason to force her to witness just how cruel he could be. That was his mistake; she required this vital reinforcement.

Dread ran down her spine as he slowly turned around, the moonlight illuminating his figure, the overwhelming scent of murder and the gore covering her husband almost made her vomit.

He wondered what she was thinking - perhaps that he truly was a monster. Or, maybe she was acknowledging her blame in all this. Preferably, it was the latter. In the end, though, her thoughts were meaningless. Either way, he was the only person who’d matter in her life.

His slender fingers unfastened his shirt with ease, staring dead into her eyes. “Undress.” “What?” She croaked, trying not to gag, troubled by what she was forced to observe. The look he gave her let her know there’d be no repetition. With trembling hands, she undressed, swallowing shallowly to keep herself from panicking. Everything about this situation was so fucked up and never in her wildest nightmares did (Y/N) think this is what her life would come to. Married to a monstrous man who valued no life. But she relied on him and him alone, and as much as hatred swirled within her (e/c) eyes as did the slow descent of her sanity, the way she’d cling to him proved that she was apprehending there was no life outside of him. Not anymore.

For better or for worse.

She snivelled, her dress falling to the ground. Humiliated, disgusted but unable to refuse him, she resigned. She aspired to fight but her instincts refuted any thoughts of aggression from her mind; one wrong word, one wrong move and he could so simply discard her life. “Since you’re such a filthy, worthless whore,” He spat, his midnight blue hues dark and uncanny as he watched her, posture towering over her, “I need to remind you that you’re my whore.” Shaky fingers undid the bra around her chest, freeing her breasts as she quivered over to him, preparing herself for the carnage that would befall her, knowing this would be another painful night. His degradation made her flinch. She had to swallow the venomous words of defence building in her lungs. Shu despised it when she tried to stand up for herself, once he convinced himself of something it was final. His silence was so much worse than when he raised his voice, it spoke a thousand words. “Get down. On your knees.” She did, reluctantly, kneeling before her husband, quivering. His shirt loosely hung from his torso as he unbuckled his trousers, releasing his softened cock. “Suck.” (Y/N) stared up at him with a look that begged for mercy - mercy that was non-existent in him. With tears welling in her eyes, (Y/N)’s lips wrapped around Shu’s thick cock, the salty flavour, now a familiar taste, coating her lips with his precum. Her eyes were trained on him, terrified that her eyes would fall upon the corpse in the room if she looked anywhere else, much to Shu’s contentment. He finally had the attention from his wife he desired; all he had to do was kill a worthless waste of space to achieve it. Once he was satisfied, his cum dripping from her chin, he roughly pulled her up by the hair, turning her head to see the corpse. “He wouldn’t be dead if it wasn’t for you,” he admonished darkly, his whispers filling her mind with remorse, shoving her naked form onto her hands and knees, arms in the warm puddle of metallic blood. She gagged and wept quietly, shaking her head and closing her eyes hoping she’d wake from this unending torture.

He wondered how far her sanity was from shattering.

Shu leaned down and grabbed ahold of her throat, squatting beside her, lifting her head up to give him better accessed to her neck, now bruised and cut from weeks of his relentless abuse. She was the most beautiful wreck. His fangs dug deep into her skin, blood pouring from the punctures in her neck, feeding him. He swallowed her essence, devouring her as retribution for her transgression. “We’re only getting started, you useless, dirty slut.” he muttered, crimson dripping from his lips as he thrust inside her unprepared cunt, uncaring whether it hurt.

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Ferocity surged through Shu’s bones as he stormed across Sakamaki Manor, his face betraying none of the feverish emotions dwelling beneath the surface. He was infuriated. Ravenous; not out of genuine starvation but, rather, out of bitterness. He never handled emotions well; he rammed them down, bottled them in the mundane dullness of his existence and deep-rooted depression.

But (Y/N) changed him.

She did something, created a hole in that metaphorical bottle of feelings, and ever since they’ve seeped through him. It frustrated him because it was something he could no longer control.

Reiji’s criticisms were numerous and mostly disregarded by Shu. What his brother thought of him was inconsequential; but ever since his marriage, his father’s been on his ass far more than Shu would like; meddling in Shu’s life. He held no care for his future ‘responsibilities’, only thankful for his status as Karlheinz’s heir for a sole reason - his marriage to (Y/N). Everything else, to Shu, was undividedly insignificant.

His selfishness wasn’t as outward as, say, Ayato’s; it was tucked beneath disinterest, but he loathed the idea of allowing any strangers to gaze upon his wife’s visage; his father was demanding for them to attend a soiree a few weeks from now, much to Shu’s dismay. These past few days he’s allowed (Y/N) around the manor, barely, but he figured she’d have to eventually (much to his own caution). He noticed she was getting too cosy with the arrangement, another reason for his boiling blood. The final strike was when he saw her speaking to Subaru. His youngest half-brother never seemed like a threat, what with all his steadfast aggression; yet (Y/N) seemed to run into the silver-haired vampire too regularly for Shu’s liking. He wouldn’t allow for anything to occur; he’d be no fool as his father was.

Slamming the door to their shared bedroom, (Y/N) gasped at the sudden intrusion, eyes staring up at Shu. “Is...is something wrong?” Shu didn’t speak, glaring as he watched panicked paranoia fill her until she was overbrimming with frightening thoughts. As she fucking should. She’d been more restless around him, as of late; she was avoiding him - which, in his warped mind, was the highest taboo she could commit. She had no authority over herself; he decided everything for her as it should be. If Shu had a healthier mind perhaps he would’ve acknowledged the fact this wrath he felt should not be targeted to her but at his father, but he was not of a sound mind. Everything twisted to be her fault.

He needed to dispel this pent up stress the only way he knew how; through stringent sex. And she would be his victim, as she was almost every night. Flinching, she stood from her seat, attempting to stay brave. “Shu.” Her shattered softness had no effect on him, not tonight; not after a conversation with Karlheinz where he had to bite back all the horrid things he wished to utter because his father could rid of him in an instant should the wrong thing be said. Nevertheless, all those insults and all those centuries’ worth of hatred for the man who gave him life had to go somewhere, and (Y/N) was the unfortunate victim of circumstance.

Women were made to please men. She was made to please him, and sure as hell she’d put her pathetic inferior body to good use by making him feel sated, after which he’d keep her in his room all over again, refusing to let her out of his sight. The concept of showing her off to snobby vampire nobles infused him with fiery rage, she was made for him, to be seen and touched only by him. The only way he would attend that boring ball with her would be with her neck adorned with his passionate bruises and a collar with his name, screaming to the world that she belonged to him.

Revulsion pervaded at the notion of anyone else watching her with lustful eyes. That was a role reserved for him; the one and only man able to fuck her body as he willed it.

Shu was scarcely gentle, but nights like these - when something truly irritated him - when he was insatiable with his violence, he threw her around like a worthless rag doll for his entertainment, he hit and slammed and bit her until her bones cracked and (s/c) skin turned purple. In his state of paranoid hostility, he failed to understand the reason behind the agitation on her face, the way she took two small steps back. This wasn’t her typical fear of him for she’d started to become accustomed to the abuse; there was no running from it, only minimising it. The flame inside her that died revieved. She wasn’t going to let him harm her tonight. . Because it wasn’t just her he’d be hurting.

With broad steps he made his way over to her, planning on grabbing her face and forcibly kissing her when she ducked and moved out of his grasp, squeezing herself against the wall as though praying to morph into the wallpaper and phase through the wall into safety. “(Y/N). What have I told you? You belong to me. Every part of you is mine to do with as I fucking please. You don’t get to evade me, leave me, or even breathe unless I give you permission to, you worthless fucking failure of a wife,” his voice elevated, the wrath poisoning her blood as she tried to keep steady, determined not to let him touch her. “N-no!” She hissed, eyes glassy, “No, Shu. Not now. Not like this, I’m...I can’t!” Saying no to him after the trauma he inflicted upon her took all the strength she could muster - maybe at that moment, it occurred to her how much of herself she’d lost since meeting Shu. “No?” He laughed, but the sound was anything but comforting; it was a sinister laugh, “and I thought you were doing good.” She whimpered but kept her ground, heart beating in her chest, “I said no.” she repeated, fear increasing by the second. “Well that’s too bad, slut,” He grimly muttered, “Because that’s never been your decision to make.”

He was done with these games. His patience disappeared into nothingness as he stormed over, ready to beat her into submission if he fucking had to, he rose his hand against her, ready to strike her until she was bloodied and begging for his forgiveness only to freeze mid-air as she screeched and lowered her head, messy strands of (h/c) hair concealing her face and arms resting protectively over her abdomen.

With battered breath, she braced herself for a hit that never came, tears freely flowing down her face as she sobbed unabashedly.

Prolonged moments passed them by, neither sure what to do or say. She trembled in front of him, still clenching at her stomach, terrified of the potential of her baby getting injured by his blows. Shu wasn’t sure how to react. His arm didn’t move, stuck held in position until he pulled it back down, relieved, for once, that he hadn’t hit her. And then he smiled - this time it was a genuine smile - soon replaced by a smirk and then furrowed eyebrows. He was going to be a father. He was going to be a father. The words rang through his ears like a bell, drowning out his anger and the frustration he held for his father, Reiji and her seeming closeness to Subaru. That anger was instead replaced with a recognition she thought he would harm his own child. “You’re pregnant.” It was a statement. She shamefully nodded, head down. “Look at me.” She didn’t. Shu sighed and grabbed her chin, forcing her head up to stare into his eyes, coloured with a myriad of feelings all mixing and conflicting, “I said look at me.” She was shaking more than usual like a bunny about to be devoured by a fox. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Tears ran wildly down her cheeks. Shu was a volatile creature, one wrong word could so easily set him off; “I...wasn’t sure how you’d react.” His gaze fell onto her stomach. Her womb - which held his child. But the fact she thought he would let any harm befall their baby left a sour, enraged taste in his mouth. “You’re my wife.” He snapped, his grip on her chin bruising, “You’re supposed to keep no secrets from me.” “I know, I’m sorry-” “Show me.” “What?” His grip relaxed, hand falling to the side as he sat on the bed. “Prove you’re sorry.” He knew, now, that he couldn’t be as violent as he was; for the good of their unborn child. After all these weeks of trying to impregnate her, it finally came to pass. He wondered for a moment how long she’s been pregnant - and, bitterly, how long she’s known. Nevertheless, this was a moment to be celebrated; and he would, by fucking his wife until he was content, knowing that they now had a good reason to attend his father’s soiree. He still detested the idea of others staring at her, but that jealousy would be fed by the satisfaction of getting to announce her pregnancy to their world. The ultimate claim he could place upon her; she was bearing his child - if her body hadn’t belonged to him before, it did now. Everyone would know that she was irrefutably his - carrying his heir in her womb. That eased most of his anxieties in the midst of his abrupt euphoria.

(Y/N) hesitated, hands still clinging to her belly before easing, her hands undressing the clothing adorning her newly pregnant figure, shaken up. Her eyes didn’t meet his, and the reluctance in her movement was evident, but for once he ignored them; the bliss of fatherhood was calming his mind whilst causing a tempest all the same; the thought he’d do something to endanger his family burned and he was resolved to prove to her he could be compassionate. His eyes were stern yet held a glint of tenderness - a softness (Y/N) hadn’t seen in him yet. Despite finding her thinking he’d injure their baby offensive, he welcomed her eagerness to defend the life growing inside her - a profound instinct for a mother to have. A good mother would do what his mother couldn’t accomplish; what none of the mothers could succeed in; protecting one’s child. His family was a ruinous mess from the start, which was why he found solace in the prospect she already adored and nurtured the seed. It was comforting.

As she stripped in front of him he imagined her breasts swelling with breastmilk over the coming months, her body preparing itself for the tedious perils of vampiric motherhood. Her stomach would curve so perfectly as their infant developed and he couldn’t wait to feel the sensitive kicks when it was closer to her due date. He’d have to enquire about everything she knew concerning the pregnancy later, but for now, he wished to experience this fleeting moment to its fullest. He’d punish her in other ways for keeping this vital intel from him.

Knowing that fighting back wasn’t an option, (Y/N) surrendered to his will, with delicate steps she sauntered over to her husband, whose strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his lap as his lips pressed down on her ever-wounded neck, kissing the puncture scars of his previous assaults.

“Never keep something so important from me again.”

Her full obedience was delightful. The baby, he realised, was the perfect way of making her docile, willing. If it made her like this now, he was envisioning how she’d be after the birth; he would be a good father, he assured himself. He had to be. He wouldn’t be like Karlheinz - he would actually care about his offspring. She gasped as he left butterfly kisses down her neck, pulling her as close to his body as possible. He wanted to connect with her like he hadn’t before. His fangs bit into her neck leaving another bruised mark as he drank from her, eyes closed in his bliss. He was finally getting what he wanted, all the hard work and effort he put into claiming (Y/N) and forming the idyllic family would come true. Streaks of blood fell down her neck as he pulled away and licked over his lips, eyes half-lidded as she stared up at him in apprehensive fear, shuddering when he grabbed her hips, unaware of the cuts his grip painstakingly left on her flesh.

His cock was achingly erect, the pent-up tension made him desperate to seek out relief but the thought of his wife’s body warping into something entirely his own in every possible way set his loins aflame with passion. He needed to be inside her now and was going to fuck her until the sunrise until her legs were weak and she couldn’t stand. He was going to show his wife his happiness by lovemaking. The word - lovemaking - was one he previously mocked but now, being a married man and soon-to-be father, he understood the true connotations of the phrase. (Y/N) made him weak. But it was the kind of weakness he’d always craved, deep within himself. The kind of weakness he always wanted to experience. The weakness of family. Of love. He ignored how uncomfortable she seemed against his lap, how her eyes divulged she wanted to be anywhere but here. His hands slide down her body, groans coming from his lips as he breathed in her scent.

He’d worried that once she got pregnant she’d despise it, but to his relief, it was the opposite; she loved their child already - she wouldn’t have defended it so foolishly otherwise. Shu told himself he would be gentle and he would fulfil that promise to himself but that didn’t quell the frustration of her standing up to him. She was passive now, but punishment was still required. He was a good husband. He provided for her - she had no reason for acting out or for daring to think he’d harm their family. His hands travelled down to her stomach, still too flat for his liking but he rested in the comfort of knowing he’d get to fuck her with her pregnant belly to his satisfaction in only a handful of weeks. His cock twitched at the thought. She whimpered as his hands wrapped around her thighs and his nails embedded into her skin, “You’re a terrible wife,” He whispered to her, making her flinch, “Thinking I would ever lay my hand on you whilst pregnant.” (Y/N) looked like she was about to refute the claim, words forming on the tip of her tongue - you were about to - but before the syllables slipped past her teeth she bit her tongue. She knew better. He took her smaller hand in his and guided her towards his cock, wrapping the smaller palm around himself as he groaned, “You’re my wife.” he reminded for the nth time since their wedding night, never letting her forget, “You do what I tell you to,” He breathed out, making her please him, “You exist to satisfy me. To revere me.” The misogynistic jeers came naturally to him, “To take my cock like the good little slut you are. To give me children,” he rubbed her abdomen. “I won’t accept you questioning my authority.” He spread her thighs apart as her hand pumped his cock, pitifully attempting to hold back the tears welling in her lustrous eyes. How many tears had she wept since her kidnapping? In her mind; too many. In Shu’s mind; not nearly enough. He thrived knowing only he could turn her into this obedient mess of sobs. She was his woman; it was that simple and he had every right to do anything he wanted to her; be that praise or degrade her, hurt or love her; it was his choice to make. Lifting her hips as she pulled her hands back, Shu lowered her onto him, filling her cunt with his member, the tightness making it difficult to lower her body over himself completely. She cried harder, muttering in pain as her dry walls were penetrated by his impressive size; one would think her body would get used to the feeling, but every time he raped her she was in the same hell over again.

It did hurt less when she didn’t struggle against it. She cried as he moaned, loud and unabashed, completely bottomed out inside her but unmoving as he stared at her expectantly. “Go on,” she froze, tears blurring her vision, hands covering her stomach. “S-Shu-” “Ride me, you filthy, useless whore.” His tone was tranquil but dangerous, one hand on her hip loosely holding her to him and the other wrapping over her neck, “I told you to prove you were sorry.” With a defeated wail she stiffly rolled her hips to get accustomed to the feeling of his cock inside her, much too slow for Shu’s liking so he bucked his hips, making her jump and squeal out, a sharp ache shooting through her spine. “You mean nothing to me,” you mean everything to me, “So make yourself serviceable. Show me how you’re sorry.” (Y/N) moved her hips up before lowering herself onto his dick once, twice, thrice until she set a steady pace, walls clenching tortuously around him. Every movement was agony but in its own way it was a familiar type of torment; one she was becoming used to. The hand perilously hovering over her throat pulled back and traversed down to her stomach, stroking it with pride. She was going to fulfil her wifely duties by giving him an heir he so longed for; a child of his own.

He wouldn’t make the same mistakes his father made. This family he created for himself was better, superior and loving.

He made it apparent he was determined to do none of the work; pleasing him was her duty despite the humiliation present on her face as she was forced to fuck herself on his dick, stomach exposed as he grabbed at it, reminding her of the future that was to come. The future she could never escape now that there was a child involved. Any attempts at running away after the baby would mean she’d have to abandon the child, something that he would use against her if need be; after all, what sort of mother would abandon her child to a so-called ‘monster’ of a father? Despair flooded her, the sensation of his thick member hitting her cervix unignorable; agonising. Her body clenched around him, bringing him bliss as she held tightly onto him. “Faster,” He demanded, refusing to move a muscle. Mournfully, she increased her pace despite her aching thighs, her hands pressed against his chest to stabilise herself, her body producing slick to lubricate the painful intercourse and make it easier on her. Her breasts bounced in the dim light as the sound of skin-on-skin surrounded them, ensuring she couldn’t even dissociate to any mental happy place - he wanted her actively here, physically and emotionally until the concept of leaving him in any sense - dissociation included - was the furthest thing from her mind.

“Fuck,” he growled, scratching her naked hip with how tightly he held onto her, his other hand kneading her stomach uncomfortably, getting himself off on the notion of her pregnancy. This was everything he ever wanted and he was going to relish this; the thought of a warm family was one that made him feverish, sweat piling on his forehead as her cunt excitedly welcomed him inside. It still wasn’t fast enough so he grabbed onto her waist, “You’re such a waste of space you can’t even ride me properly,” he smirked, feeling her tighten at the cruel remark; she enjoyed his rough words, his degradation - and even if she didn’t, she would learn to. Shu already believed he knew her body better than she knew it.

With a dull expression on his face, Shu bounced her on his dick at speeds a mortal man could never hope to achieve until he engraved her pussy with his shape and she could never fantasise about being fucked by anyone else but him again, his possessive instincts exultant he managed to impregnate her.

All the things he never had he would gain through this marriage; this pregnancy. “You’re fucking mine,” he moaned out, his tip slamming into her cervix, surely bound to bruise it and make her ache for days on end, “Mine, mine-” another moan cut off his words, “Mine.” He watched her through lidded eyes, her hair dishevelled from his treatment and stomach nude, breasts not yet filled with milk but slightly swollen; the early signs of a pregnant woman; the female body at its prime, what it was made for. “You’re my personal slut,” she mewled as he slammed into her g-spot mercilessly, “To fuck just like this, to breed and use how I see fit.” Their fucking was humiliating, each time (Y/N) felt she couldn’t feel any lower he outdid himself by destroying her hopes even further. This baby inside her ruined the last trace of individuality she clung to aside from her role as Shu’s wife.

Her clit remained untouched, the cold air being her sole stimulation; whenever she tried to touch herself he shoved her hand away, retorting how as his wife and cumslut his cock alone should be enough to satisfy her. Her tears aroused him, bringing him to the edge, thrusting messily as their fluids mixed and dripped from her thighs, his cum filling her entirely, leaving no corner of her womb untainted. His pace didn’t decrease through his orgasm, and it was only a minute later that he started slowing down, pulling out of her despite his cock standing taller than ever, libido still going strong. Shu’s eyes stared at the cum falling from her cunt, white and thick as it fell to the bed, and the ground, staining them both. Grabbing her chin he smiled, parting her lips open before spitting in her mouth, “Swallow.” (Y/N) did, almost gagging, body spent and stirred. “Good woman,” his hands laid on her belly, “Our child needs this,” the statement widened her eyes in confusion, “I-” Before she could question it, he brought his wrist to his fangs and cut a slit of flesh soon stained crimson as blood poured from the wound. She gasped, breathless as he brought it to her face, “Drink.” “No, No I can’t, I can’t I-” “Drink.” (Y/N) choked at the odour, memories flashing back to the night he fucked her in front of the corpse of the poor servant boy, trauma arising. How much torment would this man make her go through? Closing her eyes she trembled, small, bruised hands wrapping around his larger arm and bringing his forearm to her lips, trying not to retch. She gave a kitten lick, the red staining her sensitive tongue, body seizing in an attempt to refute his order. Remembering that her child was at stake she persevered. She gave another lick, then another, until her mouth latched onto the cut, sucking out the crimson directly from the source, the taste embedding itself into her psyche. The furrow of her brows showed she wanted to be angry at him for forcing his blood down her throat but even she knew that he was right; the seed planted inside her wasn’t human. It required monstrous nutrients only her husband could provide, and the fear of what her child would grow to be like filled her mind.

Eventually, he pulled his arm away and kissed her, tongue devouring the leftover blood that dripped from both their mouths. “We’re not done yet,” with surprising softness, he pushed her down onto the ground, “You still need to show me how sorry you are,” He reminded, his cock erect and ready for more.

As she sat on the ground, cum dripping from her pussy, the last shred of resistance died in her eyes. There was no escape.

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Four moons passed them by, seasons slowly changing and with them, (Y/N)’s body. Her shape morphed into something exquisite, form taking on its role as a mother, housing Shu’s child within. In their shared bed the mother of his child laid with him, his arms securely wrapped around her, protective and hopeful.

Insomnia held Shu in its grasp, laying with his palms on her growing stomach, inhaling her scent. At the end of the day, she was his wife and he knew he could not deny to himself the love he felt for her. Partially, he was aware of his own cruelty, but he was too far gone to change. She was learning to love him day by day, though, so he couldn’t be too bad. Everything he wanted was in his embrace; his woman to keep his bed warm, to take care of his urges, to love him and a baby in her womb. As it should be.

The kick was hard to miss, putting his thoughts on pause. He pressed his hand deeper into her stomach, if his heart beat like hers it would be palpitating. There it was. The unmistakable sensation of his child making its presence known, its way of announcing its existence. Subtle, but he swore he felt it. This was all he strove to obtain. All that he ever told himself he needed to make him happy. And he was - he wanted to be.

So why, as his consciousness slipped away into slumber, did the worrying thought of “I don’t want this” threaten to echo in his mind? Worry permeated as he felt his eyelids falling heavy.

What if he was just like Karlheinz?

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Welcome back!! I adore your writings, espiecially "The Perfect Wife" You're great at expressing the twisted and dark side of the diaboys.

Hi!! Thank you so much, darling. I appreciate you taking the time to write this! <3 It helps my confidence a lot. The sequel, The Perfect Mother, is going to be posted tomorrow! - Mod Rozalia

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The Perfect Wife.

I've returned. Mod Rozalia is back. I will be posting more often from now on, I just really needed the long hiatus. The following is a Shu x reader commission I wrote for a wonderful commissioner! The sequel to this will be posted soon! If you wish to commission me DM me on Tumblr or email me @ "[email protected]" Here is a link to my prices! (Y/N) had a normal life, until Shu Sakamaki took an interest in her. The bride doesn't take much joy in the occasion, and Shu decides to show his new wife just how cruel he can truly be. All for the sake of their personal happiness, of course.

He just wants the family he never knew he always wanted.

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT: KIDNAPPING, NON-CON, MENTIONS OF IMPREGNATION, DUNGEON SEX. NSFW. MDNI.

Disappointment was a terribly bitter emotion. Never was this more true than now, as Shu thought back on recent events. He’d hoped that (Y/N) would make things easier for both him and herself; that she would understand the peculiar situation she is in and would submit to him, if only for the sake of not enraging him; still, he could not say he hadn’t been prepared for this. He hoped she would realise the importance of her role in his life, but her little escape attempt proved she failed to truly acknowledge how much she meant to him.

The footsteps of the eldest Sakamaki echoed through the hall as he descended down an array of granite steps, old as the mansion. The darkness consumed everything, no slither of light allowed to sink into the dreary pits of the manor’s dungeons, built long before even his own birth. She should be happy - she was his wife, now. To be the wife of the next vampire king was supposed to be an honour, and though he personally never took much interest in his role as his father’s heir until now, Shu felt he finally had a reason to be satisfied of who he was. He’d never give his father the gratification of knowing it, but the fact he could claim (Y/N) so easily due to his status made things less…messy, in the long term.

The memory of his wedding still resonated in his mind, having only happened a few days ago; a beautiful ceremony, so he felt; he had arrangements made to suit her needs, and though he was far from being a romantic man, he did try. He placed far more effort into their union than he had in anything else, so the thought of all that effort going to waste - and worse, going unappreciated by his own wife - was a paltry one.

Her sour expression contrasted greatly with the gorgeous white gown adorning her pristine figure, though the veil, fortunately, hid that scornful frown from most curious eyes. He found wedding planning to be a terribly bothersome task; he felt partially slighted by her refusal to handle the planning herself; she was his bride and it was meant to fall on her shoulders, not his. Still, he suffered through it, and even then she couldn’t even be grateful for the time, effort and motivation that had gone into such an event. His wife was the most infuriating creature alive, especially since her fate was sealed by her own will.

“I do”, the words fell from her lips at their marriage altar. He did not force those syllables to form on her tongue, and it was her decision, in the end. She married him of her own accord.

He believed she would come to look back on their wedding day with fondness, eventually. Despite what she seemed determined to believe, Shu didn’t want her to suffer in this marriage.

The ceremony was a standard one. If he had it his way, the two of them would’ve simply eloped; there was no need in his mind for uselessly grand weddings and energy-draining guests who meant absolutely nothing to him. But he did it for her, only for her to spit it back in his face. His father and Reiji pressured him into making it an actual wedding, granted the only guests were his family members and a handful of vampiric court officials his father demanded to be there, but the affair was a hassle he wished could’ve been avoided.

Two days had passed since she attempted to run away from the manor, away from him. And in those two strenuous days, he did what he had to do. He left her there in the cold, dark depths of their dungeon to ponder over her mistakes, but also to take time away from her as to not end her life in a moment of fiery rage.

Few things got under Shu’s skin; his apathy kept him in a sphere of pure numbness, a heavy emptiness that weighed him down far more tortuously than he would ever admit. Her ability to make him feel - really feel anything at all - was what drew him to her in the first place, but now he was finding it difficult to quench the rage she could evoke within his chest, rage that had been buried deep within his bones, building and piling up for his entire life, finally beginning to seep out. He realised, during those long four days and nights, that the problem was simple; she failed to understand she belonged to him, her desire for independence and freedom was mind-numbingly frustrating but as her husband, it was up to him to show her, without a shred of doubt, that she was whatever he wanted her to be - his whore, his wife, the mother of his future children or a toy - the choice wasn’t hers to make.

If she was going to behave like a dumb whore, that’s how he was going to treat her until she snapped out of her delusion of independence and submitted to him as his bride. He couldn’t lie that he enjoyed toying with her mind, though. He wondered how she was doing down there, filthy and alone, famished and parched. How pliable she would be if only to be fed, to be adequately dressed and cared for. Or, perhaps, her fire would not so easily break; she still had a long punishment awaiting her, the isolation he inflicted upon her wasn’t even the beginning, more so than it was a precaution, a way to sate his anger by thinking of her crying for forgiveness on the dungeon floor in order to keep himself in check. He was going to ruin her, to break her down and build her back up again over and over until she would finally realise the truth; that she was his and his alone.

“You’re disgusting.” His harsh voice filled the dungeon walls, resounding. She gasped, looking up at him through the overwhelming darkness but her inept mortal eyes were unable to find the source of his voice, unable to adjust to this everlasting black he threw her into. He smirked. He, of course, could see just fine - and she was a sight to behold, with puffy eyes, cheeks dried with tears, pale and sickly.

She deserved it. This was her fault, she dug her own grave and these were merely the consequences of her own actions.

The chain around her neck rustled as she frantically turned her head, afraid. Her fear aroused him, the thought of her crying out and begging him to stop, that she’d be a good wife, that she would atone for her regrets was enough to send him into a sadistic euphoria. “S-Shu��!” (Y/N)’s voice wept out, hoarse from hours of screaming and crying without resolve. “I-” “-You’re so fucking stupid,” he remarked, eyes darkly narrowing as he took purposefully loud steps to startle her as she tried to make herself as small as possible, to avoid inciting further furore in his unbeating heart. “Did you truly think you could escape me? That I would let you leave me?” His words were cold, venomous. He wanted to hurt her as badly as she hurt him, he justified it as retribution.

He knew she didn’t love him yet; that was evident by how she tried to escape him and the curses she spat time and time again leading up to their wedding, but she would love him. She would have to, there was no other option for her. He just had to make her see that.

Suddenly, her wrists were held above her head, back against the wall as she whimpered. “It’s your fault. All of this is your doing. If you never made me feel anything you wouldn’t be in this situation, it’s not my fault you’re unprepared to face the outcomes of your actions.” he growled into her ear, her lithe body beginning to shake. He thrived off her apprehension, wondering what she was thinking; maybe what he was going to do to her, how bad this would get. “Pl-please,” She coarsely pleaded, throat dry, “W-Water-” “You think you deserve to be making any requests after what you did?” His eyes momentarily fell onto the bottle of water he placed, just out of her reach. The little light that there was made it possible to see its outline. The whole time she knew it was there; a tantalus punishment; the torment of depriving her of primal requirements to teach her that her fate and very life rested in the hands of her husband. Shu questioned how many times she tried - and failed - to obtain the water, how frustrating it must’ve been. “Please,” She croaked out. The slap that bounced off the dungeon walls echoed. “You’re my wife, I own you, and I decided that only obedient wives are rewarded.” An anguished choked scream filled his ears, making him sigh. She was having another tantrum. “If you don’t stop screaming I’m going to get angrier than I already am. Don’t make me think you’re more trouble than you’re worth, filthy woman.” It was a threat, one he backed up by the sensation of one of his hands circling around her collared neck. “I could easily get rid of you at any time.” He would never do that, he knew he didn’t want her to die, much less by his own hands. It was why she’d been thrown here because he couldn’t trust himself around her when he first caught her. But she needn’t know that. Not yet, at least. “I could snap your neck,” He whispered, “or drain you dry.” Her hard cries were a melody. “You’re nothing. Absolutely nothing without me.”

She tried to shake her head, but his hand tightened, constricting her air passage just enough to make her body tense up. “You’re a useless waste of space, a burden. But despite that fact you’ve gone out of your way to seduce me, so now you don’t get to leave.”

She’d come to feel safe around him in due time. After the punishment was over. But she had to learn her lesson, first. Shu was aware that he’d been lenient with her - his seemingly uncaring, lazy nature meant that those around him often underestimated what he was capable of. That was how he liked it. Because of that, however, he allowed his wife to believe she had an actual opportunity to leave his side - she thought him weak, vulnerable, too lazy to chase after her, too unmotivated to capture her again and force her to reap the poison blossoms of the seeds she’d sown. Underestimating Shu Sakamaki had been her worst mistake. Another mistake was that she acted recklessly, her attempt reminded him of a wild animal about to be slaughtered trying to make one last desperate escape - no logic resided in her plan if there’d even been a plan at all.

His heart clenched at the prospect of her rather being alone and destitute than being his wife, but that heartache was soon replaced with scorn and contempt.

Never in his entire existence had Shu felt such all-consuming wrath. It was the type of anger that burnt through his bone, that burrowed deep into his veins and flooded his senses with the desire for pure, bloodied violence.

It was the night of their wedding; the celebrations concluded and he was, dare he admit, eager for his future with his wife; for what would come, now that he possessed her in his eternal grasp. There came happiness with marriage; something that if someone had told him he would feel but a year ago, he would scoff and ignore such claims, finding them a lie and a nuisance. Happiness - a strange word, perhaps what he felt more was satisfaction; either way, his wife - the ability to call her his wife - brought him fulfilment. It was too bad that while he knew she was his, she didn’t share the same belief.

He couldn’t be scrutinised for the devastating rage consuming him when his wife betrayed him before their first day of marriage even concluded. She was his property, his belonging; and she defied him. Beatrix, for all her shortcomings as a mother, had been a proper wife to his father despite the latter’s cruelty and neglect. His buried resentment for her tainted his memory of her, but the fact Beatrix was a good wife was something he couldn’t deny her. Quiet and dutiful, as a wife ought to be. As (Y/N) ought to be.

So when she tried to so foolishly hit him across the back of the head with a lamp and make her leave, his ruthlessness was surely reasonable - how fucking stupid could that useless woman be? He knew she wasn’t the wisest of women, but she should’ve known better than to try to hurt him. (Y/N) knew she never stood a chance, not against a powerful creature as such himself. She was a human, his prey. She gave it her all, he’d admit that; she ran like hell but no effort she could put into her attempt would ever compare to the strength of a single one of his muscles. Pureblood vampires, in comparison to humans, were godlike. Extraordinary. He caught up to her in moments - of course he did, the fact she believed for a single second that she could outrun him - out-smart him - was offensive. Mortals were troublesome creatures, and Shu still couldn’t fathom how she managed to burrow her way into his being, into his dreams and heart as she did. The fault was hers, all of this was a direct result of her own decisions; if she didn’t want this she wouldn’t have enchanted him, wouldn’t have made it so he couldn’t imagine his life without her in it, anymore.

No matter how much he cared for her, Shu wouldn’t let himself be disrespected. His hand grabbed her wrist, the bone beginning to crack in his iron grip. She cried out loudly, begging to be let go, to let her abandon her wifely duties before they began. She wept as he shoved her against the wall with such ferocity he was confident her spine would bruise. Good. The feral tears that fled from her eyes caused his rage to increase, and yet they brought him unspeakable pleasure; the look of agony on her face was stunning. “Stop! Let me go!” she screamed at him, “I’ll never love you! I never will and you can’t make me!” as gorgeous as she looked terrified, the bitter words destroyed his mild sadistic pleasure as he wrapped his hands around her throat, squeezing until she couldn’t breathe, until he saw the light in her eyes dimming and she was clawing at his hands in a despairing attempt to get him to release his hold on her. He saw the dread of death reflected in her orbs, pressing him to do worse, to make her suffer - his senses returned to him just before the light was entirely extinguished from her eyes and he let her go, oxygen greedily returning to her lungs but not before she fell unconscious, neck purple and blotched. She fell into his arms, limp. He was shaking with fury, wanted nothing more than to kill her where she lay and devour every last drop of her ungrateful blood, his wounded pride pushing him to the extremes.

Her body limp, he carried her down to the dungeon, throwing her unconscious body onto the cold ground as he chained her neck and bound her feet, trying not to kill her in the midst of passion before he left, shutting the door and its countless locks behind him.

Indeed, the only person who could truly evoke emotions within him was (Y/N). He placed the water bottle there later, glad to find her still knocked out; if she thought his company was so terrible, then she’d just have to see whether she preferred being entirely secluded instead.

Shu took a step away from her, disappearing further into the darkness to retrieve the tools of punishment he’d be using tonight, his eyes gleaming in the dim light as his fingers wiped the sharp edge of the knife in his hand, keen and ready. His wife would learn to love this, with time. “So? Tell me, whore,” He growled, turning to look at her, sapphire eyes glowing dangerously as he stared into her very soul. She gulped and tried to hold herself, whimpering and sobbing for him to forgive her and release her, he ignored all her pleas. They were nowhere near done. “Was it worth it?” He taunted her, slowly nearing closer, knife now visible in his hand, reflecting in the limited light. He leered as he watched her pale body huddling to the wall at the sight of the weapon - the trepidation in her eyes told Shu all he needed to know; she thought she was going to die. Her fright, her adrenaline-fuelled reaction of jumping back, chains shackling with each movement, trying to back away as if she could phase into the wall somehow if she tried hard enough. She was so fucking pathetic. But he supposed that just made her his pathetic little wife.

“I’m sorry, Shu, I’m so sorry please, please don’t-” “Shut the fuck up,” He snarled, crouching beside her, his angelically-blue eyes holding malevolence she’d never before witnessed - he never allowed her to witness. Until now, Shu had been careful to let her see what he wanted her to see, so far she had seen a softer, more held-back side of what he could truly be. He brought the knife up to her cheek, running the blade across it but not enough to pierce the skin, watching as she shook beneath the metallic blade, breathlessly pleading for him to stop, that she learnt her lesson; but he knew she didn’t. “You’re my wife, (Y/N).” He reminded, pushing the blade deeper until it cut, her pained whimpers heard but disregarded, “And as my wife, I expect you to take care of me,” He pulled the knife away for a moment, granting her a false sense of relief before he put it up against her throat, eyes threatening to press down. “To love me. You will obey me. I’m your husband and I own you. You’re weak and worthless and should be happy that I chose you.” The words were venomous, and he couldn’t deny that all this anger wasn’t just caused by her - years of aggravation were oozing out of him as he spoke, her escape attempt a breaking point. Before she could respond, the knife moved - from her neck to her arms, as Shu cut a straight, sharp line on the flesh, crimson staining her skin as it dripped onto the filthy ground. (Y/N) bit down on her lip in agony, more tears gathering in her eyes. “F-Fuck! Please, Shu, do-don’t, I…I’ll be good-” “I told you to shut up, you burdensome woman,” he seethed, taking her arm close to his lips, licking over the fresh bleeding wound, making her hiss in pain. He was ravenous and purposefully dug his tongue into the cut, widening it and slurping her blood like a beast gone mad, making this as excruciating as possible until she was wriggling and struggling to push him off like a disgusting leech. The worst possible move for her to make. “Don’t you fucking dare fight back,” In a flash, he leaned back and had her arm in his grip, inserting his fingers into the bleeding cut across her arm, twisting it. Her cries reverberated across the dungeon. His sadistic heart soared. “This is what you get for being selfish. For trying to leave me. Did you enjoy it? Being alone and helpless for days on end, not knowing whether I’d leave you down here to rot away? Because that’s how you’ll be out there.” His words were dark, intended to screw with her mind - and if the hopeless look in her eyes was anything to go by, Shu managed to do just that, all his degradation slowly getting to her. As it should.

She’d be his perfect wife, even if it meant breaking her down like this. She’d understand her place beneath him eventually. It was only the natural order of things; vampires were superior to humans, and husbands were superior to their wives. She was supposed to be a good little housewife; obedient and willing, not an undeserving bitch.

He moved the knife across her chest, cutting through the fabric of her dress as he forced her down on the hard ground. She tried to struggle against him as he sliced the gown, but he easily overpowered her. Her height, though relatively tall, couldn’t begin to challenge his strength. “You’re so goddamn troublesome,” He chastised as he held her down and tore the tainted wedding gown off her, her breasts bouncing free. “No!” She wept, “No, don’t touch me! Don’t you fucking touch me-” He slapped her once, twice, five times until her cheeks were a flaming red, the severe stinging only soothed by the salty tears that fled from her eyes. (Y/N) didn’t even have the time to realise what was happening when his hands were choking her again, this time harder than before. More bitter tears flowed as she pitifully attempted to kick at him with her bound legs, but he sat on them so she couldn’t move them, azure eyes devoid and empty. “I’m your husband.” He reminded, voice deadly calm. “You’re my wife. You will listen to me. You will submit to me, do you understand?” When she didn’t nod, his hold tightened, her lungs screaming out for oxygen. She was probably wondering how many times he would do this - choke her until she was knocking on death’s door. The answer was simple; as many as it took. Eventually, she nodded - it was desperate, panicked - but he released her neck when she did. “That’s a good, filthy slut.”

She was dehydrated, dizzy, barely clinging to consciousness already. How weak. Shu sighed and gave her the water bottle; he didn’t want her to pass out for what was to come. The main part of her punishment. “You’re revolting.” He commented as she chugged the liquid. She probably never knew thirst quite as bad as this. Before long, she’d finished it, and he grabbed it out of her hands and flung the bottle across the dungeon, pulling her by her chain forcing her closer to him. “You’re going to be a good wife from now on. And good wives are made by being good mothers.” Not true - again, the example of Beatrix resounded in his mind, but she needn’t know that; (Y/N) would be a good mother - he’d force her to be if he had to. She cried more, now that she had the hydration to do so; shaking her head from side to side. “Not that,” she wept, “Please anything but that-” Shu changed their position, throwing the ruined gown off her body entirely as he turned her around, her neck uncomfortably positioned with the chain. “Looks like I need to teach you obedience the old fashioned way,” he darkly whispered, hand raising before it fell. The burning of her ass cheeks was unbearable and got even more so as he continued to mercilessly spank her ass until his handprint was visible in heavy contrast with her skin. Ten, then twenty - he went up to fifty spanks until she stopped her protests and only lamented her fate through breathy whimpers. Without warning, his fangs penetrated her neck just above her chin, higher than the wall-chained choker she had on, the most uncomfortable place to be bitten by him, too close to the bone to heal quickly. He consumed more of her blood, pulling away only after a prolonged minute.

Shu always wondered what being a part of a real family would be like. Now he realised he had the opportunity to do just that; all he had to do was breed his little whore of a wife to carry his offspring - his heir. Never in his life had Shu cared for his many “responsibilities”, nor would he begin to care - but it granted him a reason beyond his whims to begin the family he always craved, somewhere deep inside. And he would have it, whether she liked it or not. Just as he was convinced she would come to love him, he knew she would come to love their children; possibly, bearing his heir would speed up the process, make her realise just how dependant she is on him. All women loved children, didn’t they? “You’re a thoughtless, stupid woman,” the blade moved down her spine, making her tense like frozen prey in danger. Perhaps she was finally understanding her predicament. “It’s a good thing you don’t need to think. You just need to give yourself to me.” All he wanted was someone to love him, to care for him - and by hell, she was going to be the one to do it. After he flipped her over she immediately begun to fling her arms, fighting him, trying to get him off her - fuck, she’d hadn’t learnt her lesson after all - so he grabbed onto both her wrists as she relentlessly tried to struggle despite her crackling bones, bound feet and chained neck. “You’re going to regret being such a fucking brat,” “Let go of me! I won’t do it - I’m not going to be your little fuck doll!” Within a flash, her arms were tied with bloodied white velvet - a remnant of her wedding gown, as the knife sliced through her cheek, not enough to scar but enough to sting like hell. Shu pulled on the chain, bringing her face closer to him. “You’re mine. I will do to you as I please. If I say you’re going to be the mother of my children, that’s that.” Her tears mixed with the blood dripping from her cheek, flowing down her skin like cursed waterfalls. His fangs nipped her breasts, sucking harshly, bound to leave bruises. She wept, trying to fight against him even more now, getting no pleasure out of this - not that Shu cared, this was supposed to be a punishment and punishments weren’t meant to be enjoyable. Once he was done he pulled away, only to pierce through the other breast, just above the nipple, the boiling stinging making her screech and wiggle, but her desperate movements to get away from him only aggravated the injuries. “You need me,” He muttered as he pulled away, the knife still in his grip as he moved it down the valley of her breasts, to her stomach, to her abdomen. Her breaths were quick and sharp, her body still in panic that one wrong move might be her last should the knife stab her with an accidental flinch. “Look at you. You can’t be expected to take care of yourself, you’re filthy and worthless. You. Need. Me.” (Y/N) sobbed harder, trying to deny it - at this rate, she was about to lose all the hydration the measly bottle of water allowed her. He kept the knife suspended just above her abdomen as he moved his head down towards her thighs, glaring at her before gnawing into them - every time his fangs bit through her flesh Shu made it his mission to make the sensation agonising. “Please,” she cried, “Please please please stop, please make it stop-” Her pleas, instead of easing the pain, made him bite down with brutality.

The unbuckling of his pants caused her (e/c) eyes to widen in horror, “No! No, no, no…not this! Shu, anything but this, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good wife-” “I thought I told you to shut up,” He deadpanned, but the rage in his voice was evident; more stained fabric forced into her mouth to muffle her begging. Watching her gag on the crimson-stained silk was a sight of beauty in his eyes.

(Y/N) looked her best just like this; helpless and at his mercy. He stroked his thick aroused cock, his erection had been growing the entire punishment but the moment the thought to impregnate her entered his mind was the moment her fate was sealed. Glistening precum covered the tip as he groaned to himself, staring dead into her begging eyes that cried “don’t. Don’t do it, please don’t”, even though her muffled cries were incomprehensible they sent erotic shivers down his spine.

As much as he was enjoying this, he couldn’t wait until he’d break her into his perfect, willing wife.

Bad wives don’t get to cum, he decided, shoving his ample size into her unprepared cunt, the tearing and burning it caused her making her mewl in pure agony, bound body shaking in his grasp as he began to move, uncaring about her body getting used to the sudden intrusion; it was his right as her husband to take her whenever and however he wanted, it was her wifely duty to give herself to him, to sit back and let him pleasure himself with her pussy. More muffled cries fell upon deaf ears, his hips pistoning into her at an inhuman speed, his hands scratching at her hips, leaving his marks on her so no one, not even she, would ever question who owned her after this. His grunts weren’t loud, but he felt her walls clenching around him every time he groaned or swore in bliss and knew her body enjoyed the sound of the pleasure it gave him; her body already knew the truth of to whom it belonged. It was only a matter of time until her mind would catch up. “You’re nothing but a fucking whore who thought she could get away from me,” further degradation slipped past his lips, taking out suppressed anger and years’ worth of stress on her poor, feeble body as though she were nothing more than an onahole or sex doll; “Fuck,” he sighed as he pounded into her, the dry, tight walls felt soft and welcoming. The dungeon, filled with her woeful pleas mere minutes ago, was now bouncing with the sound of his thighs crashing into hers, skin-on-skin, his contented groans and her muffled screams.

A symphony, he believed; it was a shame he hadn’t thought to record it. Next time he just might so that he’d be able to listen to this melody whenever he so wished. “You,” he breathed out, “are never fucking leaving me. The fact you tried is laughable,” She shook her head in disagreement. Another grave mistake. Shu pulled the chain again, definitely irritating her neck with how fast she was forced to look up at him. His thrusts didn’t falter in their intensity. “You shake your head,” he growled, slapping her thighs, “But you’re nothing more than a filthy, lewd slut. You’re tightening around me as I degrade you, your cunt is embracing my cock as if it can’t live without it.” His vulgar vocabulary proved efficient as he felt her body warming around him, pussy getting wetter with each thrust.

She wanted this. She wanted him, even if she refused to admit it to herself. He’d make her.

He pulled out of her abused cunt, only to throw her onto her stomach, continuing his onslaught, hand in her (h/c) hair as he forced her face down into the cold dungeon floor, ass up as he pounded into it with a ruthlessness she probably never expected he had in him. During the position change, the makeshift gag escaped her mouth, allowing the wanton, unwilling moans to fly out. He smirked to himself as he heard her gasp and moan, humiliated by her own body’s betrayal.

“S-Shu..! Nng…I…I- can’t-” her words were fusing together into incomprehensible babbles of rapture, his name resounding like an unholy prayer. She truly was a whore, but she was his whore. She screamed in pleasure when he pulled her hair, brutal and cruel, as his other hand proceeded to slap her ass over and over again, leaving it burning and ruby-red. It felt euphoric for him to take so much built-up tension out in the form of fucking his wife senseless, even more so as thoughts of her overbrimming with his cum plagued his mind followed by the mental image of her round with his child; symbolic of his ownership of her. He came soon thereafter only to fuck her right through his orgasm, the semen flooding her walls and filling her womb pushed further into her by his aggressive strokes. Despite cumming he didn’t soften, fucking her deeper and harder as she cried for all the right reasons, now. “You’re going to look so,” he paused, murmuring, “good with my child inside you, round and all mine.” By this point, (Y/N) was a mewling mess, saliva dripping down her chin, unable to cry due to dehydration. His grip on her (h/c) tresses tightened as he pulled her by the hair to face him, head-turning so he could kiss her. It wasn’t a lover’s kiss, it was the kiss of devouring, of possession.

After he came again he forcibly lifted her up and slammed her against the wall, her breasts pressing against the freezing stone wall as her weak legs shook, his cock slamming into her, his cum flowing down her thighs and onto the floor. Her ass jiggled with each slam of his hips, her moans mindless and blissful. He loved her like this, sweaty and pliable, submissive to his will. As she should be, as she would be, every single day once he was done with her.

His perfect wife.

Hours passed and he only felt satisfied when he felt her body fall lifeless, exhaustion and overstimulation catching up to her lesser, mortal body. With a particularly loud gasp, he finished, releasing yet another load of his cum into her fertile womb. He’d lost count of how many times he came inside her, and was certain she would get pregnant tonight - and even if not, well…they’d just keep trying until she did. Gingerly, he allowed himself to look at her passed out, fucked-out face. She was a mess, and it tugged at his heartstrings as he sighed and pulled his cock out of her, putting on his trousers and unlocking her neck from the metal choker that kept her chained to the wall. He wrapped her nude body in his jacket, picking her up in his strong arms and making his way back up the stairs.

She looked so peaceful in his embrace, face cut up and sweaty. He couldn’t stop the smile across his face as he cuddled her close to him, each step bringing them closer to the light. He felt no guilt nor remorse, believing what he did was necessary - but that didn’t mean he didn’t love her. The way his dead heart tightened at the thought of her proved otherwise - he loved her far more than she would ever know, more than he’d ever be able to express. But it was due to this he couldn’t allow her to leave him. She was the only thing he truly loved in this world, and he wouldn’t lose her like he lost everything else he loved; this time, she would stay by his side forever.

Tenderly he placed her on his bed, cleaning her wounds himself before he wrapped her in the duvet. It wouldn’t do good for them to get infected. He’d make Reiji make her something to regain her strengths and blood tomorrow, once she awoke; but for now, he wanted nothing more than to sleep beside his wife, the love of his life and soon-to-be mother of his children.

And everything would be how it was supposed to be.

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hey, ummm i just saw you were writing with money (i hope u can understand me) and i don't have any money sooo can you not write my request ( i wanted reiji's and triplet's reaction for an infp girl )

Requests are free! You don't need to worry, I don't charge for requests - just for commissions, but those are very different in the sense that I write something specifically tailored to you instead of generalised headcanons or imagines.

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you COMMENT on fic? you comment on the story like it's worth something? oh! oh! love for reader! love for reader for One Thousand Years!!!!

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Tumblr. Why. Won’t you. Let me. Reblog. Ads.

I swear that this ad is my punishment for making fun of Post+. I want to just affirm I’ve never searched for anything akin to the things above on Etsy ajdjrjkfkrkd

I can’t believe this website banned nsfw content and yet every day Tumblr chooses violence by making me see shit like this. “Yes, that’s his spaceship” made me want to drown in bleach. For reference I have a vehement hatred for Elon Musk which makes me furious to have gotten this of all ads-

I am so sorry I know this is cursed but I cannot suffer alone. 😤😭😭

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Aight time to work on my masterlist (again), some of you might’ve noticed I’m making a few changes to how the blog looks <3

- Mod Rozalia.

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a very and i repeat very late collab piece for @myrulia and my “afterlife” collab :’) I had so much fun doing this and hosting the collab, I hope you guys enjoy this too<3

where giyuu and you didn’t get to confess to each other before dying so you do in the afterlife.

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WARNINGS: gn!reader - angst to fluff - manga spoilers (read at your own risk) - mentions of death/blood - character death - 1,1k+ words

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T. Giyuu[thick thighs smut]

Xfem Reader!

3rd Pov

Sexual content warning!/Inappropriate flirting

Includes: Passionate sex, loving sex, after care, biting, hickeys, praise kink, affection kink.

(Y/n) Kanroji was the lust pillar, meaning the occasional flirt would try ad pick her us was usual. Of course being the love pillars older sister she had to push them away and set an example. Always telling her younger sister that if a man only wants her for her body and not her mind throw him away!

"AHH! Nee-chan see you later after your mission! " Her sister screamed as her sister was putting on the usually male or men's uniform. Mitsuri knew of her comfort with her thighs or body in general. Instead of wearing the skirt she chooses to wear the pants.

But maybe one day a man would appreciate her and her body and mind..

Maybe..

...

"WHAT!" The eldest kanroji had just returned from a mission and her uniform..was..gone. Just tears..no way of saving it. So she went to the tailor and he said.

"Your going have to wear the actual woman's uniform..the skirt ma'am.." He knew after the first time persuading her that she wasn't the one to be all pervy with. So he was cautious.

"Is there any more men's pants?" She asked in a robe..she did not want to wear that skirt for the life of her and her pride. Her insecurity would get the better of her.

"I'm afraid not madam.. I'm sorry.." he handed her the skirt and let her go home to her estate in her knew outfit. She hated it. Hearing men catcall her and say things like :"NIce thighs!"

"Choke me with those thighs baby girl!"

"Thick thighs save lives, so come save mine~"

Just things that made her feel off and weird. She even saw younger demon slayers look at her oddly. Even her other pillars did it too. Shinazugawa staring, Tengen whistling. All making her off.

But there was one pillar who didn't just stare but he felt the need to make her feel better. Giyuu Tomioka was the current water pillar. And did he want to catcall her and praise her for her body? Yes.

Yes he did.

But in his own special way.

The next day it got worse. A bunch of young demon slayers were being rude and disgusting and trying to grope the lust pillar. By either slapping her ass as she walked by. Hugging her and trying to grope her. Or just using their swords to touch her.

This making her upset called out to the only other pillar around and to help. In her cries she was heard by a savior.

It was Giyuu.

He had already seen enough and frankly was disgusted and felt the need not only as a fellow human but as a man to stop this. He grabbed the two boys arms and dragged them the the headquarters. Oyakata-sama needed to hear and see this. Now.

"T-thank you Tomoika-san!" She whispered yelled. He looked back at her with blank eyes but told her sternly.

"Go to the water estate. I have something for you there."

He went on and went to the headquarters with crying and whining demon slayers. He was pissed but was waiting. The better is yet to come.

...

(Y/n) sat there waiting on the door step. She made it to the water pillar estate and waited. She could see him in the distance, she stood up trying to pull her skirt down in the process. Giyuu looked away and opened the door. He told her he had something to help her situation.

He lets her sit down on the small cushions he had in his home he walked to another place and let her wait. But while so he asked some questions.

"So why didn't you say anything to stop them? Your pretty strong too. So why? "

(Y/n) looked down maybe he thought she was week or thought something else. "I just didn't like them touching me..plus when people do I get scared and...I don't like my thighs that's all." Not very a sound reason but Giyuu understood. When your in fear you can't do much.

Giyu turned around to look at her. He was able to conceal his eyes and facial expressions. He walked towards her and crouched down to her eyes sight. He placed the extra pair of pants on her lap but before giving the away fully he asked her.

"Why? Why don't you like them? Do you not find them beautiful?" He looked up at her as she looked away. His hand came to the side of her cheek. He rubbed his thumb underneath her eye and whispered.

"Would you like for me to show you how beautiful you thighs and also how your so beautiful to me?" His eyes showed passion and care. He didn't want her for her body he loved her for her as a whole.

He had known the eldest Kanroji for a while and while knowing her she has been nothing but sweet. So their relationship with each other was already there. Just that someone needed to make the push happen.

She looked into his blue eyes and nodded slowly. Giyuu kissed her forehead and began, he wanted her to feel appreciated and loved. He might not be perfect but he would give his all for her.

"Your so beautiful..so amazing..just..awing.." He kissed her head and her forehead. His hand circled around her hips and lifted her up. Now being scared she would be too heavy he said something to ease her nerves..

"What's wrong? Do you not want to continue?"

"No-no its just.." She looked down and gestured to her thighs and stomach. "I'm not too heavy am I? I don't want to strain you or WAH!" He lifted her up fully and stood. Even threw her up into the air a little as he did so.

"If need be I would carry the world and the sun to prove to you, your are not heavy or too big. I can the world in my arms. You. If I can carry my world till I die then that should prove to you, you are not heavy. You will never be too heavy. Your are my world. I need to lift it and make sure it is in its perfection everyday."

He kissed her head again and kissed her nose making her smile. "Your are my sun, moon and just the universe to me (Y/n) Kanroji and you mean just as much as it to me..can I please show you why? Or how?"

She softly smiled and felt herself get flustered. She nodded. He kissed her hands and began.

"Your so perfect, I do not think anyone could compare.."

He kissed up to her neck. No making it seem to be rough or malicious. No. This was not his intent to seduce or make it seem he used her for vulnerability. He loved her and wanted her to see that.

His kisses felt warm and soothing. He kissed scars. He kissed markings from any other mission she has ever had. When he made it to her breast he looked up wanting verbal consent. ALL the way through this he wanted nothing but her saying she was fine with this.

"You may go on, Giyuu.." She was hesitant but seeing how he was not convinced by her answer all he did was kiss the exposed skin showing from her shirt and did not move on until she was fully sure she wanted this.

"I will not get angry if you do not want this..matter of fact I would be delighted to show my appreciation for you in other ways (Y/n). Therefore if you do not want to continue I would be fine. I can handle self control."

His words melted her heart. Out of all the men and tales she has heard never has one been so quickly to think about her and her feelings. He truly was one of a kind.

"Yes, please go on Giyuu." Having her voice sound less hesitant and more so willing he moved to unbutton her shirt and uniform. He kisses her exposed skin from out of her bra and parts of her stomach. He got onto his knees and moved in between her thighs.

Now Giyuu is smart, but a woman's bra is literally and embarrassment hell for a man who cannot take it off. Also a woman does not want it being ripped or torn apart. So what does he do?

Pull the straps down off her shoulders and pull the bra from her chest down to her stomach so he can turn it to see how to take it off. And it worked. He did it fast too. He placed her bra of the pile of clothes that were neat at the end of the cushions.

Kissing her breast and also latching onto her nipple and areola. He sucked on and played with the other hearing the cute and beautiful mewls and soft moans from her mouth and her voice echoing through his mind. Just making his aroused wasn't a hard thing to do if it was her.

"Such beautiful sounds my love, so amazing.."

He kissed the nipple and gave same treatment to the other. He loved her voices and praises. He kissed down her stomach and kissed her thighs. Feeling a little insecure she gently pulled at his haori and uniform.

"You take them off too..to be fair." She smiled at him to make him feel easier. He unbuttoned his shirt and uniform and soon both were shirtless.

His hands made way back to her hips and he went for a kiss, but paused. "Can I?" She giggled and nodded. "Yes you may kiss me Giyuu." He mumbled a thanks and kissed her passionately.

Tongues dancing and swirling, saliva almost dipping from their mouths, Giyuu griped her chin do deepen the kiss more. Groans and moans elicited out of their throat as Giyuu moved them both to the soft cushions to lie down more.

With the cushions on her back, it made the eldest Kanroji arch her back as her lover kissed down her neck, creating marks of love and appreciation. Giyuu kissed down to her stomach as he looked up at her once more.

"May I take this off?" He asked with a confident and strong voice. His blue eyes were oceans filled with affection and love. "Yes, you may Giyuu.." He kissed her hand as if caressed his face. He pulled off her stockings and then her skirt slowly. He stared, making her feeling more self- conscious.

" I have no idea why you hide your legs, but if it were just you and I.." He moved up to her lips again. He whispered in her ear with a deep and husky groan.

"But I'd love to explore and scavenge them anytime if you let me, (Y/n)." He kissed the shell of her ear and made his way back down. His kissed felt like drips of fire on her spine. Burning yet addictive. The sway of his tongue felt waves of pleasure through her body.

To whatever high heaven his advances came from made her heart flutter at the small praises he made for her.

"Your unremarkable and beautiful."

"Your moans are like calls of the angels.."

"Please, my love your bless me with all of you.."

"Gods you are just beautiful, no man should be able to touch you as I do..I cannot wait to see you as mine.."

He kissed her waistline. Her panties had a small wet stain and the sight of her trying to hide it made his cock twitch in its confines. His pants felt tighter and tighter as the session went on. Giyuu wanted to skip on the fanatics. He needed to show her his full apprecitation.

"Please, (Y/n) I don't want to be seemed as one of those type but-" Her hand caressed his face, she smiled sweetly at him. he would never be one of those types of guys. Never.

"You can Giyuu, I want you to show me how much love you have for me, wouldn't you like it too? For you to fill me with your love?"

His ears burned. He crawled up to her and pushed her panties to the side. He kissed her face as his cock was lulled out of his black pants. He whispered to her. "If this is what you want, I love you so much.." He kissed as he slowly seethed himself into her. Her arousal mixed with his leaking precum making the entry smooth.

(Y/n) gasped as she held onto his neck and back tightly to ground herself. He was larger than most and the stretch hurt a little. He kissed her jaw and neck to help soothe the stretch. They both felt bliss in each others comfort and warmth.

"T-thank you Giyuu.. you can move." she breathed out. He nodded and thrusted in and out at an easing pace. Giyuu muttered and moaned out more praises and words of affection. (Y/n) figured out something wonderful about her newest become lover.

"Please Giyuu, give me all your love, fill me up with it so we can share it..." With this ask of him, the water pillar felt himself grow more aroused and felt the need to up the ampy.

He leaned up and put her legs on his shoulders, he pulled out far enough to the tip and then thrusted back in over and over again. Each time his tip hitting her cervix making the stars in her eyes form. Loud moans, groans and praises spewed from the couple.

Giyuu thrusted more and more, his thumb on her hips moved to play with her clit, he wants her to be pushed towards her orgasm. (Y/n)'s toes began to curl at his more vigorous pace. His hips smacked against hers and the goosebumps forming on her skin as she could feel closer and closer to her impending orgasm.

Giyuu leaned down to kiss her on her lips as he thrusted a few more times, wearing her and his orgasms. Him pulling out to cum on her thighs and her cuming on his cock while he pounded into her.

Both were panting and quiet. No words needed to be spoken.

"Please do not feel insecure about yourself anymore. I'll give you spare pants if you still need them (Y/n). But if anyone dare mess with you about your body please tell me..so I can deal with it?"

She nodded and kissed his forehead. His body weight on top of hers felt comforting. Heavy breathing eased as both listened to each others silence and love. Giyuu then remembered how she should get cleaned up for the meeting about those slayers. He lifted her tired body slowly and went to go sit her on the toilet.

He told her it is best to pee afterwards, to be safer than sorry. He ran a bath for the both of them. The whole time he loved her and massaged her joints and anywhere of discomfort. He wanted her to be upmost happy.

He gave her the spare pants and he put his on too. The two to dressed and headed on out. While walking Giyuu made sure to threaten Sanemi and Tengen while his lover conversed with her younger sister.

Anyting just for her and her love..

"So you like my thighs?"

"Yes, thick thighs save lives (Y/n).."

"I could suffocate you tomi-"

"And then I could die happy and see Sabito. Best way to go."

"wow.."

#ik this is primarily a dialovers blog #but I wanna extend out to other fandoms #anyways this was so amazing I had to reblog and share it I am such a Tomioka Simp-

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Love that this means I'm blogging pro bono. Volunteer blogger. Proletariat blogger. A blogger of the people.

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Disclaimer: I won’t make you pay to see my hyperfixations and writings. You all get to suffer those free!

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Could I ask a request of Mukami brothers showing affection and love to their little sister please?

okay so; I changed the plot a little…it started with just cute fluff but the more I wrote the more it turned into “Traumatised Little Sister Reader Bonds With Her New Adoptive Vampire Brothers”

Also; unedited, might have some mistakes. I tried so hard but it feels a little lacklustre, I feel the overall story might not hold up well, so I apologise in advance.

Warnings: Self-harm mentions (Azusa’s scenario), Implied past domestic abuse, Mod Rozalia’s Writing, Plot Holes Probably

Premise:

One day Karlheinz had arrived unannounced with a young teenage girl, announcing she was to be their new ‘sister’ and that he expected the Mukamis to accept her accordingly as ‘one of them’.

Ruki:

To begin with, he wasn’t overly interested in even befriending the young girl; he doubted they would have any shared interests and was too busy planning and sorting out the Adam and Eve plan with Yui to focus on playing with a child.

He expected you to be, quite frankly, somewhat of a brat; if only because he’d been a brat when he was younger but failed to consider why Karlheinz had brought you here - too busy to acknowledge that everyone in their house had at some point been abandoned, hurt, wrecked like a torn painting.

It was on a particular rainy night that he came across your form as you quietly read on the windowsill of one of the parlour rooms, and he paused as he stood by the doorway, observing you with a raised eyebrow

He hadn’t realised you enjoyed reading.

You looked…cute, admittedly - and he wondered for a moment if you had the same tastes in novels as he did; but he also knew how frustrating it was to be distracted when reading so he walked silently away, leaving you to your own devices.

You and Ruki had only spoken curtly when need be; you kept to yourself and so did he, but he wondered whether it would do you some good to open up.

Surely, you’d been through a lot - it was slowly sinking into him that Karlheinz surely had brought you here for a reason.

And now he was curious as to what that reason was.

He made you some soup, one winter night - he’d been observing you for several weeks now and noticed you didn’t tend to eat much. And though he wasn’t the most caring of people, there was an unusual need that tugged at him to care for you.

Perhaps it was your youth that made him want to take care of you - the part of him that wanted to ensure that children would be safe like he hadn’t been.

You hesitantly took it in your hand, sipping on it delicately - obviously intimidated by his presence.

“I know you don’t like me.”

Your statement had surprised him; you were a soft-spoken young girl, but you spoke little to him and he hadn’t expected you to make assumptions. If anything, it almost hurt to hear you sound so convinced of it.

“I don’t dislike you, no.” He responded without hesitation, “I see no reason why you should think that.”

He felt ashamed to make a young teenage girl think she’s done something wrong to earn his indifference - it was simply how he was, and couldn’t be helped.

“…” Silence fell upon you both as you held the soup in your hands, unable to think of anything else to say as the winter blizzard outside howled. “I know I’m a burden on you all.”

You had considered yourself to be a burden - and though he couldn’t deny that he did view you as a nuisance initially - He had a task to accomplish, an important job given to him by his maker, who then immediately made his life difficult by bringing a youthful girl-child to take care of - he had grown to be somewhat fond of you from a distance.

“You like to read,” He decided changing the subject would be the best course of action

“Yeah.” You weren’t eating anymore, instead playing with the liquid in the bowl and the metal spoon in your hand.

He sucked a silent breath in, hating how awkward this situation was right now.

“Look,” He finally stated, confidence returning to his tone, “You…are here for a reason.” He hesitated for a moment but regained the flow of where he was going with this, “I don’t know what that reason is, yet, but what I do know is that you were brought here to us because a great vampire decided it’s best. And he saved us - Kou, Yuma, Azusa and I - and I have a feeling he saved you, too.”

Your eyes watered but you refused to cry, staring down into the reflection in the soup.

Ruki then decided to do something unthinkable, and confessed scarce details of his own past, gaining your increased attention as you put the soup down, listening to him with shaky breath.

It was clearly difficult for him to talk about his past but he pressed on.

After he was done, you sniffled, and blurted out your own tragic tale. He gripped onto the material of the couch tightly, and though he’d long believed his heart to be glazed with ice he couldn’t help but feel his heartstrings being pulled by your woeful story.

It was no wonder that Karlheinz had taken you to them; you belonged here, it seemed.

Smiling sadly, he picked the bowl sitting on the table and growing cold into his hands, and placed them back into yours. “Vampire or not, you must eat.” He decided, “You need the strength.”

There was an unspoken aura of care and affection, his silent way of accepting you into their family that made you feel like you belonged, if only for a moment.

You took it, and continued eating in silence - and yet, it was far from the awkward silence it had been as Ruki pulled out a book, reading on the couch beside you as you ate.

This was a silence of comfort, of understanding and care.

Ruki understood, now, that he cared about you.

And he’d never allow anything more to harm you again; just as Yuma, Kou and Azusa were his brothers, you were now his sister.

And he took care of his family.

Kou

If there was one brother that made you most uncomfortable during the beginning of your stay at the Mukami house, it was Kou

You had a feeling he didn’t even realise how nervous he made you.

Truth be told he had expected you to swoon and be starstruck at his very presence; he was a popular idol within your age group! Surely you knew all about him and were a fan, everyone was his fan.

But much to his chagrin and surprise you were not his fan.

From that realisation he’d developed a need to be liked to a suffocating degree. Kou liked being liked; he needed to be adored or he felt like he would die.

Wasn’t he everything you could possibly want in an older brother? He was popular and wealthy and famous - the perfect traits for a big brother, no?

So why did you avoid him like the plague? He couldn’t understand!

He needed you to like him! He just had to make you like him!

A part of him always wondered what having a little sister would be like, and he wasn’t about to let this opportunity go to waste.

You didn’t like him constantly pestering you - it was annoying and uncomfortable especially given your past.

Still, he persisted, but the harder he tried, the more he pushed you away.

New dresses and current fashions spread across your bed, electronics, jewellery - everything to bribe you into liking him; except this was the exact reason you did not like being around him; he was trying to buy your attention and you hated this fact.

Still, you begrudgingly didn’t argue, letting him buy you things if they made him happy; you liked it when others were happy

However Kou knew when someone was lying and every time you claimed to be grateful for a present he could tell you weren’t. What sort of ungrateful brat were you?

It was during the summer that you finally snapped; Kou forced you into attending some stupid Idol event with him - something about “bonding with him and getting to see the industry” and you were having anything but fun.

Everything was too loud, too many girls swarmed him and worse; too many people were interested in you. They interrogated you about what it was like to be an “adoptive sister” of such a beautiful, talented idol and you felt like you were going to cry out in anger.

And at some point in the evening that was exactly what happened. You screeched, stopping the event to a haul when Kou was trying to earn some publicity by giving you some expensive bracelet in front of the press.

“I don’t want your stupid presents! All you ever do is give me things I don’t even need! I don’t need this! I don’t need any of this so just leave me the hell alone!”

He blinked in disbelief - had you truly just exploded about receiving presents? Didn’t everyone like presents?

The crowd around you gasped in horror - you seriously just refused a gift from - AND humiliated - an idol as influential as Kou Mukami!?

Tears welling in your eyes, you wished Ruki was here with you instead. “I…I, I, I….I…” You stuttered out, looking around in panic at the disapproving and judgemental faces of fans and journalists alike, gulping as you hit the present out of Kou’s hand, letting it fly across the grass, and then turned on your heels, running off into the distance.

Kou took several moments to regain his composure, not sure what the hell just happened - why were you such a goddamn brat?

Still, he had a feeling Yuma or Ruki - if they were here - would slap him over the head for being an idiot, undoubtedly

He sighed, throwing on a quick smile as he faced the crowds, “Sorry everyone! But the event is gotta be cut short, okay?” He then picked up the bracelet in its box sitting on the green grass, “I’ve got a sister to console.”

Everyone sighed and cheered for him, Kou was so kind that even when his new sister was so horrible and awful to him, he was STILL caring! Oh! He was truly such a dream man!

He found you sitting by a stream as the stars started to awaken and speckled across the sky. Bracing himself, he took a deep breath and sat down beside you.

You bit your lip as you sniffled and looked away from him, wanting nothing more than to bury yourself. You’d antagonised yourself in the public eyes of the media and Kou’s fans, but worst of all you humiliated Kou himself with your childish behaviour.

“I-I’m sorry!” You cried out after a few moments, shaking your head hysterically.

Something about how vulnerable you were reminded him of himself when he was your age and he sucked a breath in, putting the box aside and pulling you into a hug, trying to actually console you.

“I-I…s-shouldn’t have done that.” You whimpered to him, “I just…I hate it! I hate all these gifts…t-they’re not me.”

Oh.

OH.

He thinks he understands, now.

“I…I….I don’t want these things. I don’t like it when you get me expensive dresses or phones or tablets,” You pulled away, finally opening up what has been killing you for months. “It feels like you’re trying to buy me,” Well you weren’t wrong - he thought that was just the way to get you to like him, though.

“A-And I…I…” You broke down, crying about your story with a heavy heart, and revealing everything in your dark past.

He understood now.

“Hey…” He whispered, smiling softly as he ran a hand through your now messy hair, “It’s okay. I’m okay - and you’ll be okay, too.” He wasn’t used to being so soft with anyone but he admittedly did have some kind of soft spot for you and had from the start.

He started to braid your hair, “How about we go home and you can tell me about that book you’ve been nerding out to - or like, whatever.”

You smiled as your tears slowly dried on your skin, nodding. “I’d like that.”

Maybe communication had been what was lacking, and improving it was the key to having the bond you both wished you could have.

Yuma:

In spring you got closer to Yuma.

You had always been a wallflower - the silent girl who read books, wrote poems, listened to music by herself and generally did things that would make her stay out-of-the-way.

You were polite and tended to only speak when spoken to, and only then if you had to.

Yuma appreciated that peace, at first. He appreciated the fact you weren’t like that lovable idiot Kou.

Still, he could tell you weren’t exactly “Okay” - there seemed to be much wrong with you - you were too silent, too shaky and too polite, he noted.

But he also wasn’t exactly the definition of “affectionate”. He was brash and he knew it.

Yet a handful of months passed and you’d made little friends in the academy, and tended to stick to yourself instead a little too much. He appreciated enjoying being alone but he frowned to himself when he acknowledged that you didn’t seem to like being alone - you were just lonely and as far as he could tell, needed a way to grow like a seedling stuck under a bush, over the obstacles and into the sunlight.

He was working in the garden when he thought of an idea, looking down at the crops he was tending to.

“Do you know anything about gardening?” He asked you out of nowhere one evening as you prepared for school. You shook your head, “N-No. I’m sorry, I wish I could help you with whatever you require but I am awful when it comes to using my hands for manual labour.” Your words were rushed and scared, out all brothers you feared Yuma the most. He seemed like the type to get aggressive and violent and your past had a little too much of that to be comfortable around a possible time bomb.

He frowned, but then huffed, crossing his arms, “Well then wear something that you can get dirty in tomorrow. I’ll teach you.”

You froze, shocked and turned to politely decline but he’d walked away before you could raise a peep of protest. You sighed and brushed your hair.

That following day, you did as instructed because you wanted to get these ‘lessons’ over and done with as fast as possible and hide back in your refuge of books.

You walked into the garden, hesitant as he looked up from the plant he’d been tending to, scoffing, “You finally came, huh?” He huffed, “I thought I’d have to come to your room and drag you down here with how late you are.”

“I-I’m sorry….”

He frowned at the fear in your voice - he knew he was kind of an asshole, yeah, but you sounded authentically frightened of him and he didn’t want that to continue. He mentally cursed himself for speaking to you with such a crude, harsh tone.

He needed to try and make you feel a little more comfortable, he supposed.

“Come on.” he sighed, “I’ll show you which plants are which. We’ve got a long way to go.”

From then on, your gardening time was steadily increased and you found yourself enjoying it more than you thought you would; getting your hands dirty in the mud and planting herbs, flowers and fruits alike.

The more time you spent tending to the plants with Yuma, the more you realised how he had good intentions in mind - usually - he was just absolutely trash at conveying them.

He had a natural protective shield around himself and his emotions, and that shield was the defense mechanism of being an asshole.

But the longer you actually knew him, the more you grew to appreciate him. You discovered that gardening significantly improved your anxiety and made it easier to cope with memories and nightmares from your past. It was therapeutic.

You didn’t speak to Yuma a whole lot during these sessions of united gardening, but there was a metaphysical bond that formed between you both through the weeks of basic questions, answers and chit-chat mixed with his plant-orientated wisdom.

Soon, you started to associate gardening - and Yuma - with harmony and safety. He made you feel safe from your past. He was tall and strong and if you were honest that fact brought you more peace than fear these days; you observed the way he treated his plants, it was almost comedic since he could be so rude and harsh and yet acted as though his garden was a daycare abundant with his children.

As for Yuma he became more attached to you than he’d meant to; and he would find himself glancing your way as you were concentrated with repotting your self-grown rosemary plant, smiling secretly to himself because this was the most serene he’s ever seen you, and pride swelled in his chiselled chest at the realisation he was the one to introduce you to gardening in the first place.

When he first demanded that you help him tend to the garden you hated the notion, fearing him so deeply you’d wanted to stay as far away from him as possible; his nature which you perceived as violent was too familiar for comfort. And now…now you were grateful for him, because he proved himself to be entirely different from the aggressive violence you’d been used to in the past, and in a way you felt as though, if the time ever came for your past to catch up with you, Yuma might just protect you from /them/.

One night, he found you in the garden tending feverishly to the crops when everyone else was asleep. He’d woken to get some water but on the way he got the sudden protective need to check up on you. It was strange, but he found himself checking up on you often lately, just…making sure you were safely asleep. He knew though that it was the sinking fear that something might happen to you which influenced this need to protect you.

Seeing that you weren’t in bed made his adrenaline pump and he hurried around searching for you when everyone else was in deep sleep, desperate to find you as fears of worst-case scenarios flooded his mind; what if someone took you? What if you got hurt?

He hated to acknowledge it but he cared about you and he protected those he cared about. You managed to worm your way into the list of people you would die for - you were his /little sister/ now, and he’d be damned if he let anything happen to you.

Seeing you in the garden as tears poured from your cheeks made his heart clench painfully. Why were you this shaken up?

“Hey, Kid…” He awkwardly called out, not quite sure how to act.

You gasped and looked over at him, confused, and then embarrassed. “Y-Yuma!” You sobbed out - a sound that stabbed him sharply because he hated hearing you so distraught.

Suddenly you rushed over to him, abandoning your work on the plants and practically jumped into his embrace, sobbing loudly. “Yuma!” It seemed as though something bad had occurred and he was baffled, but pulled you into his chest as if you were a small child.

He was silent as he held you, not sure how to ask what was wrong. He looked around for any hidden threats - had you been harmed? But he noted it was only you and him awake in the entire house.

After you calmed down, you pulled away, wiping at your eyes. “I-I’m sorry! I just…I..” You swallowed thickly, ashamed, “I had a nightmare about some…memories.”

He took a deep breath and pulled you back into a hug, stroking your hair. He was clumsy with his movements, not used to physically comforting anyone, but you appreciated that he was trying to be kind.

You felt he deserved an explanation, though, and so you spent the following few hours sobbing out your past - how you were surrounded by violence all your life until Karlheinz found you and gave you this newly found serenity in life.

Yuma’s grip on you tightened as he clenched his teeth. If he ever met people from your past he was going to knock the life right out of them for hurting you.

He was going to defend you and keep you safe from harm from now on, and he was going to succeed. He…hadn’t been successful protecting others whom he cared about in his past but he’d atone for all his past mistakes by keeping you safe.

Azusa:

Autumn had snuck its way into your lives, painting green leaves a rusty red and blossoms turned orange with its breath.

Every day that passed made you feel more ‘at home’ in the Mukami household. You were beginning to form a true identity like you hadn’t been before.

You always had personality of course, but you’d grown up in an environment that never allowed you to discover the kind of person you were, and you were only just now beginning to find yourself like you were never before able to.

Out of all brothers, you instantly liked Azusa. He was…odd, you admit, but he was quiet and sweet and you found that you and him were not too different.

His obsession with knives…it scared you, and you tried to avoid seeing them, or even that topic of conversation with him.

He was kind enough to acknowledge it, even if he did not understand it (something about how he couldn’t imagine someone /not/ liking knives)

He was a gentle soul - and between Kou’s rowdiness, Yuma’s constant moodiness and Ruki’s….silent authority, you enjoyed being around Azusa.

He was a fresh breath of air in the chaos of the Mukami household.

Still, your interactions with him have been scarce, neither of you really being ‘out there’ enough to do anything outwardly together.

You tried to avoid any talk of knives with him - it brought back painful memories - but one Autumn evening you found him trying to hurt himself, and panicked.

“Azusa!” You cried out, pulling the knife away and throwing it across the room, lulling him into your embrace, “What…what were you doing!?”

He was confused - why were you this upset? He knew you didn’t like his knives but you were so…sad. Did he upset you? Was it his fault?

You sobbed loudly, holding him to you. You pulled away and apologised for your reaction, shakily explaining to him you disliked seeing him hurt himself.

He blinked, and then pulled you into a hug himself. “That’s okay.” he whispered. “I…didn’t mean…to make you….upset,” He stated in that slow tone he always spoke in.

After that day, he made sure to try and not harm himself if you could see it. In his mind, he saw nothing wrong with it, but he didn’t want you to cry because of him again…

You were outside collecting fallen leaves - something you always liked to do when autumn came around - and Azusa came out to join you, curious as to what you were doing.

You explained it to him and he wanted to join in, so you allowed him to pick some leaves with you and place them into the large woven basket.

It was immensely enjoyable for you both, yet there was a sense of awkwardness and uncertainty in the air, but you did not wish to talk about anything upsetting right now.

You weren’t sure if you could mentally handle talking about your past yet again. It seemed to haunt you everyday of your life.

You feared you would never be free.

“…(Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

“Why…don’t you…like…seeing people…in pain?”

His question made you gasp and drop the leaf basket. He immediately knew he’d pushed too far, regretting it, and got on his knees to try and pick the basket and fallen leaves back into it.

You bit your lip and crouched down, helping him. “I’m sorry,” You muttered, voice shaky. “Your question just…was out-of-the-blue.”

Another moment of silence.

“Some bad people used to hurt me.” You finally explained.

He was confused - “But….” he paused, “When someone…hurts you, that…that means…you’re needed.”

Your eyes met his, tearful and sorrowful. “It hurts to see you hurt because it reminds me of the way I used to hurt myself.”

You then took a sharp inhale in, and lifted up the material of your shirt, revealing the hidden eternal scars for him to see. “I used to hurt myself because the pain was so unbearable.” You admitted, “The pain of living.”

You and Azusa were as different and as similar as could be.

“It’s…it’s also why I hate the talk of knives. They’d hurt me, and I’d hurt myself, too, because it was all I knew. I hated myself so much…” Your tone grew darker than Azusa had ever heard it before, and it sent fear streaming down his spine.

You knew how it felt.

“Th…There’s ways around it, you know…” You stated, picking the now-full basket up and standing up, before giving him a hand to help him. “…You don’t have to hurt yourself just to feel things. It’s a temporary relief.”

He wasn’t sure how to react; he knew that Ruki, Yuma and Kou cared about him and supported him and yet he didn’t think he ever met someone who’d be in a similar exact situation as himself.

You both had differing outlooks on a similar situation - but he also knew how it felt. And he noted how much younger than him you were, suddenly feeling despair in his chest knowing that you’d gone through the same thing, and yet he just couldn’t comprehend why you did not find the pain good. Still - if pain upset you, the least he could do was try his best to not hurt you or himself around you.

He hugged you, and you hugged him back, nuzzling into him tightly. Solidarity.

Ruki, Yuma and Kou had accepted him into their group - their family - and now it was time for him to welcome you into their family, too.

You were one of them, now; and he was going to try and make you happy and feel needed - even if what made him feel useful wasn’t the same as what gave your life meaning - he was going to try and make everyday a happy one.

It was…nice. Having a little sister.

The two of you continued to pick fallen leaves, and then made beautiful fall decor.

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