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chosopie · 7 months

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PART 2, CONQUERER - RYOMEN SUKUNA

RECAP: After Sukuna invades your nation and kills the man you were betrothed to, he decides to take you as his queen. You comply to his requests to keep your little brother Yuji safe.

SUMMARY: You had just been wedded to Sukuna, and now it was time for your mating ceremony.

cw: battle for dominance, oral sex (f receiving), doggy, hair pulling, riding, slight choking, breeding, reader is inspired by helen of troy

: ̗̀➛ part 1

The ballroom in the heart of your palace remained lively with people dancing, singing, and eating heartily. Lots of women would wear outrageously flashy or expensive dresses that would, in their hopes, catch the new King’s eyes. They did not know Sukuna, for he would not even bat an eye at those kind of women. He has come so far to defeat every neighboring nation just to get to yours. He brought death and destruction with his footsteps, and let war sit on the right side of his shoulder just so he could have you in his hands, the woman kings and noblemen from every nation sought after. Your beauty was like no other in the world—so captivating that men would wage wars against each other to have your delicate hand. Your previous fiancé did just that, and quickly failed when Sukuna came lurking behind his careless back.

Tonight, you had just hosted the largest banquet anyone has ever seen. Such a lavish event is fitting for the union of the most beautiful woman in the world and the greatest conquerer man has ever seen. Sukuna patiently waited for you in his quarters, his muscular and broad body covered in a black silk robe with gold embroidery. On the other hand, your handmaidens were bathing you in soaps and fragrances that were made with the finest and rarest materials people can only dream of getting their hands on, yet here they were, being used to bathe your soft body. The girls patted you dry with a big and fluffy towel, then helped you slip onto your sheer nude lingerie that had diamonds around your chest, making your skin glisten in the warm lights. On top of that, you draped a large white silky robe over your body, the cool fabric sending a shiver down your spine.

You passed through the thin curtains and Sukuna was sat on the bed, waiting for you. He looked up, eyes immediately locked on your figure that was barely covered by your garments. He couldn’t help but envision your fully naked body, but he quickly shook those thoughts away upon realization that in a few seconds, he would be able to feast on your bare body. It would be all his.

“Come, woman,” Sukuna gestured you to move closer to him with his pointer finger.

You scoffed. “I have a name. Did you not know?”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re going to forget your name after tonight,” he smirked.

“I’d like to see you try,” you slid off your robe, exposing your body that was barely covered by the lingerie. Sukuna’s eye’s wandered on your chest and down to your plump hips and thighs. You walked towards him, his eyes remained fix on your body as he watched each and every movement you made.

Sukuna looked up at you, his hands stroking your sides and tracing every curve. His touch was warm and it made you burn with excitement. This man was capable of making you feel so much. You could fear him, and at the same time lust over the fact that he could destroy anything within an arm’s length. The power in his hands made you tremble with arousal.

It made you wonder whether you were doing all this just to protect whatever remained of your nation and your baby brother or if you were just as power-hungry as the greedy conquerer beneath you.

You pushed his hands away and slowly took off your lingerie while holding eye contact with him. There was an intense warmth that radiated off his body. You lifted up your arms to cup his face and push it towards the heat of your pussy. To your surprise, he didn’t protest. Instead, he put his hands on your hips for support while he buried his face into your cunt, his hot tongue lapping at your wet folds. You legs shivered and the pacing of your breath quickened.

“Sukuna,” you moaned, and he suddenly stopped. He moved back, but his face remained close to your wetness.

“Call me Ryomen,” he lowly said, before resuming his work.

His mouth was skilled in its work. He repeatedly licked and would occasionally bite on your clit, sending a wave of pleasure to wash over your body. It felt like electricity, the way the heat and arousal would travel up to your body with sparks. While he sucked hardly on your clit, he covered his fingers in your slick, then pushed them inside you. You gasped, your fingers tangled in his locks of hair. You moaned and writhed, pushing his head closer to you. At this point, your thighs were suffocating Ryomen, preventing him from breathing, but he didn’t care; his mind was solely focused on making you cum.

“Ryo,” you tried saying, the word smoothly rolling off your tongue. “I’m close.”

Ryomen felt his blood rushing. Most people who dared to speak of his first name would often say it with such fear for their lives, but the way your voice spoke his name made it sound so sweet like nectar was dripping from the tip of your tongue. He groaned against your pussy, the vibration making you hiss. His fingers kept thrusting and curling inside of you in such a fast pace that caught your breath. The pads of his fingers were rubbing your sweet spot while his tongue continued to play with your throbbing clit. The pleasure started to build up and you could feel it on your lower abdomen. You let out a moan before releasing yourself, your fluids coating his fingers and chin.

Your husband stood up and took his robe off, revealing his toned chest, abdomen, the big scar that ran in a straight line from his chest to stomach, and his lengthy cock. He grabbed your hand and placed it right on the scar, letting you trace it with your fingers along with the intricate muscles on his abdomen.

“See what you did? No one has ever been able to get this close to me.” He whispered.

“I know,” you smirked.

“Don’t get too cocky now, girl.” Ryomen warned.

“Me? Cocky?” He grabbed both of your arms and pushed you onto the bed. He held your arms behind your back, firmly holding them in place.

“Fuck you,” you muttered, but Ryomen didn’t hear because your face was pressed onto the sheets of your bed, muffling your voice.

“Arch your back for me,” he said into your ear, his chest pressed against your back.

Your face grew hot. Complying with his request, you arched you back and pushed yourself onto him, the wet head of his cock tapping your ass. Ryomen groaned at the sensation and slapped your ass. It didn’t hurt much, but it stung in a way that only got you more horny. He parted your legs and rubbed his dick on your folds, lubing it with your juices.

He was way too big.

This was going to be your first time and you weren’t sure if you could even take him. With his length and girth, it might end up hurting you. You propped yourself up and turned to look at him from the corner of your eye.

“It’s my first time,” you panted.

“Good,” Ryomen smiled. “Be honored. You’re my first as well. I’ll make sure you can handle it.”

That was the first time you’ve seen him genuinely smile. “That’s a surprise.”

“It is the culture of my homeland.”

Ryomen tightly held onto the soft flesh your hips, slowly pushing his dick in you. He starts thrusting with only half of his dick inside, but you already felt so full. His cock is so gritty is rubs every spot in your walls. Your pussy tightly clamps onto him, making his breath quiver. “You’re so tight,” he breathed.

It takes everything in Ryomen to not just thrust into you at full speed. He had to be careful with you, but every instinct in him is telling him otherwise. The sound of your pussy squelching on his length and the way both your fluids were dripping down your labia was driving him crazy. His mind was in a frenzy and his hands grew hot as he continued to feel up your ass.

“Too much,” you whined. “You’re too big.”

“If that was the case, why is your tight greedy pussy pulling me in,” Ryomen lightly chucked as he watched your pussy swallow his dick. The whole of him now buried deep inside you, making a small bulge on your stomach. His hand reached for your hair and tugged on it so you could face him. “Look how well your pussy is taking me.”

Your eyes were watery, not a single thought present behind them. Your mind was trapped in a haze of lust. All you could feel was the big surge of pleasure that came with each thrust. Beads of sweat dripped from your forehead and your back.

“Faster, Ryomen.” You dared to say.

“Finally. You can’t take that back anymore, alright?”

With no hesitation, Ryomen started thrusting into you hard and fast, causing your body to rock back and forth, your tits bouncing with you. He cupped your breasts, squeezing and kneading on them like dough. You could feel his dick twitching, eager to release its seed and paint the walls of your cunt white. He started panting and groaning, the pace of his thrusts getting sloppy and desperate. You could feel another orgasm following through, the tight feeling making your pussy spasm around his cock. A string of moans left your mouth as you allowed yourself to cum all over his dick, your insides tightening then letting go, milking his dick as he came with you. He looked at your shaking figure that glistened with sweat under the lights of the room. He groaned your name and laid his head on your shoulder, inhaling your intoxicating scent.

The two of you stared at each other with lust-struck eyes. He was sweating and panting, his cheeks lightly tinted red. With his right hand, he grabbed your neck and pulled you towards him for a messy and passionate kiss. Your tongues danced with each other, eagerly fighting for dominance while the mixture of your spit dribbled down your chin. He lightly squeezed your neck and you moaned into the kiss. You placed your hands on his shoulders and pulled him on to the bed. Your hands remained on his shoulders as you got into a comfortable position to straddle him. He cocked an eyebrow at you, amusement painted his face as he watched with intent.

Lowering yourself on Ryomen, you felt his cock slowly stretch you out again, easily sliding in because of how his cum had filled your walls. You repeatedly bounced on his dick, the tip hitting your sweet spot more effectively. Both your moans filled the room’s quiet atmosphere. Your grip on his shoulders tightened as the warm and hot sensation took over your body once more, your nails digging into his skin, surely leaving marks. There it was again, his cocky smile showing on his face at the sight of you using his dick to get off. It was pathetic to see you try and dominate him in this position, but you just looked like a desperate bitch in heat. He would have never expected you to be so needy for him, after you had put so much effort to convince him with your little facade that you were so angry that he had forcefully taken you as his wife. Deep down, he knew that you had been waiting for this.

Quickly enough, your legs grew tired, but you didn’t want to stop—you were getting close again and you didn’t want to lose the momentum. He notices the way your chest heaved and how your legs trembled from exhaustion. He wraps his arms around your waist, and pushed your body onto his dick, then lifted you up again. This went on, and he was doing all the work again, moving your body up and down with ease while he thrusted into you in sync.

“What a pathetic attempt,” Ryomen laughed. You opened your mouth to say a remark, but the only thing that you could muster up were more moans.

“Did I fuck the brains out of you already? Tell me who you are.”

All you could muster up was a pathetic whine. He was right and you hated it. How could someone inexperienced make you instantly forget your own name with his cock?

“See,” Ryomen triumphantly smiled, baring his teeth. “I fucking told you.”

: ̗̀➛ part 3

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adollrable · 3 months

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Clinging to the bottle

⭐ summary: a night out with your friends leads you to find a possible date.

⭐ cw: use of alcohol and its effects (be safe guys, don't drink that much!!!) leon re2r x female reader, this is fluff... again and rc events didn't happen :] reader is legal enough for drink!

⭐ wc: 1564 + 332 (extra)

College stress is some of the worst you have in your young adulthood. Having teachers on top of you pushing you with absurdly useless assignments, studying for ridiculously long exams, dealing with insufferable people in your classes... It was all a horrible migraine for you.

So, thanks to the fact that the week of classes was over, you decided to go out with your friends to a bar near the city campus to relax for a while, maybe gossip, or look at cute boys, anything to distract you from the academic stress.

The night went on without much inconvenience, some of your friends got free drinks for everyone by flirting with some guys, which was appreciated.

You were having fun, not really aware of how much you had drunk.

Dancing, singing, giggling with your friends, everything was going great, until at a certain point in the night, you were completely wrapped up in someone. Some of your friends, you assumed, they know you're a loving drunk, so you thought it didn't matter that much.

Until a big hand positioned on your back.

Leon was tired after a hard week. His first month as a police officer with the Raccoon City Police Department has been more grueling than he was warned at the academy. But it's worth it to be able to wear his uniform with pride. Feels like he's doing something great.

So, when he got to his apartment, he hesitated a lot about whether to go out for a drink or stay home. A drink once in a while isn't so bad, right? He could use his police privileges to look imposing on the spot! But... He preferred not to attract much attention, his night out is going to be a night free from his job.

When he took off his uniform, he put on his casual clothes. Nothing flashy, he thought looking in the mirror. Tonight he's going to be another civilian enjoying a weekend night.

Once he arrived at the bar, he noticed how noisy it was at this time of night, apparently many people enjoyed spending their nights like this. He approached the bar and sat on one of the free stools, ordering a beer from the bartender who politely asked him what he wanted.

While he waited for his drink, he looked around. There was everything from college girls, to adults in formal suits drinking to relax, executives, lawyers, firefighters, builders. Many people.

When his beer arrived he thanked the bartender and took a sip, letting the liquid fill his system after releasing a sigh. Despite being alone, he didn't care much, he enjoyed the solitude of it.

Throughout the night, Leon drank no more than two beers. He took it slowly and enjoyed it, but he didn't want to spend his weekend hungover, so for his well-being, he decided not to drink much.

So, after paying for his drinks and leaving a generous tip for the bartender, he got up from his stool ready to leave. The only problem was that to go out, he had to go through that improvised dance floor that was occupied by several people.

He tried not to hit too many people as he passed, managing to get out of the crowd of people, until he felt soft arms wrap around him...

Since when were your friends so big? You felt like you were hugging someone strong, with big hands that could steady your wobbling body with ease.

You looked up with lazy eyes and found someone who wasn't from your circle of friends, but God, you probably found the cutest boy you could lay your eyes on. Blonde hair, blue eyes, pompous lips, little moles on his neck, were you dreaming? Because this man is like an angel on earth.

"Huh? W-why are you holding m-me..." You mumbled, feeling your cheeks color at the closeness, completely forgetting how you were the one who kept the hold so close. The guy chuckled and still didn't let go. "Me? You were the one who hugged me first."

"N-nuh-uh. I don't hug strangers.." Your mind was too foggy to remember what brought you so close to this handsome boy in the first place, and the alcohol in your system made you say the things your mind was thinking, "I don't hug strangers no matter how cute they are.."

Now it was the pretty guy's turn to blush, using his unoccupied hand to nervously scratch his neck. Cute. "Well, I'm flattered. But I think you're a little drunk, am I right?"

His voice was like a sweet melody that you could listen to all day, his smile was brighter than the lights at the bar and you felt your heart skip a beat. What is wrong with you? You just met him! "I'm not... I'm not druuunk. I just wanted to dance. But I got sleepy, then I wanted to sit, but I got dizzy."

He chuckled again at your not drunk explanation, steading you in his arm. "Okay little miss not drunk. I can give you something for the dizziness, but first, what's your name?"

You murmured your name as your head rested on his arm, which made him feel good. Leon isn't so lucky with girls and it certainly made him feel good that you threw yourself into his arms. Plus, you look very pretty.

"Pretty name for a pretty lady, I'm Leon. Leon Kennedy. Do you need a ride home?" Leon. What a nice guy, you liked him, even though your mind was not in the right place. You simply nodded. "Mhm, please."

"Alright, did you come with your friends? to let them know that you are safe and in good hands. I am a cop and it is my duty to help people." You felt even more safe with his reassuring words, so you turned around clumsily to look for your friends and point them with your finger when you found them. "Okay, come on, huh."

But you were clingier than expected, so you opened your arms to him to carry you in his arms, to which he only laughed and did not hesitate to comply, delicately passing hi arm under your legs and the other one behind your back. You clung to him and snuggled into his chest, listening in the distance to the conversation he had with your friends while you closed your eyes.

The next morning you woke up in your room, bundled up and with a terrible headache. What had happened? The sun streamed through your window, giving a reflection on your face. You let out a lazy groan at how radiant the sunlight was, adjusting your newly awakened eyes to the world.

When you finally regained consciousness, you noticed some things on your nightstand. Your phone, your keys, a glass of water, pills and a little note.

You frowned and took the note that said: "I hope you sleep well, yesterday you were very drunk. It was nice meeting you, though. I left you my number in case you want to go out one day, take care. :)

– Leon Kennedy"

Oh. Oh. You grabbed your phone and checked the group chat with your friends and. Oh. My. God.

The group was full of photos of you hugging the cute boy from yesterday, looking at him like a puppy begging for affection.

All the messages from your friends encouraged you to go out with him and call him, commenting on how sweet and attentive he was to you since you hugged him and decided not to let him go.

Shame ran through your veins and your cheeks were completely red at what had happened, but in an act of courage, you took the note again that had his phone number on the back.

Hesitating a little... You wrote him a message.

You: hi! i'm the girl from yesterday and i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable by hugging you and all of that :(

You: but i appreciate everything you've done for me and i would love to go out when you have time!

Your hands were shaking as you sent the messages and your cheeks were so red they could be mistaken for strawberries. You returned to the group with your friends and looked at the photos. You looked so stunned by him and he looked so sweet...

You realized that he brought you to your apartment, and left making sure you were okay. Which made your heart skip a beat. You bring the pills and the glass of water that was next to them, swallowing in one go so you could feel better as soon as possible.

When you felt your phone vibrate, you almost dropped it, looking at the notifications who it was. It was him.

Leon: Hey don't worry about it! You didn't make me feel uncomfortable or something, and it's no problem for me. Let's meet in the afternoon! I know a good place near where I work.

You smiled at his message and did not hesitate to respond.

You: yeah of course! send me the address and i'll be there :]

Who knew that a drunk night would bring you a nice date.

EXTRA: You were walking quickly on the sidewalk, avoiding the people who slowed down your journey while you carried a basket of cookies tied with a blue ribbon in your hand. Your destination seemed so close but the people walking at a snail's pace made it seem so far away!

Once you managed to pass the tedious and slow crowd, you managed to reach that building with the letters RPD all over the place.

With hurried steps, you entered the reception, rocking on your heels when the receptionist asked your reason for visiting. "Oh, I... I was coming to leave this to an officer."

"Name?" The woman asked, tapping keys on her keyboard, "Oh. Leon Kennedy. Isn't he on patrol?" You asked, feeling your cheeks flush at the thought of him.

"He's about to start one in about 40 minutes, he hasn't come out yet." You smiled, so your boyfriend would have a little time before he went on his patrol duties.

Once the receptionist gave you the pass to go, you went straight to his office, knocking on the door. "Come in." He said from inside and you peeked your head around the door frame.

When he saw you, a radiant smile came over him, "Hey, cutie. What are you doing here?" Leon stood up from his seat, heading to see you. You walked in and ran into his arms, leaving the basket of cookies on his desk. "I came to leave this with you before you go on patrol."

"Thank you, baby. I really appreciate it. I'll eat them while I'm stuck in traffic." He chuckled and you smiled, bringing your lips to his.

If someone had told you that the guy you hugged while you were drunk would end up being your boyfriend, you probably would have believed that to be impossible, but here you are, bringing him cookies to his work, giving him kisses, and waiting for him when his shift is over.

a/n: HELLOOO I'M SORRY I WASN'T ACTIVE T T i was at the worst of my career and it was hard to keep up :( but i'm very happy to be back even for a little while!!!! hope y'all enjoy this, i think i'm a little stiff in my writing but i'll make sure to get better ☝🏻 feel free to give me some corrections or advice! likes, comments and reblogs are very appreciated 🩷🩷🩷 bye-bye!

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sakkiichi · 1 year

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YOU’RE A CRISIS OF MY FAITH.

You meet him under the brightness of ballroom lights and the vibrant colors of his mask. However, is it a good idea to let yourself be lead by infatuation?

feat. Childe, Kaeya, Kaedehara Kazuha, Lyney, Albedo x gn! reader.

cw/genre: romance, fluff, slight angst in kazuha’s and lyney’s, royal masquerade au. reader wears a dress, mildly suggestive allusions on childe’s (very soft).

i would like to dedicate childe, kaeya and albedo’s part to my dearest @bunny-rambles <3 albedo’s part is dedicated to the sweetest @ssilversiren too !

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✧ CHILDE

Crossed arms over his chest and a sharp edged smile peeking from underneath his mask. The prince is certainly amused, and not precisely by this gathering he himself hosted.

It’s this feeling. Being unknown; just another face amidst the ebb and flow of a sea of profiles.

What would it be like, to converse with others, with them being none the wiser about his royal status?

Running a hand through his ruddy locks, Childe leans off the wall, something, or rather, someone having caught his attention.

The person is standing on the opposite corner of the room, their skirts as if weaved out of seafoam and tides, cascading to the floor in silky waves of sky. They’re alone, the ornamented wall behind them making them look as an extension of it, a painting without frame; for they stare longingly at the swaying crowd, their frame still, anchored, yet without a harbor.

“Fancy a dance?” A voice you swear you have heard somewhere before asks, causing you to turn around.

Striking sapphire eyes lock with yours, the cheeky smile he sports weakening your knees for a second. He’s dressed finely, in white and red, silver accents decorating the lapels and shoulders of his jacket, matching with the scarlet mask partially concealing the constellations of freckles dusting his handsome face.

You swear you know him. But you don’t at the same time; a crystalline pond at night, argent starlight swallowed by the depths of its abyss.

“Quite the bold request, considering you haven’t even introduced yourself, don’t you think?” You prompt, the stranger’s magnetizing grin drawing one of your own from your painted lips.

“Oh, come on, humor me?” He pouts, drops of cobalt glinting in the previously dull ocean patches of his gaze.

“Hm,” you ponder, bringing a finger to your chin. “How about you give me your name first?” You suggest, tone taking on a playful lilt. He watches the light quality of your dress, sweeping around you, tendrils of a spring wrapped around the delicate curves of your figure.

“A name, huh?” He smirks, and no matter how much you know it’s a bad idea, you find yourself hoping to call his name often in the future.

He knows what he’s about to reveal is an equally bad idea as you swimming in the currents of his pull, and still, he finds himself uttering the appellative he hasn’t heard in ages.

“Ajax. My name.” He whispers, those lips that only promise trouble brushing the shell of your ear.

You smile, your stare glinting not unlike the azurite shimmer that decorates your disguise.

“Very well, Ajax,” you draw out the last word, your voice directing the incognito royal’s heart wildly against his ribcage. “Come and find me.” Is the lingering echo of your words, a seashell’s melody, as Childe watches shades of aquamarine mingling with the crowd.

Perhaps this was not a good choice; but maybe you like the rush that comes with wishing he asks your name, with wishing his hand catches yours.

From the corner of your eye, you spot a wisp of red as you turn a corner down the busy corridors of the palace. You certainly wouldn’t mind if you happened to take Ajax’s half cape off later tonight.

✧ KAEYA

Rows upon rows of glinting masks and flashy clothing fill the luxurious room, the space practically painted in molten gold.

If anyone were to ask you, however, you’d reply this place is hell. The palace’s corridors are labyrinthine as it is, twisting endlessly, the frozen images hanging on their walls unchanging to your widened eyes.

And certainly, the shoves and pushes of a too excited crowd are not helping your mood at all. Exasperated, you grunt for the thousandth time, bunching up the skirts of your lacy white dress, determined to elbow and step your way to the damned ballroom.

Alas, the distant stars had other plans for you tonight.

Just as you were going to decidedly advance a particularly rowdy crowd, a force collides with you from behind, sending you and your unstable high heels against the polished tiled floor.

Except when the impact comes, it is not hard at all.

“My, a beauty like you should be more careful to watch where they’re going.”

You rise your gaze to meet the owner of that smooth teasing voice.

Hair weaved of icicles at midnight, braided to one side, falling over the spotless bronze skin of the stranger’s pretty face. His eyes, or rather, his visible eye, is chilly blue, the biting touch of a sunny morning after a snowstorm. And, unlike the rest of the guests, he’s not wearing a mask. He doesn’t need one either, his mystery-exuding aura, paired with the eyepatch on his right eye, somehow disguise enough.

You clear your throat, trying to act as if you hadn’t been blatantly staring at the man in front of you.

“Why, thanks.” You let out, tone crisp. “I was watching, but apparently someone with no manners wasn’t.” You add, with disdain, glaring at the advancing multitude.

“I don’t disagree.” The enigmatic stranger smiles, a sliver of moon, icy eyes following over your figure as you straighten your skirt.

Then he hums, the crescent of his sultry lips morphing into a smirk.

“Why don’t I accompany you for a while?” He offers his arm to you. “I was just leaving, but seems I’ve found a reason to stay, at least for a while…”

You match his smirk, conflicted at how attracted you don’t want to admit you are to this man.

“Oh? Does it outweigh the reason you were planning on leaving for?”

“I’ll take the risk to find out.” He grins, looping his arm with yours.

In silence interrupted by the joyous multitude, you make your way to the ballroom. It’s odd, the way you feel comfortable next to him, despite secrets and starry nights concealing the truth of his nature. You don’t even know his name…

“Call me Kaeya, by the way.” He murmurs, as if reading your thoughts, his tan hand, adorned in gold and midnight, lacing with one of yours, his other around your waist.

“Pleased to meet you, Kaeya.” You find yourself whispering back, entranced by the mysteries frozen in that shady stare of his.

Perhaps this is wrong, to let your heart out in the falling snowflakes around the flickering spark of this igniting infatuation, and yet, maybe just this once, you feel like you can fly with wings made of ice under a blazing sun.

You don’t regret it. Not when you know you’ll dream of Kaeya’s voice for nights on end. Not when he twirls you around the room, a flurry of snowy clouds outlined by gilded twilight. Not when he pulls you aside, hiding both of you into an alcove, his smooth hand pressed against your mouth, as some guards pass asking for “the prince”.

He definitely looks like one, you think. You don’t have time to dwell on iit as you both run off, hands still laced, into a narrow torch-lit corridor, the night air beckoning you towards the exit.

Danger had never felt so right.

✧ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

You should have known better.

Better than to trust that bastard.

The nobleman that was supposed to be your date tonight.

It’s not like he didn’t show up, oh, he did alright.

You wish he hadn’t.

Seeing that asshole arm in arm with someone else makes your blood boil, a cold, cruel anger seeping into your bones, its chill enough to burn white-hot.

And yes, perhaps stomping out to the too pretty rose garden was a childish decision, but maybe it was you just exercising self control.

Best to brood than let your tempestuous wrath strike the whole place down.

Storms were only beautiful from a distance, after all.

You heavily sigh, removing the bejeweled mask covering the upper half of your face.

No point in keeping it now, you observe, running a thumb over the faux diamonds embedded over the indigo surface.

How ironic, you laugh, humorless, for your mask to look like a bright starry sky, when all you see the moment you rise your gaze heavenward are dark clouds gathering.

“Pardon my intrusion,” a pleasingly gentle voice begins, just as you were plucking the fading petals of a dying rose, “but are you not feeling up to joining the ball?”

Suddenly, the gloomy night dyes moonlit and crimson: twin pools of sunset regard you, a soft flame, soothingly warm in the chill of the inauspicious night; threads of starlight seem to constitute the man’s hair, almost angel-like in the way it frames his candid face, in the tender way the locks fall over his shoulder, tied in a bright red ribbon, akin to a bouquet of lily of the valleys. Like you, it seems he has discarded his mask, a splash of vermillion held in between svelte fingers wrapped in pale silk.

You greet him with a smile, the previous gales of fury receding, replaced little by little by the nurturing caress of an early autumn wind through maple leaves.

“I could ask you the same question.” You offer, turning your body in his direction, the faint touch of moonlit clouds brushing against your skin.

He shakes his head, tendrils of silver swaying with his movement.

“Let’s just say I prefer the peaceful nature of the outdoors.” He chuckles, sincere, the sound almost transparent in its quality, tiny ripples by a dawn breeze over a mirror-like stream. Then, he tilts his head to the side, silken strands caressing the smoothness of his cheek in ways you know you shouldn’t be dreaming of so soon. “However, I do believe it could prove romantically irresponsible of me to deny someone else this dance, no?” He asks, extending a hand to you.

And you know you shouldn’t feel your face heating up at the protruding tendons over the callous softness of his skin.

“My name is Kaedehara Kazuha,” he finally introduces himself.

Kazuha. You can’t quite tell just yet why you somehow wish that to be forever the name on your lips, nor do you know yet why you find your eyes naturally drifting off to every lash and diminutive freckle so temptingly touching his cheeks.

You don’t know if it’s right either, to take this leap of faith. What if the jump ends in you downfall? Again.

But what if you could swim in a pool of starlight instead? Is the voice whispering in verse into your ear, when you find one of your hands entwined with Kazuha’s, the other resting over the shoulder of his black and red suit jacket.

“It is my pleasure to meet you, Kazuha.” You find yourself smiling back, before introducing yourself.

As your dance partner twirls you around, the warmth of his hand lingering on the small of your back, the overcast skies seem to part. Like a wrinkle in the mundanity of human life, endless sparkling stars cast their gaze over you two, even their moon coming out to take a peek into the couple’s hearts yearning for the fated romance to be.

Splashes of cotton candy pink and cherry crimson sweetly bloom under the argent lights of the enchanted night, even the wilting rose you had been tampering with earlier dyeing in shades of life anew.

Though, to you, in this moment, the only life that matters is the one held in Kazuha’s autumn stare, his tenderness tethering you to the gentle comfort of your head resting against his heart.

Maybe it had already started beating for you, much like yours.

Perhaps some charms begun at midnight.

✧ LYNEY

Throngs of people gather around the Opera Epiclese building and yet, you had never felt so alone.

A sinking feeling settles in your heavy heart, as you pat your now lackluster gown, check your purse, only to come up empty handed.

Your ticket for today’s masquerade ball, seemingly vanished.

Defeated, you sigh, turning on your heel.

What use will be lingering around, with no way to get into the opera house anyway? Things couldn’t have turned out worse.

Or so you thought.

For, seconds later, you would find yourself tripping over the hem of your long dress, ripping it in the process, one of your delicate high heeled shoes slipping off, clattering to the concrete ground, a few feet away from you.

The ruby tear embedded on your mask seems like a mockery right now, salty crystalline tracks streaming down your cheeks.

Luckily, no one will pay you any mind and you’ll save yourself the embarrassment, you try to console yourself.

Alas, the fates didn’t even want to concede you that small salvation.

“Are you alright?” a pleasant voice questions, causing for you to turn around.

And when you do, the man standing right before you is not unlike a spell himself. Violet eyes concealing the secrets of a lifetime spent on the edge of light and shadows regard you through his cat mask, the disguise leaving a maroon tear-shaped mark visible on his cheek, similar to the one on your own mask; his top hat is decorated in shades of rose and night, a purple ribbon around it, its hue almost in tune with the magic of his gaze. Silvery strands sweep over the stranger’s pale visage, slightly ruffled in the ebb and flow of the night’s balmy breeze. And in his hand, he’s holding the fine shoe that caused your fall.

With your face burning in shame, you look to one side, mumbling an affirmative response. You can only be grateful for the crowds starting to dissipate, leaving you and this boy mostly alone.

Kneeling, he carefully slips the shoe on your bare foot.

“Are you sure about that?” He prompts further, helping you up. “You look dressed for today’s ball, however, you were heading in the opposite direction…”

Rubbing at your face, you hang your head low.

“About that… I’m not going anymore…”

“Is that so?” He tilts his head to the side, gaze of iris settling on the torn skirts of your attire.

“I just… it’s embarrassing…” You admit. “I somehow lost my ticket to enter… and well, then I fell, and now besides not having the means to get in, there is no way I look presentable for the occasion anyway…” You chuckle, humorless.

He hums. Then:

“If I may be so bold, I do believe you look lovely.” The mysterious man compliments you, snapping his fingers.

You follow his gaze to your outfit. And when you take it in, your eyes widen. Where there used to be a tear on the fabric, now it’s seamlessly weaved together, sweeping over the nightlit cobblestones. And not only that, but its shade is an even more vibrant shade of carmine now, small sparkly flecks catching the silvery ripples of Fountain of Lucine.

“Wha- Thank you…” You breathe, awestruck, admiring the revived color of your clothes.

“My pleasure.” The magician chirps, with a wink. “Now, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the ball? It’s starting soon, and I would be very happy if you said yes.”

“I mean… I would love to, but my pass is gone…” You answer, regret lacing your tone.

“Hmm…” He muses, holding his chin in between two fingers. “Can I ask you to look closely now?” He pulls out his ticket, and right there, in the blink of an eye, he slides a second pass from behind the first one.

You gasp, eliciting a soft laugh from him.

“How about now? May I, Lyney, have the pleasure to join you for the night?” He proposes, bowing.

Smiling gratefully, you take his arm, wonderstruck still.

Together, you make your way towards the Opera Epliclese, the tickets safely held in Lyney’s free hand.

When you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the clear surface of the fountain’s waters, a Rainbow Rose adorns your hair.

The magician’s doing, no doubt.

You silently thank Lyney with a smile, and he believes no beam of moon could ever hold a candle to the sight of you.

✧ ALBEDO

Above the hall’s music, an acute faraway sound pulls you out of the forest of masked faces.

The spacious room is lit in gold, luxurious lamps and chandeliers focused on a crowd disguised in velvets and lace.

But, that melody. You can’t quite get it out of your head. You’ve been hearing it all evening, every now and then.

Akin to a gelid river, cutting through blocks of stone-hard ice, making your every hair stand on end when its notes tantalize you with the promise of the gilded reflections of northern lights over the stream’s surface.

You can’t ignore it any further, the flames dancing from ornate candles against the walls seem to murmur.

And even though the impending rushed beat of your heart may be painting danger red all over this possibility, you decide to ignore it, listening to the unknown song’s voice, beckoning you out of the ballroom.

Flecks of gold seem to hang in the air as you make your way through twisting ample corridors, the otherworldly sound welcoming you through a set of double doors, their wood snow white, their handles, crystal.

When you push them open, frozen air appears to settle all around you. It is not unpleasant, though.

In the same way, even though the music has just stopped, the sight before you is not unpleasant either in the slightest.

Amidst the room, a blonde man stands. His gaze, resembling underwater lights at dawn, is set on you. A white shirt with blue and golden accents falls perfectly against his frame.

You don’t miss the way his sleeves are rolled up, nor the tiny multicolored splashes in them.

Which brings you to take in the space around you.

A multitude of paintings line every wall: landscapes of somewhere you can only dream of stepping into; portraits of people you have never met, or have you, in the distance of sweet sleep?; abstract brushstrokes, constituting colors you had never seen before, that you know you won’t see anywhere else.

“Hello,” a soft voice that can only belong to the man in the room utters. “I am Albedo, the court’s alchemist, how may I be of assistance?”

You clear your throat, stammering an apology. He smiles, that sunny sky gaze never leaving you.

“I-I uh… I just heard music and… it seemed to come from here… I apologize for barging in so rudely.”

He gives you a sweet smile. You wonder whether he’s a prince, instead of an alchemist.

“Not at all. Music, you say?” He asks, bringing close to his lips the flute he had been holding. “Did it sound anything like this, perhaps?” Albedo starts to play, notes filling the chamber, colorful blossoms flourishing along snow-covered plains.

You get lost in the sound. In the ethereal aura the prince-like alchemist exudes. He’s as magnetic and entrancing as the melody he plays. Unconsciously, you’ve started to sway, and perhaps a part of you wishes this song was a gift for your ears alone.

At some point, the symphony stops, notes of it, still lingering in the crispness of the atmosphere, despite the closed windows.

“Beautiful.” He utters, tender, the fall of snowflakes atop your open palms.

Warmth creeps up your neck when he steps closer to you, his elegant hands hovering close to your face, to your silver mask.

“May I?” His lips say, rose-colored in the careful lilt of his tone.

Nodding is all the answer you can manage, Albedo’s cool fingertips grazing the side of your cheek.

“Yes, lovely.” He repeats, studying the lines of your mask-free face, the wave of your hair, the sparkles in your wide eyed gaze.

You wonder if he’s ever looked into a mirror, because if he’s presenting you these compliments, no words could describe how utterly breathtaking you think he is.

“Would you allow me to paint you?” Is the question you find yourself nodding to as well.

Beneath the golden lighting of fabricated starlight and with the paradoxically warm caress of Albedo’s cool touch when his hands position you for his portrait, you enter a labyrinth of emotions you only want to brave deeper.

What lies beneath the sunlit layer of snow clinging to Albedo’s every movement?

Perhaps tonight, as he renders you in watercolors, you have already imprinted yourself in his golden encased heart.

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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I can't stop thinking abt this and I NEED to tell someone abt it, I'm cackling so bad XDD:

Akaza, Muzan, Kyo and Tengen when their S/o SLAPS. THEIR. ASS. HARD with no warning, like, not even in a sexy way, they just stared at their booty, got a brain fart and did it XDDD

LMAO. 😆💀 Ty for this gem. 💎😂

Author's Note: originally intended for these to only be, like, a sentence long. 😆

when you slap their ass — akaza, enmu, muzan, kyojuro, tengen

Akaza x Reader, Enmu x Reader, Muzan x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~400

CW: dark humor, mild sexual content

~faqs~

AKAZA

confused 🤨🤨🤨

Cheeks? Clenched 😳

Lowkey blushing 🤭

Would def shoot you a warning scowl if you did it in public 😒

Akaza’s only a lil shy 🫠

But in private?

11/10 he’s chasing you until he’s gotten revenge

Revenge = Your Ass in His Hands 🤠

For gentle kneading, ofc 😌🍞

ENMU

LOVES IT 🥴

Teehee Hee vibes, y'know? 🤠

"Oh darling, I didn't know you had it in you!" 😍

Meanwhile you're just fed up w/ him 😐

"You weren't supposed to like it."

"Oh but I did." 😜

*facepalm*

You might have to try using a spray bottle next

Bc apparently someone likes spanking a lil too much 😒

MUZAN

Don’t mind me

But my first thought?

Assuming you’re a demon, Muzan’s 100% slicing away your hands 😬

Dw, they regenerate in like, 5 secs 😅

And yanno… the fact that he just bashfully sliced off your hands vs straight up k*lling you? 🧐

… I’d say he liked it 😏

Not that he’d ever admit it

“Do NOT slap my ass again.” 👿

Please slap my ass again 😭

Another confused man 🙃

“Sweetheart… did I, anger you?” 🥺

Tell him, “No Kyo, but your ass is so FAT.” 😖🤗

And he’s likely to malfunction 😃

“My… ass?” 🥺

“How do you even slay demons w/ that thing ?????”

And then, out of nowhere, he’s like, “I sit on them and suffocate them w/ my huge dumpy.” 😇

Actually tho, he’d prob laugh (he’s still confused lol, but a good sport ☺️), totally blushing as he murmurs, “Well if you like it so much, then I suppose it is all yours.”

#what a gentleman ❤️‍🔥

Uhh

This man does NOT need his ego inflated any further 😎

But go ahead 🤪

“How flashy of you!” he gasps, “But I bet I can get a better sound smacking yours.” 🥰

And then he’s lovingly bending you over his knee and smacking your ass

“Hmm, you hear how lovely that sounds?”

Does it turn into an ass smacking competition?

Yeah

Nothing like getting to bend him over your knee next 😉

#headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #akaza kny #akaza demon slayer #akaza x reader #enmu kny #enmu demon slayer #enmu x reader #muzan kny #muzan demon slayer #muzan x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader #suggestion

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buckysgrace · 3 months

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Okay after reading your headcannons you absolutely have to do a little one shot of Billy getting road head from some random chick he met at a bar or something. Cause you got me thinking nasty things now 😇

CW: Impaired driving, drunken blowjobs, lots of drool, slight degradation ya know the drill

Billy was sure he'd never felt this great before, so alive. He couldn't really recall your name, the memories of the way it rolled off of your tongue blurry now that he thought about it. What he could recall was that you liked to kiss with tongue, and you squealed every time he pressed his foot down harder on the gas.

Somewhere between swapping beer, cigarettes and spit you had wound up agreeing to a motel room with him. He thought you were pretty, far too pretty to be living in this shitty town. But he didn't ask you about it.

He swerved to straighten himself back on the road, glad that it was so late in the night that no one else was out and about. Perhaps that was the only thing this shitty town had to offer.

You were currently bent over the middle console, your dress raised up over your ass to expose your flashy panties to him. He groaned as he brought a palm against your right cheek, squeezing softly as you nuzzled your face against his bulge.

He groaned as he continued to rub at your flesh, enjoying the way you felt against his rough hands as he slowed down a bit. He didn't want to rush this, even though he'd get another round with you at the motel. He could be straightened up by then.

You were attempting to pull his zipper down with your teeth, before you ultimately gave up because it was a lot harder than what you thought it would be. You let your fingers take over the task, laughing at the struggle.

"C'mon," He mumbled as he pushed on the back of your head, sighing at the feeling of your warm breath against the tip of his cock. He groaned, desperately needing to feel your lips around his girth, "Don't tease me." He urged, squeezing the steering wheel tightly as you took a soft lick across his slit.

Trying to focus on the lines on the road became harder and harder as you wrapped your soft lips around his girth. He groaned at the sensation, sighing deeply as you began the slow motions of rocking your mouth up and down the length of his cock.

He hissed as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, your cheeks warm and wet as you began to drool around his cock. It was messy, sloppy as the sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat echoed louder than the music playing on the stereo.

You seemed quite pleased, moaning and whining each time the head of his dick hit the back of your throat. You began to dig your fingers into his thighs, gripping onto him for support as the vibrations from your sounds spread through his body.

His cock ached at the sensation of your tongue messily licking around his girth, pressing against his throbbing skin as he slowly began to jerk his hips up to meet your motions. He yelped before he stopped his movements, stalling to straighten out his hands on the wheel from where he'd accidentally pressed down on the gas.

"Careful," You giggled as you looked up at him, eyes hazy as you pressed his fat tip against your smeared lips. You spit against his head, coating the length of his cock in your saliva before you began to stroke him once again, "Would be a funny way to die." You said a moment later, teasingly before you wrapped your mother around his girth once again. He thought it might be funny for you, but it would be heaven for him.

He groaned as he wrapped his fingers tighter around the steering wheel, completely lost in the feeling of your warm cheeks against his girth. He sighed at the sensation of you gagging around him, the vibrations traveling up his body as he suddenly felt very warm. Like he had a fire spreading within him.

You moved your wrist to the motions of the bob of your head, squeezing what didn't fit into your mouth as he writhed underneath you. He groaned as your saliva continued to drip around him, coating his balls in your spit while you gagged around him.

"Fuck, fuck," He cursed, fighting the urge to shut his eyes as the pleasure took a hold of him. His stomach muscles clenched tightly together, his lips parting as a loud groan burst free. His cock felt heavy against your tongue as he came, his spunk coating the back of your throat, "Jesus Christ." He grunted as he moved a hand down to grip the back of your neck, holding you there for just a second.

You gagged and trembled around him, your throat aching around his cock as you dug your fingers into his thighs. He sighed in bliss as he shook underneath you, enjoying the sensation for just another second before he released you.

You sat up quickly, cum and spit leaking from your lips as you fought to catch your breath. He chuckled as he brought his hand down to his softening dick, sliding himself back inside of his jeans. You wiped at your mouth, continuing to smear your lipstick worse than before.

"S'nice," You mumbled as you turned towards him, eyes still hazy as you pulled your messy lips into a smirk, "Can we stop and get something to eat? Or drink?" You asked a second later, taking him by surprise. He thought about it for a second, debating since he'd already gotten what he wanted.

"Sure," He mumbled, watching the way you situated yourself back into your seat, "You got money?"

#billy hargrove #Billy Hargrove smut #Billy Hargrove x reader #Billy Hargrove x you #Billy Hargrove x yn #Billy Hargrove x reader smut #billy hargrove imagine

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