#what are men to rocks and mountains

[brokenyellowcrayons]

I just want my life to feel the way "Liz On Top Of The World" from the Pride and Prejudice (2005) Motion Picture Soundtrack makes me feel

[thethirdman8]

Good morning starshine ✨️

[earlgreylatte]

Variant Madness

You thought he was your Mark.

Omni Mark and Shiesty Mark 2V1 you.

Breathing in, you savour the fresh air of the mountain trail you find yourself on. You had visited years ago, but you decided to come again to enjoy the scenery. Maybe you could find a cool rock for Mark and Oliver, too.

You hope things are peaceful for them too, but even if there is another threat that needs to be taken care of, you’re sure Mark would be able to come find you easily enough.

You feel a bit pathetic that you already miss him, even though you’re going to see him in a couple of hours. You suddenly find yourself understanding Debbie’s usual amusement when she watched you two. You really acted like a lovesick puppy, sometimes.

Feeling your phone buzz from your pocket, you fumble for a second as you’re broken from your thoughts, rooting through your jacket to find it. Just as your fingers begin to pull it out a sudden rush of air hits you from behind, your jacket’s hood suddenly pushed over your head as you drop your phone onto the soil as dirt is kicked up into the air.

You whip around, to find…Mark? He was still wearing his black and blue suit, but his entire head was now covered, making him look a little intimidating, with his mouth and hair covered.

He stares at you wordlessly.

“Were you in that much of a rush to show me your new costume? I mean, you just got a new one from Art just a couple of months ago,” you speak up, rubbing the dirt out of your eyes, “Honestly, you could have caused a dirt storm or something…”

He breathes out your name.

You tilt your head, “Is something wrong? Did something happen? Are Debbie and Oliver okay—!?”

Your worrying is cut off when within an instant he has you crushed to his chest, arms locked around you as he buried his head against your neck.

“I just really missed you,” he whispers.

Looks like he’s a lovesick puppy, too.

You can’t hold back a dopey smile, “I missed you too.”

You jolt in his arms when you realize your phone is still vibrating; a redial, so possibly urgent.

“Mark, my phone—“

You’re interrupted again when he pivots you so your back hits a nearby tree, his mask rolled up enough to reveal his mouth which soon presses against yours.

Anything you wanted to say is forgotten as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He groans into your mouth as his hands plant themselves to your waist as he places a knee in between your legs.

He moves from your lips to your neck, pressing adoring kisses against your pulse point before helping you shrug off your jacket, letting it to the ground as his hands slide under your shirt, gloved fingers brushing against your ribcage.

“Mark,” you breathe, heart swelling at the sweet intimacy he was more than willing to give you.

Your attention is broken again when you notice your phone is still ringing, your gaze sliding from the man nestled against you to the forest floor where your phone laid.

Your body stiffens.

The caller ID illuminating your phone was one you could recognize even from afar just from the amount of heart emojis you set for…your boyfriend.

The boyfriend that was currently with you.

Whose grip on you begins to tighten as your heart starts to hammer in your chest.

You shakily bring up your hands to hook your fingers beneath his mask, slowly pulling it up as he remains as still as a statue. The face is familiar, if not a little more worn, but the brown eyes you held so dear were now filled with a sadness deep enough to drown you.

This wasn’t your Mark.

Mark was definitely lucky he was attractive, you decide.

If he wasn’t, you definitely wouldn’t have tolerated the sheer annoyance his two variants were causing you.

“Were you a virgin or something until now? Because you fuck like a noob,” A Mark with a wild rag mask laughed as the one that was dressed like Omni Man 2.0 pounded into you, your back pressed against an alleyway wall, the area long deserted from the destruction the two men unleashed on the city.

“I doubt you even know what you’re talking about, with how you talk like a preteen boy,” The red and white Mark huffs, tone passive enough that you’d think he didn’t care about his copy’s words if not for his pace speeding up and his thrusts going deeper and deeper until your voice reaches a new octave.

The other Mark scoffs, “Well, not that she minds, already looks cockdrunk off your tiny dick. Hey, sweetheart, bet I can take you to heaven and back with one stroke.”

“I will kill you.” The Mark fucking into you, tightens his grip, turning to death stare the now laughing Invincible.

“Aww, is daddy mad? Scared she’s going to want to run away with me once I slip my dick in her?”

You can’t believe you have to orgasm while listening to their dumbass argument…

“Hey, if you’re going to hog her pussy, at least move her so I can put that mouth to use—“

Annoying people really shouldn’t be so hot.

The invincible tag is so good rn, I’m actually in tears…

Decided to do a 2in1 special because people really want me to make a part two of that other variant post…it will come…

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[fleshwizard]

Dragons & Folklore de France

Translation below

The Tarasque dwells in the waters of the Rhone river near the town of Tarascon, where it devours travelers and destroys dikes and dams to flood the Camargue. Saint Martha chained it, and the people of Tarascon killed it.

The ruins of the amphitheaters of Metz were infested by hundreds of snakes. The largest of them, the Graoully, had a venomous breath, a mouth bigger than its body and devoured men. Saint Clement chased it away into the Seille River.

King of serpents, the Basilisk takes many forms throughout history and appears in many tales. One of them takes place at the Gate of Saint-Eloi in Bordeaux, known today for its Big Bell, where a well was occupied by a Basilisk. It petrified with its gaze anyone who went there to fetch water. It was defeated by a man returning from the Egyptian crusade, who petrified the beast with its own gaze using a mirail (mirror).

The Cocatrix is born from a rooster's egg incubated by a toad. The egg has magical properties but must not be broken. People who cross its gaze die immediatly.

Made of wicker and covered in flowers, the Grand Bailla wanders the streets of Reims three days a year and feeds on gold and sweets. It was banished by Archbishop Charles Maurice le Tellier.

The Grand'Goule haunts the marshes of Poitou, the waters of the Clain and the flooded cellars of the abbey of Sainte Croix. It feeds on nuns and casse-museaux (snout-breakers, cakes). Saint Radegonde chased it away with holy water.

In the rivers of the Jura and the Alps there is a group of diverse dragons, the Vouivres. They are generally flying serpents covered in fire and guardians of treasures. Many have for a single eye a gigantic carbuncle with extraordinary powers, desired by those in search of wealth and power.

Hidden in the caves and cliffs of la Pointe du Roux near La Rochelle, the Rô Beast traps and devours travelers in the coastal marshes. It was impaled by seven heroic pagans from the seas.

Mythical dragon of the Basque Country, Herensuge gave birth to the Sun and the Moon, swallowed all of Creation in ten days then regurgitated it in flames. Now asleep in the mountains, it sucks up flocks and shepherds in his sleep. When it wakes up, it will destroy the world in flames and blood. (illustration)

Durandal is the mythical sword that Charlemagne gave to the knight Roland. Some claim that it was inherited from Hector, the warrior of the Trojan War. At war with the Saracens in the Pyrenées, Roland wanted to break the sword so that it would not fall into the hands of the enemy but Durandal split the mountain. So he threw the sword, which went to stick miles away, in the rock of the town of Rocamadour.

The belief in the Tooth Fairy is widespread in several countries in Europe, and is sometimes amalgamated with La Petite Souris (little mouse). It exchanges baby teeth for money. No one knows what it does with all these teeth.

The Camecruse is a bogeyman that haunts the moors and marshes of Gascony. It is agile, can jump and hide in the night to better devour lost children. No one knows exactly how it feeds.

The caves under the hill of the town of Hastingues are home to Lou Carcolh, a monstrous snail, long, slimy and hairy. Its shell is as big as a house. With the help of its tentacles, it grips people to devour them.

The Questing Beast is hunted by kings and heroes in Arthurian legends. It symbolizes evil, incest, violence and chaos, and takes it name from the loud noises that come out of its stomach, similar to the barking of dozens of dogs.

The fairy Mélusine, cursed princess of Albania, was condemned to change into a snake below the waist every Saturday. She married Raymondin de Lusignan with whom they had 10 prodigious children. But Raymondin broke his promise never to see Mélusine on Saturday : he surprised her in her monstrous form, and she left her family forever.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fanfic Idea: New Money

The ghost zone doesn't have a formal form of currency. Depending on which part of the zone one is in, a trade could be made, or a Deal can be struck, but coins can rarely, if ever, be exchanged.

Every subculture that forms in the zone can eventually develop its own currency, but it will only have value within its territory. An example would be the credit crystals that the Far Frozen have developed, with a corresponding amount of funds floating inside their iced rocks. Still, if a Yeti were to travel even a foot outside their snowy mountains, the stones would become an interesting clothing choice and nothing else.

Ghosts value emotions more than any amount of gold or coin. Oftentimes, the most powerful of ecto beings would battle it out if a child's favorite teddy bear somehow found its way into the zone, though the thin cracks between worlds or an entire army of ghost mercenaries could be bought with a single pair of favorited socks.

It may not seem as much to the living, but to ghosts who could see the attachment embedded into the item, it meant everything. Some emotions could even be eaten off of the items if they were fresh enough, and while it did give a power boost, most of the time, the emotions were positive.

If a negative emotion was eaten, Ghosts could quickly become addicted to it, and when cut off from the negative emotion, they could soon fall apart in seconds.

Spectra was a famous example used in the zone as a precautionary tale for all new ghosts. Her beauty and power were only a facade to her desperation for angst emotions, and she flouted about the Zone, always on the hunt for her next fix.

It was pretty sad to see.

A few ghosts did their best to limit additions, such as Walker, who established himself a section of the zone using his great sense of justice that he had died with. He found human contraband that came into the zone unnaturally, sealing them away in his haunt.

These items usually had lickings of anxiety, desperation, or even fear attached to them and could quickly turn any ghost into a violent sort.

Walker's mission since his creation was to limit this exposal. He even arrested various ghosts that went to the human world through unnatural means, a majority coming back contaminated with human emotions and becoming a danger to fellow ghosts.

Most of these ghosts had items on them that were deemed worthless once all emotion was sucked out. Walker usually had his men take them to the Dump.

The Dump in the Ghost Zone was an extensive collection of worthless items gathered at the far right. It was known as a neutral section of the Zone, as every civilization and haunt often traveled there to eliminate clutter. Everything unwanted usually finds its way to the Dump.

Danny, after having a trial with Walker and coming to the understanding that he was not, in fact, attempting to make his fellow Ghosts addicted to anger- cause apparently a majority of Walker's prisoners were in there because of their exposal to Danny!- he was directed to the Dump to rid of his worthless ripped bag.

Danny had flown there expecting mountains and mountains of garbage. What he found instead were islands made entirely of gold. He flouted over the piles and piles of jewels, gold coins, random bills, and valuable items, gaping at the long collection that went further than his eye could see.

"What is all of this?" He gasps just as Box Ghost floats by carrying a jewelry box. He flips it open and shakes out a necklace with a diamond as large as Danny's palm onto the pile of jewelry. He gives Danny a friendly wave when they make eye contact.

He proudly flouts over to Danny, taking the neutral status of the Dump to heart. No fighting was allowed in this territory, much like Truce Day; all ghosts abided by this rule.

"The Box Ghost was lucky to be near a natural portal leading to the Human world's sea. This small rectangular object was once beloved by a grandmother, and now it is all mine!" He cheers, holding the jewelry box, practically half rotted and dripping wet over his head. A faint, gentle green glow surrounded it.

Danny blinks, pointing down at the necklace. "What about that? Aren't you going to keep it?"

"The Box Ghost has no need for useless stones!" The floating man even sticks his tongue to the necklace that could pay for Danny's college education (If it were real).

Only half joking, Danny asks, "Can I have it then?"

Box Ghost blinks, then gestures to the mountains and mountains of wealth. "If the Ghost Child wishes for a garage, he can take whatever he likes. No one will mind. Though, why would you waste time on soulless items? Box Ghost can not be sure!"

Box Ghost flies away laughing as if Danny was the one to mock for wanting a diamond necklace. He watches the ghost go before turning back to the mountains and mountains of shimmering gold.

Deciding to fly through the Dump to see what else he can find, Danny begins exploring- but not before taking the necklace- and later comes upon an island dedicated to various human clothing that looked like it came from hundreds of eras. He finds himself dressing up like a Lord of Old for fun when he happens upon leather bags.

Seeing as no one was there to stop him, Danny filled up each bag with chains and jewels, flying home in his new get up. He figured he could use some of the funds even if the gold was fake.

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Oliver Queen is new money. His wealth came from only three generations ago, and while that is rather impressive, it held no candle to families like the Waynes.

The Waynes were old money, and their galas showed it. Every time old Brucie called him to celebrate, Oliver went along only to keep his company board happy.

They couldn't afford to offend one of their most prominent investors even if there were no thoughts behind Bruce Wayne's eyes. Oliver would have enjoyed himself more at these parties- if there was one thing Bruce Wayne knew how to do: throw a fantastic party- but sadly, he had to deal with the other old-money people who attended Bruce's parties.

The passive aggression reminders that he would never been on their level, the choking humiliation, the constant looking down on him. Well, it got exhausting. Especially since Oliver spent so much of his free time fighting for justice and trying to make the world a better place. These people talked and acted like they were above it all.

Like nothing could touch them, even when a majority of them were the cause for so much darkness, Oliver faced as Green Arrow.

He needed a stronger drink.

"Rather self-important for new money, isn't he?" A woman whispers loudly, mocking in every inch of her tone. Oliver's eyebrow twitches as he drowns his glass. He turns towards the voice, somewhat ready to cause a scene so he can go home, but it is a surprise to find that the gossiping woman isn't facing him

Rather, they are turned towards a young man, likely late teens, who is currently piling his plate high with sweets. The boy glances in the woman's direction before snorting unattractively and adding more to his plate.

Oliver is mildly impressed that he could make the woman flush with rage without saying anything. He had never seen the kid before, but he almost looked like a new Wayne with his dark hair and sparkling blue eyes.

He finds his feet walking towards the teenager before he can think about it. Something interesting may be at this gala after all.

"Hey, you seemed to really like fudge. Have you tried the raspberry ones? It's the best." He starts gesturing to a familiar chef's name in front of a chocolate tray. He had a sample of their work only a week ago when Batman brought some to the Watch Tower.

It was absolutely heaven.

The teen considered the pink color fudge before he took three cudes. With his bare hands. Well. New money, indeed.

"Thanks!" The boy chirps after stuffing one in his mouth and savoring the flavor.

"You're welcome. My son, Roy, really likes it too." He smiles as the boy glances towards where his adoptive son is currently chatting with Jason Todd. Those two find themselves attached to the hip whenever there is a gala. Maybe Roy will bring him home for the holidays soon. "I'm Oliver Queen, owner of Queen Industries."

"Danny Fenton," The boy responds slightly hesitantly. "Do all rich people do that? Add what makes them rich to their inductions?"

Oliver snorts, "Only the real tacky ones."

"Okay, Mr. Owner of Queen Industries."

Oh Oliver like this kid. He grins, ignoring the jab. "And what about you? What made you rich enough to be here to tonight."

The kid's eyes gain a certain glint of humor as he shrugs. "One man's trash is another man's treasure."

Oliver moves to ask what he means, but Brucie shows up then, and he can't find a way out of the conversation. He's buttering up to the big idiot, knowing he lost sight of the strange boy.

Afterward, Oliver looks into Danny Fenton, only to find that the boy somehow appears out of nowhere with billions of dollars but no known source of where he got them. It also seems Batman was already on the case, assuming the boy was counterfeiting somehow, but Oliver didn't get that sense from the kid.

Something wasn't adding up about the boy, but he didn't think it was illegal. He just had to convince the big bad bat of that. If only it could be as easy as convincing Bruce Wayne to spend millions of dollars.

[thethirdman8]

Wonder what Charles Bukowski thought about Jane Austin..

Pride & Prejudice dir. Joe Wright | 2005

[mysticalcrowntyrant]

How about a yandere god and a reader who was sacrificed to him to become his consort 👀

Yandere God x Reader

They dressed you in white, as if purity could shield you from the one waiting beneath the earth.

The temple's air was thick with incense and resignation. The villagers chanted prayers with trembling voices. Your wrists were bound in red cord. Tradition, they said, to lead you like a lamb to slaughter. Your mother wept behind her veil. No one met your eyes.

You knew the stories:
The god beneath the mountain.
The god with no name.
The god who demanded love in bloodied offerings and blind devotion.

You weren’t the first consort.
But you were the first in twenty years.
And you would be the last.

They left you at the altar deep inside the earth, beyond the reach of the sun. A smooth obsidian platform surrounded by candles.

He came in silence.

You didn’t see him at first, only felt him—a shift in the air, like the breath pressing against your skin.

Then his voice. Low. Velvet. Cold as cavewater and cruel as hunger.

“You’re prettier than the last one.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

Something moved in the dark. Not footsteps. No, he didn’t walk. He simply was, and then was closer. A flicker of pale skin, the glint of something sharp behind a smile.

His fingers brushed your chin, tilting your face toward his. Eyes like bottomless wells gazed down at you, silver-ringed and shimmering like wet stone. You thought of wolves. Of jagged rocks hidden beneath black waves. Of a mouth filled with teeth that didn't belong to men.

“They sent you to be devoured,” he murmured. “But I am not so wasteful.”

The cords around your wrists unraveled by unseen hands. He caught them before they could fall.

“You belong to me now.”

—-

The days, if they could be called that, passed in flickering torchlight. Time lost meaning in the temple beneath the world. He did not let you leave. He didn’t need to chain you. His presence alone was a cage.

He spoke to you like a lover. Called you darling, pet, bride. Brushed your hair with fingers tipped in claws. Pressed kisses to your brow like benedictions. Every night he laid beside you, not always touching, but always watching. You felt his eyes even when you turned your back to him.

Sometimes he was beautiful. Almost human. Silken hair, a sculpted mouth, long limbs curled around you like protection. He could make you forget, for a moment, what he was.

And then he’d smile.

And you’d remember the teeth.

—-

You tried to escape, once.

Just once.

The tunnels had changed. The path you knew led back to him, again and again, like the mountain itself was bending to his will.

When he found you…No, when he let you be found, his expression was unreadable.

He did not strike you. He did not scream.

He only cradled your face and whispered,

“Do not run from me. I have been patient. I have waited for you.”

You didn’t ask how long.

You were afraid of the answer.

That night, he pulled you into his arms like a lover. But his grip was a vise. One wrong breath, and you knew he would crush you like wet clay.

“You are mine,” he whispered against your throat. “My light. My little flame. Do not make me snuff you out just to keep you.”

—-

You stopped counting time after that.

You forgot the sun.

You forgot your name.

But not his. Never his. He whispered it into your mouth, into your bones. He carved it into your skin with every kiss and every too-long touch. You dreamed of him. Even awake, you were not free.

And in time, gods help you, you began to lean into him.

You laughed at his jokes. You let him stroke your hair, press your hand to the place in his chest where a heart should be. You began to speak, to ask questions, to touch him back.

He glowed with joy when you smiled at him. He kissed your fingers like relics. He wrapped you in silk and shadows and sang you songs in a language no mortal tongue had ever spoken.

“You are learning,” he whispered. “You are becoming mine.”

And maybe you were.

Because love is possible, even for monsters.
Especially when you stop looking at the teeth.

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[moonstruckme]

Ooooo okay I do think Remus is the best choice in this one!!! How is it when the two of them start to have feelings? Does Remus fall first and want to hide it? I need more of them 😭

To answer your question plainly ml, no Remus doesn’t fall first (he fs falls harder though) <3

cw: modern au, patriarchal dating norms, the boys are goofball idiots

Who’s That Girl AU

roommate!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 781 words

“Wha—” Sirius is laughing at you. Never a great sign. “Where did you take these?”

“Around,” James hedges.

You pull your legs up onto the couch, trying not to look as self-conscious as you feel. “James thought it’d be a good idea for me to show a…variety of hobbies.”

“Do you actually know how to rollerblade, though?” Sirius asks, scrolling through the photos James took on your phone. “You look like a baby giraffe in these. And—oh, god—you definitely don’t know how to rock climb. Is this photoshopped? Remus, come see this.”

Remus, finishing fixing himself a cup of tea in the kitchen, comes to lean over the back of the couch. Evidently, his curiosity has outweighed his general disinclination to do as Sirius bids him.

“We weren’t going to actually go find a mountain,” James says defensively, “and she didn’t want to go to my climbing gym.”

“Where’d you take this, then?”

James mutters, somewhat abashedly, “My room.”

Sirius snots. “Well, if your aim was to make her look loony, you’ve succeeded.”

You wrap your arms around your knees, unable to keep yourself from watching Remus out of the corner of your eye as he watches Sirius go through the pictures James took for your dating app profile. His face is unreadable, but those hazel eyes don’t stray from your phone as photo after embarrassing photo of you scrolls past. You feel your face heating. Remus lifts his tea to his lips for a sip, impassive. His hair has grown so long a tendril nearly brushes the rim of his cup.

This is why you need to be on dating apps in the first place. Because you notice things like this. Developing a crush on your flatmate is a horrific idea, predestined to end in any number of horrific ways. You need a distraction. Some other point of interest for your overeager heart to fixate upon.

“Help me,” you beg Sirius.

He nods, his lips pursing in thoughtful contemplation. “You need some pictures with blokes,” he says. “It shows you get along with men, and seeing you with other guys always makes men want you more.”

You eye him dubiously. “That works for you?”

Sirius gives you a smug look. “Babe, I’ve never needed to resort to tricks. I do know how men think, though.”

James makes a skeptical humming sound. “You don’t want to use any with attractive guys,” he argues. “Wouldn’t want to make them think they have to deal with competition.”

Sirius appears to weigh this. “Fair enough. Only pictures with Remus, then.”

Remus shoots him a dry look.

You look at James to see if he’s going to say anything. He appears unphased, seeming to accept the remark as a harmless joke. With some effort, you seal your lips shut.

“Oh, come on,” Sirius scoffs, “look at these. What’s with all the long skirts? Are you a vicar’s wife?”

“Jar,” says Remus.

“What’s wrong with being modest?” you ask.

“It’s boring.”

“Just because I don’t like to wear my clothes the way you wear my clothes,” you defend yourself, “doesn’t make me boring.”

Sirius raises an unimpress brow, like doesn’t it? “I’m just being honest,” he says.

“Well, your honesty makes you sound like an asshole.”

“I’m trying to help you get shagged!” Sirius throws up his hands. “You know, you’re going to be a tougher sell if you insist on being difficult.”

“Jar,” Remus says again, more forcefully.

Sirius looks to James, aghast, but your flatmate only shakes his head solemnly.

“Jar, Pads,” he seconds. “Ten pounds.”

Sirius huffs but takes out his wallet.

You wrap your arms tighter around your shins. “I don’t think I want to have to put a bunch of showy pictures on here just to get a date.”

“Quite right,” James agrees with you. “Not for free, babe, that’s what I always say. That’s why I keep my shirt on until the third date, as a rule.”

You and Remus both give him puzzled looks; Sirius appears unsurprised.

“Not much staying hidden if you’re still wearing those shorts of yours around them,” he mutters bitterly.

“What? What’s wrong with my shorts?”

“If you have to use some of these pictures,” Sirius says, “stick with the rock climbing ones. The less obviously fake ones, of course.”

“Yeah?” You scroll back to those. “Why?”

“You look fit in those.”

“Awe.” You smile at him, surprised. “Thank you.”

“Sure.” Sirius shrugs insouciantly. “Just calling a spade a spade. Your arse looks killer in those. Doesn’t it?” He turns to the other boys as your smile morphs into a grimace.

James shrugs, though he doesn’t not look appreciative; Remus only says in monotone, “Jar.”

[sukunahs]

to distant lands - ch.6: fear | ryomen sukuna

pairing: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader (medieval fantasy au)

summary: ryomen sukuna, your father's favourite knight, has been assigned as your personal guard. You find that your dislike of him slowly develops into something else as he tangles himself in your life in ways you never could've expected.

word count: 14k

chapter content: 18+ mdni, smut, princess!reader, enemies to lovers, slow-burn(ish), forbidden relationship, medieval fantasy setting, protective sukuna, angst, anxiety, depression, attempted sexual assault, kidnapping, torture, broken bones, threatening, coercion, blood, loss of virginity, tit-sucking, fingering, praise kink, biting, piv

major warning for this chapter: there is attempted sexual assault in the first third of the chapter (not from sukuna ofc!).

authors note: been so excited to write and share this one with you all so I hope you enjoy! sorry this chapter ended up being sooo long I really wanted to end it at a certain scene!

series masterlist | AO3 | chapter one | previous chapter (five) | next chapter (seven)

It was completely dark when you awoke, and it took a few moments for your groggy mind to comprehend that your vision was obscured by a blindfold.

Fear and confusion coursed through you instantly, struggling to piece together where you  were - why you had woken up sitting upright on cold ground, rocks digging into your back and your hands bound uncomfortably behind you. 

You should be in your soft, cozy bed. Still unhappy and lamenting over Sukuna, yes. But at the very least you should’ve been unhappy and lamenting in a comfortable environment.

This was something else entirely.

As your brain finally started to wake up, the memories from the castle kitchen began to come back to you. Mahito, the scarred servant, had fed you poison. He’d tied you up and you’d passed out and now you were…wherever you were. 

And you had no idea if anyone would be able to find you. 

Hopefully they were aware of your disappearance back at the palace by now. Your quick decision to drop your necklace when Mahito was abducting you should’ve helped with that - but ultimately how would that help them locate you? You could be anywhere, they might’ve even taken you out of the Cerulean Kingdom. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since you’d been drugged. If it had only been a few hours then you definitely still had hope of being rescued. If it had been days…you weren’t sure you wanted to think about it. 

Sukuna would find you, right? 

You had to have faith that he would come for you. 

What else did you have? 

You found yourself freezing up as you heard voices not far from you. One of them was definitely Mahito, but you could hear two others who were totally unfamiliar to you. A man with a soft silky voice, and a woman who spoke in an odd tone. They weren’t making any effort to be quiet, their conversation booming around you - the echoey quality of their voices making you wonder if they had you in a cave. 

Unfortunately, knowing that you were in a cave was useless information - there were hundreds of caves hidden across the Cerulean Kingdom and its neighbouring countries. It did little to narrow down your location. 

“We need to get moving tonight.” The man with the silky voice said solemnly. “If we don’t get her over the border soon one of Kashimo’s men might stumble across this place.” Your heart was racing at the thought of being transported out of your country, but at least their conversation confirmed that for now you were still within Cerulean borders. 

“We can’t leave yet.” Mahito responded. “If they are searching for her out here and we’re stumbling around in the dark we’ll be caught for sure - we’ll wait for the break of dawn and cross through the mountain pass.” 

“That’s more dangerous than scrambling around at night.” The other man hissed. “It'll just give them time to catch up to us. Pack your shit - we’re leaving tonight, I’m not going to keep the King waiting.” 

The King? You supposed that the man could be referring to any one of many Kings, but considering all of the Zenin activity lately you were almost certain that he was talking about Naobito. You wondered if Naoya’s presence at the Banquet had all been part of a bigger plan to situate spies in the castle. It had worked perfectly if that was the case. 

“Nooo.” Mahito whined. “I don’t care about keeping him waiting, I’ve been working non-stop for weeks. Give me a break Kenjaku.”

There was a moment of silence, and you strained your ears a little trying to figure out what was going on. It seemed almost as if they were having some sort of stand-off, because when Mahito next spoke it was with reluctant agreement with the man he’d referred to as Kenjaku. 

“Fine! We’ll do it your way. But give me an hour or two, I did all the work getting her here so I want to play with her a bit first.” Your blood froze at Mahito’s words, a fearful shiver running down your spine. You tried to keep your breathing as even as possible, not wanting them to realise that you were awake yet. 

“She needs to be untouched.” The woman cut in. “The prince wants her for himself, he’ll execute you if you spoil her innocence.” 

There was a part of you that was very relieved by the woman’s statement, grateful that at least for the moment Mahito would have to stay away from you. But her words were also terrifying. You were certain now that they were delivering you to the Zenins - you could think of only one prince that wanted you so desperately. 

Knowing that these brutes were planning on bringing you to Naoya Zenin against your will, and the idea that if they succeeded you’d be warming his bed in no time, had bile rising into your throat. You supposed that he’d known at the banquet that you weren’t going to be offered to him willingly, and had decided to take you by force. 

“Oh, give it a rest Hanami.” Mahito snapped. “I’m not going to fuck her, maybe I’ll just make her get me off with her mouth or something.” 

Your heart dropped, and you found yourself reflexively letting out a sharp cough to try and dispel the sticky feeling of vomit gathering in your mouth, instantly regretting the way it drew attention to you. 

“Oh perfect!” Mahito exclaimed. “The little princess is awake.”

You heard footsteps approach and a moment later the blindfold was ripped from your face. No time was needed for your eyes to adjust to the light - the cave was very dimly lit, only a couple of torches lined the walls, likely to ensure that the location wasn’t easily discovered. 

Mahito was standing over you, shooting you that sinister grin that he’d flashed back in the kitchen. The sight of him made your skin crawl. You shouldn’t have been so polite to him, should’ve just told him that you wanted to be left alone and gone on with your day. Your kindness and obsession with your image as a princess had been your undoing. It was so stupid. 

You couldn’t do what you wanted in public, couldn’t be with the person you wanted to be with, and now you had to deal with being kidnapped. What was even fun about being a princess beyond getting to live in a castle? If only you’d been born as someone else, maybe none of this would be happening to you. 

“Nice sleep?” Mahito asked as he crouched down before you. You said nothing, your eyes frantically darting about over his shoulder, trying to map out your surroundings as quickly as you could. Maybe if you were clever you could find a way out - catch your captors off guard and rescue yourself. 

Your hopes were dashed at the realisation that the cave only had one narrow passage leading in and out. You were located at the back of the cavern, arms and legs firmly tied with rope, and between you and the exit stood Mahito’s two allies. 

One was a large, pale woman, covered in criminal markings not unlike Sukuna’s. She had flowers woven into her hair and a large wooden club sat at her hip. Beside her stood a tall slender man with long black hair - he bore a striking resemblance to Gojo’s adviser Geto, so similar that you would’ve easily mistaken the two of them if not for the long scar across this man’s forehead. 

“Whatcha looking at, princess?” Mahito asked, snapping his fingers in front of your face. “They ain’t gonna help you.” 

You moved your gaze to him, hair standing on end. You hadn’t wanted to jump to conclusions when you’d first encountered him in the castle, but his appearance had frightened you even back then. Now, in the dim light of the cave with you at his mercy, he was downright terrifying. He ran his tongue over his lips grotesquely as he examined you, leering at your body.

“Let me go.” You said with as much bravery as you could muster, but you couldn’t quite conceal the tremble in your tone.

Mahito laughed in your face. “Aww you want to go back home?” You said nothing as you stared back at him, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. “That’s so cute. Guys!” He whirled around to face his friends. “What do you think? Should we just let her go?”

“Mahito.” Kenjaku warned sternly, but Mahito didn’t seem to care. 

“How about this princess - I’ll untie you and I’ll give you ten seconds to start running. That’s fair isn’t it?” 

You weren’t stupid, it was obvious that there would be a catch, that if he was willing to give you a chance to escape it wouldn’t be out of the kindness of his heart, but out of a desire to play some sort of twisted game with you. 

But you had no idea if anyone was going to find you in here, at the very least if you could make it out of this cave and scream loud enough someone might be able to hear you and come to your rescue. It was better than nothing. 

“Okay. Untie me.” You said, your gaze unwavering as you met his. You were terrified, but you couldn’t let him know that. Just for now, you needed to be brave. 

“Mahito, stop.” Kenjaku spoke again, taking a few steps forward this time. “We’re not playing any games, we’re to deliver her to the Zenins as soon as possible. If we lose her it’ll be our heads on the chopping block.” 

“Don’t worry.” Mahito said with a grin. “I’m not gonna lose her. I just think it would be nice to see the light fade from her eyes when she realises she can’t escape.” 

You were burning with rage at his arrogance. What did he know about your capabilities, how was he so certain that you wouldn’t be able to escape? As long as you could make it out of the cave before he started chasing you it was all to play for. 

The two men shared a look for a moment, before Kenjaku backed down, stepping back and allowing Mahito to do as he pleased. It wasn’t clear to you what had caused him to change his mind, but you were grateful that he did - you’d take any opportunity you could get. 

Mahito turned to you and crouched down, pulling out a knife to start cutting through your bindings. “Ten seconds sweetheart, that’s all you get in this little game. And if I catch you…well, let's not ruin the surprise!” 

Your heart was hammering as he cut through the final bit of rope. You couldn’t think about failing. This had to work. You stood as quickly as you could, staggering a little as you did so, legs unaccustomed to movement after sitting for so long. Desperately you willed your feet to move, jolting forward towards the exit. 

You could do this.

But you only managed to make it a few steps before a sharp kick to your ankle had you careening to the ground, impact jolting through your wrists as you managed to get your hands out in front of you to break your fall. 

Letting out a yelp of surprise, you scrambled against the ground to try and make it back onto your feet, but you weren’t given a chance. Standing over you leisurely, Mahito brought his foot down hard onto your left ankle, laughing gleefully at the sound of the bone snapping. You screamed out in agony, nails digging into the dirt beneath you as you tried to withstand the white hot pain flooding through you.

Tears were starting to fall from your eyes as you wailed softly, the pain increasing as you tried to flex your foot. Mahito watched over you, casually counting up to ten. Realising that your opportunity was slipping away, desperation seized you and you tried crawling across the floor, making it hardly any distance before Mahito finished counting. 

He crouched down over you, digging his knee into your back and holding you in place. “You know, the Zenins wanted you unharmed, but they said that we could use force if you tried to escape - which you did.” 

Horror gripped at your chest. It had all just been a trap, a chance for him to exercise force on you. 

You felt frustrated, you should’ve anticipated this, should’ve known that he wasn’t really going to give you an opportunity to run, that this was just a means of fulfilling his sadistic desires. 

You supposed you could hold on to the hope that if they did manage to deliver you to the Zenins that perhaps Naoya would kill this man for damaging you like this through trickery - but putting any faith in the Zenins felt like a fool's folly. What you really needed was for Sukuna to find you, for him to put an end to Mahito and the others without a second thought and bring you home. 

That’s all you wanted. 

But as Mahito put more pressure on your spine, gripping your hair in his fist and yanking it so hard that pain prickled through your scalp, the hope the Sukuna would come for you and end this torture seemed harder and harder to hold onto. This was happening now, and you were powerless to stop it. 

“I’m nice, you see.” Mahito seethed against your ear, the feeling of his warm breath against your skin making your stomach turn. “So I’ll let you choose how you want to be punished.” Your body was trembling. The pain in your ankle wasn’t as intense anymore but you knew if you made any effort to move it would come back in full force. 

Allowing you to choose how you would suffer? You were certain that was a trick considering the opportunity for escape had been one. Perhaps it was better to stay silent. 

“So.” He continued. “I can break some more bones - I don’t think you’ll be able to run on that ankle anyway so maybe I’ll just break some fingers this time? See how many you can withstand before you pass out?” You let out a little mangled cry of fear. 

You didn’t want your fingers broken - the majority of hobbies available to a princess such as painting and embroidery required agile fingers, the thought of being back in your own castle or in the Zenin castle and just being a broken ornament was a terrible fate. 

“Or…” Mahito continued, noticing your reluctance at his first suggestion. “You could do something for me. I can’t take your virginity, the Zenins would kill me, but I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to fuck a princess so your mouth or ass will do.” 

Revulsion coursed through you as more tears gathered in your eyes. You despised the idea of giving up your body to this repulsive man. You’d always known that one day you’d have to sleep with someone you didn’t want to - such was the life of a princess: an arranged marriage and a duty to provide your husband with children - sex with someone you didn’t love was inevitable. 

But this was something else. This was violent desire born out of this disgusting man’s sadistic whims. There was no duty in this, only suffering at the hands of a man who had you completely at his mercy. 

If you were being honest, the only man you ever wanted to touch you was Sukuna. 

The tears were streaming freely down your face now, trying to weigh up in your head which option was worse, knowing it was an impossible decision. Yes, your fingers would heal one day, but that relied on a clean break, you’d have to trust that this man wouldn’t mangle them beyond repair. Based on how he stamped on your ankle you doubted he’d take any care when snapping your fingers. 

If you instead chose to let him fuck you, you could grit your teeth and bear it - you’d been preparing to do that for your husband for as long as you’d known what sex was. But who knew what kind of mental ramifications that would have, how much physical trauma he’d cause you. 

Besides, the thought of letting Mahito touch you filled you with an odd sense of guilt, a feeling that it was wrong to allow anyone but Sukuna near you. 

“Come on princess, make a decision or I’ll just do both.” 

You looked desperately up at the woman, Hanami. She’d spoken in favor of Mahito leaving you alone earlier, perhaps she’d put a stop to this sadistic little game he was playing with you. But as your gaze met hers she simply averted her eyes. It didn’t seem like this was the first time she’d seen Mahito do such a thing. 

Kenjaku was watching with interest. He’d been disapproving of Mahito allowing you to try and escape, but now he seemed amused by the situation, all but egging Mahito on. 

Mahito’s hand tightened in your hair, pulling you closer to him. His other hand was still gripping the knife that he cut you free with, and he brought it to your face. You let out a cry as he skimmed the tip of the blade across your cheek, before moving in closer and licking the blood from the wound. 

It was vile, the sensation of his tongue against your skin, and you tried desperately to wriggle away but his grip on your hair was far too firm. “Last chance princess, or I’ll snap all of your fingers and then fuck you.” 

With a shaky voice, you made your decision. “Please don’t break my fingers.” You whispered, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried not to think too hard about what that decision meant for you, whether it was truly the path of less pain. 

“Well done!!” He said, clapping enthusiastically as he released your hair. “I was hoping you’d choose that, I didn’t want to deal with you crying about how much your fingers hurt the whole way back to the Zenin castle.” 

You tried to keep your breathing even as Mahito removed his knee from your spine, rolling you over so that you were laying on your back and looking up at him. You winced in pain as your ankle moved against the dirt, confident that the bone had been well and truly shattered. 

Mahito admired you, crouching down with his knees positioned on either side of your hips. His cold hand reached out and brushed your face almost tenderly, tracing your features with an unsettling smirk.  

“You really are a different class of woman.” He said. “I always heard that royalty were special, different to commoners. I always thought it was bullshit, but looking at your pretty face…maybe they’re right.” 

You looked up at him blankly, offering no reaction. You didn’t really feel special, or better than anyone else. You had more dresses, more physical things, more people admiring you - but that was just through luck of your birth. You didn’t believe that your beauty was any greater than anyone else's, and even if it was, right now it felt like more of a curse than a blessing. 

“Can’t wait to brag about what it's like to take a princess.” He snarled, tearing apart the front of your dress and exposing your undergarments to him. You bit down on your lip, not wanting to make any sound, certain that he’d enjoy this much more if you gave him a reaction. But you couldn’t quite stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. 

Closing your eyes once more, you tried to drift away, to imagine that the hands brushing against your skin were Sukuna’s, to pretend that you were back in your own room, in your own bed, with him beside you. 

Mahito’s hands moved to your undergarments, starting to tear at the lace and you braced yourself to be fully exposed to him. 

But before he could pull the fabric apart his hands suddenly stilled. He made an odd gulping sound and you tentatively opened your eyes at the feeling of a hot liquid dripping onto your face. 

Your eyes flew wide open at the sight above you, Mahito with a knife embedded in his neck, blood flowing freely around the metal of the weapon. You scrambled away desperately, trying to ignore the pain in your ankle at each agonising movement. Your ears were ringing, and there was a distant sound of clashing blades behind you. 

As you turned around to take a look, you found yourself flooded with relief. 

Sukuna. 

Your Knight was here. He looked terrifying, the expression on his face was cruel and merciless, his red eyes cold and filled with anger. Blood covered his longsword as he shoved it straight through Hanami’s chest, withdrawing it in an instant as he turned to the other man. 

This was a less easy fight, Kenjaku was a little more prepared than his ally had been, drawing his sword and sparring with Sukuna. But you knew it wouldn’t be enough. Sukuna was a force to be reckoned with, as long as he was here you were safe. 

Mahito, despite the throwing knife lodged in his neck, was miraculously still standing. His face contorted with rage, he began to stagger over towards you while Sukuna was still preoccupied with Kenjaku. You made your best effort to crawl away, but Mahito was a man on a mission, and just as Sukuna embedded his blade into Kenjaku’s throat, Mahito grabbed you, pressing his own knife up against your neck. 

He’d yanked you forcefully up to your feet, and you let out a scream at the blinding pain that shot through your left ankle. That caught Sukuna’s attention, eyes instantly drawn to you, a flicker of anxiety crossing his face before his expression hardened, focussing on Mahito behind you. 

“Stop.” Mahito sputtered out. More blood spilt from the wound on his neck as he spoke - he couldn’t have long left to live, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t enough time for him to hurt you. Your body froze as you looked desperately at Sukuna. 

Sukuna was standing between Mahito’s two dead comrades. He was completely still, his armor and cloak covered in blood and his expression lethal. In that moment, even you felt scared of him - more grateful than anything that you weren’t the subject of his ire, that his rage was on your behalf. 

Mahito showed him no fear. Despite all of the odds being stacked against him, he stood strong behind you, pressing the blade a little harder into your neck, small beads of blood appearing against the metal.

“I’ll kill her.” Mahito rasped, forbidding Sukuna to come any closer. 

Sukuna paused, clearly considering what to do. His red gaze flickered over you, worry evident in his expression and it made your heart leap with need. He was so close, right there across the cave. He was here. 

Even through all the fear, even with the blade at your neck, with Sukuna standing so nearby you felt safe. You trusted that he’d keep you protected - no matter what. Now that he’d found you there was no way that he would let Mahito stand in his way, you’d be going home with him.

“Princess.” Sukuna spoke softly, his eyes fixed on you, as though Mahito didn’t exist. “Stay still, okay?” You did as asked, body frozen as Sukuna rushed forward, his blade braced and ready to strike. 

At his approach, Mahito pressed the blade harder into your neck, more blood spilling from the shallow cut. But before he could cause any fatal damage, Sukuna’s blade was meeting his neck, cutting a deep gash into the skin and knocking Mahito down to the ground. The scarred man’s knife skittering across the floor. 

Without Mahito holding you up, you collapsed into the dirt, bringing your hand up to the wound on your neck as you watched Sukuna pounce on Mahito. Your Knight had the man pinned to the ground, and by the sheer amount of blood that was gushing from Mahito’s neck you were confident that his wounds were already fatal. 

But that didn’t seem to be enough for Sukuna. 

Switching his grip on his longsword he brought the pommel of it down on Mahito’s face, the force behind the strike creating a sickening thud as it made impact with the man’s nose. Sukuna brought his sword back once more and struck him again, and again, hitting him ceaselessly until Mahito’s screams finally stopped and his body stilled, his face completely unrecognisable.

Sukuna stilled for a moment, breathing heavily and staring down at the man, wiping at the blood that had splattered up against his face before spitting on Mahito’s corpse.

You were frozen, captivated by the scene before you. It felt like you should’ve been disgusted by what you’d just seen, unnerved by the severe display of brutality that Sukuna had just put on for you. But you weren’t. You felt nothing but relief, perhaps even awe at the lengths that Sukuna would go to protect you. 

Mahito had deserved to suffer, and Sukuna had made that a reality. You were more grateful than anything that he’d made it hurt, that he’d let you watch. 

Sukuna turned to look at you, and slowly you dropped your hand from the wound on your neck, feeling suddenly uncertain under his gaze, at a total loss on how to react. You tried opening your mouth to speak, but found that only sobs escaped you, fresh tears springing to your eyes as the weight of what you’d just encountered caught up to you. 

Eyes softening at the sight of you, Sukuna sheathed his sword and approached, kneeling down in front of you. His expression was concerned as he took in your appearance, eyes darting from the shallow wounds on your face and neck, to your ripped dress, and down to your misshapen ankle. 

“Are you okay, princess?” He asked gently, his worry palpable, as though his fear at your disappearance had been just as heavy as your own fear that he wouldn’t find you.  

You shook your head pathetically, shuffling towards him and burying your face in his chest, clinging to him desperately as you cried, desperately seeking out the comforting warmth of his body. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, pulling your smaller body close to him and gently petting your hair as he let you sob in his arms. 

“It's okay.” He whispered. “I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.” He was rubbing comforting circles into your skin with the hand that was secured around your waist, and the soothing motion of his other hand in your hair had your heart rate calming down a little. 

It was okay, you were secure, he was here now. Mahito was dead, he couldn’t hurt you anymore. But you couldn’t stop crying, couldn’t find any words to interact with Sukuna - the fear and adrenaline rushing through you was too great. He seemed to understand your condition, because he held you close for a while longer, letting you bask in his warmth. 

Or perhaps he just didn’t want to let you go either. 

“We need to get you out of here, angel.” He spoke finally, unaware of what that term of endearment was doing to your heart. “There might be others in their group, and we need to do something about that ankle.” His voice wavered a bit as he said that, a guilty look crossing his face for a moment. 

You nodded, still unable to find your voice, reluctantly pulling away from him.

He let you go for a moment, quickly searching the cave and the bodies for anything of interest. You imagined that he wanted evidence on who was behind this, even if you were already very familiar with who the culprits were. 

Taking a quick look at your ankle, he seemed to decide that he wasn’t happy to move you without attending to it. He grabbed some rags from your captor’s bags and tenderly wrapped the fabric around your ankle, making sure it stayed firmly in place. You weren’t sure what difference it would make - you wouldn’t be able to walk on it whether it was bandaged or not, but you trusted Sukuna enough to let him do whatever he wanted. 

Once he was satisfied, he carefully scooped you up into his arms, holding you close against his chest, making sure to move slowly and precisely to avoid knocking your ankle against the wall as he walked through the passage towards the exit. 

His eyes kept flickering down to you, as though checking that you were still real and breathing, evidently concerned by your lack of vocal response, but unwilling to push you right now. 

You needed to get away from here first. 

—

Sukuna placed you on his horse that was stationed outside the cave, propping you up in front of him as he mounted the creature, pulling you back against his chest as he grabbed the reins. He let out a sharp whistle and one of your father’s hunting dogs appeared from the trees, running along beside you as Sukuna spurred the horse on. 

“He helped me track you.” He explained, as he noticed you looking down at the dog. “Got him to smell some of your clothes and he led me right to you.” Sukuna paused for a moment. “It was smart that you dropped the necklace, it might’ve taken us a few more hours to realise what had happened without that…” 

The way that his sentence trailed off made it very clear what those extra hours would’ve meant. Mahito would’ve had his way with you, and perhaps they would’ve even gotten you over the border. 

You’d been extremely lucky. 

The two of you rode for a while, and you found yourself drifting in and out of sleep, finding great solace in the warmth of Sukuna’s body behind you, letting the tension flow out of you and allowing your subconscious take over, struggling to separate dream from reality until Sukuna finally brought his horse to a stop a couple of hours after he’d rescued you. 

You assumed that it had still been the evening when he’d come to your rescue, because the sky seemed even darker now, especially under the cover of the forest. You’d expected Sukuna to take you directly back to the castle, but you must’ve been taken further from the palace than you’d expected.

Before you stood a rustic looking hut. A nice homely looking place similar to those that hunters would use for refuge when out deep in the forest. Sukuna dismounted, leaving you on the horse for a moment while he approached the hut, unlocking the door and disappearing inside for a few seconds before coming back out to lift you down from the horse. 

He carried you carefully inside and placed you down on a soft bed in the corner of the single-room cabin. You couldn’t see anything through the darkness, and Sukuna firmly told you to stay put while he tied up the animals and went to retrieve firewood from the porch. 

It took him no time at all to get a fire going, which gave you a chance to examine your surroundings. It was a lovely, cozy room - filled with animal skin blankets and rugs, with beautifully crafted wooden furniture in every corner of the room. The bed that you were on was particularly lovely, one of the comfiest that you’d ever laid upon. 

Or perhaps, you were just really tired. 

“This is my place.” Sukuna explained, noticing the way you were looking around. “Your father gave me lots of land after the war as a reward for my service. I come out here to hunt sometimes, or if I just want to be alone.” 

You tried giving him a tired smile, but you weren’t sure that it was actually showing on your face by the way that his eyebrows knitted together with concern. He stood up, satisfied that the fire was roaring, and moved over to the bed, taking a seat on the furs. 

“Can you talk to me, princess? I’m worried about you.” There was a great deal of fear evident in his tone, and it made your heart ache. 

You were quiet for a moment, as you tried to find the strength to speak. 

“You found me.” Your voice came out small and meek, but Sukuna still managed to hear you.

“I did. I promised that I’d always look after you.” He offered you a gentle smile, the relief in his eyes making it clear just how desperate he’d been to hear you speak. 

“Thank you. I thought that he was going to– uh-” You couldn’t even find the will to say the next few words, the reality of the situation too unpleasant for you to bear. But it was clear that Sukuna understood your meaning just fine. He reached out and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, softly running his fingers over your exposed skin. 

You’d hardly acknowledged that your dress had been ripped to shreds, that you were really just in your undergarments before him, and you suddenly felt a little shy. It was a different sense of embarrassment than how you’d felt when Mahito was stripping you, this was more akin to butterflies in your stomach. It was much more pleasant. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I failed you. I should’ve been with you in the castle, this never should’ve happened.” 

“You’re here now. You kept me safe.” Sukuna winced at your words as he pulled back a little, your skin feeling suddenly cold at the absence of his touch. His eyes were fixed on your damaged ankle - it was clear that guilt was eating away at him as he moved one hand to his disheveled hair, running his fingers carefully through it and sighing. 

“I let you get hurt. You were scared, all because I couldn’t keep my feelings in check long enough to protect you properly.” 

“It's not your fault.” You didn’t like seeing Sukuna like this, didn’t want him to blame himself. 

It wasn't his fault that he couldn’t have you, that the two of you had ended up in this situation where he needed space to avoid causing problems for both of you. You got it, you really did. It hurt more than anything, especially now that you were finally talking again after weeks of avoidance, but it would never be his fault. 

These were the roles you had to play. The timing of your kidnapping just happened to be massively unfortunate. 

“Oh stop, princess.” He said coldly. “I hate it when you do this, when you treat me like I’m just some other commoner that you have to be kind to for the sake of your image. You should hate me for how I’ve been treating you lately, and you should absolutely despise me for allowing you to get kidnapped, for putting you in the position where that asshole had his hands on you.” 

Your lower lip started to tremble at his words. You were too tired and confused to fight him, to give him what he wanted. If he’d prodded at you like this back when he first became your Knight you would’ve risen to it, would’ve yelled at him, but right now you just didn’t have the energy and your yearning for him was so great that you desperately didn’t want to push him away. 

Not when this was the most attention you’d gotten from him in weeks. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I don’t know what else to do. I don’t hate you at all, I don’t think I’m capable of that anymore.” Sukuna’s eyes widened in surprise at your words. “All I could think about when I was in there was how much I wanted you to rescue me. How much I believed you would rescue me. And you did.”

You lowered your head for a moment, finding it hard to look him in the eyes as you found your next words, feeling a little uncomfortable at the realisation of how vulnerable you were right now, your emotions running haywire after the evening that you’d had. 

Tears were dripping down your cheeks, and you kept your eyes firmly trained on your hands clasped in your lap as you spoke. “I like you Sukuna. I like you so much that it hurts. I know that you don’t want to take the risk, I get it, I forgive you and I don’t hate you, I’m never going to hate you.” Your voice was trembling, and you desperately started to wipe at your face with your hands, trying to slow the tears which seemed to just keep falling. 

It hurt, to say it all out loud, to admit to him what you really wanted. It was sharper than a wordless kiss in the night, much more of an open wound - a vulnerability which would lead to a far more stinging rejection. You couldn’t look at him, wouldn’t be able to bear it if you raised your head and saw pity on his face. 

“But it doesn’t matter anyway.” You said quickly, desperate not to hear him turn you down. “I’m just happy that you came to rescue me because I was so fucking scared. You don’t have to like me back like that, I get it, I can be happy just going back to the way we were, I’m sorry I made it complicated.” 

You moved to continue your rambling, words practically pouring out of your mouth at this point. But before you could say anything further his hands were on your face, softly wiping tears away with his thumb before leaning in closer, gently planting kisses on your cheeks and forehead, before tilting your chin up and kissing you sweetly on the lips. 

The sensation took your breath away, and your eyes were wide in surprise at the feeling of his soft lips against yours. For a moment you kissed him back, forgetting all of your strife and sinking into him. 

Before memories of that night in the garden came flooding back and you pulled away, unwilling to experience the same hurt as the last time this happened. 

His red eyes were examining you carefully as you moved back, his gaze filled with desire, and it took all of your willpower not to lean back in and kiss him again. It was unfair how beautiful he was. 

“We can’t.” You rasped. “You said we can’t.” 

He was being unfair. 

“You’re right.” He said softly. He was quiet for a moment, and it felt like the silence in the room was pressing down on you. “But you have no idea just how badly I want you.” He confessed. 

You could feel more tears gathering in your eyes. That was exactly what you wanted to hear, but somehow all you felt was pain. He wanted you as much as you wanted him but it meant nothing. It didn’t change anything. This kidnapping attempt might gain you enough pity from your father to delay your betrothal but you would eventually be married to one of those many suitors, it was inevitable. 

Sukuna’s confession meant nothing, and that hurt.

“So you’re just going to keep avoiding me until you don’t want me anymore?” You asked defeatedly. You weren’t sure that your heart could take much more of his presence or his absence. No matter which way you looked it felt like heartbreak. 

“No.” He hesitated for a moment, seemingly deep in thought before letting out a deep sigh of defeat. “I was going to suggest that we just give in.” 

You looked up at him in surprise, his suggestion completely throwing you for a loop. In every scenario that you had considered the two of you never even tried to be together - either Sukuna disappeared entirely from your life or he went back to just being your guard, without any of this weird tension. Sukuna had always seemed to draw the line on this issue, making it clear that being together wasn’t an option in any form. 

Because really it wasn’t - not publicly at least. 

“What?” You asked. 

“I’m sick of pretending, I’m sick of seeing you mope around the castle like some kicked puppy because of me, especially when I want to be with you anyway - it’s so fucking stupid.” Your heart was racing at where he was going with this, a glimmer of hope igniting itself in your chest. 

His hand reached for yours, tenderly running his fingers over your knuckles for a moment before continuing. “If you want me, if you really want me, we can do this.”

You felt like you needed to pinch yourself, as though you were caught in some dream that you’d awaken from in a few moments in more despair than ever. 

This was real. 

There was a vulnerable look on Sukuna’s face, an uncertainty that you weren’t familiar with him showing - as though he thought you’d turn him down on this just like you’d pulled away from the kiss. It was the same uncertainty that had plagued your mind for weeks, a lack of confidence that the other person truly felt the same way, the feeling that rejection was imminent. 

Maybe Sukuna wasn’t quite as good at reading you as you’d thought, because how could he believe even for a second that you’d turn him down?

“What about my father?” You asked cautiously, glancing up at him, trying your best not to look too giddy at the thought of being with him. 

Sukuna shrugged, trying to act nonchalant but it was clear that the lack of instant rejection from you had done a lot to ease his tension. “We’d have to keep this secret - that’s the cost of all this. It’ll suck but you’re worth it for me.” The way that he was looking at you so tenderly had your heart skipping.

You wondered if there was any way that you could convince your father to allow you to marry Sukuna, but you came up short - he was no noble after all. Perhaps you’d at least be able to stall your father on getting you married, so that you and Sukuna could have more time to figure out a plan on how to be together. 

“If we get caught, he’ll kill you.” You whispered.

“I know that, princess.” Sukuna said with a sigh. “I just don’t think I care anymore. When you got taken all I could think about was how much I regretted not holding on to you. I’m not making the same mistake twice.” 

Anxiety twisted in your stomach, knowing what this would mean. You’d be defying your duty as a princess, just as he’d be going against his as a Knight. It would put you both at risk - forever. 

But that was another day’s problem. For now you were exhausted and you’d just been offered everything you’d ever wanted from Sukuna. Future problems aside, there was no way that you were going to throw away this opportunity. The troublesome side of it could wait, you could figure it out together. 

For now you just wanted to give in. 

Sukuna’s gaze was flitting over you, evidently impatient to hear what you had to say to his proposal. “Okay.” You whispered softly. “I want you. I really really really want you.” You were gazing up at him adoringly, and a satisfied smile crossed his lips. 

“Hopefully you won’t regret those words princess, because I’m never letting you go.” He said, before capturing your lips in a deep kiss, one of his hands finding its way around your waist while the other slid around the back of your neck, pulling you close against him. 

You leant into his kiss, your hands finding their way to his back, clinging to him desperately. He felt so warm, it was comforting to have him pressed up against you. Even though you’d only kissed once before tonight, it felt so familiar for you to be close to him like this, as though it was where you belonged. 

His tongue flicked lightly at your lips, and you opened your mouth for him, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You felt a little shy as he did so, worried that your inexperience kissing might put him off - but he didn’t seem to mind, taking the lead as he moved his tongue against yours, his hand moving to rake gently through your hair. 

Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of its ribcage, and as you both pulled back for air the sheer amount of butterflies in your stomach had you shaking. He was grinning at you boyishly, his red eyes filled with desire and you realised that you’d never felt this wanted before. 

Sure, you’d had suitor after suitor thrown your way throughout your life, and had experienced plenty of men like Naoya and Mahito leer at you as though you were some pretty object that they could own. 

But the way that Sukuna was looking at you right now was different to anything you’d ever experienced. 

He knew you beyond just the surface. He’d truly seen you, had unravelled you as a person beyond just you as a princess, had seen your sadness and the traits that you hated most about yourself, had seen you be everything but perfect and sophisticated and he was still looking at you like that, like you held his whole heart in your hands. 

“You’re so pretty, baby.” Your eyes widened a little at the new nickname, unprepared for such a compliment. You didn’t feel pretty right now, with your clothes dirty and torn, and a fresh wound across your cheek. But the fact that he thought it, even with you in this state of disarray, had your stomach doing somersaults. 

“Thanks.” You squeaked out, feeling suddenly shy as you glanced down. You’d been putting so much of your focus on yearning for him that now that it was actually happening you were suddenly hyper-aware of how out of depth you were when it came to men. The kiss had been impulsive, it was easy to just react to what he was doing. 

But what would come next? 

The compliment alone had your brain running haywire, and the thought that the two of you could now do something more than kissing had you ready to explode with anxiety and anticipation. 

Because even for all the reading of your smutty book, you had no real idea of how all of that stuff worked. 

Sukuna, in his ever-perceptive way, seemed to catch on to your train of thought instantly, letting out a soft chuckle and tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. “Already overthinking everything, princess?” He asked. 

“I- sorry, it's just- I feel like I might end up being a disappointment to you…”

He tilted his head in question, his expression a little humorous, evidently finding your nervousness amusing. “Oh? How so?” 

“You’ve been with lots of women right?” The words tumbled out quickly. “I heard lots of rumors about it…and I don’t really have any experience with relationships in general, and also with uh- you know…” You trailed off and hoped he wouldn’t ask you to elaborate any further, the embarrassment at the thought of spelling out to him that you didn’t know anything about sex was way too great. 

The big grin that had been spreading across his face as you spoke was infuriating, he’d always loved taking pleasure in your humiliation. “I don’t know, you’re going to have to enlighten me.” He teased. 

You glared at him, cheeks burning bright red. “Please don’t make me.” You begged. 

“Aw come on baby, use your words for me.” His eyes were glinting with mischief. 

“I don’t know anything about sex.” You lowered your voice a little, practically whispering the final word to try and spare yourself the embarrassment. 

He laughed, ruffling your hair softly. “Good girl.” He praised, those words mixed together with his low tone had your stomach twisting itself in knots, a needy sensation pulsing through your body. 

“To answer your question.” He continued. “Yeah, I’ve been with a lot of women, but only ever for sex. Generally it would be a one-night only type of thing, so my experience with relationships isn’t particularly better than yours anyway.” 

“Oh.” You weren’t sure if that came as a surprise to you or not, but in a selfish sort of way it made you feel good - special even, that he’d chosen you. 

“And yeah, I’m much more experienced with sex than you, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

“It's not?” You asked innocently. You couldn’t imagine that being with someone who didn’t really know what they were doing would be better than being with someone who did. 

“No.” He said with a smile. “I can teach you everything you need to know. Besides, I like the idea of being the only person who’s seen you like that, it makes me feel like you’re really mine.” You blushed, feeling warm at that idea, more grateful than ever that Sukuna had managed to rescue you from Mahito before that disgusting man could do anything to you.

The nagging thought that you could never really just be his wormed its way into your head, but you pushed it away quickly. 

A bridge to cross when you come to it. 

“I think,” Sukuna continued, “that you don’t quite understand how much I like you. I know what your experience is and I couldn’t care less, I just want you.” 

You nodded, but as desperately as you wanted him too you could feel uncertainty blooming in your chest at the thought of him taking your virginity. He was the man that you wanted to do it, there was no question in your mind about that, but if you were going to be married in the future, if you and Sukuna couldn’t find a way to avoid that, would your new husband know that you’d been tainted? 

Could it give the whole game away and lead to Sukuna’s execution?

Sukuna seemed to notice the worry in your eyes, because he was hasty to put you at ease. “We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to, there's no rush to do anything right now.” He promised. “We can take things as slow as you like, after what Mahito tried doing to you I wouldn’t be surprised if you were scared-” 

“It's not that.” You interrupted. If anything, what had happened with Mahito made you more enthusiastic to lay with Sukuna, to let the object of your desire have his way with you and claim you as his before some horrible fate could befall you first. The thought that Mahito was almost the first man to be with you made you feel sick. 

“Then what is it, baby?” He asked. 

“It's just- a princess’s virginity is just seen as this sacred thing. My whole value is dictated around me being pure, that’s what any suitor would expect from me. If they find out that I’m not and they put two and two together they could execute you, Sukuna.” 

“That’s a risk I’m prepared to take for you, princess.” Sukuna said solemnly, the hand that he had gripped around your waist moving slowly up and down your side. “But we don’t have to do anything, I can leave your innocence intact if that’s what you want, I’m not going to push you into anything.” 

You were quiet for a moment, basking in the feeling of Sukuna’s fingers moving against your waist. It felt so good, having this conversation with him, him freely touching you like this - even with all the worries that would come with your situation, he was what you really wanted and he was right here in front of you. 

“I want you to take my virginity.” You said finally, looking up at him. His expression was surprised, as though he wasn’t expecting you to make a decision right away. 

“Okay, princess.” He said after a beat of silence. “If that’s really what you want, once we get back to the castle-” 

“I meant right now.” Your tone was firm, your gaze unwavering as your eyes fixed on his red ones. That really caught him off guard, pink eyebrows raising in surprise as he removed his hand from your waist and ran it through his hair. 

“You’re not thinking straight, princess - you’ve just been through a lot of trauma, I don’t want to take advantage of you being scared and confused.” He responded. Your heart swelled at the care that he displayed for you, how gentle he was capable of being when it was the two of you despite the gruff nature that he displayed with everyone else. 

This legendary Knight, who you’d just wanted brutally murder three people, was flustered about the idea of laying with you, about the idea of potentially hurting you.

“My head’s never been clearer, Sukuna.” You spoke softly. “Please, I’ve had the world’s worst day, and I want you so much that it hurts.” 

You peered up at him, your eyes filled with need and desire, and you could see his resistance crumbling. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. 

“You’re really hard to say no to sometimes, princess.” He grumbled as both his hands found their way to your waist, very gently pushing you to lay back on the mattress, careful to avoid nudging or moving your injured ankle as he clambered on top of you. With his knees on either side of your smaller body, he leaned in close, his nose brushing against yours. “Always looking up at me with that cute little pout, you drive me fucking insane.” 

His lips met yours once more in a gentle kiss, pressing his chest against yours and taking his time exploring your mouth before pulling back for a moment. “I’ll give you what you want, baby.” He promised. “But please tell me to stop if you change your mind, I don’t want to hurt something so precious to me.” 

You nodded before craning your head up to kiss him once more, your hands snaking behind his head and into his pink hair, pulling him closer. It felt nice to finally touch his hair, it always looked so soft, and you’d spent plenty of time wondering how it would feel to have your fingers tangled in it. Sukuna groaned softly against your mouth as you played with the strands, clearly enjoying the feeling of your touch. 

Slowly, his hands slid up your sides, making their way to the front of your ripped dress. Goosebumps started to rise as his fingers brushed against your bare skin for a moment before starting to undress you. He pulled back from the kiss as he slid your tattered dress down your body, leaving you only in your undergarments.

He leant down and brought his lips to your neck, kissing and nipping gently against the exposed skin. It was a feeling like nothing you’d ever experienced before, leaving you squirming against his body as he left a trail of hot kisses against your skin. 

“Fuck princess, keep pressing yourself up against me like that and I’m not going to be able to hold back.” 

“I don’t want you to hold back.” You pouted. 

Chuckling softly, his hands found the straps of your undergarments, removing the lacy material from your body in a swift, practiced motion. 

A shy, anxious feeling settled into your stomach as the fabric covering you disappeared, leaving you completely naked beneath him. No one outside of your handmaids throughout the years had ever seen your bare form. He was the first man to ever lay eyes on you like this. It was exposing, vulnerable, nerve-wracking even at the thought that he might not like what he sees. 

Sukuna sat back for a moment, eyes sweeping over your naked body. You found yourself moving to cover your breasts with your arms, uncertainty weighing heavily on you. Sukuna caught your wrists before you could conceal yourself, easily holding your arms out of the way so he could properly admire you. 

“You’re beautiful.” He said breathlessly, his hands releasing their grip on your wrists and moving to your waist, fingers running along your exposed skin all the way up to your breasts. He shot you a quick look to check for any discomfort before gripping at your breasts softly with his hands, squeezing gently and running his thumbs over the peaked buds, watching with fascination as you jolted and whimpered at the new sensation. 

It felt so good to have him touch you there, you felt so sensitive - every gentle touch sent pulsing desire straight between your legs, the wetness growing significantly with Sukuna’s unwavering attention. 

“Does that feel nice, baby?” He asked. 

“Mhmmm.” You let out a contented little sigh, blinking up at him innocently. He looked so pretty above you, and the feeling of his calloused hands against your breasts was practically driving you crazy. You couldn’t believe that this was really happening. 

Your eyes trailed down his body. He’d taken off his armor when he’d entered the hut, leaving him in his simple black tunic and trousers. You reached up and tugged at the fabric needily, imploring him to take it off. “What?” He asked teasingly, fingers still slowly massaging your breasts. 

“Take this off.” You mumbled impatiently, gripping more tightly at the cloth. 

“So bossy.” He said with a little laugh, but complied easily, pulling the tunic over his head and discarding it across the room. The sight of his bare chest had you gasping - his body was gorgeous, so perfectly chiseled with his dark tattoos running all over his skin. Fascinated by his muscles, you found yourself running your hands over his abs, enjoying the warmth of his body beneath your fingers. 

“See something you like?” He asked, an amused expression on his handsome face. 

“Obviously.” You grumbled, refusing to entertain his teasing. He watched you trace the lines of his tattoos down his chest for a moment longer before pulling back and discarding his trousers, leaving him in only his undergarments. Your eyes went straight down to the final piece of fabric covering him, a deep red blush filling your face at the sight of the large bulge between his legs. 

You were quick to look away. It was silly, to feel embarrassed to look, but you’d never seen a man like that before - it felt wrong, scandalous even. 

Sukuna said nothing, leaning back over you. His fingers pinched firmly at your nipple, causing you to arch your back in pleasure before he moved down to start kissing along your chest, trailing open mouth kisses across one of your breasts until he reached your nipple, teasing the peaked bud with his tongue for a moment before taking it into his mouth, sucking on the sensitive skin.

A soft moan of his name fell from your lips, and you found your hands grasping at his hair, pulling him closer to you, desperate for more. He was happy to oblige, flicking his tongue against one nipple while his fingers deftly tweaked the other, drawing out more and more whines from your mouth. 

You felt so good. You’d never imagined that someone could make you feel like this. You were certain that none of the suitors that your father had lined up for you would ever be able to make you writhe and squirm with desire beneath them like this.

No, only Sukuna was capable of this. 

As he continued to lavish your breasts with attention, his free hand slid down your body and came to settle between your legs. You flinched as the pads of his fingers brushed against your aching clit, almost embarrassed as his hand came to rest between your folds, allowing him to realise just how wet you were all because of him. 

“You really do want this huh, princess?” He spoke teasingly, fingers running lazily through your dripping folds. In any other situation you would’ve told him to shut up, scolded him for his words, but you knew that there was absolutely no way he’d take you seriously considering the way that you were pathetically mewling from his touch. 

One of his fingers prodded gently at your opening, and you instantly tensed up with anxiety. You’d masturbated before, but never using penetration. The most you’d ever do was touch your clit and get yourself off that way - the thought of having anything inside you had always been a little bit intimidating. 

“Can I?” Sukuna asked, red eyes focused on you, waiting for your permission before he went any further. 

“Will it hurt?” You asked quietly.

“It might.” Sukuna responded honestly, not prepared to sugarcoat it for you and give you any false hope. You appreciated that. “But I’ll be as gentle as I can be - if you endure it now, it won’t be so bad when I fill you up with my cock.” 

His crass use of words had you feeling flustered. Such talk wasn’t really common around you after all, people were generally always so proper and polite when it came to princesses. Not to mention, you hadn’t yet quite processed the fact that he would be filling you with his cock later - that this was really happening, he was going to take your virginity. 

You gave him a brave nod, and slowly he pushed one finger into you. Sukuna’s fingers were thick, and one alone already felt like a lot. It was an odd sensation, having something inside you for the first time. You’d expected it to be painful, but it felt strange more than anything else.

He kept his eyes on you as he started to very slowly pump his finger in and out of you, getting you used to the sensation of having something foreign inside you. Satisfied that you weren’t in pain or experiencing any trauma from the experience he went back to licking at your nipple, distracting you as he slowly slipped a second finger into you.

At this intrusion you seized up a little. The stretch was much more intense now, but the pain dissipated almost as soon as it appeared, Sukuna expertly moving his fingers inside you against a spongy spot that had you forgetting all about the stretch, too preoccupied with how good each flick of his fingers felt paired with the pressure of his mouth against your breast. 

“You’re doing so well.” He murmured against your skin as he scissored his fingers inside you, trying to stretch you out as much as he possibly could, clearly concerned about how you’d react to taking his cock if he didn’t put in the work here. 

The palm of his hand was rubbing against your clit, and you could feel that familiar tingly feeling of an orgasm building up as he added a third finger into you. A soft cry of pain left your lips and Sukuna added more pressure to your clit with his palm, hand rubbing up against it as he moved his fingers, overwriting the pain with pleasure as all three fingers scraped against that nice spot inside you. 

“Need to get you nice and ready for me, princess.” He purred. 

Your breathing quickened and the sensation in your gut grew with each flick of his wrist. It never felt this good when you tried getting yourself off - having his long, thick fingers buried inside your pussy was an entirely different level to just playing with your clit alone in your room. 

You needed more of this. 

Sensing that you were close to release, Sukuna sped up the movement of his fingers, taking one of your nipples between his teeth and tugging gently. The painful pleasure of the action sent you crashing over the edge, your pussy clenching and gushing around his fingers as you came for him for the first time. His name left your lips as a cry, and he pulled back from your breasts, capturing your lips in a deep and possessive kiss. 

He moved his fingers slowly inside you for a few more minutes as he kissed you, waiting until you stopped trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm before removing them from you completely. 

It felt a little embarrassing to see his fingers all covered in your slick, and you had an internal panic that he’d find it gross. But as he pulled them out of you, he didn’t skip a beat as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked your juices off of them. 

“You’re so sweet.” He said affectionately, and you had no idea how to react, feeling completely out of your depth with all of the new things that you were experiencing so quickly right now. 

He didn’t give you too long to linger on it, because all of a sudden he was pulling off his undergarments, setting his cock free, and the sight of that cleared your mind of any other thoughts.

His cock was huge. It hung heavily between his legs - long and thick with a prominent vein running up the side. 

You felt intimidated. You’d expected him to be big, that’s what girls always gushed about when they’d spread rumors about him after all, but you didn’t expect him to be this big, and you found that your mind was running wild with anxiety, wondering how you’d ever fit that inside you. 

He seemed very smug with your reaction, something that you were certainly going to scold him for later, after you’d managed to survive having him fill you up. 

“Sukuna.” You whispered. “I don’t think it’ll fit.” 

“We’ll make it fit, princess - I wasn’t prepping you for nothing.” His expression softened at the fear in your eyes. “Just trust me, I’ll make sure it feels good.” 

You did trust him. In all the time that he’d been your Knight he’d always done right by you, always protected you when you needed it - why would you think that this would be any different?

Positioning you carefully amongst the furs, he hovered over you, admiring your body and running his cock through your folds, gathering slick along his tip before positioning himself at your dripping entrance. 

“Are you sure about this?” He asked quietly, his red eyes fixed on your face.

You blinked up at him. Your mind was still a little hazy from the first orgasm that he’d given you, and from the realisation of just how big he was, but you were aware enough to know how much you really did want this, even if it might hurt. 

You nodded at him, worried that the nerves might seep into your voice if you spoke your agreement aloud. He looked at you for a moment longer, his expression unreadable. “Tell me if it hurts.” He said sternly. 

You’d heard plenty of horror stories in your life about how bad a first time could be, and considering just how big Sukuna was you were almost certain that it was going to hurt - if he could fit himself inside you at all. But you couldn’t really bring yourself to care, your mind too overtaken with lust and desire for him, too enamoured with the thought of finally being that close to him. 

“Okay.” You managed to whisper, and that seemed enough agreement for Sukuna as he finally started to press the tip of his cock into you. 

Despite the time that he’d taken carefully stretching you out on his fingers, you weren’t at all prepared for the stretch of his cock. It was so big - even just the tip, and you found yourself aching immediately as he slowly inched himself into you. 

You squeezed your eyes closed, desperately trying to focus on anything other than the pain, tears springing to the corners of your eyes. He’d only managed to get around a third of the way in when he was halting his movements, his thumbs tenderly wiping away the tears dripping down your cheeks as you whimpered softly. 

“It's okay baby, you’re doing so good for me.” He cooed. “You feel so good, like you were made for me.” 

It was obvious that was a lie, considering how little of his was actually fitting inside of you right now, but you were in no position to argue with him. 

“You just need to relax.” He murmured soothingly. “If you tense up it’ll just hurt more.” You could understand that in theory, but it felt like an impossible ask when he was splitting you apart so thoroughly. 

At the realisation that you couldn’t easily relax on your own, Sukuna brought one of his hands to your clit, his fingers circling the bundle of nerves in a practiced manner. It didn’t take away the pain completely, but it did blend the ache together with an odd sort of pleasure, the tension in your muscles easing ever so slightly. 

“There we go princess, just relax.” A small whine escaped your throat and Sukuna took that opportunity to continue sinking into you, moving slowly and rubbing at your clit until he was fully sheathed inside you. 

You felt full, unbearably so. Your body was shivering a little, completely unaccustomed to having something inside you like this. But at the same time there was an odd sensation of pleasure, of elation from having Sukuna pressed up against you so intimately. A burning desire in your gut that wanted him even deeper inside you. 

“Doing okay?” He asked, his free hand stroking your hair as he planted kisses all over your face, staying as still as he possibly could to let you adjust to his size. It was clear that he desperately wanted to start moving - you could feel his cock twitching with need inside you. 

“Y-yeah. You’re so big.” You whimpered quietly, and a cocky smirk grew across Sukuna’s face.

“I am.” He agreed, and you tried not to roll your eyes at how proud of himself he sounded. “Want me to start moving, princess?” 

You gave him a little nod, and Sukuna began to move his hips, pulling himself almost all the way out of you before filling you up once more. He started off with a relatively slow pace, examining your expression as he moved, ready to stop at any hint of pain. 

The ache was still there, but it had been subdued a little now, and you found yourself moving your hips against his, trying to pull him closer to you. It felt so good, having his big, warm body on top of yours, feeling his even heartbeat against your skin. You’d never thought that you’d get to feel this way with anyone - sex had always been something that you’d viewed as an obligation, an act you’d have to partake in as a princess.

But as Sukuna’s cock slid in and out of you, you realised just how good it felt, how much you wanted more of this, to cling on to your Knight and never let him go. 

Content that you seemed to be coping, Sukuna sped up his pace. He gripped your hands in his, pinning them on either side of your head as he leant in closer to you, capturing your mouth in a sloppy kiss as he slammed his hips into yours. 

It felt incredible, his cock hitting spots so deep inside of you that you were seeing stars. Over and over again he abused one pleasant spot forcing the coil in your stomach to tighten and your eyes to water. You couldn’t hold back the moans that poured from you mouth, whimpers of his name as he fucked you so good. 

You squeezed tightly at his hands, enjoying the attention that he was giving you, his lips exploring your face and neck, groaning out your name each time your pussy squeezed around him involuntarily. 

He must’ve noticed the way that your body was starting to tremble, the way that your moans were becoming breathier, because he released one of your hands, bringing his fingers back down to your clit, rubbing his thumb up against it, making you arch your back in pleasure. 

“Are you close, baby?” He asked breathlessly against your ear, the tickle of his breath against your skin making your pussy clench desperately around his cock.

“Y-yeah.” You whined, the feeling in your gut growing almost unbearable, so tightly wound that it could burst at any moment. 

“Then cum for me.” He ordered. You did as you were told, allowing yourself to let go, your orgasm crashing over you, letting out a desperate cry of his name as your body convulsed with how good it felt. You were squeezing him more tightly than ever and he let out a low groan, evidently trying to hold off on his own release for a little while longer. 

He stilled for a moment, admiring the way you were twitching beneath him, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face and planting a soft kiss on your lips before maneuvering you into a new position, giving you no time to come down from your orgasm. 

Wrapping his arms around your back, he pulled the two of you up into sitting position, keeping his cock buried inside you as he did so. He placed you on his lap, the two of you sitting face to face with your breasts pressed up against his chest. Affectionately, he nuzzled his nose against yours before kissing you deeply, slowly moving his tongue against yours as his hands went to your ass, gripping tightly and shifting you up and down his shaft as if you weighed nothing. 

A moan escaped your mouth, surprised at how good this new position felt as he started to fuck you again. It was as though he was much deeper inside you like this, and with each thrust you could swear that he was in your guts. It was euphoric. 

Lazily, he bounced you up and down on his cock, taking the time to explore your mouth properly with his tongue before moving his lips down to your shoulders, sucking purple marks into your skin where he knew your dress could cover them. 

You wished that he could mark you everywhere, enamoured with the thought of him leaving purple bites all up your neck - but no matter what your lust-fueled brain wanted in the moment, that would spell an almost immediate end to your secret relationship, so for now you’d have to do without it. 

You dropped your head to his shoulder, mirroring the actions he was performing on you, gently nipping and sucking at the skin on his shoulders, leaving your own little purple marks. Your hands traced delicately along the tattoos on his upper body, enjoying the way he shuddered and his cock twitched when you dragged your nails down the lines on his back. 

“Fuck.” He groaned, huskily whispering out your name. “Not gonna last much longer like this, baby. Squeezing me so fucking hard.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at the praise. You’d been so worried about not appeasing him - that he’d be disappointed with your lack of experience even with his assurance that wasn’t the case. The confirmation that you were making him feel good did something to you. 

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed at you for a moment, as though he’d noticed something interesting. He leant forward and pressed his lips against your ear. “You’re such a good girl for me.” He purred, and you instinctively clenched around him, the praise going straight to your pussy. 

He chuckled softly against you, feeling the rumble of his laughter through his whole body. “Aw, you love being praised, huh?” He teased, starting to move you more quickly up and down his cock, the slap of skin against skin echoing around the cabin. “Can feel that pretty pussy squeeze me everytime I throw you a little compliment, how cute.” 

There was a part of your brain that was telling you to feel embarrassed by his words, but for the most part you were too caught up in how good it all felt to really be mad at his poking. What was the point in getting frustrated when he was right?

“Were you like this before? Did I make you all wet whenever I was nice to you?” His voice was coming out raspier now, it was clear that he was reaching his own release, and you could feel that familiar pressure building up in your gut once more. “Did you ever lie in bed and touch yourself to the thought of me? Read your dirty little book and imagine me as the evil prince making you feel so good?” 

Your face was bright red, and you tried to save yourself from the humiliation of his question by burying your face in his neck, clinging to him as he hit that wonderful spot inside you over and over again, focusing on nothing but your incoming orgasm. 

But Sukuna seemed hellbent on teasing you, because he slowed down his movements for a moment. “Come on pretty girl, you gonna give me an answer?” 

You tilted your head back to glare at him, meeting his mischievous grin as he waited patiently for you to speak. He’d ceased his movements completely now, holding you still in his lap, his cock buried fully inside you. 

“I’ll need an answer if you want me to let you cum.” He teased, completely aware of how much of an upper hand he had over you. You wanted him to keep going, wanted him to let you unravel in his arms once more. 

“I did.” You whispered, so quietly that it was almost inaudible. 

“What was that?” He asked with a grin. “Couldn’t quite hear you.” 

“I did.” You spoke a bit louder this time, hoping that your response would be satisfactory enough for him to get back to fucking you. 

“Hmmmm, you did what, princess? I need you to spell it out for me.” His fingers were on your clit again, circling it lightly, not giving you nearly enough pressure to get anything out of it beyond need and frustration. You squirmed desperately, but as you stared up at him you knew that he wasn’t going to give in until you gave him what he wanted.

You sighed. “I read the book and thought of you, okay? I touched myself to the thought of you after we kissed. I even had a dirty dream about you way back when you first became my guard!” That last one just slipped out, catching even you by surprise - he definitely did not need to know that. 

Sukuna’s eyes were wide with surprise, but he was only caught off guard for a second before a smug smile was making its way onto his face and he was bouncing you on his cock again. “Oh? Isn’t that amusing, who knew you were so desperate for me?” 

You tried pouting up at him, but you weren’t sure that you conveyed your frustration with his teasing all that well, with little whines slipping from your lips as he bounced you faster and faster on his cock, driving into that spot that made you feel so good. You were squeezing hard around him now, face buried into his skin and your fingers gripping desperately at his shoulders as another orgasm hit you. 

This one was even better than the previous one, Sukuna not slowing down his pace at all as you rode it out, abusing that squishy spot inside you over and over again until tears were dripping down your cheeks from how good you felt. 

As your pussy constricted hard around his length, he reached his own release, his cock twitching and releasing his cum into you, filling you up to the brim with his seed. 

Somewhere in the back of your mind you were aware that what he’d just done was dangerous, that if you become pregnant with his baby it would be over for the both of you, but in that moment with his warmth flooding into you, it was hard to bring yourself to care. 

His arms were wrapped tightly around you, holding you in a firm embrace against him, softening cock still deep inside you. It was lovely, just to be that close with him. But after a few minutes, the cum dripping from you was growing cold, the sensation unpleasant and Sukuna reluctantly pulled himself out of you. 

An attempt was made for you to pull yourself to your feet, temporarily forgetting about the drastic state of your ankle, but Sukuna was quick to stop you, pushing you back into the plush comfort of the bed, insisting that he’d clean you up himself. 

He grabbed a towel, wiping himself off first before delicately cleaning the mess he’d made between your legs. Somehow this felt like more intimate of an act than sex itself, suddenly shy about your exposed body in the firelight. Sukuna seemed completely unbothered, content to sit naked beside you as he cleaned you up. 

“How’re you feeling?” He asked, as he finished wiping your thighs.

“Good.” Your voice was a little shaky, your body still in that light, floaty feeling as you came down from your third orgasm of the night. 

“Good.” He responded, but his brows were knitted together in concern as he looked at you. “Do you...regret it?” The uncertainty in his tone caught you off guard. Had it not been obvious to him how much you’d enjoyed it? 

“No- no!” You stumbled a little on the words at the speed that they came out, evidently catching Sukuna by surprise at the energetic response. “I think that was the best I’ve ever felt.” You said honestly. “Thank you.” 

Sukuna's shoulders relaxed and he let out a sigh as he discarded the towel and turned back to face you, gesturing for you to shuffle out of the way as he peeled back the furs on the bed and motioned for you to move beneath them. 

“I thought you were going to be disappointed or something.” He confessed, in a surprising display of vulnerability from him. You tilted your head in confusion as you looked up at him, waiting for more of an elaboration. “The only thing you knew about sex was from that book of yours, right? I thought it might not live up to your expectations.” 

“Oh!” You responded, looking away from him in thought for a moment before continuing. “It was way better than the book.” 

“It was?” Sukuna asked. 

“Yeah. The prince in the book is some random guy, why would I ever prefer that to having you?” 

Sukuna’s red eyes were wide with shock for a moment, before he smirked at you, his ego very obviously stroked by your response. “Right…” 

“I guess you have no idea how much I like you.” You said with a soft giggle, an action that seemed to light up Sukuna’s whole face. He let out a little scoff before clambering beneath the furs next to you. His arms snaked around your body, positioning one of them comfortably beneath your neck, and wrapping the other firmly around your waist, pulling you close against his chest. 

You held onto him tightly with both hands, heart racing from being all snuggled up with him like this, your legs instinctively tangling together beneath the furs, allowing you to be as close as possible. He smelt so good, a pleasant sense of contentment settling over you at being wrapped up with him, the constant rise and fall of his chest keeping you grounded and calm. 

You wanted to stay here, limbs tangled with his, for the rest of your life. 

He kissed you softly on the top of your head and you closed your eyes, grateful to be spending the night here in his arms, having avoided the grizzly fate Mahito and his men had in store for you. 

“Sukuna.” You whispered quietly, after a few moments of you both laying in silence.

“Mmm?” 

“We’re going to be okay right?” You asked. “We’ll figure out how to make this work?” 

Sukuna was silent for a long time, so long that you almost wondered if he’d fallen asleep - it had been a long night after all. 

“I’m not letting you go.” He responded finally. “Come what may, you’ll always be mine. I’ll make sure of it.” 

And as you curled up closer against his body, drifting off to sleep in that comfortable bed, the flickering light of the dying fire illuminating both your bodies, you desperately hoped that was a promise he could keep.

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a/n: thanks for reading, we finally got them together!! but i've still got lots more on my plan for this fic! should have the next chapter up next weekend.

Fun fact, the kiss scene was inspired by guts and casca's first kiss in berserk, those panels always send my heart RACING.

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[littlelamy]

the mountain spring shimmered like poured glass, cold and humming with snowmelt, tucked deep in a cleft of slate rock where only the hawks and mythical dragons lived. you—bare bodied—laughed as you waded in, arms lifted as if embracing the cloud covered sky itself. your hair clung in wet coils down your spine, hips swaying with that careless innocence you had.

rafe saw too much.

he stood at the edge, armor off but duty cinched tight around his chest like a second skin. you turned, water dripping off your lashes, and beamed.

"rafe! you're going to make me scold you again if you just stand there sulking." you waded backward, waves blooming from your thighs like petals, and dipped until the surface kissed the soft curve beneath your collarbone. “you act like you haven’t seen me nude before.”

that made his jaw clench—his hand twitched near the hilt of a sword he hadn’t worn today.

“i shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice hard and gravelly. “not like this.”

“but you are.” your smile went sly, twisting into something he hadn’t earned but had been given by you over and over anyway. “you always come, even when you say you won’t. that is your duty, isn't it?”

he stepped down—boots crunching grit, shedding his tunic in a moment too deliberate. the covered sun shone slightly across the scars of his shoulders, those hard-earned things you used to trace when curled against him in moonlight, whispering stupid things like “tell me again how many men you killed for me.”

but after months and years, you were growing—riper, bolder, speaking to visiting dukes with honey in your voice and your chin tilted just so.

he hated it, completely.

you floated closer, breasts brushing the surface, nipples tight from the cold. you stared at him with those wide, infuriating, charmed eyes. “you used to look at me like i was a woman. now you barely look.”

rafe’s eyes snapped to yours. "don’t tempt me, your highness.”

“why not?” you said, playful, mouth a wicked curve. “you scared of the king? or scared that i’ll beg you again, and you’ll give in?”

he exhaled like it hurt and stepped into the water.

it swallowed him up slowly, and his body responded like it always did around you—blood hot, cock heavy, aching before you even touched him. the space between you shrank and you closed the last of it, hands at his waist.

“you remember the last time, don’t you?” you whispered, fingers skating up his chest. “you had your mouth between my legs and you said if i ever let another man touch me—”

“stop,” he hissed, grabbing your wrists, but his grip trembled. “you’re still a girl—”

“i’m a woman and princess,” you cut in, a breathless bite to your tone. “and i chose you, way before i ever knew what my cunt was for.”

he groaned—actual, helpless, gut-deep—and kissed you. it was fierce, messy, almost like he was dying of thirst.

you gasped against him, clinging to his neck, water sloshing around your waists. his hand found your ass, squeezed like he was checking to make sure it was still his. you giggled breathily against his mouth, nipping his lower lip before diving down his chest with your tongue, slow little kitten licks that made his thighs twitch. your nails scraped the lines of his abdomen. his cock stood hard against your belly, though he still held back, holding you by the shoulders like he needed to remind himself of something.

“you keep running,” you whispered, rubbing yourself against him with a sweet little whimper. “but you always come back.”

his forehead pressed to yours. “because i’m the only one who won’t hurt you, my star.”

“but you’ll still fuck me?”

he bit back a moan. “gods help me.”

“then fuck me,” you purred. “but make it mean something.”

he grabbed your hips and hoisted you up, thighs parting around him in the cool spring, his cock pressing up between your folds but not yet in. not yet, he mind whisper to you. just close enough to feel the heat of you, the needy little flutter of your walls already clenching around nothing. your eyes fluttered half-shut.

“you’re mine,” he growled against your throat.

“always.” you purr before he sank into you. the water did nothing to hide the way your cunt clenched tight, slick and greedy around him. your head dropped back with a moan so sweet he wanted to bury himself in it. and he started moving, slow and deep, water rocking with you, his name spilling from your lips in breathy gasps between kisses like a prayer you’d say even if he left you.

but he wouldn’t. never would, not when you wrapped around him like this: heart, body, and soul.

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[starm0onlight]

Drowned by love🥀

₊˚⊹ ᰔ pairing: Greek gods x fem reader!

₊˚⊹ ᰔ note: i don't know what im doing nor why im doing this but we rock i guess

₊˚⊹ ᰔ warning: English isn't my first language so feel free to correct me!

₊˚⊹ ᰔ content: multi characters x reader, greek gods being... greek gods? there will be more than one part

🪽₊˚⊹ you don't remember how this is happened, everything was so sudden, but all you remember is you waking up in giant forest where trees are everywhere you look.

☀️₊˚⊹ you didn't understand what got you here, first you were at your home and now suddenly you're at some forest in some place..

🏺₊˚⊹ as you stood up you start walking around looking for a way out of this forest, at first you start screaming for help but you give that idea up after a while of screaming and your throat hurting

🪽₊˚⊹ after spending hours of walking you suddenly found a gate, giant gate that look like it belong to royalty, you didn't care that much as you start running towards it, forgetting all about your legs pain of hours of walking.

☀️₊˚⊹ as you reach to it suddenly open by itself reveling a giant palace which quickly mad you jump and gasp, how does this giant palace exist in the middle of no where?

🏺₊˚⊹ you where so shocked that you didn't notice the person who has sneak up behind you.

"well well well, what do we have here, a little mortal?" he says close to your ears which quickly make jump and gasp pulling away from him as you look at him with confusion and little fear.

"what would bring such a mortal like yourself here darling?" said the guy before letting out a little chuckles, he was tall with wings on his head and a hat, as you look up and down at him you notice him wearing what look like old clothes, ancient one. and is that shoes with wings in it?

"i...i don't kno-" before you could answer suddenly you heard a voice coming from behind you, much louder and rougher one

"Hermes, what are you doing, and who is this mortal?" said the voice as it started getting closer, as you turn around you see a man with white hair and beard slowly approaching you. okay that just got even worse now.

"i don't know father, this little mortal just appears here and she looks a little lost" said hermes as he got a little closer to you studying your face as you quickly start stepping away but suddenly hit something behind you, or rather someone.

"what a pretty little mortal like you doing here?" said the voice that comes from behind you softly which quickly makes you jump and turn around to be faced with a tanned man whose hair is as gold as the sunlight with eyes that could literally shine.

what's wrong with men here suddenly appearing out of nowhere from behind you?? is that a kink or something? because you're definitely not interested.

before you can even question anything you heard another voice, great the collection is completed , but this time it seems more like feminine voice, very harsh one indeed.

"zeus!? who is this mortal, and how did she come here??" said the woman harshly as pointed at you like you're some... thing.

"hera, we don't know how this mortal got here, but she seems like she's lost?" said the white haired man as he looked at the woman tiredly.

wait, Hermes? zeus? HERA??? this can't be right.. and don't tell me that the golden hair man is Apollo?? oh she's died for sure.

"lost? on the mountain of Olympus?? just throw her off." said hera as she looked at you with hate and disgust .

wait throw her? OFF OF A FUCKING MOUNTAIN?? i mean she did throw her own son. BUT STILL??

"wow wow... please don't throw me off the mountain, I too dont know how I got here.." you finally said as you try to reason with hera. well , we know how this goes.

"mortal how dare you talk back to me??" said hera with even more hatred and disgust, if eyes could kill, you're a gonner.

luckily zeus steps just in time to stop hera from throwing you off herself "calm down hera, we're not throwing anyone, not yet" well it's zeus..

"so what do we do with her?? keep her?" said hera as she looked at zeus angrily.

"well keeping her doesn't sound so bad, it's been a long time since I've seen mortal so beautiful" said Apollo as he got closer to you studying your face, You don't know if you should be flattered at his compliment or be concerned

"Yea It's been a while since the gods had a mortal servant, a little pet if you will" said hermes with little chuckle as he glare at you.

a pet? for the gods?? getting thrown out of the mountain doesn't sound so bad right now.

"yea turn Olympus into a zoo for mortals!" said hera sarcastically as she looked at Apollo and hermes, definitely not a fan of the idea.

"well, it's better and more entertaining than throwing her off, we could use a mortal in Olympus" said zeus and smirk looking at you.

yep your fate has been sealed. doom.

"well welcome to your new home little mortal, what's your name?" you heard Apollo talking softly to you but you can barely focus with your brain trying to take in all the new information.

you can hear hera yell and zeus ignoring her, but suddenly as your body suddenly remembers it's tiredness you couldn't stand on your feet as you suddenly pass out.

well look like you're in for a long ride.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Thinking about old man Logan struggling to… get it up with reader and he gets all insecure 😭😭

It's Natural

Old Man Logan X F! Reader

Logan has some trouble getting his one eyed trouser snake to wake up

A/N: I was giggling writing this. also my search history has really become awful and weird since i started writing fics.

Warnings: SMUT MDNI, Allusions to sex, Logan can't get it up, Logan being extremely dramatic, peepee touching(blowjobs people, blowjobs), did you know men can orgasm and/or ejaculate without an erection? Greek god punishments mentioned lol, a lil fluff, I put F but this actually could be gender neutral!

Huh....So this is what it feels like

Logan avoided your sympathetic gaze.

"It's okay baby-"

His face burned hotter.

"It's natural"

He scoffed.

Your arms wrapped around his waist as you hugged him from behind, your chest, pressed into his firm back, you gave him a squeeze. He moved to stand up from the bed, but you held onto him.

Why, why does God have to keep playing this cruel joke on him? Is this his punishment for his sins?

He rather be cast down by lightning.

Let the pits of hell open up and swallow him whole. Give him punishments fit for the Greeks. He'll gladly let himself be bound, where an Eagle will eat his liver every day; He'll push the damn rock up the mountain only for it to roll back down, and repeat; put him on a fiery wheel, spinning through the sky.

Anything

Anything but this.

He used to laugh at men who were in a position that he has found himself in. A bit of arrogance from aging and never having an issue before. He didn't believe he was invincible, he just thought maybe his body would give out before he would have to worry about a problem like this.

In fact his younger self was always full of piss and vinegar. His stamina unmatched. His refractory period just mere seconds after coitus.

It's not like you didn't get to experience that with him.

You've had to beg him to slow down before. He held a certain pride in being able to make a pretty young thing like you out of breath. Bury himself in you over and over, playfully taunting you because you couldn't keep up with an old man like him. He reveled in your whines and praises.

He never thought that you'd have to experience this, with him.

"You're making it a big deal." You say softly, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

"Because it is." He snapped turning his head towards you.

"You're just tired. You've been overworking yourself baby." You rested your head on his shoulder as you hugged him. He tensed up. "It happens."

"Not to me." He grumbles sitting up from the bed. The mattress creaked from his weight disappearing.

"Lo." You sigh, dropping your arms in your lap as you watch him walk across the room, nude, reaching for his coat as he pulled out an cigar and his lighter from the inner pocket.

You admired his form. Muscular, hairy, fuck how could you not? He was sculpted, every curve, every divot, every muscle, made your mouth water.

He wouldn't look at you while he smoked, brows creased in frustration as he dragged himself deeper into a pit of self-hatred. A cloud of cigar smoke hazed the room and made you a little light-headed.

You had been fooling around. Logan came home early tonight, claiming he missed you. He was all over you, kissing and touching and you were loving it. One by one your clothes were yanked off - Logan had nearly ripped your pants off you - again.

Course time went on and you were becoming more eager for the main course- not that you didn't love the foreplay. You noticed Logan's frustrations as he kept grinding and kissing you. Before he finally pulled himself off you, shame in his face, and a glance downwards told you what you needed to know.

It really didn't bother you. Of course it didn't! You loved him. Things happen. He was already older than an average man, and to be honest his libido had surprised you at his age.

No words were going to making him feel better.

Fuck it, stiffy or not, he's your man, and you wanted him.

You climbed off the bed where he was leaning against the creaky old dresser you had thrifted from a local shop.

"Lo." You say, and his eyes only glanced at you for a second before glancing away. "If you're going to be like that, then I'll just do it myself."

Logan looked at you, a small bewilderment across his face as you dropped to your knees. You took his flaccid member into your hand, and began stroking him. Slowly and gently.

"Jesus-" His breath hitched. "Baby what are you doing?"

"Lo..." You hummed, looking up at him with a sinful smile, you leaned forward, playfully tapping his cock against your lips. "I want you. Okay?"

He watched in surprise, as you took him in between your lips, swirling your tongue over his tip. His stomach tensed, and flexed, as his lips parted as he watched you take him in between your lips.

Fucking hell

He tipped his head back, the feeling of your tongue swirling over his soft cock was different. You acted no difference from him being hard or soft though, taking him down your throat, bobbing your head over him. Your spit soaked his cock

Your hand came up to fondle his balls, gently squeezing and groping them, as your other hand ran soothingly up and down his thigh.

Just when he thought he couldn't love you more

The humiliation was there still. Yet every suck, pop, and lick as you worked over him pushed it farther and farther away. You devoured him as he were desirable.

A deep moan reverberated from you, and that was the nail in the coffin for him.

A hard grunt escaped him as his shoulders lurched forward and his hand dug into your hair, gripping you as he pushed himself further down your throat making you gag. His cum coming out in short, hot spurts.

His chest heaved, and he tipped his head back.

Not quite as powerful as normal orgasm, but as he looked down at you, it didn't matter.

You stood up, wiping your lips of spit and cum before leaning forward to kiss him, your arms wrapped around his waist.

"See? No biggie." You smile up at him.

He observed with you fascination.

"I love you. In every way." You reassured him, pecking his lips again.

The both of you stopped, surprise on your face as your felt something hard on your hip. He raised his brows as he looked down at you, a faint grin growing across his face. You hummed, leaning in to brush your lips over his, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace.

"Well, Bonjour Monsieur"

[mya-valentine]

Hi! it's me again! I'd like to request a few genshin men/boys and most of them are my favs like at least like 14 of them😂 fluff please

I wanted to request a Diluc, Razor (it's fine if you don't do him, but I'm pretty sure he's at least 16 or 17) Xiao, Wanderer, Cyno, Al Haitham, Neuvillete, Kinich, Ororon (there's lack of Ororon love) and Dainsleif. I wanted the headcannon to be like:

their friends asking fem!reader: What do you see in him?

reader: he makes me laugh

i wanted to see this kind of headcannon for so long (i hope it's okay if i can request this much character😅)

Headcanon: He Makes Me Laugh

Diluc

At a cozy café in Mondstadt, you and your friends sit around a small table, sharing stories over steaming cups of tea. One of your friends leans in, eyebrows raised. “Diluc? Really? What do you see in him?”

You take a moment to think, a smile creeping onto your face. “He makes me laugh,” you finally reply.

Your friends exchange skeptical glances. “Diluc? The serious, brooding one? How does that even work?”

You lean back in your chair, recalling a recent night at the tavern. Diluc had been tending bar when a customer made a ridiculous drink request. With a straight face, he had leaned over to you and said, “If I serve one more ‘secret drink’ request, I might just invent a potion to erase memories of it.”

You burst into laughter, and he shot you a quick, playful smirk, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. The moment had felt electric, a fleeting glimpse of the softer side he rarely showed anyone else.

As you reminisce, you can’t help but grin, feeling warmth in your chest. “He’s got this dry wit that surprises me. You just have to know where to look.”

One friend rolls her eyes. “Okay, I can see it. But how do you get him to show it?”

You shrug playfully. “Maybe he just needs someone to break through the brooding exterior.”

Diluc, standing nearby, overhears your laughter and smirks, catching your eye with a knowing look, as if he appreciates the affection behind your words.

Razor

Your friends are gathered in your room, sprawled on the floor as you all catch up. Suddenly, one of them narrows their eyes and asks, “You’re with Razor? What do you even talk about?”

You can’t help but giggle at the question. “Oh, you have no idea. He makes me laugh!”

Your friends exchange confused looks. “Razor? The one who spends all his time with wolves?”

You nod, recalling a beautiful morning walk you took with him through Wolvendom. “The other day, we were watching the sunrise. He looked at it, wide-eyed, and said, ‘Looks like egg yolk spilled.’ And then he asked, ‘Why do people say ‘crack of dawn’? Dawn don’t break…’”

Your friends burst into laughter, imagining Razor’s serious face juxtaposed with his innocent, childlike observations.

“He’s not trying to be funny, but he has this way of looking at the world that’s just… refreshing,” you explain, a soft smile on your lips as you think about him.

One friend grins, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, I guess if you’re into that… unique perspective.”

Razor, who has been listening from the doorway, looks a bit confused but intrigued. “I like egg yolk. It is good food,” he adds earnestly, causing another round of laughter.

Xiao

In a quiet corner of Liyue Harbor, your friends sit across from you, disbelief painted on their faces. “Xiao?” one asks, incredulous. “But he’s so… intense and brooding! What do you see in him?”

You chuckle, leaning back in your chair. “He makes me laugh,” you respond, shaking your head at their expressions.

Your friends exchange skeptical glances, clearly struggling to understand how someone as serious as Xiao could ever be funny. “Seriously?” one of them challenges. “How?”

You remember a day when you and Xiao were training together on the mountain. As you stumbled over a loose rock, he caught you just in time, and without missing a beat, he said, “Are mortals always this clumsy?”

You had burst out laughing at his deadpan delivery, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “He doesn’t mean to be funny, but his honesty is refreshing,” you explain, smiling at the memory.

Your friends nod, starting to see your point. “Okay, I can see how that would be amusing.”

Just then, Xiao approaches, overhearing the conversation. He raises an eyebrow. “You laugh a lot around me. Is that good?”

You grin, meeting his gaze. “Absolutely! It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

Xiao looks slightly flustered but turns away, a hint of a smile breaking through his usual stoicism.

Wanderer

Strolling through a quiet clearing with your friends, one of them shoots you a concerned glance. “So… Wanderer? The same guy who’s known for his prickly attitude? What exactly do you see in him?”

You smirk, already used to the question. “He makes me laugh,” you say simply.

They look skeptical, one raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure we’re talking about the same guy?”

You nod, smiling at the memory of a recent encounter. Wanderer had once muttered something about the “absurdity” of people who thought they knew everything about him. He’d followed it up with, “Honestly, they know less about me than that rock does about erosion.” He’d pointed at a boulder, then turned to you, daring you to laugh. But you couldn’t help it—you cracked up, and he’d rolled his eyes, but with the faintest hint of a smile himself.

Your friends seem taken aback. “Wait, Wanderer said that?”

Just then, Wanderer appears, crossing his arms as he approaches. “Are you sharing my profound observations with these mortals?” he asks, feigning annoyance, but there’s a softness in his eyes as he glances at you.

You grin, meeting his gaze. “I can’t help it. You’re just so funny.”

He scoffs, muttering something about “annoying people,” but the faintest smile betrays him, earning a knowing look from your friends.

Cyno

After a long day, you and your friends gather at a cozy teahouse. One of them finally leans in with a curious look. “Cyno, though? Isn’t he a little… intense? What do you see in him?”

A grin spreads across your face as you think of Cyno’s well-meaning, if occasionally dreadful, sense of humor. “He makes me laugh.”

Your friends look surprised, clearly doubtful. “Cyno? Are you sure? He’s the General Mahamatra!”

You laugh at their disbelief. “Yes, that Cyno. Once, he tried to tell me a ‘joke’ about Teyvat’s elemental reactions. ‘Did you know Pyro and Hydro make steam…y results?’” You can’t help but laugh at the memory, and your friends blink at you, processing.

Then one snickers, and another gives in. “Okay, that’s actually—unintentionally funny.”

As if summoned, Cyno appears at the table. “Did I hear mention of… humor?” he asks with utmost seriousness, casting a proud look your way. “I have another one. What did the dendro traveler say to the withering zone?”

You grin knowingly, but your friends glance at each other nervously. “What?” they ask in unison.

“‘Leave it to me,’” Cyno deadpans, straight-faced. You burst out laughing, your friends struggling to hold back their smiles. Cyno raises an eyebrow, satisfied. “See? I told you humor is a valuable asset.”

Alhaitham

Gathered at the Sumeru Library, your friends can’t hide their disbelief. “Alhaitham? What do you even see in him?” one of them exclaims, shaking her head.

You grin, leaning back in your chair. “He makes me laugh.”

“Really? The stoic scholar?” they ask, bewildered.

You reminisce about a quiet evening when you found him deeply engrossed in a book. You had asked, “What’s so interesting?” He glanced up and replied, “The existential dread of characters in fiction is quite entertaining. They can’t even do anything about it.”

His deadpan delivery made you laugh, and he’d raised an eyebrow, confused by your reaction. “You find that funny?” he’d asked, genuinely perplexed, which only made you laugh harder.

Your friends start to nod, clearly amused. “Okay, maybe he has a point there.”

Alhaitham, overhearing your laughter, approaches with an amused glint in his eye. “I see you’re discussing literature. Should I be concerned?”

You shake your head, smiling. “Only if you’re worried about being funny.”

He smirks, unfazed. “Then I have nothing to worry about.”

Neuvillete

In the refined atmosphere of Fontaine’s opera house, your friends question your attachment to Neuvillette, the reserved Chief Justice. “So, what do you see in him?” one friend asks, an eyebrow raised. “Neuvillette’s so… solemn. He barely smiles.”

You chuckle, casting a glance at the grand stage. “But that’s the thing. He makes me laugh when I least expect it.”

Your friends exchange looks, clearly unconvinced. “Really? Neuvillette?”

You nod, remembering a moment from an evening much like this one. Neuvillette had been watching an opera, his typical composed expression in place, when he leaned over and whispered, “I find it curious that, despite its grandeur, this aria is about a fish lamenting her lost pond. Dramatic, isn’t it?” His understated humor and subtle wit had made you stifle a laugh, though he looked pleased with your reaction.

One friend’s eyes widen in surprise. “Wait, he actually jokes? In his own way?”

At that moment, Neuvillette arrives, having overheard the conversation. “I merely observe the world as it is,” he says with a faint, almost invisible smile. “I trust I’ve provided adequate amusement?”

You smile up at him warmly, while your friends look at each other, slowly starting to see his appeal. “Yes,” you reply, reaching for his hand. “You certainly have.”

Kinich

As you and your friends stroll through the bustling markets, one of them nudges you, raising an eyebrow. “So… Kinich? He’s got that cold, intense vibe. What do you see in him?”

You chuckle, picturing the man who, beneath his pragmatic exterior, occasionally revealed a dry, clever humor that caught you off guard. “He makes me laugh,” you reply, smiling.

Your friends blink, visibly unconvinced. “Kinich? The Kinich? The guy who talks like every word is a business contract?”

“Trust me, he’s funnier than you think.” You recall a time when you had teased him about always being so serious. He had given you a mock-stern look and said, “Seriousness is simply efficiency applied to communication. If I were to, say, laugh needlessly, it would be inefficient—unless, of course, you think I’m funny?” His tone had been deadpan, but you had caught the sparkle in his eyes, which only made you laugh harder.

One of your friends scoffs, half amused, half disbelieving. “He’s secretly funny? Now that I have to see.”

Just then, Kinich appears, drawn by the sound of laughter. He stands with his usual composed expression, his gaze steady as he glances at you. “Am I interrupting?” he asks, though his eyes linger on yours with a warmth your friends would never guess at.

“Not at all,” you reply, a mischievous smile on your lips. “We were just talking about how funny you are.”

A single brow arches, and he replies smoothly, “If efficiency in humor is what amuses you, then I suppose I’ve succeeded.”

Your friends stare, open-mouthed, as he gives a faint smile, the smallest show of his affection reserved just for you.

Ororon

Gathered in a quiet grove just outside the bustling village, your friends share stories, each of them glancing at you with barely concealed curiosity. Finally, one of them speaks up. “Ororon? Really? He’s so… unconventional. What do you see in him?”

You smile, looking down at the wildflowers in your hand. “He makes me laugh.”

They seem taken aback, sharing doubtful glances. “Ororon? But he’s so… odd. He even lives out in the woods by himself. Isn’t he a little too eccentric?”

You laugh softly, thinking of all the moments Ororon’s uniqueness had brightened your days. “Maybe. But he’s more observant than anyone I know.” You recount a day spent walking with him through the forest, where he had pointed out a bird with feathers the color of storm clouds and said, with absolute conviction, “Look at him, he’s judging us. Clearly, he’s unimpressed with our lack of feathers.” You’d laughed, and he had given you a small, playful smile.

One friend smirks, shaking their head. “You actually find him funny?”

Before you can answer, Ororon appears, emerging from the trees with his usual easygoing stride. “Are we discussing birds?” he asks, his expression calm as he settles beside you. “I could have sworn I saw a bird earlier that looked particularly snobbish. Perhaps it’s you it dislikes.”

You laugh, reaching for his hand as your friends chuckle, finally starting to understand his strange charm. “Exactly,” you say, giving his hand a squeeze.

Ororon gives a satisfied hum, his eyes meeting yours. “See? Nature understands us well.” And in that moment, your friends see how the quiet humor of this eccentric man makes him so dear to you.

Sitting on a rooftop overlooking the stars, your friends are still trying to wrap their heads around your choice. “Dainsleif? Really? What do you see in him?” one asks skeptically.

Dainsleif

You smile softly, reflecting on your experiences. “He makes me laugh.”

Your friends look puzzled. “But he’s so serious and mysterious!”

You recall a late night when you were stargazing together. He had shared tales of his travels and then abruptly said, “In the end, I find that stars are just like people. Some are bright, some are dim, and some are just… lost.” Then, after a pause, he added with a straight face, “But at least they all shine, even if it’s just for a moment.”

You had burst into laughter at his unexpected metaphor, and he’d turned to you, a hint of confusion in his eyes as he asked, “Is that amusing?”

You nod, a warm smile on your face. “Yes! It’s all about perspective with you.”

Your friends nod, starting to see the appeal. “Okay, that’s a bit poetic.”

Dainsleif, overhearing the conversation, walks over with an amused look. “If my musings provide amusement, then perhaps I should share more.”

You grin. “Please do! We could all use a little more humor.”

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Masterlist

[nirivenova]

Wish I could do this instead of going clubbing tomorrow

Studying geology << observing geology

[pseudowho]

Deliverance

Hunting down a monster, you are led to an isolated little town...and into the arms of its enigmatic priest, who harbours a dark secret.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Vampire!Priest!Nanami, monsterfucking, winged vampire, soft!Dom/pleasure!Dom Nanami, loss of faith/disillusionment, enemies to lovers/forbidden lovers, haematophilia, corruption kink

Very much inspired by Mike Flanagan's exceptional "Midnight Mass" which I highly recommend.

Soundtrack: "Take Me To Church" by Hozier, and "All Around Me" by Flyleaf

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The bridge to the mainland lived most of its saltcured life underwater. It rose, skeletal against the fog, as if the wreck of a ship from some bygone era, only twice a day, at low tide.

You were, by now, well-established into this friendly little town; a much-needed teacher to its handful of muddy-toed children. They did now know of your armory, your deadly weaponry. They did not know of your vow to hunt down the monsters that stalked the night.

And, they did not know how you suspected that the beast responsible for the deaths of at least 20 men on the mainland, may be one of their very own. 20 murders all occurring at low-tide, and only low-tide, could not be a coincidence.

They were all scum, you mused to yourself, all rapists, paedophiles and murderers...so perhaps it does have some sort of moral code. It must be here, you reasoned, fingers tapping the woody shelves of your little school cupboard in thought.

Your hunt was hampered by the timekeeping of this sleepy fishing town; often up before sunrise to take to the sea, and back before the sun broke above the horizon, it was not unusual for its residents to sleep during the day, and rise in time for the sunset. Its little church even held an evening mass, attended by plentiful nocturnal residents, after dinner.

"Hello?" A rich baritone, which was beginning to feel so intimately familiar to you, stirred an illicit want in your belly. He called your name. You could not help but run to him.

"--sorry, I'm-- I'm here! In the cupboard!" You called out, breathless in...what? Your rush to get to him? Anticipation? Something...more?

You flurried round the corner, all eager smiles, flyaway hairs and dimples. Your eyes melted so softly upon each others' forms, both sighing with relief. Neither of you knew how the other stirred within.

"Ke--...Father Nanami. What a lovely surprise. You're not usually up so early."

Nanami Kento cut an imposing figure in his cassock and white collar. He was a big man, with mountainous shoulders, and long, broad hands. You remembered the heat that pooled in your belly, the first time he had rolled up his sleeves to help you to move supplies into the schoolhouse, his forearms so alluringly thick and corded. His size belied an easy grace, and the elegant quick-step of a busy, intelligent man.

"I found myself unable to sleep," Kento admitted, his head bowed and hands clasped as he stepped to you. He seemed paler than usual, as he continued, "I was thinking abo--...just, thinking." He finished weakly. His eyes drew so fleetingly to your fast little pulse, thrumming from your throat, down your cleavage. His mouth dried, a double-edged hunger climbing down his abdomen.

"...thinking?" You offered, slowly closing the distance between you. You ached to remove it completely, your respect for his holy vows the only thing that contained you. Kento cleared his throat, running one strong finger between his neck, and corseting black and white collar.

"...wondering. If you would be attending mass. Tonight. I have miss--...you have missed the past week, I believe."

Ah. Yes. There was rarely another time when the homes of the local residents were empty enough to allow for investigation. You had only a few more to ransack, to find your monster, and you could feel yourself closing in on it. You felt a heavy rock of regret in your belly, and you clasped one of Kento's cool, pale hands in your own. His cock twitched, to feel the burn of your flesh against his, in ways so much less intimate than what he had imagined, alone at night.

"I'm so sorry...not tonight," you frowned, and you hurried to reassure Kento as he visibly deflated, "But tomorrow, I promise you. I'll come. Truly." Kento's face, so angular and strong, softened down at you with the hint of a smile.

His hand raised up for a moment, hesitating, before cupping your cheek. You felt your heart skip a beat, the tips of his little and ring fingers ghosting over your pulse point, while his thumb swiped beneath your eye.

"...chalk," Kento whispered, seeing your pupils dilate under his inherent, dangerous magnetism. He wished nothing more than to lean down and taste you, clutched against him and whimpering in the schoolhouse. You heard thunder rumble in the distance, and smelled the petrichor of an oncoming storm.

"...I can't wait," Kento whispered, stepping back from you, with just one backwards glance before sweeping out under the wind and blotting clouds.

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Your hunt had amounted to nothing. Either, your monster was meticulously careful, or your suspicions were incorrect, and it did not reside on this island. There was just one more place you had not explored, and you resigned yourself that you may be heading home sooner than you thought.

And yet, you felt a rope behind your navel, a red string around your finger, holding you here. You decided to complete your final investigation at the home of the priest, who had become the lifeblood that ran inside you, at midnight. He generally stayed late at the church, completing administration. You would be undisturbed.

Armed, rogue-like, you blended with moonlit shadows until you reached the windows outside his bedroom. You peeked through the gaps in the wooden blinds, and were met with an image of Kento, erotic and resplendent, that seared itself into your brain for the rest of your days.

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Kento didn't need sleep, ever since his God had forsaken him. Yet still, he craved that sweet embrace, to take him away from the twisted torture of what he had become. His resolve to die this way, as some fallen angel, had been unexpectedly fractured by the will to live-- fractured by you.

Kento switched the shower off, the last droplets of water running down his back. His cassock and collar were discarded, all woven lies against the skin of a faithless hypocrite. Kento wrapped a towel loosely around his waist, stepped past the empty mirror, and out into his bedroom.

His gut churned to see his empty bed. It had been weeks since he had fed. Years since he had taken a woman for the last time, before taking his vows. Weeks, since you had begun to consume him, mind, body and soul.

Kento had been losing his faith before the change. He had grown further from God, as countless monsters died beneath his teeth. But it was thoughts of you, spread, penetrated and whimpering beneath him, that took Kento beyond redemption.

Kento shuddered at the aching greed within. He lay back on his bed, hair still damp and floppy, but desperate for sleep to grip him and pull him under. His cock, rapidly thickening and tenting beneath the towel, made him curse, one broad arm flung over his eyes, while the other tried to squeeze himself into submission.

Kento squirmed with guilt, his semi-erect cock gripped in his palm. He thought of you, your fingers dipping into your needy wet cunt, the vibrator on your clit doing nothing to relieve the ache in your soul. He thought of the way you had squirmed and begged, to your god, and to him, to be granted your release. He thought of the way you had sobbed as you came, curled round yourself, your fingers desperately trying to reach the sweet spot that would make your orgasm climb all the way into your belly.

He didn't need to imagine it, Kento thought blithely, his thumb now stroking slick pre-cum under his foreskin, and over the sweet swollen head of his cock. He didn't need to imagine it, because he had seen you, through the gap in your curtains in the dead of night. Watching you, a pale angel in the rain, hunting for the forgiveness of a body he couldn't allow himself to sully.

Kento's hand had begun to masturbate himself instinctually, to the thought of you crying out for him. For him, and he could do nothing but pretend he hadn't seen you fall apart, to the dream of him inside you.

Kento groaned, low and rumbling, his hand gripping tightly around his throbbing, heavy length, longer than his thick fist could cover. Dripping with pre-cum, Kento began to fuck into his own fist to lubricate himself. He moaned in time to the memory of you, writhing and mewling against your pillow.

Kento's other arm reached round above his head, and he sunk his sharp teeth into his pillow, licking at it, imitating how he would flick his tongue against your pert little clit with a ragged moan. He pictured you above him, riding his mouth and nose as the length of his cock fucked down your throat to the tune of sweet wet gags. Kento whispered filth into the dead of night, trying to rut himself to orgasm.

"--take it-- good girl...cum down your throat-- cum in my mouth...shit...fuck you through it soon, angel-- promise, I promise--...ahhhh, shit, SHIT--"

Kento cursed, spitting venom, his balls heavy and sore, his own hand so woefully inadequate. His canines had lengthened, his mouth twisted into a teeth-baring snarl, and he gripped his cock harder. Trailing his other fingers to his mouth, sucking on his fingertips with a shiver, Kento pierced them until he could taste the hot rush of blood, imagining it was you quenching his thirst--

At the window, completely unnoticed, you gripped the windowpane, weak-kneed. Your other hand clapped over your mouth. Kento lay naked on his bed, sprawled and ethereal under strips of moonlight, masturbating with gasps and groans that you only wished you could hear.

Those hands, that you had spent night after night, wishing were inside you. That cock, thicker and longer than you had pictured...and oh. The way he rutted into his fist with such devastating ferocity, left you jealous of his hand. Your mouth watered.

What would he do, if you knocked right now? If you offered yourself to him, spread bare and pleading? Would he forsake his vows for you? Would he turn his back to God, as he stroked his cockhead to orgasm between your wet folds, singing your praises, and spattering hot, thick cum over your clit--

You were drawn back out of your head as Kento convulsed, his anguished, sloppy moan breaking through the windows, shooting through you like a knife. You gasped, delighted by Kento's twitching pleasure.

Kento hit his orgasm with the turmoiled strength of a stormfront, breaking. His final image was of you, cradling his sore cock between your legs, humping him inside you while you whispered to him and he whined into your hair and got lost in the smell of you, god, the smell of you, he could smell you now--

Kento spasmed, crying out as cum spurted in heavy stripes up his abdomen, his orgasm threaded with a tinge of horror-- fuck, he could smell you, you were here nearby, he knew the smell of that skin and that blood and that cunt--

Kento sat up with a jolt and a snarl, still gasping, the power of the hunt crashing through him. His teeth bared, animalistic, he wrenched his window up, sticking his head out into the night.

The smell of you, quickly fading, was being carried away by the wind. And Nanami Kento was losing his mind.

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You could barely compose yourself, walking into Church the next evening. The night had crept in fast; another storm churning over the water, was pulling the moon in with it. You felt overburdened with...guilt? Desire? You could not hide it, you were sure.

You could not hide it, as Kento's rich voice embraced the pews. You could not hide it, as your voice trembled its way through hymns. Kento's stern, impassive face remained unreadable, as you took communion from him. You met each others' eyes, both thinking about the same thing; his finger grazed your tongue, and gazed upon your sweet face, open-mouthed and doe-eyed, kneeling before him.

And despite all this, it was each others' company you craved more than anything more carnal. You found excuses to stay, in the church, loitering as Kento bid the crowds a warm goodbye. As the last person left, finally alone, you turned to each other. You both held your breath.

After a few moments, yours released in a twinkling laugh, and a blush, that had Kento's chest clenching in possessive adoration.

"I...have neglected you, father," you offered, brushing your hair behind your ear. Kento huffed, at first, pinching the bridge of his nose, before laughing. A genuine laugh. Deep, velvety, and rich. You were putty in his hands, and he didn't even know.

"Alas...it is the life of the clergy. Our own needs, go...unmet." Kento grimaced, a forced half-smile. His hands clasped over his lap.

You felt the tinge of bitterness at the edge of his words. You swallowed, thickly. Your fate balanced on the edge of a knife.

"Not...not all of them, surely? You could...you could join me for dinner?" You couldn't miss how Kento's eyebrows raised fractionally, his pupils dilating. Kento felt a dangerous hunger.

"I...I'm not sure-- I shouldn't--"

"Of course, you're completely right--" you flapped, taking a step back, and Kento's hunger gripped you back with jealous need.

"...I shouldn't be long here. An hour, maybe? If...if you'll allow it." Kento could feel himself twist under the need to possess you, one way or another. Judging by the smell of you, you would be wet, supple under his lips.

"Perfect," you blurted, standing up on your tiptoes for one happy moment, "perfect. I'll cook. We can...we can talk. I can't wait."

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A brisk knock. You hurried to the door, biting your lip, briefly abandoning dinner on the stove.

"Father," you cried, damning yourself for sounding so excited, "you're here...I'm glad. I was afraid you wouldn't...anyway..."

You hurried back to the stove, leaving the door open. After a moment, you looked up, seeing Kento leaning against the doorframe, looking at with with something...unreadable, in his eyes. He simply stood, drinking you in as you cooked.

"...Father? What are you waiting out there for? Come in." Blinking, chuckling to himself, Kento stepped over the threshold, closing the door behind him and gently placing a bottle of wine on the table.

"Please. Call me Kento. It seems...silly, if we're having dinner, and a night together." You felt heat blossom through you, at the accidental double-meaning behind Kento's words.

Dinner together was soft, intimate, the food and wine smoothing over an already glossy conversation. You were made malleable by the wine. You were intoxicated by him. Kento looked into you with such knowledge of you, that you were laid bare beneath his gaze.

Sat facing each other on the sofa, Kento had abandoned his white collar, the buttons of his cassock and white shirt undone to his chest. He rolled wine around his glass, his head leaning on one hand, smiling as you talked. The wine made you stupid, and you blurted out;

"Why? Why...did you join the church, Kento?" It was, in part, rhetorical. A cry of despair against the crime of Kento being made untouchable. His answer surprised you, and you found yourself shuffling closer as he talked.

"I ask myself that same question every day. Ever since..." Kento bit his tongue, thinking of the night he was turned, on a missionary trip abroad. Thinking about the day you walked into his parish, setting him aflame with unquenchable burning thirst. Kento cleared his throat, swirling his wine. He felt his primal magnetism drawing you to him like a moth to the flame, and he could not stop himself.

"...I have become...disillusioned, with the church. I am...torn," Kento admitted. Your knees were touching his now, and you leaned towards him with lovesick eyes. Kento felt the thrill of the hunt, feeling the sting of his teeth lengthening. His cock twitched as your breath passed over his cheek.

"...torn?" You felt a quiver of fear now, in the way Kento's eyes darkened, his hand slipping over to grip behind your knee, pulling you into his lap. He set aside his glass. It should have rung alarm bells. You were so drunk, but you had only had one glass of wine. Kento smelled so intoxicating. You were warm, floppy as he pulled you to straddle his lap, cupping your face with both hands.

"...torn," he whispered, his nose brushing yours. Kento's hunger overtook his panic for you, a victim to himself. Kento whispered against your lips, watching your eyes flutter closed, your head heavy and lilting to the side, exposing the pretty thrum of your throat to him.

"...torn," he continued, gliding his tongue up the pulse in your neck, feeling his cock jump against your clothed pussy, "...all because of you...if God has forsaken me, I hope he never wants me back. If only you would let me worship you, instead."

Kento's lips hovered over yours, barely quelling his urgent need to feed on you, until you whimpered his name. Kento snapped, and pulled you in by the back of the neck, crashing his lips to yours with the ragged groan of a starving man.

Your head swam with Kento, clutching his open collar and falling against him, allowing him to devour your mouth with bliss. You murmured against his lips, sloppy and licking, tasting the sweet allure of him, and his grip on the back of your neck grew crushing, his weight now bearing over you to press you back into the sofa, a sharp sting on your lip--

"Ow! I...ugh, sorry...I'm bleeding--"

As you moved to sit up, shocked back out of your reverie, Kento had pushed himself back to the other side of your sofa. One hand had clasped over his mouth. He trembled, and shook, white-knuckles clasping the sofa. You heard a sharp gasp, as if Kento was in pain.

With blood on your lip, you reached for him-- and stopped. Your eyes fixed on the switched-off television opposite you both. You stood, slowly, moving towards the hallway, and your bag, trying to control your terrified little heart.

"I'll just...get a cloth, for my li--"

As you pulled a blade from your bag, standing up to spin around, you were thrown back to the wall, your head cushioned by Kento's hand. You cried out, feeling him bracket you against the wall, his cassock now abandoned, his form seeming to grow and swell before you. Kento's face pressed to your neck, and you felt the hot throb of his growing cock against your belly.

You stood this way, both panting into each other, your knife pressed over Kento's heart, and his teeth pressed to your throat. Your heart broke, fragile beneath Kento's twisting form, and hungry mouth. You hiccuped, your hand and resolve faltering.

"...I never wanted...I wish it wasn't...why did it have to be you?" You sobbed, your arm starting to lower. Kento growled against you, already two feet taller, his enormous chest trapping you in against the wall. You felt the lights blotting out around you, as vast, black, velvety wings unfurled from Kento's back.

"...always...you always knew...just couldn't accept--" Kento gasped, his tongue darting out against your neck, ridged and trembling. His chest burst with pain to feel you sob beneath him.

"I can't do it," you cried, your knife hand lowering again, "just take what you want, because I can't-- I love you-- I'm not strong enough." Kento's teeth gritted, his face crumpling against the soft copper scent of your skin. His enormous hand gripped yours, raising the knife to press to his chest. You gasped and cried out, resisting his pull; a bead of blood sprung up around the tip, pressed to Kento's chest.

"From the moment you arrived," Kento growled, his teeth pressing gently over your pulse point, starving and needy, "...my life...everything I am, has been yours to take. I would know you, blind and deaf...and I would be honoured, for you to take my life as penance for my sins."

You gritted your teeth, completely releasing your grip on the blade. It clattered to the floor. You reached up to trail hands up Kento's enormous, powerful shoulders. Your fingertips grazed the soft base of his wings, and Kento shivered, shuddering into you. He felt a dribble of pre-cum soak his stretched, ripping boxers.

"Then I condemn you to live, Kento," you whispered, pulling his face up to yours. His pupils were dilated, bursting with lust, inky black in pools of crimson, "...and take me. However you want me."

Kento snarled at you again, pressing himself to you, pinning your arms above your head with one thick hand; "You have no idea what you're asking for," he hissed, "I will eat you alive." He felt you tremble, seeing the golden resolve in your eyes. You leaned forwards to his mouth, begging.

"Then eat me...or fuck me, like you fucked your hand to me."

Kento cursed, snapping, lifting you against him. You wrapped your legs around his hips, feeling Kento reach down to shred the clothes off himself, completely absorbed by the need to possess you, to love you.

Flung backwards onto the bed, you gasped at Kento's monstrous form. Eight feet tall, broad and exquisite, his great black wings folded and unfolded against his back. His aching cock dripped with pre-cum, so much bigger than when you had seen him cum into his own hand. His face, still undeniably Kento, stared into you, owning you. Heat pooled between your legs, as he grasped his cock in one great hand, groaning and shuddering.

You crept forwards, still drunk on him, and his nephilim glory. Kento's hand stuttered around his cock as you licked the tip.

"--fuck-- too big for you-- you can't--" Kento uttered a strangled moan, to feel your hot little mouth engulf his cockhead, your lips stretched wide, gulping him to the back of your throat, all hot little licks and sucks. Every fibre of his being needed to buck forwards into your mouth, and you felt two great hands tangle in your hair.

When your hands joined your mouth, stroking down his aching length, masturbating the parts of his cock your mouth could not reach, Kento rutted involuntarily. Moaning, begging and whining your name, his voice ran deep and ragged around his sharp canines.

"--darling, I-- shit I-- so good...so good for me...taking me s--so well, haaaaah...not-- can't last-- like this--"

You hummed around his cock, swallowing down a trickle of salty pre-cum, feeling the gentle pressure of his fingertips against your head. So aware of his size and strength, Kento handled you like a china doll, with the utmost love and affection. Kento moaned with abandon, his head thrown back, his great wings furling and unfurling with divine pleasure.

Swallowing around Kento's thick tip at the back of your throat, you felt his cock leaping in warning. Kento tried half-heartedly to pull you off him, whimpering and moaning with fractured cries of your name;

"--can't swallow-- s'too much-- ohhh fuck, my love-- c-cumming, I'm cumming-- fffuuuck yes, swallow-- all of it--"

You squeaked as his cock jolted and twitched in your mouth, Kento's balls clenched tight as he hunched around your mouth, pressing your head to him. Your mouth and throat flooded with Kento's bitter seed, cooler than that of a normal man, and you swallowed him down with pride. Kento's groans and breaths ran ragged, as you licked him clean.

Kento panted, glossy-eyed as he came down from his high, his cock still half-hard against his thigh. Crowding your body against the bed with his, his fingertips grazed the dress you wore, before ripping it from you with a bared-teeth growl. You felt your bra snapped in the middle, as if it were paper. Your breasts heaved, nipples peaked under Kento's ravenous attention.

Poking his tongue out to tease it over one hard nipple, you felt your clit throb to feel the otherworldly ridges and grooves running along his tongue's sides and tip. Whining as he sucked your pebbled nipple into his mouth, you shuddered to feel Kento's sharp teeth graze your sensitive peak. He savoured you, lathering your nipple against his tongue, until you felt you could cum from that alone.

His other hand rose to engulf your second breast, your nipple rolled so tenderly between two great fingers. You felt a trickle of arousal soak your underwear. Kento could smell it, and pressed his hand to your lower belly, feeling vaguely for the telltale swell of ovulation.

"...made a mistake, angel...letting me take you like this-- nothing of you left, by the time I'm done with you--mine-- all mine-- fuck--"

Trailing kisses down your belly, sniffing you and eager to fill you with his smell, his body thrummed for you. Kento threw your legs over his shoulders, ripping the sides of your underwear and tossing the scraps aside.

His eyes fixed on your pussy, slick and clenching. Kento shuddered, feeling his cock beginning to bound to life again. It flopped, heavy and twitching against his thigh, filling again in preparation to fill you. Kento felt a vague desire to ensnare you, trapping you inside his drunken intoxication, to fill you, and fill you, and fill you, until your belly swelled, oozing his thick, white seed.

"...Kento...please..." Your sweet begging pulled Kento out of himself. Despite his monstrous form, his face softened, his eyes fixed to yours as his tongue, long and ridged, stretched out of his mouth. You saw stars as it lathed insistently from side to side, spreading your folds, stroking back and forth over your aching, pearly clit.

Kento mumbled into your pussy, tasting you, his long tongue fucking into your cunt while his nose nuzzled your clit. Mewling, your hands flew down to sink into Kento's hair, and you felt your hands grasped and pinned against your belly. Kento knew, with a faint pang, that if your fingernails scratched against his sensitive scalp, he would surely spill his seed all over your floor.

Kento draped his other forearm over your belly and hips, pinning you down as you twisted beneath his attention. He lapped, sucked, and nipped at you with the softest bites to your clit, his tongue fucking in and out of you with inhuman dexterity.

You bucked your hips down the bed, eager to feel his tongue sink into your deepest parts, and Kento obliged with a wet moan. You felt his tongue lathe against your spongy spot, pinned down as he devoured you.

"--just there...harder please, please-- god I need your cock in me, please-- fuck me please-- please--"

You begged and pleaded your way to orgasm, your arousal seeping out around Kento's tongue as you came with a jolt and a cry, your thighs clamping around Kento's head, feet tickling against his sensitive wings. Kento continued to fuck his tongue in and out of you, lathering you with his spit, tasting your arousal, desperate to taste more of you.

You reached down, trying to pull Kento up your body. He almost laughed at your casual management of a true to life vampire, about to fuck you into the mattress. Kento allowed it, settling above you, his pupils narrowing at the insistent beat of your throat. Suddenly, and with a strangled growl, Kento knocked your head aside, his teeth grazing at your throat, and his monstrous cock throbbing at your entrance.

You trembled beneath him, heaving and gasping from your high. All of your resolve left you, beneath his tongue, and you uttered words you knew to be true;

"...I trust you, Kento."

Kento pressed into you, with teeth and cock and a husky moan. You felt a sharp pierce at your neck, his teeth just deep enough to feel the hot splash of your blood against his tongue. Kento almost finished then and there, his seed threatening to spatter into your folds and entrance, instead of in your belly, as he had promised himself. Kento drank you, his mouth clamped around your neck, one great hand cupping your head to the side while the other gripped your hip.

With a squeak and a protracted, broken moan of his name, you felt Kento's cock stretch through your wet velvety walls. You squirmed, trying to climb up the bed, feeling Kento growl around your throat and yank you back down.

Kento was enormous, by far the biggest cock you had ever taken, splitting you with a dull sting. Your fluttering hole soothed as Kento began to rut his length into you. His red, leaking tip bullied your cervix, bumping it up against your womb, with inches of him still outside of you.

You uttered strangled little moans, completely pinned beneath his hulking form, feeling him rut as much of his cock inside you as he could fit. With a shiver, Kento denied himself of any more blood at your throat. His tongue stroked your wounds, clotting the blood there, as he fucked gently into you.

Kento's wings caged you both in, and he stared down at where his cock tried to stretch your pussy out with dopey, lovesick eyes. A trickle of your blood ran down from the corner of his mouth, and he was struck with a sudden burst of pride for you. Kneeling back, Kento pushed your knees up to your chest, crushing over you in a mating press.

You writhed, as Kento managed to sink more of his cock into you, groaning which each stroke he watched enter and pull out of you. Your slick formed a translucent white ring most of the way down his cock length. Kento was eager to see it drip down his balls. He gasped down at your prone, fucked-out form, and gently began to press and roll the fatty flesh around your clit, making you buck up into him with pathetic little mewls.

"--fit it in--fit all of me in...if you cum again-- fuck you through it, baby...fuck you through it...fuck you through it..."

Kento repeated this like a mantra, every gradually strengthening thrust into you taking him deeper, your pussy stretched to its limits around his terrifying girth and length. Leaning over where you joined, Kento spat a smooth mouthful of spit, stroking it around his base, lubricating you both, before upping his pace and intensity again.

You cried out, head thrown back as you arched, feeling Kento so deeply that you clasped your belly. Kento planted one hand over yours, his fucks growing gradually more feral as he bared his teeth, determined to finally take what was his, after so many years of miserable self-denial.

"--mine make you mine make you mine--leave it behind...leave it all...for you...shit-- so tight, just--milk it out-- all my cum-- all yours, I swear..."

As you came, your pussy clenching and spasming, Kento finally bottomed out. His head flung back with a cry of success, slamming into you with abandon as he chased his high, desperate to see you filled with his cum. Cursing, and spitting, teeth bared and blacking out the room around you with his wings, Kento came with a roar, and you felt your pussy and belly flooded by him.

His cock jerked long, protracted twitches inside you, spurting thick bursts of cum, with nowhere to go but up, plugged by his enormous girth. You were pliable and dazed, taking it with the sweet relief of his love for you, his seed soothing your swollen inner walls like a balm.

Kento faltered above you, staggered and dazed. Keeping his cock stuffed inside you, manoeuvring himself onto his side, he swept one great wing beneath you, and one above you. You felt yourself cocooned, sleepy and full, reaching into hand up to tangle into Kento's hair. He pressed a lazy kiss to your palm.

"...you're a...terrible vampire hunter..." Kento slurred, fading out into soft snores, just seconds later.

He's not wrong, you reasoned to yourself, wondering and drifting to sleep in his arms and wings, maybe he'll help me.

[a-hermit-pining]

LaDS Men with a Monster Reader

AN: Guess who was in bed and got up to write this? This dumbass. But seriously love the idea. Why become a monsterfucker when you can make them the ones to do it? POV me, coming up with my own myths because I can't afford LaDS 😭

Pairing: LaDS boys x gn monster reader

Ingredients: 65% angst, 25% tension, 10% comfort ig

My Fav: Zayne and Sylus. No questions asked.

Summary: Of all the births and rebirths, this one was unlike the others. There was no gentle calling from beyond, no familiar warmth pulling you into form, only a hiss, sharp and ancient, splitting the stillness. The air was thick with the scent of pine and dew, alive with the pulse of something older than memory. Gleaming golden eyes locked onto theirs, not with recognition, but with chaos barely contained.

Xavier:

He had been fighting, running his sword through wanderers in an unnamed ancient forest, a dance he had grown used to in your absence. He would rather rid himself of them waiting for you. Save all his time for another lifetime with you.

That is, until his sword quivered, striking a rock. A giant rock. He looked up. Staring back at the rock. And it stared back.

Golden eyes, narrowed in rage. A hunched form. A shattering growl.

Yet, his heart thrummed in recognition. Even in this form, he came to know you, at very first sight.

Not quite a wanderer. No, you were different. A form made of the very core of life. Antlers of obsidian, lithe limbs, and fangs glaring at him from your pulled-back lips.

His blade slipped from his fingers, useless now, as your snarl triggered a memory, firelight in a cottage, your laughter. Lifetimes ago. Still you

Xavier stepped back, his hands raised. His eyes lit up. "I mean no harm," he whispered, unwilling to scare you. To spare you from the blooming joy that threatened to unravel him, at your sight.

Rafayel:

Tales of your presence preceded your meeting with him.

A sea serpent, some whispered, while others babbled of a vicious hydra.

He had not expected to find himself in your lair.

The world had not given him any sign of your presence, not until he stood in your empty nest, which held a single scale. His scale. Carefully kept in the safest of your havens.

He knelt down, picking it up, feeling his skin greet a lost part of itself, itching to be reunited. But stronger was the pull to seek you.

Reaching into the ancient parts of himself, Rafayel summoned the power of the Sea God, to seek your whereabouts, to wrestle the sea itself before another got to you.

That is when he hears it, a distant yelp, a confused half-form thought in the tongue of the sea. The sight of a human vessel from your eyes. He feels the faraway sear of fire, and then, rage.

Unrelenting wrath of an invaded home. The complaint of seas themselves in your roar.

Snapping awake, Rafayel rushed. His thoughts half-formed, his emotions riled by yours. His powers rose up to meet you, barely held back by him. He had to resist it. Bring you back to safety. Revenge could wait.

Zayne:

He heard the tinkling laughter in the air surrounding him first. The tenth day of his trek. In the solace of mountains that had pulled him closer since childhood. That took away the memory of lost lifetimes.

Surrounded by bare snowland, his eyes fell upon you. His breath lost to the altitude, and what stood in front of him.

The very form of seduction itself, draped over the tundra, bare. Your eyes lazily traced over him, your lips red and pulled back in a lazy smile. Your eyes, drooped, yet so vibrant.

And nine tails, spread around you, tracing your own curves, making Zayne's eyes follow their every move.

"Come, traveler," you beckon him with your hand. "Let me allow you some warmth." A mischievous glint lit your gaze as it traveled to his backpack.

And Zayne, without resistance, walked. Kneeling in front of you, no better than a reverent worshipper. Had his heart already felt you? Had the mountains held you for him?

Your ice-cold hand traveled up his arm. "Mmm… a mark of Astra," you whispered contemplatively as you assessed him. "How very fun," you grinned, rising him to kiss his lips.

Sylus:

Waking up with horns had to be a sign. He had tried denying it. It was too early. Too soon after your last death. Trapped in the tomb of your last remaining memories, Sylus had been grieving when he felt scales climb up his neck.

He had forgotten that past long ago, of the doomed lifetime of a dragon. Why not? Was the grief to drive him mad?

He sipped the bitter amber in his glass, his fingers moving over a framed photo of you and him.

In the unlit room, he fell asleep in your closet once again.

Dreams of the cave, of treasure, plagued his mind. And then of you. No... it was not... but, "come to me," it hissed. "Come to me," it repeated.

His hands hovered over a scaled back, so familiar. His fingers ran over the hardened skin, as he felt it shiver and settle closer to him. Mate, the word flashed in his mind. Not his thought. No... it was your voice. In his mind.

The word echoed, not in his ears, but through his bones. His spine arched. Horns pulsed. His dragon soul, long buried, stirred awake. He did not know how long it would last. He had to memorize it, until you returned.

"Sylus," it called, full of longing, of knowledge of past, present, and future. "Come to me." A breath ghosted over his neck. "Wake up. Seek me," it admonished in exasperation, nipping at his ear with surprising gentleness.

Just when he dared to look up, Sylus awoke, stumbling and falling out of the closet, his horns slamming against the floor painfully.

A distant snort echoed in his mind.

Caleb:

He sat with his back next to your enclosure. His eyes alert, fixed on the door. There was no other way.

He could not guard you better anywhere but here.

His mind alert to every noise. He would not allow it. Clutched in his palm was a card. A simple admin card with tons of permissions. Tonight, after the meds, he would escape with you. No matter what. His other hand clutched at the syringe hidden in his pocket.

Away from all who held you for your heart. All who made you into this.

Howling, cowering creature of agony and misery.

He could hear the pained gasps of your breath. The latest modification had been worse than any.

Somehow, making the very act of breathing a challenge.

No amount of comfort had worked. No breathing exercise offered you relief.

Alone with him, he could hear your whimpers. Slow, hidden tears of a creature of the lab.

His own eyes full, his head resting against the glass.

This was a punishment. For the past week, where you had, in pain, lunged at one of the scientists. It had not lessened since then.

Days of pain. And nights of pained moans. They did not allow you mercy of death, to escape the form of a monster they bestowed upon you with force. Kept you teetering on the edge, to watch the madness give way to resignation.

To watch life die in the eyes of the one who could not die. It was sick pleasure.

But no more. He had found you. Becoming a guard, one of them, he came to you. "We will leave soon, and pain will go away. I will take away the pain," he turned to look at you. "And I vow to return it to them a thousandfold."

He rested his forehead against the glass, imagining your laugh again. Not this rasping, hunted thing. But of the one who you were, before the needles, before the pain.