thequeenofcurses

[thequeenofcurses]

hi queen hbd, may it be filled with joy 🩷 ur writing is amazing can i have one of sylus but innocent (reader is still a virgin) + size difference and sylus is just so soft and taking care of everything the entire time pretty please with a cherry on top 🍒

♕༉‧₊˚꧁ THE PURE, SWEET, MA1DEN PR1NCESS!! ꧂˚ ₊ ‧ ༉♕

⋆I mustn’t love you, for a princess and a knight are not meant to be together! Heavens above though, I truly do love you, my dear knight⋆

ཐི⋆♕₊˚ཋྀ — SYNOPSIS A true, pure, maiden princess should be loyal to her soon-to-be husband, she should be glad that her considerate father has arranged a marriage for her. Yet you, you refuse to grateful, instead, you stare lovingly at your knight ♕(๑'ᵕ'๑)⸝*

ཐི⋆♕₊˚ཋྀ — GENRE smut, smidge of angst, smidge of fluff, porn with plot, smidge of hurt/comfort

ཐི⋆♕₊˚ཋྀ — PAIRING Knight! Sylus x Princess! reader (has chubby reader in mind, anyone can read tho!) ཐི⋆♕₊˚ཋྀ — SONG love story - Indila ཐི⋆♕₊˚ཋྀ — WORD COUNT 13.7k (I promise, most of it is smut) 

ཐི⋆♕₊˚ཋྀ — WARNING fem!reader, explicit content, pwp, possible grammar errors, not proof read lol, NO spoilers, mentions of death, arranged marriage, regency/royal au, forbidden relationship/love, mention of death, hints sexist remarks, fat shaming (not from character), slow burn, pet names, marking, a bit oc Sylus to fit the vibe, dry humping, breast play, oral (fem), cunnilingus, fingering, cum drinking, unprotected sex (wrap it for ya tap it), breeding, praise kink

「 ✦ A/N ✦ 」 THANK YOU SO MUCH, I’m happy you enjoy the fics٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ I hope you enjoyed this cause this took so long oml ew(╥﹏╥)Anywhores, I started fixating on fucking date everything, especially the hanks(ᵕ—ᴗ—)‘N ALSO, CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHY SYLUS HASN'T CAME HOME YET??

Life was nothing but an endless nightmare, replaying over and over, driving you absolutely mad. Waking up at 7 o’clock sharp, never a minute later or before. The maids would bang and knock at your door, forcing you to finally leave the comfort of your bed. They’d drown you in makeup, style your hair with no worry if you were in pain, they’d put heavy jewelry on you, put a silly frilly dress onto your body.

Today is no different, the same routine continues. Royalty can seem as a blessing, but for others, it is a curse. Well, for you at least.

It’s quite hard to stay still and relaxed when you're surrounded by maids who tug, pluck, yank, and pull at your poor hair. You wouldn’t be astounded or shocked if you were missing a few strands here and here from how careless they are with your hair. Even with all the pained whines, grunts, and huffs you let out they still are indifferent and unsympathetic towards your pain. 

With a honeyed voice, they swore they’ll change you into a refined woman, a woman who fits the role as a princess. They enchanted your natural beauty with layers and layers of makeup, until you were unrecognizable, stunning and gorgeous. Once they're finished with you, you’ll look like the perfect princess everyone imagines, sweet, innocent, kind, and pure, untouched by the filthy hands of sin like greed, pride, envy, or lust.

You will be perfect compared to the woman you are now: a woman who clearly hasn’t gotten enough sleep during the long nights, staying up countless nights, gazing at the star-filled sky in awe, wishing she’d be able to touch the shining stars, a woman who is constantly stressed with her upcoming arranged marriage. A woman who wants nothing more than to escape from the pure gold, and strong shackles of royalty. You wish to feel the sweet embrace of freedom, escape from your replaying nightmare. 

Every night, you have the perfect chance to leave everything behind, however, you chose not to leave. Why is that? You have every right to leave, and yet you don’t!

It was all because of Sylus, your only true friend, a trustworthy knight who has stuck by your side no matter time, year, weather, or condition. How many nights has he been in your enclosed room? 

How many nights have you spent wrapped in Sylus’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably, barely able to breath for your sniffles interrupts you, while he gently caresses your back with calloused and scarred hands? Your tears stain the cotton fabric of his shirt, his armor and sword discarded by the door. He was there for you during your most vulnerable moments, in a husky voice he would whisper that he would be there for you all of eternity, any hardships you faced he would be by your side.

It couldn’t possibly be your fault at all, you were doomed to fall in love with him. Your heart aches and throbs around Sylus, however, you mustn’t love him. You parents would never approve, scolding you for being so disloyal towards your soon-to-be husband. 

A maiden princess and a battle-worn knight shall never experience the blessing of love, it wasn’t meant to be. 

“Hhmp. .” You huff dramatically, silently judging how the maids made you look.

You soundlessly stare blankly at the large mirror in front of you, not a smidge on the mirror, there is a permanent nasty scowl on your face. An unamused expression makes its way onto your features, disappearing for a split second to glare at any of the maids who dare to make eye contact with you through the mirror. 

“And how much longer will this take?” You ask impatiently. 

“I don’t recall there being anything special today, well, not to my knowledge” you say boredly, blowing a strand of hair from your cheek, failing miserably as it falls back onto your skin, tickling you. 

“Hmm? Has the king not informed you that your husband shall be sojourning here?” One of the maids asks curiously, brushing away the strand of hair from your cheeks.

“Ah, it seems you made a blunder. Surely you meant to say my soon-to-be husband? Must I remind you that we are not official yet?” You snap at her without hesitation, correctly her little error.

“And no, I wasn’t informed that. . he shall be visiting” you sigh in frustration, your brows knitting downwards in frustration. 

“M’lady, please! See this more positively! Once you and your consort are wedded, you shall rule over this kingdom” she tries to reason, though it seemed as if she was trying to make a conversation with a metal wall.

A light shade of pigment of blush is dusted onto your squishy cheeks, soft pink lipstick coated on your plump lips, eyes adorn with mascara and eyeshadow, eyelashes curled up perfectly, you felt like a toy doll that the young screamed and begged for their mothers to purchase. You felt odd, you weren’t yourself. But in the eyes of another, you were the perfect princess. 

“My, my, your highness!” another maid joins in, you can see that cheeky grin on her face through the mirror.

“You look absolutely captivating, alluring, and quite provocative!” She exclaims proudly, spewing out absolute nonsense. 

Hearing her words makes you grimace, you try your best not to gag in disgust and hide your obvious sickened expression. What could possibly possess her to say such a word in front of you? You feel nauseous and repulsed, could she not have called you provocative to some else or, a better option, kept her words to herself?

“The. . compliment. . is much appreciated,” you grimace, an obvious fake forced smile on your face, taking a brief pause after each word. 

“Why of course, m’lady! It is no surprise that such a princess as yourself shall be married soon!” She hums, surely she didn’t think you meant it, then again, she is oblivious to the nasty statements you spew towards her.

“Although, that scowl on your face is far from inviting. . I almost feel bad for your husband. .” She mumbles under her breath, earning a soft giggle from the woman beside her.

“He is quite the man, wealthy-“ another adds, her voice makes you want to claw off your ears.

“-and utterly handsome, has quite the charm!” another one perks up, you can hear the digesting lust and desire in her tone.

“I’m positive he knows how to use his body!” she practically drools at the thought, like an untamed mutt.

“It’s a wonder why he chose you instead of me. .” she murmurs under his breath, earning quiet agreement from the last 2 maids who were thirsting over your soon-to-be husband.

It’s not like you felt any attraction toward that spoiled, snobby prince, if they’d like to be his personal prostitute, then so be it. As long as you don't have to attend your arranged marriage in a hideous white dress. However, you’d love to snatch that cheeky smile from their face, maybe, you’d finally be able to sew their chattery mouths shut. 

Although, you’d prefer not to endure another long monologue from your father, lecturing you about the way you behave, how un-ladylike it is. The thought of your father has you rolling your eyes, abruptly becoming quiet. 

You think of your mother, kind and gentle to everyone around her, however, she’d watch silently with a sad face as your father berates you.

Unconsciously, you grow out their annoying, squeaky, and high pitched giggles and laughs.

“Your highness! Please, we were only making a joke!” The first maid says, some nodding their heads. 

“In all seriousness, m’lady, you must learn to smile more! That scowl on your face will surely scare your husband away” she informs in a soft and gentle voice, she goes silent when she notices the sudden change in your aura. 

From irritation and exhaustion to an intense and extreme feeling of furry and aggression from you. A brutal, rough, merciless yank of your hair has you loudly hissing out in pain. You bite down onto your bottom lip, too hard, the metallic flavor of your blood melting onto your tongue. 

Your brows furrow in rage and anger, your nails sinking into your palm. This happens too often, the amount of times you’ve grunt in pain from how ridiculously abusive they can be with your hair. You click your tongue, glaring at the mirror, noticing the dribbles of blood trickling down from your scarred lip.

“Ugh-! Do you mind? There is no reason for you to tug so-!” You snap, your voice loud and defeating.

It can be heard, that obvious anger, lividness, and venom in your voice. It’s all the same routine over and over, you would snap, then the room would awkwardly silent. In fact, it’s so silent, you can hear the maids gulp nervously, another clearing her throat quietly. 

You don’t utter another word, foreshadowing, you know your next words might be a gruesome threat towards their lives. Instead, you breathe in quietly, letting out a loud sigh of frustration. With your finger, you brush off the maroon colored blood off your lips, smearing it onto your finger. 

“- so aggressively. If you please, my hair is quite sensitive” you grit out, putting on that sweet and gentle voice that you’ve rehearsed over and over. 

You purse your lips together, creating a thin line. How many times must you tell them to be more gentle and careful with your hair? And yet, they always seem to brush your words away. 

“I’m quite sure my father wouldn’t be too pleased to see his daughter missing a few strands of hair because the maids were yanking and tugging too hard. .” You say, putting a terrifying perspective of what your father would do to them if he did find out. 

You father isn’t the kindest king out there, if it isn’t obvious enough from how he treats his own daughter, you. In fact, he doesn’t deserve the title as the king, or as a father. He treats everyone below him like they are nothing but a worthless creature, including your mother, his own wife.

Your voice is low and quiet, your words are only meant to be heard by just you and the maids. Whilst your words seem innocent and sincere for their wellbeing, the maids aren’t that stupid and oblivious to the tone in your voice. That almost hidden tone in your voice, threatening, hostile, it’s clear to them that you wouldn’t hesitate, not even for a second, to snitch to your father about their mannerism and snide remarks.

Their only job could be gone with just a snap of your fingers, or, a ring of a bell. One of the younger maids pathetically whines quietly, you could see her shiver through the mirror. You cherished her reactions, from the intimidated and nervous expression she held on her face to the way she shuddered and convulsed violently from fear, she was terrified of you.

Oh, how cruel of a princess you are! How could you treat such poor, famished, generous, innocent women so harshly? Why, you know that they need the money more than anything, so why do you threaten them by putting their job on the line?

You don’t deserve the grand title as a princess, nor the title as a future queen! You are much fitter as entertainment, have your head cut off in front of the deranged people of the kingdom. Thus, you must ask, why should you treat these maids with respect when they speak so illy of you behind your back? 

What happened to proper etiquette that a maid must display? Respect? Or even loyalty.

They possess none of that, not even a hint of loyalty, proper etiquette, or respect lies in them. They don’t deserve your appreciation and recognition. You’ve learned that they weren’t your friends, they’ll keep this fake facade forever, it’s the only thing that will give them something they desire, money is what satisfies their greed. 

Considering that you are the daughter of the king, you are wealthy yourself. Though, it’s your father who owns plenty of money compared to you, bright gold, sparkling, glistening in the sun. He is their target, the best way to get to your father’s heart is treating his prized possession, you, so well that he has no choice but to reward them.

“Your highness. .” one maid bravely speaks up, her voice is quiet, shaky, honeyed, and soft. 

“We wouldn’t dare to inflict such harm towards you! We wouldn’t dare to sabotage the beauty you possess, the beauty we could only dream about having!” She tries to reassure you, the other women quickly nodding their heads in agreement. 

“R- right! We are your friends after all” she giggles nervously, her voice is shaky and nervous, you astounded she even mustered up the courage to even say a word.

Friends? How peculiar, you don’t recall considering them as friends. Only Sylus, your knight. 

Speaking of which, where is he? You glance at the ticking clock on the wall, at this time, he should be patrolling the door of your room by this time, yet you never heard a single sound from outside the room. Where is Sylus, you’re staring to-

“You must hold still, your highness. You must cease the undesirable squirming and jerking you do, it’s quite difficult to work on your hair when you do such wriggling” the brave maids points out, you can’t help the way you roll your eyes. 

Your brow arches up, it’s quite entertaining to hear them stumble around for an excuse. How fascinating 

and peculiar, truly! Instead of taking responsibility for pulling out your hair, they try to shift the blame on you.

“She must be daydreaming about that knight, though, I can’t blame her. .” another maid whispers to her friend.

You hum softly, anger and jealousy bubbling and brewing in you. You're not jealous, why would you be jealous of these maids thirsting over your knight? You could care less of them drooling over Sylus!

Such lies you think to yourself, trying to make yourself feel better, to no avail. You fucking envious, he’s your knight, not theirs, Sylus is all yours. You stay silent as ever, keeping your venomous words to yourself. 

“Wriggling around like a worm is not lady-like, you mustn’t act so childish!” Another maid chirps.

“You must act like a proper woman, beautiful, confident, quiet, and submissive! The men love a woman with such traits. .” She informs, giggling to herself after her last sentence like a little child.

Her voice is annoying, squeaking, and loud. She reminds you of a dying mouse, high pitched squeaks even at its last moment. Luckily for her, she won’t be facing her demise, at least not by your hands. 

“Thus, the ways you behave. .” She continues quietly.

“wouldn’t attract a high status man. . not with how-“ she murmurs.

“-feisty you are, your father wouldn’t approve of your attitude and manners” another maid finished for her, gulping loudly. 

“Hmm. .” You breathe out, staring at yourself in the mirror, a bored yet bitter expression on your face.

The many hands in your hair finally retract, they have styled your hair in such a ridiculous way, it’s embarrassing. 

“You’re quite right! This unnecessary act of mine is improper, I must do better” you say with fake enthusiasm, your voice is too cheerful and happy.  

You don’t feel like yourself. Surely, this isn’t your voice. The maids exchange glances silently, adding brief touch-ups to your hair. 

Two of the maids place expensive earrings on you, another wrapping a gorgeous necklace around your neck. This isn’t you, you're being forced into something you’d never pick reluctantly.

The maids back away from you, judging the sight of you. You're wearing a ridiculously large frilly dress that fits your figure almost too perfectly, you can practically trace each curve and dip of your body. The corset you're wearing pushes your breasts up, the swell of your boobs spilling from the top of your bra, your chest and collarbone exposed to the cool air. 

“Your highness, you look absolutely elegant and beautiful!” One maid says eagerly, she seems a bit too excited, seemed like she was excited to finally depart from your side. 

“However, with that amount of weight. . I beg to differ” one whispers not so quietly into another maid’s ears. 

You frown, glancing over your shoulder to glare at the woman. Instead of glaring at them through the mirror, you turn around to face them. 

“Care to utter that just a tad bit loud for me?” You ask in a loud voice, glaring at them. 

“Allow me to remind you, with just a ring of a bell, you could lose your job and possibly your head. .” You hiss, a nasty glare plastered onto your face. 

“Kindly remember to keep your- filthy mouth shut around me” you scowl, waving them off with your hand. 

“Now, you are excused” you order in a commanding tone, leaving no room for questions.

The soft clicking and clunking of the maids shoes as they walk towards the door, you send a glare towards any of the maids who curiously glance back to you. It was almost comical how a brief regretful expression forms on their face, they quickly look back forwards. The room abruptly becomes oddly quiet without the maids whispering, it was peaceful.

You love it. However, your sweet, tranquil moment soon comes to an end. The clock rings loudly, another hour strikes. It’s almost time to meet your soon-to-be husband, nervous and anxious can’t even begin to describe how you feel. 

You slam the door of your room without hesitation, a deafening bang following soon after. Without a doubt, the loud slam can be heard throughout the empty hallways, echoing through the endless corridor. You could care less if someone was to hear the noisy slam.

You press your body firmly against the door, you tremble and quiver, shakily sliding onto the ground. Your breath is heavy, labored, rapid, taking shallow breaths. The lack of air makes you feel sick, lightheaded, and dizzy. 

A mixture of frustration and anger fills you, however, the intense feeling of betrayal was much stronger, it was overwhelming. Your eyes water slightly, eyes glossy from fat tears that form. A quiet sniffle can be heard in the almost silent room, following a shaky gasp for air. 

You gulp, uselessly wiping at your eyes, the salty tears wet your hand. It’s futile, more tears prickle in your eyes. They fall from your glassy eyes, trickling down the curve of your cheek.

You exhale in frustration, a sob escaping you. You lift your hands to your face, roughing wiping away the tears from your eyes using the palm of your hand. You let out a broken gasp for air, you try to hurt your emotions back into the depth where they emerged, gulping. 

You feel gross and disgusting, this night was the worst, absolutely the worst. The prince, he was quite worse than you initially thought. The looks he’d send you across the room, those lustful and sinful eyes, the uncomfortable erotic words he’d whisper into your ears, how close he was to you, the way his touch would linger on your hip, back, and shoulder. 

You hate it. You hated him. Everything about him made you feel nauseous and sick.

Your father only watched from a distance, a proud smile on his face. He was too ignorant to comprehend how uncomfortable you were around the prince, all that he could think was that his daughter would finally be wedded. You tremble uncontrollably, eyes blurred from your thick tears.

Is this what it felt like to be lusted over? Is truly the love your father wanted for you? Your head hurts, it hurts to attempt to distinguish the difference between lust and love, the line is thin.

However, what you felt when Sylus was around did not feel like lust. Your feelings towards him weren’t just an attraction for his looks, it was stronger. This only made you sob harder, he couldn’t be yours, a princess should never love her knight.

You take a deep breath, remember, it’s not lady-like to cry over such pointless things. A man, possibly a husband, wouldn’t want such an emotional and immature woman to be his. You shakily lift yourself from the ground, almost silent pants and huffs leave you.  

Once again, you use the palm of your hands to dab the tears away from your cheek. With a soft sigh, you glance towards the window, it was securely shut and locked, the same as always. You remember oh too well of your parent’s words, they forbidden you to step a foot outside the castle with permission and the surveillance of a guard. 

They locked you away from the sinful gaze of the kingdom’s people, kept you safe away from corruption. You rarely were able to visit the breathtaking garden, any of the guards would instantly nod their head no when you’d beg and plead to sneakily swing by the garden. However, Sylus, he couldn’t refuse your sweet eyes, he would take you there every single time you asked. 

And for some reason, opening the large window in your room falls into the category of disobeying their wishes, even if you wanted fresh air in your suffocating room. Despite that, you desperately needed to feel the cool breeze of the wind on your burning hot skin. The room felt more clammy, humid, and unbearably uncomfortable. 

If you stay in this kind of horrible condition any longer, surely you’ll go mad! The thought of finally opening the window to feel the gentle breeze blow against your hot skin was already enticing enough, at the same time, getting to disobey your parent’s strict rules only brought out the rebellious and defiant side of you. Besides, you’ve grown quite tired of feeling like a cat trapped in a small cage that barely allows enough room to breathe in, a cat that desperately wants to use its claw to break the lock of its cage. 

You feel excitement bubble inside you, the sound of your heels clanking against the floor as you approach the locked window. You leisurely push the curtains blocking the window to the side, the first that greets you is the moon, it’s bright, lighting up the sky with the help of far away stars. You silently glance towards the ground, just beside the castle was an endless, dark, and mysterious woods that nobody has ever dared to step foot inside. 

So many mysteries lie in the woods, each stranger and stranger than the last. However, you know they’d make a great tale to listen to over and over until it was forgotten just like the rest. You lift your hand to touch the glass of the window, it’s cool to the touch, you slide your finger down the lock, stopping yourself from practically ripping it off. 

Before you tear the lock off, you glance towards the door of your room. You can’t hear a single thing from outside the door, it’s strangely quiet. You haven’t seen Sylus all day, you can’t tell if he’s even outside your door. 

At this hour, Sylus would be the one patrolling the doors of your bedroom for your father trusted him the most. He kept out unwanted “guests” from entering your chamber, there is an uncountable number of assassins who were successful with eliminating members of your family. It’s quite obvious it’s late, perhaps he went for a brief nap. 

Regardless if he was exhausted or not, Sylus wouldn’t dare to leave your chamber doors unattended for too long. You tear your gaze from the door to your window, still locked, focusing on more important matters, opening the window and seeing if you can safely exit your room. You know you said you only wanted fresh air, obviously it was a lie! 

Despite your obvious eagerness and enthusiasm to escape the confinements of your parent’s castle, you can’t just flee from your room and stroll through the hallway, surely you’ll run into a maid, another guard, or worse, your parents. You’re unsure you’ll be able to create a perfect excuse to weasel your way from your parent’s suspicions. You hadn’t bothered to change out of your ruffled, lacy, frilly, fancy dress yet, pure jewelry still on, and your hair still in it’s absurd style. 

You turn to face forward at the window, taking a gander at the door, awaiting in anticipation for that familiar soft knock at the door, the muffled voice coming after the knock. Nothing, not a single sound from behind the door. A soft click, the rusted lock of the window being unlocked. Years of dust collected on the window rail flies into the air, eliciting soft sneezes and coughs from you.

“Ugh-! What a remarkable amount of dust!” You cough, waving your hand by your face, blowing the dust from your face.

You tug the lower sash of the window upwards, the abrupt rush of cool air that blows onto your skin makes goosebumps prickle all over your exposed collarbone and chest. The air felt incredible and blissful against your burning hot skin, fairly chilly, that was to be expected, nonetheless, it was pleasant. You sigh quietly, fluttering your eyes slowly, your eyes fluttering shut briefly.

Leaning dangerously close to the open window, your stomach resting on the ledge, only the tip of your heel was keeping you stabilized against the ground. The rest of your body hovers in the air, your upper body outside the window. All your senses scream and disagree with your actions, shouldn’t you be more cautious?

Of course you should, nevertheless, it was a spur of the moment decision, all your concern and caution was on the window, you displayed none of it. A foreign smile forms on your face, the fresh breath air makes that intense dizzy and lightheaded feeling disappear. You exhale in content, a rare expression of peace and ecstasy on your face. 

“Oh my. . the sky. . she wears her finest hues tonight” you utter, hesitantly reaching a hand towards the sky, as if you were reaching towards the stars.

“It’s no wonder why they ogle at her. . one cannot help their eyes being directed upon her beauty” you breathe out, enthusiastically worshipping the sky and her colors. 

You smile faintly, the delight on your smile swiftly melts into a panicked expression when you’re halted by a husky, familiar, teasing voice.

“Your highness, if you’ve finally managed to muster up enough courage to run away. . falling from this height onto a lovely face as yours isn’t an astute decision” the voice snorted, a soft click of their tongue. 

The soft footsteps of the person making their way to your side, their voice is enough to make you visibly relax. It’s Sylus, whilst, you don’t hear the quiet clanking of his armor. You scramble to push your upper body from outside the window, turning to face your knight with a sheepish smile.

“Hmp, run away?” You nervously clear your throat, your brows furrowed as you avoid the intense gaze of Sylus’s scarlet eyes. 

“What would compel you to such a preposterous idea? I would never-“ you huff out, your hands now rest on your plump hips.

The rest of the words you planned to utter die at the tip of your tongue, you can’t say it. You can not say it, you can’t lie, you can’t say you’d never run away. It’s quite obvious that you and Sylus knows the truth, given the chance, you’d run away without hesitation, not daring to peer back.

You open your mouth to spew more lies, only to close it after a second. You utter nothing, a bothersome and awkward silence falling between you both. You sneakily take a brief peek at Sylus, who’s gaze has yet to dart somewhere else but you. 

Sylus looks ravishing without all the armor on his body: his brows are furrowed as he examines you silently, scarlet eyes squinted towards you, those same eyes you could get lost in, aquiline nose that can be easily noticeable on him, faded away scars on his cheek, and his pursed lips. You can hear your heartbeat bang against your chest, heat rush to your cheek and ears. Your lips parted slightly, dumbfounded, you slap your hand against your chest to stop the rapid consistent beat.  

“Hah. . how could I not come up with such an accusation when one’s entire frame is dangling unsafely out of the window?” Sylus’s chest rumbled as he let out a deep chuckle, he strolls towards you.

He gingerly wraps his fingers around your wrist, carefully guiding you away from the still opened window. You mourn the rough, warm, calloused touch of Sylus. He shuts the window, clicking the lock back on. 

“Princess, had I not arrived when I did. . heavens-“ he murmurs almost too quietly, a gentle hand resting on your back, his thumb running the soft fabric of your dress. 

Sylus takes a brief pause, you can feel his hand tremble against your back. 

“Who can say whether you would still be within the safety of your chamber?” Sylus whispers, the hand on your back leisurely gliding down to your waist.

You languidly turn your head to face him, his eyes are hooded as he peers down at you with a new glint in his eyes, intense distress and unease. 

“I- I. . I’m sorry, I truly didn’t mean to worry you” you say in a shaky voice, directing your gaze towards the floor. 

Sylus breathes out, a finger brushing a spare strand of hair from your cheek, his touch lingering against your cheek. Two fingers go under your chin, another resting on your cheek, sinking into the soft flesh, he lifts your gaze to his. He stares into your eyes, he’s so close to you, his breath fanning onto your face, you can feel the heat from his body radiating from his skin.

You lightly tremble, lips trembling slightly as your breath is ragged. You press your hands against his chest, gently pushing him away from you.

“Pray tell, where have you been all this time?” You nervously ask in a quiet voice, you desperately try to ignore that peculiar feeling in your chest when your mind wanders to that intimate moment that you and Sylus shared.

“Surely you weren’t lingering outside my chamber, I assure you I would be able to hear you” your brow arches, your cheeks are dusted soft pinkish red.

“Nor did you make a sound upon entering. Had you snuck into my chamber and awaited my arrival?” You finish, a finger poking at his muscular chest.

“M’lady. .” He murmurs, eyeing the same stubborn hair, he brushes it behind your ear, ensuring it stays there.

It’s only a brief touch, a straightforward action. Perhaps Sylus just didn’t like seeing you so non-noble, you know that’s not the reason why. He remembers that you're easily ticklish, even the small brush on your cheek can have you giggling.

That name, m’lady, you despise it. You hate seeing the relationship between you and Sylus to seem strictly professional, not just a knight protecting his princess. You want him and you to have a more personal, romantic, more intimate relationship.

“How many times must I correct you, Sy? I would rather not be called that. .” You grumble under your breath, brows knitted in frustration, crossing your arms. 

He lazily smirks, eyeing you knowingly. 

“Forgive me, kitten. I fancy you’re not displeased with me” Sylus corrects himself, earning himself a pure smile from you.

“You are quite the curious one, aren’t you, sweetie?” He teases in a guttural voice, that classical smirk on his face.

You stare at him expectantly, eyes glinted with wonder and curiosity. Sylus smiles softly at you, leaning down closer to you, his face close to yours, his warm breath fans onto your lip, a brief shiver runs through your body. Although he’s leaned down to your height, he still easily dwarfs over your form, hiding you from prying eyes.

“As greatly as I wish to indulge in your curiosity. . disclosing a knight’s secret would not benefit either parties” Sylus says playfully, chuckling when he sees your smile fade as you pout.

“Moreover, one can never be entirely certain if their private exchange is graced by an unseen audience” he whispers into your ears in a low, deep, raspy voice, his scarlet eyes glaring at the window. 

You glance over your shoulder to peer at the window, only to be stopped by Sylus. He cups your chin, carefully guiding your gaze back to him. 

“Keep your gaze on me, sweetie” he whispers smoothly, his free hand brushing your cheek, reaching further towards the curtains. 

“Keep those alluring, captivating, and gorgeous eyes on me, only on me, kitten” Sylus breathes out, his hand still hooked under your chin.

You gaze silently at him, drinking up the stunning sight of him. Unconsciously, your lips part, a soft sigh leaving you. Sylus quickly pushes the curtains to hide the window, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“My, you're quite captivated by my appearance, aren’t you?” He teases with a smirk on his face, his rough thumb traces your jaw. 

That glint in Sylus’s eyes, it sends an unfamiliar wave of heat washing through your body. Abruptly, goosebumps prickle all over your exposed skin, your cheeks are dusted pinkish red and it’s not from the blush that the maids applied earlier.

“Hmp! I- I am not! I was simply looking forward. .” You stutter, taking an inhale, getting an intense smell of his scent.

His scent is addictive. Sylus hums, brushing his thumb against your jaw. His touch lingers for a mere second before pulling away, if he kept his hand against your skin you would have nuzzled into his touch. 

“Mmh, oh, come now, kitten. How utterly unconvincing. .” Sylus huffs out a chuckle, his eyes crinkling up as he smiles down at you. 

Once again, you fold your arms around yourself, rolling your eyes. Your chambers are only lightened up from the half-melted, dim, flickering candles that’s scattered each crevice of your bedchamber. Each flicker of the dim flames casts a soft, bright, golden hue illuminated against your flawless figure.

You looked absolutely divine and stunning like this, the burning candle glows onto your exposed collarbone and chest. Sylus can’t help the way his gaze lingers a bit longer on your exposed skin, peering at your neck, then your collarbone, then your cleavage that peaks from your dress. That expensive necklace around your neck compliments your skin perfectly, the small gems on the necklace shimmers in the light. 

Oh how Sylus would love to delicately peel your necklace from you, burying his head into the column of your neck. He wants to slot his lips against your soft neck, pepper tender and hot kisses onto your skin, suck his love bites onto-

“Sylus?” You call out to him in that angelic voice, waving a hand in front of his face. 

He stares quietly into your eyes, his eyes are hooded and clouded with a peculiar emotion, love. Sylus hesitates, reaching towards you, resting a comforting hand onto your plump hip. His fingers sink into the warm fabric of your dress, his touch isn’t rough and commanding, just gentle and tender with you as if you were a special gem. 

He holds you loosely, giving you the room to pull back away from his touch. You don’t squirm or writhe away from his touch, instead, you cautiously lean closer into his embrace. How long have you wanted this, how long have you wanted Sylus all for yourself? 

No words are uttered, just the comfortable silence between you both, the almost silent sounds of you breathing. Sylus is so close, you can smell the intense scent of him, it plagues your senses. You take a deep inhale of him, visibly relaxing when his additive scent washes over you.

You nervously wrap your arms around him, pulling yourself closer to him. You hadn’t recognized how Sylus was already so close, hot breath fans onto your skin, goosebumps prickling onto your skin. A delightful shiver courses through your body, what is this feeling? 

“May I, kitten?” He asks, the hand on your hips sliding to wrap around your waist while his other hand moves to press firmly against your back.

“Oh, please Sy. .” You whisper back.  

The candles flickered vigorously, practically synchronized with the rapid beating of your chest, you're sure that Sylus can hear the pounding sound. Neither of you dare to speak, the air between you and him was thick and heavy as he inches closer and closer to your lips. He keeps his eyes on you, eyes darting between your lips and eyes, searching for uncertainty in your eyes. 

You wait in anticipation, slightly tilting your head to the side. His lips graze against yours before he slots his lips against yours, finally closing the distance. Sylus’s lips are warm, soft, and comfortable to have yours pressed up against.

Sylus hums softly against your lips, he can feel you melt and bask into the kiss. It’s only a brief, tender, and loving kiss, however, you both felt all the intense emotions behind it. All good things must come to an end eventually, a kiss is no different.

Sylus pulls away from your lips, resting his forehead tenderly against yours. His eyes are clouded with an overwhelming amount of love, a calm yet soft expression on his face. You replicate it, although your expression melts into sadness.

“Oh heavens. . what have I done” you whisper softly, shakily backing away from Sylus, his hands pull away from your form.

His finger twitches by his side as he slowly lifts a hand towards you, his eyes flickered with uncertainty and hesitation. Sylus reaches towards your wrists, stopping himself before his fingertip grazes your skin. The same hand that tried to reach toward you, tried to reassure your abrupt doubt, surrendered and rested against his thigh.

“We shouldn’t. . you know as well as I do. .” You shakily say.

“Improper. . we aren’t free to what we selfishly desire” you mumble, slowly lifting your gaze back to him.

There was a flicker of hurt that crossed Sylus’s face, it makes a strong pain coarse through your body. He sighs, quickly composes himself.

“We. . were never meant to be together” it hurts to continue to spew these words out, both you and Sylus are obviously both affected by it.

It’s becoming awfully impossible to hold back the tears that brim in your eyes. Your vision becomes blurry, eyes watering with tears, it’s as if your very own body is urging you to let those overwhelmingly intense emotions out. A hot tear trickles down the curve of your cheek, you're quick to swipe it away with the back of your head, a quiet sniffle escapes you.

“Tell me then, sweetie. .” Sylus asks in a soft tone, steadily reaching towards your hand to not frighten you. 

You hesitate to interlock hands with Sylus, when you do, 

his thumb brushing against your skin.  

“What’s truly standing in our way?” He asks you, watching your face twist into confusion.

His free hands gently brushes away any tears that spills down your cheek. You pause for seconds as you think of an answer.

“My parents” you answer slowly.

“My father. . he’ll have your h- head if he ever finds out about this. .” You stutter, the thought of seeing your beloved knight’s own demise would forever destroy you, mind and body. 

“Peculiar, forgive me, kitten, but I cannot believe your words. You’ve had no hindrance when it comes to defiance towards your parent’s wishes” Sylus murmurs out, his thumb still reassuringly brushing against your skin.

“The truth, tell me” he commands. 

“What truly stands in your way?” Sylus asks again.

The question he asked was no longer about you and him, instead, it was about you. It was now about everything you’ve buried and kept hidden: your hidden emotions, the thoughts you’ve shunned away. It was a question that peeled away layers and layers of composure you’ve worn, you felt vulnerable.

“Rejection. . my heart has been yours entirely since the first time my eyes laid on you. These shackles, crown, and duty of mine won’t let our love bloom. .”  You mutter, eyes fluttering shut when Sylus gently caresses your tear soaked cheek.

“I can’t escape it. .” You finish, his thumb wiping away another tear.

“Then allow me to aid you. . you won’t be alone, not anymore” He sighs, once you are close enough, he wraps his arms around your body.

“Unburden your heart with all this unnecessary weight. Reveal to me what you’ve hidden, every secret, emotion, and thoughts. Do not shield me from your heart, sweet one” Sylus coos, his grip lightly tightening around your body.

Sylus is no longer leaning down to your height, he pulls you close. Your head rests on his chest, his heartbeat thrumming and pounding against his chest. 

“For I am yours, I would want it no other way” He sighs lovingly, big hands stroking your hair, fingers running through your scalp.

“And I am yours, Sy” you chirp, lifting your head from his chest, a smile on your face.

“May I kiss you, sweetie?” Sylus asks, a teasing smirk on his face.

You don’t waste a second, eagerly slotting your lips back against his. Sylus’s groan is muffled by your plump lips, his hand wraps around your back, his other hand cradling your head gently. He tilts your body backwards, leaning over your body. 

“Mmhp!” You moan against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

He keeps you trapped and pinned against his body as he kisses your swelling lips. Sylus loves feeling your supple breasts pressed against his chest, once he’s ridden the tight corset and your dress off your body, he knows your boobs would feel even better against him. He pulls away from your pinkish red lips, pant and huffing as he catches his breath. 

“Sy. .” You whisper breathless, moaning in approval once he’s closed the distance between you two.

One of your hands slides down to his back, feeling his muscles twitch at your gentle and tender touch. You gasp when he teasingly nibbles at your bottom lip, his flavor melting into your tongue. Your head feels fuzzy, heavy, and empty.

All you could think of is Sylus, his scent, the taste of his lips against yours, his touch, the quiet groans he lets out when you whimper, and his touch. 

“You taste quite delicious. To have a taste of your sweet lips is a blessing from heaven” He purrs, pushing his lips against yours once again.

Sylus’s tongue swipes at your bottom lip, leaving a trail of saliva. To your disappointment, he pulls away. Only for a mere second for he takes your bottom lip between his teeth to nibble and bite teasingly. 

He delves back, sealing his lips against your since more, he was hooked on your taste. Instead of a tender, brief, and sweet kiss like before, this kiss you shared was passionate, intimate, all the emotions you felt for each other pouring into the kiss. A traitorous gasp escaped you, giving Sylus enough time to slip his tongue inside your mouth to deepen the kiss.

“Mmmhp” you moan against his lips. 

His tongue glides and collides with yours in a clash of need, love, and urgency. You can feel how much Sylus, and you're painfully aware how much you want this too. Each brush of his tongue is deliberate as if he’s longing to explore everything you have to offer.

The hand in your hair expertly plucks the clips in your hair out, the soft clanking as they drop to the floor. Your hair falls onto your shoulders, this is how Sylus wants you. He loves the genuine you, not as a princess, nor as the woman who is forced to play into a facade. 

Sylus loves, adores, and worships in his hands now, the woman he has his lips molded against. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss. You whimper, tapping his back, your other hand clawing  and scratching at his clothes back. 

He immediately pulls away, a thin string of spit connected between your lips. Both of your lips are swollen, glistening in the dim light from spit, lips parted as you both gasp for air. Sylus huffs out, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip, brushing spit off your lips. 

“S- sylus. . -hah, sorry” you pant, gasping when he buries his head into your neck. 

He grumbles against your skin, lips connecting against your neck, peppering tender yet hot kisses onto your exposed skin. Sylus’s nose is pressed harshly against your skin, sending a pleasurable shiver through your body. Your neck is glistening from his kisses, spit on your skin from each kiss he leaves. 

“Mmhp, don’t be sorry, sweetie” Sylus whispers against your hot skin, the hand in your hair carefully tilting your head to the side, exposing more of your neck to his hungry mouth. 

He can’t keep his mouth unoccupied for too long, he needs his lips against your skin. Sylus needs to leave warm kisses, he needs to leave trails of spit behind, he needs to leave his mark on your skin. He needs everyone to know he’s yours and that you're his.

“If I ever threaten your comfort, tell me, kitten” he whispers into your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your earlobe. 

He starts at your upper neck, firmly pressing his lips against your skin, a wet sound can be heard after he kisses your neck. His tongue darts out, licking against your skin as if he was marking an area. At the same spot where his tongue was licking  and lapping at, Sylus takes your skin into his mouth, sucking gently. 

“You taste exquisitely divine, I am hooked on you taste, kitten” Sylus purrs, earning himself a moan of surprise when he sucks harder onto your skin. 

Your eyes shut lightly, lips trembling as strings of moans dare to escape. A wet pop as Sylus releases your neck, his hot breath fanning onto your spit-covered skin. He groans in approval, a pretty mark blooming onto your neck.

“Sweet, have you recognized the intense effect you have upon me? You’ve destroyed my composure, stripped me naked, leaving only my soul and emotions in front of you” He sighs against your neck, a hand unclasping the clap of your neck, discarding the jewelry to the side. 

Before you can utter a word, his lips are back onto your neck. Sylus has drawn pretty gasps and moans from you only by pressing kisses and sucking makes into your neck. It’s evident that you’ve never been with someone, a maiden princess. 

“O- oh heavens above. . it feels s- so good” you gulp, your nails digging into his clothed back, you can feel his muscles twitch. 

“Is that so, sweetie? Do go one, permit me to hear more of your words and sounds of bliss and ecstasy” Sylus encourages, his words send a wave of heat through your body that makes you shiver helplessly in his arms.

Sylus bruises his head into the curve of your unmarked neck, eager to leave his mark all over your body. He kisses your pulse point, he hears your breath hitch, then melting into a soft moan. Electricity ripples through your body as his tongue laps at your skin, he flattens his tongue onto your neck, dragging the wet appendage slowly against your neck. 

The repetition of wet pops can be heard in your chambers, his lips wrapping around your skin, sucking, releasing the flesh until there are multiple pretty bruises developing onto your neck.

“Hnng. . I- I need more” you mutter nervously.

Even as a wealthy and powerful princess, you were never permitted to be selfish. You were never hopeful for more, satisfied with what you were given. Despite that, you can’t be selfish, you crave more of this unfamiliar yet wonderful feeling of rapture and euphoria. 

“M’lady, give me the privilege to attend to your wishes. You wish for more? I shall give you more” He smiles against your neck, his teeth grossing scratching against your skin.

His hot breath ghosts over your neck, fanning onto your glistening neck. Sylus hums in contentment when goosebumps prickle all over the curve of your neck. He unhurriedly drags his lips against your neck, puffing warm air onto the sensitive skin of your neck. 

Once he is fully assured that you have bared his mark, he pulls away from your spit-covered and teeth-marked neck. Sylus pulls you for a brief kiss, guiding you backwards to the bed. He sits onto your comfy bed, tugging you onto his lap.

“S- sy!” You squeal in surprise, straddling him, soft thighs pressed beside his thigh. 

“Do settle in, princess. Tonight, we shall consummate” Sylus teases, pressing a sticky, wet kiss to your cheek.

“Ughh! I beg of you, you mustn’t word it like that, Sy. .” You groan, eliciting a chuckle from Sylus. 

Both of his hands land onto the swell of your hips, cradling the soft fat into his hands. You suddenly feel awfully aware that you have no clue what to do, your face flushing in embarrassment. Sylus quickly notices, smiling gently at you. 

“Do not worry, sweetie, allow me. It would be my greatest pleasure to service you now” He soothes your abrupt, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. 

His grip on your hips tightens only by a bit, he drags your body back and forth agonizingly slow. Sylus lazily grinds your clothed pussy against his swollen cock. You gasp at the sudden pleasure between your thighs, quickly placing your hands onto his chest, gripping at the cotton fabric to stabilize yourself. 

“Hnng, oh heavens. .” You moan softly, pressing your lips against his to muffle your songs of pleasure. 

There is a bulge in his pants that presses against your clit with every grind, sending zaps of intense pleasure through your trembling body. A particular grind, harsher than the rest, has your toes curling, eyes rolling back briefly, and a mewl escapes you. 

“Mmnhp!” You drool against his lips, a thin trial of spit dribbling down your lips. 

Your hands darted to grab onto Sylus’s shoulders for stability, the fabric of his shirt was soft to the touch. Hesitantly, you roll your hips against his crotch, grinding your pussy against his cock. His hold on your plush hips tightens by only a bit as he drags you lazily back and forth, your dress bunching up in his hands. 

“Hm mh. .” Sylus groans against your lips, delighted by finally getting a taste of your lips and the sparks of pleasure running through his body.

Undeniably, there’s a small sense of heat in your belly that gradually builds up with every grind, push, and roll of your hips you do. You keep your lips sealed against Sylus’s, an evident desperation and carnal need pouring from your movements. You’re sloppy with the kiss, needily kissing him like it’s the only thing that could satisfy your desire.  

Sylus grunts, a muffled one, when one of your hands sneakily reaches towards his hair, tugging the white strands between your fingers. A string of spit connects between the two of you, breaking as quickly as it appeared. 

“S- sy. .” You breathlessly moan his name, licking your glistening lips.

“T- this feels. . quite good” You sigh, batting your eyelashes slowly.

“I want, no. . need more” you whimper quietly, an intense wave of heat washing through your body, goosebumps prickling onto your skin. 

“More of you. . -haah” You moan, you can feel him pulse, twitch, and throb against your clit that pulses in need.

Raspily, Sylus groans lowly, compared to your moans of pleasure only from grinding, he’s rather hushed and quiet. Although, it’s not a secret, you’re a maiden. You’re unfamiliar with this addictive pleasure, you sound utterly ravishing.

“Shall I indulge you in more, sweetie? One ought to practice restraints to such greedy desires. . although, a smidge of sin can be forgiven” He grunts, a teasing, knowing smirk on his face. 

“Have I not given you enough, m’lady? Are you unsatisfied with my performance, m’lady? Shall I give you more?” Sylus says, putting on that professional facade of his. 

“One word, sweetie” he whispers, bucking his hips upwards to grind harder into you, giving more emphasis. 

You feel like you’re burning up, your skin is burning hot, glistening with your sweat. Sylus gives you the freedom to grind yourself into him, his hands holding your hips tightly, however, he’s no longer aiding you.

“I- I. . “ you start, your throat feels dry from the moans you’ve been letting out.

Before you can finish your words, Sylus is quick to say something.

“Or is this enough for you, kitten?” Sylus asks, undeniably, there’s a tone in his voice.

Sylus knows how much you want this. How much you’re unsatisfied with only grinding, not that it didn’t feel good. You just need more, however, he wants to hear you beg with that angelic voice of yours. 

“Hnng. . n- no” you stutter, the hand in his hair tightening just by a little, eliciting a delicious grunt from him. 

“I need more. . -heavens, please Sy. .” you beg softly, peering up towards him with clouded eyes.

His grip on your hips falters for only a mere second before they tighten up, Sylus is grinding you back and forth on his lap. He starts off slow, easing you into the foreign pleasure, drawing moans and mewls from you. Steadily, he grinds you faster, his cock hiding against your poor pussy.

The friction on your clit has you mewling and gasping for air, fluttering around nothing, puffy clit throbbing and buzzing from the direct pleasure. It feels so good. Too good, it’s enough to make you cry. 

Is this what pleasure is meant to feel like? Or, is Sylus too good at pleasing women? Why does it feel so addictive?

So many questions and thoughts, yet, all of them crumble before you can come up with an explanation. The heat in your belly has gotten unbearably hot, you can barely think straight. 

“S- sy! Feels too good! I- I feel weird. . -hah” you mewl, each word you try to speak is interrupted by your own sounds of pleasure. 

“Very good. . surrender yourself to me, sweetie. Let the pleasure flow and wash over your body” His voice is enough to soothe your breif worries.

“I assure you, you'll feel amazing. . you have my word” Sylus instructs, the firm hand on your hips was reassuring.

You nod your head slowly, moaning in delight when his lips press against yours. Your cautiousness and hesitance was barely noticeable anymore, you eagerly wrap and rub your tongue against his. Sylus groans in approval when he feels you tremble in his hold, he can hear your breath hitch as you unconsciously hold your breath. 

Your lips part slightly, an unfamiliar, yet addictive, wave of pleasure and heat washes over you. That overpoweringly hot sensation in your stomach bursts, your pussy flutters around nothing. That loud moan that wanted to escape you is muffled by Sylus’s lips as you gush around nothing, without a doubt leaving your panties sticky and soaked with your own arousal and cum. 

You whimper against Sylus as he continues to drag you back and forth, gentle and slow, guiding you through your orgasm. He pulls away from your swollen lips, a soft exhale of air leaves you. Abruptly, you are aware of that sticky feeling between your thighs.

“Can you handle more. . kitten?” He asks, taking soft inhales of air, pressing a wet kiss to your flushed cheek. 

“Haah. . yes, I can take more” you pant, your thighs trembling slightly. 

Sylus doesn’t utter a word, merely humming at your desperation. A firm hand on your hips slides up to your back, a finger tugging at the strings of your dress. The tightness around your upper body is abruptly gone, you can feel like you can breathe without being cut off halfway. 

You let out a shaky moan of relief, Sylus wastes not a single second to slide the cotton fabric off your shoulders, exposing your corset. He gently lifts you off his thighs, still keeping a hand on your hip. You grimace slightly at feeling that wet, burning, a sticky sensation between your thighs. 

“May I?” Sylus asks, toying with the strings of your royal dress while he awaits your consent. 

You nod your head, watching as he pulls off your dress, the fabric dropping onto the ground. Although the room may be quiet, not a word being uttered from either you or Sylus, gazing at his eyes tell you everything he’s thinking. His eyes are clouded with an intense amount of devotion and adoration, unconditional love towards you. 

Sylus reaches behind you again, undoing the claps of your tight corset without a hint of struggle. It comes off too quickly for your liking, joining the bunched fabric of your dress on the floor. Your face is flushed red in embarrassment, the feeling of utter vulnerability and barrenness is intense, it’s hard not to feel discomfort when he gazes at you with those eyes that burn holes into your body. 

Specifically, he’s staring at your chest. Sylus is taking in every detail of your assets: your squishy boobs that droop to your chest from the weight, perking nipples, the color of your skin, the blue veins faded away, the pretty stretch marks. You wrap your arms around your chest, an endearing pout on your face that summons a chuckle from him. 

“Must you stare so? Kindly avoid avert your eyes, Sy. .” You huff out, redirecting your gaze away from Sylus who’s got an eyebrow arched up as he stares at you with amusement.

“Why must I? May one not gaze at the beauty in front?” He teases, his voice alone has your grip around your chest slowly slipping. 

What is there to be ashamed of? What is there to be humiliated by? Sylus’s gaze? He has only praised you, never gazed at you with disgust in his eyes.

“If I must add, you look quite ravishing and enchanting in the flickering candle’s light, sweetie” Sylus purrs, reaching a hand towards you.

You don’t hesitate to take his hands in yours, allowing him to guide you onto the bed. Sylus lays you down on the bed, hovering over your body. 

“My, quite the breasts you have. .” He starts, that glint in his eyes is enough to know he’ll say something rather embarrassing to you.

“One must wonder if the princess is already with child” Sylus grins, tenderly pushing your boobs together. 

You shiver at the touch of his hands that play with the play mounds on your chest. Sylus squeezes, squishies, and fondles at your chest. 

“I- I am not with child, sy. .” You huff out, his lips pressing wet kisses onto your collarbone. 

You wanted to say more, how you’d wish to bear his child. However, you stay utterly quiet except the quiet whines that escape you. You purse your lips, trembling lightly.

Sylus presses warm kisses onto your skin, his warm breath tickling your collarbone. His lips trail further down to your chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. His right hand finds your right breasts, squeezing and squishing the mound as he busies himself by licking at your left breast's nipple. 

Pressing tender kisses onto the perky nipples, a soft mwah can be heard after. Sylus’s tongue darts out to lick at your nipple, his tongue tracing small circles onto the bud, leaving a trail of spit on your nipple. Each time his tongue flicks your clit it sends sparks of pleasure through your body, eliciting delicious moans and mewls from you.

Teasingly, Sylus’s teeth scrape at your nipple, sucking the bud into his mouth. He leans to kiss and nibble at your soft mound, leaving his own mark onto your flesh. Moving back to your nipple, he slots his lips against the bud, tracing patterns onto the stiff bud. 

His other hand on your right boob flicks your stiff nipple, addictive sparks of pleasure coursing through your body. A loud, wet pop as Sylus pulls away from your poor nipple that’s glistening with his spit, stiff in the cool air of your bedroom. Grinning at his work, scarlet eyes darting between your stiff nipple and the blooming bruise on your breasts. 

“Haah. . n- need more, Sy” you sigh, arching your back off the bed to push your chest closer to his mouth. 

“In due time, you must be patient, kitten” He clicks his tongue, a large band of his holds your back, arching your back further to push your chest closer to his eager mouth and tongue.  

Sylus gives your right boob the same amount of attention: experimental licks to the bud, tracing small shapes, harshly sucking your nipple until it is stiff under his tongue, leaving a mark on your chest. Although it’s muffled, you can still hear the wet kissing sound, mwah after each time he kisses your skin. 

“Such pretty breasts, soft and warm to the touch” Sylus whispers against your chest, his warm breath trickling down your skin. 

He cups your soft mounds, pushing them as close as your boobs can. Sylus sucks both of your nipples into his mouth to lap, suck, and flick at. Everything about you is addictive: the taste of your skin, the warmth of your body, your reactions, all of it.

“May these beautiful breasts be filled with milk” he whispers too quietly against your chest, peppering wet kisses against your skin, the valley between your boobs. 

Sylus kisses down your plush belly, kiss after kiss onto your skin. One of his hands eagerly paws and grips the fat of your belly into his hands, squishing gently. 

“Plush, plump, and soft belly. .” Soft words muttered against your skin, his warm breath fanning onto your skin.

“May this belly be filled with my heir. .” 

“Please, bear my heir. .” Sylus whispers into your skin once again, he’s too quiet, you can’t hear a single word.

He pulls away from your soft stomach, gazing at your face, his scarlet eyes examining you so intensely. Your cheeks are flushed pinkish red, even more than before, lips parted as a soft whimper escapes you, eyes hooded and clouded with desperation and hunger for much more pleasure. Sylus grabs your plush thighs, squeezing firmly to snap you out of your daze, his fingers leaving a small dent into the fat.

“Before I proceed further, may I have your consent, sweetie?” He asks, still holding your thighs, not daring to move them inch. 

With each  and every slow year that passed, Sylus has denied the thought of leaving your side, even for a mere second. During this time, you’ve learned much about your knight, he prioritized your consent over everything else. You nod your head silently, glancing to the side to avoid his gaze that sends a wave of heat through your body.  

“That’s not enough, sweetie, I’m sure you know that too” Sylus sighs, his grip on your thighs faltering. 

“Indulge me, allow me to hear your voice, to hear your consent” He whispers, his grip getting even looser, he’s giving you the chance to pull away. 

“You must be discomforted by this, I shall stop. .” Sylus murmurs under his breath, you can hear the disappointment and shame in his voice.

Sylus has always been extraordinarily good at understanding and examining the emotion of someone, it never mattered how. By their expressions, their almost unnoticeable actions, their broken voice, none of that managed to pass his observant eyes. Could it be that your keen and clever eyed knight was ashamed that he couldn’t recognize the discomfort you’ve shown?

Dejected didn’t begin to deceive how Sylus looked, the hand on your thigh fully retreated away. You tense up, restraining yourself from grabbing his hand. 

“Sylus. . please, I need this, I need you. .” You gulp out, body relaxing the moment his warm hand touches your thigh. 

“I beg of you. . please, take your time” you whisper quietly, parting your thighs apart only by a smidge.

With your thighs parted wide enough for Sylus, he could see your soaked, frilly, and cotton panties. There was an undeniably large white spot on your cotton panties, it’s quite obvious you’re just as needy as he is. He groans in approval and delightfulness at the sight of your arousal stained panties, his hands on your thighs peeling them a bit wider as he leans down to the soft fat.

Your thighs are quite big, enough space for him to leave all kinds of marks on. Who was he to pass on such a delightful opportunity? Sylus’s grip tightens on your thighs as he kisses, licks, sucks, laps, and bites at your flesh, leaving his mark on your thigh. 

Sylus could spend hours after hours between your plush thighs, leaving pretty marks on your flesh, watching them bloom into a temporary bruise. However, you’re simply just too impatient, a needy thing who needs more.

“Heavens above Sy! P- please, I need more” you plead in that same voice that you’d use to get your way, he knows he can’t deny you. 

“Whatever your heart desires, sweetie” He whispers against your thigh. 

“Come now, there is no need to beg. . desire can be expressed with actions rather than words” Sylus teases, his fingers hooking around your drenched panties, pulling the cotton fabric off your hips. 

However, he’s unhurried, agonizingly slow. Slowly, Sylus would pull down your panties inch by inch, more of your heated skin being exposed to the cool air. You hiss at the feeling for the cool air blowing on your sticky folds, goosebumps prickling all over your thighs. 

He tugs your garments down your thighs, tossing it to the floor carelessly. One of Sylus’s hands grabs hold of your thighs, keeping your legs spread apart while the other pushes your folds to the side to marvel at the sight of your sopping pussy. You are absolutely drenched, glistening and drooling with your own arousal, puffy clit buzzing in the cool air, gummy entrance fluttering around nothing. 

“Mmh. . sy” you sigh softly, moaning when you feel a finger glide through your pussy, from your gummy entrance to your clit.

“Shh. . I’ll go slow” he mutters, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your engorged clit, the bud jolting against his lips.

You relax against the bed, whimpering and moaning at the soft sparks of pleasure that courses through your body. Sylus slots his lips against your clit once again, a brief and gentle kiss to the hood. His grip on your thighs is still tight, calloused thumb rubbing against your skin reassuringly.

His tongue licks and flicks at the bud, lapping at your puffy clit slowly. Sylus is aware that you’re new to the pleasure, he’s easing you into the addictive feeling. He traces his tongue up and down, tearing out what you love the best, what makes you main the loudest. 

“Haah. . -hng, s- sy” you pant, your hand darting to grab the pillow beside your head. 

He hums when you call his name, flattening his tongue then dragging the wet appendage up and down your puffy clit. A wet pop as he pulls away, his warm breath fanning onto your clit, eliciting a whine from you. Sylus slots his lips back against you, sucking your clit gently, summing a loud moan from you as your back arches off the bed.

“Holy-! F- feels so good” you mewl, eyes rolling back when he sucks your clit harshly. 

How could Sylus take his time enjoying your reactions when you moan like that? It’s hard to restrain himself when you unconsciously buck your hips toward his mouth. You feel so breathless and lightheaded, the pleasure is addicting. 

A wet pop fills the room as he pulls away from your clit, using his tongue to lap through your folds. Seeing how sensitive you are, hips twitching and jolting, back arching off the bed only from him kissing and sucking at your clit made Sylus desire to make you feel even better. Your juices and arousal melts onto his tongue, tangy yet sweet, oh how he’d want your taste permanently in his mouth. 

Addictive was the perfect way to describe how you tasted. You claw at the pillow, holding onto the soft fabric for dear life. Sylus traces a finger around your gummy entrance, slowly pushing his index finger into your velvety pussy, your walls clamping down at the intrusion. 

He kisses your clit, licking at the bud to distract you from the subtle pain, the soft slurping sound muffled. You drool slightly when Sylus’s fingers slide deeper and deeper until his index finger is buried knuckle deep in your pussy, summoning a moan of approval from the man who licks and laps at your clit. That now familiar heat in your stomach steadily builds up with each push of his finger, summoning a whimper from you.

It’s like an instinct, you desperately want to squirm away from the pleasure, however, you're already drunk off the pleasure that Sylus has given you. Slowly, he slides his fingers in and out of your creamy pussy, the quiet sound of your wet cunt squelching around his finger. 

“Hnng. . f- feels so good” you moan, gasping and tensing up when his middle finger presses at your poor stuffed hole.

It’s only just a finger, yet, it’s enough to make you tremble and moan. Sylus is much larger than you, the pleasure he gives you is much more intense and the stretch of your gooey walls are only a bit painful. 

“One must relax their body in order to feel intense pleasure, sweetie” Sylus mutters against your clit, sucking the bud back into his eager and hungry mouth, the tip of his middle finger sliding into your cunt.

You take a deep breath for air, a choked moan escaping you, the stretch of having two fingers in your cunt was much more noticeable than the last. Tears prickle in your eyes, you want to squirm and sob away from the brief pain. However, Sylus is quick to even out the pain with an intense amount of pleasure, lapping and sucking harshly at your clit in order to distract you from the sting.

Your back arches off the bed when his fingers curl up, rubbing a soft that elicits a loud scream from you. Unconsciously, you buck your hips towards his fingers and mouth. Unknowingly, this small action only allows his finger to press against your g-spot. 

“Oh heavens! S- sy. . haah” you moan out, tossing your head back. 

Your jaw goes agape when he slowly slides his finger in and out of your dripping pussy, the wet squelching sound gets louder as your pussy tightens around his finger. Each thrust of Sylus’s fingers only adds more flame to the burning feeling in your stomach. He’s basking in your reaction, each breathless moan and whimper of his name or arch of your back, each and every time. 

He’ll have his eyes closed in concentration as Sylus sucks your clit and works your tight pussy open, briefly opening them to peer up at you, seeing you writhe and squirm lightly from the pleasure.

“J- just like that. . please, don’t -nngh. . stop” you stutter, eyes rolled back so far. 

He groans against your clit, his tongue vigorously flicking the puffy bud. The deafening slick sound of your pussy gushing around his fingers fills the room, he can feel you helplessly clamp around his fingers. You're close to cumming, your velvety walls clamp around his fingers, he’s barely able to push his fingers back into your pussy. 

“Oooh. . Sylus!” You drool, the heat in your belly is strong, overpowering your ability to coherent words out. 

Sylus pulls away from your clit, warm breath fanning onto your puffy clit. The grip on your thigh tightens slightly, he’s watching his fingers glide through your dripping folds. 

“There you go. .” He whispers quietly, huffing and panting.

Abruptly, his fingers speed up, plunging back into your warm walls. Those thick fingers of his push deep into your pussy, knuckle deep in your cunt, curling them, then sliding out. Sylus presses a tender kiss to your clit, summoning a flinch from you.

“Mmmfh. . evidently, sucking on the clit -hmm. .” Sylus says between each wet suck and lap at your clit, groaning and moaning quietly against your poor buzzing clit.

“L- like a ripe fruit -heavens above. . feels the best” He whispers breathlessly, sucking the bud into his mouth, hungrily sucking harshly. 

“Oooh- haah!” You drool, your back arching off the bed, eyes rolled back as tears prickle in them.  

You can barely talk, loud moans and whimper are the only things you're able to manage to get out. You’re so tight around Sylus fingers, fluttering uncontrollably as he mercilessly plunges his thick fingers into you. 

“T- tastes divine. .” Sylus murmurs to himself, groaning in approval when you tense up and buck your hips towards him.

An intense wave of heat washes over you, goosebumps prickling onto your skin, your senses faltering for only a mere second. Your velvety walls spasm around his fingers, tightening around his fingers as you gush around them. A sticky coat of cream forms around Sylus’s fingers, smearing onto his knuckles when he slowly pushes them back into your cunt. 

“You did - hah. . perfect, sweetie” he says, watching you melt against the sheets blissfully. 

“Shall I continue, kitten?” Sylus asks in that breathless voice, his chin glistening with your sticky juices, smirking when you nod your head. 

“Heavens above. . you really are addictive” he whispers under his breath, backing away from your panting body. 

He tugs off his shirt, revealing that astounding muscle on his body that flexes with his movement. Unlike you who was rather timid of being naked under hungry and devouring eyes, not a hint of embarrassment seemed to be in Sylus’s eyes. He quickly discarded his pants, a small white tail of hair leading further down to his hard cock. 

Sylus slowly pulls down his boxers, grunting softly when his heavy cock slaps at his abdomen with a wet slap, beads of precum splattering on his skin. Heavens above, you’ve never seen anything that big before, well, actually you’ve never seen a cock before. You flush, gulping nervously as his cock twitches and throbs in the air. 

He’s big, long, standing in the cool air of your bedroom. A small vein runs from the side of his shaft, his bulbous tip is angry red as beads of precum drips down, 

A little vein runs from the side to his bulbous tip, his tip angry red and beads or precum dripping down, his cock is curved slightly to the side. Trails of hair on his abdomen, leading further down his body, 

they are small and white. Sylus crawls back onto the bed, leaning down to gently kiss your cheeks as if he noticed your sudden nervousness.

“I’ll take good care of your sweetie. Let me worship this body. .” Sylus says to reassure you once he notices the hesitant expression written on his face. 

Sylus slaps his cock onto your glistening folds, summing a flinch from you.

“Do you want this, hmm? Do you want more. . of me?” He asks, the tip of his cock nudging against your puffy clit.  

“M- more than anything. .” You drool, nodding your head slowly. 

He hums in approval, a hand pushing his cock against your folds as he rocks his hips back and forth against your pussy. Sylus’s cock glides through your folds, catching your clit with each grind of his hips. You’d juices smear onto his cock, creating enough lubrication.  

“N- no more teasing. . I’ve waited long enough-“ you beg, lips parted as soft pants escape you. 

Sylus’s tip kisses your gummy entrance, it’s so much bigger than you thought. You part your thighs wider, giving Sylus enough room to settle comfortably between them.

“Hold onto my hand, sweetie” Sylus mumbles, giving the chance to pull one of his big hands into yours. 

You hold your breath as he slowly pushes into your pussy, it’s a bit easier with the amount of slick your cunt made. Sylus cock splits apart your walls, accommodating his bulbous tip.

“Haah. . s- so big. .” You whimper, brows furrowing from the dim pain, sweat trickling down your forehead. 

Sylus groans, his grip on your hand tightly slightly. His tip glides into your pussy until it disappears into your velvety walls, the obscure squelch filling the room. Slowly and slowly, his cock plunges deeper into your warmth until he is buried into the hilt of your pussy. 

He lets out a shaky groan, his hips flushed with yours, balls resting on the soft fat of your ass. There is a quite noticeable yet pleaser weight in your stomach from his cock, his shaft curving to press against your g-spot that sends sparks of pleasure through you. Your pussy has a nice grip around him, so tight it almost has Sylus’s eyes rolling back as a grunt leaves him. 

Sylus’s tip kisses your cervix effortlessly, snug and pressed firmly against the barrier. You feel him twitch and then inside you, his tip smushing beads of precum against your cervix. He slowly retracts his hips back from yours, his cock slowly dragging from your tight walls. 

It has you letting out a sob, drool seeping from your lips. You’ve already coated his cock in your juices, the slick sticking onto his abdomen. Sylus plunges his cock back to the hilt, the loud wet slapping sound of flesh hitting each other. 

“Y- you feel divine -hnng. . tight” he groans, keeping his gaze only on you.

Those scarlet eyes of his are unable to linger in one area too long, darting to take in the sight of you and your body. From the sweat that clings onto your forehead, your jaw agape as a thin trail of drool trickles down your chin, breasts bouncing and jiggling with each thrust, belly jiggling slightly, to the sight of your pussy swallowing his hard cock eagerly. You whimper softly, using your hands to cover your red and sweaty face from Sylus’s eyes. 

“Mmh hm. . don’t hide yourself from me, kitten” Sylus grunts out, lifting his thumb finger to his mouth.

His tongue laps at his skin, reaching down to your puffy, neglected clit. Sylus rubs soft yet firm circles onto the bud, it’s enough to have you squeal and toes curl up. You squirm when his tip bangs at your poor cervix, shakily removing your hands from your face. 

Instead, your hands dart to grab at Sylus’s defined back, nails digging into his naked, scarred back, leaving red marks. Having you in a missionary gives him the perfect and divine view of your body, legs spread wide enough to see his dick going in and out of your pussy. 

“S- so wet, sweetie” he stutters, grunting when you clamp down around him.

The wet slapping sound, fwop plap, can be heard when his thighs slap against yours, the already loud sound of skin mingles with the groan and moans you both let out. Through your fucked our haze, you glance down your sweaty body, watching Sylus’s cock strech your pussy, a thin string of your cum sticking agaisnt his thighs and yours. 

“Doing so well, kitten” Sylus praises, his voice deep and raspy, sending a delicious shiver through your body. 

Words can’t describe how you looked, body glistening from your own sweat, the soft glow of candles on your exposed skin made you look ethereal. Sylus snaps his hips against yours, knocking the breath from you. You feel so lightheaded, mush, the pleasure makes you feel drunk. He’ll retract his hips slowly then push back to the hilt, tip kisses your poor cervix. 

You were seeing stars, who knew pleasure, a sin, would be so delightful. You’re shuddering like a leaf in the wind, pussy gushing around his cock with a loud moan. 

“Sylus!” You scream, head tossed back as you coat his cock with your cum. 

Feeling you clamp around him so tightly is enough to send him into a frenzy, fucking into your overstimulated pussy until he’s cumming. Sylus cum shoots deep in pussy, warm and tons, overflowing as he shallow thrust into your pussy. He rides through both of your high, thrust slowly back into your cunt, his tip smooshing globs of cum against your cervix. 

“Heavens. .” You sigh out, body relaxing against the wake bedsheets. 

“Haah. .” He groans, his cock slowly gliding through your pussy.

A wet pop as his cock slips from your hungry pussy, globs of his cum spilling from your stuffed cunt. The uncomfortable feeling of wetness trickling down your ass, his cum trickling out of your gummy entrance. 

“S- surely my father has heard us. .” You whisper breathlessly, moaning softly when his lips slots against yours.

“Then he’ll know we’ve consummated, your mine. .” Sylus whispers back, his lips engulfing yours. 

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Youre love beyond death fics comments aren’t working so I’ll leave what I wanna say here:

This is insane in a good way. I might just be sappy but I actually teared up a little bit. You have an amazing talent and your writing is excellent.

omg how am i just seeing this, sorry!! thank you so much!!!

ive been so out of it lately and that fic is actually so precious to me. it means so much that you enjoyed it! thank you ❤️🖤

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this art makes me want to cry—

like i know im a sukuna girl. i love kuna more than i could possibly explain but

i also love satoru and i just miss him so fucking much. he didn't deserve to die. and this art is SO good 😭 UGH! satoru is beyond beautiful, talented, and it just makes me so sad. he's so much more than just "the strongest" and i wish i could just hug him.

i was okay. i was over his death, i understood, but for some reason seeing this art just made me start crying and missing satoru so much. my tipping point ig idk

sorry yall

ignore this :(

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Doctor Gojo ╳ Nurse Geto

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𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬

Sukuna

Pairing: Knight!Sukuna x Queen!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Smut, Cheating, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Fingering

Sukuna loves the risk. Ever since his promotion as the queen's guard, he knew life would become boring but who would've thought he'd like this position better.

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“You’re such an asshole.” You giggle as Sukuna lifts your dress, getting right between your legs. He does everything in his power to get you caught. He knows the risk that comes with it but he simply doesn’t care. Sukuna loves the risk, even when he knows he could die at the end of a sword.

The sun is still out, and the palace roams for you. And yet here you are, hiding out with the man that’s supposed to protect you. A queen hiding out from her servants, from her own king for a few minutes of pleasure. You were never this type of woman but he brings out the worst in you.

He shushes you, calloused fingers caressing your inner thighs as his eyes land on his prey. He loves the adrenaline rush. He loves the fact that he’s turned a dull job into a complete and utter thrill. His death is at the tip of a spear. One misstep from a servant could end this all in the most violent way, and in his fucked up head, he loves it.

“Make it quick–” You order as he pushes your panties to the side, spitting on your cunt. Your breath gets caught up in your chest, and you bite down your lip as you feel his tongue run through your folds. Your hands go to the back of his head, pulling him closer. 

Sukuna sucks on your clit, pushing two fingers inside you, curving them just right. He wants to hear you scream. He wants damn near everyone to hear you. He wants someone to barge in as you force him to hide in the room. He loves that adrenaline rush. He loves living on the edge with you.

“Fuck… Fuck.” You mutter, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Sukuna flicks his tongue on your clit. He wants to reprimand you for your foul mouth, but his mouth is too busy to do anything else. His fingers slowly pick up speed as he moves them in and out of you.

“Suku–” Your thoughts are cut off by footsteps near the room. Footsteps that he so clearly hears, yet chooses to ignore because he's too deep in a nectar and he refuses to stop until he’s satisfied. You cover your mouth as you realize he has no intention of stopping. Instead he does everything in his power to get you to break.

“Wait… There’s someone–” A moan escapes your lips as he hits just the right spot. You’re pulling on his hair, trying your best to contain yourself. “Fuck, fuck– Wait, Sukuna–”

You have to stop him, hearing the footsteps get closer. You have to get him off you, ears perked up to see if someone threatens to open the door. Sukuna doesn’t take it seriously though, hand going to his belt to undo it. For a knight, he sure lacks caution.

“I heard he’s pressing you for an heir.” He begins as he unbuckles his belt. You bite down your lip, watching as he gets undressed. There’s people right outside, you really shouldn’t. There’s a smug smile on his face, absolutely thrilled over his misdeeds– Over your lack of loyalty. His lips land on yours momentarily before they go down your neck. “I’ll help you in the process.”

“And when the baby comes out with pink hair and a wicked smile? What then?” Your back is arching as Sukuna kisses your cleavage. 

“We’ve fooled him long enough,” is all he manages to say. And for a moment you’re actually convinced. He nibbles on your earlobe before he whispers, “We’ve been sneaking around right under his nose, and he hasn’t caught on.”

“You’re evil.” You giggle as his hands go between your legs again. “Let’s do it.”

“Hmmm… Spell it out for me.” He replies, slowly pulling his pants down.

“Fuck a baby into me.” You respond, and just as he spreads your legs, you hear the doorknob. Your eyes widen and you push Sukuna off you, trying to fix yourself before anyone catches you looking indecent. 

“Get under the bed.” You order, knowing that it’ll be difficult for someone as big and muscular as Sukuna to fit underneath, but the room is too big for him to get anywhere else in a matter of seconds. You’re burning up, feeling as if your heart is about to beat out of your chest.

“It’s a little too early for a nap, no?” You hear your husband’s voice, and you sheepishly smile, smoothing out your dress.

“Dear, what are you doing here?” You sound guilty as charged. You hear some whining underneath the bed, causing you to kick it as loud as you possibly can.

“Where’s your knight?” He inquires, noting the room smells different. You clearly weren’t here alone. “Is he in here?”

“My knight?” You respond. “Oh, Sukuna! I let him off the hook early. I’m feeling unwell.”

“Really?” His eyes narrow, noting an unusual shadow from under the bed. You notice.

“But since you’re here.” You stand up, walking over to him and wrapping your hands behind his neck. You’ll entertain him enough for Sukuna to get out of the room. It wouldn’t be the first time.

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me when satoru calls reader wifey

me when toji calls reader ma

me when suguru calls reader pretty girl

me when toji calls reader doll

me when sukuna calls reader woman

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man i love this concept, but knowing how sukuna is, idek how he would react when he finds out about her ability. which is really interesting. i definitely think he would figure it out eventually if she doesn't tell him because sukuna has really high intelligence (one of the reasons i love him so much ❤️)

also dang this post made me realize i miss writing, but i legit think i forgot how😭

Wife!Reader who somehow gains the ability to read her husband!Sukuna's thoughts and realising the fact that her usually scowling and mean husband has the sweetest thoughts about her.

'Where the hell is she—Oh, there she is. Hmm, she's watching her favourite show. Isn't she on episode 21?' And then he saunters over, fixing the TV with a disinterested gaze as he asks you: "The hell are you watching, woman?" right before the title card of episode 21 pops up.

'She's shivering. Better turn the thermostat up.' And then he gets up, grumbling and mumbling about why it is so damn cold as he increases the temperature while you hear is thoughts whisper: 'I'm not cold.'

"Sukuna, did you eat the slice of cake I was saving?!" You question your husband sternly while he's lounging on the sofa. At first he denies, but then he relents. "Fine, fine. I'll buy you that cake and won't do it again. Sheesh, woman. I was just hungry." 'Fuck, she's so cute when she's mad. Of course I'm gonna to that again.' And you're left blushing softly and mumble for him to keep his promise and drop the subject.

His 'god I love her so much' when you were laughing at one of his jokes while the two of you were just sitting together and talking. It made you freeze and look at him. You manage to catch the soft and warm expression on his face for just a split second before his lips curled up into a devious smirk. "You're staring too hard, wife. See something you like?"

And the one that caught you off guard the most? When Jin asked the two of you to babysit baby Yuuji. You were rocking him in your arms, cooing at him and singing softly and then out of nowhere you hear his voice go: 'That should be ours, not Jin's. Fuck—yeah—I think it's time we get a brat of our own... Now how the hell do I convince her to get off the pill?' You almost dropped the poor baby from your arms.

You also stop taking your pills later that night.

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“So,” he says. “The girl.” “What girl?” Sukuna grouses. Kenjaku chuckles. “She’s a sorcerer, then?” Kenjaku asks in a light tone. “She mentioned you’ve taken her on as a pupil. Or…do your interests lie elsewhere? Is she your pet, perhaps?” Sukuna’s eyes flare. “If you value your head—which I know is the only thing you value, Kenjaku—you’ll cease your prodding. The girl was hired to entertain, and that is what she does. That she is a sorcerer is of no concern to me.”

The Invitation [𑁍]

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lord!sukuna x virgin f!reader🎀

⚠️ cw : noncon/dubcon, ritual sex, public breeding, double penetration (vaginal + anal), virginity loss, nonhuman anatomy (dual cocks), extreme size kink, pain + blood during sex, overstimulation, sacred/degrading language, cockwarming, somnophilic undertones, body worship, pussy slapping, ass spreading, cum overflow, and group voyeurism. slutshaming, jealousy, and verbal humiliation from other characters. also includes yaoi/mxm (mutual masturbation) between background characters.

this is a dark fantasy work intended for mature audiences only (18+). all characters are adults. reader discretion strongly advised. 36k words♥︎

you came from the kind of place that didn’t even have a name

a wet little patch of farmland carved into the shadow of a valley where no sun touched the fields. they called it softback, not because the people were weak, but because they bent. always. to anything. to nature. to god. to whoever raised a sword.

your father died with a shovel in his hand. your mother was buried in the garden. you had sisters once. now, only shadows in memory.

and then they came

the jugai clan

cursed men born from smoke and slaughter, riding beasts with gold masks and mouths full of blood. they didn’t even have to fight your village. just arrive. the crops withered when their feet touched the dirt. men bled from the eyes before swords were drawn. you watched your uncle hang from the branch you used to tie ribbons on during festivals.

they didn’t take slaves

they took offerings

and you, stupid, soft-spoken, smelling like bread and soap were offered

they stripped you of your name, your place, your innocence, and gave you a new title: maid. not concubine. not bride. not even whore. you served in silence. washed their knives. cleaned the bone fragments from the walls after battles. carried bloody rags to the fire pit and never asked whose blood it was.

but mostly

you cooked

and you served him

the lord

sukuna of the jugai

the demon who wore a man’s skin too well. four-armed. heavy with power, with markings you weren’t allowed to speak of, with a voice that rumbled like a god laughing through smoke.

you’d never seen a creature so handsome

or so terrible

he sat on a throne of fangs. he drank from skulls. and he only ever ate what you brought him

offals. blood-meat. grilled lung. hearts still steaming.

and shujo a fermented wine dark as congealed blood, thick with herbs you didn’t know the name of. it stained your hands red every morning when you strained it.

you stood now, barefoot on the stone, legs trembling under your short pink-stained dress that barely reached your thighs. it was ripped from age, thin from so many washings, clinging to your waist where the apron strings cut into soft skin. your nipples peeked through the front. you knew it. you prayed he wouldn’t notice

you held the tray steady

meat. wine. salt.

he didn’t speak at first. just stared.

his legs were spread wide. one arm braced on the throne’s edge, the other resting casually on his massive thigh. he was shirtless today. only the dark fabric wrapped low around his hips, leaving his carved chest bare. ink writhed across it cursed symbols that almost shimmered, like they could move if you looked too long.

your eyes dropped

you knelt

offered the tray

you placed it down before him like you always did. head bowed. knees aching. eyes on the floor. your fingers brushed the foot of the throne and you whispered

forgive the delay. the heart needed time to boil, my lord

his smirk cut through the silence

a low sound. amused. patronizing.

he picked up the goblet of wine first. sniffed it. the way his lip curled made you shiver

then he drank

slowly

the liquid slid down the side of the cup like blood sliding from a wound

you didn’t dare look up

not even when he clicked his tongue and reached for the meat spearing the heart first, holding it in one hand as he brought it to his mouth, tearing into it like fruit. it was obscene. loud. the chew. the tear. the deep swallow like he was consuming something sacred.

you flinched

he noticed

his voice cracked the air

you know what this is, little maid?

you kept your eyes on the floor

you knew he wasn’t asking about the food

he held the skewer out. the heart glistened in the firelight. his fingers dripped with red

this is one of your people. old, weak. a man with no name and bad knees. screamed like a girl when we dragged him by the tongue

you swallowed hard

your hands were shaking

he grinned

your fear is delicious

his legs shifted. spread further. and from where you knelt, you could see it now

the thick outline beneath the fabric. two. swollen against the dark cloth. bulging with heat. twitching

you squeezed your eyes shut

my women, he said slowly, the ones who bathe in gold and wear snake bones in their hair, they beg to kneel where you are. they offer themselves like pigs

but i tire of whores

you’re better

you’re quiet

soft

terrified

you finally looked up

and he was staring at you like you were meat

no—not meat

a toy he’d been waiting to unwrap

your eyes shouldn’t have lifted but they did, and what you saw made your chest tighten like you’d swallowed a stone. the space between his thighs looked unnatural, swollen with heat beneath the dark, thin cloth, the fabric stretched tight over the thick outline of two distinct lengths—both large, inhumanly so, positioned side by side, barely contained. one rested higher than the other, twitching with lazy pulses like it had a mind of its own. the shape of them was monstrous. not like the boys you’d peeked at during harvest, not like the pale limbs your cousin used to sketch in charcoal. these were heavy. thick. long. divine in a way that felt obscene, as if your eyes had betrayed your soul just for glimpsing them. the air felt hotter. thicker. like something unholy had filled the room the moment your gaze touched them.

you quickly lowered your head, shame burning your cheeks, heart pounding in your chest so loud you swore he could hear it. but it was too late. he’d already noticed the way your pupils dilated. the way your lips parted slightly as your body tensed. the way your breath hitched when the fabric twitched again.

you looked up again. you couldn’t help it. not fully. not to stare but to check. to see if he was still looking at you like that.

and he was.

his eyes were narrow now, glowing faintly in the low torchlight, one mouth curled into a smirk that looked far too pleased. his shoulders relaxed, arms draped on the throne, chest broad and still glistening with heat. he looked like something sculpted from war and lust. inked muscle. bone-deep divinity. you wished he would just order you away. call you pathetic. laugh and return to his meal.

but instead, he spread his legs wider.

his voice was quiet. commanding.

come here.

you blinked.

he didn’t speak again. didn’t need to. your body had already begun to move, hands pressed to the warm stone, knees dragging across the floor as you crawled forward, trembling like a girl being led to slaughter. your head stayed low, but your eyes couldn’t help but flicker to the shadow between his legs, where the cloth shifted—undone now. loose. falling.

you gasped softly.

they hung together, side by side, both long, heavy, thick in a way that made your mouth dry. the top one—darker, thicker, ridged slightly along the sides with faint glowing veins—pulsed slowly, the tip already beading with fluid. the lower was smoother, longer, curving slightly upward, the base engraved with golden markings that shimmered and moved like they were alive, slithering around his flesh like scripture possessed. they both twitched as you stared, the muscles of his thighs flexing slightly, making them sway. it was obscene. monstrous. divine. the scent alone—salt, smoke, blood, musk—made your thighs press together in instinct.

you’re not praying properly, he said flatly, voice rough with amusement.

you stared up at him, confused, lips parted, shaking your head slightly like a frightened lamb.

i—i don’t—

his upper right hand reached forward, grabbed your chin between two fingers, and lifted your face toward the thick lengths in front of you. his thumb rubbed slowly over your lower lip, smearing the faint trace of oil and blood still lingering from the meal.

you want to serve your god, don’t you?

you nodded quickly, too afraid to speak.

his lower left hand wrapped around the base of both cocks at once, squeezing lightly, pressing them together until the tips aligned, glistening and fat, one drooling thick viscous fluid down the shaft of the other. he let them rest against your cheek with a heavy, warm slap—making you flinch, shiver, tremble in place. your eyes welled. you couldn’t breathe properly. the weight of them on your face, the smell, the heat—it overwhelmed every part of your mind.

then pray.

you opened your mouth to respond but he slapped them gently against your lips, smearing them wet across your face until your cheeks glistened with pre-cum and saliva.

no. properly.

his voice dropped lower.

say the prayer.

you didn’t know what he meant. you looked up at him helplessly, lips trembling, hands cupped in front of you like you were begging for scraps, voice breaking in your throat. he didn’t move. didn’t blink. just watched you struggle, watched you twitch and whimper, watched your eyes flit between the two cocks hanging so close to your lips you could taste the salt in the air.

his thumb slid down your chin. pressed between your hands. he curled your fingers around his shaft and guided both your palms to cup the base—warm, heavy, pulsing.

now.

say it.

you swallowed hard.

your voice shook. cracked. but you said it.

my god with two cocks, you whispered, eyes wide, breath shallow. my mouth is small but my devotion is wide. let me serve. let me worship.

he grunted softly.

keep going.

your lips parted more.

your hands gripped him tighter.

may i be your altar, you whispered, tears streaking your face. may my lips honor both your heads. may my tongue learn your taste. may my throat be soft. may my tears be sweet. may my fear please you. may my spit clean you.

he groaned. deeper. his thighs tensed. his cocks twitched again in your hands.

i worship the ridged one for pain, you whispered, choking slightly as he nudged the thicker cock toward your mouth, pressing the tip to your lips. and the smooth one for blessing.

i worship the left one for wrath. and the right one for mercy.

he grabbed the back of your head with one hand, fisting your hair.

open.

you obeyed.

and both tips slid across your tongue

your mouth parts slowly and his grip tightens in your hair, forcing you closer until both tips rest heavy on your tongue. they’re hot. pulsing. one tastes like salt and metal, the other like bitter smoke and something darker—almost sweet. your tongue flinches under the weight, caught between them as they rub against your lips, smearing slick down your chin. he doesn’t push in yet. he just holds your face there, cock tips grinding together against your mouth until your lips glisten with it. the scent alone makes your stomach clench, too rich, too thick. your eyes water, your jaw trembles.

go on then, he murmurs, voice thick with filth and command. pray, little shrine. let me hear it through that sweet little mouth.

you try. your voice is broken already, muffled, mouth spread around both swollen tips as they grind against your tongue, fat and heavy and leaking into your throat. but you speak. you whisper it, words soft and tear-soaked, prayers cracked in half by choking sounds and wet gags.

m-may your cocks fill me with purpose… may my tongue be… anhk… shaped by devotion…

your lips stretch wider as he angles them down, pushing just slightly, just enough to part your mouth open until your jaw aches. the smooth one drags across the ridged one, both heads rubbing against each other and your tongue, grinding wet and slow while your voice gets softer, more pathetic, more sacred.

m-my throat is yours… my lips… for worship… i-i am just… your shrine…

your eyes roll back slightly as a thick drop of his cum drips straight down your tongue, salty and hot and wrong. your knees slide wider on the stone, thighs trembling. you’re drooling, tears mixing with spit, your own slick dripping between your legs just from the weight of him on your tongue, the taste, the sound of your prayer dissolving into whimpers.

he groans low, pleased, his thumb stroking the corner of your mouth as you shake.

that’s right. keep praying. keep choking on it. filthy little maid’s got more faith in her tongue than any whore in my court.

you whimper again, cheeks hollowing as you try to suck them both, tongue squirming between the two heads, hot fluid spilling down your throat in thick spurts every time he rubs the tips together. it’s messy. it’s loud. it’s shameful. and you don’t stop.

bl-bless me with both heads… fill my mouth with your wrath… let my tongue cleanse your divinity… may my tears… ahn… may my tears be your offering—

he laughs—dark, cruel, rumbling from his chest like thunder wrapped in smoke—and grabs both cocks in one hand, slapping them across your lips. hard. fast. again and again. the wet sound echoes off the temple walls. your jaw drops uselessly, tongue dangling, your soft whines barely audible beneath the thick, slick smacks.

look at this. worshipping like she was made for it. mouth open, drooling like an animal, and she still remembers the prayer. good little thing. so scared, so soft… and still begging to serve.

he jerks his cocks against your face, smearing them across your nose, cheeks, forehead, marking you in thick, dripping strings that slide down your chin and onto your chest. you’re gasping now, trying to keep your mouth open for him, trying not to cry harder, and still you whisper the broken words through wet lips.

b-bless the left for breaking me… bless the right for holding me… i-i offer my breath… my voice… my fear… all to your cocks… only to your cocks…

his voice is a growl now, both mouths curling in satisfaction.

that’s what i like to hear. that’s my girl. cry for it. beg for it. let them feel your prayer down your throat.

he pushes the ridged cock in

just the tip. just enough to stretch your mouth wide, to press against your tongue and rub the dripping slit over your tastebuds, fucking slow against the back of your throat. your eyes cross. your lips quiver. you sob around it.

and still you pray.

your voice is muffled. wet. broken.

l-lord of both lengths… please bless my body… fill my mouth, my throat… i-i’m your shrine—

you gag. choke. swallow it down like it’s sacred.

he grins, hand in your hair, both cocks slapping against your tear-stained cheeks.

you are now.

you’re my shrine.

and shrines are meant to be filled.

he stays on the throne—legs spread wide, cocks resting heavy between them, his bottom arms draped across the armrests, upper right stroking his thick shaft with the kind of lazy rhythm that says he’s not in a rush. like your shaking little body is nothing more than entertainment. something to admire. something to use when the wine gets low and the ache in his cock returns.

you’re still kneeling, tits bare and bouncing slow between your hands. the straps of your dress have slipped off your shoulders completely now, the fabric bunched useless around your waist, hips exposed, thighs parted wide over the stone like you’ve done this a thousand times. like you know how he likes it. you don’t. but your body’s learning. your tits rise and fall, nipples tight, and your cunt’s bare now—soft lips spread open by the position of your knees, the downy hairs wet and clinging to your skin with sweat and slick.

his voice is thick with smoke

you keep that prayer going, little thing. don’t stop. not until you’ve earned your god’s hand.

you gasp—just slightly—as your fingers keep pressing into your tits, squeezing, bouncing, offering. your voice trembles as you moan under your breath, eyes locked on him, on the way his thick fingers stroke the top shaft slow, his thumb smearing the dripping head with lazy, wet circles.

i… i give you everything… my body… my tits… my holes… all yours, my lord… all yours to use…

your thighs quiver. your cunt pulses open. your stomach rolls slightly when you breathe in—soft and vulnerable, the kind of belly that shifts when you move, that bends when you kneel. you’re not holding yourself tight anymore. you’ve let go. it jiggles softly when you shake your tits for him, every movement uncoordinated, needy, humiliated.

he groans.

his upper left hand grabs the goblet of shujo, the thick, sacred wine reserved only for blood feasts and divine rites. the scent hits you instantly—rich, metallic, deep with spice and something sharp. it doesn’t smell like drink. it smells like something that shouldn’t be touched. his eyes don’t leave yours as he lifts the cup and tips it slowly forward.

you flinch

the wine splashes across your chest in a thick line, dark and hot, sliding between your tits and down the curve of your belly. you gasp out loud, arching slightly, thighs twitching as the liquid pools between your legs. more spills. it trails down the insides of your thighs, mixing with the slick already gathered there, sliding toward the floor like a ritual spilled too soon.

you moan again

a-ah… my lord…

his voice stays low, smug

you like that, don’t you. my filthy little creature. offering her tits like an altar and whining when i pour something holy down her front. go on then. rub it in. show me how grateful you are to be blessed.

your hands obey without thought. you grab your tits, slick with wine, and squeeze—pressing them together, sliding your palms over your nipples, down toward your belly. your fingers dip lower. they reach your cunt. you spread your lips with your own hands now—slow, wide, shaking.

your pussy’s puffy, swollen, wet, hair clinging to your skin in patches as your fingers part it open like it’s nothing sacred at all. you’re offering him everything now. wine. tits. bush. lips. cunt. belly. nothing hidden. nothing left.

your voice cracks as you keep praying

i’m your woman… your creature… made to worship with my body… my tits are yours… my pussy’s yours… i spread for your eyes only…

he groans again, louder this time. his hand jerks a little faster on his cock, precum smearing across the shaft in thick, messy strokes. his eyes are fixed on your belly now—the way it rolls every time you breathe in, every time your hips twitch. the softness of it. the way it would look stretched full with his seed, rounded from a curse too deep to carry alone.

his voice is a growl now, heavy, full of filth

this is what i made you for. not for prayer. not for purity. for this. shaking your tits for your god while your cunt drips down your legs. spreading those lips and begging me to see what i made. you’re nothing but my woman now. my shrine. my dripping little thing.

your fingers are soaked. your thighs ache. your face is glazed with tears and cum and shame, and still your voice doesn’t stop.

thank you… thank you… i’m yours… always yours…

his grip tightens. his cock jerks once. hard.

and the goblet tilts again.

more wine spills—across your tits, your belly, your mound, your thighs—until your whole body glistens in red. until you’re soaked in it. until you look like something born from sacrifice. and his voice hits you like a curse

stay open like that, little slut. don’t move. i’m not done blessing you yet.

faster.

his voice is low but sharp, thick with expectation. it cuts through the thick air, and your whole body jerks with it. your hands move immediately—clumsy, frantic—palms cupping your tits as you start to shake them faster, bouncing them for him in messy, desperate rhythm. they slap lightly against your chest, wet with wine and sweat, your skin flushed and slick. you gasp between moans, your breathing uneven, but you obey. you bounce them harder. offer them. squeeze and jiggle them like your body was built for this—for performance, for ritual, for display.

part those thighs wider.

his tone turns rougher, amused and condescending at once.

spread it for me, slut. show your god the mess you made.

your knees slide wider on the stone until your inner thighs stretch open, trembling, slick running down to the floor in sticky lines. your cunt pulses, raw and puffy and soaked, hair sticking to the mess, everything parted so wide it stings. the movement of your hips makes your belly roll again, soft and honest, the curve of it rising and falling with each sharp breath. you don’t hide it. you can’t. there’s nothing left to hide.

he grabs the goblet again, still half full with shujo, the dark, heavy wine made from crushed herbs and cursed fruit, fermented thick as blood. the scent hits you as soon as he lifts it—spicy, pungent, sacred—and then he tips it again, slow and deliberate, pouring it straight down your front.

the wine splashes across your tits in a hot line, dripping between them, soaking your nipples, trailing down your stomach and splashing over your mound. you cry out softly, arching from the sudden heat, cunt twitching from the shock of it.

he groans under his breath as he watches the red streaks run down your pussy, disappearing between your parted lips like the earth drinking it.

keep praying, he mutters, fisting the base of his cock now, stroking lazily, thumb running over the leaking head.

let me hear it, woman. moan it like you mean it. tell your god what you’re ready for.

you tilt your head back, voice shaking as you begin again, moaning the words like a prayer, like a chant, like a whimper turned inside out.

t-thank you, my lord… thank you for the wine… for your gaze… for letting me offer… this body’s yours… this cunt is yours… please bless me—bless my holes—i’m ready—i’m open—

his cocks jerk in his fists, veins bulging, both heads fat and leaking now. he strokes both with separate hands, lazy and amused, watching you sob the words like a worshiper too drunk to remember her own name.

his legs shift.

his voice drops low.

look at you… tits bouncing, pussy spread, wine dripping down your gut like you were meant for sacrifice. this is what you were made for. my slut. my shrine. my dripping little thing. you want the blessing? then keep going. make those tits bounce for your god. moan it louder.

you sob. you moan. your voice breaks completely.

please… i want it… i want your cum, my god… i want to be marked… soaked… used—

he stands.

and you go quiet

his full height towers over you, massive and terrible, both cocks still in his fists, shining with his spit and your prayer. his chest heaves with breath. his four arms flex as he strokes both shafts, pre-cum trailing down his fingers, dripping onto the stone. his cock tips are flushed, twitching, fat, almost angry. his eyes never leave your chest. your open legs. your trembling thighs and soaked mound, glistening with red wine and devotion.

he grunts deep in his chest

then steps forward

and with a low, brutal growl, he strokes both cocks hard and lets it go

the first hot, thick splash lands across your tits—rope after rope of white streaking across your chest, mixing with wine, sliding between the curves. more hits your face, your mouth, your chin. another burst paints your stomach. more hits your open cunt, messy and raw, soaking into the hair and dripping between your spread lips.

your mouth falls open in a silent moan as the heat splashes down your belly, across your thighs, between your legs like a storm.

his voice drops, thick and possessive

that’s what a real offering looks like. open. covered. silent with worship.

he steps closer, cocks still twitching, hand now dragging the thick mess from your chest down to your cunt.

he watches the last drops of his cum drip down your thighs before he finally exhales and steps back. the heat still clings to your skin, your body trembling under it, sticky and flushed, wine trailing down your chest in wet, red streaks. your hands are still between your thighs, holding yourself open like he told you, like you’re afraid to move without permission.

his voice breaks the silence, low and smooth now, full of something colder—more deliberate.

go bathe.

you blink, confused, your lips still parted. the wine still stains your tits. your cunt is soaked. the floor beneath you is ruined with a mixture of your own slick, his cum, and sacred wine.

you swallow, voice soft and dazed.

n-now…?

he chuckles. not kind. not mocking. just… sure.

you’ll wash this mess off your skin and return to your duties like you’re still just a maid. just a little offering in the kitchen. you’ll carry trays. pour wine. clean blood. serve the women who envy you and don’t even know why.

you nod slowly, eyes wide, looking up at him from your knees, lips still wet, thighs still trembling.

and tonight, he says, i’ll call you to my chambers. you’ll knock on my door, naked and clean, and you’ll walk in knowing what you’re there for.

you blink again, cheeks flushing darker.

his voice lowers, rougher now. slower.

you’ll crawl to my bed and you’ll spread those thighs the way you did just now. only this time, they won’t close again. not until you’ve been opened. truly opened. until my cocks are so deep in you that you forget how small you used to be.

your breath catches. you clench without meaning to. your voice cracks.

i-i’m still a virgin…

he smirks.

i know.

you shift your thighs awkwardly, heart pounding now.

but m-my pussy’s… it’s not like the other women… i-it’s smaller… and you’re—y-you’re…

you look at his cock again, still half-hard, still twitching. still enormous. bigger than anything you’ve ever seen. thicker than any man you’ve served in the clan. he’s not just a man. he’s your god. and the difference shows in every inch.

he crouches slightly, one hand reaching forward—just enough to drag his fingers up your belly, over the soft curve of it, pressing lightly into the place where your womb waits untouched.

you’ll take it.

his voice is low. absolute.

you’ll stretch for your god like you were made for it. you’ll cry. you’ll tremble. and then you’ll bond with my cocks. fully. permanently.

he leans closer, his fingers brushing between your tits now, slow and almost reverent, smearing the last trace of wine across your nipple.

after tonight, you’ll be more than a servant. more than a girl with soft tits and nervous prayers. you’ll be mine. my little bonded woman. my shrine. my cunt to use when the hunger comes back.

you whimper under your breath, shivering as his fingers trail back down again, dragging through the mess between your legs one last time.

until then, he says as he rises back up to his full height, you serve the clan like always. wear that thin little dress. walk past the women who think they’re worth more than you. carry my food. pour my wine. and remember this:

after tonight

you will not walk straight again

you’ll feel me in your stomach

in your throat

in your fucking thoughts

he turns, walking back to the throne, hands loose at his sides, voice echoing through the hall

you belong to your god now

and tonight, you’ll prove it

the wine dried sticky between your thighs.

the scent of it clung to your skin all day, even after you tried to scrub it off in the servants’ basin. no matter how much you washed, it stayed—bitter and dark and heady, soaked into your hair, into the dress he’d ruined. you changed into another, but it didn’t help. the fabric was thinner. older. your nipples stayed hard beneath it. your thighs stuck when you walked. you looked ruined. used. and it showed.

the men noticed first.

he wasn’t even gone a full hour before the blonde one cornered you outside the main hall, the tray still in your hands. his voice was deep and animal, dripping with amusement as his thick fingers gripped the tray and pushed it aside like it was nothing.

dirty little human, he growled, baring those sharp, shining fangs as his white eyes narrowed. you reek of him. did he let you touch it?

his claws reached for your tits—grabbing both through the thin fabric, shaking them roughly, like they belonged to him. you gasped, squealed, trying to jerk away, but he just laughed, licking his lips while they pressed together beneath his hands, your nipples visible and aching through the cloth.

the other one, the wolfish dark-haired one, stepped up behind you, dragging his nails up the back of your thigh, breathing against your ear.

you let him fill you yet, little soft thing?

his fingers slid under your skirt and parted your thighs casually, snickering as you clamped them shut, whimpering.

s-soon…

you whispered it without thinking.

both of them laughed—deep, feral, teeth bared.

no wonder you’re walking like a dumb little offering. he marked you and didn’t even fuck you yet. pathetic human slut.

they only stopped when footsteps passed, when an older male walked by and glared.

they let you go, but not before the blonde leaned down and whispered into your ear, low and growling.

once you’re broken in, you’ll see. none of us are gentle. we were never made to be.

you stumbled away, heart pounding, lips trembling, your body flushed and aching and afraid. you spent the rest of the day preparing food for the women of the Jugai—the cursed clan who ruled this mountain like gods of rot and war.

you weren’t allowed to speak to them.

just serve.

they sat in the high chamber, draped in black silks and animal bone, their bodies tall and sharp and terrifying. their jaws were too wide, their voices low and raspy. their smiles were fangs. every time you walked past, their eyes followed your chest. your thighs. your belly. you felt it. sensed it.

and then they smelled it.

the tall one with the split lip leaned in too close as you poured wine into her carved obsidian cup. her nose flared.

that’s shujo.

your hands froze. the jug trembled.

she grinned slowly, voice curling around the others like smoke.

the lord’s wine. on a human maid. how curious.

they didn’t need a signal. it happened fast.

your tray was smacked to the ground, the silver crashing loud as meat and blood hit the stone. one grabbed your arm. another gripped your chin, tilting your head sharply.

you think you’re better than us, little mortal cunt? think he wants you? do you know how many holes we’ve had split for him? do you know what we can take?

one slapped you.

hard. across the cheek.

your vision blurred. your knees buckled.

you tried to speak, to apologize, to plead—i’m just a maid, i-i didn’t ask, i didn’t—

another grabbed the back of your head and yanked.

you want to look like his woman? then we’ll give you a haircut.

your scream cracked the air as the blade caught just under your ear—only a small piece cut, one strand—but it was enough to make your whole body shake.

you sobbed, twisting, thrashing in their arms, trying to crawl away.

please—p-please don’t—i didn’t mean to—i didn’t—i-i’m still a virgin—i didn’t let him—he hasn’t even—

and then

the room went silent.

a sound like thunder struck the stone

he was there

no warning

no roar

just the air itself splitting

sukuna stood in the doorway

shoulders squared

four arms relaxed at his sides

his chest bare, cocks still heavy beneath the dark cloth wrapped low on his hips

his face unreadable

his eyes dark

and the women let you go immediately

one stumbled backward

another dropped the blade

no one spoke

you were still on your knees, crying, your dress torn, your cheek red, one lock of your hair lying on the floor next to the meat.

his gaze didn’t move from them.

his voice was so calm it made your skin crawl.

which one touched her first?

not a single breath moved

you whimpered behind your palm

his upper left hand lifted slowly

and the women bowed instantly, their heads to the ground, murmuring apologies in a language not meant for your ears

he stepped forward

and they all stepped back

you kept crying

and he didn’t look at you yet

because he wasn’t finished deciding what he’d do to them

the silence stretched until it ached.

you were still crying. curled on your knees near the fallen tray, the severed strand of your hair clinging to your cheek. your chest was bare beneath the torn dress. the wine had dried sticky down your stomach. your thighs were trembling from the ache of being forced open so long. but no one touched you now.

they were too afraid.

sukuna stood still at the center of the chamber, arms lowered, jaw tense, his head cocked slightly to the side as if waiting for one of them to speak first.

and one did.

the tall one with the cracked horns stepped forward, fists clenched at her sides. she wore bone piercings and dried blood along her jawline, her voice rough with years of unspoken entitlement.

this isn’t fair.

his head didn’t move.

she swallowed hard, continuing

we were made for you. born into the jugai. born with fangs. cursed blood. we trained. stretched. prepared ourselves to take what no human could. we were raised for it.

he said nothing.

she glanced toward you, wrinkling her nose

and now you give it to her? a soft-bellied, sobbing thing with legs that shake from a single pour of shujo?

he still didn’t look at her.

you started to whimper again

his cocks twitched under the cloth

we’ve kept our wombs open for you, another spat, stepping forward, eyes wild. she was thinner, older, with scars along her thighs. her voice broke with bitter rage.

we stuffed ourselves with horn. fisted each other. bled for the stretch. we prayed for your seed. and you ignored us.

you still do.

we’re your kind.

and she’s not

his gaze finally shifted

his upper right arm lifted slowly

and pointed to you

that’s why.

his voice was cold

grounded

like stone rolling uphill

because she is not one of you

he looked back at the women now, his eyes sharp, his smirk gone

you were born wanting status. not me. you stretch for glory. not for need. you parade your loosened holes like offering plates, and you think i should choose you because of it?

the cracked-horned one snarled

she’ll never survive you

sukuna chuckled

that’s the point

his upper left hand slid down his own chest, lazily scratching the skin just above his cocks

i don’t want a mate who trains to take me

i want a woman who breaks

the two men behind you snickered

the blonde one with the fangs lean forward, eyes gleaming

guess it’s her season then

the wolfish one licked his thumb, watching sukuna’s fingers twitch

the women stepped closer, snarling now

you’re a god. and gods are meant to bond with their own blood. not some weak little virgin crying because she lost a strand of hair

they were trembling—not from fear, but rage. years of rejection poured into this moment, and it cracked.

you chose her for yourself. but what does it give the rest of us?

sukuna’s gaze sharpened, and he stepped forward once, heavy

the rest of you?

you saw his shoulders rise with the breath he took, the shift of his weight like a weapon being drawn from a sheath

you don’t get me.

he nodded toward you

she does

she didn’t ask.

she didn’t beg.

she trembled.

she served.

and when i spilled my wine and my seed across her body, she didn’t claw for more

she opened her thighs

his voice dropped lower

because she was made for me.

the women hissed

so we should just disappear now? waste away because you want to breed a human?

his cocks twitched again at the word

and finally he turned fully, all four arms flexing at his sides, jaw tight

i never told you to exist for me

i never told you to stretch your holes for me

i never asked for your training. your blood. your desperate hands in the dark.

you trained to be bragged about

not bonded

he looked at them all

and tonight—while you all sleep dry and bitter in your beds—

she will be full

not just with me

but from me

he stepped toward you now, towering over your ruined, trembling form, reaching one hand to grip your chin. his thumb pressed into your cheek, tilting your tear-stained face up toward him. his other hand brushed your shoulder, curling around your neck.

you will bathe again

and you will come to me at moonrise

he leaned down, breath hot against your face

and when i’m done with you, they won’t even remember their own names

just the sound you make when i put both cocks in you

his tongue flicked along your bottom lip, slow

and when they hear you cry from my chambers, they’ll remember what it means to be chosen

you whimpered softly, trying to breathe, whispering

b-but i… i haven’t even—i-it won’t fit…

he smiled

then make space for your god, woman

you were built to hold me

and tonight, you will.

and tonight they oiled your body until it glistened.

your skin was soft already—human soft—but under the layers of crushed fruit and sacred roots, your thighs shone when you moved. your tits swayed gently as you breathed, nipples tight from the cold. your mound was full and untouched, hair damp and brushed flat, the flesh between your legs already aching before a single step had been taken.

you stood before the mirror in the ritual chamber, barefoot and dripping.

the jugai priestesses didn’t speak.

they painted your shoulders with crushed ash and wine. they tied your hair up high, leaving your neck bare. they dragged the oil down the curve of your belly, down over your cunt, your inner thighs, the backs of your knees. every part of you was exposed. prepared.

you weren’t wrapped.

you weren’t veiled.

you were meant to be seen.

because tonight, you wouldn’t just be entered. you would be bonded.

and the whole clan would witness it.

the walk to the throne chamber was silent.

until the doors opened.

then came the sound.

gasps. snarls. curses.

the women of the jugai—tall, sharp-faced, muscular and lean, with scarred thighs and eyes like wolves—spat at the floor as soon as they saw you. some hissed. one of them growled so loud it echoed. others turned their faces away, trembling.

she’s a disgrace.

she’s an insult.

she’s not even one of us.

but it was the sound of crying that shook the walls.

low, bitter sobs from one of the elders, her head bowed as she muttered that it wasn’t supposed to be this way. that gods were meant to mate with their own. that once bonded, he’d never return to them. never enter them again. that this human would take what none of them could keep.

and across the chamber—the men

they’d already started stroking themselves.

some standing. some seated.

massive cocks thick in their fists, gripped tight and leaking.

the moment your oiled thighs stepped across the stone, they twitched. their tongues slid across sharp teeth. eyes locked on your tits, the bounce of them with each step, the jiggle of your belly as your hips moved, the sway of your ass as you walked naked and alone toward the throne.

sukuna was already seated.

waiting.

his four arms relaxed, his body massive and still. his thighs spread wide. both cocks hard, fully bare, resting upright against the heavy muscle of his abdomen. the ridged one throbbed with heat. the longer one curved toward his navel. both were wet at the tip.

you stepped forward.

you reached him.

and you knelt.

your knees touched the cold stone just beneath the steps of his throne, legs spread, thighs glistening and open. your hands cupped together, palms lifted toward him. your head bowed. your mouth parted.

and you began to pray.

my lord of blood and ruin… i offer myself to stretch. to bleed. to tear open for your name. my human flesh was made to wrap your cocks. my pussy was made to cry your seed. let me swell with your mark. let my womb be ruined by divinity. i am nothing but a hole you made to be filled.

you moaned softly between the words, your voice shaking, tears already starting to gather as the crowd murmured and shifted.

i offer my tits to bounce for your glory. my belly to bulge for your wrath. my cunt to split for your kingdom. let the men stroke to the sight of your claiming. let the women weep for what they’ll never taste. let your cocks breed me to the bone.

your lips trembled. your eyes flicked up.

his cocks twitched.

the room fell to silence.

sukuna leaned forward.

his voice was calm.

low.

measured.

this… is your god’s decision.

his eyes drifted across the crowd

you trained for decades. you fought each other. you cursed her name. and still, it is her whose scent drove me feral. it is her who opened her thighs without demand. who prayed with her tits. who cried instead of begged.

his hand wrapped slowly around his cocks, one in each upper hand, stroking them lazily.

you think this is weakness?

you think softness can’t own a god?

his voice dropped lower

then watch what happens when i slide into her tight, human cunt

he looked down at you now

stand.

present.

and let them all see what a real offering looks like.

your knees hit the first step of his throne and before you can even breathe, he’s pulling you up with one hand—strong, sharp fingers wrapping around your waist, lifting you effortlessly like you’re nothing more than a vessel filled with heat. your body slides up into his lap, thighs spreading over his massive legs, your bare skin sinking into the warmth of his flesh. he’s so big underneath you. everywhere. the heat of him radiates through your ass, through your spine, through the slick mess between your legs.

his lower arms hold your thighs open.

his upper hands are busy stroking both of his cocks.

you feel them press against you—one thick, ridged, pulsing against your soft belly pouch, gliding slow up and down your oiled skin with every stroke. the other resting hard and fat beneath you, heavy under your ass, twitching every time you shift your weight. both are glistening now, soaked in his pre-cum, wet and hot and marking you with each drag.

you can’t stop shaking.

his skin is so much hotter than yours, his breath slow and unbothered as he lifts the goblet of shujo again, sipping from it lazily, wine slipping between his fangs.

around you, the room begins to chant.

deep. layered. rhythmic.

bond her. breed her. claim the cunt.

the voices echo off the walls like drums, rattling the bones in your knees.

the women are silent now—some in rage, others weeping, one biting her own palm.

but the men…

in the corner of the chamber, the wolf-haired boy and the blonde fanged one are pressed together, panting. their bodies are slick with sweat, massive cocks thick and twitching in their fists. they’re stroking together, side by side, their leaking heads pressed against each other, smeared in pre-cum and spit. they grind the swollen tips together like it’s instinct, like they can’t help it, eyes locked on the way your stomach bulges slightly under sukuna’s shaft.

she looks so full already, the blonde murmurs, fangs dragging along his bottom lip.

gods, the wolf whispers, his jaw brushing the blonde’s shoulder, one hand cupping his balls as he strokes harder. i’d fuck her with you right now if he let us.

they kiss. slow, sloppy. hands never stop moving. cocks pressed, leaking, twitching. they grind harder as they moan into each other’s mouths.

fucking lucky, the blonde groans, biting his lip.

so soft… so ruined already…

back on the throne, sukuna’s fingers press harder against your thighs.

his wine still in one hand, he slides the other down, sharp black nails dragging slowly across the slick curve of your mound, tracing your bush with deliberate care. he doesn’t part your lips yet. he just circles. rubs. teases.

your hips twitch.

your thighs try to close—but he holds them open.

his voice is calm, almost amused.

so this is what the gods of man crave. this little patch. this unshaved cunt. this weak, twitching slit. they think they invented worship—but this…

he runs one thick finger slowly through your bush again, nails scraping gently, spreading the hair, feeling the heat beneath it.

this is real worship.

he leans forward slightly, both cocks pulsing beneath you, smearing more pre-cum over your belly, your thighs, your lower back. his breath brushes your neck.

open it for me.

you whimper, nodding, hands sliding between your legs. your fingers part your lips slowly, revealing the sticky, wet mess beneath your mound. your pussy is soft. puffy. untouched. twitching as the air hits it. the lips part gently, slick stretching with your fingers. your clit pulses in the center, already sensitive, already aching.

he stares at it.

you don’t breathe.

his fingers move again—one thick digit pressing between your folds, dragging up the seam, collecting slick, smearing it. he rubs it back down, slow, curling it around your entrance, pushing—not inside. just pressure.

his other hand grips the base of both his cocks again, squeezing them as they twitch.

his voice is thicker now.

you’re gonna stretch this for both. you’re gonna cry and you’re gonna thank me for it. you’ll bleed all over my lap and still you’ll keep your thighs open.

you’ll bounce your tits for your god even while they ache from being pulled.

your hips jerk when his finger flicks your clit.

the crowd chants louder.

bond her. breed her. break the hole.

he smirks.

they want to see you split.

and i’m going to give them everything.

his hand spreads your lips wider, using his thumbs to press your cunt open as the fat, ridged head of his cock begins to nudge against your entrance. it’s hot. swollen. too big. just the tip is enough to force your body to lock up.

you squeal, back arching, wine-slick belly trembling as your hands slap against his chest. your thighs twitch, your hole spasming as it tries to close around him, as if it’s never felt something so violent.

he grunts—low, breath hot against your neck—as his cock begins to sink into you.

slow

deep

unstoppable

the crowd goes silent

your mouth drops open in a broken scream.

n-no no no mmmpffh! s’too big—ahh—i can’t—

your voice catches as the stretch burns through your lower belly, sharp and raw and impossible. your pussy clamps down so tight it feels like you’re going to split. you can feel the ridges of his cock dragging through your walls, forcing space where there isn’t any, shoving deeper than anything should.

you scream again.

he’s not even halfway in.

someone in the crowd gasps

another woman hisses—she can’t take it. she’s too small. she’ll rip—

a man strokes harder

you can hear the wet slap of cocks being fisted, the breathless moans of the jugai men losing their minds over the way your soft, trembling, untouched human hole is trying to swallow that god-sized cock.

sukuna doesn’t stop

his hands grip your thighs tighter, claws digging into the flesh. his voice is thick and hoarse, his breath fanning over your ear as he presses deeper, inch by inch, stretching you around him.

there you go… just like that… fuck, look at you… takin’ it like a proper bonded little slut…

you sob, legs shaking, cunt fluttering around his cock as your body spasms from the burn.

blood

you feel it

a small tear, somewhere inside, sharp and hot—but he doesn’t stop. he growls as he feels it.

mmfghgh… y-you’re too big… my god… my husband… too big… m’pussy so small—

he groans like it makes him harder

fuckin tight… this sweet pussy was made for me… made for this cock… so good for me… fuck you’re gripping like it knows

he leans forward, licks the sweat off your collarbone with his long, sharp tongue—hot and wet, dragging up your neck slowly, tasting the salt of your fear and the blood of your stretch.

you whimper under him

his cock pushes deeper

the stretch gets worse

you can feel the whole shape of him inside—every throb, every ridge, every twitch

and he still hasn’t bottomed out

mmmpf… m’gonna die… it’s… it’s in my belly… it’s touching everything… s-so deep…

he groans

you feel it in your gut now—his cock dragging along your walls, reshaping your insides. and then he begins to thrust. slow. heavy. grinding deep and back, deep and back, like your cunt was just a home for him to ruin.

the crowd moans with you

men whimper. fangs bite lips. one of them shoots cum across the floor just watching your stomach bulge with the shape of him.

the women gasp

one cries again

sukuna’s hands grip your thighs tighter—pulling you down harder, forcing more of his cock into your twitching, bleeding, overstretched pussy.

his voice rumbles through your whole body

that’s it… make it mine… cry for it… moan louder… let them hear what bonding sounds like…

you were moaning and whining like a dumb, slutty offering

ahhh—ohh fuck—f-fuckkkk m-my god—ahh mmm i’m stretching i’m—i’m your pussy—i-i’m yours—yours only—hurts so good—

he growls into your skin

you’re mine forever now

say it

you sob

i’m your woman… your slutty bonded pussy… n-never leaving… stretch me more—

he licks your jaw, tongue sliding up your cheek, growling as he fucks deeper, wet sounds echoing around the chamber

and the crowd chants again

bond her. fuck her. fill the hole.

he lifts you without effort, like your body weighs nothing—even soaked in sweat, cum, wine, and oil. your thighs dangle open. your belly jiggles when he adjusts your hips. his hands are heavy and huge, one on your waist, the other wrapped around your thigh as he positions you above him again—one cock still buried in your dripping pussy, the other hard and twitching, lined up behind your ass, glazed in slick and pressing against the tightness there with slow, cruel pressure.

your voice breaks before he even enters.

mmph—d-don’t—i can’t—m’so full already—

but he doesn’t stop.

he presses both cocks in at once—one dragging through your overstretched cunt, the other breaching your ass with a deep, wet push that makes your spine jolt. your holes clamp down, spasming, your body twitching in his hands as you cry out, cock-drunk and overwhelmed. the stretch is unbearable. perfect. both holes locked wide around his length, soft skin pulled taut between them, your slick cunt drooling around his ridged shaft while your ass clamps hard around the smoother one, tight and hot and suffocating.

he growls against your back, biting your shoulder as he sinks you down

your stomach bulges

the cock inside your pussy pushes so deep it shows—bulging just under your navel, round and tight and twitching with every grind of his hips. you can feel it. see it. every time he thrusts, it rolls under your skin, presses against your belly wall, makes your body lurch with shameful pleasure.

the crowd moans with you.

his cocks start to move—slow, heavy thrusts that grind your insides open with every bounce. your pussy makes loud, wet noises with every drag—sloppy, humiliating farts—the kind that echo. wet and messy and hot. pop, pop, pop with every bounce as your hole tries to suck him deeper and deeper.

you’re crying again

your moans stutter

your voice is high, bratty, dumb

mmnghhn—c-can’t—fuck m’pussy s’noisy—hurts but feels s’good—mmmnnngghh—your cocks—ahh—m’goddd—

you can barely speak. your head lolls. your tits bounce with each thrust, slick with wine and sweat, nipples swollen from the pressure. your hands claw at his thighs, at your own belly, feeling the outline of his cock inside you like it’s trying to reshape your body from the inside out.

and he praises you for it

his voice is low, breath hot against your ear

such good fuckin holes… soft and tight and human… not like those stretched out clan whores… your pussy’s not loose and wasted… it’s mine. made for me. for this.

he thrusts up harder and your ass twitches around him, squeezing tight

he licks up your spine, his tongue long and wet, leaving a trail of heat as he groans into your neck

fuckin perfect. s’why you were chosen. to take both. to squirt all over your god’s lap while the whores scream.

behind you, in the corner of the hall, the two men stroke harder

the blonde’s fangs dig into his lip, his fist moving over his cock in wet, messy pumps

the wolf-haired boy grinds his thick shaft against the blonde’s tip, both heads drooling as they rub in slow circles, smearing their precum together

you hear the moans

feel their eyes on you

so fuckin pretty, the wolf whispers, licking the blonde’s nipple, sucking it between his lips while his cock twitches between them

s’not fair… he gets both holes…

the blonde groans, gripping the wolf’s cock, jerking it hard until it throbs

but he lets us watch… lets us see her pussy bounce… her tits jiggle…

they press their tips together tighter

the wolf moans as he cums first—thick white ropes shooting across the blonde’s cock, dripping between their hands

the blonde strokes through it, grunting

they worship you like a goddess

and still—sukuna keeps bouncing you

his hands grip your hips, slamming your body down on both cocks until your cunt squirts, your ass clamps, and your voice cracks into sobs

ahhhn—ahh fuck—m’his!—m’yours—god—husband—lord—

he licks your tears

moans into your ear

yes you are

my bonded little slut

and they’ll never get to touch you

they’ll only watch

only chant

only stroke their cocks while your human cunt milks me

and the crowd moans

chants grow louder.

fuck her. breed her. fill the belly.

his breathing changed first

you felt it—how his chest pressed against your back tighter, how his hands gripped your hips harder, claws sinking into your thighs like anchors. his thrusts turned heavier. deeper. the angle rougher now, both cocks dragging raw through your stretched holes—your ass clenching, your cunt fluttering, both locked wide around his thickness.

you could barely speak

your head dropped forward

drool slid down your chin as your whole body bounced in his lap

his cock inside your pussy was still bulging through your belly—thick and swollen and twitching under your skin, so deep it looked like your womb would shape around it. and the one inside your ass? heavier, smoother, curved upward so perfectly it made your spine arch every time he bottomed out.

your pussy kept farting

wet, sloppy little pops with every bounce

pop, pop, squelch

his seed from earlier leaking back out and pushed back in

and then his voice dropped

low

rough

final

gonna breed this pussy now, wife

his words punched the breath out of you

your back arched

and he slammed your hips down on both cocks—deep—and held you there as he came

the first shot was hot

thick

you screamed

ahhh—ohhh god—fuck—fuck—m’full—s’too much—s’twitching inside—god—

his cock in your pussy pulsed over and over, cum pouring into your womb, deep, thick ropes forcing your walls to flutter and clamp, your cunt gushing slick down his thighs as your stomach twitched and swelled slightly from the pressure. you moaned loud and wet, thighs trembling as your pussy tried to milk it, spasming, gaping.

then your ass tightened—and he came there too

thicker

hotter

your rim twitched violently as the second cock erupted inside, cum flooding you, leaking almost immediately around the seal of your hole and down the back of your thighs

your body twitched

your eyes rolled

you weren’t speaking anymore

just whining

mmfghh—ahhhhn—fuhhhckkk—hurts—feels s’good—s-so warm—m’pussy hurts—m’ass twitching—

he kissed your shoulder

praised you under his breath

good girl… my bonded little shrine… took both like a fuckin’ goddess… soft cunt… tight little ass… all mine

the men in the room moaned

some came

ropes of cum splattering the floor

and the women—some fell to their knees

weeping

screaming

and then—he lifted you again

still twitching, your holes still leaking, your belly sticky with his seed

and he flipped you forward over his lap, chest pressed to his thigh, ass in the air

and used all four of his hands to spread you open

his claws dug into your cheeks, parting them wide

his cock still deep in your ass, twitching

your pussy gaped open beneath it—dripping, red, stretched, leaking his seed in thick white globs down your thighs

and he turned to the crowd

his voice was cold

commanding

look at her

this is what a god-fucked cunt looks like

this is your goddess now

he bounced your ass in his hands, slapping your cheeks lightly

spreading them again

showing the rim of your ass twitching, his cum leaking out in lazy drips

your whimpering filled the room

ahhh—p-pussy leakin’—m’ass twitchin’—s-so full—

he kissed your back

licked your spine

and whispered into your ear

shake your ass for them, wife

you did

slow at first

then faster

your ass clapped with each bounce, slick and glistening, holes open and leaking, your body limp but obeying

and across the chamber—the wolf was grinding his cock between the blonde’s thighs, rubbing it along his shaft, his hips grinding as he moaned

she’s so… fuckin perfect… holy shit…

he pressed his cheek to the blonde’s chest

licked his nipple

as he rubbed faster, cock dragging between the blonde’s thighs, their tips wet and bumping

the blonde groaned

yeah… fuckin unfair… but as long as we get to see her—fuck—those tits… that pussy… s’enough…

he grabbed the wolf’s cock and jerked it

cum sprayed across both of them

they moaned

your name in their mouths

and back on the throne—

sukuna was still holding your ass open

cum dripping from both holes

his tongue dragging along your rim

and his voice loud

worship your bred goddess

and they did..

（╹◡╹）this is my first sukuna fic and it’s… yeah. i know. it’s filthy. it’s intense. it’s probably too long. it’s definitely too nasty. but if you read it if you made it through the ritual, the wine, the chanting, the double penetration, the wolf-boy yaoi on the sidelines and still enjoyed it… thank you. from my ruined heart to yours.

with love and shujo-stained fingers,

your nasty priestess. chudaiiiiii🎀

onlypinkslut

[thequeenofcurses]

*ੈ✩˚Sukuna×wife!reader ₊˚⊹ᰔ

In which he rescues his pretty little wife who is scared of a creature way tinier than her--a lizard.

You’ve faced cursed spirits. Walked hand-in-hand with the King of curses. Slept beside him while blood soaked the floor outside your chambers.

But nothing could have prepared you for this,

"SUKUNA."

You scream his name like the estate’s under siege. Like sorcerers are crashing through the gates. Like you’re dying.

He appears instantly, his robe half open ,like he scurried there in a hurry,eyes ablaze.

"who dares--"

"THERE'S A LIZARD ON THE WALL."

There is a silence,a very sharp one.

He blinks. Once. Slowly.

His four eyes flick toward the far wall.

A tiny lizard,no bigger than your finger,is clinging innocently to the marble like it pays rent.

“You screamed for that?”

“It looked at me!”

“It has no eyebrows, woman, it cannot look at you."

You jump onto the nearest table, gripping a pillow like a weapon.

“SUKUNA. Kill it.”

“You want me,” he says, voice dry, “to slaughter a defenseless creature the size of a toe.”

YOU SLAUGHTERED A GOD FOR BREATHING TOO LOUDLY.”

He groans. Rubs a hand down his face. The lizard blinks at him,wrong move.

Sukuna sighs, lifts a finger, and flicks a harmless pulse of cursed energy toward the lizard. It flies out the window like a leaf caught in a storm.

“There. The kingdom is safe.”

You leap down and throw your arms around him dramatically.

“My hero,” you sigh dramatically, arms thrown around him like he just returned from war.

Sukuna groans, arms crossed, pretending like he’s not melting under the weight of your affection.

“It was a lizard.”

You nod solemnly against his chest.

“A deadly one. What would I have done without you?”

“Stepped on it like a normal human.”

“How dare you suggest such violence,” you gasp, pulling back. “I’m delicate.”

He raises a brow. “You kicked a curse in the face last week.”

“That curse didn’t have scales and grabby little feet.”

He looks above like he’s begging some higher being for strength.

You grin, leaning up on your toes to boop his nose with your finger. Still barely reaching his shoulders.

“You love me.”

He doesn’t respond.

Just loops an arm around your waist and picks you up with one hand like you weigh nothing, carrying you bridal-style back to your room.

“I’m relocating you to higher ground. In case the lizard has allies.”

You giggle into his neck.

“So protective…”

“So annoying,” he mutters, but the kiss he presses to your temple says otherwise.

“Can you curse the whole species for me?” you mumble.

“Done. Extinct by morning.”

“You’re the best.”

He adjusts you in his arms, gaze soft as he whispers,

“I know.”

A/n : I hate lizards so fkn much, disgusting little things, anyway, do you want more of sukuna and his wife🧍🏻‍♀️

[thequeenofcurses]

uncle sukuna 🙂‍↕️

[thequeenofcurses]

Yandere! CEO Sukuna

pairings - Yandere! CEO Sukuna x asst! fem reader

warnings - MDNI - MEAN Sukuna, dark content, gaslighting, he's psychotic asf, stalking, videoing without consent, degradation, A TON of sexual tension (unresolved for now lol) manipulation, jealousy, toxic ass behaviors, thigh riding, masturbation (m and f) power dynamics, trapping - basically yandere behavior

Gonna make this a full oneshot so drop a comment if you wanna get tagged

Yandere! CEO Sukuna who loves watching his pretty assistant bend over right in front of him, because he's kicked something over that you have to pick up. God, especially when you're on your knees, and scowl up at him like that. He can picture smearing your pretty red lipstick with the tip of his cock.

Yandere! CEO Sukuna grins like the psycho he is when you finally pick up his stack of papers, throwing them unceremoniously on his desk. He's watched you for so long, all he can think of is how badly he can't wait till you beg for him, till you realize he's the only one for you. The amounts of times he's jerked it watching you underneath your desk where he has his cameras set up is ridiculous, surely at some point you'd come ask for him, need him. But the words that spill from your lips next stop him in his tracks - 'I'm putting in my two weeks notice, Mr. Sukuna'

Yandere! CEO Sukuna stands up now, so tall over you in a suit that barely stretches enough to fit his broad chest, his shoulders. Maybe if you didn't have any self respect, maybe if you didn't have a boyfriend, you'd beg to be bent over his cherry wood desk, see that bulge in his dark black slacks for yourself. But you can never stoop that low, to the asshole that treats you like shit. 'You get paid this fucking good and you're gonna leave?' he demands, raising a slutty- yes, slutty - fucking eyebrow now, two slits in one of them where surely he must have had piercings before he went corporate. You just smile, tilting your head now. 'I'll be making less, but he's one hell of a boss I hear,' you go to turn and Sukuna grabs your wrist, squeezing it so hard you gasp.

Yandere! CEO Sukuna hovers so fucking tall and big over you, over everyone, hand gripping your wrist so tightly you cry out, a sound he's heard over and over in the confines of your room without your knowledge. 'Who the fuck are you going to work for?' he demands, you smile back at him, a mean little smile that makes him want to fuck your throat till you cry. 'Asked ya a question, brat, ya too stupid to fucking answer?' you scoff now. 'Brat!? Stupid!? This is why I'm leaving - oh and it's Mr. Gojo, he runs the Gojo corporation, pretty sure you've heard of him. Two weeks.' you scowl and stomp off as Sukuna curses, punching his wall, the plaster cracks and breaks, as he realizes he is fucking losing you before he had you.

Yandere! CEO Sukuna is stuck in the office late, as usual, the moonlight is filtering in as he zooms in on the camera he has in your bedroom. He knows your night routine since he came there one day, with the pretense of bringing you a check, only to ask to use your bathroom and plant it right on your dresser. The panties he stole that day have lost your scent now, a whole fucking tragedy, they're discarded in the bottom of his desk drawer. He unzips his slacks when he hears it, soft moans from outside your door, only to pause when he sees a tall, lanky man carrying you over to your bed. 'this little fucking slut!?'

Yandere! CEO Sukuna can't believe you'd want anyone else - fuck all he wants is you, and now not only are you quitting, you've got a man laid on your bed, and you're straddling him as he grabs your ass. Sukuna watches you rock against him, gripping his desk so hard the wood is scratched up from his fucking nails. He hears your sexy little moans that should only be for him, scowling as he looks at just who the man is. Once he recognizes him as his own employee, he fucking loses it, instantly pulling up the man's file as he flips you over, he's clearly got his hands between your thighs and you're moaning just a bit - he scoffs as he scowls at the name. If it were him you'd be fucking screaming, choking, crying - not whatever noise that was. In fact, once the man leaves after apparently cumming in his pants from touching you - you pull out your vibrator to finish the job.

Yandere! CEO Sukuna can't have someone near you, and he sure the fuck can't have you leaving him - which leads him to the next moves that morning. The boy who'd had his fingers inside you - when your cunt is so obviously Sukuna's - is terrified as Sukuna throws him right on a wall, lifting him by the collar and letting him dangle, chuckling like the psychotic mother fucker he is as he threatens him 'leave, and I'll give you a hell of a severance package, what do you think?' the boy nods, turning red with the lack of breath, Sukuna's ruby eyes light up with delight, it's just been too long since he's gotten to beat anyone up. Corporate life is boring, and the only bright spot is you. 'Good boy,' he pats his cheek and lets him fall to the ground. 'Don't ever talk to her again, fucking got me? Or you won't have a tongue in your mouth anymore'

Yandere! CEO Sukuna can't help but grin when you run into the office, tears streaking down your cheeks - fuck you look pretty like that. 'What did you do to him!? You're such a dick!' you shove at him now, when he grips you, turning you like it's nothing and pressing you against the desk. Your heart races, you've never been this close to him, with his big fucking hand wrapping your throat, his hard body pressing you against the cool wood. His breath tickles your ear as he chuckles and whispers - 'you're mad I sent your little boyfriend home? aw, poor little slut, ya gonna be okay?' you glare, trying to turn around and slap him, but he doesn't let you, instead gripping your throat. 'I can't wait to go work for Gojo, I'm not even giving you two fucking weeks' he chuckles again, turning your chin, your lips are a breath away. 'Sure you are'

Yandere! CEO Sukuna makes sure that you will need him, that you can never leave him, when he pays your landlord a hefty fucking sum to kick you out, and writes a letter of job declination in your exact handwriting to Satoru Gojo. He can't help but smirk when you walk into his office, much more resigned, and he finally gives you just a bit of feigned kindness. 'Yes, what is it?' he asks arrogantly, yet the tone is soft, when you shut the door, then break down in tears. 'C'mere, tch, stop that,' he tugs you against him, as you're sobbing, pretending your tears don't make him leak precum, when you look up at him with your pretty eyes. 'What's wrong, huh?' you take a shaky breath, shaking your head - Were you wrong about him?

Yandere! CEO Sukuna feels his heart beat in his chest when you murmur his name - 'Mr. Sukuna... I'm s-sorry that I... I really need this job now, and I have n-nowhere to go as of next week. C-can you let me stay?' he bites back his grin, instead burying it in your hair. 'Of course I can, you can stay with me till you get another place too' you gasp, looking up at him now. 'No, you can't do all that, I can stay with my mom...' he shakes his head. 'nonsense, she's out of town,' you pause, blinking. 'how'd you know that?' he just tugs you back to his chest again, you inhale his expensive cologne. 'I've been a little too harsh on you, yeah?' you nod, sobbing more, and soon Sukuna gets to have you all to himself.

Yandere! CEO Sukuna wants to fold, to beg for you, but he has to make sure you need him, and need him in every fucking way. When you move in 'temporarily' to his giant, spotless penthouse, he makes sure to walk around in nothing but a towel, or nothing but his boxers, watching the way your eyes drift down his tattoos, his hard abdomen, and lower. But he never, ever touches you, aside from torturous brushes of his fingertips, tugs at your hair with a grin, sadistic as ever. He'd brush against you as you cooked dinner - you said it's the least you could do - and every touch kept sending you higher. He's nicer in his home - still gruff, but he buys you anything you want, things you tell him not to, he lets you lay your head on his shoulder as the two of you sit on the balcony at night, sipping wine.

Yandere! CEO Sukuna at work is mean as usual, but even there, he's a little softer, and you wonder if you just didn't know him truly. You start to bend over a little more in front of him, start to walk around in next to nothing at home, wondering if he'll ever want more, but he doesn't, he just eyes you with bright red eyes, like they're touching you, but never crossing the line. You find yourself fantasizing more and more about a man you used to hate, when finally you can't stand it, the desire, the need, and you decide if he's not gonna fuck you, someone needs to. That's when Sukuna finds you about to go on a fucking date when he gets home from a meeting, looking all slutty in your little black dress - tits out, thighs out - your body is all his, his, his, how fucking dare you show it off!?

Yandere! CEO Sukuna scowls as you ask 'how do I look, Mr. Sukuna?' and he scoffs, fingers itching to rip the material off you. 'The fuck are you doing?' he demands, walking closer, until you're pressed against the counter, his thigh between yours, feeling your heat. You back up, gasping out, biting your lower lip now. 'I'm going on a date, also I think I'll have a place soon, there are condos being built across the street. I'll be out of your hair,' you murmur, even as you arch your hips again, and he grips your hips, scowling down at you, lifting his thigh up. 'Oh yeah? leaving so soon, huh? I was just getting used to you annoying me, brat,' he tugs you on his thigh, you're soaking his slacks, gasping as your eyes roll back. 'need something from me?' you shake your head, and he chuckles, tugging you down again. 'Nothing at all, huh?' you roll your hips again, cunt soaking him, clit pressing just right when he pulls back.

Yandere! CEO Sukuna eyes the dark spot you've made, thumbing the slick arousal that's darkened his pants. 'Hmm, made quite a mess, didn't you?' he murmurs, brushing his thumb, painted black nail sharp as he puts it to his mouth, licking it with a wicked fucking grin. You gasp at it, heart pounding, when he uses your cum to gloss his lips and leans forward. 'Need me to take you on your little date?' you shake your head, thighs pressing together. 'No? What if he's a psycho, a weirdo - some creep?' as if he's not all those things. But he's so obsessed with you, he'd never hurt you - not really, not unless it brought you pleasure. He watches you straighten your dress now, sighing. 'No, he's neither of those things. I'll be late so...' he scowls at that now, brows lowering over his eyes, when you rush out the door, leaving him to desperately search your room, so he can drink more of you, hating you for what you're doing to his fucking mind.

Yandere! CEO Sukuna has already put a tracker in your car, so he knows the fancy fucking restaurant you're at. You're giggling and smiling as he sees you from the car window when he pulls up an hour later to watch you. You're leaning forward at that dinner table, and kissing your date, the man has his hand entangled in your hair, as Sukuna studies you, more and more furious. He's imagining every way he'd beat your fucking ass till it's black and blue when he drives home, the way he'll fuck your throat till you can't swallow for days. He texts you, curiously, and you have the audacity to fucking ignore him, his jaw clenches, hand rushing through the pink locks of his hair, heart pounding in anger. Don't you fucking know you're his!?

Yandere! CEO Sukuna watches you unlock the door later that night, sitting alone in the darkness, sipping on a glass of whiskey while he waits - to show you who the fuck you belong to, since you clearly won't just be a good girl and beg for it. He chuckles when you catch sight of him and scream out, standing and walking over to you now, hands on either side of you, leaning low. 'Sukuna, what the fuck are you doing, sitting in the dark!? Like some creep?' he grips your chin so hard it hurts then, his other hand entangling in your hair, yanking out all the pins you had, they clatter to his hardwood floor now. He pulls so hard you gasp, blinking back tears. 'Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees.' you bite back a retort, but part of you fucking wants it. You shake your head, earning his teeth glinting with a mean fucking grin in the dark. 'Then I'll put you there, fucking brat,' he shoves you down now, bare knees on the floor, as you look up at him, wondering where the fuck your survival instincts have gone.

because you want him to punish you - you want him to hurt you, gag you and choke you. But even then, you try to get up, only earning him shoving you down further, and your cunt just drips against previously soaked panties - you want yandere! ceo sukuna to ruin you.

ahhh so if ya'll want the full oneshot lmk hehe - I'm thinking of doing it for my one year on tumblr coming this week :')

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unckuna

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Shiro wanna go home... (っ- ‸ - ς)

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this is so beautiful omg

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i wish he was real

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precious cargo 🖤💛🤍

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