#even if those ends are lust fulfillment

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

BNHA Boys: 1st Time Noncon

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Female Reader

Boys -> Hawks + Dabi + Bakugo

Warnings at each part (but the title is quite explicit, right?) + NSFW Link (be careful + on twitter (you need a account to see)

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback + Gimme ideas

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Hawks

-> Manipulation

Keigo is a cunning guy, always looking out for a way to get things done his way. He’s used to tricking people, using his tactics to reach his desired goals. But honestly? You have to be the biggest chump he’s ever met in his life. 

Did you actually believe when he deeply sighed and pretended to relent to your begging, just before meekly offering you to walk away from him?

Did your ingenuous self really trust him when Keigo swore on his hero honor - what honor really? - that he’d let you go home, safe and sound?

But the reality is that you fell for it, like a bee attracted to honey. It’s moments like those that Keigo acknowledges how naive and kind-hearted you are. Too cute and good for this twisted, cruel world. 

So that’s why a minor part of him is almost satisfied at the reluctance and doubt that shades your pretty face when he tells you the inflated price for your freedom.  

You clearly don’t want to sleep with him. Your attempts to bargain are immediately turned down and it takes less than five minutes for you to crumble down. 

Keigo almost feels bad at your distressed teary face. But hey, a win is a win.

You try to relax when he starts kissing and touching you. To be calm when he slowly starts making love to you.

But it feels so dead wrong and the overwhelming realization that Hawks was lying about letting you go finally hits you like a brick and you try to push him away, pointlessly make him get off from you. 

But no point in that cause Keigo isn’t gonna let you go anywhere. 

“Deal’s off, babe. I mean, I was willing to let you go and all, but since you ruined the whole mood…there was no need to fight me, ya know? I wasn’t forcing you into anything, was I? But since you broke your promise, I suppose I’m gonna have to keep you here with me.”

(VISUAL)

Dabi

-> Noncon

Dabi isn’t one to shy away from what he wants.

He takes what he wants, when he wants and how he wants and you don’t get any say in it. 

So, if for a moment you actually believed you could argue or convince the black-haired villain to leave you alone, then you’re not up for a great start with him. 

Dabi doesn’t care when you start crying, spirit battered over the small burns he gives you for trying to fight back. He doesn’t care for your wails of pain when he fucks you in the way he wants to. 

Dabi is sadistic like that, he actually enjoys the terror that floods your entire face when he explains in extensive detail all the scary lustful needs he wants to fulfill by using you. 

He’s definitely one to use tight ropes to bend you in uncomfortable positions when fucking you - just because they allow him better access and less struggle from you.

Doesn’t give a crap about your wellbeing or if you get to cum, those are unnecessary thoughts for him. 

As long as Dabi gets to end his night with a few orgasms, he’s good. 

“Oh sweetheart, there’s no point in begging. That’s not gonna change my mind. And can you even blame me? Just look at you, such a pretty body you have. You’re just too tempting to let go and trust me, I’m not planning to.”

(VISUAL)

Bakugo

-> Forced Oral - (male receiving)

Bakugo has mild-anger issues and everyone knows that so, if anything, it was entirely your fault for provoking the anger out of him. 

You saw an opportunity to try an escape and you took it, even though it was meant to fail miserably.

Bakugo ends up wrestling you back inside the house, tightly clutching your hair as he angrily shouts at how much of an ungrateful brat you are.

He’s so damn pissed that you almost got away that he can’t control himself. All the adrenaline and anger mixing up in his blood and all he wants is to teach you a proper lesson. Scare you into submission. Make sure that you’ll never act up again.

His hands are cruel as he roughs you up a bit, ignoring your scared shrieks. 

But the real punishment is the way he fucks your mouth.

His pace is so insanely fast, demanding and brutal, and he carries on without caring for the numerous times you gag and choke around his length, unable to pull away because of the vice grip he has on your scalp.

The way he facefucks you is humiliating and brutal, and the cherry on top of the cake is when Bakugo shoots his sticky cum all over your face before leaving you bruised up and with a hurting throat.

Afterwards, Bakugo might feel a bit bad because that’s definitely not how he planned your first time doing something intimate together, but on the bright side - you get much more obedient and calm towards him. 

“The hell you giving me that pathetic look for, huh. You fuckin’ deserved that and you know that. Had you not acted all lunatic and none of this would’ve happened.”

(VISUAL)

[jymwahuwu]

idk i like to think sunday is a firm believer of no sex before (cough forced) marriage. but when the vows are exchanged, the first kiss is celebrated, and the doors are closed… he’s more than ready to take you to poundtown.

he takes you in all the right angles and even in the most humiliating positions, and makes sure every hole of yours is satisfied and fulfilled.

he has an elegant smile that charms even nuns, but behind that seeming innocence and grace is a lustful sinner with a relentless libido he’s been patiently keeping away until now. he adores and coos at your dumb-looking face as you were being fucked dumb by him. what, “no more”? ah, he thinks you meant “please more” when your eyes involuntarily rolled back with your tongue lolled out. you look so happy and cute, a stark contrast to your ever so vicious, and wild nature when interacting with him.

he likes you this, so fulfilled without that savagery of yours to ruin it. he feels like he successfully domesticated a wild animal, and the only finishing touch is having your belly round with child… or children ;)

and if you ever complain or say those disgusting, sinful words against him, it’s okay. he’ll wash that filthy mouth of yours, over and over again until it’s only praise about him that’s dripping from your tongue.

tldr; sunday’s always been a freak but has hidden it all his life until he married you.

>_<🪭anon thank you for such a great story!! I love how Sunday changed after marriage. He hides his true nature and controls himself…

cw: yandere, dub-con, overstimulation, penetration, nipple stimulation, gag, spanking, reader has female reproductive system

Sunday believes in chastity before marriage and protecting chastity before eternal commitment. He does not indulge you in your desires. The body is a sacred temple and cannot be defiled.

And this not only means no sex before the wedding, it means you can't masturbate, read erotic novels, comics, watch pornographic movies, none of these are allowed. Before the engagement, Sunday showed appropriate care and closeness. After the engagement, you had just platonic dates, walking together, dining in restaurants, watching movies and playing games. Sunday likes to read some books with you and share opinions. He doesn't mind if you read books other than philosophy, even popular ones, but… there's only one category he doesn't like… He checks your browser and reading apps.

Switching accounts to browse pornographic novels/browsing pornographic websites will not work. You had done this sneakily, and after you were discovered, your hands were on the table, your underwear was on your calves, and the whip in your fiancé's hand was in close contact with your butt. Clearly, you violated his trust and indulged in lewdness.

Depending on your personality, you might scream and curse at him. Or you whimpered and repented. You emphasize that you will really correct yourself and beg for forgiveness. Both options without exception ended in a spanking. (He also tells you to bend over his lap and get spanked…it's important to bend over in humiliation first. Your butt is so sore it feels like it's burning.) After the punishment is over, Sunday rubs ointment and lotion into your butt. He puts you on his knees, wipes your tears and kisses your forehead.

It's for your own good, he insists. He derived no pleasure from it. You wisely chose not to point out his rising smile.

Wedding!! Sunday was months in preparation for the wedding. He and you exchanged vows and kissed each other. Robin even shed a few tears. She was deeply touched. She was glad that her brother had his happiness. When you get married, you think it's going to be a conservative life, like once a week, missionary position, that sort of thing.

But, no… it was completely unexpected, like you said, Sunday penetrated you at every right angle and humiliating position. He had never done it before but was a quick learner. He explores your sensitive areas and sweet spots, focusing on attacking and teasing those spots. The gloved fingers circled your areola, occasionally pinching and scraping gently. He pinched your raised nipples as if you were about to produce milk. His balls ravaged and slammed against your vulva, his elegant glans hitting your sensitive spots accurately, and his thick cylinders stretching your tight, layered flesh. Fill you with seeds not just once but several times a day. Long periods of abstinence can make you very sensitive to touch. Just caressing your breasts can bring new excitement and tremors to your body, not to mention creampie. You… squirted. When you get your first squirt, Sunday watches you curiously and the amazing amount of squirt. You look completely engaged and surrendered, muttering shakily, rolling your eyes, and spreading your legs.

"No - no more…"

Uh-huh, yes, and if you keep that mean attitude when you're in a relationship with him. The satisfaction this gives Sunday is indescribable. Watching the look in your eyes go from aggressive to melting into orgasm, screaming and begging for no more rounds. You didn't know that a man who had been abstinent before turned out to be like this… His load that had been accumulated for a long time was released inside you, flowing through and filling you up. His cock stayed inside you for a moment, until it was hard again and the thrust returned, slamming into your ass.

And wash your mouth haha, that's a little too hardcore(?) for me and that's just for being a mean and condescending reader. Sunday might not like a rough approach, so… maybe a gag? As long as you keep being mean and saying horrible shit, eventually your mouth will get gagged. All you could say was "mmm!!" and "eh", "wh…" and other unwritten sounds, and you glared at him. Regardless, eventually you'll learn how to compliment him properly and without any swear words. (If Sunday realizes your taunt, he will put the gag in your mouth again without hesitation.)

All in all, you discovered another side of Sunday after marriage. Maybe he is not an ascetic man. He knows how to control. He knows he wants you.

[aesthetic-bbyg]

HI I LOVE UR WORKS could I pls request like a mean dom ex bf Luke Castellan x fem reader who just canNOT get over him 🙏 it’s ok tho cuz we can get under him instead 😍 (smutty ofcccc)

DON’T STOP ~ L. CASTELLAN

lowk based of this p link

ex!Luke Castellan x fem!reader

🎀🤍 - It’s been awkward around camp since you and Luke broke up, even worse since you miss him so much..

Oral!fem receiving , Luke being a meanie , teasing , rough&dom!Luke , squirting , sum fluff at the end

EVEN THOUGH HE WAS YOUR EX, AND HE broke things of with you, you couldn’t help but stare at every chance you got. When he was practicing sword fighting with another camper, or when your gazes met at the picnic benches during breakfast.

And Luke hated this. It made his blood boil, those sweet looks you sent him. The innocent doe look as your round eyes widened each time he finally gave in and stared back. The few seconds he actually managed to make eye contact with you he saw that desire that he was all too familiar with swirl in your irises. Then again, it made him chuckle each time you turned away from his strong gaze, shyness overtaking you.

Yet, it made him cocky, knowing he still had that power over you despite breaking things off. It made him want to get closer and see just how much you blushed at his presence. He wanted to feel the way your body stiffened when he touched you, before eventually melting with each gentle caress. It was sick, how much pleasure it brought him to think about messing with you. But, he also couldn’t deny that he had his own desires that needed to be fulfilled. So it wasn’t all that twisted because part of that want for you was because of his own lust and not just his ego.

Even now, as Luke stares at you from across the field, his helmet adorning blue whilst yours red, he could sense that same desire seep from your body. He wanted to soothe that ache he knew pooled under those leggings you were wearing. He took the opportunity as he snuck through the trees like an animal, and saw you, guarding a red flag stuck into the dirt.

If you could even call it guarding. Your back was turned to him, picking at the flowers by your feet, you sat atop of a tree stump nearly dying of boredom. Your helmet and sword had been discarded and rest on the grass next to you. You gasped, feelings sharp tip dig into your back.

“You never learn.” A familiar voice that sent chills down your spine echoed into your ears. “How many times did I tell you, never get distracted.”

��Many times.” You replied, voice weak and small. You slowly turned your head, peeking at him over your shoulder. Your eyes holding that same doe eye look as you stared up at him innocently. He removed the faux sword from your back, squatting down to reach your height. “Luke.”

He took your chin between his fingers and thumb, staring intensely into your eyes. “You’re a stupid girl, y/n.” He leaned his so close that his lips nearly brushed over yours, “But so irresistible.”

You gulped down thickly, “Lu..”

“You’re not gonna be eating dinner tonight, you’re going to stay in your cabin.” Luke demanded, not even asking you, but stating it like it was a fact of the future.

“But—“ You stumbled over your words pathetically, breathing heavily against his pink lips that were so close and yet so far. “Luke.”

“It’s an order.” He stood up, tone cold and harsh as he ripped the flag from the ground and began walking away.

“Hey!” It was the loudest your feeble voice had been the whole interaction, your hands reaching for the sword by your side as he paused. “The whole point of the this game is to not let the opposing team win the flag.”

Luke let out a mocking laugh, turning around to look at your like you were dumb. “What, and you’re gonna fight me for it?”

You knew you didn’t stand a chance against the greatest swordsman of all of Camp Half-Blood, and yet you still allowed the words to slip your mouth. “Yes.”

He shook his head, tossing the flag aside. “Fine.” He readied his sword, pointing at you threateningly, “Have it your way.”

“Yeah.” You mumbled, mimicking his actions and sucking in a deep breath. You truly couldn’t go against Luke even if you put all your might into it. You were a fool for even instigating a dual, and that same proclamation ended in you on your stomach, cheek digging into the grass with your sword knocked across the field. Luke held both your wrist behind your back, knees on either side of your hips as his hard on pressed against your backside.

“You’re a stupid girl.” He repeated his mean words from earlier, this time so close to your ear that his breath tickled the side of your face. His grip on your was getting painful, but it felt numb as he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your temple. “You’ll learn one day.”

He stood up, releasing you from his grip as he walked away, picking the flag up and disappearing into the trees. You’re team was going to give you so much shit for this.

THIS IS STUPID, Luke Castellan was your ex. What type of control does he have that you had to listen to him? You’d been pacing around the empty cabin during dinner time for five minutes.

“Aren’t you gonna eat, sister?” One of your siblings asked before leaving, watching you with curiosity as you laid under the covers.

“Not tonight, I feel a little sick.” You lied, even mustering up a fake whine as you gripped your stomach. “Go ahead, I’ll be fine.” And within a few moments, she was gone, and you waited and waited, which left you to pacing. “Fuck this.” You stomped towards the door, deciding that you shouldn’t listen to him, because who was he? Ordering you to do what he wanted.

“Where are you going?” Luke asked smugly as his gaze met yours when you opened the door. “I told you to stay here.”

You stepped back slowly, “I was going to eat.” Your voice had become stronger, but that didn’t mean that your mind felt anymore confident when confronting the son of Hermes.

He shut the door, following each step you took backwards by stepping forward, his smirk very clear, even in the dark atmosphere. “But I told you not go, to wait for me here.”

“Well, I’m not gonna listen to everything you say, Luke.” You stopped, feeling your legs collided again the side of one of the bunk beds. It was yours, and you could tell by the curtains you had Luke nail onto the top for extra privacy. “You’re not my boyfriend anymore.”

He let out another chuckle, something about your words had entertained him so much that he’d revealed his pearly canines. But in a split second it dropped, he hurled at you, pushing you against the bed and pining your arms above your head. You’d be lying if you said that this didn’t soak your panties almost immediately.

“I tell you do things, baby, ‘cause you don’t know how to do them yourself.” Luke whispered into your neck, planting sweet kisses along it’s curve and your shoulder. Then he began sucking, leaving bruises behind and then soothing them by licking gently against the purple skin. “Did I really fuck you so dumb that you just can’t comprehend when someone tells what to do.”

You sigh at his touch, “Stop calling me stupid, Luke.”

He huffed out a laugh, trailing further down your chest kissing at the tops of your tits that spilled out the white tank top you had on. “It’s what you are, I mean, you can hardly form a sentence when I just so much as look at you.”

You whine, “I can speak for myself.” You said in a whisper, tugging at the grip he had on your wrist.

He lifted his head from it’s spot in the valley of your tits. “Then tell me,” He took one hand, still restraining you with the other, “what do you want.” You went silent, brain going foggy as he inched a warm hand under your tank top, under your bra. “I said, what do you want me to do, stupid girl.”

You whined, “Fuck, I want you to eat me out.” Your tone was meant to come out a lot more stronger then it actually did, it nearly sounded like you were pleading.

“Aww, look at my girl, finally learning a new thing.” He cooed, letting go of your wrist and lifting his head from your chest. He caressed your face, eyes lowering down to your lips and inching closer just like how he did in the forest earlier. “I really meant it when I said your irresistible, baby.” He whispered, kissing your cheek, purposely avoiding your lips. “I‘ve missed your taste.”

“Then why have you been a dickhead and ignoring me since we broke up.” You muttered, bringing your now free hands to wonder up and down his toned arms. “You could’ve had me if you wanted me.”

He chuckled, “Trust me, I’ve been doing anything but ignoring.” He squeezed your hip, finally dipping his head to kiss you desperately. It was a messy and hot kiss, full of desire, clashing teeth, and tongue. Your hands had lifted to cup his face, eyes pressed shut as you took in this long awaited make out. Nothing could describe the lust that emitted from the kiss alone, how heavy the both of you inhaled through your nose, refusing to part your mouths and breath.

But it eventually had to come, Luke grew impatient and hungry as he was the first to pull away, dragging your hips to the edge of the bed roughly. He fell to his knees in a heartbeat, pulling off your shorts in one swift move and shoving your panties the side. He then folded your legs just enough so your whole cunt was exposed and openly glistening in the little bit of light that illuminated the cabin.

He nearly came just at the sight of it, leaning down to begin his feverish licking and sucking on your folds. You let out a surprised moan, not expecting him to dive into your pussy like a starved man. Your hand flew to his dark curls, the other gripping the pretty pink sheets you already knew were going to be ruined by the time he was finished.

After all, dinner time was a whole hour and thirty, giving him plenty of time to enjoy his meal without stop. Luke flicked his tongue in and out your hole teasingly before moving to suck on your clit loudly. The noises were disgusting, a sloppy combination of slurping and high pitched moans. He lightly shook his head against you, digging his features into you, his grip on your thighs tightening each time you attempted to push them down.

“Fuck, Luke, don’t stop, don’t stop!” You moaned, legs trembling at the way he worked his tongue against you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You nearly screamed, your grip on his curls painful but he didn’t even mind it. He didn’t even flinch as you began to leak milky cum from your cunt, he just continued to lick at your sensitive bud. You did everything in your power to try and get him away, pushing at his shoulders, gripping his arms, shoving away his face, letting out choked whines of surrender. “I can’t—“ Each feeble attempt in getting your point across was interrupted by your own moans and squeaks as he brushed over your overstimulated clit.

You’re pussy was probably a mess of spit, cum, and arousal mixing together, yet something about that was so addictive to Luke. It wasn’t like he didn’t hear your pleas, or that he was ignoring them, he truly couldn’t pull away. He was letting animalistic groans each times he swiped his tongue onto your pussy, letting the wetness fill his taste buds.

He couldn’t help it when he just pushed your legs closer to your chest whenever you squirmed and attempted to push the closed. He heard you whines and it only fed his own pleasure, his licks became quicker, more messy if that was even possible. He was out of breath and heaving, yet didn’t pull back for a second, he just kept stuffing his face back into your cunt. He noted the way you nearly screamed whenever he fucked his tongue into and rolled with it, repeating the motion as his nose stimulated your clit.

With that you were letting out the most pornographic moans he’d ever heard come from you. Your attempts to shove him away for noticeably more frantic and aggressive, you’re whines, despite being almost unintelligible, begged for him to stop. There was a overwhelmingly tight coil in your stomach that just felt different compared to your last orgasm, it went from your stomach and moved down in waves. Before you could let another push to his shoulder you threw your head back and gripped the sheets desperately. You heard a gentle squelch, very faint but it made your eyes widen in horror as you sat up at stared down at Luke.

He finally pulled away, wiping away at the wetness that dropped down his chin and onto his neck. He fell back on his knees, a drowsy smirk on his lips and heavy eyelids that stared back at you. You squirted, and all over his face at that. “Fuck.” Was all he could mutter, biting his lower lip as he stared at you. “That was..so fuckin’ hot, baby.”

You blushed, hiding your face in your hands as you groaned. “I made a mess.”

He leaned up, removing your hands and lightly pecking your lips. “A beautiful mess, baby.” He whispered, “I bet I can make it happen again.”

“No!” You squeezed your legs shut, shoving his shoulder as he laughed, gently caressing your thigh. “Dinner is almost over and you need to leave before anyone notices you were here in the first place.”

“I don’t care if they see me, they probably already heard you.” He stood up, making you notice the painful bulge that outline the cargo shorts he had on.

“Oh, fuck, Luke.” You whispered. He didn’t have to ask what you were referring to with your pitiful tone as you stared at his hardened dick without shame.

“Don’t worry about.” He reassured, digging into his pocket to pull out a picture. “I’ve got you to help me out later in the night.” With closer examination, you noticed that it was an old photo that he’d taken months before the breakup. You laid down on a bed, shirt lifted just enough to show your tits, legs spread open with a cock shoved in your cunt.

“You’re dirty.” You slapped his leg, but a sheepish smile betrayed any ounce of annoyance you were trying to display. You leaned down to grab your shorts, but before you put them back on you paused. You looked up at Luke, who wasn’t paying attention as he slipped the photo back into his side pocket, and then at your lap. You stood up and slipped out of your panties, balling them up and offering it to Luke like a present. “You can have ‘em, they’re ruined because of you anyway and it could be useful for helping you later.”

Luke let out a chuckle, not even blinking as he took them and shoved them into his pocket. “Thank you.” He took your waist, his hand trailing down to the plush cheeks of your ass and squeezing the flesh. He leaned into close of the night with a another hungry kiss, except he replaced the painful lust with love and devotion. He regretted ever letting you escape his arms, and knew that he wouldn’t do it again, no matter what. He kneeled down, picking up the shorts he’d discarded and lightly kiss your thigh, you stepped into them, watching with admiration as he dragged them back up.

“I love you.” You weren’t sure if maybe it was too soon to confidently say the words once more but part of you didn’t care.

Luke didn’t know either, but he definitely knew in his whole heart that he didn’t give a fuck. “I love you too.” You walked to the cabin door, feeling a pool of dread as he opened it and slowly let go of your hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You nodded, giving him a smile before he was gone, the door shutting completely with a quiet click.

“Hey, Luke, where were ya?” You heard a fellow camper call out just moments after Luke’s exit. “Didn’t get some dinner before bed?”

“Nah, man, don’t worry.” Luke shrugged it off, he voice getting more faint the farther he went, but you definitely heard him say: “I already ate.”

Natti speaks !!: I actually ended up liking this way more than I thought so a big thank u to the person who sent this request in🫶🏼🫶🏼 Luke Castellan is js to fine and he needs to be stopped.

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[readychilledwine]

So I saw a post on Tumblr that read:

“Imagine getting fucked from behind in a broom closet of the house of wind by Rhysand, his fingers in your mouth and his breath against your ear whispering “quiet down pet, you don’t want Feyre to catch us huh?”

And I am so desperate for a fic inspired by this. 👀

I love Feysand so, so much, but the thought of this did something to me.

I love your work so I immediately came to you. If you write it, thank you!!! If not, thank you anyway bc I love all of your work!! Ok byeeeee

.......alright you got me....

Extramarital Escapes

Warnings - smut, affair, slightly dub/con, abuse of power on Rhysand's end

A/n - I don't normally enjoy the idea of an affair and cheating, but I turned this into something I can work with.

Part 2

This was wrong.

So very wrong.

You gasped as Rhys hit that spot inside of you again, growling as you clenched around him.

This was not what you had in mind when he hired you to be their live-in nanny. It had started innocent enough. Rhys would seek out your company when Feyre would head into Velaris. There were short glances, a soft touch to reach around you at times. Those touches slowly became longer, though. They lingered on your waist, the sides of your thighs, your arms. You had thought you were imagining it until Feyre's first trip out of the Court with Nyx.

"Have a drink with me?" He had stopped you from sorting the heir's clothing, tilting your head up to look at him. "They say you aren't supposed to drink alone, Darling."

You had agreed, following him to the cigar room you knew even Feyre never entered. It was his sanctuary. His place to be alone. She had her studio. He had this.

That one drink turned into him getting closer to you on the couch, cornering you between him and it. He tipped the wine back further as you took a sip, trying to get you to relax with this dangerous look in his eyes.

You were pinned below him an hour later, drunk and begging him to fuck you harder, to let you cum. All while he smiled above you, eyes blown out in lust, saying over and over again that you felt exactly like he imagined.

You had told him the next morning it was a one-time thing, that it would never happen again, regardless of if you wanted it to happen. The High Lord simply smirked, undressing you with his eyes all over again. "We will see."

He cornered and took you anytime he wanted after that.

On his desk after Feyre would fall asleep.

On the table when she was out of the house and Nyx was down for a nap.

In your room during the dead of night when he decided his wife wouldn't satisfy his need to feel complete control and power over someone.

You had told him this morning that you were done. If he continued to touch you after this, you would tell Azriel, Cassian, or Feyre, believing one of them would protect you from him.

You loved Nyx and he was why you had put up with being Rhysand's whore for so long, but you needed it to end. You needed the guilt to stop eating you alive at night. You knew you were worth more, are worth more.

Rhysand had again smiled. "You love your job, don't you, y/n?" You nodded, eyes watering. "And in your contract, it is stated your job is to ensure the happiness of my family, correct?" You nodding again. "Then I suppose if you are not willing to fulfill that obligation, I should find a new nanny."

He knew he had you as you took a shaky breath, tears rolling down your face at the idea of never seeing his son again. "I'd hate to take him away from you. He loves you so much, and it is so very clear you love him."

"Rhys, please," you felt him pull you to him, slotting you between his legs as he sat on his desk. "I just can't keep being a mated males whore."

His face softened, hand moving to hold your chin. "You are not my whore. You are my escape. If you do not want that, if you do not want to be loved by me, then we have so few options."

You looked up and away from him. "I just want to take care of Nyx. Like I was hired to do."

"Then you do so on my conditions."

That was how you found yourself, chest pressed against the wall in an unused broom closet. The High Lord pounding you from behind, his fingers down your waiting throat to silence your cries.

You felt your eyes roll back, moaning loudly as you sucked those digits. His other hand was on your clit, circling the bundle of nerves in time with each heavy drag of his cock. "Shush," he growled in your ear. "Gotta be quiet, darling. You wouldn't want Feyre to catch us, would you?" He nipped your pointed ear, causing your walls to twitch around him. "Acting like you don't love my cock inside of you this morning, but now here we are. Sure, it feels like you love it when I'm inside of you. Don't you?"

You could only nod, eyes squeezing shut and moaning more as his hips met the plush skin of your ass over and over, driving into you again and again.

You could feel your orgasm building waiting for him to give the command to let go, and suddenly, he stopped. Pulling out of you and slapping your aching cunt. "This is your punishment for trying to end things with me," he whispered into your ear. "If you're a good girl the rest of the day, maybe I will let you cum tonight when she goes to Rita's with the girls."

He left you there, wet and aching for him in that broomcloset. You sunk down the wall, head falling to your knees.

A few hours later, you had finally gotten Nyx down for the night. You sighed, heading to Rhysand's office to let him know the heir was sleeping, that you would tend to him during the night since Feyre was gone, but two hushed voices had you stopping.

"You have to tell her," a feminine voice stated. "I don't want her to quit over this. Nyx loves her, Rhys."

"I know," Rhysand's voice was barely audible. "She tried today. I had to manipulate her into staying before I fucked her in the broom closet. You were supposed to catch us and join us."

You covered your mouth, hiding the gasp you made before standing silently. Feyre sighed on the other side of the door, "I got busy. Azriel had reports, and he was looking for you. I had to lie to him, Rhys. I don't want to keep lying to our family about her and what she is to us."

"Then let's replan it for next week. Since you are supposed to be out of the house. I wanted to give her the weekend off. I'm scared if I do now, she won't come back."

You walked away, having heard enough information, yet not enough all at the same time.

You could not tell if you were angry, excited, curious. You went to your room, closing and locking the door.

As you bathed, the side of you that hated games began to emerge, and you began a plan of your own. In that moment, you decided one thing, if Rhysand and Feyre wanted to play, you'd play too.

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[sukunasweetheart]

👀👉🏾👈🏾 Sukuna x Reader ex's to lovers?

wowowow i cant believe im doing like another celebrity au again but here goes nothing ahaha...

i love this trope, i ended up writing a WHOLE, lengthy ass, detailed plotline on it i hope u dont mind <3 (A WHOLE WHOPPING 6K WORDS YALL)

prepare for hella angst, OOC sukuna, insecure fem!reader, ghosting, messy break up, conflicting and complicated feelings + sexual tension and then intense smut @ the end (make up sex)

imagine sukuna being like, an amateur model-turned-actor, with you being his highschool sweetheart, who was there to support him since day one

a very happy, fulfilling relationship for the most part-- until he starts gaining huge amounts of popularity.

youve always known that he was meant and born to reach sky-high levels of success, and you were certain he was going to make it one day

but things get rockier by the second, and insecurity is such an ugly, ugly thing

seeing him model with other beautiful celebrities, acting in roles where he had a love interest to kiss and fondle, reading those gossip scandal articles involving him and another party every few months or so-

it all got too much for you.

all you needed was some reassurance... but young and vivacious sukuna, drunk on this fame and attention, failed to recognise that and left you feeling neglected.

not on purpose tho, he's never engaged in infidelity, he's never gazed upon someone else with lust or love on his mind - he was using everyone around him as a stepping stone towards his own career

sukuna's known you since forever, and he was confident that you knew his affection for you was unwavering... so he failed to understand where you were coming from whenever you brought these things up

arguments after arguments after arguments

the worst part of it was that he wanted to keep his relationship with you a secret. saying something about how having a significant other would slow his progress in his career down... the decision was urged on by the entertainment company that he was in a contract with

it hurt so damn much when he was being interviewed on tv about his romantic life, only for him to tell the world he was single.

it leads to more arguing.

of course, as a rising celebrity, he was quite awfully busy with many business trips and attending a lot of parties and galas

another terrible fight occurred right before he had to leave for a flight overseas but by then, youd pretty much already decided that you were going to leave him

you basically ghosted him, packing all your belongings overnight, blocking his number and all his social media accounts, making sure even all yours and his mutual friends didn't know of your whereabouts. you're going to start fresh. and give him no closure.

it was petty revenge, and maybe immature of you, but you were just as young as he was, and you wanted him to hurt as badly as you were hurting back then.

sukuna's still overseas, having just come back from another fancy gathering and is fresh out of the shower, in his hotel room... he decides he's gonna try and give you a call, but ofc you don't pick up

he sighs and convinces himself that he'll sort things out with you later when he gets back, not knowing that there won't be a 'later'.

meanwhile you're dragging a suitcase out of the apartment, taking a taxi somewhere else far away, crying as you pass by giant billboards that have pictures of sukuna plastered all over

he feels like such a faraway person now. no longer someone who you used to cuddle closely in bed, or hold hands with. you're not even sure of who you are without him anymore.

you could imagine his reaction when he came home, only to find your entire existence missing. seriously, it was like you were never there. you left nothing of yours behind, and the place was cleaned spick and span, not a hair of yours to be found.

when was the last time sukuna felt so panicked?? this dull ache in his chest, as he spams you calls and texts that never reach you

he contacts mutual friends in rotation but everyone is absolutely clueless... he considers filing a missing persons case but then a trusted friend of yours tells him to not look for you... and that you wanted them to relay a message to him, just a simple goodbye.

what the fuck are you talking about?

oh, here comes a severe headache.

his mind is whirring with overlapping memories, thoughts, regrets, thinking about any clues that might give away where you couldve gone, but theres simply nothing

the shock moves into sorrow, then denial, and then it turns to anger. does he mean nothing to you? so much so that youd abandon him without saying a word?

its like he was going through the five stages of grief, but for someone who he knew was still alive..

eventually, he finds a rebound out of spite. if youve left him, then it's means he's free and single, right? he gets himself piss-drunk, and beds another, only to wake up feeling absolutely disgusted. it feels like... it feels like he's cheated on you. even though you're already gone. he's just a mess of conflicting emotions, and it lasts for so long.

the reason why he doesnt hire someone or use some other underhanded method to actually look for you is because of a weird mixture of both his pride and feelings of insecurity, thinking that maybe, just maybe, you do deserve someone better, someone who understands you more... (and he's also fearful that someone like you, might've already found love somewhere else, and he's definitely not confident that he'll be able to act maturely if he sees its true)

eventually, acceptance does come... but does it really?

i like to think he went through many failed relationships, his partners always leaving him upon witnessing him getting intoxicated and calling for none other than your name in his state. someone who no one around him knows anymore.

years pass, and time really does allow you to forget. for both you and sukuna alike. in your mid thirties, both of you are single at this time.

you've been busy with your new job at some company (dont ask me, i was too lazy to decide what kind, so u guys can make this one up bye), and he made sure to keep himself busy as well. no time for fleeting romance.

of course, until fate does that weird thing where it pushes people together again... a new project lands in your lap, where it involves some kind of collaboration with THE celebrity, ryomen sukuna. of fucking course.

you really did desperately try to get it off and pass this off to some other colleague but they insisted your involvement was necessary. what are you supposed to do? you almost decide to quit... but this job means a lot to you... you can't just throw everything away because of an ex... right?

and, oh my god, when the first meeting does happen, involving the celebrity himself, you and a couple other coworkers to discuss the project, sukuna sees you and his brain short circuits for a moment.

he starts doubting his own vision, and then he reminisces, in the middle of whatever the fuck everyone else was talking about during the meeting.

"... Mr. Ryomen?" one of the other participants ask.

he clears his throat, regains his composure and regathers his focus. he's an actor for god's sake. and he starts speaking, with thoughts of you in the back of his mind. about how much youve changed, but also remained exactly the same...

during introductions, you shake his hand and act professionally. his eye twitches. will you continue to pretend not to know him even afterwards? should he talk to you separately after this? no... doing that would mean he's the desperate one...

when you saw sukuna hesitating, part of you felt relieved. so you're not the only one getting freaked out. you don't expect him to acknowledge you anymore, though.

after the meeting, he walks out feeling confident that he's going to ignore you back, if this was the kind of game you're going to play with him. you mean nothing to him, just as he means nothing to you.

but he remembers the shock that went down his spine at the feeling of the warmth in your hand. he watches you take an elevator by yourself, and tries to make a split second decision on whether he wants to let you go, or if he wants to chase you down.

he probably shouldn't bother.

but he impulsively speed walks down towards you, anyway.

youre startled when the elevator doors are blocked from closing just at the last second, with someone's arm coming through between. your heart skips a beat seeing that it's none other than sukuna.

what is this sensation? this mix of fear and... excitement. you should be unperturbed. you're over him. he's someone from the past. you're buzzing with these feelings, but there also comes a creeping resentment that finds its way to you again, as you try to remember why you left him in the first place.

he unclicks whatever level you were heading to, and clicks on the highest level instead. he's gonna take you to the rooftop of the building, where he can confront you peacefully.

"Mr. Ryomen? Is there something wrong?" you ask him. still feigning ignorance. like salt to a wound. you know its another petty move from your part, but you can't help yourself.

"Don't call me that. You know damn well why I'm here," Sukuna drawls, sounding more sad than angry. they've really become strangers.

you grow silent, being hit with a pang of guilt. deep down, you knew you shouldve handled it more maturely than that. he deserved closure, and you needed it too. but isn't it too late for all that now?

the conversation flows tense, but unravels slowly. there's still a lot of questions being withheld though. he wants to ask you how youve been. were you able to sleep peacefully after you left him? why did you have to leave in the worst way possible?

a familiar headache creeps up.

simultaneously, the anger finds its way in his heart all over again. he knows he didn't do much good towards the end of their relationship either but ghosting him was plain disrespectful and childish.

you surprise him when you give a sudden heartfelt apology.

you tell him that you know apologising now after all these years is frankly almost meaningless but still, he didnt deserve to be left behind in that kind of way. you admit that you should've communicated with him properly that you were breaking up with him.

he's left kinda speechless, bc he was so ready to be all snarky to you after everything.. he's still mad, but he can't really say shit anymore without sounding like too much of an asshole.

truth be told, if you did stay around to tell him that you were breaking up with him beforehand, he probably wouldn't have let you go... where would you guys be now, if you never separated?

"i've always wanted to apologise. it's been weighing on me ever since i left."

...and yet, you didn't ever think to call or text him even once afterwards? he never changed his number in hopes for that, and he hates himself for it.

"i understand that you hate me now, but let's try to get through the collaboration without trouble. and then we can part ways again."

that one pierces his heart, like a bullet. you haven't said anything technically wrong. he should hate you. or at least, he should feel indifferent by now. and yet... the way that you automatically assume so irks him badly.

"do you really believe that i hate you? aren't you the one that hates me?"

it's a stupid fucking question. what the fuck is he even saying? he wants to kick the elevator door.

"...i left because i thought you hated me, that you didn't need me anymore. and i tried to convince myself that i hated you too. but that couldn't be further from the truth. even now, i don't ha-"

before you can say any more, the elevator doors open, and a small group of employees are standing outside them, looking curiously in at you and sukuna. then, they realise who he is. they come flocking in, asking for autographs and pictures.

you quietly slip out of the crowd, and after giving one quick glance at sukuna, who visibly wants to pursue you again, you walk away to avoid gathering attention on yourself. wait-! dammit- he thinks.

he can't chase after you. he can't call out for you to stop. he can't push all of these people away. if he did, it will cause rumours and unfavourable articles to fly out. let's try to get through the collaboration without trouble. his own fame becomes another obstacle between you and him.

back then, you were his whole world, yet somewhere along the path, he started to fail in making you feel like it.

he watches you take the fire exit towards the emergency stairs, while he's surrounded by overbearing fans who beg for his attention. you're going to have to walk down in your heels, all because of him. as he catches the final glimpse of you, as he's reluctantly dealing with his fans, he begins to understand, a little bit. he didn't want to understand why you decided to leave him. but he does now. a little.

a couple of stairwells down, you eventually pause for a moment and sit down on the last step to take a breather. you wipe your sweaty palms against your skirt. the familiar tug at your heart, in which your insecurities come flowing back to you, seeing him surrounded. you need to build higher, stronger walls around you from now.

when sukuna is done on his end, and sends them off down the elevator, he goes off to check down the stairs you went, but you've already booked it. slipped right through his fingers. you were about to say something important. with unresolved feelings, sukuna also takes the stairs down, with a heavy heart. each step down brings him another old, nostalgic memory of you to him.

from then on, the more he interacts with you during work-related matters, the more apparent it becomes that he still harbors feelings for you. he tries to ignore it, push it back down, but it only returns twice as overwhelming.

your voice. the way you smile. the scent of your perfume. exactly the same as back then. yet, he also observes the changes that have occurred in you; how you act, speak and the kinds of words you use, as well as seeing you in such a professional setting rather than personal - everything is coming together to allure him more, and he's in a state where he's unable to resist this attraction, but also unable to act on it, because he's not sure how you'd react to it.

he knows it's not just him getting drunk on nostalgia.

the next time he catches you alone, he makes sure to tell you that he doesn't hate you like you believe he does. you'd never admit it, but that gave you butterflies in your stomach.

in fact, everything sukuna does, even just locking eyes with you for a few seconds, is enough to make your heart rate increase, intensifying when he looks at you almost like... almost like he wants you. you must be imagining things.

he finds himself doing uncharacteristic deeds, like sending coffee for all the staff members. his manager passes them out to everybody, including you. he doesn't know if you still like your coffee the same way as he remembers, but he makes sure that yours is a little different, a little more specific than everyone else's, in hopes that you'll notice these small gestures of his.

over the course of the project, he inches closer to you, ever so slowly. but you don't seem to budge. even worse, you seem to be avoiding him as much as you possibly can. you avert your gaze from his. stagger away when he gets close.

he brings it up on one occasion, when he's able to approach you at the back of the building, where there's no one around, and no watchful eyes of a nosy audience. it's definitely frustrating and unpleasant- when he wants to speak with you, he has to keep distance in case another scandal rises. he doesn't want to drag you into the spotlight, without knowing if you're okay with it first.

sukuna only really talks to you when there's nobody around. maybe he's being considerate of you, but it gives you the impression that he doesn't want to be seen hanging around with you. it makes you remember things you don't want to. it makes you remember that being with him now requires a courage that you're not sure that you have. at the very least, you know you definitely didn't have it back then.

you keep conversations short with him, and try to leave. but he keeps at it persistently. what is he trying to do? is he toying with you?

"you're acting like you want us to get back together. don't do things that'll make me misunderstand," you tell him. you were trying to provoke him. expecting him to deny it harshly and back away, because you knew he was prideful- he'd never be caught being hung up over an ex.

"...and? what if i told you that i do want that? would you stop avoiding me then?" he takes one step forward, and you take one back, proving his point.

why is he pushing aside his ego for you? where did all his arrogance go off to? this isn't how the sukuna in his twenties would've responded. his answer makes you waver, and you don't appreciate that. you try not to show it.

"no. i'd only begin to avoid you even more. so don't start."

"i'm not," you deny, but your voice betrays you. he clings onto that.

"why? ...afraid that you'd cave in to me?"

like the way he's already pretty much caved in for you?

"you don't sound very convincing."

"...would you want someone who'd choose their career over you?"

that stops him in his tracks. he has nothing to say to that. because he did make that mistake. where he prioritised his job over your feelings.

"i don't hate or blame you for that anymore, sukuna. but you have to understand... i don't want to go through that pain ever again. i don't want to hold you back. we both deserve more compatible partners."

your own words sting yourself, and you try to go again right after saying that, because it's getting too much for you. his hand flies out to grab yours out of instinct, to stop you from leaving. leaving him again.

it's really not like him to be the clingy ex, pathetically begging to be taken back, but he's willing to throw such pride away if it means you'll be appeased. if you'll let him back into your life again.

"don't say that. you never held me back-- you were my home and my everything, and i was the one that started to take you for granted," he says gently, his low voice laced with sorrow, so uncharacteristically. you've only ever heard this kind of tone from him once before, and it was when his grandfather, who was like a parent to him, had passed away. his thumb brushes over your hand.

"give me another chance. this time i'll let the whole world know about us. about how much you mean to me."

he gets in close ever so slowly, and you let him, for only a moment, before gently pushing him away, with a hand on his chest.

sukuna hitches in a breath, heart sinking to his stomach. he wants to embrace you so, so, so bad. he needs your warmth. always has been. always will. but he sees that you're unrelenting, which breaks him.

"no, stop... i'm sorry, i can't."

you're still scared. you keep thinking about how lonely you felt when you were with him, at least right before the break up. seeing him laughing through the tv screen. alone in the living room. and all the arguments.

your hand slips out of his, and he lets you go. he feels empty when you walk away. hollow. the similar feeling he felt when you first left him, but less anguish and more despair. when he gets home, he tries to drink those feelings away. something he rarely does. old regrets and heartaches return, and he drinks until he passes out.

while he drinks, you weep. crying into your pillow, wondering if you're doing the right thing. wondering if this is how it's supposed to be. terrified of being with him again, but also terrified of losing him, like a hypocrite.

from then on, sukuna keeps a respectful distance from you... no longer trying to make approaches in secret, no longer pursuing you every chance he gets. but he still sends out coffee. even provides snacks to the crew. little do they know, they're the kinds of snacks that he knows you loved. hopefully, you still do. he'll keep his distance because it's what you want, but he wishes to keep doing these little things for you. subtly.

and you notice it, too. you have vivid memories of telling him about your favourites and preferences back then, and you recognise what he's trying to do. you drink the coffee. and you always grab a handful of the snacks. you do appreciate it. it makes you happy that he remembers. on a few occasions, you turn to look at him, only to witness him looking away at the last second.

it's not too long before the project is successfully finalised, and all their efforts have been rewarded. a celebration is due, and your boss throws a party at a fancy hotel for everyone to enjoy themselves at. sukuna had stopped going to so many gatherings and parties quite a while ago, but he attends knowing that you'll be there as well. he'll see you for the final time before he'll lose any excuses to be around you ever again. it'll be the final night.

you exchange a few words with him at the venue, but the two of you leave each other to mingle with other groups reluctantly, to avoid suspicion. both of you are quite tense all throughout the night, sipping on some wine to ease it, but it still doesn't relax the tension you feel, no matter how far away sukuna stands from you.

a few hours in, and you decide to excuse yourself early to head up into your designated hotel room. your boss covered the expenses for a night, and it would've been a waste to decline it, so you decided to stay. sukuna isn't around anywhere at the venue anymore, so you assume he's already left. you thought about saying farewell, but it didn't seem appropriate after you flat out rejected him. you still have doubts about the decision. because you miss him. but what's done is done, and you can't take back what you've already said.

however, getting to the hotel elevator, you notice he's standing there, with miraculous timing. you awkwardly "hey" him, and he says it back, hands in his pockets.

the two of you step inside when it arrives, and the thick tension remains.

"i'm surprised. i thought you'd be staying around longer for the party," you tell him.

he can't tell you that he found it unbearable, to see you hanging around other people, but being unable to get closer to you himself.

"i just got a bit tired," he lies. "did you have a lot to drink?"

"not at all. i had a few glasses, but i'm still sober."

"same here."

as the lift gets closer to your level, you get antsy, thinking about what to say before you leave, but your thoughts get interrupted when he asks you something abruptly.

"...can i walk you to your room? for the last time."

you swallow thickly on nothing, and feel how your chest aches at the words. last time.

"alright. sure," you say.

he wasn't expecting you to say yes, but he's glad you're letting him stay beside you a little longer. you're staring at the elevator doors, but he's looking at your face from the side. if only the lift would malfunction and stop, right here.

but it doesn't, and soon, he's really walking beside you as you get to your hotel room door, in silence. you unlock it using your key, and then that's it.

"thanks for walking me here," you say rather sheepishly. the thought of him wanting to spend even a few more seconds with you... your hold on the door knob is tight as you stand, face turned around to look at him. it's taking everything in you to stand your ground. last minute guilt and regrets are bombarding your thoughts, and...

"i'll say this now because i probably won't get another chance again," sukuna starts, looking directly into your eyes. his eyes are mellow, and he looks wistful.

"i'm sorry. i realised i never apologised, even though that's the first thing you did for me," he starts. he knows there's a mountain of reasons he is apologising for, but he decides he'll keep this short for your sake.

".. i can't lie to you and say that i wish for your happiness with someone else. 'm not that nice." you know it the best. and you understand, because you don't think you'd be able to withstand seeing him happy with someone else, either.

"find your happiness elsewhere, thanks," he grunts humorously. for god's sake. he's never been good at things like this. being heartfelt. at least it made you chuckle a bit. his expression of indignation melts away into a melancholic one again.

"i still love you." (always have, always will.)

you fight back sudden tears, and your throat begins to ache. sukuna unclenches his fist, and tries to relax himself more.

"and...i'll miss you," he breathes the phrase out. says it so quietly, like it hurts for him to say. (i don't want to let you go.)

something snaps within you and everything starts to scream at you to take everything back, and stop him from going away. don't go- don't go- don't go-

"...goodnight."

he notices your wet eyes, and he has to fight back against the urge to reach out and wipe it away. to rescind his farewell, and pull you into his arms again - forcefully, if he has to. he needs to leave, before he loses control.

you're panicking, and your vision is swimming, and you don't think you'll ever be happy again if you let him go like this-- you're gonna be heartbroken in the worst way imaginable. you want him back, and you know you're being unreasonable after turning him down like that, but you don't care anymore. you want to go against your fears. you want to try being with him again.

before you can stop yourself, your hand catches onto the hem of sukuna's sleeve, seconds before he takes another step away from you.

his eyes widen, and he looks at your grip on his sleeve, like he's checking to see if it's real, and he's not making this shit up in his mind. his heart beats impossibly fast. his hopes skyrocket. the world decided to have mercy on him.

"...you're being unfair, grabbing onto me like this. after i went through hell just now, trying to say goodbye." he's being awfully patient right now.

you don't respond, only silently weeping.

he waits to see if you'll let go, whether this was just an act out of a temporary fickle in your heart, but your grip remains tight, and you're now just looking up at him with tears rolling down, eyes glossy and desperate, pulling at his heart strings. you only let go when he comes back to you, not hesitant to brush his thumbs across your face now, wiping the wetness away.

"what do you want me to do? tell me, and i'll do it. leave? stay?" sukuna coos at you, like he's always done before, waiting patiently until you've calmed down enough to respond properly.

"i shouldn't... i shouldn't let you in. not after how much i'd pushed you away," you whisper. today was supposed to mark the end of it all.

he doesn't even give a fuck about that anymore. what matters is now.

"...but do you want to let me in?"

"...yes," you hic.

he takes a couple of steps forward, making you step back with him, his hand on your waist to make sure you don't trip on the way. he goes past the doorway and into your hotel room slowly. one- two- three- steps. he closes the door behind him quietly.

"and..? what next?" he asks in a low voice, standing close to you, one hand still remaining on your waist, and the other on your upperarm.

"i... i don't know. i just need you," you mumble, looking up at him, eyes red from crying and half-closed. your hands inch up along his back, grabbing handfuls of his suit jacket. sukuna hitches in a breath and something dark flashes across his eyes. they reflect his desire, his almost carnal desperation for you-

"forgive me. i don't think i can hold myself back, anymore."

he captures your lips in his, and groans shamelessly into you. you grip onto him tighter, heart beating so rambunctiously that you fear he can hear it too. it feels too good. the moment he reached you, it felt like the final piece of a puzzle clicking in to complete a full picture.

you part your mouth, and he wastes no time in slipping his tongue inside, kissing you in the way he knows you love, in the way it makes your lips tingle, and, oh god, even after all these years, he still knows how to get you going like no other.

sukuna tastes the traces of wine on your tongue, and even better, he tastes you, the one he'd been missing and craving all this time, the warmth of your skin and touch, your scent, just everything about you, you, you.

he backs you towards the bed, without breaking this breathless, hungry kiss, where he softly lays you down, with him being above you, chest to chest, arms supporting his weight. he momentarily pulls away from you simply just to breathe, and the two of you gaze at each other for a hot second, full of love and lust, breaths overlapping one another. he attempts to ask you "do you still wanna continue?" just in case, but before he gets to say a word, you grab him by his tie and pull his lips to yours again, beginning to loosen it and take it off.

he understands that you want it, now. you successfully manage to untie it, somehow, with just willpower alone, and you start aiming for his buttons next, undoing them one by one. your actions send sparks down to all of his limbs, and he feels so fulfilled by your desire of him, being as intense as how he obsesses over you.

soon after you're done with it, he takes them off and chucks his own clothes away, rendering him half-naked. your hole clenches around nothing at the sight once he pulls away again, his firm muscles and the same old tattoos that you vividly remembered the patterns of. you greedily run your palms across his pecs, eyes turning to hearts. he smirks at you.

it's his turn now, and he doesn't hesitate to start undressing you as well. sukuna gets dizzy at the thought of being able to feast his eyes on your body. he dives in to keep kissing you, and then begins to unbutton you with such speed, it almost startles you.

it's off. your breasts are out in the open now, and sukuna has his fill with massaging them with his large hand, having missed them so much. his palm feels so hot, and your nipples pebble up at his touch, making you gasp into his mouth.

his kiss moves over to the side of your face, it glides down your neck, shoulders, and eventually reaches the swell of your chest. your fingers brush through the pink of his hair as he does so, and you purse your lips together, basking in the feeling of his warm kisses littering your skin. he leaves you hickeys-- the same shape and size and same locations as he used to even during your days in highschool, and you chuckle to yourself at the thought.

it's not long before he's loosening your skirt and slipping your undergarments down, getting rid of your slick-stained panties, much to his satisfaction. sukuna rubs a thumb over your aroused clit, and you whimper, having missed the touch of a man- his touch specifically.

"fuck... you're so wet.... all for me?" he asks, proceeding to slip two fingers into your weeping hole. you arch your back at the feeling, how his thick digits scissor inside of you and press up against a particularly lovely spot. he watches your every response as he does so, watching how you moan because of his touch, and how you're grabbing at his wrist because it's getting too intense. his cock prods uncomfortably against his pants. you're producing so much slick, and his fingers are getting absolutely drenched.

when he takes them out, you whine a little in disappointment.

"i know, i know. i'll give you something better," he whispers, kissing your cheek.

he unbuckles himself, and lowers his boxers to reveal his aching dick, tip wet with precum, veins bulging out the sides. looks the same as you remember. he pumps it a couple of times with his hand that's still covered with your slick, and he twitches. this isn't a dream, is it?

"oh god, please, i need it-" you plead, your hole feeling eager and empty.

"it's all yours," he mumbles. your begging makes him lightheaded as he lines himself up at your weeping cunt.

"i'm all yours."

when he sinks in deep to the hilt, you cry out at the fullness, as his tip pushes the spot inside you that had been feeling so lonely for years. your hands finds themselves against his back, feeling for his tight muscles.

"shit- 'm gonna lose my mind," sukuna groans as he gives a few shallow thrusts into you, cock so hard and throbbing wildly as your plush walls clamp on him and coats him with your arousal. he grabs one of your hands from his back and interlocks his fingers with yours against the mattress, before leaning down to bring his lips against the side of your neck.

"oh, thank god... thank god, you changed your mind. i love you. i would've been so fucking miserable without you, doll. for the rest of my life," he croons, breath fanning so close to your ear. you shudder at the tone of his voice, tearing up again, mixed with pleasure and relief, and you grab his hand tighter.

you turn your head a little more to the side, making it easier for sukuna to bite and suck on the sensitive skin of your neck, as his thrusts increase in speed, nudging your g-spot with every movement.

soon enough, he's bringing his attention back to your tongue, which he caresses with his own, nibbling on your lower lip, maintaining this same perfect pace in his thrusts that brings you closer to your orgasm.

"sukuna- i'm- i'm gonna-" you say breathlessly.

but he merely kisses you again, swallowing up any words you could say or moans you could let out, not minding the gasps and whimpers that you make.

sweat beads on his perfect body, and he makes out with you through your high, groaning back when he feels your walls flutter around him. he's close. even once you've finished cumming, he begins to pound into you quicker, wanting to get to his own orgasm. you claw at his back, crying out in pleasure, as sukuna's tongue lathers your jawline.

he wants to breed you so fucking bad. but no, that'll have to wait. he can't do something to jeopardize your trust in him. he'd rather die than endure another second of being distanced from you again.

right before he's pushed off the edge, sukuna pulls out and desperately jerks himself off above your stomach, panting as his cock throbs in his hand with every spurt that coats you, feeling so hot against your tummy.

you feel a twinge of disappointment, because you also wanted to feel that in your womb...

his dick twitches weakly after being spent, and he breathes heavily, liking the sight of you being covered in his seed for another time. (and many more from now.)

" 'kuna... it's a safe day for me today," you suggest to him without thinking. "i want it inside me..."

the phrase is enough to get heat pooling in his abdomen, and he feels himself get hard all over again.

"you sure, doll? if it's what you want, i'll..." he begins to say, almost flustered by your suggestion. you know you shouldn't say this next line, but it's so easy to get carried away with this man... get caught up in the heat of the moment.

"i want your babies so bad."

you've hit his switch. sukuna growls and puts you into a mating press instantaneously, making you squeak.

"no takebacks," he mutters dangerously, beginning the second round.

the night is long, but heavenly, as soon after he dumps everything he has into your womb, then proceeds to eat you out, making you cry for the third time before sunrise.

when you're awake, it's already heading past midday, and you're relieved to see that yesterday's happenings were not a dream, seeing as the large man is sleeping with an iron hold around your body, as if subconsciously afraid you'd leave him before he woke up again.

he awakens from his slumber to your light, feathery touches on his face, which puts him in a good mood from the moment he opens an eye. it was the scenario he's always dreamed of. waking up next to you, smiling.

there's much to talk about. about what's to come next, future plans, worries, and things they need to do to make amends for all the lost years between each other. but you decide to take things slow.

back to bullet points again bc im lazy to write it properly now

you spend the weekend w him at the hotel and stuff, just playing eating and sleeping, catching up yk

he tells you on his own accord that he wants to let everyone know that he's with you now, but he's worried that it'll bring backlash to you but you tell him you're going to be brave and take it, bc you WANT everyone to know

anyway prepare for turbulence

but everything'll be alright bc hes with you

im thinking about how mopey he'll be when you have to separate from him bc you each have your own homes rn, hes always asking you to come over or if he can come over to your place

and he'll be begging you to move in soon, like old times (he lives in a rich man house now tho)

and also thinking about how its a fresh start, but they also go through old memories and now reminiscing isnt painful anymore bc yall are back together

sukuna also says he's stopped doing romance genres in acting bc he had felt annoyed acting in lovey dovey scenes when his own love life used to be in shambles all the time

and bc hes at a point in his career where he has more choice in choosing between scripts that are offered to him, he's going to continue to decline the ones that have love interests, it doesnt affect him that much anyway

he's just being more considerate of your feelings now... and you promised him that you'll never just disappear like that again when you're upset haha...

sometimes when you still have a few disagreements with him, he keeps subtly checking up on you (hes traumatised, leave him be)

lots of facetiming when he has to go overseas for filming purposes <3

okay, thats all, bye <3

Masterlist

[hopesangelsprite]

The Summoning

Pairing: Vampire!Illumi x Reader

Summary: Being immortal can grow very old, very quickly and Illumi's found that out the hard way. The only reasonable solution would be to find a suitable playmate, right?

Warnings: mentions of blood/death/murder, biting, size/strength difference, fingering, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, dacryphilia, breeding kink, degradation, female ejaculation, manipulation (vampire compulsion)

MINORS/AGELESS ACCS DNI

Viewer discretion is advised.

Oh, and my love

Did I mistake you for a sign from God?

Or are you really here to cast me off?

Or maybe just to turn me on

Illumi watched with half-lidded eyes as his servants removed a corpse from his feet, nothing left of the younger male but an empty, soulless husk. How many had he gone through now? 30? 300? Whatever the death toll was, it didn't matter. Illumi no longer cared for numbers, the sheer quantity of his years on earth drawing him to the conclusion that they were overrated.

"Bring me the next one.", he ordered while leaning further into the large throne chair he'd taken residence in, "If this one doesn't satisfy me, I'll be draining one of you in their place.". Illumi let threat roll off his blood-stained lips easily, keen on fulfilling it should he be presented another weakling.

There was a brief silence before the doors to his quarters opened, your figure edging closer uncertainly. The closer you got, the better he was able to analyze you. Unlike his previous victims, there were no tears in your eyes or trembling in your limbs. Though you eyed him warily, he sensed you were more curious than afraid. You were quite attractive, as well; with smooth curves just barely concealed by what was left of a skirt and halter top. As you finally got within arm's reach of him, you sank to your knees with fluttering lashes.

Illumi's cock twitched at the sight, the position giving him a perfect view of your tits and exposed thighs. "Do you know why you're here, pretty thing?", he inquired whilst making a mental note of just how fragile you were in comparison to him. To any mortal man, you'd be considered healthy, maybe even too much so for those on the weaker end of the male spectrum. To Illumi, however, you were nothing but a doll, a plaything he could bend and contort to his undead heart's content.

"I was running from my old life... I was promised shelter.", you answered after a moment and Illumi chuckled. He leaned forward, crimson tongue flicking over glinting fangs, and grasped your face with a large, ring-laden hand. "There's no safety for you here, little doll, only death or imprisonment.", he drawled out, keen eyes catching the way your thighs pressed together at his touch. With one hand, you removed his hand from your face, head turning to place a kiss on his palm. The other you placed on his dark denim-clad thigh, fingers tracing patterns into the coarse material. "Then I should aim to please, no?", you inquired as your hand crept closer to his belt.

'Cause these days

I would be lying if I told you that

I didn't wish that I could be your man

Or maybe make a good girl bad

A smirk graced Illumi's lips at your insinuation, lust deepening within him as you carefully undid his belt's clasp. So, he leaned back, dark eyes watching you like a predator behind inky tresses. He pushed his hips forward to allow you better access to him, reveling in the tiny gasp you let out upon freeing his cock. His skin was milky, fading into a pretty pink closer to his weeping tip; a few veins adorned his shaft, a little longer than he was thick. Your mouth watered at the sight, core moistening as you took him into your hands.

Illumi groaned at the softness of your skin against his, catching his bottom lip between a fang as you gave him a few experimental strokes. You shuffled closer, knees no doubt bruising from the floor's harsh surface. You placed your chin on his knees, inquiring eyes boring into his as you swiped a thumb over his leaky slit; you were seeking permission, how wonderfully submissive of you. "Go on then, have a taste.", he permitted with a lazy nod.

His breath caught in his throat as your warm, plush lips enveloped his cockhead, your tongue following shortly afterward. You kissed him wetly, the taste of precum unfamiliar yet welcomed. You took him into your mouth once more, this time sucking him as far back into your throat as you could. A deep, satisfied hum rumbled through Illumi's chest as he watched you begin to come up for air, a blood-stained hand tangling itself into your hair to stop your rising and push you down further. "Now, now. Don't underestimate yourself, darling, you can take a little bit more.", he mewled over the sound of your gagging, "Can't you?".

Illumi finally let you up after a few moments, cooing at the sight of tear-streaked mascara kissing your cheeks. Still, your eyes only held a strange look of awe and adoration; one that Illumi found himself mirroring as you continued to suck him off ever so sweetly. Illumi hissed as he pulled you off his cock, leaning down to catch your lips with his. He deepened the kiss as he guided you from the floor onto his lap, the taste of his arousal on your tongue only making him harder.

As Illumi broke the kiss, lips dipping to nip at your neck while his hands slipped underneath your skirt, a low curse escaped him as his fingers met your bare, soaked core. He found his sanity waning. "Nothing underneath?", he hummed as he brought your face close to his, "What a pretty little slut you are.". He locked eyes with you, eye contact unwavering as he pushed two long fingers past your entrance and began searching for that soft, spongy spot he knew would have you singing praises.

You whimpered upon the intrusion, thighs quaking as he began scissoring you open. Illumi took your bottom lip between his teeth and tugged, enjoying your breathy moans and the noises coming from your sopping cunt. "Feels good, doesn't it.", he chuckled as your hips began rutting against his palm, "I think we both know what'll feel much better, though.".

I've got a river running right into you

I've got a blood trail, red in the blue

Something you say or something you do

The taste of the divine

Before you could reach your high, Illumi pulled his fingers from your cunt. Without a second of hesitation, he shoved those same fingers into your throat as he pulled you down onto his cock, allowing very little protest as your pelvises met abruptly. More tears welled behind your lash line as you adjusted to the stretch of him overfilling your pussy, tip nuzzled snuggly against your cervix and g-spot. "Filthy fucking whore.", he spat as he pulled his fingers from your mouth and began manhandling you up the expanse of his shaft, "My filthy fucking whore.".

You cried out in pleasure as he pulled you back down, setting a quick and unforgiving rhythm. Illumi watched your tits bounce beneath the fabric of your top ruefully as he continued to use you like a doll. He growled as he tugged at its neckline, hips bucking up into you as it freed your breasts with a loud rip. You shivered as Illumi leaned forward to take one of your nipples between his teeth, gently tugging at it before swirling his tongue around the sensitive flesh. He continued his ministrations, switching between left and right, with a single hand keeping a bruising grip on your hip while the other busied itself by rolling your clit between its thumb and index finger.

Illumi felt your soft walls flutter around him and he groaned into your skin, pulling your body impossibly closer to his. He released your tit with a loud pop, hips pistoning his cock into you faster as he licked a stripe up your chest and neck. It didn't take him long to find your pulse, suckling over the skin while imagining just how sweet you'd taste. Soon, his cock was throbbing in perfect time with your moans, his high growing closer and closer the more you called out his name and begged him to slow down. Instead, he removed himself from your neck, pulling your forehead against his to lock eyes with you.

The air between and around you quickly grew tense, a steady thrum of energy bringing you closer to your high as Illumi's dark eyes melted into a bloody, crimson shade. "Cum for me.", he moaned into your mouth, head dipping to pierce your skin with his fangs. Without warning, your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, curses and pleas tumbling from your lips as the stinging pain of being bitten melded into overwhelming pleasure. Your mind grew numb as you came, your arousal spraying over Illumi's lap as he drank you in. And you let him, body trembling and unable to come down from the violent high he'd brought upon you.

You've got my body, flesh, and bone

The sky above, the earth below

Nothing to say and nowhere to go

A taste of the divine

Illumi released your neck after a long moment, tongue lapping up a few stray beads of blood as he pulled your hips flush against his and filled you with his seed. Another tremor crept down your spine at the sudden hot, sticky substance filling your womb, Illumi whispering sweet nothings and pretty vows into your ear to coax you out of the trance he'd locked you in. You blinked once, then twice, to clear the white spots and tears from your vision.

"There you are, little one.~", he purred before placing a kiss on the now bruising bite mark he'd given you, "Was afraid I lost you for a second.". All you could do was whimper, slumping forward to rest your head in the crook of his shoulder. Your scent faintly mingled with sex and iron filled his nostrils, tempting him to finish draining and breeding you. He let you rest, though, leaning back into the chair with his cock still plugging you full as he, too, drifted into sleep for the first time in centuries.

Besides, the venom and cum in your system would need time to take effectively.

[asyliah]

Lucky for you, that's what I like! xiao x f!reader

𐙚 . sum . You just got dumped and thought going into bar and flirt a guy named Xiao is a good idea. <spoiler alert!> It is a good idea.

𐙚 . warnings : Dom Xiao .ᐟ Y/N took the initiative .ᐟ drunk sex .ᐟ creampie .ᐟ plot twist at end .ᐟ unprotective sex .ᐟ Sub xiao at first .ᐟ please tell if there's more

Your boyfriend callously ended your relationship, claiming that he discovered someone else who could better fulfill his desires and be intimate with him. It made your blood boil just to think about his reasons for breaking up were all about fucking sex, and because you don’t want to do it yet because of trust issues. All those sweet words, promises, and futures he said are all gone in the ditch. It was that night you thought of going to a bar just to forget every problem, and maybe finally get another guy. All you ever wanted is to taste the sweet revenge of your now ex-boyfriend that you're not the only one who can pull another one.

You wore that slanted violet dress that had frills on the side, and your legs covered in fish nets. All dolled up, despite being lost in the crowded bar. Hands elegantly resting on the counter, slurring every thought that you could muster while drinking another shot of tequila on your throat. It wasn't your plan to get drunk at the bar, not in this state! You quickly stood up from the bar stool and suddenly tripped from the high stiletto heels you wore.

Someone caught you in his arms, and when you tried to see his face clearly, it suddenly caught your attention. A handsome guy, with green dyed hair with a streak, his hair tied to his side, his bangs almost alluring a mystery, and his ember eyes staring at you in shock.

“Cutie, what’s your name?” you asked him, fingers circling in the hem of his shirt. “X-xiao,” he stuttered. “Are you single? You’re too cute to be not single…”

“I am single..”

That’s all for you to start flirting with him nonstop, poor guy, he only wanted to have a taste of the bar's seasoned cocktail when some cute drunk girl suddenly teased him.

You were asking his name, laughing seductively, everything at once. Yet Xiao didn't try to reject your moves. How can he? He never even had a single girl in his entire life being so touchy or flirty with him, and it felt like a dream in heaven that someone he just met in a bar was all like this. Both of you already took strong shots of alchohol.

You led him into a private room and started to suggest something more than flirting. He felt your lips pressed into his, plump lips lingering in his face while he felt the bitter taste of alcohol on your tongue. Your eyes are hazy, and clouded by judgment as your desire only controls your hidden demons. Xiao keeps trying to hold himself, not giving in to this desire. But how can he when your hands are wandering into his body till to the tight area of his pants, where his cock is already leaking in precum from the arousal? It's been pain ever since he's been trying to receive every tease you get from him and the compliments you showered. Yet Xiao knew you were not sober and trying to tell you that you're drunk and you shouldn't be doing this even though deep in his mind he wanted this to happen. His hard cock already hardened from the images of your naked body under him, completely at his mercy as you took his length like a good girl.

His imagination gone wild from the thought of it. 

Now he is also drunk in lust and the lewd display, putting a show him like a bitch in heat, debauched and so loose of control. Messy hair, lipstick smudge on your lips, and the showy dress that shows your sexy figure make it hard to control. "I want you," you slur into his ears while chuckling. "You're such a cute boy, I wanna eat you whole," you licked your lips.

And you slowly go down in him, taking off the belt and his pants. Taking off every bit of clothes he had, springing his hard cock, erect and a good length for you. It was thick, and girthy, with the tip already leaking angrily––begging to be touched. The ecstasy of your lips in his hard cock going up and down, your tongue doing wonders in every part. His tip being licked with your sly tongue, his cock reaching the back of your throat making him moan in the euphoria at the new feeling he discovered. His hands slithered their way to your head, guiding the pace, till every lock of your hair was gripped tight into his knuckles, taking control. You almost gagged at his rough pace, it was so intense that your eyes teared from the arousal. The groans you made have him spurt into a few bittersweet cum in your mouth. Feeling the cum in your throat made you see stars, as you cleaned off his cock with your mouth. "Are you even a virgin?" He huskily asked in between his breaths, and you looked at him with your eyes fluttering trying to understand his question. "Me.. a virgin.. hehe," you said, licking off the remaining cum in your hands to clean it.

Xiao almost came hearing you were not a virgin, he swear to the Archons.

Seeing the sight of you going down only for him even made Xiao more aroused. Xiao grabbed you in your arms and took the initiative to kiss you so deliriously, not caring if your mouth was from his cock. He doesn't care. All needed was to kiss you badly, suckimg your tongue, and taste you. His hands wander into your breasts, while your hands in his neck hugging him. A small hum in your voice was like a lullaby in his head, and you kissed his neck slowly, giving him hickeys. As you two kiss, driven by the heat, xiao's hand slips in between your legs and tried to play with your clit so slowly. His other hand undresses your top slowly, leaving to expose your erected nipples. Xiao sucked every part of it, and every moan that was left on your lips is addicting like a siren tempting him.

"Fuck me, Xiao. I needed it. I need you," 

“W-wait. I don’t have any condom with me,” Xiao said, his mind still on places. You looked at him with puppy eyes, begging at him. “No need for it, I have a birth control.”

☆

Xiao breathed heavily beneath you, his cock reaching the deepest part of your inside as your pussy sucked his cock whole. The squelching noises in the room are so loud, and the loud moans you create every thrust and grunt he makes you feel. “Does it feel good?” he asked, his tongue licked the tears dripping in your tears. You were too fucked out to answer his question. Fuck, his dick is too good, and for the both of you to be virgins makes it more arousing to you.

Tears stung in your eyes, loving the pleasure he gives you. “Your ex must be so stupid to leave you alone, but it’s okay. It means I can have you *now.” *Xiao moaned in your ears, sucking your neck. “Your mine.” He reveled in the sight of your fucked out expression, your breath staggering trying to take everything from his length.

He softly brushed his “You dont understand how I waited for this moment,” he moaned, and you thought he could see his eyes could form hearts from the way he looked at you like a lovesick. His fingers playing with your swollen clit, and as your pussy clenched tighter in his cock, he moaned in bliss and another hot cum spurted inside of your gummy walls without a warning. Even cumming, he still railed his cock without stopping, forming a white ring in the base. You tried to register what he was trying to say, but you finally have become mindless fucked by him.

Xiao could only chuckle at your state, "Are you feeling that good?" he cooed, you were teasing him several minutes ago and now you're reduced into a babbling mess trying to take his cock. Adjusting his position closer to you as your hands reel him close to kiss another sloppy one.

It was like he knew everything about you.

He rammed another strong thrust into you, causing you to scream. There is nothing you can do but take it his own, you shudder with every thrust he takes. He took note of your expressions. Archons, you'd be the reason for his death, you're too cute. Your pussy is too tight, wet, and a squelching mess as if it was begging to be filled with another drop of his cum.

"X-xiao...more...p please.!" you begged, your nails dug at the back of his skin. Xiao hummed, "More? You want more?" he teased you, his hips grinding and rolling into you, and the tip of his cock hitting at the end of your inner walls as your eyes roll out in pleasure. You keep muttering pleas into him, anything to snap the coiling feeling of your core and just let loose of it all.

With captivating satisfaction in his eyes, he tenderly caressed your face before plunging forcefully into the sofa. "Did you know, I stalked you for years?" he thrust in you with a strong force, making you jump. His words barely register in your ears, but you tried to hear him right when another thrust plunged into you. "I loved you too much, and when I followed you here, all dolled up so pretty while you are broken from a douchebag." Xiao groaned at the thought of it. "Archons, I hate your ex. I am thankful you were the one who took the initiative for me," hearing his confession now made you sober, your clear eyes looked at him dumbfucked from his cock.

"W-what..?" you broke a question and then the knot in your core snapped, your cunt leaking with your juices. Then Xiao followed, his heavy cum overflowing into your swollen and used cunt. Both of you were trying to catch your breath, while his cock still plugged inside of your overstimulated cunt. The feeling of fullness and warmth enveloped inside, especially as it was the first time you had sex.

Xiao keeps kissing you so lovingly, and as your mind becomes clearer from the alcohol, you are uncertain about your feelings. The cutie above you looked possessive as if he was marking his territory in you.

"I love you Y/N♡. I will never ever leave you. "

🧷 @asyliah

[supreme-leader-stoat]

Where does "turn the other cheek" leave Christians in terms of self-defense?

Alright, so, big asterisk up front: we've been arguing about this among ourselves for about two millennia and it shows no signs of stopping. A Quaker is liable to give you a much different answer than a raised-Baptist.

First, some context. The "turn the other cheek" verse is specifically part of the Sermon on the Mount, where Jesus takes Old Testament law and raises the ante. The law says not to murder, He tells them not to let their anger overtake and control them to begin with. The law says not to commit adultery, He says not to even look at people with lustful intentions (this is the poke out your eye, cut off your hand passage). The law says that a man divorcing his wife has to give her the legal protections of a certificate of divorce, He says that anything short of cheating isn't valid grounds for divorce to begin with (this has a lot to do with the protections or lack thereof for unmarried women at the time, but that's a whole tangent I won't go into here). The law says to keep your oaths, He says to be such a straightforward and honest person that you don't even need to give your oath to begin with. And so on.

Now, with all that in mind; "turn the other cheek" is Him upping the ante on the segment of Mosaic law that literally gives us the phrase "an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth." It was half legal prescription on the just punishments for certain crimes, and half laying down the rules and restrictions of what constituted acceptable proportionate retaliation. If someone punches you, you can punch him back. Someone kills your brother, you can execute him. What you can't do is go and slaughter his entire family, because that's how you get blood feuds, and that doesn't end well for anybody.

Looking at it from that angle, "turn the other cheek" is a commandment against retaliation and vengeance, and this is the interpretation I've grown up around most of my life. Someone hits you and you've got the opportunity to walk away, then you take your lumps and go, and you don't stew and think about what you're gonna do to get back at him the next time you see him.

Active and immediate self-preservation is another matter. To the best of my knowledge, there is no clear prohibition in the Bible against such actions; even "he who lives by the sword shall die by the sword" is immediately followed by "Do you think that I cannot appeal to my Father, and he will at once send me more than twelve legions of angels? But how then should the Scriptures be fulfilled, that it must be so?" The rebuke isn't for acting in the defense of others, it's for getting trigger-happy when Jesus isn't in any true (immediate) danger and because it's ultimately a pointless fight; Jesus has to go to the cross.

If you'll pardon an older example, let's take a look at Esther Chapter 8. King Ahasuerus gives the Jews leave to form militias to protect themselves and their property against the lynch mobs that would be attacking them as part of Haman's genocide plot, and this is presented to us as an inherently just and sensible course of action.

So, to answer the original question, I don't believe that there's anything wrong with Christians practicing self-defense, "turn the other cheek" notwithstanding.

But.

There's one more thorny patch to consider in this whole argument, and that's the one bit of Matthew 5 that comes after "turn the other cheek": "Love your enemy, and pray for those who persecute you." The safety that Christians enjoy in the modern west is an anomaly both geographically and historically. Christianity is, at its very root, a religion of martyrs. Many and maybe even most of those martyrs have gone to their deaths, if not willingly, then at least peaceably. It's worth noting that we don't tell the story of Stephen, who made a valiant last stand against the mob that tried to stone him. We tell the story of Stephen the martyr. "Lord, do not hold this sin against them."

Honestly, I don't know that I'd have the courage to die like they did. If there's someone who's trying to hurt you, trying to hurt your family, I won't be the one to look you in the eyes and say you have to stand down; I'm already well aware of the decision I'd make in that situation. But from the moment we accept eternal life, our old lives here on Earth are forfeit. Any time that could be taken from us with our death is on loan to begin with. A hypothetical attacker in a self-defense situation isn't guaranteed that same benefit. They might very well have far, far more to lose than we do.

I don't believe Christians are forbidden self-defense, but I think we are expected to weigh the costs.

[acciotaitlynn]

⤷ xavierxrafayelxzaynexsylusxreader

⤷ sexual content, 18+, oral; ꒰f&m receiving꒱ angst, too much alpha-energy for 1 room, booby zayne & booty zayne, unprotected sex, cum literally everywhere, spoilers to myths if u kno, sub reader, vagsex, marking/claiming, fingering, rimming, anal, alotta sobbing, so dumb. so wordy it looks like i think im smart. so long but plot flew away in mephistos beak. sorry for the semi abrupt ending but it had to stop. xavier leads the hierarchy

⤷ 15k words ꒰pretty sure i was possessed꒱

this went so far in a direction—dont @ me—ill say I didn't write it (¬_¬")

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You were nestled against Xavier, his thighs and arms enveloping you, a serene sigh escaping your lips as his tongue danced lazily with yours, Your fingers tangled in his hair, while the soft candlelight and sparkling string lights surrounding you created a seductive ambiance that left you feeling delightfully light-headed.Lost in the moment, you could barely register Rafayel’s presence as he traced playful shapes along your sensitive thighs, delighting in the goosebumps rising under his touch. Zayne’s presence was equally faint, as he watched from a reserved distance, still contemplating his participation in the scene unfolding before him. 

Xavier wanted nothing more to kick the other two men out of his apartment—your apartment—the one you shared with him. Despite being tied to the others by fate too, you had still chosen Xavier above anyone else, even over Sylus, with his cocky attitude and possessive grip on you. Honestly—the only thing working in Xavier’s favor tonight was Sylus’s absence. Xavier didn’t have to constantly remind the man, through every interaction with you, that he was your favorite—a truth the notorious leader of Onychinus would never accept without a fight.

Xavier knew that if Sylus had been here, there was no way he could endure the sight of the man’s hands on you. Sure, Rafayel’s lingering touches on your skin made him uneasy—you responded to Rafayel with a passion far too close to what you shared with Xavier—but there was something about the man with the glowing red irises that grated on Xavier like nothing else. In the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder if you had purposely not invited Sylus tonight because you knew how much Xavier despised the man.

Despite the discomfort simmering inside him though, Xavier couldn’t suppress the growing arousal as he watched you respond so eagerly to Rafayel’s playful touches. With Rafayel’s teasing fingers gliding across your inner thighs, you couldn’t help but silently thank the gods for this long-awaited night, one you had once resigned to being nothing more than a dream. You could practically feel Xavier’s unease thickening the air though, and you silently prayed to those same gods that he’d find a way to relax soon. You knew Xavier was doing this for you alone—you’d lost track of how many times you had casually mentioned how much you wanted this. When he’d finally agreed, you had nearly told him you’d changed your mind—the last thing you ever wanted was to hurt him. But the thought of having Rafayel, Xavier, and Zayne all showing you their love at once was a temptation too powerful to ignore.

You gazed at Rafayel, nearly losing yourself in his sunset-colored eyes. “So, cutie, ready to get started?" Rafayel’s voice dripped with eagerness, and he silently congratulated himself on his performance. Truthfully, Rafayel was almost as uneasy about the situation as Xavier, and likely Zayne too, who’s watchful eyes bore into Rafayel as he spoke to you. But Rafayel believed he was set apart from the other two men—he was wholeheartedly devoted to making this night fulfill your every dream. Plus, he couldn’t ignore how the sight of you blushing from their collective attention, your quick, shallow breaths escaping your parted lips, and the lust shimmering in your wide eyes made his cock harden almost instantly. So, Rafayel cleared his mind, dismissing all his lingering worries as he centered his attention entirely on you. “I’m going to enjoy you first, and I want you to show these two just how incredible I make you feel, yeah?” Rafayel despised the way your gaze darted to Zayne, how your body momentarily tensed against Xavier before you finally nodded softly at his words. You weren’t ready for the guilt that washed over you at Rafayel’s blunt demand— you knew what he had mentioned was inevitable, but it still made you feel a little sorry for how it might affect them. "Stop this," you silently chided yourself—what you wanted more than anything was unfolding right before your eyes, and here you were, ruining your mood with thoughts you’d already prepared for.

In that moment, you mirrored Rafayel's actions, clearing your mind and concentrating entirely on the man in front of you. You sat up and reached for Rafayel, cradling his face in your hands as you kissed him softly. “I can still taste myself on you, princess.” The way his eyes sparkled made you relax instantly, your heart racing in response to his heated gaze. His lips returned to yours, and you tangled your fingers in his hair as he kissed you again, this time with more passion. His tongue twirled with yours as you lifted his shirt, tossing it aside carelessly. “Couldn’t resist stripping me down again, huh?” Rafayel teased with a playful smirk, and you couldn’t help but nod shyly, a grin spreading across your face. “That’s okay, I couldn’t wait to get you out of yours, either.” That had been obvious—Rafayel had nearly torn your dress and panties off the moment he stepped into the apartment. He showered your skin with open-mouthed kisses, his mouth a mix of tongue and teeth, leaving tiny bruises to subtly convey to the others that you were his more than theirs. Rafayel deliberately positioned one beside your exquisite cunt, a smirk spreading across his face as he admired his masterpiece—Rafayel wanted it to drive the others wild, taunting them from the corner of their eye as they watched their cocks sliding in and out of you. After taking one final satisfied glance at what he deemed his finest creation, he hummed softly and drew a flat line up your cunt, groaning at the taste of you.

Xavier struggled to keep still, his erection nearing discomfort at the sight of Rafayel’s tongue moving in and out of you, your breasts arching up so beautifully in Xavier’s face. Unable to resist, he took your peaked nipple between his fingers, pinching it gently to earn a sweet little whimper from you. Suddenly, his breath was brushing against your ear, his tongue gliding along its curve as he drew you tighter against him. 

Well, there it was, Zayne thought—your hunter had finally given in.

Zayne had secretly wagered on this moment, betting that Xavier would storm Zayne and Rafayel out the door the instant one of them touched you. When it became evident that wouldn’t happen, Zayne figured at the very least Xavier would stay uncomfortable and distant throughout the entire situation. As Xavier’s hands finally found your breasts, his eyes filled with lust, Zayne felt a heaviness settle in his chest—he truly didn’t want to be the only one feeling uneasy about all of this, and he was certain the ice in his heart at the scene before him wouldn’t thaw. He honestly had no idea what had possessed him to say yes to this. You had consulted him and Rafayel about the idea before approaching Xavier—the man you had picked over the both of them, a reality that the annoying Lemurian before you adamantly denied. Yes, Zayne had come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t the most important man in your life—at least, he couldn’t shake that feeling—but what truly irritated him was that Rafayel appeared to be a close second in the hierarchy of affection among your four lovers. As he observed how you responded to the other two showering you with their love, Zayne couldn’t help but notice that the passion you gave the two of them was nearly equal.

Zayne's emotionless gaze met yours as you looked up at him from the bed, your face glowing with bliss. You reached out toward him, longing in your gesture. Your voice was soft as you called his name, your big eyes filled with a silent question. Zayne closed his eyes and sighed deeply. The moment had arrived—Zayne knew he inevitably might have to take part in this charade, yet the dread that surged within him at the sound of your voice, a voice that usually soothed him like nothing else, was unbearable. He slowly pulled himself upright, each motion strained with a heaviness that made your heart clench painfully. Suddenly, nothing else mattered except the overwhelming desire to ease Zayne's worries, no matter the cost. You loved him just as fiercely as you did Xavier, Sylus, and Rafayel—something Zayne never seemed to fully believe, despite your countless efforts to show him. A deep intuition whispered to you that the others held the same belief about their bond with you. All of your lovers seemed incapable of confronting the truth that lived deep within your heart. Part of the reason you’d wanted to share your love with them at the same time was the quiet hope that your unwavering passion, equally spread between them, would finally help them see the truth and ease their fears.

Rafayel's voice broke through your thoughts. "No faaair," he grumbled, his pout firmly in place as he glared at you. "You promised I'd get to make you come first! How am I supposed to do that if you pull away?" You  flashed him a playful smile. "Sorry, Raf. I just really need Zayne right now." Rafayel’s pout deepened as he muttered something under his breath, turning away but staying close—his resolve to not stray more than a body's length from you for the night was clear.

You were pleasantly surprised to find Xavier still leaning back against the headboard, his hooded eyes filled with both lust and a deep adoration as they followed your every move. Your smile widened, warmth blooming in your heart. It made you happy to see Xavier so relaxed, even more so to realize he was truly enjoying the moment. He didn’t seem the least bit disturbed by your shift toward Zayne or by the intensity of your desire for the man—jealousy stirred faintly in Xavier, but it was quickly overrun by desire as he waited to see what you would do next.

Zayne stood in front of you. You couldn’t help but notice that your confession of needing his touch above the others had brought a little light back into his eyes. And Zayne couldn’t help but notice that perhaps your eyes truly did gaze at him with the same heat they had bestowed upon Rafayel and Xavier. Perhaps it was this growing connection that made him allow you to unbuckle his belt, sliding his pants down to reveal his slowly hardening cock.

Your fingers trailed gently along Zayne's length, your face painted with pure desire as you leaned in, taking him into the warmth of your mouth. Zayne couldn’t suppress the groan that rumbled from deep within him. As your tongue and lips worked their magic, his erection grew hard and throbbing, his body finally surrendering to the pleasure. Sensing Zayne's shift, you became more eager, your movements more deliberate. Settling onto the bed, you prepared to fully focus on Zayne, but no sooner had you gotten comfortable than your ass was lifted into the air, followed by a playful smack. When you turned, you found Xavier behind you, a slow smile playing on his lips. At some point, he had shed his clothes, sitting back behind you as his hand slowly pumped his erection. A bead of precum slid down the side of his cock, the sight sending a rush of heat through you. Instinctively, your back arched, offering yourself to him without hesitation. In an instant, Xavier's length was gliding smoothly through your folds, instinctively seeking out and nestling inside your warmth. He let out a quiet huff as he bottomed out, his gaze shifting from your glistening cunt to your eyes. “Don’t let me stop you,” he murmured, his hips starting a slow, tantalizing rhythm.

Zayne hated that a small smile crept across his lips at Xavier’s comment, but the second your mouth wrapped around Zayne again, that irritation vanished. He had to admit, this was better than he’d expected. The way you were so intent on him, the muffled moans as you struggled to take all of him, stirred something deep in Zayne. Before long, he found himself leaning into your enthusiasm, enjoying the sight of you grinding against Xavier while still keeping your focus on him. Though he’d never say it openly, Zayne felt a certain satisfaction at the thought of Xavier being the one to bring you to climax first tonight— if Zayne himself wouldn’t have that pleasure, then Xavier was the most suitable choice—Zayne found solace in the certainty that the Lemurians ever-present smirk would fade, no matter the outcome. Such a silly, juvenile motion was unlike him, Zayne mused, questioning once again if his affection for you was gradually leading him to madness.

Zayne concentrated on you—enchanted by the gentle waves of ripples across your skin as Xavier’s languid, purposeful thrusts led the rhythm. The captivating sway of your breasts beneath you was practically a siren’s call for Zayne—his fingers aching to tease the hardened buds with firm, loving caresses. “I’m going to come now,” he said, his voice a low, smooth timbre that sent shivers down your spine. Gathering your hair at the top of your head, Zayne’s other hand gently tilted your face to grant his cock the perfect angle. “Will you take it all for me?” he murmured, his words making your body hum as you nodded fervently around him. “Good girl.” and with that, Zayne took control, his grip on your hair keeping you steady as he tenderly claimed your mouth.

From his spot at the end of the bed, Rafayel watched with keen eyes, immediately picking up on the signs of your approaching climax. Feeling no guilt whatsoever, he took his cock in hand and began to stroke himself slowly, savoring the sight of your building pleasure.

Xavier could feel himself unraveling, teetering closer and closer to the edge. He wondered if something was wrong with him—how your eagerness at the doctor’s words had sent him spiraling toward release so quickly. The moment Zayne’s hips stuttered, his cum spurting in thick ropes down your throat as he buried himself deep, Xavier couldn’t hold back any longer—his cock pulsed violently as he came, his breath catching at the sensation of your pussy tightening around him, almost painfully, as you found your own release.

The sensation of both Zayne and Xavier coming inside you at once had you tumbling over the edge. Your orgasm hit hard, pussy spasming uncontrollably as your body writhed against Xavier, while you greedily swallowed every last drop of Zayne’s cum.

Zayne was engulfed in the aftershocks of his orgasm, a wave of ecstasy so intense that he wondered how his heart could still be beating. Yet, a deep, insatiable hunger lingered within him, one that a single climax couldn’t satisfy. Zayne instinctively nudged Xavier aside, flipping you onto your back and pulling your legs to your chest as he aligned the tip of his cock with your entrance. He marveled at the sight of your and Xavier's combined release spilling from your still-quivering walls. Shock coursed through Zayne as he slid inside—you had never been this wet before. Perhaps that was one perk of this absurd situation, he thought. His thrusts were wild and messy now, dripping with lust, as he created the most scandalous sounds, each pump drowning in the copious amounts of cum slicking around inside you.

Xavier's eyes drifted to Rafayel. Xavier thought he noticed a bit of pain lurking in Rafayel's gaze —betraying an emotion Rafayel was trying to suppress. Without fully understanding why, Xavier found himself rising to his feet and crossing the room. The narrowing of Rafayel’s eyes betrayed his suspicion of Xavier's intentions, but Xavier merely nodded toward you. “There’s an open spot,” Xavier said before taking a place on the couch.

From the moment he woke up with his cock snuggled warmly inside you, to the ambush in the shower as you deftly slipped through the curtain to take him between your lips—you had been steadily depleting Xavier’s energy reserves all day. So for now, he was content to sit back and watch, indulging in his own pleasure. He couldn’t believe how much this was thrilling him—Xavier was completely captivated by the sight of you, more euphoric than he’d ever seen. You practically trembled with bliss, giving your all to bring them pleasure, and succeeding far beyond your own understanding.

You writhed beneath Zayne, his chest pressing your legs tightly against you as he thrust into you relentlessly, but you caught the silent exchange between Rafayel and Xavier—a moment that made your heart soar. You recognized the significance of Xavier’s subtle gesture toward you; you knew the sacrifice he made for Rafayel was not easy, yet your heart overflowed with love for Xavier for doing it all for you. Rafayel approached the edge of the bed almost hesitantly, his eyes locking with Zayne’s. “Mind if I move her closer?” he asked, his tone light but betraying the effort it took to even ask. It grated on Rafayel—the idea of seeking permission from another man when it came to you was something he despised. Zayne’s lips thinned in clear disapproval, but with a curt nod, he pulled back for just a moment, allowing Rafayel to gently guide you toward the edge. Your eyes were shining with love as Rafayel bent to kiss you softly, his lips barely brushing yours before his hands cradled your face. “You are, without question, the most breathtaking creation I’ve ever seen, cutie.” his voice was soft and sincere, and tears pooled in your eyes from the emotion in his words. He continued, “I’ll be honored to enhance this work of art,” his hands moved down to trace the curves of your lips, a promise of what was to come. “When I’m done with this flawless face, it’ll be nothing short of a masterpiece.” Your head tilted back as Rafayel pressed the tip of his cock to your lips, the silent demand impossible to ignore. You responded instantly, craving the sensation of him driving himself down your throat. Rafayel tore his gaze from you, turning to Zayne with a smirk. “Since you snatched away my opportunity to be the first to have my face wrecked by our princess’s exquisite release, how about a little competition?” Zayne sighed deeply, directing a lethal stare at Rafayel. Unfazed, Rafayel continued, “Of course, she’ll be running the show.” his words were punctuated by a sharp flick to your nipple. “Simple—first one to come loses.” Zayne glared at him, eyes emotionless. “You are easily the most immature individual I have ever encountered.” Zayne had frozen inside you the moment Rafayel voiced his playful challenge, but now he resumed his movements, a surprising, silent acceptance of Rafayel's absurd proposal.

Rafayel's attention was back on you, his hand moving to massage small, deliberate circles on your clit. “Bet you won’t be able to hold it together when she comes hard around your cock,” he taunted Zayne, his voice dripping with amusement. your core clenched painfully under Rafayel's touch, and though part of you wanted to be strong for Zayne, you knew Rafayel was right—Zayne always lost control when you came while wrapped tight around him, and you could already feel your release inching closer. Zayne brushed Rafayel's hand aside, while his hand replaced Rafayel’s on your slick heat. “While that may be true, I’d wager you won’t last either when her throat tightens around you. We both know how good it feels when she chokes on your cock.” Rafayel seethed in silence—Zayne wasn’t wrong. Even now, Rafayel could feel his own release nearing, barely able to restrain himself as he watched you whimper with each of Zayne’s thrusts, your mouth working Rafayel eagerly—spit and his own arousal trailing down your face as you struggled to take him deeper.

In that instant, Rafayel realized he didn’t care who won the challenge. Zayne’s annoyance alone was reward enough. He lazily traced his fingers over one of the marks he’d left on your skin. “What do you say, cutie? Ready to make us feel incredible?” Your eager nod around Rafayel's cock made him smile. “Then go ahead—come for us. Show us how beautiful you look when you come undone.” His words were like fuel to the fire. You could barely recognize the needy whimpers and groans spilling from you—louder and more desperate than usual, saturating the room. Flattening your tongue against Rafayel's cock, you tightened your throat as much as you could, feeling him throb inside you. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, and your body trembled as you instinctively tightened around Zayne. Your second climax of the night was approaching quickly, even faster than you had expected—you could hardly handle the sensations of their hands on your body, of them moving inside you—the pleasure they were giving you was so intense it felt all-consuming. Your hands grasped Rafayel’s thighs, squeezing tightly as you pulled him closer, driving him impossibly deeper into your throat, his balls slapping you gently on the nose with each of his thrusts. Before Rafayel could process it, hot ropes of cum erupted from his cock, as his eyes greedily took in the sight of your pussy tightly gripping Zayne. It was a sight Rafayel never imagined would send him spiraling into an orgasm so intense it felt like it fractured his whole world.

The atmosphere shifted the instant Sylus stepped into the room; the air fell thick and heavy with the simmering anger emanating from the other three men. Unfazed, Rafayel continued to thrust, intent on forcing the infuriating man’s attention as you eagerly swallowed Rafayel’s cum. Sylus observed with a sense of detachment as Rafayel attempted to provoke him, an endeavor that amused Sylus greatly. He had no interest in the purple-haired man moving in your mouth or the one lost in your cunt, not even the one glaring at him from the couch.

your cunt that, no matter what anyone claimed, was rightfully Sylus’s. He felt this was clear in the way you instinctively pulled away from Zayne and Rafayel as soon as you sensed Sylus's presence. 

A smile stretched across your lips as your eyes met Sylus's, savoring the sight of him as if you hadn’t imagined that very face a dozen times tonight already. His broad, commanding hands had occupied your mind, even as your other lovers guided you to dizzying heights. Now that all four were here, it felt like the night had finally fallen into place. A chill shot through you, though, as you caught sight of Xavier. His eyes, full of fury, were locked on Sylus, whose possessive gaze on you stirred something dark in him.

Zayne and Rafayel were no better off than Xavier at the sight of the infamous leader of Onychinus standing at the door. they remained to the side, their arms folded and eyes narrowed—Zayne silently debating whether to demand Sylus leave. The only thing holding him back was the look on your face—you looked more content than he’d seen all night. Rafayel had noticed this too, so the two decided to stay back for now, allowing the situation to unfold. They watched as Xavier tracked Sylus’s every step toward you, knowing all too well the depth of Xavier’s hatred for the man—a loathing far more intense than their own. Zayne and Rafayel could only imagine how much harder this must be for him.

As Sylus reached you, he brushed his fingers through your hair with a soft, knowing smile. "Tell me, sweetie. How often did I cross your mind as they filled you?" His words made heat rise in your cheeks, but before you could stop yourself, your eyes lowered, and the truth slipped out in a whisper. "More times than I can count." Shame tinged your confession, but the weight lifted when Sylus gently tilted your chin, his thumb tracing your lower lip. You had braced yourself for Sylus to gloat, maybe even rub your confession in the others' faces. But instead, he only looked satisfied. His touch was gentle as he joined you on the bed, reclining against the headboard and pulling you close. His fingers playfully tickled your waist, coaxing a burst of laughter from you. You hadn’t expected this—you had feared Sylus might act differently in front of the others. But instead, he was treating you exactly as he always did, showing you the side of him that was usually just for you. Your heart overflowed with love, moved by the realization that all of your lovers were showing, in their own ways, your joy meant more to them than their rivalries or tension with one another.

You leaned back into Sylus’s chest, eyes dark with desire as you gazed up at him. Grabbing his hand, you guided it down your body, gliding  his long fingers through your slick heat and easing two of them inside you.  Sylus chuckled, brushing a searing kiss against your lips as his palm ground against you. “Well, well. Such a needy little kitten—seems like these gentlemen didn’t quite satisfy you.” You pulled back, fixing him with a pointed glare. “Wrong. Now quit talking and do what you’re here for. Like you so rudely mentioned, I’ve wanted this all night.” Sylus's deep laugh was a warm ripple over your skin, making your eyes flutter shut and your legs part even wider. Sylus obeyed, but his gaze flicked to your blue-eyed hunter. Beneath Sylus's confident exterior, he shared the same unspoken worry as the others—that no matter what, it was Xavier you loved most. Sylus had come to terms with that long ago, but he couldn’t deny the opportunity now before him—to show Xavier that, even if you loved him most, it was Sylus who could make your body tremble like no one else, unraveling you in ways only he could. The thought of teaching that same lesson to the other two men pleased Sylus—tonight, he had the rare privilege of schooling them all. Sylus had no hesitation about this encounter, nor did he care that he hadn’t been invited. He had strolled through the door with his usual confidence, fully aware that the reason for his exclusion was currently seated on the couch, wearing a look that warned Sylus not to push his luck. Sylus didn't even try to contain the slow grin that spread across his face as he looked at Xavier, fixing him with a stare that oozed superiority.

“Seems there’s an opening, dear hunter. Think you can keep your composure with your cock buried in her cunt, as my fingers trace her skin?” Xavier locked eyes with Sylus, his expression unreadable, as Xavier considered his next step. Xavier had to admit, your body was calling to him, the sight of you—so beautifully blissed out—glancing at him and giving a soft nod at Sylus’s suggestion had him faltering. Whatever Sylus's intentions, it didn’t matter; Xavier was caving fast. And, as every man in the room would agree; the irresistible lure of making the others watch as you came undone beneath their hands was too tempting to resist. He moved toward your perfect cunt, stroking himself as he prepared to enter your warmth. He had just begun to slip inside when Sylus’s voice shattered his thoughts of filling you completely. “I’ve got a special lesson for you, hunter,” Sylus drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “Pay close attention—you’re going to be a good student and memorize the way she falls apart in my arms, screaming my name, even while it’s your cock inside of her. And then, I want you to engrave it into that thick skull of yours—no one else can make her feel as good as I do.” Sylus shot a pointed glance at the other two men, earning an exaggerated eye roll from Rafayel and a cold, icy stare from Zayne. With a quiet curse, Xavier buried himself deep inside your heat, hips starting a steady rhythm; determined not to let Sylus steal even a second of this moment. Xavier's voice carried a low, dark murmur. “Picture this: she cries out my name as she shatters, my cock claiming every inch of her, and there you are—watching her squirm and whimper beneath me, her thoughts consumed solely by me; your presence all but forgotten.” Sylus chuckled, letting out a low whistle. “Would you look at that,” he drawled mockingly, “the hunter’s got claws too, almost as sharp as yours, kitten.” He poked your side playfully, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before returning his attention to Xavier. “Well, let’s see who wins this little wager, boy.” Sylus’s demeanor shifted instantly, teeth sinking into your neck, sucking and biting as if to erase any trace of the others, determined to claim every mark on your skin as his own.

Your eyes drank in the sight of Xavier, mesmerized by the delicate light that had appeared beneath his skin with his emotions, giving him an otherworldly glow. The subtle shadow in his eyes didn’t escape your notice. Slipping from Sylus’s arms, you reached out, drawing Xavier close. Your whispered words caressed his skin like the softest breeze. “You will always be my guiding starlight—the one I search for in the darkness.” The words surprised you as they left your lips. You’d truly had always believed you cherished all your lovers equally, yet this felt dangerously close to proving otherwise. You brushed the thought aside, determined not to let it linger, focusing instead on Xavier—the way his cerulean eyes widened in surprise at your words, their stunning depths the last thing you saw before his lips crashed against yours with sudden, overwhelming intensity.

Xavier recognized the unspoken confession in your words, even if you weren’t ready to acknowledge it yourself. He lifted you in his arms, pulling you close as you wrapped your legs around him, hands tangling in his hair. The sound that escaped you when Xavier thrust into your cunt was nothing short of sinful—a cry of pure need. He was so deep, filling you so completely, pressing all the right places until you were seeing stars, chanting his name like a prayer. He carried you to the wall, lips never parting from yours, your heart pounding as he leaned back, steadying himself so he could fully enjoy you. He had taken you to the farthest corner of the bedroom, putting as much space between you and the others as possible. The impulse to take you to another room altogether was strong, yet Xavier resisted, making a silent promise that he would have you all to himself before long. For now, he stayed where he was, grinding slowly into you, savoring the feel of your slick heat gripping him as your combined arousal trickled down his thighs. Xavier was certain you’d never felt better—so insanely wet; with Zayne's release and your own mixing with the precum Xavier steadily leaked. His cock slid in the slick mess, the obscene sounds making him dizzy with need.

Every one of Xavier’s senses was locked on you—your scent, the sound of your soft sobs, the sight of your tear-filled eyes brimming with love for him. The feel of your sweet cunt gripping him as you bounced in his arms, your body clinging to him with everything you had. Xavier barely had to do the work anymore; his hands simply held the curve of your ass as you rode him, a love-drunk expression spreading across your face, your eyes spilling over with tears. Xavier couldn’t help but think it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

The men glaring from across the room were distant memories, completely forgotten as you lost yourselves in each other. Nothing mattered except the way you moved around Xavier, the way he filled you so perfectly. Yes, you had completely lost yourselves in each other, so it was a shock to your system when Sylus appeared beside you, casually draping his arm on the wall above Xavier’s head. Sylus leaned down, his voice a low whisper in Xavier’s ear. “Did you really think you could take her from me that easily?” he clicked his tongue, ruffling Xavier’s hair, earning an impressively sharp glare in return. Sylus just chuckled under his breath, but something about the way Xavier looked at him now made Sylus pause. Sylus had long written Xavier off as a relic, a man past his prime—tired, weak, and no longer a threat. But there was nothing weak in Xavier’s eyes now. Sylus realized, perhaps for the first time, that if it came down to a fight for you, Xavier would be a formidable opponent. Sylus traced a finger along your jawline, pausing to take in the sight of you—your parted lips, the sheen of sweat glistening on your skin, the way your body trembled as it eagerly welcomed Xavier’s cock. The sight of another man gripping your body, moving inside you, didn’t bother Sylus. No—Sylus’s attention was solely on you, on the sheer pleasure radiating from your every movement. The intensity of it had him undoing his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. He gripped it tightly, stroking slowly as his gaze remained locked on you. He propped himself back over Xavier, watching you with a steady, unreadable gaze—except for one unmistakable emotion: tenderness, that softness he showed only to you.

Sylus's voice was deep and taunting as he spoke to Xavier—"How do you expect me to hear her say your name from all the way over here—assuming it’s yours she’s calling out?  I doubt you’ll make her whine it loudly enough for me to notice from across the room." Xavier bristled at Sylus's proximity, at the infuriating comment, and the quiet, assertive dominance Sylus exuded as he stood tall over the both of you. But you refused to let the awkwardness weigh you down—instead, you rode Xavier with purpose, almost sighing in relief when he gave in, greedily taking your nipple into his warm mouth. You were moving together now, Xavier's deep thrusts matching your wild bounces on his length. Sylus exhaled a low, appreciative whistle, “Well, kitten, just how much cream did you indulge in today? You’re drenching your precious hunters cock with an impressive overflow.” His tone was a rich, seductive purr. “Perhaps you should pause and compose yourself. After all, the rest of us are quite parched, too.” His words sparked a smile on your lips and a mischievous glint in your eye, you shifted slightly, directing your playful banter towards Zayne and Rafayel across the room. “Could you two join us? I want you all close this time. I want all eyes on Xavier as he breaks.” Zayne sighed heavily at your words, trailing slowly behind Rafayel, who couldn’t resist obeying you, the pull of your bond tugging at his heart.

You locked eyes with Xavier, your tone playful.  “Please,” you teased, “let them see how gorgeous you look when I make you come undone.” Your words were a sly dig at the ones that had echoed around you all night. A deep blush colored Xavier’s cheeks as you continued softly. “Let’s come together, okay?” His only response was a soft smile and a gentle nod before his lips claimed yours, pulling you tightly against him. The moment Xavier’s lips touched yours, he was lost in you again, his hands gripping your ass with such force that you could already imagine the bruises they would leave. Your name was a whispered prayer on his lips as they traveled across your skin, spurring you to move faster, harder, desperate to make Xavier feel the same pleasure he was giving you.

Lust coated your voice as you called out the names of each of your lovers, each one rolling off your tongue with as much reverence as the last. Xavier’s mouth found your breast when you whispered Zayne’s name, your head tipping back in bliss. “Rafayel.” His name came out soft, full of passion and need. Sylus growled when you cried out for him, the lust in your voice unmistakable as your hands fisted tightly in Xavier’s hair.

You locked eyes with Xavier, holding his gaze as the tightness in your core built. “So close, Xav,” you whispered breathlessly, the sound of your voice pushing him even closer to the edge. You continued riding him, kissing him with abandon as your muscles began to contract, a wave of heat shooting up your spine. "Come for me, angel," Xavier murmured, his gentle words a sharp contrast to the intensity of his movements. Xavier's use of your favorite pet name, spoken so lovingly, had you tumbling over the edge. His name escaped your lips in a sob as you were taken over by an orgasm so intense it felt you might break from the sheer pleasure, a flood of bliss drenching Xavier’s cock.

A soft, disbelieving laugh escaped his lips—Xavier was certain you had never squirted before, and the realization that he had been the first filled him with pride. His voice was a teasing melody as he spoke. “Looks like I’m the only one getting a first tonight.” His cock slid messily inside you before he pulled out, grinding himself lazily against your folds, marveling at the slickness coating him. As you clung tightly to Xavier, sobbing softly as you came down from the high, you were surprised to find no trace of embarrassment—a feeling you had expected in a moment like this. What had just unfolded was nothing short of sacred, maybe the most powerful thing you had ever felt, and you regretted none of it. And you loved the feeling of coming down with Xavier’s cock still sliding through your deliciously slick folds—edging you into a state of overstimulation. 

You sighed softly as strong hands wrapped around your waist, gently lifting you away from Xavier and pulling you into their embrace. Your eyes fluttered shut, still lost in the waves of pleasure you had just experienced, barely registering Sylus’s dark, demanding words. “I’m going to need you to do that for me now, kitten.” The tone left no room for negotiation. Sylus’s thick cock pushed fully into you with a harsh thrust, one hand roughly circling your clit while the other held you effortlessly, bouncing you on his cock. You were dragged into the depths of overstimulation then, heavy sobs escaping you as Sylus greedily soaked in the sight of the tears cascading down your cheeks. Sylus took great pleasure in seeing you cry while his cock stretched you perfectly, your tear-filled eyes gazing at him with such adoration as his name left your lips in soft, broken hiccups. He was certain there was nothing in any world that could compare to it.

While Sylus was more than happy to let you take control whenever you wanted, he preferred being the one in charge. He relished the power of wringing out your pleasure with his hands; watching you unravel beneath his skilled touch. That’s exactly what was happening now, and Sylus was practically bursting with pride.  You caught him off guard, leaning in to softly press your lips to his, tugging his top lip between your teeth before soothing it with your tongue—a secret desire you’d harbored all night. You couldn’t help it; that lip was just so maddeningly irresistible. You kissed Sylus with wild abandon, your hands yanking his hair just hard enough to coax out a cute little whimper, one that made you grin against his lips. He pulled back, shooting you a glare. “Something funny, sweetie?” You giggled, flashing him a dopey grin.  “You like me. Like, really like me.” The words were matter-of-fact, a truth you had only just come to fully realize. You’d held off getting too excited until you were sure, and tonight had proven it—there was no way Sylus could dote on you the way he did if he wasn’t truly committed. Sylus was never one to fake his feelings. A soft chuckle rumbled through Sylus's chest as his pace quickened, bouncing you harder with each thrust. His gaze softened at the sight of your ecstatic smile, a grin tugging at his lips. “You're just now realizing this? I expected more from a hunter of your caliber—aren’t you supposed to be good at reading people?” You stuck your tongue out at him, teasing, “I can think of at least a million ideas of how that beautiful mouth of yours could be put to better use,” you quipped with a sultry lilt, “and none of them involve talking.” You kissed him briefly, just enough to make your point, then pulled away with a sly smile playing at the edge of your lips. Power coursed through Sylus’s eye, casting a vibrant crimson glow—a subtle warning shimmering in its depths. "Careful, kitten. You know what happens when you scratch at me with those pretty claws—What’s that saying again? Don’t bite the hand that feeds you?" Sylus's voice was a low, dangerous whisper, sending chills through your body. Your grin only widened as you leaned in closer, matching his tone. "Oh, I know. But they don’t realize what I do," you murmured with a mischievous edge. "This hand likes it when I bite." And with that, you playfully sank your teeth into Sylus's cheek.

Sylus froze, his eyes widening in disbelief, a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest. His gaze seared into you, barely containing his irritation. You knew all too well—Sylus despised being toyed with, especially in front of those he didn’t fully trust. “You’re going to regret that,” he snarled. You bounced eagerly on his cock, clapping your hands in excitement. “Perfect! That’s exactly the kind of reaction I was hoping for,” you chimed. Sylus was nothing if not true to his word—his mouth on your chest was far from tender, drawing tears to your eyes that overflowed quicker than they had all night. Sylus was the harshest of them all, unleashing his passion on you without restraint, never hesitating to show you what it meant to mix passion with pain. You felt the guilty pleasure of your body’s eager response, every smack on your skin only making you want more.

"Harder, Sylus," you giggled through the haze, pouting up at him, knowing exactly how much control you had over him. "I’m your naughty girl, remember? I need to be punished."

The others looked on in silence as you fervently rode Sylus, their eyes giving away nothing as they took in the scene before them. Rafayel and Xavier could barely breathe through their jealousy, but their minds were already scheming ways to ignite the same passionate reactions in you that Sylus was provoking. The way you responded to Sylus’s harsh touch sparked a desire in them—they needed to see you like this in their own arms. Zayne, however, was fuming. His desire to tear you from Sylus’s arms and shield you was barely contained—the thought of being rough with you was unthinkable to Zayne. Yet, even he couldn’t look away from the utterly captivating way you fell apart beneath Sylus's relentless touch.

Sylus’s hand came down hard on your ass, the sharp crack echoing through the room like a gunshot. Your hoarse cry of "Yes! Just like that, S-sy," was muffled as your head fell onto his chest, your weak sobs trembling against him. Sylus's slaps rained down relentlessly, each one stinging your skin, while his thrusts became wild and erratic. Without warning, his hand moved from your ass to wrap tightly around your throat, forcing your gaze to meet his. In moments, you were choking beneath his grip, struggling to draw breath, gasping as you fought for air. Sylus's thrusts only grew harder, hitting every perfect spot inside you as you choked out his name between ragged breaths. His hand squeezed even tighter. "Is this good enough for you, sweetie?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. It was obvious to everyone in the room that Sylus’s brutal rhythm was exceeding your wildest expectations. The way you clung to Sylus—your eyes begging for more even as he squeezed the light from them, told the other men everything they needed to know.

"It’s time for you to break for me, kitten. I want to watch every fragment of you shatter around me." his next words were a dark, possessive murmur. "And I want to feel that stunning cunt flood my cock until I'm drowning in you. Understood?” You hiccupped, nodding softly, silently praying your body would respond the way he wanted—because you knew Sylus wouldn’t let you leave this room until you squirted for him, a truth that was evident in the way his eyes had darkened as he watched you gush all over Xavier. Your body grew heavy, that all-too-familiar sensation flooding your limbs, leaving you limp in Sylus's arms. He chuckled darkly as your head lolled to the side, your tongue slipping from your mouth, eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. "Ah, would you look at that—it seems I’ve finally broken my naughty little pet." You didn’t respond, and Sylus doubted you even heard him, lost as you were in the overwhelming pleasure you were experiencing. He bounced you easily on his cock, each deep thrust sending shockwaves through his body, bringing him closer to the edge. His hand released your throat, savoring the sound of your desperate gasps for air. Without missing a beat, Sylus's fingers found your clit, pinching it harshly as your body trembled. You let out a soft whimper, your tear-filled eyes searching for him as quiet sobs escaped your lips—“S’too much, S-sy.” Sylus's laughter rang out, warm and genuine. “That’s unfortunate, kitten. Because you know what’s next? You’re going to handle it all like a good little girl, and afterward, you’ll thank me for my generosity and clean me up.” You sniffled and nodded, eager to please him, yearning to make him proud. “Would it be okay if I cleaned these up first?” Your voice was soft and trembling as you reached for his hand, glistening with your arousal, sucking his fingers clean one by one. Your sultry gaze locked onto his, eyes momentarily fluttering shut as you savored the intoxicating blend of his skin with your taste. Every time your eyes flickered open again, Sylus could see the lust in them grow, darkening your irises to a near black. When your body clenched and a rush of warmth flowed over him, Sylus nearly cried out from the sheer ecstasy.

Sylus had found himself captivated by the sounds Xavier drew from your weeping cunt—the wetness and intimacy of the act driving Sylus absolutely insane. Now, engulfed in your shared passion, each sound was Sylus’s own creation.

The raw, primal cry you released at the height of your climax left Sylus dizzy and consumed by sheer lust. The sound emerged from so deep within you that it took even you by surprise, leaving your voice ragged and your body trembling from its intensity. The moment Sylus heard his name fall from your lips on that cry, he lost control—he erupted inside you with powerful, hot waves, his own primal groans mingling with yours as he filled you completely, his cock sliding easily through the intoxicating slickness of your desire. As you gradually returned to a serene state, your heart's rapid drumming eased into a more soothing rhythm, and the residual tremors in your limbs slowly came to rest. When the world around you finally settled back into focus, you became acutely aware of Sylus’s languid movements, his softened manhood still intimately cradled within you.

Despite being wholly sated by the sheer force of your release coursing over him, Sylus seemed resolute in his desire to continue, determined to ensure that his essence remained woven into your very being. The idea of it lingering within you through the night was Sylus’s unvoiced declaration—a subtle mark of possession that would quietly assert your connection to everyone present. You cradled his face in your hands. “Sy, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but your body’s saying its time for a breather.” you whispered playfully, his softening cock giving him away. Sylus kept his eyes shut, savoring your warmth as he drew a slow, deep breath. His reply was a slow, sultry murmur, like velvet over steel. “Hush, kitten, you’re spoiling the moment. Besides, you know my fervor is limitless—perhaps you need a reminder of just how untamed I can be tonight?” At that, his gaze met yours, and the intensity in those eyes was like a magnetic pull to your very being. A shiver of anticipation ran through you as you boldly met his stare. “Will you promise to deliver a lesson I won’t soon forget, teacher?” you murmured, your voice dripping with a playful wickedness that instantly reignited Sylus’s desire.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted as a brazen figure intruded upon your intimate world, hands reaching to claim you from Sylus’s grasp. In that instant a tension rippled through the air, Sylus’s muscles tensing as if poised to protect his claim.

Zayne payed Sylus no mind, scooping you up effortlessly, carrying you to the bed as delighted giggles escaped your lips, arms weaved tightly around Zayne's neck. “It seems our meticulous surgeon is running short on patience today. Should I be concerned about how this might affect your skills, doctor?” Zayne’s gaze sharpened, as he regarded you with an amused intensity.

To Zayne, you appeared almost ethereal in your gentleness, innocence, and purity—an enigma, given how you had fervently begged Sylus for acts that defied your serene nature. Zayne was genuinely taken aback by the flood of anger now rushing through him, sparked the instant Sylus’s hand had first connected with your ass, and by the unfamiliar look in your eyes that almost floored Zayne with its power. To his surprise, Zayne experienced no remorse as he let the anger guide him—unceremoniously tossing you onto the bed, flipping you over and raising your hips high in the air. Z hand came down sharply on your ass, landing on the fading mark left by Sylus. Your heart seemed to pause for a brief, breathless moment, before picking up with renewed urgency. It was almost beyond belief—your Zayne, eyes glinting with resentment and something darker—gazing down at you with a possessiveness that made your breath catch. The white robe Zayne wore, hastily donned while Sylus was still within you, parted slightly to reveal the chiseled contours of his chest— you reached out, unable to stop yourself from trailing your fingers along his bare skin. They gently traced the defined ridges of his abs, following the faint trail of hair that led lower.

In your heart, you had long held the belief that Zayne was the most captivating of all the men in your life. With his sleek, dark hair, and those enchanting green eyes, and the raw power lying in wait under his skin—Zayne embodied an ethereal presence that matched how he viewed you—his steadfast compassion and innate selflessness, consistently putting others needs above his own, alongside his tranquil aura and extraordinary beauty—Zayne seemed to embody the essence of a god walking among mortals. The reflection of awe and unyielding certainty in your eyes spoke volumes to Zayne. Briefly, his eyes softened, only to have the unfamiliar dark shimmer quietly slip back in as he returned your gaze. “It’s rare I find myself on the same page as him,” Zayne remarked with a cold nod toward Sylus. “But you do possess a unique knack for ruining a moment.” You cast Zayne a sharp glare, feeling your heart race as the others settled onto the tousled sheets beside you. Xavier offered a gentle grin, while Rafayel’s laughter rang out freely. “I have to side with them on this one, princess. I’m not even sorry.” Sylus’s lips curled—he was fully aware that every man present shared the same thoughts about your nearly constant cheeky attitude.

Rafayel leaned in closer, his thumb tracing delicately over a taut nipple while his other hand explored your slick folds. He captured your lips in a tender kiss, skillfully keeping your entrance tantalizingly accessible for Zayne’s impending claim. Settling into a comfortable position, Rafayel seemed to prepare himself for the next unfolding of your pleasure—it was more than passing observation, he had long ago begun to immerse himself in your delight, captivated by the symphony of sensations you experienced. Whether it was the unique bond you and he shared, or simply his intense fascination with you—Rafayel felt almost as if he could inhale your emotions, each wave of pleasure you experienced echoing through him.

Suddenly, a hand smacked your backside again, eliciting a sharp cry from your lips.

“All attention on me now, little one,” Zayne's voice a deep, soft timbre that held an enticing edge of command. Only in your wildest dreams—fantasies a lot less probable than the one you had of this night—could you envision your sweet, treasured physician standing behind you, exuding such soft dominance and possessiveness that it set your skin on fire. As your back arched higher instinctively, offering yourself wholly to Zayne, you felt like the luckiest girl alive—experiencing so many of your deepest fantasies in rapid succession. It crossed your mind whether you were using up all your luck—each blissful sigh, every drop of ecstasy, every tear of joy, seemingly tallying against the fortune you were allotted in a year—perhaps even a lifetime. But you didn’t care in the slightest, you would gladly use up every precious ounce of luck for this night to stretch into eternity. The thought of sharing your apartment with only Xavier seemed suddenly small. Your mind wandered to an impossible vision—all your lovers under one roof—a notion so delightfully ridiculous that it sent you into a fit of joyous giggles.

Zayne’s hands, which had been boldly kneading handfuls of your backside while you drifted in thought, suddenly stilled. He shifted his weight to one hand, carefully avoiding Rafayel as his other hand slid down your neck to grasp one of his favorite things in the world. Your breast was firm but yielding in his grasp, the softness inviting his touch as he kneaded it. His fingers played skillfully with your nipple until it stood achingly hard beneath his hand. Zayne fought the urge to flip you over and spread you wide, revealing the feast of your form before him. Still, he was certain those beautiful breasts would never escape his lips throughout his time with you—he savored the way you were currently arranged—your ass arched high in a wordless plea for more. Aligning the tip of his cock with your entrance, Zayne took his time, pushing past your tight walls slowly. He admired your body—the way your soft, inviting cunt welcomed him eagerly, lovingly, despite being thoroughly ravished. There was no hesitation in your body's response to him, as if it wanted nothing more than to continue your pleasure.

In that moment, a realization struck Zayne—your body hadn’t experienced every form of pleasure imaginable tonight, not yet at least, and that thought filled him with unbridled excitement. Maybe Zayne was going to get to experience a first with you tonight, too.

Xavier, initially oblivious to what flickered in Zayne’s eyes, quickly grasped the situation—Zayne had gripped your cheeks possessively, eyes feasting on the sight of your puckered pink entrance. Xavier’s voice carried a dangerous calm as he directed it at Zayne, as if daring him to act. Xavier’s eyes sought his sword, ensuring it was within reach, confident in his ability to retrieve it faster than Zayne’s ice could halt him. You tensed against Zayne, confused, wide eyes first locking with Rafayel’s before darting to a visibly intense Xavier. Xavier’s gaze briefly softened on you, before fixating back on Zayne. “Why don’t you share the little scheme I just watched form in that head of yours.” Xavier taunted, his head tilting with a mocking, piercing stare. “Or were you planning to proceed without saying  a word?” Xavier’s comment left you puzzled, prompting you to sit up and loop your arms around Zayne’s neck. “Zaynie, what’s the fuss about?” you asked, giving him your best pout while pressing your body suggestively against his. Zayne exhaled sharply, muttering a soft curse. Blocking out the others, Zayne directed his attention solely to you, lifting you so you could wrap your legs around his waist. His hand traced gentle circles on your back as he began to explain. “Do you remember that idea I mentioned some time ago? When we were hiding on the hospital rooftop to watch the sunset?” Your brows furrowed in concentration as Zayne watched, almost imagining a whimsical little thought bubble forming above your head as you struggled to recall his words from long ago. You leaned back in his arms, eyes locking onto his with a look of incredulity, as if questioning his sanity. Your voice carried a mix of disbelief and playful accusation. “That thing from a while back? More like just last week.” A deep blush spread across Zayne’s cheeks at your reminder—he had nearly forgotten how recently he’d broached the subject.

That night, flushed and slightly dazed, Zayne had lifted his head from your chest, lips swollen and slick, breath coming in quick pants as he admired his handiwork—your breasts beautifully marked by this attention. Despite his inebriation—his medical instincts advising rest and rehydration—Zayne couldn’t suppress the needy request that escaped his lips. Zayne had promised with fervent intensity—of which you had no doubt—that he would ensure that every moment was as painless and pleasurable as possible. that you would relish in every sensation he would provide, if you allowed him this intimate privilege. You couldn’t ignore the warmth that blossomed within you at his suggestion now, how it made your core clench with longing as it had so many times before. Though you weren’t about to share it with the entire room, Zayne had subtly woven the idea of exploring anal intimacy into your conversations more times than you could count. In truth, you were entirely ready and willing. There was just one issue—the pale-haired man beside you, who was practically vibrating with a fierce, protective energy as he shot daggers at Zayne.

Xavier’s reaction wasn't  driven solely by a sense of safeguarding your honor—it was fueled by his personal claim to your promised first experience.  The drunken echo of the promise lingered, a reminder of how you had assured Xavier he would be the first when you were ready. You genuinely intended to keep that vow, often finding yourself lost in daydreams of being pressed against Xavier, his strong arms enveloping you as you both navigated this uncharted territory. That promise seemed unwavering—until you realized how much it meant to Zayne. And you absolutely loathed yourself at the hurt in Zayne’s eyes when you would refuse him. Time and again , after Zayne averted his gaze to mask his disappointment, you’d find yourself harshly pinching a spot on your skin hard enough to leave a bruise, hoping it would escape Zayne’s notice. The physical pain served as a temporary balm for your emotions, dulling the heartache at knowing you were hurting him. But inflicting that same pain on Xavier? Just the idea made you freeze, your mind racing for new, gentle ways to let them down. When you realized the moment for truth had arrived, your stomach sank.

Sylus noticed the shift in your demeanor—the resolve settling in your shoulders, and the firm look in your eyes as you faced the two men. He let out a soft chuckle from his spot on the couch, lounging with a glass of wine in hand. “Oh no, sweetie. The moment has arrived. What’s your plan?” Sylus smirked, tapping his temple—a mockingly confident gesture true to Sylus’s nature. “After tonight, I’m sure you see the wisdom in the age-old saying—two is better than one.” Sylus paused, feigning a sudden revelation as mockingly as his usual head tap. Despite the simplicity of his comment—the gleam in Sylus's eyes suggested he saw it as a crowning moment of wit. Sylus’s amused demeanor was starting to grate on your nerves, and your glare spoke volumes about your patience nearing its limit. Yet, you held your tongue, seething silently as his monologue dragged on. “The logic extends to confessions too, especially when it’s the same issue affecting both people. So, kitten, if you want my humble advice, I’d suggest biting the bullet.” And there it was—the irritation simmering to the surface as Sylus droned on. Truth be told, it flared the moment the word “humble” escaped his annoyingly charming lips. Applying such a word to Sylus was a stretch, unless you were talking about how he managed not to boast about his immense wealth. But for the rest of him? Not so much. You shot him a sharp glare. “I'm sorry, did you seriously just use the word “humble” to describe yourself? In context with you, it’s leagues funnier than that terrible joke you just tried.” With a roll of your eyes you turned away. “Go find a corner to occupy, you’re officially unnecessary here.” Sylus smirked, gesturing towards Rafayel. “And what about our aquatic friend? He’s not mixed up in your drama is he? If you push me out, I’m taking him with me.”

Tendrils of crimson and shadow wove through the air like living smoke, Sylus’s energy magic reaching out with an elegant grace. It glided across the floor, coiling around Rafayel’s ankle with a deliberate tug. The unexpected pull caused Rafayel to stumble briefly, but with a graceful fluidity, he righted himself. With a deliberate flick of his wrist, Rafayel conjured a brilliant flame in his palm, the fire dancing with a life of its own. His eyes burned with a blend of purple, magenta, and blue—a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of colors that defied nature—each hue shimmering like sunlit ocean waves. The teasing, joyous spirit you knew had vanished, replaced by a figure of such commanding presence that he towered over all. As he stood, radiating power like the majestic crash of ocean waves, you could almost see Rafayel as he once was—the God of the Sea. Though he no longer bore the title, Rafayel still embodied the presence and boundless power of a true deity. His voice echoed with authority, wrapping the room in its potent embrace. “Watch yourself.” His eyes locked onto Sylus with an intensity that spoke volumes, a simmering threat lurking in their depths. “I’ve been itching for the opportunity to wipe that smug smile off your face. So go on—tempt me.” With a light tap to his temple, Sylus’s smile spread gradually, looking as though Rafayel’s fiery eruption was the most delightful present anyone had ever bestowed upon him. “Alright fish, that’s enough for now. Let’s put your bravado aside, shall we?” The authority in Sylus’s voice stood toe-to-toe with Rafayel’s, yet it was tempered by an undercurrent of dark mockery that simmered beneath. “Flaunting power doesn’t entice me, so let’s call this little performance to a close.”

You felt it the moment Rafayel’s composure shattered—his eyes darkened like a brewing storm, and his skin began to shimmer as his power surged to the surface. In that split second, almost reflectively, you did what you had vowed to never do.

“Rafayel.”

Your voice carried a startling authority of its own—resonating with a force that seemed to lunge forward, embedding itself within Rafayel. The bond you shared with the Lemurian came alive as you spoke his name, like a sacred invocation—the mark over his heart blazing fiercely as the connection thrummed between you. Rafayel’s eyes locked onto yours, profound as the ocean, responding to the leash of his name. “Raf, please stop—you’re making me nervous,” you implored softly, though you knew he couldn’t resist your request. “Also, I just updated the decor—I’d prefer to leave it intact." This power over Rafayel brought you no satisfaction, in truth it pained you. The notion of controlling a person was an enigma that unsettled you deeply.

...

Unless you were asserting dominance over the men who hungrily surrounded you—that was a scenario where power felt inherently right. That notion alone unleashed a cascade of enticing ideas swirling in your head. As you surveyed your assembled men, a plan began to take shape—next time, the gathering would embrace a theme of you holding the reins—a  prospect destined to occupy your thoughts until it became a reality.

You shook your head softly, grounding yourself; swiftly concluding that what the room needed most right now was a diversion. Reluctant as you were to embrace it, you couldn’t deny that this promised a truly spectacular distraction. With a decisive clap of your hands, you captured everyone's attention. “Listen up boys—I plan on reliving this escapade as many times as I wish, and you will do your best to get along and fulfill your roles.” The teasing lilt in your voice was carefully crafted to reassure them that everything was okay. You pivoted toward Xavier and Rafayel, a sudden realization dawning as your eyes locked with Xavier’s. His eyes met yours with a calm, unreadable expression that sent your stomach into free-fall. You walked toward him but stopped before reaching out, respecting his clear, silent boundary—marked by crossed arms and a distant stance. “Bun, what’s going on?” Xavier's voice was so soft—infused with the pain and confusion he felt. The unspoken secret weighed heavily—Xavier struggled with the knowledge that there was something you hadn’t entrusted to him. He longed to take you aside, away from prying eyes, to unravel this mystery in private. Despite his trust in you, the context was unsettling amidst the crowd. As he looked at you—his anchor in the universe—he hated the pang of mistrust that went through him. You breached his space, whispering, “I’m so sorry, Xav, I didn’t mean to worry you.” before retreating to face Zayne, whose stoic gaze was softened with implicit trust. His faith in you radiated in a subtle lift of his lips and a nod—encouraging you to proceed.

Despite the commotion, Zayne felt a serene detachment. His faith in you was ironclad, be it amidst confessions or mysteries. More than anything, Zayne was just ready to delve into this issue. What had always gnawed at Zayne was the wait—the endless anticipation of sharing that intimate moment he knew you both desired. It was rare for Zayne to indulge in selfish thoughts, but he couldn't help but hope that this resolution would come to an end with him buried deep in your ass. You flashed Zayne a gentle smile, before standing up on the couch, positioning yourself just within Sylus’s reach should you tumble. Sylus, all flirtatious energy and soft touches, gave your ass a light, teasing slap. You playfully batted his hand away, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on his lips, fingers threading through his hair. “Haven’t you been a naughty enough boy tonight?” you teased with a sultry pout, earning a low growl and a sharper smack in response. “I guess i’ll be needing some discipline, won't i, sweetie?” he murmured, his deep voice and tantalizing words sent a thrill up your spine. You kissed the tip of his nose, savoring the playful intimacy before straightening up again. “First, I want to apologize. I’m largely to blame for this whole fiasco.” Your eyes narrowed in Sylus’s direction. “Not the sole reason,” you continued, turning back “but certainly the main one. So—sorry about that. Still; this entire situation is absurd. This secret doesn’t deserve the spectacle it’s become.”

Exhaling deeply, your gaze met Zayne’s. “You covet the honor of being the first to take my asshole’s virginity so intensely, I worry about the toll it would take on your well-being if that fantasy wasn't fulfilled.” Zayne just folded his arms, chuckling softly as he shook his head. “In truth, those fears are mutual,” he jested.  “Problem is, I already promised that particular honor to Xavier.” Suspicion flared momentarily in Zayne's eyes. “Was this before or after you made that promise to me?” His tone was cautious, yet curious. You quickly reassured him, “before, I promise,” and his suspicion dissipated. Xavier’s soft voice cut through the silence. “So I guess that makes me the one who got screwed over.” Despite his upset he looked at you with gentle eyes. “Can we talk somewhere private?” You nodded, the prospect of a private conversation bringing you immediate relief. Together, you slipped to the kitchen, a comfortable silence enveloping you both. The gentle click of the door lock piqued your curiosity as Xavier approached, his fingers weaving into your hair as he rested his forehead against yours with a sigh. “I know you have your reasons; but it still stings a bit that you kept something from me,” he murmured. “You’re right to feel that way,” you acknowledged softly. He squeezed you even tighter and asked, “So, what happened?” You leaned back to meet his gaze. “I promised you long before Zayne brought it up. and I meant every word I said when I made it. But Zayne’s enthusiasm is overwhelming—it’s like a dream for him.” Xavier whined softly, his hands playing over your hips. “Why can’t he be second? I just want to go first.”

Xavier's puppy dog eyes nearly undid you, drawing out a giggle as you leaned into his touch, rising on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck. “In the end, you claimed the V-card that really counts,” you whispered, Xavier’s soft sigh mingling with your words as his lips met yours in a deep kiss. He pressed gentle kisses to your eyelids and cheeks before lifting you into his arms and placing you softly on the kitchen table, his lips finding yours again with a passion much more intense than before. Xavier's eyes met yours, lips glistening and eyes filled with a dazed desire. “I believe,” he said, placing kisses along your collarbone, “you fell for me first.” A teasing bite on your shoulder followed. “And that means I’ve won the right to lead you through all of your firsts… Particularly that that involve your irresistible body." His voice was low as his teeth bit the mound of your breast, his tongue soothing gently over the sting.  “You don’t seem too troubled by the idea of me trying it with Zayne first though. And ever since you first mentioned it, it’s been radio silent.” You tugged Xavier closer. “What eased my nerves in telling you was your lack of urgency about it,” you added. Xavier pulled back slightly, his eyes dancing with gentle amusement. “I, unlike some, value patience and deeply respect your boundaries.” He combed his fingers gently through your hair, tangling them to tilt your head back. “However, it seems that was a mistake—rather than coming to me, you sought someone else to take my place.” You knew Xavier’s words should have sparked at least a hint of remorse, but there was none to be found—not with the way he touched you, his blue eyes sparkling with a teasing warmth. He slid you back on the table as he expertly positioned your legs, bending your knees until they framed your flushed face. Xavier’s eyes danced lazily before fixing on his goal, his hands slipping beneath your hips to pull you closer.

Xavier's words came with a mischievous lilt, “I realized we’re out of lube, Bun,” he murmured, placing a kiss near your sensitive skin, prompting a surprise inhale from you. “We can’t let that happen to your doctor right? Let me help.” Your body momentarily froze. Sensing the pause, Xavier’s words flowed like a gentle stream. “You know you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable,” he whispered. You replied softly, “It’s not that—it’s just, would it be good for you?” His answering look was so honest. “How could it not be?” you nodded slowly. The remnants of your shared encounters lingered, and Xavier spread it, careful not to rush. The delicate contrast of your skin drew his gaze, stirring a soft wonder about how it might feel under the gentle sweep of his tongue. While Xavier quietly nursed his resentment for Zanye, he found comfort in the plan he had devised the moment the truth slipped from your lips. Xavier’s lips moved softly over your inner thighs and the curve of your ass, his tongue tracing light paths and his lips capturing your skin briefly, offering a hint of the pleasures ahead. His warm breath lingered over your sensitive skin, deliberate and comforting like a small breeze. Xavier hoped you’d enjoy the sensation—and he was right, as your quiet gasp and the subtle arch of your hips toward him revealed your growing need. This gentle urgency ignited a rush within Xavier, spurring him on as his mouth explored further. His tender kisses continued to dot your skin, the feel of his lips mingling with your slick warmth making you dizzy with pleasure. When your breathless giggles rang out, Xavier began to weave in soft flicks of his tongue, deepening each stroke as he moved toward your most sensitive spot. That first languid sweep of his tongue over your soft skin nearly undid him, a helpless whimper escaping him as your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer.

Xavier responded instantly, his next pass with his tongue applying a deeper pressure. The sensations overwhelmed you—entire galaxies danced behind your closed eyes, each touch from Xavier bringing forth a wave of pleasure beyond description. It was a tender kind of ecstasy—the sensations were softer, wrapping around you with a warm blanket. This experience felt more intimate than anything you and Xavier had shared before somehow. His tongue moved with such tenderness and skill, sparking ripples of electricity at the point of each touch. Your voice softly spoke his name like a sacred chant, your hand traveling down to circle your clit in the slickness. The sight of your fingers dancing over your slick folds, chanting his name like a mantra, was nearly Xavier’s undoing— barely aware as his hand found its way to his own arousal, spreading the precum in a hasty eager motion. His lips joined the fray, placing tender, wet suctions between skillful flicks and sweeps of his tongue. Occasionally Xavier teased you with breathy exhalations again, savoring the sweet giggles you gifted him in return. As his tongue gently explored your puckered entrance, the overwhelming pleasure had you gasping a soft curse, your hand on your clit moving more urgently.

Xavier was utterly absorbed in you, the sensation of your body lightly gripping his tongue, a promise for the time he’d finally claim all of you. He softly delved with his tongue, pausing for tender laps and licks at the smooth skin around it, mixing in gentle kisses and the softest teases of his teeth. The room was filled with the urgent sounds of Xavier's hand working his own arousal, intermingled with your breathless cries, creating an intoxicating symphony. Xavier sensed the approach of your release from the way your body tightened around his tongue, eliciting a soft sob from you. Your warmth trickled down, becoming one with the sensations Xavier’s tongue was creating. The way your body gripped his tongue, your warmth and your taste, had Xavier utterly ruined. Certain of your satisfaction, Xavier shifted, raising your hips to the perfect angle to receive his release. It was an overwhelming rush—stealing his breath and setting his heart racing as dizziness danced through his limbs. He spilled over your skin, ensuring no part was left bare, before gently scooping you up to maintain the placement of his release.

Zayne, Rafayel, and Sylus had gathered in the main room, lingering as they anticipated the conclusion of your and Xavier's activities in the kitchen. Rafayel and Sylus exchanged amused looks as Xavier walked in, holding you with your ass in the air, his release trailing down. Ignoring their knowing smiles, Xavier nodded towards the bedroom door, signaling for Zayne to follow. Xavier wanted to ensure that this intimate moment was only shared between you and Zayne.  Xavier recognized its deep significance for both of you, and despite his own mixed feelings, he was determined to make the experience as comfortable and joyful  for you as it could be. Silently, Zayne obliged, his gaze softening as he noticed your blissful grin, nestled in Xavier’s arms. “Zayniee, I missed you" you whispered with delight, looking up at him with pure adoration. You embodied satisfaction—covered in cum, eyes shining, a rosy flush adorning your cheeks. Zayne simply shook his head with a soft smile. Xavier gently laid you on the bed, keeping your body perfectly displayed for Zayne as Xavier motioned toward your inviting form. Speaking in a subdued tone, Xavier’s words carried an edge, a silent testament to his restrained fury aimed at Zayne. Always prioritizing your happiness, Xavier suppressed his irritation and offered a statement that provided him with some relief. “You want to lead? Go ahead. But you’ll do so wrapped in my essence—in a way, I'm still there.” His gaze bore into Zayne, a mosaic of emotions—a possessive protectiveness over you, frustration with Zayne, and surprisingly, a gentle trust as he entrusted you to Zayne’s care. With that, Xavier turned, leaving the room as the door closed quietly.

“Zayne?” Your voice was gentle, yet carried a new undertone of seriousness. When Zayne met your gaze, he was nearly overwhelmed at the depth of love he saw reflected there. With a playful wiggle of your hips, you suggested, “There’s a towel in the bathroom. Want to clean me up?” Your tender smile reassured him, and Zayne silently appreciated your request. He realized you would have welcomed the symbolism of Xavier’s essence being present, but he found himself relieved to forgo that connection. And truthfully, while you did enjoy the idea of intertwining their experiences, you recognized Zayne needed this moment to be exclusively his. You suspected that Xavier was aware of this too, as he had quietly demonstrated by leading you and Zayne to this room alone. Your gaze lingered on Zayne as he tended to you with the most gentle of care—his eyes reflected a subtle tenderness, and every pass of the warm cloth on your skin infused you with comfort and a re-kindling of desire. Zayne took his time, ensuring that the soft rag caressed every part of your skin. The soothing warmth of the rag, followed by the coolness of Zayne’s touch provided a soothing contrast. Your eyelids soon grew heavy, and you were just on the verge of drifting off when Zayne wrapped you carefully in his arms, cradling you against him as he spooned you softly. His fingers brushed your hair aside, exposing your neck as he placed a soft kiss on your collarbone. “Are you alright?” he asked, his tone was tinted with seriousness. Zayne wasn’t referring to any disagreement with you and Xavier—seeing you arrive in Xavier's arms, covered by his essence—Zayne knew you two were on solid ground. Zayne's concern was solely for your wellbeing; he had no intention of proceeding unless he knew this was truly what you wanted. You shifted, threading your fingers through his hair, meeting his gaze with a clear certainty. Seeing the honest assurance in your eyes, Zayne felt his worries melt away. You drew his face to your yours, arching into him with a passionate intensity.

You craved Zayne—needed with every fiber of your being right now. You had dreamed of this moment, wanting nothing more than for him to be the one to share it with you. Now that it was unfolding—you were determined to seize every single second. This yearning drove you to cling to him tightly, your body aligning with his as if magnetically drawn. Feeling a light warmth trickle down your thigh, you reached between yourself and Zayne, wrapping your hand around his length, surprised by the abundance of precum coating it. You hummed in approval, spreading it over his shaft as you playfully remarked, “Looks like Xavier’s concerns about the lube weren’t necessary,” Zayne’s look was direct. “Is that the excuse he gave you for that display?” You just giggled, cozying back against him and parting yourself to welcome him.

"There it is, Zayne, right within your reach—The Promised Land.” A quiet burst of laughter escaped Zayne as his smile grew. “Silly girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing softly against your hair. When you spoke again, your eyes were earnest, “Touch me Zayne. Please.” In that moment, Zayne’s resolve crumbled, your words dissolving his composure. With you already spreading yourself invitingly for him, it was effortless for Zayne to slide his cock along your sensitive skin, his movements slow and deliberate. Though this was an act familiar to Zayne, it felt different this time, as though his very being sensed a deeper bond forming between you. Zayne dedicated himself fully, transferring every bit of his essence to you, reclaiming what had once been covered by Xavier’s touch. Pulling you closer, he let his warm breath linger over your ear. “And how exactly do you want me to touch you, little one?” Zayne's words were probing, suffused with a quiet heat, they wrapped around you, and your breath hitched as you guided his hand. You arched your back, offering better access to your smooth puckered skin. You exhaled softly as his fingertips traced the lightest path over you. “Don’t you already know what to do, doctor? You’ve had plenty of time to study.” You purred, your voice a teasing lure for Zayne as his finger lightly caressed your entrance, enjoying its instinctive clench. You softly pleaded, “You've been there before Zayne—I need more.” Zayne aligned his thumb with your entrance, stirring the slickness as he eased just the tip inside. “Even Xavier’s tongue delved deeper, Zayne.” That remark earned a low growl and a heated murmur of “brat” from Zayne as he thrust his thumb in without warning.

Once his thumb was buried deeply inside you, Zayne’s other hand entwined tightly in your hair, positioning you so he could observe your every reaction. Zayne’s irritation was a particular pleasure for you—his method of administering consequences always made your actions worthwhile—especially now that his reactions carried a newfound intensity. This was clear from the way you felt no remorse, even though Zayne had just abruptly thrust his finger into your ass—eliciting a sharp pain that momentarily clouded your lust. “Better?” His voice, heavy with seductive authority, sent shivers down your spine. It was obvious too when the first words to fall from your lips came as a deep sigh of, “Yes, Zayne—just like that.” Those words ignited something within Zayne—he had planned to approach this moment with the utmost care, showing his love in his every delicate touch. Yet, the tone of your voice and the longing in your eyes implored him for more, and it surprised him how willing he was to meet that request. Once your body settled into relaxation after its initial response, you almost went limp in Zayne's arms, completely entrusting yourself to him. He maintained a consistent rhythm—sensing your craving for intensity yet choosing to gently prepare you first. His thumb moved in and out of your entrance, slow and deep—Zayne would pull back just to the tip, savoring the tight suction before drawing in more of his essence and plunging deeply once more. Zayne became enveloped in this sensation, his eyes closing as he focused on the feeling of your grip around his thumb, how each movement made you even wetter. He sighed as he ran his hand through your folds, mixing your essence with his. You were utterly tantalizing—the very picture of a man's deepest fantasies. You felt Zayne slowly introduce a second finger, offering your body time to accommodate the new sensation this time.

Once you began to relax around the dual intrusion, Zayne’s lips and teeth etched a persistent path across your skin. You wondered how your lovers could still find you alluring, marred as you were by the marks of their passion. But, as Zayne eagerly added his own signature to the canvas of your skin, you realized this wasn’t something to be concerned about. The challenge of concealing these marks in the upcoming weeks, however, was a much more realistic concern.

Zayne was nearing his breaking point, his lips flushed and slick, breath escaping him even faster than yours. He was more of a mess than you, and Zayne nearly rejoiced when your quiet whisper cut through his desire-laden trance. The request for “more” was so faint that Zayne might have missed it had he not been attuned to every nuance of your expression. Zayne positioned his shaft at your entrance, gently tracing soothing circles on your hips and your ass. Your entire being cried out for Zayne to finally take you,and he could see that desperation, yet he had to confirm. “Are you completely certain about this?” Eyes remaining closed, you were nearly beyond words as you sighed deeply, sinking further into the softness of the comforter beneath you, “Need you so bad, Zayne. Please—i'll do anything,” The last word was a pure plea from the depths of your being. As Zayne’s cock slowly opened you up, your body stayed perfectly at ease. After the meticulous attention from both Xavier and Zayne, you didn’t feel the slightest nervousness about what was to come.

Your mind and body were at ease, and soft giggles, whimpers, and whispered iterations of Zayne’s name escaped your lips as he pushed deeper into you. A strangled sob of “yes” echoed as he pushed in completely—Zayne rendered motionless by the overwhelming sensation of your warmth and tight embrace. Honestly, Zayne was surprised he hadn’t simply ceased to exist in that moment—reforming as a being set to traverse the universe to find your spirit once again. The pressure of being embedded in your ass was far more intense than the snug fit of your cunt, almost overpoweringly so at first. Drawing you as tight as he could against him, Zayne’s face nestled into your neck, his warm breath escaping in a huff as he pulled away to the tip before pushing in again. Quickly captivated by the intensity, Zayne seemed to drift—his senses absorbed by the slow, deliberate rhythm of his movements. Resting his head on your shoulder, he watched in admiration as your breasts bounced gently with each pull of his hips. You embodied pure sinfulness—your slick skin exuding lust as your hand wandered across it. Zayne's teeth found your neck as your fingers explored your depths.

It was surprising how deeply connected you were to Zayne in that moment; perhaps this was the reason behind his insistence and eagerness to explore anal together. It dawned on you why he wanted to be your first, and quietly, you sensed he shared these same revelations. Zayne, having anticipated this intensity, knew from his research there was something special about it, yet nothing truly prepared him for this. Your body seemed intent on holding him as if he were becoming an inseparable part of you, and Zayne felt that profound bond as well. He was a beautiful mess—his skin glistening with sweat as he whispered your name and sweet murmurs fervently, his cock gliding slickly in an abundance of precum, a filthy testament to his arousal. You were equally overwhelmed, desperately rubbing your clit, your head gently bobbing with his motions, tears of bliss tracing your cheeks. A quiet, “love you, Zayne” slipped out, carrying straight to Zayne’s heart.

It was your declaration of love that tipped Zayne over the edge, building to a power climax that surpassed anything he’d ever felt before. Zayne succumbed to wave after wave of ecstasy, each pulse of his release felt keenly against your tightly enveloping warmth. The sensation of his throbbing veins and the filling warmth of his seed sent you spiraling into your own breathtaking orgasm, waves of pleasure coursing from where you were joined to every part of your being. Even after his movements slowed, Zayne remained nestled within you, savoring the lingering connection. Once more, your latest release soaked the bedding—a new trait of yours that Zayne found himself utterly obsessed with.

As the pleasure ebbed, you floated in its serene wake, a dreamy, weightless sensation setting comfortably within you. With movements that were slow and almost worshipful, Zayne delicately cleaned you with a warm cloth again. His touch was as meticulous and caring as it had been the first time; the warmth of the rag tracing soothing paths across your skin. His gentle hands and the soft kisses he left on your skin’s marks eased you softly to sleep. After attending to himself, Zayne took a brief moment to look in on you again before checking in on the rest of the group. During the time you and Zayne had been lost in each other, Rafayel and Sylus had quietly slipped away, leaving only Xavier dozing on the couch. Zayne sighed with relief, grateful for the chance to spend the rest of the night holding you close.

When Xavier awoke, sleep still lingering, he wandered to the bedroom to find you and Zayne softly entwined, your breaths synchronized in a peaceful rhythm. Gently, Xavier settled behind you, a soft, sleepy sigh escaping him the moment his body relaxed against yours. Your satisfaction seemed to emanate from you, enveloping Xavier as he breathed in your scent. A selfish desire stirred within him to wake you, fueled by the fantasy of taking Zayne’s place. But, exhaustion triumphed as he snuggled closer, melting into your warmth.

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mars in 11th - you don’t fit in anywhere because you are born to lead

5th house - this house is more than just fun and one-night stands…sure it can represent simple pleasures and such but we forget that venus rejoices here which is the planet of love. therefore, this is a house of love and how we want to love, how we want to express our lust for life … it’s more of a passionate/meaningful house than people think. how do we become the best version of ourselves? the 5th house can address this too since venus also represents potential! (venus exalts in pisces, a zodiac that deals a lot with potential/possibility)

✤ i think that there’s often a very one dimensional look when it comes to placements in their exaltation/fall/detriment/domicile… let’s take taurus mars as an example. although taurus mars may fail to do what mars wants to do naturally—conquer, speed, efficient, etc..— this placement is known for their laid back and sensual/indulgent nature which is something that maybe aries mars—a domicile zodiac for mars—may lack. taurus mars CAN be active like aries mars. but taurus being ruled by venus wants/needs to feel pleasured and creative in the process. activities such as dance or even house-cleaning are things that could be in a taurus mars' wheelhouse. the only part where taurus fails to execute mars' true qualities is that taurus does not deal with challenge, pain, upheaval, etc... as well as aries/scorpio/capricorn does because venus is about enjoying life and gratitude and mars represents rebellion and change. but taurus mars' still have the same ambition as say a cap mars does. taurus mars is in a sign of its triplicity after all. which transitions to our next topic pretty nicely...

✤ TRIPLICITY IS IMPORTANT YALL!! for those of you who don’t know, triplicity is when a planet isn’t in their sign of exaltation/domicile (including a sign of its detriment/fall) but in the same element as their exalted/domicile ruler is in. triplicity especially helps out lessen the effects of detriment/fallen planets. lets take a look at a few examples:

- moon in scorpio: the moon is in domicile in cancer. the reason why the moon doesn't like scorpio is because scorpio is ruled by mars and mars wants to fight, conquer, and break cycles. it seeks to go down below and bring our issues into the light. scorpio wants to end darkness. but the moon does not function in this manner. the moon represents manifestation and fulfillment through the journeys we have been through in life (jupiter exalted in cancer) and connecting it back to our own soul, memories, and life mindset. the moon, just like how it passes through new and full moons (light and dark) phases in real life, always circles back to previous phases, it doesn't mind fluctuating between light and dark unlike scorpio. another way to think about this is that cancer/moon goes out into the world to gather its info/experiences (positive or negative) and then processes it internally. scorpio works in the exact opposite. scorpio gathers its info/experiences in an internal manner, and processes these things externally (bringing problems into the light and therefore ending the darkness that came with burying these qualities/problems). BUT scorpio and cancer, are both protective and healers. we can think about this is in their symbolism and element. scorpio and cancer are both represented by animals who have exoskeletons (cancer - crab, scorpio - scorpion) which demonstrates their instinct to protect. the astrology community has long knew cancer's ability to protect, but scorpio? scorpio being protective? scorpio is protective in the sense that it breaks cycles and protects justice (mars is all about finding justice). it's also important to note that scorpio also protects through its fixed quality. fixed signs maintain things and keep it consistent hence why they're fixed signs, they bring things back to tradition and order. though it may hurt and scorpio's protective qualities may manifest in an unusual manner to others (think about the scorpion's stinger), scorpio's motto would be that "the best defense is a good offense". the moon can still heal, process, in scorpio which is why it has tripilicity. BUT scorpio makes the moon do this function in a reversal order. placements that have tripilicity often represent much creative and reflective power—hence why so many artists have scorpio moons (lady gaga, miley cyrus, ice spice, etc…).

- venus in virgo: venus in virgo has tripilicity because venus is in domicile in taurus, which is another earth sign like virgo. but venus is in fall in virgo. why? and why does it have triplicity beyond just being in an earth sign like its taurus counterpart? lets start off by defining venus' qualities. venus is about pleasure, enjoyment, and ease. arguably, without venus there really is no purpose to live. why do we work? because we want money. why do we want money? because money gives us nice things. why do we want nice things? because through having nice things, we can discover our identity, our likes and dislikes, and experience all that life has to offer us. and this is really our end goal is it not? to express and do what we love so that we can enjoy life and bring VALUE and MEANINGFULNESS into our life. value + meaningfulness is a very venusian quality. venus goes beyond money, marriage, or sex at its most basic forms. venus wants the ultimate satisfaction and meaning that can be possible in our lives (even more evidence as to why venus likes pisces, venus is the POTENTIAL of our what lives could be). but virgo is ruled by mercury. where mercury is about chaos and the processing mind, venus works in the realm of feeling and pleasure. mercury is planet that helps us process the world around us, to categorize, and to put things in their place. mercury is able to tell the difference between what is real and what is illusion (which is why mercury is often noted for being the comic trickster, especially if you connect to roman/greek mythology where mercury/hermes was the messenger of the gods and notoriously known for tricking other gods too). but venus doesn’t care what is real or what is fake because either way, venus considers both the non-physical aspects and the physical aspects of life to be valid (think about how libra, ruled by venus, is symbolized by the scales in this manner). but mercury/virgo wants to change and transform the impossible into something possible. in this manner, virgo disrupts venus' peace and ability to ground us to our lives, and it may be that people with this placement often find themselves getting stuck in an everlasting cycle for having to adopt/adjust and having to separate their non-physical and physical worlds (even though venus wants them to be together). HOWEVER. we still have to talk about how, regardless of virgo's pitfalls in virgo, it does have some dignity here. but how? as previously mentioned, virgo is an earth sign just like taurus, a sign ruled by venus. i like to correlate the earth signs to the energy of the pentacles suit in tarot (not to be confused, pentacles and earth signs both have their differences still!). a lot of the cards in the pentacles suit deal with being comfortable in one's own energy, resources, sense of satisfaction/achievement, and rhythm of life. doesn't this sound very similar to the venusian energy described above? and because virgo is also an earth sign it does share some of this same energy. it shares similar energy by wanting to establish new patterns, rhythms, systems, etc… virgo has a better idea of how life could look like. (venus is about potential! venus is also about improvement, ease, efficiency...all things that virgo works towards) it just gets stuck in the chaos that comes with making new systems...after all it is much harder to make magic happen on the physical plane! (virgo is an earth sign, earth signs work in the physical plan). because it's harder to make magic happen on the physical plane this is why venus has an easier time in pisces because pisces works in the mind/feelings/imagination.

✤ speaking about water signs, i would argue that pisces is also just as transformational as scorpio but isn’t denoted for its transformational qualities because it isn’t considered to be as intense as scorpio (even though it is intense, just in a different way). pisces is a sign of redemeption, it’s where we tie loose ends and where we want to forgive others and ourselves for the wrong doings we have done. it’s about potential within ourselves, potential to be something amazing (hence why the two most benefic planets in astrology, jupiter and venus, LOVE pisces). once we have set ourselves free and found our potential we can achieve great things (which makes sense because what comes after pisces? ARIES. aries is ruled by mars and he’s going to achieve EVERYTHING).

✤ but i want to make this distinction between pisces -> aries vs. scorpio -> sagittarius. both of these water signs lead to jupiter ruled signs so it often implicates some sort of healing is done once we have transitioned from one sign to the next. pisces to aries speaks of redemption as we talked about previously. but transitioning from scorpio to sagittarius represents freedom. although this may seem like a similar concept to redemption we need to clarify that pisces and aries are much more internal and self-related signs than scorpio and sagittarius. pisces deals with our own sources of creativity, inspiration, and how we find healing within ourselves (jupiter represents healing). everyone finds redemption in their own unique way right? and although pisces is a personal sign it is also the sign that teaches us how to open our hearts to the world again. through opening our hearts, we offer our own wisdom/ideals to others through the JOURNEYS (jupiter = journeys) we have been through in our PERSONAL way because think about it, pisces is the last zodiac right? each zodiac represents a story or facet of life. it is unrealistic that we as a society have experienced the exact same facets of aries-aquarius. it is in pisces where we sum up all of the previous energies/facets of the previous zodiacs (both positive and negative energies) and through experiencing different facets of each zodiac, it is in pisces where we find a different life/way/mindset from having experienced these facets in order to create a new start for ourselves (and for the rest of society too, jupiter likes to collectivize). pisces makes us reflect (water sign y'all) where we need to begin anew again. then aries is where we actually plant this seed and begin to grow into these new ideals, traits, mindsets, etc... going from scorpio to sagittarius represents freedom because scorpio unburies what was "dead" then sagittarius explores this new "world" that scorpio has opened up and begins to gain more knowledge, experience, and greater connection to other places beyond the home.

✤ venus in the 7th house, no matter what sign it's in, i think is a karmic placement. @hot-astrology made a post about how venus represents mirrors (go check out the post very insightful) and i couldn’t agree more. the 7th house represents ALL encounters + relationships (positive or negative) in our lives. when venus is in this house as previously mentioned, it can act like a mirror in our relationships. the relationships we have (or don't have) with others can guide the native into the best version of themselves by noticing and observing what qualities are mirrored back to the native, making the native think "do i want to maintain these qualities? do i want to change or stay the same?". because of this, i've noticed people with this placement are also very reflective and observant of their surroundings. people always mention how charming or persuasive these natives can be but sometimes they fail to mention how certain natives with this placement (very dependent on house, sign, aspects, ruler of venus/7th house, etc...) are acting in this manner because they seek to find different facets of themselves through their encounters with others. this can lean into poor self-esteem, lack of boundaries, or an extreme need for external validation if not monitored carefully, but if these negatives are kept in place, this can be quite an adventurous and even fairytale-like placement.

hope you enjoyed!

[love-toxin]

hyrule spice <3 (rauru, byrne, tauro, link)

(general cws: graphic smut, fem/afab pronouns, breeding, knotting, hylian/zonai relations, pet names/name calling, dirty talk, degradation, squirting, fingering, overstim, bondage, unprotected sex, rough sex)

rauru of hyrule

Rauru never falters, never hesitates. He wants you and you're his. There's no fighting it--there simply can't be any doubt that you have his love.

But as the king of Hyrule, he has a duty to fulfill. Marriage, family, continuance of the royal bloodline...you understand, don't you? Even as a Hylian, you must. As a man and a Zonai, he has needs.

One of those needs, especially when faced with a pretty Hylian like yourself, is to breed.

"Ah, ah, ah--ahnnnngh-!" Is it you now, is it him? Who even cares at this point, you're basically the same being by now; bodies intertwined and moving in unison, every shuffle dictated by Rauru's massive Zonaite body towering over yours. Both his furry, clawed hands rest over yours, palms dwarfing your tiny Hylian fingers as he plants his body firmly into every thrust. The thin, fuzzy layer of hair that protects his cock is now coated in your arousal, sticky and slick from the pounding you've taken so all that rings in your ears is a hefty plap plap plap from behind as you take his thrusts.

Rauru once apologized to you, when you met, about his "off-putting" appearance. His ears, his claws, his snout that makes it difficult to kiss, his fur and his tail...he doesn't apologize for it anymore. He knows now that he doesn't have to, not when he gives you treatment like this.

"Forward," He snarls into your ear, gone mad with the weight of his lust and the frenzy of his mid-month heat. His teeth could rip the flesh from your bones, yet even in this state he uses them only to pierce the sweetest of claiming bites into your throat and down your spine. "Bend...until you break."

He can't be satiated by thought alone. Nor even the touch of his own hands, or a concubine if he owned one. It can only be you. Only your soft, squishy flesh rubbing up against his fur, your hands pinned beneath his claws, and your womb pierced on the tip of his thick, knot-heavy cock that's just begging to lock itself within your cunt and never let go.

Those claws dig painfully into your back, yet it doesn't dissuade you, and he loves that. He loves that at the end of the day, you'll submit to your king as he forces you to the sheets and pins your hips under his, his knot swelling and swelling until he finally breaches that soft place and all becomes right with the world. Through the pain you still adore him, and through the pleasure even more so.

Now, it's just a matter of soothing your bruised, marked-up body with his voice and his doting touch, with kisses and whispers of love and promises of all the gorgeous gifts he's going to present to you, as a token of gratitude for allowing the first of the Zonai to mate with the first Hylian--and person--he's ever truly loved.

byrne the dueling spirit

One hundred years. One hundred years of hard labour, training, and agony. Loneliness and isolation and anger, fury building itself up and up and up until it boils, begging to be let out on anyone close enough to make a decent punching bag.

Byrne doesn't know love. Never has, never feels like he ever will--he only knows pain and weakness, the desire to grow stronger clawing at him like a ravenous dog. Maybe that's why he finally lets loose on you. You were within reach. Never said no, never gave him anything but a smile.

And you're regretting it now, he bets. Because you have a muscled, weighty beast of a man on top of you, and you can feel the way he's learning this kind of touch for the first time as well as you can see clouds in the sky.

Or could, if you didn't have your face forced into your pillow, back arched so deeply the sweat pools like a puddle in the dip of your back. And it shakes and spills with the creaking of your bedframe, your down mattress squealing for mercy as Byrne forces you down and bullies your pussy into submission.

"Shut up." He groans, as if his bandana hasn't been balled up and stuffed into your mouth to quiet your incessant noises. If he didn't like you, he wouldn't say anything. But he can't help but tease you...can't help but make you wish you'd never invited him back to your house in the first place. "....Useless bitch." He grumbles, the smirk on his face going unnoticed as your lust-numbed brain leaks out your ears. Your pussy's cute, but it won't let him go--and even when he tries, your body just sucks him back in like you can't go a minute without being fucked.

But it just gives him the chance to put that metal arm to good use. It isn't rubbing or pinching he uses to his advantage, but a cold, hard, wet slap against your clit that finally shocks you enough to let him go--just barely enough to slide out before you clench down on the tip, though, and your muscles won't loosen as if you've been made to have a vice grip most inconveniently. He's gotta go. "Can't stick around fucking you all day. Let go."

Pop. With a deep, clingy squelch, he's finally pulled free from your soaking wet, tight as hell abyss, contrary to your whines and squirmy wiggling that beg him sweetly for more. To stay.

You're pretty and all. He likes you, and he doesn't like anyone. But he can't stay....and you can't get too attached to him, or else you're just gonna end up heartbroken.

But, maybe...maybe he can spare you a little dignity and make you finish. He thinks as he slides his cockhead through your folds again, unaware of just how hard he's falling in love as he sinks back in.

tauro the scholar

Your scholar is a nightmare because he won't let anything just lie. He needs answers. Evidence. Scientific proof. He needs logic and deciphered clues to figure out life's greatest mysteries.

Hence why he's doing today's case study on your soft, cute, and sensitive little pussy.

"Subject-responds-to-stimuli-even-under-duress," He speaks softly as his free hand scribbles out his notes on the pad between his feet, his fingers on the other hand buried deep within your twitching, stretched pussy lips. The 'stimuli' being him, and 'duress'....well, emotional duress counts. Especially when you've orgasmed 8 times today. "I believe in you, baby." Tauro replies cheerfully to your fucked-out groans, a smile permanently etched on his lips as he curls his fingers deep into your cervix. "I can make you ejaculate today! We're almost there!"

Somehow the sterile language he likes to use--which would normally be a bit of a mood killer in bed--just doesn't faze you anymore with Tauro. He's a bit of a kook, a cute airhead with the kind of knowledge the Sheikah themselves would kill for. A sweet, silly man who likes to tease.

A man who isn't intimidated by the pulses of your pussy nor the jerk of your hips as the pressure pushes down on your bladder, who positions his face right up close between your legs despite you gasping out that you feel like you're gonna pee. Embarrassment is nothing to him.

"That's what it's supposed to feel like."

He growls with an eager grin, fucking your cunt even faster with those thick fingers that's toe-curling but not yet cusping on painful. The bristly hairs on his freshly-shaved chin rub your soaked skin as he leans in, laving his huge, hot tongue over your tortured clit that's been messed with like a hot button all day today.

It's only when your shaking hips and arched back come to a standstill that he's finally satisfied--drenched in your juices, his face glistening as he talks you through and urges you to "let it all out baby, give everything to me" until you're squirting just like he told you he'd make you do for him.

Rarely have you seen such satisfaction on his face upon finding the answer he was looking for. Each tremor comes as he eases more out of you, every gasp and spurt of fluid getting him more excited about the results. You drench him from head to lap and he couldn't be more ecstatic, licking every bit he can get off his fingers and his palm as he looks up at you through hooded eyes.

"Now..." He pants, hair slicked down and tongue lolling out of his mouth as he laps up the droplets sticking to your folds as you tremble. "...Let's see if you can do that again, hm?"

link the hero

Link needs very few, simple things in life to coexist with reality. Those are primarily food, warmth, sunshine...and sex.

Poor hero. All he needs is an orgasm or two to get him back into the fight when he's exhausted from his toils. That's not so much to ask for, right?

That's where you come in. Such a pretty thing--and such a nice girl to help him out when he's in need. Link can show up on your doorstep night or day, rain or shine, healthy or half-dead, and to see you let him in and give him a place to put his feet up makes him feel like he's in love.

And whatever ails him is sure to clear up with a dose of your sweet, slick pussy that he swears was moulded just for him.

"Ha...ha...hah, ah-!" Link huffs out as he comes to a close again, hips bucking violently from below as he lets those animal instincts run wild with you. He can't be stopped, hence why you have to use those handy Lynel-silver shackles to cuff him to your bed, all so he won't break free in the heat of the moment and start fucking you rabidly on the floor of your cottage. Not like that's ever happened before, and he accidentally traumatized your milkman when he came knocking on the door....

"D-Don't strain, Link..." You gasp, his cum flooding down your thighs from hours upon hours of rabid coming-home-from-battle sex. "You'll hurt yourself."

Link doesn't talk much as it is, but the wobbly grin and the rolling back of his eyes in his head serves well enough to say what he thinks about that sentiment. Don't care. Need to blow my load. That's what's written all over his expression, and you can't say you're much surprised...or disappointed.

"Fine," You sigh, swirling your hips in deep circles to slow his thrusts--and to remind him of how much he's at your mercy now, no matter how strong of a warrior he is out on the field of battle. Your chuckle causes his back to arch up off the bed, his wrists pulling hard at the cuffs while his heart nearly beats out of his chest. "Then be a good boy and cum already. I've got a mess to clean up."

Link growls, that feral growl that only comes out when he's really, desperately in need of release. He starts thrusting more violently, his hips barely meeting the mattress anymore as he chases that pleasure against your womb--against that blasted little wall that feels like heaven but constantly stops him from shooting ropes right into the source of that ecstasy he loves. Maybe one day.

For now, it only stops once you've had your cervix appropriately bruised, and he's made you slump over him in a panting, gasping mess as his seed flows out of you and into his sweaty lap. Maybe he doesn't need Hyrule, Hylia's blessing, or the Master Sword, or anything anymore.

Maybe all he needs in this world is you.

[little-diable]

Psychotic - Feyd-Rautha (smut)

So … uhm. I don’t know what this drabble is, honestly. It just happened? Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Pwp, Feyd married a woman who may be his perfect match, or his worst nightmare

Warnings: 18+, unprotected piv, breeding, blood play, knife play, mentions killing

Pairing: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!reader (800 words)

Blood dripped from her lips, eyes set on his. Excitement flushed through her veins, unable to bite down the grin widening on her now red drenched lips. Her tongue ran along the blade, while her steps carried her further towards the tall man, an animal amongst men, a monster amongst gods.

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was a ruthless one, a blood-hungry one, destined to be a cruel ruler. He had never shrunken away from a challenge, living off the highs fighting others pushed through him - all until he met her.

(Y/n) was a beautiful one, a smart one, destined to be his wife. She had heard the whispers about him, had heard the fears being spread amongst those that didn’t even dare to think of him. A psychotic one. Her perfect match.

“Undress me.” The command left her as she brought her hand back to her side, still clinging to the blade after killing one of his guards. She had been quick, too quick for Feyd to realise what she was doing. No warning had been spoken, nothing but her gleeful laughter had rang in his ears, and for the first time, Feyd had felt as if he was on the receiving end, picking up on the whispers others had spoken about him.

Slowly his hands began to move, tugging on the knot that held her dress together, pressed to her chest. The fabric fell from her frame, allowing his eyes to wander down her naked skin, the body he wanted to mark, the body he wanted to claim as if he was fulfilling his prophecy.

“Your tongue, na-Baron.” For a second, (y/n) watched him hesitate, dark eyes searching hers as he slowly parted his lips. She held eye contact, even while bringing her blade to his mouth, cutting a line along his tongue to let some blood gush out of the wound.

Feyd stood still as she exposed her own tongue to his eyes, cutting the same line along her strong muscle. He had no time to react, and could only hold onto her while she kissed him. Their lips moved in sync, tasting one another’s blood. Without parting he pushed her against the wall, caging her to him.

Cold fingers worked on her body, spreading her open for his cock, preparing her for what would happen in a handful of moments. Both were heavily panting as she broke the kiss, staring into the eyes that told a tale of death, of fights, of fears so strong. Feyd kissed her again as he circled her pulsing bundle, spreading her arousal as her hands freed his hardening cock, giving it a few harsh tugs.

“You’re mine, na-Baroness.” His murmurs left her chuckling, fingernails clawed into his naked shoulders as he forced himself into her cunt. There was nothing but lust spurring them on, forcing them to give in as Feyd fucked her against the wall.

“It won’t take long for you to realise that you’re the caged one now.” (Y/n)’s whispers momentarily left him frozen, dark eyes staring down at her to figure out the game she was playing. There was no teasing about her words, she spoke the truth, a truth Feyd wasn’t prepared to hear.

His ferocious thrusts left both moaning, blood covered lips searching for one another like magnets. Lovers beneath a black sun, a married couple beneath the eyes of curious ones, companions in times of struggles, a pet and his master, while the pet still fought against his destiny.

“You’ll carry my heir, you’ll carry my son. You can’t run from me,” his warnings left (y/n) giggling, head rolling back against the wall to watch him. Both were close, bodies begging to give in, to chase the high that would leave them breathless. She let one hand wander from his shoulder to his cheek, cupping it to let her thumb run along the blood stained lips she had kissed seconds ago.

“I may carry your heir, Feyd-Rautha,” they came in unison, choking on gasps as he imprinted himself on her walls. Feyd’s grip was sure to left bruises on her skin, but he didn’t let go, he kept her pressed to him even as their bodies began to relax.

“But never forget, na-Baron, you just married your worst nightmare.”

[locuas642]

Elden Ring, my reading on Marika

Having finished the DLC, I am thinking of this scene. The scene from Ranni's ending, where she replaces Marika as a Goddess and Marika vanishes, finally passing away.

And one of the biggest twists in the game, alongside one of the major unsolved mysteries in the story is the reveal that Marika herself shattered the Elden Ring for some purpose, with the most sympathetic reading being that this was the only way she had to escape from the control of The Greater Will and recover her freedom.

The DLC expands on Marika, giving us an origin for her.

That is, of the horrors her people suffered at the hands of the Hornsent, the same people she would command Messmer to wage War upon them and commit what seems to have been a brutal genocide.

Now, my personal reading is that, after what happened to her people, Marika did a metaphorical deal with the devil. Either The Elden Beast or Metyr arrived to The Lands Between near Marika's village, and she accepted to be a Goddess and a servant of The Greater Will in exchange for her vengeance. and to be perfectly fair to Marika, this was the closest to Justice her people would ever get.

Now, Count Ymir suggests Marika was influenced by flawed advice from Metyr, the Mother of Two-Fingers, who lost contact with The Greater Will. But he also believes the moons are just the closest celestial object to our planet, so he is full of Shit. Because that doesn't yet explain The Elden Beast.

In any case, Marika made that deal and became a Goddess and she got her vengeance. And she fulfilled her duty as accorded, Conquering and expanding and forcing everyone to bow to The Greater Will. Who knows what she felt during this time. If she lusted for power as her empire grew, or if she was horrified and felt trapped by learning what becoming a goddess meant.

Because everything about Marika is always specifically filtered through someone else. Even the closest we get, her very words spoken by her, are filtered through Melina.

The second closest we get is Marika's village, where we see the things she left behind, Specific actions she and she alone did for nobody else but the memory of her village. and I say this because This:

is the closest we ever, ever get to meeting Marika. a broken face of someone who has long stopped being human, he don't see her eyes, we don't hear her voice. Yet you know what I see here?

Marika's Tired. So, so, so, so... Tired.

Was that it? that at the very end, Marika simply grew tired? was she, in her last moments, thinking back and remembering The Grandmother by the tree, and wishing she could be there for one final slumber?

And so maybe, regardless of what The Age of Stars means, on whether it is the "good ending" or not, this is the ending Marika wanted. For someone, any of her children, to hopefully succeed her and let her rest at last.

And what we see is that in the last moments of the Shaman whose entire home village was cruelly massacred (and who delivered blood upon blood onto those responsible and unto the innocent, and whose entire life was now defined to the service of some greater power), she is being cuddled in the arms of her step-daughter (of whom she may be Ranni's biological father), a moment of peace and warm before the end of a long road.

Maybe one of the things the DLC was meant to show us wasn't why Marika did what she did. It was to show us that it was time for Marika to go back home at last

[m4rried2the-moon]

⁽ 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤 ⁾ 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

what is it about you that draws people in? what kind of people do you attract?

please only take what resonates, don’t second guess that gut feeling and remember this is mainly for entertainment purposes!

pile 1 - ace of wands, seven of cups, five of swords, three of pentacles. you attract: two of wands, ace of cups, page of wands.

what it is about you, pile one, that attracts people the most is your ability to go for what you want, and the way you inspire others to do the same. you’re someone who can take a hit and keep on going—you don’t hold grudges very long and your forgiving and collaborative spirit make others want to hang out with you. others feel like they talk to you without the fear of judgement. you are a deep thinker, i feel like people look up to you for guidance and to give them the real advice they need (hardly ever sugarcoated). you’re a positive, dynamic individual who’s assured in most everything you do. also, seeing that you may very well be someone who’s very easy to get a long with (even if intimidating at first from your sheer emperor/king of wands energy).

the people you attract are often in the same boat, you may meet a lot of people who are equally as sensitive and intuitive as you may be. most of your associates/friends may have the same attitude, equally as imaginative, creative and go-getting as you. your relationships and interaction can give others a sense of belonging and mental/emotional clarity. those who can’t handle the heat definitely head straight out of your kitchen and those who can cook enthusiastically with you.

pile 2 -four of wands, the fool, page of wands, two of wands. you attract: ace of swords, ace of wands, two of pentacles and five of cups.

what it is about you, pile two, is that you make people feel like they’ve found the right person (in any case). you carry the energy of excitement and novelty wherever you go. people look at you and think ‘what’s their secret?’ when you’re having fun all by yourself or even out with others. i feel like you’re a fighter in the sense you aren’t afraid to go to bat for those you care about, and your values. you’re the first to speak up and last to leave the party because you’re being kept by everyone. you have a clear sense of direction and a unending lust for life.

the people you attract may not know what they want often times, but you do a good job at inspiring them. they may find you with the intention of your enthusiasm sparking something new in them. you give them inspiration to flesh out themselves by watching how fulfilled you are and thinking ‘how can i live to the fullest like them?’ you pull them away from their regrets and guilt of the past and some people may even idolize you (possibly an unhealthy amount). you can make them feel like your their only friend or they are the only person in the world (your passion and sensitivity to people).

pile 3 - queen of wands, page of swords, ace of wands, ace of cups. you attract: ace of swords, four of wands, six of swords, two of cups.

what it is about you, pile three, is that you are intelligent, put together and a leader in the eyes of many. your leadership and ability to solve problems inspires others to trust you and keep an eye on what you’ll do next. others may even see you as a know-it-all but that also can be attractive to them. you go for what you believe is the best for you and advise others to follow the same. the way you speak to people inspires them in your passion and your ability to guide others is natural. people like you because you pull no punches about your intentions, and better yet just end up going for what it is you want and accomplishing things as soon as you get the whim. you’re dedicated, and others love that about you.

those you attract are often equally as truthful and intelligent as you, they find your presence to be a time of celebration and joy. you give the people around you a sense that everything will be okay, whatever they were dealing with before feels very small and insignificant with you. whether that be trauma or just a bad day, when you interact with those who respect/admire you (or even strangers), you can give them this great sense of relief from a harder time—you help people relax.

thanks for reading! hope you got what you needed ♡ don’t forget to like/reblog

[olderthannetfic]

90s fandoms don't always age well. Especially when the fans can't let go of their outdated 90s-era prejudices.

:/

I'm writing a fic centering around a classic juggernaut het ship, which I'll call "Joray" or J/R for the sake of anonymity. I usually just post my stuff to AO3, but this particular ship has its very own well-established ship-exclusive fandom archive, so I decided to submit my story there in addition to posting it to AO3.

My story was rejected from the archive on the grounds that it wasn't Joray centric enough, because it contained an explicit sex scene between R and a male character I'll call W.

But the whole purpose of that sex scene is to move the J/R romantic arc forward.

In the scene, R uses W to play out a fantasy in which he imagines he's having sex with J. W is someone who reminds R of the romantic idealist he used to be before his life went wrong, so there's something masturbatory about R using W to fulfill this fantasy. R actually steals a pair of J's dirty panties and makes W wear them, so W will smell like J, and picks a sexual position where he doesn't have to look at W's face. W is happy to go along with the roleplay scenario because he actually gets off on the idea of R and J together.

Yes, it's an R/W sex scene, but the whole scene revolves around R's desire for J.

When the encounter is over, W tells R that it's clear R is in love with J. Those words hit harder coming from someone who reminds R so much of his younger, more idealistic self. It's like his own conscience is speaking to him.

At the beginning of the sexual encounter, R thinks all he feels for J is casual lust. By the end of the encounter, R can no longer remain in denial, and is forced to acknowledge that his feelings for J are much stronger than he realized.

My story isn't J/R centric enough?

Did they even read it?

The scene the archive mods are claiming disqualifies my story from being on a Joray archive is the key emotional turning point in my J/R storyline. The entire J/R romance arc that follows is predicated on the emotional awakening that takes place during this sex scene.

The rejection e-mail was super condescending, too.

The mod kept typing the ship portmanteau in ALL CAPS, like I was too stupid to understand that the archive was exclusively for stories centering around JORAY JORAY JORAY.

"This rejection isn't a criticism of your writing quality. It is simply that your story contains content that doesn't belong in a JORAY story."

I think these mods are just straight up homophobic.

They saw that there were two dicks in the bed and decided it wasn't even worth trying understand what was actually happening in the scene, or why it was included in the story.

--

[hispg]

Between royalty and vows

Pairings: Prince! Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: A forced marriage, a fate set in stone, nothing could change that.

In the world of royalty, there were no choices, only obligations to fulfill. What you didn't expect was to become engaged to a renowned prince, ready to succeed the lineage.

Until that moment, you still had some hope that everything would work out, maybe it wasn't so bad. But it would be a shame if your future husband had a mistress.

Wouldn't it?

Wc:2.4k

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt/ comfort, cheating, arranged marriage, eventual smut, one sided love, affairs, (I'll put more once things starts to progress).

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

An: So, initially I was going to post the other fanfic I did with Fuckboy! Leon, but I thought it was bad and decided not to post it for now. But I still have plans for it.

I intend to do several chapters on this fic(I'm sucker for royalty AU), I don't know exactly how many but I plan to do more than 10 or 15, since I have a lot of stuff I want to put in. Most of them are not comforting.

This is a thank you to the 200 followers, which by the way is almost 300 by now. I'd like to genuinely thank each and every one of you<3 And I hope you enjoy this story, because I'm genuinely excited about it.

Prologue

Royalty wasn't for everyone, that much was obvious to those who already lived in this reality. A world of appearances where everything was perfect, people, everyday life, relationships. But that was a facade, the reality took place between closed doors.

It was never clean, the backstabbing behind the king's back, the betrayals, the lust that hid behind the elaborate and sophisticated costumes. But in the end, what mattered was how beautiful that royal family was to its subjects, honor being a crucial element to maintain.

Faced with all this, the Italian prince, Leon, was well aware of the dynasty's sacrifices. He was already aware of his duty, and knew that at some point his life would take a completely different turn from what he had expected. As the only heir, he knew that it wouldn't be long before his father wanted him to marry, after all, he had to carry on the line. The honor of the kingdom had to continue, and he was the only one who could.

Although he already knew that the burden of succession would come to him one day, he just didn't expect it to be so soon.

Leon was a man known for his accomplishments, despite his young age he was a brave man, as well as the incomparable beauty he contained. Sharp features, a piercing blue gaze, a prince who wasn't afraid to speak his mind. He had a unique authenticity.

Yet he still couldn't fit in with his surroundings. His eyes staring at the chandelier, seeing how decorated everything in the castle was. Seeing the expensive clothes of each of the invited guests, the glittering dresses of the ladies who were there. He watched the people walking around the hall, seeing how comfortable they were in that situation.

But not him.

The evening was planned to be perfect, days and weeks of planning went into making this great event happen. All the most important royals were present at the castle, from the most prestigious dukes and duchesses to other kings and queens.

Today was the day that the Italian prince, Leon, would be presented to his future wife. He was the rightful heir, the next to rule his own kingdom. That's why the ballroom was perfect, every last detail thought of and worked on to create the perfect occasion.

To show off the future rulers of the country. The next ones who would take care of that kingdom and prosper it. It was a more than necessary moment to demonstrate the future couple.

Despite all the sophistication and dedication that the queen put into the celebration, Leon didn't seem to be at all excited or happy about the situation. He was sitting in one of the royal chairs, taking small sips of the most expensive wine, his expression sullen and bitter.

He didn't ask for any of this.

The day when the fates of two royals would cross, intertwine and become one. A marriage that would unite them, a commitment that once made could not be broken.

If he was being honest, he didn't even want to be a prince. This royal life didn't suit him, all these comforts and perks that didn't seem to fit in with anything he liked. A forced life, just because he was born into this family.

From where he was sitting, he could see you coming. The beautiful British princess, dressed in the most expensive of dresses, hair tied up in a bun. The ornaments that shone on you, as well as the enchanting smile that could melt even the hardest heart. At that point, all eyes were on you, curious and expectant. Everyone there was close to the soon-to-be queen.

Admiring your features, he couldn't deny that you were beautiful. Your sweet features, your face that exuded the purest grace and youth. Your way of walking that seemed to make you flutter with every step.

Still, you weren't her. You weren't the woman he loved. The only one capable of bringing a genuine smile to the skeptical man he was.

You weren't Ashley Graham, the princess he had fallen madly in love with. The one with whom he had sworn several vows of love, the one with whom he had promised to spend the rest of his life.

And there he was, preparing to marry another woman. One he didn't even know, or have any proximity to, and even worse, to marry a woman he didn't love. No matter how much he protested this to his father, nothing he said was listened to.

'You're going to marry her, whether you like it or not.' Words that still echoed in his head, and seeing how close this marriage was, he felt the weight of the situation on his back.

Yes, he had always known that this moment would come. His duty as a prince, to follow what was prescribed. What fate was supposed to have in store for him, even if he didn't believe in it.

But all his thoughts vanish once he hears a sweet voice calling him:

"Your Highness." The tender feminine voice coming from your lips, along with the elegant curtsy you made.

He blinked a few times, holding back a sigh out of politeness. Like the gentleman he was, he rose from his seat, returning the bow to you.

"Good to see you here, Your Highness." He says courteously, even if it's a lie. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was keep up appearances.

It was hard not to notice the prince's beauty, his handsome and charming face, his eyes the lightest shade of blue you'd ever seen. His blond hair was just as captivating. No wonder he was one of the most desired.

You felt lucky to be the woman who would marry him, even though you knew that the prince already had someone else in his heart. Rumors spread fast, especially when it came to a family as important as his. But magically things remained under wraps, even though the suspicions of this secret relationship were well-founded.

You always knew that like most marriages, you wouldn't marry someone you were in love with. But you still had a glimmer of hope that you could make him like you, at least a little bit. You hated to think that maybe your marriage was a ruin like all the others.

Love and royalty didn't go together, yet you wanted to try and make it something unique.

"Would you like a dance?" Leon asks, snapping you out of your deep trance of thoughts.

You nodded with a polite smile, holding his warm hand as he led you into the middle of the hall. The classical music that echoed through the space, as other people danced and celebrated, gave the place a joyful atmosphere.

As soon as you were in the middle of the ballroom, all eyes were on you. With a gentle kiss on your gloved hand, he bowed and began to dance with you.

One hand on your back, the other intertwined with yours, your bodies very close, your faces almost touching.

His feet moved in sync with yours, both of you moving gracefully. Whirling around the ballroom. The two of you waltzing all over the place, keeping smiles and gentle glances for each other. Acting as if you were a couple in love, making silent vows. His eyes not leaving yours for a minute, his hand briefly squeezing yours, the moment seemed magical. In a way you never imagined it could be.

His cologne filling your nostrils, the heat emanating from his body. Everything about him seemed to draw your attention, as if it were a temptation.

You could feel your heart beating fast, the butterflies in your stomach that showed your clear nervousness. But still you didn't stumble once, your grace and elegance being whispered about among the guests.

His eyes staring into yours, a slight smile at the corner of his lips. This dance was a demonstration of the cooperation between the two countries, the union that was about to take place. A reason to be honored.

Despite the delicacy of the moment, the fluidity with which you danced, the mesmerizing sophistication of your movements. The way your dress dragged across the floor and danced with you. The passionate look you insisted on seeing in him.

You knew it was a lie. A damn lie.

It was confirmed once you saw his eyes light up, the outline of a sincere smile forming on his lips. At first you thought it was directed at you, but that feeling was crushed when you decided to take a look back.

There she was, the breathtaking Highness Graham, the blonde who had captured Leon's heart. The girl who wore a delicate white dress, with sophisticated and expensive accessories, enhancing her beauty. She stood among the others, just admiring him with a beautiful smile.

She knew she had his heart in the palm of her hand, so she couldn't feel the slightest bit jealous of you. He belonged to her.

You felt it in the way he admired her, in the way he looked at her in a way you couldn't even dream of. He was hopelessly in love, to the point where he even forgot you were standing in front of him. His body just moved on automatic, as if his focus was only on Ashley, only on her.

Although you wanted to pull back a little, you couldn't. The waltz wasn't over yet, it was a tradition, and you had to go until the music stopped. You couldn't help but feel a pang in your heart, the feeling that you had already lost a battle that hadn't even begun.

Nobody said you could have his heart.

As he twirls with you, he seems to focus his attention on you once again. Just for a brief moment, he was smart, he knew he couldn't give too much leeway for other rumors to spread around.

It was imaginable that the marriage would be a failure, since both kingdoms only saw it as an opportunity to increase business. However, you didn't expect to get this response so quickly.

Destined for an unreachable man, who was so close and yet so far away. How cruel could fate be?

And so you continued, keeping up the play of a couple in love, dancing and waltzing around the room. His gaze shifting between you and her, just as his expression changed with every glance. For one he gave a polite smile, for the other he gave a genuine one.

And you already knew who was who in the story.

After what seemed like an eternity, the waltz was over. You are presented with a round of applause, whistles and sincere words of approval for your union.

This while you waved and smiled, then bowed to each other, a sign of respect from both sides. As well as showing your gratitude to each other for the opportunity to dance. Etiquette and tradition, which you were following to the letter.

As soon as the applause stopped, Leon held out his arm for you to take, so that he could guide you to the place where the king would give a speech about the future marriage.

Consequently, you and Leon would officially become engaged. There were many looks on both of your faces, so many that you couldn't even count.

One in particular caught your eye, the same woman who had captured Leon's attention earlier, Ashley Graham.

The subtle smile, which was soon reciprocated by Leon, although discreet, you were able to perceive this small exchange between them. You couldn't deny the lump that was forming in your throat as you tried to let the situation sink into your head, that you would at least understand how it would go on.

As you walked through the great hall, stepping on the expensive marble, making your way to where the king would make his pronouncement. Walking through the crowd of distinguished guests who were there.

You noticed him looking at you from the corner of his eye, as if he were analyzing you from head to toe. It wasn't as if he was judging you or anything, it seemed more like the look of someone who wanted to look at his future wife, as if he was thinking about how things would be from now on.

Which you didn't even know what it would be like, either.

It wasn't long before you arrived at the King's chambers, a polished and expensive place, you could feel the sophistication of his throne just by looking at it. The place was perfectly tidy, the carpet had no fuss at all, perfectly done. Every butler and waiter duly took their places, bowing as you walked.

It seemed that the king had already started his speech, but he hadn't gotten to the important part yet. First, he had to give a statement to those attending the event, nothing more than a courtesy to them for being there, as well as reinforcing his duty to his kingdom, and to each of his subjects.

A while later, the king stood up, raised a glass of wine and said loud and clear:

"Tonight is a special night," then his gaze falls on the two of you, and he smiles broadly, "My heir, my only son is going to marry."

Despite the obvious, a round of applause echoed around the room, whistles and compliments. Which caused you and Leon to smile at each other, acting as if the happiness was genuine, as if you weren't two unacquainted people about to get married.

As soon as Leon's father saw the general reaction, he raised his glass and said, "Cheers."

Enough for another wave of loud sounds and murmurs from people. They seemed to be very happy about the future of the kingdom.

Leon then gave you a hug around the waist, swirling you in the air. Even his smile changed, and you believed even for a second that it was real.

"We'll be happy," Leon murmurs, loud enough for the people around you to hear and giggle at the new couple.

"Yes, of course." You say with a sweetness in your voice, buying his conversation. Deep down you wanted it to be real, but you knew the shadow that stood between the two of you.

It was a lie, a facade, and maybe it would never be real.