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/he performed the same number or maybe even less covers when he did fetsivals/ shows pre- walls era/ I hadn't even thought to check this so I just did and you're right. 1-2 1D songs at those shows, and he has a wholeass album "written to be performed" now. It's absolutely inexplicable. I'm starting to think the fan support has stunted him because he doesn't know how to perform for non-fans.
Whatever he releases next will probably be good, but wasting a festival season when he gets no exposure elsewhere is depressing af.
To be fair, he's always been nervous to perform in front of crowds. Especially unfamiliar ones and aotv made me see how serious that anxiety was. Before, i could see his nervousness, his anxiety but i never thought it run so deep that he could not even enjoy his performance (until the Scala show â€ïžâđ©č). But I think he was under so much oppression as an artist by his record label aka Sony, that he was just so eager and determined to release his solo work (when he was asked how he feels about walls' release, he always answered with "relief"). He performed so many unreleased walls songs for the first time in ccme. I can't help but bitterly think the man that chose this setlist would've been content to just sing 12 one dead covers and call it a day. Maybe surrounding himself with such a useless team (and therefore yes men) dimmed that fire a little. Maybe it' not even a confidence issue, maybe he simply believe that it's the smart thing to do. In any case, it really is so depressing that 5 years and two brillant albums later, here we fucking are: four covers on the setlist for his festival runs, ot5s and larries celebrating and solo fans (the only ones that give a fuck about his career) beeing attacked and called out for wanting him to sing his beautiful songs instead.
#we are TIRED#i can fight larries and ot5s all day#but i can't fight louis#hope he sees the light soon
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He found out heâs not the highest rated anymoreâŠ.isnât taking it too well <<
#wallowing in that feeling of missing out or not being good enough for others standards (or even your own tbh) :))#no but actually I hope no one takes this post the wrong way#it was actually very therapeutic to draw this?#I know some people donât like seeing their comfort character in distress but for me itâs almost reassuring#knowing that even this silly guy has hard days. Makes them feel human and sympathetic?#like they understand hardships and still persist despite it all#I hope no one takes offense :( donât worry heâll be feeling better about it soon enough đ#but I also have no issues with this art being taken humorous#(because he do be ugly crying like a desperate teenager that got rejected)#reminds me of the âno your cringeâ meme someone else drew Mr. Puzzles too lol#so you can interpret this art as serious or silly I donât care either way honestly#My inspiration here is that after he was defeated he kinda spent a couple days upset about it#started to cut apart star shaped fairy lights in frustration and cut out paper to resemble stars he wished he could have#just kinda going berserk in outrage obsessing over star shaped objects to fill that void#hence why it looks like thereâs arts & crafts and Star glitter everywhere on the floor lol#but like I said you can make up your own story and narrative for it <3#hplonesome art#mr puzzles fanart#cw crying#tw crying#mr puzzles crying#crying mr puzzles#smg4 mr puzzles fanart
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Time to be self centered for a moment:
Me and the guys đ„čđ«¶
I still can't believe that I was able to meet Bojan, Nace and Jan last weekend (how is it already a week since Malmö OVO) :'D
They were so freaking humble and easy to talk to?!? đ„șđ„șđ„ș
Bojan and I 'are you'ed each other for at least half a minute xD The love is really stored in the Bojan - the way he just gives you his entire attention when you talk to him OVO Plus he remembered my HÀÀrijĂ€ cosplay from Helsinki, let me die happy now đđ„ș
Nace is such a lovely turtle dad proudly talking about his babies (I can relate to how much he talks with his hands) and his laugh is even more contagious in person đ„č Loved that we in Gothenburg ended up wondering over the question 'what is each JO members signature picture pose' together; Nace and I showing off the Jan pose for the last picture x'D
Speaking of Jan, the poor boy had lost his beanie in Gothenburg (not pictured) so he had a scarf on his head :'3 he too was very nice talking to and me and another dane managed to spread the 'please come to Denmark' propaganda đ
Jan and Nace both got little 2 min. pen doodles from me that I drew with frozen fingers and in a rush (didn't know how long they'd stay) and bless their heart for being genuinely happy to receive them :'D Nace did also get a second Malmö sticker just so I could see his reaction x'D (I'd sent Bojan off with gifts to all the boys during soundcheck and Nace confirmed he had gotten his and it was on his laptop I believe :'3 <33)
(Since I ran to Bojan I was too late to meet Kris in Malmö, and Jure stayed by the bus smoking which I respect)
#how am I alive :'D#impressed with myself not mentioning the are you tattoo saga once in this post btw x'D#also now I have a pretty good estimate how tall bojan is :3#since I am only slightly taller x'D#nace was such a dad when he both days tried to calm my anxious butt telling me he wouldn't have come out talking to us if he was uncomfy#I really hope he did not just say that to calm me but actually meant it :'D#he was not only dad however he also was very goofy and silly and I love that about him x'D#I think after meeting them I vibe most with Bojan and Nace#but that is probably not fair of me to say since I only saw Kris and Jure at a distance :'D#and I am biased towards bojan because bojere and because the bojan kept feeding me tiny little nuggets of love through the gigs and after#there's something quite satisfying to me that I am wearing a white version of the JO hat where everybody else is in black beanie or no hat#also that I wore kÀ when together with bojci#and light grey to nace's black#but yeah especially kÀ with bojan since I'd gladly be substitute jere for a minute x'D#me#micahs thoughts#micahs foolery#jo see you soon tour 2024#sys tour 2024#joker out spring tour 2024#malmö gig#gothenburg gig#göteborg gig#my gig
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#i have so many behaviours and fears and#no emotional regulation and issues and disorders and fearrrrr#and i do not know how to explain it so that ppl who dont relate can possibly understand it#but it is like i am trapped in a nightmare dimension where everything is always bad#my brain isnt even wired to see anything in a positive or hopeful light#which is how humans are wired typically to ensure survival lol#in swedish avpd is also called anxious personality disorder#which can clue in on the fact that if you know what a personality disorder is#(your brain hasnt developed normally but in a disordered way. often bc of trauma etc)#my brain is wired to be anxious abt wverything all the time#so i always naturally see everything in a negative and dark and bad and horrible light#which is fucking terrible. it makes life exhausting and like a constant fight#other ppl dont get that bc their brains arent wired to have this horrible outlook on EVERYTHING#so thid just gives me extreme trust issues and my brain always fights to make sense of things#bc it cannot do so in a rational manner#and basically i just feel so ashamed when i think of how like... overly emotional and fearful i am#as soon as anything happens im like wow this person literally wants to kill me bc humans are evil#which i know intellectually isnt tru bc if it was i'd be dead by now đ#ig i just feel so lucky that one person still is my friend after almost 2yrs now#despite my whateverthefuck moments when idek what im saying..#'working thru my emotions' in a way that doesnt make sense#esp when hes seen some of what i've written and im like NOOO i was spiraling when i said that i dont mean that i think most likely i dont#anyway.. feeling grateful đ i wish i was normal#or at least had th ability to have connections and relationships most ppl w mental illness are still capable of having#avpd is fucked upppp it is such a weird mental disability.... 0-o#bc of my fear i also struggle with relaxing into it bc im like no imma fuck it up soon or no hes gonna leave me soon bc i suck and dont#deserve having him in my life at all. i really wish my brain wasnt wired to be terrified like i hate my brain and myself like why cant#i just be normal!!!!!! âčïž i am thankful for every moment still.
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i need to say this once for all before i lose my mind because i'm so close in losing it anyway i know it is frustrating the way yunho being treated and how he have been ignored by kq i know it's not the first time that he was cast aside when promoting for a comeback i know at this rate we are not even asking for a solo activity we are at the point ( sadly as it is) just asking for him to go with the members too to shows and divided them fairly as well to promote i know we have been holding up and waiting and waiting and waiting for that solo schedule but so far there is nothing is out! i know it is saddening for an absolutely amazing talented to be hold up and not seeing the light i know all that and it is broke my heart but please , please don't ask him to leave the company not even if your Intentions is for him to have a better treatment this will only go to the wrong way it will only harm him more especially now!! i saw the twt and i just couldn't!! please i really hope this wont get to him i hope he do not see the twt not when he is injured right now!! lets all wait for a little bit i have high hope on that solo schedule!!
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a merry dynamy to all of you! may the new year contain many more dynamys
#i want to scream from the rooftops and let everybody know thereâs a new tiny little guy and iâm obsessed with him#bnha#bakugou katsuki#kinda sorta#my art#also kinda sorta#iâve seen people be like this is just like the meatballs without the body horror#and to be fair i am very averse to the meatballs so idk if this is just me but i feel like theyâre NO MATCH AT ALL for this little guy#he bounces around going fuck fuck fuck like a PokĂ©mon squeaky toy!!! his eyes light up at the crepe!!!!#itâs a tiny little baby w bkg theming!!!! he canât help how he sounds!!#horikoshi hit it so out of the park i canât stop thinking abt him heâs LITTLE!!!!#i really really really hope they do make some sort of merch#i mean i doubt it but a girl can dream#anyway happy holidays all!!#i really do hope theyâve been lovely!! and that the year to come is full of joy!!!#iâve kiiinda just barely been getting comfy drawing krbk again#so hopefully thereâs more art and boys to come from me too#but mostly i just hope you guys are having a nice season#i got to come home from japan and see my family!! i drew this in a dedicated krbk sketchbook Iâve been using since 2018!!#speaking of whichâŠ5 years of krbk soon!!!!#and those guys never get old! wow! man!
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Using this as an audio reference for the posts I'm making, but to summarize:
Yuri starts out mad.
Yuri tries to calm himself down with a deep breath to ask for details instead of going through it angry.
Flynn doesn't say "like a good knight" in the sense of putting himself down. He simply says "as a knight" (the tl here doesn't use that, but with that included it's basically along the lines of "even though I had doubts, as a knight, I was determined to follow my orders").
Once Yuri has answers he calms down significantly.
Yuri uses " 'ttaku", which is a shortened down version of "mattaku" (Yuri often shortens words and speaks very casually), which in this particular situation basically would mean "geez", or "good grief". In this manner, it's expressive of exasperation/frustration/etc.
Yuri never mentions that "Flynn told him what to do" like the dub does (because in fact Flynn did not ever tell Yuri what to do. He only gave Sodia and his other knights orders. He expressed his own desire to take responsibility, but never told Yuri and his friends what to do).
At this point you can tell the anger has gone out of him and that he's calmed down, now that Flynn is approaching this with admission and responsibility.
Sodia is asking that Flynn returns as soon as possible (I believe this was a general translation error).
Flynn's thank you to Yuri is tonally much more heartfelt.
Yuri's response and gratefulness at Flynn coming back to himself is tonally much more heartfelt, relieved and sincere.
#GTF Vesperia Clips#basically the dub version is littered with errors /and/ your regular resident angry dub Yuri#just to be clear on mattaku it can also mean ''completely'' ''totally'' ''seriously'' etc. it depends on the context#''yare yare'' is also used for ''geez'' and ''good grief'' but in a more sarcastic/casual way#''mattaku'' or in this case '' 'ttaku'' is more of a quiet expression of exasperation rather than smth you'd yell/shout when aggravated#it CAN sometimes be used like damn as a minor expletive but tbh I personally I wouldn't put it in this situation#bc his aggravation is lessening and they're getting to the point so I'd argue it's more just exhausted of the whole thing#but the dub took it a step further and used it as fuel against Flynn as they do mcfuckin' do#I'd say it's more ''damn it'' at the whole situation bc there's absolutely no reason at this point to say ''damn it Flynn''#esp bc that led into the dub having Yuri go at him accusing him of telling them what to do when he... literally did not#and did not even imply he was going to. it was just pulled from their asses and/bc Yuri never even said Flynn's name there#it's stuff like this where they add remove and change things always in stark opposite of Flynn's favor that riles me up :/#what I mean is that the dub changed Yuri's overall exasperation into smth accusatory when rly Yuri is like#stop trying to do this by yourself. it was never about oh woe is me how dare you tell us what to do#if he was directing a ''damn it'' at Flynn it STILL would not be bc ''he told them what to do''#it would STILL BE because Flynn was trying to take this responsibility fully onto himself#it's so irritating bc the dub will be spot on right on point with everything but then AS SOON as it's abt Flynn it's like#they start messing around with things and the tl is changed and yadda yadda until around late arc 2#it like lowkey comes across as enemy to ally instead of ally with a whole character arc#and the reason I legit feel like they did it on purpose is BECAUSE they can obviously tl correctly based on other areas of the game#but when Flynn is involved they tweak things if not just outright change the context (remember my Nordopolica post? yeahhhh)#how is that not on purpose? how is it that everything can be spot on for a chunk all at once#but then a certain char shows up and it's repeatedly inaccurate? repeatedly geared in a negative light that originally didn't even EXIST?#and then ofc they almost always use Yuri himself to reflect that negativity against Flynn which is a WHOLE other story/issue for me#it's like... say I wrote a neutral statement. someone comes along and tls with negative sounding additions. it's sort of like that#I'm not that good at explaining things/how I feel abt things but yeah I hope that makes sense#it's just like... I KNOW they can tl spot on so when I keep seeing them stick in all these things with/against Flynn it upsets me sm#it feels like they tl normally and then see Flynn and go oh hold on let's change that bc it's Flynn#and that's why it's so frustrating for me :/
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#I have not slept much and I am still very tired#but one of the cats decided he needs to do a very stinky poop and it was so bad that it woke me#well also the sprinting through the room (including over the bed in which I was sleeping) back and forth for about thirty minutes#but that wasn't too bad. the smell is much worse. have already cleaned the litter box and it is still smelly. đ€ą#had to light a candle so now they're seeing a candle for the first time đ
Freddie is fascinated#very adorable actually lol#I just hope. it will stop smelling soon. or I will have to come up with a reason to leave this room
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God I could and should write a whole fucking book by the end of this life here on Lev and his symbols
ill write it then burn it before anyone else gets a copy. or i wont. im supposed to be helping him this incarnation here to get a better anchor in this plane so maybe it would help more than itd be weird - im just getting from him the energy of "yeah no people already effectively have these things, people on my plane already know me inside and out to an extensive degree, may as well have it here too" you know. fair
#ramblings //#ugh god i love his tone saying that tho. i kept trying to prod to see if it was a ''ugh yeah people know me inside and out and Yes Its#Invasive But -'' but no#oh my god man. his like energy towards his people is..... BEFORE I SAY THIS#I HOPE YOU ALL KNOW IM ANTI PROPAGANDA. the biggest reason i dont work with Lu and others is bc theres this tendency to#be like ''we're darkness but also light! we're teachers we're enlightened we're pure in our own way and the kings are here to#teach you how to empower yourselves and they love all worshipers and they reject all tyrannical authority and they are the good guys#against the chrxstian god who (insert specific atrocity that actually was committed by the kings not the 'chrxstian god' - and#''demons'' should KNOW that because it was AN IMPORTANT PART OF THE WAR so either theyre LYING orrrrr) and we're actually#really down to earth and more holy than anyone else bc we're enlightened - i mean uh uh no wait that contradicts us being#against the love and light style of enlightenment chasing'' like. i will tell you that my boss has massacred a lot of people i will tell yo#im anti monarchy and i dont believe that the kings' peoples are any better than 'angels' and i will tell you a lot of innocents on both#sides have been lost bc of royalty and rich families the kings are directly tied to#so i hope you know that when i say the way lev treats his people in his mind is..... holy shit#i pick apart everything he does. ive seen sides of him that are dark af (and i love him for them lmfao) but as soon as his people are#involved... have you ever been w someone getting hot and bothered and a kid walks in that you thought was sleeping and you just switch#completely into parent mode like. he'll have complex fictions w me helping me write stories about corrupt monarchies and shit#and then no. he is like. hes very good at mindset switching and going immediately into different faces but i swear#his ''i am a king and a king is a head of a mass of people - a king is a servant to his people'' mode is like. impenetrable#he is so. fucking intensely single-minded and trained to be a king unlike anyone else. anyway what was i talking about#OH YEAH. his tone w what i wrote in the post. was so switched into that mode of ''my viscera is theirs to eat as Im splayed on their table#and this is divine ruling. this is my purpose with them'' type shit. PURE thought. there is no other energy i can find in it other than#pure ''this is my job and i do it''. pure as in distilled. a pure tone like a sine wave played on a synth as opposed to a string plucked#leviathan //#ive. im nervous about saying the shit ive said here lmfao but ive had his OK before to say it ALSO. AS I SAID. theres no way his people#dont know the massacre was done by the kings lmfao. like. yall were involved. and also you all have to know that one of the#people that pretends to be the christian god is. two of the kings actually and since lev commonly appears to people and lets them#decide who he is bc hes never arsed making a show of Being Leviathan and whatnot im sure hes been called God plenty of times#too but like. cmon. I dont know who started the ''oh the uh the invading heaven and killing off half the population was the#chrxstian god'' rumour but i was first exposed to it through lu and (his wife) worshipers so yall get the blame - that said...
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#this episode...#i think there's a lot to be said about misao being confronted by his trauma#and how yamato is able to become enraged on misao's behalf bc he understands that misao is still trying to heal and is not at the point#of moving past it or coping with it in the healthiest manner#yamato cares about all of the members but misao is a different case from the others#misao never had the support others had and he needs it more than ever now#idk i just like how their dynamic is going and how the group works with each other#anyways i've been waiting for genis to pull this card and it's happening!!!#his new form is neat but i'm hoping to see it in different lighting soon...#zyuohger lb#super sentai lb#umbrella.thoughts#umbrella.posts
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i wanna see anduin get pegged!
#warcraft#lmfao. I love the people screaming 'DEI'#love seeing ppl hatewatching too. theyre just wasting their time and energy lmfao#idk man. i played thru the story and she actually is kind of an interesting character#yeah sure they did a whole checkbox thing#but idk man. im just enjoying the game idc if a character is black or not#i hope to see more anduin soon tho. i loved his lil reaction with the light with her :)#someone on general chat today said he had a 'lightgasm' LMAO#also if anduins getting pegged im all for it. can i join
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Haunting You - G.S.
Synopsis. A bIoody trail of vampire attĂĄcks, a political marriage, and four suitors youâre forced to choose from - all haunting you. But none as much as the mysterious stranger that makes everything in you scream that you might just be fated for the very thing your kingdom is trying to escape from.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! princess! reader, king! Gojo, vampire AU, heâs actually ĂNSANE, royalty AU, arranged marriages, creampĂes, breĂ©ding, fated mĂĄtes, FĂRAL down bad Gojo, mentions of bIood and kĂlling, bĂting, Ăłral (fem receiving), spĂtting, marks (a LOT), fĂngering, pĂłrn with plot tbh, overstĂm, Ănnapropriate use of powers, jealous! Gojo, slight inspiration from Persephone and Hades, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 15.8k (HUH???)
A/N. Was listening to Haunted by BeyoncĂ©, and my mind went âooo vampires.â Hope yâall have a lovely week <3
In all your years being carefully primed to take over the throne, there have only been two rules you were raised under:
You live by the crown, and you will die by the crown. No matter what.Â
To stop the vampires - if your father, the king, fails to contain the bloody trail of killings before his own inevitable death, you have to. Or, more according to those tedious meetings with the table of elders, your husband will have to.
And it seems as if they were well and fully intent on enforcing that last rule as of late - with sharply increasing numbers of attacks on your local towns, the public was growing restless - and so was the royal court.Â
You werenât doing any better either - but for a wholly different reason. Â
Maybe it was paranoia, but these days, you found yourself constantly catching a flash of crystal blue in the corner of your eye. Or hearing a sweet, sweet whisper in your ear deep at night. Maybe even a soft run of fingers down your spine as you were readied for yet another ball - hands much too large to be any of your ladies-in-waiting.
Like something was watching.Â
Waiting.Â
âAnd then I- your highness, are you listening?â
That familiar, grating voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and youâre gasping in embarrassment as you turn back to the prattling man in front of you.Â
âMy apologies, Lord Naoya.â you smile tightly, desperate to finish up yet another conversation about his latest cavalry expeditions. Nodding dismissively, âJust tired, please continue with your ah- wonderful tales.â
But of course, when he starts right back from the very beginning to âcover the key points you missedâ, your stomach turns when you realize that you wonât be escaping any time soon. Great. Wonderful. Perfect.
God, future suitors your ass. Youâd been taught that thereâs no such company as âbad companyâ when youâre an heir to a kingdom, but this has been the fourth royal ball this month - and the biggest one yet. The fourth night you had to listen to another uptight lord show off his sparse battle medals, or another elder snide about how youâd be useless against the dangers of vampires.
You knew it was likely some coping mechanism with the grim deaths this week, but surely the nobles were tired of all this silly dancing? You sure were.Â
Gauzy dress just a bit too tight, sighs just a bit too loud than was permitted for the princess, you let your gaze wander across the brilliant ballroom. Those intricate gowns, the huge reflective wall, those little pastries you really wish you could walk away from this conversation and-
Blue.Â
Crystal blue.
âWait! Did you see-â you startle, and it disappears as fast as it appeared. Your heavy skirts sway as you whirl around to uselessly track that odd burst of color, âDid you see that?â
âI know!â Naoya gasps, making you turn your head in excitement. âThe light reflects off my medal so gorgeously! Oh, and this one-â
Dammit.Â
All through your life, it was this same color thatâd been flitting occasionally through your vision, now haunting you almost every day.
You didnât know where to look to find that familiar blue again - and you didnât want to stand here waiting to find out. At the very least, your ears have definitely been assaulted with enough talk about horses and how âabsolutely enormousâ Lord Naoyaâs weaponry at the Zenin Estate was.
Compensating, you muse.
The thought helps you plaster on a grin to your face, humming in a saccharine-sweet tone, âIt pains me to cut through, my lord.â It really didnât. âAnd Iâd love to chat more later, but I think I hear my lady-in-waiting calling for me.â
He sputters, breathing out a few profanities under his breath that you catch. An arm raising as if to keep you in place, âNow, wait a minute-â
Youâre angling your body expertly to make your dash. Batting your lashes deceivingly innocently, âOh? What was that?â you cup your ear. âI hear her again- I really do apologize, but feel free to recount your valiant um- fairy tales in a letter.â
âBut your father-â
Not waiting to hear the rest of his response, you barely even bother with a polite curtsy before determinedly weaving your way through the stuffy ballroom. Nodding by the nobles greeting you, waving past the throng of young lords that wanted to reel you into more conversation. Your satiny feet taking you anywhere but here - anywhere but where you could feel the still, heavy gaze of something burning into your back as you escaped.Â
You just prayed that it was only a miffed Naoya and nothing else.
It was around this time that the orchestra struck up another upbeat waltz, and with most people pairing off on the dance floor, barely anyone noticed you tip-toeing out of the ballroom.Â
âGod-â youâre letting out a sigh of relief when you reach the long hallway, rubbing at your throbbing temples. âThe next ball they host, mâgonna conveniently disappear, I swear.â
You didnât care enough for what matchmaking would happen in the future anyway, no matter what the elders may tell you.Â
Your ballgown swishes with every urgent step through the quiet, dimly-lit corridors. Maybe a bit too quiet.Â
Strange. You knew that not many nobles would be wandering around the palace during a ball but, surely you canât be the only one here? Where were the guards?
Just then, a soft winter breeze puffs against your left ear - and you inhale sharply. âWha- hello?â you shudder, gaze darting around. âAnyone there?â But when only silence greets you, youâre struck with the sudden thought that the windows along the hallway were closed.Â
Where did the wind come from?
The realization has you taut with goosebumps pricking at your skin, your pace increasing ever-so-slightly. Gulping, you round the corner quickly, making a beeline for the closest haven you could find - the library.
Ducking past the towering stone archway, you hastily slam the door closed. It takes you a few seconds to get used to the darkness inside. With silvery moonlight ribbons filtering in through the curtained windows, you could just barely make out the rows upon rows of books youâd pestered your father into lining. Surrounded by heavyset tables, and your favorite, cushioned armchair. Luxurious, yet completely dwarfed when seating the lone silhouette-
âIf this is an attack, then I surely donât mind.â
âFuck-â you scream, reflexively grabbing the nearest book spine you could reach to throw in the direction of the shadow. âShow yourself.â
Somehow, itâs as if the book bounces off an invisible forcefield, plopping down unceremoniously onto the velvety carpet right in front of the tall figure.Â
âAnd here I thought princesses usually curtseyed.â that deep, honeyed voice cuts right through your heavy breathing. He makes a move to get up - languid, and torturous, as if he enjoyed your agonizing suspense. âWell, maybe I do prefer being pelted by a- hey, that doesnât mean pick up another book!â
In a split-second, you were brandishing a weighty encyclopedia this time - holding it firmly behind your head in a ready stance to throw once again.Â
âShow yourself.â
The man sighs, stepping into a channel of low light. It illuminated his stature - taller than youâd thought, towering well above most of the generals in the royal court. Muscled, yet lean - powerful, the thought strikes you. Magnetizing.Â
Someone from outside the kingdom, you observe, otherwise youâd have remembered that cloudy white hair, strands falling over a strange, black blindfold stretched across the upper half of his face. Leaving you only a set of high cheekbones, and a pert, pretty mouth to admire.
One that curls into such a mischievous smirk of neat pearly whites, and a tiny dimple digging into his cheek. âNow, Iâve never had anyone this eager to see me.â He drops into a courteous bow at the waist, expensive blue fabrics rippling. âFrom the North kingdom, Satoru, at your service, princess.â
Your hand falters - partially because of the heavy weight, partially because you recognised that gold âGâ insignia in the middle of this stranger- Satoruâs uniform. The Gojo family.Â
That mysterious, estranged kingdom from the Northern part of the country that hadnât been seen since you were young. Youâd heard stories of them - everyone in this vast country had, it was impossible not to. Of their cruel winters and even crueler king, how blood stained every room in his palace. It was rumored he was a monster, and yet, no one ever saw his face - if they did, they never lived to tell the tale.Â
You knew your father had invited the king to every single ball out of diplomatic obligation, but heâd never attended. Never even bothered to respond.Â
So who was this?
âNo one. Just a lowly attendant accompanying my king, your highness.â youâre jolting when he purrs, a brow quirking at just how he knew what you were thinking. âThe question ah- showed on your face, my apologies.â
Finding your voice, âUm, I apologize, too, Satoru-â You note the lack of a last name, â-for the book. I canât imagine being hit with Yagaâs 1001 Methods to Crochet was a very warm welcome.â And like a little truce, youâre placing down the encyclopedia in your hand. Flashing him your most practiced smile, âI bet youâre hiding out here for the same reasons as me, then.â
That draws out a pretty laugh from him, bubbly and boyish. âMhm, the ladies just refuse to leave you alone, too?â
âWell, more like the lords there.â
He hums, something that sends a chill down your spine. Words just a little strained, âNot much for bragging about horses?âÂ
And suddenly, you get the urge to snark back, huffing in a way you know your preparational teacher would faint at. âAbsolutely not. Iâd rather face a vampire than listen to Naoya and the âabsolutely enormousâ weaponry he uses to-â
â-compensate!â
â-compensate.â the two of you finish at the same time. âI like this place a lot better, itâs quiet- thoughâŠâ your voice trails off in wonder. âItâs strange, guests arenât supposed to be allowed in the library unsupervised.â His jaw clenches when your eyes sweep him, âWe are supposed to have a few guards here but I donât know where-â
All of a sudden, itâs like youâre being splashed with cold water. And your words are dying on your tongue when the room drops a few degrees in temperature.Â
Satoru is unnervingly still, yet he catches onto your slight shiver. âThis damned wind, am I right?â And heâs gesturing at the windows with his head. The closed windows. Words tumbling quickly from those pink lips now, âAnyways- why donât you sit down-â He prowls towards you, slow, confident. Large hands rest at your arms, theyâre pale, surprisingly cold - guiding you easily to sit on the unoccupied armchair. â-since mâbeing nice enough to let you hide out here.â
His words drip with tease, and you still couldnât see his eyes, but you imagined theyâd be twinkling. No one ever dared to speak to you this way - it was always either thinly-veiled condescension or fear towards royalty.Â
Surprisingly, you didnât mind.Â
You roll your eyes, trying to hold back your smile. âYeah? Well what do I owe you in return for that, Satoru?â
His lips part, as if not expecting this response. Before letting out another sharp cackle at your expense, âWell, why donât you-â You canât tear your eyes away from his magnetic figure when Satoru begins unbuttoning his flowing coat to reveal a snow-white shirt underneath. Wrapping it snug around your shoulders in one, fluid motion, a hand of his tilts your head towards him. â-give me your soul?â
The Gojo emblem burns into your back, and Satoruâs deep, almost raspy tone rings in your ears. It sounded like a joke - but looking into his ethereal features, there was no trace of a grin on what you could see of it. And once again, youâre struck by the pure power radiating off of him.Â
You hoped it was a joke.
âS-soulâs not for sale.â you manage to choke out, trying to make it look like you werenât breathing in his metallic, peppermint scent. Heady. Pulling the soft fabric tighter around your cold body, âSteep price for a hideout, donât you think?â
âSâa discount for you, flower.â his chilling breath fans your face. Letting out hushed, âHeh, you should see the prices I charge others.â
Youâre reeling, face burning, âFlower?â
âBecause youâre shaking like one, see?â The pads of his fingers move from under your chin to trace up, up, up the goosebumps on your exposed arms. Somehow, you canât bring yourself to pull away.
Hypnotic.Â
And his steps are soundless as he walks over behind you, the moonlight giving him an angelic halo. Haunting, almost. âAnd youâre just as gorgeous, like a wild rose. Way too gorgeous for the fuckinâ bastards out there, might I add, princess.â
The nerve!
Heart pounding, you turn around to- call him out for his disrespect? Snap back? Accept the compliment?
You donât know - and you donât get to find out, either. Because before your eyes can search for Satoruâs mysterious figure, the door to the library is slamming open with a deafening bang!
âAh! There you are!â your lady-in-waitingâs relieved voice floods your ears. And sheâs barging in with no comment about your sudden stiffness, or that foreign coat around your shoulders. âWeâve been looking everywhere for you, your highness. His majesty is just about to make his speech of the night and needs you there.â
Shit, out of all the scandals.Â
âI- I can explain.â Youâre desperately trying to catch Satoruâs eye to make up an excuse for why youâre alone with a strange man away from the ball, shooting from your seat to look around the library. âWeâre just-â
The suddenly empty library.Â
âYes yes, I understand that the balls arenât exactly your favorite pastime.â The oblivious girl is pushing you towards the door, brown eyes narrowed. âBut weâve got to get going now.â
Despite her wrangling you outside, you manage to sneak a few glances backwards, straining to see if he was hiding in the shadows. Only to be met with a now-rumpled armchair and the still, dark bookshelves. As bare as if Satoru never existed - the only proof of his existence being a sad copy of Yagaâs 1001 Methods to Crochet lying on the ground.Â
And yet, you canât help but feel a pair of eyes on you.Â
You feel it all through the short walk back to the ballroom, Nobaraâs excited chatter about how finely your all-new coat was made filtering through one ear and out the next. Even when you reach the edge of the dance floor, even when you feel every single other eye in the room on you - you feel it.Â
âUm, Nobara.â you whisper, discreetly shuffling the coat off your shoulders. âPlease take this to my chambers for me.â
The younger girl is positively bursting at the seams, murmuring conspiratorially to you, âSo is this where you were? With who- The âGâ what does that-â
âAh! My daughter!â Saved by your fatherâs booming voice - though, you wouldnât consider it too much of a salvation when youâre immediately being whisked away to the high platform your fatherâs throne was seated on. His arms spread wide to greet you in a hug despite stiff etiquette.Â
âYouâre late.â he whispers in your ear.
Itâs all you can do to manage out a quiet, âS-Sorry.â
Without another word, heâs addressing the congregation in the middle of the dance ballroom again. More ruler than father at this very moment. âMy people, we are gathered here today to dance, to sing, to forget about the horrors happening in our beloved nation.â To large murmurs of agreement he continues, âAnd despite it all, itâs a reality we must all live with. Me, especially, as your king, have a duty to fulfill.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, and you wonder where this is all going - your father never brought up vampires during a time like this. Never.Â
Clearing his throat, âAnd as we all know, Iâm not getting any younger here, unfortunately. Which is why-â He claps his hands once, and three figures - one of which being Naoya, amongst two other nobles you briefly recognized - step forward from the crowd. âAh- there should be one more- Anyway, after thorough consideration with the table of elders, we have decided to go forward with the betrothal process for my dear daughter here. With the joining of hands will not only be the joining of kingdoms - but the joining of arms, and our people shall prevail as one over the vampires.â
You think you might stop breathing, eyes burning and trained firmly on the ground. This had been a topic of conversation - well, more the elders conversing while you skipped out on every meeting once this discussion was brought up.Â
You knew this would happen. You knew. But now? At this very moment? All you can do is stand there and listen while he rattles off.Â
âI know four of the- erm, three of the most eligible young suitors of the land will do their utmost to vie for her heart - and her hand. No easy task I tell you.â Your fists clench, head swimming. âAnd in a weekâs time, we will hold the grand ball to announce my successor.â
Shit - a week. A week.
Somewhere in your line of vision you see - you feel that spark of blue. And youâre raising your head to cheers echoing from all around the room, and still no sign of where those eyes are.Â
âThe next time we meet, will be with the future king and queen!â
Fuck.Â
---
That night was spent with a few too many tears, and a consoling Nobara at your side all until daybreak. And if you held onto that comforting, peppermint-scented coat through it all, well, you were only glad that you seemed too pitiful for her to question it.Â
Feeling much more composed and only slightly less bitter about the prospect of being married off to a stuck-up noble you didnât know, you made your way to breakfast the next morning. An affair usually spent with your father, or in the palace gardens - but this time, surrounded by four suitors under the guise of getting to know you. Sizing each other up, maybe.Â
âAh, your highness, good morning!â you sweetly reciprocate the greetings once youâre escorted into the dining room, taking your seat at the very end of the long, mahogany table.Â
Sighing you take in the scene - on your left was Lord Naoya from last night, the same sharp grins and shifty eyes as you remembered. Seated beside him was the young duke of the Kashimo clan - hair striking, his battle staff laid out next to him on the table. Intimidating.Â
But nothing in comparison to the hulking man on your right, it seemed as if his uniform was on the verge of bursting. Face sullen, letting his pink locks fall into place - Sukuna, you think you remember.Â
âYour highness.â Ichiji bows, taking his place supervising the breakfast. âI am afraid our guests from the Northern kingdom will not be able to attend this breakfast today. He sends his deepest apologies. B-but-â His face-paled, looking scarred for life. â-he did have his um- attendant send this note-â
Youâre gratefully taking the creamy scrap of paper before the words have even left Ichijiâs mouth, flipping it over to reveal slanted, beautiful calligraphy - Apologies for the sudden departure last night, flower. And I hope you forgive my king for not being here to deter the talk of horses - duty holds both man and beast from freedom. Worry not, we will be seeing your sweet smile again soon. But, for now, give those three bastards a rude gesture from me.
You giggle, tucking away the note. A tiny pang of disappointment hitting you out of nowhere at the lack of that gold âGâ emblem anywhere along the table - and more importantly, the white-haired enigma that would follow.
All three men were glowering, yet begrudgingly plowing on with their conversation from before as you settled. Not having the energy to contribute, you listened in.Â
â-this would never have happened in my estate.â
âOh buzz off-â Kashimo interrupts Naoya, before throwing a guilty look your way at his crass words. As if you didnât say worse. âApologies, your highness. As I was saying-â he turns back to the man. âDonât think we havenât heard of those vampire killings in your court that you tried to cover up, your defense isnât as impenetrable as you want it to seem, Naoya.â
That causes you to raise your brow - and evidently, Sukunaâs as well. âThat so? Little fraud, arenât ya, Zenin?â
The shorter man sputters indignantly, âYou- you little- you call me a fraud and yet youâre the only one who didnât bother to help investigate last night? Got something to hide, oh king-of-curses?â
âTch, shut up.â That little nickname ticked something off in Sukuna, and his grip on his delicate fork tightens. Smirk intentionally bared to piss off, âItâs just because when the princess marries me, she wonât have to worry about vampires attacking guards in the middle of a ball.â
Wait, what?
âYeah right, you and what army because I have an absolutely enormous-â
âWhat do you mean?â Your smooth voice cuts through their bickering, and all three men freeze, gazes snapping to you as if theyâd already forgotten you were there. âI didnât hear about any killings last night.â
If you thought they were tense before then you werenât prepared for right now - shoulders raising in surrender, for all their blabbering, not a word was uttered after your accusatory question. After a few beats of silence, you scoff in frustration, turning towards your escort, squirming and avoiding your pointed stare at the very corner of the room.Â
âIchiji.â The man looked like he could positively give anything to blend into the meticulously hand-painted flowers on the wall. âIchiji, tell me what happened.âÂ
âP-princess!â he yelps, adjusting his glasses. âI- Iâm afraid the king said- please I canât-â
âIchijiâŠâ
âP-please donât banish me-â
Youâre on your feet now, cornering the poor man. Mentally, you make a note to give him a raise. Eyes narrowing, âI wonât banish you, but as the future queen I have a right to know, donât I?â
â...â
â...please?â
And the remaining men had been watching with morbid fascination as you worked your magic. They were already aware that the frail attendant was the weakest link out of them all, but what they certainly did not expect was exactly how weak.Â
It only took a single bat of your lashes before his pale cheeks colored an almost-concerning pink. Eyes scrunching shut in embarrassment, as the words spilled from his lips. Neverending and slurring with haste as he speaks in one breath, âTh-three of the guards stationed near the outer corridor and library wing were found killed by a vampire last night before you retired for the night, your highness. Their b-bodies were disposed of, and this in combination with all the recent killings was why the king hurried the announcement for your engagement. B-but, his majesty decreed that this never be relayed to you in order to keep you in high spirits after the betrothal eep-!â
âIs- is that so?â you breathe, eyes wide. Taking one last look at the four speechless men, before walking out of the tall doorway. âI seem to have lost my appetite, I will be heading for my chambers now. I sincerely hope you enjoy your stay, my lords.â
Shit shit shit - how did you not notice?Â
Maybe you walked right past the killer last night and didnât even realize - who knows what couldâve been hiding in the shadows. How did you not realize? How did you not see?
Just then, a thought strikes you - did Satoru see?
---
Itâs one of the whirlwind of questions ringing around in your mind even by the time you hear a steady knock on your door. Jolting you upright from where you splayed out on your plush, silken bed, rows upon rows of books on vampires haphazardly surrounding you.
Peering out of your large window, you notice the hues of pink and red painting the sky, a big red sun just dipping below the horizon - shit, when did you even fall asleep?Â
âCome in.â you answer, voice scratchy. Rubbing away the sleep in your eyes, you could barely make out the hazy outline of Ichiji standing in your doorway.Â
âAh- your highness, I apologize for waking you up.â he bows. âBut master Kashimo will be headed out for a late-night hunt at this very moment, and requested your presence shall you wish it. He noticed that you seemed upset at breakfast, and wanted to make it up to you.â
You take a moment to mull over the question - it certainly was rude for you to just ignore your guests all day. And considering you might just be marrying one of them, it wouldnât kill anyone to actually get to know them.
âAlright.â you reply, voice even. And your answer seems to surprise the other man, âTell Tsukumo to get my gear ready, I will be down as soon as I change.â
âY-yes, princess! I will call for Nobara to help you get dressed.â
As the door shut once more behind him, you threw off your heavy blanket- and your coat? Satoruâs coat, which had evidently been draped around your upper half. Heart stuttering, you didnât remember putting that on beforeâŠ
Hm, you had to thank Nobara for that later.
---
Hunting with Kashimo was, unexpectedly, dull.Â
âSoâŠâ you drag your words, trying to fill the tense silence. âWhat is it that weâre actually hunting for-â
âShhh-â you hear for about the third time this past hour. A brow of yours quirking at the way it seemed like the two of you had been wandering the woods belonging to your kingdomâs estate for hours, and you still didnât know what it was you were supposed to be looking for.Â
Alright, perhaps hunting wasnât the best opportunity to get to know your potential future husband.Â
âMy lordâŠâ you call out warily, already aware of the dukeâs affinity for hunting. âMaybe we should rest for a bit, after all, the stars are out already and the moon is so bright.â
He barely even turns to look back at you, âNo time. The woods belonging to your kingdom have some of the rarest species of cursed animals in this country. I must make the most of this week in that case, your highness.â
You brighten at the closest shred of conversation in so long. âOh, yes, Iâve heard! I also hear they-â
âShh!â
So close.Â
Letting out a resigned sigh, your eyes glaze over as you watch Kashimo trace his thick fingers over animal tracks on the dirt. Suddenly, gesturing for you to follow him as he sped off in another direction.Â
It doesnât take too long for him to stray out of sight. Meanwhile, your legs lag behind in protest - and pettiness, you realize. Grumbling to yourself about how youâd rather have watched paint dry as youâre sure the elders often did. Well, you look at the now-barren pathway, at least now you didnât have to worry about someone shushing you all the ti-
âAHH!â
And then, all of a sudden - it felt like you were the hunted.Â
Itâs like every bit of blood drains from your body at the blood-curdling scream. Grip tightening on your bow, youâre jolting at the direction it came from - where did Kashimo disappear off to again?Â
Yet, for how much you knew your kingdom like the back of your hand, itâs so dark. The moon barely peeking through gloomy gray wisps of clouds that you donât know where exactly youâre running to - just that something was tugging. Reeling you in. No destination in sight until youâre crashing face-first into- a wall?
âHey, flower, where are ya running off to this late?â
Your hairs raise, something visceral in your body jolting.Â
Satoru - blindfold and all. Â
âWh- Satoru thank God youâre here.â you gasp, looking nervously over his broad shoulders. âI heard a scream, and Iâm worried about Kashimo because he went somewhere over there and-â Youâre pointing aimlessly in his direction, before clasping a hand around Satoruâs defined bicep. Tugging, âYou have to help me, that idiot even insisted on no guards because of disturbing the wildlife and Iâm so worried and-â
Before you can react, big strong arms are enveloping you. And youâre suddenly hit with the smell of peppermint and Satoru - something so sickly sweet tinging the air, it makes you droop limply into his firm hold. Your skin burns when he breathes in, deep.Â
âShhh shhh, I know I know, princess.â he hums, pulling you deeper against his chest. Until you could feel every dip and curve of his pectorals. âYou mustâve been scared, right?â At your hesitant nod, âYou did good. You did perfect- in fact. Especially putting up with that pretentious bastard.â
The shocked laugh that drags from your throat has Satoru sighing contentedly, an almost-pained grunt leaving him as he pulls away ever-so-slightly. You felt much the same.Â
âSâalright, Iâm pretty sure it was some animal.â he soothes. He clasps your hands with his, running a damp thumb over your knuckles. âI saw him trudging about disturbing more wildlife over there.â
You breath catches in your chest at just how close Satoru was now, his breath mingling with yours. Pretty plump lips so close - too close. Yet youâre leaning in closer, like youâre drawn by a thread. âAre you sure? Maybe we should-â You gasp, eyes widening when you look down at where your hands were intertwined - red. Or, what you assumed to be red, a saturated, patchy stain on your hands where Satoruâs met yours. He stiffens when he follows your gaze, trying to pull away, but you only hold your grip harder. âSatoru, are you bleeding? Or is this-â
âNot mine.â his voice is hard - and for a second you have to wonder whether this is really the same Satoru. And you swear thereâs a little tremor in his words as he explains, âYou see, I went out on a little hunt myself, flower.â
Even if Satoru didnât have his blindfold on, youâre sure his face wouldâve been unreadable. That almost-familiar grin of his is strained. Too strained. Yet, his movements are unwavering as he tries to wipe away the blood. âMustâve forgotten to wipe down, I apologize for sullying your hands, princess.â
âLet me-â you mutter, taking a hold of the coat around your shoulders to wipe away the blood. Uncaring for what you were dirtying at the moment. âI swear you need to take better care of yourself, Satoru. Seriously.âÂ
And you didnât see them - but somehow you could just feel the amusement dancing in Satoruâs eyes. Raising your confused gaze up to meet his, âWhat?â
He only flashes you a knowing grin, âSâjusâ, youâre wearing my coat, your highness.â
Your movements pause, mouth gaping open while you try to pathetically spout out an excuse. âI- I didnât mean to get this coat dirty, oh my god. I didnât think-â
âSâalright.â he inches in even closer. A smirk grazing those sinful lips of his, âI actually prefer it like that, you look like mine.â Taking a deep breath, âYou smell like mine.âÂ
And before you can ask about his cryptic message, heâs placing a hand at the back of your waist. A very improper hand that would definitely make the elders gasp in scandal. âWe should head back to the palace, itâs getting late. I will escort you, mâsure that born hunter of yours is already halfway back too.â
âCarry me.â you blurt out, your body aching to feel more of him. And before you can retract your words - probably sputter a few apologies, youâre being cradled by a smug Satoru. One hand under your knees, the other supporting you like youâre weightless.Â
âHeh, a princess carry for a princess.â
âOh, shut up.â you grumble with embarrassment when he walks forward slowly, your legs swaying in midair. âWant my soul for this as well?â
And you can feel Satoruâs muscles ripple, you can feel the way his breath hitches in his chest ever-so-slightly. Rumbling as he drawls, âMore than youâd know.â
âSâthat a discount, too? You still didnât tell me what you charge others.â you quip, remembering the conversation from the night before.Â
âOh, youâll find out soon enough, your highness.â
Youâre quirking a brow, something hot churning at the pit of your stomach at that ragged tone to his words. âIâm onto you, yâknow.â You stare up at his clenched jaw, highlighted in the dim moonlight. His long, pale neck, the crevices of his blindfold. For a moment, you wonder what it would be like if you could peek under. âOnto you and your absurdly high prices, Satoru.â
He breathes out a shuddering, overly-dramatic shudder. âMhm, flower, I should be worried.â Before looking up at the sky - and you wondered just how well he could see through his blindfold. âThe moon is beautiful tonight, isnât it?â
That night, you dreamt of long-winded star-gazing and blue, blue eyes.Â
---
âWhat do you mean Lord Kashimo has left for his kingdom?â you hiss, feeling a faint stab of offense. Seriously, were you that awful at hunting? âHe didnât make any indication of it last night.â
And if your careless words made Nobara beam with slight embarrassment, you didnât take note of it - too caught up in what youâd just heard. Enough so that it takes her next words to bring you out of your stupor, âExactly what I said, your highness. The lordship and his court have all vacated their wing, leaving behind only a letter of forgiveness for ending the festivities early.â
âStill.â you murmur petulantly. Setting aside another one of your books on Vampire: Mates, Murder, and More. âItâs strange, I thought he was here for the hunting sprees, if not for me.â Your tiara weighs heavy on your head as you turn to your young lady-in-waiting. âI would like for Ichiji to catch up to Kashimoâs traveling party, make sure theyâre safe, and send them my well wishes.â
Ha! Take that elders - youâd show them youâre fully capable of holding diplomatic relations as a ruler.Â
âAs you wish, princess. Additionally, this-â Sheâs holding out a small pouch of blue fabric that youâd never seen before. â-was found by your bedside when cleaning and I wished to give it back safely.â Before her polite smile drops into a much more devious smirk, âA gift from one of the suitors, perhaps~?â
You gesture for her to hand it over, the silk casing soft under your touch. Detailed. One-of-a-kind, from what your tedious lessons in the history of fabrics had taught you. You didnât recognize the patterns sewn onto it as something typical for your kingdom - or any other youâd learned about, really.
âMânot sure.â you whisper. Opening the little purse to reveal a flash of gold - a necklace. Thin and intricate, holding a sapphire pendant in the shape of an eye.Â
Blue.
A blue you knew too well - the same one that peeked out from every dark corner, that you saw before you slept at night. The one thatâs been by your side for years.
Constant. Now coming to haunt you.Â
Chills run down your spine, and your fingers tremble at how life-like it looked. Burning into your very soul.Â
âWould you like for me to help you put it on?â Nobara asks, mistaking your shock for difficulty. And yet, you donât correct her - body moving before your mind to simply nod.Â
There was only one clasp on the chain - leaving you to worry about the fit. But when it was hooked around your neck, you found that it fit you so perfectly. Like it was tailored to you - and only you. Why was it so perfect?
Why did it capture the exact color youâd been chasing after your whole life - since before youâd even formed memories? Since you were nothing but a surly, teary-eyed little girl that was crying about the dark, babbling about that âblue flashâ that no one else ever seemed to see.
âIf that will be all, your highness. I will take my leave.â With a nod and a low bow, youâre left all by yourself in your sprawling chambers. Wondering, somewhat in amusement, whether youâd be let off this marriage pact if all the other suitors suddenly left as well. Hell, maybe you could marry whoever got you this necklace since they apparently know you so well.Â
And you swear - maybe it was the fatigue from trekking last night, maybe it was the stress from the past month - but you swear the wind picks up in its chilly bite. Howling just low enough that it sounds like a deep, taunting cackle.Â
The necklace doesnât leave its palace around your neck for the next few days. You still didnât know whoâd gifted it to you - right inside your chambers for godâs sake - and if either of the two suitors remaining knew, they didnât make any indication of it either.Â
Three, technically, but it seemed that the more the days passed, the less you saw of the mysterious king of the Northern kingdom.Â
While Sukuna and Naoya had taken it upon themselves to woo you by joining you in your daily activities, he hadnât even shown his face to you yet. You were sure your father wouldâve had him humiliated and thrown out of the palace already if he wasnât afraid for his life.Â
But you didnât mind, because you saw enough of Satoru to make up for King Gojo and Kashimo. The man seemed well and fully intent to stick by your side, talking yourselves well into the night.Â
It was on a night like this - sprawled out along the plush armchairs in the very library youâd met, only a few days after Kashimoâs departure - you asked, âSatoru, what color are your eyes?â
That makes him pause in the middle of his extremely animated story about how heâd caught Earl Yaga in the middle of an artistic dance routine. The baritone of his voice cracking so uncharacteristically as he responds with, âWh-why do you ask, princess?â
âBecause.â you roll your eyes. âIn four days mâgonna be marrying, and it might just be your king. Yet, I donât even know his attendantâs eye color - what type of good queen would I be then?â
You knew it was a flimsy excuse, truthfully you just wanted to see Satoru. All of Satoru.
âNot many have wanted to look into my eyesâÂ
You tilt your head, âHow come?â
âWell, I can assure you that they arenât half as alluring as yours.â Satoru pushes back your tiara ever-so-slightly to reveal your face to him better, fingers dancing down to fiddle with your pendant. âYouâre a strange one, arenât ya, flower?â he chuckles, face inching closer to yours - and for a moment, you think he might do something else. âTell me, how are the wedding preparations going?â
Ah, right - the wedding preparations. Your wedding preparations, to someone else.Â
Did you want him to do something else?
âW-well-â you pull back from his hypnotic presence. Heart lurching, necklace burning cold into your skin. âSukuna keeps trying to teach me his very particular diet, I swear Iâve spent much more time with Uraume learning it than with him- theyâre a sweetheart though, I canât complain.â Eyes trying to avoid the intensity of his gaze, âOh- and Naoya still talks about his weaponry, however, I think his Zenin elders had a word with him because he asked to meet me in the gardens tomorrow evening to actually get to know me for once.â
You brave to take a look at Satoru at the end of his spiel - only to be met with a face you never thought youâd see. His mouth a tight gash, jaw ticking, and you could almost hear the grinding of his teeth.
Terrifying. Magnetic.Â
Powerful.Â
The library was always cold - but you fail to suppress a shiver at the sudden grip in the air. âS-Satoru?â
And suddenly, at the mere sound of your voice, everything clicks back to normalcy. Youâre staring that familiar grin painted onto his face again, musing slyly, âHow much dâyou wanna bet heâll ask about your weaponry instead?â
âOh, shut up.â
Itâs only much, much later at night when youâre forced to retire early - Satoru slipping past the library earlier than usual with groans of his âattendant dutiesâ that you realize - he didnât answer your question.Â
---
âP-princess, will you be alright going alone? I donât think-â
âItâll be alright, Ichiji, Iâm just meeting Lord Naoya.â you wave off the stammering man. Tugging your velvety coat snugly around your body, âHonestly, you act like I havenât been out in the gardens alone before.â
And it was true, since returning from his little meeting with the Kashimo court, your jumpy attendant seemed even more so - and you didnât even know that was even impossible. Always peeking cautiously behind corners of the winding hallways, always hovering close by you even when his duty didnât require it.Â
Heâd told you - in that quiet, shaky voice of his - that Kashimo was well, and headed straight for his kingdom to fulfill emergency duties. To which youâd accepted - you understood the gravity of responsibility, after all.Â
âBut- but, your highness!â he gasps, pulling you out of your little reverie. âI donât think- with the way he-â
A spine-chilling breeze rustles the nearby tree, sending shivers down your spine. Howling in your ears. You squint your eyes against the cold, âSorry, what was that, Ichiji?â
But the man in front doesnât speak - fuck, you didnât even know if he was breathing. Face a sickly pallor, mouth gaping open and shut like he wanted to say something - he needed to say something. Yet, he wasnât even looking at you, wide eyes locked on something over your shoulder.Â
âAre you-â Your body holds you back, feeling two burning eyes on you - and you have to force yourself to look over your shoulder. Only to see- nothing? â-are you alright?â
Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, youâre turning back to face your attendant - only to see him sprinting back down the entrance as fast as his knobbly legs could carry him.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow, then!â you call, hoping it echoed far enough to be heard.
Strange.Â
Itâs all you can think about for the next half an hour youâre seated on that dainty, painted bench in the middle of the palace gardens, waiting for your potential future husband. And for the next hour. And the next.Â
Itâs by the time the sun has fully set, when twinkling stars are dotting the night sky that you settle with the conclusion that yes, it seems that Naoya has already made his decision about the marriage. And no it doesnât end with a wedding.Â
âDammit.â you spit, running a hand through the hair you had Nobara fuss about with. âSânot like I wanted to marry you anyway, bastard.â
And you didnât - you really didnât. Whenever you dared to imagine walking down that decorated aisle, Naoya was the last person you saw.
But seated alone and abandoned, trying to cover yourself from the biting chill of the night, you never felt more like an unworthy heir. Fuck, if no one wanted to marry you how would you even dare to think of taking over the throne?
Maybe you should just-
âWe have got to stop meeting like this, flower. Sâlike youâre haunting me.â
âSatoru!â you gasp, throwing yourself into his embrace. Youâre reaching up to loop two arms around his neck, âOh, you wouldnât believe it. That asshole had the audacity to stand me up.â Pulling back so your face ghosts his, âI got all dolled up just for him to leave me like this. As if I wanted to be with him, I was just trying to be a good- a good h-host and-âÂ
Suddenly, youâre struck with the realization of how close you two actually are. You could count every crease on his blindfold, pinpoint exactly where every dimple at the corner of his grin was.Â
Your hands slide their way down to his sculpted chest, pushing slightly. â-I apologize, this was forward of me.â
But his arms only tighten around your waist - when did they even get there? Large and steady, pulling you back to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, your racing pulse. âStay.â he groans, and he sounds slightly out-of-breath, heavy exhales tickling your ear.
âWe canât be caught like this, Satoru.â you breathe, but that familiar little tug has you shuffling closer. Breathing in that familiar metallic sweet scent youâve grown to love, âI- Iâm getting-â Bile creeps up at the back of your throat, and you laugh bitterly. âI think Iâm getting married in three days, yâknow? To Lord Sukuna, I assume, since two of my suitors ah- ran away and the other refuses to even see my face.â
His thick fingers dig deeper into the extravagant corset at your waist, âI know. Fuck- donât I know.â
Itâs a steady beat of silence, so still. So tense you could hear every stuttering heartbeat of yours, and strangely enough, you had the nagging feeling that he could, too.Â
âYou could just marry me.â Satoruâs abrupt confession breaks the silence, and you find yourself sinking deeper into his soft coat. Wrapping yourself up in his heady presence. âBe my queen. You wouldnât have to worry about duties or elders or- or vampires.â
And the night was still. So still.Â
Despite the way your heart races, eyes blinking up in disbelief, you find it in yourself to deadpan, âF-funny. Do I have to give you my soul for that as well?â Oh, some stupid little part of you think you might just have.
And youâd expected Satoru to crack a laugh, to give you a teasing smile while he carried on that little inside joke between the two of you. Youâd expected him to no sooner shove you off and talk about it being late. Hell, a part of you even expected this to be some elaborate set-up from the elders to get you caught in such a compromising position with the no-longer stranger from the Northern kingdom.Â
But, no. Itâs anything but that - everything but that.Â
Because the taller man only rasps, nose-to-nose now, âNo.â Sounding like his sanity was slipping away from him with every breath, fingers making their dance down to twirl your sapphire pendant between them. âIâd give you mine.â
You can feel his breath fanning your cheeks, head dipping slowly - so torturously slowly. As if he was giving you ample opportunity to run away if you wanted to. But you donât think you could move for the life of you.Â
Instead, youâre dipping closer, gliding the tip of your thumb over his defined cheekbone. Mere millimeters away - just one push. Another hand of yours steadies at the back of his neck, feeling those snowing locks under your fingers.Â
One.Â
Your thumb dips just under the seam of his blindfold - unwillingly.Â
âYour highness.â Satoruâs voice is cold, his fingers lacing with your own even colder. Something eerie. And even with the delicate touch you could feel the power thrumming through Satoruâs body. âThis is for you.â
You can only stand there in shocked silence as the moment shatters, and he produces a wild rose as if out of thin air. âConsider it from King Gojo.â Touch searing against yours when he hands it to you, you feel drunk off of him âPerhaps the night is late now.â
Right. The king.Â
When youâre walking back in the directions of the palaceâs warm lights, you donât think youâve ever felt safer. Strangely enough.Â
âSatoru.â
âYes?â
âIâm onto you.â
âYouâre onto me.â heâs tucking the bloom over your ear. Before stepping back into the inky pool of shadows beside the entrance you came from. âSweet dreams, flower.â
That night, when you tuck yourself into bed, you swear you hear a faint whisper of those same three words lulling you to sleep. Over and over.Â
Sweet.
Dreams.
Flower.Â
---
Floral preservation was one of the lessons youâd been forced to attend growing up in the palace, but even you didnât know how that wild rose Satoru gifted you hadnât wilted yet.Â
It remained as fresh and prim as the night it was picked, bluish pink petals never fading. You didnât keep it safely in a bowl of water amongst the other plants and flowers in your bedroom. Somehow, never out of place, always tucked safely behind your ear in the days that followed. Perhaps it was improper to keep it on you even when you were being fitted into an engagement gown to be promised off to another man. But Satoru didnât complain, and you didnât either.Â
With Kashimo departing for his kingdom early, and Naoya apparently following in his footsteps due to âirrevocable differencesâ, it was now almost confirmed that the future king was to be Lord Sukuna. Not like King Gojo had made any effort to reach out - and Satoru hadnât mentioned it either.Â
Satoru.Â
Things wereâŠthe same after that night, and you didnât know what to make of it.
It must be done, you sigh, wincing at the pinch of the flowing white dress being suited onto you by the bustling tailor. At least it could be worse, even if youâd ratherâŠ
âHonestly, young people these days.â Yaga speaks up from where he was fussing with the silken hem of your gown for tomorrow. âI heard of that Naoya brat leaving out of nowhere, princess. My condolences.âÂ
âAh-â you startle, not expecting to be addressed. âItâs not your fault, we likely didnât mesh all that well. I just wish he left a note- Honestly, Iâm lucky to even have a suitor left after these six days.â
Another grimace leaves you when you feel another tweak of pins pricking at your skin. The other man hums lowly, âDonât say that, anyone would be lucky to have you. Anyway-â He gets up from his position kneeling, towering over you to admire his own work. âHow do you like it, your highness?â
You let out a gasp when you face the floor-length mirror, âOh my god, itâs perfect.â The dress was regal, decadent. With flowing tresses resembling a petals, and gilded gold and blue weaved into the fabric.Â
Blue.Â
âI fashioned it after that necklace and flower of yours.â You unwittingly reach for that familiar pendant, âI ah- forgive the assumption, but I assumed you would be wearing them both at the betrothal ceremony tomorrow, princess?â
Taking another long look in the mirror, you nod, âYeah. I will.â
---
âI knew it.â he laughs shrilly. âI fuckinâ knew there was something wrong with you. As soon as I saw you butterinâ the princess up in the library, I knew you were a fuckinâ freak.â
The other man only responds with ominous silence, letting labored breathing cut through the bone-chilling air. Clearly unsatisfied, âWhat? Not gonna talk now? Arenât ya just in it for the crown like me? Have the bitch, just give me the crown.â Goading now, âI bet youâre not even an attendant are ya- I know what you are-â
His words are cut off with another choked-up gasp, followed shortly by a strained growl. âI know- what you are-â
Red stains the marble floor - a problem for later.Â
âI know, King Gojo.â And itâs the last thing he sees. âAnd youâll reap what you sow, sheâll never love you.â
Blue.Â
âYouâve haunted me too long, flower.â
âSatoruâ!â you scream, throwing your soft bed sheets off your body.Â
It was burning - you were burning, gasping for the cold lungfuls of air that filled your empty bedroom. Mind bleary, distantly, you register that itâs around daybreak - tiny fingers of golden sunlight just barely dipping through your window - your open window.Â
Hastily, youâre tumbling out of bed to slam it shut. Heart still pounding when you take in the mess of flower petals from those congratulatory bouquets youâd gotten. Ruined. Only the stems left in the vases after that sudden, chilling wind.Â
âWhat-â Your eyes dart around to look over your dresser, where you always kept Satoruâs wild rose. And a shiver creeps down your spine when you realize it lay snug tucked behind your ear, safe and sound. Exactly where you didnât keep it. â-happened?â
You couldnât settle back into bed after that - couldnât even think about it. So you find yourself reaching for your wardrobe of dresses, running your fingers along the intricate gown made for your engagement ball tonight. Your engagement to Sukuna.Â
If this was the nightmare, and tonight was to be the dream - why did your stomach turn so?
---
It was difficult convincing Nobara to let you keep the wild rose on after getting ready.Â
âBut thatâs so last season.â she bemoans. âNo offense, your highness, but even old lady Ogami wouldnât be caught dead wearing flowers in her hair these days.â
Youâre giving her your best puppy dog eyes, âPlease, Nobara?â
âNo.â
âIâll let you raid my exclusive wardrobe the next time you want to play dress-up?â
â...â
Which was how you found yourself shoved into a dress that was way too gorgeously palatial, barely even having the time to admire the lush gold and blue decorations around the sparkling ballroom before you were being ushered next to your father on his throne.Â
You fiddle with your ringed fingers, feeling more and more like a lamb sent to slaughter - a very opulent slaughter - with each step.Â
âI am so proud of you for this week, and you look absolutely divine, my love.â your father whispers into your ear once youâre up on the crushed velvet platform. âI hear from Ichiji that you know, I apologize we couldnât go through with this marriage under better circumstances.â
You shake your head, giving him a calm smile - youâd already forgiven him, sometimes there was duty far greater than any man.Â
âMy people, as promised, we are gathered once more to celebrate the joining of two hands - and two kingdoms.â The king projects his voice out to the eager crowd, âTogether, these two young loves will face their duty. They will face the dangers. They will face our future.â
The thought had you clenching your fist into the soft fabric of your gown, looking down at your feet in a bow.Â
âAs I did with my father before me - God rest his soul - the future king and queen will oversee their responsibilities to protect our people from those treacherous vampires. The elders-â he stops short, eyes widening at the empty seats on the balcony - where the table of elders always sat. Abandoned. Chilling. â...have decreed, in accordance with our princess, to introduce my daughter to you all as our future queen-â
Your father gestures a hand your way, and you step forwards to cheers, still not daring to look up. And all you could see were two, gold-toed boots stepping into your field of vision.
â-and our future king!â
âLook up, flower, this is the best part.â
Gasping, you raise your head - Satoru.
âY-you?âÂ
He smiles that pearly smile at you, one that makes your knees weaken, âMe.â Before leaning down conspiratorially, âBetter get moving now, the king just declared that the big bad Northern king and the precious princess will have their first dance as a couple.â
It felt like you were moving through a dream as you slip your hand into his, flinching at the feeling of his cold lips meeting the back of your hand.
The crowd of whispering nobles part to make a path for the two of you, and Satoru is so gentle when he leads you into the middle of the dance floor. Weightless on his feet, swiftly placing a burning hand on your waist - just below where the elders would consider proper.Â
The other intertwining with yours, you barely even register the slow, romantic tune playing from the orchestra.Â
âI bet you have questions.â he whispers, breath fanning your cheeks.Â
You take in his tall figure, the rows of medals, gleaming only half as bright as the smile that makes its way onto your face. Hissing, âThat doesnât cover the half of it, King Gojo.â
âI-I apologize. I canât apologize enough but-â
âThough, I did have a nagging feeling about the fifth time you talked yourself up.â you smirk.
Satoru throws his head back in a loud cackle, echoing through the hushed crowds - no doubt gossiping about this being the Northern king, that fearful beast that ruled over the Gojo family. âI know.â His hand comes up momentarily to brush over your sapphire necklace, âAnd Iâll spend our entire lives making it up to you, flower.â
Goosebumps dance down your arm, your spine, right down to where Satoru held a firm grip on your hip. You two waltz around the edge of the dance floor, perfectly in time. Through the crowd of grumbling lords, the orchestra, past the table of foods.
âAnd exactly how long would the rest of our lives be, Satoru?â
Slowing right in front of that huge, reflective wall.Â
You couldnât see his eyes, but his biting gaze was all you could feel.Â
Lingering on the blue pendant nestled at your chest, the everlasting wild rose tucked behind your ear, the mirror to your right - where the twin image of you shone. Powerful, gorgeous, everything that a monster like him could never have because he wasnât standing there right next to you. His kind never could.Â
In the back of your mind, you registered collective gasps sounding all around you - the rest of the ball attendees thatâd also taken note of the lack of Satoruâs reflection. But your eyes stay locked on him.Â
A thumb hooks under his blindfold, and he grimaces. âYou really were onto me, huh, flower?â
Tugging.Â
Your fingers tighten around his, unable to let the most fearsome of creatures escape from your grasp. âYou mustâve been onto me, too, Satoru.â
Pulling.Â
All you see is a flash of a regal nose bridge, and the flutter of thick white lashes - before every single chandelier in the ballroom snuffs out at once. Cloaking the room in unnatural darkness, it sends every single knight and noble into a frenzy.Â
And then, he opens his eyes.Â
âITâS HIM-â
âA body! A BODY FOUND IN THE ROYAL GUEST SUITEâ
âVAMPIRE! STAY BACK-â
Oh, itâs blue.Â
That crystal blue.Â
And then itâs black.
---
SLAM!
âIf you must kill me.â Satoruâs voice sounds from somewhere above you. You blink away the darkness, feeling your bleary gaze try and adjust to that unfamiliar high ceiling, the outlines of hauntingly beautiful paintings on it. His ragged breaths cut through your thoughts once more, hastily folding your hand to grip your pendant. âIf you must kill me, then I prefer you do it with your own hands, princess.â
You canât tell whose hand is trembling more - yours or his. Distantly, you realize youâre being pushed up against a luxuriously padded wall, one youâd never seen before in your life.Â
Where were you?
âThe Gojo palace- Please-â he reads your mind, voice breaking at the end of his plea. Gasping - and you can discern two elongated teeth at his canines. Fangs, you realize with a shiver. âYou may leave if you want to, you may kill me for what Iâve done. My life is in your hands.â
âSatoru.â you soothe in a hushed voice, despite the way your head was reeling. The Gojo palace? âI wonât kill you.â
âBut-â
âSatoru, what does this necklace mean?â You beg, and at this point, youâre not surprised that the necklace is from him - because it was an exact replica of the two burning eyes staring back at you. The only source of light right now, glowing a blue youâd finally found after a lifetime. âWhy did you-â you gulp, heart lurching. âWhy did you hand me yourâŠlife?â
Soft lips play right over your rapid pulse, murmuring into your skin, âSâmy soul.â A long, pale index of his plays with the pendant. âThe only part of my soul thatâs living, gilded into a necklace to be kept in the safest place I know. You.â
âBut-â you cry out, trying to get another look at his eyes - but your fiancĂ© only kisses deeper at your neck. Nibbling at the thundering beat just below. âBut why did you give it to me?â
âWho else would I give it to, if not for my mate?â
Mates - there were a thousand and one books and official documents detailing everything from a vampireâs killing pattern to the aphrodisiac toxins found in their blood. But the research on a vampireâs mate was far and few between.
Perhaps owing to the lack of willing mates that can come out without persecution, or perhaps due to the vampiresâ intense rumored mating rituals. But it didnât go without its own gossip, you were no stranger to the ladies of the court tittering about how morbidly âromanticâ it was that mates were akin to soulmates - how it was an invisible string connecting two people to share a life, a soul.Â
A vampireâs one and only mate.
Satoru was pinning you harder to the wall now, his pink tongue darting out to lick over your pulse. The fingers holding onto the necklace were now tilting your chin up at him, âSpeak to me, flower.â
âIâm your mate?â you whimper, your lips ghosting over his. Already knowing the answer, but fuck you needed to hear it from him. âWhat does that mean exactly?â
He lets out a pained grunt, pressing his forehead gently against yours. âIt means youâre the other half of my soul. My only one, I was born for you.â Pressing a chaste peck on there - and you swear you could feel the nip of two sharp canines against your skin. âThe one Iâll fight heaven and hell for, until the very last beat of my cold, dead heart.â Your fingers curl at his shoulders when his mouth moves to the shell of your ear. âThe one Iâll kill for, take out every measly scum that thinks they can get with my mate.â
He huffs out a burst of cold laughter when your breath hitches, probably reading over the thoughts running through your mind - Satoru killed them. The guards, Kashimo, Naoya- fuck, maybe even Sukuna. He killed them. He killed them. He killed them. He killed them.Â
You shiver, âA-and all the wind? The whispers? I thought it was just you these past week b-but- All my life, that was you?â
You know. You knew.Â
Another kiss - this time to the corner of your eye, and Satoru licks a long, content stripe up the big fat tears unwillingly welling up behind your eyes. He groans at the salty taste of you, taking in a long, drawn-out breath. âYes.â
All it takes is that single word for your entire body to collapse, thankfully onto an awaiting Satoru. He holds your entire body weight with one hand around your waist, the other coming up to swipe his thumb under those tears rolling down your cheeks now.Â
He kisses your cheek, âAll your life.â The corner of your lips, âAnd all of mine.âÂ
Run away run away run away run away-
But you canât - you donât want to.
Your lips wobble when he nuzzles down your face, leaving a trail of hot kisses with his cold, cold mouth. âAs soon as I learned to use my powers - was just a brat you see - I just had to see my mate. To smell her scent.â Heâs inhaling deeply again, hands groping over your engagement gown. âLo and behold, there was you. A cute lilâ princess around my age, tuckered out and fast asleep.â Lingering at your jaw, the hand tight around your waist pulls you painfully closer. Satoruâs knee wedging itself between your trembling thighs, âImagine my surprise when she took one look at me and cried. Scared me enough to teleport outta there as soon as you opened that smart mouth, flower.â
And the thought of Satoru - tiny and determined - teleporting halfway across the land only to be yelled at by you has you huffing out a shock of laughter.
âSo when I heard through the grapevine about your potential engagement, fuck- I couldnât have ran out of this palace faster. Was so excited I fuckinâ forgot to teleport, too. Even if you were afraid of the âcruel Northern king.ââÂ
Fuck - thatâs right. He mustâve heard your thoughts that time you met him in the library.Â
Satoruâs tone drops to a low simper, so close now that you could feel every slight curve of his grin. Every twitch of his fingers sweeping up and down your exposed skin, feeling the delicious thrum of your veins. He could bite you right now - easily. Â âAnd luckily, as I grew up, so did my ability to blend in with the darkness.â Eyes boring into yours, something so vulnerable in them now. âBut you found me, you always did.â
âSatoru.â you angle your head upwards. âKiss me.â
And how could he ever deny you?
You wince at the slight pinch of Satoruâs teeth - his fangs - as he crashes his lips into yours in a greedy kiss. Sliding his tongue over to taste those candied lips heâs been dreaming of for years.Â
âFuck-â he breathes out through his nose, jaw sagging open further to kiss you deeper. âFuck, princess.â
Strong arms pin you harder against the wall, and youâre blindly reaching out to reciprocate even a fraction of Satoruâs neediness. Just dragging your hips up and down his muscled thighs. Sinful.Â
Shit, it was so endearing to him seeing you struggle to touch him this way. And with a flick of a wrist, the candle chandeliers hung high above your heads are lighting up at once. âSâthat better, flower?â
It takes every bit of will in you to manage to pull away, yet the thought of seeing Satoru - of really seeing Satoru is what spurs you to break the kiss. Delicate strings of saturated spit snapping in the non-existent air between you two, you take a long look at your new husband.
Fuck, he was so pretty.
You always knew he was.Â
But even with his face tilted downwards, within the soft light tinting those snowy strands a sunset yellow - you could make out the pretty pink flush all the way from his glossy, ravaged lips, up, up, up to his delicate cheeks - he looked like the last thing from a monster.Â
âNo youâre pretty.â he hums, and youâre still not used to him reading your mind. Head nodding downwards, âJust look, grinding on my thigh like such a slut.â
What met you was a dark pool of slick saturating his trousers, just peeking out over the hem of your dress. It makes you give another lingering, experimental grind.
âSatoruââ youâre letting out a honeyed drag of his name, reveling in the way it makes him swallow heavily. âYou can hear my thoughts, right?â Look at me.Â
Slowly - but surely - familiar blue meets yours. Half-lidded, pupils blown, and if you didnât know any better youâd have said there were tiny sparks of lightning at the corners of his long white lashes.
Youâve been haunting me my whole life, Toru.
And it was an accident - it really was, your freshly kissed brain too hazy to slur out Satoruâs full name. But the impromptu little nickname has him dragging forwards like he was magnetized.Â
A low growl escaping when heâs kissing you again. And again. And again and again and-
âSay it-â Two hands are tugging at those tedious ribbons tying your decadent gown together. Pulling. âSay it again fâme.â Ripping.Â
The more his lips are assaulting yours, the more the dress slips further and further down your shoulders. Tattered. The soft satin leaving goosebumps down your spine as it reveals your neckline - all that skin for him to ruin. To mark.Â
âOh-â youâre squealing when one of Satoruâs fangs prick a bit too hard at your lip. Feeling a hot flow of crimson bleed out, the feeling has you so weak. So drunk. âQuite eager, arenât ya?â
âYou have no idea.â he groans again. Soft tongue moving from swirling around your own to lazily pool your blood on it. And you canât imagine what about the metallic taste would be so euphoric, but heâs letting out his loudest drag of your name yet. Eyes rolling to the back of his head like heâs just tasted a personal slice of heaven. âFuck- fuck you have no idea.â
You moan into the kiss when he bites down again on your already-bruised lower lip, âIâve always wanted to do this-â Slow, slow hands kneading up your waist, at a dizzying tempo matching his mouth down your jaw, your neck. Hips bucking, you feel the outline of something so hard between his legs. â-to kiss you. To-â Tethering on the sensitive area of your pulse, â-bite.â
In a split-second, youâre sinking down into plush silk sheets, swallowing you whole in a king-sized bed you didnât even realize was in the room before.Â
âS-Satoru, did you teleport us again?â you gasp, eyes adjusting to the intricate paintings on the ceiling that you hadnât gotten to admire before. Of white-haired youths and roses, of cold, dark palaces and- and you.Â
You - when you were younger, sleeping peacefully while a little boy watches intrigued from the corner. You - passed out in the library after a long night of reading, two pale hands wrapping a blanket around your shoulders. You - your brows furrowed, head cocked while you pushed past nobles to search for that flash of his blue. You, you, you.
You.Â
âI can hear the gears in that pretty head turning.â Satoru grins, still kissing you in a languid graze of lips. âAnd as much as I love it when you hah- admire my lonely paintings, Iâd rather you pay attention to-â A low groan curdles at the back of his throat when heâs grinding his massive clothed erection against the syrupy spot at your core. â-me.â
Thereâs a dark little huff of laughter and with one last bite at the side of your neck, Satoruâs unapologetically tearing right through the middle of your gown.Â
And you know itâs made with the finest fabrics the country has to offer, you know that no normal man should be able to even rip a tiny shred through your dress - but Satoru is no ordinary man.
Your spike of disappointment is quickly overshadowed by cold breath hovering over your exposed tits. âOh, so perfect fâme.â heâs groaning, deep and primal. Biting down on your hardened nipple, âYa think those uptight elders your court has- ah, had would appreciate me desecrating their precious princess before marriage?â
Through gasps, you peek down at his wicked tongue, swirling around the sensitive spots of your areola. âWho- who gives a shit.â
âSo feisty.â The peaks of your tits are left coated in him as Satoru pulls away. âSo addictive.â Pinching your soft flesh between his teeth - just hard enough that you worry heâs out to draw blood again. âSo- so-âÂ
Words are failing Satoruâs sharp mouth as he kisses his way down your body. The valley of your chest, your stomach, your hips.
Down, down, down-
âFuck, Satoru-â youâre hissing when he easily pulls the pathetic remains of your dress off and onto the floor. The rest of your inner skirts easily following afterwards. âAre you gonnaâŠâ
âMâafraid not.â he licks sloppy circles at the skin of your thighs. Tasting, nipping, leaving little marks with his fangs for later. Sloppily soothing his tongue over the tiny droplets of blood beading from the bites, he murmurs stubbornly, âNot until you address me correctly.â
Hesitantly, you reach out a limp hand to thread through his dampening white tresses. Tugging softly to lock those devouring blue eyes with yours, âPlease, Toru?â
You get absolutely no warning when he kisses right through that flimsy excuse of your drenched panties to slide his tongue up and down your sopping wet slit. Up and down up and down up and-
âSh-shit, Toru-â you moan when heâs just dipping the very tip barely past your puffy folds. The fabric of your underwear still sticking to you, âStop being such a tease, goddammit ngh-â
âWhy?â Of course, he toys with your patience even now, addicted to those needy whines falling from your lips. âI jusâ wanna play with my princessâs pretty pussy. What am I getting out of it?âÂ
You smirk, not even having to move your pretty mouth to know you had him in the palm of your hand already. Iâd be your mate for life.Â
Itâs all you can do to watch with satisfaction as the great Gojo Satoru gasps - gasps. Slick-glossed lips falling into a soft oh! Hazy eyes widening almost-comically, and at full heady attention while he takes a few seconds to mull over your words.Â
RIP!
In an instant, your soaked underwear is ripped clean off to bare your dripping cunt for him, wrapped tightly around Satoruâs fingers and disappearing down below to where your imagination couldnât handle.Â
âOh, such a pretty pussy.â he coos, thumbing apart your puffy folds to admire your lewdly winking cunt. Glistening and so so needy, you jolt when he bullies two long fingers past your sloppy entrance. With your greedy hole swallowing every slender inch of Satoruâs fingers easily, âSo needy too. This all fâme?â
As if to prove his point, his pink lips wrap around your throbbing clit, grinding his tongue over the ravaged tip. The harsh texture of his tastebuds rolling over every inch of you he could reach.
âY-yes-â you squeal, hips bucking down mindlessly to try and match his relentless tempo. âSâonly for you.â
âThaâs what I love to hear-â Satoruâs cheeks hollow when he sucks on your sensitive little nub - hard. âSweeter than I even imagined, shit-â
Every pump of his merciless fingers in and out of your cunt drags along your gummy walls. Deftly curling to prey at those hidden sweet spots of yours he just knew would wrench out such throaty moans from you - and fuck, Satoru thinks- no, he knows that the sound is is favorite song.Â
âYouâre makinâ me- hah making me fall in love all over again.â he gruffs out into your cunt. The pads of his fingers pressing into the cushiony ends of your pussy. âBecause look how messy you are- how loud.â
You didnât know if he had mind-control powers on top of mind-reading, because itâs as if youâre on auto-pilot when your lolling head is whirling down to look at the absolute sin made of you below. Satoru - running his mouth a mile a minute to send white-hot vibrations along your clit. His milky fingers buried knuckle-deep to stretch out your poor cunt. Your sweet sweet juices drooling all over them in such an obscene sheen down his palm, his wrist.Â
He whines, âMakinâ me wanna-â You jolt when heâs biting down so dangerously around your clit. âWanna-â
Satoru doesnât end up finishing his sentence - and he doesnât have to.Â
Because heâs pausing his make-out with your clit to spit once. Twice. A thick thumb swiping at the intentional splatter of saliva marking your skin, before surging forwards even deeper - you didnât even think that was possible. But Satoru has the tip of his nose rubbing methodical circles against your clit, jaw grinding at the base of your pussy, tongue flattening out your pussy lips.
Messy. Harsh.Â
âOh- oh my god, Toru-â youâre keening at the feeling of his wet muscle trying to squeeze in past the fingers still continuing their assault on your entrance. âIt- it wonât fitââ
âShhh shhh, sâokay, princess.â he hushes, letting another round glob of spit wet your clingy pussy. âYou can take it. You will - otherwise how are you gonna take your husband, hm?â
That little comment has connotations that make your plushy walls clamp down vice-like around his fingers - his tongue. And youâre angling your head just right, blinking away the lustful haze in your eyes to spy down at the rapid, jerky movements of his other hand. Devouring gaze dropping down to-
Oh.Â
Oh fuck.
It was difficult to even look at the sight below - your panties, soaked and completely see-through with slick and precum, wrapped prettily around what you could make out to be Satoruâs aching cock. Standing proud, twitching wildly with every drag of his fist up and down his glistening length.Â
âFuck-â he groans, taking the opportunity to devilishly slip his tongue past your feeble entrance. âFuck fuck fuck fuck- yâlike this, huh?â Drawled out little praises now muffled as he fucks you on his tongue the way he wished he could with his cock. In and out in and out in and out. Pulling back to eye your gaping hole, âI can feel yâgetting wetter for me is it because-â Before surging back forwards, as if heâs addicted. âBecause-â Again.âFuck donât clench around me that way. Was hard enough trying not to fuck you stupid right there in the middle of the ballroom.âÂ
You whine, tears flowing down freely at the sheer pleasure at this point. âY-you-â you gasp, your five fingers splaying out over Satoruâs head. Pushing even harsher, âYou hngh- talk too much- mâso close-â
Partially because you really needed those pretty lips back at your heated core, partially because every word tumbling from his mouth had you throbbing embarrassingly, your slick spreading a glossy sheen on the sheets underneath you.Â
âOh yeah? Heh, anything for you, flower.â Satoru grins such a sly, sultry grin and you feel it against one set of your swollen lips. âAbsolutely anything.â
In and out in and out. He has his brows furrowed now, concentrated on having every flick and divot of movement pushing you closer and closer towards the edge. Faster. Sloppier. You have half the mind to wonder whether it didnât hurt - whether Satoruâs tongue wasnât cramping up from how fast he was going, whether his fingers werenât tired already.
Out of the corner of your spotty vision, you can see those stuttering squeezes of Satoruâs hand speed up. Trying desperately to match each bullying push of his tongue and his fingers into your overstuffed pussy.Â
The thought makes you whine, âOh my god- Toru, mâgonna cum.â And shit, at this point itâs too much. You couldnât think - you couldnât even breathe. âMâso close please.â Barely able to even register anything but Satoru Satoru Satoru-
Itâs why you donât even realize at first when youâre finally cumming - Satoru does, though. He feels it in the way your heavenly walls are closing down on his fingers, clenching around him so tight that it was almost difficult to fuck you through your orgasm. Waves of electric pleasure crashing into you and you think youâre drowning.
âThaâs it.â he rasps. âCum fâme like that, thaâs it- thaaatâs it, such a good lilâ wife- a perfect mate.âÂ
The fingers stuffed deep inside your pussy are being pulled out in a flash - not letting you waste a moment of your heady high before heâs toying ravenously with your swollen clit. Pinching, and rolling between two soft fingers.Â
âO-oh fuck, mâ-cumming? Mâcumming mâcumming-â you moan deliriously, mind just now catching up. Your hips drag your sloppy pussy all over Satoruâs pretty face. Just drenching his noble features with your gushing mess. âFeels too ah- good, Toru.â
And he takes it like itâs everything he needs - everything heâs ever wanted.Â
Jaw falling slack to let your juices slide down his throat, tongue lolling out flick your spasming cunt through your high. Unstopping. Unwavering.Â
Even when your vision stops tingeing with black at the edges, even when you think youâre sane enough to form a coherent thought. Even when your climax is bating enough that every flick of Satoruâs tongue only sends almost painful thrums of pleasure down your spine.
âW-wait mâdone-â you sob, tasting the salty stream of tears splashing down your face now. âSâtoo sensitive- ngh-â
When he doesnât show any signs of stopping anytime soon, you try again - this time thinking the embarrassing thought out loud. IâŠI really want you inside me now, Toru. Please?
And he pauses - jolting, as if some dark, primal part of him had just been called back to life. Tongue still hot on your cunt, fist still greedy around his rock-hard shaft.Â
âF-fuck youâre gonna be the death of me, flower.â
And before, you couldnât get enough of those striking blue eyes, but now you couldnât escape them.
With inhuman speed, heâs shuffling up the soaked sheets. âAn absolute fuckin-â Slick-glossed lips meet yours, smearing along the combination of juices till the lower half of your face was as dripping wet as Satoruâs. â-minx, yâknow that?â
âWh-what can I say?â you tilt your head with a smirk, lips a bit too loose than youâd like - but it didnât matter anyway, he was in your thoughts. Your mind. âIâm your mate, after all.â
He falls back onto his knees at that sinful little sentence of yours, throwing his head back in a guttural groan. âFuck- youâre mine alright. See what you hah- do to me? See how this is all your fault?âÂ
If Satoru expected an answer, then he doesnât receive it. Because every snippy little retort on the tip of your tongue melts when you get a long, hard look at the angry shaft in his hand. So red and angry. Thick enough that you felt your cunt quiver already.
Delicate with prominent veins that glistened and throbbed down his long, long length with each slew of his vigorous fist. And his tip- fuck, blushed your favorite shade of weepy pink, slobbering a sheen of precum all down his wrist, his tufts of cloudy white.Â
And you realize with a jolt that he still had your panties wrapped around him - looking so tiny around Satoruâs massive cock.Â
Wordlessly, your hand replaces his.
âW-woah- fuck-â His toned waist flexes with the effort to fuck up into the soft cushion of your palm. âHow the- ngh how the fuck does your fuckinâ hand feel this good?â
âYouâre so big- fuck, donât know how Iâd- Wait you never imagined this?â you bat your eyes up with faux innocence. A thumb gliding over that deep divot on the very tip of his fat head. âBecause I sure have, Toru.âÂ
Satoruâs heavy balls smack against your arm when he shuffles down his pants even further, now fully letting you go ahead with your agonizing torture. âShit-â he yelps, eyes screwing shut at the image. âDonât- donât say that, holy shit.â
You toy with your scrap of panties, massaging every ridge and curve with it. Just dragging your hand up and down. âWould you rather I think it instead?â
Within milliseconds, two sharp fangs are poised right above your rapid pulse, a hand around your throat. âNo- no no no no-â Satoru gasps, sounding like he was at the end of his rope. And it takes him a few blinks to realize his position, immediately moving his lips up to nip at your jaw. âFuckinâ no.â Hard enough that another red pearl of blood drips out, instantly being sucked up greedily by your fiancĂ©. âGonna make me lose it before I-I ngh-â
With a pained growl, he suddenly has you sitting so prettily on his muscular lap. Your legs splayed out like such a slut, needy cunt slobbering all over where you were sat right on his demanding erection.Â
By the time youâre realizing your helpless position, itâs too late - and Satoruâs already shrugging off the rest of his pants. Buttons hitting the floor when he just tears his flowing dress shirt off.Â
âSh-show off.â you breathe, hands mapping out every dip and curve of the plane of defined muscles displayed before you. So mouthwatering.Â
âCan tell that you- ngh think mâmouthwatering, flower.â he grins. One hand kneading and groping the flesh of your ass to steady your drooling cunt to kiss at his thick tip. The other keeping one of your palms stuck to his washboard abs, up, up, up to press at his sculpted left pec. âNâ I know mâheartâs not beating, but Iâm much the same. Very- much the- same.â
And Satoruâs spent years waiting, yearning - so he doesnât waste even a second more when stuffing his cock inside your snug cunt.Â
âO-oh. Satoru- Satoru please oh-â
The stretch - fuck, the stretch. The stretch is so much that it feels like youâre being split apart. Just the bare tip of his fat cock being bullied in short, determined half-thrusts.Â
And it takes only one, lucky collision into the bullseye of your g-spot and youâre already falling apart.Â
âWait- wait wait wait mâgonna-â you gasp, your nails running down his broad, milky back in jagged red lines when youâre cumming once more. Toes curling, hips convulsing wildly on top of a smug Satoru. âOh my god, ngh- whatâve you done to me, Toru?â
âNow, let me ngh- let me tell you a little secret, hah- princess.â His hand comes up to cup your jaw, gifting a sweet kiss on your swollen lips. âThe best thing about mates?â Sharp fangs catch onto your delicate skin, âThey feel sex on a whole other level.â
And then heâs bringing down both hands to spread apart the globes of your ass. Your puffy folds are stretched to their limits when he thrusts up once. Muscled thighs flexing underneath yours. Harsh.Â
Ignoring your pleading keens and the slight resistance at the intrusion of his intimidating size, âHold on, princess- hold- fuuuuck.â Lips latch onto yours, drinking up every heady whine when your poor cunt is being fed every inch by fucking inch. âYouâre taking me so well.â
And that you were - your pussy lips bulging and struggling to accommodate Satoruâs monstrous size, but still taking him in so greedily.Â
âThere we go.â he grunts out, punctuated with heavy rams of hips. Up, up, up until you could feel Satoruâs sobbing tip graze against your cervix - your lungs. âTheeere we fuckinâ-â Pushing and pushing until there was no more, until your neglected clit was scratching against his snowy pubic hair. Ass coming to rest at his twitching balls. â-go.â
âYouâre in so deep-â youâre blabbering, cockdrunk already. The last few dredges of your high still not wearing off, it takes you a few seconds of Satoru still trying to squeeze his cock even deeper to manage to raise a hand about midway up your stomach. Feeling for that vertical bulge that was him, â-can feel you right here.â
âOh yeah?â
And like he was testing your theory, Satoru fucks up into your gummy hole in another bullying slam. Watching in wonder at the way that little divot in your stomach crashes around the same spongy cervix he was.Â
âFuck- youâre right.â he hisses. Addicted now. Immediately rocking into you with reeling, long rolls of his hips. âYouâre so- fuckinâ right.â
You canât find the energy in yourself to even yelp in surprise when Satoru immediately changes your positions so that youâre now laying fucked-out on the mattress. His domineering hips pinning you down to use you like some little cocksleeve.Â
âGod-â he pants into your open mouth, tongue swirling with your weighty one. âGod- fuck fuck fuck if heaven is real then this is it.â Each little profanity is decorated with a smoldering crash of his tip into your sweet spot. âYouâre the heaven I donât ngh- deserve, flower.â
That neat bitemark on your thigh is being jostled with the amount of ragged movement, and you wince with pain when it starts flowing again.Â
âOh- oh.âÂ
Satoruâs like a predator that has cornered his prey, and is spending hours tediously unraveling every single bit of you.Â
Sliding two smooth palms underneath your legs, theyâre urgently thrown over his large shoulders to fold you down, down, down into the meanest mating press you think you could handle - handle without fucking breaking, that is.Â
âSo good tâme.â he breathes, long tongue easily licking up that sweet nectar of your blood. âYâknow your cute lilâ brain sâtoo scrambled to even read right now.â
âH-how can I think when youâre ah! Like- like this, Toru?â
The sudden change in angle makes you scream. It makes you clamor for the headboard, the sheets, your husband when that obscenely perfect upwards curve of his dick is massaging every nook and cranny of your cunt.Â
âYeah? Feels good? Now now- donât run- awayâ heâs dragging you down those drenched sheets by the legs like some ragdoll, stuffing you more and more with his painful cock. Fucking you so relentless, like he was trying to worship every little hidden sweet spot inside your dripping cunt. âSay it- no no no, not in your head. Say it.â
And you do - a little over fifteen times when his thick hilt pecks your pussy lips over and over with each thrust when Satoru bottoms out, hitting all the way into the back of your cunt - your cervix, your g-spot - like he couldnât decide which one to bruise more.Â
âSâtoo good-â youâre gasping. Your overstimulated pussy being molded like clay to the girthy shaft kissing down your cunt. Stretching out your elastic walls until you could almost feel them take shape to his swollen cock. Feel every sensitive spot inside you being overstimulated at once with every burning massage against them. âYouâre fuckinâ me way too- too good- ngh- canât even think.â
But that wasnât enough for him.
Dipping a thumb down to circle around your clit, white-hot pleasure shoots up your spine when he lets out a deep rumble, âThink I fell in love with you when I- fuck, right then and there when I first- hah saw you all those years back.â speeding up with the sloppy staccato of his rude cock. Satoruâs words slurring now, messed up and half-prepared like the accelerating half-thrusts being bestowed upon your ravaged cunt. Like he couldnât bear to pull out completely. âThe first time you saw me, you were so afraid. Look at you- fuck, jusâ look at you now, princess.â
Each word is like a brand onto your sticky skin, accompanied by harsh smacks of Satoruâs balls against your ass, his sharp hip bones digging into your thighs. Him.
âToruââ is all you can manage to whine out, a limp hand pulling his face closer to yours. Youâre jumping with each swipe at your poor clit. âToru mâhere.â
âAnd- and yet-â heâs still blabbering, still pussydrunk while he fucks you so menacingly. Fingers sopping wet with their assault on your sensitive nub, âAnd yet I just- fuck-â He cuts himself off to give your messy hole another thick stream of spit. Coating his long, raw shaft - rubbed red with the way your gripping walls were massaging him so right - making it easier to slide in and out. âAnd yet, I just had to see you, to see the gorgeous mate I donât deserve. I couldnât live without you.â
A single overstimulated tear glistens a track down Satoruâs pretty face - one you kiss away as quickly as it appeared. Nudging open those teary, blue gaze to bore down on you.Â
Oh, he looked an absolute wreck - white hair mussed up, stray strands sticking to his forehead. Glossy lips parted, drool pooling at the corner, broken grunts leaving him with each smash of his tip back into your cunt. So blissed out.Â
Jolting at your eyes on him, Satoru feels his balls tighten so painfully. Abs burning when his pace stutters with need.Â
âYouâre haunting me, just as much as I was haunting you, Toru.â
The candles go out. Instantly.Â
And shit youâre feeling it first when when hĂ©âs cumming and cumming so hard that it almost hurts. Flashes of white startling behind his closed, glassy eyes. âShit- shit shit shit shit-â Hairs on your body raising as Satoruâs fingers draw circles on your clit so aggressively. Dragging out your high. Forcing it. âTake it- take it all, my flower. Let me paint this pretty pussy all white.â Violent, almost.
So, really, it makes sense that your third orgasm of the night was the same.Â
Just shivering, sinful tingles running from your overstimulated mind right down to where Satoru was stuffing thick white ropes of potent seed deeper and deeper down your tight channel.Â
Overspilling with each calculated ram, his cum is oozing out of the corners of your puffy lips with each furious clench of his balls. Too much.Â
And itâs all you can do to sit there and take it, feeling the sloppy dredges of cum make a mess slobbering down your thighs and his. Starting up blearily at the blurry paintings on the ceilings. The paintings of you - of a still Satoru that looked down at you with only half as much intensity and pure swirling emotion as he was right now.
Something that couldnât be painted - but would make such a pretty picture, when his fangs bite into that racing junction at your neck.
You scream a soundless scream of his name, eyes rolling to the back of your head as something warm fills your entire body.Â
Leaving your words unheard, your ravaged hole loose to let out slobbering squelches of Satoruâs cum. Blood racing and flowing right into Satoruâs greedy mouth.Â
âPrincess-â he gulps. Tongue licking up every crimson bead his crazed eyes could spot, body aching when he dares pull away from that heavenly taste. More. âPrincess princess princess- you- hngh youâre mine. All mine now.â
And heâs letting out more thick globs of cum straight into your waiting cunt. Body bowing even harder to let it seep into your elastic walls, your womb. So much more than you can take and he just keeps giving.Â
It seems like forever when Satoru finally pulls away - and within the glowing blue of his eyes, you can see the red staining his lips, dripping down those fangs, his chin. Staining the silk sheets below - staining you with so much more.Â
Before you can stop yourself, youâre reaching up to catch his lips in a bloodied kiss. Your own elongated canines catching amateurishly on his lips.Â
Satoru hisses - but he likes it. And you can tell.Â
You can read every single hypnotizing thought whirling behind those crystal blue eyes - how he wants to ravish you again, how he wants to worship you. To make you his all over, to have you make him yours. The thought makes you smile as you whisper, âIâm onto you, Toru.â
âYouâre onto me, flower.â Catching your lips in a sweet, sweet red kiss. âForever.â
A/N. This was SOOO fun to write omg yâall have no idea. If you made it this far then you get a sloppy smooch from me mwahhhh.
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between you and your husband, you were the one moreâŠvocal about your love for him. leaving him sweet notes with doodles of the two of you in his lunch, ending all heartfelt messages with xâs, planting a big kiss on his cheek that he pretended to cringe at but in reality he looked forward to it everytime he left the house.
people would always come up to you, telling you that he doesnât reciprocate his love with words and such and asking you how you dealt with it. truth be told it took a while for you to get used to but soon enough you began to see the signs.
it was the way that every time he got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom he would tuck your feet back into bed. the way he spent a solid twenty minutes cleaning your phone screen, and with furrowed brows as he placed your new screen protector on, making sure there were no bubbles. it was when you opened his wallet that you saw all the notes you wrote him saved in one pocket of his shitty leather wallet that was begging to be put to rest. it's the way when you come home after a long night out with your friends he takes his time undressing you, removing and placing your jewelry carefully on your bedside table and making sure to gently take off your makeup and of course do your skincare routine that he has memeorized. when he goes out and he spots a little something with your favorite character on it he buys it immediately, not bothering to look at the price tag because the way your eyes would light up when he brought home the little gift was worth more than a billion dollars to him.
it was when on your third month anniversary when the two of you were still dating, while the two of you sat down on the booth next to each other at a restaurant he held your hand and squeezed it three times. signifying the words, i love you. he knew he loved you from the start but was scared it was too soon to say it and this was his silent way of telling you so. and you picked up on it quickly when he started to do it more often.
and on your wedding day, as the two of you stand in front of all your loved ones and the officiator he says the most beautiful vows ever, telling you that "if death do us part then i hope to find you in every lifetime" and once he ended with that sentence, he squeezed your hand three times. i. love. you.
you always knew your husband loved you because his actions spoke a thousand words to you.
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#im really trying ok :'))))#im journaling im watching youtube and doing mindfulness#im going on walks i even met up with my kinda friend yesterday#some moments im like ok maybe i'll be ok soon like#it isnt at all like i've only ever been in love for real once in my life#and i cant imagine not being that close to this person who i find absolutely amazing#but sm moments i just... feel pain đ#bc everything reminds me of this person#like everything... the soft summer breeze makes me think of all the imaginary walks i wanted to go w this person#books i read i wanna talk to him abt... movies shows etc....#and i think of how i just blew it so badly even tho i meanwhile said 'dont ruin this dont ruin this dont ruin this'#and thats what happened..... i just cant imagine ever wanting anyone else#like just thinking abt sex or being close to anyone else makes me grossed out#and like being w someone who i feel a rush just going to the store with???#i lost smth truly rare and smth i want more than anything just bc ?? i was scared to accept love#fuck me.... im so miserable everything hurts so bad#but im trying!!!!!!!!!! i just cant feel anything and evetything feels so bleak and meaningless#he also gave me like... appreciation for everything. it's like my feelings for him made me see everything in a different light#and i felt hopeful and etc etc it doesnt matter#now all of that is gone and i just feel miserable as fuck
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#The intersection I live on is kinda quiet but sooo much happens on it#Tonight... A biker was run over :(#I heard the 'no no no' screams and the bang and looked through the window to see the guy falling to the ground#The car stopped and got out and seemed so scared and calling 911#Hospital isn't far so ambulances were here right away#And the guy was moving but I think his legs were not doing good#He was on his side. I hope he'll be okay and can recover soon but fuck#I have my theories on both running the lights so who knows...#I had a very minor bike accident a few months ago and it's honestly so stupid how things can change poof like that#Also... Like it's something to be run over and when it's not your fault is even worse blah blah#But like imagine running someone over#Fuck. I could not imagine that mortification honestly.#People forget they're operating heavy ass machines when they're driving#You're not fucking floating on a cloud my dude#Anyway... I hope the guy is okay and the injuries are minor :c
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SOMETHING RED â ì±í
you thought when sunghoon finally found you heâd rip your guts outâ but no! turns out he just wants to be in your guts.
PAIRING: ghostface!sunghoon x f!reader
GENRE: smut, thriller
CONTENTS: stalker ex!hoon, dom!hoon, sub!reader, autumn setting, murder, brief desc. of dead body, chase scene, dub-con, knife/fear play, blood/pain kink, injury, degradation/praise, petnames: bunny/sugar, rough sex, oral sex, hoon grips readerâs neck but no choking, hair pulling, spanking, size kink, orgasm control, fingering, squirting, over stim, creampie, one neck bite, passing out
WC: 5.1k
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âi had a really good time tonight, y/n.â your date smiles as you stand at your front porch.
âyeah, me too.â you reply, and youâre telling the truth.
after almost 4 years since you fled away from your hometown, and your ex (sunghoon, or rather ghostface, as the civilians like to call him), youâve finally gone on a date.
it honestly should have been perfect. it was a simple evening. you went for ice cream and afterwards walked around a nice park to talk and feed the ducks, appreciating the beautiful colors the trees are turning. your date is an absolute gentleman, he wonât stop smiling at you and laughs at all of your stupid jokes. heâs acted like nothing but an overall sweetheart the entire time.
and yet, thatâs the very thing that was wrong with the date in your mind.
it was simple, perfect, sweetâŠ
no tension or skip of your heart beat, no wondering what will happen next. there was justâŠno thrill.
you think sunghoon has really fucked you up. even after all this time youâre still comparing people to your ex. your crazy, obsessive, killer ex.
god, sometimes you even catch yourself wishing heâd pop up in your life again. but after you found out it was him who was killing all of the people in your life and town, anyone who he deemed as getting in the way of your relationship, you panicked and immediately called the police.
no one has seen him since, evidently. you certainly havenât.
but do you really wish you would? if he saw you again heâd probably kill you.
ây/n?â your date says gently, breaking you out of your stupor as you blink at the man in front of you, noticing how heâs gotten significantly closer than when you last noticed.
your porch lightâs obnoxious hum is the only other sound as he gazes at you, giving you a hopeful, prompting lookâ sort of like heâs expecting something. you think you know what it is, but you suddenly feel like youâve turned to stone.
âweâll go out again, right?â he whispers as his face inches closer and closer, smiling at you sweetly.
âiâllâ iâll text you.â you vaguely answer.
your date laughs again even though you havenât said anything funny, raising a single hand to gently hold your arm as he finally realizes heâs gonna have to take full initiative. puckering his lips, he leans into yours as he shuts his eyes. you donât do anything except let your eyes bulge out of your skull, before at the last second turning your head, causing his kiss to land on your cheek instead.
he pulls away while blinking widely in surprise, before his cheeks bloom a pink blush and he laughsââŠagain. itâs starting to be less charming and more annoying.
âyouâre so cute.â he says, thinking youâre just shy.
âgoodnight, y/n. iâll see you soon?â
âsure!â you lie. âgoodnight!â
you wave before immediately shutting your door.
you sigh tiredly, appreciating the beautiful glow of the moonlight that gently illuminates your otherwise dark house.
flipping the switch that lights your stairs, wood creaking beneath your feet, you walk to your bedroom. the nightâs air is fresh, and the soft sound of rustling leaves always helps you calm down. so you open your bedroom window, letting the gentle breeze spread goosebumps across your arms.
moving to your dresser, you grab a tank top and shorts along with some panties before going into the bathroom to take a shower. you sit your fresh clothes on the bathroom countertop, stripping off your dirty clothes and letting them pool at your feet.
when you get in the shower you feel your previous stress melt off of you with the warm water, all thoughts and worries forgottenâ temporarily at least. after about twenty minutes you step out, quickly wrapping a towel around you as the water dripping off your body and the chill in the air makes you shiver.
you move to grab your dirty clothes left on the floor to put them in the hamper, but your underwear is missing.
âwhat the heck,â you mumble to yourself, shaking out the clothing in your hands, checking if the item wasnât just tangled amongst them.
âlooking for these?â a voiceâ his voiceâ asks.
you gasp as your body jolts, feeling your heart spike in your chest when you look up to see ghostface standing at the bathroomâs open door.
heâs wearing his mask, signature big butchers knife in his hand as he twirls around your panties from itâs sharp point.
andâŠblood.
blood is on his hands and dripping off the weaponâs edge.
âyâknow, i expected you to still be anxiously locking all the entrances of your house for a while longer, but you stopped only a year into moving hereâŠâ he thinks aloud with sarcastic wonder, lifting up his mask to let his eyes drink in the image of you clutching your towel to your chest.
sunghoon lets your panties slip off the knife and drop back onto the floor before stepping closer to you.
he moves slowly, making your panic worsen as he corners you into the bathroom like prey. a small, frightened noise comes from your chest when your back hits the wall, sunghoonâs face closer than ever as you watch his lips raise into a smirk.
âcan you tell me why that is, bunny?â
your body trembles at the nickname that hasnât been directed to you in years.
sunghoon started calling you that after one of the first dates you went on, the two of you watched a scary movie and you criticized the characters who were so easily killed.
âdo you think you could do any better?â sunghoon had asked, smiling at you patronizingly yet fond.
âwell, yeah? they always get killed cusâ they do something stupid. like lock themselves in one room or crawl through a fucking cat door.â
âand what would you do?â
ârun.â you had simply answered.
âwell?â sunghoon drawls, hot breath puffing into your face as he stands practically against you.
his knife is still raised, gently grazing the tip over your cheek as his eyes follow the movement.
âwhoâs blood is that?â you struggle out, feeling the crimson liquid trickle down your neck.
âdrop your towel.â
âwâ what?â
âi said drop your fucking towel, y/n.â he grits, moving the knife to apply harmless pressure to your neckâ but itâs there, and itâs threatening.
the damp fabric lands with a thump on the tile floor, leaving your nipples to harden from the bite in the air.
âshould have left that window fucking shutâŠâ you whisper, but sunghoon catches it with his close proximity.
he steps back just enough to run his perverted eyes all over your body, weapon moving from your neck down to your breasts.
you inhale shakily, sunghoon chuckling under his breath.
âyes, you should have. although it wouldnât have mattered. i came in through the front door that you also conveniently forgot about.â he replies to your statement. âwhich brings me to my question that i asked first, why have you been leaving everything unlocked, y/n?â
you glare up into his eyes with wavering bravery, sunghoon finding you to look more like a scared, defenseless animal.
you donât speak, trembling lips pressing into a thin line. sunghoon slides the flat of his knife over your nipple, spreading the leftover blood across your skin and causing you to flinch as a small moan escapes you.
âyou missed me.â he states with suffocating confidence, seeing right through your facadeâ knowing how you really feel.
âyou still love me. donât you, bunny?â
he presses his chest against yours, the rough material of his shirt giving stimulation to your sensitive nipples as he moves the weapon back up towards your face. the steel blade swipes across your mouth, staining your lips red.
sunghoon tugs down your bottom lip with his thumb, rubbing slowly side to side before pushing inside your mouth. you take it without thinking, staring up into his eyes as you suck on his appendage, wincing at the steely taste of blood.
âstill such a slut.â he marvels fondly, eyelids drooping as his breath gets a little heavier. you bob your head just slightly, like you would do to his cock, and sunghoon reacts with a groan. your pussy clenches at the sound.
âwell, you didnât exactly answer my question, bunny. but since youâre so cute and helpless right now, iâll have some mercy and answer yours.â
he pulls his thumb back and you donât release it until it comes out with a wet pop, sunghoon groaning lowly before slamming his lips onto yours. he swallows your moans as his empty hand roams your body, fingers feathering over your bare pussy, trailing up to grope roughly at your breast before firmly wrapping around your throat.
you squirm. any shame has left your mind as you try and rub your cunt up onto sunghoon.
heâs playing nice for now it seems, pressing his jean clad thigh between your legs and letting you hump against him. you whine into his kiss as the denim makes contact with your clit, biting on sunghoonâs bottom lip unconsciously in pleasure.
he grunts at the slight pain, slapping your ass before gripping it roughly and digging his nails into your flesh.
you lick his bottom lip and suck on his tongue in apology, sunghoonâs nails retracting to rub soothingly over the skin that is now littered with red crescent cuts.
âgod, i love you, bunny.â he groans lowly. âitâs your dateâs blood.â
âhâ huh?â you gasp, eyes widening as sunghoon stares deeply into your eyes. âyouâŠdid you kill him?â
âdo you care?â sunghoon quips back cockily, but you recognize the tinge of jealousy in his tone. âhe was too soft for you anyway. you like it when someone is rough and makes you feel dominated, donât you? someone big enough to overpower you?â
he speaks in a dark tone, hand gripping your hip with possessiveness thatâs sure to leave a bruise.
your breathing picks up again, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with emotionsâ though youâre not sure what any of them are.
âfuck you, sunghoon.â you spit, the man maniacally laughing with clear amusement.
âsure, sugar, later. right now i think iâm in the mood for a chase.â
he says this as he steps away from you, leaving you confused as he stares at you expectantly.
âwell?â sunghoon lifts a brow, lowering the mask to cover his face completely again, gripping his knife a little tighter. ârun, bunny.â
fear settles its anchor in your stomach and you take off like a bullet, water and blood dripping from your naked body as you run down the stairs. thereâs only the sound of your panicked gasps of breath before ghostfaceâs heavy footsteps creak down the steps, coming right after you.
your first thought is to go the front door, but when you open it you're greeted with the massacred body of your date sitting in a bloody, gutted heap of red and pink mush.
you scream, immediately slamming the door shut as you choke on a gag that tickles up your throat.
ghostface makes it down the stairs, taking large but calm steps towards you as his knife gleams in the moonlight, black plastic eyes staring blankly at you.
âstop!â you cry, suddenly thankful for the wrap around layout of your house as you run right, out of the livingroom and into the hallway.
you can go to the kitchen, bedroom, or second bathroom.
everything is a dead-end except the kitchen, which has two escape routes to the outside: a latch window and the back door.
you quickly open the bedroom door to throw ghostface off and quietly sneak into the kitchen.
risking taking the time to carefully open a drawer and take a knife outâ just in case, you then hurry over to the back door and turn the knob.
thereâs the sound of something slicing through air before you yelp as it cuts into your hand, forcing you to jump away from the door.
âi wouldnât do that if i were you.â ghostface warns as he walks in, creepily melodic with how he speaks.
you look back at the doorknob, seeing his knife stabbed into the wood from the force ghostface threw it with, your blood splattered in a small area against the white paint.
ânow look at that, you made me hurt you.â he says with mocking sympathy, his dangerous tone making your knees feel weak with fear.
you keep switching your eyes from looking at the window to ghostface.
he just stands, watching with undivided attention as he can practically see the cogs turning in your brain, waiting for what youâll do next like heâs watching a mouse in a trap. (or a bunny in a snare.)
you suddenly run out of the kitchenâs second entry, ending up at the living room again and booking it up the stairs. you wouldnât have had time to make it out the kitchen window with ghostface right there, but maybe you can escape through your bedroom window. itâs already open, and even though your house is two stories, thereâs a tree right next to it that will shorten the dropâ if you can reach a branch without falling off the roof.
when you get to your bedroom ghostface is hot on your trail. you try to slam the door shut and lock it, but he presses against it from the other side right at the same time.
you push as hard as you can to shut the door, but ghostface has always been much stronger than you.
busting the door open, your body is flung backward as you land on the floor, knife falling out of your hands and sliding away from you.
you scramble on the ground to get it back, just barely grasping it in your hand before ghostface grabs and flips you over onto your back, ripping his mask off and letting it clatter to the floor.
âsâ stop it, sungâ sunghoon.â you struggle to get out from how your body and voice shakes, pressing your legs together in fear and ignoring the wetness between them as sunghoon cages your body with his limbs.
âoh, are you going to make me?â he challenges with no fear, the smile on his face clearly expressing that he doesnât take a word you say seriously.
âgo on then, bunny. take a stab at me.â
sunghoon drops his own knife from his hands, baring himself to your mercy.
your eyes widen, hands shaking as you pathetically raise the knife.
you look from his eyes to his vulnerable stomach that you could easily plunge the weapon into, and back up to his eyes again.
sunghoon slenders his gaze at you, as if to say âyou canât do it, can you?â.
you burst into sobs, dropping the knife and hiding your face in your hands.
sunghoon leans down to coo at you, running his fingers through your hair and kissing your forehead.
âi knew you couldnât do it, bunny. iâve been watching you ever since you left town, and you know what i found out?â
you take watery gasps, wiping off your tears so you can look up at sunghoon.
you know the answer, even in your messy state. itâs apparent throughout everything in your life, after all these years and all the decisions youâve made.
âiââŠthat i nâ never stopped loving you.â
âthatâs right, sugar. couldnât even bear to kiss your date, could you?â
you shake your head, cries reducing to sniffles as sunghoon cups your face with his still bloodied hands, the liquid beginning to dry as it feels tacky on your skin.
âitâs okay, bunny. you were a good girl, so i wonât punish youâŠtoo much. as for himâ well,â
he laughs, but it sounds hollow, devoid of anything other than hate and rage. âhe got what he deserved.â
suddenly sunghoon is picking up his knife and hoisting you up, your waist thrown over his shoulder as you gasp in surprise while he walks over to the bed.
sunghoon takes a handful of your ass, admiring how it jiggles when he jostles it in his hand before giving it a hard spank. you whimper and push back into his palm, wordlessly asking for more.
âslut.â he chuckles under his breath, throwing you roughly on the mattress a second later.
sunghoon places his knife on your nightstand as you sit up on your elbows to look at him curiously. he practically devours your body with his eyes as he strips off his shirt, your mouth watering at the revealed expanse of his tapered waist and sculpted abs. you canât help but whine when he slowly pushes the waistband of his pants and underwear down, hard, huge cock slapping against his stomach wetly.
âmissed this, bunny?â
you only whine, feeling like the desparate whore that you are for sunghoon as you blatantly squeeze and rub your thighs together, trying to bring any sort of relief to your needy pussy. you practically feel edged by everything thatâs transpired so far.
âcome.â sunghoon orders, pointing at the floor in front of him.
you know what that means, quickly getting off the bed and on your knees, looking up at him with pathetically begging eyes. he only acknowledges you with a piercing stare, picking up his knife again as he moves it beneath your hairline, pressing the cold, flat side of its blade into the nape of your neck.
ânow suck.â
youâre eager, enveloping his dick into your watering mouth and pushing yourself as far down the long shaft as you can muster. you gag, sunghoonâs salty pre-cum making you salivate for more as you donât pull off, only trying to push his cock deeper down your throat.
even as your eyes squeeze shut, choking around himâ you donât stop.
not until sunghoon roughly pulls you off by the hair, a deep sound coming out of you as your mouth is suddenly empty, gasping and coughing while a string of saliva hangs from your lips.
âdid i say swallow me whole? dumb whore. suck.â
you immediately do as he says, apologizing with your eyes and pliant little hums around him as you envelope just the tip in your mouth, sucking on it delicately like a lollipop.
sunghoon bares his teeth at the teasing pleasure, watching your lips that are glossy with your own spit prettily wrapped around his big dick. you look so small and helpless like this: kneeling, naked, someone elseâs blood drying on your bodyâ as well as a little of your own.
sunghoon thinks youâre most beautiful like this. his slutty little bunny trapped in the snare heâs made just for you.
grabbing a painfully tight fistful of your hair, he slams your face against his pelvis. youâre reduced to choking sounds and sputters as you struggle to take the sheer size of him into your mouth, sunghoon continuing to catch you off guard as he starts bobbing your head up and down his shaft like a cock sleeve.
you cry and moan at the feeling of him using you like a cheap whore, your pussy throbbing with the need to be touched but being ignoredâ and it only turns you on that much more.
your scalp burns as sunghoon keeps yanking you by the hair, spit seeping out of the corners of your stretched lips and running down your chin.
âalmost forgot what a dirty slut you could be, bunny. fâ fucking shit!â
hearing sunghoonâs hard resolve crack, youâre hit with another wave of enthusiasm.
you swallow around him, doing your best to lick and suck whenever you get the chance between the harsh movements he controls you with. then you have an idea, and without a second thought youâre executing it.
moving a hand down to your pussy, you smear the generous wetness on your fingers, lifting them up to cup sunghoonâs balls, fondling them with ease thanks to your slick.
âgodâ fuck! good girl! thatâs a good little whore. choke on my dick while you make me messy.â
you feel like you could almost cum just from sunghoonâs words, the tingly pain at your scalp, and the full mouth of dick youâre taking. moans almost rhythmically come from your throat as your free hand goes down to rub desperately at your neglected clit, hips making trembling movements at the pleasure thatâs not enough while at the same time being too much.
âbunny, ohâ damn. you really like me fucking your mouth, donât you sugar?â
âmmâhmm,â you moan around him, sunghoon starting to snap his hips more aggressively. you feel his dick pulse in your mouth, a deep growl coming from him a moment later, signaling his soon release.
âyou ready for me, bunny? you ready for my cum?â
please, please, yesâ you want to say, but it only comes out as whimpers as his cock bruises the back of your throat.
your thighs begin to tremble as you feel yourself getting closer. sunghoon moans out, pressing his hips flat against your face as his dick throbs, pumping a huge load down your throat. that paired with the feeling of his knife pressing harder into your neck sends you into white hot ecstasy, shaking like a leaf and thighs clenching around your own hand as you ride it out on your soaked fingers.
sunghoonâs dick is dripping with your spit and his cum when he pulls out, still hard as a rock and catching his breath as he slowly jerks himself off, wincing at the painful pleasure after just cummingâ but not able to stop as heâs mesmerized by how much of the both of you there is, mixing all together with each movement of his hand.
sunghoon then looks over at you just as youâre pulling your hand away from yourself, groaning as he sees the wet webs between your fingers.
âget on the bed, bunny. ass up.â
your movements are clumsy as youâre still weak from the hard orgasm, but you want more, so you do as he says. sunghoon gives you a helping hand, making sure you donât fall as the both of you get on the bed.
sunghoon sits up on his knees behind you. your ass looks amazing in this position, and your legs are spread, completely unable to hide your dripping pussy from sunghoonâs hungry eyes.
you turn your head, looking back at him with fucked out eyes that ask for more. he smirks, placing both hands on either side of your hips before stooping low to go down on your sloppy cunt.
âohâ fuck, suâ sunghoon!â
youâre so turned on, and if you really think about it (which youâre trying not to), you probably shouldnât beâ not after what heâs done.
and yet, here you are, whining like a whore as the ghostface killer fucks your pussy with his tongue.
he canât get enough of your taste. heâs went years without it after all, and sunghoon finds heâs going feral now that youâre finally in his mouth again. he delves his tongue as deeply as it can go, paying attention to what movements make you cry louder. sunghoon makes sure to pull out and suck your puffy clit between his lips, proud at himself with how it makes your legs quiver, before shoving his appendage back inside your core and fucking it in and out of you.
âhoonie, please,â you beg, already needing release as youâre sensitive from your previous orgasm.
âno,â he barks, annoyed that he even has to separate his mouth from your pussy to speak, reconnecting with you immediately after.
you dare to whine defiantly at him, and sunghoon reacts by reigning his hand down on your ass.
the hit is hard, making your eyes widen and taking your breath away as the strength he uses on you is unexpected. you can feel your skin tingling and hot from where the slap landed, and somehow it just makes you feel even more needy.
sunghoon knows you liked it, he can tell by how your pussy is contracting around his tongue, making him smirk against you as he keeps eating you out with no mercy.
you wiggle your hips just slightly, side to side, unable to keep still as you just need more.
you feel sunghoonâs annoyed growl, the vibrations of it sending a shock of pleasure straight to your core. he spanks you again, right on the same spot as before. this time a sob is ripped out of your chest at the pain, your face burying into the bed.
âyouâre a bad fucking girl, canât even do what i want you to.â sunghoon grits as he removes his mouth and shoves two merciless fingers inside you instead, roughly curving them as his thumb rubs at your clit. the amount of pain and pleasure is equal now, making you want to pull away while at the same time, push closer. the sounds your pussy makes as sunghoon quickly moves his fingers are loud and should be embarrassingâ yet all you can think about is how good heâs making you feel and how badly you need to cum.
âhoon, iâ really i canâtâ canât take it!â
âoh youâll take it, bitch. if you want me to fuck you with my cock by the end of this.â
ânoâ yes! please, want your cock!â you blubber, the thought of not getting it making you feel as if you could cry at any moment, that paired with how meanly sunghoon treats your desperate little pussy, fucking it like he wants you to squirt all over the sheetsâ yet refusing to let you.
âiâll be good, hoonie! iâll let you do whatever you want, justâ let me cum!â
the man doesnât say anything, fingers not stopping as you feel his other handâs nails dig into the flesh of your ass again, leaving more claiming cuts into your skin.
âfine, filthy slut. cum.â
the relief and pleasure of finally letting go is too much, your hearing is reduced to a high pitched ringing, and youâre not sure if your eyes are shut or if your vision has blacked out.
when you come back to, youâre on your back, sunghoonâs hands all over your body as the look in his eyes looks like heâs truly lost it.
âhoon, canât,â you pant out as he starts lifting your limp leg to his shoulder.
but he doesnât stop, his frantic movements continue, only looking up at you with pupils you swear are blown out.
âyouâll let me do whatever i want, remember?â he speaks out roughly, his throat scratchy either from eating you out so vigorously or from being so turned on.
âeven if you didnât let me, iâd still do whatever i want with you.â he cruelly chuckles, smirking down at you. the points of his teeth remind you of a wolf.
guess you really are the bunny.
you whimperâ and youâre not sure if itâs from fear or twisted arousal.
tears fill your eyes as you watch sunghoon grab his huge cock, jerking it a few times to spread his cum. (not that he needs toâ you literally just squirted.) you can only imagine how big the stretch will be inside your tiny little pussy to fit his huge girth. youâve taken it before of course, but your insides are crying out in sensitivity, and your head feels foggy, like you could fall back out of consciousness again.
âplease, hoonie, pleaseââ
youâre words are cut off by your own agonized cry as sunghoonâs cock feels like itâs piercing your guts, pushing and pushing until heâs down to the hilt.
then he starts thrusting into you with enough power that it pushes your head against the headboard, your hands moving up to brace yourself as your hiked up leg tightens around his shoulder.
despite everything, you canât help the delirious moan you let out, feeling your pussy ooze more fluids you didnât think you had at this point.
âmy slutty little bunny, huh, y/n?â sunghoon almost coos, if it wasnât for how his teeth are harshly bared.
âmissed my big dick abusing your insides, didnât you, bunny?â
you sob, tears racing down your cheeks as your hole helplessly clenches and suffocates on sunghoonâs huge, unforgiving length.
âadmit it. admit youâre a dirty whore for me.â
âi amâ i am, hoonie!â you pant out breathlessly, each of his bruising thrusts feeling like they punch the breath right out of you. your chest aches from the big gulps of air you take. âmâa whore, such a dirty whore for you, sunghoonâ fuck, please!â
sunghoonâs pants almost match up with your own, his body starting to tremble as he moves to lean down on his elbows against the bed, the new position forcing your leg to stretch even furtherâ causing sunghoonâs cock to ram even deeper inside you.
âyouâre mine. you hear me, bitch? youâre fucking mine! donât ever think iâm gonna let you run away from me again.â
âoh godâ iâm cumming!â you scream, unable to even ask for permission or try to hold back as your body convulses with the waves wracking over your body.
the only thing that keeps the darkened edges of your vision from completely taking over is sunghoonâs dick driving into you, chasing after his own high as your pussy spasms around him. youâre almost too tight, your core literally unable to take his huge size anymore as sunghoon forces his cock in again and again, balls slapping crudely against you.
when he finally busts inside, sunghoon clamps his teeth down on your neck, the sensations overwhelming him as he fucks you full of his cum.
he doesnât pull out, even when your crying doesnât stop, he keeps your poor abused pussy plugged up with his full load by his huge dick.
once sunghoon catches his breath, he glides his tongue across his teeth, curious at the taste of blood in his mouth.
âhoon, you bit me.â you whine, pouting at him as you try to look where his teeth left bloody marks into the junction of your shoulder.
sunghoon sighs, and you can tell by the noise and how his eyes flit over the wound excitedly that it turns him on.
his tongue licks over the bite in apology, cleaning up the blood before pressing little kisses all over it.
âyou make me crazy, bunny.â he whispers lovingly, eventually pulling away from your shoulder to hover above your face.
you stare at each other silently, before you tilt your chin up, begging for a kiss with pouty lips and shiny eyes.
sunghoon smiles, those wolfish teeth still poking through slightly as he leans down to capture you in a slow, passionate kiss.
it tastes like blood and cum.
your blood and cum.
the realization frightens you only a little bit, the stronger emotion being some sort of sick arousal.
sunghoon might be crazy over you, but heâs definitely made you crazy as well.
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