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chris absolutely loves when you kiss his cock before taking him in your mouth, especially when you start at the base and slowly work your way up. the soft pressure of your lips against him makes him so incredibly hard so fast that he feels like he might cum just from that alone. if you fondle his balls while slowly licking a long stripe from base to his leaky tip, he swears he sees stars, especially if you kiss it after. also loves when you take only the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, licking up his precum to tease him, then pull off to kiss his thighs and lower abdomen while stroking him gently. like imagine the pretty faces and sounds he'd make, the way he'd probably toss his head back, chuckling and hissing softly, shivering cause of how good it feels. his eyes roll back so hard when he feels you moan against his cock too. definitely the type to take fistfuls of your hair and thrust up into your mouth a little bit, cause that makes him antsy since it feels so good. when he cums it's such a sight, should be recorded and put in a fuckin' museum, cause he just looks and sounds too good. definitely a back archer and let's out the loudest, prettiest moans and sighs. he'd just be sooo fuckin' vocal. uses his words too cause he can't go without telling you how good you're being for him. "that's it, baby, your pretty lips feel so good 'round my cock. just like that." "gonna cum in that cute lil mouth of yours. you want it, pretty baby?" "god, you're so good at getting me all worked up, know how to tease me just right. should reward you for that later, hmm?"
#how to give chan head: a guide by yours truly#wish i could show a demonstration to make y'all jealous /j#also happy birthday to my husband (real)#skz smut#stray kids smut#bang chan smut#chan smut#stray kids hard thoughts#skz hard thoughts#bangchan smut#skz hard hours#stray kids hard hours#kpop smut#solieverse: planet reverie
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brain will not let me sleep until I say
same age padawans au where theyâve been in a weird wired frenemies thing for ages but now that theyâre both mature adults (all of 24/25 years old) theyâre more friends than enemiesâŠ.
And itâs Obi-Wan that Anakin tells when heâs decided heâs going to leave the Order, not anyone else. He has a wife. There was a pregnancy scare a few weeks ago and it made her want their relationship to stop being a secret so they could really have kids. He has to leave the Order. Doesnât Obi-Wan understand?
Obi-Wan, who has been a little in love with Anakin since they were younglings, does not understand. Not one bit. Instead of wishing him well and helping him pack, he goes to the Council and requests a mission in the Outer RimâŠ.perhaps a month long or moreâŠperhaps undercover? No contact with anyone on Coruscant. And maybe they could assign Anakin Skywalker as his back up? He can help with the undercover aspect.
And at first, Anakin is pissed because he was planning to resign from the Order in the next few days, but Obi-Wan convinces him to go on this mission with himâŠ.one last mission as a Jedi. To say goodbye to the Jedi life.
Obviously, Obi-Wan sort of wants to go on one last mission with Anakin because in his dreams, he wants the mission to go so perfectly that Anakin stays with him the Order. But realistically, he mostly wants to go on this mission to say goodbye to Anakin and then let him go, soaking up all his warmth and light, memorizing every casual touch bestowed on him because he knows theyâre ticking down to the last handful of seconds together.
But then obviously the mission works TOO well and Anakin falls in love with Obi-Wan but doesnât admit to it even to himself before theyâre on the ship about to head back to Coruscant and Anakin realizes he doesnât want to leave this planet because he doesnât want to leave Obi-Wan if it could always be like this so he crashes the ship during take off so they can stay longer because heâs 24 and doesnât know how to handle the immensity of his love except through destruction
#Kitâs silly lil AUs#obikin#I couldnât finish the Democratic fic part today writing was so hard :(#I offer this instead <3#hopefully will get it up tomorrow#but anyway: no physical cheating but probably emotional infidelity as anakin falls in love with obi-wan but doesnât notice#and a lot of pining but being brave about it obi-wan which could also turn into finding his rebound in the outer rim obiwan#which would then turn into seethingly jealous anakin#+ bonus points is that their cover is theyre newly weds#and obi-wan is like <3 you can touch me mister we have an open marriage <3#and this poor guy at the bar is being stared down by a vicious anakin and heâs like uh does your husband knkw that ????#but yeah here for pretty newly knighted obi-wan creating a situation where he gets to feel anakin touch him and kiss him on the cheek#and hold his hand and call him pet names#all the while being convinced that this is all he will ever get so he has to be satisfied with this#that the yearning will stop and he will find comfort in the memory of anakinâs arm around his shoulders once heâs left the order and obiwan#to be with his wife#also obi-wan gets wasted one night and someone asks how they met or when they fell in love#and obi-wan accidentally tells the drunken truth#not the cover story#and it makes anakin go đđ§#but then he gets too drunk and forgets it
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At long last tensimm catboy wedding might finally be completed. although its difficult when i keep getting excited and hitting my leg or needing to lay down
Who wouldn't be excited? This will be the most beautiful cat wedding since Aristocats!!!
#homestly? i'm lowkey jealous of how pretty their outfits are đ„°#thank you so much your drawings always make me smile!#shabby nasty naked little dirtman and his coatless bleeding husband
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Something I've noticed with both versions of Orradiz is that in the early stages of a relationship, he's woefully clueless when it comes to any insecurities of his partner aimed at him. Even when everyone else notices before him.
Nine: Hm? Theron? He's not going to get upset if I have to seduce someone on a mission-- we're spies, he understands.
Theron, one mission later, meeting Kaliyo: that's your EX?!
Nine: oh. (I didn't think he could get jealous).
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Eight: Hm? Jadus? He's in seclusion, don't bother him with trivialities. I can take it from here. There's no need to report on all my activities; i'm sure he doesn't care for the details. (or me).
Watcher 3: ...if you say so, sir.
Jadus, in the middle of buttfuck nowhere: why has he not requested my help. was he not swayed by any of the rewards I could give him. perhaps I was mistaken about the nature of our relationship, as he has not contacted me in many moons. if he is not interested in my power, nor my wealth, I will have to be bolder.
#swtor#jadorre#thorre#like clockwork history repeats#this has happened twice now with my friends going uhhhhh when i first went theron? jealous? no way#it's so funny how utilitarian orre is so both his LIs end up going over the top with making their feelings known and it embarrasses him#theron with kissing him for 5 whole minutes in front of the entire alliance and jadus with everything he does out of sheer generosity#like the wealth is a big fucking deal but EVEN TAKING CARE OF HIS PEOPLE?#that is...so thoughtful#gifts to your bridegroom's family like 500 cows to show off your worth as a future husband#oc: orradiz#his tsun self being wooed is so much fun though. bless
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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
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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.
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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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you try not to get jealous. it does you no good. but sometimes you get a little miffed when it comes to how women treat your husband, arranged!gojo.
you see how the women giggle at him, how they bite their lips whenever he walks by. you see them giggle to each other, the way they try to catch his attention.
and though most ladies of the high society act this way, some of the servants around the estate, the women of the town, and others behave like this too.
they act as if heâs not married, as if that ring on his hand is purely for decoration. and sure, maybe a couple months ago it was for show but now things have changed and you donât appreciate those ladies all that much.
and gojo notices.
he knows youâre getting better at talking to him about what ails you, but he also knows that itâs a a lot to get used to at once. he sees the way you tense up at their whispers, the glares you throw their way when you hear his name in their conversation. he understands because heâs the same as you, his feelings mirroring yours.
so he decides to comfort your worries a bit indirectly.
âwhatâŠâ you whip your head around as gojo stops at a random spot in one of the hallways, taking you away from your tea time with shoko as he fails to give any explanation for his hurried responses, âwhat are you doing? you have that meeting with your counsel and-â
âmissed you,â is all heâs able to say as he slams his lips onto yours, earning a surprised yelp in response.
your back hits against the stone wall, one of his hands against your head to protect it from bumping back as your gasp in surprise, letting him slide his tongue in your mouth as he sloppily kisses your lips.
âsatoru, w-wait,â you try to stop yourself from whining out loud, your fingers cuing into his artic strands as his hands move down to hold your waist, âitâs daytime, p-people, people can comeâŠâ you canât speak anymore because he doesnât let you, lips slotting against each others as your eyes screw shut, heartbeat in your throat as he hands squeeze as your skin.
âi missed you,â he just repeats, nipping slightly at your bottom lip as you mewl, feeling his lips trail down your chin to your throat as you tilt you head upwards to give him a better angle.
you almost want to laugh because itâs only been hours since youâve seen each other, but for gojo it feels like days since heâs seen you.
you peek slightly too look at him, see the way his lips attack your skin, sucking and biting, surely leaving marks as he makes his way down. you love the way his hair is slightly wavy, most likely from his bath after sparring.
youâre almost too intoxicated from his feverish kisses to notice the sounds of incoming footsteps, but the loud overbearing giggles is what pulls you back to reality.
you tense up, scrambling to push him away from you but he wonât budge. if anything, he seems to be motivated, moving back up to your lips to steal your words away.
ât-thereâs people coming!â you try to warn him but he doesnât seem to care, his blue eyes gleaming with a different look as your whine from one of his hands moving upwards to your chest, giving one of your breasts a light squeeze.
âso?â he murmurs, lips hovering against the corners of yours as his brow cocks upwards.
you go to say something else but he tilts your chin upwards to meet him, one hand balancing on the wall behind you, one on your hip, his hair messy from your fingers gripping at him.
you donât feel like moving, too drunk off of him to even notice the ladies as they round the corner, not looking their way as you hear their squeals of shock, the way they try to hurriedly leave.
you glance slightly to the right as gojo moves back down to your neck to get a look at them, your fingers still tangled in his hair, one hand draped over his neck, squinting slightly as you remember their faces from last week, when you overheard them talking about your husband.
thereâs a slight tilt in your lips as you hear their scrambled apologies, the way they try to leave as fast as they can. you try not to gloat too much in their looks of envy and jealousy.
and if you focused just enough, you could feel the smile on his lips.
âyou missed me?â you ask a little breathless, a coy tilt to your voice.
âso much,â he mumbles as he glances up at you from his white lashes, his pupils blown wide, lips messy with spit, red and swollen as he presses a slopping kiss to the slight skin showing of your chest.
âyouâre so immature,â you chide, trying to look away, the hide the bashfulness in your face but his hand cups your jaw, pulling your face back down to see his.
âthey had to see for themselves,â he tells you, his voice wavering on something darker, âhad to see who the only lady gojo is.â
and you smile, eyes a little hazy as your fingers slightly tug on his soft strands, reveling in the way his eyes roll back and his lips find their way back up to yours.
yeah jealousy wasnât the best. but thank the gods your husband was just as petty as you.
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Oh God. You were going to die. This was it. It wasn't demons or Muzan that take you in the end. It was your damn husband and his insatiable lust and stamina.
Lying face down on the bed, you panted against the mattress, your face a mess of tears and sweat, hair sticking to your forehead, eyes rolled up and cheeks painted a bright red. Behind you, tugging at his cock and eager for round...whatever the next number- was your husband.
Maybe you shouldn't have riled him up the way you did. You know how possessive he can be so why on Earth did you purposefully get him jealous by flirting with another man? Oh, right. Because you wanted to get fucked rougher. Well, you got what you wanted and now you're going to die.
You jumped as you felt the familiar sensation of a fat cock press against your entrance, your stuffed cunt instantly begging for mercy. You swore that if he fucked you one more time- made you cum one more time- filled you with his seed even one more time- you'd see the pearly white gates call for you.
You gripped onto the bedsheets and pulled yourself away, your body working on autopilot as your husband had successfully fucked the brain cells out of you. You heard him chuckle as you tried to crawl away, your body feeling like jelly, your arms and legs numb and barely capable of getting you to the edge of the bed before:
A pair of hands grabbed you by the hips and dragged you back, laughing at your whine of protest. Uzui reeled his hand back and smacked you across your already beaten ass before he spread your legs and gave an equally painful spank to your pussy, making you scream. "Now, what made you think that was a smart idea? Try running away again and see what happens."
Obanai lets you think you escaped before he grabbed you by the ankles, ignoring your cries as he pulled you back towards him. He flipped you onto your back like you weighed nothing, making you squeal as he took a nipple between his fingers and twisted, your back arching off the bed. "Are you trying to piss me off even more?"
Just as you reached the edge of the bed, wondering if you could make it, you felt Rengoku press himself against your back and- oh- fuck! He slid right inside you! You gasped as the man pushed his cock in with one fell swoop, taking your breath away as he instantly started moving his hips, preferring to fuck you where you were instead of dragging you back. "Get comfortable, baby. I'm not done with you."
Sanemi caught you the second you tried to move, simply reaching forward to grab a fistful of your hair and pull harshly. You yelped as your neck was forced to snap back, your back arching as your husband pulled at your hair, his other hand looping to the front to grab you by the neck before he leaned towards your ear and growled: "I'm going to give you a choice. I can fuck you here, on the bed, or I chase you and fuck you where I catch you and trust me, I won't be as nice."
Gyomei didn't say anything, even as you got off the bed and onto your wobbly feet. You wondered if you could just leave when he said, in his booming voice: "Are you sure that's what you want to do?" You froze, body trembling. Why was one sentence enough for you to rethink your whole lives decisions? You didn't know what Gyomei meant by it, but you knew it probably wouldn't be fun. With a gulp, you climbed back onto the bed before getting in front of your husband. You spread your legs wide as you lay down in front of him, reaching down to grab at his fat cock and press it against your entrance. The man smiled as he slowly started to sink inside your familiar heat. "Good girl."
Giyuu grabbed you by the legs and pulled you back while also changing his own position. To your horror, you found yourself slung over his knee, a predicament you just experienced an hour before which was why your ass was a bright red already. You started apologizing profusely, kicking your legs like a toddler but your husband simply ignored your pleas and held you down, the task quite easy for him even if one arm of his was free to do the spanking. "It seems one round wasn't enough to discipline you. Guess we have to go again."
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He turns on your small vibrator, climbing onto your bed. Staring down at you with stunning forest green eyes. âThis is what you got to replace me?â You hate how much you love the sight of his massive chest, cocky smirk and thick thighs.
Tojiâs cock hangs and lightly sways as he comes closer. You want to him to stretch you out and fill you up. Make you his dumb cock drunk mess who only whines for more.
Ignoring your better judgment to kick your ex back out. You spread your legs, showing Toji how wet your soft cunt is for him. âIt makes me cum without beinâ an cold hearted asshole.â You voice isnât firm like you want. Itâs trembling from four months of pent up frustration meeting your desperate anticipation.
The smirk in his face drops a little. âDeserved that.â His smirk softens to a charming smile. âLemme make it up to ya mama.â He spits on your clit, stroking you with the pulsing toy. Nudging your soft wet cunt with two thick fingers slowly gliding them in.
âI been missing seeing your sweet cunt stretch for me. You feel so soft, wet nâ warm wanna feel ya cumming on my cock. Nothing else gets me off like seeing you soak my cock.â Stroking your sweet spot, focusing on you making you cum quickly.
Closing your eyes moaning, clenching his thick fingers, digging your heels into the bed. Youâre lost in the immense relief, muffling your moans with your hand.
Toji pouts, âLook at me beautiful lil mama.â Pumping his fingers faster, adding more pressure to your clit with the toy.
âLetâs make a bet, if I make you cum harder with your toy then you can I win.â The pleasure is intense with the toy pulsing on your soft clit and his fingers working magic. He isnât playing fair, using his knowledge of your body against you.
Whimpering, âJust tell me you need money.â Heâs gaze is too intense, closing your eyes. Biting your lip trying to muffle your cries refusing to give Toji more satisfaction.
Keeping his pace steady, coaxing you towards cumming on his fingers. âI do want money but not from you. What I need is for ya to look at me. Wanna see the look in beautiful eyes when you cum.â
His cheeks flush pink, dripping his voice low whining. âPlease.â It shoves you over the edge. Your soaking wet, sensitive cunt spasms, the vibrations on your sensitive clit becoming too much.
âSince Iâm winning I wanna take ya out to dinner.â Biting your soft tight, the sweet pain adding at the intense pleasure. âI missed ya sweet tits, squishy thighs, soft stomach, and soaking wet cunt.â
You already came, you couldn't, not again so quickly. Yet youâre quivering, eyes watering, your moans getting louder. Toji muffles your cry with his lips
Rentlessly fucking your sensitive, sloppy wet cunt in a squirting mess, soaking the bed. He doesn't stop, fucking you through your high.
Itâs too much yet you want more. You want to feel Tojiâs thick cock twitching, his veins pulse seconds before he cums in you. Tears trickle down the side of your face.
Toji breaks away, smirking, âYouâre so breathtaking tremblinâ nâ nearly crying cause the pleasure is too much. I've barely done anything and your soaking the bed. Shows how badly she needs me.â He sits up, turning the toy off tossing it aside.
Grabbing himself slapping your cunt with his heavy cock. Jerking your hips back, reflexivly trying to close your legs to escape the overstimulating stinging slaps. He croons, âIs it too much for your poor little cunt?â Dragging himself himself between your lips, running away when he nudges your sensitive clit.
Whimpering, âYes but I want more, please daddy fuck me with your fat cock.â He flips you over, putting your ass up in the air. Lining himself up, gliding just his fat tip admiring how you stretch to take him. âOr should I call it mine?â You can't wait any long, pushing your hips back taking his cock.
âNnn fuck thatâs it mama fuck yourself with my cock. How good does it feel? Does it make you feel like a whore to fuck yourself like this? Using my cock like a toy.â He groans, it's a deep sound youâve been missing.
He grabs your hips, meeting your hips with a harsh thrust. Stroking your sweet spot making your eyes roll back. He leans over you, pinning you down with some of his weight.
Youâre clawing at the sheets unable to run away. âCome on lilâ mama give me another chance.â
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Heâs in the shirtless. You want to fondle, squeeze, and bite his thick chest. Let your hands wonder down his beautifully sculpted body. You could dig your nails into his broad shoulders, spread your legs and take best cock you've had again.
You know how pleasurable itâs to be underneath and on top of him. Which makes not touching him for the past few months even worse. Finding someone that does it like Satoru is impossible.
âGot my shirt going in the washer with some of your clothes. Ya mind if I crash here for the night? Itâs gonna be late by the time itâs dry.â Your brain freezes, and youâre thinking only with your cunt.
Youâre caught, weakly snapping, âFuck you for being hot.â Youâre missing his warm, large hands groping your body, fingering your cunt. His soft warm lips peppering kisses like heâs worshiping you.
Satoru's pecs are fuller, and his arms are thicker, with two extra veins running down his forearms. When did he get this big?
He croons, âCareful sweetheart.â Grabbing the top of the doorway, filling it up, showing his size off, smirking. âIf your date from last they knew how badly you want to fuck your hot baby daddy what would they think?â Youâre stuck on his happy trail dipping into his jeans.
He hooks his thumb into his jeans. You rip your gaze away, cheeks burning, your cunt soaking your panties. "It was a second date so itâs none of their concern.â He steps closer, dipping his head down.
Leaning your head back, closing your eyes. âItâs not serious yet then good.â Opening your eyes, your body engulf by heat. The cocky smirk on his lips is infuriating.
He walks past you, standing in your bedroom door. âWhy do you think you can help yourself to my room?â He turns around, his expression is cold, angry. It shouldnât make you so horny.
Is he jealous?
He motions with two fingers, âTonight itâs our room ya can fuck me for being irritatingly hot and Iâll show you who is better.â You follow him into your bedroom, closing and locking the door behind.
You suggest, âNâ if you fail to be better in bed?â Another Satoru grabs your hair from behind shoving you towards the original.
Nudging your lips with his thick fingers, gagging you when you part your lips. âThank fucking god these walls are proofed imma make you moan my name like a prayer. Iâm gonna have you cry out calling me god and worshipinâ my cock by the time were done.â Squeezing your neck, grabbing your tongue pulling out out to spit on it.
Stuffing your tongue back in with his long fingers. He unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down with his underwear, getting out his long, veiny cock.
Gliding his fingers out of your mouth, Satoru smears his spit on his cock. You wrap your fingers around him, smear his pre-cum with your thumb. Swirling your fist sliding your hand down his cock.
The clones lifts you off the ground, lining his cock up with your soft lips. Rocking his hips, grinding his warm, hard cock along your soft lips, softly stroking your sensitive clit.
Satoru loosens his grasp around your neck. âStupid beautiful slut you brought him back here fucked him in what was our bedroom.â The clone Satoru pulls you back by your hips to meet his thrust. âLike your cunt doesnât belong to me.â He grabs your thighs spreading you in a mating press.
Satoru groans at the sight your soft wet cunt taking his cloneâs cock. âYou wore this dress for him too.â He rips the front, smirking. He slips his blindfold off, tossing it on the bed. His eyes are cold, hard with intense jealousy youâve never seen before.
You canât glare up at him for ripping your dress. Unable to get mad with his cock stirring your guts up with each merciless, quick, deep stroke. Heâs fucking a confession out of you. âGot it with you in mind. Knew it was something you liked to see on me.â
âItâs something I love seeing on you. It looks so much better like this, ripped with it bunched around your hips for you to take my cock.â You canât focus on stroking his cock anymore. Youâre too lost in the sweet pleasure of your needy, wet cunt stretching to take his long cock with itâs toe curling thickness.
Letting your thighs go when the clones grabs your thighs. He sits down, man spreading, spitting into his palm stroking himself. âTell me lil baby mama whose fucking your sweet cunt in a sloppy wet mess?â
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Glancing Sukunaâs lips, he grabs your neck pulling you in close. His lips are so soft despite the roughness in his passionate hungry kiss. Slipping his hand up your dress squeezing your thigh digging in his nails. He slips his tongue in when you whine.
Dragging his nails up your thigh, squeezing your ass, lifting you off your feet. You wrap your legs around his waist. Desperately trying to keep from moaning into Sukunaâs hungry passionate kiss.
Heâs hands and lips feel better than you recall, better then when you touch yourself at night. You missed his cocks, his deep groans, all four of his large hands fondling, restraining and playing with your fragile body pushing you to the point of breaking.
Carrying you through the hallway, closing the door locking it behind himself. Pinning you to the wall, dragging his nails up your thighs, fondling your ass.
He breaks the kiss, yanking your head aside by your hair. Biting your neck, you moan from the sweet pain. Using the second you steady to croon, âAw you jealous Sukuna? Chased my date off.â
Rolling his crimson eyes Sukuna scoffs, âHe isnât enough for ya lil mama. And by the way you were undressing me from across the room I didnât think you would mind.â His lips stretch into a cocky smirk that makes your cunt throb.
âYouâre suck a rude slut with a broken lil cunt that craves both my cocks.â You want to sit on his face and cum till youâre trembling.
You plead with Sukuna, âCan you please?â Trailing kisses along his jawline, dragging your nails along his scalp. You bite his neck, he tilts his head to the side biting into his bottom lip. He moans from you sucking on the soft spot on his neck.
Stepping away from the wall, tugging you off his body dropping you onto your bed. He demands, âSay your a whore who thinks whose greedy lol cunt loves my monster cocks nâ Iâll fuck you stupid.â
Dragging his fingers along the inside of your thigh stopping shy of your cunt. Waiting for you to admit, âIâm your filthy whore who canât stop thinking with her needy cock hungry cunt. Need ya to fuck me stupid please my King.â He bites his lip, his breath hitching.
âI need your cocks please no one else can compare to you. You make me cum so hard I canât think straight or walk. Wanna be fucked into a stupid cum stuffed slut!â Lightly stroking your clit through your underwear. grinding your hips.
He croons, âThatâs it! I missed hearing you beg. When I think my cock canât get any harder, itâs almost hurtin.â Fondling himself through his pants, groaning.
âPlease take my underwear off. Please my king!â Slipping his finger underneath your underwear. It shouldn't feel so good to have his finger brush your lips but your cunt is clenching.
He groans, âFuck princess your so damn beautiful, makinâ you my baby mama only made you hotter. That makes you my Queen, my personal cumdump.â Transforming quickly. Heâs twice your height and beautifully monstrous with four muscular arms, a mouth stretching across his hard abs. His dark pants outlining his hard cocks.
Unbutton his pants and freeing his cock with a loud sigh. Kicking his pants aside. Massaging his balls, admiring the sight of you laying down in bed with your dress pushed up and legs spread. Your soft cunt soaking wet for him.
Leaning over you, forcing you to look up, grabbing your hands pinning them above your head. Sukuna he slaps your cunt. âThis is mine! Itâs always been mine!â You reflexively jerk away from the intense sweet sting.
Sukuna yanks you back into place, pinning your legs open. Slapping your cunt again, licking your clit with his stomachâs tongue. Stroking your soft numb quickly, easing the stinging, gliding one thick finger one.
Curling it, remember how your sweet cunt likes it. Massaging your soft spot with the perfect speed and pressure reducing you to a moaning quivering mess, clenching his finger.
The sound proof bedroom containing your loud needy cries. âI miss how you double stuff me. Please, pleaseplease pleaseplease!â Your words are slurring together. His thick fingers are three of your combined, stretching your soft cunt out.
âI know lilâ mama no one can fuck ya like I can. It was a matter of time till ya missed me.â Youâre creaming on his fingers too quickly. You shouldnât be able to. Yet your cunt is clenching and creaming on his fingers.
Your cheeks burning. âDid you cuming so easily?â He smirk grows, âThat barely more than a minute, you havenât been treating her right.â His tongue strokes your puffy clit faster.
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Suguru walking in on you pleasing yourself would probably go something likeâŠ
âWell, shit. Didnât know I had such a slut for a wife,â Heâd comment mere seconds after walking in on you.
Youâd be laying on your stomach, back arched, knees bent, legs spread, and a hand in between your legs as you fuck a rather lengthy dildo into your sloppy cunt. Your husband, who you werenât expecting to be home so soon, seems anything but surprised to catch you like this.
If anything, Geto barely tilts his head as he approaches the bed and then cracks a smirk, âLook at this pussy⊠fuuck, sheâs drippinâ all over the place. All because of some stupid toy?â As he makes his comments, heâs unbuckling his belt and tossing it to the side.
âSuguu⊠Sânot âcause of the toy,â You huff out with a pout, shamelessly staring at your husband as you continue pleasing yourself. âI missed you.â
âYeah? YâMissed me baby?â Heâd tease, not even bothering to take his shirt off as he canât help but reach forward and swat your hand away from the toy stuffed inches inside your cunt. Heâd purposefully drag the item out of you, listening to that filthy squelch before brining it to his mouth and licking your taste off. âMmh. Couldnât even wait fâme, huh? Were you missinâ me or my cock, princess?â
You let out a heavy sigh and wiggle your hips back a bit, begging for him to give you something-, anything, âBoth Suguru.â
âNeedy ass girl,â Heâd scoff in response.
Heâs actually rather kind when he catches you pleasing yourself. Which is how and why you ended up with his cock inside you not too long after heâs come home.
Geto doesnât really like knowing you were getting off without him but at the same time, something about coming home to you whining his name as you imagined he was fucking you instead of some toy kinda turned him on. He wondered how often you did this kinda thing.
And so he decides to ask you while heâs stuffing your cunt full of his thick cock, âYou fantasize about me often, baby?â He hushes out to you, staring so deep into your eyes that it makes you feel embarrassed all over. His tone is so soft and loving with you too that it just makes you shudder beneath him as if heâs not fucking you at such a merciless pace right mow.
All you can do is nod as your jaw hangs open, âUhuh⊠mmgh, I-, hah, think about you a-ah, all the t-time, Sugu.â Your words come out in between moans but that only fuels his arousal.
The way his lips curve into that knowing little smirk has your nails scraping against his back before he lets out a low hiss. âFuck. You imagine my cockâs inside you when mânot even here?â Geto asks rhetorically before shifting his hips and hitting that one mushy spot inside you, âYou replay our moments together, huh? Maybe we should record it one time so you have somethinâ better to get off to.â
Your legs squeeze around his waist and he notices your back arching up off of the bed. Geto thrusts in harder and faster, eager to watch your face twist up the same way it was moments ago before heâd caught youâ heâd never let you feel that euphoric sensation more with some toy instead of his cock. Not that heâs jealous, of courseâŠ
âS-Sugu,â You choke out with how rough his hips grow against yours.
His head tips down into the crook of your neck and you can feel his fat cockhead knocking deeper and deeper into your sopping walls as his strokes become more calculated-, passionate almost. âMhm, I know baby, I know,â He coos against your skin, his breath hot and tone almost hoarse, âMâright here,â God, his gentleness was a complete contrast to those mean hips of his.
Even the way his hands traced along your arms in search of your hand to grab had you so utterly weak.
âYâmissed this right?â Geto whispers hotly as he shifts his lips up to the crown of your ear, âMissed how I treat this pussy, huh?â
Your neck arches as you toss your head back and you feel his fingers squeeze onto one of your hands whilst he presses it down into the mattress. Moaning quiet little babbles in agreement to his soft-spoken yet lewd words, your cunt gushes around his aching cock, almost invitingly encouraging him to continue talking like that.
And who is he to ignore such encouragement? Pressing against your ear again, he starts fucking you a little slower but noticeably harder, âAgh⊠Missed you too, pretty girl. Hah, missed how she,â He emphasizes that word with a heavier thrust, âTakes me so fuckinâ well-, shit.â
Then he moans into your ear and you think you cum at the sound alone. So clear and provocative, echoing in your ear and making your mind go blissfully blank. âHa-ah⊠ngh, Suguru, I⊠mmh..â You moan as his cock splits you open so deliciously.
Hell, thatâs all you could do. Geto weighs his body down against you, pinning you to the mattress completely as he drags his cock almost all the way out of your twitching pussy just to give you a seconds rest. Not that it really helped as he slipped his dick right back into you, his jaw dropping and a filthy moan leaving his wet lips at the way your cunt feels so utterly soaked and warm wrapped around his cock.
Geto swears he could fuck you like this for hours and hours and hours but heâs too eager to see other things.
âGonna have tâshow me how you fuck yourself one of these days, love.â He huffs out breathlessly between thrusts.
You quickly start shaking your head at thatâlost between reaching your high and processing his words, âN-NoâŠâ
âNo? Oh câmon,â He puts on this pout to mock you, âYou donât wanna show me? Weâre married⊠Iâve shown you how I touch myself when youâre not around, why canât you do the same, hm?â
âSâembarrassingâŠâ You mumble with your lower lip poking out so deliciously that it makes your husband smirk.
âAw, itâs embarrassing?â He teases, âBaby, I like it when youâre embarrassed. Plus, you looked so fuckinâ cute tryinâ to fuck yourself without me. Couldâ barely take that piece of plastic ând itâs smaller than my cock.â
âSugu-â
âMâjust sayinââŠâ He shrugs, âI want you to put on a lilâ show fâme. You can do that canât you?â Youâre shaking your head all over again and he frowns, âNo? But baby,â His body presses down against you as if to emphasize his words and you could feel his tip pressing into your sweet spot, âCâmon, donât make me beg for it.â
âI-IâŠâ Youâre left stuttering and moaning as your eyes travel to the back of your skull, âAh, Suguru-, mghâŠâ
âOr would you rather me demand it, huh? Should I tell you youâre gonna show me what you were doinâ with that toy before I got here?â Geto pants into your ear, his lips brushing against your warm skin as you nod frantically in response. âYeahhh? Alright then, gimme one more ând then youâll put on a lilâ show for me, âkay?â
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tags: crack, fluff, jealous!reader, dad!gojo, baby gojo, mentions of pregnancy / birth, gojo only is obsessed with you dw
You really donât mean to get jealous.
You really donât.
What is there to be jealous of? These random girls hitting on your gorgeous husband as he pushes your baby in his stroller. You can understandâif they didnât see the obvious ring glinting in the bright daylight.
But they obviously did. And yet they still were still fluttering their eyelashes, and trying to ask for his number. Youâre not the jealous type â well not this much. But still coming down from the mix of hormones from childbirth, you couldnât help it.
You snapped.
You strode over, tossing your things you had picked up onto the rack again, âSatoru?â
And he turns, a grin on his lips at your presence, but he doesnât expect your hand darting out and grabbing him by his face, much to the shock of the two girls.
âEhhh?â
Your glare makes them stammer in place, âMine,â and your fingers are pressed to satoruâs lips and his lips curls before a soft kiss are pressed to them.
âYou heard her,â he adds, as his fingers intertwined with the ones on his face, kissing your knuckles this time, âIâm taken,â
And the girls donât apologize, scurrying away as you scowl after them, a snort from your husband drawing your attention.
âWhat?â
His gaze gleams with mischief, the very same that made you fall for him, âIâm yours, huh?â
âYeah, so what?â You grumble, cheeks burning, and heâs chuckling, an arm slinking around your waist, âwhy were you talking to them anyway?â
âThey were just asking for directionsââ and you stare up at him, gaping in horror.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â And heâs grinning, shrugging.
âHow many chances do I get to see my gorgeous wife claim me in a crowded mall? It was so hot,â and youâre leaning into his touch, pressing a kiss to his lips.
âYou know what else is hot?â And he hums.
âSleeping with the baby in his room,â and youâre gone, walking off, as your husband chases after you with the stroller.
Satoru only manages to convince you to let him back in when you see the dark bags under his eyes the next morning.
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âłËËËAlastor x Wife!ReaderËËË âŽ
â Summary: Lucifer gets a little too brazen with Alastor's darling wife. Guess the Ruler of Hell would just have to learn a lesson about who you belong to.
â Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, jealous!alastor, soft comforting shower sex, knotting, alastor has a tail, consent, making out, soft kisses, biting, marking kink, alstor laps up the readers blood because he bites a liiiitle too hard, creampie, banter between alastor and lucifer, as well as banter between the reader and angel
â Word Count: 1,972
Alastor was quite the jealous type.Â
You were his wife in life and death. To say he was protective of you was an understatement. So, it only made sense that Alastor would lose his composure when the ruler of hell himself arrived at the Hazbin Hotel.Â
Lucifer was a rather charming man, but you were spoken for. So when he grasped your hand and placed a chaste kiss on the back of your palm, your hand yanked away in the blink of an eye. You could have sworn you heard a crackling growl escape your husband's lips as he watched Lucifer offer you a lustful gaze-Â and that was simply unacceptable.Â
"I see you've met my wife!" Alastor let out a forced chuckle as he looped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side. You let out a sigh of relief. All thanks to your husband's rescue. Lucifer gave Alastor a pointed look before he blurted out, "You're joking... right?" He scoffed.Â
Your face scrunched up in anger at Lucifer's rude remark. "Oh, he's as serious as a heart attack." You spat, snaking your own arm around Alastor's back. You squeezed his waist, a habit of yours that let your dear husband know when you were livid.Â
"But- look at you! You're gorgeous, sweetheart, and he's just... freaky." You were about to snap back before your husband's maniacal laughter tore through the room. "Ha Ha! That's rich coming from the short stack!" Alastor quipped, grip tensing around your waist. Lucifer's chest puffed up in defense before he let out an airy laugh.Â
"Aha! The height I lack up here, I surely make up for below the belt! Maybe I can show your wife sometime." Lucifer shot you a playful wink, causing your face to scrunch up in disgust. Alastor tensed beside you before he let out another forced laugh, ducking low to get in Lucifer's face. "Ha Ha! Fuck you." Your husband spat, voice missing its usual radio static tone.Â
Before the situation could escalate further, Charlie intervened. Pushing her father away from the tense atmosphere while mouthing a sympathetic "Sorry!" your way. The aura in the room was stiff. You could certainly cut the tension with a butter knife. "Damn, smiles! Looks like lil' Luci himself has got eyes for your girl!" Angel stated before taking a swig of his cocktail.Â
You turned your head in Angel's direction. Shooting him a warning glare. The last thing you wanted was for Angel to get caught in the crossfire of your husband's anger. Alastor remained quiet before he slowly began walking toward the staircase. You could tell he was seething with how his ears twitched atop his head. Your husband flickered up the steps without a word, making you worry.Â
"Damn it, Angel! You knew he was pissed enough as is, no need to poke the bear!" You sighed, rubbing your temples as you made your way over to the bar. Husk poured you a drink, shaking his head in agreement. "Dont'cha mean poke the deer?" Angel chuckled, patting your back in a lighthearted manner. Husk cursed under his breath at Angel's remark.Â
"Cut that shit out, or he'll put you on his next fuckin' broadcast," Husk grumbled, cleaning a glass with a worn-down rag. You sipped your drink before rubbing your temples once more, shaking your head in annoyance. "I should probably go check in on him..." You spoke to yourself before turning on your heel, waving a small goodbye to your two good buddies.Â
"She's in for a loooong night!" Angel giggled, causing Husk to flick his forehead as a warning to "Shut the fuck up."
You took a breath before carefully opening your shared bedroom door. "Darling?" You called out, descending further into the space as you scanned the room for your husband. You peacefully made steps toward your private bathroom, having heard the shower running from beyond the door. To your luck, the door was left unlocked, making it easy for you to slip inside.Â
The bathroom was full of steam as your eyes trailed to the red tufts of hair reflecting through the clear glass shower door. Alastor heard you come in, but he still remained silent. Trying his best to cool off. He hated losing his composure more than anything. Carefully, you began ridding yourself of your garments, leaving your clothes in a pile beside Alastor's. You slid the glass door open, stepping into the shower with your husband.Â
Alastor's ears were pinned against his head as he stood underneath the shower head, allowing the water to cascade down his face. His back was toward you. Your husband's hands were placed in front of him on the cold tiles. Keeping him stabilized. "Al, my love? Is it alright if I touch you?" You whispered softly from where you stood behind him. A moment passed before he nodded in agreement, still remaining silent.Â
Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him. Allowing your hands to caress his midsection all the way up his chest. You rested your head in between his shoulder blades, pressing your chest flush against his back. Alastor let out a deep sigh, your touch bringing him much-needed comfort. "That impudent man.." Your husband muttered, ears twitching in annoyance as he did so. You rubbed circles into his chest, placing gentle kisses against his back.Â
"He's a jerk, Al. I'm all yours, forever and always," Your lips curled into a smile toward the end of your sentence as you felt his tail wagging, brushing against your lower tummy. Your husband's shoulders eased up from your words. He let out a breath before turning on his heel. Alastor's hands immediately cupped your face, doubling over to capture your lips with his. Your eyes fluttered shut, hands rubbing your husband's sides lovingly as your mouths molded perfectly against one another.Â
Your shared embrace lasted a few beats longer before your husband pulled back, half-lidded crimson eyes gazing down at you. "Indeedy, my doe. You're all mine! I suppose I'll have to make it evident to the short stack... and anyone else who dares to court you." His voice dipped low; as did his wandering hands. Alastor's pointed nails dug into the back of your thighs as he hoisted you up. On instinct, your legs wrapped around his slender waist.Â
A pleasant gasp escaped you as you felt your husband's hard length brush against your core. Alastor let out a deep growl against the nape of your neck as he nipped at the sensitive flesh there. "Alastor..." You whined. Tipping your head back so your husband could have better access. A shiver ran down your spine when your back collided with the cool tile walls. Alastor bit a little too harshly between the juncture of your throat and shoulder.Â
A bit of blood trickled down your collarbone, but your husband was quick to lap it up. A deep groan from him sent a rush of heat down to your core. "Divine, my little doe. Absolutely delectable," Alastor mumbled against your sternum before one of his hands slipped between your bodies. He rubbed the flushed tip of his cock between your folds, groaning at the feeling of your slick. "May I, my darling?" Alastor whispered, lips ghosting over yours as he waited patiently for your approval.
"Yes, please..." You sighed, burying your hands into his soaked two-toned locks. Your husband slowly pushed himself past the tight ring of your pussy. Capturing your lips at the same time, drinking up all of your moans as he stretched you open. Your eyes rolled back into your head when Alastor bottomed out inside you. Slowly, you caressed his sensitive ears. Pride pooled in your chest when your husband twitched wildly inside you from the gesture.Â
Your lips pulled back from his when Alastor began thrusting into you. His movements were sharp but shallow, not wanting to pull back more than he had to from the warmth of your pussy. Your husband's head fell forward, forehead resting flush against your shoulder. Alastor groaned against your damp skin as your walls clenched tightly around his throbbing cock. All you could do was moan in pleasure as your husband fucked into you perfectly.Â
"Mine, all mine..." Alastor huffed out before suckling at the base of your neck. You could feel your husband's knot begin to swell inside you as your own release approached rapidly. Apsentmindly, Alastor's thumb dipped between your bodies. He rubbed at your clit expertly as he jackhammered up into you. Your legs tightened around his waist as the coil within your tummy was only moments from snapping. "I'm yours, all yours..."Â
Your words sent Alastor over the edge. He moaned loudly into your neck as his hips stilled, emptying his load deep inside you. The feeling of your husband cumming inside you was enough to trigger your own orgasm. Alastor hissed as he felt your pussy gush around his cock, squeezing him like a vise. After a few moments, you felt Alastor's knot begin to deflate. Allowing his now softening cock to slip out of your inviting heat. "You truly are just darling. How did I get so lucky?" Alastor chuckled as he lifted his head to gaze into your eyes.Â
A bashful smile crossed your features as Alastor slowly lowered your thighs from off his waist. Being sure to hold your hips, stabilizing your trembling legs. "Oh, hush! I'm the lucky one." You giggled, untangling your hands from his hair. Allowing your palms to cup his face, pulling him down for a chaste kiss. Alastor kept his eyes open as you kissed, admiring your lovely visage. After a moment, you pulled back, nuzzling your nose into his. "Now, let's get washed up before heading back out there, yeah?"Â
Alastor and you emerged from the room a little while later. Meeting up with the group from where they gathered in the foyer. Charlie cheerfully waved you and your husband over, and you didn't miss the way Lucifer scowled at Alastor. "We were wondering where you lovebirds wandered off to," Vaggie stated, scooting over on the couch to allow you both to sit. Swiftly, Alastor sat on the sofa before pulling you into his lap. A smile etched into your face as your husband's arms looped around your frame, large palms caressing the tops of your thighs.Â
You heard Lucifer grumble under his breath from the public display of affection. Your friends, on the other hand, had their jaws on the floor. Alastor rarely showed his physical admiration toward you in front of them. So, to say they were shocked was an understatement. "Told ya they snuck away to fuck! Look at her neck, haha- Husk! You owe me that hundred bucks," Angel blurted out. Laughing his ass off. Heat rushed to your face from your friend's crass words. Alastor, on the other hand, glared at Lucifer. His smile stretched from ear to ear as the ruler of hell fumed.Â
"Angel-! Husk-?! You made a bet on whether or not Alastor and I would... ah, you fuckers!" Embarrassment flooded your entire being, hands darting up to cover your face. Alastor let out a loud chuckle from your adorable reaction. "No, toots. We're not the fuckers! You're the one who got fucked, aha!" You quickly got up from your spot atop Alastor's lap, storming over to Angel. "Husk, you're next!" You shouted, chasing Angel around the lobby. "Leave me out of this! That dumbass wouldn't shut up until I accepted the bet." Husk grumbled, not entertaining the bullshit.Â
All the while, Alastor was giving Lucifer a sharp look with that shit-eating grin still illuminating his features. "As you can see, there's no need for you to show my wife your little chum below the belt. My darling is more than satisfied in my care!"
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CANâT TOUCH ME LIKE GOJO
what gojo does when heâs jealous
cw - gojo uses red as a punishment, smut, jealousy, possessiveness, riding, teasing, kinda toxic gojo idk, bratty reader, rough gojo
Gojo was making you mad, beyond livid. He had brought you to this stuffy gala full of his balding colleagues and ditched you! You found solace in the bar holding an aperol spritz staring at your husband. He was beautifully dressed cream suit with a million dollar smile as he talks to his coworkers about business.
He hasnât even thrown you a glance since he left your side. Normally you would still be next to him acting as arm candy but for whatever reason he left you to drink your sorrows. You assumed you would be stuck there for another hour or two with nothing to do. Until Hiromi Higuruma approached you. A man you had no idea was even distantly related to Gojos company.
âMrs.Gojo, a pleasure seeing you somewhere besides with Satoru,â The man teases.
âHiromi! Are you here to save me from this awful night?â It seems the lord has answered your prayers.
âYouâre not enjoying yourself? Doesnât Gojo normally keep by him at all times?â He asks, taking a seat next to you.
âSomethingâs up with him I guess, Iâve barely seen him all night and itâs horrible!â You complain.
âOh sweetheart, how could he possibly treat someone as pretty as you like that?â He moves a piece of your hair out of your face and stares at you.
âI know! I mean he invited me here, and then has the audacity to leave me,â You pout to him.
âFor the record, I would never treat you like that,â he smiles at you.
You look over at Gojo and he still isnât looking in your direction. You decide to tease both the men a little more.
âReally? Do you promise âRomi?â You give him your best doe eyes and touch his bicep.
âOn my life, sweetheart,â You both smile at each other.
In the corner of your eye you see a head of white hair coming toward you. Panic sets in but you canât help but rub your legs together. You continue putting your hands on Higurumas chest to further instigate the situation.
âBabe, there you are! Iâve been looking all over for you,â Gojo pulls the back of your stool so you canât touch Higuruma anymore and he wraps a large hand around your waist, âHiguruma, youâre also here.â
âI was just talking to your gorgeous wife Gojo. After you left her alone to talk to those gross executives,â Higuruma says.
Gojos jaw clenched and he squeezed your waist. His look of disgust apparent on his face.
âI think itâs about time my wife and I leave. Should I call you a cab Higuruma?â Gojo says.
âIâll be alright,â Higuruma laughs.
Gojo pulls you away from the bar and quickly takes you away from the party. He ignores everyone asking where heâs going or trying to talk to him. Immediately as he reaches the car he opens and slams the door for you. He doesnât speak a single word on the way home, despite your efforts to start conversation.
As you reach your home heâs immediately getting you through the door and up the stairs, he shoves you onto the bed as he removes his jacket. You hear him muttering swears under his breath.
âDo you enjoy being a slut who pisses me off? Hm? I mean really, what possibly do you get out of this?â He starts to undo the first few buttons of his shirt before he grabs your chin.
âI asked you a fucking question,â He growls at you.
âYou left me! You left me all alone! I donât know what you wanted from me, to just sit there twiddling my thumbs until you came back?â You argue at him, giving a big pout.
âWhat I donât want is for you flirting with that piece of shit in front of everyone? You know how embarrassing that is, not only for me, but for you?!â He slips off his boxers to reveal his semi hard cock.
He pulls you up and puts you on your knees. Heâs on his back and your face is inches away from his cock. But before you can wrap your lips around him something stops you. A force you canât describe, red. He activated his repelling force to punish you.
Youâre confused, upset, even angry at him. His usual punishment involves him overstimulating you but apparently not this time. You try to get past the barrier, using all your might to touch his cock. Yet nothing works, heâs the strongest after all.
âWhat did he call you?â He asks you, releasing red for you until you almost touch him, then activating it again.
âSweetheartâŠâ you whisper to him.
âAnd you fucking let him. Thatâs the part that pisses me off the most. I know he canât have you, fuck, he knows it. But it doesnât seem like you do,â He says back, piercing blue eyes scanning your face.
You crawl on top of him, the barrier between your pussy and his cock still apparent. You try desperately to grind down on him to no avail. Tears start to form in your eyes but Gojo doesnât seem to care.
âYou want it inside you, sweetheart? Or do you want âRomi?â He mocks you.
âYOU! I just wanted your attention, promise! I got so mad you left me by myself. See?! All i want is you,â You whine as Gojo smiles at you.
In a moment the red hue turns blue and you get sucked down onto his perfectly aligned cock. Youâre stuck to him like a magnet. His size makes you scream and want to pull away, but you canât. As soon as you pull away youâre sucked back onto him, you thought torture wasnât supposed to be addicting.
âFuck Higuruma, fuck him and all the stupid guys there. You thought i wasnât paying attention to you? I wanted you so fucking bad I had to stay away or else youâd be on the floor with my cock inside you,â He grunts, hands gripping your waist.
âToru! Itâs too much!â Youâre full on sobbing at this point, legs shaking and body sweaty.
âYou donât want him right? It was just to make me mad, right baby?â He asks you desperately, his hair falling perfectly in front of his eyes.
âYes! I just wanted you to fuck me, I swear,â You squeal.
His hips rut into your sloppy cunt as both of you moan and pant like two bunnies in heat. His fingers expertly tease your clit and he sucks blue and red hickies on every part of your body. Heâs holding you as close as possible. His thrusts get sloppy and his moans get slutty.
âGonna cum inside you baby, gonna fill my pussy up everyoneâs gonna fucking know youâre mine,â He says in your ear.
âIâm gonna-â Before you can even finish your sentence you pulse around his cock cumming so hard you see black.
He follow not long after, spurting hot ropes of cum inside you. He gets as deep as possible to ensure nothing slips out. He releases the technique and you fall on top of his chest, breathing like you just ran a marathon.
âHoly shit baby, that was so good,â He says, smiling.
âYeah⊠i wanna take a bath,â you look up at him.
âOkay my love, just promise me one thing. Never make me jealous again.â
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Pretty Bird
Sylus X Reader
Summary: Sylus is jealous of you giving Mephisto attention. That's it. You tease him when you find out.
Word Count: 2123
Note: Nothing really, hope I did him justice! His dialogue is a little harder for me to nail down.
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The first time it happens is when you cross to the N109 Zone to accompany Sylus on an âerrandâ.
The first thing you do when you reach the ornate, empty house - of course - is say hello to your favorite bird.
âHey there pretty bird.â
Mephisto squawks, bobbing excitedly on his perch as you bound up to him. You grin and give the crow a gentle scratch on his head. He preens under your touch, mechanical feathers fluffing with another quiet, scruffy caw. Adorable.
Despite his unnerving gaze, which you find to be eerily similar to a certain Onychinus leader, you canât help but love the little bird. For some reason, it always comforts you a little bit to see him perched outside your apartment, or following you around Linkon. He always tries to act like heâs not spying on you, but you know he is, and you know heâs going to report right back to Sylus. Maybe thatâs why itâs comforting.
âIf I didnât know better, Iâd say youâre trying to sway his loyalties.â
Speak of the devil.
âAs if,â you snicker, giving the bird one final scratch before spinning on your heels to face Sylus. He sits across the room in one of his big armchairs, eyes glued to the gun heâs loading, face carefully blank. As always. You saunter over and pop yourself onto the arm of the chair, bumping his shoulder. âYou know Mephisto doesnât listen to anyone but you. Iâm just like the fun mom who gives him things.â
His lips twitch ever so slightly, âMmm, does that make me your husband in this situation?â
Heat creeps up your cheeks.
You are no stranger to Sylusâ flirty nature. Thatâs how things have always been between you, though it only really gets to you now. Before, when you kind of hated his guts, it was just annoying. Well, maybe even then-
âYou wish,â you retort, but thereâs no hiding the blush painting your cheeks.
âHm, I thought you knew me better than that, sweetie.â In an instant, his hand curls around your wrist, giving it a sharp tug that knocks you off balance. You let out an undignified squeak, tumbling right into his lap. And before you can squirm away, Sylus locks an arm over your legs, keeping you trapped against him. Those red eyes freeze you in place, dark and warm with mischief. âWhy would I wish for something I could so easily take?â
You stare at him, eyes blown wide, face completely red now. You canât even form any words in response, which seems to amuse him even more. A smirk curls his lips, and he gives your hip a playful pinch.
âWhat? Crow got your tongue, sweetie?â
You sputter, finally finding your voice, âSylus!â
âGood. Now that youâre focused, we can go handle business.â Sylus sets you on the ground, making sure youâre steady before he stands nonchalantly and tucks his gun in its holster. Like nothing just happened! âWe donât want to be late now, do we?â
Before you can even say anything more, heâs heading for the door. It takes a few seconds to shake yourself from your state of shock, and then youâre quickly following after him.
âSylus-!â
He cuts you off, that stupid, attractive smirk still on his lips, âAnd by the way, try not to spoil Mephisto too much, sweetie. Heâs grown rather petulant when youâre not around.â
Youâre pretty sure your blush sticks around for the entire car ride after.
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The second time is when you visit on one of your off days.Â
When you get there, Sylus is still asleep. You take a moment to crouch by his bed, a fond smile adorning your lips as you take in his peaceful face. You remember when he used to sleep sitting up, so he was ready for anything, but now he looks relaxed. Though you still spot the gun tucked under his bed.
Deciding not to bother him, you quietly make your way back out to the living room and grab a book. Itâs about the only way to pass time in the N109 Zone, at least, without getting yourself into anything dangerous. As soon as you sit down, Mephisto flaps across the room and lands on your arm, plopping himself down into your lap like a cat.
A giggle escapes you when the crow throws his head back, looking up at the most awkward angle you can imagine. You give his beak a little rub, and he makes a soft clicking sound, beady red eyes falling shut.
âI swear, itâs almost like youâre a crow with cat programming,â you hum, mostly to yourself. Mephisto ruffles his feathers, though, at the word âcatâ, eyes flashing back open. You snort, easing a hand over his wings, âNo worries, pretty bird, no cats. Iâm just kidding.â
He settles back down, seemingly embarrassed by his reaction, which only makes you want to coddle him more. So cute. If only Sylus would be this cute with you. Heat tinges your cheeks at the thought of the tall man resting against your lap, looking up at you with softly narrowed eyes, humming in content as you pet his ha-
Snapping your book open, you throw yourself into the story in hopes of banishing such rogue thoughts. If Sylus knew what you were imagining, he would tease you for years. You really donât want to feed his ego even more. Mephisto wedges himself between your arm and your side, happy to just fall asleep as you read, oblivious to your inner turmoil.
It doesnât take you long to actually get immersed in the storyline, though. So much so that you donât hear the steps coming up behind you.
âIt seems you come here more often to spend time with Mephisto than with me.â
You practically jump out of your skin when a strong arm circles your shoulders. Sylusâ voice is a low rumble in your ear, thick with sleep. He leans over the back of your chair, and you narrowly miss the way he eyes the bird in your lap with distaste. He looks far too content curled up on your lap.
âI didnât want to bother you while you were sleeping,â you hum, closing the book.
He grumbles, sleepy eyes shifting to bore into you. The smallest pout pulls at his lips, and you have to stifle a giggle as you reach up to smooth down his messy hair. Sylus leans into your touch, much like Mephisto did, his eyes flickering shut. Okay, maybe he is just as cute.
âAre you mad I didnât come cuddle with you?â You tease. Sleepy Sylus is definitely your favorite Sylus. âI didnât know the big, bad Onychinus leader likes to snuggle.â
âItâs simply to ensure you donât cause trouble in the N109 Zone,â he murmurs, still just as quick-witted though heâs half-asleep, âI canât have my kitten wandering around all by herself, now can I?â
âI was just reading, Sylus. No trouble here.â
âHmm, then you might as well come read in bed.â
You hesitate, fingers tracing along his jaw lightly, âYou sure I wonât disturb your sleep?â
Those dark eyes blink back open lazily, a rare, genuine smile dancing in their depths, âTrust me, kitten, my sleep will be much better with you at my side.â
God, youâre weak for this man. Mephisto squawks his complaints as you lift him from your lap, but takes off to his perch without much fight. Sylus feels a flash of victory as you intertwine your fingers. The sensation of your small hand in his eases the strange tightness in his chest whenever youâre apart. He curls his other arm around you possessively, sending the bird a smug smirk.
You catch it this time, lifting a brow as you glance between him and Mephisto. Your brain stalls. Was heâŠjealous? No way. Thereâs no way Sylus would be jealous of you spending time with his bird. Heâs more mature than thatâŠor maybe not, you realize as he drags you back to his bed, only to lay himself over you like a large cat, using your lap as his pillow. Exactly as you imagined.
Your heart flutters a little, which youâre sure he hears somehow, because he squeezes your waist teasingly. You pinch his cheek lightly before running your fingers through his snowy hair. Itâs always softer than you expect.
âGo to sleep, Sylus,â you murmur, voice far too fond, âIâll be here when you wake up.â
He hums, and you can feel the sound vibrate through his body. Almost like a purr.
God, you donât even have a chance, do you?
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The final time is when you visit the N109 Zone to attend another auction with Sylus. And this time, you catch him in it.
âWhereâs Mephisto?â
Sylusâ face sours at your question. You bite back a smile.
Ever since the day you spent napping in his room, you havenât been able to escape that thought swirling in the back of your mind. So you decided to test your theory. Sylus is always messing with you, afterall. Itâs only fair you get a bit of revenge.
âI sent him out to gather intel,â Sylus huffs eventually. Why do you always look for that d***Â bird first? âThat is his purpose, afterall.â
âOh.â You feign sadness, letting out a long sigh. âThatâs too bad! I brought him some treats.â
âWell, you can leave them here. Iâm sure heâll eat them later,â he says, voice dismissive as he fixes the cuffs of his coat.
âHmm-â You slowly make your way over to him. Those perceptive eyes narrow on you, watching you carefully while you straighten his collar. âWill he be here later? Maybe I can give them to him after the auction. I miss my pretty bird.âÂ
Amusement curls in your chest when you see the manâs brows twitch ever so slightly. Heâs really annoyed. Now you understand why he loves pushing your buttons so much.
âNo, Iâm afraid heâll be busy all night.â You can practically hear him gritting his teeth. Almost there. You keep your eyes focused on his coat, avoiding the intensity of his gaze. Heâs trying to figure you out and youâre scared that if you look up, the laughter you're holding back will break loose. Instead, you put on an exaggerated pout.
âThatâs unfortunate. I was really hoping to see him tonight.â
Sylus growls. Actually growls in annoyance.
âWould you prefer to have Mephisto on your arm tonight instead of me?â His words come out biting and harsh, tinged with unmistakable jealousy.
The air goes silent.
Before you burst into a fit of giggles. Sylusâ eyes widen when you collapse against his chest, your entire body shaking with laughter. He freezes, though his confusion quickly gives way to realization.Â
You were playing with him.
âI suppose this is some form of revenge,â he hums, shaking his head. Itâs surprising it took him so long to catch on. With anyone else, heâd be beyond angry, but your laughter is so bright, so infectious, that he canât stop the small smile that pulls at his lips. When you finally look up at him, tears glint in the corners of your eyes. Who thought this would amuse you so much?
âYouâre jealous! The Sylus is jealous of a little bird. His bird.â You bite down on your lip in an attempt to muffle the giggles that keep coming, but it doesnât do much to help. Itâs just too much for you. You never ever thought youâd see Sylus actually jealous of someone, let alone an animal.
Sylus narrows his eyes, though they glow with a certain fondness. âSuch a sadist, sweetie, messing with a manâs heart so lightly.â
âOh, but your reaction was so adorable,â you sing, reaching up to poke his cheek. He playfully bites at your finger, making you draw it back quickly with another laugh. âJust the fact that you could even think I like Mephisto more than you is so silly. I couldnât help myself.â
âHmm, then Iâm afraid youâll just have to prove my silly conclusion wrong, wonât you?â His hands settle on your waist, drawing you closer to the warmth of his body. You oblige him, stretching your arms up and around his neck to draw him down.
âOf course. I canât have my pretty bird walking around thinking heâs second best,â you tease, fingers curling through his hair. âEven if he has a jealousy prob-â
âQuiet.â
Anything else you say is muffled as Sylus finally kisses you.
Safe to say, after that, you make sure to give Sylus extra attention, especially when Mephisto is around. (Though you do still sneak him treats when Sylus isnât looking.)
#lads sylus#sylus x reader#sylus x you#lads sylus x reader#love and deepspace reader insert#love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus x reader#x reader#reader insert#jealousy#love and deepspace sylus
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Hiiii, I have a request- could you do like jealous or after arguement smex- you can pick any sort of of storyline or any jjk character. (prefferbly a character like sukuna or toji because i feel like they'd be kind mean about it)
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đ. đ§đšđđ: oof, i think after an argument, sex w/kuna would go crazyyy (esp true form! like yikes)
âč đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: true form! Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size difference - fingering (f! receiving) - impact play (spanking + pussy slaps) - clitoral play (grinds, swipes, and pinches) - biting - pinching - degradation (bitch, whore) - monster-fucking (he got 2 dicks) - double penetration; anal and vaginal - backshots/doggy position - pet names ([little]dove, my wife, pet, woman) - multiple orgasms - mention of drool/spit and blood.
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You dare avoid him? The King of Curses? Did the screws in your brain finally come loose, and now youâve gone mad?
RyĆmen Sukuna rarely lets things slide. He is considered the top dog of the cursed Jujutsu world â he doesnât find himself bowing down to things because things are supposed to bow to him. Anything and everything doesnât go unnoticed under his gaze, as thatâs the order of things that are supposed to happen.
And this philosophy doesnât stop with you â his little dove.
Being engaged to a human spouse already raises flags of inconsistency. It isnât rare for you and Sukuna to argue; the workers of the fortress where you reside can attest to this. The love is there, but Sukuna expects you to understand your standing in this marriage. You may be what he always keeps by his side. However, even you shouldnât overstep him so carelessly.
Nonetheless, your humanness continues to poke him; your resilience is a thorn to your giant husbandâs side. The more disagreements you clash with him, the bolder youâve become in your standing, which makes the cursed man proud, albeit prefers it wasnât directed towards him.Â
And now, after he puts his thunderous foot down and shuts you up with your bickering, you decide to be courageous enough to turn your back on him? Him? Your betrothed? He couldnât believe what he saw; your expression molded to neutrality before you turned on your heel and headed somewhere away from him. And then you donât respond when he calls out to you â the absolute nerve.
Oh, you knew Sukuna wasnât the one to be daring with, especially when you think you can get the last laugh. So, it would be best if he corrected your foolishness.Â
ââDahhh! Suâkunaa, stop! Let goâOhhh!â
âShut your mouth. Think youâre in any position to order me now, huh?â
He has you pinned to the tatami flooring, his upper hand on your head to keep your cheek printed on the mat despite your cries. The upper right hand has a good hold on your waist while his lower right hand grips your ankle to keep your legs spread. And with the lower left, he uses it to tease and toy with your chasm. The mouth of his chasm laps around your labia to lick the fluids that coat your slit while his middle and ring fingers grind on your sore clitoris.
This is your punishment: your husband reprimanding you as he gesticulates around your body. You can cry and holler all you want, squirm out of his hold when knowing your efforts are futile. He doesnât care because he knows that he will make this point to you no matter what.
The tongue of his palm easily swallows your essence, pushing the muscle into your cunt to fuck you. You nearly choke on spit, sensing the considerable muscle swirl around your insides and graze your walls. âMmph! Oh, fuckâNnnm! Sukuna, no! I just came seconds agâOooh!â
âDo I care?â He raises his sole pink brow, four red eyes scanning your figure, writhing because of his touch. âYou will cum however many times I say, my wife.â He draws out the last words to your ear, enjoying how small you appear under his massive shape.Â
He lives for your shrieks, your pitch going higher and higher with every flick of his tongue. Swiping your clit makes it harder to maintain balance, your resolve slipping through your fingers with every push and pull of the abnormal tongue.
âHahhh, ahhhshit, shiiiit,â your eyebrows scrunch together, nails purchasing on the tatami mat beneath you, which youâre sure your scratches would cause damage. Again, not that your jerk of a spouse would care; he is probably getting a kick out of you losing your poise because of him. âOoh, âKunaa, yâre going too fastâŠNnnn !â
âOh? Does the dove think Iâm going too fast?â Sukuna licks the helix of your ear tantalizingly slow, and you gasp when he bites it while the mouth of his palm sloppily kisses the entrance of your vagina. âYou wish to cum again, woman?â
You nod hurriedly, his chuckle rumbling to the core of your heart. The hand on your waist comes up to smack your ass, denting the skin by piercing his fingertips. You howl in pain, âYesss, I wanna cum again!âÂ
âHmph, no,â he removes his hand from your throbbing folds before slapping it; the abrupt action erupts a choked sob. Screams fly out at the pinch of his fingers on your delicate bud; the pain from your chasm stings, making your head pound. âYouâre not some whore who gets to cum when they want; youâre mine, and cumming without my permission will get you into predicaments worse than this. Are we clear, pet?â
You had no choice in the matter, propping your ass up and your face down, forcing you to take his two cocks with both of your holes.Â
âAiishhh, oh Lord, Shhlow down! Iâm tâoo fullâŠ!âÂ
âMmnn, khheh, I bet you are, grippinâ on my cocks like a real bitch in heatâŠâ
His lower hands keep hold of your hips, keeping you glued to his pelvis as he pistons his fat dicks into your ass and vagina. The tip brushes on your inner walls, and you mewl at every push as the girth stretches your caves. His upper hands keep you held down to the floor, submitting you to his robust stature that easily swallows your small frame.
Your face is still on the floor, drool trickling down your lips as ineligible babbles seep out. âNnmahh, ahhaaâŠ!â God, he puts so much strength on your poor body; the inability to move or move away from him keeps you immovable for him.Â
Sukunaâs pace is unforgiving, propelling himself into your leaky wetness with no remorse. The fact that he has you come two times already doesnât concern him; if anything, it aids him in pushing to and fro from your tight cunt. He bites his lip from how your rear contracts around himâso snug for his dual limbs as if youâd milk him dry.
âFsshoo, ohhmy GoâDaah!â A hand finds its way to the left wrist on your shoulder. âOhh, âKunaa!â
Your wails are broken when he bends down; the added weight is so lethal that you might end up being pressed and being one with the tatami mat. âHmm? What is it, woman?â
ââAhhck! Fuuuhuck, pleaseee, can I pwease cuâUhhmm?!â
You make him snicker, pulling back his rhythm to implement slow yet harsh ruts to your openings while throwing a slap to your asscheek. âWhy should I let you?âÂ
A tear rolls down your hot cheek. âPleasee, forgâve me! I shouldnât haveâŠturned my back on you...â
Crimson eyes narrow while observing the way your ass quakes from his powerful pounds. Sukuna then comes to your shoulder to bite on your shoulder, and of course, you yelp bitterly. The sight of his canines drawing blood from his mark dials his excitement. âSay it properly, pet,â he purrs as he licks the wound on your shoulder.
âMmmm! Sukânaa, my LordâŠâ
âHmm?â He cups and squeezes your cheeks with his upper left for access to kiss your neck, and the lower left snakes down to play with your clit again. You gasp from the sensation of the tongue of his stomach licking your back, the colossal muscle having you arch like a cat.
Rubs on your pearl have you squeaking for him and eyes rolling upwardâ all desperate and aching for your release that you could break any moment. âForgive me for stepping out of line...Hooooh, I wanna cum on yer cocks,â you admit while swaying your hips. âPlease allow me to cum.â
âDepends,â you gulp at his quick answer. âThis will be your only kind warning for this; if you dare do it again, donât ever think of asking me.â Sukuna licks your cheek before he chews on the flesh, your breath halting at the graze of his fangs. âUnderstand?â
Your brave side takes over to turn to him meekly, watery eyes meeting his fierce red ones â a good move on your part. âYess, my husbandâŠâ
And he sneers. âThere you go, little dove.â
© đđšđŹđĄđąđ đ«đđČ2024 â reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly â header edit done by me + dividers by @/benkeibear.
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Bathtub sex with your husband because he was suddenly all petty and jealous with your servants helping you bathe.
CW: NSFW, slight yandere, GN Reader
Your husband had always been an understanding man, he thought with a cool head and logic all the time. He would never get jealous of his love rivals, reasoning he was way better of an option than they would ever be.
Yes, he was not arrogant but he knew his own self-worth. He knew he had always been the best for you.
So why did he suddenly insist on helping you bathe?
âDear, did you mean bathing with me or did I hear you wrong?â You stood next to him as he prepared the water for you. The scent he chose had always been floral, something that smelled innocent in a sense.
Your husband shook his face as he felt the temperature of the water. It welcomed him warmly, assuring him that it was the perfect temperature for you to relax already. Yulian beckoned you to enter the bathtub and so you did.
He pushed a cart of bathroom amenities, the aromatherapy candles all lit to light the room enough for as he switched the lights off.
You sighed at the sensation, slowly melting into one with the water. Yulian sat by the tub, his hands slowly massaging your tense shoulders as he hummed a lullaby for you.
âHow lucky are the servants who help you bathe to see you like this every day.â He whispered into your ears as you giggled.
âAre you envious of them?â
Yulian stayed silent for a moment as he poured water over your head, âRecently,â he spoke as he poured the ointment into his hands, âIâve been seeing lots of divorce trials.â
You hummed at his reply, leaning into his hands massaging your scalp, âAnd?â
âMost of them come from⊠affairs.â
You raised one of your eyebrows at the mention of affair, âAre you saying I might be cheating with one of my servants dear?â
âNot really,â Yulian now focused back on massaging your shoulders again, âbut I can't help but be bothered by the fact that one of your servants might be admiring you, enchanted by you.â
His face inched closer to yours now, âAnd while they are at it, they can freely see and feel your bodyâŠâ his hands slowly felt your arms up and down, âand be around you every day, helping you dress, attending all your needs while I'm away.â
You've never seen your husband act like this before. This was the first time he had shown his jealousy blatantly.
Yulian started pressing chaste kisses on the back of your neck, his grips remained on your arms. You squirmed as his hands snaked further into your nipples.
âIt's so unfair, I'm your husband and yet they get to see you so vulnerable more often than I would ever be.â
What was once a chaste kiss soon turned into hickeys, purple decorating you from the back of your neck to your collarbone. You recognized this gesture as his way of showing his pettiness.
âSo today,â his fingers tweaked your nipples as he kissed your earlobe, âcan I show you just how much I love and adore every bits of you?â
â
The two of you were connected in the bathtub, his cock throbbed as its snug inside of you. How many times had he cum so early yet still had the strength to continue? You knew your husband couldn't last long but that didn't mean his stamina was to be doubted.
His precision in hitting your sweet spot had always been pitch-perfect. It never failed to make you squeal and tighten around him, pushing him closer to yet another orgasm.
Yulian hid his face in the crook of your neck, trying his best to not bite into your flesh, and opted to bite his lip until he tasted steel instead.
You moaned out his name as you felt like you were about to reach yet another orgasm as well. Your hand intertwined with his, you turned back to kiss him, tasting his blood while at it.
âSo close⊠together?â
Yulianâs cock throbbed at the mention of it before he nodded along, âI-Iâll try.â
Yulian lifted you from his lap and positioned you to lean onto the wall before he continued ramming into you like a starving man. Nonetheless, he still made sure to prioritize your pleasure as well instead of being selfish and chasing his own release.
Your knees wobbled and you felt really weak yet his strong grip wouldn't let you slide down, at least not until you two were done.
Ragged breath and breathy groans, the bathroom smelled like sex instead of florals. The whole candles flickered with each thrust he made and the water rippled with every shake your legs made.
It didn't take so long for you two to come in unison. The bath water that was once pristine and clean was soon mixed with both of your bodily fluids. Your insides felt warm the moment he came inside you again.
Your knees slowly gave up as the two of you slowly collected your composure. Yulianâs hands never let you go as he slowly lowered you into his embrace again.
He started peppering your face with kisses again, his fingers ran over all the hickeys he had left all over you, some were in a very visible place.
âHow am I supposed to cover all of these dear?â you pouted at him as you pushed his face away from you playfully.
Yulian raised his eyebrows before answering you, âYou don't cover them dear.â
#Yulian the Corruption#LIfE Project#yandere x reader#yandere oc#x gn reader#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere smut
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FIRST masterlist! This masterlist has all my writing from 06/02/24 up until 01/10/24 â for my recent works click on my SECOND MASTERLIST <3
Men In Uniform Do It Best!
Dirty Lil' Secrets
A Picture Lasts Long (But Not As Long As That D*ck)
I'm Addicted, I Admit It!
Give Me Tough Love
Never Ever Seen This Before!
We Don't Have No Babies!
Like A Fever
Bad Things (To You)
Prettier When Messy!
Care For You!
Green-eyed Monster
So Lonely In My Mansion!
Kiss Me More!
Girl, I Do This Often
Cause, I Love Freaks!
Sl*t Me Out!
Match My Freak!
WAP!
R U Mine?
Hot To Go!
Girl, You Earned It!
I'm A BIG Stepper!
BODY-ODY!
SOOO ANXIOUS
Long Overdue!
THIS P*SSY DEPRESSED!
The Family Matter?!
I-T G-I-R-L!
I Lasted Ten Rounds!
BRAT!
She's My Vitals!
ONE-SHOTS
Three's a Crowd (But Four...) â âSo, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?â âWhy? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?â In which you and your boyfriend find very unconventional uses for his powers.
Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 1] [Part 2] â There were two things missing in the scene in front of you: 1. The aphrodisiac chocolate your friends had given as a gag gift last Christmas that had been hidden away in the back of your refrigerator. 2. Your dear fiancĂ©.
Dream A Little Dream â For the strongest, it was a privilege to dream. Especially when his dream is you.Â
Initiation! â âJust a small initiation, nothing too serious.â Couldnât be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?
One More? Please? â A kiss always solves everything! But when a kiss turns into something moreâŠwell, itâs only a desperate attempt to unseal yourselves from this damned prison realm, right? Right?
Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers... â You donât know whatâs faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast youâre on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.
Hope They Catch Us â When youâre on-screen, itâs always a rivalry to see whoâs best - you just never thought that it would be the same struggle in bed.
Unmistakably Yours â In which the strongest bends space and time - literally - after coming back from deatឣ, to do what heâs always wanted to do - you.
Madam Gojo â Gojo Satoru, the strongest clan leader in all of Japan - and the most dangerous, too. You, rejected by the elders, and totally not his future bride, right? Right?
Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) â In which intentionally making your frĂend-with-benefĂts jealous ends up with more benefits than youâd think.
The Heir â No, your clan leader husband wonât stop until he gives you an heir. No, you donât think youâll make it out alive.
LONGFICS
The Call â After an explosive fight with your boyfriend, you really should feel sorry about being swept up by the blue-eyed stranger at the club - but itâs so hard when he kisses you like that.
Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy â He knows that you would be one of his favorite stories from his travels. And you know that you want nothing more than to stay by his side. After meeting an alluring cowboy at Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon, both of you are sure of one thing - this must be fate.
Go For It, Gojo! [Part 1] [Part 2] â You wouldnât fuck Gojo Satoru even if you were paidâŠis what you thought exactly five minutes before you were shoved against the wall of this cramped closet, his face stuffed in your soaked panties.
Unhoneymooners!? â The universe was surely playing a joke on you. Here you were, trapped on a luxury getaway with your - dangerously handsome, extremely obnoxious - ex. Either you were going to kill each other or end up pinned beneath him, split apart on his cĂłck. You just didnât know what would come first.
AITA For F*cking My Sugar Daddy's Son?! â When your sugar daddy just isnât paying attention to you, can you really be blamed for fĂșcking his son? Especially when his son is absolutely obsessed with you.
Bad Boys Bring Roses â Youâve never dealt with the yakuza - not once. So why is the future head of the Gojo clan suddenly coming up to you, demanding that you marry him for 30 days?
The Way You Kiss Me â The four times Satoru tries really hard not to kiss you - his best friendâs pretty younger sister. And the one time he doesnât.
Isn't That Sweet? (I Guess So) â Oh no! Why do your pantĂes keep disappearing? Well, maybe your hot roommate knows the answerâŠ
Haunting You â 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.
You'll Taste Me Too! â How do you last three days on a work trip with the man you hate the most in the office? You donât - you end up pinned underneath him, instead.
We Neva Play! â Turns out, the ârâ in rivals stands for âreally good sĂ©xâ when a mission becomes a little too hot to handle.
Something Stupid â Five times the strongest would rather dĂe than tell you he loves you, and the one time he almost does. Almost.
ONE-SHOTS
Initiation! â âJust a small initiation, nothing too serious.â Couldnât be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?
Like An Animal â Of course Toji doesnât want any more kids. Of course heâs lying as he stuffs your pretty cĂșnt full of his cĂșm for the third time tonight.
Whiskey, Neat, With a Side of You â When your date stands you up, youâre lucky that the hot bartender is more than happy to keep you company!Â
Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers... â You donât know whatâs faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast youâre on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.
F*ck You! (Literally) â Of course, you hated your ex-husband. Of course, you found yourself in bed with him on your wedding anniversary.
LONGFICS
Government Hooker â With the fame and glory of being an international popstar comes the inevitable threat of an overzealous stalker. You just didnât think that it would also come with a very sexy, buff bodyguard behind your every move.
Madam Zenin â Thereâs nothing that rouses Toji, the infamous head of the Zenin clan, nothing that will make him lose control - until they take whatâs most important to him. You.
ONE-SHOTS
Brooklyn Baby â Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades. Said Suguru doesnât want to fuck anyone else but you. He couldnât give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.
Initiation! â âJust a small initiation, nothing too serious.â Couldnât be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?
Golden Boy â Falling right back in love with the cult leader youâre supposed to kĂll? Happens more often than youâd think.
LONGFICS
ONE-SHOTS
Initiation! â âJust a small initiation, nothing too serious.â Couldnât be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?
A Million Dollar Baby! â Turns out, rent can be paid in much more than one way.
LONGFICS
ONE-SHOTS
Welcome To The Itadori's! â Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does.Â
FIVE! â Five hours - itâs all it takes for Chosoâs baby fever to take over. After all, youâd look so pretty with his kid - five of them, in fact.
LONGFICS
Great With Kids? (You Can Have Mine) â When your younger brother gets a new babysitter, only two questions linger on your mind: 1. How come your parents didnât trust you in charge? 2. How dare the sexy babysitter be so perfect - it made you want some attention too.
Freak On The Cam! â Choso always loved watching you - his pretty lilâ camgĂrl - from behind the screen. Who knew heâd love being on-screen with you even more?
ONE-SHOTS
Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) â In which intentionally making your frĂend-with-benefĂts jealous ends up with more benefits than youâd think.
LONGFICS
Exes who...
Love Is Blind
âShe My Best Friend, Yeah We Not a Couple.â
Wanna Do Bad Things To You
I Wanna Get Freaky On Camera
Lemme Ride, Baby!
Can I Fill You Up, Baby?
"Pull On It. Harder."
Little Heaven
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