#also the smoldering and longing and the PASSION

[gojoux]

『 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 』

· Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

· Summary: Life has decided to lead you to him or lead him to you, knowing that you two are destined together despite your differences. This told story is just a glimpse of a few memories between you and him, one that he remembers dearly.

· CW: 8.6k // Mostly fluff. True Form!Sukuna. Heian Era. Overprotective + Possessive Sukuna. Very subtle sex scenes. Slight violence.

Late post because the app screwed me over a divider. As you see... it’s thicker like him than usual.

The infamous King of Curses had only one weakness—you.

Ryomen Sukuna, the most fearsome sorcerer (or used to be one) alive, would melt in your presence. His usual cold and cruel demeanor vanished when he was with you, replaced by a gentle sweetness he showed to no other.

From the very first moment your paths crossed, he was utterly enthralled, something he would never expect to feel in his life. You’re someone he doesn’t even know or heard of and he doesn’t find the appeal from you, but there’s just something about you that makes him enchanted at first sight.

Your luminous soul called to him like a song. He knew you were destined to be his. And so he courted you as tenderly as his blackened heart would allow, coaxing you to return his affections.

Slowly, gently, he broke down your defenses. His smoldering gazes made your heart flutter. His feather-light touches from his big, strong hands and fingers sent shivers down your spine. Before long, you realized you were falling for this demon who looked at you with such longing in his crimson eyes.

He could shower you with all the passion and devotion he had been holding back. He cherishes you, catering to your every desire. Just being near you was euphoric for him.

When apart, he counted the seconds until he could see you again. And when reunited, he was unable to keep his hands off you, showering you with passionate kisses and whispers of sweet words.

“You are mine. Remember that,” he would murmur against your skin as he held you close. “Always.”

You had tamed the beast. Or so you thought.

While Sukuna was nearly defenseless against your love, it also ignited something far more sinister—his jealousy.

The mere idea of losing you made his blood burn with rage. Other men were not even permitted to look at you, lest they get torn limb from limb.

Though deeply in love, Sukuna’s possessive nature remained. And woe befall any who dared threaten what was his.

The first time it happened was weeks after you’d become his. A young lord from a clan sent you gifts and flowers, seeking your affection. When Sukuna discovered this, the fury in his eyes turned them molten gold.

“He dares think he can steal you away from me?” Sukuna seethed. In an instant, he vanished to hunt down the offending lord.

He returned hours later drenched in blood that was not his own. You shuddered to imagine what cruel fate had befallen the misguided young man. Sukuna said nothing of it, simply pulled you into a bruising kiss and swore you’d never leave his side again.

After that, the corpses started piling up.

A guard who eyed you lasciviously, eviscerated.

A peasant whose longing stare lingered too long, executed.

Anyone who so much as looked at you with desire was signing their own death warrant.

You begged Sukuna to show mercy, but your pleas fell on deaf ears. “They try to take what is mine,” he would snarl. “They deserve no less than agony and death.”

His demonic nature had fully resurfaced, and you realized just what you had unleashed. Sukuna would slaughter legions and burn the world to ashes if it meant keeping you.

You were terrified of what he had become. Yet some traitorous part of you thrilled at being so coveted, so passionately loved, even if it came at a bloody cost.

He was an obsession incarnate, and you, his obsession.

No matter where you turned, his shadow loomed.

There would be no escaping the King of Curses’ dark desires.

You were his.

How did it all start? It’s been too long since it went past your head already.

But you do remember vividly when you were walking that one night when your gut told you not to, you did.

You should have listened to your instincts. But there was something about the forest at night that called to you, beckoning you to explore its moon-bathed paths and whispering trees.

Curiosity won out over caution, and you decided one quick walk couldn’t hurt.

You set out just after sunset, relishing the kiss of cool night air on your skin. The woods were serene and lovely in the deep blue hush just before true darkness fell. Night blooms perfumed the air as you wandered along aimlessly, simply savoring this secret world.

Until you realized you had lost your way. Suddenly the trees seemed more ominous, the shadows deeper. You paused, peering anxiously through the gloom.

How long have you been walking?

Which way was home?

As you turned around in circles trying to get your bearings, a blow of wind appeared behind you. You froze, heartbeat thudding in your ears.

“Well, what do we have here?”

You whipped around with a gasp. Emerging from the trees was a tall, powerfully built man. But what drew your wide-eyed stare were the four arms crossed onto his bare, toned chest.

You stumbled back in terror, but he moved unnaturally fast, appearing before you in an instant. Up close, details that had escaped you at a distance were now frighteningly clear. Tattoos are carved on his face and body. His eyes burned crimson.

You were face to face with the King of Curses himself.

“Please…” you whimpered, trembling. “I mean no trespass...”

Sukuna tilted his head, considering you with evident amusement. He reached out an arm towards you, his fingers gliding along your jaw, tipping your chin up. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for death.

But instead of tearing you apart, he simply chuckled. “Open your eyes. I will not harm you.”

You cracked them open hesitantly. Sukuna was observing you closely now, intrigued.

“Fear not. I merely wondered who was wandering my woods at this late hour,” he purred. “But I see now… you are no threat at all.”

His touch was surprisingly gentle as he traced the line of your throat. You shivered but did not dare pull away. The heat of his skin felt feverish against yours.

“What brings you here to me, I wonder?” he murmured, his piercing gaze seeming to lay your soul bare.

He tutted, circling you slowly. “These woods are dangerous at night, especially for tempting morsels like yourself. Do you have any idea what lurks in the shadows?” He paused expectantly, but you were too petrified to respond.

You licked your dry lips nervously. “I… I was simply exploring. I did not mean to disturb—”

“Quiet.” A finger pressed lightly over your mouth. “How shall I punish this trespass? I do hate uninvited guests.”

You finally found your voice, though it trembled pitifully. “P-please, I meant no intrusion. If you let me go, I swear I will never—”

“Let you go?” Sukuna tilted his head, looking almost offended. “Now, why would I do that? No, you will not be leaving.”

Your heart hammered at those enigmatic words. Just what did this dangerous being want with you? Surely not anything good.

As if reading your mind, Sukuna laughed once more. “Worry not, little one. I only wish for some company.” In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance between you, caging you with his body. This close, the heat pouring off him was incredible, the coils of his tattoos seeming to slither and shift before your eyes with your heart hammering wildly.

A violent shudder went through you, though not entirely from fear now. Being clasped in his strong embrace had stirred something unexpected within you. A strange exhilaration at having caught the eye of this exotic and terrible being.

He leaned down, inhaling deeply near the crook of your neck. “Mm, such fear. I can taste it rolling off your skin… intoxicating.” His lips grazed your fluttering pulse, making you shudder. “You are afraid, yet also thrilled to see me, aren’t you?”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. Was it that obvious, the traitorous excitement you felt being so close to this dangerous demon? You just couldn’t tear your eyes away from his unusual beauty.

“I thought so,” he purred, looking utterly satisfied. He brushed a finger lightly down your cheek. “It seems fate has brought you to me for a reason.”

Sukuna sensed your reaction and made a small pleased noise. In one smooth motion, he swept you up into his arms and started carrying you deeper into the woods.

You gasped, hands braced against the solid muscles of his shoulder. “Where are you taking me? Please, I never meant to intrude! I am sorry! just—”

“Shut it.” His grip tightened. “Do not fight me. Submit, and it will go easier for you.”

Tears of panic spilled down your cheeks. But despite your fear, you felt your body responding to his proximity, pulsing with alarming warmth. Your thoughts scattered as Sukuna claimed your mouth in a searing kiss, tasting your helpless whimper.

“What are you…” you gasped, too speechless to find a word to fight back.

As if reading your mind again, Sukuna adjusts the way he’s carrying you to brush his lips against your own in a feather-light caress. “I hope you are not too afraid, little one. I have been alone for so long, you will keep me company. And I have no intention of letting you go.”

Some part of you recognized the truth in his words. No matter how your mind recoiled, your body was betraying you, longing for more of his addictive caresses. He sensed your crumbling resistance, his smile triumphant.

“You are mine now. Do not fight it.”

You stared around in awe at the sprawling shinden-zukuri as Sukuna placed you down and led you inside. Paper screens glowed warmly with lantern light, illuminating opulent tatami rooms decorated with priceless scrolls and vases, and through meticulously tended gardens dotted with tranquil ponds. Everything about this place spoke of immense power and wealth.

It was a far cry from your own humble village dwelling. You could scarcely fathom how a demon lord had come to possess such a magnificent noble estate out here in the remote forest.

As Sukuna guided you deeper into the manse, you passed several elegantly dressed women in simple yet elegant kimonos, all keeping their gazes demurely lowered.

‘Servants,’ you realized. But where had they come from? Were they taken like how you are now? Were you about to become another of his servants?

When you reached the main manor, Sukuna slid open the screen to reveal a grand receiving chamber. Priceless ink scrolls and painted silk screens adorned the walls. The opulence was staggering.

“Do you like it?” he asked, noting your awe. “I claimed this estate long ago from its previous owners.”

You shivered at the implication behind those words but said nothing as he guided you deeper inside.

Your bemused wondering was interrupted when Sukuna slid open a screen door, ushering you into a lavish bed chamber. A large futon covered in silks took up most of the space.

“You must be weary, little one,” he stroked your hair. “Rest now. I will have my servants draw you a bath.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead before gliding from the room. Still stunned by your opulent surroundings, you wandered over to the open window. Beyond the manicured gardens and koi ponds you could see nothing but dense forest stretching endlessly. Just how far had Sukuna brought you?

You had little time to ponder before two servant women appeared, bowing deeply. They poured hot water into a carved wooden tub and then added cherry blossom-scented oils.

You let them help you disrobe and sink into the fragrant bath, the tension in your muscles unwinding. The demon’s domain was still terrifying and foreign, but you couldn’t deny the comforts he lavished upon you. His possession had a gentleness to it that left you conflicted.

This place treated you better in less than two hours than your whole life in the village.

After your bath, the servants dressed you in silken robes layered in rich hues of wisteria and spring leaves. Darkened your lips with crushed berries. They arranged your hair with jade combs and dabbed perfume at your wrists in a courtly fashion.

Examining their work in a bronze mirror, you barely recognized yourself. The simple village girl staring back from the bronze mirror was gone, replaced by someone who looked like a noblewoman.

Sukuna was waiting when you emerged, hungry eyes sweeping over you appreciatively. “Beautiful,” he pulls you close to him. His lips grazed your wrist, inhaling the perfume there. “You will come to appreciate the comforts of being mine.” His words sent an illicit tingle through you.

“Thank you,” was all you could say as you felt your body sway toward him, eyelashes fluttering downward demurely. His attentions were clouding your caution, making you forget the circumstances that had brought you here.

Sukuna seemed pleased by your response. He took your hand and led you to a candlelit room where a feast awaited. You kneeled on plush cushions across from him. There, your eyes widen at the sight—dishes you could only dream of tasting.

“Uraume is my best cook. They know how to make delicious food,” he brags, pointing at the person with white bob hair with his eyes. Uraume bowed respectfully before excusing themselves.

As the night deepened, Sukuna kept your cup full, his burning gaze holding yours in the romantic glow. Here in this place of luxury, it was easy to forget he was someone who had stolen you away.

“Come.” He held out one of his hands. “It is time you rested.”

Back in the bed chamber, he guided you down onto silken sheets while your pulse quickened. His eyes roamed your body hungrily before he leaned down to claim your lips in a deep kiss. You knew you should resist, but his touch ignited a dangerous fire inside.

His fingers trailed delicately along your skin as he peeled away each layer of your robes until you were laid bare before him. “You are so lovely, little one,” he rasped. He pressed you down into the silken futon, his eyes focused on you. “I will teach you pleasures fit for an empress,” he growled.

“And you will learn to crave my body above all else.”

His words sent a spike of fear through you, even as your traitorous body responded hungrily to his. His burning caress left no doubt of his intentions. You trembled, but didn’t refuse him.

Here in this beautiful prison, you were his to do with as he pleased. And some traitorous part of you craved to experience the passions he promised.

As Sukuna’s body covered yours, you surrendered completely to him. Within these walls, you now belonged utterly to him.

You had been living as Sukuna’s pampered pet in his lavish manor for several days now. He gifted you an ornate silk kimono, adorned your hair with jeweled combs, and ensured you lacked nothing. At night, he would lay you across silken futons and set your body aflame with new realms of pleasure.

But each morning after, as he caressed your skin and murmured endearments, doubts crept in. Were there others that he touched this way? The thought filled you with unease.

You wanted his passion reserved only for you.

When Sukuna appeared in your room this evening, he found you quiet and distant, your smile restrained. Brow furrowing, he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze.

“What troubles you, little one? Have I not provided for you well?”

You gathered your courage. “I… I have a request, My Lord…”

He raised one brow, “Oh? Speak.”

“If we are to share such intimacy, I wish it to be only between us. No other lover, in any way.” You held his gaze evenly. “Will you vow this, please?”

For a moment Sukuna only stared, stunned by your bold demand. Then a sly smile curved his lips.

“My little one wishes to tame me, is that it?” He trailed a finger lightly down your cheek. “You seek to bind me to yourself alone?”

Heart pounding, you gave one short nod.

Sukuna threw back his head with a delighted laugh. “You fascinate me endlessly. No mortal has ever dared make demands of me.” His expression softened by looking at your innocent face. “But for you, I will agree.”

He leans down, face to face with you, “From now on, I am yours alone.”

Relief washed through you at his oath. As Sukuna drew you into a passionate kiss, you yielded completely for the first time, holding nothing back.

“My sweet, little love…” He lifted you in his arms. “I will make you forget any existed before this night.”

And he did. Laying you down, hands and lips he worshiped you, wringing gasps and cries from your lips as you arched desperately, mindless and pleading beneath him.

At the height of ecstasy, his burning gaze held yours. His heated gaze seared into yours at the pinnacle, fierce and possessive. “No other shall ever know you as I do.”

The feeling when your body joined, the sensation was beyond words, it felt like coming home. Like a missing piece of your soul had been restored. Wave after wave of bliss crested over you both, leaving you entwined in breathless ecstasy.

As lantern light faded to silvery moonbeams, Sukuna held you close, your heartbeats synchronizing. You now belonged only to each other in body, heart, and soul.

“Mine,” Sukuna rasped against your skin, his canine digging into your neck, marking you as his. “Just as I am yours. This, I vow to you, little one, from now until the end of days.”

His words echoed long in your mind, even as spent passion gave way to sleep in his enveloping embrace. The King of Curses himself was now bound to you irrevocably. And you to him.

The vow had been spoken, the ritual complete.

The days had settled into a predictable routine in Sukuna’s residence. He would vanish for hours or even full days to attend to mysterious “business”, leaving you to wander the chambers and gardens alone. You never ask where he went or what occupied him. Some fears were best left unspoken.

But your heart would lift eagerly whenever Sukuna returned, no matter how late the hour. Just knowing he had come back to you was enough. You took to waiting anxiously by the engawa, ready to greet him.

At first, he returned spotless and composed. But soon the blood became noticeable.

It would decorate his arms, spatter his chest and face in drying rust-colored patterns. The life essence of whatever poor souls had crossed him in the nearby villages. You didn’t need to ask how it got there.

The first time, you gasped and shrank back in horror. But Sukuna just smiled and opened his arms to you. “Come, let us get cleansed of the day’s exertions.”

You forced yourself to look past the gore, seeing only your demonic lord who needed tending. Taking his hand, you led him to the bath chamber.

There you gently sponged away the carnage, breathing relief when his skin emerged clean again. Sukuna watched you intently, eyes glowing with unspoken emotions. You didn’t dare examine it too closely.

When you were done, he would pull you into his lap, nuzzling against your throat almost tenderly. As if your ministries had tamed the beast lurking within.

“My little one,” he would rumble. And your heart would swell under his praises.

Before long, you began living for his returns. The hours apart stretched endlessly, your thoughts consumed with concern for his well-being. Your chest would tighten with loneliness in his absence. Maybe you craved him because you have no one to come home to, that’s why you are willing to be with him.

Surely he must share your needs, right?

The moment his shadow appeared down the corridor, you flew to him, embracing him heedless of any lingering blood. Sukuna laughed indulgently, hands gentling your desperation.

“Such passion, little one. Did you miss me so terribly?”

You nodded, not caring how you exposed your dependence on him. He tipped your chin up, his sharp eyes looking at you softly. “As I missed you. The time apart is agony.”

His admission made you smile in relief. After bathing him, you would prepare tea and draw him into quiet conversation, savoring this domestic intimacy. Here with you, he almost seemed content.

At late night, his lovemaking took on new urgency, as if reaffirming your bond. You matched his intensity, wanting to erase any distance the day had built between you.

“You are all I need,” he whispered afterward, cradling you close. And you knew then you were hopelessly lost to this dangerous creature. He had become your entire world.

When Sukuna departed each morning, part of you went with him. Until he returned to make you whole once more. There was no denying the truth—you were his, mind, body, and soul.

You see, life with Sukuna provided came at a terrible price—the waiting.

And so you hatched a plan.

You requested the finest silks from the seamstress and described the revealing garment you wished to craft. An elegant yet alluring yukata, hinting at the beauty beneath.

On the night of his homecoming, you adorned yourself carefully, arranging your hair over your bare shoulders, sketching your lips crimson. The ensemble left you feeling exposed, but also powerful.

When Sukuna entered the bed chamber, the sight of you made him halt in his tracks. Eyes widened as they traced over you hungrily, taking in every contour the diaphanous fabric outlined.

“Little one,” he rasped. “You look like divinity itself. What is all this for?”

You steeled your nerves and went to him, guiding his fingers to untie your sash with hands that trembled.

“I wish to ease your burdens tonight, My Lord. Will you permit me?”

A growl escapes his throat as your robes slip to the floor. The intensity of his gaze seared into your skin everywhere it touched. Strong arms pulled you fiercely against him.

“You test my restraint, beloved. Are you certain?”

At your whispered yes, his control shattered. With infinite care he bore you down onto silken sheets, praising every inch of newly bared flesh until you were dizzy and pleading.

Even at its peak, he kept the pace languid—long, delirious strokes of passion. The pleasure was sweet agony. You arched and moved as one, minds entwining as deeply as your bodies.

When it ended, you were changed. Sukuna held you tenderly as languor claimed you both, as if you were the most precious treasure in the world.

Perhaps you should have been afraid of this obsessive devotion. But you could not imagine life without him now.

As nice as it is living comfortably with everything provided for you, sometimes his residence becomes a gilded cage. You yearned to walk beyond the gardens, to visit the nearby villages you glimpsed from afar.

After much pleading, Sukuna finally relented. “If it will make you happy, we shall go. But you must stay close to me.” His eyes held an unspoken warning.

The day came at last. Taking his arm, you ventured out onto the winding forest paths, buzzing with excitement. Sukuna watched you closely, as if to imprint each delighted reaction.

When the first simple thatched dwellings came into view, you gasped. “Oh, look! Real village life, just as I remembered.”

“Then let us explore it,” he said indulgently, strolling by your side.

You moved through stalls selling woven reed baskets, hand-dyed yukata, and carved jade amulets. The smells of grilling fish and blossom-scented steam from tea houses mingled in the air. Your smile was radiant.

Most villagers averted their eyes and scrambled away at the sight of his presence. But their fearful deference only seemed to amuse Sukuna as he guided you along.

Pausing by a fountain, you turned joyfully to him. “Thank you for this, My Lord. I haven’t felt this happy in…” Your voice trailed off as you noticed a young man staring from across the village square. His gaze was fixed on you, his handsome face breaking into a flirtatious grin, looking at you with his eyes signaling interest.

Before you could react, Sukuna had crossed the distance between them in two swift strides. You watched in horror as he seized the insolent youth by the throat and slammed him against a wall, baring razor fangs.

“You dare look at her that way?” he thundered. The young man choked out pleas for mercy as Sukuna’s grip tightened relentlessly.

“My Lord! Stop!” You rushed over, clutching his arm. “I beg you, let him go!”

With obvious reluctance, Sukuna released his hold and stepped back. The terrified man crumpled to the ground, wheezing with his face pale. You tugged Sukuna (he didn’t resist) away quickly as onlookers gaped.

Once you were back within the secluded forest path, he rounded on you. “Why did you stop me?” he demanded, eyes still burning with fury. “That whelp was openly desiring what is mine.”

You trembled. “He meant no true offense, My Lord.”

Sukuna exhaled harshly, drawing you against him. “You are too forgiving, little one. Next time I may not be so lenient.” The promise in his voice chilled you.

Nonetheless, in the days that followed, you persuaded him to let you visit the village markets again. Sukuna acquiesced, but his mood turned brooding whenever you went out together.

It was not long before a repeat incident occurred. A passing noble’s gaze lingered on you a moment too long. Sukuna's reaction was swift and merciless. Before you could intervene, the shrieking lord was engulfed in infernal flames, his ashes scattering to the wind.

This time, Sukuna was deaf to your pleas for restraint. “They continue testing me, presuming they can admire my possession with impunity,” he snarled. “I will suffer this insult no more.”

Numb with horror, you could say nothing as he took your arm and led you from that place of death.

Sukuna would never change his nature. His jealousy and possessiveness were as innate as the demonic power coursing through his veins. And you were helpless to curb them.

Trying to tame such a savage spirit had been foolish. Where his claim over you was concerned, no mercy would ever sway him.

The journey back to the estate was made in tense silence. You could feel the rage rolling off Sukuna in scorching waves as he strode ahead. His jaw was granite, fists clenched and shaking.

Only once you were behind the privacy of the chamber walls did he finally unleash it.

“How can you defend him?” he roared, making you flinch. “Those pathetic mortals who dared to covet what is not theirs. It is unacceptable!”

You stood your ground. “I make no defense, only ask that you temper reactions. This endless jealousy causes nothing but suffering.”

Sukuna’s eyes blazed, his voice dropping to a dangerous hiss. “You ask me to watch passively as they dishonor my claim on you? To permit their vulgar ogling?” He swept a hand savagely across a lacquered table, sending the vase crashing.

You jumped at the destruction but forced yourself to meet his volcanic glare. “I am not possession or prize to be claimed, My Lord. You cannot punish all for one foolish man’s gaze. I have told you this before, but I am not harmed.”

“Not harmed?” Sukuna bellowed, slamming his fists into the bloodwood pillar with a crack. “Not yet! But their desire will grow brazen if I do not act decisively now.”

He stormed toward you, making you back away instinctively. “You are mine. No other shall covet or touch what belongs to me. I would see this whole wretched village burn first.”

As his tirade raged on, you felt tears rising, spilling silently down your cheeks. The possessive diatribes, the limitless fury—you were exposing the folly of trying to gentle the devil’s heart.

Sukuna abruptly halted his pacing at the sight, chest heaving. His blazing eyes took in your hunched, trembling form. For an instant, something like shock flickered across his face. He blinked rapidly, swaying slightly.

“No… My little love…” All at once, the frenzied anger seemed to drain from him. He reached for you hesitantly, as if expecting you to recoil. When you stayed rooted, he enfolded you in his shaking arms.

“Forgive me,” Sukuna whispered. “I should not have raised my voice. But the thought of losing you…” One hand stroked your hair, then gently tipped your chin up. His thumb brushed away the tear tracks on your skin.

“You are everything to me in this wretched world,” he murmured. “I could not bear it if harm befell you.” His eyes were molten and his voice raw. “Tell me you know I would never let anything hurt you, not even myself in the madness of my rage.”

You searched his face and saw the sincerity burning there. With a fragile nod, you laid your head against his chest. His exhale was ragged with relief.

“I will try to be more merciful. For you, at least,” he sighs. “But you must understand it rages in my blood when I see them desire my most precious treasure.”

You stayed silent in his embrace. Perhaps this was the most he could concede—ferocity tempered with remorse. You could not change his possessive heart, only help him master what flowed within it.

And for now, it would have to be enough. His jealousy was a storm that would never fully be calmed. But like the storm’s eye, at the center there was still tenderness he reserved only for you.

Once more, the days dragged endlessly when Sukuna was away. You had explored every corner of the estate a dozen times over. The loneliness gnawed at you.

So when he left at dawn one morning, you made an impulsive decision. Donning a cloak, you slipped outside the manor walls while the servants slept. Your steps quickened as you neared the hill path leading down to the village.

You had only meant to take a brief, harmless walk to lift your spirits. But the smells of grilled squid and sweet adzuki buns drew you like a magnet. Your stomach rumbled, reminding you it had been ages since you tasted simple street food.

Checking over your shoulder, you darted to the nearest food stall when no one was looking. The elderly vendor smiled in delight as you pointed to the snacks that tempted you most. It felt deliciously naughty, this minor rebellion.

You were waiting for the bamboo skewer of piping hot squid when someone jostled you from behind. Whirling around angrily, you found yourself staring up at a rugged, unkempt man looming over you. His bloodshot eyes raked down your body in a way that made your skin crawl.

“Well now, what do we have here?” His words slurred drunkenly. “You’re that demon’s little toy, ain’t ya? His pretty pet.”

When you shrank away, the brute caught your wrist in a painful grip. Revulsion rose in you. “Let go of me!”

The man just sneered. “Where is your master now, hmm? Bet he doesn’t like you sneakin’ off alone.” He swayed closer, sour breath hot on your face. “Maybe I oughta teach you some manners, whore.”

Outraged tears stung your eyes. You opened your mouth to scream for help when suddenly the man’s hand was wrenched away from you with a sickening crack. His shriek split the air.

Whirling around, you saw Sukuna standing there, eyes blazing infernos. The man who had seized you was now suspended off the ground, clutching his mangled, dangling arm.

“Please, mercy!” he whimpered piteously. But Sukuna’s face was a merciless stone.

With a snarl, he slammed the offender down, pinning him by the throat. “You dare speak to her that way?” His voice was deathly quiet. “Dare lay your filthy hands upon her?”

The man gurgled pleas, legs kicking uselessly. Sukuna tightened his grip. “No. There will be no mercy for you.”

And before your eyes, he ripped the man’s head from his body in one savage motion. Blood sprayed hot across your face and cloak. The headless corpse slumped with a wet thud that echoed horribly in your ears.

You stood there, frozen. You’re sick to the stomach—it’s nauseating—looking at the brutal sight that your lover could do.

Rooted in shock, you barely registered Sukuna turning to you. He grasped your shoulders firmly. “Did he hurt you?” At your numb shake of the head, fiery rage flooded back into his eyes.

“Good. Because I would have drawn out his torment for years if he had.” With that, Sukuna flung the lifeless body contemptuously through the door of a nearby hut.

Screams arose from within as you stared at the gore coating Sukuna’s hands. The brutality finally jolted you from horrified paralysis. Voice trembling, you begged him to take you home.

The journey back was made in silence. Once behind the walls, Sukuna rounded on you like the last time.

“How could you go without my permission?” He paced like a caged beast. “See what nearly befell you? The filth who could do anything to you?”

You flinched beneath the verbal onslaught, too numb to defend yourself as he kept raging.

“You are forbidden from leaving again! Do you understand?” He seized your shoulders roughly. “It is too dangerous for you.”

You nodded, mute and hollow. With a harsh exhale, Sukuna pulls you against him as four of his arms envelop you in a warm embrace, some of the frantic anger leaving him.

“Forgive my harsh words, my little love. But I do not like you being treated like that.” His voice broke on the last word. He clutched you tighter, as if to reassure himself you were real.

After that day, whispers followed you through the residence like ghosts, for no clear reason. Servants offering polite smiles that never reached their eyes, only to resume their hushed gossip once you’d passed.

At first, you tried ignoring the sidelong glances and murmurs. But still, the cruel words leaked through.

“She is just a plaything to him.”

“Once the master is bored, she will be discarded.”

“He is only using her on the bed.”

“Once he tires of those pleasures, her time here will end.”

Their cruel words haunted you, sinking claws into vulnerabilities you’d buried deep. Did they speak the truth? Was your whole purpose here just to entertain Sukuna’s baser appetites? The thought you might be expendable shook you to your core.

You managed to conceal your anguish and distress at first. But the doubts festered, stealing your appetite and sleep. When Sukuna finally noticed the toll on your health, alarm flared in his eyes.

Gently taking your hands, he scoops you onto his lap, facing him. “What is bothering your pretty little head, hm? You know you can tell me anything.”

You shook your head, “It is nothing, My Lord. Not a big problem.”

“I do not like you lying to me, little one,” he shakes his head, not buying your secrecy.

“I am okay. Please, no need to be concerned about me.”

“How can I not? What is it? Tell me,” he holds your chin still to make you look at him.

Both of your stubborn banter goes back and forth until you’re both getting impatient.

You wavered, then spilled out the vile gossip you’d endured in silence. Sukuna listened gravely, thumb idly stroking your wrist. When you finished, he let out a long breath, gazing at you earnestly

“You believe their hateful lies? That you are some plaything to me? You know in your heart these claims are untrue.” He grasped your shoulders, staring intently into your eyes. “You are everything. Your faith in me is worth more than a million mortal lifetimes.”

He brought your hand to his chest, holding it over his steadily beating heart. “Do not let petty jealousies make you doubt what we share.”

Overwhelmed, you buried your face against him. “Forgive my doubts, My Lord,” you whispered.

“There is nothing to forgive. The fault is theirs, not yours.” Stroking your hair, he pressed a fierce kiss to your head. Then his tone turned cold. “As for these spiteful women, I will make them regret ever speaking such lies.”

You quickly squeezed his hands. “Please, do not harm them. I only wished to explain my melancholy, not see others punished.”

Sukuna frowned. “You ask me to ignore those who hurt you so? Who makes you doubt my devotion?” His grip on you tightened. “I cannot be so forgiving.”

“I know it comes from care,” you soothed. “But replying to anger with more anger will only breed misery.”

He paused, then exhaled harshly, pulling you close. Resting his forehead to yours, he went on. “I swear to you, my feelings run deeper than they comprehend.”

“Leave this to me now, little one. Just rest easy.”

True to his word, the gossip ceased quickly. You didn’t ask what Sukuna said or did to silence loose tongues. But the servants now bent over backward to please you, their once spiteful eyes now carefully respectful.

Their newfound reverence somehow bothered you more. But Sukuna seemed satisfied. “Let the wretches make amends for causing you pain,” he said nonchalantly.

Some part of you recoiled at his methods. Yet it warmed your heart to know he would avenge any slight against you without hesitation. Perhaps it was wrong to take comfort from his possessiveness.

But you needed to feel cherished after so much doubt. And Sukuna left no room for uncertainty in how deeply he treasured you. Each tender glance and touch slowly healed the wounds until you were whole again.

When he came to you beneath the silken sheets now, the passion held new meaning. A reaffirming of what you were to each other.

You were his sanctuary. Just as he was yours.

The gossip no longer stung when you knew his heart with such certainty.

Sukuna had told you he was taking a few days off to spend with you. With him home beside you for a blessed few days, the gloom cast over the estate seemed to lift. His four muscular arms caged you securely against his broad chest as you sank comfortably into his embrace.

He was attentive in ways you’d never seen before, constantly drawing you into his arms, asking questions about your childhood, your dreams, anything to get to know you better.

At first, you were shy, unused to being the object of such focused interest. But Sukuna’s patient gentleness soon had the words spilling freely from your lips.

You happily opened up to him in turn, chatting lightly about your days spent tending the garden, studying scripture with the monks, or watching the koi fish circle lazily in their pond. No detail was too small or mundane—he drank in every insight into your character with eyes that never once glazed in boredom.

He listened intently, his crimson eyes focused solely on you. As frightening as he could be, you knew this powerful being cherished you in his own way. You were likely the only person in the world he cared for.

When you finally worked up the courage to ask about his early life in turn, his gaze darkened briefly. “There is little of worth to tell,” he muttered.

He went on tonelessly to describe his parents casting him out as an infant, cursing his existence. Forced to eke out a living on the streets, he learned quickly that mercy was for the weak.

“I was not always like this,” he rumbled. “Once I was a human, born to parents who did not want me.” His fingers tensed where they rested on your back. “As an infant, they discarded me on the streets to die. But I survived, growing up feral and alone.”

You looked up at him sadly, heart aching at the thought of him helpless and abandoned with no one to care for him. You raised a hand to gently stroke his cheek.

Sukuna closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. “I do not tell you this for pity,” he said firmly. “My past made me strong.”

His eyes opened again. “When my cursed technique manifested, I used them without mercy, cutting down any who dared stand in my way. I reveled in my growing strength, the thrill of battle and blood... they satisfied me. I honed my skills until I became unmatched.”

You nodded solemnly. His description matched the legends told of the terrifying Ryomen Sukuna.

Now you know why he lacked mercy.

You take his hands in yours, kissing his palms. “The past is behind you now,” you told him. “What matters is who you choose to be from this day forth. My love for you is unconditional.” You smiled up at him warmly. “But I promise to teach you the ways of empathy and love, even if you protest.”

Sukuna huffed in amusement, the corners of his mouth quirking up. “Little one, you may try, but do not expect miracles. I am what I am.” But his embrace around you was gentle, belying his words.

You poked his chest teasingly. “I will make it my mission to show you how wonderful love can be, the joys it brings to our lives.” Laughing, you added, “Just you wait, I will have you reciting poetry and picking wildflowers before long!”

“Hmph, do not get carried away,” he grumbled, but you could tell he was secretly pleased by your playful vow.

You cuddled against his chest, determined to shower this damaged soul with all the love and tenderness he had missed in his tragic early years.

The next morning, as soft sunlight filtered into the bedroom, you lay wrapped in Sukuna’s strong embrace. Your head rested on his muscular chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. His breathing was slow and even, still asleep.

You traced idle patterns on his bare skin, your fingertips grazing over the tattoos adorning his body. Your mind drifted back to the conversation from the night before when Sukuna had told you a bit of his past.

Abandoned and unloved, forced to survive on his own from infancy. Your heart ached for the small, helpless babe he had been. The thought of him growing up without affection or care weighed heavily on you.

You understood now why love and empathy were so foreign to him. But you were determined to show Sukuna what he had missed, to fill his long existence with the warmth and joy he deserved.

Your short mortal life worried you, however. Sukuna had lived for centuries, he would go on existing long after you passed on. Would he find someone new to love? How would losing you affect him? Immortal beings were not meant to give their hearts to fleeting humans.

You must have tensed in concern, because Sukuna began stirring, his four arms instinctively tightening around you. “What troubles you so early, little one?” his deep voice rasped, still groggy with sleep.

You tilted your head up to peer at him. “I was thinking about what you told me last night, about your past. My heart breaks imagining you alone as a child.”

He regarded you seriously. “It was long ago. Dwelling on what cannot be changed is pointless.”

“I know,” you murmured. “I only wish I could have cared for you then. But now I worry… what will happen when I am gone? My life is so short compared to yours. Will you find someone new to love?” Your voice caught on the last word as you averted your gaze. You weren’t sure you even wanted to hear the answer.

He was silent. When you worked up the courage to look at him again, his crimson eyes were looking at you intensely. With a swift, motion he flipped you beneath him, bracing his weight above you and capturing your face between his big hands.

“You think I could simply replace you when death takes you from me?” His thumb brushed your cheek tenderly. “No other has touched my soul as you have. Long was my existence before you, yet I was empty.” Leaning down, he touched his forehead to yours.

“Your fragile mortality may one day steal you from my side, but what we have cannot be replicated or replaced.” He lifted his head to gaze deeply into your eyes.

“When you are gone, I will be lost again. I accept that your life must end as mine continues.” His jaw clenched. “But I will find no peace with another. What we have is beyond replacement.”

Tears blurred your vision at his heartfelt words. You had not realized the depth of his attachment, that the absence of your love would leave him emotionally desolate.

You threw your arms around his broad shoulders. “Then we must make the most of the time we have,” you declared. “Fill our days with so much joy that you will carry the warmth of our love for eternity.”

Sukuna wrapped you tightly in his embrace. “Yes,” he agreed, nuzzling your neck. “I will cherish every precious moment with you, little one.”

His words made your heart clench, but you understood, he would never love another as he had you. Your lives were tragically misaligned, yet the love you shared transcended such limits.

You spent the day wrapped up in Sukuna, exchanging tender caresses, murmuring sweet nothings, strolling the grounds hand-in-hand. Every shared laugh, every affectionate glance was savored, imprinting your bond ever deeper.

As the sun sets in glorious color, you lay entwined together beneath the cover of a wisteria tree. Your head rested over Sukuna’s heart as he gently stroked your hair. His steady heartbeat and the rhythmic rise of his chest were deeply comforting.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” you whispered.

“As do I, little one,” he replied, his voice tinged with melancholy. “But we cannot halt the merciless passage of time.”

You leaned up to press a soft kiss to his jaw. “No matter how short my life, I am grateful every moment of it is spent with you.”

Sukuna cradled you close, distress evident in his eyes. “When I am alone again, I will find comfort in the memories we have.”

His grip on you tightened, as if he could hold you to this world through will alone. You tilted your head back to peer up at him. “And when I am gone, will you be okay?”

“I will endure it. As I have endured all hardship in my long life.” He traced his thumb lightly down your cheek. “It will not feel the same, my little love. But do not worry about me, I will be fine.”

Your heart clenched at the raw honesty in his normally stoic demeanor. On impulse, you stretched up to press a soft kiss to his lips. Sukuna went still for a heartbeat before responding in kind, lips moving gently against yours.

“Then do not dwell on the inevitable end,” you cup his face in your hands. “Think only of how much we mean to each other now. If my love can sustain you even a little while after I am gone, that will be enough.”

Sukuna pressed his forehead to yours. “I will brace it when the time comes. But for now, my world is only you.”

You kissed him tenderly, then settled against his chest once more. Bittersweet joy swelled your heart, knowing you had brought some warmth into Sukuna’s grim existence. Though fleeting and painfully finite, your mortal love was a balm to his ancient, scarred soul.

The years passed swiftly. Sukuna remained your steadfast companion as you grew from a young woman into old age. He was always there to hold you close, whisper endearments, make you laugh with his wit.

In the blink of an eye, your hair became streaked with silver. Your smooth skin wrinkled and your energy waned. But your love never faded.

Sukuna stayed by your side as you grew frail, cradling you tenderly through restless nights, patiently spoon-feeding you broth when eating became difficult. His eyes reflected centuries of sadness knowing your time grew short.

Finally, you lay weakly upon your futon as he stayed close by your side. Your breathing turned ragged and a violent cough wracked your body. He gathered you gently into his arms.

“The end is near, my little one,” he murmured, smoothing back your thin hair.

You gave him a quivering smile. “I am ready. Just stay with me, please.”

He pressed his lips to your wrinkled forehead. “Always.”

You spent your final moments gazing up at his face, etched into your mind after so many years together. His image would be the last you saw in this life. With a contented sigh, you closed your eyes for the final time.

Sukuna let out a broken noise, pulling you tightly to his chest as your body went limp. Rocking your still form, he wept for the first time in his long existence. Anguished sobs wracked his powerful frame.

He had known this moment would come, yet nothing could have prepared him for the sheer devastation of losing you. It felt as though part of his soul had been ripped away.

Sukuna had guarded your mortal form night and day in those final years. Now you slipped away before his eyes, leaving him utterly alone. The crushing pain made him understand the human concept of a “broken heart”.

But he took comfort knowing you had passed peacefully in his embrace. The only mercy was that you were spared a drawn-out decline. He had filled your short life with as much love as one man could give. He has known you for a short time compared to how you’ve known him for most of your life.

Wiping his eyes, Sukuna pressed final kisses to your cooled skin. He would honor you with a funeral befitting royalty. Then he must decide where to wander next. This place held too many haunting memories now.

Sukuna laid you gently on the futon and stood. He cast one last anguished look at your still face.

“My beloved…” he whispered. “No other shall ever take your place.”

Then he turned and strode from the room, jaw clenched against a fresh onslaught of grief. His steps were heavy with the unbearable burden of immortality and loss.

No, he doesn’t cremate you despite having the ability to do so. He doesn’t even want to think of burning you to ashes, or he might as well lose it and burn the world with it for taking you away too soon.

He buried you beneath the cherry tree where you’d spent so many blissful hours in his arms. He marked the site with a stone monument etched with his promise:

“In this life or the next, you are mine. None will ever love you as I have, little one.”

His task complete, Sukuna wandered for many years after. Though the sharp pain dulled to a persistent ache, the emptiness inside him never abated. He fulfilled his promise and took no other lovers, knowing they could only ever be hollow substitutes.

He will wait until his time comes no matter how long it takes to see you again in the afterlife.

He will wait long enough to see you reborn and claim you one more as his.

But the thing he knows for sure, you will always belong to no one but him.

I got emotional and carried away, I’m sorry 😭😭

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[amongemeraldclouds]

The Slytherin Boys as Disney Princes

Ft. Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Blaise Zabini, Tom Riddle, Draco Malfoy, and Lorenzo Berkshire. Also features x f!Reader as their equivalent Disney princesses.

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From the Wizarding World to magical fairytales, let’s crown our beloved Slytherin boys as the following Disney princes:

Theodore Nott as Prince Charming (Cinderella)

Note: Prince Charming doesn’t have much personality in the original 1950s film, but we learn more about him in later films, where I drew information from.

✭ Raised in privilege as a prince, Theodore Nott lived a very charmed life just as the name Prince Charming suggests.

✭ With only royals and commoners to distinguish class, he is less prejudiced and more accepting of others. His father taught him at an early age that they have a responsibility to their people just as their people serve them.

✭ Because of this, he is open and friendly to everyone, including animals. He was once hunting down a deer only for it to be a game in the end, him and the deer are actually friends. (Note: Yes this is canon Prince Charming and is very Theo as well.)

✭ If Disney were less wholesome, Theo as Prince Charming would have regular lovers, but it will only always be physical. He has not yet found a connection with anyone, but it doesn’t matter because he enjoys sex. He certainly never runs out of women to sleep with.

✭ Beneath all the charm, he secretly hopes to find a love match. The kind of relationship that transcends strategy and status. He longs for passion and romance, much like in the books he reads in the castle’s library, though he’ll never let anyone know.

✭ His father in the meantime is keen to see him married to an eligible maiden so he threw a ball. He rolled his eyes and yawned when no one was looking, initially bored because he still couldn’t find the connection he longed for. At this point, he doubted he’d ever find it. 

✭ Then he met you. You in your light blue dress and glass slippers. Everything about you sparkled and it ignited something in his heart. He never knew romantic love before you, but he recognized it right away.

✭ He wouldn’t care that you were a commoner, he’d admire your courage and kindness once he got to know you. Besides, true love was far more valuable than any precious metals and gems.

✭ After you ran off, your glass slipper gave him hope. He was going to stop at nothing to find you, his true love.

Mattheo Riddle as Flynn Rider (Tangled)

⋆☀︎. Left to his own devices, Mattheo Riddle would go on countless adventures across different kingdoms and forests, thieving only as a means to an end so he could survive. 

⋆☀︎. He enjoys the rush, being chased by the authorities and not being held down by rules or responsibilities. (Except they can never get his damn nose right on Wanted signs despite the distinct cut he has on the bridge of his nose iykyk.)

⋆☀︎. With his charming personality and irresistible smolder, he’s an expert in banding together with fellow criminals and often smooth talks his way into ladies’ beds. All temporary partnerships for his on-the-go lifestyle.

⋆☀︎. Until one day he comes across you, the girl with golden hair and big eyes — not to be underestimated with your ferocious pan wielding tendencies. He learns the last part a little too late, the hard way.

⋆☀︎. As he promised to take you to see the floating lights in exchange for the crown, he finds himself having fun swinging his fists and learning about your power to bring out the good in people.

⋆☀︎. You managed to charm tough guys in a bar, getting them to talk about their dreams—of being a florist, of performing on stage, and of falling in love. He realizes it may not be so bad to go on adventures with someone else.

⋆☀︎. He was already mesmerized before he learned about your magical hair. He saw the light within you long before that enchanted night when lanterns floated through the air like stars hung low just for you. And of course, they were always meant for you.

⋆☀︎. Before Mother Gothel could plunge the weapon in him, he already knew he was a goner. He knew he could never go back to who he was. He was now and forever going to be a moth to your flame, your soul as radiant as the sun even long after your golden hair turned brown.

Blaise Zabini as Kristoff (Frozen)

•❅*ִ Much like Kristoff, Blaise Zabini exudes a quiet confidence that does not need to declare itself.

•❅*ִ As an ice harvester who works with ice picks, hooks and ropes, he has an athletic build and a tough exterior, but do not be fooled for he has a soft heart within.

•❅*ִ Having grown among trolls and reindeers, he sometimes gets frustrated when interacting with people. He believes reindeers are better than people, but all that changes when he meets you.

•❅*ִ He is very practical and honest, but when he is blunt he often means well. He is quick to call you out on the fact that you’re about to marry a man you hardly know.

•❅*ִ He initially agrees to help you end winter to save his ice business and get a new sled. However, the more challenges you face together, he grows to admire your fearlessness and determination.

•❅*ִ While you initially find him to be annoying, you soon discover his charming and funny side.

•❅*ִ He will however suppress his feelings for you, thinking it’s better to let it go because you’re already engaged anyway. But when truths are revealed and no one is who they appear to be, you’ll melt his frozen heart with a kiss on the cheek.

Draco Malfoy as Li Shang (Mulan)

✿ To Draco Malfoy, loyalty and family legacy is important, just like Li Shang who aims to be just as great as his father, the head of the Imperial Chinese Army.

✿ He is disciplined and has mastered both physical and strategic ways of waging war. He has a lot of traditional beliefs, including making a man out of his troops using elaborate physical training.

✿ He starts questioning those beliefs when he sees your determination as Ping, using both weights to climb up the pole even though it took you countless failures throughout the night. What were these confusing feelings in his chest?

✿ Yet he couldn’t deny it, nor would he try. He was ready to lay his life down for you even before you saved him. It didn’t take him long to return the favor when he found out you were a woman and so he spared your life.

✿ Despite his firm upbringing, he was always loyal to his heart. Even though you betrayed the army, he knew your intentions had been good and that your hard work made you a skilled soldier.

✿ He listened and trusted your last ditch efforts to save the Emperor, even resorting to cross dressing as part of the plan. It all paid off as you saved the Emperor and all of China. 

✿ In the end, you were absolved of your deceit and honored for your heroism, finally letting your reflection show who you are and what you’re made of. Your final crime was stealing his heart.

Tom Riddle as Aladdin (Aladdin)

✶ Tom Riddle grew up as an orphan and resorted to a life of crime to survive in Agrabah. Secretly, he enjoyed it too.

✶ Smitten by your beauty, he saved you from a merchant at the market and he was impressed with your agility when it came to dodging the authorities.

✶ When you reached Aladdin’s home, you revealed you were from the palace and left thinking you’d never see him again. He longed to visit the palace to get another glimpse of your beauty.

✶ Named as a diamond in the rough, Jafar recognized Tom’s talent and recruited him to steal the magic lamp from the Cave of Wonders. Encouraged by the promise of riches (therefore power) and a subconscious need to please Jafar, he takes on the task, saving a magic carpet in the process.

✶ Back at the palace, your father sought to marry you off to find a successor to his throne. You met suitors, including a flashy prince called Ali from Ababwa.

✶ On a magic carpet ride, you trick Ali into admitting he’s the thief you previously met at the market. He manipulates you into thinking he’s the prince and the thief persona was just an act for him to get to know the city better.

✶ When Jafar uncovers Tom’s identity, he steals the magic lamp and wreaks havoc using the genie’s wishes. Understanding Jafar’s ego, he tricks him into wishing to be the most powerful being in the universe, which imprisons Jafar in his own lamp as a genie.

✶ Instead of using his last wish to continue being the rightful prince who can marry you, he used it to free the genie, as he has now learned how power corrupts others. It wasn’t worth it.

✶ Crowned as the next sultana, you recognized how our actions and choices defined us. Despite Tom’s manipulations, he showed up and was willing to learn. He was not afraid to look into the dark and make the right decisions when it mattered, a husband fit for a ruler.

Lorenzo Berkshire as Jack Frost (Rise of The Guardians)

Before you come at me, I know Jack Frost is not a Disney prince, but I’m a Jelsa truther so here we are.

❅ Lorenzo Berkshire mirrors Jack Frost’s love for mischief and games. As the guardian of fun, he enjoys playing harmless tricks on children and hearing them laugh as a result.

❅ Beneath the playful exterior, he deeply cares for those around him, having saved his sister from a frozen lake. His ultimate sacrifice led to his untimely demise, which the Man in The Moon rewarded him by making him immortal and granting him powers. 

❅ He never found much need for romance, opting to spend his days playing with children and visiting his fellow guardians instead. Until one day, he visits the Enchanted Forest and comes across you, its mighty protector.

❅ Despite the initial distrust, he wins you over with his easy smile and sincerity. You never realized it until then, how lonely it was to be an ice queen without her king.

❅ Jack was also amazed to find someone else who could play with the magic of snow. He felt seen and understood like never before. For once, the loneliness in his heart melted away.

❅ So you spent your days together, laughing over silly jokes and exchanging stories. The cold never bothered you, but being with him made you understand why people enjoyed the sweetness of hot cocoa and why they cuddled close to a fire.

❅ Both your friends and family were happy for you. One day, Jack asked you to invite everyone so you can have a contest on who built the best sculptures. Your audience and judges comprised of Jack’s fellow Guardians, Queen Anna and King Kristoff, Olaf, and Sven.

❅ You showed off with iced gardens, towers, and even the shape of Sven, but none was more impressive as when you turned around to find Jack on one knee, a gleaming diamond in his hand. It was a picture perfect moment with ice sculptures in the background, celebrated with loved ones. 

❅ And soon, the ice queen would never be without her king.  

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[doumadono]

sinful sunday req!

(established relationship)

bakugo comes home to reader wearing his merch and just goes absolutely crazy. he finds it super attractive and just rails reader.

overstimulation and praise please 🫶

(ive never done a request before so if this is the wrong format please lmk😭)

Hiya, Anon! Of course, you're doing just fine with your request! Don't worry about the format :) Also, this is my personal headcanon: whenever Bakugo catches a glimpse of his girlfriend clad in his merchandise, it triggers an almost primal reaction within him. Be it a simple t-shirt, a pair of shorts, or even underwear adorned with the Dynamight theme, the effect is the same — Katsuki transforms into a wild, needy bastard, utterly consumed by the need to claim and possess her 😊

SINFUL SUNDAY

Bakugo bursts through the door after a long day of hero work, ready to vent his frustrations. However, when he sees you lounging on the couch, wearing his merch in a way that accentuates all the right curves, his anger quickly morphs into intense desire

His crimson eyes lock onto you, and the intensity of his stare practically burns through you. The way you look in his merch drives him wild, and he can't help but approach you with a smoldering gaze

"Hi, tiger, how was it at…" You try to ask

Bakugo doesn't waste any time. He captures your lips in a heated kiss, his hands finding their way to the hem of his merch t-shirt as he eagerly explores your body beneath it

Between breathless kisses, Bakugo whispers how sexy you in his merch, and how much it turns him on. His words only fuel your own passion. "Look at you, nerd, looking all goddamn sexy, dressed in daddy's merch, huh? I'm gonna fucking wipe that simper off your pretty face, doll"

Bakugo helps you out of his merch, his impatience evident. The fabric falls to the floor, leaving you in nothing but the naked form; his clothes followed soon

Soon, you are laying on the couch, pinned down by his weight, and his fingers are scissoring inside of you with ease due to the lubricant of your wetness, and he’s already sucked several red marks onto your neck. "Fuck, dumbass, look at you, so needy for daddy's touch."

You want him so badly, and you make sure he knows it by grabbing him by the ends of his hair and pulling him in a steamy makeout session

He smirks as he spreads you open with his fingers. "So fucking messy, doll."

Without warning, Katsuki opens you up with his cock, driving himself into you roughly, his other hand squeezing lightly at your neck and guiding your mouth to his. "Look at me. I said look at me. That's it, dumbass, you can be obedient if you want."

Bakugo fucks you hard, viciously rubbing your clitoris with his index finger

Your pathetic whines and mans are like music to his ears

"Kats… Oh my gosh, I can't, I can't, please! Too much!" You beg, your legs wrapped around his hips trembling already

“You’re clenching me so tightly, are you about to cum, nerd? So be a good girl and cum for me, now."

Bakugo's hips stutter as he lets out a quiet groan, ropes of his seed spilling into you as you both come

Katsuki watches his seed pour out of your abused pussy and trail down your thighs, kissing your temple as you both come down from your high, praising you for being "brave" and "obedient"

Afterward, you bask in the warm afterglow of your ecstasy, cuddling on the couch. Bakugo can't stop complimenting you, admitting that seeing you in his merch was the hottest thing he'd ever experienced

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[hisui-dreamer]

ode to the heir of the underworld

Pairing: Idia Shroud x gn!reader

Synopsis: you would always be willing to stay by his side, no matter how gloomy he might be

Tags: drabble, fluff, slightly poetic hehe, reader is a simp for idia, bot proofread

Word count: 618

Notes: happy birthday idia!! fr he was the only character i hated when I started twst, but he's grown a lot of me ever since and seeing his dialogue is always so refreshing hahaha

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Your lover is always nervous when he's talking to other people. And though it's a formidable shadow in his life, the rare moments of tranquillity that come with your presence hold a gentle beauty. The subtle relaxation, the easing of tense shoulders, and the softening of his guarded expressions—it warms your heart that he can breathe freely around you. In those fleeting instances, when his guard lowers, you see the true essence of his being, and it's in those vulnerable, unfiltered moments that your affection for him grows even deeper.

Your lover harbours a tempest within, a brewing storm that can be triggered by the smallest of things, though it's rarely aimed in your direction. It’s an anger that flares, but it's also a blaze that swiftly extinguishes itself, dissipating at the slightest touch of understanding or reassurance. You're slightly ashamed to admit it, but watching him burst into smoldering, golden flames is ever so slightly amusing.

Your lover holds his younger brother in the highest regard, showering him with unconditional adoration and protectiveness. He takes crafting custom upgrades, playing video games together, and doting on him with an earnestness that knows no bounds. It's incredibly heartwarming just how he's willing to go the distance just for his little brother.

Your lover has no boundaries in scientific creation when he is sparked by motivation. The dormant genius ignites within him, birthing ideas that defy the confines of convention. From the meticulous coding of new programs to the intricate design of futuristic gadgets, his creativity dances on the edge of brilliance. It's in these rare moments that you can see him fully as the technology genius he always was.

Your lover's excitement about the various games and anime that interest him truly rival a child. His eyes alight with a fervour that's infectious, and his words spill forth in a torrent, carrying with them a depth of knowledge and excitement that's utterly captivating. It's a large contrast between the gloomy man who always thinks the worst of every situation. In these moments where he allows himself to hope, you find yourself enchanted by the sheer intensity of his spirit, revelling in the privilege of glimpsing the vibrant core of his being.

Your love how, behind closed doors, he reveals a side that contrasts starkly with his reserved demeanour. He becomes the definition of affection and clinginess, seeking closeness and reassurance in your presence. His walls crumble, allowing vulnerability to emerge as he leans into cuddles, lingering embraces, and moments where he simply revels in your warmth. In these private spaces, he's unafraid to express his longing for connection, finding solace in the intimacy shared between you both, relishing every opportunity to be close and cherished.

Your love how he holds you as something delicate, a precious treasure he fears losing in the whirlwind of his own fears. In the quiet moments, he showers you with a tenderness that speaks volumes, his touch gentle as if afraid to break the fragile connection you share. He navigates your relationship with cautious steps, always nervously watching for signs of distance, a silent fear etched in his eyes that you might one day decide to leave. His actions, though at times hesitant, speak volumes of the depth of his affection, a love that seeks to protect and cherish every moment spent by your side.

Your lover is an enigmatic cosmos of emotions and complexities, a constellation of fears and passions, each shining with its unique brilliance. You share a love that dances amidst the stars, navigating the nebulae of his complexities, finding beauty in the intricate patterns of his soul.

Your lover, is none other than Idia Shroud.

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[elryuse]

A *CLICK* TO REMEMBER

EUNBI X MALE READER

Tags : Model Eunbi, Photo session, Teasing, Passionate Fuck, Cheating

In the dimly lit studio, the air was charged with tension as photographer Y/n captured each shot with his lens, his fingers dancing over the camera's controls. The model, Eunbi , exuded an aura of confidence as she struck sultry poses, her eyes locking onto Y/n's with every click.

Their chemistry was palpable, an unspoken understanding that went beyond words. As the shoot progressed, Eunbi's outfits grew more daring, her expressions more smoldering. Y/n found himself drawn to her energy, the challenge of capturing her raw sensuality through his camera.

With each snap, their dynamic intensified. Isabella's lips curved into a seductive smile, and Y/n's heart raced, his professionalism warring with an undeniable attraction. He directed her with a mix of artistic precision and mounting desire, channeling his emotions into every frame.

As the session neared its end, the room crackled with a magnetic energy. Unable to resist any longer, Y/n put down his camera and approached Eunbi. The intensity between them was undeniable, a slow burn that had been building throughout the shoot.

Their lips met in a heated kiss, a collision of passion that consumed them both. In that stolen moment, boundaries blurred, and the line between photographer and model vanished completely. The studio's air was thick with desire as they explored what had been simmering beneath the surface.

Days later, as Y/n edited the captivating shots from that session, he couldn't help but smile. The photos captured not only Eunbi's allure but also the unspoken connection they had shared. It was a spicy story told through images, a testament to the powerful collision of art, attraction, and unbridled passion.

As the days turned into weeks, Y/n and Eunbi found themselves entangled in a passionate affair that extended beyond the confines of the studio. Their stolen moments were filled with laughter, deep conversations, and a magnetic pull that neither could deny.

They continued their professional collaborations, each photoshoot becoming an intimate journey of self-discovery. The lens captured their growing intimacy, as Y/n expertly conveyed their emotions through his art. The undeniable chemistry they shared brought a unique authenticity to the images, making them more than just pictures; they were a visual representation of their love.

Yet, their secret liaison began to weigh on them. The world of photography and modeling was one of constant scrutiny, and the risk of their affair being exposed became a constant shadow. Adrian's friends and colleagues started noticing the change in his work, the newfound passion and intensity that seemed to radiate from his photographs.

One evening, after a particularly enchanting shoot, Eunbi gazed into Y/n's eyes with a mix of longing and uncertainty. She knew that they couldn't keep their relationship hidden forever. As the sun set outside, they made a decision: they would face the consequences of their love, consequences that might disrupt their careers but would also set them free from the secrecy that had been binding them.

Their revelation rocked the industry, leaving some shocked and others intrigued by the story behind the sensual images. While there were those who criticized their choices, many saw their affair as a powerful representation of love and art merging into a single, passionate entity.

Y/n and Eunbi's journey continued, now under the spotlight of public attention. They faced challenges and celebrated victories together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. Their story became an inspiration to those who believed in the transformative power of love and the undeniable allure of vulnerability captured through a lens.

"Hey Y/n... Can u take a picture of me"?

~ The End ~

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[sweetprettyprincess]

— every kind of way; "pretty girl"

pairing: Jeon Jungkook x female!reader

genre: smut fluffy

warnings: established relationship, smut (oral sex, lots of compliments, fingering, pet names, safe word mention, dom!jk x sub!f.reader, virgin!reader)

english isn't my native language so please excuse any mistakes and feel free to let me know.

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For you, the idea of ​​having him lying under you, face buried in the crook of your neck and now and then placing kisses on the sensitive area, while you use your fingertips to caress his brown strands and, although too involved in caresses subtle to pay attention, The Office is on TV. So you didn't think twice about accepting his invitation to spend the night.

You and Jungkook recently completed three months of dating and, from the start, you agreed to take things slow in every aspect and that includes your sex life. You've made it clear how inexperienced you are, but that you're willing to learn what he's willing to teach you.

It's not like you have to ask twice.

Jungkook liked this more than he's willing to admit. He just loved all the times you blushed wildly at every suggestive comment whispered in your ear, your attempts to keep your eyes off the erection marked in his jeans, the stutter caused by his smoldering gazes.

He even agreed a safe word with you to use when in a more intimate moment you feel uncomfortable and want to stop.

The fact is, you never went too far, yet for some reason tonight is different. You allow the gentle kisses to intensify and the touches to become bolder, you also don't stop him from undressing you.

His smug smile widens as his watchful eye scans you; you are lying on your back on the mattress, your shirt and bra are gone for some time, leaving only your denim miniskirt gathered at the waist, leaving the view of your pink panties and a pair of pink socks. Disheveled hair, neck and chest marked by bites and hickeys, parted lips and irregular breathing.

Meanwhile, he remains perfectly dressed in a white shirt and gray sweatshirt.

"You trust me, right?" he asks, taking one hand to the side of your face and using the other to support his weight under the mattress. You immediately agree. "I need words, pretty girl," a kiss is planted on his chin. "You know I love your voice."

"I trust you, Jungkook," you say softly.

The kiss that follows is intense, passionate and full of desire. The hand formerly on your face is now used to caress the inside of your thighs, in your most needy area.

"Let me taste you," he whispers maintaining eye contact. "I promise to make you feel so good, princess"

"You can do whatever you want with me," the words simply slide past your lips, between soft moans.

Hearing this, he pulls back just far enough to position himself between your legs and you feel like the sight can make you explode from the buildup. The look he sends you is so fucking hot and you feel the need to close your legs to feel some friction, but his big hands around your thighs stop it.

"Patience, pretty girl," he says, smiling, but his tone is authoritative enough to make you cringe. "Be good to me"

"I will be," your response is rewarded with a long kiss placed on the inside of your legs. Close to where you need it, but not close enough to satisfy you.

He brings his face closer to the fabric stained by your arousal to take in your scent and seal his lips there softly. Then he pulls on the side straps to get rid of the unwelcome panties.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he compliments, never taking his eyes off their intimacy. "And it smells so good"

Jungkook takes his fingers to your intimacy, slides between your folds slowly, feeling your wetness increase and the noises that escape his mouth too. Soon, he substitutes his tongue, eager to taste your. The new sensation makes you lose control and unconsciously your body becomes more agitated, your back arched, but your boyfriend holds you in place, while teasing your tiny entrance with his index finger and caressing your clit with his thumb. His movements are gentle yet precise, applying just the right amount of pressure in the right places.

Your eyes are now closed and there are a few tears, your hands on Jungkook's long strands, lower lips between your teeth in a failed attempt to contain the erotic sounds that fill the room.

"Jungkook!", you yell as you feel his finger invade you.

"Hey, hey, princess," he comforts you, as he moves slowly inside your soaked core. "You're so fucking tight, I can't wait to feel you around my cock"

You feel embarrassed by your partner's lack of modesty, you want to hide your own face, but your body doesn't obey your commands and you're just a whimpering mess.

"Would you like that, sweetie?" he teases, feeling your walls contracting around his finger. "Would you like to have my big cock destroy that little hole of yours? Making you even dumber? Damn, answer me, I already told you how much I love to hear you, baby"

"Yes, I would like that," your voice sounds shaky.

"Of course you would, my little whore," he laughs, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "I just don't know if you could handle it, you can barely catch a simple finger..."

"I can take it," you protest between moans.

"Oh, you can, uh?" he arches an eyebrow. "Then start being a good girl to me and come on my tongue," he orders you before diving back into your core, using deft tongue to pleasure you.

"Kook", you beg as you feels the knot in your stomach finally unravel and a feeling of pure euphoria washes over you.

Jungkook is very good with aftercare and makes sure to show you that. He makes sure you're okay before taking you into a shower, washing your body gently with liquid soap, and then dressing you in something comfortable to sleep. He hugs you, being the biggest spoon that welcomes your body less in his strong arms to sleep.

"I love you, pretty girl"

#jungkook smut #bts scenarios #bts smut #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook x female reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook x virgin!reader #virgin reader

[zoeykallus]

Hi! Im a long time fan! I have a pretty spicy HC request if you are interested. I like to imagine that the Bad Batch are all very well endowed 😉How would each of them handle this great responsibility and power? What naughty things would they whisper in your ear as they try to fit inside you for the first time? Could you also include Gregor? 😊 ok I’m going to go hide now thanks!

Aloha!

Hmm, interesting thought, let me see...

The Bad Batch/Gregor x Fem!Reader HCs - Well Endowed

Warnings: Smut Mentioned/Dirty Talk/PiV/ BD-Energy/Fluff/Comfort/Strongly Suggestive/18+

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Hunter

He is passionate, sensual. But he is also very sensitive, considerate and adapts. Hunter knows how aroused and excited you are, but he also senses the underlying fear that's smoldering there inside you. "There's nothing to be afraid of". He is naked next to you, in all his glory. Beneath his tanned skin, hard muscles, but his touch is gentle, purposeful, tender. Your eyes fall to his crotch and you swallow. "Are you okay?" he inquires cautiously, looking at you. "Sure," you say evasively. "Are you sure?" "Of course." Hunter is pretty well hung, his cock long, thick. Your fingers gently feel for it, feeling the heat radiating from it, eliciting a soft, sigh. When he finally lies over you, his hard length pressed against your body, your heart beats up to your throat. He kisses your shoulders, your neck, your face and whispers soft words to you. "My love, my beautiful, you don't have to worry, I'll be gentle, I promise". And Hunter keeps his word. As he brings his tip to your gate, you automatically tense up, but he patiently pauses, kissing and caressing your tension away. Finally, very slowly, he penetrates you, pausing after every inch, kissing you, praising you. "Look at you, so beautiful, you're doing great, darling, taking me so well".

Hunter is in no hurry. Spending this time with you, exchanging these intimacies, is a privilege that he fully enjoys and treats with respect. He would never intentionally hurt you, and he does everything he can to make you feel comfortable and let go. The fear will quickly evaporate, and you can be sure that Hunter will give you a lot of pleasure.

Echo

You kiss each other. Heat has spread between you and you have undressed each other. Now you lie there naked, Echo gently kissing every bit of bare skin he can reach. You're like putty under his lips. As exciting and stimulating as the whole thing is for him, he is still very attentive. He doesn't miss your glance at his hard length, which admittedly, is far larger than you expected. He sits up, takes your hand and gently pulls you onto his lap. "Come here sweetie" He looks up into your face. You see the dilated pupils, you know what he wants, and you want it too. But you're unsure, his size has unsettled you. "I know what you're thinking. I've seen the look on your face," he says softly. Again your gaze travels down, between you, there stands his cock erect, thick and long. Echo gently places a finger under your chin and lifts it. "That's why I pulled you onto my lap. I think you should have full control the first time. You decide how deep and how fast we go. Agreed?"

You nod, the idea makes sense. You lift your pelvis, and he guides his tip to your wet opening. Very slowly, you lower yourself onto it. You immediately feel the stretch, it's overwhelming. Your thighs tremble. Echo moans softly, he has to hold on to himself because even for him the feeling is intense. He nevertheless gently kisses your sternum, your collarbone, your neck, your chin and whispers, "You don't have to rush, take your time". Bit by bit, you sink further down, taking him in until he fills you completely. The feeling is so intense, so overwhelming, not just physically. Echo breathes heavily beneath you. "Good girl, you're doing wonderfully," he says breathlessly. With Echo, you never have to worry or feel insecure. Be open with him, don't pretend, and the two of you will have a wonderful time.

Wrecker

He is sweet, playful and gigantic. Of course, Wrecker knows that his physical build is a challenge for you, he behaves accordingly. The foreplay is long, and he spoils you very much, he sucked on your pearl until your thighs trembled around his ears. With two of his thick fingers, he has fingered you very carefully and stretched a little in gentle scissor movements. You are more than wet, but Wrecker also has lube ready just in case. Several times he offers you that you do not have to do that, that there are other wonderful ways to satisfy each other. But you insist, today is the day, you don't want to put it off any longer. "You'll be gentle, won't you?" you ask, a little uncertainly, nonetheless. He puts his hand on his heart and says, "Of course, beauty." Wrecker is really gentle, he is much more skilled than it might seem at first glance when you look at him. Besides, he is in no hurry, every tenderness he exchanges with you is a feast for him.

As your bodies unite, his thick cock nudges your gate, your whole body tingles. His slow advance is accompanied by gentle words and kisses. Wrecker takes his time. He communicates with you, seeks eye contact, wants to be sure that he does not hurt you. You are always in good, caring, big hands with him.

Tech

It took forever for you to get close at all. Tech has been rather reserved and reserved about being physical before you got close. He sometimes has a reserved shyness about him that others might find exhausting or annoying, but not you. You find him incredibly sweet, and you like that he's not one of those who has to rush everything. In the meantime, he has thawed out. He loves to cuddle, gentle kisses, little caresses. He is a spider monkey, some part of his body is always wrapped around you when he is near you and gets the chance. One of your cuddle moments has now led to a hot make out session and you feel that heat has risen not only in you. Tech is not wearing his armor during your hours of cuddling, and there is an unmistakable bulge in his pants as your tongue slides over his lower lip. He's pressed up against you, his kisses a little more fiery than before, his fingers suddenly everywhere, even under your clothes. Before you know it, you're both naked. You pause and look at each other.

"That was quick... and surprising," Tech says quietly, glancing down at the pile of clothes you've carelessly tossed aside, "But that doesn't mean we have to have intercourse, I don't want you to feel obligated for any reason." You smile shyly and say somewhat breathlessly with your heart pounding, "I very much want to merge with you, but I just saw how well-endowed you are and.... I'm not sure how that's going to fit in." Tech blinks, then his cheeks flush, and he says softly in a matter-of-fact way, "A woman's vagina is made to stretch and adapt to accommodate both sexual partners for fertilization and to bear children naturally. I'm pretty sure... um, that I fit in there." Your ears are getting hot. "I know that Tech... it's just, I'm a little afraid it's going to hurt" "Oh," he says softly, "But we can prevent that." You smile and say, "Knowing you, I'm sure you already have some ideas."

Of course, he does. Apart from appropriate preparatory foreplay, lubricant and gentle words, he also got toys, on the one hand just in case and on the other out of curiosity. Anyone who gets involved with Tech should bring a certain openness and willingness to experiment. You both have a long but wonderful and interesting night ahead of you. He may often be very matter of fact, but he has a very passionate and sensual side to him that is reserved only for you as his partner.

Crosshair

He's so wild, so hot. Until now, you never had the time to really have sex. But his kisses and touches are always like fire. He knows exactly how to touch you, over which parts of your body his long fingers have to glide, so that you want to tear off your panties and mount him. However, this is something that always slows you down and makes you glad that it hasn't come to that yet and that you were either directly disturbed or interrupted. Every time you feel his hard length through your clothes, it's a turn on, but once you felt over the fabric for it. To put it a bit exaggerated, you had to feel several times to be sure that you really touched his cock and not his leg. But now you have all the time in the world and Crosshair is very eager to get under your clothes. He is hungry, has been waiting for a while to be undisturbed with you. He makes you incredibly hot, his touches are perfect, but the more covers fall, the more nervous you get.

Finally, you lie there naked and his pelvis pushes between your thighs, his massive cock rubbing over your pussy. He pauses, though, when he sees the look on your face. "What's going on?" he asks somewhat breathlessly, his thoughts in a fog of horniness through which he tries to understand what's going on. You don't know how to say it, so you say it freely, you know Crosshair likes it better when you say what you want or think directly anyway. "I'm a little scared. You're so big down there." He raises his brows, gathers his thoughts, but then smiles. "Kitten, you are way too cute" he says gentle, "Don't worry, we'll take it slow. Bit by bit. I'll be tender, I promise." He keeps his word, Crosshair always does. He penetrates you very slowly, accompanied by soft words of praise and kisses. "My good girl, you are doing great". More kisses, a little moan, "Damn you're tight, Kitten". Sweat is on his forehead, but he holds back. It takes half an eternity before he's completely absorbed in you. "See, Kitten, it's working. You did great, girl" He bites your neck very gently and starts to move inside you very slowly. Close to your skin, he says, "Let's see what heights we can take you to".

Gregor

He is a cuddler. As soon as you have a moment to yourselves, he pulls you into his arms, presses you against him, spreads kisses on every bit of skin he can reach. Very tenderly, almost languidly, his lips wander. His hands are strong but careful. However, he has never tried to push you into anything or to undress you completely, even though you have often felt his hard length through your clothes, Gregor has never really tried to make love to you. You don't know if he's doing this out of consideration and wants you to signal your willingness first, or if something is wrong. So you talk to him about it. He holds you pressed against him, between you under the fabric of his pants his cock is hard again. Gregor blinks and looks at you. "Why? What should be wrong?" You shrug your shoulders uncertainly, whereupon he smiles at you. "Do you want us to?" You bite your bottom lip, barely able to ignore the dampness in your panties. You have a huge crush on him, excited, pulse racing. Being near him, his touches, are like a rush. Of course, you want to have sex with him, and you tell him so.

Gregor takes his time undressing you, every piece of skin he exposes gets kissed and caressed. When your eyes fall on his exposed length, you are startled for a moment. You have felt through the fabric that he is big, but to see it is different again. Gregor, who has seen your gaze, says softly, "You trust me, don't you?" "Of course" He chuckles his own little laugh and says, "Then my love, let yourself go, don't worry and leave everything else to me, I promise you won't feel anything but pleasure". He kisses his way to your clitoris, working your pearl with tongue and lips, the swollen little bundle of nerves is twitching under his skillful tongue. His touch makes you twitch and tremble with tense arousal. To feel him so intimately is a whole new rush in itself. The moment he penetrates you, you've already had an orgasm, are wetter than wet and completely relaxed. Of course, you feel it, even how big it is, but Gregor proceeds slowly and tenderly and instead of nervousness, you take it in with deep affection and pleasant anticipation. When he is completely sunk into you, he says a little breathlessly, "You see, my beautiful girl, you can trust me completely".

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[tragicromanceisland]

Romantic Lucifer HC

Lucifer, who would remain ever faithful to you

Lucifer who would be your biggest supporter

Who would secretly keep photos of you in a locked drawer in his desk.

Who would tell you how proud of you he was whenever you ignored the others advances

He would reward you by whispering honeyed words against your skin

Lucifer who couldn't possibly get enough of you

Who longs to see you after a few days of being a part

When you would leave, he would ask you if you were behaving yourself and to not disappoint Diavolo. Unless you were with Diavolo, and then he would purposely tell you not to be fooled by the prince's foolish intentions

Lucifer, whose jealousy was discreet but he would easily become your only lover as there is no one better than him. He knows you better than anyone else

Lucifer, who takes you on his vacations because he needs you to relax. You are his escape from the stressful life he leads

Lucifer, who buys you meaningful gifts for events and special occasions

Who will be the first to dance with you at events

Will also leave early with you so he can have your undivided attention

Who gives you smoldering hot kisses that begin slow and deepen the more his lips move against yours.

Lucifer, whose hands roam everywhere on your body and yet feel as if they haven't touched you enough

Who will entwine his fingers with yours as he makes slow, passionate love to you.

Who wants you to say his name as he pleasures you

After lovemaking, he will hold you close to his body. You can hear his strong heartbeat as you fall asleep lying on his chest snuggled next to him as he whispers affectionate words.

Lucifer who likes to keep you on his lap while doing paperwork

Will kiss your palms when he feels bored and give you a smoldering gaze

Wishes he would press his body so close to yours that he melded with you

Is secretly a puppy wanting your attention

Give him attention, won't you?

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #lucifer obey me #lucifer x reader

[ghcstcd]

-vibrating- i think about terzo and omega a normal amount

i have a very. specific version of them rattling in my brain that's like.

omega has been around since secondo, so it's not as if he hasn't seen his summoner's younger brother around before. he's attractive, certainly, and can charm the pants off of just about anyone, but being a member of the band itself has allowed himself to see a bit more of terzo. see a side that isn't shown often, never in public. he had only caught glances of it, though.

a scowl here. a hardened gaze there. hushed arguments in italian that, unfortunately, omega could only get bits and pieces of (papa spoke to them in english, mostly, and omega knew latin, so learning italian proper had been on the back burner). it was enough to tell omega that terzo was... unhappy. similar to papa, but different.

when terzo took over, he got to understanding the full difference between the two: where secondo's bitterness has smoldered within him, terzo's anger was alive and well. He knew to hide it well, since "one of us brothers has to be the charming one, no?".

omega fell in love. such passion. such... fury, all hidden underneath layers of smiles and flirtations. a want for change-- a want that omega found himself sharing, once he began to understand Terzo's vision-- he was helpless.

terzo found himself fond of omega, too. it unnerved him, at first, being seen through so easily by the ghoul. he found it uncomfortable at how quickly he would drop his carefully crafted facade around omega, but it also inspired an awe. a closeness.

a partner in the crime of heresy in the eyes of the ministry.

terzo has been filled with hate for a long time, everything else becoming a distant emotion at best most of them, but omega... omega...

it's no wonder they both had to go.

#/positive #terzomega #terzo/omega #messages from beyond the ask box #anonymous

[radical-revolution]

HABIT: THE SELF’S ALLY

Probably the biggest discovery in human history was Siddhartha’s realization that the self does not exist independently, that it is a mere label, and therefore that clinging to it is ignorance. However, as unsound as the label self may be, destroying it is no small task. This label called “self” is the most stubborn of all concepts to break.

Siddhartha’s discovery of the fallacy of self is symbolized in the story of the destruction of Mara. Referred to traditionally as the evil lord of the desire realm, Mara is none other than Siddhartha’s clinging to the self.

It is fitting that Mara is depicted as a handsome and powerful warrior who has never been defeated. Like Mara, the self is powerful and insatiable, egocentric and deceptive, greedy for attention, clever, and vain. It’s hard to remember that, like the illusion of the fire ring, the self is assembled, doesn’t exist independently, and is susceptible to change.

Habit makes us weak against the self. Even simple habits die hard. You may be aware of how bad smoking is for your health, but that doesn’t necessarily convince you to stop smoking, especially when you enjoy the ritual, the slender shape of the cigarette, the way the tobacco smolders, the fragrant smoke curling around your fingers. But the habit of self is not just a simple addiction like smoking cigarettes.

From time immemorial we have been addicted to the self. It is how we identify ourselves. It is what we love most dearly. It is also what we hate most fiercely at times. Its existence is also the thing that we work hardest to try to validate. Almost everything that we do or think or have, including our spiritual path, is a means to confirm its existence.

It is the self that fears failure and longs for success, fears hell and longs for heaven. The self loathes suffering and loves the causes of suffering. It stupidly wages war in the name of peace. It wishes for enlightenment but detests the path to enlightenment. It wishes to work as a socialist but live as a capitalist.

When the self feels lonely, it desires friendship. Its possessiveness of those it loves manifests in passion that can lead to aggression. Its supposed enemies — such as spiritual paths designed to conquer the ego — are often corrupted and recruited as the self’s ally. Its skill in playing the game of deception is nearly perfect. It weaves a cocoon around itself like a silkworm; but unlike a silkworm, it doesn’t know how to find the way out.

What Makes You Not a Buddhist -

Dzongsar Jamyang Khyentse -

[bunnyreaper]

say you’ll remember me

pairing - gabriel reyes x f!reader wc -  1,800 ish warnings - fluff and angst, unrequited love, implied sexual content notes - au ficlets based off the prompt of dream, also on ao3!

Congratulations on your engagement, reads the card. You gush over how adorable the design is and grow more excited upon opening it to see everyone's names scribbled within.

Everyone you both loved had come together, filling every inch of the card with love.

"We always knew you'd end up together." "To Mr and Mrs Reyes." "Here's to forever with your true love." 

The well wishes go on, and as you read each one aloud, he presses gentle, chaste kisses along your bare shoulder, your slender neck.

You feel so right in his arms, talking with elation about how much you can't wait to be his wife. You snuggle back into him, resting your head on his chest--making both of you feel complete. Gabriel has never felt so whole in his entire life, yet he knows the feeling will only grow with each day--when you finally become his till death do you part.

He never in a million years thought he'd have this. That through SEP, Overwatch, Blackwatch, and beyond, he'd find you. His perfect match, his true love.

He closes his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed with contentedness, and when he opens them again, you're no longer cuddled on the couch.

You're both curled up in bed, both naked and spent, a sheen of sweat covering you both. Pleasure trickles throughout his entire body, and you're both unsure where one of you ends and the other begins.

You both feel him softening, feel the way his seed leaks out of you--but the real treat is the way he holds you in his arms, both of you feeling safe and completely like you belong.

There's not a place in the world that either of you would rather be.

"That was amazing." You sigh, your voice breathy.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, before tilting up your chin and kissing you with every fiber of his being.  "I love you so much, Y/N."

You kiss him back with equal passion, and can't fight the smile off of your face as you cling to him. "I love you too Gabriel, with everything I have."

"Commander Reyes?"  

Your voice pulls him out of his dreams, along with the gentle touch on his shoulder—he comes slamming back into the harsh reality.

"The dropship isn't far out now." You whisper, knowing he'll be eager to get back to base.

After the firefight, the two of you had been left stranded, surrounded by smoldering buildings and dead Omnics. It wasn't what either of you were expecting.

Reyes had spent every last scrap of energy getting the two of you to safety, so while you waited for evac, you promised to watch over him as he slept. Granted, it wasn't ever going to be great, the pair of you using rubble as pillows.

At one point, the Commander's head had drifted onto your shoulder, until he woke up with a start.

He takes a good few moments to fully adjust, realizing where he is and what just happened.

"Thanks." His voice is quiet and measured. "ETA?"

"5 minutes." You reply softly, a kind, friendly smile on your face. Now he has no use for your shoulder, you shuffle away.

He nods simply fighting back the thoughts swimming in his brain. He was used to it, the embers of his inappropriate crush, but he usually had a better handle on it.

Right now, he felt like he was bleeding out, left on the battlefield to die. It had nothing to do with the fight and everything to do with the ache of waking. Of realizing that all you'll ever be to him is an agent, because he would never think you could love him like the woman who wanted to be his wife.

He observes you silently, noticing the way you tap your fingers across your gun with anxious impatience, and that you still look so beautiful after everything you've been through. You hadn't known each other long, but he knew you to be dependable, and uncharacteristically, he was completely smitten.

"(Y/N)." He starts, unable to use your rank after feeling so intensely close to you. He realizes quickly he doesn't know what to say--how can he explain how he suddenly feels so close to you, knowing you don't feel the same?

"Yes, Commander?" Your use of his title gives him whiplash.

Mr and Mrs Reyes, he thinks, the ones in the dream—they have to have started somewhere.  

Every cell in his body screams to say something, to make that first step and hopefully set you on the course of events that would lead to you being just as close as you were in the mirage.

Distant whirring interrupts his thoughts, and whatever words were going to come next die on his tongue.

"You did good today." He smiles to try and disguise his pain.

"I didn't do much, thank you for getting me out of there." You offer meekly.

"I've got your back." His words are certain and earnest.

"I've got yours too."  

He wonders if that's the closest he'll ever get to hearing I love you leave your lips. Each praise or affirmation from your lips makes him soar, and yet still leaves him yearning.

His thoughts go around in circles, desperately trying to think of ways to bridge the gap between what he had felt and the chasm between you now.

You two pull yourself up from the pile of rubble, ready to head out to board the dropship.

"Can I ask you something?" It's you who breaks the silence, your eyes fixed shyly on him.

"Sure." He can't bear to meet your eyes.

"What were you dreaming about?"

Had he said her name aloud? Moaned at the height of the dream?

"Why?" His gruff demeanor doesn't appear any more defensive than he usually is—even if he most certainly feels it. He finally meets your eye, seeing softness there instead of judgment as you begin to speak.

"You had this little smile on your face, and you looked so peaceful. It was nice."

"My wife." He huffs a laugh. "Though, she only exists in the dream."

"Oh." He can see a range of emotions flicker across your face, as you seem uncertain how to react. "Well, I hope one day you find her for real."

He laughs at the cruel irony and turns away—wondering how after today, things will ever be the same between you two again.

"Cariño." His voice is a blessing as it drifts into your dream, the most heavenly sound you could imagine.  

"I missed you so much. I'm sorry I haven't seen you in a while..." You turn, immediately falling into his embrace. Your hands slip to caress his face, tracing his skin as you desperately refamiliarise yourself with his visage.  

He holds you in return, the touch of his skin on yours bringing you deep peace you haven't felt in his absence.  "Not been sleeping well?" 

He knows you haven't because you've barely seen him.  

"Something like that." You sigh, letting the stress melt away, the problems barely touching you now you're together. "It's this double-edged sword, of missing you and needing you, and then those thoughts keeping me away from you."

"We're together now." He kisses your forehead sweetly as he reassures you.  

Your fingers drift across his skin, sweeping to his brow. "You have a new scar."  

"Nasty fight." He brushes it off with a smile. "Don't worry about it."  

"How can I not?" 

He smirks, removing your hands from fussing so he can kiss them. "Maybe you could kiss it better." 

You stand on your tiptoes, your lips pressing gently against the jagged cut. "My warrior." 

"Now let me kiss you properly." His voice lowers to more of a growl, as he rushes to kiss you senseless. His large hands hold you still as his lips caress yours, his tongue making love to you.

He pulls away momentarily, leaving you dizzy beyond belief. 

"If you keep kissing me like that, we're not going to stop at just kissing." You smirk, your body already buzzing in a way that's only possible with him. 

"I don't want to stop until you're screaming my name." His kisses fall to your neck as his hands grasp at your flesh. "I can't get enough of you.'

"I can't either, fuck." You sigh dreamily as he paws at you, claiming your body for his own.  

"That's it, baby, let me hear those sounds." He purrs. "Say my name."  

"Yes!" His name is on the tip of your lips when—

You wake with a start, your heart immediately aching at his absence. Your skin feels cold, your bed feels empty. It's as if his lips and his touch were right there, only to be ripped away.

You scramble to the nightstand, desperate to grab the sketch pad so you can start sketching what you remember.

His locks of hair, his dark eyes, the dog tags around his neck. It's so familiar and yet so achingly distant. This time you got close, or closer at least, to knowing more about the man who always comes back to your dreams.

You suppose it's a sign of your loneliness, that you keep having the same dreams over and over, that his face keeps appearing and he acts like he's loved you for a lifetime already.

With a final stroke of the pencil, this sketch is complete—his adoring eyes staring at you as he strokes your face.

You swap the sketchpad for your phone, navigating to your messages.

"I dreamt of him again..."  

Your friend replies almost immediately.

"Oh (Y/N), we need to get you a date."  

You smirk at your phone, locking it and heading into the kitchen, ready to start your day. You flick the coffee pot on first, then the TV, and immediately drift to thoughts of what mornings with him might be like as you grab a mug.

"With another successful high-profile mission completed, the group ended with a press conference with the man behind it all, Strike Commander Morrison."

Admittedly, you didn't pay too much attention to Overwatch, especially in these more peaceful times. Strike Commander Morrison was always making great speeches though. Your eyes were fixated on the screen, focusing on Jack Morrison until your eyes drift to the grumpy visage of the man standing behind him to the left.

The mug you were holding falls to the ground, smashing into dust.

There he is—the man from your dreams.

Unlike Jack, all blonde hair and Overwatch blues, he's dressed in darker tones with a beanie perched on top of his head.

The frown on his face is one you haven't seen much in your dreams, and it makes your soul yearn to reach out and comfort him.  You want to earn those sweet smiles he gives you, and see the tension lift from his shoulders.

But this man, he's not yours. He isn't the one in your dreams.

Because even if he looks just like him, the man in your dreams isn't real.

#gabriel reyes x reader #reaper x reader #reaper overwatch #gabriel reyes #overwatch x reader #overwatch fanfiction

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

Happy STS Ceph! If someone was looking for your characters, how would they describe them to people? What features would they most pick out to distinguish them from a crowd?

Isaac: His messy black curls are probably the best way to spot him. Not messy as in stylish bedhead, but as in oh, this man is on the brink and desperately needs help with self-care. (It's not until Dorian coaxes him into it that his hair starts to become noticeably healthier and eye-catching for other reasons.) Elfy describes his fashion sense best: Mexican grandpa and/or country veterinarian. That is, flannel/plaid shirts (buttoned all the way to the collar in Isaac's case), and old jeans that don't fit him well at all. Again, it's not until Isaac starts rebuilding and maintaining relationships with others that this changes. 9 out of 10 times you'll catch him with his eyes glued to the screen of his tab, doing something work-related.

Renato: If you meet a man who makes you forget every warning your common sense screams at you, you'll know you met Renato Faria Dimas. Of course the blue-green color of his eyes gets the most attention. Though he acts like this is tiresome, he goes through a lot of effort to groom his brows and hair as well as pick clothing colors to show them to their best advantage. He's a dating sim character come to life: handsome, charming, seductive, and definitely hiding more than meets the eye beneath the pretty façade. Dimples are another weapon in his arsenal he uses to devastating effect.

Dorian: Critics rave 5 stars, want to hug and/or cuddle with them on first meeting. Dorian exudes a love for life and the topics they're passionate about which is downright infectious. Their peacoat is legendary, though they do wear other hoodies and sweaters depending on the season and conditions. They've loved having their hair braided since they were very small, and continue to make an event of it as an adult, with food and movies and drinks with family and friends all day. They also really like the freckles across their face and shoulders, if you're one of the fortunate few to see those. You may have to wade through a sea of their other admirers to get to them.

Kinslayer: Isaac wasn't exaggerating when he described meeting their gaze as staring down the barrel of a rifle. Their eyes are an utter shade of black, reflecting no light whatsoever. Kinslayer has worn many faces and experienced life in all sorts of bodies, but this feature remains a common denominator no matter what they look like.

Elfy: She's the tiny woman with all the piercings, the mop of reddish-brown curls piled on her head, and who's vibrating like a rocket about to take off, unable to keep still. Can't miss her.

Ben: They just don't make 'em like this nowadays. He looks like a thug or back alley boxer from a movie set during the Great Depression because, well, that's kinda what he was. His size, the broken-one-too-many-times nose, and scarred knuckles give him a natural intimidation factor. He's quick to smile though, and the gleam in his brown eyes can turn someone's knees from a solid to a liquid even quicker. You know, if big, bi vampire guys are your thing anyway.

Motley/Noose: Its stitched together skin really makes it stand out in a crowd. Even its sunken eyes are unusual amongst necromancers, smoldering with a sullen red light rather than being the dull, lifeless gray of something that's been preserved in a jar of alcohol. Of course, it could very well be disguised as that stray dog trotting down the street. Or a white-faced barn owl in the tree outside the window. Or--goodness forbid--somebody you knew.

Breezy: One of the three weed-smoking girlfriends, now semi-retired in her 60s and versed in witchcraft. When she feels like wearing clothes, she could be in full, flowing ren faire garb or a pair of denim overalls for working in her garden. (Has a pretty nice tan, given her nudist tendencies.) She might braid her long white hair, but more often than not leaves it in loose waves over her shoulders.

#dysthanasia #writeblr #answered asks #storyteller saturday

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

The Daughter of A Siren.

Just an in between that I felt needed to be outside of part four.

LET'S face it, when it comes to men, us women are desperate to know exactly how we can get what we want and at the same time appear irresistible.

Have you ever wondered how Hollywood superstar Angelie Jolie has the power to make most men go weak at the knees?

Or how movie femme fatale Marilyn Monroe got her "luminous quality"?

You have to be distinguished from other women. Have the ability to make men pursue you without even trying. It’s in your voice. It’s in the way you dress. It’s how you move.

That’s what it takes to be a siren.

A siren is essentially a feminine woman who plays on her damsel-esque energy to seduce. Her power lies in the fact that she makes men feel powerful, although she’s the one in power. Women, on the other hand, want to be her, but fear their sexual energy could never compare. Many men have destroyed themselves because of the siren.

A man is often secretly oppressed by the role he has to play, by always having to be responsible, in control, and rational. The siren is the ultimate male fantasy figure because she offers a total release from the limitations of his life. In her presence, which is always heightened and sexually charged, the male feels transported to a realm of pure pleasure. In a world where women are often too timid to protect such an image, learn to take control of the man libido by embodying his fantasy.

Carmella Love was that woman.

the femme fatale whose smoldering style and countless relationships made her an icon. She was a vocalist turned actress. A woman who sings with enchanting sweetness. Carmella was the purest example of a siren. Think of Carmella and certain images instantly come to mind: the pouty lips, slightly parted; the sleepy, bedroom eyes of 1950s film stars; the curly hair; and that voice, breathy, like she just woke up and can't wait for you to join her in bed. Carmella conjures up sex and – simultaneously – misery, thanks to the way her troubled personal life has been pored over from the moment she became a movie star.

A deeply traumatised and lonely woman, in love with movies and the idea of love, but desperately crippled with daddy issues that infect every single relationship she develops. the victim narrative, and the absolute essence of feminine, sexual glamour and irresistibility. There is also a mystery to Carmella, something elusive. life was one of extreme lows and extraordinary highs. She became an actress after she was already a successful singer. Carmella’s mystery is not that of her ascent, but of the extreme contradictions of her life. She was a generational talent, a movie star with undeniable charisma, charm, fantastic comedic timing and an aggressive earnestness about her that was as disarming as it was captivating…

“The American Dream is a term that is often used but also often misunderstood. It isn't really about becoming rich or famous. It is about things much simpler and more fundamental than that.”

"I don’t want to make money, I just want to be wonderful."

"I don’t mind living in a man’s world as long as I can be a woman in it."

"It’s all make believe, isn’t it?"

She never really did it for the money. Carmella had a real passion for performing for others. She revels in enjoying her senses and the pleasure she can bring as well as pushing the boundaries of what is acceptable to society. She’s confident and exotic, and she knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to speak her mind. She didn’t seek confirmation from men that she was attractive, rather having an innate understanding within herself that she is attractive and desirable.

Carmella moved from Baltimore to The Big Apple at the age of sixteen after her mother committed suicide. Her father had left them when Carmella was two days old and remarried to a woman in Virginia. Carmella found a job at Macy’s as a cashier during the day to cover her rent at her Harlem apartment and at night she would sing at a leather club in the 1980s for extra spending money to pay for studio time.

As the 1970s gave way to the ‘80s, New York City’s party scene entered a ferociously inventive period characterized by its incredible creativity, intensity and hybridity. New York City drove the music scene forward as remixers and producers entered into a mutant period that brought together disco, rhythm and blues, funk, rap, punk, no wave, new wave and dub into an undeniably heady mixture of sound seemingly beyond categorization. Much of the music released during the 1980-83 period didn’t have a name. Nobody seemed to care.

Carmella loved it all. She would sing at a popular nightclub in Manhattan and take to the dance floor. She found the fun in the mundane, enticing men without trying, like it was as easy as taking a breath, and the ability to bring out a heightened masculine feeling in those she came in contact with. Despite what she’d been through, she tried to enjoy life as much as she could.

During her nights out, she would always run into an attractively energetic and enthusiastic girl around her age named Felicity. Felicity Jones was a glamorous, ambitious, top advertising executive in New York. They quickly became great friends and after a period of time, Felicity’s older brother, Damion, took interest in Carmella. What man wouldn’t? She was gorgeous and it was easy to succumb to her.

Carmella had many unsuccessful relationships with men that she couldn’t stray away from. She just wanted to be loved. Her extensive dating history followed her well into her breakthrough career as an actress and with the fame came the gossip-mongers. As her good friend and photographer, Sam Davidson, who himself was rumored to be her lover, once said, "If Carmella slept with every guy that claims he was with her, she would have never had time to make any movies."

The 90s rolled around and Carmella was in her mid 30s when she finally took interest in Damion. It happened unexpectedly, and definitely not how Felicity would have wanted it to be. Felicity hated her brother Damion. He was an abusive, narcissistic man who often cheated on his then wife. Felicity tried to warn Carmella about her brother and why it would be a terrible idea to get involved with him, but Carmella was irrevocably in love with him.

Felicity lived in fear that Carmella would find out about the kinds of things her brother got involved in, things that could risk her life if she’d find out. Soon, Carmella began to grow jealous of Damion’s wife and how secretive he was whenever she’d ask him about his whereabouts. Their affair was one that Damion fought to keep hidden, and they bickered often about it. Damion would raise his hand to Carmella to ‘keep her in line’ and she would have to conceal her black eye with a pound of makeup the next day for a shoot.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, Damion decides to leave Carmella. She fell into depression and became a pain to work with on set because her personal life began to merge with her professional one. She picked up a drinking habit and would abuse prescription drugs. It was a cry for help and also a way to cope with the stress that came with fame. She dated men here and there to help fill the void in her life but she only wanted Damion.

After rehab and therapy for almost a year, Carmella reunited with Damion when he’d contacted her. He confided in her about his rocky marriage, and over time they rekindled their affair. Carmella kept it from Felicity as long as she could, but the unexpected pregnancy would be hard to conceal. Carmella didn’t feel as if her being pregnant was a burden. She hoped that it would bring them together and as delusional as it may seem, she wanted to become his wife.

Sadly, Damion abandoned her again and wanted nothing to do with Carmella when his wife began to suspect he was creeping around on her. Felicity soon found out about her pregnancy and urged Carmella not to tell Damion. Damion would stop at nothing to ruin Carmella’s life if he found out and Carmella refused to have an abortion. She’d always wanted a child of her own, and after trying for years in previous relationships, she finally had her miracle baby. True to her word, Carmella didn’t tell Damion about her pregnancy, even growing to resent him for the way he treated her. Apparently, his image was more important than Carmella’s feelings.

Carmella purchased a stunning colonial home in Buffalo, New York where she planned to have a water birth and a Doula to provide physical and emotional support. After press tours for her box office hit, she decided to take a long break away from the spotlight to raise her child. Carmella wanted the sex of her baby to be a surprise, and only Felicity knew what the sex was so she planned to decorate her nursery for the big reveal. Carmella finally gave birth in July of 1994 to a beautiful baby girl. She named her Adena; after her late mother who committed suicide.

Carmella made sure her daughter was set for life. She’d prepared a will with her attorney and legally arranged her financial accounts, property, and personal and medical information in such a way that trusted people in her life can handle her estate and affairs with as little inconvenience as possible when she passed away or become incapacitated. Carmella never had a relationship with her family, so the only person she trusted to take care of Adena if something ever happened to her, was Felicity. She appointed Felicity as Adena’s legal guardian.

Adena was a scholarly, active child. Whatever she found interest in, Carmella would support. She enjoyed dancing, singing, gymnastics, Capoeira, archery, and playing the piano. Adena had her mother’s siren eyes and lips and her father’s mocha complexion and nose. She’d sometimes look at her daughter and wish that she’d known who her father was. After seven years, Carmella would soon find out the dark truth about Damion.

A mysterious invitation arrived on her doorstep on the eve of Halloween after picking her daughter up from private school. They were both enjoying a scoop of vanilla ice cream while strolling along the cobblestone walk-way of their home when Carmella stopped, noticing a red box with a perfectly tied satin ribbon. She picked up the box and kept it away from Adena, instructing her to get started on her homework in the dining room and she’d join her.

In her kitchen, Carmella inspected the box carefully before undoing the neat bow. She slowly opened the box, afraid that she’d find something grotesque like a severed finger. When she finally opened the box, she found a black and red masquerade mask with a black feather and black crystals. She noticed an invitation in the box with a luxury black background and golden details. Reading the fancy script, she wondered who The Court of Aje were, and why they would be sending her an invitation.

And the anonymous note.

Someone wanted her to go to whatever this Halloween party was and the entire mystery of it all intrigued her. Carmella had plans with Adena earlier that day to take her to the pumpkin patch. She could ask her babysitter to watch Adena for the evening while she went. She’d have to find a dress to wear and seeing that it was last minute, Carmella hoped she could find something appropriate to wear for a masquerade ball.

And she's going to have to come up with a secret name.

“Oh!? Miss Love! Are you okay?”

Carmella sauntered into her kitchen, disheveled and in distress, ignoring the babysitter’s concerns. Felicity walked in soon after, just as distraught, and when she’d noticed the babysitter, she quickly assured her that everything was okay and she could go home for the evening. While Felicity walked the teenage girl to the door, she informed her that Adena was fast asleep for the night after being read a chapter of her favorite bedtime story; The Princess Bride.

Felicity closed and secured the door, checking out of one of the windows on the front door to make sure she’d left. Felicity rushed back to the kitchen to find it empty, and when she walked through the open patio doors to the back yard near the lagoon pool, she found Carmella sitting by the edge of the pool, staring down into the blue waters, the glow from the pool lights illuminating what looked like tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Carmella?” Felicity lifted the bottom of her green gown, and sat next to her best friend, “Hey…hey, sister…it’s okay…it’s gonna be alright. I’m just glad you’re safe.”

Felicity rubbed soothing circles on Carmella’s back.

“I can’t believe that’s what he gets involved in. And I wonder who sent that invitation…they must have wanted me to get killed that night. If it weren’t for you being there to have my back, I would have probably died…thank you.”

Felicity looked out beyond the yard with hard eyes.

“I hate him. I hate my father for even allowing us to get involved with The Stevens family. Those people are horrible. They’ve been horrible to my family since as early as the 20s.”

Carmella turned to Felicity with glossy eyes.

“…So, my family used to be as big as The Stevens’ are. Although we came from new money, we were just as well-respected as them. We had each other's backs…shared businesses together…it was as if we were a second family,” Felicity took a deep breath in before continuing, “That all came crashing down when one of my great uncles was accused of sexually assaulting a member of The Stevens Family. A teenage girl. He was wrongfully accused and my family were banished from ever doing business with them. They dragged our name through the dirt so bad that our family had to change our name…from King, to Jones.”

Carmella gave Felicity a puzzled look, “So, why does your family still interact with The Stevens family? Shouldn’t you feel…angry?”

Felicity shakes her head, “Oh…we are. But what can you do? They are powerful, Carmella. More powerful than any white man. They have the police, FBI, DA, government, and Mayor in their back pocket. Of course, being a prestigious black family, you have your fair share of white people trying to bring you down…but nothing can break The Stevens family. They made sure of that…”

Carmella exhaled a shaky breath, “So, they can just get away with murdering people?!”

“Yes,” Felicity sadly admitted,“And I wish you hadn’t gone there, Carmella. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something happens to you. Please, promise me, you’ll leave New York behind and just start over. You have the money, I will always be here for you. I’ve seen what they’ve done to people…and I’m wrapped up in this mess with no way to escape—”

“Then come with me,” Carmella grabbed Felicity’s hands tightly, “Let’s go to London. Remember how we always talked about moving there? Just the three of us, Felicity? Adena would love it. She always gets so excited with the post cards you’d send her, and the pictures of yourself lounging in your beautiful apartments in Notting Hill…”

Felicity smiled softly at Carmella, bringing her hand up to stroke stray curls from her eyes. They stared at each other deeply, Felicity fighting the urge to press her lips against Carmella’s. She’d loved Carmella since the moment she’d laid eyes on her. To see that she fell in love with her brother, it broke her heart. But, despite that, she still cared deeply for Carmella. She’d always feel that way. Carmella leaned in and pressed her lips against Felicity’s lips softly, lingering there for a moment, eyes closed and allowing the safety of her being there with her to envelope her.

“I love you, Felicity…”

Felicity blinked back tears and pulled Carmella into a tight hug, pressing her nose into her hair, inhaling her sweet scent.

“I love you too, girl…always.”

“Mama…Auntie…”

They both separated and turned towards a sleepy Adena rubbing her right eye while carrying her large care bear. She’s wearing a nightgown with Disney princesses all over it and her favorite fluffy pink slippers. Her waist length curls are pulled back into a low ponytail with the hairs frizzy from not wearing a scarf.

“Come here, pretty girl…” Felicity held out her arms.

Adena walked over to her aunt and her mother and Felicity sat her in her lap while playing in her hair. Carmella stroked her puffy cheek that reminded her of a cute chipmunk while Adena gave her a sleepy smile.

“Did you have a good time with your babysitter today?”

“Yes. Mommy, were you crying?”

Adena touched Carmella’s cheek with her tiny hand. Carmella reached for her daughter’s hand and brought it to her lips.

“Mommy is okay. Listen, why don’t we drink some hot cocoa to help you get some sleep?” Carmella said.

“And I’ll read one more chapter of The Princess Bride,” Felicity added.

Adena nodded her head rapidly with a tired smile before Felicity carefully stood up with Adena in her arms and followed Carmella back inside of the house.

Felicity didn’t know that would be the last time she would see Carmella alive.

The following week…

Felicity was summoned by her brother one cold evening in November. She walked the darkened hall with thick, carpeted floors within his home until she found him pacing the large, oval-shaped room with clenched fists and rageful eyes. He came to an abrupt stop when he’d spotted Felicity standing there with a stony expression and folded arms. Damion’s sinister eyes peered behind her and with a tick of his chin his henchmen that had guided Felicity to her brother's office disappeared and shut both polished oak doors.

Felicity watched her brother with an untrustworthy gaze, wondering what he’d called her there for. She’d just flown back in from Chicago after meeting some people there to do business. With his arms crossed behind his back like an evil villain, Damion walked up to Felicity, staring down at his sister with anger and resentment. Felicity’s emotions mirrored his, and she didn’t show any fear towards her brother. A slow, sly smirk appeared on his face at her courage.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, Felicity,” Damion spoke with a deep baritone, “Did you think I wouldn’t figure it all out?”

Felicity quirked an arched brow, “Figure what out?”

“Felicity…let’s not play games here. The Halloween ball…what was Carmella doing there?”

Worry showed in Felicity’s eyes and she was too late to hide it from her brother.

“She was never supposed to know about that, Felicity. You…you allowed her to walk in there and see what happens…you know what has to be done when you invite the unwelcomed, correct?”

Felicity stared unblinking at her brother but her lip trembled. Damion cupped her chin aggressively to make her look at him closer.

“…They suffer the consequences.”

Felicity pushed Damion away from her and he barely moved.

“What did you do…WHAT DID YOU DO?!!!!!” Felicity yelled.

“I made a statement. I did what needed to be done…Joseph,”

Felicity turned icy eyes onto Joseph Stevens who seemed to materialize from the shadows. His handsome, dimpled smile and unblemished umber skin came into view when he joined Damion’s side.

“You…you son of a bitch!!!!”

Damion caught Felicity by her narrow wrist before she could smack the taste out of Joseph's mouth.

“Get off of me, Damion!” Felicity screamed.

“You brought this on yourself, Felicity. Now, if it were my choice, I’d have you killed…just like we did that beautiful seductress. You betrayed us. How are we supposed to trust you when you do something like this?” Joseph spoke darkly.

“No,” Felicity’s knees buckled, “What did you do to her!!!!!!!”

“It will be on the news by tomorrow morning I fear,” Damion whispered ghoulishly, “Such a beautiful, talented woman gone too soon…”

“She said she received an anonymous invite! Whoever did it set her up! Why don’t you punish them?! She didn’t know anything before going to the ball! How could you?! How could you Damion?!” Felicity wailed.

“We don’t know who sent the invite.” Joseph admitted.

Felicity turned her teary eyes onto her brother who hadn’t responded. She had an inkling that he knew who had done it and was covering for them.

“This situation could get out of hand, Felicity. Powerful people attend this ball every year. If word got out that they are involved in this type of activity…all will be lost,” Joseph stated carefully, “This was an attempt to tarnish our name. Whoever did this, was jealous of Carmella, and also willing to bring my family down.”

Felicity kept her cold eyes on her brother, but he didn’t break character.

“Did you question Maxine, Damion? Your wife?”

“Maxine knows nothing about The Court of Aje. And if she did, she wouldn’t be safe from our wrath either. Maybe you let slip about the ball to Carmella yourself—”

“I WOULD NEVER RISK HER LIFE! I’M NOT LIKE ANY OF YOU!” Felicity shouted.

“Then, it remains a mystery…” Joseph said.

“Until then, we’ve decided to revoke your involvement with The Court of Aje, Felicity, and you will be watched from here on out. If we find out that anyone else knows about this…I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Felicity felt as if a boulder had crushed her. She couldn’t believe her brother had said that to her. Not even the hurt in her eyes made him realize how evil he is towards her. She had to get away. All she could think about beyond the ringing in her ears is little Adena discovering her mother’s dead body, or worse…

“I won’t say anything. And why would I? So you can kill someone else and get away with it?” Felicity said with a shaky voice.

Damion’s jaw tightened at her words and Joseph Stevens watched her storm out the doors. She rushed out of his home and raced over to Carmella’s home. Tears blurred her vision when she charged through the doors, calling out for Carmella. She searched the entire basement, then worked her way to the main level and couldn’t find her. She wasn’t out at the pool either.

“Carmella! Adena!” Felicity shouted.

Her footsteps bounded up the stairs and all she could see beyond the darkness of the hallway was a dim light from her master bathroom. Carmella took leisurely steps into Carmella’s room that looked rather ordinary, but when she’d made it past her bed, she found the carpet soaked with pinkish bath water. The door was left ajar, but the sound of running water grew louder as Felicity pushed open the door….

“CARMELLA!”

Slipping on the linoleum floor, feet splashing in bloody water, Felicity ran to the jacuzzi bathtub, screams bouncing off of the walls like a chilling echo. She got down on her knees and turned off the faucet, too distraught to believe the state of her friend. She looked pale. Her wrists were slit and she was lying in a bloody bath. Her eyes were open and they looked empty. Felicity forced her eyes away, shaking, unable to get the image of her dead eyes out of her mind. All she could do was try and remember the light that had occupied those bewitching eyes.

“Adena?!!!!” Felicity looked around the bathroom, but there was no sight of her, “ADENAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!”

She left Carmella’s body to search for Adena. Feet heavy, Felicity combed Carmella’s room, even searched beneath her bed, when she made it inside of Adena’s room, she checked beneath her canopy bed and the closet. Just when she was about to leave, Felicity looked towards the corner of her room where a pile of Adena’s stuffed animals were. Felicity walked over, crouching down, and when she peeked over a tall giraffe, she spotted Adena in the fetal position, shaking with fear.

“Hey, pretty girl…it’s Auntie…”

Adena sat up slowly, and when Felicity noticed blood stains on her night shirt, she broke down crying.

“Is—is mommy dead?” Adena questioned with a soft-spoken voice.

Felicity felt her throat close up as she watched tears stream down Adena’s youthful face. Felicity sighed heavily, letting her head drop. Adena could hold the heartbreak no longer and she fell to the floor in a disheveled heap as her grief poured out in a flood of uncontrollable tears.

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[thesixthplaneteer]

So excited I got @crownedinmarigolds into something Sci-fi and it's Star Trek! We watched a season and a half of Voyager and switched to Deep space 9. Of course we immediately came up with a ship that has all of our OCs on it as Starfleet officers. It's also got me inspired to write about it so here is a lil tid bit of what I've been working on. They are aboard the USS Antumbra, a Nova class ship under the command of Captain Carver Delroux. Their mission is to handle the dirty work of Starfleet. Benevolence can only go so far in a galaxy full of warlords and tyrants. They operate off book although they are more of a penal ship and menagerie of misfits rather than strictly covert ops. Sometimes the crimes of the few can be good for the many.

Todays episode is Holodeck Happenings ~below the break~

The warm briney breeze blew through their hair as the cool waves lapped at their feet. The hot sand shifted under them in their crescendoing passion. Nythanel’s hand ran through the coarse hair on Sydney’s chest, while Sydney’s hand gripped the back of Nythanel’s neck. Their minds opened to each other and their desires guided their bodies. It was bliss, ecstasy, excitement. It was a moment long waited for. A perfect scene crafted for them to enjoy each other. Nythanel tugged at the waistband of Sydney’s swimming trunks when their empathic bond was suddenly broken by the sound of someone clearing their throat. They looked at the source of the noise to see the human bartender holding a phaser in his hand, aiming it directly at them.

“Fuck, Sydney!” Nythanel said, pushing himself off of his lover. “I get this enough on away missions, can we not?”

Sydney didn't have to be an empath to know Nythanel was frustrated, but being a Betazoid he felt a hot angry wave radiating off his half Klingon half Romulan lover.

“I didn't program this in.” Sydney said, rolling onto his side. “Computer, remove the bartender and any other hostile elements.”

There was a heavy pause with only the sounds of the waves brushing the beach.

“Nice try, but your tricks don't work on me.” The bartender said.

“Did someone come in?” Nythanel asked, looking back at Sydney.

“No, I'm not picking up on thoughts or feelings-” A phaser shot from the bartender cut Sydney off and reduced his coconut drink to a smolder. He was stunned, unsure and inexperienced in dangerous situations. Being the ship's counselor usually kept him out of these sorts of messes.

“Enough talking. I am part of the United Union Consortium. You two StarFleet officers will be-.”

Nythanel cut him off with a loud guttural yell, throwing a cloud of sand into the man's eyes, causing him to reel back and shoot off a wide shot from his phaser. Nythanel leapt up from the ground and tackled the man. With one double fisted pummel the man was unconscious.

“Just what I needed on my day off.” Nythanel grumbled as he picked up the phaser.

Sydney stood up next to him. “Computer, end holodeck program.” He was met with silence. “It's still not responding. Do you think safety protocols have been disengaged?”

“I have no idea. I think I know a way to test it.” Nythanel replied as he began looking around on the beach.

He found a shell and broke it in half, then dragged the sharp side across his forearm. Green blood welled up from the small cut.

“Yep, no safety protocol.” He said before licking the wound clean.

“What do we do? Surely there has to be some kind of override.” Sydney said, a low panic in his voice.

“This ship is crewed by people that don't exactly adhere to regulations. I doubt there is one. If we're lucky that was the only glitch and Lieutenant Lyubov will shut it down once our time is up.” Nythanel said.

“ Well, that’s an hour and I can think of worse places to be trapped with you.” Sydney said with a smirk, feeling more confident as he stepped close to Nythanel.

That confidence quickly faded as the beach suddenly disappeared, and they found themselves in the middle of an arena with a chanting and roaring crowd. Large braziers with bright flames lit the room. A bat'leth replaced the phaser in Nythanel’s hand. Banners displaying the symbol of the Klingon empire unfurled. At the far end of the arena entered two Klingons, armed with their dreadful blades.

“You take the one on the left, I'll distract the one on the right?” Sydney said uneasily as he awkwardly held up his own bat'leth

“Damnit Sydney…” Nythanel said under his breath as he prepared to fight. ~~To be continued???~~

#star trek #my writing #sydney #nythanel

[hanafubukki]

Good sleep to you ! Hope you will not be haunted by Lilia sassy look.

I'm now at the point where I understand Frollo singing his lust for Esmeralda. Except I will not burn Lilia, I will be the one to burn for him.

Some will call it extreme. But passion is extreme. This man had me under his claws for the previous 3 years and a half. He already made me burn for him too much 😂

Hello Anonie 🌻🌺🌷

Anonie, let’s be real. I wouldn’t mind if Lilia came to me and haunted me with that look of his.

I mean look at him!!!

My heart is racing and I know no peace, but I am okay. Because Lilia is giving my that look with that smile.

I’m dying of laughter here Anonie, because I got two of you talking about relating to Frollo and his lust for Esmeralda. And I don’t blame you!!

We burn for him:

Why does his smoldering eyes still scorch my soul?

I feel him, I see him.

The sun caught in his raven hair.

Is blazing in me all out of control.

Lilia. Lilia.

How is it extreme when passion and love is what drives us? What brings us happiness? It’s beautiful.

Yes!! This man also had me under his claws for just as long. My heart, my soul, my love: you just name it. My wallet too.

#answered #anonie ask #lilia vanrouge

[daily-rayless]

l'impératrice

It's time for another character appreciation post. Today let's discuss Mitsuru Kirijo from Persona III.

Right from when I first played P3 in 2008, I was drawn to Mitsuru's exceptionally elegant design.

June 2008

As far as I can remember, this was the first Mitsuru art I ever did. Immediate pluses in her favor: nice boots and a sword.

September 2009

Mitsuru's design is extremely sophisticated, but it's also grounded in reality.

December 2009

Yeah, she's a wish-fulfillment character with her beauty and universal school popularity and fencing skills and motorcycle and effortless confidence and family wealth and Français impeccable.

January 2010

But in terms of character design, she's fairly downplayed. There's no copious jewels, intricate hair, elaborate makeup, frills. There's actually very little visual ostentation.

April 2010

Instead, artist Shigenori Soejima conveyed her sophistication through her long wavy hair, her stiletto boots, her cravat, and her longer-than-average skirt.

December 2010

It conveys “fancy”, but not “excessive” – “impractical” – or even “fictional character”.

Well, maybe running through the halls of Tartarus in stilettos is a little impractical.

December 2012

But it conveys more than “fancy”. The tall black boots give her a military air. The longer hem hints towards her being aloof, removed, more adult. The hair conceals.

July 2013

The deep red color of her hair suggests rubies, merlot, velvet. But it also alludes to passion, courage – even eventual outrage.

March 2014

Which leads me to my next point. Mitsuru's backstory may make her unrelatable to the average gamer. At least, the broad strokes of her history are beyond most of us.

April 2015

But I think she's a very well written character. We might not be in her exact family circumstances, but we can still relate to her loyalty and anger.

December 2015

Like most of Persona 3's cast, she has some serious moral failings. She's secretive, high-handed, and myopic in how she deals with grief as well as in how she lends her loyalty to others. Both during the game and in FES' The Answer -- the original game hasn't neatly corrected all of her faults.

March 2020

For all her confidence, her Social Link reveals there are times when she can be utterly passive, playing into expected roles because of family loyalty and a reluctance to see herself as an individual.

September 2020

But at her best, she's fierce, brilliant, and even endearingly awkward.

November 2021

I love the combination of her refined design and cool (but secretly smoldering) personality.

April 2023

Why would I ever stop drawing her?

#mitsuru kirijo #persona #persona 3 #persona iii #art progress #character appreciation