#jujutsu maiden smut

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I Want To

Summary: You’ve been dating Sukuna for three months since you met at Gojo’s party. He’s the best thing that’s happened to you. He’s a bit of a jerk sometimes, but he is patient. He’s patient with his younger brothers and patient when it comes to you being a virgin. But when you say, “Fuck me.” As an expression, he groans and whispers, “I want to.” Little does he know, you want it too.

Pairing: (Modern) Ryomen Sukuna X FAB!Reader

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, language, first time.

Word Count: 3,377

A/N: I hadn't touched on Modern Sukuna in a while. So this kind of just came together! 💚

Previous Parts: Part One Part Two

Sukuna was on top of you, his hands gripping your sides as he pressed you into the couch. Lips moved fervently against each other as he growled against your lips. He took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down on it as hard as he could without drawing blood. The sharp inhale of breath that sounded from you had his cock throbbing so hard inside his pants it was painful.

It had been three months since he met you in a closet at Gojo’s house party. The initial encounter was awkward at first but quickly turned into a messy make-out session. When the doors flung open, all of your mutual friends screamed and cat-called as you found you pinned against the wall, his hand fisted in your hair, while his lips were smeared with lipstick.

That was the beginning of your relationship.

You met the brothers he had custody over. He would bring you coffee at the doctor’s office you worked at. All your co-workers stole glances as he kissed you in the lobby. Things were so naturally organic between you both.

They started spicy, his tongue in your mouth while you dug your nails into his back in a closet. But the boiling lust turned to a simmer for weeks, especially when you told Sukuna you were a virgin. He was willing to wait for you. Whenever you were ready, so would he.

Things usually ended up like this. Him on top of you, you on top of him, making out like horny teenagers. Hands feeling each other up while whimpers and growls filled the living room. Tonight, you looked ravishing. Tight-fitted jeans and a black top with cherries embroidered in it, and fuck, they hugged the fantastic curves of your body perfectly. Of course, things would get hot and heavy when you looked this good.

“Ah~ mhm~ fuck.” You gasped out as Sukuna pulled away, watching his hands squeeze and grope your tits. “K-Kuna~”

“Your tits are fucking perfect.”

You watched his hands groping and squeezing you, thumbs brushing over your clothed nipples. Your pussy clenched and throbbed, your arousal seeping out of you, soaking your panties. Sukuna drove you crazy. His kisses, the way his hands so lovingly caressed and made you.

“Oooh god,” You whined as he kissed your neck, gently rocking his hips against the couch. “F-fuck me.” You cried out, throwing your head back.

“God, I want to.”

The room felt stuffy as Sukuna pulled back, the seriousness of his words hitting him in the gut. You opened your mouth to speak back, and he quickly pulled off of you, plopping back into his seat. His eyes focused solely on you.

“Sorry.” He breathed out, covering the growing tent in his pants with a throw pillow.

God, he was so patient. He wanted things to escalate, but he wouldn't push you. He wasn't like other guys you had dated. The ones always trying to make you, attempting to take things further. They were the same guys who would get pissy, and when you’d tell them to stop. Sukuna always stopped himself. He never once tried to take things further.

He was the one. There were no ifs,ands, or buts; Sukuna was the person you wanted to be with. You wanted to have sex with him. But that meant you'd have to be the one to make the first move.

Without hesitation, you followed him, grabbing the pillow and tossing it to the side. Sukuna inhaled sharply as you straddled his hips, gently rocking against him. His large hands hovered just about your hips, not touching you but tempted to do so.

“I want to, too,” you whispered against his lips before kissing him deeply. “Kuna~ I’m ready.”

Your confession had Sumuna’s hands gripping your hips in a flash. His lips pressed against yours. “Are—” Kiss. “you—” Kiss. “sure?” His last kiss was deep, his tongue grazing yours as you rocked your hips slowly back and forth.

“Ah~ yes~ fuck yes.” you cried ou his cock throbbed inside his shorts. “I need you~ I want you inside of me.”

Sukuna held your hips before he stood up, his lips frantically moved against yours as he carried you to your bedroom. He laid you down on the mattress, crawling on top of you, his hands caging you underneath him. Having him on top of you was nothing new. You both had made out like this countless times before. But knowing that this time was going to lead to sex, it had your pussy throbbing as he slid his hands underneath that pretty black blouse with cherries on it. The same blouse he'd been wanting to rip off you all night.

“A-Ahnn.” you softly cried out as he pulled the top off, dropping it to the ground.”Sukuna~” His hands groped your breasts, squeezing them gently in his hands.

“Your tits are so cute,” he whispered as he slid his hands under your bra. “They're the perfect size.”

You tilted your head forward, watching as he slowly rubbed the pad of his thumb around your nipples in slow, tantalizing circles. Your body twitches as your nipples grow harder underneath his thumb. The feeling of them erecting underneath his touch had Sukuna growling, his hands reaching around, unclasping her bra with one skilled hand.

With the flimsy fabric out of the way, Sukuna took in your bare torsos, admiring how lovely you looked sprawled out underneath him. Your skin has a certain glow to it; whether it was because of the low bedroom lighting or the arousal, he wasn't sure. The one thing he was sure about was that you were the most gorgeous woman in the entire world.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, leaning down, trailed kissed over your shoulders. “Stunning.” down past your collarbone. “And delicious,” Sukuna growled before taking your nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

Your back arched, trying to feel more of him against you. Your skin was aching for his touch as if he was the remedy to the burning sensation spreading over it. His tongue swirled and flicked over your sensitive bud, and his crimson eyes were locked on you. They watched, taking notes on your reactions, your subtle jerks, and what made you moan louder. When you gasped or whined louder, he made sure to do the same thing, over and over again, until you were a withering mess under him.

“More.” You pleaded, hips rocking up for the same loving treatment his mouth provided. “Please, Sukuna~ please~”

He pulled off your nipple with a —pop! One of his hands slid between your legs, rubbing circles against your inner thigh. He nipped and kissed your breasts as his hand moved further up, rubbing your pussy gently through your pants.

“You need more here?”

“Y-Yes! Please, fuck, wanna feel you inside~!”

“Inside?” He's running his flattened tongue over your other nipple. “Okay~ I’ll prep you for my cock. How does that sound?”

To feel his fingers deep inside of you was just what you needed.”P-Please!” Your needy little whines had him chuckling as he slipped his hand under your shorts and panties. “A-Ah~ Fu—fuuuck!” Thick fingers rub circles around your clit, teasing the little bud before he dips his hand further back.

“Nnng.” You're wet, so goddamn wet, it makes his cock hurt. “Mmmphm.” To anyone else? He would look angry. Eyebrows pinched together as he dips his fingers further back, rubbing them teasingly around your entrance. But you know he's just feral; he wants you so bad, to fuck you into the mattress, to make you cum. But at the same time, he doesn't want to hurt you.

There would be plenty of times to fuck you like he hated you in the future. Right now, at this moment in time, it was all about taking care of you. Making sure your first time was the best anyone could wish for.

“Ah~ ah~ hah!” But you were making it hard to hold back with those desperate mewls leaving your pretty lips.

“Goddamn.” He cursed, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. “You're making it hard for me to hold back.” His finger dips between your folds, sliding from your entrance up to your hard clit, spreading your arousal all over.

The tiniest of moans rises in your throat. “I-I don't want you holding back.” Sukuna’s fingers freeze mid-stroke, crimson eyes widening.

“You don't?”

“No, Kuna, you've fingered me and stretched me out more times than I can count. I think I can handle your co—Oooh god!” Your words are bitten off as he shoves two of his thick fingers into your cunt. “O-Oh fuck!” Your desperate sobs make Suluna finger fuck you faster, causing your hands to fist at the sheets.

“You can barely handle two fingers.” Your boyfriend draws out, his fingers rubbing expertly over your gummy walls. “What makes you think you're anywhere close to taking my cock, huh?”

“I-I can ha-hah—” your head tilts back, “handle more!”

“Oh really?” In mid-thrust, as he's pulling out, he adds a third finger, sending you nearly over the edge just from the stretch. “Heh,” he lets out a husky laugh, “only three fingers in, and you're twitching. You dirty little girl~ are you seriously going to cum from this?” His finger curled, rubbing your spongy spot.

“Nngh!” your legs try to clamp down around him, but Sukuna forces them to stay open with his legs. “K-Kuna~ Kuna~!”

“Looks like I was right—” he pulls back, “you gonna cum, gonna squirt all in your shorts? Gonna make a fucking mess in them, seeing that I haven't taken them off of you yet.” His cock throbs painfully hard. “Well, go on then. Cum~ soak these shorts like the dirty little slut you are.”

His fingers press into your g-spot, and you're a goner. You squirt, your cum soaking his hand, your panties, and your shorts. It runs down your thighs as your legs shake, and drawn-out cries of pleasure have Sukuna’s eyes glued to your face. He watches you come down, fingers fixating the sheets, as his fingers work you down. Watching you cum so hard nearly had him cumming in his pants.

He pulls his fingers out when you release your grip on the sheets. Your whole body is relaxed as you sit up, staring into those crimson eyes you lost you’d lost yourself in three months before. His chest rises and falls, and he’s gripping the fabric of his gray sweats. You know he's trying to contain himself. He doesn't want to hurt you; he wants this to be perfect.

But it had been perfect; these last three months had been the best months of your entire life.

You grabbed his shirt, tugging it over his head; your fingers trailed over the black ink that ran over his shoulders and down his chest. His pectoral twitched as you traced the intricate designs before you moved lower and lower, your hands pulled at the drawstring of his sweat. His breathing was heavier, moving from rasps to low growls deep in his chest. You knew he was close to losing his grip on himself; he just needed another push.

Lifting your ass, you tugged your soaked shorts and panties off, throwing them at his chest. “Well?” You tried to sound confident and relaxed, but your voice came out shakier than intended. “ Are you going to fuck me?” You could see the outline of his cock twitch in his sweats as you pulled a condom out of your nightstand. “Or not?” you tore the condom open with your teeth, and Sukuna lost all the control he had.

His hands grab your face, kissing you as he pins you underneath him. You kiss him back, moaning as his hands leave your face, moving to pull his cock out before snatching the condom from your hands. You could have giggled at his antics; he acted like an excited man-child, but no giggles left you as you focused on his eyes.

They were dark, full of primal lust as he rolled the condom over his thick long cock. He was excited; no, he was driven by pure need. The raw need to fuck you, to be deep inside of you, and that had you panting along with him.

“You want me to fuck you?” his voice was so hoarse and deep as he shoved you down against the bed. “This is what you want?”

“Y-Yes Sukuna~ god yes!”

He spreads your legs, rubbing his cock against your clit. “Okay,” Sukuna whispered, “it might sting a little, but you tell me if you need a minute. Understand?” the second you nodded in agreement, he was gently prodding at your entrance before he started pushing in.

You gently grip his arms, shutting your eyes tight. There's a sharp, stinging pain that makes you wince. You tighten up, making Sukuna grunt softly, his hips pausing. You’re so tight and warm around him, so damn tight he might blow his load before he even really gets to fuck you.

“Fuck, y-you gotta relax.” Sukna grits out, head tilting forward as he concentrates on his breathing. “If you don't, I'm not gonna’ last.”

Hearing him say that was both a confidence boost and a bit worrisome. You were over the moon, knowing that he felt good! But you didn't want this to end yet. So you nodded, biting down on your lip as you relaxed. Sukuna could feel your walls loosen up just a bit, giving him the chance to push further inside.

“Haah!” you gasped out as his hips pressed against yours, his cock buried fully inside of you. “Ahh fuck.” your nails dug into his skin, your pussy twitching, trying to adjust yourself to the new feeling.

“Are you okay?” he asked after a second passed.

“Mhmm,” you breathed through your nose, “I feel so full.”

Sukuna leaned down, kissing and nipping at your neck. “Yeah?” He dragged his tongue up your neck. His teeth grazed your earlobe as he breathed deeply. “Do you like feeling like that? You like being full of my cock?” The dirty words made you twitch.

“H-Huh?!”

“I asked if you like my cock being inside of you.” he slowly pulled out before pushing back in. “You were being so vulgar earlier, figured you like this shit.” your boyfriend set a steady pace, gently pulling out and thrusting back into you. “So I'll ask you again, do you like my cock being inside your pussy? Is it everything you dreamed about?” his cock pressed deep inside, hitting your cervix. “Or is it better than you imagined~?”

“I-I like it!” Sukuna smirked, pulling back to look at your face. Your cheeks were burning a darker shade; your eyes were hazy with pleasure. “I-I like it a lot, Kuna~!”

“Good~ I want you to feel good~ I want this to be everything you wanted~”

In truth, it was better than you ever dreamed of. So many of your girlfriends told you sex hurt the first time. So you had been hesitant, especially with the mere size of your boyfriend's cock. You had assumed it would hurt, maybe even hurt worse.

Your irrational fears were precisely what they were: irrational. Sukuna made sure you were ready, prepped, and wet enough. Aside from the sharp stinging sensation, you felt no other pain, nothing but pleasure, the pleasure that had your arms wrapping around Sukuna's neck, pulling him down to kiss you fervently. You felt nothing but overwhelming pleasure as his thick cock plunged in and out of you, stretching you, pleasuring you.

Sukuna groaned, his tongue sliding into your mouth, swirling it around yours. The taste of chocolate and popcorn from your movie night lingered on your tongue. The sweetness of your kiss and the erotic sounds that swelled in your chest had him moving faster. He swallowed your whines and savored the stinging pain from scratches you left down his back. It left him craving more to make your first time so unbelievably good.

But he didn't want to hurt you. So he kept the same languid thrusts. His cock slammed into you as you cried out underneath him. Sukuna was willing to keep up the pace and be as gentle as possible. But the second you wrapped your legs around his waist, being gentle was a lost cause.

“Fuck me~ fuuuck ne~” Your needy demands had his eyes shut tight, self-control slipping. “Sukuna~ fuck me~!”

Hearing you call his name like that, with his cock buried deep in your pussy was his final straw. He grabbed your hips, lifting you slightly off the mattress, before he began fucking into you mercilessly. Screaming at the top of your lungs, you dug your nails into his toned back, dragging them down his skin. The pain felt good; you felt good!

“You’re such a good fuckin’ girl~ taking my cock like a professional when you're just a virgin~” his lips trailed kisses over your jaw. “You’re getting tighter; ya’ gonna cum soon~? Gonna cum all of my cock for the first time tonight~?”

“Y-Yes!” the broken whimper in your throat had Sukuna laughing against your skin. His hot breath only makes you wetter.

“Then why don't you be a good girl and cum on my cock~” One of his hands released your hip, sliding between you in search of your clit. But just before he could touch you, you were screaming.

“G-Gonna cum~ gonna cum~! Don't stop! Kuna~! Please! Pleeease!”

His eyes widened slightly before darkening with prideful smugness. “Oh fuck~ you're gonna cum from me just fucking you?”

“Y-Yeah! Don't stop!”

His hand returned to your hip. “Then do it, little slut~ do it~ cum all over my thick cock~” Knowing he was going to make you cum from just his cock had him sprinting toward the edge of his orgasm

“C-Cum—” you squealed as the head of his cock jammed into your sweet spot. “Oooooh! Haaah!” you screamed, toes curling, head thrashing, body shaking as your cunt squeezed around Sukuna’s cock.

“Shit~ shit, so good~! So fucking tight!”

Your boyfriend grunted before kissing up deeply fucking roughly into your still pulsating pussy. He moaned and growled into your mouth as you tried your best to keep up with him as he fucked into you like he was a wild animal. He shuddered, feeling his cum fill the condom.

“Hah—ha—-ahh.” you collapse against the bed, Sukuna following you, trying not to crush you under his weight. “Wow.”

Sukuna snorted against the crook of your neck. “Wow?” he lifted his head, smirking at you. “What did I fuck the words out of you?”

“No, you didn't, I just—” You pushed his pink tufts of hair back. “I always imagined this, ya know,” your nails gently scratched at his scalp, winning a satisfied groan from him. “I couldn't imagine it going any better than that.”

“Mm, “ he hummed, “are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?”

“Honestly?”

The hesitation in your tone had Sukuna sitting up, his eyes roaming over you. “Where does it hurt?” You gently grabbed his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

“I’m feeling amazing. But if I'm being honest, I wanna go again?” The shyness in your voice was all Sukuna needed to hear to relax. His cock twitching back to life at your needy confessions

“Wanna go again?” Sukuna pulled out of you, taking off the full condom before typing it up, tossing it into the small trash can in the corner of the room. Without a flaw, Sukuna grabbed another condom out of your nightstand, ripping it open with his teeth. “We'll go again.” In a flash, he had you flipped, face pressed into the pillows. “But this time, I won't be holding back~”

“Good!” turning your head to the side, you shook your ass teasingly against him. “I don't want you holding back.”

Sukuna laughed out loud, his hand fisting your hair, tugging it hand, forcing you into an arch. “Remember you said those exact words when you're crying fat tears into your pillow.” You bit your lip with a grin; this would be a long and fun night.

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fem!reader, public cockwarming.

wrote this quickly at work hiding from my manager but he caught me before i could finish so it’s kinda cliffhanger–ish .. sowwy

thinking about tutor!gojo who invites you to a private study room to prepare for finals and instead of traditional study methods, he has his own way of doing things.

tutor!gojo who has you in his lap with his fat cock sitting pretty inside you and his cotton candy tip teasing your cervix. your mini skirt pooling at your waist and he holds your hips tightly, digging into your flushed skin with his blunt nails.

your sweet, faint mewls were like music to his ears — filling up the thankfully soundproofed and enclosed cubicle. in his attempt to explain organic chemistry to you, you’re still unable to comprehend because all you can focus on is nice and full of gojo you are. and with each passing moment, you grow increasingly needy for more. your puffy lips shaped into a pout as you tremble above him. his cock reaches so deep and stretches you out so well that you can’t help but grind against him. and every time you do, he chastises to pull out if you don’t stay still.

“t–toru! please, ‘need more,” you whined.

“awe, i know baby, but you want a good grade don’t you? it’ll just a little longer, i promise.”

tutor!gojo who’s panting now as he’s fucking you senselessly from the back. strings of broken curses pool from his lips like they’ve been aching for this moment. his big hands spread open the fat of your ass allowing him to reach deeper, kissing your cervix with every thrust.

you whimper and moan, tucking your lip behind your teeth from the immense stimulation that's all because of your tutor’s devilish cock exploring every inch of you.

©2023 KANNARIE — do not translate, modify, repost, or steal any of my work. i will bite you, disrespectfully.

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The Offering - A Sukuna x Reader Fic Part 1

Once upon a time, Sukuna was a human man, albeit a monstrously cruel and powerful one. Villages across the land worshipped him as a living deity. One such village holds a festival for seven nights in his honor every year, and on each night they make generous offerings to him, including women who are never seen again. On the fifth night, you are selected to be the offering.

This will be at least two parts, maybe three! If you’d like to be tagged when I post another part, comment to let me know. You must have your age in your bio or pinned post and be 18+ to be tagged.

Smut. 18+. Sukuna is a human (my theory is that he got his four-armed body by modifying himself with jujutsu fuckery later in life). Dubcon. Mentions of rape that happened “off screen”. Very rough sex. Blood. Sukuna just generally being a sadistic monster. F!Reader.

Your forehead touched the ground, your entire body bent to bow as low as possible as the honored guest of the festival passed by. You didn’t dare look up at him. You’d heard stories of villagers being instantly beheaded by invisible blades for such an offense. 

Even when he was gone, climbing up the steps to the shrine your people had built for him several years ago, you kept your head pressed to the ground. There you and all the other villagers remained until someone announced that Lord Sukuna, your village’s living deity, had gone inside the shrine. 

Every year your village held a festival in Lord Sukuna’s honor. It was a week long affair, and each night generous offerings were left at the shrine’s doors for him to partake of. Sumptuous fruits, tender cooked meats, fragrant oils, delicate trinkets made of precious metals, sake of various types, and of course, beautiful women. 

Lord Sukuna remained inside the shrine for the entire seven days and nights, then left until the next year, when the process began again. The women offered to him were never seen again. 

On the fifth day, you were helping your mother prepare a basket of fruit for an offering. There were juicy pomegranates, glossy apples, and ripe peaches. They smelled heavenly, and you smiled as you arranged them to look as beautiful as possible. 

A sudden voice at the entrance to your home caught your attention, a man speaking to your father. “Please try to stay calm,” the man was saying, “but your daughter has been selected to be tonight’s offering.”

Your mother wailed beside you, clutching you in her arms as if she could keep you from being taken. Your father turned to look at you with an anguished expression. You yourself simply felt numb. A part of you knew this could happen. You were of age, unmarried, and had been told you were pleasing to look at. It was only a matter of time, really. 

So you stood in your home, your sobbing mother still holding you, as three shrine maidens walked in. They were quiet, older women dressed in white robes with downcast faces. They bowed to your parents, as if thanking them for their involuntary sacrifice, then took you by the hands. One of them helped your father pry your mother’s arms away from you as the other two led you outside. You didn’t even have time to say goodbye to your parents. 

You went with the shrine maidens willingly. To struggle or resist would mean death for you and your family, and then another girl would be in your place, being pulled out of her home while her parents cried. It would happen to someone regardless tomorrow night, but at least this would spare one family the misery. 

The shrine maidens took you to a small temple that sat at the base of Sukuna’s shrine. There they removed your simple garments and had you step into a large, warm bath. Floating in the water were near countless cherry blossoms, giving the entire room a sweet fragrance. You looked at the pretty pink flowers and, upon realizing this was the last time you would see them, began to cry. 

One of the women came closer and rubbed your shoulder in a comforting manner. You looked up at her in surprise. The shrine maidens were normally quite stoic, keeping to themselves, maintaining Sukuna’s shrine between festivals, and helping to prepare offerings and see to the Lord’s needs while he was there. From your understanding, they were the only people besides the village elders who were allowed to have any contact with Lord Sukuna at all. 

“Try to keep your head down,” the shrine maiden whispered, “and don’t look at Lord Sukuna until he tells you to. In fact, don’t do anything until he tells you to. Try to please him in whatever way he asks.”

You wiped your tears with your hands and looked at her sadly. “Does it even matter? Has any woman pleased him enough to survive?”

The shrine maiden’s grip on your shoulder became slightly more firm. “It does matter! If you please him, he might give you a quick death. We’ve been forced to clean up the remains of many women who displeased him. Believe me, you don’t want to be among their number. There are far worse fates than being beheaded.”

You shivered at her warning, but decided on the spot to follow her advice. Although the shrine maidens had remained silent about what happened to the other offered women, only confirming their deaths, rumors had drifted among the village for years. Stories of women being skinned alive, having their eyes ripped out of their sockets, having every bone in their bodies broken and their mangled limbs twisted into nightmarish shapes. You’d always hoped they were merely stories made up by the more morbidly curious villagers. 

You composed yourself and then asked the older woman a question. “What is he like?”

The woman glanced back at the other shrine maidens who were preparing a garment for you to wear, then said in a low voice, “Lord Sukuna is cruel. He has no mercy for anyone. He is a monster.”

You felt your heart sink. You would be taken by this man tonight, and you’d never even laid eyes upon him. 

When the bath was finished, you stepped out and were dried off by the women. They then dressed you in an extremely thin white robe. It was so thin that you were certain anyone could see right through it, making you feel embarrassed at the thought of walking into the shrine this way. Then you reminded yourself that he would probably rip it from your body anyway. 

They lightly painted your face and combed out your hair, leaving it unadorned. Then they opened the doors and motioned for you to follow. 

As you climbed the steps to the shrine, the shrine maiden who had spoken to you before gave you instructions. 

“When you enter, keep your eyes down toward the floor. Lord Sukuna will be seated on a dais before you, but you must not look up at him until you are given permission. Once you reach the dais, bow down as low as possible and remain that way until commanded otherwise.”

Your heart was pounding as you neared the end of the stone steps, and the end of your life. You stopped in front of the doors and took several deep breaths to try and steady yourself, then you lowered your gaze to the space in front of your bare feet as the women opened the shrine. 

You could feel his eyes upon you from the moment you stepped inside. The shrine maidens did not accompany you, and closed the doors behind you, leaving you to your fate. You slowly walked forward, keeping your eyes down, feeling a terrifying sense of pressure emanating from the dais that was supposed to be in front of you. 

The walk toward the dais was nerve wracking. You didn’t know how close or far it was, and you felt naked in the sheer robe, your cheeks no doubt burning red at the thought of this man staring at you. 

When you saw the edge of the dais come into view, you stopped and immediately knelt down, pressing your face to the floor as you always did with the other villagers every year. Then you waited. 

For several minutes, you heard nothing. No breathing, no movement. Then a smooth, deep voice said, “You may look up now.”

You shuddered, then worked up the courage to raise your head slightly while maintaining a posture of submission. When you did, your vision was suddenly full of the man your village worshipped, the dreaded monster called Sukuna. 

He was a man, not a beast, and you were shocked by how handsome he was. He sat not on his chair but across it, one leg drawn up at his side and the other hanging down, in a surprisingly casual pose. He wore white robes, the front open to his waist to reveal a muscular torso that drew your eye. 

His face was lined with strange tattoos, and in his eyes there was an intensity that nearly took your breath away. You remained perfectly still even as your heart thundered in your chest. You didn’t know what was happening, why you suddenly felt drawn to this man. You could feel the danger, you had the sense that he would rip you to shreds without a second thought, but you couldn’t take your eyes off him. Something about the terror he provoked also excited you. With a spike of alarm, you realized you wanted to touch him. 

When he spoke again, his voice had a silky texture that made you feel weak. 

“There are three types of women who end up here,” he began, looking down at you as if you were an insect he was about to stomp on. “There are those foolish enough to think they can seduce me. They feign love, and I let them live in their delusions, right up until I take them to my bed. The delusions shatter pretty quickly then.”

His lips curved up into a fiendish smirk, and you were left wondering what terrible things he did to those women in his bed. 

“Then there are the pathetic ones who cry and beg for mercy from the start” he went on. “Unfortunately this is the most common type. I have my way with them and then utterly destroy them. It’s what they deserve for boring me.”

Were these the women who displeased him? The ones who received the most brutal deaths? The cruelty of it stunned you, that the weakest and most frightened women were given the most horrific fates. 

“The last type is my favorite,” he said with a haunting grin, “the ones who fight and scream and claw. These provide me with the most amusement, but sadly are the most rare. It’s hilarious, you see, to watch them slowly realize they never had a chance in the first place. I enjoy breaking their bodies and their spirits. And to reward them for the entertainment, I have them on my plate after having them in my bed.”

Your eyes widened as his words sank in. Plate? Meaning he ate them? He kept grinning, perhaps guessing what you were thinking. You felt a wave of nausea hit your stomach, but you kept your breakfast from coming back up through sheer force of will. 

“I wonder what type you are,” he said, his red eyes boring into you, his unusually sharp teeth bared in his smile. “Try not to disappoint me.”

He stood up then, and his height was imposing, even more so because you were still kneeling on the floor. 

You kept your expression blank, but your mind was racing. What type were you? None of the three he described matched how you felt. You had initially resigned yourself to your fate, and had planned to simply be quiet and obedient until he tired of you and killed you. But now that you were in his overwhelming presence, you couldn’t suppress the thrill you felt, the animal-like attraction to this brutal yet beautiful man. 

The rational part of your brain was filled with terror and dread. Lord Sukuna was going to do indescribably awful things to you this night, then murder you and discard you as if you were nothing. But a bizarre little piece of your brain, one you’d never realized was there before now, was growing more excited by the moment. 

“Stand,” he commanded, and you hurriedly got to your feet. You felt your face burning again when his eyes roamed over your barely concealed body. He turned and walked toward the back of the shrine, looking over his shoulder at you to say, “Follow.”  

You obeyed, walking after him, careful to remain several steps behind. You soon came to a room marked off by sheer curtains, which Lord Sukuna pulled back to reveal the most lavish, ornate bed you had ever seen. Unlike the thin futon you were used to, this bed was thick and elevated off the floor. There were silk pillows and a satin-lined blanket, and the fabrics had apparently been perfumed, as they carried a heady, floral scent. 

When Sukuna reached the bed, he stood beside it and turned to face you. “Remove your robe,” he said in his rich voice. 

You nearly buckled right then and there. The fear and shame were mixing with arousal, and you thought you might collapse. With shaking fingers, you untied the thin sash around your waist. Then, with Sukuna watching intently, you opened the robe and slipped it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. 

You’d never been bare in front of a man before, and it felt as if your skin burned wherever his gaze fell as his eyes moved up and down your form. 

He stepped closer and looked down at you, into your eyes. Did he see the turmoil inside you? The raging war between horror and lust? 

His hands fell upon your trembling shoulders, and his touch felt electric. Finally, his hands on your skin! But then he jerked your body around so that you faced away from him, and those hands roughly explored your exposed flesh. One of them squeezed your right breast while the other moved down to grope between your legs. You gasped at the sensations, at being touched in this way for the first time, at the realization that you didn’t hate it even though his touch was harsh. 

One of his fingers slipped into your folds, and  your breath hitched in your throat as he grazed over a particularly sensitive spot. You felt him pause, both hands going still, and then he suddenly turned you back around to face him. He seemed to study your face for a moment, and then a smirk spread across his features. 

All at once you were thrown onto the bed, your little cry of surprise ignored as Lord Sukuna slowly climbed on top of you. His hands were upon you again, grabbing and kneading the soft, plush areas of your body, his grip strong and bruising. He moved down, then pushed your knees up toward your chest, opening your thighs obscenely wide apart. 

There was a strange look in his eyes as he gazed down at your most private place, and again that smirk. He bent down, his face getting so close to your body that you could feel his breath. You couldn’t help blushing at the closeness, and then you felt something warm and wet glide up your slit. When you looked down, his tongue was extended from his mouth, a string of clear fluid attaching it to your body. 

A shudder rippled through you as he dove back in, this time pressing his tongue in between the folds of flesh to lick your swollen and sensitive clit. “Ah… ahh!” The small quick moans escaped your lips before you could stop them, and you felt a stab of fear when Sukuna looked up at your face. You were told not to do anything without his permission, so you had refrained from speaking. You didn’t want to displease him in any way, so you were trying to be completely silent. But when his tongue returned to your clit, circling it and then pressing into the top corner, even more moans came out. 

Lord Sukuna continued until your body stiffened, your hands gripping the silken sheets as pleasure shot through you and one last, long moan broke free. He pulled away from you and looked down, watching you pant as you started to drop your tired legs back down. He grabbed them before they could straighten and touch the bed, pressing your knees back up. 

You looked at him just as he opened his own robe, revealing the same pattern of black tattoos all over his body. It was a strangely alluring sight, but your eyes were quickly drawn to the very large and imposing organ between his legs. It stood stiff and ready, and you knew what was about to happen. 

Sukuna looked you in the eyes as he shoved himself inside you, so deep and so hard that you could only describe the motion as violent. He didn’t give you even a moment to adjust before he was thrusting viciously into you. It hurt, and even as naive as you were, you understood that he wanted it to hurt. He was clearly being as rough as he possibly could without literally tearing you apart, and tears stung your eyes as you bit back a scream, using one hand to cover your own mouth. 

Sukuna pulled your hand away from your face, then leaned down close and spoke into your ear, a whisper that that sent shivers through you despite the pain you were in, “Cry for me. I’ll allow it. Let me hear your voice.”

Hearing that, you let out a cry of pain before beginning to sob. You looked up him with wet eyes and found him grinning, enjoying your suffering. He truly was a monstrous man. His motions only became rougher, his hands gripping your thighs so hard you thought he might crush them. 

“Please… L-lord Sukuna…” you managed to cry out.

“Please what?” Again, that voice in your ear, that self-satisfied smile while watching you cry. 

“I-I don’t… I don’t know…” You didn’t know what you wanted. Did you want him to stop? You wanted the pain to end, but you didn’t want him to climb off you. 

“Really? Then I won’t let up.”

Unbelievably, he was thrusting even harder, even deeper. When you could no longer bear it, your hands that had been clenched at your sides flew up to wrap around his neck. He would probably kill you for touching him without permission, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Clutching him in your arms somehow made the agony between your legs subside just a little. 

If he was angered by your touch, he didn’t show it. Instead, he laughed as if he were amused by your desperation. 

Finally, when you were nearly at the limit of what you could withstand, you felt Sukuna’s cock twitch, his body go tense, and then  warm, sticky fluid shoot inside you. Your arms slipped down from his neck as he pulled out of you and let your sore legs fall to the bed. Somewhere in your dazed mind you knew this was the end. He’d had his fun with you and now he would kill you, just like all the others. You saw him stand up from the bed and wrap his robe around himself, but before he could even turn around, you passed out. 

*****

Sukuna looked down at the offering, feeling slightly annoyed that she had given out so quickly. She had held out better than most, however. 

Despite what he’d told her earlier, over half the women offered to him never even made it to his bed. They were crying too loudly or shoving their fake affection in his face or even having the gall to try to attack him. They ended up as chunks of meat in front of the dais. 

But this girl had been frustratingly blank and silent. He’d considered beheading her, but on a whim had decided to force a reaction out of her, thinking she could provide some entertainment. The reaction he got was not what he’d expected. 

Sukuna was fully capable of making a woman become aroused, but it was always after applying plenty of stimulation to certain areas, not because he wanted to pleasure them, but because fucking them felt better for him when they were wet. This girl, however, was practically dripping from the moment he first touched her. And when he’d looked at her face, he’d seen reddened cheeks and lusty, glazed eyes. He also saw fear, and that mixture was too delicious to waste. 

Those sounds she’d made, from the little hitching breaths to the soft moans she’d struggled to hold back, to the screams and cries of pain, had all been irresistible. He wanted to hear more of them. 

He stood looming over the bed, watching the growing red stain beneath her naked, still open thighs, and wondered what he should do with her. He could kill her right then and there as she slept, but that would be boring. Much better to listen to her sweet death cries. 

He reached up and absently touched the back of his neck. He could still feel her weak arms clinging to him. He stared down at the bruised and bleeding girl in his bed, at her sleeping tear-streaked face, and came to a decision. 

He summoned one of the shrine maidens, who entered the room with her eyes on the floor. She pointedly avoided looking toward the bed, probably afraid of what she would see. 

“Inform the village I won’t be needing a woman tomorrow night,” Sukuna told her. “I’m not finished with this one yet.”

The shrine maiden’s face lifted very slightly, the shock so much that she nearly forgot her manners. She quickly bowed again and said, “Yes, Lord Sukuna,” before hurrying out of the room. 

He sat down on the bed, then sighed before pulling a thin silken sheet up and draping it over the offering’s body. 

“Sleep while you can,” he murmured, a wicked grin returning to his face. “Tomorrow you’ll be entertaining me again.”

#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #sukuna x you

[shunshunrika]

Megumi being rough dom🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐

Y'all turning me into a Megumi Stan account (yeah he's my fav bitch but I'm feeling gojo lately).

I will do this concept for a larger set of jjk characters 😌

Jujutsu Kaisen! boys as ROUGH Doms

Warnings: afab!reader, aged up, SMUT, all kinds of things, don't read if not comfortable - nothing is abusive or nonconsensual or weird though.

Megumi Fushiguro

Trial and error rough dom. Rough intercourse isn't something that Megumi particularly knows a lot about and he takes it upon himself to try out different things to see what you like best. It's a new routine each time. One day he would experiment with handcuffs and leg cuffs, another day would be choking you till your eyes roll back, the third time would be stretching you into challenging positions to make sure his cock buries deep in, his weepy penis head kissing your insides with each violent thrust. He'd find that in all of his trials, decorating you with scratches and hickeys is by far the most common outcome.

"You look pretty all marked up by me."

Satoru Gojo

Cocky rough dom. Talks a lot. By a lot, I mean a LOT. and it's all about how good of a fuck he is. Won't stop comparing himself to his mates when he is skewering into you with his lengthy member. You let him though since you're get a marvelous sex session out of it.

"Do ya think Suguru or Nanami fuck their girls this good?"

"You think any of them can last this long?"

"You think any of them cum as much as I would? I'd fill you up till it reaches your uterus yknow."

It's all good though since it really contributes to making you a wet, wet mess just for your stuck up boyfie. If you let him boast on, he might eat you out for hours as a gift, licking your pussy dry as a desert.

Suguru Geto

Mean rough dom. He would do no position other than doggy and it's derivatives since he wants to see his cock go in and out and destroy you in 4K. He'd say a lot of derogatory stuff. Call you his whore. Spit in your mouth. Cum on your face. He gropes your ass hard, aiming to get atleast 3 climaxes out of you, gritting his teeth trying to last long himself. He'd definitely make you beg for those orgasms though, denying them as long as possible, making you weep and moan for them. Maybe he'd sympathise and give in if you suck on his balls for a bit.

Kento Nanami

Calculated rough dom. Does a lot of research. Asks Around- his friends and colleagues, then apologizes for the informalness. Gojo gives him a bit too many tips, not all of which are required. Kento, who trusts Gojo shows up wearing bondage garter belts, whip in hand and cuffs ready. You are so confused for a minute before he begins spanking you with the whip just the right way, with mathematically perfect intensity and angle. certified nipple biter. Would make your maidens go all red and raw. Prefers to fuck you after that with your legs spread eagle, ass in the air and you laying on your belly. When his cum dribbles out, he push it all back in again and again.

Toji Fushiguro

Unintentional rough dom. He is a womanizer™ but he doesn't actually go hard on purpose. He's just built like a bull, with a personality to match. It's no surprise that even a short, soft session would end with you fucked mindless, unable to think or speak - eyes crossed, tongue lolling out. He won't stop until his cum is decorating your face, the insides of your pussy, leaking out of your asshole, sticking in between your thighs, pooling in the fold of your stomach, collecting on your nipples. All of these weren't handjobs, one of your holes was used each time and by the end of it, you pray you don't pass out. That is just how Toji gives back to his girl.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo smut #toji smut #Megumi smut #geto smut #nanami smut #fluff #angst #gojo satoru #geto suguru #megumi Fushiguro #toji Fushiguro #Kento Nanami #anime smut #gojo x reader #toji x reader #megumi x reader #nanami x reader

[thekillingmoonmoon]

Hello darlings!

Due to my wee hiatus, I managed to miss my blog’s anniversary, my 350 follower milestone and I’ve barely made it back in time for my birthday. So, I’m throwing one huge celebration to say thank you. Thank you for supporting me, and thank you so so so much for sticking around til I came back

HOW IT WORKS:

The power is in your hands! Throughout the month of August, you will have the opportunity to vote on the next two series and decide on whose story I get to write. The highest voted ideas for each manga will be written next.

AND

I will draw one username at random from the list of voters to receive a personalised fic request.

What do you need to do to win:

Be over 18 (no minors allowed)

Be following me

Vote for one or more categories in the event

VOTE HERE

THE CONTESTANTS

jujutsu kaisen

1. ceremonials

looking for heaven, found the devil in me

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader x Gojo Satoru Warnings: NSFW, smut, blood, violence, death, religion, mlm (the geto x gojo is strong) Length: 5+ chapters #CeremonialsAU It's been ten years since Riko died. Ten years, and the Church of Light has fallen into a darkness that even the Holy Sun and Moon fail to illuminate. The Church is waning, and it needs the power of to Star Maiden to survive, the power it so tragically lost a decade before. But much has changed since Riko was chosen as the Star. Shadows run through the veins of the Church, tainting the blood of its proselytes, corrupting even the light of their Messiahs.

And you have been chosen. The new Star. The Holy Maiden chosen to lead the Celestial Church back into the Heavenly light. Despite the fractures in your own glow. Despite the shadows lurking in the wake of your new comrades.

2. cherry wine

Sweet and right and merciful I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing.

Pairing: Vampire!Choso x Vampire Bride! Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, brief descriptions of violence, blood, death, strong themes of religion, death, blood, Length: 5+ chapters #CherryWineAU There is a castle, high on the mountains above the town, where the Lord lives. No-one knows his name, but the townspeople fear him, fear the dark, fear the thought of him in the dark. He is to be your husband, he is to be your death.

3. cigarette daydreams

Funny how it seems like yesterday As I recall, you were lookin' out of place Gathered up your things and slipped away No time at all, I followed you into the hall

Pairing: Bodyguard!Fushiguro Toji x Naoya’s Fiance!Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, blood, violence, death, “infidelity”, misogyny Length: 5+ chapters #CigaretteDaydreamsAU

Toji has nothing to live for. No wife, his kid sold off, and no job. Until he gets a call from the people he hates the most, the Zen’ins. You’re sweet, a little bit naive, and about to be dragged into the worst family in Jujutsu history. But will Toji escort you to your doom?

4. bad reputation

A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation

Pairing: Biker!Sukuna x Stripper!Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, descriptions of violence Length: 3 chapters  #RoadhouseBluesAU His name burns, scorching your tongue hotter than his kiss. You know better than to follow Sukuna into his Hell, but what if you fall for the flame?

tokyo revengers

1. the city

don't call it a fight when you know it's a war

Pairing: Toman Timeskip! Hanma Shuji x Fem! Reader / minor Kisaki x Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, drugs, blood, violence, death, guns, sex work, “infidelity”, Reader is as off the rails as Hanma Length: 5+ chapters #TheCityAU Your life ended the day you were sold to Toman. Your life as the eldest daughter of a Yakuza Legend ended, but you lived on, as the forgotten property of Kisaki Tetta. Forgotten, abandoned, until Hanma Shuji stumbled, bloody, beaten, and laughing, into your boring world.

2. wishlist

I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up

Pairing: Bassist! Akashi Takeomi x Fem! Reader / a little Guitarist! Wakasa x fem! Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, childhood friends to lovers, idiots in love, brief descriptions of violence, brief descriptions of drugs, grunge Length: 5 chapters #WishlistAU The Black Dragons started as a dream, a dream born in the Shinichiro’s grease-stained motorcycle workshop, born between beaten-up machine parts and the strings of Shin’s old guitar. Now, the Black Dragons are legends, returning home after a record-breaking world tour. Five years have changed you, but your childhood crush on Takeomi hasn’t.

3. villains of circumstance

There's no magic bullet, no cure for pain What's done is done, 'til you do it again Life in pursuit of a nameless prey I've been so close, I'm so far away It's so hard to explain, so easy to feel I need you now, nothing is real Save me from the villains of circumstance Before I lose my place

Pairing: 1920s Gangster! Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader (character to be decided) Warnings: NSFW, smut, brief descriptions of violence, drugs, sex work and death Length: 5+ chapters #VillainsOfCircumstanceAU There is a life of gold and glamor deep in the grease and grime of the downtown districts. There is no law, only the lawless, and the lowlife gangsters who run the show. Lowlifes, murderers, and thieves, and you’ve never been in better company. Because here, in the darkness and the dirt, you can fulfil your dreams and desires. [same format as RoadhouseBlues AU]

4. gun in my hand

Why did love put a gun in my hand? Oh, was it for redemption? Was it for revenge?

Pairing: Bonten! Hitto Kakucho x Undercover Detective! Fem!Reader x Tachibana Naoto Warnings: NSFW, smut, violence, guns, drugs, death, Sanzu, grief, blood, mental health Length: 5+ chapters #GunInMyHandAU They took your partner, so you’ll take down their entire world. With the help of your friend, and fellow detective, Tachibana Naoto, you infiltrated Japan’s most dangerous organisation, Bonten. With the sole goal of tearing Sano Mikey’s empire apart from the inside, you find yourself rapidly losing touch with yourself and your morality as you get more and more entangled with the organisation’s earnest third-in-command

DISCLAIMER: all work here is original, please do not copy, repost, or use without permission. All images/gifs are either my own, sourced from popular media, or retrieved from royalty-free sources.

#KillingmoonLunarNewYear #toji x reader #choso x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #hanma shuji x reader #takeomi akashi x reader #kakucho x reader #naoto x reader #ran x reader

[erenyuuta]

Ice & Fire - Chapter 5

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Glossary & Character List (contains spoilers)

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Yuuta Okkotsu

Genre: Fantasy AU, romance, smut, angst, fluff, a crossover between Attack On Titan and Jujutsu Kaisen, loosely based on Game of Thrones and Eragon

Series Summary: Yuuta Okkotsu, the kind-hearted firstborn prince of the kingdom of Nymeria, finds himself stranded on an island that had been thought to only exist in legend. It is there he meets the last of the Valyrians, a dragon-blood named Eren Jaeger. While their days on the island are happy, they can’t last forever. Yuuta has a duty as prince to his kingdom that he must fulfill, and it is this duty that ultimately tears them apart.

Content Warnings: BL/Yaoi, hybrids/monsters, magic/fantasy, infidelity, power imbalances, graphic depictions of violence and death, explicit sexual content (blow job, anal sex, rimming, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, monsterfucking, 69, cum-eating, spit play, deep-throating, double penetration, sadism, masochism, blood play/consumption, choking/asphyxiation kink, handjob, drunk sex, orgy), dub-con, non-con, virginity loss, drugs (alcohol), traumatic backstories, unrequited love, drowning, murder, suicide, yandere tropes, corruption arc, major character death

Written by Aleks from @erenergic / @princess-jaeger and Kana from @ficsforeren / @sundaysundaes

Poster art by @/aizonoodle on Twitter, commissioned by Aleks ❤️

THE KISS OF FATE

Six rainy seasons have passed since he arrived on the island and still Yuuta feels the chill of the nights down to his bones, as if this rainy season was his first. He wraps a quilt around his form, one that he had found inside of a chest that had drifted ashore not too long ago. He tucks his long legs into his body as he warms himself by the fire. Sometimes he wonders how it is that the nights can be so cold, but perhaps they aren’t actually–at least, that’s what Eren always says.

“You’re just always cold,” Eren chuckles as he sits down next to Yuuta’s blanketed body. Eren, as always, forgoes his shirt, perched on the cold rock floor with only a pair of torn trousers. As Yuuta looks over at his companion, he swears he can see steam rising off Eren’s tanned skin. 

You just run too hot, Eren.

I’ll warm you. Eren replies with unspoken words.

Yuuta doesn’t shy away as Eren slips off the quilt, positioning himself so that Yuuta’s body can fit between his legs, and Yuuta’s back can rest against his chest. Eren is so tall now that he sits a whole head above Yuuta, Yuuta's body fitting right into Eren’s chest. Eren wraps his arms around Yuuta’s shoulders and brings him in close, placing a chaste kiss on his temple. Yuuta tenses up in his hold.

“What’s wrong, Yuu?” Eren asks, pulling away just enough to look at Yuuta’s face.

“I’m… still not used to this,” he says.

“But we do this all the time,” Eren replies, not understanding Yuuta’s reluctance. “I always hold you when you’re cold.”

“It’s not that… It’s just…” 

Yuuta turns his head just enough to look at Eren and immediately regrets it. His eyes trail down Eren’s neck to his bare chest, and as if he were a blushing maiden, his heart rate picks up and he’s forced to turn back to the fire to hide his shame. Your chest… It’s–

Perhaps Eren is just too honest, too literal with his words, but he can only laugh at Yuuta’s thoughts. “I always dress like this, Yuu.”

“That’s not–” Yuuta sighs before he can continue his words, his cheeks aflame. Eren does have a point, Yuuta admits regretfully. They’ve spent the better part of six years together, and most of that time has been spent with Eren’s chest bare. Yuuta had become immune to the sight after a while, but with the recent change in their relationship, it feels new to him all over again. Before, they were friends. And Yuuta could tolerate the closeness of a friend.

But now, ever since Yuuta kissed him that day, and the kisses that they’ve shared since, the times they reach out for each other with hesitant, innocent hands… 

Are they now… lovers?

To Eren, nothing has changed between him and Yuuta. He loves him now just as he had all this time. He, too, is often tentative with his touches, but not with his feelings. So he doesn’t pay a flustered Yuuta any mind. If anything, the dragon makes it worse: he places a kiss on the back of Yuuta’s nape. It causes Yuuta to gasp at the sensation, having never felt a kiss there before, Eren’s lips warm against Yuuta’s icy skin.

“Ren–”

“Hm?” Eren hums as his lips sear unseen marks into Yuuta’s skin. Eren tugs gently on Yuuta’s linen shirt, pulling it just off the shoulders, enough to kiss just above the collar bone. “Is this… not alright with you?”

“I-I–” Yuuta stammers as Eren’s warm hands leave his shoulders, warming his sides before playing with the bottom hem of his shirt. The fire in the hearth casts a gentle warmth across Yuuta’s skin, but that’s not enough to warm him, yet Eren’s hands as they dance over Yuuta’s clothes are enough to have him sweating. Yuuta doesn’t say a word, too embarrassed to vocalize what he wants. But as soon as Eren’s fingertips make contact with Yuuta’s skin at his hips, his thoughts are whisked into a flurry. Eren stops there, his hands hovering over Yuuta’s hips, waiting for permission. It’s granted by Yuuta’s unspoken words: Keep going.

As soon as he hears those words, Eren chuckles. “Your mind and your body disagree, Yuu.”

Yuuta can’t cover up his lie. Eren can reach into the deepest depths of his heart and listen in on all of Yuuta’s fears, insecurities, and most importantly, desires. His lips may bare falsehoods but his mind is always honest.

When Eren’s lips, and by association, his fangs graze over Yuuta’s bare shoulders, Yuuta freezes. Eren’s kisses by nature are hot, blazing desire and need, but just behind them lurks danger in the form of razor-sharp incisors that could drain Yuuta of his lifeblood and tear his flesh to shreds. Eren never has, but the danger that he could lurks ever present in his mind. And somehow the danger excites him.

Eren dips his head down, and using his tongue, traces the crests and dips of the bones that line Yuuta’s collar. The softest of whines leaves Yuuta’s lips, a sound that hits Eren like a punch to the gut. It’s sweeter than any berry or nectar could be, and Eren wishes to taste it on his tongue.

Again. Wanna hear that again. Eren thinks.

Yuuta exhales a breath he didn’t even realize he had been holding as Eren’s hands bunch up the fabric of Yuuta’s shirt at his sides.

Eren, are you sure you– Yuuta begins to ask, but Eren interrupts him.

Take it off. I’ll keep you warm.

Yuuta allows Eren to pull off the loose linen that covers his chest, raising his arms as Eren pulls it slowly over his head. When Yuuta’s bare back makes contact with Eren’s bare chest, it’s instantaneous, the way they wish to be closer than the barrier of skin allows. Yuuta melts into Eren’s chest as Eren turns Yuuta’s head to the side. Sapphire meets emerald through the slits of their lidded gazes.

“Can I kiss you?” Eren asks as his lips hover over Yuuta’s.

This time Yuuta’s lips tell the truth. “Yes.”

When Eren’s lips meet Yuuta’s for the first time that night, it isn’t the frantic kiss they shared as they taunted death with their freefall from the island’s cliffs. Nor is it the chaste, soft kisses they’ve shared in the nights since. This kiss is slow and deliberate, dripping with their desire. It’s unknown just how long they’d been waiting for such a release, yet Yuuta hums in contentment and Eren’s shoulders sag as they lean into each other for more. Eren’s free hand explores the gentle ridges of Yuuta’s smaller abdomen as they kiss, his touch like a flame licking at his skin. 

As Eren’s hand threads itself in Yuuta’s raven strands, Yuuta reaches for Eren’s neck, cradling Eren’s jaw with his fingers. Yuuta rewards Eren with another whimper as Eren’s tongue swipes over Yuuta’s lip, asking for more than just a simple taste. Eren finds himself lost in the depths of their kiss as they push and pull at each other, swallowing what small breaths they take, until suddenly Eren pushes just a bit too far.

A sharp pain registers in Yuuta’s body as Eren’s fangs marr the soft plush skin of his lips. 

“Ah,” Yuuta gasps as a cut on his lip bleeds, leaking blood. Eren tastes this same blood on his tongue, and it shocks him, quite literally. The sensation of Yuuta’s blood hitting his tongue feels reminiscent of the rush Eren gets when he hunts, his body overcome by waves of adrenaline that make his heart race and his limbs feel invigorated. All over a taste of blood?

“What’s this feeling?” Eren wonders. 

It is then that Yuuta looks up to Eren with a curious gaze. “What do you mean?”

“When your blood hit my tongue it felt… good.”

Yuuta’s lip drips deep red, deeper than the juice of the sour ānogar fruit. The blood stains his porcelain skin and his rosy pink lips with its bright color. Eren, hovering just over Yuuta’s lips, darts out his tongue for a second taste. He knows what blood should taste like, no stranger to the occasional bite or scratch on himself, but Yuuta’s blood to him tastes sweeter than any fruit and awakens his body like nothing else ever has. As Eren savors Yuuta’s blood, Yuuta’s palm cradling Eren’s face begins to glow. Eren pulls away just enough for him and Yuuta to look at each other in surprise as Yuuta holds his glowing mark between them. 

“What does this mean?” Yuuta wonders as his dragon mark glows brightly.

“Maybe it’s because I drank your blood?” Eren muses as his eyes return to Yuuta’s lips. With his thumb, he brushes over Yuuta’s broken skin which quickly begins to heal, and in his mind he apologizes for putting a blemish upon Yuuta’s perfect skin. I’m sorry, Yuu.

“It will heal,” Yuuta counters, forgiveness so easily given. Despite the scarlet that paints his cheeks, Yuuta speaks his heart’s desire, “I’m not made of glass, Ren… You can kiss me as hard as you want to.”

Eren can do nothing but oblige his prince’s wishes, kissing Yuuta once more even with his blood-stained lips. Eren can feel the high of his rider’s lifeblood strengthening his body and clouding his mind with waves of ecstasy as he plants the softest of kisses against Yuuta’s healing lips. Eren tentatively darts out his tongue, swiping over the last of the blood that stains his lover’s skin, and then pulls away, holding Yuuta’s flustered face by pinching his chin between two fingers. Eren finds himself grinning at the sight of Yuuta’s bashfulness–Yuuta exudes such innocence with his shy expressions and his stumbling words. It’s all the more endearing to him, like a gift meant to be slowly unwrapped and savored. To him, Yuuta is the greatest treasure to ever land upon his island, and he’s reminded of it each time he stares into his eyes that shine like crystals.

“You’re so pretty, Yuu,” Eren murmurs, his nose brushing against Yuuta’s. The heat of his breath fans over Yuuta’s lips, so hot Yuuta practically trembles in his arms. Eren’s hand around Yuuta’s waist tightens its hold, pulling him impossibly closer to his chest. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of looking at you.”

Yuuta’s fingertips brush over the iridescent scales that coat Eren’s cheeks, glimmering under the gentle light from the fire. Eren’s instinct is to let his eyes drift away in shame, wishing a beast such as he could be worthy of the prince that lays against his chest. But Yuuta’s palm on his cheek turns his face back to look at him, determined to communicate his feelings.

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful. Always. Those were my first words on this island, Ren. You’re beautiful.”

When Yuuta had awoken after Eren had saved his life, Eren hadn’t understood the two words Yuuta had spoken to him. But hearing them from Yuuta now, he knows it’s the truth. It makes his heart burst at the thought–perhaps Yuuta has loved him this whole time, exactly for who he is.

Eren crosses the short distance between their lips once more, kissing Yuuta as hard as Yuuta desired it, tongue darting in to ravage whatever sweetness could be found within his mouth. Yuuta lets a moan slip past his lips that Eren eagerly swallows as their tongues meet in the middle. Yuuta’s instinct is to restrain himself, but Eren wants all of him.

Don’t hold back, Yuu, Eren tells him, I love the sound of your voice.

Yuuta allows the front that he has so carefully put up over the years to slip. For so long he has denied his feelings of attraction to Eren–but Eren is so unabashed with his feelings, that Yuuta feels like he can bare his soul before him. Yuuta lets himself sigh and groan and whine–all the beautiful noises that Eren had wanted to hear–as Eren kisses him ardently and feverishly. Eren’s hand at his waist slips lower, and without thinking, Yuuta leans back against him, his legs pressed against Eren’s at his sides. As Eren’s fingers just barely graze Yuuta’s clothed thigh, Yuuta whimpers in his hold. Eren pulls away from Yuuta’s kiss to look down at his hand on Yuuta’s thigh, wondering if perhaps he had hurt Yuuta to cause such a sound. But instead, he sees just how needy their kisses have left the young prince, as evidenced by the print in his trousers.

Can I touch you? Eren asks, moving his hand to palm over him.

Yuuta audibly gasps at the sensation–even with his pants in the way, heat radiates from Eren’s fingertips, warming his sensitive and aching length. 

“Y-Yes,” Yuuta stutters as Eren’s hands come down to remove Yuuta’s pants. His hands are gentle yet hesitant, poised to stop at any hint of Yuuta’s protest. Yuuta simply rests against Eren’s broad chest, his hands perched on Eren’s thighs as he watches the movements of Eren’s hands. His thoughts are garbled with wants and pleas, asking Eren to keep going. Eren hooks his thumbs underneath the fabric at Yuuta’s hips, and slowly pushes down, his lips coming down to Yuuta’s shoulders to distract him. It is nothing Eren hasn’t seen before–they’ve gone to the lake and the rivers of the island to bathe, and they’ve swam in the ocean that neighbors their cave–but Eren can feel just how anxious Yuuta is to be together in this way, and he wants to do nothing but please his prince, so he moves as slowly as Yuuta’s nerves allow.

“Just look at me, Yuu,” Eren murmurs against his shoulder. Yuuta turns to his side, to focus on his handsome dragon, while Eren slips the prince’s pants down past his knees. Yuuta’s face is painted pink, like the cosmo flowers that live scattered on the island, yet his beauty outranks them by leagues. Once Yuuta gently kicks off the fabric, Eren pries his long legs apart, settling Yuuta’s thighs onto his own. He doesn’t touch him where he wants–not yet. Eren’s searing hands only rub up Yuuta’s supple thighs–they’re so soft, Eren marvels.

Eren finds himself an addict, turning to taste Yuuta’s lips once more. As he kisses him, his left hand settles onto Yuuta’s upper left thigh, digging softly into the skin. His right hand finally curls around Yuuta’s length, taking him into his palm. Yuuta practically jolts on contact, uttering a soft whine against the brunette’s lips. Their kiss ends yet Eren stays hovering above Yuuta’s lips, his eyes capturing and memorizing the sight before him: Yuuta with his face flushed, eyes peering up at him heavy with his desire, lips parted as they utter the sweet sounds Eren makes just by touching him. Eren had only ever dreamed that Yuuta would look at him this way.

Eren’s hand starts at the base of Yuuta’s cock, pulling upward until his thumb brushes over the tip. Pre-cum leaks out in droves as Eren’s fist repeats the motion, Yuuta’s need apparent not just in his groans but in the way his cock becomes quickly wet with arousal. Eren turns down to watch as he strokes Yuuta’s length, just slow enough to tease at impending pleasure.

“Ren, it–” Yuuta gasps as Eren’s thumb teases the slit at Yuuta’s sensitive head.

“Yeah?” Eren tears his eyes away from Yuuta’s flushed pink head to look at his prince, helplessly curled into his chest. Eren slows the movement of his hand.

“It feels good,” Yuuta replies, his voice breathy as he blinks up at Eren with dazed eyes. Eren resumes his movements, bringing his tanned fist down to the base and up to the tip once more. “Don’t–Don’t stop.”

The tiniest of smirks dons the dragon's lips before he takes Yuuta’s whimpers into his own mouth–tongue first, tasting the pleasure that bubbles up Yuuta’s throat. Eren strokes him faster as they kiss, and Yuuta’s legs begin to squirm. Eren uses his knees to hold his legs apart as he thinks, keep them open for me. He squeezes just a bit tighter around Yuuta’s length, a satisfied groan leaving his lips as he kisses Yuuta with fervor.

Ren, I’m–

Yuuta doesn’t finish his train of thought, too distracted by the coil that quickly winds up within his body. His hands hold onto Eren tighter as his body tenses up, overwhelmed with the pleasure he feels from Eren’s touch. Yuuta pulls away from Eren’s face, his lips painted glossy with the remnants of their messy kiss. His jaw drops as he leans his head back against the brunette, his eyes unfocused but trained on the rocky ceiling all the same. 

Yuuta gasps, the sound a short “Ah” leaving his lips. It’s the only warning he gives as he rewards Eren with his release, a sputtering of milky white that coats Eren’s hand and the thick hair that trails down his abdomen, dripping down onto his thighs and pooling on the hard floor beneath them. Yuuta immediately is filled with shame at the sight, as if it was a sin to feel such pleasure under Eren’s hand. He turns away, his skin as bright red as if he’d been running under the blistering sun, sweat coating his soft skin. Eren swears Yuuta has never looked more alluring than now, chest heaving and eyes still shot with bliss.

Curiosity takes hold of Eren’s mind, and wordlessly he brings his dampened fingers to his own lips to taste. Yuuta’s embarrassment only deepens when he sees Eren suck on his soiled fingertips, coating his tongue with Yuuta’s seed. Eren thinks nothing of it except that perhaps it’s a bit saltier than he expected. He turns to Yuuta and frowns at the prince’s abashed expression.

“Don’t be ashamed,” Eren says against his shoulder, so low it’s barely above a breath. But it’s warm and reassuring, the way his voice drips with affection. “There’s nothing to feel shame for, Yuu.”

 “B-But isn’t that… dirty?” He asks.

“Why would it be? It’s just a part of you, Yuuta. And I think all parts of you are beautiful.”

Yuuta’s filled to the brim and overwhelmed with emotion at the sound of Eren’s words. Just as Yuuta sees Eren–all of him–so does Eren see Yuuta, and their bond only strengthens with the affirmations of their feelings.

This time it is Yuuta who gathers the strength to initiate the kiss, turning around within Eren’s hold to pour his feelings into actions. His hands curl around Eren’s throat, just where his neck meets his shoulders, as he dips down to taste his dragon’s lips. 

Salty, Yuuta thinks, realizing that he is tasting himself on Eren’s tongue.

Eren smiles into the kiss. I thought so too.

As Yuuta whimpers against Eren’s searing hot tongue, he thinks, I want to taste you too.

This has Eren pulling away in surprise, his hands cupping Yuuta’s jaw. “Are you… Are you sure?”

Yuuta nods, “Yes, I… I want to.”

Despite his insistence, his fingers still tremble with nerves as they trail down Eren’s chest and settle at his pants. Yuuta’s eyes focus on his own hands, his mind fraught with his fears. What if I can’t do it right? What if I can’t do what he did, and it doesn’t feel good? What if—

“Yuu,” Eren says his name as softly as a calm breeze, and Yuuta’s body stills at the sound. He meets Eren’s gentle gaze, worry marring his features. “You couldn’t do anything wrong if you tried.”

Eren places Yuuta’s hand right onto the print in his pants, Yuuta’s fingers curling around his length. His eyes widen in surprise, but Eren simply says, “I already want you exactly the way you are, Yuu. Doesn’t matter what you do—it’ll be perfect.”

A deep blush paints Yuuta’s cheeks as he chews his bottom lip and nods. Just this look of Yuuta’s is enough to drive Eren insane, the way Yuuta looks so innocent as he sits on his heels and his hands reach out to release Eren’s cock from his pants. Eren leans back, enough for Yuuta to reach for the clasp in the waistband of Eren's trousers. When Eren’s pants are down to his mid-thigh, his cock is finally free from the confines of the fabric, and Yuuta’s surprised at the sheer size. Eren’s length is larger than his own, intimidating with its tanned, veiny shaft and its angry red mushroom head. He’s seen Eren nude over the years but never at full size.

“Eren, it’s—it’s really big,” Yuuta stutters.

“I thought I was of average size,”Eren retorts, reaching down to finish pulling off his trousers as Yuuta tries to overcome his shock. 

“For a dragon, maybe.”

“Or maybe humans are just small,” Eren snickers. 

“Hey, I am not small!” Yuuta protests, a pout on his lips as shame warms his cheeks for the hundredth time that night. 

Eren tosses aside his pants and finally, both he and Yuuta are bare before each other. Eren giggles as he pulls Yuuta closer, until Yuuta’s leaning into Eren and pressing into his chest once more. Yuuta, with his hands on Eren’s thighs for stability, looks up towards him and swears he’s never seen a prettier smile on Eren’s face.

“You’re cute when you’re like this, Yuu,” Eren teases, unable to hold back his grin. 

“I’m not cute, I’m a ma–mmph!” Yuuta’s words are cut off by a kiss from the brunette, complete with a playful swipe of his tongue on Yuuta’s bottom lip. Eren is rewarded with another soft whimper as Yuuta parts his lips for him, a sound that he’s learning to love wholeheartedly.

Yuuta learns a new sound from Eren too; as they kiss, Yuuta’s hand travels up Eren’s thigh, and a low groan, almost a growl, emanates from Eren’s throat as Yuuta’s palm just barely grazes Eren’s cock standing at attention between their bodies. Eren’s breath hitches as Yuuta takes Eren’s length into his hand, curling his fingers around the thick shaft. Yuuta knows his hands are smaller than the dragon’s before him, but he doesn’t expect them to be so small he can’t wrap his hands around him. The tips of his fingers can’t reach his palm, nor does his hand even cover half his length. His dragon is well-endowed and the sight, once they break their kiss and Yuuta looks down–unnerves him.

You can just do what I did, Yuu. Just move it– Eren begins to speak in his mind, but he’s cut off by the sight of Yuuta crawling down lower and lower down his body, Eren’s cock in hand, until he’s looking up at Eren from behind his dark lashes with those pretty blue eyes the color of the sky.

I want to do this, Ren, Yuuta thinks as he darts out his tongue. He licks at Eren’s glistening tip like a kitten laps at a bowl, eyes never leaving Eren’s. Yuuta doesn’t even try, but Eren finds him the most alluring thing he’s ever seen. Eren reaches a hand down to brush away the shoulder-length hair that frames Yuuta’s face, giving him a better look at the flush that paints his cheeks. Yuuta’s eyes are swimming with the lust he feels growing like a rabid animal in his core–despite his bashfulness, looking up at Eren he sees that with which he desires in its entirety. He wants to watch Eren, ever so cocky and composed, come apart.

What Yuuta doesn’t know is just how easy that is.

As Yuuta wraps his lips around Eren’s tip, Eren gathers Yuuta’s hair within his fist, right at Yuuta’s nape. Eren groans as he feels Yuuta’s tongue lap at his slit, tasting the pearlescent liquid that bubbles out with each squeeze of his fist. Yuuta does as Eren did, dragging his fist from the base to the tip, and each stroke rewards him with more of Eren’s pre-cum onto his tongue.

You’re salty too, Yuuta remarks, his lips curling up just slightly into a grin against Eren’s shaft.

“Do you… not like it?” Eren asks hesitantly. Yuuta thinks it’s cute that for once Eren is the one blushing, a slight tint cast over the tips of his ears and the heights of his cheeks. Yuuta doesn’t dare take his eyes off Eren for a moment, despite how flustered he himself feels.

No… I want more, Yuuta silently tells him, dipping his head lower. Eren groans as Yuuta takes the entirety of his sensitive mushroom head into his mouth, Yuuta’s tongue flicking over the underside. Just the sensation of Yuuta’s mouth, hot and wet with his saliva, wrapped around Eren’s tip, it feels good–insanely good. Yuuta looks up to Eren’s expressions to see what it is he likes, to get a feel for what to do to please him. As he strokes the shaft and tongues over the tip, he gets the idea to suck on it, hollowing his cheeks, and that–well, that has the dragon’s mind spinning.

Do that again. Eren doesn’t mean to, but his grip on Yuuta’s hair gets tighter as he lets his head roll back on his shoulders. Please, that–that felt so good.

Yuuta obliges, his curled fist traveling up and down the length of Eren’s cock while his mouth is sucking once more on the tip. Drool dribbles down his chin as the air around them is filled with the lewd sounds that come from Yuuta’s actions and–even louder–Eren’s breathy moans. Yuuta’s half-lidded sapphires begin to water as he tries to take more of Eren’s length into his mouth, but still, he keeps them trained on Eren’s face. Eren looks up at the rocky ceiling, its surface painted a dark hazy orange color that reflects the soft light of the fire, his thoughts just in absolute disarray: feels so good, Yuu–again, again. 

Eren can feel it in the pit of his stomach, the way his body tightens up, close to the edge. Yuuta moans against Eren’s cock, sending vibrations up his length that bring chills to Eren’s spine. He knows he’s close, so he allows himself to look down again at Yuuta. Their gazes meet: Yuuta, with his flustered, drool and tear-stained face, yet brows furrowed in determination, and Eren, with his face painted scarlet and coated thinly with sweat, his lips parted in bliss. It only takes a short time of looking at Yuuta, the innocent prince on his knees and serving him in such a lewd way, for Eren to find his release. 

Yuuta, pull off, I’m–

No.

Just a simple word but it sounds almost commanding in his mind as Yuuta sucks him that much harder, determined to have Eren hit his climax just like this, just by his mouth. Eren, using Yuuta’s hair balled in his fist as reigns, keeps Yuuta still as he spills himself into his mouth, a low groan leaving his throat as his chest heaves. Eren’s never felt it hit him that hard before, and Yuuta’s surprised as the hot, thick liquid coats his tongue and spills down his throat. He swallows and swallows and still more comes. Then, Eren releases his hold on his nape. Yuuta pulls away gasping for air, a thick string of Eren’s seed connecting Yuuta’s tongue to his tip. Eren’s release drips down from Yuuta’s mouth and down his chin, and Eren reaches up to wipe it away with a soft chuckle, despite his ragged breaths. Yuuta’s face is flushed and his body feels so hot, but he looks at Eren with the most bashful smile, a mixture of embarrassment but pride in himself for making Eren feel good.

That was… okay? Yuuta asks as he pants for air, his fist still curled around Eren’s softening cock.

Eren sits up and pulls Yuuta close to his chest for a searing kiss, not caring at all for whose cum paints whose lips. He can feel Yuuta’s smile against his own, and he doesn’t think his heart has ever felt so full.

“That was more than okay,” Eren says verbally when he pulls away. He pats down the mess that he had made of Yuuta’s locks, his palms settling at either side of Yuuta’s neck. Yuuta holds onto Eren’s shoulders, blinking back at him with that innocent look that resides in those pretty blue eyes. Eren finds himself so beyond infatuated with the prince before him, his body a mess made by their own design. 

Eren expects them to rest now and attempts to pull Yuuta closer to his chest, as he had promised to warm him during the chilly night. But Yuuta’s palms hold Eren’s shoulders steady. Eren lifts a brow, sending the other male a questioning gaze.

“Eren…” Yuuta murmurs his name as he looks up at the brunette.

“Yes?” Eren replies, brushing Yuuta’s hair behind his ear.

“Can we… Can we do that again?” Yuuta asks, his face turning a shade redder.

Eren chuckles as he kisses his prince’s pouting lips once more.

We can do that as many times as you want, Yuu.

***

If there is one thing that has always been true about Yuuta, it’s that he’s sensitive to the cold. Even on some summer nights, when Eren swears he’s sweating enough to fill a lake, Yuuta will find a quilt or a thick pelt from Eren’s stash of ‘treasures’ and wraps himself in it to stop his shivering. Sure, the days in the sweltering sun in Valyria are unbearably hot, but the nights early in the season are the complete opposite, sending Yuuta’s body into confusion over what to feel.

And this confusion, especially now as the season changes on the island, sends Yuuta’s body into disarray, rendering him sick with a cold.

 “I’m back,” Eren announces as he steps inside the cave, carrying a set of waterskins and a bag with food at his side. He’d left in the morning, taking the journey alone to the nearby river to refill their supply of water, and to grab a few other items too, things that he thought would make Yuuta feel better. It isn’t the first time this has happened, but each time Yuuta gets sick Eren feels a sense of responsibility for it. If the island’s weather wasn’t so mercurial, perhaps Yuuta wouldn’t be so afflicted each time the change of seasons came around. 

“Ren?” Yuuta manages to croak out, his voice garbled with his sickness, as he peeks out from below the blanket he shrouds himself in. From the looks of it, he must’ve been asleep while Eren was gone. He brings a fist up to rub the sleep from his eyes, yawning lazily.

He looks adorable, Eren thinks. Obviously, Yuuta is too weak to put up any kind of mental block, and at the sound of Eren’s words, he pouts as he blinks his eyes open, jutting out his bottom lip–displaying either annoyance or bashfulness, perhaps a mixture of both.

Yuuta sits up from the ground, and he looks so tired that Eren feels bad for waking him. His eyes are dark with exhaustion, his hair sticking out in every direction, messed due to his tossing and turning. Although the dragon magic they share has the ability to heal, it can’t heal a bodily affliction like this–the cold that rakes Yuuta’s body is something he must fight on his own.

Eren sits down beside him, crossing his legs and placing the spoils of his journey onto his own lap. “I brought you water and berries–I know how much you love those,” he adds with a smile, taking a couple of blue-green berries out of his knapsack.

Yuuta returns his smile half-heartedly, taking the berries into his own hand. He brings them close to his face, but before he can bring them past his lips, he turns his face away to cough into his arm. Eren frowns, hearing the throaty sounds as Yuuta struggles to clear his lungs. Are humans really this delicate?

“You sound worse than yesterday,” Eren laments, holding out one of the water-filled sacks.

“I’m fine,” Yuuta replies. “It’s always–” his voice is reduced to a thin whisper before he clears his throat again. “It’s always like this during this time of year, Ren.”

“Have you been able to eat anything while I was gone?” Eren asks this, recalling that Yuuta hasn’t been able to keep down anything but water since the previous morning. 

Yuuta simply shakes his head, looking less like the full-grown prince that he is, and more like the small child Eren met at the edge of the island's shores so many years ago; just as innocent and just as fragile.

“I’ll make you something then,” Eren says, determination taking over his features, while a look of surprise, and even a bit of fear, takes over Yuuta’s. “My mother used to make a special meal during the rainy months. She said it would boost our spirits.”

“N-No, Ren I’m fine,” Yuuta manages to croak out in protest. Eren is great at a lot of things, but cooking is not one of them.

“It won’t take long. Just rest, I’ll take care of it.” Eren leans close, placing a chaste kiss upon Yuuta’s lips. 

Yuuta frowns as he turns an even deeper flushed shade of pink, most definitely not caused by his cold. This time his porcelain skin is flushed even to his ears. “Don’t do that, you’ll get sick.”

“I don’t care.” As if to make a point, Eren does it again, holding Yuuta close by placing his palm at the base of Yuuta’s neck. Yuuta whimpers against his lips, his free hand coming to Eren’s clothed chest and balling a fist of his thin shirt. Despite his sickness, Yuuta’s persuaded so easily by the heat of Eren’s kiss, closing his eyes to concentrate on savoring the taste. Just as Yuuta begins to part his lips, suddenly Eren pulls just millimeters away, leaving the prince confused.

“I thought you didn’t want me to kiss you,” Eren teases.

Yuuta casts his gaze away, feeling a wave of embarrassment crash over him from just how easily he folded into that kiss. Eren holds his face still, simpering at the reaction he pulls out of Yuuta.

“I’m just… looking out for you. I don’t want you to catch my cold,” Yuuta mutters, both of them knowing that that’s quite the pathetic excuse. Eren hasn’t ever gotten sick in the six years they’ve been together.

But Eren grins, pressing his lips to Yuuta’s sweaty temple. “Of course you are.”

After he pulls away, he sets down the water onto the ground, just as Yuuta pops a berry past his lips. The sweet taste lifts his spirits–and Eren’s glad that it made Yuuta feel even the smallest bit better.

“I’m going to make something for you,” Eren says, standing onto his two feet.

“Are you sure you won’t make me even sicker?”

Eren pouts as Yuuta stifles a laugh with a cough. “My cooking isn’t that terrible.”

Yuuta watches for a moment while Eren begins to walk back and forth across their space, gathering his ingredients for whatever concoction he is about to prepare. Then Yuuta lays back down against the bedding on the ground, chuckling as he thinks, But even Vhagar won’t touch your scraps.

“I heard that.”

With a smile, Yuuta slips back to sleep, too sick to weather staying up much longer. Eren glances occasionally over at him, fondness softening his eyes and prompting his own smile each time. He uses the utensils he’d found in chests that Yuuta had taught him some years ago were for cooking–definitely not made for his head–notably, a metal pot and a spoon. He combines the water with the ingredients he has on hand: some meat, some plant roots, and some wild herbs his mother had taught him about so long ago, in hopes that it would help heal his fragile prince.

“It’s ready,” Eren announces sometime later, as he takes his place back beside Yuuta. At this point, Yuuta’s awake again, though groggy with exhaustion as his body fights his cold. He stares at the steaming pot that Eren holds by the handle, uncertainty in his stare.

Yuuta reaches for the spoon with a shaky hand but Eren pulls it away. “Open.”

Yuuta immediately turns flustered. “I can–I can feed myself.”

“Your hand’s shaking,” Eren says, tilting down his chin to point at Yuuta’s outstretched hand. “You’re weak now, Yuu.” Eren takes a spoonful of the broth and brings it closer to Yuuta’s face. “Besides, even if you could… I want to do it.”

With tongue in cheek, Yuuta looks away, unable to meet Eren’s stare. But he allows it, parting his lips to let Eren feed him despite his bashfulness. The warm broth hits his tongue and, surprisingly, it’s actually edible–which is a feat, considering all the times that Eren has cooked before. It’s a strange mixture of spice and floral, but it isn’t bad. He swallows it, feeling warmth spread both in his chest and across his cheeks. Eren pulls the spoon away and holds it in the air between them, an uncharacteristic seriousness on his face.

“I really tried this time,” Eren says earnestly as he places the pot on the ground. He brings his hand to the back of his nape once it’s free, scratching it nervously. “I hope it’s okay.”

“It’s good,” Yuuta manages to croak out, his face the prettiest shade of pink.

At this, Eren’s lips curl into a boyish smile, the tips of his fangs poking just out from beneath his lip. It reminds Yuuta of days past, when Eren was just a child beside him–and not the towering, masculine hybrid that he has grown into. “I’m glad.” 

“T-Thank you… for caring for me.” Yuuta’s voice is softer, sheepish as he looks up at Eren, sniffling to contain his stuffy nose. “You don’t have to go this far.”

“Yuuta.” Despite how trivial it is to talk about him doing something as simple as making a broth, Eren takes it as seriously as if it were a life-altering vow. “I would do anything for you, you know that. Even if it means having to do things I’m not good at.”

As simple as they sound, Yuuta knows Eren means those words wholeheartedly. Admittedly, Eren’s unabashed feelings for him make his heart race within his weary chest, affection blooming below his ribs. Eren simply looks down towards the pot, readying his hand to feed Yuuta again. This time when Eren feeds Yuuta another spoonful, Yuuta accepts it just a bit more confidently, blinking back at Eren with just a trace of a smile.

So cute, Eren can’t help but think, seeing his prince like this–sweet, soft, and vulnerable. Yuuta hears his thoughts and flusters all over again.

“Don’t tease me,” Yuuta mutters, though with the tone of his voice it sounds like he doesn’t mind it.

“I wasn’t teasing you. I was being honest,” Eren replies, setting the spoon down into the pot again. A bit of the broth remains at the corner of Yuuta’s lips and before Yuuta can reach up to wipe it away, Eren leans in close. He adds, “If I really wanted to tease you, it would be like this.”

Yuuta’s eyes widen as Eren kisses the corner of his lips, poking his tongue out to lick away the trace of the broth. He chuckles as Yuuta freezes, cheeks turning scarlet as Eren’s lips warm his skin. Eren taunts him, kissing just the edge of his mouth, before murmuring, “I think you’d call that teasing, wouldn’t you?”

“E-Eren,” Yuuta practically yelps, his breath hitching in his raspy throat. “ ‘s too much.”

“Just a demonstration,” Eren giggles, pulling away. His thumb brushes over Yuuta’s lips, wet with their kiss. “You’re so adorable like this, Yuuta.” 

“I hope you catch cold,” Yuuta pouts. 

Eren just continues to laugh, his irises sparkling like gems in the sunlight. “And then you get to care for me like this? I’d love that.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Yuuta says, the last syllable of the words cut off by Eren’s kiss. But despite his protests, he accepts it with a smile. He lets Eren continue to feed him, no matter how childish it seems, because the smile that paints Eren’s features is probably the most beautiful thing Yuuta has ever seen–and he would never want to be the one to wipe it away.

“You’re shivering,” Eren remarks, noticing Yuuta’s trembling shoulders.

“I’m fine,” Yuuta turns away to cough again, clearing his throat. 

“Move over, I’ll lay beside you.”

“B-But–”

“No ‘but’s,” Eren says it with such conviction that there’s no arguing with him. They both know the other person is quite stubborn, but especially when it comes to cuddling–Eren never takes no for an answer. He sets aside the food and moves to lay beside Yuuta, extending his arms and creating a warm cage just for him. Yuuta’s face heats up at the gesture, but at the same time, it’s something they’ve done so often–even before their relationship became romantic in nature–that Eren’s arms feel familiar to him. Like home.

“Your skin, it’s so cold, Yuu,” Eren murmurs once Yuuta settles within Eren’s embrace. 

“I always am,” Yuuta replies, resting his head upon Eren’s bicep. Eren reaches towards Yuuta’s face with his hands, first pushing away his fringe, before brushing over his cheeks with his fingers. He smiles with a fondness that makes his eyes sparkle even in the dimness of the cave.

“It’s okay. I’ll always be here to be your warmth. So just rest, okay?” Eren presses his lips to Yuuta’s forehead, damp with sweat as he fights off his illness. Eren doesn’t mind though, he never would when it comes to Yuuta. Yuuta simply nods at his words, nuzzling against Eren’s palm. 

“Thanks, Ren,” Yuuta replies, sealing his thank you with a kiss on Eren’s palm. Eren’s chest warms at the gesture. Yuuta’s eyes flutter closed and Eren can’t help but stare, transfixed by his prince’s beauty even as he drifts off to sleep. It isn’t until Eren’s sure that Yuuta’s asleep, listening for his deep and steady breathing, and watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, that Eren brushes the back of his hand over Yuuta’s cheeks, feeling his soft porcelain skin. His eyes rake over Yuuta’s face, memorizing every feature. When Yuuta’s awake, Eren’s always sure to filter his thoughts–but now, as he watches Yuuta rest, he lets himself think the words that the two of them have still been too hesitant to voice aloud:

I love you, Yuuta.

***

Yuuta stares up into the blue sky above, the earth warm despite the soft blanket of puffy white clouds that block most of the harsh sun. It’s an absolutely beautiful day, the island nice and dry after the past months of rain have finally ceased. Yuuta lies against the grass, surrounded by wildflowers and Valyrian fruits alike, dressed in his linen shirt and a simple set of dark trousers, his arms crossed behind his head serving as a makeshift pillow. Even Vhagar, the recent addition to their home, chirps in contentment as the bird rests on a nearby rock. Despite Eren’s many threats to eat it, the bird still lives, following Yuuta around like he’s its mother.

You’ve gotten really good at this, Yuuta says in his mind–not to himself, but to the dragon that soars in the sky. He follows Eren’s movements with his vision, watching as Eren dashes across the clearing and even does a flip or two, showing off the fruit of his labors. Ever since they discovered that Eren can indeed change into a dragon, Eren has spent nearly every day working on his flying to the point of exhaustion. While at first there was a lot of falling, crash landing, and Eren collapsing with fatigue, several months of practice have built up both his skills and his stamina, now to the point that he can fly pretty well, and for much longer periods of time. 

It’s harder than it looks, Eren replies as he swoops down into the clearing, his talons digging deep into the earth and his large wings beating at his sides as they slow his descent. His massive body barely manages to land without breaking any trees (a miracle, knowing Eren’s usual landings). Once the black-scaled dragon is completely on the ground, he changes back to his human form, tall and muscular with a wild mane of hair, completely nude. Yuuta sits up on the ground and cups his fingers over his eyes as Eren approaches, holding out a set of clothes for his companion with his arm that doesn’t shield his eyes.

Eren chuckles at Yuuta’s bashfulness. “What? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

Yuuta’s cheeks turn a twinge of pink, like the flowers that surround them in this grassy clearing. He stutters out, “J-Just get dressed, idiot.”

Instead of grabbing the clothes from Yuuta’s outstretched hand, Eren wraps his fingers around Yuuta’s wrist, pulling the shorter male off the ground. Yuuta stumbles over his feet at the sudden movement, dropping Eren’s clothes onto the ground, and his hand that was covering his eyes clamps onto Eren’s shoulder for stability.

“Ren!” He gasps as he steadies himself, “What are you–”

Eren steals a kiss before Yuuta can even finish his words–a habit the dragon has picked up whenever he wishes to interrupt Yuuta’s protests. Yuuta, with eyes blown wide in surprise, can feel the tufts of warm air against his skin as Eren chuckles during their kiss. It’s when he pulls away that Yuuta’s curious sapphires meet Eren’s gleaming emeralds, shining with his devotion but swirling with just a hint of mischievousness. A look that is very squarely Eren.

“I have an idea,” Eren says, a crooked smile plastered on his lips, complete with his fangs poking out from his lips. 

“Should I be concerned?” Yuuta retorts with a grin, despite himself.

“Okay, I know I know,” his voice tilts down, a soft sigh leaving his lips. “I know my ideas aren’t usually the best.” He can’t help but giggle when Yuuta quirks an eyebrow in judgment. “But this will be fun. Please.”

“I fear what you’re about to ask me.”

Before Yuuta gets the chance to hear Eren’s thoughts, Eren clamps his palms down onto Yuuta’s shoulders, asking him with the most pleading face he can muster, “Ride with me this time?”

“What?”

Eren grimaces as the playful tone of Yuuta’s voice completely disappears. He holds his palms up in front of his chest, hoping to damper the next words he speaks. “You just have to see what it’s like up there. I’d love to show you, Yuu. The clouds, the trees, the island–it’s beautiful from up in the sky, I promise.”

“We can’t,” Yuuta protests immediately, his hands coming to his sides.

“Why not?”

“What if it drains the rest of your magic? What if we just fall right out of the sky? You’ve already flown once today.”

Eren shrugs. “I feel fine.”

“What if you lose control and I fall off?”

“I won’t, I’ve gotten better with my flying.”

“What if we crash into the trees and we get hurt? Ren, it’s dangerous and–”

Eren once again steals a kiss from his prince’s soft lips, a quick peck but still enough to have Yuuta losing his train of thought, his words dying upon Eren’s lips.

“I swear I won’t let anything happen to you,” Eren says earnestly once he pulls away, the mirth fading from his voice. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course. With my life,” Yuuta says immediately, without a second thought.

Eren smiles down at him, a thumb coming up to brush his cheek. “Me too.” 

Eren begins to back away, creating some distance between him and Yuuta. Yuuta averts his gaze, deciding to focus on anything but the naked hybrid in front of him.

“I’m going to change back, you hop on, okay?” Eren calls out, a hand cupped around his lips to project his voice. Yuuta nervously nods. Every scenario in his mind of how this will play out ends in failure.

We’ll be fine, Eren’s voice says in Yuuta’s mind as Yuuta’s palm begins to glow, signaling Eren’s transformation. 

Yuuta takes a deep breath and decides to believe him, approaching Eren’s large bestial form. The dragon shakes his head and huffs out a puff of steam, the force of it enough to send the grass in the field below swaying as if the Earth itself had pushed the blades with a strong gust of scorching wind. Eren’s large wings beat once in the air before settling at his sides, black and red standing out against the soft blue and greens of the landscape that surrounds them. 

Eren turns impatient as Yuuta stands still in fear, a bellowing sound that could only be described as a groan leaving the dragon’s snout. Hurry up, Yuu.

“I’m coming.” Yuuta crosses the remaining distance between them and grabs onto Eren’s tough scales, hoisting himself up onto the dragon’s back. “So impatient,” Yuuta grumbles under his breath as he settles down, gripping tightly to the spikes that line Eren’s back, his knees digging into the dragon’s body. To his chagrin, he can practically hear Eren chuckling in his mind.

Are you ready now, my prince?

It’s funny that Yuuta had heard that title all his life, from every servant who worked in the palace, to his relatives, to the various diplomats from the other five kingdoms, and everyone else in between. They had all called him such platitudes including my prince, my lord, your royal highness, even. But the way Eren would say those titles somehow always felt like something more, the words heavy with that tilt in his voice that always sounded playful and teasing. As much as he tries to deny it, each time Yuuta hears it, whether spoken aloud or in his mind, it sends heat to his cheeks and butterflies to his chest. How something as simple as a title had come to have such an effect on him, he doesn’t understand. But even now, the fear that had shaken his body at the thought of soaring into the air dulls to a simmer as Eren’s voice, as smooth as honey, leaves him simpering.

I don’t think I’ll ever be… but let’s do this.

Yuuta underestimates just how much the strength difference is between him and the dragon, immediately clutching for dear life as Eren’s body crouches down in preparation for takeoff. Even that simple movement has his fingers gripping tighter to Eren’s spikes and his feet digging further into his leathery back. Before Yuuta can even vocalize a single word, Eren’s talons dig into the earth, using his feet as a springboard to push off into the air.

 Hold onto me, Eren says in his mind as he beats his wings, rising above the clearing and into the sky. Yuuta wanted to reply with a snarky ‘easier said than done’ but as Eren climbs quickly into the sky, the air whips around Yuuta’s body, and Yuuta can’t even think, too focused on resisting each lurch of his body. Yuuta squeezes his eyes as the dragon ascends, his arms gripping tightly onto Eren’s neck. He hears the steady beating of the dragon’s wings, but he doesn’t dare peek, afraid of what he might see. It’s not until he feels the dragon’s body level and fly straight, instead of upwards, that he feels just a tad bit safer, the dragon slicing through the soft clouds with no resistance at all.

Yuu, are you okay? Eren finally asks as he slows down to a cruising speed.

Yuuta grips tighter onto Eren’s neck and nods, despite the way his stomach does somersaults within his belly. He finally opens one of his eyes, and the sight before him stuns him completely.

They are flying high above the earth, cutting through the wispy clouds, and the island below them looks so small in comparison. The rivers and lakes of Valyria look like nothing but lines and vague circles, the trees but dots among the greens and yellows of the forests and the sandy coasts. The ocean is a great expanse of blue, the waters as calm as the clear sky.

“It’s beautiful up here,” Yuuta marvels, his fear quickly turning to amazement. 

Yuuta could feel the joy in Eren’s aura, radiating off of him in waves. I feel so free when I’m up here, it’s like nothing else.

Despite the urge to vomit his breakfast, Yuuta finds himself relaxing against Eren’s back, his eyes taking in every bit of the sights before them. 

The legends used to say that Rhaenys and Balerion could become one when they flew. I don’t know if it will work but… we can try? Eren asks.

“How will you do that?” Yuuta practically yells back at him, the wind whipping his hair in his face.

Just relax.

Yuuta doesn’t understand. At least, not until he feels something prodding at his mind and his body, like a force that’s trying to pull him out of himself. Yuuta’s instinct is to fight this sensation, his body almost feeling like it isn’t his own.

What is this?

It’s just me, Yuu.

Yuuta then allows this force to control him, and his own vision begins to blur. Just as the dragon’s eyes glow bright green, with dark slits in the middle reminiscent of a snake’s pupils, so do Yuuta’s. He can no longer see through his own eyes, but through Eren’s. He can see the sky and the trees before them as Eren’s body dips lower, the blues and yellows looking brighter and saturated through the eyes of the dragon, with the greens of the trees turning pale. Yuuta finds that he can’t move his body, simply gripping tight onto the dragon’s neck.

What is going on, Eren? My vision, it’s–

It worked! Eren replies, their mental connection growing stronger with each dip of Eren’s body and flap of his wings. Yuuta can feel it all, as if Eren’s body is an extension of his own, feeling every beat of his wings and every swing of his tail. When Eren dips down suddenly, taking a nose dive down towards the ocean, Yuuta no longer feels afraid. Every movement of Eren’s body feels like they are both in control of it, the rush of their flight sending adrenaline through their veins. Eren tilts back up into the clouds and they both laugh, as if they are no longer treading death, instead just simply enjoying the thrill. Eren opens up his wings as they chop through a puffy cloud, Yuuta feeling as if he were the one with wings. They slow down their movements until they are cruising again, this time closer to the ground.

Wow, Yuuta gapes. Their connection begins to split as his vision grows hazy. Yuuta blinks a few times as he can once again feel his own limbs, clutching tighter onto the dragon’s back. It takes a minute for Yuuta’s body to regain a hold on itself, his heart racing in his chest, but once he does he dons a smile. That was amazing, Ren!

I’m glad you enjoy this as much as I do, Eren says, his body tilting downwards as he angles his body and turns back towards the clearing. He begins to feel heavy, his wings dragging, and he already knows that this means he’s growing tired. He swiftly dives down with Yuuta clutching tightly onto his spikes, opening his wings to slow his descent. 

Once he does land on his four feet, he tries for a gentle landing, though it’s not perfect, lurching Yuuta against his back–he still, even after months of practice, is not the best at landing. Yet even with their rough end to their flight, Yuuta didn’t feel afraid–a grin still paints his face even when they land and Yuuta slides off the dragon’s back to the ground.

“Eren! That was–that was amazing!”

Eren’s dragon form changes as soon as Yuuta creates some distance between them, Yuuta standing on his shaky legs as he gets used to being on land again. Eren lays against the grass in the clearing, completely nude, eyes blown wide and staring at the puffy white clouds that float in the sky, remembering the feeling of them whipping around their bodies moments ago. Eren sits up, a weary smile on his face, and Yuuta kneels in front of him, his palms coming to Eren’s cheeks.

“Ren, are you okay?” He asks, brushing away the tendrils of hair that twist around Eren’s face. Eren brings his hands up to wrap around Yuuta’s wrists, and looks at him with those same big eyes that were just staring at the sky.

“I’m starving,” he says with a smile. “All that flying made me hungry.”

“You would be thinking about food at a time like this,” Yuuta rolls his eyes but smiles all the same. 

“Will you fly with me again?” Eren asks, holding Yuuta close by the wrists. “You didn’t seem afraid.”

“I was afraid, at first. But seeing the world from up there, from your eyes–it’s wonderful. Whatever fear I was feeling was gone by the end.”

“I told you it would be fun,” Eren beams up at Yuuta. If there’s anything about Eren that is so infectious it practically gnaws at your chest, it’s his smile. 

“We can fly again,” Yuuta agrees to Eren’s previous question. How can he deny Eren’s earnest smile? “As often as you want to.”

Before Yuuta can pull away, Eren pulls him close to his chest. He takes in a deep breath, Yuuta’s earthy and calming scent filling his senses, before relaxing against the smaller male. Yuuta thinks to push Eren away–he’s big, sweaty, and naked, a recipe for disaster–but Eren’s words stop him before he can resist Eren’s embrace.

“I’m so happy, Yuu.” Eren digs his burning face into the crevice of Yuuta’s neck, his loose hair spilling around his flaming cheeks and ears like a curtain.

Yuuta pats his head with one of his palms, surprised. “Why are you saying that so suddenly?”

“I didn’t want to believe it was real,” Eren starts, his words muffled into Yuuta’s shoulder. But Yuuta can hear the words ringing as clear as if Eren were speaking them in his mind. “But we really must be bonded like Balerion and Rhaenys. When we flew together, I felt it. Like we were united somehow. When you said those years ago that fate brought us together–I think this is proof, Yuuta.”

“Eren, that’s–”

“I know what you’re gonna say,” Eren turns his head, lying his ear against Yuuta’s shoulder, so his words are no longer muffled. “But it doesn’t matter if my life is linked to yours. Because even without the bond, it is. I once hated being dragonblood, I thought it was a curse. My blood is the reason Valyria fell. I didn’t think I could be happy again after what happened to Valyria, but now I’ve learned to love this island and love being a dragon. All because you’re here, Yuu.”

In the back of his mind, the thought of Eren’s life being linked to his own scares him. But Yuuta returns his embrace nonetheless, Eren’s words warming his chest and making his heart feel like it would burst, shoving the negative thoughts away. Ever since their first kiss that day when Eren had turned into a dragon for the first time, Eren has been so sincere and genuine with his feelings, easily reminding Yuuta at every opportunity just how much he cares for him. It’s almost overwhelming, to feel the weight of his feelings at every turn. But Yuuta, despite his constant bashfulness, deep down feels the same. It’s why the bond they share frightens him so much–he has come to love Eren so ardently that the thought of taking Eren with him to the grave feels so utterly vile.

He almost vocalizes it too, all of his feelings–his wants, his fears–pulling away from their embrace and staring directly up at Eren’s shining emeralds. The depths of his feelings sit perched on his tongue, a profession of love desperate to be set free. “Eren, I–”

His words are cut short as Eren’s stomach growls with hunger pangs. The two stare at each other, gazes unblinking, before bursting into a fit of giggles. “I did say I was hungry, Yuu,” Eren retorts, his words punctuated by his chuckling.

“Okay, let’s head back,” Yuuta says, standing from their position. “We still have some boar meat back at the cave.” Eren’s eyes widen and his lips curl up in what can only be described as boyish excitement, practically salivating at the thought. 

Yuuta crosses the short distance in the clearing towards Eren’s clothes on the ground and Eren follows closely behind, quickly putting on his trousers and his loose shirt once Yuuta hands them to him. He dresses even quicker than usual, the thought of food on his mind.

“Were you going to say something before?” Eren asks after throwing on his shirt, pulling his long hair out and over his back. Yuuta has been absolutely silent and after straightening his clothes, Eren blinks up at the shorter male curiously, not a hint of recognition on his features. He must not know at all what it was that Yuuta was about to say.

Yuuta stifles his thoughts as best he can, his gaze focused on the landscape behind Eren to distract himself. 

“It wasn’t anything important,” he replies after a bout of silence. Eren takes his place beside him, taking his smaller hand within his own and interlacing their fingers. With a soft smile, Yuuta adds, “Let’s go home, Ren.”

***

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I N T R O D U C T I O N

Hi, I’m a God damn disaster, how are you?

Part-time human and queen of escapism.

This blog features NSFW content unsuitable for minors

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Note: I have a lot of memory issues and my health is not great at the moment, so please bear with me—ty 🫶🏻

Side Blogs: @queenofescapism & @wolf-eateress

Writing Status: Mostly rping & editing old pieces

Name: Alyssa

Nicknames: Lys, Lyssa, Alys, Wolfsong

Age: 30

Gender: ♀

Pronouns: She/her

Orientation: Fictosexual

Status: Betrothed to Touya & Jamie Fraser & Zade Meadows

Time Zone: EST

Profession: Smut connoisseur

Zodiac: Stubborn ass sea-goat ♑︎

Religious Affiliation: Solitary Pagan Witch

Hobbies: Reading, writing, role-playing, daydreaming, mermaiding, crafting, drawing, cosplaying, binge watching movies and shows, playing video games, mindlessly scrolling TikTok, paranormal investigation, making graphics

Likes: Anime/manga (favs further down), angst, smut, horror, psychology, ASMR, mermaids, vampires, werewolves, being creative, being a recluse, most animals (especially wolves), witchy shit, being in nature, gardening, stimming to my fav songs, adventure & arcade fighting games

Dislikes: Most social situations. I will not tolerate any form of racism, discrimination, bigotry, sexism, etc. Fuck off.

Style: Lazy goth/emo

Pets: 1 Maine Coon (Finn), 1 Munchkin (Fae)

Fav Pokémon:

F A V A N I M E & M A N G A

Most of the content you’ll find on this blog:

• Angels of Death

• Banana Fish

• Beastars

• Betrayal Knows My Name

• Black Butler

• Bleach

• Blue Exorcist

• Citrus

• Claymore

• DRAMAtical Murder

• Death Note

• Devil's Line

• Diabolik Lovers

• Dusk Maiden of Amnesia

• Fruits Basket

• Fullmetal Alchemist

• Hamtaro

• Hell’s Paradise

• High School DxD

• Highschool of the Dead

• Inuyasha

• Jujutsu Kaisen

• Kamisama Kiss

• Maid Sama

• Mushishi

• My Hero Academia

• NANA

• Naruto

• Noragami

• OHSHC

• Pokémon

• Psycho-Pass

• Recovery Of An MMO Junkie

• Rosario Vampire

• Sailor Moon

• Sasaki and Miyano

• Seraph of the End

• Snow White with the Red Hair

• Soul Eater

• Spice and Wolf

• The Ancient Magus Bride

• The Case Study of Vanitas

• The Prince of Tennis

• Tokyo Ghoul

• Trigun Stampede

• Trinity Blood

• Vampire Knight

• Violet Evergarden

• Witchblade

• Wolf's Rain

• Wotakoi: Love Is Hard for Otaku

• Zatch Bell!

F A V C H A R R I E S & S H I P S

F A V A N I M E M O V I E S

• Howl's Moving Castle

• Into the Forest of Firefly Lights

• Naruto the Movie: Ninja Clash in the Land of Snow

• Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind

• Psycho-Pass: The Movie

• Kiki's Delivery Service

• My Neighbor Totoro

• Princess Mononoke

• Spirited Away

• Wolf Children

• Ponyo

Dividers: @elfbar-baby, @firefly-graphics, @lalunanne, me

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dark content

imagine boyf!yuuji pampering you and paying for you to get your nails done.

yellow? cute, pretty around his thick cock.

acrylics? nice for scratching his hair, belly, that thick vein that ruins under his shaft.

gel toes? fuck babe, you know he loves a foot job.

the second he picks you up from the nail shop, he's pulling your palms onto his lap, moaning at the pretty pinks and shapes.

you're just too pretty not to dress up.

he'd love how you would tease him; lightly dragging the point of your nail across his face or his tummy veins.

you'd make this boy cream his pants, all over some flimsy little nails.

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The Offering - A Sukuna x Reader Fic Part 2

Once upon a time, Sukuna was a human man, albeit a monstrously cruel and powerful one. Villages across the land worshipped him as a living deity. One such village holds a festival for seven nights in his honor every year, and on each night they make generous offerings to him, including women who are never seen again. On the fifth night, you are selected to be the offering. 

Read Part One Here

This will be three parts! If you’d like to be tagged when I post another part, comment to let me know. You must have your age in your bio or pinned post and be 18+ to be tagged.  

Smut. 18+. Sukuna is a human (my theory is that he got his four-armed body by modifying himself with jujutsu fuckery later in life). Dubcon. Mentions of rape that happened “off screen”. Very rough sex. Blood. Sukuna just generally being a sadistic monster. F!Reader. This part is dark and quite intense!

You didn’t know how much time had passed when one of the shrine maidens woke you up by gently shaking your shoulder. You found yourself in Sukuna’s bed, a sheet draped over you. When you tried to sit up, your entire body was wracked with pain. You gave yourself a moment to adjust, then slowly sat up again with the shrine maiden’s help. 

“Lord Sukuna has demanded your presence,” she said. “I know you must be sore but you mustn’t keep him waiting.”

Looking down, you saw countless purple bruises covering your skin, especially on your thighs and breasts. Pulling the sheet away from your nude body, you saw a frighteningly large bloodstain beneath you. It seemed to have dried overnight, so you assumed the bleeding had stopped.

With the older woman’s help, you stood on trembling legs and pulled the sheer robe back on. There was a deep, throbbing ache between your thighs, but you’d honestly expected it to be worse. 

The two of you made your way back toward the front area of the shrine, where the dais had been, but before reaching it the woman led you to a different room toward the left side of the building. In it, you found another bath filled with steaming water and cherry blossoms. The other two shrine maidens were waiting inside, and they gently removed the robe from your body. 

“Lord Sukuna has already bathed here this morning. He instructed us to bathe you here as well.”

You looked at the water and felt a familiar heat in your body that had nothing to do with the steam. This was the same water Lord Sukuna had just been bathing in? And now you were going to use it? There was something strangely intimate about this situation. You tried to keep yourself calm as you stepped into the water, wincing as it touched your sore and injured parts. As you sank down into the water’s warmth, you felt your body relaxing slightly. 

When the bath was finished, the shrine maidens helped you climb out and dry off, then they dressed you in a fresh but equally sheer white robe. 

You looked at the woman who had spoken to you the day before and asked, “When will he kill me?”

You’d thought it would be last night, but were surprised to wake up this morning. Did he usually kill the offerings the next day?

The woman hesitated, then said very quietly, “You are the first offering to survive the night you were brought in.” She looked at the other two as if to see if they approved of her speaking to you. When neither of them attempted to silence her, she added, “Lord Sukuna has told us not to bring a new woman tonight. You are the offering again.”

Two feelings hit you simultaneously: horror at the thought of being there for another day and night, at all the ways he could hurt you in that time, and relief that your death had likely been delayed until at least the end of the night. 

The women offered no more information, silently leading you through the shrine again, this time to the front, where the dais was. When you neared it, you noticed the shrine maidens lowering their heads, so you did the same, careful not to look up as you moved around the dais to stand in front of it. In unison, the shrine maidens bowed low to the ground, and you quickly dropped down as well, ignoring the pain shooting through your body as you did so. 

You heard Sukuna’s silky voice say, “Leave us.”

The three women got to their feet and left through the shrine’s front doors. Suddenly you were alone with him again, and your heart began pounding rapidly. 

“You can stop bowing,” he said with a casual tone. 

You looked up to see him sitting on a pillow on the dais. There was a low table in front of him with several plates and bowls, and in the center, the large basket of fruits you had personally arranged the day before. 

He motioned for you to come to him, and as you carefully stood up and approached, he spoke again. 

“The shrine maidens brought this offering this morning. I don’t usually accept them during the day, but they told me something interesting. Apparently this was offered by your family.”

You looked at the basket when you reached the edge of the dais, and you felt tears beginning to well up in your eyes. Your parents must have been told that you were still alive, and this was probably their way of trying to send you a message of comfort or encouragement. 

Sukuna watched your emotional reaction with absolutely no visible emotion of his own. “You recognize it?”

You nodded, wiping your eyes. “I arranged the fruits myself,” you told him. 

He reached over and pulled a pomegranate from the basket. “Shall we try them?”

You blinked in surprise. His tone was so much softer today. “Can I?” you asked, wanting to be sure to have his permission. 

“Come, sit,” he said, patting his lap with his free hand. 

You paused for a moment, staring at his spread open thighs, his ankles crossed under each other. Again, that heat in your core began to spread and intensify. He patted his lap again, and you stepped onto the dais beside him, then eased yourself down onto one of his legs. You instantly felt the warmth of his firm body against yours, and you knew your face must have been getting red again. 

He held the pomegranate in his hand and squeezed, his unnatural strength crushing the outer layer and allowing the juicy seeds to pop free. He reached around you, using his free hand to scoop up a few seeds and put them in his mouth. You watched with parted lips and pounding heart as he licked his fingers clean before scooping up more seeds. You thought he would put them in your mouth this time, but again he put them in his own. 

A trail of juice dripped down his lips, and he used his thumb to catch it, then licked his hand again. You were in his lap, getting a close up view of his every action, and you thought you might simply burst. You could feel dampness growing between your legs, and you hoped he couldn’t feel it through both your robes. You squirmed slightly and his eyes sharply shifted to your face. Then he grinned. 

“You must be so thirsty. With all the screaming and crying you did last night, your throat must be positively raw.”

It was raw, and dry. You hadn’t been given anything to eat or drink since coming to the shrine. You stared longingly at the shiny, dripping pomegranate seeds scooped into his long fingers. He brought them up, but bypassed your mouth and pressed them into his again, making a show of licking his fingers, allowing a string of his saliva to dangle from them. 

Then, suddenly, he pressed two of those fingers into your mouth. You were surprised, but your tongue automatically licked the fingers, swirling around the digits, tasting his saliva and the faint hint of pomegranate juice. Without realizing it, you had leaned slightly forward as he pushed the fingers in and out of your open mouth, grazing your lips and playing with your needy tongue. 

His other hand snaked around your body and slipped under the front of your robe, groping your still bruised breast. He watched you desperately sucking his fingers and said, “Did you really think a pitiful girl like you deserved to partake of my offerings?”

You tried to shake your head no, but his wet fingers slid out of your mouth and held your face still while he pinched your nipple beneath your robe, causing you to whimper. “You can partake, but only in one way,” he said, then lightly pushed you off his lap. You ended up sitting on the dais in front of him, the table pushed a couple of feet away now. 

Sukuna pulled one knee up, causing his robe to spread open and reveal his already hard cock. You stared at it, shocked by its size now that you could see it in the brighter lighting of this room. Had that thing really been inside you last night? No wonder it hurt. 

While you watched, somewhat dazed, Sukuna reached over and pulled a peach from the table. He held it in front of him and squeezed, letting the plentiful juices drizzle over his cock. He grinned at you and said, “Now, you can partake.”

Your breaths became quicker as you looked at the glistening peach juice, at the huge erection practically in your face. But you didn’t hesitate for long. You crawled closer and bent your head toward him, extending your tongue and lapping up the peach juice dripping from his tip. It was delicious. 

You ran your tongue all over it, then took it into your mouth to suck any remnants of juice off his flesh. 

Sukuna stared down at you without emotion, then suddenly smirked. He grabbed an apple and bit into it, his too-sharp teeth crunching the fruit with ease. “If you can’t make me cum by the time I finish eating this apple, I’ll punish you.”

With that, he took another bite. 

You glanced up at him in disbelief. You’d never pleasured a man before in your life, and now you had to do it within a time limit? He swallowed the bite of apple in his mouth and took another. “Better hurry,” he said with a malicious smile. 

With a spike of alarm, you quickly wrapped your lips around him again, licking and sucking and trying to figure out what felt good for him. None of your movements seemed to get any sort of reaction, and every couple minutes you heard him take another bite, loudly, as if to make you aware of the countdown. 

Finally you decided to just give up trying to find some perfect maneuver that would please him and focus on what you wanted to do. You wanted him in your mouth. You wanted to touch him, taste him, and so you slowed down, running your tongue over his length with reverence. You took as much of him as you could fit into your mouth, licking every inch and savoring the taste of him. Your eyes slid closed as you buried your moist tongue into his tip, digging out the fluids that were beginning to leak out. 

After a while, you realized you hadn’t heard him take another bite, so you looked up. You found him watching you, the half eaten apple sitting in his hand as if he’d forgotten he was supposed to be tormenting you. Then his eyes met yours, he smirked, and took an especially large bite. 

You didn’t let that distract you from your task. You continued treating his cock like it was your favorite meal and you were starving for it, like you were blessed just to have it in your mouth. You squeezed your thighs together, but you could still feel your own arousal dripping down your legs. You let yourself get lost in your own desire, your own pleasure, as you lovingly sucked him off. 

You don’t know how many minutes, or bites, passed before you felt him stiffen in your mouth. You knew he was close, but in the next moment, you saw him sit the now bare apple core on the floor beside you. 

“Too slow,” he said in that voice that drove you mad. 

You suddenly felt a stab of panic, and started to pull away from him, but his hand was immediately in your hair, gripping it painfully as he shoved himself all the way to the back of your throat and a burst of cum filled your mouth. 

“Don’t swallow yet,” he told you, looking down at you with a cold expression, “and don’t dare let any spill.”

You tried to do as he commanded even as more cum shot into your mouth, coating every inch. There was so much that it felt like your cheeks were stretching. You breathed through your nose, struggling to keep the cum from sliding down your throat or spilling out. 

When he’d finished, he slowly pulled his cock from your full mouth and said, “Show me.”

You tilted your head up toward him and carefully opened your trembling lips, slightly extending your tongue so that he could see all the cum pooled there. 

He smiled and said, “Ahh, a woman always looks best when her mouth is full of my cum.”

If you were dripping wet before, now you were positively soaked. 

“You can swallow now,” he told you, and watched as you did so. For a few moments after, you panted to regain your breath. Then you felt him lay his hand gently on your head in a surprisingly affectionate gesture as he said, “Good girl.”

His voice was so sweet, his words so arousing, you thought you might cum without even being touched. You could feel a pool of your own fluids gathering beneath you on the dais. When you moved, he would definitely see it. You reddened at the thought, but you couldn’t stop a weak smile from spreading across your lips as his fingers softly rubbed themselves into your hair. 

“Unfortunately,” he said as he continued to stroke your head, “you didn’t make me cum before I finished the apple.”

All at once his hand was gripping your arm and jerking you to your feet as if you were a doll. You cried out, your body still extremely sore from the night before, but he ignored you. With one savage motion he ripped the thin robe off you and tossed it on the floor. Then he turned you to face the low table full of plates and fruits, and threw you face down across it. You screamed when you felt the plates cracking under your chest and stomach, jagged edges beginning to poke into your bruised and tender skin. 

Behind you, Sukuna was on his knees, lifting your hips up and pulling your legs apart. 

“W-wait, please! Lord Sukuna! I’m still-“

You were going to say you were still wounded from last night, but the sentence died in your throat when you felt his cock shove inside your sensitive, not yet healed pussy. It hurt so bad it nearly took your breath away, despite being so wet, despite wanting him to fuck you again, but only after you had completely healed. But the worst was yet to come. 

When he began his brutal thrusts, your body scraped across the broken plates, slicing your flesh. You stifled a scream by biting your own hand, and went limp in his grasp, his strong hands gripping your waist to hold you steady. Tears sprung from your eyes, and you quietly whimpered as your body was thoroughly used. 

You felt him lean over you, the silk of his robe and the firmness of his torso pressing against your back, and then his mouth was at your ear, his maddeningly smooth voice whispering to you, “Don’t hold back your screams. I already told you, I’ll allow it. Make noise for me.”

You moved your hand from your mouth and let the sobs and cries rise freely into the room. Then you were crying out words: “Lord Sukuna, it hurts! It hurts it hurts it hurts!”

Your face was pressed to the table, so you couldn’t see his expression, but you were certain he was grinning. You could hear the pleasure in his voice when he asked, “What hurts?”

“Th-the plates are… cutting me!” You gasped out the words between whimpers. 

“Oh? Anything else? Don’t hold back.” His amused tone made your tears fall harder. 

“You! You’re… hurting me!”

“Which part of me is hurting you? Be specific.”

You sobbed again, trying to form words but struggling to focus on anything besides the rough cock pounding into you. With great effort, you managed to cry out, “Your… cock.. is hurting me!”

He leaned over you again and said in a low and sultry voice, “Tell me how it feels. Tell me how it hurts.”

You were struck again by how needlessly cruel he was, how much he was enjoying your agony. You knew you had to answer him, so you forced the words out of your mouth. “Feels like… you’re ripping me open!”

He was still leaned over, his toned chest grazing your bare back as he kept thrusting. Then another whisper in your ear: “And which is hurting you most? The broken plates, or my cock?”

Your mind was turning to mush. The pain, the feeling of wetness under you as your blood mixed with sticky fruit juices and your own arousal, Sukuna’s sensuous voice in your ear, it was all too much. “You… you hurt me the most,” you said weakly, losing all strength. 

If Sukuna replied, you didn’t hear it. Instead he gave one more incredibly deep thrust, burying himself inside you, and came. After he pulled out, he rolled you onto your back and looked down at you, his eyes raking over your cut up skin and then settling on your face. 

*******

Sukuna looked over the broken offering sprawled on his table and wondered, not for the first time, why other people had to be so weak. She’d been reduced to a bloody, crying mess by a good fucking and a few broken plates. Pathetic. 

The cuts on the front of her body were shallow, barely deep enough to draw blood. They wouldn’t even leave scars. They probably did hurt though. 

He stood over her, and she looked up at him with those glazed eyes, wet from crying, her prone, naked body quivering. “What? Not satisfied?” he asked. “After I gave you so much of my cum?”

That’s when he remembered that she hadn’t yet had an orgasm today. No matter, he didn’t care about pleasuring women. Only his own pleasure mattered. 

He started to walk away, but a memory from the night before blossomed in his mind: those desperate little moans, which had a strange musical quality, that she’d made when he was stimulating her. He wanted to hear them again. 

He got back down on his knees next to the table, and the girl shuddered and tried to scoot away, but she was too hurt or too weak to move far. He reached one hand down and touched her stomach, running his fingers along a cut there. She whimpered, and though her pitiful cries were indeed arousing to him, he wanted to hear her moans of pleasure now. 

Sukuna lowered his head and ran his tongue along the bloody cuts. The girl stiffened and went completely still. Her blood was delicious, so much that he was tempted to devour her raw in that moment, but he had more self control than that. He reached one hand down between her sticky thighs and used two fingers to rub her clit, enjoying the way she gasped and arched her back. 

“Ah… ahhh… Lord Sukuna…”

There they were, those little sounds that had haunted his ears since last night. He continued licking her wounds, running his tongue over one supple breast and taking the nipple into his mouth. With a gentleness that shocked even himself, his fingers massaged her clit. He could feel his cum and her blood oozing out around his hand. 

He looked down at her face and saw that her eyes were closed. Her face was tinted pink, and those lilting moans were escaping her lips. 

“Open your eyes,” he whispered. “Look at me.” He was well aware of the effect his voice could have on people if he wanted it to, and he’d certainly noticed the effect it had on her specifically. 

She opened her eyes and met his gaze, and he stared at her while listening to her shuddering, blissful voice. “Why are you always dripping wet whenever you’re near me?” he asked in a soft tone. “You can’t be the village whore. You were a virgin last night.”

The girl shook her head. “I-I don’t know. I just.. ahhh… feel like I’m…. ah… being pulled to you… ahhhhh!”

He applied slightly more pressure with his fingers while licking her other nipple, savoring the delectable taste of her blood tinged with sweet fruit juices. 

Her body suddenly went taut, her hips rising off the table and her weak little hands gripping his arm. “Ahhh! Ahhhhhh!”

She climaxed, clutching him like she’d done before. Sukuna had killed many a woman for merely touching him without his explicit permission, but for reasons he couldn’t explain, he didn’t mind these soft, tender arms around him. 

Once it was over, she passed out again. He chuckled to himself. “Such a pitiful little thing.”

He watched her bruised chest rise and fall with her breaths for a moment before standing and removing his own robe. He wrapped it around her unconscious form and carried her to his bed, where he laid her on top of the covers. 

He summoned a shrine maiden, who had no reaction to finding him standing in his room completely nude. With her eyes downcast, maybe she didn’t even notice. 

“Bandage her wounds,” he said. “They’re not serious but I don’t want her to bleed when I’m not around to watch. When she wakes, give her whatever she wants to eat or drink. She’ll need to build her strength up for tonight.”

With his orders given, he went to find another robe and relax until nightfall, thinking to himself that he couldn’t wait to hear his offering scream again.  

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The Offering - A Sukuna x Reader Fic Part 5 (Final)

Once upon a time, Sukuna was a human man, albeit a monstrously cruel and powerful one. Villages across the land worshipped him as a living deity. One such village holds a festival for seven nights in his honor every year, and on each night they make generous offerings to him, including women who are never seen again. On the fifth night, you are selected to be the offering. 

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Feedback of any kind is greatly appreciated! If anyone has any comments, questions, etc, please feel free to say so! I love talking about my stories lol. Thanks to everyone who has followed this story this far!

Smut. 18+. Sukuna is a human (my theory is that he got his four-armed body by modifying himself with jujutsu fuckery later in life). Dubcon. Mentions of rape that happened “off screen”. Very rough sex my. Blood. Bondage. Biting. Sukuna just generally being a sadistic monster. F!Reader. This is dark and quite intense! 

Late in the evening of your last night as Sukuna’s offering, he summoned you to the bedroom. You wore the pink robe he’d given you and the shrine maidens had perfumed your hair and lightly painted your lips with a pink glossy color. When you walked into the bedroom, alone, you found Sukuna standing beside the bed, his own robe tied so loosely that the front of it was open down to his waist. His bare torso, with its toned muscles and black tattoos, made your breath hitch.  

“Take off the robe,” he said in that voice that made you melt, “unless you want it to be ruined.”

You slipped it off, still feeling a bit shy about being naked in front of him. He had already seen everything, but you always felt so… inadequate. He was perfect in every way, and you were just a normal woman. But you were getting a bit more used to his eyes roaming over your body, so you folded the robe and laid it on the dresser, then turned to face him. 

He gestured toward the bed, and your eyes shifted over to it. You immediately noticed something that hadn’t been there before. From each of the two wooden posts at the head of the bed, there were thin red ropes attached. You stared at them, wondering about their purpose, until a terrible thought entered your mind. 

You looked at his face, and he was grinning. That’s when your fears were confirmed. 

He stepped closer and placed his hands on your shoulders, slowly sliding them down until they reached your wrists. “Get on the bed so we can start,” he said, rubbing your wrists gently. 

You felt panic rising in your body. What did he plan to do to you that would require him to tie you to the bed? But you couldn’t refuse him, no matter what he asked of you, so you climbed onto the bed and laid on your back. 

Sukuna climbed onto the bed after you, straddling you with his knees on either side of your body. He looked down at you, and his heated gaze caused the growing wetness between your legs to drip out of your folds. You tried to remain perfectly still as he pulled your right arm up above your head and tied the red rope tightly around your wrist, so tightly that the rope rubbed your skin in an unpleasant way. He then tied your left wrist in the same fashion. 

When finished, he stared down at you. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like being completely helpless to my whims and desires?” He hovered over you, his loose robe sliding against your bare skin. “Are you excited, or frightened, by what I might do to you?”

Looking up at him, it was obvious what he was doing. The way he loomed over you, the way his robe fell open, the way he looked at you… he was intentionally turning you on. Your heart was beating rapidly, making your chest rise and fall with your quickening breaths. “Both,” you said in a weak voice. 

He moved down, making sure his body rubbed against yours on the way, and spread your legs with his hands, positioning himself between them. He leaned down so that his face was very close to your soaking wet pussy and used his fingers to open your folds. “Already so wet for me,” he said. Then he moved his fingers around, rubbing everywhere except your clit. 

“You want me to touch it, don’t you?” he asked, his finger moving dangerously close to that hypersensitive bundle of nerves. “This poor little neglected clit. It’s desperate for my attention, isn’t it?”

Your body arched up slightly, trying to get his finger closer to the bullseye. “Yes, please!”

He grinned widely. “Alright. I’ll be merciful and pleasure your clit all night,” he said, making you sigh in contentment, but then he added another comment that made your blood run cold: “But if you cum without my permission, I’ll hurt you.”

You raised your head up from the pillow slightly to look at him with your panic-stricken face. “W-wait!”

He leaned down suddenly and ran his tongue over your clit. The pleasure shot through you like lightning, your hips bucking off the bed as you moaned. “Please wait, Lord Sukuna,” you said, tears filling your eyes. 

He looked up at you, that smug expression on his face. “Beg me to let you cum, and I might show mercy.” With that, he used his thumb to rub over the tender nub, then licked it again. 

You squirmed and whimpered beneath him, completely defenseless with your arms tied above your head. “Please… please let me cum, Lord Sukuna!”

He looked you in the eyes as his thumb kept rubbing over your clit. “Denied,” he said, and you let out a half moan, half sob, your body jerking and thrashing. 

“Please, I beg of you! I can’t bear it!” Your voice was higher than usual, your cries frantic. “Please… please…”

He used his tongue again, the tip of it teasing your clit and even pressing under the hood. 

Your arms pulled against the ropes, burning your wrists. Tears were streaming down your face. “Please, Lord Sukuna… I’ll do anything… just please let me cum!”

“Denied,” he said again, before giving one more long lick and finishing off by wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. 

The pleasure was too much. An orgasm rocked your body, making you clench up and cry out. Sukuna raised up to watch you, but his thumb kept stroking your engorged clit mercilessly even as you rode out your climax. 

“You came without my permission,” he said in a low voice. “What a bad girl.”

You were sobbing now. “I’m sorry, my Lord.  Please forgive me!”

His thumb was still rubbing you, and you could already feel the pleasure building. “Now I have to hurt you,” he said, his voice pure silk, “to show you what happens to those who disobey me.”

As you watched with teary eyes, he lifted one of your legs up, bending it at the knee. He pressed his mouth against the plush flesh of your inner thigh and gave it a small kiss before running his tongue over it. Then, while looking straight at your terrified face, he opened his mouth and sank his unnaturally sharp teeth into your thigh. 

Your body jolted, reflexively trying to pull your leg out of his grasp as blood began to weep from the bite and into his mouth. It hurt, badly, his teeth feeling like knives cutting into your skin. You cried out in pain, again pulling against the ropes in a futile attempt to free yourself. 

But perhaps worst of all was that his thumb never stopped rubbing your clit, and now you were on the verge of cumming again. 

He slowly pulled his mouth away, licking up the blood dripping from the red bite mark and giving you the most seductive look you’d ever seen, smiling against your fresh wound. Then, within seconds, his tongue was lapping at your clit again. It was even more sensitive than before, and your whole body was shaking. 

There was a tremor to your voice as you cried out for mercy. “Ahhh… please… allow me to cum….ahhhh!!”

He raised his face to look at you, letting his fingers take over for his tongue. They stroked your nub as he said, “Denied. You’ve already disobeyed me once. Why should I reward you?” The purr of his voice against your spread open pussy nearly sent you into orbit. 

“Please forgive me… ahh… Lord Sukuna! Forgive your pitiful offering… ahhh… for cumming!”

He smiled again as he dove back in, not giving you even a moment of relief. His tongue and lips and fingers were all working together to stimulate you, and before long, another climax hit your body like a boulder. You screamed out, pulling tightly against the ropes, your hips rising and inadvertently pressing up into Sukuna’s mouth, making the pleasure even more intense. 

He stroked your clit through your orgasm again, sending currents of pleasure rippling through you and causing your body to spasm in the bed. Your face was soaked with tears as you looked at him. “Please forgive me…” you murmured weakly. 

He pulled away from you and moved up toward the head of the bed, making sure his bare, muscled torso rubbed across your prone body as he did so. Once he was face to face with you, he licked your lips, then licked tears from your cheek, then moved his mouth to the underside of your exhausted right arm. He held it tightly in one hand and licked the flesh there. You shook your head. “Please… don’t!”

His lips curled back into a smile, showing you his teeth, before he bit into the soft, tender skin. Again, pain flooded your senses. He licked and sucked at the wound, his mouth making obscene sounds right above your head, his body pressed against yours. He was deliberately choosing the most sensitive places to bite, to inflict the most agony. You whimpered and shut your eyes, trying to block it out. 

Then he moved back down, and his fingers were holding your flesh so widely open that it hurt, and his tongue was alternating between battering your now sore clit and gently licking it. Sobs shook you as you kept crying. “Please… please…” was all you could say. 

“Please what? You have to tell me what you want of me,” he said. 

“Please… allow me to cum… Sukuna…”

He stopped for a moment, and your eyes snapped open. You’d called him Sukuna, not Lord Sukuna. You glanced down, afraid to see the anger on his face at this show of disrespect. With you so weak and vulnerable right now, the punishment could easily finish you off. 

But he was just staring at your face, seemingly in wonder. He gave you a strange, unreadable look, then returned to torturing your clit with overwhelming pleasure. You didn’t even have the strength left to jerk and squirm, so your body simply twitched under his hands and mouth as you begged him to let you cum. 

He continued to deny you, and when you climaxed a third time, you laid there under him, panting, pleading for forgiveness in a small voice.  

He moved up your body again, and this time he extended his tongue to lick one nipple before wrapping his lips around it. You looked down in disbelief, then shook your head frantically again. “Please, no!”

Another smile crept over his features as he turned his face toward yours. “What was it you told me in the bath earlier?”

Your eyes widened, then slammed shut again. 

His voice drifted up to your ears. “Tell me again, and I might have pity on you.”

“Please don’t make me say it, Lord Sukuna,” you whimpered, trying to turn your face away. 

“Oh? Why not? Was it a lie?”

You opened your eyes and looked at his face. “No! It wasn’t a lie! It’s just…”

He took your nipple into his mouth again, licking it gently. “Just what?” 

“Ahh… it’s just… I know a pitiful offering like me… isn’t allowed to love you… my Lord…”

He pulled himself up so that he could say into your ear, “Just for tonight, I’ll allow it. Now say it again if you want my mercy.”

You looked at him in shock, but he was already sliding back down, his mouth encasing your breast. 

“Lord Sukuna, I love you!”

Just then, you felt his teeth on your nipple, and they bit down slowly. He didn’t bite as deeply as he had on your thigh and arm, but he broke the skin, allowing blood to dribble onto his waiting tongue. It hurt, probably even more than the other bites because it was in such a delicate place, and you screamed as his teeth sank just a tiny bit deeper. He licked the blood off and pulled away, then moved back down. 

His thumb was already rubbing your clit again, but now his hot mouth was on it again, and you thought you might just die right there. “I love you,” you said in a breathy voice, then repeated it like a mantra. “I love you. I love you. I love you!”

Having his tongue running over your clit while you poured out your feelings so shamefully made your head swim. You could only lie there helplessly as he did whatever he pleased with your body. You were still crying as you made a final plea, “Please let me cum… I love you so much…”

That’s when you suddenly felt his teeth graze over your clit, and all at once your tired, aching body was on full alert. You looked down in horror, shaking your head, but he just grinned up at you and said, “You have my permission to cum.”

It was like a dam broke. You sobbed out a moan as you finally let all the heavenly sensations you’d been trying to block out wash over you. He continued licking and rubbing with his fingers until you were nothing more than a quivering piece of flesh underneath him. 

When it was over, your body went limp, and you laid there breathing hard as he leaned over you, watching. He remained there for a little while, then stood up and turned away from the bed. Was this it? Was this the end? You couldn’t bear it. 

*******

Sukuna tightened his robe as he glanced back at the offering still tied to his bed. Looking over her weak little body, all splayed out, and the red, bloody bite marks he’d left on her, made it even harder to ignore the pulsing erection he’d had since he first bound her wrists with the rope. But he didn’t mind taking care of it himself. He’d decided to let the night end on her pleasure instead of his own. 

It was the least he could do for her, considering what he planned to do to her. 

As he started to walk away, he heard her soft voice say, “Lord Sukuna… could I make a final request, before you kill me?”

He looked back at her. She’d slipped and called him only by his name once, leaving him slightly annoyed that she had immediately went back to using “Lord”. He rather liked the way his name had sounded being moaned from her lips, even though he had beheaded at least three people for being so disrespectful in the past. 

His eyes met hers and he asked quietly, “What is your request?”

Her face was red from blushing so much, but she held his gaze without looking away. “I want you inside me again, one more time.”

He hadn’t expected that, and he must have been wearing a surprised expression, because the offering averted her eyes and said, “Please?”

Sukuna stepped back over and sat on the edge of the bed beside her naked body. “I thought you wanted me to be gentle today,” he said in an uncharacteristically kind tone. “If I fuck you now, I won’t hold back. I won’t be able to. I’ll be rough with you, I’ll hurt you. I’ll fuck you as hard as I can, because anything less would leave me unsatisfied.”

Her eyes looked like they were made of glass as she stared up at him. “I don’t mind. You can hurt me.”

His cock was throbbing between his thighs, but he kept himself under control. “Be careful when you say things like that,” he told her, wanting nothing more than to mount her right there and then. “You’re making it hard for me to contain the monster you know I am.”

She arched her back, lifting her hips from the bed as she moaned, “Lord Sukuna, please… take me… hurt me… cum inside me again.”

The last of his self control evaporated into thin air. His robe was ripped open and discarded, then he climbed onto the offering and pushed her legs up, letting them rest on his shoulders as he rammed his entire cock inside her drenched pussy. She cried out, from pain or pleasure, he couldn’t tell, but her face looked blissful as he pounded into her. 

Every other time, Sukuna had maintained some level of control. He hadn’t wanted to wreck her so quickly, but now that control was gone. With her writhing beneath him, her arms still tied to the posts, her eyes wet with tears and her body rising up to rub against his, he surrendered completely to his desire to be buried as deeply inside her warm, wet pussy as possible. 

He fucked her like an animal, harder and deeper than he’d ever fucked anyone before. He could feel his cock slamming against her cervix, bruising and battering it as her whole body jerked with his violent thrusts. The whole time, she was murmuring something between her moans and cries. A word he couldn’t hear clearly enough. 

One of his hands groped at her breast, and he realized too late that it was the one with the bloody, bitten nipple. She winced and shuddered, still mumbling that unknown word, and he quickly switched to the other breast. As an apology, he took the injured nipple into his warm mouth and licked it gently, still thrusting into her with deep, powerful motions. 

She jerked against the ropes again, and he remembered that she liked to wrap her arms around him while being fucked into oblivion, so he reached up and ripped the ropes free of the posts. Her arms, no doubt sore and tired, encircled his neck and clung to him. She buried her wet, tear-stained face into his shoulder, and that’s when he finally identified the word she’d been uttering all along. 

His name. Only his name. 

Her voice was unsteady, her body shaking with sobs, and she continued clutching him while crying out his name. 

She must have been in pain, but she never once asked him to stop or even slow down. She accepted his violence, his brutality, deep into her delicate form. 

“I love you more than anything, Sukuna…”

He heard the words but didn’t acknowledge them, only continued fucking her wildly. He didn’t know if he loved her. He didn’t know if he was capable of love. What he felt for her was contradictory and confusing. He wanted to hurt her, he wanted to hold her. He wanted to give her more rich, beautiful robes to wear and watch her smile as she tried them on. He wanted to use his cursed technique to inflict a thousand tiny cuts all over her body, then lick the blood from all of them. He wanted to share more meals and baths with her. He wanted to string her up from the ceiling by her arms and relentlessly fuck her until the only word she was capable of saying was his name. He wanted to go to sleep with her in his arms. 

He simply wanted more of her, in every way possible. 

She clenched tightly around him every time his tip rammed into that sweet spot that made her moan. Soon she was screaming out his name as she came for the fifth time that night. 

Her ragged breathing and trembling body pushed him over the edge, and he drew back onto his knees, pulling her with him, letting her legs slide off his shoulders and wrap tightly around his waist. His mouth crashed into hers as he squeezed her against him as hard as he could, finally cumming deep inside of her. 

They stayed entangled that way for a while, even after the last of his cum had shot into her womb, wrapped in each other’s arms, theirs tongue mingling together. When he broke the kiss, he looked down at her face. She was more lovely then than she’d ever been, her face flushed, her lips parted, his own saliva and hers all over her mouth, her eyes glazed over as she stared up at him lovingly. 

“You can kill me now, Lord Sukuna,” she said, looking into his eyes. “I can die happy, being so full of you.”

He was still completely buried inside her. He didn’t want to pull out, but the night wouldn’t last forever, and there was still much to be done. He lifted her off him, and her body was limp, too exhausted to move. He laid her back on the bed and stood up. She was watching him, trying to stay conscious, but after a few minutes she passed out again. He pulled a sheet over her and watched her sleep for a while. Then he summoned all three shrine maidens. 

The women walked into the room with their heads down. He had already pulled on a clean robe, and was tying the sash at his waist as they entered. 

“All three of you, look up. I need to be sure you understand my instructions.”

The three women hesitantly raised their faces. This was probably the first time they had gotten a good look at his face. One of them glanced at the bed, but said nothing. 

Sukuna gestures toward the offering and said, “She is not to be touched in my absence, by anyone. She is not to take a husband. Do you understand?”

The women seemed shocked, but they nodded their heads. 

“Make sure all her needs are met until the festival next year,” he said, then looked over at her sleeping form before adding, “See to it that she is well fed. I wouldn’t mind seeing some more meat on her when I return.” With those words, he gave the women a grin that intentionally showed off his sharp teeth. 

All three women paled at the sight, clearly aware of his… unusual dining preferences. 

His orders given, the women left the room while he prepared to leave the village. His attendants were working on loading all the material offerings into his traveling cart, though he’d told them to leave the pink cherry blossom robe and any food offerings that hadn’t spoiled. He dressed in his thicker outer wear and then walked back over to the bed, taking one long, final look at the girl who had pleased him like no one ever had before. 

She was still asleep, and he was glad of it. A teary goodbye was simply not in him, and he knew she would be sad to see him leave. He wouldn’t take her with him. The things he did would no doubt frighten and repulse her, and he was too invested in his goals to allow for such a distraction. But having someone waiting here for him didn’t seem so bad. 

He glanced back to make sure no attendants or shrine maidens were nearby, then he bent down and kissed her lips. 

Minutes later, he was gone. 

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When you woke up the next morning, you were shocked to still be alive. The shrine maidens informed you that Lord Sukuna had left the village in the night, as he did every year. You felt an ache in your chest, a pain that you had felt once before. You thought it was probably heartbreak. You’d wanted to be with him forever, even if that time was fleeting like the cherry blossoms he liked so much. 

Then the shrine maidens told you that you were not allowed to marry until the next festival, and you realized what that meant. He wanted you to be the offering next year! Your heart swelled with love at the thought. 

And so you returned to your family and your normal life in the village. Most of the villagers, including your parents, refrained from asking you about your time with Lord Sukuna. You had returned to them covered in bruises and bloody bite marks that the shrine maidens had bandaged, barely able to walk. They had assumed you’d been brutalized and deemed it insensitive to question you about it, though it was clear that many people wondered how you had survived. 

You didn’t volunteer any information either, except to tell your parents that it hadn’t been as bad as they imagined, if only to keep them from worrying so much. 

Your life was a bit dull, but happy. You carried on as you had before, but secretly, deep in your heart, you longed to wrap your arms around your Lord’s neck again, to feel him inside you. You watched the seasons change, eager for spring to come again. 

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Epilogue: 

Cherry blossoms drifted to the ground all around you as you pressed your forehead as low as possible, bowing with the rest of the gathered villagers in the festival grounds surrounding Lord Sukuna’s shrine. You heard his footsteps, and your heart was beating so fast that you thought it might burst from your chest. 

Would he even remember you? Would he ask for you specifically as the first night’s offering, or would you need to volunteer? Regardless, you were so excited to see him again, it was very difficult to keep your head down as his footsteps came closer. 

They approached, but instead of walking by you, they stopped right in front of your bowed form. You drew in a sharp breath, looking only at his sandaled feet. He crouched down, his knees becoming visible, and then you heard his voice in your ear: “You can look up now.”

You raised your head immediately, and found yourself face to face with your village’s deity. Tears sprung to your eyes, and he gave you the same smug grin he often wore. His hand brushed the tears from one cheek and he laughed as he said, “You’re always dripping whenever you’re near me.”

You blushed, but smiled as he took one of your hands and pulled you up. Nearby, the village elders who were escorting Lord Sukuna to the base of his shrine looked at you with shock. They’d heard you were a survivor, but the look of rapture on your face, along with Lord Sukuna’s behavior toward you, must have been totally unexpected for them. 

Sukuna looked at them and said, “I already have a woman for the week. No more will be needed.”

The elders quickly bowed despite their surprise. “As you wish, Lord Sukuna,” one of them said. 

“Oh, but do make sure plenty of fresh fruit is offered,” Sukuna added, then gave you a meaningful look and said, “We especially enjoy peaches.” 

Your face turned crimson at the memory of last year, but you couldn’t stop smiling as Lord Sukuna kept hold of your hand and pulled you up the steps to his shrine. 

Once you were far enough away from everyone else, he glanced back at you and said, “I hope you’re prepared. I’ve had all year to think about all the terrible things I’m going to do to you.”

You smiled at him, bright and happy. “And I’ve had all year to look forward to it, Lord Sukuna!”

Once again, you thought you caught a glimpse of a faint pink tint to his face as he turned back toward the shrine’s doors. “Smile all you want, but I’ll show you no mercy. You’ll be screaming on my cock by nightfall.”

You stepped closer to him and said in your sweetest voice, “Lord Sukuna, please wait until we get inside the shrine to say such things. I’m afraid I’ll leave a mess on the steps if you keep making me so wet.”

His eyes shifted back to your face, and then his gaze slid down your body before returning to your eyes. He grinned, baring his teeth. “Such a needy little offering.” 

The two of you entered the shrine, dismissed the shrine maidens, and closed up the doors behind them, eager to begin a week of utter depravity. 

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The Offering - A Sukuna x Reader Fic Part 4

Once upon a time, Sukuna was a human man, albeit a monstrously cruel and powerful one. Villages across the land worshipped him as a living deity. One such village holds a festival for seven nights in his honor every year, and on each night they make generous offerings to him, including women who are never seen again. On the fifth night, you are selected to be the offering. 

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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Smut. 18+. Sukuna is a human (my theory is that he got his four-armed body by modifying himself with jujutsu fuckery later in life). Dubcon. Mentions of rape that happened “off screen”. Very rough sex. Blood. Sukuna just generally being a sadistic monster. F!Reader. This is dark and quite intense! 

It was late the next morning when Sukuna was sitting in the bath, cherry blossoms floating all around him. He’d long enjoyed the fragrance of this particular flower, especially because they were so short-lived. This village had been wise to hold his festival in the spring, so that they could incorporate the blossoms into his offerings. 

As he watched the pale pink blossoms float by, his mind drifted to the offering who was probably still asleep in his bed, or perhaps having breakfast. Now that he’d thought of her, he wanted her to come and bathe with him. She would probably be embarrassed, even though he’d seen every inch of her numerous times by now. Imagining her blushing face was getting him excited, so he summoned a shrine maiden and told her to bring the offering. 

Only a few minutes passed before the girl was led into the bathing room, wearing only the sheer white robe. The moisture in the air was making the thin fabric cling to her body in all the best places. Sukuna subconsciously licked his lips as the girl bowed low to the ground and the shrine maiden left. 

“You can look up,” he said, and he waited for her to raise her head and look at him before he stood up in the bath. The water came up to his thighs, leaving most of his body exposed. He watched her expression as her eyes raked over his form, water drizzling down over his muscular chest and abdomen, his cock soft but still large and impressive. He knew he was an attractive man. Many people, regardless of gender, had looked at him with appreciative eyes. But once they knew who he was, his reputation for cruelty and extreme violence made their sense of fear override any attraction they might have felt. 

Well, this strange offering was the exception. 

Even knowing he was a sadistic monster, she was completely overtaken by her lust for him. He found that endlessly amusing, and so he stood there wet and naked before her, giving her hungry little eyes a feast. 

“Stand,” he told her, “and remove your robe.”

Instead of getting up immediately, she instead lowered her flushed face back to the floor. “Lord Sukuna,” she began with a small and frightened voice, “may I please… request something of you?”

He stepped out of the bath and walked over to stand above her. This close, he could see that her body was trembling. Though he was normally annoyed by requests, he was too curious not to allow it. He asked, “What is your request?”

She kept her head to the floor and spoke in a frail and halting voice. “If… if you see fit to do so… could you please… show me mercy and b-be gentle with me today? My body still aches from last night, my Lord.”

Ah, so that was it. In all honesty, hearing her beg him to be gentle with her while quivering before him made him want to take her right there on the floor, harder than he ever had before. He wondered what sort of expression she would wear as he mercilessly pounded into her. Ahhh, he could hear her lovely screams in his mind, her pleading voice begging him to stop as he left fresh bruises all over her soft body. 

Then his mind was invaded by the image of her smiling, and the image of her hugging the pink robe. He sighed. “I’ll show you mercy, if you can satisfy me in other ways.

Now stand up and remove your robe.”

He watched her hurry to her feet, clearly eager to please him. As she shyly pulled off the robe and let it drop to her feet, he wondered how he would kill her at the end of the night. She had certainly pleased him enough to earn a quick death, but he didn’t want it to be over so soon. He wanted to take his time, draw out every agonized scream, slowly slice away parts of her until there was nothing left. 

Ah, but he didn’t have time for that. He would be leaving the village by morning. It was a shame that she wasn’t the offering on the first night. Then he would have had the whole week to enjoy her. The first four nights had been an utter waste. Only the first offering had made it to his bed, and only then because he hadn’t enjoyed a woman in weeks and wasn’t feeling particular. She’d been totally boring, a hole to fuck and nothing more. He didn’t even remember her face or what she’d sounded like. The other three had been eviscerated in front of the dais, their hysterical blubbering too annoying for him to bear. 

He looked at the bandaged girl in front of him and wondered if he’d ever be able to purge from his memory the image of her smiling face, the sounds of her sweet moans and cries, the feeling of her arms clutching him with all their meager might. He walked over to a stone seat near the water and sat down, deciding to give the matter more thought in the evening. 

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When Lord Sukuna had stood up in the water, you’d literally stopped breathing for a few moments. Standing there naked, glistening with water, black ink trailing lines down his body, he looked every bit the god your village worshipped him as. When he came to stand over you, the closeness of that perfect body to yours made you feel dizzy. His beauty only made you more self conscious, but you took off your robe as he commanded. 

Now he was seated near the water, and he beckoned you to follow. You approached him slowly, dreading whatever he might do to you but also feeling an incredible thrill. You were already wet just from the sight of him. 

When you were close enough, he reached up a hand and ran it over your bandages. You felt a shiver when his damp palm slid over your bare nipples. 

“Let’s take these off,” he said, and began peeling the thin strips of cloth from your body. He unwrapped you as if he were opening a gift, using careful, intimate movements that left your face burning. When the bandages were completely removed, you somehow felt more naked, even though they covered very little to begin with. 

He pulled you closer to him, so that you were wedged in between his spread legs. You could feel that he was getting hard. As if in response, you felt your own arousal dripping down your legs. You clamped them together, embarrassed that you had no control over yourself when you were this close to him. But he looked at you with a smug smile, seemingly able to read your thoughts. One of his hands squeezed in between your thighs and moved up, just grazing your pussy before withdrawing. 

He held up his hand, shiny with your fluids, and looked you in the eyes as he licked it clean. Your knees nearly gave way. That look in his eyes said he knew he was driving you mad with lust, that he enjoyed making you so wet you could hardly bear it. He grinned as he leaned closer and said, “If you want me to show mercy to your dripping pussy, then satisfy me with your mouth.”

As he pulled back slightly, he licked two of his fingers, thoroughly coating them in his saliva, then plunged them into your mouth. He watched you suck them ravenously as he spoke again. “Ah, but I haven’t given you permission to have my cock in your hot little mouth. What are you going to do?” The question was asked in a mocking tone, but you knew the answer. 

His fingers slipped from your mouth and his strong hands pushed you down to your knees in front of him. His fully hard erection stood tall, inches from your face. You wanted it in your mouth immediately, to taste him, to please him. But he hadn’t given permission yet, so you looked up at him with teary eyes and said, “Please, Lord Sukuna… please honor me by letting me taste your cock.”

You saw his eyes widen just slightly, and his engorged member seemed to twitch. Then a wide smirk appeared on his handsome face. “Very well. You can taste it, but you’re not allowed to take it into your mouth yet.”

With a small bow of appreciation, you extended your tongue and began licking up and down his length, slowly, with worshipful motions. You paid special attention to the tip, where a few delicious drops were leaking out. Ahh, you wanted it in your mouth so badly! 

“Please, I beg of you, my Lord,” you said between licks, a thin string of his sticky precum connecting his tip to your tongue, “Let me take you into my unworthy mouth.”

He looked down at you with no expression. “Denied,” he said. 

His cock was throbbing under your tongue, but he clearly wasn’t going to go easy on you. It wasn’t like you were trying to be seductive, you were simply voicing your genuine desires. You nestled your tongue into his tip again and continued your pleading. 

“Lord Sukuna… please… I need you in my mouth… please! Fill my mouth with your cock… let me drink your cum…”

You said it all while licking every inch of him with religious devotion. 

Finally, he grinned down at you and said, “You can take me in your mouth now.”

Your lips immediately enclosed around his length, the unbelievably huge cock completely stuffing your waiting mouth, your tongue circling it. 

Even though you were enraptured with the taste of him, you heard his silky voice above you. 

“Oh, but now that I’m in your mouth, don’t take my cock out. No matter what. I’ll remove it when I’m ready.”

You looked up at him and nodded your head as best you could while having your mouth so full. You couldn’t imagine wanting to take it out now that you had such a gift in your mouth, but your mind was getting a little fuzzy, momentarily forgetting the kinds of cruel games Sukuna liked to play with you. 

Your legs were slippery, drenched in your own juices. You were so aroused, you couldn’t stop your hand from moving down to slip inside your folds. 

“Don’t touch your clit,” you heard Sukuna say in a commanding voice, and you felt like sobbing as you pulled your hand away. He wouldn’t touch it or allow you to touch it last night, and so it remained swollen and sensitive and begging for attention. 

You heard him laugh at your distress. “Such a needy little cunt,” he said. 

He was pulsing in your mouth, you could almost feel his heartbeat. You kept up your ministrations, using your entire mouth to pleasure him. The thick organ twitched once more, and then all at once his hand gripped your hair and pulled you forward until he was choking you. He came, shooting hot cum directly down your throat. But at the same moment, he released your hair and his hand moved to your nose, where he pinched it shut, cutting off your air. 

You almost jerked back in your panic, but you remembered him telling you not to take his cock out of your mouth, so you held on, feeling the warm and sticky cum sliding down your throat as you struggled to swallow it without breathing. Tears were falling from your eyes as you looked up at him, silently pleading for him to let you take a breath. He watched you for a moment before finally releasing your nose. 

For several moments you sucked in air through your nose and sputtered and coughed around his cock, not letting it fall out of your mouth. He seemed to be enjoying your struggle, looking down at you with an amused expression. It took you a little while to realize he still hadn’t pulled out, even though he had already cum. 

“Did you really think I would be satisfied with cumming in your mouth only once?” he asked. Then he reached down and stroked your hair as he said, “Keep me in your mouth until you make me cum again.”

You wasted no time swirling your tongue around his now soft cock. The first step was getting him hard again, so you focused on that, making gentle sucking motions and moving your head back and forth. You tried to ignore the red eyes staring down at you, watching you work, as well as the soreness blossoming in your jaw from keeping something so big in your mouth without letting your teeth hit it. 

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to be fully erect again, and the feeling of him swelling against your tongue made you even wetter. 

You had given up denying to yourself that you were falling for this monstrous man. He was cruel and brutal and enjoyed hurting you, but it didn’t change the way you felt in his presence. You wanted him, so much that your entire being ached for him. Even knowing he was going to kill you did nothing to dull your passion. And so you communicated those feelings through your mouth on his cock, wanting him to feel your desire, your love. 

And after only a few minutes, you felt him throbbing again. His hand returned to your hair, and you prepared yourself to have his cock shoved down your throat again, but this time he suddenly pulled himself out of your mouth. As you looked up at him curiously, his hand still holding your head still, you felt strings of hot cum shoot onto your face. It covered you, getting into your hair, dripping down over one of your eyes, across your nose, running down over your lips and falling from your chin to drizzle over your breasts. 

You stared up at him with one eye open, frozen, not daring to wipe any away without permission even as a glob of it ran over your left eyelid. As he looked down at your messy, cum-soaked face, Sukuna was smirking again, clearly very pleased with himself. He stroked the back of your hair and stood up from the stone seat. “Good girl,” he said, “now finish your meal.”

It took a moment for your addled mind to understand what he meant, but then it clicked for you. As he watched, you began wiping up globs of his cum with your hands and pushing it into your mouth, licking your fingers clean each time. You smiled up at him and said, “Thank you for this blessing, Lord Sukuna.”

The smirk seemed to vanish from his face, and he turned away from you. Was that….? No, it couldn’t have been…. You knew it had to have been your imagination, but for the briefest of moments, just before he turned away, you could’ve sworn there was a faint pink tint to his face. 

You didn’t have time to think more deeply on it, because soon after he turned back to you and scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the bath. You didn’t protest, only gasped in surprise as he stepped into the water and sat down, easing you into the steamy warmth. The water smelled so sweet, like him. 

He gently pushed your entire head down into the water, just for a few seconds, then pulled you back up. Then he had a sponge in his hand, wiping at your face. When finished, he turned you to face away from him and then began running his hands through your hair, working some sort of lather into it. 

Was he really washing your hair? It seemed ludicrous. He was a tyrant, an evil god, but right now he was carefully rinsing your hair. The soft movements made your whole body tingle. Was this his way of rewarding you? Or the start of another sick game? 

Once your hair was washed, he sat back against the wall of the tub and pulled you into his lap, your back against his firm, wet chest. One of his hands moved over your body lightly, brushing over your nipples, your stomach, you hips, and then settling between your thighs. 

The hand just sat there for a while, not moving and not parting your folds, as if it were just a comfortable place to leave it. Then, just as you were relaxing, one of his fingers slipped in. It pointedly did not touch your clit, only the area around it, which drove you mad. He circled it without even grazing it once, and you quivered in his lap. 

“Please… Lord Sukuna…”

He had his mouth close to you ear. “Please what?”

“Please touch my…”

After you failed to finish the sentence, he whispered to you, “Touch your what?”

You squirmed as he kept rubbing everywhere except your aching nub. “My… c-clit,” you whined, both your hands gripping his strong arm. 

“I won’t,” he said, “and you won’t either. Not now.” 

The finger he’d been tormenting you with slid completely inside you, and was quickly joined by another. You moaned, your back arching against him as he pumped both fingers in and out of you. 

Your senses were overwhelmed. The heat of the water, the strong scent of cherry blossoms, Sukuna’s perfect body pressed against yours, his sultry whispers, his fingers fucking your needy hole… it was too much for your fragile emotions to handle. 

“Lord Sukuna… I love you…”

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you quickly lowered your face to hide your blush. His fingers never stopped, and in fact he added a third as his other hand tilted your chin up to make you look at him. 

He looked amused, as usual, and said in his beautiful voice, “Such a pitiful little offering.” Before you could even wonder what he meant by those words, his mouth encased yours, his tongue pressing between your lips and swirling with your own. Your hips in his lap reflexively moved with the rhythm of his plunging fingers as you moaned into his mouth. 

Every inch of you felt amazing. You wanted to stay like this forever. If only the festival would never end, if only you could have been chosen the first night and had a few more nights with Sukuna, if only he felt even one tiny, fleeting speck of care for you. 

One of his fingers pressed a spot inside you that made you nearly scream in pleasure, and you came on his hand, your body shuddering in his arms while his lips drank in your moans. 

The two of you remained in the water for a while longer, neither of you speaking, your panting the only sound in the room. Then Sukuna stepped out of the water, and you followed soon after. 

You stared at his form longingly as he dried himself off. He caught your gaze and laughed. “We just bathed. Don’t tempt me to make a mess of you again.”

You blushed and turned away from him to finish drying off yourself. You were still embarrassed about your slip up earlier, when you accidentally admitted that you loved him. You knew such feelings from an ordinary village girl were laughable to him, so you hoped he would simply forget it. 

The two of you pulled on fresh robes and left the bathing room. As you walked down the hall a few steps behind Sukuna, he looked over his shoulder and said, “Let’s have something to eat. You don’t want to be hungry when night falls.” Then he continued on. 

You stopped dead in your tracks. It occurred to you that he would definitely take you in his bed one more time before the festival ended, and he would probably hurt you again. You thought you could withstand physical pain, you’d even made peace with the fact that he would kill you. But there was still something he could do to you that you didn’t think you could handle, something he would most likely do just for the sake of being cruel. He could let you know just how little he thought of you, how ridiculous your sad little love was, how meaningless these past few days had been to him. 

A strange little throb appeared in your chest, and you pressed your hand there to feel your own heart beating. You shook your head to try to dispel your dark thoughts, and hurried after Sukuna, deciding to do your best to enjoy your final hours. 

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The Offering - A Sukuna x Reader Fic Part 3

Once upon a time, Sukuna was a human man, albeit a monstrously cruel and powerful one. Villages across the land worshipped him as a living deity. One such village holds a festival for seven nights in his honor every year, and on each night they make generous offerings to him, including women who are never seen again. On the fifth night, you are selected to be the offering. 

Part One | Part Two

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Smut. 18+. Sukuna is a human (my theory is that he got his four-armed body by modifying himself with jujutsu fuckery later in life). Dubcon. Mentions of rape that happened “off screen”. Very rough sex. Blood. Sukuna just generally being a sadistic monster. F!Reader. This is dark and quite intense! Extra Note: I usually hate dropping random Japanese into a fanfic but I just had to incorporate his “Gambare, Gambare” line because I ascend to a higher plane of existence every time he says it in the anime (there is literally nothing I wouldn’t let Junichi Suwabe do to me). Also this chapter is entirely from Sukuna’s perspective.

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It was nearly sundown when one of the shrine maidens reported to Sukuna that the offering was awake. They had cleaned her up and bandaged her wounds while she slept, and now she was in one of the side rooms, eating. 

He was lounging on a pile of pillows on the dais, absently looking through some of the material offerings that had just started to arrive at the shrine’s doors. He held up a beautiful silk robe that had been stitched with an intricate cherry blossom pattern, and found himself imagining the offering wearing it. 

He could see the pale pink color of the robe against the girl’s flushed skin, could see how the silk would glide across her body and cling to the wetness between her legs. He could see himself ripping it off her, could see her crying because she’d never worn something so fine in her miserable little life and now it was in tatters. He even imagined spreading it on the floor and fucking her on top of it, staining it with her blood and a mixture of their cum, then making her wear it again. 

“Lord Sukuna?”

The shrine maiden’s uneasy voice interrupted his daydream. He looked down at the bowing figure before him and said, “Yes? What is it?”

“I asked where you would like us to take the offering once she is finished eating,” she replied, never looking up. 

He rubbed the silk between his fingers and said, “Take her back to the bed.”

“Yes, Lord Sukuna,” the woman replied, getting to her feet without ever raising her eyes. 

“And have her wear this,” he said, tossing the lovely pink robe to the shrine maiden. 

She caught it deftly and gave another bow before leaving. 

Sukuna stood up and made his way to the bedroom, trying to decide what he would do to the offering tonight. He had plenty of ideas, ways to make her cry and scream in agony, ways to make her moan and cling to him as pleasure wracked her fragile body, ways to get any sort of reaction he wanted out of her. But something had occurred to him this afternoon and it had filled him with irrational annoyance. 

The offering had only climaxed when he used his mouth or fingers to stimulate her, never from being fucked by him. It shouldn’t have bothered him. After all he’d never cared the slightest bit about such things before, but he couldn’t help feeling irritated. So he decided: tonight she would cum on his cock. Multiple times. He would make certain of it. 

Once in his bedroom, he removed his own robe and climbed onto his bed, where he sat with his back against the wall and his legs stretched out in front of him. While waiting for the offering to appear, his mind wandered back to the fantasy he’d been imagining on the dais. His hand moved down to his cock and began lightly stroking while he pictured the offering in all sorts erotic or horrifying situations. 

By the time the shrine maidens announced their presence, he was rock hard and ready. 

They stepped into the room with their faces lowered, and behind them came the offering, wearing the pink cherry blossom robe. She got down on her knees and bowed as low as possible, and Sukuna dismissed the shrine maidens immediately. 

From the bed, he stared at her submissive form. While seeing her bow to him was pleasing, he wanted to see her whole body. “Stand,” he told her, and she did as he commanded. 

Now getting a good view of her in the robe, his breath almost caught in his throat. She looked so delicate and innocent in the robe, he wasn’t sure he’d have the patience to stick to his own plan for the night. 

Her eyes were instantly drawn to the raging erection he was still idly stroking. Like always, her eyes were glossy and frightened, but also unmistakably aroused. He still couldn’t quite grasp why she was so horny for him at all times, even when he hurt her, even when she was terrified. But that mystery was a part of why he found her so entertaining. 

“Th-thank you for the robe, Lord Sukuna,” she stammered out in that sweet voice. “I’ve never worn something so beautiful before.” 

Ahhh, there it was. Now he wanted to destroy it in front of her, to ruin it in some disgusting way and then tell her that’s all she deserves to wear and-

His eyes met her face, and she was smiling. It was the first time he’d seen her full, joyful smile, and it was far more lovely than he expected, so lovely that it derailed his train of thought entirely. 

He stopped stroking himself. He didn’t need to anymore. Her presence in the room, the smell of her skin, the certainty that beneath that fine robe her succulent little pussy was wet and needy for him, was more than enough to keep him hard. 

“Open the robe,” he told her, “but keep it on.”

That smile slowly slipped from her face, her cheeks reddening as she untied the sash and pulled the robe open. She was bandaged from her chest to right above her navel. There were a few faint red spots here and there to mark where she had been cut. 

“Come closer,” he commanded, and she stepped over to the bed. When she was within reach, he extended one arm and touched her bandaged breasts. With his fingers, he parted the white strips of cloth so that her pretty nipples stuck out between them, exposed, then he looked her over again. The bandages with their small blood stains, the way they squeezed and shaped her breasts, the hardening nipples peeking out, all made a very lurid sight. Then his eyes shifted down to her pussy, glistening with arousal, clear fluid already beginning to drip down her thighs. 

He used one finger to rub up her inner thigh, collecting a sticky drop. She flinched and tried to press her thighs together, obviously embarrassed. He licked the finger clean and wondered why she still felt shame over this. Did she not realize how pleasing it was for him to know he had this effect on her? 

“Climb onto me,” he said, and she blinked in surprise, then looked at his erection and seemed to understand what was happening. 

There was terror in her eyes, but also desire. She hesitated, then very carefully climbed onto the bed beside him. “How should I-“

“Face me,” he told her, and pulled her into his lap. With his height, they were at eye level with each other even with her sitting on him. She was a grown woman, but to someone as monstrously strong as him, she was practically weightless and had no more strength than a young bird. Her knees were on either side of his lap, her bottom resting on him, her slick pussy pressing against the underside of his cock, which was pointing at the ceiling. 

For a moment they just stared at each other. She was blushing again, probably intimidated by the extremely intimate position. Their faces were inches apart, and she had no choice but to look him in the eyes. Then he leaned even closer and said in his lowest, sexiest voice, “Get on my cock and fuck me until you cum.”

She drew back from him as if she’d been slapped, but his firm hands on her hips kept her in place. Her face was red as blood, her lips parted, her eyes becoming even more shiny and moist. Again, that glorious battle between fear and lust, all playing out on her face. 

He gave her hip a quick, light slap that made her cry out in surprise, and said, “You heard me.”

She looked so uncertain, so deliciously naive, that he couldn’t suppress a laugh at her expense. 

Her eyes darted back to his face. Was that… a hint of annoyance? At him? The audacity of it made him laugh again. “I’ll help you get the tip in, then it’s all you,” he told her. 

She nodded, then placed her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself up. He positioned his tip in the right place, just barely going inside her, then moved his hands back to her hips and waited. 

After several seconds of looking like she might faint from sheer panic, she finally began to ease herself down. After he was only halfway in, she winced and halted, her knees holding her up. She stayed that way, seemingly frozen, until he sighed and said, “You’re going to have to move at some point. Or can you really cum like this?”

She closed her eyes, her hands gripping his shoulders so tightly they might have hurt a normal man, her legs quivering on either side of him. And then she moved, just slightly, making shallow little thrusts. They were wholly unsatisfying to him, but watching her clumsy attempts to fuck him were amusing nonetheless. 

He spoke into her ear, “I hope you have a lot of stamina. It’s going to take you all night to cum like this, and you’re not getting off me until you do.” 

Upon hearing that, she took one hand off his shoulder and reached down, tentatively touching her swollen clit with her fingertips. 

He immediately grabbed her wrist and pulled it away. “No, you’re not allowed to touch your clit. Cum only from the feeling of my cock inside you.”

She made a pitiful whining sound and returned the offending hand to his shoulder, her eyes still closed. 

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he said, and she obeyed. While maintaining eye contact, he asked, “You’re always drenched for me, so why can’t you cum when I fuck you?”

She had tears in her eyes as she kept trying to move up and down on his shaft. “Because you’re so rough with me, Lord Sukuna. It hurts too bad.”

“Then you should thank me. In my infinite kindness, I’m allowing you to control how deep and how hard you get fucked.” 

She said nothing more, but he felt her slide down a little further, her movements increasing in speed. She had nearly found a rhythm. She moved in a circular motion, and he felt his tip hit a spongey spot that caused her to release one of those little moans that he loved so much. 

Her hands slid from his shoulders to press into his abdomen, right below his navel. The pink robe slipped from her shoulders and pooled around her elbows and waist, revealing her bandaged breasts and pert nipples. Her eyes shifted down to his bare torso, seemingly enjoying the sight as her moans became louder. 

“Look me in the eyes,” he said in that low voice, and he could see goosebumps spreading across her flesh. He grinned, then added another command, “Announce when you’re about to cum.”

Her eyes flew open and she looked mortified. “I… I can’t!”

“Do it or it doesn’t count.”

She whimpered, but kept moving, kept looking him in the eyes. 

She was getting close, he could feel it. She kept moving in a way that caused him to hit that spot she liked so much, her moans getting longer and closer together. 

He decided to help her out just a little. He put one hand in her hair, threading his fingers gently though the strands, and pulled her closer to him. With his lips grazing her ear, he said in such a soft, low voice that it was almost a whisper, “Cum for me. You have the great Ryomen Sukuna’s cock buried in that tight little pussy of yours. Think only of that. Concentrate on how I feel inside you, and cum while looking into my eyes.”

He pulled her back enough that she could look at him, and the expression of pure arousal on her face made his cock twitch. She mumbled something he didn’t hear clearly between her moans. 

“What was that?”

“… c-cumming,” she murmured, her eyes darting away from his for a split second. 

He smirked at her. “You have to speak clearly so I can hear you.”

Her voice was just a little louder when she said, “I’m about to cum…” And again she briefly looked away when she said it. 

His fingers were still in her hair, so he tightened his grip and held her head still. “Stop looking away. And be louder.”

Her eyes locked on his, and he saw that she was nearly in tears. “I’m cumming,” she cried out, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Ahhhh!”

He felt her pussy clench him tightly as her body tensed up. She sat there, eyes frozen on his, her entire body twitching and convulsing until her orgasm finally passed. Then she collapsed against his chest, panting heavily, her weak legs somehow still holding her up. 

Sukuna had watched all this with amusement, but his own desire was totally unfulfilled. He’d told her she could control how deep he went, but how could he resist going deeper when this warm, wet little thing was over halfway down his cock, her body trembling against his? Even his willpower wasn’t that strong. 

His hands moved to her hips, and before she could react at all, he jerked her all the way down, his entire length disappearing inside her. The shocked expression on her face made him want to laugh. She’d gasped, her eyes widening and instantly filling with tears, her soft hands pressing against him as if she could push herself back up. But he was holding her down firmly, thoroughly enjoying how this angle allowed him to penetrate her even more deeply than the other times he’d fucked her. 

“You haven’t made me cum yet,” he told her. “Don’t be selfish and pass out before satisfying me. Now start moving.”

She was shaking, looking at him as if he’d betrayed her. “I can’t,” she cried, “it hurts!”

He reached up and stroked her hair in a comforting manner, and in a sweet voice he spoke savage words: “Ride my cock until I cum into your womb, or I’ll paint the entire shrine in your blood.”

Her face was stricken with horror, but she gradually began to move again. It seemed harder for her this time, as she was practically impaled, but she’d just figured out how to move in a way that felt good, so she tried repeating the motions from earlier. It worked, evidenced by the short moan she released. 

Sukuna grinned, using his hand in her hair to hold her head still, not allowing her to look away. He wanted to watch all the delectable emotions in her eyes as her body was caught between pleasure and pain. With his free hand he squeezed one of her breasts, then used his thumb to circle an exposed nipple. She was moaning again, filling his ears with such glorious sounds. 

“You’re doing so well, taking me so deep,” he whispered in her ear, “but you can take me harder too, right?”

She shook her head while maintaining eye contact, but she was clenching him again, breathing harder, making an actual attempt to move faster. He moved his face closer to hers and ran his tongue across her lips, parting them and invading her mouth, letting his own saliva drip onto her tongue. He pulled away and said in a voice that he knew would send shivers through her whole body:

“Gambare, gambare…”

The result was immediate. She clamped down on him and cried out, “Ahhh! C-cumming!”

He was pleased that she remembered to say it, and he enjoyed watching her lose herself to her climax, but her movements had slowed considerably. She was leaning on him, her weak body nearly spent. 

“Don’t stop moving,” he said, his voice low and threatening. 

She whined but picked up speed again. It looked like such a struggle for her, keeping his massive erection so deep inside, moving up and down while her orgasm was still wracking her body, keeping her teary eyes locked on his. She was still using that motion that caused him to hit her sweet spot, and she was so sensitive from cumming twice in a short amount of time that she was working her way to another climax.

But he didn’t want the pleasure to completely overtake the pain, so he pinched her nipple harshly, making her wince and grip his shoulders. 

Disappointed by her reaction, he moved his hands to her waist and lifted her up, then slammed her back down. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, as if she had lost her breath. 

“Not going to scream for me?” he asked. “That’s the fastest way to get me off.”

He lifted her up again, but as he did so, she suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, clutching him as if doing so would make the pain bearable. He suddenly remembered the sight of her radiant smile while thanking him for the robe, and his hands faltered. She eased back down onto him, as deep as before but nowhere near as hard. 

“Lord Sukuna…” she murmured, tightening her arms around him, moving up and down slowly, carefully. He could feel every part of her, from her breasts pressed against his chest to the walls of her drenched pussy, to her delicate hands gripping him. 

His hold on her hips tightened, and he pulled her down so that he was as deep as possible when he shot his seed into the very core of her being. Even after he had bottomed out, she still clung to him, not moving off him. 

He pulled back enough to look at her face, and found her usual lusty expression. He laughed. “Do you like being stuffed full of me that much?”

She didn’t answer, but she moved as if to climb off him. He stopped her and said, “Take off the robe and throw it to the floor. You don’t want to stain it, right?”

She nodded, looking embarrassed for not thinking of that herself. She slipped the robe off and dropped it beside the bed, then she eased herself off his cock, wincing. 

His cum, hers, and a small amount of blood poured out and spilled in his lap. He didn’t mind, but she seemed distressed by the sight. “Ah, there’s a mess, Lord Sukuna,” she said, rolling off him and sitting up on the edge of the bed. 

He grabbed a blanket and wiped it all up, then tossed the blanket aside. The offering stood up and bent down to retrieve the pink robe from the floor. She carefully folded it into a neat square, then smiled again and hugged the bundle of fabric to her chest. She looked so happy, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. 

“Do fine clothes please you so much?” he asked her as he scooted down so that he was lying on his back. 

She looked at him and then back to the robe, a faint blush on her cheeks. “It is beautiful, my Lord, but more than that… it’s a gift from you!” She turned her face away shyly, but he could tell she was wearing an ecstatic expression. 

He blinked, surprised by the fact that he liked looking at her this way. He’d never once wanted to see someone happy, to see them smile. He craved suffering and misery for everyone around him. But just this once… perhaps seeing someone’s joy wasn’t so bad. After all, he was going to kill her once the festival ended. He’d never left an offering alive, not even in other villages that held similar festivals. He watched her hugging the robe and extended his hand to her. “Come,” he said, pulling her back into the bed after she laid the folded robe on the nearby dresser. 

He pulled her on top of him and threw a sheet over them both. She looked at him curiously, but he was already starting to fall asleep. For perhaps the first time in his life, Ryomen Sukuna fell asleep with a woman in his arms. 

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[thekillingmoonmoon]

FROM EDEN

[sorry for reposting this but it literally disappeared into the tumblr ether]

Pairing: Choso x Fem!reader (reader is shorter than Choso)

Synopsis: the beginning of your relationship with Choso, and the consequences.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral (f-receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, praise kink, mirror sex?, mention of blood, mention of arranged marriage (because clearly I have a fixation?), discussion of marriage, the fabric of canon is loose and I will reweave as I see fit, religious themes, Spoilers for Death Painting Arc, Shibuya Arc, and Aftermath Arc (does this arc have a name yet?).

Length: 6,8k  (I wanted to write a small Choso and ended up writing a novel – by Fall Out Boy)

It was wrong, a sin, against every code upheld by the jujutsu community. An instant death sentence. But you couldn’t care less.

Not when he looked at you like that. Like you were the final piece in the puzzle of his life. Or was he yours? It didn’t matter. He was your salvation, the saint to your fall, the opened arms to enfold you in your blasphemy.

You gulped, swallowing away the voices that threatened to hold you down, that urged you to remain swaddled in the protective layers of tradition and the role of the holy maiden you’d so grudgingly borne. He ran his knuckles over your cheek, tucking some hair behind your ear and giving you that smile that had first interrupted your path to grace. That soft curve, that barely there expression of his deepest joy. And just as it had began your heathenry, his smile completed your fall.

“Choso, take me tonight, please. Love me. Free me.” “Love?” his nose scrunched, upset, concerned, “but – your clan? Your future?” “I want to choose, for once in my life. And I choose you, Cho. Ask me, me to be yours, to be your wife,” you curled your fingers into the red wine of his shirt, feeling the tremble of your body against his, begging, pleading, praying. “You ask for the impossible, little one,” he still smiled, but his eyes betrayed him, “not even Gojo Satoru would be able to marry us. We could never be man and wife.”

“Not in their eyes. But what about ours? I love you as a man, Cho. Human or curse, I don’t care, I love you as Choso. Nothing more, nothing less.” “And you’d be damned with me? To be my wife would be to become like me.” “So? Does Yuuji treat any less because of who you are?” Choso shook his head, “then it doesn’t make a difference. As long as those who care about us accept us as we are, then everything will be okay.” Choso sighed, defeated. “And you? what about your family?” “My sister wouldn’t give a damn really. As long as you treat me well and I’m happy, then she’s happy. She’s my Yuuji. The rest aren’t important. I’m just an asset.” “But would you be happy with me? You’d never get a real wedding, a proper household, a name,” Choso worried, “God, I don’t even know if I could give you children.” You reached up and cupped his cheek, heart pounding as he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and kissed your palm, nestling his face into your hand. “I don’t need any of that, Cho. I just want you, to be yours. To be your wife, even if it’s only between us, a vow to be together.” Choso closed his eyes, filling his lungs with air, and then releasing it in a long exhale, shaking slightly. He wrapped your hand in both of his and dropped to one knee. “My love, would you do me the honour of being mine? Of being my wife through all eternity, despite who we are, and what I am?” You dropped to a crouch in front of him, whispering, “Yes, Choso. I will be your wife, but because of who we are, and who you are.” Choso kissed the top of your hand, before pulling you upright. “Turn around, love.”

You obeyed, confused until you felt the cold weight of a metal tag come to rest on your sternum. Choso’s classification tags from the storage warehouse at the school. The stainless steel label that had been punched to the tube in which he’d been trapped for god knows how long. Special Grade Curse. Death Painting 1. Suspected Creator: Kamo Noritoshi. Status: Half-curse. Destroy/Seal upon encounter. And scratched into the back by a childish hand, probably  by Kechizu, the kanji for Choso’s name. You turned to look at him.

“It’s not a ring, but it’s all I have besides these,” Choso examined his knuckles, and the nine engraved silver bands that adorned his fingers, “and Yuuji has the one with my name – “ he trailed off. You threw your arms around his neck, and kissed him on the mouth, hard. “Thank-you Choso,” you mumbled against him, “my husband. Mine,” you whispered. “Not yet, love,” you pulled back to look up at him, one side of his mouth twitched upward and he leaned down to kiss your ear, before murmuring hotly, “In my time, a couple was not married until after the wedding night,” he twirled a strand of hair around one of his fingers. “Then, make me your wife, Choso.”

Somewhere, somehow, something shifted in Choso. The normally downturned corners of his mouth curled upward into a smile, and you felt shivers ripple down your spine. Ring-bound fingers caged your jaw between his hands and he held you in place as he pressed his lips to your forehead. He flickered across your face, kissing your temples, cheekbones, eyelids, and the tip of your nose, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he murmured sweet nothings into your skin.

“My love, my grace, my woman,” Choso chanted, peppering little pecks over every inch of your face. He backed you into the balcony railing and ran a hand down your shoulder to your waist, the other hand cupping your jaw to bring your lips to his in a sweet, chaste kiss. You reached up and linked your hands around his neck, half on your tiptoes, half seated on the balustrade. Choso smiled into the next kiss, snatching your breath by covering your mouth with his. Warm and firm, Choso took over, moving your lips against his in a slow, sensual rhythm of gentle pushes and gasped breaths. He took his time with you, playing with the loose hair that had fallen from your hairpin, rubbing gentle circles into the fabric-covered flesh below your waist sash. He nipped at your lower lip, and stole your parted lips with a slip of his tongue.

You whimpered as Choso’s tongue entered your mouth, immediately hooked on the taste of bitter chocolate and honey that filled your senses. You carded your fingers through the silken strands of his hair, pulling slightly as pushed his tongue against yours. Choso hummed into you, swiping his tongue over your lip before biting down, watching your eyelashes flutter as you moaned. Gods, he could devour you. You were so sensitive, already intoxicating him with the sweet little noises you made as he kissed you, held you. He couldn’t wait to hear how you’d sound beneath him, around him. That sent a jolt to his cock, already half-hard and complaining in the confines of his slacks.

Choso renewed his domination of your mouth, nibbling, sucking and licking until your lips were swollen and your chest heaving. He felt like something holy to you. A sacred force, guiding you to worship. With each release of your lips you could feel your salvation, and you were addicted. His hair fell loose from its bun, falling in wild inky waves across his face and shoulders. Choso pulled back at the tickling of the strands, an unfamiliar, shining, grin spreading across his face. He flicked his hair back and paused to look at you.

“God, I could kiss you for eternity,” he praised, and without another word, lifted you by the waist onto the railing, a thigh between your parted legs, the arm at your waist holding you tight against him whilst the other gripped your hip. He rained kisses along your jaw and down to your neck. Almost naturally, you tilted your head, giving Choso access to the sensitive skin below the margin of your face. He licked over where he’d kissed you, his sudden hot tongue pulling a mewl from your mouth. Choso groaned, sucking gently at the spot just below your ear, hissing at the sound of your pleasure. You fell into a dreamlike haze, skin alight with his gentle ministrations. You fell into heaven, melting into his embrace, holy glow filling your body, murmuring prayers of his name in a litany of overwhelming whimpers and moans.

Just then, his hip rutted against you, catching against your already wet underwear, coaxing a sound from you that seemed to echo through the night. “Ssh, my love, do you want to be caught before I even take you?” Choso teased, rocking his pelvis back into your heat, before swallowing down your hitched gasp. You flushed, before holding your sleeve over your mouth. Choso returned to sucking dark marks on your neck and across your collarbones, his sharp nose nuzzling the shoulder of your dress aside to kiss the skin beneath. Another loud yelp nearly escaped you when the hand at your hip slipped between the tight overlap of your skirt to knead cold fingertips into the flesh of your thighs. “You’re so soft,” Choso murmured into your shoulder, dark eyes glittering as he bit at your skin. His hand travelled to your silken inner thigh, still moving against your soaked cunt as he traced loose shapes over your skin, inching ever closer to your heat. “God, I can’t wait to taste you, to make you cum on my tongue. Would you like that, my love? Would you let me worship your cunt with my mouth?” Choso rasped, giving a particularly hard thrust of his hips into your pussy. “Cho – Choso –“ you whimpered, embarrassed by the tightening in your core at his words, by how your cunt clenched at the thought of fucking Choso’s face. He chuckled at your flustered state, finally pushing the shoulder of your dress off, completely exposing the velvet skin interrupted by your bra-strap.

“Yo, Choso!” a chirpy voice broke the divine silence, “Kugisaki challenged us to a drinking game, you wanna team up with –“ Itadori halted, all four eyes like a deer in the headlights. He stood at the door to the balcony, halfway through the threshold. Golden light spilled from the hall, breaking the silver moonlight that bathed you and Choso. “Um,”  Itadori choked, cheeks red and a hand plastered over his eyes. “Brother,” you dove into Choso’s chest, hiding your hot face in the cool fabric of his shirt. “Yes?” “Leave. Now.” “Ah, yes – um, right – well, enjoy your evening!” the door slammed behind the boy, followed quickly by Choso’s laughter.

“Cho!” you smacked your hand against his chest, “how can you laugh at this? He – he saw us,” you winced at the sight Itadori had borne witness to. There would be no doubt as to what you’d been doing, what with your darkened cheeks, swollen lips, and your half-exposed chest, not to mention Choso’s hand up your dress. “Didn’t you need a witness, love?” Choso’s eyes glittered with satisfied mirth, “And Yuuji is probably the best person to have seen us, he has enough eyes. My brother is not the best at keeping secrets.” “Yes, but – “ “They will not come after you, tonight. They’re too deep in their cups. But come, let’s leave before someone else catches us.”

…

“May I?” Choso ran his fingers along the hem of your sash, eyes never leaving yours. You nodded, and turned so that your back was to him. You could feel him fiddle with the ties of the waistband, battle-hardened hands suddenly unsure with delicate silk between calloused fingertips. With a few more tugs and untangled knots, the sash fell free from your waist, and your dress hung loose over your body. You started when Choso pressed his lips to the back of your neck, his kisses tickling at your baby-hairs as his large, warm hands ran down your shoulders to your waist. He embraced you from behind, his broad chest pressed against your spine, his face tucked in the crook of your neck. Choso hummed as he laid open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder,

“Have you ever touched yourself, little one?” Choso rumbled, resting his cheek on your shoulder and looking at you. You craned your neck to meet his eyes, and immediately blushed when you fell into his dark gaze. “Tell me, love,” he coaxed, and ran his hands over the bare skin of your stomach. You shivered. He turned you, still encaged within his embrace to face the full-length mirror behind his door. “Show me, where do these pretty hands go when you’re alone?” his thumb and forefinger lifted your chin to force you to look into your own glossy eyes in the mirror. Choso held you against him, his broad frame so noticeably more clothed than yours, his rings flashing in the half-light of the moon as he stroked the soft skin of your stomach. You were suddenly grateful to your sister’s insistence on the white lace lingerie set you now wore, you doubted you’d be confident enough to make eye-contact with yourself, yet alone Choso, if you’d stuck to your old, mismatched and faded underclothes. “Um,” your voice trembled in the night, and you were sure your hands shook as you brought them up to your chest, “here,” you gestured to your breasts, avoiding Choso’s eyes. “Hmm, and how do you touch yourself, little one?” he loosely encased your hand in his, bringing it over your clothed tits and watching you with a strange darkness in his eyes.

It felt as if your skin was burning with how desperately you blushed, and you turned your face away before cupping your breasts in both hands. Choso’s hands covered yours, mimicking your movements as you began to work your fingers over your flesh. “Watch yourself, love, look at how heavenly you are, at how beautifully you move,” he brushed your hands away to run his fingertips along the hem of your bra and around the peaks of your nipples. As his hands met at your back, he unclasped to your bra and slipped the straps from your shoulders to drop the garment to the floor. Before you could cover yourself, his hands were on your tits again, rough fingers gentle over your silken skin as he rolled your nipples and groped your breasts. With each soft pinch, caress and teasing flick you could feel your cunt grow wetter, and brought your thighs together to create some, any, friction.

Choso noticed instantly, dropping one hand from your breasts to trace the hem of your panties with a featherlight touch. “And here? Do you touch yourself here?” You nodded, eyes squeezed shut, cunt clenching at the tingles his touch sent to your core. “Show me.” You slid a hand down your abdomen and below the elastic of your underwear. You gasped as your own hesitant fingers skimmed over your clit and into the liquid warmth of your arousal. You hissed through clenched teeth, you’d never been this wet, this desperate for touch. You scrambled to remember the previous times you’d done this, the faltering movements you’d run through in the dark hours of the morning, with nothing but Choso’s name on your lips.

You let out a soft sigh as you slipped two fingers into your pussy, bucking your hips at the intrusion. Choso muffled a groan into your shoulder, his hands working at your tits as he watched you try fuck your fingers. It was cute, really, your little whines of frustration as you struggled to reach your g spot with your fingers, the way your hips rolled onto an imaginary cock, left wanting as your cunt clenched around your inadequate efforts.

He rutted his hips against your ass, hissing out at the pressure on his cock as you instinctively rocked back. He brought a hand to your mouth, and ran his thumb along your bottom lip. “Suck my fingers for me, little one. Get them nice and wet for me,” Choso instructed, and you eagerly took him in, tongue running along his salty skin and sucking on his fingertips. He swore into the crook of your neck, before removing your hand from your panties and licking your sticky fingers into his mouth with a rumbled groan. “God, you taste better than I imagined,” Choso mumbled and ran his now-wet fingers down your torso. He played with the delicate lace of your underwear for a moment, then slipped his hand beneath it, hot against your pelvis. You held your breath as his fingertips neared the centre of your nerves, your chest heaving and cheeks flushed. His first exploratory pass over your clit had your pussy fluttering, and a staggering moan left your lips. He nipped a line along your shoulder, dark eyes never leaving yours as he watched you squirm in the mirror,

“Tell me, what do you think about when you touch yourself, love?” he asked, breath tickling the hair by your ear, right as he ran his fingers down into your drenched folds. “Little one, you’re so wet, all for me, hmm? Are you going to tell me what you thought about before?” He rubbed a slow circle around your clit, grinding himself against your ass as you arched your back into him. You bit your lower lip, caught in a pleasure-filled haze, Choso’s words so alien, to him, to you. But they struck you, each one lightning to your core, a divine revelation sent from heaven to earth. “Come on, you can tell me? I love you, little one. I want to know your deepest desires, darkest fantasies,” he slid his finger around the rim of your entrance, and the slow prickling of tears, of pleasure, formed behind your eyes in anticipation of what was to come. “Hah – you – fuck – Choso – you!” you panted, his thick finger slipping into you as you confessed your sins, your pussy clenching down hard on him, yet letting him in deeper, deeper into your wet heat. “Fu-uck,” you heard Choso swear for the first time, your burning body curving against him, so desperate for his intimate touch, but so fearful of the sting of your velvet walls as his finger delved further than your fingers had ever reached. “You think of me, love? You dream of me whilst these hands play with your cunt? What do you dream of, little one?” you whined, embarrassed as you caught the image of your rapture in the mirror. On your tiptoes, skin shining with sweat in the moonlight, body tense against Choso’s, eyes half-lidded, pupils wide and dark. You were a mess, his mess, his devotee, whimpering as he pulled his finger from you.

He re-entered you as he began to rub his thumb against your clit, finger pushing deeper. You felt the two rings rub up your walls and groaned, then yelped as he brushed against a spot that had your body shuddering. “There, hmm? That good?” you nodded quickly, legs buckling as Choso began massaging his fingertip against your g spot. He propped a thigh between your legs, holding you up against his torso with his muscled hold. “Aren’t you so sensitive, my pretty little one?” Choso cooed, “do you know how long I’ve craved you? How many times I’ve touched myself to the thought of you? Of you saying my name as you cum around my cock, of eating out your pretty pussy, of watching you cum on my fingers.” He eased another finger into you, the wet sound of your cunt filling your ears, threaded into the hymns of your moans and Choso’s words. You mewled at the stretch, collapsing back into Choso at the tight pull and dizzying catch of his smooth rings against your soaking walls. He picked up his pace, his murmured praises and expert ministrations sending you higher and higher with every thrust. Your hips began rolling onto his fingers, fucking his hand as you climbed. He could feel your cunt clenching around him and began swiping his thumb quicker over your clit.

“I want you to watch yourself when you cum, love, to see how divine you are, how good you are for me.” Choso pressed hard into your cunt, and with the flick of his wrist you were cumming, staring into your own dazed eyes, drool running down your chin, body melting and tears openly rolling down your cheeks in big, fat drops. Choso pulled out your orgasm, slowly pulsing his fingers in your spasming pussy, eyes never leaving your reflection. You’d ascended, your hips bucking and body out of your control, nothing but holy light filling your head and heart.

Choso scooped you up into a bridal carry before laying you on his bed, your trembling legs hanging off the edge. “You did so well, my love. You look so gorgeous when you cum, so sweet, so lovely,” his eyes hardened, “No-one but me will ever get to see you like this, right love?” You nodded, tears still trickling down your cheeks, “Yes, Choso, yes. I’m yours, only yours,”  you mumbled, and he gave you that sweet smile of his again, fingers wiping the tears from your face. He tapped the two fingers that had been buried in your cunt against your lips, “Taste yourself, sweet thing.” You took his fingers in, licking up your tangy arousal and cum. Once clean, Choso began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the firm muscle of his torso, the breadth of his shoulders glowing as the moonlight caught his pale skin. You tentatively ran your fingers over his abdominals, smiling slightly as he shivered at your touch. He unbuckled and dropped his slacks and you gulped at the sight of his cock straining against his briefs.

“Choso –“ you started, but he placed his forefinger against your lips to shush you. He crouched between your legs, his hair shining and masterfully mussed in the silver wash of the moon. “It’ll fit, love. But we can stop, any time. Don’t be afraid to tell me, I  want your first to be as comfortable as possible,” he kissed each of your knuckles, “besides which, don’t think I’m done with your pretty pussy just yet,” his eyes glinted at you, before a wide palm pressed itself against your sternum. You flopped onto your back, protests on your lips as you shuffled onto your elbows to watch Choso hook his fingers into your underwear and peel it from your wet cunt. He groaned at the strings of sticky cum that joined your pussy to your panties, tossing them aside as he lifted each of your thighs onto a shoulders.

You jumped at the feeling of Choso’s hot tongue against you, writhing as he earnestly began to eat you out. His tongue pulsed inside you, the obscene noises of his lips and tongue slurping and drinking you in causing you to fall back and throw an arm over your eyes. You crooned when he sucked your clit, that heat in your belly rising to a simmer once again. He slid the same two fingers back inside your needy cunt, sitting back onto his haunches to suck and lick love bites onto the skin of your inner thighs. He spread you open, scissoring out your walls in preparation for his cock. He fought the twitching of his cock at the sight of your little pussy clenching at nothing, at the thought of your tight walls if he plunged into you now. You needed to be ready. It would hurt, he knew he was too big for it to be an easy fit, but he wanted to do anything, everything, to make sure you were relaxed enough for him to take you tonight. His wife, joined together with him for the very first time, and hopefully not the last. He coaxed you toward another orgasm, stretching you out and pressing gently against your spot, circling your clit with his tongue and sucking on it harder as he felt you clamp down on his fingers.

Your second orgasm came by surprise, rocketing you to another high without the long build-up, without the chance fro you to hold back your cries of Choso’s name and blasphemous curses. You were so deep in a hot haze, floating on Choso’s spice-scented sheets and lost to reality.

…

You looked at your intertwined hands, at how Choso’s milk-white skin shone in the moonlight, at the nine silver bands stacked across his fingers, one for each brother, at the neat red nail polish he’d probably applied earlier in the day. Your hands fit perfectly in his. He gave your fingers a soft squeeze, urging you on.

The words flew out in a whisper, nothing more than the rustle of wind in the trees, of leaves falling to earth. “Choso, I think I love you.”

His fingers trailed up your arms, nails brushing along your skin, goosebumps forming in their gentle wake. Choso leaned forward, shifting toward you until his chest was level with your  knees. His gaze held you, deep, dark, limitless. You shivered. “Are you scared?” he held your whisper, his low voice vibrating through ribs to where his chest touched you. You nodded. “Why? Do you think I’ll reject you?” You nodded again, shifting your gaze to just above his shoulder. “Well, I’m not,” he tilted his head to interrupt your eyeline, “in fact, I return your feelings.” “Huh?” “I love you too, little one. Ever since Asakusa.” Oh. Not one of your best moments, really. A snap decision to throw Inumaki halfway across an underground parking lot and take the hit from the curse yourself. There had been at least ten better ways you could have solved the problem without either of you getting hurt, but you’d acted on instinct instead. And earned a nice scar across your chest for your troubles. And Choso’s feelings.

You looked at him, falling into his eyes, trying to memorise the soft upward curve of one of his rare smiles. “You love me,” you breathed, fiddling absently at the rolled cuffs of his shirt. “Yes, I do.” Champagne bubbled up through your chest, filling every painful cavity with sweet, fluttering, warmth. You smiled. Genuinely. He loved you too. But nothing changed. You were still trapped.

Choso grabbed your hands and tugged you upwards. You rose to your feet, breathtakingly close to him, close enough to feel his body heat, close enough to hear his heart beat. Hesitantly, softly, he encircled you in his arms, pulling your body against him with one arm around your shoulders, the other around your waist. You reached to clutch at the front of his shirt, and buried your face into the warmth of his chest. You felt him rest his cheek against the top of your head, hearing him inhaling deeply and exhaling in a rumbling hum of content. You breathed in the spice of his scent, creasing his shirt as your fingers tightened their hold on him. You didn’t want to let go. Not now. Not after you knew his embrace.

All too soon, he loosened his hold and looked down at you. “Now what?” you asked, your heartrate spiking as you took in the sight of him. “I’m going to kiss you, unless you tell me not to,” he lightly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his hands coming to softly grip your shoulders. You kept quiet. His eyes moved to your mouth and back to your eyes, asking you again, silently. You nodded.

His lips were soft, chapped. Choso’s kiss was light, barely the flutter of wings against your mouth. You stood on your toes and slid your palms up his chest. You felt his pectorals shift beneath the fabric of his shirt and he slung his arms around your waist. He kissed you again, this time, harder, longer, pressing his lips to yours in urgent prayer. Slowly you returned the kiss, letting the flow of his mouth guide you, mould your lips to his, move against him. And then it was over, and you were gasping for breath, pupils wide and eyes glossy. Your first kiss. Choso let out a long sigh, and rested his forehead against yours.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve dreamed of you, little one? When I heard Zen’in bragging about your engagement I thought I’d die,” the hands at your waist grasped the fabric of your sash, and Choso looked into your eyes, “but now that I have you, I don’t think I can let you go,” he whispered. You swallowed, feeling those tears resurface. Choso’s mouth tightened, “Your clan don’t see me as a person, let alone a human. Why do you think I never told you how I felt? If I approached you with the intention to marry your clan would probably send you away, or marry you off to Zen’in before we could even say goodbye,” Choso’s nose crinkled, and he cursed, more to himself than you, “I’ve never been ashamed of my heritage, ever, until I realised that I could never be with you as your partner.”

His eyes drifted, the band across his face skewed by his frown and scrunched up nose. You lifted your hand and cupped his cheek in your palm. His skin was smooth, cold. He leaned into your touch, and your heart hiccupped. You went over his words,

“Wait – intention to marry?” your voice was louder than you expected, and you half-looked around you to see if anyone had heard you. Choso nodded, “Of course. I know that it’s an old idea, but it’s one I believe in.” He was dead serious. You blinked, “You want to marry me.” “Yes. But -” Choso began. “Would you ask me if you could?” You rushed out. You were on a rush, dizzy on a kiss, drunk on the idea of this man’s devotion. “You mean, would I propose to you? Despite what your clan would do to you if you agreed?” You nodded. “Of course, my love,” there was that slight smile, “I’d ask now if I could.” “Then ask me, Choso. Ask me to be your wife,” you tugged lightly on his shirt and he leaned back to look at you, “But your clan?” “Forget about my clan, Cho. I want out – and I can get out, but I need to know if you’re serious about being with me before I do something stupid,” you stare into Choso’s eyes, watching as he goes over your words. “Of course I’m serious. I love you, endlessly. But there’s really no way a girl like you can get out of a clan, no matter how strong of a sorcerer you are,” his tone was soft, sad, and you squeezed his hand. “There is one way. One my sister used, unintentionally.” “What is it? I will help if I can.” “Well that would be useful, since I can’t really do this on my own,” you tilted you head to look at Choso, who frowned. “Little one? I don’t understand.” ��I can’t get married, or remain in the clan, if I’m not a virgin.”

…

“You ready for me, little one?” Choso pulled you back into orbit, his glistening face saintly as he looked up at you. You nodded and he clambered onto the bed. He picked you up and shuffled you until you lay on his pillows at the head of the mattress.  He grabbed a pillow and positioned it below your ass, spreading your limp legs out so that your cum-soaked cunt was on full display.

“So beautiful,” Choso kneeled back to look at you, eyes half-closed and glazed with lust. Somewhere between eating you out and positioning you, he’d rid himself of his briefs and now his thick cock pulsed against his lower abdomen. “Relax, my love,” he took his cock in hand and leaned over you. He spat into his palm and rubbed it along his shaft before running his cock through your folds, gathering your slick. He lowered himself to hold his body over yours on his forearm. “Breathe out slowly for me,” he instructed, his large tip at your fluttering entrance. You obeyed, exhaling in a steady stream, only hitching as he pushed his head inside you. A fresh wave of tears built up behind your eyelids, and you squeezed them shut, terrified that he’d stop if he saw your discomfort.

Chapped lips kissed softly at the corners of your eyes, reassurances whispering themselves against your cheeks as Choso sunk in another fat, hot inch. The stretch burned, but the anticipated fullness of his thick cock in your cunt sent tingles of arousal to your core that kept you open and ready for him. “You okay, love?” Choso asked, paused in perfect stillness, knuckles caressing your cheek whilst the other hand rubbed comforting circles into the flesh of your hip. “Yes, Choso,” you breathed, “please.” He peppered kisses over your face and pressed deeper into you, swallowing down your gasps in a sudden open-mouthed kiss. “You’re doing so well. Your pretty cunt is taking me so well, all tight and wet for me.” Choso whispered, as bottomed out in a long thrust into your velvet heat. He groaned then, cursing as he held himself still inside your gripping walls. You moaned, drawn out and strained, willing your muscles to relax around the hot cock inside you.

Eventually, all you could feel was Choso, the twitching of his length inside you, the incredible completeness you felt at the fullness of your cunt. You breathed in nothing but the sweet spice of his smell, only tasted the salt of his sweat and the bitter chocolate of his tongue. “Please, take me. I’m ready. Make me yours, Choso,” you prayed, lips against his, gazing into the darkness of his eyes. He hesitated, asking you silently for your certainty, you bucked your hips against his pelvis, and that was all the confirmation he needed. He moved out of you, hissing as he exposed all but his head before burying himself slowly back inside you. You moaned at the friction against your walls, at the press of his tip against a spot that had your eyes rolling back. You lifted your thighs to grip at his waist, and looped your arms under Choso’s to dig your nails into his rippling back muscles. You sighed out his name as the pain ebbed away with each careful roll of his hips into your heat, at the way he stared so deeply into your eyes.

Choso quickened, moving in shorter thrusts, small grunts falling from his lips as he lost himself in the heaven between your legs. You clung to him, nails creating red trails down his back, each fuck choking moans and whimpers from your mouth. God, you loved this man, the feeling of him rocking inside you even more divine than your fantasies, the sight of him above you more holy than the visage of angels, the sounds of your passion more heavenly than the most reverent hymns. With each push, the headboard of his bed knocked into the wall, the feet of the bed shifting over the old wooden floors with creaks and groans as Choso laid his love over you. His speed and intensity climbed, the prayer of your name and sung praises of your soul increased as he gave into your body, climbing to his own revelation. You rose with him, your back arched, mouth agape and body shuddering as each stroke claimed your pulsing depths, kissing the sensitive spot within your pussy.

“Choso – love – I’m gonna – I’m gonna cum – soon –“ you sobbed, and Choso rumbled his acknowledgement, shifting to rub your clit with small, tight circles. One hard thrust threw you to heaven, your orgasm sending your mind into spirals of white pleasure and a mess of twitching limbs. The sudden choking of your cunt around Choso’s cock sent him into his own climax, the pair of you groaning at the warmth of his white love filling your insides. Choso slowed his thrusts, mumbling praises into your collarbone until he stilled, your panting and the thick squelch of your mixed fluids the only sounds in the room.

“My wife,” Choso whispered, kissing along your shoulder, over the dark marks he’d left before, “are you okay?” He sounded a little scared, and you smiled, lacing your fingers into his sweat-soaked hair and pulling his face back to look at him properly, “Never better, Choso. I love you,” you placed a soft kiss on his lips, waiting until he gave you his smile. “I love you too, little one.” He pulled himself from you, pausing only to watch his cum dribble from your now-empty cunt. You barely remembered what happened after that, only the steaming water of a bath and Choso’s firm fingers working at your aching muscles, and the deep warm sleep curled up in his arms.

…

“I’m so sorry,” you said, holding the pillowcase out, the dark-red drops accusatory. “Relax, love. Do you really think a little bit of blood will disturb me? Me?” Choso folded his arms, a teasing curl on his lips as he leaned against his kitchen counter. You grumbled into the collar of his sweater, perched on a couch, your stiff legs folded beneath you. “Plus, isn’t that normal?” Choso placed your mug of tea on the table in front of you before seating himself right beside you. You shrugged, “Apparently, but most girls tear their hymens before sex from being active, you know? I thought with all the combat I do – “ you frowned, but threw the pillowcase you’d lain on when Choso had fucked you last night aside and snuggled into his side. You’d just settled when there was a knock on the door, and you and Choso shared nervous looks. He got up and opened the door, only to hold up your overnight bag in confusion. There was no-one at the door. “That’s mine. I was meant to sleep over with Maki.” You took your bag. There was a note attached,

Thought you might need this – don’t think it would look too good to be seen in his clothes. Tried to cover for you, but was too late. Nearly everyone knows. It didn’t help that half the campus heard you two trying to break the bed. The elders are in one hell of a state – and Naoya looks like he’s planning a murder.

I suggest the pair of you get off campus ASAP.

BTW good idea. Not that I’d do that. But that’s one way to get out of the clan.

“Maki thinks we should get out of here,” you looked up to your partner, who fiddled with his ring as you read the note. “Where to? You can’t go home.” “That was the point,” you giggled, “I’ve got an account separate to the family. We could go anywhere, really. Just soon. Zen’in is on the warpath.” Choso shrugged before rising to his feet, “I don’t blame him. He just lost his special little virgin fiancée to a curse, one that had beat him in combat before, too.” “Yeah, well if he comes after us, I’m gonna show him how much more I am than a brood mare to be locked away from jujutsu sorcery.” “You’ll show him why even Okkotsu is scared of you,” Choso smiled. Right then, your overnight bag began to ring.

You retrieved your phone from amongst your toiletries and pyjamas. Fifty missed calls from various clan members, and a very awkward text from Itadori apologising for last night. It was your sister, so you answered, holding the phone away from your ear as she screamed through the speakers, “Welcome to the family disappointments club, kiddo! I honestly didn’t think you’d go through with it, but good for you. Was he hot at least? Is he a one-hit wonder? Or do I have to meet this guy? Is it true that he’s a Death Painting? If so, that’s fucking hilarious – not only did you break the family by popping your cherry before marriage, but you did it with taboo dick.” Choso stared at the phone, eyes wide. “Shut up,” you deadpanned in response, “you talk too much.” “Yeah, yeah, but you still love me.” “Unfortunately. Look, can I call later? Cho and I need to make a run for it, now.” You hung up, ignoring the babbling on the other end and giving Choso a smile. You held his tags that hung around your neck. His vow to you, your promise to him. “Well, husband, what do you say to running away?”

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