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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

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Never Have I Ever Before

Kinkmas Day 2: Bondage

Relationship: Curtis Everett x fem!reader (timber and flower NLLYL AU)

Words: ~1.1k

Summary: Curtis would let you do anything to him.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, teasing, striptease, shibari, creampie, ‘just the tip’, pussyjob) established relationship, furniture breaking with sexy activities, Curtis is a giant (literally) softie, almost no plot, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: I love them! Their dynamic is so fun and Curtis is so smitten I can’t stand it. They are precious 🥰

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“Flower… baby…” Curtis grunted when he tried to yank his arms free so he could run his hands over your curves, but they stayed where they were above his head in spite of his efforts and he just grunted in frustration. “Where the hell did you learn to tie knots like this?”

“Girl Scouts.” You giggled and bit your lip when he wiggled underneath you again, running your hands over his torso and admiring the pattern of the ropes over his yummy muscles before you started grinding your lace covered pussy over his bare cock again. “Stop being so wiggly, it’s not like I’m just gonna tease you all night.”

“Uh-huh.” He groaned when you cupped your breasts in the exact way he had been hoping to, trying to drive his hips up so he could finally be inside you. “You say this after you spent thirty minutes tying me up, then another half hour dancing around in nothing but my flannel and those fucking panties while you took pictures of me, so excuse me for getting a little impatient.”

“Very impatient.” You winked at him before slowly starting to unbutton the extra large shirt, wiggling your hips while it slid down your shoulders as you watched his eyes grow darker. “Hungry boy.”

“Don’t think I’m the only one who’s hungry, little girl.” Curtis managed to rock his hips up just a bit and grinned when he felt his cock nudge against your clothed cunt. “Know that pussy drools for me when she’s all empty like this, how can you keep her deprived, flower? Isn’t she aching so bad?”

“I’m in charge right now, timber, don’t be sneaky.” You slapped his cheek playfully and squeaked out a laugh when he blinked rapidly with a slightly shocked look on his face. “Just relax.”

He fucking couldn’t. Not when you squeezed his pecs and pinched his nipples while you rubbed the soaked lace of your panties over his throbbing dick and gave him that coquettish look. God, you were fucking cute even when you were driving him insane, the way your nose wrinkled up when you giggled again and licked your lips making his heart feel like it was about to burst out of his chest.

You heard him whimper and your entire body shivered, your fingers curling around the ropes that were wrapped around his chest and gripping them tight while you started rolling your body faster. Having your giant tree of a man completely at your mercy was perhaps the most incredible feeling you’d ever had, especially when he got all flushed and breathless and you could see the way his muscles were bulging as he struggled against his bindings. He was beautiful and unbelievably soft and yours, just yours. You needed to ruin him.

“Mmmm, my timber.” You purred when you curled over him and nibbled on his chest, growling softly when you felt his cock jump where you had it pinned between against his abs and peeking at him through your lashes while you reached between the two of you. “Maybe just the tip.”

“Shit, baby girl…” Curtis hissed when you shoved your panties to the side and slipped his fat head inside you, straining his neck as he tried to at least kiss the top of your head when you immediately clenched around him. “You’re gonna drive me fucking insane.”

“Good, that’s what I want.” You slowly circled your hips and hummed when you leaned up to suck at the underside of his jaw, feeling his throat vibrate when he whined for you as your pussy squeezed and fluttered around him. “It’s only fair, since I’m crazy for you.”

“That so? Ah, Jesus!” He tried to slide into you further when you pulled off him slightly, grinding his teeth when his tip was finally back in your sticky, wet warmth and letting out tortured breaths through his nose as he held back. “Baby, I need more, please.”

“More? You want me to take every inch of your fat cock, timber?” You nibbled on his chin and smiled when he groaned and nodded for you, squeezing his hips with your knees and pulling on the ropes so the braided silk rubbed smoothly over his torso. “Maybe I will, but first I want you to come inside me so you can fuck it deep where it belongs.”

Yeah, you were going to kill him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. As soon as he felt your pussy shudder and gush all over his dick he came with a bitten off shout, his back arching off the bed and a sharp crack breaking through the air in your bedroom as he fell apart for you. Curtis wasn’t even aware of what was happening except for the fact that pleasure was exploding from the base of his spine, his vision whiting out and his whole body shaking while his cum filled you to the brim and leaked out of you to stain his hips as he dragged in tortured breaths.

When he came to you were shaking with laughter while your face was buried in his chest, his cock fully sheathed inside you and his arms wrapped around you even though the center of your headboard was still bound to wrists. That would explain the loud crack, and why it seemed like the head of your bed was slightly lower than the rest of it.

“Umm, hmmm.” Curtis bit his lip and chuckled when you peeked back up at him and your eyes were filled with tears of mirth, trying to get his wrists undone and still failing. “I would apologize, but I seem to remember warning you this was a possibility.”

“You did, but I thought you and Ari were exaggerating.” You squeaked when he sat up suddenly and pecked you on the nose, lifting his arms so he could rest them between the two of you while you undid your knots. “Who actually breaks a bed during sex?”

“Me! I told you.” He couldn’t stop giving you little kisses while you worked, nuzzling your cheeks and sucking on your lips even when you rolled your eyes at him. “And not just beds, this is why I told you we need to reinforce all of your furniture.”

#natalie writes #natalie’s kinkmas 2022 #no love like your love au #timber and flower #curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x y/n #curtis everett x you #curtis everett fluff #curtis everett smut #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #eighteen and over #eighteen plus

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bernardsunglasses · 5 months

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“Uh,” Bernard said.

“Hi,” Tim said.

“Hello,” Darla said.

Bernard dug his heels in a little bit. Tim gave him a serious look, and Bernard’s chest twisted.

“Dude.” He let himself be yanked down the hall through the slowly-thinning crowd. “If you’re about to tell me you’re here with an important message from my future self, or that you’re stuck in a time-loop, or that you have a tiny, sick alien living in your house that we have to load up in a bike basket—”

A birthday fic for the 20th anniversary of Bernard's first appearance in Robin #121

Relationships: Darla Aquista & Bernard Dowd & Tim Drake, Pre-relatinoship Bernard Dowd/Tim Drake

Characters: Bernard Dowd, Tim Drake, Darla Aquista

Additional Tags: Bernard Dowd-centric, birthday, Tim Drake is a Good Friend, Pre-Relationship, fluff, high school, Chef Bernard Dowd references, pre-War Games (DCU), insecurity

Word count: 3,411, chapter 1/1

#Bernard Dowd #Tim Drake #Darla Aquista #Timber #Timbern #Louis E. Grieve era #fluff #lilac hyacinth writing #I wrote this in a rush because I'm sick rn and busy with prepping for Christmas but it's Bernard's 20th anniversary!!!#I had to post smth for him

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doyouhavethisplush · 16 days

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500 Follower Fluff-Off: ROUND 7

Webkinz Signature Timber Wolf (Fluffalots Cuddlewolf)

Aquatic Wonders Marlin (Mr. Marlon)

Propaganda below the cut!

Webkinz Signature Timber Wolf:

Such a loyal, beautiful lad!

Soft fur, kind eyes, he has it all.

There are so many beautiful pictures of him online!

On Webkinz, he comes with a cool cliff to sit upon and howl! What a beautiful singing voice!

Vote for an old and special boy today!!!!

Aquatic Wonders Marlin:

Here comes OP's bias

ITS MR. MARLON, MY BEST FRIEND

He has ANXIETY, he likes FROZEN GRAPES, he HAS A GIRLFRIEND

Here he is, kissing his girlfriend, Bella the Shrimp

#plush #plushie #plushblr #500 follower fluff off #webkinz signature timber wolf #aquatic wonders marlin

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notquitehuman-creations · 7 months

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[ // artistic nudity ]

them!! made anthro models for Timber and Whisper ^^ gonna put them in little outfits

#nqh art #warriors oc #anthro warrior cats #anthro #furry #furry art #Timbermoth #Whisperstream #they are gay married #gay #transgender #trans artist #also yes i am well aware that timbers fluff changes every time i draw him #but i think ill stick with this #he gets it from his mother #v fluffy #artistic nude

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sapphire-draws-art · 1 year

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Timber has done so much damage to me

Like I saw this cat at my school and my first thought was "omg its the timber cat" 😭😭

#LIKE I KNOW THESE ARE ACTUAL CATS IRL AND WHAT THEY ARE #DONT GET ME WRONG #BUT MY BRAIN ASSOCIATES IT WITH TIMBER NOW #i have an unhealthy obsession with them #theyve took over my brain #anyways pls give timber a cat ty #furparents timber pls #i need my fluff #tim drake #bernard dowd #dc #timbern #timber #tim x bernard

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fleur-de-violette · 11 months

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Sister duty

A3O

Cass talks to Tim about his newfound boyfriend.

Written for the prompt “female character act like a big sister”

“I saw you.”

Tim turned back quickly. He hadn’t seen Cass at the door of his room.

“Hum?”

“I saw you,” she repeated, and suddenly, her phone was in front of his face. With tons of pictures. Of him. With Bernard. Ok, that was creepy. He started to understand how Bruce and Dick might have felt when they learned he had been doing the same.

Cass stayed there for a while before asking, “are you happy?”

Tim smiled. After everything, he thought he had forgotten how happy felt like. But now, with his family by his side, and with Bernard…

“Yes. Yes, I’m happy.”

She gave him back his smile. “Good. Because if not…” the move she made left no room for interpretation.

Tim laughed. “I think I can defend myself.”

Cass shrugged. “Just in case. If you need me, I’m here.”

“I know. Thank you, Cass.”

And then, like a shadow, she was gone. But not before Tim could hear, “I’m happy. That you’re happy.”

Hope you enjoyed it !

#batfam #fanfiction #my writing #cassandra cain #tim drake #timber #fluff

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werewolfcave · 3 months

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Even more character designs for Unfinished: Rewritten!

"Fluff" is a ghost whose appearance is a bit different depending on who is seeing him.

#fluff/sunrise #timber/fenrir #unfinished #i did the art thing

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 10 months

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Hello! I'm glad you liked my request for demons! Gregory, Cheslock, Joanne, and Edgar with a human s/o! I also happened to have requested Snake, Cheslock, Gregory, Joanne, and Charles Gray with a s/o who has snakes (at first I thought it didn't went through when you opened the ask box for requests before the demon one I sent in, but I'm so glad it did because your writing was as good as always ahh 😭)! If it's alright, could I request Snake, Joanne, Bravat, Hannah, and the triplets with a demon! s/o this time? More specifically, one that has the attributes of a snow leopard because they are so pretty and I find their habit of biting their tail to be adorable (there are pictures online if you're interested)! If not, then that is completely fine 😊 and to make things easier for you, I shall use these 💙🌹 to let you know it's me since you may see me a lot haha!

aaaaaaa thank you so much for those requests, I loved them both so much!!

definitely please never stop sending things in~

I did my best!! <3

Well, well, now… what an interesting person he has on his arm. Supernatural creatures in general are exciting to him, to the point that he would probably seek out a nonhuman S/O over a fellow human. And (Name)? Why, they’re a precious little thing! How is he supposed to resist someone like that? Even after he’s been with them for a while, he’s still fawning over them. Quietly, of course. Despite that most things about their human form are perfect, they do have small spots all over… they’re faint, but enough for him to be able to trace if he ever feels the urge to do so in public. And, given that they only have their tail out in private, seeing them bite it — that makes him feel like there’s a side of him that only he gets to see. He teases them to no end about it by whispering in their ear while the two of them are around others.

Oh, no, what a sweetheart. She has quite the adorable partner, doesn’t she? Honestly, she never thought that she would end up having another demon as her S/O. She’s always preferred the company of humans; other demons tend to be cruel and selfish. (Though, so can some humans.) One thing she’s thankful for is that she can be herself around them. There’s no need to hide or fret about when she’s going to reveal her true nature. Besides, they’re just… adorable. She’s got a soft spot for cute things like them. She loves that they don’t need to hide around her; as long as Alois doesn’t care about his servants showing their demonic forms unless they must blend in, she gets to see the true, undisguised (Name), all the time. And the tail biting? Aaah, she’s squealing in silence.

Oh, good heavens, a demon?! To say he’s terrified of the idea at first is an understatement. He’s grown up thinking that demons are nightmares, beasts from hell, and that all they do is sow chaos and discord. That one is actually loving and acts incredibly soft with him… it’s… it’s a surprise. But, it’s a pleasant one. There’s something humbling that someone like them wants to spend time with someone like him. It makes him very happy indeed! Of course, there’s the small issue that… he’s allergic to cats. (And, well, everything with fur.) That said, if they stay in their human form, he finds it isn’t so much a bother. And they’re so… beautiful. He could stay awake running his fingertips over their markings forever. While he won’t really encourage the tail biting… well… as long as it isn’t hurting them… they’re so precious!! He covers his face and almost blushes himself to death every time he sees them doing it.

(Oh, hm, well. They’re sort of like you in a way, aren’t they?) Well, no, it’s not exactly the same, Keats. Although he’s well aware that being a demon who happens to have animal traits isn’t the same as whatever he is… Snake can’t help feeling a little closer to his S/O upon discovering their real nature. He’s never met anyone who’s like him in this way. The markings, the behaviors, it’s all so endearing — it reminds him of the way that he’s like snakes. Despite not finding it endearing in himself, he finds it quite adorable in (Name). Is that… maybe… how they see him…? If nothing else, he’s glad that he met someone who’s similar to he is, even if it’s not the same, even if they’re a demon, even if they sometimes do strange (and admittedly cute) things like biting their tail. They’re a phenomenal cuddler, and that’s something he thoroughly appreciates.

Oh… so… so different! What an odd and precious little thing they have on their hands. So many demons are based on dark things like ravens and spiders and, hm, what even is Hannah? What are they themselves?? Either way. One couldn’t get farther from those inky-black animals than a leopard which is mostly white and blue. For that, it draws the triplets in. Anything out of the norm gets their attention. It’s also safe to say all three of them feel very secure with another demon… they’ve got their S/O, and they’ve got Hannah, and even Claude’s presence discourages any other demons from fucking around too close to the estate. However, they’re also willing to fight if (Name) needs to be protected. The tail biting thing? It’s an animal thing mixed with a demon thing, so they all tend to giggle about it and whisper amongst themselves how absolutely precious it is. The three of them love it when their S/O wants to be with all of them, even though they value separate times with (Name)… to them, it’s kind of sweet to have four demons (even if three of them used to be one person) in one big relationship. It’s… fun.

#💙🌹 anon #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Bravat #Hannah #Joanne #Snake #Triplets #Thompson #Timber #Canterbuy #reaction #romantic #fluff #drama #YESSSSS BABIES~#one hell of a queue

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pinkiepie20000 · 4 months

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Stop clogging the tags

i stead of worrying abt me u should probably go worry abt yr rat infestation

#genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x you #genshin impact #ermmm what the scallop #shiver me timbers #im shaking in my boots

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kathrynsbabygirl · 11 months

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can you write me leon porn pwease >w<

ERMM… WHAT THE FLIP BRO NOT COOL. THAT IS NOT APPROPRIATE TO ASK. IM LITTERALY GOIBG TO TELL MY MOMMY😡😡😡

GRRR

(I farted)😻🤭

#bakugou fluff #yandere #i want to be weightless #shiver me timbers #ahhhhhhhhhh

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fanfic-favorites · 2 years

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Billions of dollars and silk suits and heavy rings dripping off fingers, but Bruce was never truly happy until he met Dick, then Jason, then the rest of them. So Gotham’s old fortune can kiss Tim’s ass.

Bernard...doesn’t seem to think so. Not in the least, if the nervous bob of his Adam's apple is anything to go by.

Tim creeps behind him, utterly silent until his nose almost tickles the back of Bernard’s neck, then whispers in his ear, “It’s haunted.”

Bernard shrieks.

Alfred opens the door.

A solid ton of polished oak and brass and institution caresses the floor in a sweeping curve, giving way to Bernard, Batman t-shirt underneath a blazer, cherry red in the face. Tim snickers beside him.

or, wins and losses in turns, and being twenty is epidemic, but tim manages to wrestle with life enough to tug bernard into place beside him

#timber #timbern #tim drake #bernard dowd #angst #idiots #identity reveal #coming out #fluff #061828

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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

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Timber and Flower going ice skating together 🧊

Eeep, they’re so cute, this is perfect for them!!

Pure fluff, and the fact that I can’t stop teasing all the things that are coming for our faves, but no other warnings.

“How are you so bad at this?” You laughed lightly when Curtis almost pulled you down again, spluttering when he gave you a pathetic look as you helped him back to his feet while he wobbled on baby deer legs. “Did they not have ice skating in Vermont?”

“I didn’t exactly run with the figure skating crowd… shit!” He gripped your hands tightly while you skated backwards slowly and guided him around the rink while he stayed hunched over awkwardly. “Don’t let go of me.”

“I won’t. What about hockey?” You bit your lip when he just shook his head and tried tentatively moving his feet, sighing when two little girls glided past you easily before turning back to your clumsy tree of a man. “So what you’re saying is I’m the one who’s going to have to teach our kids to skate.”

“Our what?!” Curtis straightened up too fast and keeled backwards, dragging you with him until he was flat on his back and you flopped on top of him with a shriek. “Fuck, are you okay, baby? Our kids?!”

“I’m fine, you didn’t hit your head did you?” You ran a hand over his face and smiled warmly when he mumbled no and just gave you a stunned look. “I dunno, I was just thinking about stuff.”

“And kids is stuff?” He sat up and held your face in his hands, blowing out a deep breath when you chewed on your lip and nodded before avoiding his gaze. “Well, what other stuff were you thinking about?”

“Just, the future.” You helped him to his feet and let him lean on you while you led him off the rink, squeaking when he pulled you into his lap after you made him sit on the bench so you felt extra tiny but so safe as you played with the buttons on his coat. “Like, we’ll obviously get married first, and we’ll foster kids in a big house outside of the city where we can rescue more animals.”

“Flower, you want to foster?” He was so in love with you he was pretty sure his heart was about to burst out of his chest. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” You gasped when he kissed your cheek before burying your face in his shoulder as you started to feel shy about your plans. “I know you had such a tough time in the system and I just want to give as many kids a nice life as I can.”

“Okay, well, we can definitely talk about that.” He cupped your jaw and tilted your head back so he could gaze into your eyes, smiling warmly when you gave him a nervous look. “You’re my future, flower, we’ll talk about anything you want. Now let’s go get some cocoa.”

You beamed at him while you helped him take off his skates, letting him hold your hand and pressing your cheek against his bicep while he walked with you, your little talk making him feel much better about the house he just bought and the fact he was looking for a ring.

ᥴ᥆mᥱ ȷ᥆іᥒ mᥡ 𝖿ᥣᥙ𝖿𝖿mᥲs ᥴᥱᥣᥱᑲrᥲ𝗍і᥆ᥒ!!

#natalie answers #anon answered #no love like your love au #no love like your love spoilers #timber and flower #timber and flower spoilers #curtis everett #curtis everett fluff #curtis everett x y/n #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x you #chris evans #chris evans character #asks are always open

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jeonride · 10 months

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seungcheol reading list / fic recs !

don't forget to like + reblog the fics that you like to support the authors <3

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written by @cheolism :

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Couch Comfort (fluff)

The Great War (historical au, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers) by @amourcheol

written by @lovelyhan :

Down Bad (So So Bad) (friends to lovers, fluff, smut)

Thirst Trap (smut, fluff, established relationship)

Sonder (angst, smut, knight!cheol) by @jundundun

Gryffindor Captain (hogwarts au, angst, smut, one sided love) by @http-mianhae

written by @toruro :

Exes and Oh's (angst, smut, rebuilding relationship)

The Cake In The Back (smut, fluff, rich dilf!cheol)

All For You (smut, fluff, hurt/comfort) by @gfcheol

Push It Down (Sooner or Later It All Will Comes Out) Series by @dontflailmenow

Crossing Boundaries (smut, fluff, single dad au) by @wonusite

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A Witches Apothecary for All Your Desires and Needs (smut, angst, witch!au)

Who's in Control? (smut)

Setting The Mood (smut, fluff) by @playmetheclassics

Black Suit (smut, mafia boss!cheol) by @gyuranhae

Lover (smut, strangers to lovers, sugar daddy au) by @starlightxsvt

Terrifyingly Innocent The Series (smut) by @twogyuu

I Like You (smau with some written parts. fluff, angst, doctor!cheol x nurse!reader) by @taeyegu

Your Touch; My Lullaby (fluff, smut, angst) by @j6shua

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Tomorrow Tonight (friends to lovers, angst, mutual pining) by @cheolbooluvr

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doyouhavethisplush · 25 days

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500 Follower Fluff-Off: Propaganda Round 7

Webkinz Signature Timber Wolf by Ganz VS Aquatic Wonders Marlin by GUND

Submit Propaganda in Replies and Reblogs!

#500 follower fluff off #plush propaganda #webkinz signature timber wolf #aquatic wonders marlin

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yorsgirl · 1 month

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Perhaps, in another realm

Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: An elixir of life – you, destined solely for his consumption. Yet, in his pursuit, he forgot, he sipped away your essence, your breath of life.

Tropes: Dark romance, Angst, fluff.

Warnings: implied nsfw, implied forced intimacy, forced marriage, baby-trapping, knife play, yandere themes, isolation, trauma, one-sided love implied, non-explicit violence, mild stockholm syndrome(to empathize with one's captor), misogyny, minor character death, healthily unhealthy relationship, Sukuna being a red-green flag, Sukuna has eyes for no one except his wife.

General Warnings: Heian Era, strict Japanese setting, usage of Japanese terms(glossary provided), True form!Sukuna, husband!Sukuna, wife!reader, usage of nicknames, no mentions of y/n.

Word Count: 3.7k

Glossary || Pictures

Ryomen Sukuna beholds secrets which he musn't.

Each dawn's awakening, he notes the sun's radiant dance on your irises. Marking the gentle arc of your lips, a telltale sign of mirth's embrace. By the garden's edge, he watches as the winds tousle and play with your hair curls.

With each flicker of your essence, he can't help but feel a pang of frustration at his own inability to guard his heart against the allure of your presence. Each time your unpredictability unfolds before him, he curses his own vulnerability for the arising tenderness within him.

It vexes him deeply.

Gnawing at the recesses of his, once assumed, dormant heart. Yet, now brought to life by unknown sensations – fuzzy and irksome.

An elixir of life – you. Meant to be solely consumed by him.

Your intricate curls destined to be twirled in his fingers alone. Singularly, he'd stand as the privileged observer, captivated by your brilliant elegance. Your figure draped in the resplendent folds of an opulent kimono, delicately bestowed upon you by his hands.

Thus, he embarked on the sole course he could comprehend – take you.

Splitting you away from the familiarity of a family, hearth and hamlet; for in his eyes, your fragile essence demands his safeguarding against this wicked, cruel realm.

Persuading you, that a life enfolded in his embrace had no reason for trepidation. Your purity, too immaculate to endure the harshness of existence.

Yet, persuasion faltered; your resolute heart held no inclination to remain in his grasp. Mounting a relentless siege, to break free from him and his distorted path.

"You crave peril as I assume, so be it," He conceded. "But know this: I'll be the sole peril haunting your very being."

Pressed beneath the weight of his body upon the bed, your resistance proves to be futile against his strength. Leaving you ensnared in a struggle where defiance falters in presence of his immense power.

"Isn't this what you desired? Didn't you yearn for peril?" He questions, his forefinger trailed across the delicate curve of your neck, assessing the rhythmic beat of your pulse point.

"Fear not, I shall burn the world down to literal ashes until none poses a threat to you, save for me, of course."

For danger, befalling upon you while his eyes held the witness and hands were the forebearer of pain – he'd allow. After all, he embodied peril, haunting humanity for centuries.

"My dearest," He began, twirling a blade before your defiant gaze. "I've wielded this to afflict your kin but fear not, it shall yield pure ecstacy for you."

Said so, he thrusted the timber end of the blade within your slick, delicate folds. Your screams shunned out over his malevolent laughter, fingers twisted the cotton sheets as he glided the blade in-and-out of you.

Blood dripped down his wounded hand, staining the white to red, yet his countenance held no response to pain. Gaze fixated upon your shuddering form, underneath him.

He was no stranger to the acts committed in bed. Knowledgeable of all ministrations and threads he needed to ensnared in order to make it pleasurable. Yet, you found no pleasure in this undoing.

The act of intimacy, which you envisioned to be filled with love while your lover would pepper kisses on your skin much akin to the gentle touch of spring's warmth.

That dream left shattered like shards of glass when your chastity was cruelly left to ruins under his harsh caress.

The night stretched on, your anguish unending as he remained vigilant, subjecting you to his torment.

When it ceased, he gingerly held your fragility while tears streamed down your eyes. He cradled your head in his palm, enfolding your trembling form against his chest as he murmured endearments into your parched ears.

You feebly hit on his chest, for you were seeking comfort from your captor – a sickening act.

He brought you pain and despair, yet here he was, bringing you solace in his arms. A sickening man, indeed, he was.

And with him, you were to stay.

You kneeled before the shrine deity.

Decked in a white shiromuku with traces of pink pattern embellishing the fabric, haori lowered just above your lips – grateful to the one who dressed you. Moisture laden lashes would've been a sight for sore eyes.

Beside you, your husband knelt. A black montsukini hakama draped around your self-proclaimed fiance and soon to be husband. Perhaps, you'd have seized the moment to admire him in such a lavish attire if he didn't commit the acts he did.

Abduction and coercion reigned heavy on your mind, the priest's chanting muffled over your loud thoughts. Your fear of the impending, palpable.

Later, you stood by his side, bedecked in jewels, unknown to you. Countless villagers and curses bowed before you but you were a foreigner to such deference.

It was his decree. For he was the King of curses and you – his consort, his queen.

Sukuna witnessed you gazing at the pond situated in his garden.

You gazed upon the lotus blooming at the heart of the pond, longingly. Reaching out for it, the trailing end of your garment splashed in the water – a futile attempt, too distant to grasp.

He stifled a snort on the brink of his lips as he descended into the garden, tethering on the stoned pads placed in between soil – approaching you.

"You desire that flower, wife?"

You rose swiftly, clutching the dampened hem of your attire. Refusing to meet his gaze, you brushed off the fabric, clearing away the soil.

"Apologies," You murmured. "I was just curious."

"That doesn't answer my question." He stated, an arch of his eyebrow at your frame. "Do you yearn for it?"

Standing before him, a hush lingered in the air, mere seconds passing. Fingers fidgeting, you nibbled on your inner cheek.

"Perhaps," you admitted, finally locking eyes with his feet once he takes a step forward. Bracing for the inevitable, you tightly shut your eyes.

You shouldn't have considered it. Entertaining the thought of plucking it behind his back, hoping he wouldn't notice, all the while unaware of his presence. You should have realized. Defiance in the past had met harsh retribution. This would be no exception.

"I beg–"

"Enough," He interjected.

You gritted your teeth, fists clenched tightly. This was worse. A single mistake, and you're sealed to a worse fate.

Yet, the vision never bore life.

He took your right hand, delicately clasping it within his own. Slowly, he pried open each finger, tenderly placing something within. Curiosity overrides your apprehension, and you cautiously open your eyes – finding the lotus nestled in your palm.

Your lips parted in astonishment as you gaze up at him, wonderstruck.

"Apologies should not leave your lips for trying to claim what is rightfully yours." He asserted, a ghost of an arc perched upon his lips.

"You desire something, you speak up," He waited, letting the words sink down. "Its upon me, how I'll bring it to fruition."

"You are to accompany master to dinner tonight," Uraume conveyed, head and eyes lowered in a humble bow.

The fusuma slid shut, signaling their departure, leaving you to your solitude once again.

Lately, companionship has been ceased from your existence. Confined to your chambers by Sukuna's decree that none other than he should share a moment with you. Save for his devoted servant and few maids he deemed worthy, who prepared you for the day.

Upon your bed, you rested, gazing into a void. Softly humming a melody, reminiscent of a distant song, echoing from the depths of your memory; harkening down the familial embrace in your ancestral village.

The day commenced to dusk, the sky donning a cloak of darkness – welcoming the night's silhouette.

Attended by chosen handmaidens, you were draped in a lavish kimono of crimson and ivory. Crushed red cherry paste graced your lips, a stroke of kohl ran along your lashlines.

You beheld your reflection, lovely; yet the joy eluded you. Unable to savor your captivating visage amidst your plight.

You were escorted to the dining hall by Uraume. As the doors parted, your captor, your husband, awaited you; seated on the head of the table. You took your place across him, evading his malevolent stare, your attention fixed solely on the delicacies presented by the servants.

"Afraid to meet my gaze, wife?" He inquired, his smirk palpable in his tone.

Still, you didn't meet his gaze, eyes fixed on your folded hands resting neatly on your lap. "I fear, I am not deserving to meet your eyes, your highness."

His sight danced upon your figure, measuring you as though you were his quarry. A chuckle escaped him as he poured the sake in his ochoko, indulging in a sip.

"Amusing, how you speak so when you are moons away from birthing my offspring, wife."

Your frame grew rigid, lips drawn tight whilst you glanced at your burgeoning womb.

Restraints couldn't bond you to him forever, he comprehended that moons past. Thus, he had to resort to unruly stratagems. Seeding you with his progeny – rendering you incapable of fleeing him.

If only, you acquiesced and remained by his side, as he craved, he wouldn't have acted thus. But your resolve left him with no alternative.

Not a matter to ponder his head upon, he would've planted his seed in you eventually. A kinship with you, his aspiration.

"I wouldn't leave you famished in such a state, wife. Begin eating." He declared, slicing a strip of meat with his chopsticks.

Eating, as if it were possible in such a condition. The satisfaction of a hearty meal has long deserted you. You didn't suspect the flavors of dishes perched before you. Furthermore, you lacked appetite.

You partook in meals solely to survive.

With adjoined palms, you offered a silent prayer to the almighty reigning above you. And so, you began.

Blood bathed the tatami mats of your chambers.

A severed head of a, newly appointed, handmaiden, laid near your feet. Her corpse, probably resulted into hundreds– no thousands of strips, indistinguishable.

Your stance remained rigid and motionless. Terror evident on your countenance, fragile fingertips shaking with shock and apprehension.

"Ah wife," Your husband's voice echoed in your ears. He approached you, stepping over the puddle of blood and sliced flesh.

"You weren't supposed to witness that– come," He gingerly caressed your skin, ushering you out of his chambers with a hand on your back.

"Uraume," He summoned his loyal servant, as on cue, they knelt before their master. "Have the maids tidy this mess."

With the subtle nod, Uraume pivoted around, carrying out their master's command alike a proclamation from thee almighty.

Snapping a life wasn't on his schedule today. He wished to spent it with you, hence summoning you back to your chambers.

Perhaps, a foolish handmaiden, attracted by his visage, made the decision to lure him with her appeal. Lowering her uniform to display her curve of of breast, singing praises of his brilliance to him.

Taken him to be resembling any ordinary man, giving into his desires by just any woman's revealed skin. Alas! He had no interest in any woman other than his wife.

An act of like that, only receives the treatment he'd bestow upon any mortal other than you.

Death.

"I must say, you look lovely, my queen." Twirling a strand of your hair, he pushed it behind your ear.

Upon the engawa of your husband's abode, you knelt, sight fixated on the swarm of fireflies illuminating the garden.

Sukuna held his stance beside you, lower two hands bearing his weight behind, the third perched upon his arched knee. He set the kiseru down with the fourth, his thumb and forefinger lifted your chin; coaxing your towards him.

"Intriguing, you are," He remarked, eyebrow arched.

"Such defiance you displayed upon our initial union, and now, you show indifference. Continuously subjecting me to such blank stares and compliance." A hint of exasperation lingered his tone.

"Isn't that what you wished for?" You retorted, a moment later.

Drawing you near, his lips brushed against yours, "Perhaps, I did do." He murmured, breath caressing your cheeks, prompting a flutter of your eyelids.

"But now, I yearn for something greater."

With that, he seized your lips in a fervent, fiery kiss. Only parting, a hair's breath away, to allow you to catch your breath.

He pivoted you gently, drawing you into his embrace. Two arms encircled your waist, one caressing your swollen belly. Third, Brushing aside your hair, you heard the tinkling of ornaments. Moments later, a chain adorned your neck, a crimson gemstone nestled between your collarbones.

"Ruby?"

"Rubies are ill-suited during pregnancy, its diamond" He corrected, whispering beside your ear, securing the clasp of the chain. "Unlike most, this one's tint sets it apart than rest."

"For what?" You questioned, assessing the gem like it were poison. Grasping it between your middle finger and thumb, the lantern lights reflected on its surface. Though small, you knew it amounted to more than your ancestral wealth.

"Do I need a reason to spoil my wife with jewels?"

A moment passed in silence, your gazed him through your peripheral vision, the next. "Perhaps not, its beautiul."

"Turn around," He commanded, you complied instinctively. Turning your body to face him.

His gaze met yours at first, second they drifted to the chain bedecked on your neck and on third, he glanced at both, at once.

The jewel's radiance evoked with you being it's wearer.

A grin cracked upon his lips, gingerly holding your cheek in his calloused hands in which you begrudgingly leaned in. With a mouth, summoned on his palm, he placed a chaste kiss on your skin.

"Just how Intriguing you are, wife."

Love for your son eluded you.

A splitting image of his father with the identical hair and carmine tinted eyes. You pondered if he'd grow up to be just like your husband.

At days, you couldn't muster the courage to cast your eyes upon him. His mere presence: a testament to your plight, evidence that you were no longer the woman you once were and evidence to your compliance to Sukuna's desires.

Even then, you never shied away from your duties as a mother.

Perhaps, some love existed, for he wielded your flesh and blood too.

You were rendered from ever escaping. Though half-heartedly, you didn't wish to leave your child with Sukuna even though you despised both of their existence.

In this era, nurturing a child as a sole woman was beyond grasp. For all held the thought, as a woman your sole duty was to remain by your husband's side and bear his offspring.

You couldn't return to your home either. Your father, though loved you, would never let you set foot in his abode ever again.

Reasons: You were abducted by a man, your chastity stripped off of you. You were no longer pure in any sense.

He wouldn't tarnish his family name and reputation for just a daughter.

Moreover, your matrimony with the wicked, king of curses had reached rivers far; binding you to his side forever.

Peril loomed at every turn, dangling your life by a single thread. Easily snapped by even the weakest of men. Sukuna's adversaries would leave no stone unturned to reach him, venturing as far to lay down the life of his innocent wife. Someone absolved of his transgressions.

Reluctantly, you accepted that remaining by his side was the wisest decision.

You cradled your son in your embrace, rocking him back and forth as you hummed a lullaby to put him to sleep.

Once his snores serenaded the room, you tenderly placed him upon his cot, adjacent to your own resting place. Gentle pats graced his chest, once you noted him stirring in the embrace of slumber.

"Come to bed," Your husband's voice echoed in your ears. Compliance swiped in your being, a swift rotation of your heels after you had checked your son to be far from awakening. You parted the curtains and perched upon the bed – lying beside your husband.

His arms encircled around your waist, drawing you to his chest, he inhaled your scent.

Your body tensed when his lips brushed against your nape. You dreaded the inevitable.

Six moons had passed, since he last embraced you intimately. The last two, post your son's arrival, were a blur of exhaustion. From tending to your physical strain and catering to your son's ceaseless crave of attention.

Tonight, all you longed for was to surrender yourself to slumber, wrapped in embrace of gentle linens. Alas, it seemed that wish would remain unfulfilled.

You were keenly aware of his intentions tonight – for he was but a man. Thus, you braced yourself.

You waited in anticipation, for him to act on his desires. Yet, it did not come to pass.

You cracked your eyelids open, stealing a glance at him. His carmine eyes met yours in a resolute stare, holding it with unwavering poise.

"Retire to sleep," he finally remarked, tenderly brushing aside the tendrils from your weary visage.

A year prior, during the early nights of your newly forged union, you would have taken a moment to contemplate his actions, perhaps even staying awake the entire night to discern his intentions.

Now, whether out of trust or simply exhaustion from the demands of motherhood – you found yourself slipping into a dreamless slumber without further ado.

The haunting nightmare of humanity, he was; yet, you found solace in falling asleep in his embrace.

His son has taken just after you.

Verily, his offspring could be likened unto a veritable likeness of himself in countenance, yet in comportment and carriage, he bespoke tales of you.

Awaking to the crack of dawn, shedding tears should companionship elude him. Taking solace in the embrace of the verdant garden, to which you oft escorted him. Even directing reproachful glances towards him, his father, whilst cradled lovingly in his paternal arms.

Beneath your eyes lay heavy shadows, hollows etched upon your cheeks, and a perpetual frown graced your lips, save for moments spent conversing with your offspring.

Sukuna escorted his sobbing kin from their chambers, affording you the much-needed respite that has eluded you of late; his offspring casted a disdainful gaze upon him.

"What? Speak up if you wish to," He queried, a playful lilt adorning his speech.

He tenderly traced his son's tender cheek with his claw, wary of leaving any mark upon his cherubic visage. His son seized his finger in both tiny hands, elevating it as though clutching a covert weapon – scrutinizing the nail and the ridges with keen interest.

His little one beamed, a gesture akin to the gentle breeze of summer, bestowed upon him by the heavens above. A giggle swift past his lips – a laughter, he assumed angel's melody wouldn't sound better.

His smile was yours – Sukuna realized. Perhaps, he hadn't completely taken after him in physical features.

Rocking his form back and forth on his arms, a tender smile danced upon his lips.

"Lower the tone, child. Your mother rests inside."

Sukuna couldn't help but contemplate alternative scenarios.

He sipped his sake, his gaze fixed upon your figure, leaning against the amado – your eyes lingering on the cherry blossom trees outside, in the garden.

The fragrance of spring permeated the air, imbuing a soothing atmosphere, starkly contrasting with the terror he instilled upon the village beyond the river.

At moments such as these, he can't help but ponder on the possibility of attaining a kinship with you, without resorting to unruly methods.

His thoughts rewind to the clash conversation he shared with you, mere moments past.

In your gaze, defiance ablazed, aimed straight at him.

"What's your intent? To end my life? Proceed, now. Who held you back? Proceed. Perhaps, I'd choose that fate over spending another day with you."

"Make no mistake," You pressed on. "My sentiment for you isn't love, don't deceive yourself. What festers within me is pure, unadulterated hate."

How could he let slip from memory? A curse he was, brutal and unyielding. Unwelcomed, marked with shame – The disgraceful one. How could he fail to recall? Love's realm, forever beyond the reach of his reach.

He seized you, by means unorthodox yet deemed vital. Yet, he finds himself lost in contemplation.

What if he had treaded a different path?

Would a love aglow your heart if he had courted you in a proper manner? Would you accept him in your life – a husband, a companion, a lover? Would you had willingly become his?

For your presence brought his heart back to life; in doing so, the life and light was lost from your eyes.

Scorned by the desire to claim you as his, the thought of your own desires, feelings was pushed to the desolate corners of his mind.

In another realm, he assumes– in another realm, he might have treated you properly from the very beginning.

In another realm, you wouldn't have to have a lingering threat struck on your mind. You wouldn't fear him.

In a realm beyond, you'd stand beside him by choice, not coercion. A realm where he'd navigate every step flawlessly. A realm where, instead of vowing to set the world ablaze for you, he'd pledge to journey with you until the world's end.

Perhaps, in another realm, you'd fall in love with him like he did for you in this.

A/N: uhm uhm uhm, just typed down an idea which I had for days + I used a new format of literal english (idk how it turned out, I am so sorry if it's cringe 😭) + I fucking don't know how to end stories so bear with me.

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