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coryosbaby · 4 months

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Mascara || T. Riddle

Fandom: ‘Harry Potter’

Pairing: Young! Tom Riddle x fem! Ravenclaw! Reader

｡.｡ ♡ Content warning . Public sex, praise & degradation, cum play, sub! Reader, dom! Tom

Notes: set in modern day Hogwarts. I never thought i’d want to fuck Voldemort but here we are.

Your feet patter softly against the tile floors of Hogwarts, a book clutched tightly in your arms as you make your way towards the school’s library. It’s a rainy night, incredibly quiet and empty. The other students are at dinner, and you’ve decided to skip out to study for your OWLs. When you open the big wooden doors to the library, the smell of printed ink and old pages invites you further in.

The first thing you notice, when you close the doors behind you and take sight of the room, is that the librarian, Madam Pince, is no where to be found. She must be on her break.

The second thing you notice is the boy sitting in the darkest corner of the room.

You know of the familiar brunette— of course you do. Who wouldn’t? Tom Riddle is a popular slytherin well known for his cunningness, his intelligence, his ability to speak native tongues— and sometimes, his temper. A ravenclaw yourself, you try to steer clear of him. Slytherins usually don’t take politely to anyone outside of their house. Not to mention the fact that you scored the top of your class, with him coming in close second. You suspect that he hates you for that.

He catches your gaze, brown eyes with the resemblance of a serpent. He looks back down at his book, seeming bored.

You let out a breath of air.

You slide your book into the return bin, timidly moving to the shelf about Potions. Snape has been really hassling you lately on your grades, and you really need to turn your B+ into a perfect A. Your fingertips skim over the leathered binds, reading title after title. A voice behind you makes you jump.

“If you’re studying for Snape’s final, I’d recommend ‘Advanced Potion Making’. It will tell you all you need to know.”

His voice is an angelic lilt, though you know that is not in any way what he resembles. The fact that he’s helping you stumps you into utter confusion, and heat creeps up your neck. You nod to him as you begin searching for the book.

To no avail. Your eyes search every bind, every word, but your focus has been diluted because of Tom speaking to you. He sighs, almost annoyed.

He appears beside you, much to your surprise. You nervously bite your lip as he finds the exact book he recommended and pushes it into your hands.

“Chapter nine. I would’ve thought a girl of your ranking in our class would know this already.”

Your brows furrow, embarrassment coursing through you as he sits back down and resumes his tasks. You nervously fumble with the book.

“Thank you.” You reply, because you had been taught proper manners. He scoffs, flicking through the pages of his book. You can’t read the title, though the cover is quite off put ish and dark. Perhaps he had snuck into the restricted section.

“Don’t.”

You frown, though your mind is peaking with curiosity. He seems rude, but he was trying to help you. Maybe there’s something nice under there, after all. Your body is stiff as you sit across from him at the table, silently pleading to God that the boy across from you won’t put a nasty hex on you.

“You don’t have to be rude, you know.”

It slips out of your lips, quiet and unsure. Tom’s eyes narrow at you.

“And as well as that, you don’t have to sit across from me.”

“Perhaps I want to. Perhaps you need a friend.”

“A friend?” He chuckles dryly, his gaze travelling down to your robes. You try to ignore the heat creeping between your legs. “We aren’t going to be friends.”

His insinuation is thick, dangerous. Your heart pounds out of your chest at this unexpected turn of your study hour. You gulp, looking down at the pages.

“Very well then. But since I’ve already sat down, I might as well continue my book here.”

“Or we could continue this conversation in my dorm room.”

He says it smoothly, with no fear or utmost insecurity.

“What?” You blanch, stuttering on your syllables. Tom smirks.

“A smart girl like you, and you can’t even comprehend a single sentence,” he says, his body beginning to move out of his chair. “‘S pathetic, really…”

You breath hitches as his tall form towers over you. Your fingertips grasp the sides of your chair as he leans in close.

“Tom,” you start, warningly. He quirks a brow.

“No?” He questions, and then after a moment, staring into your doe eyes, it dawns on him. His mouth forms into a grin. “Oh, you want it here, don’t you? You want it right here.”

His lips brush just inches over your pouty lips, and you wonder how in the hell you got into this situation and why this slytherin boy is making such a sudden move on you. But knowing Tom, it’s probably out of boredom. Out of the desire for a hook up.

You don’t mind it. Not really, not anymore, because all your protests are ripped away from you when he presses his lips to yours. It’s not tender or sweet, it’s full of sharp teeth and unfiltered lust. His hands rest on your chin, gripping your head so you can’t escape his kiss— can’t escape him.

Your tongue is about to graze his lips when he pulls away. His fingers grasp your shoulder and pull you up to your feet. You stumble, your legs shaky from just a couple of kisses. You gasp when he spins you around and presses your face against one of the nearest bookshelves. His big hands wrap around your wrists and hold them behind your back.

“I don’t want to hear any complaints from you. Do you understand me?” He whispers, his hands reaching down to lift up your robes. “If I do, I’ll leave you here drenched, your clothes gone, with your holes freshly fucked and on display for the entire school to see. Do you understand me?”

You nod instantly. You know that these aren’t empty threats; when Tom says he’s going to do something, he’ll do it.

When he pulls up your robes, taking in the sight of your pretty pink thong, he lets out a sharp breath.

“Prepared, weren’t you?”

You let out a whine, knowing that no, this wasn’t intentional. Tom just caught you on a specific type of day. But looking on it now, maybe the universe was being in your favor when you decided to pick out the flimsy undergarment.

Tom slips the hem of your robes into your hands.

“Hold it.” He commands, and you’re quick to comply.

His hardness presses against you, clothed still but his robes are lifted so he can rut against you in his briefs. It isn’t long before he’s pulling them down past his thighs, his cock sprinting up into the air as he places himself against you once again. You can’t help but drip with need, canting your hips back against him. His cock presses in between the seam of your ass, and you rub against him like a bitch in heat.

And just like a bitch in heat, you purr.

“Tommy..” you let out, and his grip on your hips tighten. “Please?”

He scoffs at the nickname, though his bottom lip is caught roughly between his teeth and he’s trying to contain himself. He wraps his hand around his awaiting length, parts your thighs with the other, and slides his dick up against your throughly aroused pussy.

He’s warm, sticky. You wish you could’ve seen him before this, seen that thing that feels oh so heavy between your legs, but it’ll have to wait. Hopefully, there will be a next time.

When he slides in, it stretches you obscenely. This isn’t your first time, but there’s a burning sensation as he enters you. He’s got the perfect amount of thickness and length to pull a moan deep from your throat.

He doesn’t start slow. His hips smack against yours at a rapid pace, small grunts leaving his silky lips as he uses you like a common whore. Your hands grip your robes and the bookshelf at the same time, trying to keep steady as Tom fills you to the brim. He noses along your jaw and leaves wet, open kisses there. You mewl when he bites down harshly and sucks a mark into your skin.

“Such a tight little cunt you have,” Tom breathes, his fingertips bruising your hips. “Look at you, such a slut for my cock. Does it feel good? Tell me, tell me how it feels.”

Your thighs squeeze him, your mouth gaping open in utter ecstasy. Your words are caught in your throat, but Tom is quick to force them out of you with a spank to your ass. You moan, your forehead pressing against the bookshelf’s wooden edge.

“Yes! Yes, it feels so good…” you slur, entranced by the spice of his cologne and the feeling of his girthy length splitting you open. He grunts, bucking his hips into you with vigor.

“And I bet it’s the best you’ve had, isn’t it? All those other boys can’t do it for you. I’m the only one that fucks you this good.”

It’s true, and when his cockhead hits a spot deep inside you that has you keening, your legs quiver and your brain turns to jelly. Tom’s fingers place themselves around your neck and squeeze so hard that your vision blurs at the edges, and you’re enthralled by the fear that courses through your veins. He’s playing your life in his hands like it’s a shiny new toy.

He fucks you like a madman as you gasp and beg for air. Tears spill out of your eyes, salty and wet and Tom takes notice.

“Crying?” He sneers, pounding you so hard that you’re sure the bookshelf will leave bruises as it presses against you. “You’re pathetic. A pathetic, filthy little girl.”

“Mmmhhh..” you cry out. Your eyes roll back as you utter incoherent sounds. He growls.

“Do you want me to cum inside you?” And then, with a harsh grip on your hair, “I want to hear you say it. Beg me. Beg me to fill you, whore.”

Your eyes shut tight, and your hands clasp around his wrists as he loosens his grip on your throat.

“Please,” your voice is a gasp as you finally get oxygen unto your system. “Please, Tom, f-fill me up. Cum inside me.”

A small, throaty groan escapes his lips, and with one last desperate thrust he’s spilling balls deep inside your drooling cunt. His cum spills over the cusp of your used entrance, and when he’s done fucking it into you he pulls out with a sharp exhale.

You can feel his cum spill out of your raw fucked hole, the creamy fluid dribbling down your thigh and dripping onto the carpet below. Your clit throbs mercilessly, still devoid of any attention, but Tom is quick to put a stop to that. He drops to his knees, then, and it’s a surprising gesture that you didn’t expect. He doesn’t seem like the type to get on his knees for anyone, let alone you. But his tongue lolls out of his mouth as he spreads your knees and catches his cum into his awaiting mouth. He licks up your hole, circling your clit with practiced precision. You let out a guttural sound when you hear the obscene noises of the cum spilling out of you, along with Tom’s mouth slurping at your cunt vigorously. He works at you over and over, and you clench when you feel yourself nearing your high. It’s almost embarrassingly quick, but you’ve been denied so long that you need to do it and you need to do it now.

“I’m going to…” you gasp out, as he rubs circles into your clit. He lets out a loud grunt against you, his mouth working harder. “I’m cumming—god, I’m cumming!”

Your orgasm washes over you, hits you like a tidal wave in the middle of an incredibly large ocean. Tom works his tongue and lets you ride out your high, and he sighs and pulls away from your pussy when you come down.

He’s gathered enough arousal to fill his mouth generously, and he kisses you flat on the lips. His tongue slides against yours and you can taste your shared arousal on him. You whimper, licking desperately at his salty spend, and it’s messy and sloppy and absolutely depraved. His teeth nip at you as you swallow it all down.

You’re dizzy, on shaky legs. You turn around, finally getting to see Tom’s face coated in your slick and his cum. He grins at you, and something twists in your gut so primal you feel you might burst.

“Better get to studying, Miss Y/L/N,” he says. “It’d be a shame if this missed study session made you fail your OWLs.”

#bunny writes ͟͟͞☆#Tom riddle #Tom riddle x reader #Tom riddle x fem! reader #Tom riddle smut #Tom riddle fanfic #young! Tom riddle #Harry Potter #Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets #harry potter franchise #Harry Potter blurb #Harry Potter fanfic #Voldemort

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chrollohearttags · 6 months

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idk if u have anymore locked and loaded away but can we get some more musician!eren hcs/traits…just a crumb even. im on the side of the road shaking my cup🙏🏾

oh babes, I got more than I know what to do with. Gather round and I’ll share with you all my never ending lore for the loml. 🤍

EJ is a clown. His favorite pastime outside of music is being an S tier menace. He loves picking at everybody 😭 (y/n), Jean, Mika, his own MAMA..nobody is off limits when he gets started. He is an asshole and proud of it. (he once told Mika she was jealous of him because she was bald headed and he wasn’t. Sis tried to break his nose but then remembered she needed him for a performance that night 😩)

he can play over 10 different instruments and proficiently at that! His main is guitar and drums but he’s naturally gifted so any instrument he puts his hands on, he can learn fairly quickly.

he won’t attend awards shows unless his whole crew is invited too. Don’t matter if it’s the Grammys, BET, VMA’s..if his whole team isn’t there, he’s not going. And they definitely forget it if (y/n) isn’t on the list.

he HAS to have at least an hour before shows to be completely alone and decompress, otherwise, he’ll be messing up all night. He has severe anxiety so it makes it hard for him to concentrate if too much is going on before hand. He’ll spend the time meditating or listening to music and smoking.

his ultimate goal is to one day start his own label. He wants to work with more female artists because he feels there are “a lot of dudes using women for clout but never wanting to put them on.”

also adding to that, Eren swears he is not a dancer but decided to let (y/n) do choreography for his latest song and he ended up liking it so much, that he incorporated it into his latest performance.

(haven’t quite delved into this yet so not giving away too much!) but there is one person who eren credits his musical career to and for pushing him to go for it. His exact quote: “there’s so many people who’ve helped me throughout my journey. That I have to thank for getting me this far but as for who really made this possible? Well..she’s no longer here and I wish she was. I wish she could see how far I’ve come and I only hope that she’s smiling down on me. I hope I made her proud.”

he lovessss sitting in on (y/n)’s practice sessions! Not even on some sexual shit, it truly fascinated him seeing his girl do all of these intricate pole tricks without falling or missing a beat. He realizes how much work goes into learning it and respects your talent. He even posts vids to his Instagram story, showing you off.

during the time of the [p word that shall not be named] he and Armin put their DJ’ing skills to good use and entertained their fans. They started a little thing on Instagram live called “Club Passion” where they would dress up in these cheesy ass fits, pretend they were hosting events and have people join in the live. They’d play music, be drinking and even host twerk contests where they’d CashApp the winner a prize. (A very unserious duo 😭)

for the more devious of the traits, he’s a demon and a half when he drinks. He has zero limits or shame. Including in the bedroom. RIP to (y/n)’s cervix cause he has no control.

he is a habitual bed/headboard breaker 😩🥴 do with that what you will.

he doesn’t believe in cheating or open relationships, but he’ll gladly let you share him with your girls and vice versa. (Niesha’s definitely his favorite but he won’t tell his best friend that 🤭) And if he’s feeling extra deviant, he’ll let you pick a fan of his to do some thangs with. “As long as she doesn’t go running her mouth, I’m with whatever y’all wanna do.” He definitely has a few videos of you guys’ escapades saved in his phone. (the NDA’s stay ready!)

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tranquil-ivy · 1 month

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Resident Evil

Pink = Request

Carlos Oliveira

[N/A]

Chris Redfield

[N/A]

Jill Valentine

[N/A]

Leon S. Kennedy

💋 | Dad Bods are Hot

🐕‍🦺 | Service Hybrid Leon

💉 | Hunting to Infect

🇫🇷 | Running in the City of Lights

📷 | The Camera Loves You

🎨 | He's Your Muse

💃 | Saloon Dancer

🐎 | Horseback Riding in the Countryside

🐱 | Sheriff Kitty Leon

🗡️ | Protector of a Princess

🐑 | Boutique Owner x Cowboy Leon

🤬 | Shitty Boyfriend

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 | White Pickett Fences

🩰 | Ballet Shoes and Bulletproof Vests

🦢 | The Beauty of the Lake

🐴 | Horse Girl x Cowboy Leon

💡 | Taking Care of a Lamp Addict

✍🏻 | Practicing Tattoo Artist

#🌿 ivy requests #🌿 ivy bots #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader #carlos oliveira x reader #rebecca chambers x reader #chris redfield x reader #jill valentine x reader

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victor-the-vampire · 5 months

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I wanted to make a sequel to my cook out piece so here it is! Christmas dinner! With the polycule of doom and their family! [The licker was a gift to rose from Birkin and Wesker, she wanted a puppy.]

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delineate-creates · 7 months

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Day 24: Shallow

Holding her breath, Harry dips Voldemort’s hand in the warm water, massaging the back of her hand with her thumbs. For all that Lord Voldemort is quite possibly the strongest magic user in all of Britain, her hand feels oddly fragile cradled between her own.

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From @being-luminous’s I will see you body bare

#inktober #inktober2023 #hp #harry potter #voldemort #tomarrymort #harrymort #fem!harry #fem!voldemort #my art #fanart #everyone PLEASE pretend this fits the prompt better than it does 💀#was gonna draw the chamber of secrets until I realized too much of the day had gone by to attempt it #I did like four sketches of crappy ideas before I was like “bath……..water….shallow?”#bath water is more shallow than sooooo many other bodies of water. practically a puddle right? right?????#anyway the fic itself is lovely and deserves much more than this 🥲

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geeksinhats · 1 year

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#mass effect #mass effect 2 #mass effect 3 #romance #kaidan alenko #liara t'soni #jacob taylor #thane krios #garrus vakarian #kelly chambers #justicar samara #samantha traynor #diana allers #fem shepard

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fanfics4all · 1 year

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Pure-Blood Potter: Chapter 15

Request: Yes / No This was requested by @loxbbg

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Potter!Reader (Eventually)

James Potter x OC Arabella Renaud

Harry Potter x Half-sister!Reader

Word count: 2466

Warnings: I don’t think there’s much?

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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Once the Christmas Holiday was over and students returned to school, everyone was back to studying. Well, studying and Quidditch. Draco was so excited about the Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff game that he begged me to watch with him. I agreed only if Cedric could sit with us. Draco reluctantly agreed. The two of us were walking to the field and Draco was talking about how he just knows Hufflepuff will beat the stupid Gryffindors. As we were making our way there we noticed people walking away from the field.

“Why’s everyone leaving?” I asked.

“Maybe they changed their minds?” Draco suggested.

“I doubt it, this bloody school loves Quidditch.” I said and he chuckled.

“Perhaps something happened then? Maybe to Potter!” Draco said as he smiled at the idea.

“Y/N!” I looked around and saw Cedric running our way.

“Ced! What’s going on? Why’s everyone leaving?” I asked as he hugged me.

“The match was canceled, no idea why though.” He said and I looked at Draco confused.

“Quidditch canceled?” Draco asked and Cedric nodded.

“Y/N Potter!” Professor McGonagall called my name. I looked past Cedric and saw her walking towards us with my half-brother and Weasley in tow.

“Professor? Is everything alright?” I asked and she smiled at me sadly.

“I’m afraid I’ll need you to follow me and Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley.” She said and I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked and she shook her head.

“There’s something the three of you should see. Now, if you would follow me please.” She said. I nodded and turned towards my two boys.

“I suppose I’ll see you two later.” I said and gave Cedric a peck on the lips and Draco one on the cheek. I turned and followed Professor McGonagall and the two boys to wherever we were headed.

Professor McGonagall led us to the hospital wing and I was even more confused than I was before. I looked over at the boys and they were just as confused. Harry looked at me and shrugged, answering my unspoken question.

“I warn you. This could be a wee bit of a shock.” She said, stopping us just as we entered. She led us inside and Madam Pomfrey was standing next to one of the bed where Hermione laid?

“Hermione…” Weasley whispered in shock.

“She was found near the library… along with this.” Professor McGonagall said as she picked up a mirror.

“Does it mean anything to any of you?” She asked and we all shook our heads.

“No.” Harry answered quietly.

“I’ll give you three a moment.” She said. Her and Madam Pomfrey walked away and it was just the three of us with a petrified Hermione.

“Alright, what are you three up to?” I asked.

“Nothing! I didn’t even know she was going to the library.” Harry said and Ron nodded behind him.

“I know you’re lying.” I said, crossing my arms. Harry and Ron looked at each other and sighed.

“Alright, we’re trying to find out who opened the Chamber of Secrets.” Harry said and I shook my head.

“Why don’t you leave that to the Professors? I mean just look at Hermione!” I said and they looked guilty.

“We were just trying to help…” Ron said and then my eyes widened.

“Oh Merlin! You two were in the Slytherin common room over Christmas break!” I said and their eyes widened.

“You two posed as Vincent and Gregory and snuck into the common room! That why they were acting so odd… Oh I have half a mind to go tell Professor McGonagall about this and get you both detention!” I said and Harry shook his head.

“Please don’t Y/N, we were just trying to figure out who opened the Chamber so we could stop what’s happening.” Harry begged and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“You are unbelievable…” I said.

“Please Y/N?” He asked and I sighed.

“Fine, but you better not do anything like that again!” I said and he smiled and nodded.

“You and Malfoy are disgusting by the way.” Ron said and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Draco is my best friend and we always will be.” I said and they rolled their eyes.

“I wish you weren’t…” Harry mumbled and I glared at him. Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey returned and gave us sad smiles.

“Alright, off to your common rooms all of you.” She said and we nodded. I glanced at Hermione one last time and sighed. If Draco says one word about this I swear…

I walked back to my common room and once I entered everyone was sitting around and talking. Draco noticed me and waved me over. I sat down next to him on the couch and looked around confused.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“We were told to stay here and wait for Professor Snape. Apparently there’s an announcement.” Pansy said and I nodded.

“What did Professor McGonagall want, love?” He asked and I sighed.

“It was about Hermione… she’s been petrified…” I answered, looking down at my hands. I looked up and saw Pansy smirking and Draco looked at me worried.

“Are you alright?” He asked and I nodded.

“I’m fine, just worried for her.” I said with a small smile.

“Don’t tell me you care about that bloody Mudblood, Draco.” Pansy said in a disgusted tone.

“I care about Y/N.” He answered and I smiled. It wasn’t really an answer to her question, but I understood what he was saying. He was trying and I was happy about that.

Professor Snap walked in and I looked over at him. He had his same unreadable expression on his face, but he had a scroll in his hand.

“Silence!” He called and everyone instantly quieted down.

“Due to recent events, we have new rules that will be put into effect immediately.” He said and unrolled the scroll.

“All students will return to their house common rooms by six every evening. All students will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher. No exceptions.” He said. He left and everyone whispered to each other.

“Do you think it’s safe here?” I asked and Draco wrapped his arm around me. He gently squeezed me.

“You’re a Pure-blood, love, nothing will happen to you.” He said and I bit my lip.

“What if whatever’s doing this decided to change it’s mind?” I asked.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, love. I doubt it will change it’s mind, especially if it has to do with the heir of Slytherin.” He said and I sighed.

“I suppose so…”

The conversation shifted to other things, but I wasn’t fully paying attention. I was still worried about Hermione. Draco noticed and nudged me. I looked up at him and he gave me a questioning look. I just shook my head and looked away.

“We’re gonna head to bed, night guys.” Draco said and pulled me up with him. I looked at him confused and turned to our friends. Vincent, Gregory, and Blasie were all smirking at us while Pansy was glaring at me.

“Uh, night I suppose.” I said and let Draco pulled me up to the boys dorm. He tossed me one of his sweaters and a pair of his pajama pants. He turned around and I got dressed while he did the same. He pulled me into bed with him and I snuggled into him.

“You alright, love?” He asked and I sighed.

“I just can’t stop thinking about Hermione… what if she never wakes up?” I asked and he sighed.

“As much as I don’t care about Granger, I’m sure she’ll wake up.” He said.

“Yeah, but-”

“Hush, love. Just stop thinking about it. The Professors are working on a cure, right?” He asked and I nodded.

“So there’s no reason for you to worry.” He said and kissed my forehead. I sighed and nodded.

“Alright…” I whispered. He pulled me closer and I snuggled into his chest.

“I missed this.” He whispered.

“Me too, we haven’t done this since summer.” I said and he nodded.

“Now get some sleep.” I nodded and slowly fell into a dreamless sleep.

Over the next few days I went to visit Hermione in the Hospital wing. I made sure to do it when Harry and Ron weren’t there. I honestly didn’t want to have spend time with them. I walked into the room and Harry and Ron were just rushing out.

“Hi Y/N! Bye Y/N!” Harry said and I looked at them confused.

“What odd boys.” I said, shaking my head. I walked over to Hermione and noticed the boys had replaced the flowers next to her. I smiled slightly and gently sat next to her.

“I hope you’ll be alright, ‘Mione.” I said and gently placed my hand on hers.

“It’s been so boring without you to study with.” I laughed.

“I’ve been stuck with Draco, Pansy, Vincent, Gregory, and Blaise. Honestly it’s just Draco and Pansy that have been on my nerves.” I sighed.

“They keep flirting and it’s so bloody annoying.” I said and looked down at her face.

“Sorry… You have more important things to worry about.” I said.

“All students are to return to their house dormitories at once. All teachers to the second floor corridor immediately.” Professor McGonagall announced.

“Sorry ‘Mione, I have to go.” I whispered and got up. I started to go to my common room when I bumped into someone.

“Oh sorry.” I said and looked up to see Cedric.

“Hey darling, what are you doing out?” He asked.

“I was visiting Hermione, but my time got cut short when I heard the announcement.” I said with a small frown.

“I don’t think it’s safe, let me walk you to your common room.” He said and wrapped his arm around me.

“Oh you don’t have to. I mean you should get back to your common room too.” I said and he smiled down at me.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t and something happened to you?” He asked and my smile grew.

“You’re so sweet, Ced.” I said and rested my head on his shoulder. We walked quickly through the corridors and managed to get to my door rather fast.

“Thank you, Ced.” I said and kissed him.

“Of course, darling.” He smiled.

“Now go to yours quickly.” I said and he chuckled.

“I’ll see you later.” He said and pecked my lips once more. Cedric rushed off to go to his common room. I turned around and said the password before walking inside.

“Y/N!” Draco said, rushing over to me and engulfing me in a hug.

“Are you alright, love?” He asked and looked me over.

“I’m fine, Dray. I was just visiting Hermione.” I said and he sighed in relief.

“You were going through the halls alone?” He asked and I shook my head.

“No, I bumped into Cedric, he dropped me off.” I said and he scoffed.

“I should have gone with you.” He said and I shook my head.

“I’m fine, Dray.” I said and hugged him again. He took me over to our friends and it seems everyone was alright.

The next day at dinner I was sitting with our friends and looked out for Hermione. Sir Nicholas was already back, along with Filch's cat, and that Gryffindor boy. I kept looking at the door and it was starting to annoy my friends.

“Y/N, you’re gonna break your bloody neck looking out for that Gryffindor girl.” Blaise said.

“I can’t help it, she should be here already!” I said and Draco placed his hand on my bouncing leg.

“Calm down, love. I’m sure she’s fine.” He said and I glanced back at the door.

“Hermione!” I squealed and quickly got up. I rushed to the Great Hall doors and engulfed her in a hug.

“‘Mione! You’re alright!” I said and she laughed as she hugged me.

“I’m fine, Y/N.” She said and I pulled back.

“Also I heard you when I was petrified and you pretty much only talked about Malfoy.” She said with a smirk.

“No, I talked about Draco and Pansy.” I said and she shook her head.

“You are so jealous and blind.” She said and I playfully shoved her.

“Maybe I liked you better petrified…” I said and she laughed. She looked past me and I looked over to see Ron and Harry smiling at her.

“Go on, I should get back to Draco before he burns holes in the back of my head.” I said and she smiled.

“I’ll talk with you later, promise.” She said and I nodded. I turned back and sat next to Draco, who had moved slightly closer to Pansy.

“I told you she’d be fine…” Draco mumbled and I smiled.

“Maybe I should have listened to you.” I said and he smirked slightly. Someone tapped on their glass and I looked up to see McGonagall doing it.

“Could I have your attention, please?” She asked and everyone quieted down. Professor Dumbledore stood up.

“Before we begin the feast, let us have a round of applause for Professor Sprout, Madam Pomfrey, whose Mandrake juice has been so successfully administered to all who had been petrified.” He said and everyone clapped and cheered, except Draco.

“Also, in light of recent events, as a school treat, all exams have been canceled.” He said and everyone cheered loudly. I frowned slightly and Draco rolled his eyes at me.

“You and Granger are probably the only ones upset about this.” He said.

“I studied so hard! I was so ready for them.” I said and Draco shook his head. Just then the doors opened and Hagrid walked in, making everyone look his way.

“Sorry I’m late.” He said as everyone looked at him shocked.

“The owl that delivered my release papers got all lost and confused. Some ruddy bird call Errol.” He said and some students giggled. Hagrid stopped at Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

“And I’d just like to say that uh, if it hadn’t been for you, Harry and Ron and Hermione, of course, I would uh, I’d still be you know where. So I’d like to say thanks.” He said and Harry got up.

“There’s no Hogwarts without you, Hagrid.” He said and Draco scoffed. Dumbledore started clapping and soon the rest of the school joined in. Vincent tried to stand up and join, but Draco pulled him back down by his tie. I narrowed my eyes at him and stood up to clap, making Draco roll his eyes. I stuck my tongue out at him and he smirked slightly. What a way to end the year…

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algesalges · 2 years

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Vers Moi: Part 9

Chamber x fem!reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (18+)

Mwhahahaha I have been gone but I have returned

Warnings: Choking, hitting, consent and protection (NEEDED USE IT), penetration, oral (fem recieving), bad grammar, pls dm me if need any more warnings and pls ENJOY

Intro, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Brim has become more tense, and so has your relationship. Though they were different kinds of tensions, yours being that you have not been able to get any alone time with Vincent, and Brim's being tense because something has risen. He was more grumpy and loaded you with more paperwork. He seems to be trying to get everything out of the way, but you could never figure out what it was that bothered him so much.

Even after you are done, your work Chamber has left to receive the package for the protocol. What was it? You have no idea. When he was about to leave he kissed you in a hurry outside the jett, said he would return and bring you a souvenir.

You weren't allowed to know where he was heading, but it related to his own personal work.

It's been about a week since there were no messages or updates. Brim and Cypher were the only ones aware of his doings, but asking them would be very out of the blue. The loneliness started to etch. You felt abandoned, even knowing he was just at work. The no messaging policy from the protocol while on missions ticked you off. The only ones able to communicate with agents are the others assigned to the mission. You were not part of that objective.

He must've gone somewhere far from headquarters, or there must've been a quarl getting the package. Maybe the mission went wrong and he needed to relocate.

Single person missions aren't difficult. Just asking for maybe some extra safety.

It became late; all the lights were off except for your little desk lamp. You plopped the last folder on the stack and stretched your back. Another day has passed with no victory. You headed to the dining area to earn yourself your favourite snack. while rummaging through the cupboard. Killjoy came around, heading to the coffee machine.

You tilt your head, knowing that this was not Kj's first or last cup; what is she doing?

"Kj, you're going to regret that."

I know, I know, I know y/n, but I must finish this"!

You walk by Kj, who is eyeing the coffee as it pours out of the machine.

"So, what are you working on?"

She snickered, "Well you, boyfrie-"

You shut Kj's mouth, before coming back to sanity and waving yourself off, "boyfriend whatttttt"

Kj elbowed you, "Chamber works in the lab along with me and Raze. I've seen you two sneaking around."

Your face flushed with embarrassment.

“Don't worry, but anyway, he gave me some blueprints. Call it my next biggest project."

She explained that it is a teleporter, but it allows you to walk through rifts like Yoru.

You were amazed, but how did Chamber even get those blueprints?

You went to bed after finishing your snack and bantering with KJ. The night seemed long; you only wished Vincent would return tomorrow, knowing full well that this might not be the case.You showered and changed into a shirt Chamber had given you a while ago, which still had his scent on it.You wanted to feel him close, like that night before. You just need me all to yourself for a moment. You have never missed someone so much. You wonder if he feels the same way you do.

Night started to creep in, and your eyes were heavy with sleep, but the discomfort between your thighs bothered you enough to keep awake. You shut your eyes, hoping your body would cool off on its own. The room was dark. You heard rustling outside your room, people walking past having conversations. You wondered if they would mind moving to another door so you could sleep. You roll away from the door, thumping onto your side, covering your ear with a pillow.

A quick motion of someone grabbing your ankles spewed you awake. You struggled to remove the covers from your face, balancing on both of your elbows, you noticed a snide, familiar smirk looking down on you. Before even saying hello, his lips smashed into you. He breathed heavily, as if he had emerged from water. His arms were wrapped around your torso, his hands grabbing at any flesh he could crawl into.

You pulled him away by his hair to earn yourself some air. He let out a hungry growl and tore away from you.

"I missed you, it was cruel being kept from you" he hisses out.

Before exchanging words, you were pulled over his shoulder to be plopped down in the centre of the bed, placing his lips back onto yours. You moaned as he fondled your right breast. He never let you go.

He removed himself from you, "Are you alright if we continue"?

You nodded engly. He removed his neck tie with his vest and blouse, granting you access to his bare skin. The golden rays shone from the moonlight, accentuating his chiselled body. You always admired how low the rays would go, all the way down to his legs, right onto his love handles. You always blushed at the image. Now seeing it again in person heated your core.

He took the band of your bottoms, slipping them off you. You removed your shirt to reveal your hardened buds. He latched onto them immediately, sucking them on. He nipped and bit. You tried to pull him off of it, but insistence biting instead drove him to go towards your neck, somewhere you weren't quite fond of leaving marks. Chamber didn't care about the consequences at the moment; he'd buy you all the top brands of concealer if he had to; all he needs is to finally have you.

He licked up to your sweet spot, latching onto it. Your body shifted to the sensation. He slithered a digit into your begging core. You winced at the sudden intrusion. Soon later, he adds another, whilst still paying attention to your neck. You shifted your hips onto his fingers, trying to receive more stimulation. Vincent started to perform a scissor motion to release you. He curled his fingers, hitting that certain spot, making your thighs shake from the intensity of the stimulation.

Before you could reach your peak, he pulled away, leaving you to whine as you watched him remove his boxers. He pumped his member, while ripping a condom wrapper with his teeth, it slid the latex of his shaft then spread your thighs more apart to grant him more access. He first teased the tip of your entrance, then finally swiftly entered. He hissed as your core clenched around his member. Your pupils were dilated, still high from pleasure, "Mon dieu, I could die from this". He planted a kiss on your lips while giving a hard buck touching the tip of your cervix causing you to roll your head giving out a hefty moan. His thrust continues with consistent hitting that spot, your core, his hips slapping deep against your core. Your nails dig into his back with each buck. A knot is starting to form in your lower tummy. Your legs start to ache from being spread leaving room for Vincent to pummel your poor cunny.

“Are you near mon amour? I can feel clenching around me”.

You were to fucked out to respond, which did not please him. You winced from the harsh sting on your breast, his hand clasped around your windpipe. You look up to him with bambi eyes seeing his predator eyes. “I’ll ask you again ma chere”.

You held onto his arm giving him a nod.

“Good girl”.

His other hand went to pay attention to your pearl. Your hips bucked as the knot grew tighter, you looked up to him, “go ahead my dear, let me feel you”.

Your body follows in command, you convulse, your thighs shake. Chamber seems satisfied with your obedience.

Vincent slows his pace, you notice he didn’t seem to finish. Instead he flips you around, grabbing your hips leaving your head still laid onto the mattress. He admires his work before latching onto your bud, sucking harshly. You tried to run your hips from the overstimulation, but his arms are wrapped around your thighs as he continues to lap up your fluids. You whine from the intrusion of his tongue. Believe that he does this for his satisfaction as well, his hips rut unknowligy aching for any stimulation, as your sweet taste indulges his appetite.

You start to feel that painful knot again, you whine from the overstimulation. The ache hurts so much but you want it so bad. Your hips start to bounce onto his trying to get to that breaking point. You spasm from your reach bouncing onto his tongue.

Chamber lifts from your hips giving a bruising spank before leaning into you, sliding back inside. He folds his fingers into yours, swaying his hips into you. His breath, he groans in your ear each time you clench down. Your cheeks filled with tears, your eyes struggle to keep open. “V-ince-nt”.

He tucks yours hair stuck from your forehead behind your ear.

“Yes my dear”? “To-o- much, plea-se”

He couldn’t deny your plea, “I understand baby, I’m almost there”.

So were you, that burning sensation started to bubble in your lower abdomen, You gripped onto the sheets listening to Chamber’s breath intensify. You felt him twitch. The knot became too much to bear, your climax was painful yet full of pleasure. You felt Chamber’s thrusts become sloppier, knowing he was close.

One last harsh thrustand the rubber full of cum. You felt warm, finally back in his presence. Vincent rolled over to face you. You caressed his jaw, giving him a small peck,

“Is this how you say hello”?

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legitelizabethwwefan · 2 years

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College AU - Chamber x Fem! Reader

A/N: Here's my first imagine to get the ball rolling! Please feel free to send requests as you wish! I'll get more solid rules in place soon, but NSFW is acceptable (though nothing too intense). Also, feel free to request any agent(s).

Until then, enjoy!

Word count: 845

No warnings.

A sigh left your lips as you trudged to the last class of your first day at college. You glanced down at the map of campus to ensure you had made it to the right building- after all, no one wants to be that person who has to run across campus after walking to the wrong destination.

Fortunately, you had made it to the correct building where your French I class would take place. You weren't majoring in French, but needed some sort of elective to fill in that didn't seem too hard. While your knowledge of the language was far from vast, it wasn't non-existent compared to others. You weren't really looking forward to this class as opposed to the rest of your timetable this semester.

I just have to bullshit my way through this class and pass it, you thought as you found the lecture hall with ten minutes to spare.

The massive classroom was already half-full, with students clamouring at desks with their laptops or tablets out. Several seats remained empty, but someone sat beside every single one. The sight of so many college students in one lecture hall left your heart racing and eyes darting wildly about.

"Are you alright?"

You jumped upon a young man's voice hitting your ear drum. You had to clamp your mouth with one hand to keep from cursing loudly. It took only a second for the culprit to walk around you and look into your eyes. A smirk was on his face as he chuckled softly.

"My apologies," he said, his French accent thick. "I did not mean to scare you."

"It's fine," you blurted as you gave him a once-over. His hair is in a combover, and he wore a white dress shirt with brown slacks. He also had a brown leather laptop bag instead of a backpack slung on his shoulder. Compared to the college guys you had seen on-campus so far, he was overdressed for class.

"Are you the professor? Or the TA?" you asked.

The young man chuckled. "No, but I suppose I look the part, non? I'm just a student like you."

You blushed, embarrassment washing over you. "Sorry, I didn't-"

"It's alright," the man said with a soft smile. "Let's sit together, shall we?"

You nodded before following him to two unoccupied seats. Once sitting down, you grabbed your laptop and notebook to get organized before class began.

"I'm sorry, but I should introduce myself," the man piped up as he finished setting up his laptop. "My name's Vincent Fabron."

"Y/N. Nice to meet you."

You exchanged a handshake, noting how firm yet warm his hand felt in yours. It left you smiling at the physical contact.

When class began a few minutes later, a thought suddenly dawned on you. Why would someone who sounded so French take a French class? It didn't make any sense. Unless he grew up somewhere where the accent was popular but never had the chance to learn the language himself, it seemed silly for him to be there.

With it being the first French I class, the professor gave everyone the break by ending after less than an hour. But she made it clear that the following classes would be the normal three-hour length going forward.

"It was nice to meet you, Y/N," Vincent said as you started packing up your things.

"You too," you replied. "I have one question- do you speak French already?" You shut your eyes at the stupidity of asking a question with such an obvious answer. But you couldn't think of another way to broach the subject.

Vincent's chuckle was warm. "I speak fluently."

You frowned. "So, why take French I?"

"I needed an easy A for my elective."

The honesty in his response made you laugh as you two strolled out of class. Fortunately, your classmates didn't seem to notice your ongoing conversation while filing out the lecture hall.

"That's kinda why I took it too, to be honest," you confessed. "But I'm not fluent like you."

Vincent raised his eyebrows. "Perhaps I can help with that?"

It was your turn to raise your eyebrows. "You'd do that?"

"Of course, mon cher. Think of it as an apology for earlier," Vincent crooned. His previous smirk had returned.

But you weren't convinced. "Sounds like you're looking for an excuse to spend more time with me."

Vincent chuckled. "You got me there, mon cher. Is that a no, then?"

"Didn't say that."

"Then I suppose we should become study buddies, shall we?"

You flashed a winning smile as you both exited the building. "I'd like that."

Vincent smiled. "I must get going, Y/N. But I look forward to seeing you again."

The two of you exchanged phone numbers with the promise to stay in touch. Once that was done, Vincent strolled off in the direction of the library. You waited until he was out of sight before you began walking to your dorm for the day.

Perhaps French I wouldn't be such a drag after all.

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im-diseased-but-cool · 9 months

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Hot take uh Leon is in a polyam relationship with

Chris

Claire

Rebecca

Jill

Ada

Ashley

But only one of them sees Leon as a guy instead of a woman (hint: it's not chris or the other lesbians)

#its ashley #she sees leon as a guy #every other woman though #they see leon as their girlfriend #yes that means chris is a woman #obviously she is #theyre all fem and in love #jill is dubiously butch #resident evil #leon kennedy #chris redfield #jill valentine #rebecca chambers #resident evil: lesbian squad #ashley graham #ada wong #claire redfield

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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 1 year

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What are your headcanons of Aleister marrying an Brazillan women ?

CAN DO!

First off, let's talk how the most well known noncommittal bachelor got his heart stolen!

Aleister was hosting a party, as he always does, and through the night was as always flocked with women of many families clinging to him dearly

At one point during the night he was in the balcony when he just so happened to see a beautiful woman in a cream white and soft purple ballgown bathing in moonlight under the stars as the summer air flowers pass them gently. For the first time Aleister's breath was indeed caught upon seeing such a beautiful person before him

You two danced the night away exclusively using each other as your dance partners and since then he's been hooked to your spell

And I mean hooked

He gives you flowers and letter of love daily and nightly and always talks about you to whoever shall hear and this is before he realized he's in love

He actually went to your family or friends for permission to marry you before he proposed

The wedding was in Italy as it was a dream to be married to a beautiful woman of his full life and heart in the most beautiful place.

He had to stop himself from crying when seeing you go to him in your dress as the sun sets just perfectly behind you like a halo proving your angelic beauty he adores

It's not a shock the party continued til sunrise-

#black butler #black butler headcanon #viscount of druitt #aleister chamber #brazilian fem so

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beautifulfaaces · 2 years

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Kathryn Drysdale

Facts

December 1, 1981

English actress

Filmography

Genevieve [Bridgerton: 2020-2022]

Dr. Eva Callaway [Getting Better - The Fight for the NHS: 2021]

Meghan [The Windsors: 2016-2020]

Natalie [Benidorm: 2011]

Taylor [St. Trinian's: 2007]

Fran [Chambers: 2001]

Appearance

black hair

curls

brown eyes

1.57m

Roleplay

playable: young adult, adult

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zarameraki · 1 month

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♡₊˚🥀₊✧ 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝘂𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗲 ♡₊˚🥀₊✧

: ̗̀➛ tropes: fem! reader 𖥔 minors do not interact 𖥔 king x concubine 𖥔 lots of plot with porn 𖥔 mentions of abuse 𖥔 mentions of sexual assault 𖥔 normal form sukuna (sorry yall but next time ill do his big boy one) 𖥔 he only has eyes for you 𖥔 you're his darling 𖥔 he would kill for you 𖥔 breeding (!!!!) 𖥔 alternate universe 𖥔 nsfw 𖥔 smut

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: ̗̀➛ notes: this took a whole WEEK to edit. im so obsessed with this story. it's my favourite thing ive written because i love period movies and dramas and really got to challenge my writing skills to give it more a fantasy-esque element. if you have any requests, don’t hesitate to send them. pls follow, reblog, like, comment—whatever you want! okay love you and enjoy.

The diligent hands of Lord Sukuna Ryomen’s palace attendants scrubbed away the grime that clung to every inch of your weary form. There were no traces of tears in your eyes, despite the discomfort of the cleansing process.

Perhaps it was the residue of gratitude for an escape from a foster family who saw fit to barter you away for a pittance to fuel their vices.

The water surrounding you had transformed into a murky haze, carrying away the evidence of your former life's hardships.

Yet, amidst this cleansing ritual, you couldn’t shake the puzzling thought of why the guards had singled you out from the other young women within the household. Uraume, the overseer of palace affairs, had arrived alongside them, their presence looming over the proceedings with an air of mystery.

That morning, you were subjected to abuse in front of everyone at the central market, longing for someone to stand up for you. And someone did. They offered you an escape from that hellhole and into a world of luxury.

You weren’t going to complain now that you had accepted this new fate of yours.

“Ya’ got too many scars, girl,” remarked one of the elderly attendants, gently assisting you out of the steaming bath, her hands wrapping a towel around your shivering form. “Our powders will struggle to conceal ’em all. How did ya’ come by such marks?”

“From my foster family,” you murmured, gaze fixed upon your toes as if they held the weight of your past. The plush carpet beneath your feet offered a small comfort, a luxury unfamiliar to your upbringing.

Memories of their harsh discipline flooded back—the blistering gravel underfoot as punishment for daring to voice dissent. It was a brutal introduction to a world where obedience was paramount.

“A wretched lot,” the attendant muttered sympathetically.

Enveloped in a silk robe, she led you into a chamber shared by a cohort of women, a realm far removed from the confines of your previous abode. Here, space was ample—the expanse excessive, with beds lining the walls and a high ceiling adorned with a single chandelier.

As you entered, a symphony of pretty faces and inquisitive gazes greeted you. Women of all colours and shapes reclined luxuriously in plain robes, their hair intricately braided or cascading freely down their backs. Conversations paused, curiosity piqued by your arrival, as all eyes turned to welcome you into their midst.

Beneath the weight of their scrutinising stares, you found yourself shrinking. These women, draped in silk and adorned with jewels, were the king's favoured concubines, a fact repeatedly emphasised during your journey to the palace and even in the fragrant confines of the bathhouse.

Every instinct urged you to rebel, to refuse to be just another ornament in the king’s harem, but you understood the value placed on purity by the monarch.

Unfortunately, your innocence had been cruelly stolen from you by your foster father, leaving you tarnished in body and spirit. Lord Sukuna would have no use for a damaged flower in his garden of perfection.

In truth, you couldn’t even imagine an image of his face in your mind. His Lordship remained a mystery to those beyond the palace walls.

“Here ya’ are.” The attendant guided you to your bed. “That vanity there’s yours to use.” She gestured toward the communal area by the window, where two other young women were preparing themselves. “Once your hair dries, one of my girls will assist ya’ in preparin’ for your audience with His Lordship.” Her touch was gentle as she caressed your cheek. “Rest assured, dear, ya’ safe now.”

You attempted a smile, though the effort seemed Herculean amidst your weariness.

As the attendant departed, her scolding to the rowdy girls fading into the background, you nestled into the comforting embrace of your soft bedding, ignoring the hushed criticisms trailing in your wake.

She’s feeble.

Her hair lacks refinement.

The king would never entertain a lowly pauper.

She’ll be gone by tomorrow.

Their words, like venomous serpents, slithered through the air.

Amidst their degradation, you succumbed to exhaustion.

But your slumber was interrupted by the bustling commotion of handmaidens assembling around you.

Disoriented and scarcely given a moment to collect your thoughts, you found yourself swiftly escorted to the vanity, where the clamour of girls jostling for space filled the air.

They manipulated your locks, weaving intricate patterns into your hair, fashioning a crown braid atop your head while allowing the remaining tresses to cascade freely down your back.

Meanwhile, other attendants removed your robe, their hands moving with practised efficiency as they anointed your skin with fragrant oils, infusing it with the delicate essence of lavender.

Between the flurry of activity, the whispers of your fellow concubines hung in the air like a veil of awe and trepidation. Their eyes were drawn to the scars marring your skin, as they speculated about how the king would perceive your imperfections as repulsive.

Good.

You craved precisely that outcome.

If the king recoiled at your sight, it meant he wouldn’t desire you to bear his heir. If the tales circulating in the town about his monstrous nature held any truth, then he’d likely offer you death as a reprieve—and you’d welcome it with open arms.

Before facing the king, you stole a glance at your reflection, the final moments of solitude before your fate was decided. The powder concealed the imperfections of your skin, rendering it smooth and flawless. Your cheeks and lips bore a muted hue reminiscent of crushed cherries. Delicate white blossoms adorned your hair, woven into your braids by nimble fingers.

As you stood, the other women adorned you in a robe of silky fabric, its floral pattern draping over your form, cinched at the waist to accentuate your curves. Barefoot, you followed them out, the chill of the floor beneath your feet a stark contrast to the warmth of anticipation and trepidation swirling within you.

“Good luck, pauper,” taunted one of the concubines, her voice dripping with disdain, echoed by a cacophony of mocking laughter.

Palms clammy with nerves, you shifted your gaze to the opulence of the palace corridors. Adorned with countless chandeliers and swathes of velvet drapery, they offered a stark contrast to the blooming back garden. Memories of tending to the earth and nurturing life back at your foster family’s home flooded your mind.

“Quickly now,” one of the maids urged, her voice tinged with urgency. “His Lordship detests tardiness.”

“I apologise.” You hastened your steps to keep pace with the group of attendants.

She halted before a grand set of double doors, guarded by imposing sentinels clad in formidable armour. With a flick of her wrist, the guards swung the doors open. She gently nudged you forward, and only as you crossed the threshold did the doors seal shut behind you.

You blinked, adjusting to the dimness within, scanning the chamber until your gaze alighted upon a pair of crimson glimmers opposite you. “My Lord?” You inclined your head and took hesitant steps toward the source of those fiery eyes.

“Come closer,” his command echoed through the chamber, sending a shiver down your spine. The low resonance of His Highness Sukuna Ryomen’s voice was unexpectedly rich and velvety. You had envisioned a voice tinged with age, but instead, it possessed a rough texture that awoken something within you.

With hesitant steps, you approached until you stood at the edge of his bed, your fingertips grazing the diaphanous curtains that enveloped him in a cocoon of privacy.

“Closer,” he urged, coaxing you to unveil the enigma lying beyond the veil.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you obeyed, parting the curtains and gracefully crawled onto the mattress. The silkiness of the sheets were a blatant contrast to the roughness of your foster house’s. A pang of guilt tugged at your conscience as you realized the irony of finding solace in this luxurious confinement of being his concubine.

“Enough.” His abrupt order halted your thoughts, drawing your attention back to the present moment.

As commanded, you obediently settled into your posture, folding your legs beneath you in the dimness. Within his shadowed realm, only the luminous crimson irises pierced through the gloom, studying you with an intensity that made your belly churn. Despite the curiosity burning within you, you restrained the impulse to voice your questions. Instead, you settled in the tranquillity that crowded the space between you.

“What is your name?” His inquiry cut through the hushed air.

“Y/N, my Lord.”

As your name slipped from your lips, he captured it delicately, repeating it like a sacred prayer. Each syllable danced on his tongue, imprinting itself upon the very essence of his being. In that moment, you observed a subtle shift—the shadows that had cloaked the chamber seemed to dissipate.

A soft, golden luminescence filtered through the parted curtains, cascading across half of Sukuna’s face.

You blinked in astonishment.

He appeared . . . young?

The age difference between you and him was not a chasm of decades, but rather a modest gap of no less than five years.

Physically, at least.

His appearance was striking, with locks of hair dyed a subdued pink hue, contrasting with a streak of darker shade beneath. His hair was styled into rugged spikes, lending an air of defiance. Intricate black markings adorned his features, tracing a path from his cheekbones down to his chin, while similar patterns wove across his strong shoulder, cascading over his defined pectoral muscles and sculpted abdomen.

As your eyes fell upon him, your heart quickened its pace, each beat a vicious drumming against your ribs. Gone was the expectation of a lord showing the signs of wisdom, with wrinkles upon his brow and a body marked by the passage of time. Instead, before you stood a vision of breathtaking beauty, defying your preconceived notions and leaving you breathless in awe.

With a graceful gesture, he swept aside the curtains, allowing them to unveil his entirety.

The same markings mirrored the other side of his face and cascaded down the length of his body, a mesmerising display of symmetry. Dark bands encircled his wrists, and his nails bore the same deep hue.

Poised against the headboard, he reclined with an air of effortless elegance, one knee raised as his elbow found a comfortable perch, while the other leg extended out. Though he was unclothed, a veil of silk sheets cloaked the lower half of his form.

“Remarkable,” you unknowingly whispered. Your hand clapped over your mouth. “I apologise, my Lord.”

Sukuna’s lips curved into a sinister grin, his flawless teeth gleaming in the golden light. While many would flee at the sight, you remained rooted in place, unable to tear your gaze away. A delicate flush spread across your cheeks, betraying the undeniable attraction simmering between your legs. He was absolutely divine, and the path of being his concubine suddenly didn’t seem so terrible.

Yet, the reality of sharing Sukuna with ten other women loomed over your thoughts like a shadow. The thought of him spreading his affections among so many others kindled a small flame of jealousy within you, mingled with confusion. Why hadn’t he impregnated at least one of them with the promise of an heir?

“Have you not been schooled in the art of lowering your gaze in the presence of nobility, Y/N?”

Your lashes fluttered as you registered your lapse in decorum, hastily averting your gaze. “Forgive me, my Lord, if my oversight has caused offence.” Surely, he wouldn’t punish you for a momentary lapse of admiration.

Would he?

A gentle touch beneath your chin guided your face upward. His fingers spread across your cheek, the warmth nearly forcing you to curve into his touch. Despite the temptation, your eyes remained obediently downward.

“Look at me.”

Your gaze lingered on him, tracing the delicate patterns etched over his cheek, the fiery hue of his irises, the elegant contour of his nose, and the soft curvature of his lips. Never before had you felt such a rousing desire towards any man. Yet fate had chosen to ensnare your heart with the one most forbidden to you.

“You bear a sadness that weighs heavily in your eyes,” he noted softly, his hand descending to the curve of your neck, his thumb caressing the frantic rhythm of your pulse. A low, melodic sound produced from his throat. “Tell me, my love, does the face before you stir fear within your heart?”

“It does not, my Lord. The fear of your appearance holds no dominion over me,” you declared with quiet resolve. “You’re quite . . . beautiful.”

Sukuna’s gaze sparked with a mixture of surprise and intrigue at your response.

Suppressing a nervous gulp, you silently reprimanded yourself for speaking so boldly to one of noble rank. Back in the confines of your former life, such defiance would have earned you swift punishment, yet here, in the presence of royalty, it could lead to your demise.

As you prepared to avert your gaze, ready to accept whatever consequences may come, Sukuna’s voice cut through the tense air before you could retreat.

“Don’t.”

In that moment, you found yourself questioning your instincts.

Why did you not cower in fear? Why did your body not tremble in the presence of a man who had slaughtered the lives of his enemies without hesitation? And most perplexing of all, how could you maintain unwavering eye contact with a figure of such formidable power?

“Remove your robe.” His grip remained firm around your throat, his thumb delicately tracing your pulse. “And do not stray your gaze elsewhere.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Your fingers loosened the fabric’s bindings, allowing it to cascade down your frame. The robe slipped from your shoulders, revealing the soft curvature of your form beneath. As it pooled around your lap, your breasts stood exposed to his scrutiny.

A shiver danced across your skin as his eyes traced the contours of your body, a faint smirk teasing his lips.

He brushed back strands of your hair, his touch trailing down your vertebrate. His eyes narrowed into thin slits, brows knitted together in contemplation, fingers repeatedly tracing the ridges of your scars.

“Turn around.”

The dreaded discovery that sent ripples of revulsion through the concubines had finally come to pass. Your scars lay exposed before the gaze of a powerful lord. Not only would he slit your throat, but also those of the maids who had tended to your needs, and perhaps even Uruame, who had brokered your purchase from the bastards responsible for your imperfections.

“Never before have I been compelled to repeat myself for a concubine.” His voice carried a lethal edge as he increased his grip around your throat. “Turn the fuck around.”

Your compliance came in slow, measured movements as you turned away, presenting your back to him in a gesture of submission. His hands gathered the strands of your hair, lifting them aside to reveal the raw truth etched into your skin. His fingers traced the jagged remnants of whip lashes, the seared imprints of cigars, and the cruel reminders of knife wounds inflicted by a foster father turned tormentor.

Silent tears traced a path down your cheeks, as you sat in a state of numbness, your gaze fixed upon the closed door of Sukuna’s chamber.

A tender sensation, soft and moist, grazed your back, prompting a reflexive twitch in your left shoulder.

Turning slightly, you beheld Sukuna pressing his lips against the scar that marred your shoulder blades.

“My Lord—”

“I did not ask you to speak,” he murmured over your skin, sending a tremor through your frame. “Rise onto your knees.”

Obeying his command, you ascended onto your knees, feeling the weight of his hands settle upon your waist. His lips trailed a path of reverence, bestowing kisses upon each mark that scarred your skin, from your marrow to your nape.

Your breath caught in a delicate dance of exhales, a whispered symphony escaping your parted lips. The wet caress of his tongue sent ripples of sensation coursing through your being.

His arm circled your waist, drawing you into the sanctuary of his embrace. A fleeting kiss graced the nape of your neck, followed by the suction of his lips upon the tender side of your neck. His soft hands possessively held the curve of your breasts, cradling their weight.

Your head reclined against his strong shoulder.

With his gaze fixed upon you, his lips glistened with a hint of moisture, while his crimson eyes locked onto your own human-like ones. You dared not divert your gaze as he previously ordered. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples, sending lightning strikes through your frame.

Unlike the non-consensual encounter of the past, there was no hint of agony; only a tantalising blend of pleasure that left you breathless, without a protest or helpless whimper. Instead, a sigh of pure rapture escaped your lips, encompassing your body in an embrace.

Sukuna’s gaze narrowed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as if he had stumbled upon a long-sought treasure.

His fingertips skated down your torso, gliding toward your centre. You captured your bottom lip between your teeth. Holding his gaze became a daunting challenge as he skillfully teased your sensitive nub, causing your breath to quicken and your chest to rise and fall with each exhilarating sensation.

Sukuna slid his middle finger into you. “You’re incredibly tight, Sad Eyes,” he murmured, the endearment he had bestowed upon you almost provoking a smile. His lips grazed your ear as he continued. “Perhaps I should stretch you out”—he pushed in his ring finger, forcing a sharp gasp to tear from your throat and an involuntary arch of your body against his chest—“so that your cunt is able to welcome my cock.”

You stifled the knot rising in your throat as Sukuna plunged his fingers into you. Such profound bliss seemed inconceivable with mere digits alone.

“My Lord.” Your breath caught as he increased his tempo. “My—” Each thrust intensified the knot in your stomach, threatening to unravel you entirely. You teetered on the brink, dangerously close to staining his fingers with your release. A sharp gasp choked out of you as he struck a wondrous chord deep within. “Please, my Lord. I beg of you—I will soil your hand if you persist—” But your plea dissolved into a cry of ecstasy before you could utter another word.

Sukuna’s laughter danced teasingly in the hollow of your ear, leaving you utterly spellbound.

You were overheated, overstimulated, overridden by the explosive undoing of his fingers. Breathless and consumed by lust, your world spun as he seized your jaw and crushed his lips to yours.

In that electrifying moment, his tongue invaded your mouth, initially startling you, yet you surrendered to the rhythm.

Sukuna leaned back slightly after planting a tender peck on your lips. Exhaling softly, he threaded his fingers through your hair, his touch sending shivers down your spine. As his lips met yours once more, gentler this time, your hand ventured to trace the contours of his adorned chest.

“You are quite the vixen.” A playful glint danced in his eyes. “How valiant of you to seduce a lord into bestowing kisses upon his concubine.” A broad smile graced his lips, leaving you uncertain whether his words were playful jest or genuine admiration.

“Do you not bestow your kisses upon all your concubines, my Lord?”

“I do not pleasure their cunts, either.”

His speech carried the brashness of a tempest, a departure from the expected decorum one associated with royalty. Sukuna Ryomen defied conventions. It was a trait uncommon among lords, yet one that intrigued you deeply. His demeanour, both in battle and in the intimate confines of the bedchamber, lacked the softening. But you found yourself drawn to his unfiltered honesty, appreciating the absence of cryptic speech.

As you sat before him, considering your next words carefully, a surge of courage emboldened you to reveal your truth.

“My Lord,” you began, your voice quivering with uncertainty, “I . . . I am not pure.”

“Given the sounds you were drawing out,” he quipped with a chuckle, “I wouldn’t have surmised otherwise.” He assisted you in rising from where you rested against his chest, positioning you before him. Observing your solemn expression, he arched an eyebrow in curiosity. “Was your satisfaction not fulfilled?”

“Indeed, my Lord, it surpassed any expectation,” you confessed, worrying your lip as he sighed impatiently. “But I must disclose . . . I am not chaste.”

Sukuna’s response was subdued, save for the faint twitch in his jaw. He averted his gaze from yours momentarily, reaching for the decanter on his bedside table and pouring himself a measure of spirits.

“Speak,” he instructed, his tone clipped.

“It occurred before I reached maturity,” you murmured softly, your arms wrapped protectively around yourself. “My foster father—” Your words faltered as Sukuna raised a hand, a silent acknowledgment of his comprehension of your unspoken anguish.

“I need not hear more.” He swiftly consumed the crimson liquid in a single gulp. “You are dismissed for the night.”

“But my Lord’s desires remain unmet—”

“Leave,” he commanded, his tone final and unwavering.

With a gulp, you hastily gathered your robe around your form, delicately extricating yourself from his expansive bed.

Just as you thought to retreat, a firm hand seized your wrist, drawing you back into Sukuna’s embrace. His lips melded with yours in an intoxicating kiss, causing both your gazes to flutter open when he pulled away. A faint smirk played upon his lips as he adjusted the robe over your shoulder.

“Next time,” he murmured, plucking a flower from the adornments in your hair and placing it upon his bedside, “you shall grace my chambers without such distracting embellishments upon yourself.”

“As you wish, my Lord,” you replied with a respectful bow of your head, awaiting his dismissal until he gestured for you to depart with a casual wave of his hand.

In the shared chambers, your fellow concubines swirled around your bed, eager to hear of your inaugural encounter with Lord Sukuna.

Each girl shared their own vivid tales, painting scenes of ecstasy under the cloak of darkness, where the king’s touch invoked sensations akin to celestial bodies colliding, or where unfamiliar pleasures erased the boundaries of their throat—whatever that latter entailed.

Though a twinge of jealousy flickered within you, it was swiftly overshadowed by a swell of pride. The concubines pleasured Sukuna in darkness, the same darkness you had willingly entered, before his touch had set ablaze a world of gold for you.

They were merely beautiful means of physical gratification for their lord, devoid of the intimacy you shared—his fingers delving deep into your core. And never had any of them spoken of kisses exchanged. Sukuna had spoken true when you questioned if others received similar treatment.

But why you?

Why, after a mere span of ten hours within the palace walls, did you find yourself, dare you entertain the notion, as his favoured? What magic did you possess that drew him to you, and how had you managed to seduce his lips, his fingers, to meet yours in such an intimate embrace?

“Did he spend himself inside you?” one of the girls whispered, prodding your knee to rouse you from your silence.

“No.”

“Aye, he never does,” remarked a golden-haired girl with a resigned sigh. “He sees to it that we consume some berries afterward, claiming they prevent conception. Strange, isn’t it? Especially if he’s so eager for an heir.”

Another girl hushed her, leaning in with a conspiratorial tone. “Did he take you from behind? That’s his favoured position, you know. He’s had us all that way.”

You stumbled over your words, unsure how to respond.

“And did you savour his taste?” came the next question. “It’s quite rich in sodium—”

“Girls!” A booming voice echoed from the doorway of the bedroom, startling you and the other concubines into immediate attention. You caught sight of the elderly attendant who oversaw your care, hands planted firmly on her hips as she observed the chaotic scene before her.

With a disapproving huff, she pivoted sharply on her heel and departed, leaving a lingering sense of reprimand in her wake.

As the frenzied chatter about Sukuna’s body attributes gradually dissolved into the quietude of sleep, morning arrived with its routine of communal showerings.

Throughout the shared bath, you silently scrubbed away the remnants of the night, indulging your fellow concubines about your previous life in town.

Upon drying off and exiting the bathing chamber, you were met with an unexpected sight: a gathering of the girls clustered around your bed.

Navigating through the throng, you reached your space to discover a resplendent scarlet silk robe embroidered with intricate black floral patterns.

Gingerly lifting the note placed atop the fabric, you read Sukuna’s precise handwriting. Curious glances from the other concubines peered over your shoulders in anticipation.

No distracting embellishments, Sad Eyes.

“What does that mean?” a curious whisper floated through the air, followed by murmurs of intrigue from the other girls. “Why does he call you ‘sad eyes’?”

You clutched the letter to your chest, suppressing a grin as you ignored the questions, the mockery, and the jostling of bodies around you. Your attention was fixated on the magnificent robe gifted to you by His Lordship.

For the remainder of the evening, you slept without any interruptions, seeking to compensate for the countless nights spent battling insomnia within the confines of your foster home.

You observed with a keen eye that none of the other girls were ushered to Sukuna’s chambers; their time seemed to veer toward strolls in the back garden or spent in the dormitory, indulging in wine-fueled scandals about the palace staff, as was their custom.

As the clock struck eight in the evening, a troupe of maids entered the chamber bearing dinner trays. A wave of anticipation swept through the room as the other girls eagerly accepted their meals and accompanying pitchers of water. Your own stomach rumbled in hunger, awaiting your own turn.

But that moment never arrived.

Instead, the maid bypassed your bed entirely, moving on to the next. A surge of apprehension rippled through you as a handmaiden approached, guiding you away from the mattress and toward the vanity.

“What about my dinner?” you asked as the attendants groomed your hair.

“His Lordship has extended an invitation for you to dine with him tonight,” came the reply.

The room fell into a sudden hush.

Dine with him?

The notion sent a flurry of thoughts racing through your mind.

Before you could process further, you found yourself pulled upright, your garments removed to be replaced by the scarlet robe.

Envy flickered in the eyes of the other concubines as they observed, their resentment palpable as they stabbed at their food with exaggerated aggression. It wasn’t your doing that Sukuna had taken an unexpected interest in you.

With no adornments save for a dab of crushed cherry paste upon your lips, you were escorted to Sukuna’s chambers.

Once more, the imposing doors swung open, and you found yourself gently ushered into the chamber. As they sealed shut behind you, the room was flooded with light. Sukuna’s figure stared out at the moonlit gardens outside, clad in a billowing white silk robe.

“My Lord,” you greeted respectfully, inclining your head in deference.

“Draw near.”

Complying with his directive, you approached and stood at his side. His presence loomed over you, his stature commanding and formidable, capable of engulfing you entirely with a single embrace. Not that such thoughts dared to linger in your mind.

“Why is your face flushed?” he asked, his gaze penetrating.

You blinked, attempting to dismiss the telltale warmth creeping up your cheeks. “It’s nothing, my Lo—”

Before you could finish, Sukuna turned your chin towards him, his palm coming to rest against your forehead. A nervous swallow traced its way down your throat at his touch, his eyes trailing down your form, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as they settled upon you in your robe.

“Thank you for your gracious gift,” you murmured, feeling the warmth rise to your cheeks.

His fingers trailed through your hair, a mischievous glimmer dancing in his eyes. “I anticipate nothing less than thoroughly enjoying the privilege of removing it off of you.”

You blushed deeper at his statement.

“Come now. I’ve brought a surprise for you.” He took your hand in his with a tug, guiding you towards a doorway. With a simple flick of his fingers, the door parted, revealing a dimly lit hallway beyond.

Your gaze widened in astonishment. “How did you do that, my Lord?”

“Do what?”

“You opened the door without laying a hand on it.”

Sukuna’s striking blood-coloured eyes cut to you. “There is much about me that will be unveiled in due course, my love. What you perceive is but a guise for my true nature.” His smile, oddly childlike, sent a chill down your spine.

Was he some sort of sorcerer? You’d only heard whispers of human anomalies lurking beneath the earth’s surface or sealed within vessels, but historical accounts weren't exactly your cup of tea.

“I ventured into town today,” he said.

“Oh.” You swallowed hard, recovering from his previous statement. “I hope it was a fruitful trip.”

“Indeed, quite fruitful.”

In the soft glow of the distant hallway, Sukuna’s face came into view, casting a spell of trepidation upon your heart. His features were drawn into a mask of stoicism, his eyes devoid of warmth, and his lips pressed into a firm line, jaw rigid with tension.

Parting the curtains, Sukuna drew you near, his arm sweeping out to reveal a horrifying sight: your foster father, bound to a chair with chains, bearing the cruel marks of torture.

His face marred by countless wounds, an eye cruelly absent, and teeth scattered at his feet. His dignity stripped away, his vulnerability laid bare in his nakedness, and his manhood amputated.

The sickening lurch in your stomach threatened to betray your composure. “F-Forgive my intrusion, my Lord, but is he . . . is he dead?”

Sukuna’s response was a gilded dagger from within his robe, its handle decorated with a jewel reminiscent of your own captivating eyes. Nestled within the hilt was the very flower he had plucked from your hair. Upon the blade, your name was inscribed.

“Do as you wish, my beloved,” he whispered, his voice stained with dark fascination, offering you the instrument of your foster father’s fate with a chilling sense of detachment.

You couldn’t possibly bring yourself to commit such a heinous act.

Despite the unspeakable cruelties inflicted upon you by the bastard, the idea of taking another’s life filled you with a trembling dread.

Yet, the itch to end the torment, to rid the world of such a vile presence, simmered just beneath the surface as you stood before him, his life slipping away.

A hand trailed down the back of your head, guiding your trembling fingers to grasp the dagger tightly.

Looking up, you met Sukuna’s gaze, his expression hollow, his features obscured by shadows. This was the face of the Devil that cursed his enemies on their knees and had them willingly submit to death.

With a push from behind, you stumbled forward, drawing closer to your step-father’s prone form.

Glancing back at Sukuna, you were met with an incongruously bright smile. Quite a twisted paradox, His Lordship.

Your step-father sat unconscious, the stench of his bodily fluids assaulting your senses. His wounds oozed with a sickening mixture of blood and pus, his laboured breaths the only indication of life remaining within him. The scene was painfully familiar, a mirror image of the torment you had endured countless times before.

But now, someone had intervened, offering you a chance at liberation, a chance to end the cycle of abuse once and for all.

You glanced back again.

Until Sukuna.

Your gaze reluctantly returned to the true embodiment of cruelty before you. With a steady hand, you raised your arm, wielding the dagger with purpose.

It found its mark in your foster-father’s chest, a chilling silence punctuated only by the sound of steel meeting flesh. Ignoring the strangled cry that erupted from him, you withdrew the blade, then drove it back into his heart.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

His lifeblood painted your face and stained your pristine garments, mingling with the fabric in a macabre dance of crimson. To the untrained eye, it could easily be mistaken for a mere splash of vibrant colour upon your robe.

No one would dare suspect the truth.

No one would dare come near if they knew of your sin.

No one, except Sukuna.

Once the monster over your bed was consigned to the depths of hell, his guts spilling onto the floor around your bare feet, you allowed yourself a moment of grim satisfaction.

With a contemptuous snarl, you spat upon him, a visceral response to the years of degradation he had inflicted upon you for every misstep.

A comforting warmth touched your back.

Startled by the sudden contact, you tensed before easing at the sight of Sukuna’s faint smile.

As he reached to caress your cheek, you instinctively recoiled, lowering your gaze in deference.

“Forgive me, my Lord,” you murmured, “but I cannot permit you to spoil your hands with the blood of this man.”

Sukuna’s shoes entered your line of sight as he tilted your chin upward, his moon-white sleeve wiping away the traces of blood from your mouth and its vicinity. “You appear rather exquisite painted in blood, Sad Eyes. Perhaps I ought to designate you as my prized assassin instead of a mere concubine.”

“I beg your pardon, my Lord, but I cannot partake in killing . . . again.”

“You need not worry,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear as he drew near. “I will defend you from any who cast their gaze upon you, let alone lay a hand upon your delicate form. Those who dare cross that line will face my wrath, their very existence extinguished before your eyes. Not a single tear shall stain your cheeks.” His lips brushed against yours. “From this moment forward, fear shall not reside within you. By my side, you shall command fear itself, my love.”

That night, Sukuna bathed you in the sanctuary of his chambers, washing away the traces of blood from your skin as you gazed at him with a sense of wonder. It wasn’t the superficial admiration the other concubines whispered about—it was a profound affection blossoming within you, nurtured by power and protection.

He draped you in the luxurious folds of one of his silk robes, summoning servants to prepare dinner. Seated upon his lap, he fed you spoonfuls of rice and chicken, even as your stomach protested its fullness. Soft kisses peppered your neck like a sweet dessert, culminating in one upon your lips before he reluctantly released you to retire to your dormitory.

In the ensuing weeks, Sukuna would consistently send a crafted robe ahead of each meeting—in the serene seclusion of his chambers, where the flickering candlelight cast shadows upon the walls as you dined together.

Over the course of these intimate dinners, he eagerly absorbed your musings, whether they revolved around the narratives of books discovered within the palace library or your adeptness with herbs and plants, nurtured by your profound knowledge.

On occasion, as the first light of dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, Sukuna would summon you for a stroll in the haven of the back garden. Woven between the fragrant blooms, you’d dance about with childlike enthusiasm, identifying various flowers and tracing their lineage.

Ever the attentive listener, Sukuna trailed behind you, his gaze fixed upon your animated figure. He would only speak when you fell silent, demanding you to continue sharing the familial ties between apples, plums, and the roses they stemmed from.

Within the crevice of your soul, the once withered garden of affection had flourished into a lush wilderness, blossoming with untamed wildflowers and clouds that spelled out his name.

Sukuna inhabited your every waking thought, his intoxicating mouth that worshipped your body left you giggling in delight behind your hands.

Yet, each encounter with a fellow concubine, flushed and eager with tales of their rendezvous with him, felt like thorns piercing your tender heart. Jealousy, like ivy creeping upon stone, entwined itself around your every plagued thought. Your gaze often strayed to the bedside drawer where the dagger lay dormant. The mere mention of his physique by the other women tormented your soul relentlessly.

Why hadn’t Sukuna taken you as he had with every other concubine? You had grown accustomed to his presence, even eager to reciprocate the pleasure he gifted you every evening. You had offered yourself willingly, aching for the intimacy that would bind you even closer to him. But he had not claimed you in the same manner, not entered you fully, not seeded his legacy within you.

Did he question your worthiness? Did he see you merely as a transient pleasure? Were you destined to remain just a concubine, forever denied the honour of carrying his child?

“Why do you remain silent?” Sukuna asked, turning the pages of the book you had suggested to him; he was already half-way through.

You were seated snugly between his legs upon the bed, your back rested against his chest, fingers idly toying with the strands of your hair. “I find myself devoid of words this evening.”

“Hmm.” Sukuna took a leisurely sip of his drink before placing it aside. “Surely you can conjure something. You know well enough that I cannot endure your silence.”

With an exasperated sigh, you rolled your eyes. “Well, I apologise for failing to provide you with amusement, my Lord.”

Sukuna snapped the book shut.

You instinctively pressed your lips together, silently chiding yourself for the unintended sharpness in your voice.

With a heavy sigh, you resigned yourself to maintaining your composure, forcing yourself to take slow, steady breaths. Deep down, you believed that he wouldn’t inflict harm upon you or cast you out of his chambers. But the nagging thought chewed at you.

This was Sukuna Ryomen, and you . . . well, you were merely a shadow in comparison.

“If you crave my touch,” he breathed softly into your ear, “all you need to do is utter the request.”

With a determined resolve, you turned to face him, settling yourself upon his lap. Sukuna regarded you with a quirked eyebrow, a quiet acknowledgment of your unconventional audacity.

“I do crave your touch, my Lord,” you confessed, your voice a hushed plea, “but not only with your hands or lips. I long to feel you in a different manner.” Your gaze drifted down to his pelvis, the unspoken appetite evident in your eyes. “I crave that.”

Sukuna exhaled heavily, his gaze piercing as he addressed you. “So, you’ve been withholding your words simply because I haven’t fed you my cock?"

Heat rose to your cheeks at his blunt proclamation, though you had grown accustomed to his coarse mannerisms over time.

“Yes, my . . . Lord.” Your voice carried a mixture of embarrassment. “I’ve endured three long months of anticipation, patiently waiting to share in the pleasures enjoyed by your other consorts. Yet, with the arrival of autumn, I find myself still untouched by the experiences they so openly boast about.”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Are you asking me to bed you merely for the purpose of becoming a notch in your bragging rights?”

“Never, my Lord!” you protested vehemently, a hint of hurt flickering in your eyes. “I would never demean you with such vulgar talk in public. I’ve spun tales to the others, concealing the truth of our encounters. They remain oblivious to the pleasures you’ve granted me.” Your fingers traced the intricate markings on his chiselled abdominal muscles. “If my spoiled state displeases you, if I am deemed unworthy of your touch, pray, inform me now. Regardless, my sole wish is to fulfil His Lordship’s needs.”

Sukuna disentangled your hands from his chest, a gesture that caused a fissure to form within your heart, forcing your body to instinctively withdraw from his touch.

Just as you began to pull away, he swiftly encircled his arm around your waist, tugging you back onto his lap with a firm grip. Before you could utter a single word, his lips descended upon yours, silencing any protest with a passionate kiss.

With a purposeful touch, he skillfully divested you of your robe, revealing the curves of your form beneath. His hands, warm and adept, began to massage your supple breasts, kindling soft gasps from your lips. His own trailed a wet path downward, leaving a bridge of feverish kisses along the expanse of your throat, lingering over the rapid pulse beneath your skin.

As his lips found purchase on the tender flesh of your neck, his actions became more urgent, his touch more demanding. A pinch at your pebbled nipples sent a shiver of sensation coursing through you, followed by the heat of an open-mouthed kiss.

Your gaze drifted downwards, enchanted by the sight of his tongue encircling the sensitive spots, suckling on the swollen buds like a babe. Already, heat was building within the depths of your being, igniting a flame that spread between your legs.

Sukuna laid you back, relishing the delicate flavour of your lips as his fingers skillfully sought out your throbbing clit, stimulating it with unhurried circles.

With practised ease, he slipped two fingers inside you, quickening his rhythm without preamble. Your hand instinctively traced down to his chest, undoing the fastenings of his robe.

“Take it,” he whispered against your mouth, his breath mingling with yours. “Satisfy your lord, my love.”

Your fingers curled around his pulsating cock, the very object of desire that the other girls had passionately recounted. The knowledge of their previous intimacies with him only stoked the flames of envy within you, spurring you to intensify your ministrations.

With a surge of determination, you quickened the pace of your caresses, applying pressure with your thumb upon his sensitive tip while fondling his sacs.

Sukuna’s grin widened against your lips as he reciprocated with equal zeal, slipping a third finger into your slick heat until he was fully engulfed by your swollen core.

Together, you sailed upon the waves of raw carnal desire, locked in a lecherous race to reach your climax, each vying to be the first to cross the finish line—

Sukuna’s low, guttural moans resonated throughout the chamber.

You had achieved victory.

His essence spilled forth into your waiting hands, his cock convulsing with the intensity of his release. Moments later, you succumbed to your own climax, a soft cry escaping your lips.

With care, Sukuna withdrew his hand from your centre, and you instinctively examined your palm, noting the striking resemblance of his essence to your own.

You tentatively brought your fingers to your lips, savouring the taste of him.

“I did not instruct you to do that,” he growled, his gaze blazing as you tasted him. “But I suppose I’ll permit it.”

“It is salty,” you murmured, almost absentmindedly.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, are you women incapable of discussing anything besides my cock?” he exclaimed, frustration evident in his tone.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension dissipating as he cleaned his fingers with his tongue before tenderly cradling the back of your head, drawing you to sit upon his lap. Your laughter softened into chuckles, a smile playing upon your lips.

“Did I please you, my Lo—”

“Sukuna,” he interrupted firmly. “Only you may address me by my given name.”

“My L—”

“I command it.” His tone left no room for argument.

You affirmed your agreement with a nod.

He was Sukuna.

Your Sukuna.

“Very well, Sukuna.” You felt a subtle shift in the air between you. His chuckle rumbled softly. “Shall I turn around for you?”

“And why do you deem such an unnecessary act necessary?”

“Because—” You suppressed the urge to divulge the whispers of the other concubines regarding his favoured position. “Never mind. How would you prefer me to present myself to you?”

“As you are,” Sukuna answered, his grip tightening around himself. “How you managed to have me spend by your hand in under five minutes is a marvel beyond my comprehension.”

Internally, you gave yourself a congratulatory pat on the back.

“Now, my love,” he said, inclining his chin towards his erection, “will you do my cock the honour of sitting on it?”

Licking the grin of your lips, you nodded, rising to your knees. With nimble fingers, you positioned his hardened length at your entrance, gradually lowering yourself onto him.

A sharp intake of breath escaped Sukuna’s lips, his hands instinctively grasping your hips. You bit down on the inside of your cheek, enduring the initial sting of penetration. Perhaps every touch of his fingers had been a meticulous groundwork for this pinnacle moment.

As you settled into your seat upon him, you granted yourself a minute to acclimate to the sheer magnitude of him stretching and filling your tight, supple walls.

Sukuna tilted his head back, impatience evident in his eyes. “Will you begin moving at a pace befitting this century, Sad Eyes?”

“Just a moment,” you retorted, your tone tinged with irritation.

“Unfortunately, the sight of your leaking cunt is testing my patience,” he remarked, his gaze lingering provocatively on your flushed form.

Collecting yourself, you affirmed your resolve with a nod before subtly adjusting your position, and swaying your hips forward. His strong hands guided you, aiding your movements as you sought a rhythm. “Gods, you’re—you’re quite large. It’s rather discomforting.”

“Ah, where has the enthusiasm to please your lord vanished, my love?” His laughter echoes through the chamber as he leaned back, amused by your scowl. “I must confess, your defiance is perhaps your most alluring trait. It has crossed my mind more than once during moments of handling myself in the bath.”

Your brow furrowed in dismay.

It was evident that the other concubines possessed far greater expertise in pleasuring him than you ever could. All you could manage was to feign enthusiasm, your movements faltering and disjointed, as you struggled to produce even a fraction of the satisfaction they effortlessly blessed him with. His laughter, which wasn’t helping your cause, bore an uncanny resemblance to the mocking tones of the girls who had taunted you in the past.

You no longer wished to endure this charade.

You halted in your tracks, unable to muster the courage to meet his gaze, your eyes fixated instead on his throat. “It appears . . . that I may not be adequately versed in fulfilling your needs. I shall endeavour to educate myself further before making another attempt. For now, I request permission to retire for the evening, my Lord.”

Sukuna’s grip tightened as he seized your jaw, compelling you to meet his gaze. “You dare to defy my command to address me by my given name?” His smile remained wicked as he drew your face closer to his own. “Remember, my love, there is a boundary to which I tolerate your rebellion. Do not allow my affections to cloud your judgement. I remain your Lord, above all else. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you managed to gasp out.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Sukuna,” you replied, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

With a swift motion, he released your sore jaw, and before you could even consider easing the ache, his lips crashed against yours.

In that moment, control slipped from your grasp entirely. His hands gripped the flesh of your buttocks possessively, guiding your movements as he claimed you with a primal savageness that left you shaking in his embrace.

“Does it pain you, my beloved?” Sukuna growled, his fingers curling around your nape possessively. “Do you feel the strain of my cock as I breach your tender walls?”

You whimpered softly, your head nodding against the curve of his neck.

“Fear not, my darling. I will diligently train this cunt of yours to accommodate every inch of me, dusk, dawn, and twilight. Your throat, too, shall be honed to fulfil my every whim, wherever and whenever I demand.” With a swift motion, he tugged your hair, forcing you to meet his glare. “And should you dare to entertain thoughts of defiance with any other man beyond the confines of my chamber, rest assured, there will be consequences.”

“Sukuna,” was all you gasped, eyes rolling back as his tip probed the depths of your womb. His tongue traced the delicate curve of your throat before shoving into your mouth, drawing out your own to suckle on. In the heat of the moment, your hands roamed aimlessly, torn between grasping at his waist, clutching his shoulders, or caressing his cheeks.

“Oh, how I love the sight of your breasts greeting me in my face.” Sukuna tightened his hold on each of them with a deadly grasp, savouring the melodious cry that escaped your lips. He lowered his head and teethed each nipple, drawing it out and relishing in the masochism of your sharp nails clawing down his back. “Deeper, my darling. You alone hold the privilege of marking my flesh. Let my scars mirror yours.”

With caution, you shifted your hands to rest upon his firm pectoral muscles before you could accidentally claw out his spinal cord.

Sukuna’s touch drifted from your bruised breasts to cradle your face, guiding your gaze to meet his crimson one.

Encouraged by his comforting presence, you arched your hips forward with newfound confidence. His fingers swept through your hair, pushing it away as he offered reassuring nods.

Now, the reins rested firmly within your grasp.

“Fuck . . .” Leaning back against the headboard, he released soft sighs. Warm breaths escaped his parted lips as you continued increasing your ministrations. Your gaze momentarily flickered to your favourite book resting on his bedside table before returning to his face.

Suddenly seized by an impulse, you leaned forward to plant a tender kiss upon his lips, trailing upward to gently brush against his cheekbones, tracing the intricate markings lining his skin.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Someone must play the role of the tender one between us, Sukuna,” you answered, mirroring the attention he had given your scars during your initial encounter. With each kiss, you felt his eyes tracing your movements, following the path of your lips as they journeyed across his face, landing upon his nose or the pulse of his neck.

“My beloved,” Sukuna’s voice caressed your ears, drawing your focus entirely to him, “listen closely to my words.”

You halted your movements, a curious expression dancing in your eyes. “What troubles you?”

With a deliberate motion, he guided your hips forward, his gaze unwavering. “Throughout the night, I will fill your womb ceaselessly, and in mere weeks, you shall carry my legacy within you.” Your heart leaped into your throat, fluttering with an overwhelming rush of emotion. “Peril will shadow your every step. Those who oppose us will stop at nothing to eliminate your life and the life of our child. Do you comprehend the gravity of our situation?”

You blinked back the tears, resigning yourself to the inevitable.

“But I vow upon my honour, such an atrocity shall never come to pass. I will sever entire bloodlines if even a single strand of your precious hair were harmed.” His movements quickened as he thrusted into you.

Your grip tightened on his shoulders again, gasping for breath between erratic pants.

“At dawn’s light, all concubines shall be reassigned to palace duties. You need only point out those who have dared to trouble you, though their transgressions are already known to me.” His motions became more intense as he pressed you onto your back, pinning your arms above your head. “And when the sun graces the horizon, you, my beloved, shall be proclaimed as my queen.”

Your voice wailed through the chamber as you cried out his name, drowning in the waves of scorching pleasure never before experienced.

Instead of seeing celestial bodies colliding, your gaze met the deep crimson of his irises, those same eyes that had captivated you on that very first night.

“Sukuna . . . ”

With a smile mirroring his own, you tilted your head upward, silently beckoning him to seal the moment with a kiss. As he obliged, his cock pulsed within you, filling you with his warmth until every fibre of your being was tethered with his.

But he didn’t withdraw. Just as he had promised, he intended to keep you close throughout the night, to claim you as his own.

And in that moment, as you laid with him, you welcomed the dawn of a new chapter standing beside him, prepared to reign as Sukuna Ryomen’s queen.

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