Is it so much to ask that a yandere noncons me gently, with praise instead of degradation? Just so desperately kisses me and profusely apologizes that they just have to fuck me? Saying they've needed me and needed to fuck me and breed me for months, years even. Someone you might consider good or shy, cocky or cruel, just rocking their hips into you at a fast pace, crying that they're sorry and they really couldn't hold back anymore all whilst praisng you with "good little one", you take my cock so well darling, you were made for me sweetheart, the way your pulsing around me is delicious, I've needed this since the day we met, I've been masturbating to dirty fantasies of us since the first time I saw your beautiful face angel, and now I get to breed you like I've always been meant to bunny. "
In conclusion, I was getting upset about being called a slut and a bitch in Yandere x readers.
Actionable Ideas for Challenging Infold Over Valko's Release (Updated!)
A lot of LADS fans are really upset over Infold's decision to shelve Valko. This is my attempt at creating action items for fans wanting to do something but are unsure where to start.
Here are some methods for giving Infold feedback:
Sign this petition and this petition
Reply to their posts on X (Twitter)
Comment on their Instagram posts and unfollow them
Comment on their Facebook posts and unfollow them
Comment on their YouTube videos and unfollow them
Comment on their XHS/RedNote posts and unfollow them
Join their official Discord Server and voice your dissatisfaction
Leave a 1-star review on the Apple App Store or the Google Play Store
Complete the survey in the Love and Deepspace app by selecting the box/pencil icon in the top right corner of the home screen
"Suggest" Valko's release in the Love and Deepspace app by going to Settings > More > Support, then select "Suggestion"
(If you want to be slightly passive-aggressive) On 9 July, go to Settings > More > Support, then select "Bug Report" and fill out the report stating that the promised Valko content is missing
Remember: if we want Infold to listen to us, we MUST remain persistent, civil, and demonstrate our affection for the game. I highly doubt they will be intimidated by non-CN players, which means we are held to a different standard. What is effective for them will not be effective for us.
With that said, remember these do's and dont's:
Do vary your written feedback. Making each piece of feedback you give at least slightly different, particularly in emails, will ensure your thoughts are not filtered out.
Do repeatedly submit/post/send your feedback over the next few weeks. Email them today, in a few days, on 9 July, and in the weeks after. Post on their social media every day. Overwhelm them and show them this isn't going to go away over a few free Wishes.
Do prepare to CONTINUE submitting/posting/sending your feedback over the next few months. Infold needs to see that we won't let this issue go. Schedule emails to be sent to them over the next 3 months. Draft X posts today and copy and paste them to post in a few months time. Draft your long-form in-app feedback in preperation for the update and the upcoming banners. Create reminders to check and comment on their posts weekly. Don't let them get comfortable. Be a dog with a bone (lol).
Do maintain a polite tone in your feedback (even when you are issuing a threat like leaving the game).
Do specify your current disappointments, long-term criticisms, and expectations for the future of the game should you continue to play. For example, don't just say you want more Main Story updates; specify that you want them every three months.
Do clearly isolate your long-term issues with the game from the current issue of Valko's release. Make it clear that those issues are not resolved by delaying or permanently canceling Valko's debut.
Do talk positively about whatever you can (ie. enjoying other LIs, enjoying the content of the Main Story itself, appreciating the worldbuilding, etc). This may feel difficult, but it demonstrates that you are a passionate player. Infold can assume that a player so invested in the game would need something drastic to push them to leave.
Don't use profanity.
Don't reference CN players.
Don't bring up Infold's past mistakes. We need to stay focused on the current issues.
Don't criticize anything about Valko's teased content. This one may be unpopular, I know. If Infold is pulling back Valko's release, I don't think it's likely that they will be willing to invest any more time and money into his development. If they continue to get more and more criticisms about him and don't care to change anything about him, they will never release him. I'm not minimizing any fan's concerns; I'm suggesting we choose a priority.
If you are unsure where to start, here are some talking points:
Express your excitement over Valko (bonus points if you give reasons why). Did you come back from a long hiatus for him?
Express your disappointment over not having Valko in the game. How will it impact your enjoyment of the game?
Describe how you prepared for his anticipated arrival.
ā¢ In-game (farm for dias, bought packs, etc)
ā¢ On your devices (created storage space, bought a new device, etc)
ā¢ Financially (budgeted for buying packs upon his release, etc)
Describe how you engaged in fandom around Valko. Did you create fanart, fanfiction, or other fanworks? How much were you consuming fanworks showcasing him? Demonstrating how beloved he was before any real content of his being released indicates a warm reception if/when he is released.
What are the current issues you experience with the game? Be specific. Describe exactly how they impact your gameplay. Suggest a concrete way those issues could be resolved. Assert that Valko's release being postponed or canceled will not resolve these issues.
Express concern for the changes to their planned story arc his absence would create. Question if those changes would be as enjoyable as their original plan.
(If you're feeling up to it) Acknowledge the amount of time, effort, and money that must have gone into creating Valko. Let them know it would disappoint you to see it go to waste.
Infold made a terrible decision. We need to take action and let Infold know that a large portion of the LADS fanbase wants Valko to be released at some point. Let's try to remain positive where we can, engage in positive fandom, and do our best to make our voices heard by Infold.
Thanks to @shivasdarknight, @adehsroyal, and @alyxzenia for their contributions!
An Honour to be in a Harem!? - [Genshin Impact SAGAU] | MDNI | GN AFAB 18+
blurb:
The concept of all these gorgeous people bowing before you is hard to grasp, but it's even worse to think that they'd actually offer themselves to you as a love interest.
So obviously, you brush them off and decline, retorting that just because you're their supposed Creator doesn't mean they should feel as though they had to subject themselves to your unwanted affection. After all, who were you really, to compare to them?
Unfortunately (or fortunately, actually) they seem quite boggled at your output.
Ah! It all makes sense now! Their dearly Beloved is the shy type! Worry not, your Grace! Your dearest acolytes are more than happy to bask in any sort of attention you decide to share! Rest assured, they'll take care of all your needs~
cw: not edited, second-person-pov, kind of a sequel?, afab bodied, you are dearly beloved and longed for <3, realistically if this happened i would rather die of a heart attack, lots of love and affection!!, mdni, spicy content, swearing, smut, overstim, manhandling, voyeurism, squirting, fingering, cunnilingus, sub [name], use of terms cunny cunt pussy tit breasts, help i'm embarassed i wrote this omfg who am i, would u believe me if i said this is my first smut
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What is this bullshit.
You can't help but just blink at the Archon knelt at your feet, his head bowed low. When you emit a shocked squeak he looks up at you, amber eyes latching onto your flustered expression.
Your gaze darts around the few others surrounding your throne--you only really sit in it when the people of teyvat line up for personal prayers and blessings, or when someone tells you to. Otherwise, you avoid sitting in it.
Venti, Ei, Al-haitham, Ayato, Ningguang, Jean, Furina, Neuvillette, and Tartaglia stand past Zhongli who is knelt before you.
You force a polite smile and let out a nervous laugh, "Aha, um... d-dont.. you don't have to do that. Really."
"Do not misunderstand, Beloved," The geo Archon stands to his full height, and you feel small despite the grandness of your seat, "it truly would be my--our, utmost honour." He places a hand over his heart and bows lowly by the waist. The others follow in tandem, and you panic.
"No! Really," Although all your fanfic dreams were coming true, knowing that these are now very much real people and not just characters put you on edge. They all have their own lives to live, their own goals and ambitions, likes and dislikes, preferences and attractions that you certainly didn't and never would attain.
At first, the idea is flustering and the offer makes you feel giddy, but looking into it, you feel bad. They see you as their All-Maker, who are you to make them miserable?
"You don't need to do that. I-I know there's that rumour going around, but really, I'm fine by myself."
"Your Grace," Ei steps forwards with a tiny furrow in her thin brows, "please, it would be our honour--"
"You know what would really be an honour," Your heart stings slightly, but you straighten up on your throne and give your audience a reassuring smile, "is if you went out on your own to seek who you actually love, to find a partner you'll be happy to spend your time with--to love on your own accord. That, would be an honour, I'd say."
You're not oblivious to how everyone reels back at your words, a mixture of shock, fear, and disbelief covering their features sported by prominent frowns.
Al-haitham is the one to break the tense silence that freezes the room.
"Beloved," His eyes flicker over you, thought and theories wiring around his ever working mind, "are we unsatisfactory?"
You blanch, "Gah! No! Oh my--it's nothing like that!" You can't help but feel flushed under the intensity of their eyes.
"It's just, you need to not see me as a duty."
You address them calmly, forcing your fluttering feelings down to school your face passively.
"You need to focus on yourselves, and your own lives. I'm not here to come between that."
Their silent stares are unnerving, and Venti and Furina share a look with hidden smiles while Jean steps forward with a respecful bow.
"Of course, your Grace."
"F-Fuck..!"
Embarassed tears sting your eyeline while you hold your breath, desperately trying to get ahold of yourself.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head and a loud moan is forced out of you each time Ayato's fat cock plunges in and out of your sloppy cunt.
He sits leant against the finest silken pillows with your naked back pressed against his bare, toned chest, an arm wrapped securely around your waist while the other sweetly fondles with one of your spit laden breasts.
Thoma lay stomach down on the soft doona, face buried dutifully between your quivering thighs which he holds apart with surprising strength. He tongues at your swollen clit fervently, and you cry out in humiliation when your slick gushes from your slit and onto the expensive fabric below.
"G-nngh!" You clench your eyes shut at the embarassingly loud noise of skin slapping against skin and the lewd sucks of Thoma's mouth and the squelching of your pussy, "a-ah..! Ah! Ah!"
The Kamisato Commisioner lets out a low moan by your ear, feeling your hot and gummy walls squeeze down on his cock deliciously.
"Remember-- hng! R-Remember to breathe, my beloved."
He gently squishes the enticing softness of your tit, bucking up into you abruptly when you let out a squeal as he pinches your nipple.
"M-Mm~ my dearest," Thoma moans onto your slickened pearl, and you just about explode at the burst of electric pleasure that shoots up your spine, "you taste.. divine..~!"
Your heart thrums at the messy sight of him, his lips, chin and cheeks covered in your honey thick slick with half lidded eyes locked onto your expressions. You let out a needy moan when you notice him desperately grinding his naked hips into the bedding for release.
A now all too familiar searing pleasure suddenly coils in the utmost depth of your body, and you scream at the sheer ferocity of it.
"C-Can't! I can't!"
You buck your hips away from Ayato's throbbing length and bump into Thoma's chin, but they only follow you--the commisioner's arm moving from your waist to your hips, locking you in place while Thoma's grip moves from your thighs to the underside of your knees, opening you up and forcibly holding you still.
You dig your nails into Ayato's arm, your other hand fruitlessly shoving at the housekeeper's head to push him away.
The pleasure becomes piercing, and you choke on a sob as your gushing cunny just goes squelch, squelch, squelch with every thrust you have to take. His cock feels so dangerously good, and you fear your clit might bleed from its continuous onslaught of pleasure.
Thoma's tongue licks at the opening of your slit and the base of his lord's cock, and Ayato curses lowly, his grip tightening.
You feel something thick and heavy and hot spurt inside you, though the pounding doesn't let up and the near painful coil violently pops inside you, and you shriek in tandem with the burst of watery clear fluid that squirts from your throbbing cunny.
Your face burns hot with humiliation, and you can only muffle your embarassed moans into the fabric of the couch.
Naked and vulnerable, you're bent ass up and face down over Al-haitham's lap with his dominant hand knuckle deep in your wet pussy.
Maybe, just maybe you might've been able to handle this amicably, but not with Kaveh walking in and berating the Akademia Scribe turned Grand Sage on his pleasure skills.
With your ass held high and knees spread, your leaking cunt is on display for the genius architect while his roommate fingers you ruthlessly, constantly prodding and rubbing that special squishy spot inside you that renders you immobile.
"H-Hah.. mmngh! Ah..."
You can do nothing but take it and drool on the couch while they squabble above you as though you're not there.
"--Y-You brute! That's our beloved and you're treating them like that!?"
"I'd say our Creator quite likes it."
You stifle a screech when Al-haitham takes his other hand and spreads your ass open to prove his argument to Kaveh.
"See?" He takes out his fingers and spreads them apart, watching your hot slick string apart, "and here too." You sob loudly as he gently prods your pussy lips apart to stare down your red, throbbing clit.
Kaveh's face flushes at the lewd display, and he gulps while setting his suitcase down off to the side before approaching.
"A-And?"
"[name] has cum thrice already."
Kaveh's brow twitches, "Were you not going to clean them up?!"
Al-haitham huffs indifferently despite the miniscule tint of pink arousal across his cheeks, "I'll leave that to you."
The blond hmphs at him before cooing at you softly, praising you with your title and demeanour.
"Our beloved," He caresses your back, and you shiver pleasantly at the tingle it stimulates, "you've been so good, haven't you? Done so well..."
He hushes you gently as he moves closer behind you, kneeling at the couch's edge, face level with your puffy cunny. Al-haitham remains quiet this time around, his non-slick covered hand patting your head lovingly.
"It's okay~ I'll take good care of you now, I'll clean you up all nice, alright?"
You only whine when he sinks his tongue into your pussy, lapping up your spilled juices and nipping at your reddened bud. Your body trembles with an absentminded moan when he sucks on your sore little clit, and he emits a noise of suprise as a new abundance of syrup leaks from your opening.
Al-haitham quirks up a brow, "Four times, now."
"Mercy! M-Mercy..!" You cry out.
"Oh," Lisa tuts demeaningly, "no, no, no dear one~ You see, you didn't quite seem to believe our intentions true when we offered ourselves to you. So it only seems right that we prove it, yes?"
You can't squirm away from Eula's mouth, her strength baffling as she keeps you stood still against the Grand Master's desk with ease. Amber mouths at the mounds of your breasts, obessed with how soft the fat of them are.
You whimper loudly when Eula curls her two fingers into your front wall, clenching down on her and nearly screaming when she thrusts them into you punishingly.
Jean can't help but watch in stunned silence of you, your voice and body ethereal. She can't wait to get a taste of her own as you shudder and gasp.
It was bad enough when Venti had his way with you earlier under Vanessa's tree, simultaneously teasing you and giving you everything you wanted.
He ran his mouth with words that were both endearingly sweet and pure debauchery, controlling the winds to graze at your hardened nipples with ghost like touches that left you spasming and breathless.
He'd shown you his choice of belonging to you through the intimate thrusts of his hips and sloppy, loving kisses across your body--he'd then guided you back to the gates of Mondstadt with the help of the wind to keep you balanced.
You cry when a thin zap of purple shocks your pulsing clit, cumming instantly while Eula's tongue soothes over it with the help of her cryo ability. Your lewd honey drips down your leg and onto the floor, and the blue haired girl sneers at the waste of it.
A whimper escapes you when Amber nips at your soft tit a little too harshly, and she murmurs a timid apology, looking up at you reverently before continuing.
"P-Please..!" You hate how they've all been able to make you cry with pleasure, as though they always knew just what they were doing to you, "it..-it hurts now..! A-Aaahhh..."
You let out a long, breathy whine as you cum again, tears steaming down your cheeks as the gentle wave of bliss washes over you. You almost miss Acting Grand Master Jean calling for someone to enter after a knock on the door.
Humiliation of your state causes you to flush and shut your teary eyes as Kaeya walks in, gaze latching onto you immediately.
He closes the door behind him, humming lowly at the sight.
His eye glints in dirty interest, a grin creeping up his lips at the sound of your whimpers and sloppy cunt.
"Oh? It's our turn already?"
"Kaeya! You're just in time," Lisa grins mischieviously, "I believe our dearly beloved is ready for something... thicker, now." She smiles as though her filthy implication were a casual statement of time.
You hate being the centre of attention, but fuck does it feel good. You hate feeling so vulnerable, but good god do they take care of you.
Maybe, just maybe you could allow yourself to indulge in their affections...
Nope.
Hate. You hate, hate, hate, hate hate it.
You whimper quietly, head bowed to hide your face from the prying eyes of the others seated around you.
You're back in the lands of Inazuma, in the very same place you were last time the picnic was set up. It was much more lavish this time around, based in the early evening with a gorgeous ocean view, lights strung up in the trees and scattered atop a few stable rocks.
The blankets laid down were much thicker this time, and the pillows larger and fluffier. The sunset paints the horizon gold and pink which fades into a rich purple and, eventually, the glimmering darkness of night.
You sit in Zhongli's lap, a spare blanket covering your bare lower half as you squirm on his throbbing cock. You could feel his other drooling pre-cum against your lower back.
The others had been coaxing you to eat your share of the platter, Navia and Wriothesly feeding you small portions since you were too shy to do so yourself.
Though ashamed and bashful, you can't help but clench and throb, and you fluster when Zhongli lets out a small groan from behind you.
Navia places a comforting hand on your covered knee.
"Beloved Creator, are you alright?" Her voice is soft, loving.
You swallow sharply, shoulders hunched and tense nervously from those watching.
"Your Grace?" You glance over at Diluc who huffs with a small blush of his own, "we'll take care of you."
Your cunt throbs, and Zhongli thrusts into you.
You yelp at the sudden motion, straightening up instinctively to balance yourself only for your most devoted to thrust into you again, and again, and again. His arm wraps around your waist to keep you seated, and the blanket slowly slips from your lap from the movement.
"A-Ah! Zhon--aahhh!"
Squelch, plap, slap, his fat cock hits the textured roof of your squishy insides and sends an overwhelming shock of pleasure through you. Throwing your head back with a lewd moan, both your embarassment and arousal increase tenfold at the sight of your most shameless worshippers touching themselves at the sight of you.
Others swallow roughly, barely holding themselves back with a single thread of dignity. Those of them watch with eyes that burn your body into memory, and the intensity both frightens and arouses you.
The better of them murmur and coo praises at you, causing your stomach to flutter and your pussy to gush.
You pant loudly when Ayato softly intructs you to breathe, and you squeal when Tartaglia reachs out to play with your pretty clit while rubbing his neglected cock.
"Pl..ease..! Hah..!"
You feel a pair of lips on your neck and whine, whimpering shamefully when Neuvillette starts whispering sweet praise into your ear, sucking on your skin softly. You white knuckle the thick blanket by your forcefully opened legs and clench your eyes shut in humiliation.
Your cunny starts to tingle with sparks of pleasure that strike your overstimulated bundle of nerves, and you flush at the feeling of your sex juices trailing from your slit to your ass, soiling Zhongli's clothed lap and the pillows and fabric below.
"Hng! Cumming! AH!" You shriek, thrashing in their hold, "c-cumming! H-Help, 'm cumming-- oohhh~ Ohh~"
That weird prickly feeling coils in your tummy again, and you let out a lewd and bratty whine when they don't let up on their touching.
"S-Slow! PLEASE! F-Fuck! Feels funn-y~!"
When you slap at Childe's hand, your own are quickly restrained by Kazuha who simply smiles with red cheeks and mutters to you flowery reassurances.
The sound of your pussy is loud, it's noisy, and filthy. You emit a desperate, pleading wail, not knowing if your subconscious is trying to beg them to stop or to stay.
Saliva pools in your mouth then begins to hang open as your starry eyes roll into the back of your head, chest heaving.
Your thighs tremble and your fingers twitch--Kazuha intertwines them with his own, and you lock onto the comforting hold.
"G-Good!" You can't stop yourself from babbling, "m-makes me feel soOo goood~!"
"Oh, sweet one~" Yae Miko giggles.
"You understand that we choose you now, yes?" Ningguang hums with a teasing quip. Her eyes torn between your adorably lewd features and your swollen, glistening cunt.
"Relax, beloved. It's only us, your most faithful~"
"Mm, don't hold back, dearest."
"Can you moan for us, beloved? You sound just delicious when you moan!"
"Are you gonna cum for us?"
"It's not fair how they got a taste of you first~!"
"Hng..! A-ah, hah!"
"Oh-oh! Beloved, calm down, you're alright. Just let it happen.."
"Do you feel good, your Grace?"
"--c-cumming- cumming! Cumming..!"
A white hot blaze of heat crashes over you, and your ears ring as your body trembles in utter bliss. Your slick pussy squeezes and gushes with your lewd honey, and as your abused little pearl sears with an almost painful pleasure, your body squirts out your most powerful orgasm that soaks the blankets and the people surrounding.
Pleasure caused tears leave hot stains on your face, and your head lulls to the side tiredly. Your chest heaves for breath as you come down from your high, and it takes a few moments before the ringing finally stops and you can hear again.
Doting whispers and coos are the first thing you process, followed by something thick and hot leaking out of your stretched and now empty hole.
A hand caresses your head as many others touch on you innocently, checking in on you and taking care of you.
Someone holds a glass to your lips, and someone else helps you lean forwards to sip.
You startle at the feeling of a soft mouth coming to gingerly lick and suck at your sore pussy, and you let out a delirious whine.
Another acolyte hushes you gently, kissing you softly before another joins in peppering kisses all over your tired face to distract you from the one cleaning you up between your legs.
You still feel light headed from the embarassment of it all, but you've latched onto the pleasant tingling you feel when they look at you so adoringly--more lovingly than just in reverence.
This honestly needs more love! What a delicious piece of perfect filth š š So well written! I thoroughly enjoyed reading this fic š Thank u for writing and sharing this wonderful masterpiece š š š
And that's the part that's making me lose my fucking mind.
We lost an entire section of the MAIN STORY.
The livestream literally told us Valko's release was going to reveal more about the Aethercoreāone of the biggest mysteries in Love and Deepspace and something that's been central to the plot from the very beginning.
So now what?
You think they can just delete him and nothing changes?
Do people genuinely think you can rip out an entire story arc without consequences?
Everything that was supposed to be revealed through Valko now has to be rewritten, redistributed, or outright cut. The main story is going to have to be retconned. Future updates are going to have to be reworked. Characters may have to be rewritten just to fill the gap he leaves.
If you're celebrating this because you "won," I sincerely hope you understand what you've actually cheered for.
Wasn't gonna write for Valko before his release, but I saw this tweet and couldn't resist doing a little something for it! On Valko-writing lockdown henceforth, but if this ends up being in any way in character? Huzzah!
(Will be writing more for him so feel free to send any requests if you enjoy!)
Balcony Invasion
Valko x Reader (slight xavier x reader)
Summary: It was bold of Valko to assume your balcony is private!! It's not š
Youāre not sure whatās more distractingā the man on your balcony, or the flower petals.
āTake me in for the night,ā heās saying, as your eyes track the pale blue petal that floats down behind him; youāre trying to be subtle. Donāt look at it. Donāt. Look.
You shake your head. āSlow down. You canāt come in, are you kidding? Stranger danger, and all that. I donāt know you, not really.ā
āI know you.ā
āWell thatās just not true, is it?ā Another petal is drifting down, light against the backdrop of a dark Linkon skyline. Donāt look. āAnd spare me the āyou smell like my soulmateā crapā I donāt wanna hear it. Youāve got some nerve, yāknow. Acting all familiar just because you get off on my shampoo.ā
Valko huffs, amused. āItās a biological instinct, not a line.ā
āWhat part of āspare meā got lost in translation?ā
You splay your fingers over his chest, because heās leaning forwards, encroaching: hanging onto your every word like his teeth could make a home there. But he likes the touch. Grins. āTrying to muzzle me?ā
āNo! Iāā
āItās a little too late.ā He stands with a stretch, dropping down onto your balcony from the safety rail (which is being horrifically misused, by the way). Then heās in front of you, looming over you; the man has no regard at all for personal space. āSo you gonna invite me in? Or do you want me to beg? Because I canā tch, ugh!ā
A flower petal is attacking his face, and his nose is wrinkled, his yellow eyes crossed.
āWhat theā?ā he grumbles.
A voice drifts down from above you both:
āThey love meā¦ they love me not. They love meā¦ they love me not. They love meā¦ā
You fold your arms, squinting up at Xavier, whoās leant wistfully on the balcony above yours. He plucks petals from a flower as he whispers into the night, and the moon, ever his co-conspirator, is bathing his melancholy in silver.
Valko frowns upwards. The latest petal is spiralling down towards his face again, and he sends it away with a pointed puff of breath. āHeyā¦ hey, you!ā he calls out, a surprising amount of sympathy sanding down his gruffness; it might even be empathy. āYou okay up there?ā
Xavier sighs softly. āIām okay.ā
For the love ofā āXavier.ā You step towards your balconyās edge so you can stare up at him more fully. āThis isnāt what it looks like, okay? Heās just a friend! Not even that, really.ā
āThey love meā¦ā Xavier muses on.
Valko glances at you. āYou know him?ā
āHeās my partner. From work,ā youāre quick to add. Too quick.
āThey love me not.ā
āOh cut it out, Xavi! Fine! Heās more than my partner. Itāsā¦ complicated. Valko, thatās Xavier. Xavierā¦ this is Valko.ā
Xavier finally turns his eyes down on you both, and he smiles warmly, giving a wave. āHi.ā
Thatās not a good smile, thatās his secretly-plotting-a-murder smile.
āUhā¦ hey,ā Valko answers.
āXavier? Iām okay, really. I can handle this myself.ā
āI know you can.ā Xavierās chin rests, propped up by his hand; the half-plucked flower tickles his cheek. You canāt see his other hand, which means itās down by his side, holding his sword. āBut Iām here if you need me. Always.ā
āThanks.ā And you are grateful. On edge, but grateful. āIām good, though. Promise. Got it under control.ā
āYeah?ā Valkoās shadow is swallowing you again. āThink youāve got what it takes to tame the wolā?ā
You press a finger to his mouth, smiling innocently up at Xavier, whose gaze has gone narrow. Oblivious to the danger, Valko smirks, then tries to nip at your fingertip. You wish you did have a muzzle.
āNight, Xavier!ā you dismiss sweetly. Ā
āGoodnight,ā he murmurs back, because he doesā despite his worry, and the stranger still trying to playfully catch your finger in his mouthā trust you. He withdraws from his vantage point, sword swung back against his shoulder and glinting ominously. A blink-and-you-miss-it threat, just like the rest of him.
A slow breath leaves your lips. You flick Valko square in the middle of his forehead.
"Ah..." he winces, face scrunched, but his pupils dilate in excitement. āWhere were we?ā
āYou were about five sentences away from propositioning me, I think.ā
āFifteen, actually. Now whoās acting familiar?ā
Youāre about to scoff and say something elseā something along the lines of you having no intention, whatsoever, of letting his ridiculous (albeit, very fine) ass into your homeā when a loud squawk interrupts you. Your body goes tense.
A red-eyed crow is perched on your balcony rail, watching. By extension, a nosy, red-eyed man, too.
Valko sneers at where Mephisto is hunched, all bristling black feathers, being buffeted by the wind. āThatās a weird-looking thing.ā
āThatās Mephisto.ā
āHuh?ā
Mephisto caws in indignance, his cover betrayed. You tug Valko into your apartment. āCāmon. If weāre gonna be hanging out, thereās some stuff you should know.ā
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įÆā your scent turns valko on at the worst times
Top 3 worst places to get a boner:
1. On a public transport
2. During a presentation
3. At a family gathering!
Obviously, he didn't want his family to see his boner, but there it was already, hiding underneath the random throw pillow he grabbed.
It wasn't Valko's fault.
It was yours.
You'd been sitting beside him, listening to his cousins talk about God knows what. To be honest, he wasn't listening. He was too focused on you.
You looked so nice today; all cute and modest because you were nervous to see his family. He just wanted to be closer to you. So, he dragged you in by your waist and leaned toward you, simply wanting to rest his head on your shoulder.
But then your scent hit himāthat sweet cloying smell that made his insides burn.
He shifted on the couch, his skin feeling like it was being pulled taut. Then, slowly, he saw it; a very obvious tent forming in his jeans. Great. Just great.
He cleared his throat, his cheeks burning as he grabbed the nearest throw pillow and pulled it over his lap.
And then you said something. He wasn't sure what.
"Hello? Did you hear me?" you said.
Go away, go away. If he thought it enough, maybe his boner would ... you know, go away.
"What?"
"Can you come with me to the bathroom?" you repeated.
Fuck. Of course. Just his luck.
"Uhā¦" His eyes flicked away. "It's down the hall. Second door on the left."
You frowned at him. "I asked if you could come with me, Valko. Just wait outside the door. Please?"
"Just go with her, man," one of his cousins said.
Valko ignored him. He sighed, his face growing hotter. "I can'tā¦" he mumbled.
You squinted. "What?"
"I can't," he said louder, but quiet enough that only you could hear.
"Why not?"
He sighed, grabbing you by your arm and pulled you closer to speak into your ear. Big mistake. Because now he had the overwhelming urge to bury his nose in your neck and pretend his cousins weren't here. "Because you smell too good," he muttered, his voice strained.
Your brows pinched together. "What? Valko, what the hell are you talking aboutā?"
He huffedāan annoyed little soundānot at you, at the situation. "I have a boner," he finally said.
You gawked at him. "From what, smelling me?"
His ears flattened against his head. When you said it out loud, it sounded ridiculous. But he swallowed his pride. His hand tightened on your arm, keeping you still. "Justā¦ Just sit here for a minute."
"A minute?! Valko, I really need to pā"
"It's not my fault you smell so good!" he huffed.
His cousin barked out a laugh. "Valko, you dirty dog."
I decided to use the vampire hc the fandom has for him (secretly hoping that heās one lol). Suggestive themes ahead!
A young woman begged you to help her escape.
As a maid in Noyās house, you werenāt unfamiliar with the sight of women going in and out of his room looking dazed and bitten in their necks afterwards. They came here, thinking that theyād serve the rich and handsome Noy, thanks to that butlerās deceit. And serve him they did. You knew that he drank their blood, although you didnāt know much about whether he did it for sustenance or pleasure. You never dared to ask, choosing to keep your head low and do your job. He paid and treated his servants well, and you needed this money for your humble family back in the village.
Because as long as you didnāt help him with securing the women yourself, it meant your hands were still somewhat clean.
But this woman reminded you of your little sister, and you dreaded to imagine her leaving his room with the same dazed look and bitten neck. You knew that you were being biased, but you helped her anyway. You switched the roster, stole the key from a sleeping guard to unlock her cell, and sneaked her to the back door with a coat and a veil wrapped around her head. Luckily, the snow wasnāt too heavy, so she was able to slip outside without slipping or freezing too much. You hoped that she could conceal her identity well from now on and nobody found out about your involvement in her escape.
For a few days, everything remained normal, or as normal as it could get while working for a master who liked to drink womenās blood. You kept your head low and did your job, until the butler approached you and informed you that Noy needed assistance in something. There was a mysterious glint in his eyes, but you ignored it. The moment you entered Noyās lavish bedroom, he was sitting in the dressing table with his long hair cascading down his back.
āHelp me choose a ribbon.ā he ordered without any greeting.
You shouldāve known that there was something wrong with his command, especially because most of the time, the butler was the one who dressed him up. But as always, you obeyed. You combed his dark red hair, bunched it together, and chose a safe black ribbon to tie it. Once you finished, you asked if he needed anything else. Noy was silent for a moment, simply staring at his reflection in the mirror, before he opened his mouth.
āYou know, you should be grateful that I didnāt target your family, especially your little sister.ā
You froze.
āP-pardon?ā
Noyās red eyes flicked to yours through the mirror.
āYou heard me. And now that one of my sacrifices gone, I want a replacement.ā
How did he know? Did he see it? Was it the butler? The sleeping guard? But how did Noy know the culprit was you specifically? He didnāt even ask why you did it. He only stood up from the stool and advanced towards your frozen figure.
The moment his pale hands touched the buttons on your maid uniform, was the moment you snapped out of your shock and recoiled.
āM-my Lord, please. Iāā
āDo you prefer me to target her instead? Because I can do it right now, and you can watch.ā
You stiffened, standing fearfully in the center of the room. Noy slowly gripped your hands and pulled them away from your chest. With his eyes on you, he unbuttoned the buttons, opened the uniform, and leaned in to bite your neck. You winced and put your trembling hands on his chest, trying to push him away. But he persisted and guided you to lie down on his plushy bed, his hands caressing and squeezing your upper body.
Was this normal? Did those women have to be undressed first before they were bitten? Did they also experience being touched and groped?
Noy swallowed your blood and groaned at the taste, heedless of your squirming and whimpers.
āI knew that bringing that woman in was a good idea. Otherwise, you wouldnāt be here right now.ā When you snapped your eyes open in shock, he chuckled deeply. āWhy so surprised? You know that Iād never bring a maid to my bed without a reason.ā
You kept staring at him wide-eyed even as he leaned down and kissed your lips with his crimson ones, making you taste your own blood. No wonder it was so easy to help her. Was she complicit, too? And why did he choose you, out of all maids who worked here? You didnāt think youād done anything out of ordinary. Had he done this before?
Noy bit your bottom lip shallowly, forcing your attention back to him. You flinched slightly and focused on him.
āWhy?ā you whispered.
He smiled in amusement.
āDo feelings need to have a reason at all?ā
You couldnāt help but scowl at his deflection. He chuckled at your irritation and caressed your face with his thumb with a sickening fondness.
āYouāre so caring about your family that you willingly help anyone who looks like them and ignore the rest. I suppose thatās just a proof of human biases, and it made you adorably predictable.ā Noy pressed his hips against you, letting you feel his excitement. āDonāt worry, Iāll take good care of you. After all, I have all the time in the world. And Iām sure I can find something to make you equally everlasting.ā
āNo, I donāt want it!ā you protested, pushing his chest away vainly.
Noy ignored it and merely pinned your arms above your head with one hand, his other one still stroking your face.
āYou have to. For the sake of your family, remember?ā
You breathed heavily, tears trickling the corners of your eyes.
āMy Lord, please. Iāll give you my blood, but please donāt make me live longer than my natural lifespan.ā
āWhy not? Very soon, Iāll be a part of your family too. Donāt you want to spend more time with your family?ā he asked coyly, enjoying the dread in your tearful face. āAnd besides, I donāt take kindly of being left behind without my permission. So, if I have to live for a long time, you have to be there with me, either.ā
You sobbed, āYouāre a cruel man.ā
Noy wiped the tears away tenderly.
āMaybe. But Iād call it ācaring for my familyā.ā
You get isekai'd into a Tumlbr fic of your favourite character, Sukuna. Yay! You get to join his harem of concubines and get bent like a pretzel. Only problem is...he's not interested.
It's time to change that.
āā§āĖā§ Warnings ā§Ėāā§
There will be some boning at some point so....18+, MDNI, lots of swearing, nudity, titty stuff.
(More warnings when there's something to actually warn you about)
You knew catching Sukunaās eye would be easier said than done.
The man treated anything that wasnāt blood, battle, or casual mass murder like it was beneath his divine notice. Getting close to him felt less like seduction, and more like a military campaign with terrible odds.
But still, you waited....and watched...and planned. And finally, an opening appeared.
Lord Sukuna was obsessive about his hygiene. Every night he spent at least an hour in his private bath, attendants scrubbing at every inch of that massive, tattooed body until he gleamed like polished bronze.
You cornered one of those lucky attendants in a narrow corridor, an unassuming man with shaky hands and the nervous energy of a rabbit in a wolf den.
āLord S-Sukuna personally chose each attendantā the man stuttered, back pressed flat to the wall. You had him caged, one palm planted beside his head, the other on your hip. Youād even made him squat a little so you could loom over him for maximum effect.
He swallowed hard, almost sounding like a frog, voice strangled as he squeaked out. āHeāll be furious if anyone else enters his chambers without permission.ā
You rolled your eyes, then pinned him with another sweet smile. āIf anything goes wrong, Iāll take full responsibility, okay?ā You reached up and gently patted his head. He flinched at first, then slowly melted under the touch like a tense cat. āSo just leave everything to me. Worst case, Iāll tell him I knocked you out cold, hit you with a rock like bam! Whatever sounds believable.ā
His wide eyes glistened with something between awe and terror. āYou might dieā he breathed.
You shrugged, still petting him like a good boy.
āGet dick or die trying, you know... put that in my eulogy." The words left your mouth with attempted gravitas, but landed like a wet fart. The attendantās face flushed crimson, he suddenly couldnāt meet your gaze, staring fixedly at the floor between your feet instead.
āAnywayā you continued, thoroughly pleased with yourself, āyou know the plan. After heās settled in the bath, you slip out quietly. Leave the door open just a crack for me. Got it?ā
He gave a tiny, jerky nod, eyes still glued to the ground.
You grinned and gave his head one last affectionate pat before spinning on your heel. āGood boy. Donāt worry, Iāve got this.ā
With that, you sauntered off down the corridor, silky layers swishing around you , already mentally picking out the dirtiest, most scandalous Heian-era underwear you could find.
Because if Sukuna thought physical indulgence was a weakness, you were about to become the most tempting, most infuriating weakness heād ever encountered.
...
Twenty minutes later you're crouched outside his private bathing chamber, your heart hammering. Steam curled from beneath the sliding door like smoke from a dragonās lair. The faint sound of water lapping against wood drifted out to you, followed by the low, rhythmic scrub of cloths over skin.
The attendant had done his part. The door sat open, just a fingerās width, but enough for you to peek in.
You took one deep, steadying breath, adjusted the scandalously loose robe youād thrown on, and pushed the door open.
Hot, fragrant steam rolled over you in a thick wave, a scent you'd smelt on him in passing, something so unmistakably him.
The bath was enormous, carved from stone and sunk into the floor, steam rising into the air in lazy spirals. The lanterns that lined the wall cast a golden light across wet muscle and black tattoos that seemed to shift and breathe with every movement.
Sukuna lounged against the far edge, four arms draped casually over the stone rim, pink hair damp and clinging to his neck. Water beaded and slid down the hard planes of his chest, tracing every delicious ridge of muscle. The abdominal mouth sat half-submerged, occasionally licking droplets from the surface with lazy flicks of its tongue.
He hadnāt noticed you... yet.
You stepped fully inside, bare feet silent on the warm stone. The door slid shut behind you with a soft, final click that was far too loud in the steamy hush.
Heart hammering, you moved quickly, slipping behind him before common sense could catch up. A wide wooden ladle rested on the bathās edge, which you scooped up and dipped into the water. With a shaky hand, you tipped it slowly across the broad, hardened planes of his back and shoulders.
If he suspected anything amiss, he gave no sign. His eyes remained closed, only the slightest roll of powerful shoulders, the slow tilt of his head from side to side as he stretched the thick column of his neck. Muscle bunched and released under glistening skin, black markings shifted like living shadows with every subtle movement.
The sight was delicious, obscene in its clarity. Your mouth watered so fast you nearly choked on it, drool threatened at the corner of your lips. You swallowed hard, thighs pressing together beneath the loose robe.
āDonāt just stand there...ā he growled, voice low and rough, head still tilted back against the stone rim. āDo your job.ā
You snatched up the washcloth, nerves jangled. Starting at his shoulders, you began scrubbing in slow, indulgent circles. Your hands quickly grew bolder, fingers pressing into every dip and valley of hard muscle. The cloth slipped lower, gliding over the broad expanse of his back, then around to his chest.
You leaned in closer, subtly pressing your body against his shoulders, face hovering just shy of his throat. The scent of him, warm skin, salt, and something metallic and dangerously addictive, flooded your senses. For a while you kept up the pretense, cloth moving in lazy strokes.
Then the washcloth slid from your fingers entirely, sinking forgotten into the water.
Your bare hands took over.
Greedy, hungry fingers, spread wide as they roamed across his chest, thumbs brushing deliberately over dusky nipples. You caught the tight buds just right and earned the smallest hitch in his breath.
His eyes snapped open, his head turning sharply, those four crimson slits locked onto your salacious, shit-eating grin.
āGood evening, Lord Sukunaā you purred, voice dripping honey and pure trouble.
He jolted, the bathwater sloshing violently over the rim, splashing across the stone floor.
āWhat are you doing in here?ā
You let the loose robe slip from one shoulder, the silk whispering down, baring the elegant curve of your collarbone and the soft swell of one breast. His eyes dropped to follow the movement, lingering there, before snapping back up to your face.
āWell...ā you continued, voice low and thick with challenge, āI heard the King of Curses likes to keep thingsā¦ clean.ā
A single drop of water fell from the wet tips of his pink hair, sliding down the hard line of his shoulder and catching the lantern light like liquid gold.
One clawed hand tightened on the rim of the bath until the stone creaked.
The abdominal mouth parted with a wet sound, the thick tongue slid out, tasting the suddenly heavier, steam-thickened air.
Sukunaās upper lip curled, a slightly malevolent smile gracing his face.
āYou really do have a death wishā he rumbled, the deep vibration rolled straight through your ribs and shot lightning south between your legs.
You didnāt retreat. Instead, your hand slipped a little lower, fingertips just teasing the surface of the water.
āMaybe...ā you breathed, letting the robe slide another dangerous inch. āBut Iām betting even you canāt ignore an offer like this when it walks in willing and half-naked.ā
He let loose a low, growled warning, carmine eyes flicking down to track your hand as it dipped beneath the water.
The tongue on his stomach found your fingers first.
The sensation was bizarre, filthy and electrifying all at once. It was thick, hot, and far too dexterous, flicking across your fingertips, pressing between them like it wanted to lick every trace of your hand clean.
You gave a breathless laugh, leaning further over him, breasts pressing firmly against his broad shoulders as both arms wrapped loosely around his head.
The tongue continued its lazy, thorough exploration, curling, lapping, and sliding slick between your digits.
You shuddered hard, a soft, involuntary moan slipping from your lips before you could stop it.
āGod, youāre fucking sexyā you whispered, turning your face to press an open-mouthed kiss against the hard angle of his jaw.
He shifted beneath you, almost imperceptibly at first, then more deliberately. His massive frame arched just slightly into your touch while that relentless tongue lavished attention on your fingers.
You wondered, delirious on your own bravery, how far he would actually let you go tonight.
One clawed hand rose from the water, dripping, hovering inches from your throat as if deciding whether to push you awayā¦ or drag you closer.
Those thick fingers wrapped around the back of your neck, skin as hot as forged iron. He pressed you harder against him, tilting his head to the side to give you more room, his eyes slipping shut with a low, reluctant rumble that vibrated straight through his chest into yours.
You giggled, a high, breathless, completely unhinged sound, before pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along the heated column of his throat. Your teeth grazed his skin as bit down just enough to dimple the flesh, sucking hard enough to leave a dark mark blooming on the King of Curses like a brand. The thought sent a wild thrill racing down your spine. You...marking him.
Your hand finally slipped lower, greedy and impatient for more, expecting nothing but smooth, unadulterated skin and hard muscle.
Instead, your fingers met the sodden hem of fabric.
You pulled back, lifting your head from his neck with an outright foul look twisting your face.
āWhy the hell are you wearing pants in the bath?ā you grumbled, voice thick with frustration.
His eyes fluttered open, the usual sharp crimson softened into something almost hazy. Youād never imagined seeing the Sukuna like this, all pliable and little undone beneath your hands. The realization made you stupidly giddy, a manic little laugh bubbling up before you could swallow it.
āThatās how one bathesā he muttered, voice rough.
You huffed, then lowered your mouth again and bit down particularly hard on the same spot. The shudder that ripped through his massive frame was downright delicious. āCould you stand for me, My Lord?ā you asked sweetly, the title dripping with mock obedience.
He hesitated, just for a heartbeat, before rising slowly from the water.
It was obscene.
Water cascaded down four powerful arms and the carved lines of his torso, highlighting every cut of muscle, every shifting mark. Droplets clung the sharp V of his hips, the sopping fabric of his pants clung shamelessly to the obvious, hardening bulge beneath, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
You gently urged him to sit on the wide stone edge of the bath, hands sliding over wet skin. Your eyes zeroed in on that straining outline with zero shame.
You let your own robe slip from your shoulders entirely, the silk whispering to pool at your feet. You stood completely bare before him, skin still flushed from the steam and excitement, enhanced curves on full display.
Sukunaās gaze roved over you like a physical touch, dragging slowly from the apex of your thighs, up the soft dip of your waist, lingering on the hardened peaks of your nipples, then higher to the line of your shoulders and the messy fall of your hair. Those four eyes felt scorching.
You stepped into the bath with him, warm water rising up to your knees with a gentle splash, this small shift in power felt electric. He watched you now, like you were the predator, not the other way around.
You moved closer, hips swaying with every careful step through the water, one hand reaching out to trace the waistband of his drenched pants, teasing the edge where fabric met skin.
āThese...ā you murmured, voice low and powerful, āare in my way.ā
He growled, but there was no real heat behind the threat. His thighs parted just slightly as you pressed between them, water lapping at your waist now.
The abdominal mouth hovered near your stomach, tongue flicking out to taste the air between you with hungry curiosity.
Your fingers hooked into the wet fabric and tugged experimentally.
Sukunaās hand shot out, catching your wrist in a grip that was firm but not crushing.
For one suspended second, the only sounds were the gentle lap of water and the heavy rhythm of your breathing.
His four eyes bored into yours, pupils blown wide.
āYou push too far, little concubineā he rumbled, voice vibrating through the steam.
You leaned in until your lips brushed the shell of his ear, breasts pressing against his chest, nipples grazing wet skin.
āThen stop meā you whispered, nipping at his earlobe. āOrā¦ help me take them off.ā
The tension in the air crackled like lightning ready to strike, his grip on your wrist tightened, and the mouth on his stomach licked a slow, deliberate stripe along your ribs.
You gave his ear one last salacious flick with your tongue, tasting salt and skin. Then you sank lower, dragging yourself down his body inch by inch while those four cerise eyes tracked every movement.
Finally, you found yourself knelt between his thick, powerful thighs. The heat rolled off him in waves, rivalling the steaming bathwater. Your hands grasped the soaked waistband of his pants and tugged. With a minor, almost lazy shift of his hips, the fabric peeled down, clinging stubbornly to wet skin before finally giving way. You yanked them free.
One cock sprang out, heavy and proud.
Then a second followed right behind it.
You sat back hard on your heels, water sloshing violently around you.
āBah!ā The sound tore out of you, a loud, startled, downright undignified sound that echoed around the room. āWhat the fuck...thereās two?! Why is there two?!ā
Your voice cracked so high you were certain half the pavilion had heard the scream. It echoed off the stone walls like a startled chicken in a cathedral.
Sukuna had the absolute audacity to look offended. With a deep huff rumbled from his chest, he turned his face away, the sharp lines of his cheeks flushing a shade that nearly matched his crimson eyes. āThereās supposed to be.ā
āUh, I think the fuck there aināt!ā you hissed, trying, and failing spectacularly, to stop yourself from glancing down at them.
They wereā¦ pretty. Ridiculously, unfairly pretty. Thick and perfectly curved, ruddy at their flushed tips, veins decorating the shafts like theyād been carved by some perfectly perverted artist.
If someone had asked you to draw the ideal cock, these two bastards would have been the reference material.
āWell, what do you have?ā Sukuna asked, voice dripping with dry curiosity as he glanced pointedly down at your crotch, like he expected you to whip out twins of your own.
āOneā you grouched, instinctively covering yourself with one hand. āI have one. A normal, single, perfectly respectable one.ā You stared at the pair bobbing gently in the water between you. āWhere the fuck am I even gonna put the other one?ā
The thought alone made your brain short-circuit. Youād never done butt stuff, and the idea had always seemed like a one-way ticket to pain and regret.
āButt?ā Sukuna seemed to echo your thoughts aloud, one brow arching.
āIāll cut your cock off, both of them, if you put either anywhere near my poop shootā you snapped, eyes narrowing.
He looked offended again, those vermillion eyes skated off to the corner of the room while a distinctly petulant pout tugged at his lips. Now that was a picture, The King of Curses, pouting because youād threatened his dicks.
You dragged a hand down your face, water dripping from your fingers. āIāll think of somethingā you muttered, flapping a flippant hand like you were negotiating takeout options instead of figuring out how to handle double demon dick.
You repositioned yourself between his thighs, knees sliding on the smooth stone floor of the bath.
The two cocks twitched under your gaze, already glistening with water and something else. The abdominal mouth hovered just above them, tongue flicking out occasionally like it was offering unhelpful advice.
You reached forward again, slower this time, wrapping one hand around the base of the first. Your fingers barely met, the second rested hot and insistent against the back of your hand. Both pulsed under your touch.
Sukunaās breath hitched, a sharp, barely audible suck of air, but you caught it.
āTwo of youā you whispered. āThis is either the best night of my life or Iām about to need a wheelchair and a doctor.ā
One of his clawed hands came down, threading through your quickly dampening hair. He did not push or pull, just rested it there with surprising gentleness, the touch sending sparks racing down your spine.
āStill think you can handle me, little concubine?ā he rumbled, voice low and rough, four eyes half-lidded as he watched you.
You looked up at him through damp lashes, a wild, manic grin spreading across your face despite the sheer logistical nightmare between his legs.
āWatch me tryā you breathed.
Your thumb brushed over the slick head of the first cock, slow and teasing. The second jerked against your wrist in response, Sukunaās grip in your hair tightened just enough to sting.
This was going to be fun.
You leaned in closer, breath ghosting over the flushed, sensitive tip. It jerked sharply in response, as if desperate to leap toward your mouth.
Sukunaās four eyes stayed locked on you, half-lidded and burning, lips parted around heavy, ragged puffs of air that stirred the thick steam swirling between you.
āTell me what you wantā you purred, voice low and velvety smooth. Your hand dragged slowly up the thick shaft, squeezing just a little. A shaky exhale tore from his chest as his head tipped back the smallest fraction, jaw clenching so hard the muscle stood out in sharp relief.
āIām justā¦ so innocentā you murmured, fluttering your lashes like a demure little flower while your thumb teased the slick slit at the head.
āDonātā he growled out in warning, the word rough and strained.
You fought down the wicked smirk threatening to break free and tilted your head with coy, feigned ignorance instead. Another slow, slick pump of your fist, thumb circling the sensitive head, pressing lightly into the slit.
His hips twitched upwards, hard, one powerful thigh spread wider, opening up for you like an invitation. Both hands gripped the edge of the bath until the stone creaked under his fingers, claws pressing divots into the stone.
āMy Lordā¦ā you hummed sweetly, finally pressing your lips to the hot length. You dragged them slowly upward, peppering wet, open-mouthed kisses along every veined inch. āDo you want me to rub?ā
His breath hitched again, the hand tangled in your hair tightening by a fraction like a silent, desperate plea for more.
You werenāt satisfied, you wanted words.
āOr maybeā¦ just lick?ā You dragged your tongue in one long, filthy stripe from root to tip along the sensitive underside. A pained, guttural groan ripped from his throat. His head finally fell all the way back, throat bobbing as he swallowed, the sight sending a thrill straight down between your legs.
āOr would you like me to suck on you?ā you whispered right against the glistening mushroom tip, lips teasingly brushing the swollen head. Pre-cum coated your mouth like a shiny, sticky gloss.
His head snapped back down, mouth falling open, breath coming in shaky bursts. You parted your lips, took just the tip inside, and gave it one slow, gentle suck before pulling off with a wet, lascivious drag of your plush lips.
āFuckā he hissed, the muscles of his stomach flexing hard, rippling beautifully under the black markings, the mouth there opening and closing with a smack of its lips.
You stroked him again, almost moaning yourself when another thick bead of pre-cum slid slowly down the underside, glistening like an opalescent pearl in the lantern light. āDo something, you damned temptress.ā
āMy Lord!ā you gasped, feigning deep hurt. You pulled your hands away completely and folded them primly in your lap, looking as innocent and contrite as a scandalised maiden. āIām sorry. Should I leave?ā
āNo!ā The word burst out almost like a yelp. His hand flew from your hair to the nape of your neck, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
Those flaming crimson eyes bored into you, irritation barely leashed behind barely restrained hunger. His mouth pressed into a tight line as he forced the words out through gritted teeth. āDonāt leave. Justā¦ā
āSuck?ā you offered brightly.
His spine snapped ramrod straight at your blunt word.
āLick?ā You tilted your head once more.
āJustā¦ do somethingā he finally ground out, but it came dangerously close to a whine.
You didnāt give him a single second to rethink it.
Like some possessed serpent, you opened wide and took him in as deep as your throat would allow. Almost immediately, you realised you'd been overconfident.
Your throat convulsed around the thick head as it pressed against the back of your mouth. A soft gag shuddered through you, your jaw already aching from the brutal stretch.
Above you, Sukuna nearly howled. He leaned back heavily on two of his four arms, head thrown back, the filthiest, most broken groan ripping free from his chest.
The hand on your nape pressed you down just a little further before he caught himself. The grip softened almost immediately, resting heavy and warm against your neck like a gentle weight.
You began bobbing eagerly, tongue plastered flat to the underside, pressing and curling to mold around every ridge and throbbing vein. He tasted salty and warm, with the faintest floral tang of the bath oils clinging to his skin. You hummed around him in pure, shameless enjoyment.
Your other hand reached up, wrapping around the second cock, stroking it in perfect rhythm with your mouth. When you glanced up through damp lashes, a pang of genuine sorrow hit you.
If only you were back in the modern world with a camera, because this moment deserved to be immortalised.
He was a vision, all devastating and wrecked.
One large hand lifted to clamp over his own mouth, desperately trying to muffle the sounds spilling out. A deep red flush painted his face and chest, veins standing out sharp and prominent against his skin. And then his slutty waist began to undulate, hips thrusting up into your mouth in shallow, needy rolls.
You gagged again but forced your throat to relax, whole body throbbing with heat as the King of Curses used your mouth. He slid himself into your warm, wet heat over and over, the slick, obscene sounds echoing through the steamy chamber.
You braced one hand on his powerful thigh while the other kept pumping his second cock with eager twists. Your mouth flooded with more salty taste, and you swallowed desperately each time he hit the back of your throat.
He was close, you could tell, the groans rising behind his palm, growing louder and more frantic.
You wanted his eyes, needed to see his face when he fell apart.
The hand on his thigh slid higher, tapping lightly against his stomach.
He jolted violently, both hands on your head snapping away, hips sagging against the stone.
He looked shocked, almost appalled at his own lack of control.
You pulled off with a wet gasp, swallowing thickly before rasping through a slightly raw throat, āDonāt stop. I just wanted to see your face when you cum.ā
His top lip curled into a vicious snarl, teeth bared. Then he grabbed you again, desperately, and pushed his cock back between your lips.
You hummed in delight, staring straight up at him as he thrust into your mouth once more.
The pleasure looked obscene painted across his features, his brows drawn tight, jaw clenched, teeth gritted, a dark flush burning across the bridge of his nose, eyes wild and glassy.
It didnāt take much more.
His hips stuttered, both hands pressed you down until your nose was buried in the neat patch of hair at his base. A deep, guttural groan of pure relief tore from him as he spilled hot and thick down your throat, enough to make you gag, eyes screwing shut while you struggled to swallow every drop.
His other cock throbbed hard in your grip, pulsing as cum splattered across your cheek and over your fingers in messy, warm streaks.
He finally released you, his hands dropping back to the stone.
You pulled back slowly, still catching the last spurts on your tongue, letting the thick, salty fluid coat your mouth. Before you could swallow again, his hand suddenly cupped your jaw, yanking you away entirely.
āWhat are you doing?ā His eyes were wide with raw horror. āDonāt swallow that.ā
The command only made you want to swallow more, just to see his reaction.
You made a dramatic show of it, grinning up at him like the gremlin you were, opening your mouth wide so he could see the mess glistening on your tongue, then closing it with an audible, theatrical gulp.
āUraume!ā he roared, head snapping toward the door.
Ice immediately flooded your veins. Had you fucked up? Were you about to be flash-frozen for making the King of Curses cum?
He turned back to you, fingers already prying at your lips, trying to force them open. āHold still. I need to make you puke.ā
āFuckinā...stop that!ā you hissed, nearly biting his fingers in the process. āItās cum, not poison!ā
The door slid open with a soft rasp.
Uraume stepped inside, expression bored at first, until their eyes fully registered the scene.
You naked and kneeling between Sukunaās spread thighs in the bath, cum still glistening on your cheek and dripping from your chin.
Sukuna, also naked, fingers still attempting to breach your mouth while panic and post-orgasm haze warred across his face.
āUraumeā Sukuna growled, voice strained and awkward, āwe need to make her sick. She justā¦ swallowed someā¦ bodily fluids.ā
Uraume didnāt move.
Their gaze flicked slowly between the two of you, completely deadpan.
You couldnāt help it, another tiny, hysterical giggle bubbling up.
Quickly, you scooted backward into the bath and dropped yourself until only your chin remained above the water. Steam curled lazily around your flushed face as you stared up at the ceiling, heart still racing, the unmistakable taste of Sukuna still thick on your tongue.
Uraumeās voice finally cut through the steam, flat and unimpressed as ever.
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Summary: Megumi calls for some help in deciphering the ten shadows book Gojo gifted him from the Zenin clan. Instead of waiting for you to arrive, he decides to summon the Shikigami on a page riddled with crossed out sentences and hidden warnings. What could go wrong?
Please donāt compare this to actual cannon lore about the ten shadows techniques or how Megumi came to learn about Mahoragaāthis is entirely self indulgent. Anyone else who enjoys this, happy I could offer it up š
āSo," Gojo says.
"Um," Megumi mumbles.
An awkward pause.
"ā¦Right." He pulls his blindfold up and squints, as though his Six Eyes would ever lie to him. "Okay. Sure. Cool."
Smiling sheepishly, you grunt a little as you're shifted around and pressed more firmly into the broad chest beside you. Large, muscled arms cradle you, a contended huff leaving the powerful being they belong to at what he must deem a more 'comfortable' position.
Another awkward pause as the two other sorcerers stare.
"Yeah," Gojo says, "I'm gonna need an explanation. Now, please."
"Ask Megumi," You say, shrugging, "This wasn't on purpose."
"And how, pray tell, does one accidentally tame and stumble into the arms of the Divine General Mahoraga?"
The beast shifts at the sound of his name, tilting his head as he asses Gojo before him. You purse your lips. "ā¦I don't know?"
"You don't know," Gojo echos distantly.
"We don't know," Megumi agrees in a mumble, rubbing the back of his neck.
Gojo's eye twitches. "From the top, please."
You and Megumi share a glance. "Wellā¦"
ā¦
You walk the path winding through Jujutsu tech's school grounds, shifting from foot to foot as you attempt to balance the stuff in your hold. Megumi, your long time neighbour childhood friend-turned-fellow-sorcerer had called you to ask for some help with deciphering a page in the Zenin clans book on the ten shadows technique.
Considering you had been on your way to an obligatory wedding as requested by some old friend of your long dead parents, the participants of whom you had never even met before, you were all too eager to call and sadly inform them of an 'emergency' that had come up last second which made it impossible for you to attend.
Alas, you had not bothered to change or drop your things off back home before immediately making a detour to see Megumi, and so now you wander into the building still in stuffy wedding attire and carrying a tamagushi alongside your bag filled with a few gifts and the twin daggers you use as your primary cursed tools.
You head towards Megumi's room, intent on dropping all your stuff on his floor and stealing some of his clothes, when a chill goes down your spine at the surge in cursed energy that encases the space around you. Almost immediately after the feeling comes to you, Megumi comes flying through the wall.
"Megumi!" You yelp, rushing to his side, "What the hell!?"
He coughs, blood pouring from his mouth. "So," he mumbles, eyes foggy, "That pageā¦ was a warningā¦ who scribbles out the warningā¦?"
"What?" you ask, lifting your head up to peer at whatever curse had thrown Megumi through several walls. The school should be protected from cursed spirits, shouldn't it? The only ones that might be able to get in undetected would have to be extremely strongā¦
The thing stomping it's way after Megumi's path of destruction certainly matched the descriptor of strong. Your mouth goes dry, panic gripping your heart at the sight of the towering monster. You rush to yank your daggers free from your bag, the contents spilling on the floor in your panic, landing beside the discarded tamagushi.
You hold the daggers up, crouched protectively in front of Megumi even as he groans out a painful plea to run. Even if you wanted to, you don't know if you canāyour legs are shaking too much.
"What the hell is it?" You ask, horrified. The beast lets out a loud growl that resonates through the entire building. Surely some of the other sorcerers would have realized something is wrong by now, right? Surely they'll come at any moment now, andā
"They call it the Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General Mahoraga," Megumi groans, trying to get up and failing, "Please, run."
"Don't be stupid," You whisper, voice trembling as the beast is upon you, "I couldn't outrun it anyway. No point in leaving you behind."
You lift your daggers in front of you even as your arms tremble, eyes narrowed in preparation for a fight. If it even will be a fightāyou're only a second grade sorcerer on the cusp of first with your training, however that is as a healer, not a combatantāand this thing was beyond special grade.
And yet, inexplicably, he stops.
Both you and Megumi hold your breath. The general tilts his head slowly, assessing. You aren't quite sure what it is he's stalling for, but you're frozen under the suffocating force of his presence alone.
He crouches down and picks up the sealed box that had fallen from your bag filled with four simple onigiri you had prepared as a gift for the bride and groom, peering at it curiously. You blink, risking a glance at Megumi to see if you're seeing the same thing. He looks equally as bewildered.
The divine general yanks the box open, sniffing the contents. Then he knocks his head back and drops all the onigiri into his mouth at once. You had been planning to share it with Megumi, but if it pleases the curseāshikigami?āenough to stop him from killing you both, then maybe you should have made more.
He pokes at the tamagushi next, examining and turning the branch around in his hands. It looks incredibly small in his grip.
You bite your lip. Slowly, you place your daggers down in front of you. It catches the generals attention, and when he picks them up to begin examining them as well, you turn to Megumi and pour all your energy into healing him as fast as you can.
"Explain," You hiss, trying to do what you can so you can leave while whatever has made the general so curious about your items continues to hold his attention away from killing you both.
"The book had a couple of scribbled out sentences. I couldn't read much of what the Shikigami looked like, or any of its skillsāow. If I had know the damn thing was this strong I wouldn't have summoned it." You begin to hoist him up so you can try and make your escape. "Only realized halfway through that one of the scribbled out sentences was a warning. Who the hell scribbles outā look out!"
Before you can react, two large hands grip your waist and pull. You're yanked to stand in front of the general, an undignified squeak escaping you at the sudden action. Your mind runs rampant with the thoughts of your incoming doom, andā¦
And Mahoraga's hands wander over your form, inspecting. He pulls at your arm gently, running a hand down your side, squeezing your calf to asses the muscle. Your eyes follow the blade protruding from his arm, slowly sinking back into his skin beneath the bandages wrapped around his wrist.
Then, as the tension rises beyond what you can handle and makes you seriously consider just grabbing Megumi and bolting despite it very likely meaning immediate death, the divine general wraps an arm around your back and scoops you into a one armed bridal carry.
You both freeze.
Mahoraga crosses his legs, getting comfortable with you in his hold. Then he places his chin on your head and lets out a small, pleased hum.
You exchange a wide eyed, horrified look with Megumi. His jaw, left hanging open, slowly snaps shut when the general growls at him.
His free hand comes up to grab Megumi by the throat, and panic overtakes you. "No!" You shout, grabbing the general's arm on instinct.
Surprisingly, he stops.
Your mouth opens and closes, trying to navigate the bizarre situation youāve found yourself in. "Um," you say, shrinking a little as Mahoraga puts his full attention on you, "Iā¦ pleaseā¦ don't kill himā¦?"
Mahoraga tilts his head slowly, a displeased noise leaving him. You glance at Megumi, chewing your lip again in concern. "He's very important to me," you try slowly, "He'sā¦ like my brother?"
Mahoraga's grip loosens. He looks at Megumi, then, miraculously, drops him. Megumi gasps for breath, coughing a little. The general pats your head, staring expectantly. You blink in confusion. "ā¦thank you?"
Mahoraga nods, pleased, and nuzzles your cheek. You give Megumi another wide eyed look.
"I'm calling Gojo," he says, fumbling for his phone, "And burning that Godforsaken book."
ā¦
"And he hasn't let go since," you finish.
Gojo hums, gripping his chin. He slides his hand up to his mouth, shoulders shaking, then further up to cover his full face. Belatedly, you realize he's laughing.
"This isn't funny!" Megumi scolds him, "Why wouldn't you warn me about Mahoraga in the first place?"
"The book had so many crossed out words I figured you wouldn't try summoning him at all!" Gojo defends, falling further into laughter, "B-But, oh, God! Never in a million years would I have expected this!"
"What!?" you ask desperately, leaning forward, "Dammit, you useless sensei, tell me what's happening!" Mahoraga keeps a hand on your stomach so you don't fall from how far you lean forward.
"Useless?" Gojo pouts, immediately downtrodden, "That's just meanā¦"
"Explain!"
"You gave an offering of weapons, food, and a tamagushi, while wearing traditional attire," Gojo lists off, the giggles coming back, "Kiddo, you proposed to the divine general. And he accepted!"
Gojo's grating laughter rings in your ears as your jaw drops. Mahoraga pulls you back, situating you more securely in his lap, and places his chin on your head. "Y-Your husband is Mahoraga!" Gojo shrieks, "I can't believe I lived long enough to see him get tamed by the ball and chain!"
"What!?" You and Megumi shriek at the same time.
Sensing your displeasure, Mahoraga summons his blade again to point it at Gojo. He grins, all to amused, and raises his hands in surrender. "Technically, because Megumi was not the one to subdue him, the ritual is incomplete. But, perhaps this is a good thingāas long as the two of you stick together, then Megumi can summon Mahoraga to fight on your behalf instead of his!"
"You can't bulldoze over the fact that I'm apparently married to this thing!" You yell. Mahoraga looks at you and tilts his head. You blush a little. "Not that that'sā¦ terrible, I guess. Maybe a little sudden, is allā¦"
"He's not even human!" Megumi hisses, "What do you mean, 'not terrible'!?"
"Well it's better then being dead!" You hiss back, then yelp as Mahoraga suddenly stands and drags you with him. He settles you in his arms again, turning to walk back through the destroyed walls and into Megumi's battered room. He rests you in the bed and sits next to it, attentive.
"What a loving husband," Gojo coos, "But it's time to go! Megumi, de-summon him."
Mahoraga lets out a growl. Megumi winces. "Iā¦ don't think that's how it works."
"Well, having the divine general wandering around isn't exactly ideal eitherā¦" Gojo hums, "Unless you can convince him to be docile."
"What!?" You squeak, "A minute ago I was single! Now you're telling me I have to- to what, host a husband?!"
"Seems like it!" Gojo says cheerily, "Hold your hands out to him."
You stare, somehow still absolutely befuddled by the audacity of this man despite knowing him for as long as Megumi has. Then, you lift your hands and hold them out in front of Mahoraga.
He leans forward and slots his head between your grasp, something akin to a purr escaping him.
"Oh my God," you whisper, "I have to host a husband."
"Hey, at least this will bump you up to a special grade!"
Megumi raises his hand. "Isn't he still technically my shikigami? How does that work?"
"If you want to try and convince him to listen to you, be my guest," Gojo muses, "Frankly, I can't wait to hear how constipated the old bastards in charge get over hearing about this."
Mahoraga leans forward and presses his face into your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist and melting into your grasp. Your hands hover awkwardly before settling on his shoulders. "Maybe we should go," Gojo says, grabbing Megumi by the collar, "The union is usually followed by the consummation of the marriage!"
Your head shoots up. "The what!?"
"This is my room!" Megumi protests. Gojo drags him through the hole in the wall.
"Hey, wait!" You yelp as Mahoraga's large fingers slip beneath your shirt, curiously feeling the bare skin, "Hang onā Gojo! Megumi!"
"Good luck!" Gojo says cheerily.
"Gojo! Gojo, come back! Ack- M-Mahoraga, wait, don't- there's a gaping hole in the wall! A-Anyone could see- Mahoraga!"
In Japan, a tamagushi, a sakaki-treebranch decorated with silk, strips of washi paper, or cotton, are often made as offerings to the kami at shinto shrines during weddings, funerals, and other such ceremonies. Food is generally a universally excepted form of offering, and historically knives/swords would be gifted as a show of respect/honour.
All this added together, and you have yourself an accidental proposal to one giant shikigami who has never been shown such affection before ;)
my wheel spun on diablo and my dice landed on number 27 / kinktober masterlist / kinktober guide
word count: 1.1k words / 18+ - mdni (cw: dubcon? i think that goes hand-in-hand with this kink but that might just be the way i wrote it ?
you've been trying with all your might to pull yourself free but you can't budge at all, the top half of your body is trapped under the couch. you decided to write notes when rimuru had a meeting with king gazel that you sat in on after being recently appointed another secretary of rimuru's. you dropped your pen without realising until afterwards and went back to get it, leading you to being completely and utterly stuck. your chest is pressed against the floor uncomfortably and you try and move your arms to push yourself free, your ass is sticking out the couch and you're not making any progress in getting yourself out.
"what do we have here?" diablo's voice rings in your ear and you grit your teeth. this is possibly the worst person to find you in this position. "how disgraceful, what if master rimuru sees?"
"like i want lord rimuru to see! or anyone!" you snap angrily, trying for the hundredth time to pull yourself free from your current position- unsuccessfully. "for fucks sake diablo pull me out!"
"i don't take orders from anyone apart from master rimuru," he says almost cheerfully and you kick your legs trying to move out.
"if you don't want rimuru to see me like this pull me out." you breathe deeply, trying to calm down. diablo walks closer to you and you heave a sigh of relief. you think he's going to pull you out but he doesn't. diablo touches your ass, almost groping you, you go to make a comment but you bite your tongue, you know that diablo isn't interested in things like that but he doesn't pull you out. his hand roams to your soft thighs and you don't keep quiet anymore, this touching feels intentional, "diablo what are you doing?"
"master rimuru wouldn't see, he's got a busy day."
"your point? please just get me out!" you plead, getting more worked up.
you hear diablo move again, it sounds like he's kneeling but you can't imagine that diablo would ever kneel, thinking that doing something like that is beneath him, having too much dignity, but it still sounds like that's what he's doing.
he continues his actions, hands cupping your ass cheeks and running along your pillowy thighs. you start frantically trying to pull yourself out, "seriously diablo! what are you doing?"
"i might as well enjoy myself. look at you laying there, presenting yourself, offering yourself."
you panic, "this isn't an offering!"
diablo chuckles, "don't worry, i'll make you feel just as good."
his hands touch your inner thighs, slowly moving up towards your cunt, his fingertips brushing lightly along your cotton underwear, you shiver. he laughs, "see? you're already wet."
"sh-shut up," you fumble your words and your face feels like it's on fire.
diablo pulls your pencil skirt up, as far as he can before the sofa gets in the way. slivering your underwear down teasingly and you're glad that diablo can't see your face and see how nervous and bashful you look.
he doesn't prep you, thrusting into you as soon your underwear is hanging off one of your ankles. you immediately tear up, it isn't a shock to you with how big he is but just because you're not shocked doesn't mean it doesn't physically make your breathing hitch and your waterline brim with salty tears. "sl-slow dow-wn," your words are broken up with his hard and heavy thrusts into you.
"i'm afraid that you don't get to tell me that," he sounds unaffected.
you worry that diablo didn't shut the door behind him when the loud 'plapping' noises of his balls hitting your ass fill the room, accompanied by the squelching your pussy is making with each thrust in and out of you. "listen to that, you definitely don't want me to slow down." he draws a long whine out of you at his words and he laughs, you can't even begin to feel embarrassed as his dick keeps rubbing against your g-spot and you're at his mercy, unable to move, get a away, or move closer.
"i can feel you squeezing around me. are you close?" it's obvious to him that you are. "your velvety cunt feels good, i'm not done yet, not even close, so you'll have to sit tight for a couple of hours." you moan at the minor praise you've been given, for the past twenty minutes he hasn't said anything that suggests he finds you attractive or that he's enjoying fucking you.
when diablo finally pulls you out it's been a little under four hours and you're checked out. your clothes are dishevelled and your face is tear-stained. your brain feels fuzzy and it's hard for you to string together thoughts, your eyes are dazed and your body feels limp. you didn't know demons have that good stamina- you're surprised that you're still conscious. diablo informs you that a couple times you did fall unconscious but quickly woke up both times.
you're able to lift your head up to look at diablo and he looks completely unaffected, he's spent the last four hours fucking you how ever he wanted and he looks like he normally does. his black and red eyes still look at you with an almost calculating gaze, and his smirk still seems to mock you.
"there's no way i can move right now diablo." your voice is soft and wobbles a bit.
"i don't see how that's my problem."
you frown, "it's because of you that i can't move. not everyone has the kind of stamina you have!"
he doesn't say anything for a second before he goes to you and picks you up, lifting you up at the back of your knees and holding onto your back. "it was a pleasant offering," you hear him say but it was quickly overtaken by a sudden warping noise. you close your eyes, and when the noise stops you look up to see you're in your room. diablo lowers his hands, slipping you out of his grasp. you didn't even know that diablo knew where your room was located but he teleported you there and looked over to bed, "you should rest until the evening, it would only worry master rimuru if he saw you like this."
you nod your head, thinking of a way to reply or say something about the whole event but you draw a blank, mouth open but no words coming out. diablo waits two seconds of you with your mouth open, not speaking, before teleporting out of your room without another word.
WHY CANT I FIND [spicy] FICS OF HIM X READER?ššš Legit the only smut I found of him (after searching for hours š„²) Thank you for writing this lil gem of my beloved OP Primordial Demon x reader š
i have no interest in yanderes where it isnāt very obvious that they love you more than anything else on earth. like to me personally thatās the point of the yandere genre
btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
